Bassken Lake

"I can't believe I'm driving this....thing."

The loud pounding rap music echoed through Bass'ken lake's area, a semi-truck hooked with a trailer was slowly rolling up on the grass outside of the lake, on the trailer, big red bold letters were painted onto it's side. Team 'Black in Action'.

Once the vehicle came to a halt, a door would swing open on the drivers side, a slender foot , and soon a female body would be standing next to the truck, t'was Ray who drove the large thing.

Inside Reiko would be on the passengers side.

And ontop of the vehicle, would be Dash, why? Ray didn't know, but thats how it was, they'd finally arrived. Team "Black in Action."

Yes, clamped to the top of the Semi's trailer would be Dash. He lay flat on his stomach with his hands clasp tightly over the small "grips" he had added up there. His eyes were covered with flight goggles and his mouth by a scarf. A scarf flowed behind him like a crimson banner in the wind as the vehicle pressed on into the cold.

HOOOOOYEAH!

THen the vehicle came to a stop. Dash's ride was over.

The man stood to his feet and leapt from his vantage point with a forward somersault. The snow sank beneath his boots once he landed firmly onto the ground.

"That was awesome!"

Dash, unlike Reiko, had come dressed for the inclimate weather. As he stood now, he wore a heavy woolen parka colored in an arctic camoflague pattern consisting of varying shades of grays and some white splotches. However, his pants, boots, and gaunthlets that peeked from beneath his coat bore tell tell signs that he didn't plan on wearing it for long.

They were colored with deep shades of red and didn't match the coat at all. And Dash ALWAYS matches, unless there's a good reason.

"Wooo, man! I hope you guys are as pumped up as I am!"

Dash chuckles at the joke then looks out towards the lake that would be their battleground.

"What a fine stage for our performance."

Dash grins then turns to head towards the rear of the semi's trailer. He had some things back there he needed to acquire, and he figured he'd get started now before his opponates showed up.

That is, assuming they do show up.

He promptly unlatches the rear hatch and swings the doors open before hopping up inside.

Dash rummages in the back of the truck, emiting a serious of metalic clangs and bangs, as well as some swears.

Thirty-two clangs, seven bangs and ten curses later, Dash leaps from the back of the trailer with a huge 20" speaker over his shoulder. He lets it to the ground with a thud and sighs.

"Couldn't we have hired someone to do this for us!?"

He doesn't await a reply, as he leaps back in to unload the rest of the sound equipment.

Reiko took the key out of the ignition and slowly slid out of the truck hugging himself tightly.

"You know .. you shouldn't play games with someone's heart."

He walked around the front of the truck and then sized Ray up with his eyes before throwing himself at her to cling against her,

"It's too cold!"

Reiko's response: "=("

[size=12]Ray yawned streching upwards, her eyes closing for a moment, she'd sit on the grass, streching out her legs, reaching with both hands to either feet, she'd strech until she found that she was comfertable with her body and bones.

Sighing she'd shake her head slowly, cracking all the joints in her body. they'd been waiting for some time now, and Ray was growing bored, one could tell after she'd start making snow angels in the snow.[/size]

Coordinates locked the Celestial took note of the information that was being eletronically decoded by the thing which he wore on his arm, some sort of match or something was to take place in, on, or about a lake of some sort. Whatever it was there would be nothing more than footsteps crunching in snow as he moved from the Leviathan to the Lake of Bass'Ken.

Though he knew not the name of this area he cared not for it held no real importance to him due to the overbearing fact that he was there to harm someone and get them to stay down. It was going to be somewhat difficult... perhaps. However chances were that it wasn't going to be all that hard to fight in this tournament, the opponents were but Lessers anyway and thus would probably have little effect on the being.

Black body appearing over the hill out from behind some shack which seemed to contain the energy signature of a Lesser, perhaps a fisherman's shack or something of that order, he shined and stood out among the snow in the darker but still present light from the sun. Clothing was but some sort of one piece suit, black, or perhaps he was naked and simply held no genetalia or any other 'hanging' parts due to them being utterly useless.

With a face that was without a doubt smoot as stone and no 'eyes' how he senses things was unknown; perhaps it was through the grid that he saw; it was obvious however that this was a combat mode since it removed all of the flesh and other weaker parts of his body in order to offer a higher challenge and prepare to excecute the enemies.

The being was sentient, however there were not 'systems' within seeing as he was an 'anomaly' organs and the like were useless; just bones and perhaps thin pointless viens which did nothing more than act as connectors for whatever uses he had in mind for them. Either way, this was the one, the Celestial who was acutually staging as Drake LeFroy.

Prepared to clash and looking about, scanning really, he sees a being and registers him as 'friend'. Mekryd Key. Still there was no reason to bother such a being as even though they were on the same team it might be a little unnerving to see a man with no face who had pretty much turned off a majority of his nerves. The temperature was something he could sense, it registered, however it would not hinder preformance.

Once could say he was an excellent machine, and finally his footsteps stopped at the edge of the frozen lake; there this one would wait for the enemy, and there would be the first to fall in this little tournament. That was the plan; two moves. One to bow, the other to win.

Eminating the brainwave equivalent of 'fear'; the people who would come around him would lose their contitution and faith if all went well; it wasn't really an attack, more like a preperation. The waves would either overpower and cause 'shock' which would freeze the opponent and make them simply not act, or it would at least cause dissonance with psionics users which would mess up and possibly completely negate the actual ability to cast spells or do anything that required mental concentration.

If anything, ensuring that you were not taken by surprise was everything, however the thing was sensing everything from all sides and recombining the data much quicker than a human could into bits and pieces of the surroundings. Finally it decided to get rid of the gender altogether mentally; it was not a 'he', it was simply an anomaly.

Clenching the right a movement of the air by contorting the waves which causes sound to be made was clarified and then rearranged into a pitch which was rather alto sounding and trasncribed the thought of the being into the physical world.

"It is time." That was it, and the left clenched as there was an increase in something, and then both released and the 'fear waves' dwindled away; it was finished with its territorial scan and now could take on and actually see the entire lake through the grid within its mind. Or whatever you called a mind for a thing with no brain; amazing anomaly it was, for it was far more intelligent.

Perhaps it was because it was made from the grid itself that it knew of these things and was aable to fight without such useless organs. Or perhaps it was the fact that he was without a doubt a Celestial. Then again, being a Prince of Probability and holding the title of the Second Throne of the Higher Celestials.

Taking note of Mekryd one more time, there was a nod in his general direction as it swiveled his head and then returned back towards the lake overlooking it. There was nothing more from the being, no movement, because there was no need quite yet. There was only one last truth which stood obvious.

It was time to rock.

Ray sat up from the snow, grinning from ear to ear, blinking she spotted two beings, tilting her head for a short moment she wondered who it was, but then she looked to her FIGHTER and smiled, clapping her hands happily.

Plopping onto the floor, she'd look back at Reiko pointing twoard the two.

"Their here! It's about time!"

Flinging herself onto her feet, she'd race over to her teamate.

"C''mon, lets go greet them, their here!" She bounced up and down happily as a child would eagerly awaiting it's gift.

"Another entity! Abort RLV."

The thought and action were simaltaneous. Back at 100% functioning he took this few moments to consider possible threats as the being was within his gridlike view. There was no name attached and so it was an unknown; female due to breasts and other genetalia. It appeared to not have anything protruding from its back, however, power levels were moderate and brain waves not intense.

She was dismissed as a spectator and not a threat at all.

"Nope only two...aww, I guess we'll have to wait for our victory then huh?"

The said turning toward Reiko once again, who seemed to be dieing of the cold, sighing, she'd try getting a little closer to identify the two face, would they be known or unknown?

Ray took another step forward and vanished quickly, the snow covering her quickly. One would think Ray had done some spell or ninja move, but in reality, her small body had been sucked in by the large mound of snow beneath her.

Once she dug herself out, she'd shake the snow from her and continue on walking toward the two.

"Haa, this is annoying."

Reiko hopped lightly up and down, looking back at Dash who was still setting up his equipment for theme music.

"Whatever"

He began taking leaping steps through the snow, stopping at a halfway point between where they originally showed up, and the opposing team did. Which, for whatever reason, happened to be in the middle of the frozen lake.

"woops."

He says as he slips in an arc and lands hard, cracking the ice slightly as though it was a gag out of tom and jerry.

"Oh this is perfect for break dancing."

Reiko stood up and then dropped into a spin on his lower back.

"Wheeee, there's no third member. No fight. Disqualification. A win for team Black in Action."

Mekryd pushed his bangs away from his forehead so he could rub his temples. Various vials hanging about his belt occasionally hit together as he moved towards the people. Though his arm and lowered face hid his mouth, his words were clear enough. "No, that would not work out like that. We simply cannot have a valid match until we have a third," he said. "There is no win, and no disqualification. There is not match until a third comes."

Dash must still be fooling around with his sound equipment.

Nevertheless. BIA still met its 3 person quota. One just wasn't in sight of the competitors. Heck, even the 18 year old who's narrating this story can backread or.. in this case.. think back and see that BIA is in full effect.

"Woop woop woop!"

So Reiko decided to woop it up.

"Woop woop woop!"

Reiko was having too much fun. It was the only way to warm up. So he had to keep on with the

"WOOP WOOP! PARTY OVER HERE! WOOP WOOP!"

Mekryd was sorely tempted to offer some hot drink to the man, but that would null an advantage they had. He simply sat down, near the bank of the lake, watching things as the passed.

Hehe... No no, they don't get it; its funny how they think they do. What I am measuring they simply do not understand... This should be a cinch. I shouldn't even have to work, to think, I'll let 'the monk' in me do its thing. I grow tired of strutting for I have beaten more than one person in all forms of combat; besides there is one truth:

The winner doesn't win by talking.

He moves to the other side of the lake, of course jumping from ice patch to ice patch, and awaits his third team member's mystical appeareance. If anything, he will lose by default, but that is the only way he will lose.

It was cold. Donald clinged tight to his insulated black shirt. It had a skeleton print on it. His 6' scythe was tied to his back. His tight white jeans offered some warmth, though they were very holey. THis wasnt a good sign. Donald wore a headband around his head, and it covered one eye. So his Eyepatch wouldent be visible.

Agony, the sword he took from the highest level of Drakes mind drapped loosely at his right side. He kept on walking. He heard loud music in the distance. It was rap music. Intresting choice. However, he only liked one rap band. NWA. He found their music contreversial, and he liked that kind of music.

And perhaps the music would provide rythm for them to fight too. Donald was good at that sometimes. Non the less, something had to be done.. And he smiled, as he took his small mp3 player out of his pocket. It had small speakers, but with the removal of his headphones..he could make it do tricks.

It played loud, a deafing boom of music amplified through it. "TONIGHT IM BURNING STAR FOUR." It screamed.

No, not Coheed. It wasnt appropriate for his entrance. Although, it might startle his opponets and allys. It was so loud they could hear as Donald akwardly cycled through the tracks..He felt like a noob. He finally found what he wanted, music matching his shirt. Misfits. He played the song "Astro Zombies"

As he approached his allys, and enemys. "Sorry to be late." He had forgotten his music was probally to loud for them to hear him..He cut it off. "Um..Sorry. I just wanted to be flash too.." He put the mp3 player back into his pocket. "Im Donald Tenebrae. Representing 'Team Malice'. I understand its up to me to make pairs..So. I'd like to pair myself with Drake, and pair up Seta and Mekryd. If my team is okay with this descison, we may start."

He smirked and placed his right hand on the scythe on his back, waiting for the right time to start. It was cold, and slippery. That means close quarters combat would be a sure fire way to win.

Sadly..There was the matter of match ups. Donald wanted to do it like a democracy, but he guessed he couldent. "Mekryd voluntered to be the alternate..but I dont see Seta...hmm." He was thinking outloud again. "Untill Seta shows, the matchs are as follows. Drake VS. Dashboard...Since Drake wanted the hardest match. I'll take the loud man.. And Mekryd or Seta can take the girl. Sound good?" If anyone, his team or his opponets had a complaint. He would change it. He was agreeable as long as he was fighting. He was however getting chilly. So he took a nerve duller. Something Kiddick got him hooked on. They were cigs that stopped your sense of pain. He took one, and put it between tightly pursed lips. He smiled and it lit itself.. He felt warmer already.

"WOOP WOO--"

Aw... it was time to start. WELL. Having fun can be done another day. Reiko circled his right leg clockwise over his left while turning his body slightly, then pushing off of it to put himself back on his feet.

Except.

"Oh nyuu!"

WHAM! Right on his face. Maybe this time he'd get up normally. And he did. Congratulations.

He began to punch and kick on the snow bank for two reasons.

1. Fighting with cold muscles and not being stretched / warmed was hard.

1. To prevent himself from eminating heat in order to prevent freezing.

The second was not as much of a threat as the first since during the fight, due to style, the cold might actually catch up with him. Already this one was planning for what was coming across as 'tough' perhaps. Maybe? Either way, knuckles cracked, kicks were thrown, punches made, and imaginary enemies dispatched by his combat style.

He stood off about 40' from Mr. Tenebrae.

Dashboard Wrote:

He nods. For some reason, Dash was being strangely... not obnoxious.

"Glad you made it, I really didn't want this setup to all go to waste."

Dash shot a breif smile at the man before him.

"Allright, here's how this is going down. The fight order for my team is Reiko, then myself, then Ray. Best two out of three, standard tournament rules. You may pick the matchups. Are these terms okay?"

Dash extends his right hand towards the man to seal the deal with a brisk handshake.

Donald shook the mans hand with a smile. "Traditional tournament rules apply. Ill fight Reiko."

He stepped back from Dash, so he could draw his scythe. It had a six foot long blackened oak shaft, and a 3 and a half foot long onyx blade.

He smirked and held it outward, holding it towards the end of the shaft. It was pointed towards Reiko, so his opponet could have the first move.

Donald smirked, and took the role of announcer.

HEAVEN OR HELL. ROUND ONE.

Donald VS. Reiko.

LETS ROCK

*Dash smiles and gives a slight nod to his opponant.

Can't wait...

He turns and takes his leave. As he walks by Reiko, he pauses just long enough to say under his breath:

"Show'em what you got, champ."

That was when he hit the button to the remote held in his left hand.

BOOM!

There was an explosion of bass and a hiss of hydraulics. The entire left side panel of the semi's trailer buckled out and folded upwards, revealing the very creation Dash had been laboring so hard over: A bitching sound system.

The amps were fired, causing the massive subwoofers to vibrate and the rows of 20" speakers to spew forth what would seem to team BIA as "audio perfection".

Yes, they had brought their own combat music, proving that Bass'ken Lake, was not named in vain.

It was time to Rock, and rock they would.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

"Oh we're fighting?"

Reiko put his hands in front of his torso and started walking towards Donald.

(( 1/17 ))

Since the enemy was closing in on Donald, he swung his scythe upwards from his enemys right hip towards his left shoulder. He hoped he would dodge, or this wouldent be very instresting. The enemy had put himself in perfect range by walking towards Donald.

Donald spread his left foot back from his right and sort of leaned so he could get some vantage when he swung. And put more force into his swing. (1/17)

Dash, having now reached the edge of the lake, takes close visilage over the fight.

Reiko, I hope you know what the hell you're doing...

Was Dash worried about Reiko? Of course not, he knew the man could handle himself. However, he knew nothing of his opponants outside of how they looked. He was confident, sure, but he wouldn't allow himself to underestimate them by any degree.

The music behind him rages on, providing the proper ambience for their location. No specific song was playing in particular. The bass beats were heavy and there were light instrumentals. The overall tempo was slow as the battle had just emerged into its infancy.

Mekryd stood off, backing down. His match would be last, to allow time for Seta to show up, or so he understood. That worked well enough for him. He took this time to sit down and just watch the other opponents. Mekryd didn't seem to carry any weapons on him. With his control of magick, constantly absorbing energy, he would not seem to have any aura. Perhaps a bit of an odd, backwards flow, but no energy coming -from- him.

"Yay!"

Ray now stood on the other side of the Semi-truck, jumping from side to side cheerfully, shouting 'good lucks' and 'Do your best' to both team fighters, everytime her feet lifted off the ground snow would be picked up getting sent behind her into a slowly buliding mound of snow.

Once the fighting had gone underway, she'd plop down onto the snow watching with wide open eyes, her hair covered in the flakes of snow that fell from Bass'ken's sky.

Although what she wore seem ludacris with the weather, she felt nocold, had her body grown numb already? No, she was jumping around and shouting to much for it to even be looked at as cold.

Whileing watching, she'd reach for both feet streching out her body while cracking her bones in unison.

Getting back onto her feet, she'd stand straight and lean back without any help of her hands, until her head touched the snow'd ground. Once it had, she'd do a quick hand-stand, pushing herself back onto her feet.

Turning in the snow quickly, a smile on her face, she'd run back into the semi-truck and pull out a cover placing it on the ground, she'd sit on it, and watch tapping her feet together.

She was eagarly awaiting her time to fight, she'd put what she'd leared in Lu-bu with Sieg, to the test. But for now, she'd simply be a spectator of Reiko's and Donald fight.

THE GOGGLES! THEY DO NOTHING!

Snortchucklesnarl. Unsane: 1, Punksters: 0. The elemental went back inside and enjoyed himself some fine nookie with his vampire girlfriend.

<3

Dash, growing impatient with the fight going on at the center of the Arena, decided to progress things abit on his own. The lake was most certainly large enough for more than one fight to take place. So, he stands, unzipping his parka and casting it aside along with his scarf.

What now stood was a man clad in dark crimson body armor, that molded to conform with his very physique. It covers his upper torso, with a "collar" that rose to shield his neck. On his wrists were a pair of bracers which ran into the gaunthlets over his hands. There were shin guards, elbow pads, and knee pads visible as well.

Dash rolled his neck and bounced about, getting himself loose and ready for his opponant who await him from across the lake.

He would then advance onto the floating platforms of ice, moving about from plank to plank until settling on one massive sheet that fit his liking. It was here he would wait.

He reaches up to remove his goggles from across his eyes to a dormant position at the top of his head.

He had no visible weapons on his person save for a pair of obsidian colored nunchucks that rest in a holster located at the small of his back.

Ray blinked, watching Reiko, and then Dash move onto the Ice, tilting her head, she'd sit on the cover with her feet still hitting each other, leaned back on her hands, she wondered why was Dash moving toward the center, but then it snapped, a small smirk forming over her tanned face.

A small giggel formed in her throat, a sniff for her running nose, she'd stand up and walk to the front of the semi truck, then around it, opening the drivers side, stepping in, and closing the door, her hand flowing toward the igintion key. She'd turn it, and cover her ears as loud rap music blasted , shaking the trailer's side.

Sighing, she knew not how to turn it off, so she let it play continously. While turning on the heater to keep her warm for a moment, stepping out of the car she sighed ,dropping to her backside again, the falling snow would cover her completely after a while.

The being did tense up, however, it was not as obvious as one would expect; with that, it moved calmly in a walk forward. His opponent rushing there seemed to be nothing but the being's right and left hands moving up to his side and pointing towards his opponent with elbows bent at 145 degrees.

Nothing in particular the fingers were bent ever so slightly as the movement was made. For some reason it was anticipated this way, as if this was planned out long before it even began...

[1]

Close enough.

-Skkkirt!-

Dash ceased his forward movement, the action causing him to slide forward a few inches due to the low traction of the ice. To counter this, Dash bent his knees slightly, lowering his center of gravity and maintaining balance.

His weight shifts to his left and he uses it to restart his movement, only this time to head towards the right, perpendicular to his foe. Another crack forms where he would change directions.

His tensed right arm would being to emit feint ribbons of green energy.

((2))

Calculations would run through the mind of the being as he took what he knew of hte area and the physics of this world and placed them into his palm. Essentially there would be a new technique tried out a little later if this battle carried on that far; however there was a good chance that he could do this in multiple ways, the first of which he would quickly try.

Absolute markers and points would appear on the grid seemingly glowing with such intensity that they were not mistakeable; these were the perfect places to begin setting up the first of the traps. These points just under the ice where Dash would land as well as around him for a few feet would allows the moving man almost no time for the surprise awaiting him.

Celestial Bombs.

Common and usually a deadly manuveur the places where they were to be set were focused on simaltaneously and energies wre brought to bear from the beings very mind. Due to the rule the actual bobms weren't strong and actually low energy as it was but now were virtually unnaffecting. Seven were set, six at equal distance about three feet around the opponent's current position and one right under his left foot whilst it was strafing.

The moment they were brought in they exploded in harmony thus causing a hole in the ice where the opponent would fall in hopefully; of coruse since they exploded upon appearance they wouldn't be noticeable or 'detectable', and since the man didn't need to eminate or release anything there would be no 'increase' in his energy or actions. He didn't move except to turn towards his opponent with his hands in the same position. He'd be standing on water, however as a monk long ago, he mastered his connection with nature.

Effects:

Possibly there would be burns, the man might fall in thus inducings possible sudden shock ( if the water is that cold ) and definite confusion. Eardrums might rupture due to explosions. Ice chunks might harm opponent with scratches.

Effects and Drake:

Ice would be deflected by his skin, immunity to his own energies would prevent burns as well as the fact that he does not burn easily.

[2]

"You need him alive."

As insane as it would seem he would stand on the ice which he just formed however his mind was still focused on the body of the opponent that he could see without eyes. He expected an attack from either under the water or around him suddenly and likewise got prepared. However, his opponent would float if he passed out, and wouldn't drown right off if he did. So vital signs were being checked at all times just incase he needed to rescue him.

After all, the objective was not to kill him.

Still, there was another attack, another manuveur; the air would be the next target. Mental demagnification of the particle's movements as well as the barometric pressure would begin to lower the temperature of the atmosphere around Dash and Drake. The other fights over on some ice sheet more than a couple meters off the ten meter area of effect would indeed begin to fill with cold dry air.

Effects:

Harder to breathe as well as hypothermia and other effects becoming more probable; also, ice effects will have a much easier time being activated while fire effects would be much harder to keep around. The air is too cold for oxygen to feed fire well. Passing out from the temperature and lack of breathable air is highly probable after vigorus activity.

Drake:

He does not breathe, however, the temperature will catch up with him in time. Being sentient, while he cannot feel it, it still affects him should he not stay warm. He still has a higher resistance to temperature though.

[3]

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

As the final punch barely slid past him, he spun the scythe in his hands, and used it to push against his opponet, using the icy surface to cause himself to gracefully slide backwards away from his enemy, and would probally cause his enemy to fall over since he was throwing a punch hard. Well the end stance of the punch would be wide when he finished. That was the sidestep just barely dodged after all. So Reiko barely felt being pushed against, and he only slid back a little.

Nevertheless Reiko walked forward at Donald once more. Anticipating another swing from the scythe.

(( 3/17 ))

(3/17)

Time for this fight ot get heated. Donald stepped forward, and smiled. He brought his right automail hand hard at his enemy, the still spinning scythe would colide with his enemys chest, cracking his armor in two. His enemy might not know his right arm was automail yet though, so Donald would keep him guessing. Since the blade of the scythe was three and a half feet long, it would cut his enemys chest. But it wouldent embed itself because Donald was holding it a percilur non lethal way.

Again, Donald would use the momentum to sort of skid off..like a iceskater away from his opponet. He would stop about five feet away. Which would be conveinant, since his scythe was six feet long.

His red hair was falling in his eyes, but not enough to deterr his fighting. His opponet had proved to be worthy so far. Except he kept walking into attacks, if he ran, or something..it would be more of a challenge.

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Donald stepped forward, and smiled. He brought his right automail hand... -SKISSSSS-

Reiko's left foot pressed against the ice, cracking it slightly right before he shot off under the coming attack, leaving a trail of icy mist behind him as he zoomed at Donald, propelled by the ki he released out of his foot, which was what caused the ice to crack in the first place.

He didn't have to run. By the time his legs would start moving in that way anyway he'd already be too close to Donald because of the ice sliding him as well. That's how fast he was going.

But onto the point of this. As he would zoom straight into Donald, his right fist would rotate from in front of his torso as if he was opening a lid from the top, "back" into the center of Donald's body.

Now, whether or not he took the hit to the torso/stomach area wasn't important. Because whatever Reiko came in contact with, he'd release "blast force" from his fist upon impact to send it and Donald flying back.

(( 4/17 ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Donald stepped forward, and smiled. He brought his right automail hand... -SKISSSSS-

Reiko's left foot pressed against the ice, cracking it slightly right before he shot off under the coming attack, leaving a trail of icy mist behind him as he zoomed at Donald, propelled by the ki he released out of his foot, which was what caused the ice to crack in the first place.

He didn't have to run. By the time his legs would start moving in that way anyway he'd already be too close to Donald because of the ice sliding him as well. That's how fast he was going.

But onto the point of this. As he would zoom straight into Donald, his right fist would rotate from in front of his torso as if he was opening a lid from the top, "back" into the center of Donald's body.

Now, whether or not he took the hit to the torso/stomach area wasn't important. Because whatever Reiko came in contact with, he'd release "blast force" from his fist upon impact to send it and Donald flying back.

(( 4/17 ))

Donald had other plans. He threw the scythe as he saw his enemy sprind forward. The handle might have clipped him on the stomach, but it might have just cleared him. Since that was the intention, Donald still had his left hand free, and was still sliding on the ice. He grabbed his enemy by the hoodie, just as the scythe would return like a boomerang. It wouldent kill his enemy, but the blade should lodge in his enemys left shoulder. Donald was then hit by the blast punch, but Donalds hand just wouldent let go.

They would both go sliding on the icy floor, towards the lake. Where they had the danger of the ice cracking. But Donald had a plan. They were approaching a pillar. If his plan had worked, he could most likely perform a finisher.

"******** brillant." He said threw clenched teeth. He had most likely cracked a rib, but thanks to the pain nuller he had smoked, he woudlent know that till later.

Infact, he might have cracked a few. He tookt eh hit dirrectly to his chest. He smiled. This match was everything he wanted and then some.

(4/17)

Ray stood on her toes, waving toward her soon enemy, a smile on her young face. She'd seen him before, she didn't know his name, but she seen him from her dojo many times before.

With her smile bright, she'd turn to face the fight, where did Dash go? She wondered, and had Reiko won, had Donald?

Blinking, she'd walk closer to the ice, her look changed in just a few minutes in the semi-truck.

Streching, she'd continue to walk toward the ice, while warming her body at the same time her eyes on the fight that had gone underway.

[ Current Conditions ]

• Dry Air - Creatures with saliva would have a burning throat since it is not only a fluid, but it is freezing and causes skin irritation along with the actual air's temperature itself.

Headache - Dash was, unless he didn't swim with his arms and created some sort of absolute seal in which water couldn't get under, wet in the face. This would bring about headache as he dashed through the air.

The Temperature - moving around still causes the wind he generates to hit the water and make it freeze faster; even if he was warm on the inside, his face would still most likely not be comfortable.

The Goggles - I was wrong, he can see, though there is frost forming on his eyelids and possibly his eye lashes. The temperature is 'colder' than it was originally, which for water to freeze would be below zero on the celcius scale, or 32 on farenheit. Due to the size of the lake, it is safe to assume that the temperature was already well below zero to create something of this size. To that end, the air is much colder, easily -30 celsius, the throat burning should really be in effect now.

Air - Its thin, terribly thin actually since it would normally not be comfortable to breathe under such conditions for even a trained person. That and unless he trained under these conditions he would probably be lacking in the ability to compensate for the sudden change of temperature and breathe normally. This pairs with your 'jumping around' and the fact that you are taking this air as your source. Atop this you are expending energies gathering, thus you are only working harder; your body heat would most likely not effect the coldness of the air to the lungs seeing as it is too short of a distance from your mouth to your trachea.

Natural reactions - Your nose, it would begin to drizzle with mucus in an attempt to keep it from getting dry; if it is dry it hurts to breathe through it anyway thus adding the idea that you would be taking the air in through your mouth; still there is mucus in your throat which would also cause a painful sensation and naturally you would attempt to stop such pain in the course of things; suggesting less activity. Since you claim to be going at 'full force' ( last post about the energy around your arm ) there is a good chance that you will become exhausted much faster.

End - I guess I have to let it go huh? Poo, this only makes it slightly harder for me eh?

Drake took in the movements of the opponent, however there was little to do but stand and prepare himself as well as make a counter of his own; that was everything at the moment, awaiting, and he did not move expecting something from the back or the side. More than surprised at the 'ability' of the young man to keep this up was amazing, however Drake had to move.

He began to bounce in place with his knees less bent ( about 75 degrees ) from one foot to the other; the ice cracked, however the points of pressure being applied were small enough for nothing to come of it; still, there was that crack, and that would indeed help Drake later on. Meanwhile the being kept an eye on his little opponent instead of just ending this quickly for the counter attack would be ready indefinitely.

[5]

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Since that was the intention, Donald still had his left hand free, and was still sliding on the ice. He grabbed his enemy by the hoodie... Resistance..

-Kraak!-

When Donald started the pulling, Reiko immediatly cracked ice with the right foot, another acceleration. This enabled him to put his left foot forward and as he scooped between Donald's legs with his left hand and grabbed.. SOMETHING on Donald with his right hand then started....

-Kraak!-

That was number two which came as soon as his left foot touched ice after coming forward, except it touched down sideways, accelerating back the other way. Creating power for the scoop lift to bring Donald almost overhead.

About this time, the Scythe would be coming back, cause it'd have to be thrown a significant distance to enter a boomerang like arc and return, cause Reiko did this in almost two seconds. You'd think that Donald would be held up like a sacrifice... but no, because Reiko knew nothing of it. Instead, he completed the plan to slam Donald on the ice, his body squatting slightly. The scythe, whrirring past ripping his hoodie on the left sleeve. Hadn't gone deep enough to the armor yet.

(( 5/10 ))

Luckily, having been in many barfights, Donald expected this. He knew his enemy would counter, he was a seasoned fighter. And though Donald was out of practice, he had a idea. He covered his left hand in shadowflame. It ingnited instantly. He swung with his right Automail hand at his enemys head as he was going down, which should knock him out if it hit. And with the left hand, he brought it up for a incinerating palm strike at his enemys exposed chest after he had been lowered a bit. The shadowfire would go through the armor like a hot knife through butter.

As the scythe flew uselessly across the arena, sticking itself in the snow. He was aiming for exposed areas, so it was almost sure to hit. And Donald would surely be slammed, but he wouldent go under, and that was what counted.

But, he would risk cracking another limb. If he hit his enemy though, it would slow the attacks down.

Dash was indeed beginning to feel the effects of the climate around him. His breath was becoming raggid and painful, throat burned, and he was starting to form a slight headache. But Dash endured. His adrenaline surged, as well as his spirit. He would go on, although his condition would only degrade before the time he was "ready". And now wasn't that time.

Dash continued running along his current trajectory towards the edge of the sheet of ice he were standing on. He lept off, adding another crack to the ice and decending on his next target, another drifting ice sheet, although much smaller than the one he was previously on. His goal would be to move out of the 10 meter AOE of the attack, which wasn't that difficult. He put about 50 feet between them and turned, coughing abit and attempting to catch his breath. His right arm still pulsed brightly as he held it steady at his side. He watches his opponant now, waiting.

((6))

Dashboard Wrote:

Dash was indeed beginning to feel the effects of the climate around him. His breath was becoming raggid and painful, throat burned, and he was starting to form a slight headache. But Dash endured. His adrenaline surged, as well as his spirit. He would go on, although his condition would only degrade before the time he was "ready". And now wasn't that time.

Dash continued running along his current trajectory towards the edge of the sheet of ice he were standing on. He lept off, adding another crack to the ice and decending on his next target, another drifting ice sheet, although much smaller than the one he was previously on....

((6))

Targetted was the new sheet as the coordinates and trajectories were taken into accord and a plan was made to immediately end this and move quickly towards victory. He was still moving, and he was warm enough to keep active; focusing on the actual sheet of ice he forced it to flip vertically away from his opponent.

His footfall was now a wall.

He would either slide off after hitting it, break through it and cause himself some pain, or land on it but, due to thinness, it would break under his weight and he would lose balance; thus either way the chance that he would be getting wet once more was great. This was again to be used.

If he went into the water, due to the mind's charging before hand the water around his area was being take into his power; nothing would happen yet, however, the water would appear to be frosting and freezing slowly. No sheet formed yet, however, the bonds were beginning to become obvious...

[6]

[ Edited: "He would balance" to "He would lose balance" if editing is not allowed, then, oh well. He gets to use my wording against me. ]

Ray blinked, watching closely, watching both opponents movement, she'd keep her eyes on them, her hands tenseing around her legs, she never shook of cold, nor did her lungs hurt from the thin air that circled around her.

She was walking around the semi-truck, rolling a ball of snow, leaning into the push as it got bigger and bigger, she'd soon stop, and start on a newer ball, all while watching the fight.

Once the second bacll got bigger, she'd pick it up and place it ontop of the first, looking around, she'd find a branch, snap it in half, and place it as the arms on the snowman, stones for his eyes, and a bending wire for his mouth.

She'd make tiny balls of snow and place them atop of another, until she had a fort, infront of the snow, she'd take a branch and place it behind her since it was rather heavy, she'd walk in circles and loops.

Until the name "Black in Action" was spelled out in the snow.

She'd walk back to her snow man and snowballs, a bucket of water next to her, the water would serv to make the snowballs hard as ice, if thrown they'd surly be painful.

"sniff"

she'd look up, toward the four fighters, her eyes open.

"Enough."

Effort.

Fianlly there would actually be jsut a bit of energy being put forth as calculations were solidified and he took in his opponents surroundings; perfect, he was on an island, this of course would allow for the manuever preformed to work almost immediately and without and kind of real complications. Using more of his little Celestial bombs he blew all the ice surrounding the platform that his opponent was on for a good thirty feet. This was occuring as his opponent was smacking into the block of ice that he was just getting to flip.

Now with zero options for 30' it was time to enact his plan and begin the walls; connecting to the water using ancient techiques of spiritual Shing Ju Nan he spoke to the 'Water Spirits' and made the walls about twelve feet high. The immediate rush of water about 28' out away from his opponent in a circle around his position which allowed for the opponent to be the center of this cylinder, was almost instantly followed by the freezing of it.

Then the roof top, water would seem to 'crawl' inwardly as it hardened and thickened about the man and his little island. The idea was simple, make it too cold for him to stay conscious. His vitals were being calculated as the Forces which were known as "Spirits" to Lessers continued these movements and actions. However, the top of this wall was made to curve inward, and away from the edge about seven inches were walls which ended with tiny sharp needles two inches long. This was to keep his opponent in.

Of course, Dash would be on his feet by now, but the energy from his arm was more than anticipated and he was still a good ways away ( 40~50 feet? ) the ice prison would finish this aggitating battle. It did take take energy to speak to, control, and then freeze the water; however with the help of those who kept the water, The Spirits, this was made so much easier than it would have been if it was just pure psionics.

Its creation was quick, much less than a minute but over twenty seconds starting while his opponent was dealing with the his own little island. That and he would have to stabalize from the blasts of water and the rocking of his miniature island.

Then, then the air, oh the barometric pressure would drop to zero; dry hard to breath air, and with it, the temperature dropped double-so. Assuming it was at least -30, it would become -60 or drop even more. This was the air that was within the prison which his opponent should be in.

Recovering wouldn't take too long, however, it did make the man hot, sweat even as the ice below his feet melted from the energy he expelled and he stood on the water once more. He was upset, there was no close quarters, however his opponent had chosen his own fate, and thus he would down eventually or 'burst out' of his little shell.

The Prison:

• The walls are more than twenty two feet high; they are solid and built into the ground like columns, so swimming under isn't possible. However, due to the depth of the lake not being specified, accurate description was not possible. Twenty feet out of the water into the air, and then add that to the distance from the surface to the ground. [ X + 22 = H ]

The walls are thick, due to their being 28 feet, it would be safe to assume that they are two feet away, and towards, the center which would equate four foot thickness. Thats very thick.

The top of the prison is but 3 foot thick, the spikes depeicted stick out horizontally and are but a few millimeters apart making it difficult to climb and not harm youself. Of course they are sharp and they again start about 7 inches ( which is alot I know ) away from the end and are 2 inches long thus leaving a 5 inch slick highly difficult to grasp slope.

It is considered a magical prison since "spirits" were used in the creations, thus the 150% rule does take place. Exchange of energy for ' casting' is considered legitimate. Also, it will not 'melt and burn' like regular ice and the speed of the formation was expedited by the fact that it formed 1.5x faster than normal.

The inside and underside are smooth, there are no 'rough edges' along the walls. Also, the temperature is being transformed and the water within the prison stays liquid.

The Temperature:

Refer to aforementiond effects | Add:

• Breathing is much more difficult.

The air definitely burns.

Hypothermia, regardless of outfit, is still highly possible.

Shock is definitely a possiblity.

The temperature change is sudden.

This is not considered a magical effect.

It is -60 or below.

Drake: Nothing to report besides he is slightly tired. Endurance has dropped however alertness is still high.

Note: This attack is considered an interrupt and started within the moment you slammed into the ice. Thus, by the time you got the thing to flip the walls would have been up.

[7]

Ray's head would pop out of the fort like a mole's on it's first day out between winters, and springs. Blinking, she'd spot Dash in the air, her eye brows cocked.

Yawning, she'd wait for her turn, while turning bottom's up, and sigging back into her fort, by now, Ray had gotten used to the cold, in her constant moving about.

She'd watch the fight from a hole in the fort, every now and again she'd pop her head out, cheering for her teammates, and grunting every time an attack was countered.

the front of her fort would soon cave in from Ray leaning on it, and Ray would fall out, the pile of snow falling onto her. Wriggeling out of it, she'd grinned almost embaressed and sit, legs crossed due to the fact she was wearing a skirt.

A chimpmunk had found it's way next to her, crawling ontop of her head. Giggeling, Ray grabed a piece of paper and a marker, wrote on it, and handed it to the chipmunk, who read it, and held it up, running back and fourth on her head, what did the sign say?

"BIA"

Ray herself held up one, cheering aloud to her team mates.

Dash's gaze shifted from the anomaly standing on the sheet of ice to the condition of the ice itself.

Here goes...

Dash's actions througout the fight were not done without reason. Earlier on he noted the creature's appearance and came to the conclusion that close in, hand to hand combat wouldn't fair too well. Unfortunately for Dash, he hadn't anticipated the full extent of his opponant's "other" abilities.

He continued as best he could, moving about his battlefield, making various cracks in the ice here and there during his seemingly random and somewhat cowardly actions while conserving his energy:

for one attack.

It was now time to throw the dice. He would set his plan into motion.

He approached his target, which may have appeared to be Drake himself.

It wasn't.

Dash then took a deep breath. His aim was not at Drake, but the area behind him. That area would be the center of the Ice sheet, and his point of impact.

-BOOM-

As his attack collides with the ice, he would move thorough it, delaying the full energy release of the attack until he actually struck the water beneath. The sudden force caused deep cracks to form along the ice, segmenting into pie-like sections.

For a good portion of the fight, Dash would make cracks along the ice in preplanned areas during his excessive footwork. Locations he choose carefully before the fight actually began. These cracks would serve as guides for the major cracks now forming, seperating the Ice in a way that should one apply a great force to the center, it would all fold inwards, threatening to consume those who happened to be on the sheet of ice.

Anyhow, as Dash propelled himself downwards, the act of releasing his energy would form a barrier around himself, which would push the water downwards beneath it, leaving a gaping void above that needed to be filled. The volume of water above Dash would sink in, pulling the plates of ice above with him. The effect would be similar to trying to suck a shattered dinner plate down a drain.

Once the plates all converged in the center, they would smash together like a clamp. The volume of water previously forced downwards would would spread and then jut upwards from the surface of the lake itself, creating 15 foot tall pillars that would also come crashing down.

Underwater, Dash would begin movingaway from his impact zone after traveling straight down for about 20 feet. He darted back towards the surface, clearing the attack area as swiftly as he possibly could. The barrier his attack had created was rapidly losing energy as it was now being divoted to keeping the water pressure from crushing him as it enclosed.

((9))

"..."

He stood upon the water once more looking somewhat unphased by his opponents actions; somehow he had again outsmarted and outdone the man who was the opposing enemy. Wet, but, still not faltering, there would be the emination from him which would allow him to warm up and the water under his feet would bubble. He would be standing about 8 meters away from the point of impact..

How he survived was simple; he was standing upon the water, liquid water of course, and just as he controlled his ability to stand on it he also controlled his ability to let himself go through; a quick 'stomp' before Dash came was in order to simply allow himself entry into the ice depths. Keeping his appendages at his sides before his opponent even came into contact with the area behind him, he would be hiding beneath the waves and literally swimming deeper to the point of about 30'.

Waiting in his pitch black nightmare, senses would go crazy and pressures would begin to acutally be felt; then again not being human this was nowhere near his threshhold and thus it was just a twinge, perhaps a barely recognizable sensation. However, he didn't see through his opponents plan at all and thus was somewhat amazed at his miscalculations.

The ice above, it was noticed and a 'warning' flag went up in his head. The idea was to actually let Dash crush hismelf in the ice, however, since he had targetted the ice in the first place and whilst Drake lay underwater, he would indeed be unnaffected by the brunt, as well as most of the after effects of the attack.

Then something became obvious. Dash had gone under the water; he was wet... And deep enough down for Drake to attempt to knock out; however this would be somewhat difficult but possible. Sind Drake had shot down in the water straight, he would technically be at the 'focal point' of the attack of the above attack, or, about 6 feet within the initial area of contact from above, however his 30' decent changed all of that.

Swimming was all that was neccessary, however, now as the prime oppurtunity to strike with his opponent being 10 feet above and the ice mroe than slowed by the very resistance and friction from the water itself causing the inertia of the ice and definitely its harmful potentials to be little to nothing. More than he could stand indefinitely. His original plan had indeed worked, sort of, however this complication would work towards his own benefit.

The Grid once more summoned as that is what he 'sensed' through there would be the water around his foe, and with it plenty of eletrons awaiting his commands; spinning and varying in number, skipping around and the like behaving normally, the clouds would be take nand for a moment there would be a seperation of the positive and negative molecules ( The atoms were not split, I am changing the arrangement of the eletrons by 'sharing' them and then giving one atom a positive charge whilst the other gets a negative. ) as eletrons moved from one H2O molecule to another.

Two hemispheres around his opponent, the top being of positively charged molecules ( possibly some ions in there ) and the bottom of negatively charged particles ( again, possible ionic properties due to influx and speed of this occurance ) would begin to do what they naturally did; cause static shock. Eletrons 'jumping' in the form of eletricity would shock unprotected skin repeatedly as the small 'bubble' was maintained by the ebing until vital signs told of unconsciousness. From there on there would be no more violent reactions.

Sparks in the water, which would rush around in its own element, became quite apparent as they could actually be seen lighting up the surface and with that Drake actually swam away, hence the twenty four feet distance from where his opponent should be. This actual actions took place when his opponent was at a depth of twelve feet, or that is wher ethe shocks would begin.

"..." Standing upon liquid water once more there would be nothing as vitals were read; if his opponent passed out he would dive in and get him or raise him telekinetically; the shocks could be quite strong, however with that wetsuit the chances of them being deadly was very slim. That and Drake still controlled the power of the shocks, transferring the energy into something else such as the outside of the bubble or making it dissipate completely.

There was no fear of death, however unconsciousness was highly probably if any of him was exposed, burns also highly likely, and unless his 'aura' or 'shield' ( if it had a shileding effect in the first place ) was 'up' when he arose to the top, he would be out cold and hopefully float to the surface. Then again, signs and maps were taken of the surrounding area checking for anomalies; he wouldn't be caught off guard though now he was cold.

Focusing and using his mind to control the inner body forces he allowed the energies ( eletrical in nature ) from the mind to other parts actually causing him to crackle a bit again. That would be the emination mentioned before. However with nothing to fight on, his opponent was actually somewhat in a predicament... There was no more ice.

[9]

Distance form the Impact when it occured.

Traingular distance: 6' by 30'

a^2 + b^2 = C^2

Plug in.

6^2 ( 6 x 6 ) = 36

30^2 ( 30 x 30 ) = 900

Approximated Distance = The Square Root of 936 which is: 30.59411708155667089801693446541367

Due to Lack of Proofs there is no way to describe nor compute how effective the actual 'vortex' of water would be since the size of the actual ice sheet was not stated. The actual amount of ice was also undone by the 'bombs' set earlier within the sheet itself thus effecting effectiveness of this attack as a whole since there is a whole within which could cause definite complications for the force and 'adhesiveness' of the ice on a whole.

Seeing as it was 'thin' ( assuming you did not put tons of force upon it to crack it ) and less than two feet thick it is safe to say also that most of the ice would have broken off and flown everywhere before actually 'coming together' and causing the desired effect. Broken in most areas plus the 'speed' and 'force' of the impact would indeed simply punch a whole through the ice will little more effect. Still, even so, you just got shocked...

Sucka.

[ Considers his aura... ]

"... Very well."

Hand would come together and multiple things would happen; the high being would woule cast three spells at once, and all of them would come to pass within the next minute; seeing as he was standing on the water with an exhausted opponent he figured it would be safe to cast these spells without any real interferance. Of course, it would be for the very puropse of facing his opponent off the way it was to be.

The original design.

He had targetted himself and the opponent when he cast two sets of "Rejuvination" which would recover their strength to about 80% of the original hands down as well as take care of temperature and other effects which would be a problem. In other words, it was the 'reset button' of the match. Of course he could 'fight off the effects' since he was targetted, and he didn't know what the blue glow around his body would mean, but fighting tired opponents was never Drake's thing.

The third went towards a new 'rink' in which they would fight; ice about 3' thick would form under him and his opponent making a new arena; of course being an 'ice' ability the change was lightning fast due to the 1.5x settings. However, that was the end of the spells. A new rink and hopefully renewed strength for the both of them.

Valiance

:: Let him prove his worth; fight and fight well, fight with honor, and when you win, win with the pride that you did truly overcome your opponent. ::

Standing now at 8 meters, the distance would begin to close as the being moved forwards on the gritty ice; purposefully made that way to lessen slipping and give some sort of drip to the 'feet' of the being which were uncovered. The thing would stop at a mere 7 feet and prepare itself mentally as well as physically for the encounter ahead.

Honor

:: Its not how many you win, its how you won in the first place. Cheap tactics and unfair manuveurs only prove you weak in the long run. ::

Here he stood, his knees bent until about the 60 degree mark and about a good foot was between these legs when measured from the heels. THe feet themselves pointed outwards at minor 20 degree angles to aid in balance and quick movement. The shoulders were brought foward a slight amount, 10 degrees tops, and the elbows bent again at 145 degrees whilst hands being held infront of the chest area but just about 4 inches apart with fingers curling inwardly very slightly; pretty much open hands.

There was no uneveness here in this stance.

The Grid worked upon his opponents position; however he chose to move would dictate how this went down and how the first move was thrown; that is if Drake was even the one to go first... His opponent might decide to take initiative.

And so the real conflict begins. Hand to hand, heart to heart, and soul against soul.

Who will rise to heaven?

The burning souls within this ring are unwilling to fall, however only one can ascend.

Dash...

Drake...

Only one can be crowned "The Epitome".

[10]

[ Edited: Stance Edit | The Hands are held at 4 inches distance and are open; the elbows are not 4 inches away from eachother at all. ]

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

His opponet was on his knee, recovering. His akillies tendon on his right leg was exposed, and Donald would chop it with his shadowflame hand.... Ohh~ but Reiko was being as still as he could be, that could only mean one thing...

As soon as the shadow flame came in contact with his body, it created a clashing effect with a yellow energy, into a burst that "rolled" off of him, dispelling at the front. Total negation.

Immediately afterwards, Reiko launched off his right foot the other way, away from the ice before it was smashed. It also distanced him further from Donald.

(( 7/17 ))

So..He had ran into another problem. He grabbed his scythe, and looked through the thick snow for his enemy. He got to his feet and looked around. He saw noone yet. He started spinning the scythe round and round, fueling the blade with Auramancy energy. In its purest form. A gift from Albia and the Agony blade.

It would make the blade of his scythe like a lightsaber, it would be most painfull when it hit. If it had enough time to charge, it woudl explode when making contact with his enemy. He was aware they were under a time limit, and it seemed time was running out. The scythe was no spinning in just his right hand, counter clockwise, at almost the maximum speed it could spin.

Then, he spotted something, It was his enemy. Getting away. Donald took a drastic measure, and shadowstepped infront of him, since it was overshadowed by cloud cover, he could shadowstep almost anywhere.

When he appeared, he had his right hand extended. And his enemy was still lunging towards the area he appeared in, the long and short of it, was he had jumped to the scythe. It was to late to stop. He was going to be a lucky man to survive, and he would need a deity on his side to dodge completly.

But, Reiko was resourcefull. And would most likely dodge.

(7/17)

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

So..He had ran into another problem. He grabbed his scythe, and looked through the thick snow for his enemy. He got to his feet and looked around. He saw noone yet. He started spinning the scythe round and round, fueling the blade with Auramancy energy. In its purest form. A gift from Albia and the Agony blade. Well it wasn't like Reiko was flying. He had just jumped a safe distance away from the collapsing ice.

And.. he was in the snow too I guess. Anyway~. Reiko stood still and then.. Donald appeared in front of him, hooray! But he had his scythe back, boo! And it was coming to get him!

Reiko thrusted off his left leg over to Donald's left, opposite of the scythe with his legs bent slightly. Then he pushed hard off his legs to slam the back of his torso (left side) into Donald, releasing force from the entire side's torso upon impact with whatever to "blow" Donald a great distance away.

(( 8/17 ))

This looked like something he had seen before, and clearly his tactics werent working. Once again he let go of the scythe, and this time before his opponet could knock into him, Donald matched his enemys turn. And Donald had a malicious way to finish this fight.

His shadow slid under then as Reiko went to jump into Donald. And then there shadows were close to meeting. And Reiko didnt notice. They merged, just as Reiko hit Donald. Donald was sent flying back, but Reiko would be too. They would be locked into the same motions by a shadow lock. The thing was, the scythe was still in mid air. Far back. It took a while to boomerang back. And it was starting to come back towards Reiko. Donald did something drastic, and stood. If his attack had worked, Reiko would stand aswell. It was a full proof plan. And a good example of why you dont go face to face with a shadowmancer. Because that makes the attack unavoidable.

So. The scythe would be coming towards Reiko, who couldent do anything unless Donald did. And it would lodge itself in his right shoulder. And most likely knock the conciousness out of him. Since the blade was still aura augmented, it would cut through his whole arm like a hot knife through butter.

(8/17) (This is like a Kage Mane No Jutsu from Naruto, but since im a shadowmancy master..it will be slightly more effective. And since you were point blank range with me, it is most likely unavoidable. Eventually, not instantly you can break free. But you would be tired after this, and winded. And you most likely couldent do it before the scythe returned to you.)

Ray would be seen charging toward Donald from behind , pressing off the ground with all her might, she'd leap in the air, and come as fast as possable onto his shoulders , wrapping her legs around his neck, she'd lean back once ankles locked, and lean back quickly flinging her legs back to throw donald behind her.

Soon after she'd let go, roll onto her side and lift up crawling away.

(blows whistle and such)

Yellow flag on Team Malice. Striker made two attacks. A Striker assist only allows one attack. Mekryd is not allowed to Striker assist for the remainder of the match. Though you are allowed to compete in your own round if it comes to it still.

You performed two partner assists in one go. Both defensively blocking BIAs Striker and offensively attacking Rei.

(( Mrgh. lets it go, takes the flag I don't supose you'd clarify the rules, then? 'Cause something isn't something by definition until it's defined... ))

Mekryd Wrote:

(( Striker! ))

As soon as Ray moved from her spot and began charging, Mekryd began pursuit. He'd been watching for this. A small burst of elemental wind helped speed Mekryd along as he moved along the ice with his staff in his right hand, pressing against his back. His movements carried him to Donald's side, where he waited for an instant for her attack. A hand and the staff pressed against her as she jumped up, one catching her knee, the latter... backside, right next to his fist, as he flipped her over before she got to Donald, heaving her and downwards towards the cold ice, with the top of her back ready to make contact first. Mekryd apologized silently, since his movement was a bit rougher than necessary, but this was a competition, and Mekryd sort of liked the idea of winning.

While he was at it, he would make this next striker count for a bit more than just a counter. As he lunged away again, with his ten second limit running down, he 'yelled' in tree-speak. They wouldn't hear a voice, but Reiko would experience a very, very cold wind picking up around him. And so Mekryd was done, leaving Ray to, hopefully, run out of her 10 seconds and be penalized.

Mekryd had done what needed to be done. And Donald would thank him for it. Donald smiled at Reiko, and jumped. Since everything that just happened was going on at the same time of Donalds jump, Reiko wouldent have had time to break free of the shadow lock. And, Reiko would undoutedly jump. And then the scythe would hit him, and come through his shoulder cutting off his arm and slide under Donald.

Donald would then land, with the scythe under him. This was if everything went right. Which it should, Reiko didnt have time to overpower the bind. But if he was in enough pain, he would be released from the bind automaticly.

(9/17)

"Soo col--Ahh~"

If focusing on pain, or something else other than the present situation was enough to break it. Well...

Mekryd Wrote:

As he lunged away again, with his ten second limit running down, he 'yelled' in tree-speak. They wouldn't hear a voice, but Reiko would experience a very, very cold wind picking up around him... It had been stated many times before this fight that Reiko hadn't dressed properly for the cold. And being from a place known for having hot weather, adapting to the cold wasn't something he did easily, and then it suddenly became even colder? Insane.

"Ahh...."

He only managed to keep himself warm by moving around so much. But now after this short time of standing in one place doing next to nothing, Reiko had been reminded of just how cold it was.

"AHH..."

Still, Donald jumped half a foot. Reiko, being weighed down by all his armor was only put slightly on his tippytoes, then... it happened.

"CHOOOO!!!"

-Chok-

Such a heavy sneeze. His whole body collapsed over. And his weight not being able to cater to jumping "only a little" threw him forward, feet slipping back under him, face first into the ground. The scythe whirring back over him to Donald.

Luckily, Reiko looked up just in time to remember that this kind of thing happened before.

I won't be falling for that anymore....

(( 9/17 ))

Reiko stayed as perfectly still as he could, minimizing his slight shivers to only a little one every few seconds. Then he tilted his head to look at Donald.

Give up...? I'd rather lose my arm.

"Give up? I'd ******** your mother six times sideways, bust in her mouth twice and let her toss my salad before I'd give up. What are you, stupid or something?"

I'll have to apologize to the little ones' parents for that one.

=|

(( 10/17 ))

"Mi... Mi... Miser....Misery... Agony and Misery, resonance overwhelming..."

Drake would actually be developing a sort of distraction within his mind as The Celestial felt the control of Agony within the Stadium; too close Misery was being born of these 'bad vibrations' which Agony seemed to resonate. Drake had been long gone to tell the truth, however, the Celestial would lose that title this day and become the Unknown.

An Unknown ascended once more?

Corrupt.

Either way, there was nothing major besides the holding of the head whilst his opponent slid towards him; the stance being faux in nature just 'gave way' and allows for the pushing and to Misery's surprise it hurt to fall on the damn ice. Ice... Felt cold...

Amazed, Misery would not stand back up, his ankle did not throb for he had little nerves at this point; however the Unknown seemed to have a higher form of Grid within his mind, multilayered on many accounts thoughts and feelings surged within and without as he could feel something going on in the man abroad. Mental activity heightened a hundred fold and then hundreds more, something became apparent.

The Ocean was interfering.

Malice, Misery, Agony, and Epoch; the four Unknowns of Orgins long lost. He was now Misery, the Unknown of Hatred, the vile contempt within the world itself; a faint seemingly harmless glow would appear 'round his featurless body, the old body of the now 'replaced' Celestial as the anomaly really became an Anomaly.

Lying on the ground, the Celestial and the Unknown did battle within the mind of the being who was, for the time being, actually quiet shocked at the feelings it was.. feeling. There was no feeling before, no temperature, no pain, and yet here was something unreal. Writhing on the ground clenching where the stomach might be the being actually began to lose color or... Bleed. Yes, all within the ice, all over, dripping sickly as it moved, that black, the jet, it was leaving him forever as nothing replaced it.

Clear bodied, no organs, and somewhat strange, so was born on this day Misery Incomplete. Laying on its side, the genderless one looked up and tried to stand only to fall for the first few times (2), and then finally, it stood, no stance, and cocked its head to the left at the man. No signs of anything to add emotion with its head clear and transparent, the visage only showed a few signs of being there as well as obvious defractions of light which hit and passed through. Not a stealthy creature, no, its presence was obvious, but quite a newer and even tougher foe.

Drake, the monk, was gone.

The Celestial with him.

There was now Misery.

Reverberations from places unknown would be made into the air as the newborn would become stable and able to fight; still with the strength of a slightly lesser being, about a Celestial actually, maybe even less, maybe even human, it stood and made its first vocalization.

"Hello."

It sounded cheery, harmless even, as this being, 6' in height, though that seemed to fluctuate at times as it was still an unstable being, offered its left hand in a handshake. A trap? Most likely; after all, Misery loves company.

Now, standing about 4 feet since the Celestial had slid that far, there was nothing to fear, Misery was indeed here. No foot steps either, nothing, just that extended appendage awaiting the grasp of an opponent. The death of one and rise of another meant nothing in this tournament; the fight was still on, and with that the being was more than ready to cause some harm.

Newborn, faster, weaker but more than able, shapeshifitng, and fiendish. Here was the enemy, and so where was Dash? The shin did not ache further, for pain was something of the past and the future, it was gone, but it might return. We'll see.

[11]

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

And, meerly pressed down...

"Amen." He said.

(10/17) When Donald pressed down all he'd feel is resistance, equal to that of what he was putting in to perform his "attack." The force was absored by his ki and rolling off in waves.

And Reiko... well Reiko just watched. If this was a videogame, Reiko would be turtling. Frowned upon and lame, sure. But effective when used correctly.

(( 11/17 ))

"..."

This guy is something else.

But Dash, hadn't even bothered moving. He just stood there for a moment. Well, on the plus side, the "anomoly" appeared more human, also, from the looks of it, he could be hurt. On the negative side, Dash had to abandon his original plan as while a "machine" couldn't be killed, a "man" could.

Then he extended his arm.

Dash smiled, his expression seemed to match that of his "new" opponant.

He would retain his this "cheery" composure as he would close the distance between them by walking towards the man.

He extends his his right arm as if to shake.

He would make his move then.

Dash wasn't a fool by any means, and no way was he about to get all buddy buddy with the person who tried to freeze him on various occassions. If this were a trap, he wouldn't fall for it, if it weren't, well, Dash would still be at an advantage.

The moment his hand comes in contact with the "Friendly" opponant, the first thing Dash would is jerk it suddenly forward and off to Drake's right. This would no doubt through the man off balance from the sudden shift in weight due to Dash's forceful tug.

In one continous motion, Dash will step past Drake's right , placing his own right foot behind Drake's. so that his back was to the right side of Drake's body. His right hand would still have firm hold of his foe's as well as keeping it extended to continue throwing off his balance as Dash slips under the arm.

Now, Dash brings up his left arm, wrapping it over Drake's extended right and securing the upper arm portion under his left armpit and finally wrapping around it firmly.

Now, with the man's arm locked in place, Dash will shift his body weight in conjuction with stretching Drake's Right arm to apply a massive pressure to the join there, and hopefully, if the whole "Transformation" ordeal didn't decieve him, cause him great pain.

The end positioning would leave Drake forced into a bending position with is upper body at a 90 degree angle towards the ground due to the weight of Dash's body being applied while the man would generally be off balance. Dash, would be off to Drake's right side, his right hand still clasped over the Drake's while his left is constantly applying pressure to his upper arm region. He would be virtually unreachable by Drake's still free left arm and should Drake try to move his feat, Dash would use the sudden Shift in Drake's wait to unbalance him and force him to a possibly much worse situation on the ground.

The entire motion had no breaks in it, and is performed smoothly suddenly starting from the point where he tugged Drake violently towards him.

It would only take little over a second to perform this action.

((12))

Dashboard Wrote:

"..."

This guy is something else.

But Dash, hadn't even bothered moving. He just stood there for a moment. Well, on the plus side, the "anomoly" appeared more human, also, from the looks of it, he could be hurt. On the negative side, Dash had to abandon his original plan as while a "machine" couldn't be killed, a "man" could.

Then he extended his arm.

Dash smiled, his expression seemed to match that of his "new" opponant.

He would retain his this "cheery" composure as he would close the distance between them by walking towards the man.

He extends his his right arm as if to shake.

He would make his move then.

Dash wasn't a fool by any means, and no way was he about to get all buddy buddy with the person who tried to freeze him on various occassions. If this were a trap, he wouldn't fall for it, if it weren't, well, Dash would still be at an advantage.

The moment his hand comes in contact with the "Friendly" opponant...

((12))

Mistake.

The clasping of the hand, regardless of the tug that would follow, was the first that occured. And with it, the twisting of the wrist almost a complete 180 degrees so quickly that once he pull occured and all he had planned would be set in motion, he'd have a broken wrist. How so? He had grabbed Misery's left, which could indeed go the opposite way as needed, to Dash's right. His elbow did move a bit, however, he wasn't as pathetic as he would seem since he planned for the tug.

What did he do instead? He jumped moving his sliding feet off further perpendiular to the direction he was going right even more. The change and shift would cause his opponent to most likely fly with him and probably lose balance; for when expecting, he had of course planned to keep his feet on the ground and dug in. Nevertheless, a most likely broken wrist accompanied by the slamming into ice would probably undo his opponent quickly.

A second was simply too long.

He would land on the ice on his feet and slide a bit, and if he was released, fine, if not, then his opponent would be coming; however he might be anyway since letting go of the most probably broken wrist was not an option. If anything, his opponent would be dazed allowing for the grabbing of a better target. Still, one armed men weren't too able in combat.

[ Wrist Breaking Motion ]

Flipping your right hand more than 120 degrees in less than a second ( about 20 milliseconds; I did ithe angular motion and timed the motion again in real life, so, its quite legit. ) The chance that would would get past the pain is... Unreal. Adrenaline activation however is quite allowed.

| Proof |

Take your hand and turn it as far as you can comfortably while keeping the thunb and pinky parallel to eachother and the hand itself perpendicular ( skinny side? ) to the floor. If you can turn it more than 120 degrees its amazing, now, imagine that happening in 2/10ths of a second with an additional 60 degrees. Bending your elbow in response would take just that, response, and the action would be much too quick for someone who has another plan in mind. At least the collecting of, changing, and then accepting data. However, the natural reflex is to twist with your hand I do believe. Still, two tenths is hard to react to when you have other plans, again, its 'surprise' sort of seeing as you moved into something else.

[ The Diversion ]

Due to your pulling as well as his not lifting his feet and the ring not being completely slippery as well his jumping to throw you off would seem doable. However, the positions you attempted would be interrupted with pain; if not, then this needs to be edited severly due to your left hand never 'touching' him since your wrist most likely broke.

[ Conclusion ]

I would think your wrist broken, however, its questionable depending on what you do at this point.

[12]

Dashboard Wrote:

Imagination Unleashed Wrote:

Mistake.

The clasping of the hand, regardless of the tug that would follow, was the first that occured. And with it, the twisting of the wrist almost a complete 180 degrees so quickly that once he pull occured and all he had planned would be set in motion...

Dash's wrist would not break, and he would continue with his motion, why? Well, It is physically impossible for someone to grab the inside of someone's left hand with their own right. Unless they made a conscious effort to twist it unnaturally. That would just be dumb. Dash would grab the OUTSIDE of Drake's left hand with his right. In order to break it in the manner he described, Drake would have to rotate his left wrist outwards 180 degrees. While you can rotate your wrist inwards to a great extent, you couldn't do so in the opposite direction, that is, if Drake still intended to rotate his wrist opposite to Dash's. If this was the case, Dash would still pull Drake towards him, only both their palms would be facing upwards And Drake would still be pulled off balance because there would be no breaking action to produce pain And cause Dash to lose focus. If Drake intended to rotate his wrist inside, (which is what I will assume.) Then he wouldn't be rotating his wrist opposite of Dash's at all, they would be moving the same direction, and in that case, Drake would be off balance because, like stated before, no harm would come to his wrist.

However, either twisting motion would result in Dash abandoning his original Plan and step towards Drake's left. He'd release Drake's arm shortly after tugging him and strike with his left elbow aimed directly between Drake's exposed shoulder blades as he passed. The momentum from Dash's rotation followed by the current state of Drake's balance should provide the necessesary means to knock Drake onto the ground, face first.

((13))

Dash had indeed forgotten that of human strength did not make you human. The hand could indeed do such things, however, there was no pursuit of the case. To that end, the 'wrist' which would consist of bones which were non-existant within the body would not break. How could they? They weren't even there? No ligaments and the like, the being would be pulled forward without the pain that was supposed to be induced. He did still jump to the side, which was going to aid seeing as now there was the issue of his just flying past his opponent.

Turning around they had both missed eachother indefinitely; the elbow hit nothing, and Misery was about 3 feet out after sliding and the like. He was not caught by surprise since Dash had taken the time, which was crucial, to attempt to break the wrists of something that did not have them. So then, what of the hand?

In truth, it swiveled completely with the twist and nothing more.

Now for an attack, the being would make a knifehand position with his left and thrust this at Dash's sternum, his right hand was there ready for back up and open, and his feet moved in one swift motion forward with the right and left pushing forward in a small hop and the rest being force of the slide as well as the left thrust.

This occured about 7" from Dash.

[13]

Wiffing his elbow, Dash decided to follow through with the motion, bending his knees and now crouching low.

Now, although both had wiffed their attacks, Dash's rotation had left him facing his opponants back as they "flew past" each other. In order for his opponant to attack him with the knifehand from his left, he would have to not only stop his forward moment created by the tug, and his jumping, he would also have to turn around.

This would leave Dash at an advantage. Dash was not moving in any direction, just rotating his body in place. He would complete his rotation, following through with the elbow motion and ceasing perpendicular to his opponant who would just now be stopping and turning to face him.

Then there was the knife hand.

Since Dash was positioned sideways, his left side to his foe, All he had to do was tilt slightly so that the sternum strike, (Now much too high and off to the side, given where Dash's sternum would be had he still been standing straight up and facing parallel to the Drake), would pass by harmlessly.

At last, an openining.

Using Drake's forward momentum from his sliding action and the thrust of his hand, Dash positioned his self so that his right hand would reach up and grab Drake's left as it passed over head. He'd push his entire body upwards, leaving his left shoulder sligly above his right so that given the situation, Drake would simply be tossed over him. His left arm would aid in this action by pressing against Drake's left side as well.

((14))

Pain?!

The crack in the ice was actually decently 4" in all directions as well as the indentation which was about 2" deep from Misery's impact; he had indeed been flung and landed on his "head", however standing there would be no outward signs of damage. Inwardly however the Unknown would groan slightly, faceless and turning towards the opponent wiping powered snow and chunks of ice off his head there would be little mercy from here on. However, time was almost up, and that would mean a shameful loss? Or a tie? No. There had to be a way.

Standing about 5 feet off after being thrown and sliding the cloud of snow disappated movement would be slightly more or less cautious. Yes he could have countered, but no, he needed something to counter against. It was but 5 feet. Too far. One step at a time, firm and unsliding, hands at his sides swaying, he would begin walking closer to his opponent.

There would be no stoppping either, whatever was going to happen was going to happen now. This was indeed most likely the end of this match; one would emerge victorious; so said The Ocean.

You better be damned sure that the Unknown wasn't going to let his opponent win.

The approach continues.

[14]

Much higher systems and this new scenario allowed for a new outlook. The pain would subside quickly and thus focus would return to the world and logic would become prevalent again. The foot. The mistake.

The right hand reached over and indeed caught this foot which was to slam into Misery's shoulder. The being contorted to the right as well as moved up with its legs pushing decently so that the area aimed for was missed and instead it would be a chest. But, there he was, his foot in the palm of the one who would indeed not fail to snap this one.

The green energy was an increase, it was somewhat refreshing and painful at the same time, but pinpricks would not break the grasp which was already squeezing a little too hard for comfort. And then the action.

Twisting his own hand 180 degrees while holding the foot caught tightly so that his fingers were rapped around it tightly, the midsection of course, the movement would be just as quick as the other attempt.

Did he really think it would be that easy?

He got his slam, but, the crack was so much more satisfying.

The left arm, what did it do? Of course it moved again, however for some reason Misery would not rise; it would let itself rest... Or so it seemed.

[15]

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

He kept waiting for a judge to come. True, Reiko was holding on. But hadnt he won submission?

Reiko was still matching Donald force for force. But he had been in one place for some time now, and it was getting cold. If he let up even a little, he'd be dead.

And if everyone else in the tournament was like Donald, then his team would surely need him.

Hmm....

All he'd need is one second just to get away.

(( 13/17 ))

"He's in a mess again."

Ray said, jumping from the semi-truck's hood, her feet barely touching the floor as she ran toward donald with her body lowered she'd keep her stance low, like a football player, once close enough, she'd skid to a stop, and push her feet off the ground throwing herself at Donalds side, her shoulder would be the first to hit his side, then her body would collapse into the tackle.

She would possably fall onto Donald had the strike worked, and push off her feet running away and out of their fight once more.

Acceptance.

The being was happy to be able to stand, not truthfully all that injured it had indeed contorted and swatted the foot away with its speed. No matter, his opponent backed up. Leaping to his feet he would begin to gather powers from The Ocean and the world about him.

One final massive assault; the man who did the most would be the winner. With that in mind there was no time, there would only be the rapid accumulation of forces within and without the being that would make this battle end quickly without fail. Hyperion. This would be quite an interesting moment. Lightning fast and furious combat would take place. This was it.

A shell of energy would form, invisible it would act like a forcefield whilst energy was transformed and shifted into and through the body which he was using. The movements of winds thousands of miles away would contribute, the sun itself would seem to disappear as the light would become taken and the planet Gaia would grow pitch black. The temperature would be converted as the world went cold as well. Energies from motors, and other eletrical man made devices would shut down.

Factories, cities, no countries would literally be in a state of panic as planes within the air as well as helicopters and other machinery would simply lose power; gliding without the wind was impossible. Death was immiment for many people. It would seem the end of the world had come; however it was but Misery. Who could very well bring about such an end, but, would do nothing of the sort.

Then it started to get seriously ugly. Light, all photonic energies, were drawn to him making him the only visible thing in the world; even the ice lost its energies and solidified further than it already was; the atomic molecules in various places slowed to a halt; ground zero hit the equivalent for "Antartica" for the world as itfroze over. Another Ice Age ushered in by the desire of one?

Like a beacon in the night the light too bright for even higher beings, the Unknown began working its way into the very reality of it all; The Grid stopped. The small coordinates of energies were being drawn in, insanely powerful now the energies from stars clear across the universe was traversing to the sold location of it all. No heat, no limits. The very pulse of The Grid's lines was being absorbed; he was tearing apart the universe to win! Insanity had indeed taken over Misery, and for the first time, this threat would go insane. However it would not be the last time.

THe inner workings of it all, no movement since "time" was controlled by the working of The Pulses within there would be an interesting sight as all things seemed to just turn into green extremely odd wireframes of themselves. Nothing was the same as stars began to simply disappear, black holes just gone, and with them all of the energy within was taken back by the Unknown.

Radiating the essense of everything The Grid and the movements within would begin again, so stood the being, no stance, nothing special, the only thing visible for galaxies. One final burst for it before this tournament was over; this was Hyperion. There was no sound, but if you looked closely you could see something. Facial features!

The Unknown was there in the flesh! It was finally defeatable and no longer an avatar! It was not transparent and thus it would be vanquished should the heart of one warrior prove strong enough to stop him. Would it though? The shield was lowered as the pillar of light made its way through all things lighting up the lake below as well as the ice and the area for miles around. Like Heaven almost, it was so surreal; all things pure white, all but Dash and Misery.

The Lake was seemingly no more as the world began to wipe itself away in the light, it submitted to the will of the Unknown, and thus there was nothing more than thsoe two. He did not move; no reason to. Thus cities and mortal from miles around would stare into the horizon at that one point; the point of Glory and The Unknown. Misery had the eyes of millions and Misery loves company as they say.

"We have come this far mortal, we have indeed made our moves. Enough games. One last shot at it all. Gather your energies and let us clash one more time. One. More. Worry not, you will live. So says the Ocean."

Airy and somewhat distinct while being plain and yet enigmatic. The tone of voice was that of a males and then it would switch to a femals and back to a males in a slurring and rhythmic fashion. And so here it was, the end.

Who will prevail?

[ 16 ]

"..."

His final manuveur began.

Stage 1: Preparation

The being took note of all this energy and al lthings however there was nothing to fear for when the 'meteor had come there would be only one thing, up. The movement upwards would allow time to recalculate the sheild of the area and protect those who were still within the vacinity in 'bubbles' which allowed for his final move not to harm anyone. That was the plan, and now action.

First the shields went up around the people who would feel themselves tingle and shimmer to eachother as a white aura overtook them regardless of how they felt; being regular people they would not be harmed in anyway, this of course worked for the other fighters as well on the lake who would again not be effected by the attacks and stages which were about to perhaps recreate the planet altogether. Nothing more from the protection since they were adequately protected from Armageddon itself.

Next knees would bend easily and with a little 'hop' the sound barrier was broken without any kind of effort. Positioning itself the very lake and the ice which rested upon it followed the being as jets of water and broken shards of ice followed from the sheer force of the anomalies sudden change in motion. Inertia disobeyed the entire lake would be hit with large waves whilst the center would be in the air in these geysers by more than fifty feet. Timed in accordance to Dash's release, the first move was one of evasion so as to prevent any kind of 'recoil' from such a risky movement.

Soaring into the air, or whatever this was, literally thunderclaps and sonic booms would be made in Misery's wake which would cause his opponent and his opponent only immeasuerable amounts of pain from being so close to the blast. Feet passed and the light only rose into the sky like a star wishing to return itself to the celestial heavens. However, this was no wishing star where dreams came true; this was a nightmare of force mixed with unadulterated hatred preparing for the collision of the century.

This was just the beginning.

Stage 2: Ignition

On the outside of the atmoshpere the world would again be fiddled with by the planar master who wanted nothing more than to destroy it all; the atmosphere would dissipate over the area completely for about ten miles so as to prevent it from catching on fire or simply combusting and exploding into some sort of volitile planet mutulation force. No, this was meant for Dash and Dash alone. Blue eyes took in the world below as gridlines of white, red, green, and purple became apparent. All four did indeed mean something however this was no simple grid, the infinitely shrinking squares were stopped along with the energies and pulses that ran along them. However Unknowns did not obey the pulses and thus were free of this 'time' and only followed that of the Chronological Plane which The Ocean controlled.

The left hand, the pointer finger, oh that glorious loving symbol of destruction. In truth invisble strands would begin to weave around the very focal point of the line which was seemingly appearing and being drawn into reality; like a LED it would simply point out the absolute position of the tip of his opponents nose. Accuracy without question the energies which were winding around that point suddenly seemed to stick to it. From here would be the first of the three.

The beam, invisible and quite undetectable, launched agasint an opponent who was within a non-moving grid, would be fired but not move further; once The Grid was started once more it would indeed become a force to be reckoned with as what appeared as DNA strands would make their way down towards the man below shattering speeds of Mach 8 or more. Insanely this was but a taste, a little, and with that the blast was left in its stasis awaiting The Release.

Stage 3: Confirmation

Darting through this frozen wasteland of a world speeds easily exceeding sound were travelled as friction and other effects of the world were frozen indefinitely whilst he planned his assault. Energies around his opponent that were latent and left within the air or let off by his own aura were to be collected and moved as the being landed on a platform invisible to the naked eye; the crown of Absolute Power resting upon his head he would do more than one thing with all these energies whilst playing around with reality itself.

Fixating the probablility of Dash's death to zero percent Dash would indeed live through this entire ordeal however he might not be too... Healthy. However he would not die, that was guarenteed for three days; Dash would not die. Why? Becasue there was a difference between malevolence and stupidity; he needed his opponent alive for what he wished to do.

Win.

The energies would be gathering and circling around the enemy within his mind and positioning within the grid would take place on the Purple Grid as perfect and Holy Geometry was brought to bare and points of asbolute power were made apparent. There between it all, waves of energy lined up awaiting the event of the century for Gaia itself as well as all the spectators.

Lines and rows of seven and seventy seven showed up around points on Dash's body; joints, all of them, his chest, his back, every single muscle inch would be targetted by these lines and waves which would be released soon enough...

Stage 4: Rectfication

Misery would blink, blue eyes looking upon the being known as 'Dash', and wit hthat he would do nothing more. Mental strain was too great to hold all four Grids like this and so release was made; however a silence was made for that of Dash, for if he did get hit, if he did suffer any of it, he would be simply shattered. Live, but, possibly never fight again.

Then there was one thought...

"Release."

Stage 5: Conclusion

The Grid began moving once more and with it the being, the anomaly, would appear upon the ground. which would worship the being never touching him. Never. The water which he floated abouve acting like a fountain as he 'dimmed' a bit and stopped shining with all his might and glory. For now it was, the battle of the wills. Struggling against the mind of the Mortal the Unknown would stab at and then into Dash's mind repeatedly once it broke through.

Of course now here it was, the energies which had been placed with care would collide into the man suddenly without warning. Waves and waves of Cosmic, Celestial, Inner, Outer, Physical, Mental, and Unknown energies would slam into the being instantly without mercy at every spot within his body. He would live, but, it would be uncomfortable.

The beam also took its toll; fired from the heavens it would slice through and shields as that is what it was designed for; slicing. It would shatter the mind, making insanity prevalent and coherent thought impossible for quite some time. All that and the perfect coordinates were locked and the beam would indeed follow until it hit slicing through all other things.

Misery had lived up to its name.

Then there was one more thing; placing the hands together the rest of the light would eminate from the center core of the Unkown. Going transparent again after ascension the light and all with it would dry up a good portion of the lake and purify it and all people within the area; those with taint were cleansed and renewed. However, one would not be blessed.

Dash would suffer the sins, the thoughts and lecherous feelings of the men of the world. All of these things, murders, rapes, acts unimaginable, all would flood the mind of the being. All which caused misery. He would have wished for death, for while the body might heal, he would know of all things dark about all of these people; sin upon sin would weigh his soul down, his very being would falter, and that was all.

The rivers of energy would disappear as the sky returned and the world reawoke from its temporary slumber. That day many would never forget and generations would know for eons to come. This was...

Dash versus Misery

[ End ]

WHOS IS BIGGER NOW?! XD

[Na no da] Wrote:

"He's in a mess again."

Ray said, jumping from the semi-truck's hood, her feet barely touching the floor as she ran toward donald with her body lowered she'd keep her stance low, like a football player, once close enough, she'd skid to a stop, and push her feet off the ground throwing herself at Donalds side, her shoulder would be the first to hit his side, then her body would collapse into the tackle.

She would possably fall onto Donald had the strike worked, and push off her feet running away and out of their fight once more.

Donald wouldent waste anymore energy on keeping Reiko there. He wasnt holding back energy, so he decided to use his second shadowlock on him. To get this match going somewhere. Their shadows were touching, so it pretty much worked automaticly. Donald then, heard something..And sensed something. He pretended not to notice, and pretended to be focusing still on Reiko, but he had twisted the scythe around, so the blade was facing Ray. When she was in range, Donald hopped to the left, and held out the scythe shaft. Shed crash into it, breaking her shoulder most likely, Since Donald had swung it like a bat.

He then, looked back at Reiko, who should have copyed Donalds actions, he may or may not have smashed Ray with his fist. Donald then would wait to see what Reiko did. He would need twice is much will power to break free. This was shadowlock stage two. He only could use that move once more this match. He smiled inwardly, victory was in reach. Though, he still feared a loss. She has used the last striker she could though. So, things felt good.

(13/17)

(Edited for clarity.)

((It was a bad mistake..it was late. Ill edit accordingly. What I meant was, to move myself. Not the scythe, so she crash's into it, since I was in the way of that. I wouldent move the scythe at all. I would be to the left of the scythe. As opposed to parralel with it.))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Donald wouldent waste anymore energy on keeping Reiko there. He wasnt holding back energy, so he decided to use his second shadowlock on him. "..."

Reiko would mimic his moves, standing up and matching him expression for expression and pose for pose.

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Donald then, heard something..And sensed something. He pretended not to notice, and pretended to be focusing still on Reiko, but he had twisted the scythe around, so the blade was facing Ray. Donald hopped to the left, and held out the scythe shaft... And it was here that Reiko decided to intervene. He grabbed Donald's arm with one arm and flung him high into the air. Straight up, While Reiko took the time to prepare for his re-entry to earth.

I said I wouldn't fall for it again...

Should Donald look down he'd know how it was it was all possible. Reiko was emitting a small yellow light almost as if he was glowing, breaking off the shadow, the result of matching his ki with Donald the whole time he was turtling. And then a "second" yellow Reiko would step out of Reiko and wave as Donald flew up and Reiko began to focus his ki.

(( 14/17 ))

Donald planned something drastic. As he flew into the air, a pentagram appeared under Reiko. Reiko wouldnet notice, since it started the second he was pushed upwards. It was made of Reikos shadow. Donald put his hands infront of his face, pretending to be in great pain. And, in the instant it was made, it drained the Ki energy right out of Reikos body. Taking about a 10th of his total energy every second. And doubling in strength every second. So, a example. The second it was created it drained a tenth of his energy. And Reiko wouldent feel anything. In second number two, it drained a twentyith. So, add it up. He had lost thirty percent of his total Ki.

Donald kept going in the air, till he needed to do something. He had reached the peak of his time in the air. And was coming down fast. The second he would hit the ground, he would shadowstep. So gracefull, it would look as if he had died. He would appear above Reiko. In a pine tree. Now. Even if it had only lasted for two or three seconds. And Reiko somehow noticed what his shadow was doing, Donald would be able to overpower him. And finally get a hit in. And be declared the winner.

He took a second to charge. He was slightly tired. But not to tired. His expertise was in energy controll. And he still had alot of magical energys left. And ofcourse, Agony never ran out of Aura attack fuel. And Albia's former body had a constant flow of Aura energy.

And Donald, had quite a bit of shadowmancy energy left. He was in good shape. Except for his ribs. He needed another cig. He took one out, and put it between his lips. It lit itself..and he started to feel the pain leave him for a moment. He was feeling revitalized already. "s**t..after this ill need a doctor."

He was thinking aloud to himself, but not loud enough to for Reiko to hear. Reiko had to keep charging. He had to seal the deal. And Donald was charging aswell. Charing to that scythe blade. He was going to have to hit Reiko hard. Best case scenario, Reiko would pass out from energy loss. This move he was using was half os his diffusion zone he used to kill Ertai Vexic. But he couldent inact the whole diffusion zone. That took more time then he had. The clock was ticking, and this battle was almost over.

(14/17.)

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

Donald planned something drastic. As he flew into the air, a pentagram appeared under Reiko. Reiko wouldnet notice, since it started the second he was pushed upwards. It was made of Reikos shadow. Donald put his hands infront of his face, pretending to be in great pain. And, in the instant it was made, it drained the Ki energy right out of Reikos body. ... Pentagram = Negated. Pupu energy is infinite. However, "sparks" did fly from his feet as if to play out the constant battle between his ki being drained and him being constantly refilled.

Furthermore, there would be no shadow stepping into Reiko's shadow. He was emitting light all over. There'd be none created by him.

Back to the attack. A second before Donald hit the ground, Reiko thrust out his hands to save him.

Wait no.

He'd thrust out his hands into Donald's body, slamming a ton of force into him, to send him flying far back into a tree. If there would be any broken bones or anything, Reiko would think nothing of it. If Donald could get back up, there'd just be more beatdown needed.

(( 15/17 ))

Reiko had miscalculated. Donald had stepped in his own shadow, the instant he hit the ground. So Reiko wouldent lay a hand on him. And he landed in the tree. He grabbed a bottle of vodka. He knew nothing was working. And he and Reiko would end up in a draw. Unless the judges ruled in his favor for having Reiko down for so long. Otherwise it would end in a stallmate. He couldent have that. And he knew what he was about to do wouldent do much. But, Luckily. Reiko was close enough to the ice for this to be a chance for victory.

Donald looked at the bottle. It was labled. "XXX" Donald took a huge, huge mouthfull. And held the bottle in his right hand. Sheating his scythe behind him. He jumped down, and looked at Reiko. Who didnt seem to notice him yet. He would do something else first.

He sparked a shadowflame with his right hand, and spit. The flame would melt the snow around him, and his enemy was close enough to the ice that ice near him would melt, and he would most likely fall into the ice. And then Donald would win. Donald , instead of quitting, used his left hand that was holding the XXX bottle and threw it at Reiko. They were about two feet away from each other. And, the shadow fire was as hot as lava. Perhas a bit hotter. When the bottle was infront of him, Donald would blow fire on it, causing it to explode. Bits of glass would go all over Reiko. This was a ninja moltov cocktail. Though Donald wasnt a ninja, he had fought all kinds of fighters.

And thats where he learned this technique. If Reikos body wasnt in enough pain from the flames, he would be pissed when the explosion went on. It would knock his enemy back. Since the surface was slippery. And it would push him into the lake. This could be enough for Donald to win.

((Some points to consider. I was going on the fact that you wouldent notice me come out of the tree so sneaky. And.. Even if Reiko saw, the attack would come in less than a second, since Donald was already prepared. Shadowflame is much hotter than regular fire. And it has a high energy content, so enough would over power the Ki.

And.

The fact that this was a great match..and its almost over.))

(15/17)

Donald Wrote:

Donald looked at the bottle. It was labled. "XXX" Donald took a huge, huge mouthfull. And held the bottle in his right hand. Sheating his scythe behind him. He jumped down, and looked at Reiko.... (( You never hit the ground buddy, that's just it, I hit you before you did. And also the concept of overpowering someone's ki or magic is purely subjective. Reiko has infinite ki and no charge time, however, at the same time I cant go around telling people I over power what they do.

But I will play along. It was fun, but now it's getting annoying. Let me also remind you that, that was your 16th post for the time you posted twice in a row. The next one you make will be your 17th and last. ))

While Donald was in the tree, Reiko took off his hoodie and tossed it far back onto the the ice away from the area they fought in. When it landed it would create a loud crashing sound and crush the ice to the point where he couldn't just walk over and get it back anymore. It'd be too thin and he'd fall in.

Anyway.. 2ft wasnt far. 2ft was well within arm's reach, and 2ft would mean face to the face for the second yellow Reiko connected to the real one by one foot ... and he would... well...

keep the bottle into Donald when he spat his shadowflame. Leaving explosion to impact directly in his face and upper torso. The shadowflame may not have hurt Donald, but the force of the explosion would. The "energy" Reiko would be thrown back into Reiko's body, shielding him, enabling him not to be thrown around by the blast.

(( 16/17 ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Donald Wrote:

Donald looked at the bottle. It was labled. "XXX" Donald took a huge, huge mouthfull. And held the bottle in his right hand. Sheating his scythe behind him. He jumped down, and looked at Reiko.... (( You never hit the ground buddy, that's just it, I hit you before you did. And also the concept of overpowering someone's ki or magic is purely subjective. Reiko has infinite ki and no charge time, however, at the same time I cant go around telling people I over power what they do.

But I will play along. It was fun, but now it's getting annoying. Let me also remind you that, that was your 16th post for the time you posted twice in a row. The next one you make will be your 17th and last. ))

While Donald was in the tree, Reiko took off his hoodie and tossed it far back onto the the ice away from the area they fought in. When it landed it would create a loud crashing sound and crush the ice to the point where he couldn't just walk over and get it back anymore. It'd be too thin and he'd fall in.

Anyway.. 2ft wasnt far. 2ft was well within arm's reach, and 2ft would mean face to the face for the second yellow Reiko connected to the real one by one foot ... and he would... well...

keep the bottle into Donald when he spat his shadowflame. Leaving explosion to impact directly in his face and upper torso. The shadowflame may not have hurt Donald, but the force of the explosion would. The "energy" Reiko would be thrown back into Reiko's body, shielding him, enabling him not to be thrown around by the blast.

(( 16/17 ))

Donald smirked, as Reiko put the bottle towards him, He jumped back, but not stopping the flow of fire. So the bottle still exploded. But. Donald had to do something crazy now. He couldent do it before, because it was deadly. Specially to Reiko, who was a heavy Ki energy fighter. "Nice knowing ya. See ya when you wake up." Donald smirked, as the bottle went off, Knocking him back. He again, used the ice to slide. He closed his eyes.

Phase one: Infection.

Donald smiled as Agony glew bright, sending strands of pure aura energy out. As it started to taint. Though, noone could see this but Donald. It would infest Reikos energy, making it like poison to him. Since he says he has a constant ammount, and he was making alot of it. It would infect him. And make it like poison. So, if he didnt stop charging it he would pass out. And he would wake up to whats like a exagerated version of food poisoning.

And the energy he was putting out was equal to the energy he was making. Since really, Donald didnt have to do much. Agony was. He took another puff of his cig.

Phase two: Take over. With the touch of the energy, the Ki would change instantly. No charge time or anything. Reiko wouldent even notice the change, untill the physical effects took place. Which would be instant aswell. Reiko would fall to his knees, and scream in pain. Most likely he would pass out. And he wouldent even know why.

Phase three: Victory.

Donald couldent have done this sooner, or he would have. Since it was a danger to Reiko's life. Donald, to seal the deal stood infront of Reiko. If he just stopped charging energy as to avoid death, Donald would step forward and give him a blow to the skull from his automail right hand, and then a shot to the chin with a shadowflamed left hand.

So. This was his last move. If it worked as planned, Donald would meerly retreat as not to be hit when he couldent hit back. He would just jump far away.

(Finish.)

(Im reserving the right to edit if I made any subtle mistakes.)

Seta Frost Wrote:

(( I am stuck at a Merriott hotel. This has been my only access to the netr for the past week. I have been working in N.C. since then. I am deeply sorry for not being here to finish these meek opponents off. I am sort of dissapointed in my team though...Anywho, I'll be a regular again in a day or so, so don't disqualify this team yet! )) | I know, I should have done what we planned; quick and immediate wins. I apologize. |

| The movements would have occured as he got up. Just because you interrupt does NOT stop the effects of the other attacks. Dash and I know that. |

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

(( You need some hand to hand in your repetoire man.

The only time you ever hit me clean during the fight was that shot to the chin.

Everything else was a magic show. ))

((I took you on with my scythe. But you Ki blocked alot of stuff.))

Donald Tenebrae Wrote:

((I took you on with my scythe.)) (( Well see, after you found out what my armor was composed of, you constantly had your scythe charged to cut straight through my armor no matter what.

The only time I blocked your scythe with energy was when you tried to sever my head.

Your shadowflame was stopped by my energy, of course.. I certainly can't block it with my hands.

Anytime you used magic I just used ki to counter/negate it. You gave me the impression you wanted a powers fight. Since I'm not really the type to shoot a lot.. I gave you half of what you wanted. Everytime you swung your scythe, you got hit, or almost got hit. You were hit 3 times. You only got one clean hit on me.

Had you ... shadow locked me, and challenged me to a punching contest with right hands, I'd be the one knocked out quicker because I don't have a iron right hand.

But since you tried to magic me to death... I just negated everything.

And as for your "poison" attack, here is how Reiko works...

A cup (reiko) has a tiny hole at the bottom. That teeny hole represents your .. energy or poison or whatever trying to infect me, that is However, over the cup there is a faucet that is never turned off. That's pure energy constantly being poured it into reiko. meaning.. whatever you do is constantly being pushed out. ))

(( It would be up to me and Mekryd then? ))

(( Huzzah.... ))

Mekryd stretched, sighing a bit, though he didn't move from his place with his trunk against the tree. He'd been there for a while, and he was just starting to get comfortable. Ah, oh well...

"Hup!" Mekryd swung himself up onto his feet with the help of his staff and stretched a bit more. He pushed his headband, and consequently, his hair, up out of his eyes, showing a friendly pair of brown, quite different from the caclulating, darting look he had earlier.

After he completed the motions of stretching, he simply stood there, looking around, just shaking his head at Drake's brash motions. "Well, great. I can't do much for flashiness after that, can I?" Ah, well, it's not like he was a very conspicuous person in the first place...

((

Kraun Wrote:

Pointing will be done when all the matches are complete. So quit whining and get on with your third round.

I'm not sure, but I think he's talking about this match. ))

(( My parents may or may not be draggin me to another 'party', but eh, sure. ))

(( I'd rather go against Mekryd, I've been waiting to fight him, so i'd prefer that. ))

Mekryd bowed lightly at the neck in responce.

"I'm sure you will," Mekryd said with an ironic smile on his lips. He twirled about his staff of crystal-wood experimentally, testing out its weight and balance. As usual, it was fine. He turned to face his left side towards his opponent. Snow scraped off of the ground as he spread his feet apart, leaning on his back leg whilst taking the center of the staff into his right hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the staff spun once, and then once more. On the second rotation, two inches of the staff on either end glowed. A third rotation followed. The tips left behind a trail of light, which seemed to solidify into the same material as the staff.

The result was a blunt scythe-like protrusion from either side pointing clockwise, around a foot from inside base to tip. It was noticeably more angled inward than a scythe, however.

Still with his legs spread, Mekryd raised his left hand, unclenched, with the palm facing parrallel to his body, elbows bent. The right hand swung the staff over his right shoulder, angling it slightly downward over his back, with the protrusion pointing backwards. "In this case, I believe I'll have to adhere to the phrase "Ladies first"."

(( 1/17 ))

Mekryd's eyes tracked her as she ran up, up until the snow moved up into his eyes. He made a flinching motion, turning to the right as it did so, grunting annoyedly as he covered most of his face with his upper left arm. No revealing abilities unless he had to, and only then if he knew how she would react.

The was a small problem in her attack. One was that well, she was on the ground, and had to get back up. He straighted back into his stance as she did so, jerking his left hand back into position. She also punched at the shoulder farthest from her. The one with the staff slung over it.

With a small movement, Mekryd spun clockwise, flicking his staff over an inch or so on his shoulder and crouching on his right leg in the same motion. Her fist hit soundly against the crystaline surface of his weapon, providing additional leverage to his next action. With his shoulder as the fulcrum, the staff levered upwards towards Ray's upper body, aided in speed by Ray's own punch, the continuing spin of his body and Mekryd's own jerk to the staff, pulling it forward and downward.

Regardless of if he hit or not, he continued his spin until it carried him, facing his left side towards Ray, as it had from the start

(( Oi, someone said that we start the post counting when we actually attack, not just with stances and stuff, so...

1/17. Your last post was as well. ))

Donald had jerked back, causing the punch to miss him. With the ice, it was easy to jerk, and turn it into a elegant slide. And Reikos attack had barely missed him.

Now it was up to the judges to decide who had won that match.

Donald sat on the edge, away from Mekryd and his opponet. Wrapping his chest where his ribs were cracked. Swearing under his breath. "st **** st ********..." Then, Violla. All better. Atleast, all covered. He had his scythe by his side. He took out another pain nuller. "Im doing to many of these. Damn Reiko." He put it in his mouth, and it lit itself. He stood up, and looked at the fight. Trying to stay warm. He had put on another shirt, a white collared shirt, and a scarf.

"Score!"

Ray grinned, seeing the ball break into many pieces.

"Bye bye snowman."

She looked back up at her opponent, it seemed like she was just playing around, not taking anything seriously. Why? Because thats what she felt like doing, playing.

But Reiko and Dash would yell at her for kidding around, so she had to go into a bit more then just playing around.

She'd make a run for it.

Pressing off the ground quickly, she'd leap into the air, bending her knees as she came back down toward him, her body leant back slightly , she'd aim for under his chin. Curling her foot upward .

Had the hit worked, she'd flip backward from the kick to his chin, and land on her feet just inches away.

(( 3/17))

"Yo."

Ray said, her ear's pricking at the sound of his foot scrapeing against the snow, she's merely jump up a few inches off the ground to avoid being tripped, while doing so, she'd lean back, placeing her hands firmly onto the ground, lifting both her legs shooting toward his neck, she'd lock her legs at the ankle, and twist her upper body, as it would soon twist her lower body pulling down with her ankles to send Mekryd on to the ground along with her.

Had it worked, she'd just go from there.

(4/17)

((Wow it's late..yawns))

Ray was no super being, so she had no way to counter the attack, by any supernatural way at least.

Ray would be thrown onto her stomach an 'umpf' coming out of her mouth.

One full swing was all she needed to roll off her stomach, and back onto her back, she'd just barely miss the staff's end, seeing as it dug into the snow.

She's push off her back, and get into a crouching posistion, before twirling her body, along with her leg to swing under his feet.

She'd be leaning away from him causing her leg to lift just slightly.

"My days been going great, what about yours?"

((5/17))

Mekryd rubbed the back of his head with his right hand looking on awkwardly as he watched her get up, without doing anything to stop her. "I guess I'll have to knock you out to win?" he said disappointedly, sounding like he didn't enjoy that sort of thing. He didn't.

The staff didn't dig into the snow, hovering a few inches above the ground still in his left hand, seeing as how he had moved it with the intention to stop it before it slammed into the back of her head. His right hand lowered from his head, taking the end of the staff, right under the crook of the curved... thing. His left hand held just around the center of gravity of the staff.

Then he just waited, playing defensively as he normally did, with his left side facing Ray.

((5/17))

(( O_O Hospital? ))

Mekryd thought about it, and shrugged. "Sometimes, it's actually more graceful to surrender than to fight a lost battle," he said. "Though that's not to say you've lost yet."

Great, she looked ready to kick the hell out of him. He sighed, with his right hand still holding the near-end of his staff, but this time, it was held far out behind him. As he did so, the crystal-wood forming the scythe-like thing below his right fist glowed brightly, then just dissolved into the air. He approached quickly, and suddenly jumped backwards to his right and rotated as he got closer. He pulled the staff in, and physics did its thing, speeding his spin up exponentially.

Light trailed from the tip farthest from Mekryd as he strafed around her in this motion. Suddenly, he crouched and stabbed out at her right knee on the second rotation, slowing the spin down until his nearly stopped. In the same motion he twisted the staff and pull inwards, to catch her even more off balance with the dull scythe he had used.

Should this work, and she fell like he had planned, he'd just stand again in the stance he had used at the start, outside of immediate punching and kicking range. Should it not work... well, he'd figure that out later.

((6/17))

(( It obviously is, if you have to go to the hospital for it. >_>; Unless you were there to pick someone up. ))

Mekryd was already low to the ground in the first place. When he saw, and subsequently, felt, the grip on his staff, he actually went with it, pushing forward. He skimmed the snow, throwing it up everwhere. The knee, and foot missed him entirely due to how low to the ground he was. This left him more or less next to her on the ground. And since she was kicking, she was off balance.

So then Mekryd just played things by ear like he tended to do, and did something he wouldn't have done if there wasn't snow to make it that much either. He did a sort of spinning kick while rotating on his back, reminiscent of the breakdancing style flare, hopefully taking out her legs while also carrying the momentum back into a crouch from him. He'd leap back afterwards, picking up his staff after she hopefully let go of it.

(( 'kay... ))

A small smirk played across his lips as his leaping momentum continued into a few more hops backwards. Their movements had carried them a few yards apart. "Ah, it's so nice to be fighting without doing so for one's life or for others," he said. "But it's not over."

His smile widened for a moment before it disappeared again after he repeated a single word. "Yet." This word seemed to hang in the air, as the other scythe edge dissolved into bright lights, leaving him with just a staff, though there seemed to be a point to its tip.

It seemed like he would have to go on the offensive if this was going to go anywhere. It went against his usual way of fighting, but usually his way of fighting was just to last, not to incapacitate. So... this needed a few adjustments. Mekryd threw his staff like a spear, though he was not aiming to hit her. It simply landed point first in the ground and stayed there, perpendicular to the ground a few feet in front of her, to her left.

The crystal-wood bracelets hanging around his wrists glowed for a moment. Light built up on them until they solidified into the same material as the bracelet, forming arm and wrist guards.

"Hup..." Mekryd grunted as he stepped forward once onto his left foot before leaping forward with his right. A gust of wind aided his movement forward as he strode quickly towards her, arms bent at his sides.

(( Sleeping for tonight. I guess that means we've run out of time (midnight here, fight ends on tuesday, which it is now for me, at least), or at least I think we have... ))

• shrugs and is unsurprised -

Seta Frost Wrote:

I think we would have won if I got to fight... Well Seta. We can always settle it outside the tournament. I wanted to fight you anyway.

Dashboard Wrote:

((GG guys, while I'm not surprised that the results were close, I am surprised that we came out on top. I'm curious to see the points for the individual matches. Well, it was nice having the opportunity to throw down against you all and compared to the other fights, ours was pretty tame. No 5-page long OOC flame wars. Thanks for being great sports.))

((GG.. =D

On the bright side, I met all of you. And thats one less thing to worry about... ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Seta Frost Wrote:

I think we would have won if I got to fight... Well Seta. We can always settle it outside the tournament. I wanted to fight you anyway. Sounds fun. Good matches BIA. It was an....enticing read.