[FINALS] Cameron VS Edward

*FINALS Dark Tournament Final Stadium*

*Lord Cameron VS Edward Queensborough*

Arena Specs The arena sits below ground level in the middle of a 300-foot diameter pit, the stone arena itself spanning 100 feet in diameter located in the exact center. The floor of the arena is sprinkled with just enough sand to cover up the stones beneath, but not enough to be significantly detrimental to footing or traction. Demonic-looking gates at the northern and southern end lead into the arena, through which contenders will enter upon being summoned from their quarters in order to compete in the designated match. The platform is risen approximately four feet off the ground. The new stadium is demonic in construction and theme, and has separated the elements from the arena by way of the dome ceiling. Tiered stands are lined along the walls, allowing up to five times as many spectators to be seated among them, all eager for blood. A bright LCD screen is mounted on the western wall, there to catch close-ups of the brutality for all to see.

Weather Conditions and Bonus Effects Due to the dome ceiling rather than the previous open stadium, weather effects are not applicable for the semifinals. Seeing as tickets are extremely hard to come by without paying nearly an arm and a leg, all the demons in the stands aren't going to leave without getting their money's worth of carnage! An in-ring announcer stands at the ready to begin the proceedings, and a box announcer is seated with the spectators. Will all around get the blood they came to see spilt? To whom will it belong?

Who will win? And who will walk out alive?

"Ahem!" Juri coughed into her mic to quiet the crowd. As the various noise and banter settled, the announcer started again. "Both fighters, please approach the center of the ring!"

Allowing the two to come within appropriate distance, the fish-demon looked between both competitors. Juri's hand swept out to her side, presenting the combatant. **"In the final round... For Team Kami-- Lord Cameron!"**

Shifting her weight and transferring her arm to the other side, she then introduced the opponent with the same enthusiasm. **"And for the Dream Team-- Edward Queensborough!"**

The crowd went wild all around them, the entire stadium seeming as if it was spinning in noise around the arena at the very center. It all came down to these two. Only one would win...

"Are you two ready?" Juri asked, gaining last confirmation from both fighters.

Over the crowds boos of dissatisfaction, a bloody death scream could be heard echoing from the entrance way. A few seconds later, a thud, clashing of metal and then

PURHEWWWWW

A stream of blackflame exploded from the Kami entrance doors, and out from it a black, orange, and red blur shot out like a bullet, skipping off the ground ricocheting perfectly onto the ring with many mid air twists. Miraculously coming to a stop on his feet. There was Cameron, standing in the ring not to far off from Juri.

Surrounded by a booing crowd and angry Judges, Cameron seemed oblivious to it all. As his first attentions came to the small sack in his hand, what looked, and sounded like a coin purse.

The scarfed thief would bring the sack to his ears and give it alittle shake, grinning to himself satisfied with the lush rustle of gold inside. His expert ability determining the amount of money before even opening it. Then it would dawn on him where he was.

With a raised eye brow Cameron examined his surroundings, looking up to the crowd first, then to Juri. He sheepishly made an about face to the fish girl then hid the sack behind his back.

“Uh heha, sorry about that, uhh delay some soiled guy named Alian I--- errr he TRIED to rob ME while I was going to the bathroom.” He said with a slight bow, gee what luck.

Juri stood between both competitors, having gathered that the two of them were finally than ready to strut their stuff and begin the main event.

"About time!" the announcer pouted, grimacing slightly. However, in favor of moving things along, she pushed aside her distaste and held her mic up to her aqua-painted lips.

"Alright, everybody! For the final round, Cameron versus Edward!" she announced, as the demons packed into the rows and rows on tiers and tiers of stands began to roar loudly, cheering on their favorite fighters. After a few moments, as Juri would raise her arm above her head, they soon quieted.

"Ready? Get set..." Juri hummed, then promptly swung her arm down.

*"FIGHT!"*

~ Post 1, the groove thing at the bottom is just a representation of how much energy I have binded for my flame attacks. Also, in case you're retarded, this is Lord Cameron. ~

As the robot made his comparably slow approach, Cameron dropped into his open palmed battle stance. Bobbing and weaving with a confident half smile. A single eye brow raised at his opponents angry face.

Woosh-woosh

Camerons scarf danced around him as he weaved but he wouldn’t move any closer to his opponent, letting the robo take his time. Merely confidently watching Edward advance.

It wasn’t too hard to surmise why Edward approached this way. What silliness to try and pull a trick on a trickster. His prosthetic arms weren’t much of a secret, nor was having a swiss army knife body as a robot. Surprises were bound to exist. Edward would have been better off starting with an all out charge.

Right before the cybrog took his swing Cameron let slip a taunt.

“Oh common Edward, you’re no magician” He said with what Edward surely considered a “gay” voice.

And WOOSH

Cameron weaved swiftly under Edwards right arm and positioned himself to the robots right flank. Taking a few energetic skips out to re-arrange his balance, then with all his momentum and strength shot inwards back towards Edward for his own counter attack.

A single opened palm trust to Edwards face with his left hand with all the whimsical floppery theatrics expected of the thief. Leaving his right arm extended at his side for defense. His tactics were to simply out maneuver the lethargic robot.

~3~

The thief, who was 100% human wouldn’t stop his forward momentum, even with the incoming swift kick. He wouldn’t even try to correct his displaced trajectory, instead fully and enthusiastically flowing with it.

The fact was he was going to be kicked the thief couldn’t avoid it. You could say this was going to be the first attack to land on Cameron this entire tournament. If one was to land sooner, Noata might have known what to expect, but since one didn’t….

Camerson defense against the ball splitting kick was simple; he would roll his body over, go limp, and allow himself to fall over while going forward at the same time. If one was an expert in such things, they would notice the tact something reminiscent of Ukemi; art of falling techniques. So that Noatas upward kick was more of a trip by the time it met with Camerons legs.

The swift kick brazed the thief’s lower tights, His baggy leather armor, along with his limp body would nullify any serious damage the kick would have rendered of course pain and burses were still bound to occur. Cameron’s legs being kicked, used as much of the impact as possible into his artful fall. Landing about five feet behind the cyborg circa kick, with his elbows first. Cameron wasted no time in his counter. Collapsing to the ground like fluid, his scarf and bandana draping; positioned himself in recoil.

He was demonstrating his thief like techniques, his style, armor, tricks, all part of his hit and run tactics. For that split second he was crunched over the behind(ish) robot, he dropped a smoke bomb underneath himself from his sleeve, attacked to the pin a wire. The action was not impossible to catch, but it was a well practiced deployment by theft, hidden by line of sight, and expert technique. At the same time, his dagger slipped from his left sleeve, into his left hand. Then, Cameron shot back out at Edward from behind using all of his strength and recoil from his tall legs. well, even tho Ed would probably have turned around by now.

Letting his right arm trail behind him, and stabbing with his shattered sword dagger, aimed from either Eds back, or Heart, depending on which was in front of him. His eyes still bright and determined, a slight grin could be seen on his face. Inside, his excitement and energy grew. Maybe this tournament could provide a fight.

~ soo uhh this would make it 5?" ~

Ha excellent, the thief impressed at the cybrogs reaction speed and greater mastery of hand to hand techniques. Edward used a style that Cameron only saw practiced by special forces. If this was a straight up knife fight, Edward was sure to win. His greater weight, grappling techniques, and little “click-clack” poker would be fatal to the thief. But this wasn’t a straight up knife fight. And like Cameron’s title may imply (Lord of Thieves), he didn’t fight uhh fair, or with orthodoxy.

The force and momentum of Cameron’s spring attack wasn’t focused in his stab, but in his right palm, so as Ed burst, the thief countered with his own. His initial stab was a feint; its sloppiness was confirmed by the robots exact palm grab. Hitting in just the right spot in Cameron’s arm to clause him to drop the dagger, but the being held on to part was met with much resistance. Namely, as Cameron at the same time, using what energy he had saved for black flame attack to step in to the right with his open lower palm, trying to displace the pokers trajectory.

At this time, the smoke bomb behind Cameron went off, shooting golfend scarf behind him into Edwards face, followed by a thick plume of black smoke, everything but Cameron’s scarf blending in completely. Then…

HYAHHHHH! poppppphshhhh

to everyone in the stadium they’d see the newly developed plume of smoke spike, and start to spread off into a trailing cloud.

While inside the smoke, Cameron released a nice little explosion of black flames from his open palm. Enough not only to slightly push the two apart, but if the robo was to press further, he’d run the risk of catching the black flames. Not that he could see any of this in the plume of smoke. But Cameron suspected Ed has some sort of super perception going on with all that robotic stuff. Whether he was wise or un-wise was up to him. As for Camerons next actions, if he was to break free or not, was to fall to the ground and tumble back, swift and ******** as with mechanical precision out of the plume and to Edwards flank. Letting go his scarf loose in the plume, it keeping its positions in the breeze as to throw a misleading direction.

Edwards effective defense knocked the dagger out of his hand, but Cameron left a wire tied to the end of it, impossible to see in the smoke. What would Edward doooo in the misttii.

~ so this one is 5? ~

Ahhhh, Cameron lay on the ground after his soft fall. Glad Edward didn’t have the skills to remain ontop of him. In the middle of the thick smoke screen, most would lose their bearings, but not this rogue. His wavy scarf and tied dagger anchored him in the dark. But more importantly, it helped him figure Edwards exit.

But that small detail was for in a few seconds. As right now he needed to get to his feet for a damage assessment. Silently the thief tumbled up. The warm sogginess of blood felt under his armor. Ugh, he winced; normally wounds are something he takes some dark pleasure in. But with heavy cloth the sides stick unpleasantly your wounded skin. Luckly, the thief could feel bits of blood trickling down his stomach. Good, Cameron thought, Ed didn’t hit my abdomen.

Silently picking up his dagger, Cameron stalked opposite from Edward in the smoke screen. About 2 seconds have gone by since the explosion, and the cloud is dissipating.

Pain seemed to be around his chest, but he wasn’t sure. Still, the thief didn’t dare to breathe, if Edward punctured a lung; this fight was over. But the thief had more skill than to let that happen, he assured himself. With careful dexterity, Cameron felt up his armor, a long break apparent over his chest.

Further inspection… dupe by dupe… ahh that’s skin.

Cameron reached outside the smoke, creeping closely to the ground. Dagger in one hand. his other hand on wound. Now the moment of truth… the thief looked down at himself, to find a semi long, scarlet line across his chest, about an inch from lung. Yes! success.

See, the Lord had been turning in right as he punched, so Edwards target wasn’t staying still either. He barely got the blade the nick into Cameron’s lower ribs before the explosion, the explosion itself causing the slash. If it wasn’t for that, Edward would have sunk the blade deep into Cameron, and then fallen on top of him. But that didn’t happen.

Cameron was left outside the smoke opposite of Edward, a long flesh gash over his chest. Nothing seriously serious; he’s been through much worse, however the wound will wear on his body. About 6 seconds have gone by since the explosion, a relatively short period of time. In this fight it could’ve seemed like eternity, or not.

Cameron moved to his respective corner and waited for the smoke to clear. While waiting he, worked on binding some energy and keeping awareness through open palmed yoga type positions. His demeanor still what could be considered bright, no mind the cut across his chest.

~ 7?? ~

Camerons palm flexing was ended by carefully transitioning into a mime-ish type skit of leaning on something that wasn’t there.

“You scratched me real good Edward!” Cameron shouted the cut across his chest visible through the black armor. A pillar of black flame erupted where his mimed lean would’ve been.

“I’m afraid cough I slightly misjudged you.” He finished the pillar of black flames burned away leaving behind a long glassy black claymore with a golden hit. Cameron already leaning on it. Then, if Edward hasn’t charged him already (which he just would’ve reacted below sooner) Cameron took a sword stance, then took his charge.

A loose but well controlled sprint to the robot with sword trailing behind. When the appropriate distance has been reached, say 15 ish feet, Cameron would change his running stance by slowing down and moving the long blade forward, when a 10 foot distance between him and his opponent was met, Cameron took a small leap in the air, sword brought to diagonal slash position, then…. What else but a!!!

BOOM,

An explosion of black flame behind Cameron’s feet mid jump; giving him mainly an unexpected boost in speed and force in his slash. The new found speed shouldn’t be overlooked, he would enter inside the 4 foot blade reach just those few seconds quicker.

Cameron’s face was elated to the point of madness. Rocketing towards Edward with extreme force, and a quickened swing; aimed to chop the robot in half, or more likely, crash through his wrench defense.