Barton Center

BARTON CENTER

In the heart of Barton itself, combatants face off against one another on the brick road around the Memorial Fountain. The outer grounds of the area are blocked off by a railing to bring the fight right in the faces of the spectators while providing ample space for the fighters.

Fighting Area - 50ft diameter with fountain in center and crowd around the sides.

Terrain

General - Audience form a ring around the area, limiting area of effect attacks

Weapons - None

Natural Element Resource - None, Minor Water

Bonus Effects - None

He watched the two men and their entrance. First coming was Halycanos. In a way, this entrance was less than spectacular, and Shin managed a small grin accross his face. He had opened his eyes when he heard the commotion, and therefore noted his arrival.

"....Halycanos...no need to apologise, your here and thats what matters."

His voice was calm, with a slight upbeat attitude.

"As for the others...."

His speech was cut short as Tenma stepped through from the wall of spectators that had gathered. Upon his approach, he nodded to him in answer and spoke to both of them.

"It would seem as if our opponents have yet to show up, we will wait for them and see how things turn out."

He stood from his seat and turned to run his hand through the water of the fountain. Shin brought his hand up in front of his eyes to look at the moisture. When he lowered his hand and flicked the water from it, he also turned his head to the side and glanced at his two teammates.

"Make sure your prepared for the battle ahead, get your gear in order and run through strategy's in your head. Team Player one is in this tournament and our opponent for this match, they won't be so easy...."

And with that he sat down on the bricked ground and shuffled through his equitment to make sure he had everything he needed.

His attired wasn't heavily armored...as he believed in speed more than defensive. After all, why stand still when you could simply move out of the way. He doned a dark red muscle shirt, as well as dark red pants to match. He wore black shoes and had a headband upon his head. His gloves were meant to withstand the cutting of the Tetsugen...a special material. On the backs of the gloves, were plates of metal, made more for defensive than offense. The bottoms of his shoes had a similar mettalic plate.

His weapon that was noticable was the sword lying horizontally accorss the back portion of his belt, with the hilt on the left side. As for unnoticable weaponry, well...he had his Tetsugen. The tetsugen, special as it was, allowed his to not only create up to ten (one for each finger), but allowed his to decide if the Tetsugen was its usual razor sharp nature, or if instead only the head of it was razor sharp. This meant that not only could the Tetsugen be a combat weapon, but it also served as a way for him to hook on to objects and pull them torward him, or wrap around them and manuver his body.

The Tetsugen however, would lie in secret, until he revealed it.

The crowd had grown greatly, and He wasn't one for crowds.

Politely as he could he attempted to wade through the throngs of people with no avail.

"excuse me, sorry, excuse me"

his apologies stopped abruptly as he lost his patience and shouldered through, it wasn't easy but a good shove into the spine of someone in front tended to get him somewhere, he continued ignoring the curses of people he pushed until he jumped the rail and stood in the arena, making his way over to shin he nodded

"now to wait I assume?"

He nodded and moved the 2 half disks of metal in his sash, one in the front of his sash the roudned end facing upwards and the other in the back of his sash in the same position.

He knew his weapons, he favored Kunai and his own sword, both were good weapons and about the only thing he needed. He adjusted his mask, reaching behind his head and tightening the band holding it one so it would not slide around on his face.

and then he sat, waiting, much as halycanos had said boredom was about to set in.

"Soon, I hope," Tetsudo muttered, abruptly approaching from the throngs of onlookers. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, that's two of us..." Looking around, he caught sight of the other team. "Looks like that's all of them. Where's that woman?"

((Lame post- caused by Gaia overload. ))

He sat looking at the man that had come in on a blade nearly laughing at him.

"to treat a blade like that? I would be surprised if he knows more than how to abuse it"

he said nearly laughing, it was a joke few would get, maybe shin would but well, tenma wasn't looking to be a comedian.

Pausing in his leg stretches, Rage stood up straight again and pushed on his back a little before pulling off his left headphone and placed it behind his ear. Looking at his opponents he said with a slight laugh, "Oh... sorry, guys. Did you say something? I'm affraid I hear so much BS every day I just kinda tune it out." Smiling warmly, he went back to loosening up. Funny how everyone assumes they know everything about you in a passing glance, he thought, still grinning widely. After all the other stuff he'd been through recently, a good fight like was just what he needed. He just hoped his opponent wouldn't disappoint.

"So, let's get this underway, huh?" Tetsudo said, who apparently had turned into a tub of lard at some point (???). Looking first at the cat lady, then to Rage, he asked, "Who goes first?"

((Seriously, though... where did you get 'tub of lard'? ))

((Yo, just dropping by to clear up some stuff as the captain. Opaj, if you don't mind who fights who and in what order.... Than how does this work out for you? Ted (your dude) vs Halycanos (Griff). Y'all can fight first if you wish. After that I think Tenma wants to go up against Rage if you have no objections to it...and me, well I guess I'll take the girl... in an order yet to be decided))

Halycanos stood tall when Shin called his name, and he instantly stepped closer to the front line when Shin made his suggestion. "I'd be happy to take my turn first." His gauntlets flaired for a split second to show their owner's anticipation.

Responding to Tetsudo, Rage said "I think they want you to go first," after a lazy yawn. "But if you don't want to, I'll step up to the plate. Either way this should be awfully fun." He flashed another smile (he seemed to be doing that a lot), bearing a sharp left canine tooth - the faux fang that some people developed in their lifetimes. Not really waiting for Tetsudo's response, Rage snapped his headphones back into place and found some space to do shadowboxing... if one could call it such. It looked a little too haphazard to be an actual fighting style.

((And... I have been away doing RL things.

So... how about we do two fights simultaneously, and hold one person in reserve as a striker? Ted vs. Griff, and Rage vs. Tenma. Sound good?))

Tetsudo, standing seven-feet-tall and muscle-bound, grinned dumbly at Halcyone. "Why don't we both go first?" he responded to Rage. "I'll take the guy with the gauntlets, you can beat up whoever." He bent his neck to one side, his vertebrae cracking loudly.

He stepped forward, his right hand gripping the wrecking-ball baton at his side: made entirely out of steel, it was a tonfa with spherical weight (about six inches in diameter) at the far end. Unlatching it from his side, he gave it a few experimental twirls before unlatching its twin with his left hand.

"You ready to go?"

((:sigh: Somehow I knew this was going to happen... Normally we would not have enough time for something to happen, but since Kraun gave the exstension, it may be possible. Go ahead and get Rage online then. I am not sure if the rest of my team are online or not at this moment, but it is a good chance the will be on later in the day. We could always wait for them to get on, but I am always on. So thats something to keep in mind. :shrugs:))

((Well, so much for that...

White Wolf advances by default.))

((Look out White Wolf!! Weez be comin ta getcha!! ))

((Ah, that would be cool. I think Rage would be interested in getting together for a fight sometime, too... just after we've had more time to recoup. ))

The pair wouldn't have to wait long as a spikey silver haired man with a sword strapped to his back made his way through the crowd of onlookers. The sun was still rising in the sky as it was not noon yet, and still morning, however the man looked like a million dollars. His black clothing, thick boots, dark red gloves, and brilliant white scarf looked crisp and clean in the morning light. His silver hair shone brightly with the morning rays, looking its best. His kind, yet striking, red eyes seemed to glow with an inner energy of peace and warmth as he looked about the ring of spectators and finally came to rest on the edge of the fountain, taking a breath of the crisp morning air, and taking a glance at the fountain. It was then he heard a voice shout out above the cries from the crowd and the murmur of the spectators.

RYUGI!! RYUUUUUUUGIIIIIII!!! Over here!!

Vargus was waving madly and jumping up and down giggling happily. Ryugi looked over at her and then smiled brightly, waving happily with his right hand and arm. He then stopped and blew her a kiss, giving a quick nod to Ryudo who huffed in return with a slight nod and an almost inperceptible grin. Ryugi then turned away from his two biggest fans, happy as can be. He knew he had support from them, and his teammates. Win or lose, he'd try his best in this fight. Even the money didn't matter to him, that was just an added bonus.

Well, now there isn't much left to do but wait for Silver and Cris to get here, but knowing Cris' last performance, he's probably here by now and we just can't see him.

Ryugi grinned a bit at his thoughts, but he quickly moved on, thinking of the fight ahead, and the cheering spectators all around him. Hopefully they wouldn't be dissapointed.

The bustling crowd around the fountain, held back by a small steel fence which only stood a meter high. Cameras, spectators, paramedics, they were all here. And mixed within the noisy crowd which was around the area were the judges, each one dressed in a mask and cloak.

One was a boar, whose grotesque mask looked squished and sprouted two tusks, its cloak a bristling mess of wirey hairs.

One was a fish, whose cloak was made of mirror-like scales which reflecterd everything, its mask dominated by large round eyes on its sides.

One was a demon, whose mask was a horned grinning skull and whose cloak was pitch black.

A rather ordinary man, dressed head to tabi in white linen & silk, enters the crowded grounds noticing small trickles of blood with a dim glance from previous scenes of violence. The flowing nature of the white hakama alludes silently to something other worldly, despite the otherwise complete and total lack of presence or aura radiating from his countenance.

A 5'6" dark figure made his way to the Barton Center Fountain. Music was blasting through his new headphones. The fanboyism, the arguments, the crowds... all unheard as he made his way through them. If people recognized him, he wouldn't notice.

The man was dressed in black and silver from head to toe, with his silver sword pendant and Y-Pod around his neck. His black brestplate was etched with silver runes and embroidered with an impressive Silver Dragon. He wore his FIGHTER on his left arm, and on his right was an armband with the runes of the Ryugin. His long silver hair draped down to his midback. His bright emerald green eyes pierced through the crowd. This was none other than Silver Moonblade, Captain of the Silver Dragons.

What might matter more to the spectators and the other team was his weapon, Dragoonair. The spear had intricate carvings of what looked like Scales down the sides of its shaft. At the edge of the spear was what looked to be the head of a silver dragon, which "breathed" the leap shape blade of the weapon. There were two glowing rubies for eyes, by the paled in comparison to the ones at the bottom of the spear. All in all, the spear was 6ft in legnth, plus a 1ft long blade.

He casually entered the fountain area, approching Ryugi. He spoke louder than usual due to the fact he had music blasting through his ears.

"You have to get one of these Y-Pods. These things are great."

"What did you say?"

He grabbed the cord of his customized heaphones and turned down the volume. He could hear the crowd perfectly now. It was amazing how loud they could be, and even more so that he's not deaf after having the music up so damn loud. He rarely listened to music or used technology in general, but he saw someone with a Y-Pod and it interested him. But battle was not the place to drown out his opponents sounds with music.

"Sorry I'm late."

Ryugi could only grin at his friend as he removed the device from around his ears. He then turned his attention to the watery forming form behind him. Withanother grin, he chuckled a bit and then spoke.

Another showy entrance Reinhart? Ah well, at least you're here.

He then looked around the arena, at he crowd gathered around the team and the fountain, towards the cheering fans, the lights and cameras of the tv crews, and the faces of his friends and family. He almost felt like a celebrity.

Anyone else feel a little crowded with all the people around?

Now that all of team Ryugin was here, all there was left to do was to wait. Hopefully the rest of the opposing team would show up. And hopefully they'd be able to FINISH all their fights this time. But there was nothing Ryugi could do other than sit and wait at this point, and so, he did.

"Fighter coming through! Make way!"

Oblivionic struggles to make his way through the crowd. Apparently he hasn't earned anyone's respect... yet. After a few more shoves and shuffles, he finally makes it to the circle's edge, around the fountain. He steps past the barrier, and makes his way to the fountain to meet up with a little red haired girl, already standing there, and an average looking man.

"...I guess this makes three..."

Oblivionic casually speaks, awaiting the rules to be set down. He pulls out a letter from the pocket of his loose, black, and tattered pants. It's from Doji, and informs him of the location, as well as the opponents that the members of 'Team Old Skool' are to face: Team Ryugi(n?). His face hides behind a thin, steel face mask; painted mostly black, with a white flame design rising up to the nose, originating from the bottom of the mask. Its shape simple: only two eye holes, and formed to his nose, but otherwise flat with an angled curve to better fit his face. He raises to his face, his forearms to inspect the durable white cloth wrapped around, and up to the knuckles. He puts them back down, satisfied. He does the same with his feet; looking down as he lifts and turns his ankles to inspect the wrappings on both, one after another. Also satisfied with those, he crosses his arms across his tight, black, tattered t-shirt. Surprisingly, it holds together quite well on his moderately muscular chest; and appears only tattered, not aged. The wild, mid-length, black hair flows softly with the wind, his bangs flowing over the front of the mask slightly, and off to the sides. Blue eyes of an ethereal flame look back to the crowd that cheers to the fight to be, and Oblivionic waits...

There was infact quite a large crowd beginning to take their places within the stands with quite a bit of chatter and intensity. Everyone was exicted, or if they weren't they must had been there to observe the team for tactic purposes. From the main arena ground, there were certain one individual that stood out like a sore thumb.

A pair of long white rabbit ears and red hair, who could possibly guess on who that could be? Well, for those who didn't know it was the young Madison from Leviathan Stadium, she had been seated beside a rather perky girl and a dark figure with long silver hair. She didn't seem very exicted like the two she was occumpanied with, but more so tired and in thought as her crimson red eyes gazed at the arena.

With a sigh she stood up a bit and stretched triedly, it had been quite awhile since she witness a fight and she was ready to see what was going to happen. She was well aware of the fighter Ryugi Kazamaru and his sidekick Silver Moonblade, but their third member of their team was a new face for her, a man by the name of Cristopher Reinhart. She only wish that he was as determined as her two friends.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Vargus smiled at the little rabbit girl.

Are you as excited as I am about their fight?

Madi quickly looked over and smiled brightly with a nod. Of course she was, it was the most exicting thing since sliced bread! Well....not quite, but it was still very exicting. She still didn't speak for there was someone that was still frightening her. Ryudo Kazamaru, she was absolutely terrified of him. The two have had a few disagreements before one resulted in her glasses being broken. But she simply remained quiet and solemn as the tension in the arena built.

Her feet began to fidget a bit as they waited, hitting the ground softly in a rhythmic pattern that a dancer could even groove to. She smiled shyly at the floor as she countinued to watch her feet move about the floor.

Now there was only a few things that Madi did within these few secounds. Stare at Vargus with her eyebrow raised as she snapped to her temperment, and was shortly fallowed by nearly falling out of her chair when Ryudo respounded with his temper. Her ears quickly covered her delicate face as she was afraid that he may wind up and break her precious glasses again, but Madi never really knew much. She was after all, just a rabbit.

As Vargus returned to her normal self Madison remained covered up, her theory was logical, for a five year old atleast. If she can't see them, they can't see her. If they can't see her, she was safe from getting mauled. Slowly she raised one of her ears to look and see if Ryudo had behaved, her framed red eye gazed about shyly, looking at the scene around her.

Her ears finally parted to reveal her face once more, she seemed as though she was young infant playing peek-a-boo, but not. Madi was much too old for those kind of games, she was after all 18. Well for the technical part she was actually 536 years of age within rabbit years, so in human years she would be 18. Yet, since her body ages more quickly do to the rabbit blood in her she would truely actually be 16.

"...Alright..."

ALAS! Madi had finally spoken! They were quiet and meek but still she wasn't a dumb as she seemed. Her feet countinued to bounce about against the floor quietly, now for those who may have a bad temper. This would indeed drive one up the wall for the pattern was the same, there was nothing different. The same and annoying pattern over and over again.

Madison simply smiled, she was finally talking! She hadn't said a word since she was left in their company, all she knew was that they were both very important to Ryugi. She had met both of them once or twice, but that was about it. Madison looked over to Ryudo and looked at him with her big red eyes, she wasn't sure why he was so quiet but she simply smiled. Only alittle of course, Madi was attempting to keep her teeth hidden, she wasn't at all proud of her mouth, she always found they were hideous. Her large white buck teeth, but what could you do, she was a rabbit after all.

"So...What is Ryugi and Silver's Strategy...Do they have one?" asked Madi shyly once more with her timid voice. Sh finally quit tapping her foot and looked over at Ryudo once again, she was tempted to poke him....very tempted....

The young bunny nodded as she countinued to look at Ryudo's sleeve, it was a perfect target. Possibly simply one poke and that was all she was going to do. Slowly she raised her black gloved hand and had it inches away from his arm.

A childlike grin formed on her face as she lightly poked his arm. She wasn't sure if he felt it for it was a simple tap, not enough to even nudge someone. But then again, this was Ryudo, she wasn't exactly sure about this character.

She nervously laughed and gazed back at the ring sulking in her seat. It was true that she still feared him but not as much, she really figured that all the man needed was a hug...a nice warm hug and lovings. But she of course wasn't the one who was going to do it.

((sorry! I had family crap to deal with yesterday. I'll make this short.))

Silver Moonblade grinned as the last of Old Skool entered the area. He had been anticipating this fight since their last match was cut short due to time limit. He walked forward into the center of the arena. He spoke, turning towards what appeared to be the teams captain.

"I assume you are Noire. I'll make this quick so we can hurry on with the match. Unless you have any disagreements, I propose this fighting order.

I'll take the girl. She seems interesting enough.

Cris will take on you, Noire.

Which would leave Ryugi to that other gentlemen."

((I know I already sent you a pm with the proposed orders, but I made a recap regardless.))

"Cris it is then." the stranger clad in white steps forward, his position similar to warrior 2:

moving into an inner spiral to his own center his palm raising up 3 hands, falling 5, raising 8, falling 2, and twisting inward into forward horizontal Iron palm

toward the bridge of Reinhart's nose.

Ryugi turned and spoke to Silver.

If it's all the same to you Silver, I suggest we all just start our fights as soon as we can. We don't have alot of time left in our match...

He then looked towards his opponent, and notices his apparent intrest in his sword... He'd have to be careful. He then rolled into a fighting stance. One...

Let us get started, Sir.

((1/17))

Ryugi grins with a slight nod, and decides to start things off with relative ease. He charges towards his opponent, glowing white for a moment mid charge before aiming a punch straight towards his opponent from about five feet away, letting his momentum carry him foreward.

((2/17))

Reinhart cocked an eyebrow in short confusion watching Noire come to him. Pushing himself off the fence he distanced himself from it and closed in on Noire. Noire then struck, or rather tried to strike Reinhart's nose with a palm. It wasn't hard to determine he'd be fighting first, though it seemed he was being forced. Nothing to do now but fight.

As Noire struck Reinhart stepped quickly to his right and out of the Iron Palms way. In a sense he was somewhat trying to circle Noire. While he did this he brought his right hand up and out towards Noire's ribs. It wasn't in a fist which was surprising to many no doubt but instead his index and middle fingers were out in a sort of "hook". His pinky and ring finger were held down with his thumb. Was he trying to poke Noire? Yes, he was, right between his second and thrid rib to be exact.

What was the reason for this? It was simple really, a technique Reinhart had learned from his travels. If it connected it would hurt tremendously do to it's point of impact, the ribs weren't really covered too well woth muscles after all. Aside from that with the practice Reinhart had with such a technique he was able to make dents in wood. Noire would definitely feel it if it hit. With his left hand he guarded though it was also in the same manner as his right now was. Index, middle finger out and the rest tucked in.There was also one more thing to this attack but it would only be known if the attack connected...

(1/17)

Unfortunatley for Reinhart, like the many JET ninjas of the ancient east, his over sized clothing and waifish body simply lacks the bulk that Reinhart reaches for, striking silken folds while a contortionist motion of a capoeira 10 o clock cartwheel handstand helicopter kick elucidates the absense of connecting to ribs..

Oblivionic attempted to perform the back roundhouse; but instead is blasted up and away. As soon the blast begins to force him away, tentacles of a plant-like material burst from his spinal column. They wrap around him; spread like fungus in a rapid manner; then converge together; and finally condense into a 'skin', much like an armor. His 'bio-booster armor' as he calls it, is equipped with ocular spheres on the back of his head; two sonic blades on each of the forearms; a respirator; as well as a gravity orb, located on his waist, and imbedded in the skin. This all happens before he reachs the outside of the ring. The moment the armor completes itself, Oblivionic activates the grav orb to intensify the gravity around him 3 fold. It brings him down, just in front of the barrier. The impact breaks, and dusts some of the bricks below him, creating a crater only 6 inches deep. He lands in a kneeling position with his left knee down, and his right fist into the ground. He raises his head, having released his increase in gravity, and stares straight at Ryugi.

"heh.... good one..."

He stands straight, and the blades on his forearms extend to their full length. The sound reverberates the metallic clang, as if sprung out, yet the sound remains: a low hum. The 'burns' that should be present, cease to matter as his armor is who he becomes, and who he once was. He begins a slow walk towards Ryugi.

"My turn..."

((3))

Oblivionic reduces his gravity down to .5 normal, negating any ill effects the weight of the armor would have on him; and actually speeding him up. He rushes towards Ryugi in an all-out sprint. By the time he should reach his opponent, he will be running at 30 mph.

((4))

Oblivionic's eyes catch the movement of the sword, and he uses his grav orb to shoot himself upwards 30 ft. before the sword even moves to come down. His movement forward indeed stops completely, and even reverses direction. The reason: the orb also has the capability to propel him in any direction, though to a lesser degree than in relation to the earth's gravity that sends him up. He releases the armor around him, and the momentum brings him up another ten feet as it withers away back into his spinal column. As his descent begins, he summons to himself his other armor. A blinding flash of white light. It fades to reveal the brilliant white metal of the White Inferno armor. It completes only 20 feet above Ryugi in his fall; and with the remaining time, he grabs hold of his respective sword hilts, and brings them out with one, quick motion. He aims to fall upon Ryugi with the swords downward, in a great stab manuveur, with both swords. The swords are legendary katanas with 3 ft. blades, and the steel is no doubt as near-indestructable as Ryugi's own.

EDIT: ((white inferno pic:

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((5))

Before they should meet, Oblivionic moves his sword tips past eachother, creating an X with their mid-blades. He moves his swords lower, to get underneath, or in front of, Ragnarok. As soon as he is sure of the trajectory, he moves to shove off of the blade. When they meet, the vertex of the X meets just in front of the blade tip of Ryugi's sword. He pushes hard, shoving Ryugi's blade back to himself, and over Oblivionic's left shoulder. He lands with a soft step, surprisingly, as he shifts his momentum forward. Ryugi's blade will slice into the shoulder piece of Oblivionic's armor, as Oblivionic jumps forward, and low. In this motion, he releases the X of his swords together; resulting in a double horizontal slash, aimed for Ryugi's thighs.

((6))

The white inferno armor does absorb most of the blow; however, Oblivionic does not fall over. Instead, his movement collides with the blade's, and the force pushes him down slightly, breaking more bricks beneath his feet. He quickly and forcefully pushes the blade off of his shoulder, and jumps back. He releases this armor as well. It disappears in a flash of white, the same way it was summoned in the first place.

"So... it has come to this..."

He stands approx. 15 ft. from Ryugi. It has begun; the charging of his mana about him. For now, it remains too little to physically manifest itself. Never-the-less, he stands there the same way he had by the fountain before the start of this match.

((1

7/17))

Oblivionic merely stood there. His gathering had brought him into his second threshold. Waiting is good. Now it manifested itself into a purplish taint to the air around him. He watched Ryugi, as Ryugi watched him...

((2

8/17))

Oblivionic awaits Ryugi's charge. He quickly hops to his right 7 ft. .5 a sec. before Ryugi would be able to swing his sword within range; moving to the shoulder side that did not bear Ragnarok, assuming Ryugi is right handed (you failed to specify). He just adds to the time he 'charges' as he continues his evasion.

((3

9/17))

Oblivionic raised his right hand to meet the fireball. Within that tiny timeframe, he, too, uses a technique. Much of the energy he collected, rapidly moves to the area in front of his palm. It condenses and forms a miniature black hole, though completely controlled, and only one-sided. It's suction takes effect just as the fireball will strike his palm; and the ball and it's heat are 'sucked into the void'. It continues to pull on all in front of it. Behind Ryugi is the fountain, and all of the water moves into the hole in a spray of mist. The winds accelerate, and move to 350 MPH. Aware of the dangers to the audience, he angles it down, so that the only one to directly feel it's pull, is Ryugi. Of course, it's area of effect pulls loose trash towards it, but nobody is in any real danger. If Ryugi doesn't release a large amount of energy, he stands a good chance of being sucked in. Though Oblivionic would be DQed, Ryugi would no longer exist.

((10/17))

Then Ryugi felt it. Something powerful and empty was coming. He'd only felt this energy once before in a fight with his brother, Ryudo, who, oddly enough, was watching said fight at this very moment. Ryugi had felt void energy before, and it was not something he enjoyed. But, before he'd countered it with a sufficient ammount of regular energy. So, he got to work as soon as he felt the energy pulse.

As the void opened up, Ryugi let out a powerful battle cry, and a brilliant white blast of energy erupted from his body towards the void. The heat from his blast forced the air around him to expand away, forming an odd sort of shield to the powerful winds that kicked up. There was no way Ryugi could know the safety of the people around him. This man had threatened those that he loved more than anything else in the world. His family.

Eight powerful turns of energy shot into the void, filling it up with bright white light. This would be more than enough power to release one of his special moves, nearly enough to release them twice in a row, and all this energy was being tossed into the void. Everyone he loved was at stake, and he wasn't willing to give up...

((11/17))

And Ryugi would take the punch to the face, his head twisting back with the force as he turn it to one side. But, as he took the fist, Ryugi's right hand had grabbed his opponent's fist. He then applied a massive amount of pressure, easily enough to crush bone into fragmented pulp and severely bend meta enough to crush the bones benieth. His head then slowly turned back to his opponent, all bit of humanity gone out of Ryugi's eyes. They were now replaced with the eyes of a beast...

You'll pay for that...

((12/17))

As soon as Oblivionic's hand is grabbed, he immediately follows through with a head-butt. What time Ryugi had spent with wasted words, Oblivionic's metal face mask comes crashing into Ryugi's nose, with the forehead of the mask being the point of contact. At the same time, Oblivionic releases his most basic technique from his intercepted fist, a void wave, and disintegrates the glove material on Ryugi's palm. If Ryugi didn't let off of the pressure, he'd soon lose the skin on his hand also. Oblivionic follows through with another head-butt, right after the first, regardless of how Ryugi takes the first hit.

((12/17))

((Vacuum, or 'Void' if you want to call it that, is like 'anti-energy' if you want a loose term for it. It absorbs and destroys, so you cant really absorb something which is doing the same thing, especially if it is 'anti-energy' to begin with. Kind of like, adding two negatives together, you still have a negative.

Unless its more along the lines of entropy, then its like, destruction into nothingness or soemthing... kind of like casting a disintegrate spell on his gloves. Shrugs))

Oblivionic finds it very strange that this man could actually react to an instant release of his energy, as well as dodge two consecutive head-butts, of all things. Oblivionic realises he is down to his armor again. Therefore, out it bursts from his spine once more, and it again wraps around all upper portions of the appendages. It grows, and forces its ways underneath Ryugi's grip on his throat, and his hand. In about a second, it completes before Ryugi can finish crushing his hand. Ryugi will find it difficult to finish the task, though he still holds Oblivionic by the throat. Due to the positioning of Oblivionic's right arm, being across his chest, intercepted by Ryugi's right hand; the blades need only extend to force their way into Ryugi. They do, and they spring out in about 1/10 of a second after his armor completes, and extend their full length of 2 ft. Being mere inches away from Ryugi's mid-section, it'd be near impossible to counter this.

((OH NOEZ! TEH GUYVER III IS BACK!

13/17))

"Ah... so this is the endgame..."

Oblivionic's words come out as he notices Ryugi's transformation. He's only done this once, but he knows it can work. He brings his arms down to his sides, and the blades retract, leaving only a few inches revealed. He thinks momentarily, and his primary armor begins to materialize around him. The white light that usually accompanies it's summoning is dull, as sparks shoot everywhere. It almost appears that the armor stretches to complete itself over the first one. It finishes, and has an enlarged appearance, having to form around the under-armor. The spikes that were on the first one, melded with the white inferno armor, giving it a more demonic appearance. So now Oblivionic stands ready, with the power of both armors at his disposable. He'll need them both to take on this monster of a man. The blades of the bio-armor extend slowly, the white inferno armor somehow 'knowing' of the arm blades, and making holes for them to go through. Oblivionic places his heavily armored hands upon the sword hilts in reverse manner: left hand on right, and vice versa. He pulls them both out quickly as he approaches Ryugi, holding the twin swords of fervor upright, and slightly out to his sides. Since summoning the the second armor, he activates his gravity orb again, to reduce his weight. Thus, he weighs the same as he does, without any armor on. Anticipating Ryugi's further use of his repulsion magic, he too begins charging anew. The mana once again thickening around him as it 'pools'.

((1

14/17))

Ryugi doesn't have a choice in the matter of Oblivionic's summoning. Even as Ryugi charges towards him, a small burst from the grav orb, and Oblivionic moves out of range of the strike. His position is now further to Ryugi's left, and 9 ft. further back. He now stands a few inches in front of the small fence that seperates the crowd from the fountain area. They grab at his armor but quickly pull away, surprised by the heat it gives off. He quickly activates his grav orb, to bring himself straight up. His feet stay at 7 ft. above the ground. Ryugi's move, as Oblivionic levitates with swords ready, and mana collecting.

((2

15/17))

Oblivionic looks down upon his opponent, who stands slightly in front of him, but otherwise just below. He brings his right arm up, and turns the blade downwards. Just as quickly, he throws it like a dart at Ryugi's face, the blade tip aimed for his upper jaw, just beneath his nose. As soon as the blade leaves his hand the mana he had gathered thus far, collects in an instant just in front of his hand. It releases in the form of 150 spheres of void about 1/2 inch in diameter each, following just behind the sword hilt, and in a close-pattern the size of a shotgun blast (.5 ft. shot radius). Oblivionic uses this distraction to move just above Ryugi before the sword should hit. He then moves his remaining sword between his legs, blade downward and extending past his feet a foot, leaving Oblivionic hunched over, and for a good reason. When the last of the void spheres should make contact with Ryugi, Oblivionic reverses his grav orb. He comes crashing down upon Ryugi with force of 2000 lbs., blade first.

((16/17))

((So apparently I'm suppose to amke a call.

Oblivionic Wrote:

His position is now further to Ryugi's left, and 9 ft. further back.

((2

15/17))

Further to, not at his side, so you could see him, just not directly in front of you.))

Ryugi then had a realization. This fight wasn't going anywhere, and it wasn't going to end soon if it kept up. If it kept going, one of the fighters might end up dead, and in that, no one wins. Ferocious though the fight was, it was only a tournament of skill, not of death and destruction. So, Ryugi shouted.

HOLD IT!!!

Look, we've both fought long and hard for our respective teams, so, why don't we just end this in the most civilized way possible. No one wins when death is involved... So, how about we try and end this as fellow fighters, and not victims?

Ryugi then reverted back to his human form, and extended his right hand in...a friendly handshake, no sign of beast or anger in his features.

((17/17))

Michael Noire Wrote:

Unfortunatley for Reinhart, like the many JET ninjas of the ancient east, his over sized clothing and waifish body simply lacks the bulk that Reinhart reaches for, striking silken folds while a contortionist motion of a capoeira 10 o clock cartwheel handstand helicopter kick elucidates the absense of connecting to ribs.. Much to his surpise Noire was way more nimble than he'd originally though and was now kicking his unprotected side. Good job Noire. Dodge? Counter? The usual options but why go with the predicability? When you're hit you hit back so Noire would have his and Reinhart would try and claim retaliation. Though he'd missed with his righ handed attack he still had a free left, so he struck with it.

He'd be kicked no doubt but Noire was in an odd position with little ways to defend or dodge. So as he was kicked he'd send his left fist into Noire's abdomen striking at it af is Noire were right side up. Under hand basically, like a normal punch to the gut by any boxer or fighter. So he braced himself for the kick and forced his punch on Noire.

(EDIT)

post update...

As Chris launches a long kick toward his hands, Noire chooses to push upwards on the target arm rolling 180 degrees directly on top of Reinhart, his center of gravity falling along the plane of Reinhart's knee cap.

Oddly, this made a healthy alternative to simply lifting one hand to dodge a kick.

Cristopher Reinhart Wrote:

Noire dodged in some crazy fashion, though he was in the middle of a kick no less. This was most puzzling, but not very surprising as he'd seen displays of overwhelming skills thus far. Itw as just amazing how he'd managed to rolled over something aimed at a high angle. Not his hands, you'd think Noire would catch some kind of contact in his dodge. Oh well, on with the fight. Noire would fall on Reinhart, mainly on his legs bring both of them to the ground. How could one attack or counter in this position? Simple, use what skills you have available to you.

The moment Noire made contact Reinhart reached for a piece of his long robes gripping it tightly. He pulled on it hard to ground Noire somewhat to himself. While doing this he did as he'd done to Karasen, he let off a massive charge of electricity. Enough to send Noire flying off like he'd just stepped on the third rail of a subway train. Even if Noire wasn't making direct conatct with Reinhart's body he'd still be in the proximity of this massive discharge.

Wether they were still somewhat ariborne or not so long as Noire was withing Reinhart's reach he'd grab that long robe. Wonder if he would hand stand and roll his way out of this.

With the permission of Cris for contact, Michael Noire applies a mild thumb nail pressure into the leg he now sits upon, redirecting all of the electricity which seemingly like magic came from no where, directly into the sub (below the) sartorius rectus (primary target) at the vastus internus intersection... as muscles only contract, and by electrical impulses alone, Noire didnt appear to evidence knowledge of exactly what would happen to a single major muscle sent into spasmodic shock with sufficient power to throw someone's whole body, although he did understand the principle of levers, pullies, and incline planes, and was quite certain that whatever the stress limit of that particular muscle and nerve bundle, he was going to get to witness its stress limits this very second...

Noire would be sorely dissapointed as his nail would strike nothing but one of Reinhart's hidden knives. Hopefully he struck hard enough to break it, though that was doubtful it wasn't totally out of the question. Especially when it came to this guy, how would he deal with the electrical discharge now? No time left to change the first plan of action and he's actually sitting on the source of electricity. Shock, fly, maybe then pass out Noire.

((As stated to the judges on my pm prior to the first round of matches I do have weapons hidden on my person. ^^))

((Ok Noire, unless you can move at about the speed of light, there's no way you could have not been hit by that electrical blast. And, to redirect the electrical blast, you would have needed to be hit by it in the first place.

Plus the highlighted line:

Michael Noire Wrote:

With the permission of Cris for contact, Michael Noire applies a mild thumb nail pressure into the leg he now sits upon, redirecting all of the electricity which seemingly like magic came from no where...

Implies you weren't expecting the attack, therefore highly unlikely to see it coming and have time to dodge something that moves at roughly 1/3rd the speed of light, especially at such a close distance.

So unless your body can take about a two to seven thousand volt blast, please change your post accordingly.))

((I am a judge, or else I wouldn't be posting. And I have read over your profile, though I guess I'm missing the part that you can move at near the speed of light and can withstand a rather large electrical blast.))

((Ok, I should of gotten all the info on this first. Because you didn't specify Cris, on whether the electric charge was pyschometabolic or some kind of device, Noire can assume it was pyschometabolic, and due to an ability he has, he is able to downsize the charge to where it's pretty much slightly uncomfortable for him. So the posts stand as is.))

Ryugi stood up and dusted himself off. He'd been chosen for an elimination round? He wondered what he'd done to warrant this, however, he wasn't about to just be eliminated like that. In the end, it appeared he'd have to fight for his right to stay with his team. Win or lose, he'd have to fight for it.

Very well then. I accept the responsibilities of this elimination round. I'll fight in it.

He took a deep breath, and waited for things to transpire.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Very well then. I accept --

Before he could be finished, the eliminator would interrupt him, "You werent give a choice, this is a fight not a conversation, have at you!"

It seemed like the devil was a rather impatient type... or maybe just grumpy and mean. But he didnt even bother moving from his position, still standing by the fountain. It seemed that the victims were given the priviledge of making the first attack. Sort of like a free shot or something while the eliminator was covered in a heavy cloak and a mask that would limit their vision somewhat. Perhaps it was only fair in such a way.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Well. Apparently Ryugi was given the first move. Oh well, time to go. He decided to open with something simple. He charged towards his opponent, right fist cocked and then released into a punch aimed at his opponent's chest as he charged energy for his next few attacks.

((1/17))

((Sorry to post and run, however I have class in ten minutes. I shall return in two to two and a half hours. Sorry, but this can't be helped.))

::The fist was cocked like some sort of gun. How obvious...A blin man would have been able to read that punch, which was good considering he did. But he didnt move.

The punch grew closer, and closer, really looking as if it was going to hit the unmoving devil square in the chest. And infact it did hit something...an open palm, it took the fist like a professional catcher chating a baseball. His grip was as tight as steel. When you wield a weapon as large and heavy as the one he wields you must have a vicious grip, and he did. A deathgrip one might say, the sort of grip that will likely only release if the man is killed.

There was no pause, no second of space, no instant of motion. The attack was slated to land, even as Ryugi's fist was being caught. The true flaw of obvious attacks is that your opponent has time to counter not only before you can finish your attack, but before you even know what he's planning. The fist was stopped dead in its tracks by the Devil's gloved black left hand, and in the same heart beat came a blade from the mans right. The blade was extended over the mans fisted and through is black sleave, seemingly from some unknown source around his arm. In actuality the blade had been moving way before he caught Ryugi's hand but there was no way for Ryugi to know as the motion had been covered by the winds blowing of his heavy black cloak. There was no kindness here, the man gave no quarter, no room breathe much less to think. The 10inch long blade was sharpened to the surgical precision of a surgeon's scalpel.

It would slice through muscle and tissue like just that...tissue. And with Ryugi's arm extended in a punch it was like laying a log out in front of the woodsmen. Or perhaps more like extending a slab of meat before the butcher, and this butcher aimed to slice the arm right off in a wide swipe. It went without saying that he had the brutality and strength, to do so. To be honest, the only he regretted was the fact that this wasnt both the mans arms.::

Typical. If there was one thing her father had taught her - when you were in a fight, you fight. The only time you flap your jaws was when you were going to bite someone.

Meryl watched from the sidelines quietly, her own black cloak wrapped around her. She was angry. At her team and herself for not performing to the standards she was used to.

But this opponant...

She would've loved to see how the Lament would fair against that sword. Too bad there was no tag-teaming allowed.

Suddenly she shouted out, her voice carrying over the crowd. "C'mon Ryugi! Trouce this poof already! I'll turn you into a skid-mark if you dont!"

Then she looked over to the other man. "That the best you got, Skelator?! You suck! I've seen thousand year-old grandmas on dialasis with sprained ANKLES that could move faster then that!! Whilst knitting an AFGAN!"

"Hmmmm.....?"

Was the only audible thing Reinhart said since the second round began, however short it was. They'd made it through somehow and now there was a judge calling out Ryugi. Nothing left to do now but watch, so he relaxed walked away from the center and retreated to the fence. Their alternate was here, oddly enough he had a small memory of her. What was it?

Ah yes, she held a knife to his throat once. Memories. They always sold him just a bit short, there wasn't much to remember anyway. Well, atleast things he wanted to remember and now he stood with one of his "bad" memories. But she was a good girl from what he knew, very proud, very skilled, and Tomorrow's little sis. Guess memory served him a bit better than he thought after all. Now as he sat down, rested his back on the fence, crossed his arms, and kept his eyes lowered.

He only stood about four feet from Meryl, maybe he had a chance for a new start with her. Contrary to his recent attitude he did like making new friends so he gave it another shot. Hopefully she'd forgotten him by now.

"Looks like our fights ended up short doesn't it?"

Though his eyes were still locked on the ground he projected his voice towards Meryl.

"Heh...."

She was totally right, he hadn't displayed any sort of fighting since the first round which was in many ways pathetic. He didn't have fancy moves like Ryguis, he couldn't make tiny blackholes, all he could do was simply fight. Though he really didn't bare his fighting spirit since the tournament began. Nothing left now but to push forward.

"You got a point. I've made it this far thanks to Ryugi and luck. Can't be proud of that if I tried."

There was no escape from feeling a bit embaressed due to his performance thus far but there wasn't much he could do now. Sides thank luck for letting him get this far with so little effort. Not to mention unfinished fights. Maybe a comment would change her train of thought?

"A shame we didn't get to see you in action, I probably wouldn't be able to call our adavancement luck if we did."

Hoped that helped, somewhat, a little, a pinch, whatever. So long as he wasn't stuck watching the massacre before him.

Relying on others? Not likely.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not relying on Ryugi nor Silver to get through this thing. I'm merely pointing out that Ryugi got a win in the first round and a draw in this one. That had to contribute to our advancement in one way or another."

She turned her back on him, what a surprise. Well, not really.

"I think it's Silver's job to tell us where and when we're fighting, you got a problem with that you take it up with him. As far as being part of the team, what can I say? You're here, you wanna fight, and I'm sure you wanna win. What else do you need?"

A bit bold on his part but he had a habit of doing these things recently.

"Then by all means, take my spot in the next round if a real fight is what you crave. I'm sure the thrid round will be brutal enough to provide what you're looking for."

With that said he sank in place sitting on the ground one leg extended, the other bent. Arms still crossed, his eyes now looking past his boot, he couldn't help but wonder what was to become of Ryugi. A merciless devil was set to slice him to ribbons and there was nothing the team could do about it.

"That's going to hurt..."

Oblivionic watches on, now beyond the barrier to see how his former opponent will stand up against this man. The man has the advantage, though, from viewing his and Ryugi's fight. The judge knows a good deal of Ryugi's tricks as well. Perhaps Ryugi will lose a leg right her, perhaps not. Oblivionic contemplates leaving early, to get a start on his own tournament. The idea came to him during the points awarding. He felt mildly gypped for losing, when his team had the upper hand throughout the entire match. He has several ideas for 'improving' upon this one.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

((Class let out early, I have another in 50 minutes, and durring that time, I will most likely be eating. Sorry for these delays, but Thursdays are my heaviest school day.))

The Devil Masked Judge was correct, what COULD Ryugi do in such a small timeframe? The answer, was simple. Ryugi could do nothing in the way of attack, or defense, from his current position. And if he could, he couldn't see it. However, he had another ace up his sleave.

CLANK!!

The judge's blade would hit nothing but kneeguard. While it was true that Ryugi was now falling towards the ---wrong.((3/17))

((Wrong. Try reading the whole post, not the parts you like.

Maximos Wrote:

The tail would grip, and immediately pull, aiming not only to pull the leg out from under him, but to pull the leg straight upwards, and hold him up by it.

I'm a judge first, an eliminator second. Lets take all the issues one at a time.

The tails is meant to pull Ryugi's leg out and holding the boy up by the leg. Like meat hanging from a hook in the butchers freezer. And since the tail is pulling the leg forward that would mean Ryugi's BACK is to the devil. NO ONE said anything about letting him fall. Infact the exact opposite was said.

The real issue here is this:

Kraun Wrote:

Well, like the title says, this should be read before you people fight.

Basically I need everyone to send a PM, kinda like a bio to me, only not. Basically I just need a list of items your character will be taking into their fights, like weapons, armour, equipment and whatnot. Also, I want a very basic description/list of abilities.

I'm asking for this in case disputes arise where one person accuses another of randomly generating items or using odd abilities in a fight to help themselves. As a judge, I need to know what the characters are capable of to settle disputes and complaints.

Kraun has had this post up since the start of HoH. Notice the bold parts. Now heres the PM your team sent him, and your supposed "equipment".

Ryugin: Silver Dragons Wrote:

Ryugi

Weapons: Magical broadsword "Ragnarok"

Abilities: Flame Elemental/ Dragon Transformation/ Weapon Skills

According to you, you only have your Buster sword, and powers. As well as the ever so descriptive "weapon skills". While all your team members explained each article of equipment. Simply put, by tournament rules I am declaring that you've just spawned in pieces of equipment to save yourself. First your glove, now your gaurd. It is honestly of no interest to HoH what equipment is sitting in an inventory list in some Word Document on your computer or in a bio in the Leviathan Stadium. That is NOT the equipment you brought to the tournament. I will ask you to edit your post to reflect the lack.

I do believe by your own admission in your post. You are otherwise defenseless. I believe your exact words were...

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Ryugi could do nothing in the way of attack, or defense, from his current position.

Please edit your post to reflect this.))

((I shall edit my post to accurately reflect your move. I am sorry I did not fully understand it, my mistake. However, before I do that, I would ask you to please take into consideration this bit of knowledge. When I sent my PM to Kraun, I sent him my entire Leviathan Bio, which, I might add, describes in detail Ryugi's defenses, gloves and guards included. Kraun's lack of posting this information is the real problem here. For whatever reason, Kraun did not post an accurate representation of my equipment, which I DID provide to him. Now, if you like, I can post my full Leviathan Bio in this thread so you can examine it yourself, and see clearly that I have not, as you put it, "Spawned in pieces of equipment to save myself." ))

((The point still stands that the information was sent, but not posted by Kraun for whatever reason. My defenses etc. were in that post. When I sent that information to Kraun, it became information relevant to HoH.))

((Kraun says he'd accept my bio that I PM'd to him, so we'll continue under the bio.))

For a moment, everything stopped. Ryugi�s mind was soon filled with pictures and bright flashes of images. Image after image shot through his mind, tidbits of conversations past and present moved through his consciousness. He could hear Silver Moonblade wishing him luck in his fight. He could hear the shouts from the crowd cheering him on as he fought his last opponent. He could smell the dampness of a bamboo forest, feel the icy cold of the Guldor snow, the loving embrace of his beloved Vargus, and see the tiny grin from his brother, with whom he�d finally made peace. He saw the tiny form of Eclipse scampering around happily in the grass. The warmth from his bed in Latent flowed across him. He could feel the adrenaline from numerous fights rushing through him; hear the kind words of a friendly shadow, the harsh ones of a doctor, the serious and gruff voice of a police officer. The shy and gentle voice of a kind rabbit girl graced his ears. He saw his hometown in Angara from aged eyes, the look of shock and love from a certain violet haired girl.

More and more they came, faster and brighter. He saw friends fighting on a battlefield, his friend and general was struck down, sadness filling him for a fleeting moment. The death of another friend at the hands of a giant golem. The tragic passing of his friend Kara, and he was reminded of the scarf he wore around his neck. He saw the happy smiles from his friends and party members from the quest to find Ragnarok, all of them huddled around a campfire. He saw the meeting of he and his first party member, a knight named Pent. He saw himself crawling up a beach in the moonlight, wreaked and tired from a long and difficult ocean crossing, the cold passing through him once more. He felt sorrow as he stared at a retreating shoreline, as wave after wave pushed him farther out to sea. He felt anger and sadness as he walked away from a burning village; regret flowing through him that he couldn�t save anyone. He then heard the light and kind-hearted voice of his father, Arlian Kazamaru. The loving touch and warmth from his mother, Lillian Kazamaru, graced his senses. Then, he heard the voices. Be strong and live for both of us, Ryugi. Just live enough for the both of us, all right?

The thought process had taken under a millisecond, but to Ryugi, it seemed like it had been an eternity, as if he�d seen his entire life once more. He couldn�t allow himself to die like this. And as he heard the blades coming to deliver the final blow to him, to end his life, it happened. In a single instant, it happened. All of a sudden, Ryugi felt calm, he knew that this battle was most likely his last. But the Adamants help him if he was going to sit back and enjoy the ride. He would not go quietly into the depths. His hearing was fine enough he could hear the whizzing of his opponent�s blades, even against the whirling of the cloak, mind you; these two things sound quite different. A fake is nothing compared to the real thing. Ryugi was released, and tucked his back and body forward, his head pulling up and away from the blades what were aimed to decapitate him, his arms moving to his chest. At the same time, Ryugi would activate one of his moves, the Spirit Lock. His spirit and soul would be locked to his body by powerful holy energy, cutting it off from outside influence or attack. Only the purest of souls are allowed this technique by the Adamants, who control every aspect of Dragon life, and death. He needed only to think for the Spirit Lock to occur. Ryugi�s soul was safe, his body, however, was a different story.

The final course of action was none other than Ryugi�s Limiter Release. At the same time as Ryugi used the Spirit Lock with one of his three turns of charge, his body tapped into the elemental planes, letting their power flow into his body for only a moment before slamming the proverbial door shut once more. The heat from the blast of energy would erupt outwards from Ryugi at a speed of thirty feet per second, forming a powerful spherical field of force that would serve to send opponents flying backwards nearly twenty feet away. The force of the blast would be similar to being hit by a thunderously powerful punch, just all over, most likely powerful enough to shatter glass as well. If the attack worked, it would launch Ryugi�s body into the air since he was essentially floating in midair, giving him time to react to further attacks, as well as toss his opponent across the course. If not, then he�d just simply have to initiate his backup plan�

((4/17))

((His leg was released, it was irrelevant. I tucked my head up and away from the blades, towards my chest, not leaned it back.))

Ryugi's upside down duck would have him continuing his motion foreward and away from the whizzing blades, having been released. As he spun forewards, his feet planting firmly on the ground, his arms shot out and grabbed the Devil's shoulders and upper arms as he finished his missed swing.

In that single bit of time, Ryugi would pull his body closer, using his foreward momentum to headbutt the Devil straight on the bridge of his nose, even with the mask, that wouldn't be pleasant.

((5/17))

*With the heated battle raging on, it would be unlikely that anyone would have taken notice of the petite figure watching from the sidelines. Draped in a flowing cloak of white, trimmed about the hem with a simple gold stitch... the figure had been watching the fight. Concealed within the depths of fabric, the woman who wore the robe watched the fight rage on.

Her feet had been guided to this place... and as soon as she had arrived there there had been no doubt in her mind as to why. Something was horribly wrong. A growing sense of urgency built up within her, welling up from deep within her soul. Something very bad was going to happen in this place... something horrible.

Despite the warmth of the white cloth surrounding her body, she shivered. Part way through the battle she stopped seeing the world about her... Her eyes had rolled back, although nobody would notice.

She remained standing, her figure perfectly still.

A bloody vision played out in her mind as her thoughts reeled from the knowledge of such horrors that were being passed into her hands. The knowledge of what would happen to this man, Ryugi if nobody did anything to save him before it was too late... Because if nobody did anything... The vice-captain of team Ryugin would cease to exist, forever. But not only would he dissapear... he would be erased utterly. It would be to the world, as if he had never existed at all.

There was a complication in this though... Interfearence to aide Ryugi by taking on the judge would count get him and his team DQ'ed. Instead... she would have to attack Ryugi himself... only by taking down the platinum haired captain, could she deliver him from death. She was going to attack him on behalf of the very person who was trying to kill him.

The conviction to do what had to be done swelled within the heart of this being as her sight returned to her. Her Goddess had brought her here to save him. And so she would... no matter what it meant might happen to her... her determination would not waver.

This woman continued to cloak her energies and her 'presence' lest the rampaging judge take notice of her. Other than visualy, it would be as if she were invisible to the other senses that many present in this tournament likely posessed.

While the man attacked Ryugi, she would cloak herself entirely. Triggering a stored cantrip, the figure clad in white, vanished.

She had vanished and been moving before the blade was even aimed for the captain's neck. So when he dipped him towards death... she was already beside the fighting pair.

The problem now was... the invisibility charm she had used to mask her pressence, would fade as soon as she touched either of them physically.

In a blinding flash, the figure appeared... yet just who this was, nobody could see, as she was concealed by a blinding white light that would burn daze anybody's vision who looked upon her. It was as if a ball of light had just appeared beside them both.

When the light faded... Ryugi would be laying across the fighting area, his body slightly broken from the impact with the ground and where a tail had tried to tighten it's hold on it's prey. He would be gashed... bruised and bleeding where the devil's appendage had tried to keep it's grip. In all likeliness, Ryugi's own limb was disloacted from the brief game of tug'o'war. The vice-captain would be unmoving... Knocked out cold, a swollen welt on his temple where the woman's palm had connected with some serious force.

The cloaked figure stood over the felled man, gripping her right wrist, a golden bracer pulsing with the white light that had flared about her when she first appeared on the field.

She stared straight at the devil, a safe distance from his reach as she spoke, her face still hidden.*

"Your opponent is Knocked out... Your job is done."

((Edited, becuase Sierra got there first.

And for reference, I'm captain. ))

The ******** is going on here?

How is the Judge disqualified?

Why did you interfere Sierra?

I think you better message me on MSN before I say anything else in this thread.

I am not a happy person right now.

(( Corrects this.

Disqualification on part of Team Ryugin.

Reasons:

Striker Assist in a match where Strikers are prohibited. Red flag, resulting from special rules in a disqualification.

Striker Assist by a fighter registered to another team. White Flag, disqualification.

Regardless of the action taken, the result was that Ryugi was pulled from harm's way. ))

Lady Sierra Wrote:

((Because as much as I love both people OOC'ly IC it's what my character would have done. Having someone's character, especially a main character erased without permission isn't cool. ))

(( And you would be there to do this, despite that it is occuring at the same time as your team's fight, but in another locale? And your character being unconcious or whatever after what happened? ))

Josh, flags aren't judges calls so stop stealing my schtick.

The character used was not on a team. The attack was made ON Ryugi, not for Ryugi, therefore it's a DQ for the Judge.

themightyjello Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

((Because as much as I love both people OOC'ly IC it's what my character would have done. Having someone's character, especially a main character erased without permission isn't cool. ))

(( And you would be there to do this, despite that it is occuring at the same time as your team's fight, but in another locale? And your character being unconcious or whatever after what happened? ))

((Do Sierra or Ra'kar post in orange? Nope. Is this person I posted with either of the characters at that Match/Locale or unconscious. NOPE. I've posted with Reiyvian around Levi so nobody can claim I just made her up either.

And if it was a save, she wouldn't have hurt him aside from wrestling him from the devil's tail. What she said doesn't change what she did Josh.))

Lady Sierra Wrote:

In a blinding flash, the figure appeared... yet just who this was, nobody could see, as she was concealed by a blinding white light that would burn daze anybody's vision who looked upon her. It was as if a ball of light had just appeared beside them both.

((And lo! All the judges would see is a blinding light, which of course, blinds them and prevents them from seeing what happened until it was gone.

Which would be someone coming in to stop the fight.))

Kraun Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

In a blinding flash, the figure appeared... yet just who this was, nobody could see, as she was concealed by a blinding white light that would burn daze anybody's vision who looked upon her. It was as if a ball of light had just appeared beside them both.

((And lo! All the judges would see is a blinding light, which of course, blinds them and prevents them from seeing what happened until it was gone.

Which would be someone coming in to stop the fight.))

((The striken part, That's a typo >_O; And it would daze them, it's like stepping out on a snow covered day and being stunned by the glare. Snowblind sort of... It wouldn't last long, just delay reactions.

Personal feelings I believe are the whole reason anything like this is happening to begin with Josh, so that reasoning doesn't fly.))

themightyjello Wrote:

themightyjello Wrote:

(( Now would both of you put your personal feelings aside for a minute and just let RP happen?

Lady Sierra Wrote:

((Personal feelings I believe are the whole reason anything like this is happening to begin with Josh, so that reasoning doesn't fly.))

themightyjello Wrote:

Just because you don't like the way that this is playing out doesn't mean that you're justified in stepping in. That's between Team Ryugin and the Judge. ))

((Maxi's motivation is personal, whether it be a good or bad ulterior motive it's still personal. I have nothing against either charra' just the result that everyone was being led to believe would come about... A result that is illegal by the rules of this tourney. So whatever. If it's a misunderstanding fine... but if the intent was to execute Ryugi then I stand behind my action no matter what people think. ))

Lady Sierra Wrote:

((Maxi's motivation is personal, whether it be a good or bad ulterior motive it's still personal.

(( But that's okay, because he's SUPPOSED to be in this fight.

Vahn has a personal reason to want to fight Reiko in HoH, but I doubt you have anything bad to say about that. ))

Sierra Wrote:

A result that is illegal by the rules of this tourney.

(( Which results in disqualification. There are no OOC rules that state against it, just say that it's not kosher.

Now, I'll say again, just lay back and watch it happen.

And here's a question for you: Can your character see the future? No? Then how do you know what would have happened? Maybe Ryugi would -ohmagosh- fight back? In EVERY SINGLE FIGHT in HoH so far, people have been... well... fighting. How is this one special? Your character just arbitrarilly decides to intervene in THIS fight, but not any of the other ones where people are using deadly weapons and abilities in heated combat?

Let your personal feelings go. I doubt that Ryugi IMed you and asked for an intervention. I doubt he's going to be very happy with you. ))

GAWD SHUT UP.

((Nice to see you can experience how we felt reading your match with Lania Shou ^_~ ))

themightyjello Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

Rei's a high preistess... it says that her feet were guided here, I believe I even mentioned her goddess. And by chance.... yes she can. She did have a vision after all...

(( So she had a vision of Ryugi dying.

And, as visions go, unless she -specifically- were to do something about this, that is how the future would play out, correct? Because this wasn't a hunch, it was a vision of the sure future. You don't get to be a seer without knowing these things for sure.

So, if you hadn't posted that, Ryugi would have died for sure, correct?

Now I just want to delete the post and let them play out the fight to see what happens. ))

((The vision showed her his death and the danger his soul was in... it was the vision and the influence of her goddess's will that she intervened. And yes, as it stood and from what Maxi had been leading everyone to believe and what Ryugi himself believed... was that he was about to be executed and his soul erased. ))

((Or how about my character, who obviously wants to see Ryugi dead, steps in to stop this rescue? I could do that, I'm that evil! And Oblivionic is watching this fight...))

((Y'know, I'm pretty sure either entry is considered a DQ on any side.))

((uh... I'd do something, or call off the match, but I want to see what Max does first. And the other judge rulings.))

((Wow! So I can pop up in any teams fight and declare that I'm "helping" such and such a team and automatically get them DQ'd? AWESOME! Now I can tell you EXACTLY how the finals are going to end. Imagine if you will TWO characters, completely unrelated stepping up and helping out BOTH of the teams, BAM, instant draw. Yep, thats gonna be fun.

Lady Sierra Wrote:

((But you can't change the rules mid tourney because someone decides to call you on a loophole. ))

Yep, thats 100% right. So, lets bring the whole tournament to its knee's because of it. Its obviously irrelevant wether or not the person wanted/requested/whatever'd assistance. So why not? Hell I can just poof an NPC into being and sway the entire tournament from this fight on into the direction I want it to go in. Anyone can, and no one can do anything about it! Right? Wow. I think that realization officially made the decision between wether its Heaven, or Hell. Under that reasoning, the entire function of judges is negated. What does there need to be a judge for? Their ruling is totally useless unless everything they say is previously mentioned in what must be a 40page rule book for every possible situation. That line of reasoning really does defy logic.

[Disclaimer: I am not actually intending to ruin the tournament like that.]

I'm not stupid, people love to help people. This person doesnt get help. Its why he hasnt asked for it, and why his team hasnt delivered it.

Anyone who needs to justification as to why there are this many people in this area, can read my journal. Anyone who needs to see that the Reaper Drones can grant a level of soul sight to those they wish, can Guldor, and see the 3 times its already happened.))

Lady Sierra Wrote:

[i]*Despite the warmth of the white cloth surrounding her body, she shivered. Part way through the battle she stopped seeing the world about her... Her eyes had rolled back, although nobody would notice.

She remained standing, her figure perfectly still.

::And then they appeared. Literally between the beats of a heart there they were. For a moment, the world seemed to slow to a crawl, colors bled away leaving nothing but stillness. In the moment between two heart beats, a meeting was to be held. Not one, not two, not one hundred, not two hundred. They're exact number was in the thousands, about 2 thousand.

Heaven or Hell is a large tournament, any celestial organization that is worth its souls, or any child thats has ever watched an anime, knows...when you have a big tournament with powerful fights, more often than not the crowd is put in danger by the sheer power of the fighters. If Heaven or Hell does not qualify as such a tournament then surely, no tournament on Gaia does. A Reaper Drone was assigned to each and every spectator currently in attendance and each of the fighters. During an actual battle that number doubles, just in case a strange attack makes the Reaper Drone itself unable to perform its duties.

As of right now a small army surrounded this ring. Each member of this army looked exactly like the other, and held a scythe almost identical to the one being manifested by The Devil.

Was it overkill? No. These Drones were not assigned with the mission of attacking or harming Ryugi in any way. They were called in to simply watch and make sure the battle goes unhindered. Such is not an interference in the fight, as they have no interaction with any of the fighters. The only individuals even able to identify them are other Reapers, those at the brink of death, and those they choose to reveal themselves too.

This figure, though its name was unknown, its intent was highly recognized. All spectators had been asked to leave. For this moment, she would be privy to what stood before. A small division of the main 2,000 surrounded her, exactly 500 units. When we say surrounded we do not mean in police formation, we mean the sort of surrounding you feel in a mall during X-mas shopping. It likely feel like there was more people in the air, than air. Each figure wore a hood covering all but the lower half of their face, they were of varying ages and breeds, but none said a word...save for one.

The final one to reveal itself, revealed itself armed, its scythe came into view not through motion but through materialize, the icy cold chill of its curved blade was highly noticable as it traced a curve in front of the figures neck.

Voices spoke, thought they came from one mouth, several voices spoke in unison. The lead voice seemed female, but cold...dead. It lacked all emotion, it stated fact. Wether it spoke to mortal or god, all were the same.::

It is not your time. But it can be...still your heroic heart...and listen.

::From behind her, the female Reaper leaned inwards, her lips spoke a whisper, into the nameless womans ear. And as her words ended...so did what would seem like a dream. Reality returned, or so it seemed. Everything was as it was, and as it seemed like it should have been. There was no visible scythes, or blacked cloaked peoples. No crowding, just another fight. Right?::

((PM incoming Sierra.))

((Reiyvian would heed what she was just told. I'm getting ready for class but I'll IC something later.

Oblivionic, are you trying to start a second fight? ^_^;; ))

((I'm indebted to you Sierra. Thank you so very much for that.

And if you're here, whomever, I believe she did the right thing for the right reasons.

Who is anyone to try and kill someone's character without their consent? Who has the right to take away something that someone has worked on for, in some cases, years, simply because they believe themselves to be so high and mighty to be able to do it? The answer to that, is no one. Actions such as those should be banned and punishable by banning from wherever it takes place. Actions such as Sierra's should be rewarded, and praised, not condemned as some are trying to do.

I would not hesitate to act or call someone on such malicious intent towards someone else's character even for a moment. I think such actions are wrong, morally as well as logically.

Pertaining to the fight, I don't care about winning or losing, all I want is to live. This is supposed to be a contest of skill, not someone's murdurous rampage. Death, I can deal with, utter annihilation pertaining to Role Playing and/or fighting however, is just plain wrong no matter WHO does it or for whatever reason, UNLESS the effected individual agrees to it. And I am NOT agreeing to it.

And that is my two cents.))

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

((Rant))

((Is that where you have to go when you cant face being in a situation you dont like? You try and run to the higher ups to fight your fight for you? Your rant basically equals out to you yelling "make him stop! make him stop!". Does someone ask for consent before they mug you on the street? Did you think any of the killers that walked this real life asked their victims for permission first, and got it? No. If someone angers and insults you to the point of hitting them, do you ask permission first? Are you trying to say that if you upset someones character that they should then ask permission before swinging on you? Grow up. Not even this world is an ultimate shelter where you can control and agree to every good and bad thing that happens to you, it never has been.

Stop trying to run away from the situation because you dont like it. You dont ask a car jacker to please stop, or find and appeal to his parents. RP Life has ALWAYS been that way. Why should it be any different for you? Sierra stopped her interuption, everything still stands.

Post. Make your decision, no one is going to make it for you. Your worried about what everyone thinks? Well, you've made enough noise to attract everyone, decide and see what they think. Stop playing the defenseless victim, and act. Its time to grow up.))

((I've said nothing on this, and proably shouldn't but in my idiocy I will.

It is true, often consent is sought for before a character is killed but that is part of this game, you make a character. Key word MAKE. There is no reality in these characters, if your characters moth is implade your mother won't wake up the next morning with a sword through her gut.

But maxi made a good point, can't jump out of situations you don't like. I agree with your point but his makes sense as well. This tournament is a fight not a spar. All out, no holds barred.

I didn't like having my arm cut off my leg cut off, and all of my limbs blown in various directions but I dealt with it. What makes roleplaying fun is trying to find adverse ways to avoid or void a situation you don't like. Creativity, I have heard this from you many many times. Work with the situation, if you die you can always start again. Not like the barrier of death in roleplaying hasn't been breached so many times it is nearly non-existant.))

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

I'm full of myself and better than everyone. So I can do as I please and ******** everyone else and their opinion. </superiority complex>

((Thats nice Sean, OOC you've quit match. Your character IC doesnt poof and return to some magical base. Havent you been watching the other fights? Have you seen the other teams dragging their wounded teamates off? You still havent changed anything, just tried to run away, again. The official match is over, thats great. You are now no longer protected by the tournament rules, this is another fight like any other in the fountain. Ryugi is doing what about the blades?

Funny, you think I want to ignore everyone elses opinion, when even your own teamate agrees with me. You dont see me putting down Silver's opinion, or Tenma's or even whoever posts next after this, and I garuntee someone will. Is it so hard just to make a choice without someone pointing out what to choose?))

Silver Moonblade Wrote:

((Just becuase I agree with you on some things, doesn't mean I won't call the match off IC and intervene.

At first I was waiting for this to be one of those "It was just a dream" things, but I know this is probably not the case.

I agree with your opinion, to a point, but I strongly disagree with the severity and methods.))

((Silver, read above. Ryugi already called the match. As far as the tournament is concerned, its done. Now you have a teamate that is a fraction of a second from being headless, but is not currently involved in any tournament match. I suggest you then read farther above, and take a look at my post in response to Sierra. ))

Silver Moonblade Wrote:

((You maniacle genius b*****d.))

((No, I'm not. I'm far from any of those with exception of b*****d. I just planned this out before I posted. ))

Maximos Wrote:

Ryugi's soul was locked in the physical plane, and there is exactly where it would stay. But who's to say the plane couldnt simply travel with him? The Devil wouldnt really bother with cracking the soul lock. If the soul didnt leave the dead body, it would simply become a zombie, an undead bound to a soul. Undeads are restricted by general Reaper codes...he would be hunted everywhere he walked. If it did leave its body, he was there to catch it.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Death, I can deal with, utter annihilation pertaining to Role Playing and/or fighting however, is just plain wrong no matter WHO does it or for whatever reason

(( Just to clarify... where did anyone say utter annihiliation?

I believe the specifically written intent was to take your soul with him, whether or not it was still in your body at the time. There was no mention of utter anihilation, only of death. And:

Temna Keigou Wrote:

I didn't like having my arm cut off my leg cut off, and all of my limbs blown in various directions but I dealt with it. What makes roleplaying fun is trying to find adverse ways to avoid or void a situation you don't like. Creativity, I have heard this from you many many times. Work with the situation, if you die you can always start again. Not like the barrier of death in roleplaying hasn't been breached so many times it is nearly non-existant.))

It's been said many times in many other places than here... death is not the end of fantasy. How many characters can you name have come back from the dead, just in Leviathan?

Reiko twice, Vahn twice, Kraun any number of times. Hell, we've even got undead characters running around here and abouts.

</rambling>

@ Silver: I wouldn't really say pwned by the reapers, probably more like restrained. Though you couldn't even see them right now anyways, so there's nothing ICly stopping you from trying to intervene. ))

((Your right Tenma, but Maxi ended his friendship with Ryugi a long time ago.

At that aspect, they're both wrong.))

Silver Moonblade Wrote:

((Just becuase I agree with you on some things, doesn't mean I won't call the match off IC and intervene.

At first I was waiting for this to be one of those "It was just a dream" things, but I know this is probably not the case.

I agree with your opinion, to a point, but I strongly disagree with the severity and methods.))

((i beleive we are all wrong.

PLease stick to the big picture. In order to proceed in the tournament, action must be taken.

Ryugi has forfieted. Someone NPC his character to forfiet. There is some kind of rule stating that a character can yell forfiet whenever he wants and not be harmed, right? The judges will HAVE to stop then, right?

it's dishonourable, it's cowardly...

...but seeing as how this fiasco is blowing out of hand, i dont see what else there is.

Either that, or Ryugi bites the big one. And we all know he doesnt wanna do that.

Lets get this over with. I dont want this holding up the tournament any longer, if at all.))

((I've been thinking about my last statement. What was said was said in anger and frustration. At the time, I was not in a logical state of mind. My emotions often have a way of getting the better of my sound judgement. While I do NOT like the aspect of Ryugi dying, being erased, etc. I still have a fight to participate in.

At the moment, I am not in a terribly life-threatening position. I may be soon, but right now I still have a chance of surviving. If it comes down to me dying, I can always forfeit. Knowing when enough is enough is not a sign of weakness. And so, for the time being, I retract my decision to forfeit the match, and will continue from where I left off.

I will take into account Sierra's post and Max's counter-post, and will ignore Oblivionic's attempt all together because it acted on actions that did not have a chance to happen.))

((This may be for naught. Even if you were dulled by anger, a forfiet is a forfiet. You cant forfeit, walk off, then come back an hour later saying you wanna go again. It's unfair for a lot of people.

Plus, i dont think Maxi will let you do this. Course, i'm probably wrong...but we'll see. Either way, just fight as much as you can.))

(( What I say now I say from the bottom of my heart:

Shut the ******** up.

No more OOC. Any arguments between Maxi and Ryugi can be done through PMs, and none of you really have any say in what goes on here unless you decide to enter ICly. At which you'll be forced to deal with thousands of supernatural soul harvesters before even being able to participate in the fight (as per Max's post).

Boys... have at it. I'm eager to see where this goes, because we can probably all agree that both of these RPers are far from talentless.

</OOC> ))

(( So... what... he's hanging there for a second or two while the scythe moves into position? ))

Among the crowd that had gathered, another one pushed his way through, up to the edge where the barriers were placed to keep the crowd at bay. He folded his arms on the edge of the barrier and leaned over it slightly, staring at the two combattants, the remaining members of their team, the interlopers, and the thousands of reaper drones hanging in the air.

Maximos Wrote:

Two motions were performed, first, the tail dropped Ryugi down again, just about inches, enough to place his head into the guilottine waiting for him.

((Two things.

Ryugi doesnt have to move himself into the blades, he's being brought to them. If he stays in place, that really isnt going to change anything.

Secondly, a kick? You realize Ryugi is in a sitting up position, upside down and with his back to the devil correct? At no time was Ryugi turned around, so to launch a kick at someone who is behind and below him, while in a sitting position in mid air. If that was possible Ryugi would be giving Mr. Fantastic a run for his money.

I believe an edit is in order.))

"C'mon you b*****d..." Meryl muttered, watching Ryugi fight for his very life.

((I couldn't help but think of a Jawa, sorry Max. XD ))

Well, that was ... odd. Ryugi had more pressing matters to attend to other than stare at the lack of a face on his opponent's part. The scythe pulled down, being pulled by the Devil's hands, and Ryugi pushed it foreward and away from his chest with the first jerk.

The second jerk was MUCH harder to deal with, but being clever can have it's advantages. Instead of simply staying in one place, Ryugi used his tough gloves to act as a buffer as he bent back, the scythe slipping down past his body, as it started to move, his hands moved to the side of the bladed weapon that faced his body and pushed it away from his body, the blade missing him. The Devil's force would make it much harder to try and change the direction of his already awkward weapon.

In the instant the blade passed him, he sat back up, and out of any harm that the Devil's arm blades might try and cause to him if he was still using them...

((8/17 - Edited))

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

((I couldn't help but think of a Jawa, sorry Max. XD ))

Well, that was ... odd. Ryugi had more pressing matters to attend to other than stare at the lack of a face on his opponent's part. The scythe pulled down, being pulled by the Devil's hands, and Ryugi pushed it foreward and away from his chest with the first jerk.

The second jerk was MUCH harder to deal with, but being clever can have it's advantages.

No my Lord I am currently handling an a--

::The voice spoke even as Ryugi did. It spoke outwardly as if speaking to some unseen voice Ryugi could not see, infact no one could see at the moment.::

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

Instead of simply staying in one place, Ryugi used his tough gloves to act as a buffer as he bent back

::Use because he was talking didnt mean he wasnt fighting. He was in the middle of an attack, but Ryugi could use kevlar gloves to buffer against a blade that cuts steel, why couldnt the Devil move his arm in the middle of his attack. Yes, Ryugi bent back, and immediately the right hand of his opponent was waiting as he reached straight vertical, waiting to catch the back of his neck. Normally, doing so would make it so that Ryugi was now stuck, he couldnt move further back in before the blade sliced him...but something was off. Namely the burning.

Where the Devil....well no, his costume was removed when the mask came of. Where Uriel, had his hand around the back of Ryugi's neck, was a sharp burning. This was not the type of burn you get from fire or acid, this would be most closely related to the feeling you might get if part of you was literally dying while still attached. Needless to say it was painful, it was called The Mark of the Reaper. And it really only took a split second of contact to come into being. But Uriel hung on for more than a second, the feeling would spread threating to choke off life to Ryugi's neck. And for a moment this symbol:

Would be visible on the back of Ryugi's neck. It would glow a faint black before fading away leaving a scar. This was not an average scar, it was infact more of a curse. It would not effect Ryugi's day to say life, but this one section of flesh...would remain scarred. No surgery, no regeneration, no healing spell would return live to that dead skin, life had been removed, that was the extent of the curse.::

Yes my Lord, as you wish.

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

The scythe slipping down past his body, as it started to move, his hands moved to the side of the bladed weapon that faced his body and pushed it away from his body, the blade missing him.---

::At which point came the spin. Uriels scythe stopped dead in his tracks. It would have been very easy for him after Ryugi bent back and upwards to swing the scythe at the small of his back giving him no-where to move...but he didnt. Conversely he could have even just slightly altered his curret pull so that it sliced at a bit higher angle, namely at Ryugi's pelvis...which didnt move yet somehow was defended. But did none of these things. Immediately the reaper whipped his body around like a top, this actually lifted strangely a foot or two off the ground. Of course this motion would force the victim attached to the tail to spin just once before being suddenly and wildly flung across the arena by pure centrifical force.

However he landed, whatever he planned to do to counter attack. Uriels reaction would be the same. With a shake of his arms, two armlets fell to the floor, each gauntlet was engraved with the letter M. They looked rather beaten and used. And he spoke.::

You've fought well...theres no more time for games other breaches demand my attention. Consider that mark a promise Eclipse, I will be back for your head.

::There was no emotion in his voice, no desire or abilitiy to lie. He meant what he said, as he only knew how to say what he meant. It would have taken a blink, a breath, a heartbeat, and he was gone only a few black feathers slowly drifting to the ground marked that he was ever there.::

((Its officially wednesday meaning the clock was officially run out, before I even posted this. Its up to the other judges to decide what the verdict is.))

Ryugi was a bit disoriented from that last throw. He had no idea what the hell had just happened, and he had no idea WHO the hell that creature was, or what it wanted. However, he DID know that the being had made a threat on his life, and promised to return. Eclipse? Ryugi wasn't Eclipse, he was Ryugi, wasn't he?

Then he remembered what the old monk had told him many, many years ago, the one thing that had sparked his quest for Ragnarok. Ryugi was the re-incarnated soul of Eclipse. But this raised some serious questions. What had Eclipse done to this being, or his lord, to offend him so much to warrant a desire for his death?

And breaches. Breaches in what? Contract perhaps? Had Eclipse had a contract with the being or his lord? This event had raised many questions in Ryugi's mind. But one thing was for sure, his life was in danger. Threatened by a being stronger and more powerful than any Ryugi had ever dealt with. Things only promised to get worse...

It was then that Ryugi was shaken from his thoughts by Meryl's voice, and the waving of her camera in front of his face. He shook his head to clear his vison and looked at the image on the device.

I can't say that I have... But it looks like a Reap--

Suddenly, something snapped into focus. The scythe, the cloak, the seemingly disembodied voice. It all came together. It was practically unfathomable. Ryugi had just done battle with a Reaper. A servant of the Gods and of the Underworld. Harvesting and carying the souls of the dead to their final resting plane.

The Adamant Dragons, and their religion, had found no real need for the Reapers, and had always carried out this process themselves, sometimes re-incarnating souls of those that had proven themselves worthy of it in life, and taking others in to the Council of the Adamants, the Dragon version of Heaven, or the Scourge of the Adamants, the Dragon equivilent to Hell. But if the Adamantist Religion had no use for Reapers, then why did one attempt to kill Ryugi? Questions... So many questions, and so few answers to be had...

Kraun Wrote:

((Time limit expired. Ryugi did not defeat the eliminator.)) ((I'm assuming that means I'm sitting the next match out, correct?))

((Also, take notice that although I did not defeat the eliminator, he did not defeat me. This essentially means that it should go to judging like any other match, should it not?))

Ryugi should've given up like... 20 posts ago.

Would've saved us a ton of time.