Unity vs. Dove

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Ashen Thorne
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1Scalar Warfare

Mon Jan 16, 2017 12:02 pm · id 1 · page 1

BLOODY TRENCHES

One one of Gaia's many forgotten battlefields, two armies carved out their campaigns into the earth beneath their feet and laid waste to one another. The conflict and those who forgot it have faded into the mists of Gaia's history, but the scars remain: long, deep gouges dug into the earth, and stretches of flattened, gray wastes.

Terrain

General: The fighting area is a long stretch of trench, approximately 100' from end to end. The trench itself is eight feet deep and approximately 12 feet across from inner wall to inner wall. The walls are bare, hard-packed dirt, and the floor is made up of wooden slats. There is a 1-meter deep, ramped alcove every three meters, once used by sharp-shooters to catch scouts across No Man's Land, which participants can use to get out of the trench more easily.

Weapons: Weapons are common in the trenches. Rusted entrenching tools, bayonets, and empty rifles and pistols can be found half-buried in the muddied floor.

Bonus Features: The Ring-Out Count has been double from TEN to TWENTY in order to allow fighters to leave and enter the trench for repositioning purposes.

(Open to spectators.)

2Scalar Warfare

Mon Jan 16, 2017 12:22 pm · id 2 · page 1

Character: Unity

Now Wearing: Fleeting Shadow Armor

Location: Bloody Trenches - Gaia

=The Price of a Mile=

One did not need to be a student of history to appreciate the aura of death that hung over this forgotten battlefield, and Unity's spine shuddered despite herself as she picked her way along the war-torn scar. Skeletal remains leered from collapsed bunkers and grasped up from the polluted clay below, still clutching futilely the instruments of battle.

By contrast, she was entirely out of place, her sleek black armor a product of vastly more modern designs tacked onto a woman that was still only just catching up to the conflux of eras that she had been inadvertantly thrust into. Steel heels, polished and sleek, gave her a careful, lilting gait over the wooden boards, surveying the 'arena'. Despite its disrepair, it was remarkably... uniform, and rather featureless in its length. Images of shooting goldfish in a barrel danced at the edge of her vision as she heaved a sigh, and tucked herself into one of the many firing alcoves lining the walls. This, at least, put her out of the path of immediate linear harm while she waited for the opponent.

Silently, she slipped Blur from its strap upon her thigh, and gripping it firmly, melded into the environment, taking on the mottled browns, greens, and greys of the alcove in exact replica of the ramp around her. Thus she lay in wait.

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[Contrast] - Sheathed

[Blur] - Drawn, right hand.

[Tools of the Trade] - show spoilerhide spoilermineral oil, 1 fl oz metal flask x2(stowed), garrote, steel wire(stowed), fliptop butane lighter(stowed), grappling hook, 25ft wire, and electric winch(stowed)

[Sounds of Silence] - Active, muting sounds of movement and activity to 1/4 normal decibel value

[Saturate] - Active, blending in with a sharpshooter alcove

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3Ashen Thorne

Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:07 am · id 3 · page 1

Character: [url=http://pre14.deviantart.net/ed28/th/pre/i/2015/030/c/2/lilithbyraichiyo33-d8fxwea.jpg]Dove[/url]

Where Unity blended into the earthen tones of the trench, the fiery shade of Dove's hair made it clear to anyone within eyesight that Blessed of Blades had arrived. The contrast was striking, as though battle still raged within the trench, flames of rage burning brightly against the hard-packed dirt that surrounded the slight woman. Form fitting combat wear hugged her curves in all the right places, an advantage that came in handy when fighting foes with lecherous intentions while providing optimal movement for close-range combat.

Boots thudded softly against the wood that covered the bottom of the trench as the warrior walked down its length. Every couple of feet she paused for a moment, concentration clear on her face as silver light filled her hand. The light coalesced, replaced by small daggers that were then stuck at regular intervals in the walls that surrounded the battlefield. One to the left, the next to the right.

Though she appeared intent on her task, Dove was not the sort to completely disregard the fact that this was, after all, a battle. Her rapier was held loosely to her left side as she continued her journey, prepared for the inevitable battle.

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Thu Jan 19, 2017 2:34 pm · id 4 · page 1

Character: Unity

Now Wearing: Fleeting Shadow Armor

Location: Bloody Trenches - Gaia

=She Moves Like A Knife=

As the redhead raised her arm to bestow another silver dagger to her right, the very earth exploded out of the trench, an avalanche of movement that was as frighteningly fast as it was silent. Powerful thighs propelling the thief from her crouch in the alcove shot her body into the trench in a streak of mottled brown. Even a momentary flinch was all she needed to capitalize on the element of surprise.

Left hand extended, she drove the heel of her palm into the partly raised armpit of the 'Blessed of Blades' like a linebacker, locking out Dove's ability to effectively retaliate with it - while levering the cleric over her own center of gravity, the rogue's sudden tackle and body weight thrown into the strike to smash Dove against the far wall of the trench. Momentum consolidated the movement, bringing in the thief's right to mercilessly ram the equally camouflaged knife in her hand up under the redhead's right floating ribs, easily parting cloth and flesh to splay open the underside of the liver and tear the kidney and diaphragm... a wound that would not only bleed profusely, but cause erratic spasms of the lungs and no small amount of excruciating pain.

To make matters worse... the blade's passive enchantment added to the rapid shock and disorientation of the blow... for wherever the blade bit the flesh, it flooded the victim's sight with a drunken blur, washing everything into a nauseating, spinning mess of fleeting shapes and swimming colors. And like any dedicated attacker, Unity did not wait for visual or even tactile confirmation of an exact hit - but retracted her blade for two more ruthless stabs to the gut while the opponent was still staggering.

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[Contrast] - Sheathed - Left hand forcing the opponent up and over into the wall in a body tackle.

[Blur] - Drawn, right hand, stabbing under the right floating ribs, followed by the intestines. Enchantment activated - 1t remaining!

[Sounds of Silence] - Active, muting sounds of movement and activity to 1/4 normal decibel value

[Saturate] - Active, blending in with the trench walls still!

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(Updated armor visuals slightly for clarity)