Firebrand Tavern

Stage4: Firebrand Tavern

Barroom Brawl

The bar is a HoH staple. The Firebrand is a Gaia staple. Rage will probably be upset.

Quote Rage, "The quaint little two-story bar, made of stone on the outside, is built on a beach - betraying the sandy ground with deep-running struts to make sure that even powerful waves and winds won't carry it out to sea, it's also partially built straight into the stone wall behind it to add to it's mystique, although there is also a fair-sized grassy area in the back as well. The sign swaying in the wind just above the porch reads "The Firebrand Bar and Grill."

The interior is well-decorated, your average bar with several windows letting sunlight stream in, wooden tables and chairs, and a fully-stocked bar. There are also stairs leading to a second floor, a door to the kitchen."

So your regular well stocked rustic bar.

Terrain

General - Solid ground. Lots of tables and chairs. A long bar with stools.

Weapons - Bottles, chairs, stools, dwarves.

Bonus Effects - +3 to getting drunk.

The Gaia 7 news reporter Wrote:

"Furthermore the man described by the performers as the "little asian-lookin’ dude in a white jump suit and a midget" now known to be Colonel Iyam A Heita and his companion Wonder-lad were seen following the musicians. It seems he wished to speak with the group about some of the lyrics in their song."

"It's a good thing we packed the collapse-able Heita motorbike in the trunk of the BMW X6 is it not Wonder-lad?" He stood with his hands at his waist and a pompous know-it-all stance. " Now make haste Wonder-lad so that we may discuss with these young lads the subjugation of women in their lyrics."

It wasn't too long after that Wonder lad would hold up a sign; Ready!

Sliding out the backseat of the BMW X6, he would finish polishing his glasses and place them back onto the bridge of his nose. The Hood of his Punisher Hoodie was pulled over his head to hide his image from the cameras of the news reports that were present. Watching as the Colonel took off after the boy band, the over sized techie had no choice but to follow Lucid as he went off on one of his normal rants. He wasn't paying attention, but merely walking along looking off to his left while speaking. "Yeah Lucid.... I know Lucid... of course Lucid.... Kaboom Lucid." Hands in his pockets, he would think over how much he hated being left alone with Lucid, and a few of the other places he would rather be.

"Yeah Lucid.... I know Lucid... of course Lucid.... Kaboom Luci--"

”No, fool!”

Lucid’s left index finger whirled into Urarah’s face as they entered the bar. He waved it around like Sasha Fierce as he elaborated a nonsense point to the tall and bulky man.

”It’s… KaBloom!”

”…With emphasis. You know what, Urarah…”

As Lucid continued towards the bar, he actually maneuvered behind it rather than taking a squat at one of its stools. As he spoke, Lucid began rummaging through bar glasses to collect every shot glass he could find.

Normally would I not take this moment to have the level of fun I’m about to have. Yes, this is the point where you should pay attention, because things are about to hit the fan, hard. I took notice that Iyam hadn’t yet walked into the building. In fact, I could have sworn I heard him reving his bike when we were coming into the place. Now, I don’t know why Heita would flee the scene, however, I smelled opportunity and God was I about to take it.

”You know what your problem is…”

“You ain’t got no kahoona’s, Urarah. You’re a big, fat monkey looking man with bulging biceps and raging hormones, and no friggin idea how to use them. I’m gonna learn you something right now, before you walk outta this bar…”

Next thing Urarah would know, there would be a row of shot glasses lined across the bar. Lucid didn’t even count how many he set out. He just placed them in a perfect line. Turning his back to Urarah and the bar, Lucid began to remove several bottles of liquor from the shelves, a combination of white and brown liquors. In particular, Lucid favored most of the vodkas and organized them in a group on the counter. Next was Patron Silver, a drink Lucid placed at the center of the line of shot glasses. Finally, a bottle of Bacardi 151. Lucid hunted all of these bottles down and took them into his possession. He secluded these bottles away from sight behind the bar counter.

I wasn’t concerned if Urarah noticed where I placed these bottles. In fact, I was counting on him to realize where they were. However, I’ve got plans for this stuff. Can’t let it fall into enemy hands.

”I’m gonna show you how to be a man. And the first lesson that you’ll receive for today is a game. I challenge you, Urarah, to a game of who can hold their liquor best. The challenge is this: For every hit you receive, you drink. For every hit I receive, I’ll drink. The first person who falls down from too much alcohol will lose, and the loser has to enter our next fight in a woman’s bra. And just to make sure no one turns their back on the bet, we’re gonna have the camera crew over there film our pinky swear…”

Finally having the bar set as he pleased, Lucid emerged from behind the bar and rose his pinky to Urarah in front of Gaia 7 news and the dwarves within the building. As he did so, the door seemed to open and two individuals entered, one a few minutes behind the other. Lucid would direct his attention to them later. For now, Urarah needed to place his bet.

He would blink as a finger was wagged around in his face, the irratation at it all clearly shown on his features. "No what Lucid?" He would respond as he watched the man walk away and prepare shot glasses and gather liquor bottles. What in the world is he doing? Listening to the man insult him outright, he felt angered to the point he almost wanted to sock him one good one. In fact with the thought racing through his head, he would move up towards where Lucid was position behind the bar, preparing himself to swing and aim one for the fences. Of course this would be short lived as Lucid laid out his proposition..

Once again here was Lucid trying to get over on him. The cold blood individual knew that his tolerance level was a lot higher when it came to alcohol, so why wouldn't it surprise him that in a bar Lucid would challenge him to a drinking game. "Your kidding me right? You know because of your lower temperatures that your level of tolerance to alcohol is about 55.237% higher than my own. That wouldn't be a fair challenge to say the least." He heard the entrance of more people, but right now his mind was in over time. Perhaps if he could get Lucid to take a head start and maybe even decimate his opponent in his fight, he would have a chance to Lucid drunk and then embarrass himself by wearing a bra. Oh that would be classic.

Slam!

Some random broad slammed her hand upon the counter. Lucid tilted his head a bit as his rocks glasses rattled.

”Few rounds please! Wait! Few bottles!”

”How ‘bout on a day that doesn’t end in Y? How ‘bout you’re your boyfriend over there grows a pair. You wait a minute, and stop slamming the bar. You’ll knock my glasses out of order.”

Lucid snapped to the woman whom made herself a little too comfortable. With a bit of a snarl, he turned away from her, taking hold of the bottle of Patron Silver. With the flip of a wrist, Lucid poured 3 shot glasses. Two of them were set before Urarah, and one was slid down the bar to the impatient woman. Was Lucid acting as the bartender to the enemy?

It’s all a part of the plan. And if the skater-punk wants some drinks, too. Well, he can have them. But first…

”You know what, Urarah. You’re right. I should do something to even the odds.”

That being said, Lucid tilted his head back and began chugging the bottle of Patron.

Normally, this would be bad for the average human, or any warm blooded creature for that matter. However, Urarah had a point. My current cold blood would slow the process of intoxication, which means Urarah would be at a serious disadvantage, I figured, half the bottle of Patron would do the trick. The highest grade Tequila, a spirit which in itself can bring a sober man to semi-retardation in seconds. Poor urarah, he has no idea what he’s getting into.

Liquor poured from the sides of Lucid’s lips as he chugged away. He lowered the bottle, coughing as some of the liquor dripped from the side of his lips.

”GodDamns**t!”

”I hate the way it burns!”

Lucid slammed the bottle on the counter. The other shot glasses began to rattle, but he didn’t care. He also wasn’t paying too much mind to the woman he gave a shot glass to, because he needed Urarah’s confirmation of the bet.

”So, we got a deal now, Magilla Gorilla? Come on, wouldn’t it be bad a** if I went against the next team in a woman’s bra? Think about it…”

Lucid offered a deceptive smile, sniffling a bit as the Liquor began to clear his nose, and burn it.

"You got a deal then Lucid."

”A pleasure doing business with you…”

Lucid concluded, as well, by wrapping his pinky around Urarah’s extended wittle puddy. And just as both men were about to pull back…

Baam!

Lucid’s right hand launched forward to slam into Urarah’s chest. It wasn’t too hard a hit, but it would sting a bit from the pure surprise of it all. And before urarah could even comprehend what just happened…

Baaam!

That would be the sound of Lucid’s second fist colliding with Urarah’s cushioned muscle. If Urarah wasn’t expecting Lucid to strike, this was his wake up call. Two strikes to the chest, simple jabs, which would probably infuriate the big man at this point. Lucid took a step back, raising his hands within the air.

”Damn, Urarah. You suck at this game. There’s 2 hits, as we speak. The fight hasn’t even started yet, and you’re about to take 2 shots of Patron. Don’t mind the burning sensation as it goes down. That’s just a little medicine to put some hair on your chest. Drink up, now…”

Lucid portrayed the tone of a caring father, instilling morals into the child.

Except if I were Urarah’s father, I’d have to be a nuclear mutation or I’d shoot myself.

”Did I mention, that’s the next part of this game. You’re fighting first. Don’t worry, though. I’ve got your back if things get rough. You know I would never let you fall… unless it’s on your a**. HaHaHa!”

You know that sound that you hear in old movies when a bomb's being dropped, or in old cartoons when a character falls from a really high place to their imminent doom? Yeah, that whistle. That was the whistle that could clearly be heard outside of the Firebrand as a hulking shadow swept over the sandy beach. Anyone who dared look up, fighters, spectators, and media alike, would all see a ever-growing speck in the sky that seemed to be the cause of all the sound.

Reporters everywhere were temporarily swayed from covering the fight, instead covering what appeared to be a man plummeting towards the ground.

"... seem to have caught sight of some rogue, possibly insane man that has jumped off the back of... a dragon?! James, are you getting this? Wait a second, it's... no, wait... ladies and gentlemen, I think we're catching sight of...."

Rage.

It was the only thing on his mind as he tumbled haphazardly through the air, seeming to drift lazily in and out of realizing how incredibly dumb this was. Or maybe, just maybe, he had said something to piss off his mode of transport and wasn't trying terribly hard to stay on. It was hard to tell when one was falling at terminal velocity towards the Barton / Gambino ocean.

"... towards the water at incredible speed. Whoever this man is, he's clearly not of the right mind. He's only seconds away from impact with the water, I don't see how he could possibly..."

SPLOOSH.

About fifty yards away from shore, a massive cloud of steam erupted, where there should have been a splash. A mid-sized wave rippled towards the shore, before drawing back a light layer of sand with it. A few bubbles pierced the otherwise calm of the water. Then a few more, and a few more after that, then....

"Ackpth. I hate sea water."

It was too bad Vahn wasn't around. The name "Seaweed-head" would have worked wonders right now as a green (yet surprisingly dry) mop rose from the depths. Cue cheesy sound effects and monster music. Steam rose from the man's body, battered bomber jacket and all, as he made his final few steps from the water and into the sunlight.

And about seven microphones.

"Rage, what's your opinion on your second-place victory last year?"

"Where's Sakura? The fans want to see her!"

"What's your shoe size?"

"Is it true that you'll be reprising your role as lead voice actor for Rage in Rage V?"

"Where's Poley? We came to see Poley!"

Shove, push, push, shove... it was impossible to get through all these people. A wave of steam erupted from his body as a result, and the resulting heat coming off his body was enough to keep most people away, save for the rogue demon who happened to like it hot. Who would also get a threatening glare in the process.

He made his way up the sandy shore towards the Firebrand, stepping lightly onto the porch, and finally through the door that some jackass had conveniently kicked open earlier. A short look around. Drinking contest, half-naked girl, people shooting they damn mouths off.

None of that really mattered to him right now. "Watts."

One of the dwarfen staff trying to keep things in line waddled up to Rage's feet. Bad idea, as he was quickly picked up by the scruff of his beard and held a few inches away from the man's face. "WHERE THE HELL IS WATTS?!" The dwarf took a moment to open his eyes, making sure that there wasn't going to be anything else yelled at him.

"He... left. Said he knew you were coming... thought you might want to watch the fight... don't hurt me...."

He landed on the ground with a thump, but otherwise was unhurt. Rage, realizing that he was forced to be part of the sidelines and not part of the fight (a strange feeling for him), took a seat at the closest place he could that was still considered a spectator area. "So help me Gaia's various gods if one of you BONEHEADS busts up my place, I'm gonna break my foot off in your asses."

How many feet did this guy have?

Razor looks over to a man telling her to stop slamming her hand, Who the hell did he think he was. Scoffing, but follows up with a smirk.

"As if you could keep order anyway, you probably don't even know how to count! And he has bigger Cojones then you!"

How RUDE she thought before seeing Kizu how over the bar. Just then the loud sound had made her blink a few times,and then the dwarf tugging at Kizu. DAAAMN!! Was she seeing things? That deserves a shot, which she takes straight from the bottle, no wait two.

Slamming the bottle down on the bar she stand up. An she hears someone speak about hurting the bar. Well with the way the others over there are talking things may get a little rough. Then noticing it begin to get a little crowding, looking over at Kizu as she leans the upper half of her body over to him as she spoke.

"Hey there big boy,you gonna drink up with me or not? Hurl the damn dwarf if you have to, we are here to have one hell of a time are we not?"

She always seems to pick the best times to flirt with the Kizu. Buuut one of those guys over there was HAWT too.

.....

.....And then... the alcohol.

.....Not to say that Sahir was anything next to an alcoholic, but he did indeed enjoy his liquor. With a casual glance to either side, picking up details of his surroundings - positions of other persons, random scenery of the bar itself, and the occasional... dwarf? Yes, there appeared t'be dwarves! - Sahir aimed a calm gait in the direction of the bar. As he neared, he noted that someone had already aligned a multitude of shot glasses and alcoholic beverages.

....."Who's gonna' be my GODDAMNDRINKIN'BUDDY!?!" demanded the newcomer in an excited yell as he landed on the other side of the bar. With a deftly decisive facial expression, he went to sorting through the various liquids; some vodka, some rum, some this'n'that... and then his eyes glimpsed a rather familiar container; his eyes slid across the brand as his lips split to utter "Basil Hayden's." A look of glee gripped his eyes as his fingers slowly crept toward the bottle.

.....Sahir wasn't much paying attention to the fact that everyone had already arrived here much earlier than him, but then again, he had guessed that such a thing would happen...

Smash.

The stool would be ripped to shreds, you know that whole metal gauntlets > wood stool thing. But his blow would tear into his opponent and that would upset Urarha as his body dipped a little to far to the right for his liking. Muscles flexing in his huge thighs, he would press off his right leg as his opponent was trying to get a grip on the bottle sitting at the bar. Driving his weight forward as he took on a MEANFACE, he would aim a driving right jab right for the face of the dude...... just as the bottle got up in the air. He was praying that this didn't turn out to be like his prelim fight where he was just beating on the guy and he didn't hit back.

Attack/Counter:

GLOWING JAB

jab

Location:

watch your head

Estimated Damage:

Bust lip, bleeding, hey just think now you got the nose for an Owen Wilson look a like contest.

Cell State

Current: 1

Used: 2

Added: 0

-2-

Blam.

With his forward momentum, the bottle would come slamming down on the back of his shoulder blades. Pain, liquor and glass racing down his back in a race to see which one could reach the floor first, his eyes would shoot open as his opponent sought to wrap his arms around his body. There wasn't much he could do to stop that feat, but he could stop the lifting by lowering his upper body as he sprawled. His lower half scooting back in the process as he arched up on his toes, he would prevent himself from being lifted as his own hands wrapped around the torso of his opponent.

A slight grunt as he ignored the screaming pain that riddled his shoulder blades, he would lean his weight backwards as he jerked up on the poor guys frame.... he wasn't? Yeah he was. Rolling back onto his heels to help with the lifting, he would proceed to tilt him upwards as to power bomb him. But instead of bringing him completely to the full height, Urarha would stop him so that his back was parallel to the ground before snapping him back down again.

With that being said in down, if he would let his opponent go unless the dude had some sort of trick up his sleeve, and stagger his way back over to where Lucid was. Yeah that was another shot wasn't it?

Damage Taken

Bottle broken on his shoulder blades....

Attack/ Counter

Snap Powerbomb

Attack Location

Back

Estimated Damage

Gives new meaning to having your back blown out.

-3-

Okay he wasn't ready to accompany a large man shooting off energy in this power bomb. In fact the reason he wasn't going to go that high, was because in his state, he didn't have the equilibrium to support himself much less himself and another person. So when his opponent burst, Urarha would feel his world sway and his body rock back further than he wanted.... in fact he just straight feel. In the process of landing on his a though, he would use the momentous burst put forth by his opponent to basically flip him over his head into the nearest table/stool/dwarf... whatever happen to be behind them at the time as his hands tried to find purchase near his a to keep himself from falling.

THUMP.

He would land on the ground rather hard, a pained look taking over his face as he gathered himself back to his feet. Lumbering over the bar, he would grab himself one of those bottles of Patron that Lucid had and put it to his lips as a couple of swallows brought forth a new pain to take away the old ones. Making a face at Lucid, he would stumble his way back over the bar again as he squinted at his opponent. "Youz not really a -hic- fighter are joo?" He would say with a sneer and pointing with his index finger while still holding on to that same bottle. One would guess that was his attempt at an insult.

Attack:

None.

Attack Location:

None

Estimated Damage:

None.

Cell State

Current: 1

Used: 2

Added: 0

Charge Initiated: 1/2

-4-

Well this wasn't really going all that well as now a dwarf came flying at him... he was tripping out majorly. Did one hallucinate when they got drunk? It was something he didn't know, but at the moment he was enjoying the taste of the Patron as it went down smooth. Not concerned with his moseying opponent, he would put the bottle back to his lips as he shut his eyes tightly.... yeah it burned as it went down smooth. The sensation reaching his stomach, he would cough and hack as he pulled the bottle from his lips and focused his light gray eyes back on his opponent.

Attack:

None.

Attack Location:

None

Estimated Damage:

None.

Cell State

Current: 1

Used: 2

Added: 0

Charge Initiated: 2/2

-5-

-He gulped the held moonshine and then his expression gradually became more of a carefree look. He put the bottle up to his lips and continued to drink a couple more gulps and he was done with it, not really. He just didn't feel like drinking anymore, he stopped a few feet away from his opponent and decide to let the tail take hold of the bottle to keep his hands more free. Kizu leaned on the back of the stool and smiled with a stream of frost leaking from the mouth. All that dude was going to see from this frigid fighter is a hearty smile with double colored eyes glowing. Yeah, there were insults flying. He couldn't care less about it.-

"Hehe."

Attack:ready

[5]

Selina had seen the glasses slide towards her and picked them up off the bar to make sure they were kept safe for Urarah, putting her hands down on the bar she would push off the ground and jump over the bar.

"I need a drink with all this entertainment going on..."

Grabbing a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, she poured herself out a shot and downed it quickly, feeling a warm burning sensation run down her throat. She put the shot glass and bottle down on the bar and then turned her attention to watch the fight.

Fom there, Lucid tilted his head back and flooded his lips with Bacardi 151. He chugged the liquor until it was practically spilling from his lips, his cheeks bulging like a swollen balloon. From there, he fought frantically not to swallow the liquor as he made his move. Urarah was about to make a move as well. His fists began to charge with electricity which was all Lucid needed to see.

This bottle neck would pose a problem. It wouldn’t release as much liquor as I want it to. I needed to break it to a degree I could empty this bottle in a flash, without alerting the monkey that I was coming. So, I decided to sacrifice the fact I would be cutting my palms to do so. The bottle neck snapped at the base easily as I moved. It wouldn’t take but seconds for me to get close. Urarah was a great shield. I doubt the monkey boy was sober enough o look behind Urarah and see me coming. Even if he was, Urarah’s a big man, so all I needed to do was stay low. Anyway, Urarah was about to launch his attack. The monkey should be paying more attention to that, than what’s coming. And, that’s when I’ll do this…

Lucid dropped the bottle neck.

"Goodnight Binky bear."

Lucid slipped the switch of the lighter and sparked a flame. Urarah reeled back for the punch. Lucid sprung into Urarah’s opponent’s face.

”JUST LET YOUR SOULLLLLLL GLOOOOOOO--!”

Fwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!

That sound was the sound of Lucid spitting, with all of his might, Bacardi 151 into the face and chest of Urarah’s opponent using the sparks of Urarah's fists to create... The end result, instant flame thrower. Who would have thought a man who loves ice would actually resort to such a tactic. The poor monkey would be drenched in flammable liquids which were igniting on spot by the sparks from Urarah’s punch, basically, creating an end result of charred cloths and second degree burns from a flame thrower created from the sparks of Urarah’s fist. Oh no, Lucid didn’t stop there. He took that broken bottle of Bacardi and chucked it at the monkey with enough force to shatter the bottle upon the kid’s body and drench him in more flammable liquids. No more near misses.

Attack/Counter:

Human Torch! Flame ON!

Location:

Two Face would be so mad you’re trying to copy his swagger… I know you seen The Dark Knight!

Estimated Damage:

AAAAAAAAAAAH PutItOutPutItOutPutItOut!

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 300% (Striker Only)

Used: 0%

Gained: 0%

.....From his position at the bar, Sahir could easily see that one of the opposing team's members was readying a Striker movement; a gangbang, as you would. Though Sahir wished to intercede, he knew the rules; two Striker maneuvers couldn't be set into motion back-to-back. Sighing, he tipped back his bottle of Basil Hayden and took a swig.

.....Aside from his desire t'win, Sahir had nothing in connection to his teammates. Before this tournament, he hadn't even met them. So, it wasn't like he was going to feel torn apart if they ended up getting hurt...

.....What a pity.

[Niitsu] - the - [First] Wrote:

.....What a pity.

What a pity indeed….

…Oh, what was a pity, you ask? The fact I wasn’t ******** buzzing yet was the pit—

…Oh, wait…

…There it is. It’s that tingly feeling where your body begins to feel a bit funny. Fact is, my tolerance level for alcohol is higher than that of you warm blooded flesh bags, what with me no necessarily being human and all. What am I? Hell if I know. Maybe a nonya. But, because I made this bet with Urarah, because I don’t get to play with my favorite Magilla Gorilla too often and I think he was eluding me. That b*****d needed to be punished. Anyway, because I don’t see my old pal too often, I decided to down a half a bottle of Patron Silver. Now, I know there are some of you out there who don’t know what the hell that is. Many of you will sit back and pretend, like the posers you are, and act as if you know. But, you don’t know JACK! But, there are some of you whom are aware of how loopy that stuff can get you with just a few shots. The rest of you were about to find out how loopy it can make a man.

See, it felt good to have a buzz. I like to place myself in a position where I’m not too concerned about my zany actions. I thought it would have been funny to see the monkey squirming and screaming while on fire. But, he’s a speedy little thing, ain’t he. Well, it kinda rubbed me the wrong way to see my genius plan all reduced to nothing. I wanted to take it out on someone. I wasn’t really paying attention when I got all mad…

”You speedy little howler monkey!”

Lucid’s hands grabbed hold of a chair. Instead of moving out of the way of Urarah, Lucid decided to make himself a part of the scene. The chair he grabbed became his weapon, only temporarily. He chucked that bad boy across the room as if it had wronged him. His aim was for the monkey kid that Urarah was fighting.

Oh crap… That’s not the monkey I threw that at…

Ok, correction. His aim was for the guy (Sahir) minding his own business at the bar.

Weeew… I think the liquor wants to kick in now. Poor umm, who the hell is this guy? Is he even a participant? Oh well… Poor, you.

”No, wait. I haven’t tried to make up a lie to explain to this guy that my hand slipped… er… I tripped… umm… Jesus did it!”

”…”

He sighed.

”Do I have to? Yes? …Oh awright…”

”MORTAL KOMBAAAAT!

”NaNa NaNa NaNa NaNa NaNaNaaah!”

Attack/Counter:

I have successfully invented the flying chair. Next, TALKING CHEESEBURGERS!

Location:

Where ever part of this guy it decides to explode upon.

Estimated Damage:

GAWH! My Head Chest Back Leg Arm Knee …God, where the hell did I even hit this guy?

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 150%

Used: 0%

Added: 20%

Post:

1/17

"Gawd.."

She watches as she reaches out for a bottle she had forgetten that was no longer there. Only to grab a ketchup bottle as her eyes were on this fight. Her slender fingers opening the lid,and bringing it to her lips, still not paying attention to what she was about to taste. It was then it hit her ,this was not her vodka as she spews it out.

Her dark eyes blinking as she mutters a few cursed words,stomping around to the other side of the bar as she grabs the right bottle down this time. Opens it and begins chugging down the liquid. She had to was that nasty taste from her mouth.

Also it was strange how the other team members began to look more and more hawt the more she drank. Her gaze shifting over to the female at the end, biting down on her lower lip before she smirks.

"Oh yeah,I like the view."

Taking another swig as she leans back against the shelves.

Was that sound effects?

BLAMM!!!

Okay he wasn't ready for the whole BOUNCING KNEE STRIKE. So it would slam into his chest and force him back a couple of steps of tears welled up into his eyes. But that wasn't all, you still got that running headbutt to deal with.

Wait... what?

Yes a running headbutt, sir. Might wanna steady yourself for that one. A hallow thump in his chest as the head made contact, Urarha's body backing up as he reached down. A couple steps back, he would pivot on the balls of his feet, burning gauntlet on the small of his back and pushed him on through.

PPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!

Oh yeah hot a metal against bare flesh. Stepping forward, he would snatch the moving...... whatever he was, by his tail (MOAR BURNING!!!) close to his spine (or a or wherever that tail happens to be) and yank forcibly in order to force him onto his stomach (if necessary, he would take steps back ensure this). Leaning his weight back onto his heels as he pivoted, the muscles in his body jumping, he would start to spin round and round as he let centrifugal force take over and planted his feet into the ground.

ROUND AND ROUND WE GO!!!

Attack:

Burning FINGER to Tail (get it... get it. ) SPINNING

OH EEE OH

Attack Location:

You know Imma get that back one way or another

Estimated Damage:

Couples burns in the first degree, dizzy spinning.... but I ain't letting go just yet sir.

Cell State:

Current: 9

Used: 0

Added: 5

Charge Initiated: 2/2

-8-

His legs far enough apart so the tail got the one knee, but he wouldn't enjoy having contact with Urarha for to long. Oh know he was going to regret that decision instantly. Eyes going wide as his mouth opened, the wide whipping around the two spinning bodies.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"

At this point it was safe to assume that Urarha had either lost his mind or the alcohol had taken completely effect. There would be a slight whirling sound from the gauntlets before the battery above his head would flash twice, all ten bars filled. Modifying his favorite move, THE HEITA HUG!!!!, he would sent that voltage through the tail and into the body of his opponent. All 1,000,000 volts of it as the battery life drained into the body of the man thing he was fighting for 5 seconds. That might hurt a bit... but things weren't over with yet.

Raising his arms and lowering them as he spun, the (what should be now limp) body of his opponent would start to Rise and dip as he was spun round and round, Urarha's foot stepping on the tail in the spinning process as it slipped down his leg. His body moving even as he continued to rotate, the thingy ( What is he anyway?) would find himself looking at objects as he slammed into them.

SMASH!!!!

Table!!!

SMASH!!!

chair

SMASH!!!

stool

EEEEEEEE!!!

dwarf.....

Urarha would just go about smashing him into random things while whirling him around up and down while a manical voice resonated from between his full lips.

Lieutenant Urarha Heita Wrote:

Eyes going wide as his mouth opened, the wide whipping around the two spinning bodies.

"HA-"

[/align][/size][/color] -His expression suddenly altered into a scowl with a growl as he forced his last resort onto his opponent. Starting to laugh at Kizus misfortune would come to an instant halt when seeing a prismatic spherical surge of energy swiftly erupting from the body.Think of it like, lookig at a novelty Static orb one would see in random a stores or science museums that people like to touch since it seems fascinating. Kizus body was like the core of where the bolts can be seen escaping to the glass casing. This attack reached a wide range of being a twelve foot radius.Wow. If he didn't hold on to the tail, he would of received some pain along the front end.Instead, it would engulf the two into nearly damaging the gloves along with knocking the furniture away from the rapid pulse of the energy that followed after. Riot Shock was one of those tricky moves he used to keep a group from pouncing on his a and it came in handy with this situation. Even if he somehow sent the volts out and nearly tasing Kizu, he would feel the damage as well from the attack and the frigid fighter would end up feeling even worst . Nerve ending pain sent throughout the entire body. Feeling like one have been bombarded by a barrage of baseballs being shot out into going almost a hundred miles an hour.-

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Setto_Lucid Wrote:

Oh crap… That’s not the monkey I threw that at…

Ok, correction. His aim was for the guy (Sahir) minding his own business at the bar.

Weeew… I think the liquor wants to kick in now. Poor umm, who the hell is this guy? Is he even a participant? Oh well… Poor, you.

”No, wait. I haven’t tried to make up a lie to explain to this guy that my hand slipped… er… I tripped… umm… Jesus did it!”

”…”

He sighed.

”Do I have to? Yes? …Oh awright…”

”MORTAL KOMBAAAAT!

”NaNa NaNa NaNa NaNa NaNaNaaah!”

Attack/Counter:

I have successfully invented the flying chair. Next, TALKING CHEESEBURGERS!

Location:

Where ever part of this guy it decides to explode upon.

Estimated Damage:

GAWH! My Head Chest Back Leg Arm Knee …God, where the hell did I even hit this guy?

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 150%

Used: 0%

Added: 20%

Post:

1/17

.....With his eyes raised t'the ceiling above and a half-emptied bottle of Basil Hayden's obscuring the lower half of it, Sahir was oblivious (in proper terms) t'the chair whistling through the air in his direction; in more real terms, he was straight-up about t'be BUUUUUUUUUSTEEEEEEEED!!! and wouldn't even see it coming.

.....At the last second, Sahir was aware of a distinctly harsh rap, as if of wood against wood (that would be the chair smacking into the bar counter), and lowered his bottle just a few inches before the back of a hefty chair connected with said bottle's base, slamming the neck of same said bottle down his mouth.

.....Needless t'say, nothing at all to appetizing to the receiving end of that drunken chair-pitch.

.....As the tip of the bottle slammed the back of Sahir's throat, whatever unswallowed alcohol there was still planted in his mouth would be disposed of in a rapid manner - desperate times call for desperate measures! - via his nostrils, and then his mouth after the bottle had been successfully dislodged by a dramatic series of what sounded t'be a mixture of gurgles and coughs.

.....Wiping spittle, mucus, and alcohol from his lips, and watching, for a moment, as whiskey rolled in waves, nearly, down his now-lathered chest, Sahir's not-so-pleasant face rose to find Setto located across the bar; not knowing and not caring whether the man had thrown the chair, but guessing surely enough, Sahir had a vehement glaze to his gaze; the gaze of a killer.

....."Somebody...

"better be...

"ready...

"to...

"BRAAAAAAWWWWWWLLL!!!!!!"

.....Leaping atop the counter after tearing the wooden chair t'the floor, Sahir directed a devastating finger toward Setto's frozen frame, as if were about to deliver a massive beating. Of course, in Sahir's mind, and in the mind of nearly anyone who could see his face at this point, that was exactly what was about to happen, forthright.

....."You..."

NOTE: Only the first ten seconds are necessary...

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Attack Type:

GET OVER HERE!!!!

Designated Attack Area:

The pride joint?

Approximated Damage:

Awwuh, why yew gawtuh be so mean?

.....Watching his opponent steadily rush the counter despite the considerable amount of liquor he had consumed, Sahir was surprised to be witness to a flash flood of ice quickly coat the counter's surface; it moved much too rapidly for Sahir's taste. As it raced forward; however, any and all onlookers would see Sahir do nothing more than mount his tippy toes; not such an inspired move, eh?

.....However, as the ice passed beneath Sahir - yes, indeed, that is beneath written there; only Sahir knew, as he had masked it, that he was hovering not even an inch off the countertop, now customized with an icy layer - he was in such a calm disposition as to clearly see his opponent begin a frenzied rush toward him, leg outstretched and all.

....."I want to fly like an EEEAAAGLE!!!" exclaimed Sahir in a burst of song as he leapt, yes, leapt into the air only half a moment after Lucid's takeoff.

C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!

.....Raising a good three or so feet, Sahir performed a pristine airborne somersault which aimed to carry his body about until his outstretched right heel slammed into the back of the passing Lucid's skull.

.....As he fell back to the counter's surface, his torso still flying forward from the momentum of his somersault, Sahir stretched out his arms and caught himself not even an inch above the countertop once more, watching Lucid's reaction from his tipsy-turned viewpoint.

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Attack Type:

Yeah, that oughta' tea'cha a lesson, BUB!

Designated Attack Area:

Cranium

Approximated Damage:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Did I just order a ********' headache from hell!?!

-Being released into being thrown into the large assortment of alcohol, a feint grunt escaped his lips as the sphere faded into the body. Crash! the bottles would become shattered upon impact with a few shards left being cut into his mahogany flesh. A thud followed when he hit the ground behind the counter, this would actually be the second time he was used for hammer throwing. First time was somewhere he didn't feel like thinking about at the time.It wasn't until he realized that he was on fire. He put more thought into putting out the flames on his body by causing the strapping frame to frost over and nearly douse the fire.

It took awhile in fighting to get his smoking body moving again due to nearly being tased during the counter attack. "Ungh!" groaning a little as the shards of glass were being pushed away with the Kizu having double vision, there were also a few that crackled under the pressure of his weight when struggling to rise. His vision randomly set into focus as he tried to shake it off this feeling. He still had a hard time trying to move and using the bar counter like a pair of crutches in trying to the feeling return to him. He then noticed that there would be some glass stuck in his back. When he stood over at a hunch behind the counter, he shook them off the way a dog would dry himself after being soaked.

Kizu vaulted over the bar counter as his double vision would align themselves for a good view, only to noticed the outcome of Razor attacking his opponent nearby. s**t. Was uttered in thought and his posture was slightly at a hunch setting as he fought his way into approaching him in order to have his tail whipped at the dude laying on top of her. The tail would wrap around the throat of the guy so he can choke on the next few words that would escape from his mouth. Those glazed optics of sapphire and goldenrod hues have both altered into crimson hues and his voice begun to speak in unison with another from within. A sight that caused the drunken state to reduce into being tipsy.-

"Git ye a** ups."

Attack: Set

Trigger: Phase 1

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How he was so uninjured by the chair that went down on top of him first was amazing. Now finding herself looking up at the guy,close and out of breath she was. With now a Kizu tail wrapped around his throat. Hearing him telling the guy to get up,oh he was getting up.Things were fuzzy, as she felt the hand brush her hair from her face. But damn things then happened so fast.The jukebox all the while making strange noises in the background.

This song began to play.

Now thats weird,and the jukebox sound totally messed up.

Two quick thinking things happens. Her left hand was sprawled back finding a piece of wood,a chair leg prehapes? No it was smaller,like the peg that ran between the chair legs,and it had a nice sharp point from being broke. Just then her look plays pretend as she looks soothed by the touch of his hand. So she did the next best thing that come naturally for her. Her right hand quickly grabs the back of his head as she pushes him down into a kiss,and that is where her sharp teeth bites down on his lower lip,a chuck of it mind you since his lip was so full and lush. Then one quick RIIIIIP! As her head snaps to the right quickly. At the same time her left hand with the peg coming up for a jab to his side , to drive that nice sharp point into it. Enough time to get free and roll the ******** away.

”HaHaHaHaHaHaHa!”

Lucid hadn’t yet lifted himself from his position. He would appear kneeling upon the top of the counter as he lowered his head in a deep laugh. This occurred as Sahir flipped over the counter.

”Hey… Um… wait who the hell is this guy. Man, I didn’t even think to check my fighter to see if this guy is even in the tournament. Umm… lets see. Sahir Zephyr…”

Lucid toyed with the device on his wrist as he scrolled through the Team Roster of Jagged Edge. Calmly, like a small puppy, he cocked his head to the side curiously as he glanced over to Sahir’s location. He couldn’t necessarily see what the man was doing, but…

”Do you know your name sounds middle eastern? HEY! Here’s a thought… Are you a terrorist? Cause there was this boy band outside who really grinded my gears and I’d love to know where you buy your bombs! I gotta say… ACME Corporation’s latest technology kinda su—“

KaaBlaam!

Something struck the bar and began to shatter and scatter shards of ice in a ripple effect towards Lucid’s direction. Unknowing what it was, Lucid used his forward left leg in his kneel along with his arms to brace for impact. It felt like someone threw a ball at him. A big, hard ball with a tremendous amount of force.

”Oww!”

“Ok! Ok! Damn, I won’t ask about Osama Bin Laden or none of those guys. You don’t gotta go and start throwing… wait. What the hell did you just hit me with…”

Lucid started running his mouth as he rose to his feet. In a swift motion, he was up and running across the bar counter. Snow built and compressed underneath his boots as they thundered upon the counter. Raising his left hand, Lucid slid to a halt just before reaching his Stalagmite formation.

,+(Hold)

Magnetic Combat.

The ice which built upon Lucid’s hands began to crack and shatter, his hands returning to a normal appearance.

”No seriously, that crap wasn’t in the script. They didn’t say nothing about me being hit with invisible balls of air. You’re a terrorist man, friggin Al Queda! You should be chucking grenades and throwing bombs calling me infidel and stuff! They’re raping your country of oil? You gonna just stand there and take that?

Lucid directed his aim to his Stalagmite.

,,+(Hold)

Krrraaaaaack!

A huge chunk of the ice which was used to hurl Sahir from the bar was launched upon him at speeds building to 50 mph. It had enough force to put a big, cold bruise in Sahir’s body upon impact, like being beaned with a base ball from a professional pitcher. Lucid back hopped from the counter, landing to his feet upon the floor. But, he slipped, staggered, and fell upon the refrigerator that was behind him.

”Uuuuugh!”

“That’s the bad thing about being buzzed, ya know… You can’t seem to do nothing right. Crap… Hey, terrorist. You wanna see how to blow stuff up? Wait right there… I’ma come and give you some pointers.”

Lucid grabbed hold of the stashed Bacardi 151 hidden behind the bar and a lighter he spotted shortly after.

That Repel should have caught him off guard enough for me to make a move. He’s probably gonna be ready for me once I come around the counter, so I’d better hurry and try to capitalize on him quick before it’s too late.

And there he was, like a mad man, stalking Sahir with a liquor bottle in hand. Eyeing Sahir with his ominous, glowing, golden eyes. Waiting his reaction to launch his attack.

Attack/Counter:

Repel: (Level 1 Magnetic Projectile)

Lucid can throw small, inanimate objects away from a distance within range of 10 feet. By creating two orbs of like energy, be it positive or negatively charged, Lucid can cast 1 orb towards the desired object then fire the other orb towards its twin. The reaction forces the inanimate object to fly wildly in a straight or angled direction from its original position at speeds of 50 mph, rivaling that of a weakly thrown baseball. (Uses 30% Aggressive Energy)

Location:

Likely Sahir’s head or shoulders, but anywhere works just as well.

Estimated Damage:

Foul Ball! The batter gets to limp his wobbly… Oh My Gawd wait, he might have just collapsed. Man, that ball took the wind outta him.

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 125%

Used: 30%

Gained: 0%

Post:

4/17

Hey Urarha....

What is it Arian?

I mean what's up with your opponent's in this fight. I mean that guy you are fighting is a little off, but that's your problem and his... but I'm more concerned about this girl right here asking this question...

xX Star Striker Xx Wrote:

How he was so uninjured by the chair that went down on top of him first was amazing.

I mean isn't this the same girl that posted up this?

xX Star Striker Xx Wrote:

,grabbing a chair as she go to smash it down on top of him. But being so drunk she falls down with the chair as she lands on top of the guy with her elbow driving down hard about right where his solar plex was.

She had to be drunk when she typed it. So she fell down with the chair and the elbow all at the same time? How in the world did that happen? If that even close to being remotely possible? Can't we ask why she is getting BAER HUGGED!!! and still able to move and breath? Shouldn't she be asking how her teammate took 1 million volts....

Shut up Arian Imma deal with it.

-insert mean face-

Now where were we...... oh yeah. Well if she was waiting for Kizu to come to her rescue, then she would be down for a long time with a 245lb laying flat on top of her squeezing her body until her ribs broke, with no air in her lungs. Meaning she would be in there a lot longer than the 10 seconds she was allowed to be in there. And to think she was going anywhere was kinda funny, because he was not letting her go. Tail wrapping around his neck and.....

xX Star Striker Xx Wrote:

Her right hand quickly grabs the back of his head as she pu...

OH no you don't. The thought raced through Urarha's head as she grabbed ahold of him and was pulling him down to her lips. She was the enemy and you don't kiss hoes... ermmm disciples.

ESPECIALLY IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE THEIR LIPS HAVE BEEN!!!!

So instead of her kissing him, she would be met about halfway down...

WHOMP!!!

With a headbutt with so much force behind it, his neck muscles jumping out, that it would more than likely knock her out cold while his arm still remained wrapped around her body. Rolling over onto his back towards the body of Kizu, Star's body held tight in front of him, Urarha would swing the bottle towards the exposed (and nearest) ankle of his Opponent. Wide eye and a crazed smile on his face, he would be shouting at the top of his lungs after he swung, the bottle on it's way.

"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIICCCCC"

His tone of voice almost Mister Rogers neighborhood meets drunken psychopath. If he managed to crash it against the bone, he would immediately bring the bottle back through, sharpened end pointed towards the ankle. If Kizu lifted his leg, Urarha's aim would simply switch his attack to the other leg.

Attack/Counter:

HEADBUTT FROM HELL

CASTLE BOTTLE CRASHER... possible leg stab

Attack Location:

Gimmie head.. Rag Top.

Uhmmm... I don't have a good one for the ankle. Sorry.

Estimated Damage:

@_@

Massive cuts... massive cuts. -crazed look-

Cell State:

Current: 0

Used: 0

Added: 0

Charge Initiated: 2/2

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No one was paying attention to him... they were too busy fondling women or dropping pillar of ice on people.

Wait... fondling women? "Urarha! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" before the sentence was finished however his teammate had headbutted the poor thing. Hopping down from the table, the Colonel grabbed a chair to discipline both of his counterparts. First Urarha for breaking the solemn vow of Team Save-A-Ho and secondly Lucid for making Urarha drunk, cause the Colonel knew his cousin well and knew this was a mixture of peer pressure and influence.

However has Iyam approached his cousin, He saw that the young disciple had freed herself of his grasp and was bleeding...black?

His eyes narrowed in disbelief as she stood and when she began to shake. He grew frightened and reacted like any sane person did about things that scared them.

"AAAHHHH! KILL IT! KILL IT!"

WHAM! overhead CHAIR SMASH!

Attack/Counter:

Chair smash

Location:

Head and shoulders

Estimated Damage:

well...maybe it cleared her dandruff but is replacing that with splinters really such a good idea?

Aggressive Energy

Used: 0%

Added: 0%

Current: 300%

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"Ugh"

Was the only thing out of her mouth as the chair smashes over her head. Dropping down upon her left knee as her right hand was fingers gripping at the floor to try and remain from going down. The left landing on top of the flat section of the broke seat of the chair. The first wound had stopped bleeding,but now a new wound had been made as it sent blood running down her brow.

"I hate when that happens.."

Her right hand grabbing a chair leg that laid on the floor. As the left throws the seat like a frisbee at him,but did not let go,she follows it throw towards his right side as she rose to her feet. Seeing that she was daze and drunk this move may have been miscalculated hitting his forearm if it was in the way. Either way this b***h seat was coming at him with a hard swing. And less second later her right comes out and up with eskrima move to his chin with a upper jab underneath it with the chair leg as she follows in with the move.

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"Whoa! sh-s**t!"

-Was shouted as he was caught up in mid swing due to the tail yanking from his opponent. Just about the full length of the tail nearing most of his possession, he staggered into falling back on his a after the one-eighty spin in trying to stay balanced. He would of hit the floor if his adversary wasn't so interested in getting his tail to wallow around in. Instead, he fell a first on the guys stomach and the sudden bump sent him back to being in a buzzed state.Kizu shook his head wondering what happened and it hit him, the friction. He was starting to feel the build up of heat occur from the twisting and begun hiss from the feel of it. "Dammit!" He shouted as started to slam down his right fist onto his opponents face. He wanted him to let go because, the tail would start to lose some fuzz if he continued. So begins Kizus follow up attempt. If that dude didn't let go after the first hit, he would immediately slam the left fist down onto his right thigh.Only difference in this strike, that metal sliding into a quick click can be heard in the process. He was going to have the full six inches of the blade dig into his flesh, he would repeat both attacks until he decide to let go.-

Attack: Standby x2

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