Talas hesitates as he sees Teral holding Vance and keeping him from moving forward. "Ah... guess we're waiting, then?" he asks as he sees the other team starting to run towards them.
He moves closer to Vance, rope held in one hand. As he passes the ogre-head-sized ball, Talas nudges it with his foot, trying to get a sense of how heavy it is and make sure there's no surprises there-- he has mental images of the ball turning out to be glued to the floor, or some other surprise obstacle.
From the sidelines, the Apprentices could see the three instructors talking softly, gesturing from person to person as they watched.
Throughout the training yard, other tests with other groups were beginning.
Talas flicks a glance down at the ball. He unshoulders his pack and drops it on the ground.
Eythil watched as the others beginning to move and then he glanced back at their own ball.
"Get the ball then." He said to himself as he began to run forward across the field.
his eyes widening and his movements faltering little as he sees Vance grow to a massive size.
Vance acknowledges Terals request to hang back for a second. Upon the spells completion he turns to Talas "Lets go." He begins to run adjacent to Talas with the rope stretched between them.
Ariela continues her run her hand going through a pattern of motions as she utters an incantation, a pulsing blue glow engulfing her hands as she does.
Garridan rushes forward with his teammates to keep close eye on them...
"--maybe better we just go now." Talas runs to keep pace with Vance's suddenly-really long legs, wrapping the rope around his forearm as he goes.
"You're the second-- and last-- line of defense if they get past us!" he calls over his shoulder with a grin at Teral.
"Of course, they have left their goal nice and undefended..." The grin gets turned on white team.
As they ran, Vance looked to Talas.
"Just how heavy was that ball? With my sudden growth spurt I think I might be able to throw it back to our side once we got there."
To Vance, Talas shouts, "Eythil's closer! Change course!"
At a lower voice, he says something else.
He runs towards Eythil, letting the rope play out so that he and Vance have some distance between them, but that the rope is taut at chest level.
Vance runs with Talas towards Eythil.
As his team put their plan into play, Teral took a few steps forward, watching the field carefully. He raised the Omega symbol emblazoned on his shield, grinned, and called back to Talas with a laugh, "Remember - choose the game you play!"
To Vance: "Perhaps-- we're going to have to wing it a bit, but it still might be worthwhile! We'll see how things play out!"
He flashes a brief grin back at Teral's words. "That's the notion!"
Eythil tried to watch the pair, his head whipping side to side, confused as the two seemed to dash around him.
Seeing Talas and Vance charging forward with rope Arieala couldn't for the life of her fathom what they were up to, until it was too late.
The rope snapped up and caught Eythil right across the neck. He hit the ground hard.
"Ghhhaackk!" was all Eythil could manage as he hit the ground in complete pain and shock. Fortunately the innate healing properties of the field almost immediately began to alleviate his senses and he managed to roll over into a sitting position.
"Aaahhhh."
Garridan wasted no time in taking a step away from Vance's reach and then snatching his prized boomerang from his belt and send it spinning quickly towards the large Vance! In the blink of an eye he snatched a second one and sent it spinning behind his own darkwood boomerang. Both of the weapons cracked into Vance with brutal effect and knocked the large man to the ground, unconscious...
Ariela's eyes narrow in anger as she watches them take out Eythil. They'd targeted the one person who could barely remember to defend himself. Well she would see how they fared against opponents who fought back.
Dashing forward she throws herself forward driving her fist into Talas' face with a sickening crunch, a spray of blood and a wave of unnatural cold.
Darian nodded from the sidelines. The man next to him waved his hands forward and spoke words of conjuration. In the middle of the testing grounds an explosion of sticky strands appeared.
Any satisfaction Talas felt at his plan working was short-lived. He barely had time to flash an apologetic-if-rather-teasing smile down at Eythil for his tumble before Ariela's fist smashed into his face with devastating force.
Talas dropped like a sack of grain, rather surprised someone could punch so hard.
Head ringing from the blow and his muscles feeling weak Talas felt in no hurry to get back up and take another fist to the face. He lay motionless on the ground, jaw slack where Ariela had struck.
The webbing quickly roped over him.
Teral winced as both his teammates took incredible hits, very nearly putting them out of the contest immediately.
"Playing for keeps, are we?" he murmured, moving forward cautiously. From his belt, Mr. Prickles began to make the same eerie chuffing noises he'd exhibited back in the Forest.
The satisfaction of watching Talas go down swiftly evaporates as the entire area erupts in sticky webs that entangle her.
Just as he pulled himself up off the ground Eythil was suddenly trying to dodge out of the way from sudden and unexpected spider webs. But his reflexes just weren't fast enough.
Vance saw the incoming attack from Garridan and knocked one out of the way. However, he was not expecting the second one which proceeded to strike him across the chest. Followed shortly by an odd tingle to that area.
He had tried to get out of the way of the webs that appeared, but with everything happening he was unable to move in time.
He immediately tries to disentangle himself. Proving to be unsuccessful.
The man who'd cast the Web spell held out his hand. Thedra put a coin purse in it.
There appear to be some invisible objects on the field, based on how the webs anchor. It's been dumb luck so far that no one has run into them.