Originally Posted by Nwol
So he was into trash talk, Tekun raised a finger and pointed it at Jarvan’s head, specifically his crown in an accusatory manner. “Just because I’m not a champion doesn't mean I’m incapable of bruising your inflated ego Jarvan. On my signal we can start but not a moment sooner.” Tekun stated and thought for a moment. Tekun casted something from his finger tip, a quick wave of force that flew through the air and homed in quickly on that crown with all that intent of knocking the piece of jewelry off his head and onto the floor.
If it hit, it would have made a a loud "Ting" sound that would have lingered as if something small had been thrown with force against something metal. It was the closest thing to ringing a bell to signal a fight that Tekun could have thought of.
In either case, whether Jarvan somehow dodged it or if it fell off and frustrated the prince Tekun would have followed it up with a haste spell. His body began to waver and distort, as did the air immediately around himself.
Magic Missle – Cost – 2 Fatigue
Chronomancy: Haste – Cost – 20 Fatigue
Cooldown – 4 Post.
Duration – 2 Post.
The wave of force struck Jarvan's helm, knocking it askew. Before it could fall off, Jarvan quickly reached up and grabbed it, righting it on his head. Even as he did so, he saw his opponent's follow up move - the air around him changed, and he himself appeared hazy. Sorcery, something the prince had not expected. Given his opponent's stature, Jarvan had more expected abilities similar to his own. It seemed such was not the case.
Wary of whatever magics his enemy possessed, Jarvan readied himself. Spreading his feet and shifting sideways, he took his lance in both hands, grinned and braced himself for his opponent's attack.