<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120711025136/campizanagiroleplay/images/0/0c/Sexy-anime-boys-109110.jpeg)<br/></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Luca Saylor</span><br/>Location: Guild hall<br/>With: Destiny, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Luca stopped moving and stood in front of Destiny. Staring silently as his mind tried to catch up with what had just happened. Before his brain managed to restart itself Destiny had smacked him in the head with the blue card. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Luca cried out, his face completely red as he stumbled backwards in surprise, shocked more by Destiny removing her clothes then the card in his face. On reflex he threw out an arm albeit somewhat slower than usual. His torso was already reverting back to its clothed human form while his arm quickly reshaped itself to the crimson arm that signified an incoming burst of flames. Looking away he fired an intense stream of flames blindly in Destiny’s’ general direction, trying not to look at his topless opponent. For a short moment after Luca had launched the retaliatory blaze they both got a chance to breathe, and for Destiny to distance herself once more as he finally came back to his senses.<br/><br/>It probably didn’t mean much to the other mage but Luca really hadn’t meant to completely rip her clothes into pieces. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He’d just been trying to win. It wasn’t much of consolation but the silver haired mage who at the best of times was barely able to deal with women who were clothed much less one who was now half nude. He was no longer even able to look at Destiny except out of the corners of his eyes. Essentially he was going to be fighting the rest of the match half blind.<br/><br/>Now that Luca had gotten a bit of feel for Destiny’s fighting style, he decided it was time to change strategies. Instead of charging blindly towards the gambler, he moved to the center of the arena. His arm returned to the previous green scaled arm and he began to slowly circle her, trying to herd her to the edge of the ring. He wasn’t merely circling her however, he would dart in every few seconds. He would perform a feint most of the times he darted in but occasionally a strike with his claw would lash out. The strikes weren’t large and flashy but small going for strikes on the shoulder, the arm, or the leg. He would be satisfied if he could just land a few scratches on his opponent. For each small scratch that he managed to successfully land, she would slow just a little more as additional venom made its way into her bloodstream. He knew that if he managed to get in enough small cuts with the envenomed claw the gambler would eventually freeze or at least move slow enough for her to be an easy target for bigger swings.