HoH season 08. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
Sun Dec 23, 2007 9:49 pm · id 138439142 · page 1
Eastern Basement Arena
Underneath the Leviathan Stadium, a large area has been cleared and divided up into four sections.
Upon the stony floor of the underground, a wooden platform has been brought in with a cloth mat stretched across it tightly. This will serve as the extra stage for the preliminary rounds of Heaven or Hell, where the fighters show their talent to the event coordinators, because there was an unanticipated greater number of applicants.
Preliminary Round fights have no time limit, but fights must be completed before the current round ends.
Fights go ten posts long.
A single penalty flag counts as a failed test.
Sun Dec 23, 2007 11:23 pm · id 138447244 · page 1
.001 would walk into the basement area. It would seem as though it was a tiny bit old. Maybe they haven’t used it in awhile he thought. He would stare around in somewhat of an amazement. Wondering if his opponent would poof out of the gloomy darkness that surrounded the arena. Noticing the large clearing and matt he would know this was the place. Unknown would pull on the left side of his tactical vest. It would be jet black and reach just below is abdomen. Tugging on the three large belt clips on his vest he would tighten the vest. Once secured he would walk closer into the lit portion of the basement.
It would look not to shabby. But still he saw no opponent. This would be ok, he could wait forever if he pleased. All he wanted was a good clean fight. Thinking about it he would remember the name on the roster. Maybe it was someone he knew. ‘Naaaa’ it couldn’t be he thought to himself. The women he knew was named differently, but when ever he heard her name the women would appear in his head. Shaking off all doubt of it being her ,he would take a seat.
“….Now to play the waiting game “
Wed Dec 26, 2007 12:03 pm · id 138646365 · page 1
Boots of brown walk the other fighter into the light of the ring, the light showing a woman with a blond color to her hair, more on the golden side than the usual light hued tone. She was 5' 10" in height, not too big, but not the usual shortness either. She was in her favorite blue jacket, which was worn over a red top. Her pants were blue, with a star design on each side. Though one belt kept them up on her waist, another, yet bigger brown one hung down her left thigh. It was more of a stylish thing.
Athena leaps onto the mat, staring across at the one who was currently sitting in it. It would occur to her that he was her foe, yet she would show some agitation in her expression as her hands rest on her hips.
"Question: what mother would ever call her son 001? You are either a secret agent or a robot with a code number."
Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:15 am · id 138726549 · page 1
.001 would notice the girl enter. He had waited a few days down here in this basement. But all in all it seemed as if it was worth it. He would rise to his feet, and listen to what the girl had to say. Parting his lips and with his hands in his pockets he would answer .
“….I wouldn’t know what a mother is. “
He would grin. The puzzled look on his face would only be met by the hands on her hips. 001 would smile. For he noticed the girl was small in height, but maybe she would be interesting. Seeing at how he stood just over 6ft. He had a short-day dream of her trying to climb on him like a jungle gym. He would shortly chuckle. 001 would reach take his right hand out of his pocket. Reaching up he would push his hair back o get a clear view at the girl.
“Such Beauty…I hope you are as skillful as you are gorgeous “.
He would then now completely walk into the light, standing on his side of the mat he would wait.
“Shall We”
he would say extending his hand out, as if they was going to dance. 001 was a gentlemen there was no need to be all brutal about this.
Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:38 am · id 138727974 · page 1
Her eyes only dim in activity at his little attempt to flatter her, causing her to just have her hands fall from their resting places.
"Save the lines for someone who will fall for them. Let's just do this."
Then she mutters:
"001...yeah right."
This was primarily because she was comparing him to the movie character 007, the much more handsome and witty man, concluding 001 just a side wash to the man. She removes her blue jacket, her arms showing some muscle in their made up, the abs of her exposed stomach matching in tone. She throws her coat off the platform and brings both of her hands to each other, cracking the joints of each. A fingerless glove existed on each one, to give her the comfort she needed for the target show she was about to perform on 001's face. She had already did some warm ups before she came here, so she was loosened up and prepared for the fight.
She spreads her feet, slightly leans her upper body forward, and spreads out her arms to each side, letting them hang while each hand was in a claw-like manner, her fingers bent each at the joint. She looked like she was about to pounce, a grin surfacing onto her face, now moving closer to him with a slow moving of her feet, while making herself move to her left, as well. She was closing in on him, while also pivoting his body's position.
1/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:52 am · id 138728977 · page 1
001 would smile. He would hear her but not really care. Then he would hear he mutter. Which would only cause him to only laugh. For in the future she would be called the girl that was defeated by 001. He would stop fantasizing and watch the girl get all serious. As far as he knew this was only a prelims match, didn’t she want to have fun. Perhaps she was the serious kind. His eyes would begin to scan her movements making fast calculations through his mind. He would then remove both hands from his pockets.
“…Seems like I will need both hands for you……And only you “
With that he would leave her with a sexy wink. He was always trying to flatter a women no matter how ugly she was. Pushing down his weight into his legs he would adjust the straps on his tactical vest. Then he would pat his legs very slowly. He would raise both his arms. So that the right would be guarding his head and chest, and the left would be covering his stomach area. Both forearms would be curved slightly ,pointed at the opponent. Then his right leg would push outwards, planting firmly to the ground. While the left would balance itself the toes ever so slightly bobbing up and down off the ground. With that down he would begin to bounce to his own beat, Much like a hunter does its prey he would keep his distance while going around her, much like in a wide circle. He would smile occasionally to show he was still only having fun. His skin pigment on his hands would turn to a purplish hue, a small smoke like effect emanating from his body. It would be purple smoke, the mysterious energy would be all natural and all deadly. For he wasn’t going to kill her. He was only charging it for if it needed to be used.
1/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:59 am · id 138729413 · page 1
She was practically zoning out his words now. At this point, he was going to regret saying anything to her like that. Her fingers were impatiently moving, as her facing would keep with 001 as he moved around. His stance was recognized to her, which made her smile even more. The distance was getting closer and closer as he tried to keep a considerable distance. If he stepped back too much, he could fall off the edge of the platform. So she would be cornering him soon. Eventually, she would be within his arms' reach, which then she feints a charge with her upper body quickly leaning forward, having her left foot slide in a quick speed by one foot, while letting her hands raise as if she was about to grab him. But she would not proceed with the lunge. It would be just to fake him, to see how he would react.
2/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:08 am · id 138730071 · page 1
001 would still keep him composure. For he would be watching her slowly. For that minute he liked her tactic. Eventually he would run out of ring space. But seriously would it matter? Then he would watch her come for him as if she was going to grab. He would simple sway backwards while moving his torso with him. He would only back up a few inches, but enough to find out she was just trying to scare him. His face would be on standby always playing around and joking with her. Ever so often he would tell her she was cute. But he didn’t mean it really. He would now find himself back into a corner. Maybe it wasn’t really backed into a corner. That’s not how he perceived it.
“…..eh?”
He would say loud enough for here to hear. He was basically challenging her. His words would be sharp and quick, and so was his strikes. A corner would be bad on both ends. Maybe it was the desperation, or the constant struggle involved. But to him it was all the same. The purple energy would further more change his skin color. It was almost done now. Only a matter of time. His eyes always watching her waiting for the right time to strike.
2/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:13 am · id 138730458 · page 1
"Nowhere else to go."
She had him just where she wanted. She saw how he reacted and knew exactly what to do. With herself in striking range, she would raise her arms to change stance. Her hands would be located near the face, her right closer to her face with her left more outwards and at neck level. Both of them were just swaying in movement, like they did not want to stand still for a moment, as Athena's upper body uprights enough to be at a standing level. Both eyes on 001, she jabs out with her left hand, aiming to strike at his nose with a quick punch. It was a come and go type of strike, so it had the best recovery time.
3/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:29 am · id 138731658 · page 1
001 would grin. For his tactic was to get her close enough damage to deal maximum damage. He would keep his eyes on her as she moved. The purple hue growing brighter, signaling it was done charging. While she would throw her jab he would pounce straightforward. His left foot would tap off the floor sending the whole body into her guard. He would push his right foot between her legs , placing his heel in back of her left foot. To keep her in place. Meanwhile the right arm would guard with the back of the forearmcompletely neutralizing her jab. Now his strike would come from the left elbow where is would draw back with momentum the push directly into her solar plexus. He wouldn’t need to hunch over really, since she was only 2 inches shorter than he was. The maneuver itself was fast moving, with excellent speed, leaving little to no time at all for a counter.
3/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:41 am · id 138732614 · page 1
A takedown? It's what she was thinking the moment he charged in like that. He thought he really had it figured out, doing such a thing against her, slamming his entire body into hers. His right arm would push against her left, but she would have it slide right off and over his right shoulder, causing her feet to slide backwards as she opposes against his direction, bringing down her right hand also to rest and grip on his vest at his left shoulder. His elbow will fall short as she sprawls, which meant she was leaning against him with her feet further back. Not only did it stop the tackle early, but kept his feet from getting anywhere near her own. Her head was near his left shoulder, saying cockingly into his ear:
"You're in my yard now."
Suddenly, she would bring her left arm up from his right shoulder and has it revolved around to the left one, pressing more of her body against his as she starts to step her feet forward. His head would suddenly go into a grip from behind with her bicep and forearm, while her right hand crawls down and grips a lower part of his vest near the waist. It would all be happening so quick, he wouldn't have time to raise any of his hands from between their bodies to stop it, since one was near her stomach and the other against her chest area from the guard it performed. If he gets any ideas, she was going to make him hurt before this match is over.
Gripping both places, she would let out a cry, to suddenly raise 001 off the ground, and turn his body upside down into the air. With the balance being lost backwards, she falls in that direction, bringing his body along for the ride in the traditional wrestling maneuver, the suplex, 001's back about to make contact onto the apron. But after executing it, she will not let go because her legs would spiral to her left to try to raise back up and bring him back into the same set up position with his head still under her left armpit.
4/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:08 am · id 138734583 · page 1
001 would smiling very slightly. She had effectively diffused the attack, but as she pushed forward to come near him he would already be performing his counter. While she pushed forward both of his arms would push outwards. He would let out a small grunt as all his force would be exerted into this. His arms would push outwards horizontally. Then he would curve his arms showing and flexing his massive arms. Then circling around with such force, both fist would go slamming into her chest. Since she was already at a angle the attack itself would knock her off balance. His legs would push forward every so often, and maintain stability to the entire body.
Much like a push but with bare knuckles and such. Since the distance was so short between them, his arms would need to draw back then stop short while it impacted her chest area. Along with the attack would be the energy he had gathered in his hands. Such energy would erupt in a violent nature. Bypassing her defenses it would cause maximum damage.
4/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:14 am · id 138735074 · page 1
She was already near him. More like in clinch, so hitting her chest wasn't going to really help at this point unless he wanted to squeeze his fists through the narrow spacing. But then again, his punch wasn't normal. It would be the help from his energy burst that would allow him to hit her how he wished, causing her to grit her teeth as she suddenly loses grips due to the pain and is suddenly struck back. Her feet try to keep her from falling, but she eventually lands onto her behind.
Her arms now cross her front, showing agitation at the sudden attack against her. She was hurting, but not as much as he would have hoped. The expression on her face, after all, was being motivated more by anger than pain. Relaxing herself with an exhale of breath, she brings herself back to her feet, her expression calmer, but still showing she was no longer in a good mood. Letting her hands brush off the impacted area of her red top, which had a little wear to it, she cracks her neck with a circling of her head and returns to the stance like before: legs spread, arms out, stance a bit hunched over, and hands ready to grab.
She closes the distance with her moving again.
5/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:22 am · id 138735687 · page 1
001 would switch it up a bit. He would open his hands and hunch over a small amount. His body would take his other very well known stance. Maybe it was true he was going to lose this one. But he didn’t mind much. He would then move in closer very slowly. He was hoping to meet her face to face in battle now. That cheap shot was the last one he would do. His feet would be strafing around her once again in a circle. But moving in at a faster rate now, rather then outwards. His fingers moving ever so freely. He would then smack both hands together cracking his knuckles. Then the would raise in a defensive formation. The purple hue once again gathering in his hands.
“….eh?”
He would challenge her once more. Since they would meet each other in proximity is such a small amout of time. It would be a short battle from here on out.
5/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:27 am · id 138736104 · page 1
She would be smarter at the point, now taking notice of the coloring of his hands, feeling a rise of energy in his direction. Her muscles were tensing and relaxing, showing she was testing how she was going to take this man down, creating many different scenarios in her mind. When they return to close range once again, she would immediately charge forward, having her arms go around and attempt to wrap around his legs, at least at the thighs. Her head would be lowered and her left shoulder about to collide into his stomach. Her right foot would be the forward, bending and keeping her stance stable. Succeeding will have her pull his legs inward while rising with her strength to attempt to send him onto his back with a fierce takedown.
6/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:41 am · id 138737318 · page 2
001 would have his opening. As he went down he would lash out His brutish nature would take over as both of his hands would push forward. Both hands would grab her around the waist. He could easily lift her with ease since he benched around 300lbd. He would then lift her up flipping her over to the point her legs would be dangling over his shoulders. Still holding her by the waist he would then lift her up just a small amount to rid the fear of her putting some leg lock on his neck. The grab would be very quick in nature. With his body bending over slightly to lift her.
6/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:49 am · id 138738067 · page 2
-How are you taking someone down when you are being lifted up. The move was done as you was coming forward. Thus picking up before anyforce was enacted-
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:50 am · id 138738215 · page 2
((You said "as he went down" so I assumed you let the takedown happen. Plus, you also made no reference to how you defended against the takedown attempt. Just the arm movement.))
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:52 am · id 138738352 · page 2
Glorious Athena Wrote:
((You said "as he went down" so I assumed you let the takedown happen. Plus, you also made no reference to how you defended against the takedown attempt. Just the arm movement.))
- I forgot that s...so its a she-
Thu Dec 27, 2007 10:54 am · id 138738623 · page 2
((Wow, that makes a huge difference. Okay, I'll repost.))
Thu Dec 27, 2007 11:00 am · id 138739145 · page 2
She felt herself suddenly being flipped up, obviously overhead. As she turned upside, her hands will still take a grab at his body, to have herself take a grip just around the waist and behind the thighs. That is where his rise will stop her. Both of her legs would clasp the both sides of his head, his hunched allowing enough space to grip. And with a sudden change in motion, energy flows to her legs as she pulls forward and to her right, aiming to send him to the ground with an aerial leg throwing maneuver. She had strength and speed on her side, so bringing him to the ground in this way wasn't hard.
A Hurricanrana.
7/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:45 pm · id 138784826 · page 2
001 would be surprised she would be trying to do this. He would simply buckle his legs so as she would swing backwards he would jerk her back with a lot of force. Enough to grab he back up, hopefully up to his head like he had originally planned. It would be to late for her to try something for as he jerked her back up. He would jump up from a semi crouched position. He would go up about a half a foot in the air. The swiftness of the move and power would leave her about no time to react with a decent move. Then with so much force he would come crashing down. Pushing her down he would slam her back into the ground. It would have enough force to shake her up into a stunned position. The impact would obviously cause her to lye there for awhile before moving, due to pain. 001 would be positioned around her in a sitting position. He would simply not end there. He hands would slide down from her waist to her ankles with ease. Getting to his feet he would keep them in hand.
“….Eh wake up you!!! “
He would say to her while she was sprawled out on the floor.
7/10
Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:40 pm · id 138805572 · page 2
Lazenca, known for eating at all times and especially before fighting, was currently holding a Gala apple. He remembered a time when he used to think that they were called "Gaia" apples, but that was because a fruit vendor had the name in small caps. I's looking like l's and all.
"This is a Gala apple," his four voices quietly spoke. "It is made of..."
He took a bite.
"...Nevermind."
Fri Dec 28, 2007 1:22 am · id 138820273 · page 2
Korso decended the stairs that lead from Leviathan statium down to the basement.As he reached the bottom of the stairs he took a few moments to scan the area.He know which area was the one were he'd been assigned to fight but he rather know the place better.Without waiting long he continued to the Eastern section of the basement in a casual pace.When he neared the wooden platform someone caught his eye.Which was enough to cause him to slow down as he continued to one of the empty benches positioned near the platform...The being eatting what appeared to be a apple brought memories of the two who'd came to kill Luo.Weithe or not it was one of the same or not he looked like it but he forced himself to put the memories off.He slipped his long worn trenchcoat off leaving just the leather vest over his bare chest and placed it on the bench.Once that was done he turned towards the wooden platform ready to began Preliminary.
Fri Dec 28, 2007 6:40 am · id 138827324 · page 2
He stood when the guy came, arms outstretched and doing a small windmill to get them loose. A little leg action-- right up, left up, high step-- and he threw the apple at Korso's head. He'd see it coming when he turned around, and didn't have much time to decide what to do about it. Upon impact, it would crack while hitting with the force of a fastpitch.
[disk 0, track 1]
Fri Dec 28, 2007 7:49 am · id 138830339 · page 2
Buckling his legs would not suffice, however, for stopping this powerbomb counter, because it was just like having his head being grabbed on by someone's hand and then thrown right across the floor with brute strength. He was being pulled forward and to his left, toppling his upper weight as if someone was pushing him, so trying to buckle his legs weren't enough with such an immediate motion.
001's other mistake was that he believed he could bring Athena right back into the intended rise. Her body was upside with her back against the front of his torso, so he no longer had that grip that he started out with, as she had her arms around his waist to have stopped the rise in the first place. Hugging against her would be the only jerking he could accomplish as his head is being pulled on. But instead of her having little time to perform any counter, it would instead be he, the Hurricanrana going into motion to send 001 slamming toward the ground.
In other words, his own reaction to her performing the move would unfortunately not stop her, Athena's body bending up as she used her physical power and the current momentum to pull 001 by his head and throw him. When you wrestled as long as she did, you always had a way to turn the situation back into your favor. Powerbombs were one of the common, and thus easier moves to counter.
8/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 7:56 am · id 138830689 · page 2
Korso saw the apple coming in time to move his head out of the way but as he tilted his right hand shot up to try and instantively catch it.However it was too late for him and as he tilted his head the apple barely struck the the side of his face barely hitting the left eyebrow.The apple didn't do much but busted the skin open where the apple had hit.Alittle blood ran free but nothing threating to anything but his ego.Within a few seconds he was standing straight again and taking the jesture as it was ment then was on the balls of his feet and his hands up in a fighting stance similar to a boxers.Daring Lazenca to proceed.
1/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:13 am · id 138835289 · page 2
Lazenca wasn't expecting the frozen apple to KO him, though that would've been pretty funny. He pointed at Korso, then walked to the center apparently annoyed. His left arm was under his cloak, and the right went horizontal across his face. A foot or so out so that if pushed, it wouldn't immediately hit him in the mouth. Like this, his opponent could easily see the bracer, half-greaves, and metal belt Laz was wearing.
"One thousand years too soon. If you don't come to me... then I'll make you pay for my next meal. That was a pretty good apple!"
His hair was kinda blue. It happens, but not a lot.
[disk 0, track 2]
Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:32 am · id 138836760 · page 2
So the girl was quick and powerful with the legs. Perhaps he underestimated it but the fall itself wouldn’t do much harm to him. When he flipped over he would land in a low crouched position. Since she was obviously shorter than him, his height would give him leverage. So he would land on his feet rather than his a**. Now Athena would have been behind him, in a low crouched, or on the floor position. Which would be at the end of all Hurricanrana’s . 001 would not even think about it. As soon as he landed he was already twisting his body to turn around. Not even fully turned around he would launch out like a animal. His arms open and such. He would attempting to tackle her from behind. Or better yet just pounce on her from behind. Obviously he outweighed her, and had more strength than her. She was left in the dark leaving her back turned to him. Now he knew was the chance to strike.
8/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:03 am · id 138839227 · page 3
All Hurricanranas but hers, because the move would have her end up on her behind, with her facing entirely to him, mainly since he was so reluctant to keep himself from rolling about the ring, her feet would not lose their direction at the man. As she bends her legs toward herself, she just watches 001 get up quickly and launch himself at what he thought was an unaware Athena, when in truth it was an Athena ready to follow up her moves.
He pounces, but his huge body will hit the apron as all Athena had to do was roll out of the way to her right, stop on all fours midway, and suddenly pounce onto his back as he would land, having both of her arms go around his stomach area. He may have weighed more, but when it came to strength, she was just as strong. His large body would be no hardship for her. Both of her feet on the floor and widely spaced, she would rise with bulging muscles, her inner ki flowing through her arms and legs to enhance their performance, rising the man off the ground. Her mouth was open, a loud battle cry released from her lungs.
Letting her back lean backwards, she would release him midway, to throw the massive man right over her, the Release German Suplex being the name of this technique. And no matter how much he tried to maneuver his body this time, he was going to be tossed right out of the ring onto the sandy floor that surrounded the platform, while her back will hit the apron.
9/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:16 am · id 138840261 · page 3
001 may have been bigger than her but it would apparent one of his natural talents was advanced gymnastics. So he would be thrown big deal. As he body flew he would tuck himself into a fetal position type state. Coming down he spring out into a backwards layout. By shifting his weight in the air would thus lower her throwing range. He would lower if by changing his body shape to take more wind under his body. Thus causing more less wind resistance. Also only sending him to the rings edge. He would still come down with a loud thud as both of his legs would slam into the ground. But just like before he would pounce back up but this time he would dash outwards. He would reach her in like no time at all. Now he wanted to finish this. Now at his top speed . Once into her range he would raise his leg coming down with an axe kick. His foot now glowing a bright purple would come slamming down onto the women on the ground. If hit it would surely knock her out, for the energy once again would be violently erupting from his foot with much power. Even if blocked she would only muzzle the effects for a second. But the pain will still be felt.
9/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:33 am · id 138841795 · page 3
She performs another body roll, to her left this time, and looks ahead to see her opponent slowing himself to a stop in that wild recovery technique. She would be standing to her feet as he does the same, and would run at him before he even got the chance to. But when he does get to his feet, his blind rage to get to her quickly would instead be met by the appearance of an outstretched right arm, his neck being the target as she stood to his right in her own, less speedy run.
A clothesline will catch him right under his jaw and straight into his neck, hooking him against her bicep. The air in his throat would momentarily be cut off as she held on tight, continuing to step forward as she used her strength to reverse his direction, both of his feet likely leaving the ground since their motion would be able to continue forward.
And with a push off, he would be sent directly flying backwards, his body hurling through the air and right where he was suppose to have previously gone: right off the edge of the ring. Her own would have her leaned forward with her left foot being the forward, her entire right arm stretched out to show the direction and amount of strength she put into her attack, her chest growing and decreasing in size as she breathed. That would soon be slowed with paced breaths.
10/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:50 am · id 138843287 · page 3
001 would smile. For the close line would be un expected. But he knew something was going to come out of her. Once again he was ready for her. As the arm would come he would sway backwards to give himself some room as she came for him. Then both his hands would shoot up, while his whole body moved out of the way of the way of the arm. The hands would firmly grasp around her wrist, then with all his might would pull her in a fast motion. Thus he would continue to spin her around, he feet eventually removing themselves from the ground. He would still continue to swing until he was going around for the fifth time. Then with that he would let go. Her body flying out of the ring. Hitting one of the post that held up the basement itself. He would smack his hands together as if brushing off the dust and stuff from them. He would then smile.
“That’s how you get a job done “
10/10
Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:55 am · id 138843696 · page 3
Since he moved out of the way, her right arm would swing forward for a heavy miss through the air. His arms would miss their grab, for they would be practically out of the way of one another, added to the fact that she was going to take notice of him getting out of the way anyway. With her feet bringing her to a stop, she would watch 001 twirl himself, probably heading for the ground since he wildly tried to pull her into his unorthodox throw.
Standing there near the edge, she would have her right hand resting on her hip while her left arm hung down her side, just staring at him with a confused expression on her face, as if she could not understand whether he was winging this all or just couldn't wrestle at all. She knew one thing was for certain: her image of the normal woman was out of the window for him and the judges.
"Are you done rolling around there, Mr Bond?"
Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:38 am · id 138847711 · page 3
001 would realize the women advert the move all together. Then he would turn around landing a back flip he would keep his distance. He would smile.
"...Your pretty good. But I guess I’m not good enough "
Fri Dec 28, 2007 12:04 pm · id 138850278 · page 3
"If you're not good enough, then you certainly aren't ready for this tournament."
She did not care for showing him some respect, at least in assuring his inferiority, something Athena bathed herself in whenever someone gave such a compliment. But she had heard enough of them to have her shrug them off, just waiting for the next person who can give her the challenge she wanted.
"But I will admit, you are good at keeping on your feet. Let's see if you can take me next time, though, if there ever is one."
She leaps off the platform and moves over to where her coat was lying. Picking it up and shaking free any dirt on it, she pulls it back on, her arms moving through the sleeves. Fixing it nicely onto her body, she heads out the door.
Fri Dec 28, 2007 12:09 pm · id 138850782 · page 3
001 would smile as she talked. hen she woudl walk away. He woudl be watching ehr walk away. SMiling at how how she was. His hands woudl be folded at his chest. He woudl just mock her, he would mumble softly
"...well you not ready for this...blah blah blah"
Smiling he would let out that whistle to signify she was sexy. Then he would yell out.
"...Next time you might give me your number "
With that a purple flame would consume is body. With that he was gone for now.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:13 pm · id 139104986 · page 3
Damion paced the edge of the fighting square impatiently, his eyes shooting towards the entrance way every few seconds as he waited for his opponent to arrive. He wasn't sure what to expect, he was only in the tournament because Maximos recommended he do it, but thanks to some of the things he had seen from watching the other fighters he wasn't sure what his opponent would be able to do. His shield popped up and down on his back with a steady candence as his pacing sped up, hands moving to crack the knuckles on the opposite before he finally stopped and gave a frustrated sigh." There's no use in getting worked up over it is there?" He said to no one in particular, laughing softly to alleviate his stress and get him ready for the fight." Right then, lets get this party started!" Damion said loudly, smiling widely and throwing afew punches at the air in a shadow boxing kind of way. He stood near one of the fighting square corners, examining the ring size and determining how he was going to have to fight this one.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:34 pm · id 139124995 · page 3
The elf stepped into the edge of the Arena, calmly inspecting it with his only still-working eye. Both of his gauntlet-protected hands clenched into fists firmly, then hung out loosely once more. Silent and crude as he was, he didn't even say a word. All he would do was look forward at his opponent with his overly-scarred face.
No Name scanned the man before him carefully, looking at his choice of weaponry, his clothing, his physique. All adequate and fit for a warrior, but would they be enough to defeat him? Would they be enough to delve deeper scars than the ones he had to endure throughout his childhood and most of his life?
And what about Damion? What did -he- suffer? What did he ever go through that could possibly go beyond what he had gone through in the past? Had he lost an eye? A family? A nationality? Dignity? Humanity? Had he lost all hope? All love? All that motivated him?
Had he lost his name?
For some reason, No Name really doubted it.
Thus, his only eye would narrow.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:55 pm · id 139127976 · page 3
The Human male blinked once at the one eyed elf across the ring from him, cocking his head to the side in confusion from the feelings of hostility he was getting here. From the looks of it though, and the description he had been given, this would be his opponent. Never one to be rude, he smiled and lifted a hand," Hiya! Names Damion! I take it your my opponent for the day?" He said brightly, his tone and stance turning to one of open friendliness as he started out into the arena towards No Name, extending the lifted hand in a kind of handshake. His eyes never left his opponents, despite the fact that he was indeed creeped out by this, no demon back home had ever been this....well, angry looking. " I didn't see your name on the summons though mate, care to give it or do I get it after the fight?" He asked, laughing alittle at the end to show he was joking, if only alittle. His right hand extended, his left hand was settled on the hilt of his hip sword, ready to pull at the slightest notion. Damion was friendly, not stupid.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:12 pm · id 139130486 · page 3
Unfortunately for Damion, at the end of the extended hand was an unimpressed elf, looking up at the man with little regards to his attempts at being social. His single green eye simply focused on the man's eyes, not another single gesture of welcome or recognition of his existence. Just a blank, if focused, stare.
Regardless of how very reluctant he might've been of talking with the creature infront of him, he still had to give him an explination of why he had not seen a name on the roster... despite how much he hated it. To him, it was like he was crippled for life, and it wasn't being crippled that annoyed him, it was when people asked him why he was crippled that he got annoyed. He couldn't blame them, but he sure as hell thought they could at the very least stay quiet about it so that he wouldn't have to repeat the same thing over and over.
His opponent knew no better, just like the rest of them...
"I have no name."
Having ignored the hand of the other man completely, the elf turned around and walked to the other side of the arena, his steps rather quiet, breaking the 'noise activity' that Damion had brought up and almost sucking it out of the air. No Name turned around once more to face his opponent, and sighed. Both of his hands clenched into fists, and the one-eyed crow exhaled thoroughly as they rose up to about chest level in a boxer's stance. His legs parted just slightly. He was ready.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:22 pm · id 139131740 · page 3
Damion stopped when his hand wasn't taken, blinking alittle before arching an eyebrow slowly," Well then....." He muttered, frowning before shrugging. He watched his scarred opponent walk away, sighing alittle before noting the elf's stance." Oh, well then let's get this party started huh?" He said, smiling again and shifting into his own stance. He adjusted until his left side was to No Name, sliding that same foot out and pointing the toes so that they face the same way as his shoulders. His right foot did the same, his body dropping into a slight crouch was the two feet went into a heel to toe stance, his right fist cocking back and pressing tight to his ribs, his left hand extending, fingers curled slightly and pointing towards the elf, his head facing towards his opponent. " Whenever your ready mate." He said softly, all business now as he settled in to the stance proper.
Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:39 pm · id 139134012 · page 3
Hm. It seemed his opponent wasn't planning on using his weapons. Somewhat regrettable, since he had faced armed opponents with his gauntlets alone... but No Name wasn't going to let him in on that.
Regardless, at the moment his tattered long ears heard Damion's readyness, No Name breathed in, then suddently dashed back at Damion.
His feet moved his weight around fast, enough to get his charge to increase his speed to 19 mph. At the moment of nearing Damion's personal space, No Name's left arm extended to his left in what seemed to be a lariat strike straight at Damion's face, while his right hand simply guarded his face and his chest.
With sheer will alone, his body would conjure the powers of magick to his aid, surging across his whole body and increasing his strength exponentially.
Magic Ability Wrote:
Mana Boost: As an elf, his blood is intricately tied to magic. As such, he can bring out sudden bursts of magical energy and give himself a boost of strength, speed or precision. The boost usually increases any of these particular traits by two, and can be used as a subconscious second nature of his elven blood (he does it without realizing it). His strength is suddently increased from being able to deliver hard-felt blows to full-on lethal blows. His dexterity and speed is increased from being able to do a summersault to being able to do a summersault while holding a cup upright and from running at 18 mph to running at 35 mph. His precision goes from being able to shoot a man fifteen football fields away (remember, he's an elf), to being able to shoot a dime at the same distance. However, it also wastes his magic power whenever he uses it for a different purpouse (each stat modified lasts 5 turns unless this ability is used to modify another ability, in which case the MP cost is wasted again and the new stat meant to be modified replaces the previous one), and thus, little by little, he will not be able to use this ability anymore. This ability is a spell-like ability, as it uses magic to bring it's effects into play.
MP Cost: 15 per different use
[Mana Boost Activated: Str - Post 1]
[MP: 135/150]
Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:00 pm · id 139136469 · page 3
It better than Damion could have hoped for. His body tensed at the sudden charge, but by force of will he relaxed enough to give his body a little elasticity. Watching the left fist come around was the easy part, the hard part was getting his left hand in the right spot. He adjusted fast however, snapping the hand out into No Names elbow crease and gripping at the bicep. He didn't have to really block the strike if his opponent's arm couldn't reach now could he? His body already turning, the humans right arm flashed out from it's coiled position, hips snapping around and his right foot pushing forward to put all of his body weight behind it, rolling the wrist over midpunch so that the back of his hand was towards the ceiling, his arm slightly cocked to keep the arm from breaking. The fist was heading straight for No Names solar plexus, the soft spot between the stomach and the ribs, right where the ribs split. Wether or not it hit was to be seen, but if it did it'd probably hurt like a b***h.
Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:29 pm · id 139316333 · page 4
It was obvious Damion wasn't much of a brawler. The move had been executed rather well, until it came time for Damion to strike. With both their left arms in the way of the oncoming strike to No Name's solar plexus, it was a rather interrupted strike that was prone to failure or to hitting very sloppily. And No Name would exploit that the instant he felt the body before him move to face him and witness the fist coming at him with his left eye.
As his left arm was still being grabbed by Damion's hand, No Name simply put their arms in the way of the strike with a jank of his arm towards the strike.
"Hmph!"
Regardless of whose limb would be struck, at the same time, No Name's right arm came below both arms and sent three quick fists in a single bound, all aimed at Damion's lower ribs, aiming to suck the air out of the human before him and enable him to go for the finishing blow.
Magic Ability Wrote:
Fist Burst: A flurry of blows used with his gauntlets at incredible speeds using all his strength and a mixture of magic. This attack uses atleast three quick punches performed in under a second in a burst while the fists have been charged with magical energy. Right after the strike is dealt, the magical energy that was displaced into the target combusts in a moderate explosion, emulating a fire burst spell. This explosion has the strength of a house-made bomb, possibly causing heavy damage to a limb if not severing it. This is a spell-like ability.
MP Cost: 30 per use
With the increased strength of his mana boost and the strength of his gauntlets, the strike would probably not only suck the air out of Damion, but break a rib or two, and with the speed it was being used at and at the time it was being used (right where Damion's fist was being interrupted by the clever blocking motion of the elf), it was an almost sure hit.
[Mana Boost Activated: Str - Turn 2]
[MP: 105/150]
Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:35 pm · id 139317090 · page 4
It was a good move, a good block, and Damions eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened and exactly what went wrong. He could feel some of his ribs break under the impacts of No Names gauntlet's, his body kind of curling around the fist and atleast minimizing just how much damage was really being done. It still hurt like no one's business though, and his face showed it in the form of a wince, atleast until it was replaced with anger. His breath had already been expended with his first punch, now he was just pissed. Using the punches as an excuse and a rather convenient springboard, he jumped back, arms tight in to his sides to protect his already damaged ribs. " Well now...." He managed, coughing abit thanks to the pain he was getting with each breath. " This is going to be even harder than I thought."
Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:54 pm · id 139319182 · page 4
Once he felt his right fist land thrice into the opponent's ribs, he found Damion retreating.
"NOT SO FAST!"
Unceasing in his assault and not willing to stop any time soon, he ran right after Damion as soon as Damion's feet left the ground. After a short sprint forward, following Damion and keeping his distance from Damion within arm, No Name let his feet slide down to the ground and sweep kick the landing Damion, to cause him to trip right before his feet landed. One of the many rules of battle: never jump without a backup plan.
With an abrupt landing, and his ribs as they were, the pain threshold would be inmense.
[Mana Boost Activated: Str - Turn 3]
[MP: 105/150]
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:00 pm · id 139320008 · page 4
" You shoul-!" He began, until his feet swept out from under him. Of course, with a rounded object on ones back, rolling becomes a way of life, and the Human was back in a crouch in moments, stifling a scream but not moving anymore, his body curled into a kind of ball, his shield now guarding his head as he balanced on his feet. The Shield vibrated on his arm ominously.
Quote: Wow That's bright... : the shield begins to hum ominusly, the edges of it's mirror-like surface brightening until in a blinding flash of light the energy flashes outwards, much like a camera. The enemy is perhaps blinded, or they atleast closed their eyes like intelligent people.
Thanks to being behind the weapon, Damion wouldn't be blinded by the sudden flash, and hopefully it would give him some time to rest and put away the pain, a fine spray of blood coming out with his first breath to coat his uplifted arm. Even if No Name was able to ignore the flash, he'd just hit the shield if he tried kicking the crouched man.
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:09 pm · id 139321133 · page 4
Right after the elf sweep-kicked Damion into the ground, he stood up and followed right after him. When the shield suddently blinded him, No Name growled and recoiled his face to the side, shutting his eye.
Regardless, No Name would not cease his assault under any circumstances. He would rage on into the enemy, as was his style of fighting. He bounded up into the air and grabbed his left hand with his right hand, and came down with a strong, indomitable double-fist strike, using both of his hands with all his might to crash the shield down onto the man behind it.
He was not going to let Damion rest. Not for a bit.
[Mana Boost Activated: Str - Turn 4]
[MP: 105/150]
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:14 pm · id 139321782 · page 4
" ******** me!" He muttered, scooting backwards away from the blinded elf, letting his opponent swing infront of him, but not on him." Come on Bright Eyes!" He snarled, using the fist smashing attack of his opponent as a cover, swinging a backhand that came from one hip up and across, putting as much strength as he could into it. His ribs screamed with pain, but it only fueled his anger and the strength he put behind the attack. His shield had moved to allow the attack, but it was still close to his side.
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:23 pm · id 139322864 · page 4
The backhand attack came at him and slapped him across his scarred face as he descended down onto the air with both arms, but only managed to anger No Name, hardly making any damage on him.
The moment his twin-hand attack was over, he opened his eye again, which was mostly covered by a pretty big yellow afterimage of the bright shield; but with which he could atleast see.
"GRAAAAHHHH!!!"
He pounced Damion with both of his arms positioned in a cross infront of No Name's face and chest as he pounced, attempting to throw the man onto the ground and start battering the shield or his body into a pulp. No Name still knew that the man had other weapons he could use, and was aware that behind the shield could be his defeat, taking cover and waiting for the opportune moment.
He was weary and paying close attention.
[Mana Boost: Str - Post 5]
[MP: 105/150]
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:33 pm · id 139324111 · page 4
" Never let your feet off the ground." Damion said, smirking. Yeah, he was probably going to pay for this, but it was too perfect. His right arm extended out behind him made for the perfect attack for his leaping enemy, his legs providing a stable base as he snapped that right arm back around, almost like a punch but his hand was wide open. The claw like hand shot past No Names arms as he rotated his right side around, putting his left arm away from the crazed elf. His hand was aiming for his opponents throat, and if it reached it's mark, the was only one solution. Choke slam. His left arm basically useless, it kept his shield up at his side. Even if he missed, all the elf would do was run into his side, and he wasn't near to big enough to knock him over without hurting himself in the process. The world was starting to swim too, not at all a good sign, and Damion wasn't sure if he could stay standing for much longer. This was a last ditch attack effort if anything.
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:45 pm · id 139325735 · page 4
Unfortunately for Damion, that had been the very reason why No Name had his arms put in a crossed position infront of his face. It was meant to protect from oncoming strikes, such as the one Damion had attempted at that time.
Because both of his shoulders were nicely tucked in, the grab failed and only ended up hitting No Name's (coincidentially enough) only metal shouldercover, that protected his left shoulder. This would either cause the man's hand to hurt after the attempt, or break one of his fingers.
Still, Damion's attack had managed to spare him the worst: No Name ending up over him and battering the crap out of him... atleast, for now. It caused No Name to end up clumsily landing against Damion's side, his gauntlets thudding against his shoulders and his chest and Damion's figure, and then simply making No Name fall to the right on the ground.
Quickly, No Name rose to his feet with a roll of his body and an impulse of his arms once he was facing the ground. When he rose, his guard was already up and around his face and chest, protecting from oncoming attacks as he turned to face Damion. No Name had to give this man some credit: he had successfully stopped his assaults.
End of round one. Now round two would commence.
[MP: 105/150]
Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:54 pm · id 139326762 · page 4
Damion, however, had no such thoughts about attacking, instead busying himself with shaking his hand rapidly to ease the pain away, coupling this with deep breaths to keep the world from going black." Ow, ow.....son of a whore ow!" He growled, paying only alittle attention to his opponent, since the thing that hurt the most was his hand. " And here I thought you'd be nice and light and throwable.....oh well." He muttered, flexing his hand once before looking back at No Name, frowning. " But I do know one thing, This is far more irritating than gutting a demon, even a fish demon. So.....Catch!"
Quote: Catch! : Damion flings his shield at the opponent, crying 'catch!' at the top of his lungs while running behind said shield, using it as a distraction.
The Instant his shield left his arm, Damion took off like a man on fire. He was atleast 2 steps behind the shield, in the event that No Name would instead try to dodge the shield. His right fist cocked back, his left arm held infront of him as if his shield were still there.
((6/10))
Tue Jan 01, 2008 5:31 pm · id 139331844 · page 4
No Name stared down the human before him, his only eye frowning and looking straight into his eyes, as his guard continued to protect him rather well, panting ever so slightly from the onslaught of strikes he had delivered not too long ago, taking the time the human took speaking to rest up a bit for the next attack.
Then, a wince.
As soon as the shield was thrown, No Name's figure charged up with energy for the next assault.
Magic Ability Wrote:
Mana Boost: As an elf, his blood is intricately tied to magic. As such, he can bring out sudden bursts of magical energy and give himself a boost of strength, speed or precision. The boost usually increases any of these particular traits by two, and can be used as a subconscious second nature of his elven blood (he does it without realizing it). His strength is suddently increased from being able to deliver hard-felt blows to full-on lethal blows. His dexterity and speed is increased from being able to do a summersault to being able to do a summersault while holding a cup upright and from running at 18 mph to running at 35 mph. His precision goes from being able to shoot a man fifteen football fields away (remember, he's an elf), to being able to shoot a dime at the same distance. However, it also wastes his magic power whenever he uses it for a different purpouse (each stat modified lasts 5 turns unless this ability is used to modify another ability, in which case the MP cost is wasted again and the new stat meant to be modified replaces the previous one), and thus, little by little, he will not be able to use this ability anymore. This ability is a spell-like ability, as it uses magic to bring it's effects into play.
MP Cost: 15 per different use
No Name simply awaited until the shield was close enough and then...!
"HMPH!!"
Tue Jan 01, 2008 5:38 pm · id 139332863 · page 4
Damion never stood a chance, and neither did his human body. While Catch never really worked, it normally kept the enemy distracted for amoment at the least. But how could he fight against an opponent that fast? He didn't even have time to blink before the first punches hit, ripping him apart in an orgy of blood and bone. That's what happens when a punch hits you moving faster than 20 miles an hour and fueled by magic. He didn't scream, atleast there was that. He didn't make a single noise as he died, his internal organs destroyed thanks to the punches, his blood spraying out what was left of his back.
Tue Jan 01, 2008 5:51 pm · id 139334784 · page 4
No Name finished his run a yard or two away from Damion, his breath heavily panting due to the force he excerted not a second ago.
When he turned around, he frowned... looking at the man on the floor... He walked up to him, knowing that the attack had at the very least completely dismantled most of his organs from the looks of things, but maybe there was a chance he could still be alive. No Name reached for a pulse, taking off his gauntlet and then firmly placing his index and middle fingers on his neck.
...dead...
"This won't fare well with the judges..."
No Name should've forseen this, but with the kind of barbarians that he usually faced, his speed and strength had to be used at their fullest. He didn't expect the kid to fall a prey so easily to the attack enough to kill him. Though, those kind of attacks had been damn well effective against a good ammount of orcs and had pretty much thrown them aside like flies... but never killed them. Not like this.
He sighed, and simply grimaced as he stood up.
"...you fought well... for whatever it's worth..."
No Name knew the rules of the tournament. He didn't know what this particular outcome meant, considering he had not done it on purpouse, but considering, as well, that it was the preliminaries. He put his right arm under his left arm, which proceeded to comb his long blonde hair back. Then, he simply walked away, putting his gauntlet back around it's rightful hand, taking note to perhaps take it a bit easier with the other combatants if they were human.