Sun May 15, 2016 9:29 pm · id 1 · page 1
Isles of the Purple Sea
One of Gaia's vibrant seas full of colorful fish of different varieties and odd peculiarities. It contains tiny islands no larger than the standard urban city block. Inhabiting these islands is a fish-hunting bird that that tend to lay rock-hard eggs everywhere. Beware of cracking them.
Terrain
General: Both fighters can start on one of three islands with waist high water in between them (2 and a half feet). Notice that these islands form a line and the span of water between them is only 40 feet. The northern island is almost a perfect circle with three palm trees in the middle and is 30 feet in radius. This island is mostly sandy and flat. The middle island is the smallest island and is rectangular, 10 feet wide and 25 feet long with little grass in the middle. This island is mostly grassy. The southern island is the largest island, the radius is 60 feet, but rises out of the water like a dome with a 30 degree slope nearest the water. The top is perfectly flat for about 5 feet in radius. This island is mostly rocky.
Weapons: The island birds left a lot of their rock-hard eggs around. Beware, if you manage to crack them, the contents is putrid and will make you want to hurl. There's also shells, random coral rocks, coconuts on the Northern island.
Bonus Features: Swimming any farther than 40 feet from an island starts the count out. The island birds flew off as soon as fighters appear.
Mon May 16, 2016 4:22 pm · id 2 · page 1
+++There Dzan was. Standing in the waist high water as if he had been born there. His dark attire drenched with water as if he had swam all the way to his present location, but it mattered not. His bronze eyes would look out and merely wait for the individual that called him forth on this day. He was there in a typical band shirt and raggedy jeans. His shoes were hidden beneath the waves. Across his right shoulder was the sledgehammer that had brought him so far. Little divots were notched into the wood near the head, but other than that there was nothing that stood out to anyone that would look upon it. A gakking sledgehammer to tear someone up. Below the waves though there could've been more weaponry. Regardless, there Dzan stood, and there Dzan would continue to stand until he was forced to fight.
Mon May 16, 2016 7:01 pm · id 3 · page 1
Dzan?
What an honor, he thought.
Desmond's years living in the junkyard trailer park with his mother and father were some of his most cherished (and private) times of his life. It was the only time his family had been together, before mom ran off to another dimension to raise his twin sister and him far from the antics and wild life of Kenji Hood. Time made things fuzzy, but albums made them clearer. While flipping through pictures of their time in the garbage pile shit hole he called home, he came across ones, often out of focus and distant, of this man, this Dzan.
The two stood in the waist high water three yards apart. Not knowing how else to start things off, Des shot a fist shaped ball of chakra from his right hand at his former landlord.
11/12
Tue May 17, 2016 9:43 pm · id 4 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
> The two stood in the waist high water three yards apart. Not knowing how else to start things off, Des shot a fist shaped ball of chakra from his right hand at his former landlord. > > > > 11/12
+++Dzan wouldn't recognize the kid before him because he was barely present during the years the Yard was a thriving place. He was often in a drug induced haze as that was the time of his life that the daemon of Khorne had good control over him. He had a twinge of something, but other than that this kid before him was another person to put the grind to and completely break asunder underneath the assault that was about to commence. As the chakra ball came towards him he'd side step out of the way before moving forward. His momentum was slowed exponentially due to the water at his waist, but it was obvious Dzan was going to try and bring it in close and violently. Whether that would be in the water or on the land. That was up to the person before him.
Wed May 18, 2016 7:59 am · id 5 · page 1
While Dzan side stepped and began moving further, Des drew his five inch carbon steel knife with his right hand. Wasn't much compared to a goddamn sledgehammer, but it'd have to do.
The water slowed them down, but it looked as if this fight was happening right here, right now. Both fighters seemed to be under the "let's get this shit done" mentality instead of drawing it out with pointlessness the whole time until one of them made a mistake and ended up with a blade in their armpit. With his hands up to his face like an American boxer, Des laughed at his obvious disadvantage of his lack of massive, medieval weapon. That hammer made his pee pee go smaller than this cold water.
When he got within a couple of feet of Dzan, Des shot yet another stupid chakra fist at him, aiming for man's crotch.
10/12
Thu May 19, 2016 7:43 pm · id 6 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
> When he got within a couple of feet of Dzan, Des shot yet another stupid chakra fist at him, aiming for man's crotch. > > > > 10/12
+++And that's when Dzan would truly burst into action. The chakra ball came in and Dzan spun out and around it. Going left as the sledgehammer would slide off of his shoulder and extend out. Dzan's right hand gripping it tighter as it closed the distance with his opponent. The length of the sledgehammer easily covering the distance as it'd aim to slam right into the ribs of his opponent. Regardless, of a hit or miss, Dzan would begin to withdraw the weapon and smirk. The opening salvo had started and Dzan knew his opponent would most likely want to close in nice and close to stay within the reach of the hammer of his. But in the scheme of things. Would that be the smart decision for his opponent?
Fri May 20, 2016 8:52 am · id 7 · page 1
A thirty-five inch round shield of green chakra energy formed around his left hand as he stepped forward with his left foot, positioning the shield to guard his rib cage from being ground to dust. If it wasn't for the shield the impact of the sledgehammer would have shattered his wrist and most likely his forearm. When the hammer struck the shield, Des kept forward, stepping with his right and pivoting to his left and simultaneously stabbing his five inch boot knife into Dzan's extended wrist with enough speed to catch it before the Cyberpunk could draw it away.
Sun May 22, 2016 11:06 pm · id 8 · page 1
Dzan began to from as the chakra formed and his sledgehammer was blocked. That grin turned into a deep chuckle as the knife pierced his right wrist. The second the knife entered Dzan angled his arm trapping it within the confines of his cybernetic arm as his hand would clamp shut on the wrist of his opponent. From there it as easy pickings for the deranged cyberpunk. His head shot forward in an explosive headbutt as his left hand would slam right towards the kid's kidney. That hand would slam over and over again and with Dzan in control of the guys arm he would gain maximum leverage to try and move the kid around some any time he tried to offer a counter.
Mon May 23, 2016 3:23 pm · id 9 · page 1
Ebag The II Wrote:
> The second the knife entered Dzan angled his arm trapping it within the confines of his cybernetic arm as his hand would clamp shut on the wrist of his opponent.
Dzan only got the tip. Seeing the cyberpunk drop his hammer in the water, Desmond pulled the knife out fast as Dzan tried to get a hold of his wrist, barely escaping his grasp in time.
Ebag The II Wrote:
> His head shot forward in an explosive headbutt...
Dzan's head. Meet Desmond's shield.
Desmond positioned his chakra shield in front of his face letting Dzan slam his skull on its hard surface. He didn't know if the punk had any upgrades to his noggin, but head butting a shield wouldn't feel good for anyone.
Ebag The II Wrote:
> ...as his left hand would slam right towards the kid's kidney.
As soon as Dzan's fist hit Des in the kidney, Desmond rammed his knife under the left side of Dzan's rib cage, twisting and pushing.
Mon May 23, 2016 8:04 pm · id 10 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
> Dzan only got the tip---
+++Thus, Dzan's hand retracted regardless. A little gauge on his cybernetic arm and nothing worse for the wear. It was even more likely that the kid before him didn't realize what exactly was special about that arm. As it retracted the hand would disappear within the water as he continued to wade in. His head slamming forward...right into another shield. Gak. This kid was one hell of a mutie, but it didn't matter to Dzan. He had definitely had his fair share of slams and shakes and it would make it even more special as a fist slammed into the kid's kidney. Only for a knife to slam upward into himself.
Quote: Wrote:
> As soon as Dzan's fist hit Des in the kidney, Desmond rammed his knife under the left side of Dzan's rib cage, twisting and pushing.
+++And that's when Dzan would laugh right into the kid's face through his little chakra shield. He'd push himself further allowing the kid to dig deeper and deeper into his rib cage because Dzan knew he wouldn't die from it. The kid would open up a gnarly wound, and his Healing Cell would begin to counter bloodloss, but he wouldn't suffocate or collapse his lungs. The kid would feel metal within as his knife scraped around. It would even be hard to push through the abdominal and rib muscles as they were laced with cybernetics that help strengthen them. As it all went Dzan's hand stopped punching and wrapped around the kid to bring him ever closer. His left hand and his right, now with its own gakking knife, bringing him in for the kill. Dzan's face would remain right in the man's. It pressed up against the chakra shield and the second it'd drop Dzan would pounce on him. He'd show pain, but he'd just mask it within his bloodlust. Thus, the knife would be concealed from his field of vision. Until he felt it entering into his spinal cord.
+++One would notice it from the TV cameras that were situated around the place. The knife was a cruel looking thing. As if it had been ripped from some monstrous beast and forged into a weapon, and that's exactly what it was. It was a tooth from a Space Kraken. Their very teeth made the massive adamantium hulls of space faring ships look like butter to a hot knife, and occasionally explorers would find them and sell them as good luck trinkets. Now for Dzan? Well, he did what any crazed Khornate Champion would do once he got ahold of one. Made it into a weapon. A weapon that very very very few armor, at least those a human could physically wear and still move, could stop. And he'd always put it to good use. In this case, as the guy would see nothing but Dzan's face as he tried to gut him like a fish. Dzan would make his opponent before him a paralyzed from the waist down. His wounds would be superficial in comparison.
Mon May 23, 2016 9:58 pm · id 11 · page 1
Ebag The II Wrote:
> As it all went Dzan's hand stopped punching and wrapped around the kid to bring him ever closer. His left hand and his right, now with its own gakking knife, bringing him in for the kill. Dzan's face would remain right in the man's. It pressed up against the chakra shield and the second it'd drop Dzan would pounce on him. He'd show pain, but he'd just mask it within his bloodlust. Thus, the knife would be concealed from his field of vision. Until he felt it entering into his spinal cord.
This was a hell of a predicament. One of the most dangerous and revered men in Gaia Primus was in his fucking face, about to put him down. Des' heart was pounding a million beats per second. Sweat dripped off him in like monsoon. What they whispered about in bars after closing about this punk was true. He was one fucking nasty piece of shit.
The shield vanished and Dzan came in closer, and while gathering his chakra to both palms, he let The Instigator impale himself through the mouth and all the way up to his brain with his two foot chakra claw. At the same time his right fist turned into a goddamn drill strong enough to burrow its way through the metal inside him, not giving a damn about whatever black market healing factor he had installed in himself. It laid waste to his innards without discrimination, digging its way to his heart, spinning blood and skin around like a flesh tornado.
Desmond screamed in a fury of blood lust and extreme pain, fighting to stay alive, fighting to be the last one standing.
Fuck Dzan, and fuck his trailer park.
Tue May 24, 2016 9:26 am · id 12 · page 1
+++Dzan had been in the game a long time and he had long since realized danger within those of the mutants that he constantly fought. As the shield collapsed his head would twist towards the side. The spike that came out of nowhere gashing across his cheek and ripping his earlobe off of his ear. Though, that didn’t stop the punk from continuing. He just wouldn’t bite his face off. Welp, if he’d lose an ear so would this gakker. CHOMP! His teeth would grip onto that fucker. His own knife would be within the confines of the spine as Dzan felt the chakra and the rotation within his side.
+++Dzan at that point would actually grunt in pain. His face grimacing as the onslaught began. Though, Dzan had one more ace up his sleeve. He’d leave the knife within the man’s spine and grab the hand before it would go deeper nor continue its spin and Desmond before him would feel a feeling of dread sweep through his body. His hand would feel icy for a split second before everything he was planning to do would just vanish as if it never was. Sure the hole in Dzan’s side would still remain. Blood pouring out of it as his Healing Cell tried to cope with it and coagulate and clot what could be saved as well as manufacturing more blood so Dzan didn’t pass out from blood loss. Dzan’s right arm hid an antimagic gem and with contact upon the supernatural it nullified it. Thus, that drill would stop being a drill and just be a normal knife within Dzan’s chest cavity.
+++At that point Dzan would have a nice cut up face and a nice hole in his side. Desmond on the other hand wouldn’t be overtly bleeding, but he’d now have a knife within his spinal cord. Which at this point in the game Dzan’s left hand would grip on as Dzan pushed away. His leg shooting out towards the knee of his opponents left leg as he’d release the opponents hand and rip out his own knife at this point. A foot of distance would be created. The water would be awash with blood around them a crimson mess as it continued to drip from Dzan’s face and flow freely from his side. Though, the damage would be done. His own knife would have severed the spine and Desmond, unless he had some serious healing factors about him, would lose all function to his lower extremities. Dzan would also have a nice mouthful of war as he would separate and bite through a nice section of the lobe.
Tue May 24, 2016 11:57 pm · id 13 · page 1
Desmond howled in pain as the punk ate his face, but the scream was as much in blood lust as it was in suffering. He was his father's son, as much as his mother hated it. The scent of their bad breath and excreting body odors filled his nostrils as strings of red mucus hung from his lips. Moments like this was why he fought, why he entered this silly display of might in the first place; he wanted to revel in high only a battle to stay alive gave.
Dzan's mechanical arm killed the high, deactivating his chakra drill, causing a rush of cold air to run through Des' very marrow. Simultaneously as Dzan's arm was crossed in front of their bodies, Des re-angled his left arm and uppercutted the chakra spike through the punk's right armpit as he pulled his dagger from the punctured metal plating that lined Des' flak jacket and pushed off with his left hand and right knee, severing his own arm off in the process.
6/12 Dots
Thu May 26, 2016 7:01 pm · id 14 · page 1
+++This was when Dzan was in his element. Blood spilled from wounds they both had, and quite honestly, Dzan was more surprised that the gakker before him was still moving despite having just moments before a dagger rammed through his spinal cord and removed. Though, it was during this time Dzan would drop his weight moving to bring the kid unbalanced as he still had a hold of his wrist. Due to this the dagger would say over his shoulder. Wasn't the best place to be in because now the gakker had a free swing at his head. Though, for Dzan, it didn't matter, he was aiming to stop this within the next short moments.
+++As he'd drop the weight he'd release the wrist and drop completely into the water. On the way down he'd move to slice open the femoral artery on the man's thigh. His left hand swinging quickly and accurately towards one thigh and then the other as he'd then move towards the side the fight initially started on. The salt water stung like a grox-reamer, but at least it was going to clean it out while his Healing Cell focused on keeping him immediately alive instead of in the long run.
Fri May 27, 2016 2:54 pm · id 15 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
> ...as Dzan's arm was crossed in front of their bodies, Des re-angled his left arm and uppercutted the chakra spike through the punk's right armpit as he pulled his dagger from the punctured metal plating that lined Des' flak jacket and pushed off with his left hand and right knee, severing his own arm off in the process.
Ebag The II Wrote:
> ...it was during this time Dzan would drop his weight moving to bring the kid unbalanced as he still had a hold of his wrist. Due to this the dagger would say over his shoulder....As he'd drop the weight he'd release the wrist and drop completely into the water...
Feeling the pull, Desmond twisted his own wrist out of the hold before the Dzan could use it to knock him off balance, using the punk's descending momentum for his own advantage. Due to that not stopping Des' attack by keeping his hand over his shoulder, the claw skewered through the punk's right armpit, digging through his scarred, tatted up flesh like morning butter. This would turn extra bad for the Instigator as he dropped since Des wouldn't have to do much but allow Dzan's weight and velocity sever the man's famed mechanical arm right off.
In a fluid motion, Desmond pivoted on his left foot to the right as Dzan dropped, horizontally wracking his boot knife from right to left across the punk's throat giving his opponent little leeway to avoid it since he was literally falling on the blade, as Dzan's first slash scrapped through his pants and cut him good on the thigh. Then Des stepped back with his left, letting the dagger catch some air as the punk was submerged in the ocean, simultaneously stomping with his right boot to Dzan's head.
6/12 Dots
Mon May 30, 2016 12:27 pm · id 16 · page 2
[Sorry, I've had custody of my daughter for the week.]
+++Dzan would fall into the water as planned. His chin catching the blade vice his throat as he figured something like that would happen. The claw that would catch his armpit would shatter as the antimagic properties exploded forth again as he clamped down with his arm to save a wound from being horrendous. Blood poured from his chin where it was cut to the bone, but that mattered little as the man's thigh would be opened up down to a major artery himself. Regardless, a boot to the back of the dome wasn't what Dzan was expecting but it left the man open right where he wanted to. And his right hand would rocket forth while holding the sledgehammer. The head of the hammer slamming right into Desmond's family jewels.
Tue May 31, 2016 12:21 pm · id 17 · page 2
Desmond's heart chakra was much like Dzan's mechanical healing factor; both allowing each fighter to continue on despite their horrendous wounds.
Seeing Dzan's intentions crystal clear through the water, Desmond stepped on the shaft of the hammer, keeping it grounded as he delivered another solid boot to the punk's noggin.
Thu Jun 02, 2016 7:54 pm · id 18 · page 2
+++Dzan would be able to take a few hits to the back of the head and the amount of oxygen being circulated throughout his body was still good due to the electrolungs that resided within his body. He wouldn't even care as the haft was placed down on the ground. His opponent leaving his leg wide open. Already the femoral artery would be spurting out blood and soon he wouldn't be able to do much with that leg at all. As the haft was slammed into the ground, Desmond's foot keeping there firmly, Dzan merely moved the other hand, the one still holding the Kraken Tooth Dagger, and would slice the achilles tendon of his opponent before pushing away. His body rolling away before he'd come back up for air. His head would be tender, be he was definitely sure between a spinal stab, a femoral artery cut, and an achilles tendon being severed his opponent's movement would definitely be hindered.
Sat Jun 04, 2016 9:23 am · id 19 · page 2
Just as the dagger came up to slice him, Desmond stepped four feet in the air, moving away from Dzan. He'd drop practically where he started the fight, recharging his chakra and regrouping his senses as he felt this bout might go on for a long time. Dzan was hard to put down, and he needed all he could gather if he wanted to win this thing. The cyberpunk wasn't infallible as he grown up to believe, from the stories his mother told him. Nothing was impossible.
8/12 Dots