HoH season 08. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
MOVER DAM PRECIPICE
Fight on the top of the dam. Behind one edge is the reservoir, behind the other is a long fall. Special ring-out rules.
Terrain
General - The fighting area will consist of the top section of the dam, fourty meters wide from one side to the other.
Weapons - None.
Bonus Effects - Getting thrown off of either side will result in an instant ringout.
Having always been the night owl, Hunter Graves makes his way toward the edge of the Dam, staying off the edge for now, assuming his opponent would arrive from the opposite side, he climbs atop nearby boulders approximately 20 feet from the concrete wall and its path below, sitting down resting to the soothing sound of meditation music typical of the Chaquan training halls he occasioned during the early developmental stages of Raverjutsu.
To his left below, a pool of water high above the chasm to his right, patiently listening, relaxing, and trying to understand what brought him here.
He wondered when Kenji and Pendragon would arrive, if at all, knowing their dedication to vices of lust (kenji) and God (Pendragon)...
Azel moved onto the dam, wind hitting him and blowing his hair to the side. He looked around and saw that the fighting area wasn't very big. Forty meters wide at the most. As he gazed around he saw someone standing further down the walkway. He guessed it to be someone from the other team. His FIGHTER was on his wrist securely, and he took a step forward. He hated heights. He stopped about 20 feet from the man and looked at him.
"Hey."
He didn't know how this was going to work. Did he need to wait for the others? If so, he hoped they would be there soon.
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:Azel moved onto the dam, wind hitting him and blowing his hair to the side. He looked around and saw that the fighting area wasn't very big. Forty meters wide at the most. As he gazed around he saw someone standing further down the walkway. He guessed it to be someone from the other team. His FIGHTER was on his wrist securely, and he took a step forward. He hated heights. He stopped about 20 feet from the man and looked at him.
"Hey."
He didn't know how this was going to work. Did he need to wait for the others? If so, he hoped they would be there soon.
"Eh blood, got the same big brothuh technophile toy same as m'self, " [he motions to the FIGHTER band on his wrist and points to the opposite side of the dam] "Twould seem we aught to give these folks a good show. Sun should be goin down soon, so why don't we wait till the sun sets and have them start the laser show, you can start on that side over there, and I'll start from here, and we meet somewhere in middle eh?"
-The Arrival-
It was quite a long walk to reach the top of the dam, but Dante was obviously not as insane as he sometimes proved to be. He could very easily lose a bit of energy taking a flight of stairs up over 700 feet, but he decided to take the lesser of the two evils. A light ding! chimed as the stainless steel doors to the elevator slid open. He smiled slyly as he stepped into the elevator that had an interior that matched the exterior. Stainless steel all around him and a fairly small panel that had but one button that read "TOP" in bold black letters. He depressed the button without hesitation and closed his eyes as the lift began to carry him up the long shaft all the way to the top.
Standing before the large stainless steel doors, the wolfish male eyed his distorted reflection. A pair of worn out black denims hugged his hips and a fairly loosely worn collared shirt hung upon his chest. The buttons had only been secured 3/4s of the way up, revealing a good portion of his upper chest. Slowly, he ran his hands over the crimson cotton/polyester to straighten out some of the ruffles. It would all be for naught, because just he finished the elevator would chime once again. The doors slid open and the slender male stepped out onto the hard concrete of the dam's top. The breeze from the high altitude quickly took manipulation of his shirt and long red hair. His hair batted before his face as it moved to the wind's every whim. Dante's monotone expression quickly turned into a fairly toothy grin as he saw his comrade, Azel, standing several feet before him. As he sauntered to the man's side he noticed the man on the far side of the dam.
The enemy.
Dante threw Azel a cocky smirk as he reached the man's side. " Glad to see you got the message on your FIGHTER," Dante said as he began to roll up his sleeves, revealing his own FIGHTER secured on his left wrist. " I suppose I'll take the first one. You and Callista can fight over who goes second. She should be here any moment now." With that being said, Dante would stroll out a couple of feet before Azel with his long black tail swaying behind him.
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:-The Arrival-
It was quite a long walk to reach the top of the dam, but Dante was obviously not as insane as he sometimes proved to be. He could very easily lose a bit of energy taking a flight of stairs up over 700 feet, but he decided to take the lesser of the two evils. A light ding! chimed as the stainless steel doors to the elevator slid open. He smiled slyly as he stepped into the elevator that had an interior that matched the exterior. Stainless steel all around him and a fairly small panel that had but one button that read "TOP" in bold black letters. He depressed the button without hesitation and closed his eyes as the lift began to carry him up the long shaft all the way to the top.
Standing before the large stainless steel doors, the wolfish male eyed his distorted reflection. A pair of worn out black denims hugged his hips and a fairly loosely worn collared shirt hung upon his chest. The buttons had only been secured 3/4s of the way up, revealing a good portion of his upper chest. Slowly, he ran his hands over the crimson cotton/polyester to straighten out some of the ruffles. It would all be for naught, because just he finished the elevator would chime once again. The doors slid open and the slender male stepped out onto the hard concrete of the dam's top. The breeze from the high altitude quickly took manipulation of his shirt and long red hair. His hair batted before his face as it moved to the wind's every whim. Dante's monotone expression quickly turned into a fairly toothy grin as he saw his comrade, Azel, standing several feet before him. As he sauntered to the man's side he noticed the man on the far side of the dam.
The enemy.
Dante threw Azel a cocky smirk as he reached the man's side. " Glad to see you got the message on your FIGHTER," Dante said as he began to roll up his sleeves, revealing his own FIGHTER secured on his left wrist. " I suppose I'll take the first one. You and Callista can fight over who goes second. She should be here any moment now." With that being said, Dante would stroll out a couple of feet before Azel with his long black tail swaying behind him.
"Ah, good to see this team 'as its own cap'n. Seems a bit rare nowadays t' see good leada-ship among men" [Graves hops down from the rocks above to the left and jumps toward the entrance. Eying the depth below and the vast amount of water to his left].
"So it seems it will be you and me." [he fiddles for a moment with the latches of his clothing, - more a sequence of genuine leather belts interwoven with some sort of dark heavy canvas below. His long trench coat seems somewhat tattered and unconventional it it's array, the slightest motion while facing the ever changing wind reveals the wooden pommel of the zatoichi to his right rear. His hair seems longish, and might be white, but catches the light of the sunset and Dam lighting becoming a flowing, pulsing rainbow. The only consistency in the color seems to be a long black streak down the middle browline. His fingerless gloves motion momentarily with some sort of mp3 device...]
Enter: Callista Tenma
Light footsteps barely sounded against the hard cement top of the vast dam. Callista Tenma's figure appeared on the opposite side of the dam, fashioning a heavy, black sweater and a tight pair of tiny black, latex shorts. She thought she heard several whistles from the distant crowd, and the flashes of cameras blinded her.
Her heavy leather boots led her further into the stage which her team and their opponents would take. She glanced at her fighter, and looked at the names of team Flashback. A team she knew nothing about, nor did she really care. And her expression relayed this. The red head eyed the opposition lazily, before turning to her lover, listening to his instructions as he spoke to Azel.
Azel....
She eyed him too, this would be their first meeting, shameful to say, at the least. Callista slowly nodded, wincing her eyes as the wind shot through her, goosebumps instantly rising over her bare thighs.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea... Maybe I should conjure a fire... she proposed, but thought better of it. It might cause interference with the fight...
"We'll be here if you need us," Callista finally spoke over the roars and cheers (and catcalls) of the mob, as she took several steps back, allowing him to go ahead and be first to fight from their team in the HoH Tournament.
Graves paused for a moment, and then bowed. "The name's Hunter, Hunter graves. At your service." He enunciates the final three words in a thick Brit with a semi sing song voice as if taking into consideration the complete reality of the situation. "If you ever happen to be in a Club called London, look up to the stage and wave 'ello for a shout out"
Dante smiled as he heard his opponent introduce himself. Before replying, the wolfish male would turn as his furry black ears caught the sound of his wife and 3rd team member's arrival. He smiled back at her slightly before turning once again to Hunter. He gave the man a slight bow of his head to return the honor then looked at the man with a stern expression. " The name is Dante, but you may call me Tenma," the man said with a rather serious tone. As he spoke he heard the light roar of the crowd far behind him and far behind Hunter. It seemed they were being blocked off by some small barricades so that they didn't get too close to the battle. Apparently this tournament was a bit more crowd friendly than his experience in the GTB. He glanced to his right to see a few small vessels carrying crowds of people in order to get a closer look. It wasn't long before he heard the roar of a News chopper hovering overhead to get some good shots.
" And now we wait. "
Wow. What a beautiful dam!
Kenji walked up to the left side of the dam. His teammate, Hunter, was on the left side and was probably waiting on his arrival. Well it was here and it wasn't anything to be excited about.
"I'm ready."
Uther would come up behind Kenji, his mace attached to a leather strap on his back. The full steel armor he wore around him however of course no helmet, with this a large tower sheild on his left arm.
He walking up to Kenji of course did not smile but held a serious look on his face and would speak. "As am i." He would say in response to Kenji.
Kenji III Wrote:Wow. What a beautiful dam!
Kenji walked up to the left side of the dam. His teammate, Hunter, was on the left side and was probably waiting on his arrival. Well it was here and it wasn't anything to be excited about.
"I'm ready."
Then lets get this party started Nodding to Kenji, Hunter doesn't hesitate to running out to the center of the Dam to intercept Tenma (Dante).
1
-And So it Had Begun-
Dante watched the man closely as he began to close the gab between the two. At the moment the man was unarmed so Dante would keep his own weapons concealed. Though, the Wakizashi on his back was obvious through plain sight. Dante would slide his right foot forward turning his body slightly. Keeping his feet parallel he braced himself in the 90 degree stance for what ever the charging opponent may have in store.
[1]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:-And So it Had Begun-
Dante watched the man closely as he began to close the gab between the two. At the moment the man was unarmed so Dante would keep his own weapons concealed. Though, the Wakizashi on his back was obvious through plain sight. Dante would slide his right foot forward turning his body slightly. Keeping his feet parallel he braced himself in the 90 degree stance for what ever the charging opponent may have in store.
[1]
Hunter doesn't hesitate for a moment, dashing forward with alarming alacrity leaping into a Feilong timed to strike just inches above Tenma's head
2
The deep red hues of Dante's eyes followed the man closely. As he left the ground Dante smiled. It was definitely a risky move to start off the match with. As the man's leg came around Dante would easily draw his body into a lower stance close to a crouch allowing the kick to sail over his head. As the man landed before him on one foot he would be met with Dante's first attack. It was a swift right sweeping kick aimed for the man's shin. The kick was mainly an attack with speed. It would sting and most likely knock the man to his a**, but it wouldn't do any severe damage. With the man just landing it would be fairly hard to dodge.
[2]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:The deep red hues of Dante's eyes followed the man closely. As he left the ground Dante smiled. It was definitely a risky move to start off the match with. As the man's leg came around Dante would easily draw his body into a lower stance close to a crouch...
[2]
Seeing Tenma fall for his faux aerial assault, Hunter timed his rapid descent to the earth to land directly on the swerving knee of the uprising kick aiming for his 'weakened state', attempting to "double jump" off the man's knee cap.
3
Tenma grinned as he watched the man's aerial display. Slippery little fellow. With the man in the air he would find it to be even more of a disadvantage than if he had been knocked to the ground. In the air Hunter wasn't going to be able to dodge because what goes up must come down. Dante's hands quickly shot down to his thighs to draw forth a single kunai knife in each hand. Assuming that the man was jumping over Dante, he would swiftly launch the two knives forward to intercept the man during his descent by sticking hard into his back. They weren't fatal but they could make some pretty deep wounds if they connected.
[3]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Tenma grinned as he watched the man's aerial display. Slippery little fellow. With the man in the air he would find it to be even more of a disadvantage than if he had been knocked to the ground. In the air Hunter wasn't going to be able to dodge because what goes up must come down. Dante's hands quickly shot down to his thighs to draw forth a single kunai knife in each hand. Assuming that the man was jumping over Dante, he would swiftly ...
[3]
find his knee cap -in all likelihood, completely smashed and broken as Hunter's trick botched terribly "hoh s**t!, you were supposed to dodge that one mate!"
4
Because Dante's kick had been timed to connect upon landing his leg wouldn't have been extended enough for any damage. The man's foot would simply press off his knee/thigh area to push him into the air. Dante's kunai attack would commence.
[4]
Azel noticed Callista and the other two team members arrive. He nodded to Callista and sat down to watch his captain fight. He looked at his FIGHTER to make sure it was still operational. It beeped at him. Ya, it worked. He looked to Callista and smiled.
"So, it's up to you. You wanna fight next? Or do you want me to? And who do you wanna fight?"
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Because Dante's kick had been timed to connect upon landing his leg wouldn't have been extended enough for any damage. The man's foot would simply press off his knee/thigh area to push him into the air. Dante's kunai attack would commence.
[4]
Graves once again finds himself in grave danger as bladed dealies of doom come streaming toward his vitals. Twisting his center partially with his waving arms, and partially with rotating hips, he causes himself to twist like a gyroscope, the blades still connecting, still piercing into his flesh, but not before locking into leather and steel buckles, his fingerless gloves coming quickly to take further hold of the blades, as he prepares a counter pivot
5
By the looks of it, his opponent hadn't taken any severe damage so Dante would continue his onslaught. By now the man would have landed, assuming he couldn't fly or hover. Tenma wasn't ready to act hastily. He would continue with his turtle like style until he was better presented with opportunities to change the pace. His next move would be visually and physically simple, but the spiritual movements behind it would be its true value. Dante's hands quickly converged over his chest to swiftly create symbols with his hands called handseals. The handseals were used to help the channeling of chakra throughout his body. His heart began to pump a very minuscule bit faster as the chakra began to flow throughout his body in an even pulse. Physically it looked as though nothing had changed, but Tenma definitely had something in store for his opponent.
Chakra Output: 10%
[5]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:By the looks of it, his opponent hadn't taken any severe damage so Dante would continue his onslaught. By now the man would have landed, assuming he couldn't fly or hover. Tenma wasn't ready to act hastily. He would continue with his turtle like style until he was better presented with opportunities to change the pace. His next move would be visually and physically simple, but the spiritual movements behind it would be its true value. Dante's hands quickly converged over his chest to swiftly create symbols with his hands called handseals. The handseals were used to help the channeling of chakra throughout his body. His heart began to pump a very minuscule bit faster as the chakra began to flow throughout his body in an even pulse. Physically it looked as though nothing had changed, but Tenma definitely had something in store for his opponent.
Chakra Output: 10%
[5]
Graves was no stranger to the symbolic meaning of the actions of Tenma, his own body being covered by ritual tattoos designed to battle ancient demons and tap into forbidden forces. As to Whether or not Graves could actually use any these to battle the forces in front of him, - probably not. However, he found himself in a precarious but useful situation. He was still in the midst of counter pivoting when he pulled out the two blades of his enemy, stained ritually with his own blood, and that was enough of a tainted ritual to follow up quickly to do what every ritual master fears, their own devices being used as a fetish against them.
Graves counterclockwise rotated while Tenma did his turtle dance, and slammed the man's own blades in the direction of qi points intended to completely interupt the kundalini flow of the Chakra... something more brutal and anatomy based than what his masterful Shih friend had developed, but still quite effective...
if he was lucky, the man would burn himself out into unconsciousness trying to channel his internal forces...
6
Dante wasn't quite sure what the man was doing, but he was going to stand around to find out. He quickly shifted his weight to his right to begin a swift stride out of the way of his opponent's attack. As he ran he would continue his handseals, slowing his hand speed slightly in order to do the correctly while running. The chakra would continue to flow throughout his body in a very fluid flux as he began to circle around to the man's backside. He wouldn't strike just yet, his attack wasn't quite ready.
Chakra Output: 15%
[6]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante wasn't quite sure what the man was doing, but he was going to stand around to find out. He quickly shifted his weight to his right to begin a swift stride out of the way of his opponent's attack. As he ran he would continue his handseals, slowing his hand speed slightly in order to do the correctly while running. The chakra would continue to flow throughout his body in a very fluid flux as he began to circle around to the man's backside. He wouldn't strike just yet, his attack wasn't quite ready.
Chakra Output: 15%
[6]
Hunter Graves would guide his strikes toward these vital qi locations in swift motions, but his actual objective seemed to be to allow Tenma a choice... he could keep blocking and dodging these strikes, or he could keep trying to channel his chakra and be hit, or he could keep blocking and dodging these strikes and channel his chakra, but end up backing his way off the dam into the deep below, but only a god could do all three simultaneously, and Tenma was certainly no god...
7
(STRIKER)
Uther would come in at Dante's right, charging at him. His massive sheild was attached to his left arm as the man in steel would attack. He saw an opening and would take it, with such he would have his sheild infront of him as he turned to his side having caught a glimse of his target and from then on precisely moving with much accuracy to his location.
With this he would attempt to bash Dante into the river, it was with great force and with such force and such weight coming at Dante it was enough to most likely knock him out if he could not withstand such a blow. The sheild was heavy, large and thick. Full metal..all of it aimed directly at Dante's side.
If it were to hit the blow would most likely knock him out or place him at least in one hell of a daze and of course knock him into the river. Though a reckless move Uther could afford to do it as he was of course in a heavy suit of armor.
The strain of charging at Dante was showing but Uther had enough strength to manage the weight, he would with this as he charged thrust the sheild forward in means to bash him out of the ring. This attack was not fluid, it was just straight forward. To overwhelm Dante with sheer brute force.
However of course also dodging the attack could probably leave Dante open to one of grave's assaults as well.
Not a god ? He was certainly not. Although he was often called a god in demon form in the bedroom..But that was irrelevant. As Dante reached the back side of Hunter he noticed the other man begin the striker assist and grinned. He had been put in somewhat of a samwhich position, but he was completely ready to turn this into an advantage of his own. He intended to take out two birds with one stone..or in his case..stone column. As the man ran at Dante's side and Hunter attacked Dante would continue his path and roll forward out of the way. Because Dante was behind Hunter he would end up directly in the path of the charging Uther. It would be pretty difficult for Uther to change his pathway due the weight of his shield and armor. In a way, Uther had would be come somewhat top heavy after missing Dante making stopping a difficult feat. Thus, if the two collided Uther would most likely send Hunter into the water and probably end up wet himself. It was merely the convenience of his position between the two.
Chakra Output: 15%
[7]
Channeling all of that chakra throughout his body would finally prove to come in handy. Dante wasn't going to rely solely on the luck of the two going over the edge; he was going to make sure that they felt the icy touch of the water. With Dante in a crouching position after his roll he was easily in a position to press his palms to the stone ground. The channeled chakra flowed from the Tenketsu (chakra pores) in his hands into the earth and surged forward. Just as the two would be within a 3 foot reach from each other the earth would shift four feet behind them. Dante's chakra molded the stone to raise up in the shape of a large curved column that was about five feet around. The column was aimed to hit the two square on like a train passing through. If Uther running into Hunter didn't cause the two to go overboard, then the stone column would. With the two mixed up in the confusion of Uther's attack his attack would have a higher chance of making contact.
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Not a god ? He was certainly not. Although he was often called a god in demon form in the bedroom..But that was irrelevant. As Dante reached the back side of Hunter he noticed the other man begin the striker assist and grinned. He had been put in somewhat of a samwhich position, but he was completely ready to turn this into an advantage of his own. He intended to take out two birds with one stone..or in his case..stone column. As the man ran at Dante's side and Hunter attacked Dante would continue his path and roll forward out of the way. Because Dante was behind Hunter he would end up directly in the path of the charging Uther. It would be pretty difficult for Uther to change his pathway due the weight of his shield and armor. In a way, Uther had would be come somewhat top heavy after missing Dante making stopping a difficult feat. Thus, if the two collided Uther would most likely send Hunter into the water and probably end up wet himself. It was merely the convenience of his position between the two.
Chakra Output: 15%
[7]
Channeling all of that chakra throughout his body would finally prove to come in handy. Dante wasn't going to rely solely on the luck of the two going over the edge; he was going to make sure that they felt the icy touch of the water. With Dante in a crouching position after his roll he was easily in a position to press his palms to the stone ground.
Hunter being the acrobatic type that he was, seeing the charging Uther heading his way jumped atop the huge unmoving shield and doing a simply arial twist tumble came slamming down with both of Dante's own Kunai, each positioned easily to peirce and pin Dante with his own blades, obviously distracted with his own rock magic...
8
Callista's head perked up when she was addressed by Azel, and she smiled.
"Next? Hm... how about we leave it to chance? Rock paper scissors, perhaps?" Callista suggested, with a coy grin. "But first things first, let me properly introduce myself. My name is Callista Tenma, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face."
Callista politely extended her right hand for a shake, while she gave the fighting characters a quick glance to keep tabs on what was going on, lest she be called upon.
[ You're 8th post..not 10th post didn't say anything about the column that would be following Uther. Also, how was Uther's shield unmoving..he was charging forward.. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ You're 8th post..not 10th post didn't say anything about the column that would be following Uther. Also, how was Uther's shield unmoving..he was charging forward.. ]
((1. typo. fixed.
Anthon Noire Wrote:
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ You're 8th post..not 10th post didn't say anything about the column that would be following Uther. Also, how was Uther's shield unmoving..he was charging forward.. ]
((1. typo. fixed.
[ The column was stated as following Uther..The attack was in the same post as my dodge, I see no reason as to why my "magical column" wouldn't have been "conjured" yet. It was simple earth manipulation. A curved column rose up to strike the two off the bridge. It's not that hard, come on.
This has nothing to do with your attack, I'm questioning your defense first.
Lastly, if this shield is enormous, heavy and being held by a moving man don't you think it would shift when the entire weight of some man is applied as well as the force behind the push off is applied. That means Uther is running and supporting the weight of the shield and you at the same time..And the shield won't shift. Uther must be a damn strong and well disciplined man if he can support all that while running without it moving. Doesn't seem logical to me. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:
Anthon Noire Wrote:
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ You're 8th post..not 10th post didn't say anything about the column that would be following Uther. Also, how was Uther's shield unmoving..he was charging forward.. ]
((1. typo. fixed.
[ The column was stated as following Uther..The attack was in the same post as my dodge, I see no reason as to why my "magical column" wouldn't have been "conjured" yet. It was simple earth manipulation. A curved column rose up to strike the two off the bridge. It's not that hard, come on.
This has nothing to do with your attack, I'm questioning your defense first.
Lastly, if this shield is enormous, heavy and being held by a moving man don't you think it would shift when the entire weight of some man is applied as well as the force behind the push off is applied. That means Uther is running and supporting the weight of the shield and you at the same time..And the shield won't shift. Uther must be a damn strong and well disciplined man if he can support all that while running without it moving. Doesn't seem logical to me. ]
((You are right...))
As Hunter comes down to attack the hands on the ground with the kunai, he stops and says "Bloody hell, I'm in over my head!" and steps back, then begins to run away, toward the end of the dam.
[Post 8 redux.]
Dante stood up, releasing his manipulation on the stone column which would cause it to fall to the ground and crumble. As he stood up he watched his opponent flee. With a raised eyebrow he watched until a little chuckle escaped his mouth. " Quite an odd fight here," Dante mumbled.
Chakra Output: 15%
[8]
Watching Dante's opponent run scared, Callista shot towards the crowd, raising her arms high, and shouting at the top of her lungs to assure she was heard.
"Isn't that what you call a coward?!" she shouted, looking over the many faces of the audience, a grin plastered on her milky face. She got quite the response, loud roars, laughter, excited screams and disapproving boos.
"What are Flashback?!"
"Cowards!!" some of the crowd shouted back, followed by cries of offense for the opposing team.
"What are Nephilim?!"
"Winners!!"
"Fighters!!"
"Dumbasses!!"
the crowd replied, some for the team, and obviously some against.
"TENMA WE LOVE YOU!!!" screamed a group of fan girls, waving a big red flag with Dante's nickname, Tenma, surrounded with hearts.
Callista shot the group of girls an evil eye, surpressing the urge to flip them the bird. Instead, she turned and focused her attention on the fight.
"Wooohh!! Go baby!" she cheered alongside the crowd, throwing her fist in the air.
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante stood up, releasing his manipulation on the stone column which would cause it to fall to the ground and crumble. As he stood up he watched his opponent flee. With a raised eyebrow he watched until a little chuckle escaped his mouth. " Quite an odd fight here," Dante mumbled.
Chakra Output: 15%
[8]
As the Dam fails to fall, being merely a distortion of godlike geomancy - whatever that is, Hunter drops Dante's blades in the deep and walks steadily back, 1, 2, 3, then begins to dash forward playing a game of Kick the Moon in a vertical reverse somersault drawing his glowstick from the inner jacket while upside down and attempting to "break the seal" on Dante's head.
9
Azel took Callista's hand and shook.
"Azel Uiara. Nice to meet you as well."
He was watching Tenma all the while, making sure he didn't get into something he couldn't get out of. Of course, he knew that his friend could very well get out of most situations. After all, they had fought. He knew what Dante was capable of. As he heard the roars of the crowd he couldn't help but laugh.
"Rock, paper, scissors sounds like a great idea."
He turned to watch the opponent running away and tilted his head. What was this guy doing? Then he saw him turn and rush back in. This guy was weird. The chants of the people were quite entertaining. Some were for his team, others against. It was all in good fun in his opinion. When he heard the girls shout Dante's name, he busted out laughing.
"Look's like he has some fangirls already."
"Azel, marry me please!!!"
shouted another rabid fan. This time, the lanky looking teenage girl threw what appeared to be a blue lacy bra, which only caught the wind and fell towards the abyss below.
"Looks like you have your own fair share of stalkers gathering as well, Azel!" she giggled. "Let's stir up trouble in the crowd!!"
All of a sudden, she'd throw her arms tightly around Azel's shoulders, and would make her way to plant a soft, friendly kiss on his cheek. Let's see what the fan girls make of this! she though to herself, chuckling in her mind.
What an annoying crowd. They were lucky. If it wasn't for the prize and the rules of the tournament, Kenji would have went over there already and ate their livers while they watched. He knew here would be no love spared for his team, but damn. Was this crowd full of Battle Arena groupies? Like the ones who have posters of Riddle in their room and mock his fights in their backyards using plastic lightsabers and jumbo sized playing cards. This crowd was full of wannabes. All they wanted more than anything was to have a few powers and some muscles and fighting skills. They must not have gotten that memo where the world needed janitors, bus drivers, and lunch ladies.
Kenji laughed out loud. The laugh might have been smothered by the constant screaming of c**k obsessed fan girls. It didn't really matter. He just wanted to laugh at his opponents getting rises out of the crowd. It was funny. To him, anyway.
Callista caught the sound of her opponent laughing. Mocking, perhaps? But she laughed in turn, and waved her hand high over her head to get his attention.
"Hey there, big boy!! Maybe you and I can get together!" she winked, before adding, "On the battlefield, that is! I do like it rough!"
A giggle rose from her throat but quickly faded to more of a purr, as the red-headed woman bit her lower lip, staring intensely at the opposition.
He chuckled and felt himself.
"I sure do like women beating me up."
Kenji replied back over the voices of the crowd. It was about time he woud get the chance to fight. He didn't join this tournament with two dudes he hardly knew from Adam to watch them duke it out. And her intense stares were just getting him all riled up in all the right ways. It was making him feel jittery and happy.
Azel was a little stunned by the fangirls sudden release of her bra. He hadn't even fought yet. He must have looked really good. He was even more shocked when Callista suddenly kissed him on the cheek, but he knew what she was doing and he laughed. The girl that had thrown her bra turned red faced and turned angry. Azel couldn't stifle his laugh. Then, Callista and the man began to exchange words.
"Well, looks like you have your opponent. Guess I will take the fool that attacked Tenma."
He cracked his knuckles and smiled. He was ready. Hopefully Tenma's fight wouldn't take much longer.
Callista raised a brow and licked her lips at Kenji, waving to him slyly, before turning her attention back to Azel.
"It's still not up to us. But I do wish they'd hurry it up." Callista was never a patient woman, even though the fight had barely already begun, she was beginning to feel fidgety.
"Damn this, waiting on the sidelines while Dante gets to have all the fun," she pouted, crossing her arms and creasing her brows together in an expression of deep resentment.
Kenji fluttered his tongue to the woman.
Looking up, Callista caught site of Kenji's rather rude-- yet arousing gesture. She responded, staring at him with her big, cherry hues, and ruby-painted lips pouted. Her hands touched her hips and slowly, began to trail up her stomach to tantalizingly drag her black shirt up, revealing the soft skin of her stomach and a tiny little belly button ring. Cat calls would ring out from the audience as Callista performed, as well as several cries of disapprovement from the ladies.
Her hands would continue to move higher, Callista's tongue occasionally popping out from behind her lips to make an appearance, until the lace of her scarlet bra began to show. For a moment things were about to become suitable for a trip x porno, until both hands pulled away from the woman's torso and her middle finger stood up, ending the tease. She turned her back to Kenji, her red curls reaching to her barely covered a**, and she would smirk to herself.
What a tease. And what a finisher.
A grin streaked across his face as she turned around. He didn't expect such a promiscuous lady to be in the HoH. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his right hand still smiling from ear to ear. With the current bout going the way it was, Kenji could only think about his upcoming fight with this lass.
"C'mon c'mon please please me."
Kenji sang out the lyrics of the song made famous by The Beatles.
This fight was definitely beginning to lose Dante's interest. Better finish up, shouldn't keep the others waiting. Dante's deep red hues traced the man's movements as he dashed forward. As the man would leap Dante would move quick on his toes to take two steps backwards just out of the man's range. A stern look was plastered on Dante's face as he stared the man down before him. His right hand quickly shot up over his shoulder to grip the handle of his Wakizashi. A loud screech filled the air as the blade was removed from its sheath. There was something a bit odd about this sword. The blade had a dark hue that made the steel look almost like an obsidian. Holding it tightly in his right hand he would draw it back. Slowly his left hand would extend with an open palm to make a waving gesture that said "COME GET SOME". Dante's canine fangs were revealed as he grinned wide.
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Shinobi Tenma Wrote:This fight was definitely beginning to lose Dante's interest. Better finish up, shouldn't keep the others waiting. Dante's deep red hues traced the man's movements as he dashed forward. As the man would leap Dante would move quick on his toes to take two steps backwards just out of the man's range. A stern look was plastered on Dante's face as he stared the man down before him. His right hand quickly shot up over his shoulder to grip the handle of his Wakizashi. A loud screech filled the air as the blade was removed from its sheath. There was something a bit odd about this sword. The blade had a dark hue that made the steel look almost like an obsidian. Holding it tightly in his right hand he would draw it back. Slowly his left hand would extend with an open palm to make a waving gesture that said "COME GET SOME". Dante's canine fangs were revealed as he grinned wide.
Chakra Output: 15%
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As the man took two steps backward, Graves struck the glow stick along the ground lighting up quickly in the darkness as a sudden distraction before rotating to the right following up with a 1080 crescent kick to Dante's wrist, midsection, and, given the opportunity, a right knee cap with a left kick, the gods of dance willing...
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Dante smirked as he watched the man leave the ground once again. Quite the jumper..Sadly, jumping is useless. Dante would be quick to react. His right arm quickly came down as the man's leg was fully extended. The strike was aimed just below the hip on the man's kicking leg. Stepping into his swing, Dante brought the blade down with all his might. It was to be a quick and clean cut that would cleave the man's leg right off if it connected.
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Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante smirked as he watched the man leave the ground once again. Quite the jumper..Sadly, jumping is useless. Dante would be quick to react. His right arm quickly came down as the man's leg was fully extended. The strike was aimed just below the hip on the man's kicking leg. Stepping into his swing, Dante brought the blade down with all his might. It was to be a quick and clean cut that would cleave the man's leg right off if it connected.
Chakra Output: 15%
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It was a pity Dante had little respect for his style... As the blade came streaming into his whirlwind of kicks, Graves allowed the tip of the blade to penetrate till it rammed into a metallic belt buckle - the copious number of belts and buckles acting as death traps for blade tips, and sadly, the 1080 pivot held three times the angular momentum and nine times the torque of his normal aerial assaults, his other leg snap kicking toward Tenma's unprotected jaw - the former location of the advancing wrist...
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Dante watched as the full force of his swing was stopped by the material of the man's pants. He would immediately draw the blade back angrily, most likely ripping the material. As he did so, the man's kick was in full swing. Dante wasn't as completely unprotected as Hunter may have thought. With his left arm free, he had a bit of defense but due to the momentum of his swing it would only protect him from major damage. Plus, Dante wasn't a short guy. Standing fully erect he was 5'10". That was a fairly high kick. Dante would quickly raise his forearm to take most of the damage from the blow. It would most likely not work again if Hunter were to follow up his attack but because the kick was so high he'd have to regain his balance if he wanted to kick again with full force.
Chakra Output: 15%
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Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante watched as the full force of his swing was stopped by the material of the man's pants. He would immediately draw the blade back angrily, most likely ripping the material. As he did so, the man's kick was in full swing. Dante wasn't as completely unprotected as Hunter may have thought. With his left arm free, he had a bit of defense but due to the momentum of his swing it would only protect him from major damage. Plus, Dante wasn't a short guy. Standing fully erect he was 5'10". That was a fairly high kick. Dante would quickly raise his forearm to take most of the damage from the blow. It would most likely not work again if Hunter were to follow up his attack but because the kick was so high he'd have to regain his balance if he wanted to kick again with full force.
Chakra Output: 15%
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The glow stick creating mad swirls of blue light, Hunter pushes off the blocked kick doing a backward breakfall rolling back and then websters into a quick sprint and Gainer Flash to the chin..."Te-te-technical!"
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Dante was beginning to become very frustrated. He watched the man charge him once again and yet again, jump and kick. Except this time was different. The man back flipped while kicking for Dante's chin. This man seemed to have a one track mind. Jump and kick for the head. Once again, Dante would merely step back out of the man's reach. This time Dante's attack would be different. Placing both hands on the handle he turned the blade horizontal. Putting his weight behind it, he would thrust the blade forward to jab into the man's right thigh just as he landed. With the man back flipping, he wouldn't be able to anticipate Dante's strike. Hopefully this time he could get through those belts.
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Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante was beginning to become very frustrated. He watched the man charge him once again and yet again, jump and kick. Except this time was different. The man back flipped while kicking for Dante's chin. This man seemed to have a one track mind. Jump and kick for the head. Once again, Dante would merely step back out of the man's reach. This time Dante's attack would be different. Placing both hands on the handle he turned the blade horizontal. Putting his weight behind it, he would thrust the blade forward to jab into the man's right thigh just as he landed. With the man back flipping, he wouldn't be able to anticipate Dante's strike. Hopefully this time he could get through those belts.
Chakra Output: 15%
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Happily, Dante got exactly what he wanted... making full contact with his thigh, unfortunately, the blade snagged into the endless flow of tough leather and interlinking belt buckles and Dante would have two choices: let the blade go flying as the drops of blood began to stream down, or watch the blade snap from vertical rotational torque...
Hunter could care less either way, his 7th seal p*s tattoo hurt a hell of alot more than this p*k's antics. As the surge of pain hit him and he landed, finishing his full rotation while Dante stepped back, he switched motions into a fluid liquid dance, his body becoming like a rubber tree plant in the wind, then suddenly switching to "hits" - spontaneous jerking motions without apparent visual transition, like some sort of 2D fighter game glitch, his elbow flying out of no where behind him toward Dante's solar plexus, the hit seeming almost like two frames of film with missing slices between...
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Dante, being the man that he was, never really enjoyed being forced into situations. Thus, he would create his own third option. Because the blade went on a straight, horizontal path it would be easily removed through pulling it back just as it had entered. If the man moved it would only make matters worse. It would cause the blade to turn in the wound, making it ever more painful. Though, Dante wouldn't allow the man to move far enough before dislodging the blade from his leg by simply pulling it back just as it had gone in.
With a relatively deep would in the man's thigh, he would find his mobility hindered. That would mean less and less of the jumping and kicking. Though this wouldn't stop Hunter's next move. The attack was quick. Too quick for Dante to defend, but he was in a lucky position. Following a relatively low thrust with both hands on his blade his arms would be positioned down his chest. It would alter the path of the blow to hit him in the ribs where he would take a good amount of damage. Though, he'd rather have bruised ribs that hurt tomorrow than the wind knocked out of him which would have him hurting a lot today. Dante grunted from the pain, but he wouldn't let that stop him. With Hunter's mobility hindered he would use his own speed to surpass Hunter's. Again, he would jam the blade forward at the man's right thigh. If Dante kept it up, he would tear enough of the belts to leave the man's leg more open to higher damage attacks.
Chakra Output: 15%
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Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante, being the man that he was, never really enjoyed being forced into situations. Thus, he would create his own third option. Because the blade went on a straight, horizontal path it would be easily removed through pulling it back just as it had entered. If the man moved it would only make matters worse. It would cause the blade to turn in the wound, making it ever more painful. Though, Dante wouldn't allow the man to move far enough before dislodging the blade from his leg by simply pulling it back just as it had gone in.
With a relatively deep would in the man's thigh, he would find his mobility hindered. That would mean less and less of the jumping and kicking. Though this wouldn't stop Hunter's next move. The attack was quick. Too quick for Dante to defend, but he was in a lucky position. Following a relatively low thrust with both hands on his blade his arms would be positioned down his chest. It would alter the path of the blow to hit him in the ribs where he would take a good amount of damage. Though, he'd rather have bruised ribs that hurt tomorrow than the wind knocked out of him which would have him hurting a lot today. Dante grunted from the pain, but he wouldn't let that stop him. With Hunter's mobility hindered he would use his own speed to surpass Hunter's. Again, he would jam the blade forward at the man's right thigh. If Dante kept it up, he would tear enough of the belts to leave the man's leg more open to higher damage attacks.
Chakra Output: 15%
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Dante just didn't get it. As the blade came into his thigh, Graves did the unthinkable: stepping forward, he grabbed the blade pulling it in further, and with both of Dante's hands on the blade, most certainly offset his balance. This however was only half the motion, as the glowstick fell to the dam and ricocheted off sending a shining spark into the deep below as the immediate area became dim, Graves used his unimpaled leg like a Muay Thai fighter sending a knee right for the throat of Tenma... this wasn't dance... this was some Ong Bak s**t, and Graves looked beyond pissed...
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Hunter was obviously not very wise. As the man pulled the blade through his leg to completely pierce the thigh, Dante would twist it for even more agonizing pain. It was pretty much over for Hunter. With the blade lodged ever so deeply in his thigh, he wouldn't be moving much. Dante was a bit surprised by Hunter's attempt to knee him. He even flinched a bit, leaning back in hopes of softening the blow. Dante was lucky though, because unless Hunter was a giant he would come up short. The knee would never reach Dante's throat. If anything it would hit his sternum with little power behind it due to the hight and extension that would be needed. In other words, it would be a struggle.
Dante was going to finish this fight. Letting go of his sword, Dante's left arm would be free to hook around the left thigh used to attempt a knee. He would hold it tight as he slipped his left leg behind Hunter's right. With a push from his arms and a pull of his leg Hunter would wind up flat on his back. As the man fell, the blade in his thigh would shift as it hit the ground causing jolts of pain to surge through Hunter's body. Dante wouldn't be surprised if the man passed out from shear pain tolerance. Though, he wouldn't rely on that. As Hunter fell, Dante would go down with him. Dante would slam his knee hard into Hunter's gut to knock the wind out of him. Pinning him to the ground with his knee, Dante would then reach for the man's throat with his free left hand. The man would pass out. Dante would make certain of it.
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[ That'll be my last post for tonight. I'm currently ill and need my rest. I'll be on tomorrow whenever I find the strength to get out of bed. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:
As the man pulled the blade through his leg to completely pierce the thigh, Dante would twist it for even more agonizing pain.
With the blade lodged ever so deeply in his thigh, Dante was a bit surprised by Hunter's attempt to knee him. He even flinched a bit, leaning back in hopes of softening the blow.
The knee would never reach Dante's throat. If anything it would hit his sternum with little power behind it due to the hight and extension that would be needed. In other words, it would be a struggle.
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Chakra Output:15%
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Hunter didn't quite understand Dante's motion. It appeared as if the man thought himself some sort of Supersaiyajin or something. This strange coordination blending with the pain caused him to pause only briefly before he finished bringing his knee fully up in a high leap, springing from one leg with a velocity and strength atypical of people in Dante's apparent experience, fast enough to leap more than eight feet in the air, directly through the line of Dante's throat and the back of his skull. Obviously Dante would never see it coming, in the adversary's mind ,it was impossible to knee kick someone springing from one leg, too bad for Dante. As Hunter's body descended again from gravity, Hunter completed a round house ankle kick toward the ribs with the intention of knocking the deluded b*****d into the vast gulf of water...
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[ -sigh-
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ -sigh-
[karma's a b***h.
the copious number of belts and buckles acting as death traps for blade tips,
(ignored by you)
unfortunately, the blade snagged into the endless flow of tough leather and interlinking belt buckles and Dante would have two choices: let the blade go flying as the drops of blood began to stream down, or watch the blade snap from vertical rotational torque...
(ignored by you)
. Because the blade went on a straight, horizontal path it would be easily removed through pulling it back just as it had entered.
(you ignored your own post...)
Dante wouldn't allow the man to move far enough before dislodging the blade from his leg by simply pulling it back just as it had gone in.
(...twice!)
With a relatively deep would in the man's thigh, he would find his mobility hindered.
(i never acknowledged this, so it never happened unless you want to admit to being a puppetmaster, aimbotter, and overcompensation stroking IDKFAer)
Following a relatively low thrust with both hands on his blade his arms would be positioned down his chest.
(you sure like to speedhack...)
Now crawl out of that hole of self pity and get back to the fight!]
Wow, I must say you are the SMARTEST fighter I've ever fought. ![smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif
There is no self pity. You still decided to ignore all the actions in my post. There are only 3 posts left so let's just finished this round so I don't have to deal with this s**t for a lengthy amount of time. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Wow, I must say you are the SMARTEST fighter I've ever fought. ![smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif
There is no self pity. You still decided to ignore all the actions in my post. There are only 3 posts left so let's just finished this round so I don't have to deal with this s**t for a lengthy amount of time. ]
[whatever. Its your action. post.]
[ I'll post as soon as you edit your post to actually incorporate what I did in my last post, because the way it is now..You still ignored everything I did. ]
Dante watched in awe as his opponent jumped 8 feet vertically into the air. A bit over kill seeing as Dante was only 5'10". If Dante leaned back far enough, the man's knee would fail to hit with a great deal of power as he sailed high over Dante's head. Coughing due to the hit on his throat, Dante would immediately drop to a low crouched position with his head lowered as he tried to regain the usual flow of air through his lungs and throat. It seemed to be an odd thing to do, but he had his reasons.
Chakra Output:15%
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STRIKER - OFFENSIVE
Azel had been watching the fight closely, and he was now ready. As he saw the opponent leap into the air, he hit the Striker button on his FIGHTER, signaling he was ready. He darted forward, his legs carrying him fast. He would close the gap between him and the fighter's in mere seconds. Unless Hunter was intentionally looking at Azel, he would find it a big surprise when Tenma went down to see Azel putting his right foot onto his back, leaping off and forward.
What would happen next would happen very quickly. Hunter would be on his way down, still in the air from the knee. Azel would bring both his knee's forward, slamming them into Hunter's chest. The blow would cause Hunter to fall back, Azel's weight still on him. But, Azel wouldn't stop there. He brought his arms forward, slamming his forearm's into Hunter's skull. He would only use enough force to knock Hunter out. When they hit the ground, Azel would roll forward and off of Hunter's unconscious body. Azel would dust himself off and look back at Tenma.
Of course, Hunter would still have a chance at blocking.
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:Azel had been watching the fight closely, and he was now ready. As he saw the opponent leap into the air, he hit the Striker button on his FIGHTER, signaling he was ready. He darted forward, his legs carrying him fast. He would close the gap between him and the fighter's in mere seconds. Unless Hunter was intentionally looking at Azel, he would find it a big surprise when Tenma went down to see Azel putting his right foot onto his back, leaping off and forward.
...There may have been a move for what he was about to do, or it may have been complete precedence. Either way, Hunter's eyes were inches higher than his knee, and as he collided with Tenma, Tenma leaned back avoided the majority of the impact, also failing to significantly absorb the vertical lift giving Hunter the birds eye view of the secondary incoming attacker...
As the man performed his aerial double knee, Hunter tucked in grabbing both knees and pivoted forward into something vaguely like a yin yang rotating 540 degrees and dropping Azel into Dante...
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[ What force exactly is allowing you to pivot while in mid air..especially more than a single full revolution ? Second, Azel was accelerating forward..if you two collided you would end up flying back via the law of conservation of energy. Regardless of whether you were able to turn the double knee is still going to make contact and with more force behind it than your rotation, it'll still end up with you going down and Azel going down on top of you. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ What force exactly is allowing you to pivot while in mid air..especially more than a single full revolution ? Second, Azel was accelerating forward..if you two collided you would end up flying back via the law of conservation of energy. Regardless of whether you were able to turn the double knee is still going to make contact and with more force behind it than your rotation, it'll still end up with you going down and Azel going down on top of you. ]
I was accelerating in one direction 
, I, however tucked and rolled
and the center of both of our gravities became the pivot point.]
[ -Sigh-
Need I seriously retype the same thing again ?
What force is allowing you to rotate more than one full revolution ? =|
You're not going to come straight down..Law of conservation of energy is still in effect...EVEN on gaia..Crazy I know. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:[ -Sigh-
Need I seriously retype the same thing again ?
What force is allowing you to rotate more than one full revolution ? =|
You're not going to come straight down..Law of conservation of energy is still in effect...EVEN on gaia..Crazy I know. ]
[you assume the team mate you understand is going to produce more energy than the energy produced by the enemy who leaps with more altitude than you can believe.
If your throat had actually suffered a crippling wound, it would have soaked the majority of the impact, however, as you essentially dodged the majority of it, the two of us should collide with similar forces in opposite directions, by placing my force above and tucking, his force goes below, and it creates torque. have any more questions, take it up with the judges.]
[ You just have to be difficult, don't you..]
((Actually, Anthon. You still fail. You forgot to block one thing. My arms coming in to your skull. You wanna argue that me running full speed, getting higher than you, and smashing into you with both my knees at full force is going to be countered by a grab and thrust forward while you are still in mid-air, you can go ahead and do that. But you still fail to mention my arms crushing your skull with enough force to make you black out. You can spin me around all you want. My arms aren't stopping.
Point. Match. Set.))
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:((Actually, Anthon. You still fail. You forgot to block one thing. My arms coming in to your skull. You wanna argue that me running full speed, getting higher than you, and smashing into you with both my knees at full force is going to be countered by a grab and thrust forward while you are still in mid-air, you can go ahead and do that. But you still fail to mention my arms crushing your skull with enough force to make you black out. You can spin me around all you want. My arms aren't stopping.
Point. Match. Set.))
((although you may attempt to collide your fists into my head, as my head is below your knees that would mean you would have to punch though your knees in order to hit my head.))
[ My god...How does that make any logical sense ? ]
((Azel would bring both his knee's forward, slamming them into Hunter's chest. [endquote] You really need to shut up and admit defeat.))
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:((Azel would bring both his knee's forward, slamming them into Hunter's chest. [endquote] You really need to shut up and admit defeat.))
[ Please, so we can move onto the 2nd and 3rd rounds. ]
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:((Azel would bring both his knee's forward, slamming them into Hunter's chest. [endquote] You really need to shut up and admit defeat.))
[ Please, so we can move onto the 2nd and 3rd rounds. ]
((you may move your character however you please but you WILL NOT order me to move to a fashion that suits you. You have your initial motion, I have my reaction. End of story. Now let's finish this, or take it to the judge. I'm done with this ooc and PM BS.))
((Fine by me. I'm sick of this. This is an IC tournament for people to prove their worth. In this fight, this ended long ago.))
Azel would land on his head, slamming down into Tenma's back. In turn, Tenma would likely be forced to the ground and knocked out. He would have to apologize later. But, it seemed like Anthon had knocked himself out as well, if not done more damage. Azel would get up and rub his head, a big knot forming on top. He walked back to the sideline's and would wait.
This was the fight's big "what the ******** moment". Graves flying in the air, that one guy making himself a human cannonball, and Tenma getting KO'd by his own teammate. It was all the makings of a strange anime gone wrong.
It wouldn't be long for his turn to fight.
Marcel-Lockharte Wrote:Azel would land on his head, slamming down into Tenma's back. In turn, Tenma would likely be forced to the ground and knocked out. He would have to apologize later. But, it seemed like Anthon had knocked himself out as well, if not done more damage. Azel would get up and rub his head, a big knot forming on top. He walked back to the sideline's and would wait.
Hunter Graves had lots of experience landing on his head, not that it was a good thing, but face planting was a part of tricking, and a part of crowd surfing. Thankfully, he used some really powerful hair paste and had some ******** awesome hair, moderately softening the blow to the pavement. Being a light weight also helped minimize the amount of force of the impact. Dizzy and bleeding, but aware, he stood up seeing imaginary glowsticks and began to step back to his side of the tournament... it looked to be over.
The last move between Hunter and Dante seemed to signal the end of their fight. She jumped up and down excitedly (a certain heavy frontal package bouncing up and down), and squealed. The crowd were also jumping their seats, sending their joy or anger towards the two opponents.
"When can I start!!!" Callista shouted, a grin plastered widely on her face with anticipation.
The broad wasn't too concerned about the welfare of her teammate who just got knocked the ******** out. Guess she was more excited about actually being able to participate in this tournament. So was he. And he knew his opponent was going to be her. The world wouldn't turn if she wasn't.
A sucubus cheered from the spectators, waving a hand and smiling. She had on a black cut dress, a bluish tint to her otherwise perfect skin, and a tail with a spade waving about behind her.
"YEAH!! GO KENJI!!"
Kenji would have nothing to worry about, because on the sidelines, Callista and Marcel had come to terms about who was going next, and the obvious choice was Callista.
"Take care of Dante, would you, Azel?" she implored, before arching her back inwards, as her spine would emit several popping sounds.
It was finally her time. No more standing aside, watching from afar, wishing to be part of the action. No.. now she was going to create the action.
The red-headed woman would begin to strut towards the center of the dam, approaching the opposition with swaying curves and a devious smile.
"The name is Callista Tenma, and it's a pleasure to meet you in combat," she introduced, bowing slightly as what one would assume as politeness, but Kenji would see the exposed cleavage peeking out of the collar of Callista's black, long-sleeved shirt. The female would glare up at him with her violent-ruby eyes, with a flirtatious look.
((Name is Azel. xD))
Azel nodded and walked out, grabbing Tenma by the shoulders and throwing him over his. He began to walk away from the battlefield to let Callista and the other man fight. Looked as though he would be fighting the giant suit of armor. He was excited. He hoped this fight wouldn't last as long as the previous one. Dante should be waking up soon to watch this one.
He would be pissed.
When he reached the sidelines, he put Dante up against a wall and sat down. He could hear the fans going wild. It seemed as though another woman had joined the crowd and was cheering for Callista's opponent. Still, this should be a good fight. He had never witnessed Callista fight, but he knew that she would be able to hold her own.
"Callista. Kick his a**."
Callista Tenma Wrote:The red-headed woman would begin to strut towards the center of the dam, approaching the opposition with swaying curves and a devious smile.
"The name is Callista Tenma, and it's a pleasure. . . ."
Kenji III Wrote:
Kenji was done dilly dallyling. He didn't want to lose weight.
He gave the flirtatious woman a look of curiousity and wonder as she began introducing herself, but got bored as she said "and" and when she got to "it's" he wanted it to be all over. He did enjoy his women more unconcious and battered to a bloody pulp.
In the middle of her very erotic (yet annoying) introducton, Kenji's hands would start out wide and close in on her and then would clap against both of her ears at the same time. This could pop her ear drums or at least make ears ring. These motions were one fluid, swift motion done while she was speaking.
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Callista had been watching Kenji, obviously, as she performed her wiles. And when his arms would extend out, she would cut her sentence short and quickly duck, or more so, dropping on her a** suddenly to avoid the sudden action he had taken.
Looked like it had begun: Callista vs Kenji.
The crowd roared with excitement as the second round between the two teams began, their cheers drowning out the groan Callista made when her bottom his the cold concrete of the dam. But while she was down there she wasn't going to hesitate, and leave herself vulnerable. Having been obviously one arm's length away from her opponent, she would be close enough to quickly kick straight up between his legs with her left foot, from her position. While she did this, she would lean back on her wrists for the support, and use her right leg for leverage.
Callista Tenma Wrote:Callista had been watching Kenji, obviously, as she performed her wiles. And when his arms would extend out, she would cut her sentence short and quickly duck, or more so, dropping. . . .
Kenji III Wrote:
Since she dropped as Kenji's arms were still extended there would be no point in finishing his "clap her ears" move. He would immetiately step forward with his left leg and simultaneously send a right knee strike to her face as her a** would hit the concrete.
It would seem this man was intent on getting Callista on her back. She would lay flat on the ground to further avoid contact, as his knee would only reach air, and continue to extended her foot in a kick, as she had previously planned to do, only this time she would be positioned slightly different. It was no matter, it changed nothing. Her back would arch up from the cement floor, her left foot lifting her a** off the ground to provide a swift and hasty kick for Kenji's balls. Not that Callista was an unsympathetic woman, she just didn't think the man had any. She had to make sure.
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Callista Tenma Wrote:It would seem this man was intent on getting Callista on her back. She would lay flat on the ground to further avoid contact, as his knee would only reach air. . . .[/color][/size][/align]
. . . . and would stomp down on her exposed stomach.
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Kenji III Wrote:
. . . . and would stomp down on her exposed stomach.
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But Callista was an agile woman. She was quicker than that, and she wasn't going to leave any time for herself to get hurt.
That's why her foot would slam hard into his crotch, just as his foot would motion to come down. If the stinging pain wasn't enough to deter this motion, then Callista's abs were flexed to absorb the stomp.
~3
Kenji's right foot stomp would strike her stomach at about the same time her right foot would strike against his sack. He took the pain as a motivator and would grab her right ankle as her foot was touching his d**k with his left hand. He then would move her around her leg (the one that he was now holding) so that her right leg would be on his left side and not between his legs.
As he performed the actions mentioned above, Kenji would quickly send his right knee into Callista's sternum as soon as his stomp connected with her stomach.
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Kenji III Wrote:Kenji's right foot stomp would strike her stomach at about the same time her right foot would strike against his sack. He took the pain as a motivator and would grab her right ankle as her foot was touching his d**k with his left hand. He then would move her around her leg (the one that he was now holding) so that her right leg would be on his left side and not between his legs.
As he performed the actions mentioned above, Kenji would quickly send his right knee into Callista's sternum as soon as his stomp connected with her stomach.
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Callista grunted, and released a harsh breath as she took the weight of the stomp. It also made her lose some focus and she allowed her ankle to be grasped, as he'd remove it from it's position to a more lethal one.
But then came the factor of his oncoming knee. She was flat on her back, with his foot holding her down by her stomach. There wasn't much she could currently do in that time frame, but she still had an idea. Of course, some pain would have to be ensued, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
The moment his knee would press hard in between Callista's breasts, it would suddenly ignite into flames. If he looked hard, he's see that Callista's face held an expression of utmost concentration, as the pyrokenetic manipulated the fire. The only downside to this was that her black shirt was currently burning away in the middle, exposing the milky flesh on her chest. At best, the flames would sear his knee and force him to recoil. Or things could go terribly wrong and she'd end up possibly topless with a heavy man on top of her.
A high pitched whistle shot out of the crowd as paparazzi took many shots of the incoming nudity.
"DAYUM! Those are MIGHTY FINE!"
((xD))
Azel watched the fight and he went bug eyed when her shirt began to melt away. Good thing Tenma was knocked the f*** out right now. He probably wouldn't like this. He heard a lot of the guys whistling in the crowd and shot them an evil glare. He couldn't harm them, but he would make them feel uneasy. He turned back to the fight to see what would happen.
Wow. This was a bit surprising. It wasn't every day he had a girl literally burn off her shirt for him while he laid on top of her. Could this girl get any more kinky? The flames that erupted to scold his knee in hopes of getting him to jerk off of her was a failure. The fire would burn a hole in his pants the size of his knee and would give him a first degree burn on his knee cap. He groaned and as she did her fire move, he would spit a large loogie at her eyes and would simultaneously jab his right middle finger and his right index finger into her carotid artery to trick her body into thinking that her blood pressure was too high so that it would constrict and lower her blood pressure - which could cause an immetiate black out.
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When her shirt continued to fizzle away into black ash and smoke, the woman panicked. She immediate doused the flames, and brought her hands up in fists to flail at Kenji's face. Just as they rose, she felt the warm wetness of his spit, and she screeched.
"Auughhh!!"
Thoroughly grossed out, and somewhat angered, she would continue her assault with her fists, aiming at his jaw, his eyes, his nose... Anything to put him out of commission.
~5
Since Kenji jabbed at the same time he spit, his two right fingers would jab into her carotid artery for the knock out. His face was taking blows though. He felt blood trickle from his cheeks.
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Unfortunately for Kenji, he had no idea that Callista was far from anything human. She was a demon.
The second his fingers pressed against her neck, her hands would cease punching at his face, and instead, her fingers would curl around his hand. She would squeeze and twist violently, attempting to not only wrench them away, but to cause serious injury.
Blood dripped onto the woman's face, and she licked a red splatter from her lips.
"You taste good," she moaned, before thrusting her head foreward in a headbutt, aiming to crush his nose and cause him enough pain to make him somewhat delirious enough for her to regain control.
~6
Callista Tenma Wrote:The second his fingers pressed against her neck. . . .
Noticing that his attack did nothing to her, he knew one thing. Demon. This b***h wasn't even human. So, he had to resort to other means. As her hands would stop flailing his face, he would jab his middle finger and index finger into her eyes, one for each sockets.
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Callista treasured her round, ruby hues, and was in no way about to allow them to be ruined.
She grabbed his hands with her own, and twisted-- hard, just like she had previously meant to. Simultaneously, she bucked from underneath him with her pelvis, attempting to throw him off. Coincidentally, the action forced several grunts from her lungs, and ironically began to become kinky and erotic, rather than a tournament fight.
~7
This fight was turning into soft core porn fast.
She had grabbed his hand and began to twist it in an effort to bring some more pain. Well this time Kenji was fighting back. His arm had to be at least three times the size of hers, so he was just simply forcing his arm not to twist the way she wanted it to.
As he did that he would begin to crush down onto her chest with his right knee as she despartely tried to get him off of her. This would make it hard for her to breath and would begin to snap bones such as her ribs and sternum and her attempt to get him off of her would fail.
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Soft groans would escape Dante's lips as he finally came too. His hand slowly came up to his forehead to caress the slight bump where his face had made contact with the ground. He looked over at Azel and shook his head slightly before letting out a soft chuckle. Finally..I thought it would never end. Then Dante caught sight of the fight. He disapproved greatly. He disapproved of the way Callista was fighting, being that she was his wife, but also of the way her opponent was fighting. Oh just wait come striker time... Dante grinned maliciously as he eyed the man. It was obvious that through his disapproval came anger, and through anger came malice, which would make for a hell of a great motivation fuel for kicking the s**t out of someone.
It was true. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with the force his was putting on her chest. She had already tried burning him but that didn't work, and now his counter force against her arms was begining to hurt.
She let go of Kenji's hands and aimed to punch him in the face, hard. At the same time, her fist ignited, and would probably burn where she would hit. Her arm would quickly-- very quickly, recoil and dart back to his face, only this time, it was the palm, flattening against his face to cause further damage with the flame.
~8
CRUNCH
The ammount of force he was applying to her chest would grow and by the time she would try to lift her hands up to his face her ribs would begin shattering along with her sternum. Her chest would basically collapse.
And as her fist flew up to his face like a rocket he would grab her forearm with his right hand and pull it back down.
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Because Kenji wasn't constantly kicking and only putting weight on the sternum it wouldn't have enough force to shatter the bones. With the constant stress on the sternum it would definitely be very sore and fracture at most..but the chances of completely breaking such a hard bone with mere weight were slim. That's why, as she felt the pain build up, she grabbed his wrist with her one free hand, and held her hands close, pulling against his strength with all her might to keep him in his position, and looked over to the sidelines where her husband was, a look of desperation in her eyes, her breaths short and heavy.
"Ah...."
~9
STRIKER OFFENSIVE!
Theory-Of-Xerosis Wrote:A high pitched whistle shot out of the crowd as paparazzi took many shots of the incoming nudity.
"DAYUM! Those are MIGHTY FINE!"
"OH YEAH," another pervert paparazzi camera man says as flashes emit from his lens. Explicit material was RARE in HoH, so when the shirt came off, the lights came on.
Dante was a shinobi. As a shinboi, he was keen on the ways of stealth. Pushing the cloth of his shirt against his striker, he would signal a "Striker Offense" and muffle the beep in his sleeve. He jumped up and quickly closed the gap between him and the two fighting. His stride was amazing. It was extremely quiet and still swift. As he ran, he would draw a single kunai knife from the pouch on the back of his waist. Callista would only have to hold the man in place for a matter of moments before Dante was behind Kenji. With great precision and speed, Dante would thrust the kunai knife down into the man's spine. The blow would be paralyzing. With the blow coming quickly from behind and Callista holding Kenji's position it would be a rather difficult position to get out of.
You won't be able to touch any more women when you can't move, especially MY woman.
Okay. Kenji wasn't a total idiot. He had noticed the firey breath of this angry man as soon as he came back from consciousness. They must be maried or related. And through Kenji's eyes his actions were a little overboard. She was the one doing all the cat walking, smooth talking, and moaning. Not him.
Through the corner of his eye Kenji saw the steathy ninja work his way up to their position with those amazing strides. He had to admit those strides were pretty sexy, but his were better. Ask his missus if he didn't believe it. She was the one who was topless underneathe him moaning and groaning. Hell, she tried to play footsie with his testicles today too. But he was dreaming about unicorns and fairies when that happened.
As he came closer to striking distance, Kenji would take his right knee off of her chest and would put it on the ground and at the same time would plant the tip of his left foot on the concrete ground. As he came in closer he would pull on her arm with his right arm and would push her left leg forward with his left arm as he bent out his left. As he did those movements he would swing her body in the direction the shinobi man was coming from and by the time his kunai would strike he would be hitting the back of his own sweet darling.
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[Basically Kenji is using Callista as a shield. That last paragraph would all be done in one fluid motion as Dante headed toward him.
And I got to go. Be back tomorrow.]
Oh hell no. Callista wasn't a human shield, nor was she so stupid to become one. The moment she felt Kenji struggle to lift her and switch positions, she quickly let go of his hand and would haul of to punch him square in the nose, with enough strength to break it.
Such pain would hinder him, throw him off course, drop her, whatever, but she wouldn't stop there. Her knee would fly up, considering his knee was on her chest, would mean he was higher up on her body, so her knee would slam hard into his tail bone. Her knee would violently flail like this and her body would struggle against him, much like a fish when the fishermen tries to hold it.
It wasn't much, but it sure as hell was enough to give Dante the time he needed to pull through with his attack.
~10
"OOOOHHH BBY."
The succubus continued to watch, loving all the groaning done by the Tenmas. One in getting back to consciousness, and another with Kenji smashing her. It was glorious for such a demoness to watch.
"And to think..." She giggled, flicking her tail behind her. "I thought the triple face plant was amusing."
So far, both of the fights had been very weird. The first one consisted of nothing but awkward moves that shouldn't have worked, and this one was becoming a sex session. He just could not wait until his fight. He wanted some action.
Callista Tenma Wrote:
Oh hell no. Callista wasn't a human shield, nor was she so stupid to become one. The moment she felt Kenji struggle to lift her and switch positions, she quickly let go of his hand. . . .
Dante had no intentions of his striker being completely futile just because Kenji decided to get up. Because Dante was BEHIND Kenji, when he rolled Dante would merely have to wait for the man to raise up from his roll. It wasn't really the wisest move, but the way the striker had been planned it was virtually full proof. Kenji could defend against Callista's punch to the nose and get stabbed in the back or he could get both punched and stabbed. Unfortunately for him, Kenji chose the first. Dante would merely wait for the man's roll to come to a stop, as he raised the kunai would be slammed into the man's spine with perfect precision. After Dante attacked he would return to the sidelines thinking It may have been smarter to roll AWAY from the attacker.
Kenji would side roll to the left to get more distance away from his opponents. But he wasn't fast enough to get away from the kunai and as he was turning the blade went into his back ribs. Blod sweeped through his wound as he continued his roll to the left. He got to his feet wincing from just being shanked.
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Ah, she was free to stand again.
Callista leaped to her feet, licking her lips and rubbing her mostly bare chest, groaning. Yeah, it hurt. But part of her training taught to swallow pain and press on, which she would have to do.
Callista would begin a sprint to where Kenji now stood, and mystically, a ring of flame would appear around him, reaching the height of his hip, to keep him where he was. Being an agile woman, it was only mere seconds before she'd skid to a halt in front of him, and raise her left leg straight into the air, to come down diagonally onto his head with enough strength to cause an instant knock out, and maybe kick out a few teeth. With his amount of blood loss, the pain from his deep wound, and the ring of fire, there was no doubt in Callista's mind that Kenji was royally screwed.
"Hyyaaaahh!!"
~11
Kenji still had some fight left in him. Yeah, his face was bleeding, his back had a gaping hole in it, and now some mystical ring of fire was around him. Yay or nay? It didn't matter. All he had to do was get through this next few moves and hopefully this fight would be over and he could visit the medics. And get laid. Thanks to this fight, he was feeling quite horny.
As the high kick came crashing toward his head diagnally, he would do the following moves in a fluent manner. He would put his right hand up to grab her ankle as her foot was just mere inches away from his skull, then instantly he would pivot on his right foot forward and simultaneously would send a strong left arm elbow strike to her left knee cap. This would likely shatter her knee. And if Kenji would get burned by the fire, he would get burned. No biggie. He could take physical pain, but not the pain of losing.
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Kenji's action would only aid Callista's next one.
When Kenji's hand grabbed the red-head's ankle, she would bounce off her free foot -- the one she was standing on-- and turn her waist. Firstly, this would turn her leg that Kenji held, and his hand would slam into the inside of her knee, bending it the proper way, and it would most likely leave a harsh bruise. Secondly, the foot she had bounced up from would soar while she turned; straight for Kenji's jaw. The added momentum would guarantee a hit. If he blocked, the speed and acceleration behind her kick would just pummel straight through, but with both his arms occupied, this was unlikely.
~12
He would get hit in the jaw, but since his left arm was bent from doing the elbow strike, her left foot would have been caught by his forearm. When it hit his forearm he would grab ahold of that ankle as well as keeping ahold on her left ankle.
He was feeling disoriented from the last hit he took, but he had his chance to end this match. They had been pretty close to the edge for the duration of the fight. It was time for him to end this now. As soon as he grabbed ahold of his right ankle he would he run through the ring of fire. It would burn most of his pants and scold his skin. He then would move the remainder of the few feet from the side and would jump off into the waters while carrying her by her ankles. He wouldn't let go of her either and since the amount of lengh between their location and the of the dam he could keep holding her up the way he was.
He would dive letting her body hit the waters first.
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It was pure luck.
Callista sensed what was about to happen, as Kenji seemed to give up and take them both out at once. When his foot brought them over the edge of the dam, that's when Callista would pull up the remaining of her charred shirt, to reveal a black, adamant chain wrapped around her waist. A whip given to her by Doji Kurohito, which she wore at all times around her stomach, fashioning it as an accessory when it wasn't being used.
She yanked the chain away from her waist, as the two began to tumble towards the water, and her wrist would whip it towards the dam. The length of it would reach the uppermost edge, and coil around a steel rod extending from the top. As the couple fell, the chain would stop the flight and the recoil would sprain Callista's wrist. She winced, but held on, grabbing with her other hand to relieve the stress.
As for Kenji... His weight was too much. She's kick her legs back, forth, up, down, until he'd release his hold.
~13
This was funny as hell.
They were now suspended over the dam hanging on by her chain around a pole. This fight should win the award for most interesting fight in the HoH ever.
Kenji would sink his teeth into her left Achilles tendon. This would rupture her tendon and would give her extreme amounts of pain.
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Callista would scream out in pain, when she felt his teeth sink into her heel.
Tears pouring over her cheeks, she'd slammed her other foot square on his face, blood dripping from the wound.
~14
He was holding onto her other leg. Why would he let it hit him?
He simply just slowed down her incoming leg with his right hand and would take a bite out of her right Achilles tendon as well. Now both of her tendons would be ruptured.
He would plant his feet on the side of the dam.
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The fact that she had been attempting to kick, wouldn't allow him to get his teeth in a good position to bite, especially without any ground as an anchor. So all that would occur would her foot slamming into his mouth.
"Auughh!! Let go of me!"
~15
He would now begin to pull on her. It would be hard for her to stay holding on that chain considering the amount of weight Kenji was compared to her. As he did that he would press his left thumb into her broken tendon to worsen the pain.
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Unbeknownst to Kenji, Callista's chain had magical properties, which allowed it to changed it's size and length. That's what made it such a handy accessory.
Wincing through the pain, and holding on for dear life, the chain would extend rapidly, wind rushing past the two, and it would slowly come to a stop just above the water. Since Kenji was below her, hanging by her ankles, this would mean he would be submerged.
Ring out.
~16
Noticing that the chain was lowering itself, Kenji freaked. Adreniline was pumping through his veins and he jumped by shooting his body up with his hands as it lowered itself and he would latch onto her shoulders by the time her chain was lowered to the water.
The time limit for the fight was now over.
The crowd was cheering loudly, boo's and yay's coming forth. Azel jumped to his feet and clapped excitedly. The fight was over. Know what that means? He sure did. It was his turn to fight. He hoped his opponent would not be long.
As the two descended down towards the deep blue water she grunted as she saw his last act of desperation. Using uncanny upperbody strength, Kenji had jumped up and aimed to grab for her shoulders. Callista was tired of having this man on top of her and grabbing on her. This time she wouldn't allow it. She prepared herself as she saw the man pulling his body upwards before the initial jump.
The demoness would extend her long legs, raising them to catch Kenji's chest. The motion wasn't so much a kick, but a move to stop Kenji from ever reaching her shoulders. With her knees planting into Kenji's chest it would hault his reach for her shoulders and cause him to either fall or grasph her hips. Either way, if Kenji reached his full destination of her shoulders or got stopped mid way he would still hit water first due to his lower position.
~17
Dante smiled as a loud horn sounded to end the round. He clapped lightly towards the two as they were hoisted up by parts of the HoH medical staff. The crowd roared as the two reached the top. They were obviously pleased. It was then when Dante would turn to Azel to give him a good nod. " Now go kick this guys a** to make up for this good damn bump on my head," Dante said rubbing the bruise and wincing slightly.
Azel would smile and begin to walk to the field. Two out of three fights. He would have to finish his quick. But he wasn't nervous, oh no. He was quite the opposite.
"No worries Dante. I got it covered."
He would now wait for his opponent.
Kenji landed in the waters with a small plop.
"Someone get me a ******** medic."
Having a stab wound in his back was really starting to get to him.
Uther would begin to move up to the challenge on the ring. Marshal would be 15 feet away from Uther...in this Uther was staring him down. His left arm attached to his heavy sheild and his mace held in his right hand. Uther's left was gently nuzzled by the wind as the river rushed, his right was facing the drop off of the dam below.
His body was some what tense under all the steel however because of how he trained he could move with some ease in the iron clad. For a human to move about in such steel without huge trouble was a sign of strength. He was not one to weild a katana, or one to jump about doing exotic martial arts but he was one to use his strength and his ability to use his inner rage and passion to fight.
There was much to be seen in this fight and the ones before it. Uther expected nothing less then dirty fighting from his combatant and his friends to step in. But no matter, even if he had to fight two on one he would fight to his last breath. With this thought as he stepped up that first second he slammed his mace into the ground with his right hand, it cracked into the cement and leveled only apart of the ground.
It was not taunt, it was no gesture of insult to his foe only that it was to shoe he weilded strength, the brute power that could easily tear people asunder. And with this at the same time his sheild slightly came infront of him, the massive tower of metal allowing Uther protection.
He stayed silent as he stared down his foe, he was of course not going to kill him as that was not his way but to inflict enough possible damage to end the fight quickly and in some thought painfully as that is the same kind of thoughts he expected his foe to hold to him.
Uther was ready...
(My internet has been giving me grief lately, we have been looking for a new internet provider fyi so please forgive me for any inconvinience during posting.)
And so it would begin. Azel did a few basic stretches, warming his legs up so as not to pull any muscles. He should have been intimidated by the man in armor in front of him. But, for some reason, he would feel nothing but excitement. A tough opponent. Someone that would be highly resistant to his attacks. He pounded his fists together, the rope around them causing dust to come out. He opened his left hand, and put his right fist to it. Then, he bowed, showing his respect to his opponent. It was not Azel's style to fight dirty, nor would he try anything under-handed. He turned to Dante and Callista.
"Guys. No Striker's. This is my fight."
He then turned back to stare at the man ahead of him. The crowd was going wild. He could still hear the yay's and nay's of the people. He could hear the girl that had thrown her bra above anyone else. She was getting annoying. This was a fight to see. A normal man and a iron clad behemoth. This would definitely be a fight for the century. He slid his right foot book and brought his left arm up, loosely holding his fist in the air. His right arm was by his side, fist clenched. A smile came across his face.
"Anytime you're ready big guy."
Callista, eyes teary from the pain, nuzzled up to her lover, Dante, for comfort.
"I need a medic.." she whined to him in a low whisper. But she wasn't going to lose her spirit. She looked over to Azel, and called out cheerfully.
"Whoop him, Azel!!"
Dante looked at Callista then at the medical staff who had hoisted the two up, then back at her, then at the staff again, then at her, and at the staff one last time. Dunno why the hell you came crawling to me, he thought with a raised brow. Focusing on the fight at hand, he would shift his arm to point to the medical staff without looking. " They're hear for a reason. "
The medics had stiched up his back wound and treated the burn on his right knee. Damn. He hadn't been in a fight that strange in a long time. It was a sign. A sign of more interesting happenings to occur. Sitting around his shotgun house, playing Uno stark naked on Xbox Live, and injecting himself with heroin was losing its fun.
God he needed a ********' Pepsi.
Shinobi Tenma Wrote:Dante looked at Callista then at the medical staff who had hoisted the two up, then back at her, then at the staff again, then at her, and at the staff one last time. Dunno why the hell you came crawling to me, he thought with a raised brow. Focusing on the fight at hand, he would shift his arm to point to the medical staff without looking. " They're hear for a reason. "
"But I missed you!!!" She cried, feeling offended that he'd even have to question her.
Dante looked at her and those cute puppy dog eyes and just couldn't say no. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he would motion her towards the medical team. " Come on, let's get you bandaged up. Plus, I gotta get my Wakizashi from Anthon's leg..The doctors should have it," he said as he supported her in there walk.
The woman sniffed and half-hopped, half-dragged herself over to the medical team, where she could get proper treatment.
"Did I do good?" she asked, staring up at the wolfish man as a medical officer wrapped her feet in heavy gauze and bandages. She hissed slightly from the stinging, but bit her lip and just looked up to Dante pitifully.
Kenji felt the stiches on his back. He had to have about twenty of them to close the the goddamn wound. It didn't give him that piercing pain like it was before. Must have been those pills they'd given him. He was now numb and felt quite happy. He looked over at his opponents. They were getting all touchie feely with each other. He knew they were lovers. Now he felt the need to properly introduce himself, since he had just had her under him, topless and moaning and that dude had just stabbed him in the back with a ******** kunai. It was about time they got acquainted.
He would call over to them as they began to walk over.
"You two goin' without me?"
Kenji followed them.
Kenji III Wrote:Kenji felt the stiches on his back. He had to have about twenty of them to close the the goddamn wound. It didn't give him that piercing pain like it was before. Must have been those pills they'd given him. He was now numb and felt quite happy. He looked over at his opponents. They were getting all touchie feely with each other. He knew they were lovers. Now he felt the need to properly introduce himself, since he had just had her under him, topless and moaning and that dude had just stabbed him in the back with a ******** kunai. It was about time they got acquainted.
He would call over to them as they began to walk over.
"You two goin' without me?"
Kenji followed them.
Hunter didn't like to admit the amount of pain he was in, it wasn't a proper expression of masculine virtue to do so. Everyone raised in the tradition of his ancestors understood the importance of maintaining the stiff upper lip in the face of abject horror, and he was no exception. He lost pints of blood during the fight, and managed to survive without completely going into shock primarily from the number of belts, quickly pulled to restrain blood loss of any laceration, and woven together much like the old yakuza and WWII fighters to avoid being disemboweled. He had bruises all over his body, a deep puncture wound in his thigh, lacerations and cuts all through his torso, blisters on his hands, and fresh scabs from his preliminary match...
He decided to allow his team mate the opportunity to fight without intervention, but watched from the side lines in crimson soaked bandages drinking mint tea.Proud of Kenji's ability to survive, he gave a solid nod as the man returned, realizing these were no ordinary foes, and reserving his suspicions of demonic intervention for later...
Uther could sense something from this one. He with the sense of a good match gave a smile now, only it was not any intimidating or taunting smile it was one of joy. Finnally he could once in his life get a one on one match. However he still knew in his mind s**t could happen.
"With honor." Uther would say to his foe and in such only begin to move.
He would move forward, not too fast but no too slow. It would seem he was charging at him, the left arm in front of his body but the shield now also in front of him. Though it covered his front how could he even see him? A fighter's sense as you could call it. For someone to actually lug around some shield and perform combat with such an item without the benefit of sight you could say he could either hear or feel the movements of his foe through the air. Like when a car door slams you feel the force of the impact through the air.
Of course these senses of touch and hearing had limits for a mere mortal. He just had a couple of things going for him: He could lug around such weight, he could use this weight as a weapon, he could hear well and had a good sense of touch.
So of course he would charge slowly with the shield in front as the iron clad moved to his opponent a good few feet like about 5 - 7. His mace was moved up a bit, his right hand semi dragging it as his hand was gripping near the full steel head of the object. The long back pole of it going past his head from the lower right to the upper left, which brought up a question. From the weight of the head and the size of the handle this was obviously a weapon to be best used with two hands, so how could he be lugging this shield with this heavy weapon and this suit of armor.
Simple, he was not one to flip about like everyone else as probably noted, he was not some martial artist expert in the sense of what hand to hand combat was normally seen around the tournament. He fought more like a knight would, using his strength to move about in iron clad and use it as a weapon.
What one could see as weakness Uther saw as an advantage. By running at some controlled speed his knock back on his own accord could be dampened, by such he could keep more balance and make more return counters in combat. Now to mention this armor was like a second skin, thick, sturdy and durable. Especially for him to be holding a tower shield without it being too much of a hassle in the sense of it waving around everywhere and lacking balance (mainly due to the handling of it).
Uther knew not what he was going to fight but he hoped his foe would not underestimate him, he had strength and he took full advantage of it. But more so he knew how to control it and properly apply it in combat.
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Azel smiled. A giant suit of armor coming at him, with a shield in front. This would hinder his sight, but he knew that no man would cut off his sight completely. He knew that he would be able to sense him some other way. So he decided to mess with him a bit. He looked back at the crowd and waved, making them go wild. The sound level began to rise like crazy, so if the man was planning on hearing Azel moving, it would be near impossible over the noise going on. At the same time, he brought his fight foot forward and up, slamming it back down hard on the ground, sending out vibrations through the concrete. This would fool the man's sense of touch.
As the man neared him, he jumped to the side of the shield, rolling away and to safety from the man's charge. He knew the limits of armor. It hindered movement greatly, no matter how proficient you were with it. It locked up key joints. So, by rolling to the man's shield side, he would protect himself from any kind of attack. The man would not be able to reverse momentum in time to attack him. Heavy armor = slower movement. The man may by strong, but to reverse motion like that in armor that big would not be possible.
Azel hopped back to his feet and would whistle at the man, just in case he hadn't sense him moving. He remembered his surroundings well. To his right would the drop off into the water, to his left, the drop off into nothing. And in front of him, a beast in armor. He didn't have many options. He would have to figure out a way to fight this man.
1/17
Uther would just smile now, a grin took his face again of joy. He during this time knew Azel was screwing with him in the sense of trying to null out his presence by using the crowd as a way to hide from his hearing and touch. However he also had peripheral vision. He caught Azel nearly, he rolled to his shield side being his left. Now his shield was nearly incfront of him so he could see from the sides somewhat and of course caught glimpse of Azel.
But more so there was another thing he probably did not Azel to expect, again there was a reason he moved in such a pace. Not a full charge and not a mere slow movement but a balanced speed in which he could control better.
As he would begin to see Azel move to his left he would at that exact moment come to a complete stop, now of course this was when he rolled into sight which he would begin the stop. From the fact he was not moving so fast he could do this but more so do what he was going to do next. With this Azel was in range of him, by a couple of feet and would make his strike.
He would slightly duck his head forward and slam his shield to the left in a way that made him move counter clockwise. From this his head was covered better by the shield like a turtle going into it's shell almost. The shield though would come in faster then expected, again because of the speed control Uther had, use momentum of his stop and weight to spin.
By lifting up his left foot only an inch and move in counter clockwise form his left side would move, his shield coming in again as noted faster then expected to slam in on the now standing Azel. This was a danger to Azel, it was a thick wall of metal, coming in at such force from the speed to where it could knock him down and the impact could probably knock him out at the worst case scenario. If not break a bone or two or just knock him down to the floor.
How could it knock him out? Well if it hit, again standing up the full force the blow would give would send him flying, the shock of the impact enough to knock him out. If Azel was more sturdy then this only a bone or two would be set ajar and broken. Or if he was very sturdy he would merely be knocked down a good 10 feet or more as the impact was going to be very heavy.
Now as for his head, again ducking it was protected greatly, and as this was all one movement Uther took this seriously. One movement to duck and strike at the same time. He of course did not expect this to end the fight but one may never know.
There was of course a reason Uther took this action, for one Azel spent most of his time taunting, and since Uther started out 15 feet away and only advanced probably 5 - 7 feet forward, this left a gap of 10 - 8 feet between Azel and Uther meaning Azel would have to take the time to roll 10 - 8 feet to Uther's shield side and stand up on top of the taunting the crowd and stomping his feet to the ground earlier. Meaning Uther probably would have stopped before hand as his intention was to cover that many feet in the first place.
So from this the chances again were high that he would hit Azel and in some possibility ending the match in one blow. If not then oh well, he would continue on with this fight regardless. But the fact Azel was pulling so much during his taunting of the crowd again as noted he was at high risk for being hit by this attack as even though Uther was slow Azel did give him an attack of opportunity by means of timing. So basically moment he would stand up would be when a strike would have been layed or would be in the process of attack which it would be very close to Azel and being a tower shield it was as tall or taller then Azel and being wider then the average person it had a lot of range considering.
In short...this one blow could actually decide the entire match if it connected, and most likely one way or another it would hit.
2/17
Fortunately for Azel, he had not spent as much time taunting as his opponent might think. Waving a hand and stomping the ground took all of 2-3 seconds, which would give him plenty of time to roll and see this attack coming. Since the shield was coming at a side, and Azel was already low to the ground, he merely threw his weight back, dropping down low, the shield passing over him. As it passed, he pushed off with his feet, going into a back roll. As he came up, he pushed off with his hands and did a back hand spring. He had just put about 6 feet between them. The man was faster then he had originally thought, so he would have to be careful.
He brought himself back to a defensive position and looked over his opponent. He had no helmet, and that seemed to be his only weak point. He would have to see if there were any others. He kept in mind the man's range as well, knowing that the war hammer had a very good reach, and his arms were long as well. He would have to watch his distance and wait for an opening.
"Seems like we finally have a fight on our hands."
::Edit due to misunderstanding.::
2/17
But, Azel never said he was getting close to Uther. No, he just stated he rolled in the direction his shield was located. So, from this, there would still be about 10 feet between them. To say that Azel had actually ran at him then rolled away was ridiculous. He had never committed to such a deed. He was merely preparing himself. So, with the actions taken, he was still about 10 feet from his opponent. When he was on his feet, he looked at Uther. A beast in armor. What could he do.
Then he noticed that the man's head was unprotected. No helmet. This was his opening. He also noticed the joints in his armor. His arm and leg joints were weak, since they had to be flexible for him to move. He took all this in, and smiled. He knew how he was going to fight. He slid his right foot back, dust coming up. He slid his left arm forward, much like how he had done at the beginning of the match.
"Now, let's get this underway."
2/17
Unfortunately there would be no room for him to be under the shield, it was just about as tall at Uther was, from nearly the ground up. It was of course an inch about the ground when Uther had used his shield as a weapon meaning there was no possible way for Azel to actually go under it.
For him to drop his weight down meant he was unguarded, the Shield would hit him full force on his face. The impact would knock him out cold. How could he even make himself go under 1 inch. So basically this is what happened, Uther's shield was tall. It of course did not skid on the ground it was a inch above ground. So again Azel could not go under it in all sense.
Now as Azel would move his weight back of course dropping his face would meet the low end of the shield just about, as well as the rest of his body. But as nothing was weighing Azel down he was of course as said before wide open. The impact was deadly but of course it would not kill him. The force was enough to rattle his bones, and coming to his face it would knock Azel out cold while sending him flying back many feet but even if it was not just the face the sheer force of impact would send waves of force throughout Azel's body thus again knocking him out. Now even if it did not hit the face the mere fact it would make impact would just send enough force to knock out Azel anyways.
He would eventually come to a skid scraping on the ground taking basically a wall of metal to his face and/or body with massive speed and force. It would be over most likely, Uther held his form as the shield made impact on Azel leaving Uther's foe unconscious and out of commission.
3/17
Uther in this would move his shield, a bit infront of him now but more so his face was guarded, his arm that was attached to the shield was also grabbing apart of his mace, his right hand near the head of it but moved down the handle where as the left was above his right hand, of course this meant his body was moving to the side where his backside was almost facing the river.
The way it enabled him to attack with full power and defend with optimum efficiency. But at the same time he would begin to walk to Azel a good 5 feet, taking massive step. Again like a semi charge but more so a walk this time. From the shield placement his entire front was defended. The shield also covered his front by means of his face but also tipped up to where it went above his head slightly. His handle of his mace went past the back of his head also. Of course his head was uncovered but mainly the reason of being encumbered. A good plate helmet weighed a lot and so as such he had to improvise.
But because of this he was only advancing ground on Azel, he would eventually begin an assault but he wanted to cover ground. Uther would be at this point be 5 feet away.
3/17
Fighters Azel and Uther have been given permission to strike their previous posts (Azel 2:17, Uther 3:17) due to confusion.
They are to continue forward from here following the events of Uther 2:17.
Azel watched as his opponent drew closer. He took note of the slow pace, and noted that it was likely for the reason of more control. A slower pace meant more control for a man in his position. As his opponent neared the 5 feet mark, Azel rushed in. His speed was remarkable, covering the distance in about a solid second. As he neared Uther, he took a different approach this time. He darted to his mace wielding arm, and dodge to the side. The man wouldn't be able to hit him with the weapon, because it would take him too long to raise it. As he came around the back side, he targeted the man's knee's. Actually, the back side in this case.
He darted forward, fast and hard, not giving Uther any time to even begin a turn. What he did next was a little weird. His elbows began to glow a slight blue color, very faint at first, but quickly became a light blue. This was spiritual energy, energy that let him do more damage and have greater durability to the area affected by it. He jumped forward, putting his hands together with his elbows extended out. He would crash into the back side of Uther's knee's, buckling them, causing the iron giant to fall. Since he dove forward, he would go through Uther's legs to come out in front of him, and he rolled away. The way that Azel had struck would cause Uther to fall back, falling on his own legs. This would either break his legs, or make them unable to carry the weight of his armor.
He would not be able to get up.
3/17
Just outside the designated fighting area, Fiora wandered up, poking the FIGHTER on her wrist with an extended index finger. She glanced up from her wandering and poking and saw her team fighting, specifically Azel at this point, whose elbows were glowing a funny color. She raised an eyebrow at this and sat down and began to pay attention to the fight. She mindlessly said to herself....
"Are we winning?"
Fortunately for Uther his armor would not allow him to buckle down, reason being behind his legs at the knee area the armor was of course thin but strong enough to take this blow. But it was not the armor alone that would save this it was how it was formed. It was a layer like mesh, like scales but more simpler in design. They would fold in, like a sliding door going against each other and in this stalling the knee from going any further.
This meant he would not lose weight or buckle down...which meant his position was nearly the same this meant his shield was in front of him still.
Now this being the case, he tried to buckle him down and trip him but that sadly more ways then one would not really work. One the armor prevented it now because of the layer behind the knee, but more so his shield would provide enough frontal weight to counter balance this. But this meant Azel would role right into the shield pretty fast, that of course would not allow him to go any further but more so leave a nice bump on the head. Also since Uther's legs were somewhat arched back well his body actually lowered in height rolling back or jumping back just could not happen. But for him to go at such speed into an object head first nearly would shake him up a bit.
The bump is not what would get him, its just a bump big deal however what would come next would finish it. Because now he was between his legs trapped. He could not go forward, or to the sides and going back...Azel could not but most importantly he was within range of attack.
Uther at this instant of chance would take his mace and slam it left to Azel's head, the impact would be enough to knock him out cold. The blunt full steel head of the weapon against his normal skull would send a shock that as mentioned would knock him out. Like how a person plays crochet with a ball.
Uther obviously would win this now but mainly because of these factors. He would not buckle down because of the armor behind his knees and how it was formed. Azel would also be trapped because well the legs and the shield and him bumping into it pretty hard. And there was really no way for him to pass through after all it was heavy as hell and attached to Uther's arm, to pass through his strength was to defy the laws of nature itself. More so there was enough room to wack Azel with the mace. And since the mace was pretty much point blank to his head it would hit and it had enough density and force applied to it allowing it to knock out Azel with no time for him to roll back or crawl back. Mainly because of the knock on the head dazing him a bit. It was over.
4/17
Poor Uther. He really did underestimate Azel. Of course, that was normal. Who would think a normal human could beat a giant in armor. Now, since Azel had bumped into a shield, he would have a bump on his head. But, he had great concentration, which would keep him from losing focus. He knew what was about to come. One thing would be unexpected though.
Sliding doors could be broken. Same with Uther's knee armor. The strength of the blow Azel had just delivered was not just a normal elbow to the knee. A normal elbow could break bones with enough force, and now, this force was intensified. When he had struck, it would weaken the strength of the armor. So, yes, Uther would catch on the armor, but only for a second, before the weight would cause the armor to slide past itself, overlapping the layer saving him. And, since Azel had crashed into Uther's shield, that would throw the shield up from impact, and cause it to lose its counter-balance force. Uther would buckle from the weakened armor, and he would fall back, landing on his back with his shield flying on top of him.
Again, his legs would either break, or he would not be able to get up.
4/17
Uther never underestimated Azel, and he knew Azel did not underestimate him. Uther's armor was made for issues like this as well, part of the flap of armor probably would have broken but the issue here was the armor locked in place. Basically the knees would have buckled however the armor locking in place with it's massive weight would prevent Uther from toppling over. Again because this was the case no toppling over meant no losing his counter balance on the shield.
Yes the elbow blow was heavy, and because of his strength as well as spiritual control it would have damaged this flap a good deal but because of the design again it would work with the other flaps and the front to lock in place working with the weight of the leggings of the armor to prevent Uther from falling though it would hurt to hell. The force would obviously hit his knees on the vulnerable part and the knees would not be able to go anywhere but Uther would take the pain as it would come.
This being said Azel would not make it very far, the Shield being moved a bit up but not all the way allowing escape practically impossible.
From this as Uther had tried to attack earlier it would obviously have now hit. The shock of the attack on his legs taking effect but no so much to prevent Uther to attacking. Again his mace would hit Azel's head knocking him out.
In short the knee area locked in place, the armor or the leg plates on Uther working with this to prevent his knee form moving by means of using weight and the design of the knee part of these leggings. Of course the back flap had taken great damage, physical hits merely would do nothing much but the spiritual aspect of the attack increasing its damage would hinder this...repairs would have to be done soon obviously or this weakness was going to be greater then before. The key factor to this hit even getting in was the knee part of the leggings, yes a flap would be harmed greatly but the true extent of the design used the weight of the leg plates with it providing pressure and would squeeze on the legs thus not letting them go down.
As for Azel he would have been knocked out because again the knees locking in place meant the legs did not move thus keeping Uther in position, thus allowing Uther to block out Azel from moving and again allowing him to knock Azel out with much ease.
5/17
