Ryuku vs. Garzahd (Powered Mid-tier)

Garzahd wrung his hands in frustration and anger. It was the third time today he had been distracted while casting the teleportation ritual by an errant thought sailing through his mind at the worst possible time: the destination focus. As a result, he had teleported both his friend and his master, successively, to some wildly unknown location. If either ever found their way back, he knew he was never going to hear the end of it... and he didn't relish the ideas of what sort of punishment his master would likely administer, as even the lesser ones were usually grotesque and painful.

He shuddered involuntarily. As it was, he had other things to worry about, seeing as he had no idea where he was, either. Rubbing his beard stubble with his hand, Garzahd gazed out at his surroundings. He had arrived in a great city, it's streets and buildings concentrically converging on a grand crystalline castle, upon whose rampart he currently stood. Here and there, wisps of smoke still trailed from a damaged building, and the evidence of violence was rampant. The city seemed to be devoid of life, with not even a single corpse in sight.

This peculiarity of this immediately forestalled all thoughts of returning home. A small smile crept onto his features, as he pondered the possibilities. Is this the work of the Legion? Have they been here already? No, no, this is too clean to have been them... they would have stayed and razed everything to the ground... made corpse trophies. No, this must be a local force.... and if so... this must be a virgin world. Excellent, most excellent. Today... I will become a herald of the Legion in a way that few ever have! The stars smile upon me, they have turned my ill fortune into glory! He laughed aloud a cold, measured laugh tinged with just the slightest bit of malice. "Aetyra will be proud."

As the wind brushed past him, he turned with a great billowing of his cloak to look at the tallest spire of the crystal castle. He could sense a powerful magic there, something certainly strong enough to anchor a portal to this unsuspecting world. He nodded to himself, satisfied. He would have to make his way there soon. He glanced back out over the ruined city, as if to reassure himself that this was all indeed real, when he caught a glimpse of movement in the streets.

Pausing, he pulled out a spyglass from one of his many inner pockets and trained it there. Sure enough, the spyglass confirmed it... there was a silver-haired, bare-chested man making his way through the rubble in the streets, clearly en route to the castle. Garzahd frowned as a new set of thoughts raced through his head. Is this the one responsible then? Maybe, possibly, but I doubt it. More likely someone sent to investigate. He could also be here to claim that magical font in the tower. Hm. There is no alternative, I have to stop him.

Replacing the spyglass in its pocket, Garzahd tried to clear his mind. He would need focus for the battle ahead. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes for a moment to exhale. Ready. He could feel the impatient magics already pricking at the back of his mind, yearning to be unleashed. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he climbed boldly into view on the gatehouse rampart overlooking the entry into the castle's courtyard, where he stood, staring coldly down at the approaching man. The stranger would have to pass through here to get inside. Garzahd would see to it that he would not.

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