Snowy Rooftop

Up in the distance, dropping as though spat from the sun, was a growing bright red dot that looked very out of place. It didn't move from side to side like a normal free flying object, instead it simply kept getting bigger and bigger. After several moments a black circular shadow grew on snowy rooftops, and the features of the object became more distinct.

To what do wondering eyes appear?

A bright red sleigh not pulled by Reindeer!

WHAAAMM!!

The red sleigh slammed onto the rooftop sending up a shower of snow in it's wake. Surprisingly enough the sled did not crash through the roof and down into the interior below, but remained, sliding a bit before coming to firm halt inches from where it had landed, the shingles beneath unhurt.

"Man what a ride!"

A man's voice, obviously sounding quite thrilled about what had just happened, echoed out from inside the sleigh. Silver hair glistened like the snow as his head popped up, a smile growing on his face. Lu Bu's second, Damon had arrived!

Not that he expected to get any cheers.

However, he didn't appear to be alone. There was somebody with him, of which he was now turning to and prodding in the shoulder.

"SEE, I TOLD YOU I'D GET US HERE!"

Ah, what a peaceful day for a sleighride. A trip the likes of which the carefree swordswoman had never seen before... the sky was so beautiful and the weather only slightly chilly when one ignored the rigid windchill of sailing through the air. Ah, who was she kidding, it was really cold! So much so, in fact, that she had quickly taken a spot hidden in the back and moved her outfit-separated sleeves up her shoulders. She was even beginning to fall asleep when..

WHAAAMM!!

Damon and their bloody friend has a brief altercation, and in fact it was likely the priest hadn't even noticed she was there until,

Peek

A dazed head emerged from the back of the sleigh. Saya yawned and stretched before climbing out onto the snow-covered roof, her thin shoes doing little to block out the sloshy cold as even the bottoms of her dark sweatpants became covered in white.

It was interesting how the sun reflected off the snow of the roof, and even her white, robe-like, chinese-looking top gleamed in unison. People without sunglasses would have an uncomfortable disadvantage up here... herself included.

Savoki Sanoci Wrote:

“"You think this was fun, you think all is well, but KISS MY a** I SHALL SEE YOU IN HELL!"

Darious said with a tone of anger in his voice.

I should have slayed you!

Tres had to admit that his childhood memories of christmas were fond. His parents were loving and they took great care of him. However, such things and pleasantries had never brought him true happiness. He wanted blood and not just period blood but blood. The desire for pure violence burned so intensely within his mind that he did not feel the crash of the sleigh as it rammed into the building nor did he feel frigid cold.

The momentum of the sleigh crash remained even after the sudden stop and since Tres was not one to put on a seat belt his body would go flying from the sleigh. THe moisture from the slowly falling snow wetted his eyes and clouded his vision yet he knew full well what was in front of him. He would save himself from flying from the roof by grabbing onto the chimney and spinning his body so that his feet could land onto the other edge.

The billowing smoke would cover his body, making the dreaded warrior look like some kind of white speckled black demon. He would leap forth to land perfect balanced on the edge, opening his big blue eyes to look at his team mates. He did not acknowlege the fact that he had just saved himself from being badly hurt but he would simply say in his wicked appearance.

"I Want dash"

It was unknown to Tres how he knew the warrior but it was obvious that Tres had something to prove not only to his team mates, but to himself and the world. A wry grin would then build on his face and he would know that his team mates would likely see the request as a bad match up.

"My father was always called a bore to fight. I want to show the world that I am capable of more than just technical fighting skills. I want to show them that I can entertain as well as anyone else!"

Like that dragon last week

Suddenly the section of roofing beneath Darious buckled upwards as if a giant fist was trying to punch its way from the room below.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

In a bright flash of green light the cieling caved, sucking the demon into a vortex of shingles, wood and insulsation.

s**t was going down... literally.

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"HOLY s**t!"

Damon scrambled away from the quickly collapsing roof, jumping onto and clinging to a sturdy brick chimney. Once he felt he was safe he craned his head around just in time to see the sleigh dip down into the hole, with Darious dropping in behind it.

If anything, at least the fight had gotten of to an explosive start...

The plan was in effect. Dash would draw one of the fighters away from the team while Jason took on another in a clever ambush!

The plan was working perfectly so far - if Jason wasn't ten minutes late.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

The heavy metallic objects in his satchel bag made a horrible noise as he ran up the staircase of the opulent mansion. Well, the value was steadily declining today and not for the mortgage bubble. His head clouded with directions through the labyrinthine home, the over-sized warhammer he carried also sang its cacophony against the stairs it was dragged over.

CLANG CLONG CLANG

"Right, then left, then right - Top of the stairs!" he repeated the words of the downstairs butler to himself, scaling the stairs. A sharp voice reached out to his mind over the clatter.

"BE CAREFUL WITH ME, IMBECILE! I AM THE CONDUIT FOR YOUR CONTINUED EXISTENCE!"

The voice in his head was, as before, Arthulu. The name of his hammer and former Overfiend of the seventy-second dimension, now cast into a wicked hammer's form. His wicked voice reached out to Jason's mind at all times. He was right about Jason's existence. He was still grievously wounded from the fight days ago and lived on to continue in the tournament. But he was the only half-right, as their symbiosis was necessary for Arthulu to carry on his intentions through Jason; the only human he'd deemed pliable enough to his ways.

CLANG CLANG

"Sorry!" Jason said aloud to his inner voice. He scanned his surroundings. Still in a house. Not the roof. "I'm lost."

"We wouldn't be in this case if you'd followed the plan! The plan was planned! That's the point of a plan!"

"I didn't PLAN on the game store changing the preorder bonus! I had to pre-reserve before some other jerk got that limited edition statue!"

"I'm still really struggling to understand all the aspects of your mind, but I'll assume this is a necessary element to your bodily functions."

"Yes. You would assume correct, Arthulu." Jason eyed the window and saw the roof through it. "Back to the plan."

The other contestants on the roof would see the window blown open in a small concussive explosion. A thin figure covered in a hoodie featuring an expired internet joke shortly follows the broken glass out. He's brandishing a hammer much too large for his body type and looking confused.

"Dash!" he calls out, "I'm ready for that surprise attack thing!"

Mavwick Wrote:

"Dash!" he calls out, "I'm ready for that surprise attack thing!"

And then...

SNOWBRICK!

Soft juicy snow on the outside, delicious chunk of crunchy brick on the inside!

And it looked like good ole Marv (yes Marv, because Damon doesn't know his name) was about to eat it. To the side of the head. At full ramming speed. Could Marv dodge this while looking for Dash? Would he even see it coming?!

Those answers and more when the fight actually gets off the ground, no thanks to Tres whose a slow, picky douchebag. >:{

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Ridiculous.

Who was that? Talking s**t up there?

After entering the master bedroom, Fox'd hear somebody ranting, up in the roof. But he would also hear his name being mentioned out loud. Fox thought it was either Darious, or the 'roidraeg'd Tres.

''What the f--... Oh really... ''

Fox would grab one of the fancy chairs lying about the room, dragging it out into the balcony.

He'd look up.

''...... ''

-Fwoom!-

And just tossed it over, not knowing where and who it was heading to/landing on. It'd take a hell of an arm, so Fox used both to make things easier.

After that, Fox would hop straight upwards, hanging onto the ledge to pull himself up into the roof.

-crunch, crunch-

''Ugh. First Sieg, then Athena, now his son?'' Fox though. Fox was tired of dealing with the Ecstuffuans'.''

((Edited. Took the post number out because I realized I didn't really start attacking))

C. Fox Wrote:

"Oh reallly... ''

((Edited. Took the post number out because I realized I didn't really start attacking))

I should have slayed you!

"I SMELL p***y!", Tres said as he heard the chair hit the roof. He would leap from the spot he was in as he spoke rushing towards the chair that landed on the roof. As he moved towards the chair he would see some digits grasp onto the roof.

In his rush he would slide on the angled snow covered roof with his dreads fluttering loosely in the cold wind. His right hand would reach out to dig into the snow to grab into the textured roofing. As soon as the dread headed warrior saw the rising head of Fox he would slam his left foot into his mouth.

CRSH his foot would say as it introduced itself to Fox's jaw.

Hopefully since he was busy pulling himself up he couldn't defend himself.

If Fox fell down onto the balcony he would let himself go over the edge in an attempt to make a falling right superman punch into the face of the likely prone warrior. His fist were covered in sutt and Fox would likely not see the spikes on the fighters fist.

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This would lead here wouldn\'t it

Like that dragon last week

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And there he stood, silver hair glimmering in the sunlight, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his storm gray eyes focused upon the weapon--then the kid's size. His lips drew into a thin grin. Really? This was who he was getting stuck fighting?

"What are you supposed to be...?"

The guy was like a character ripped right from a manga, short, thin and wielding an impossibly large weapon for his size. And one that looked very different from a normal warhammer. Damon wouldn't underestimate the guy of course, because the facts were he was wielding it and had just dashed a clean surprise attack without missing a beat.

"Nah.. doesn't matter."

With that Damon pulled his hand from his pocket and ripped another brick from the edge of the chimney. He had taken the time to loosen the stones when he clung to it, thinking ahead that they could be of use.

And they certainly would be if he had his way, though no more snowbricks.

That done Damon starting walking calmly towards the guy, tossing the brick up a bit and catching it. Not the kind of attitude you'd expect of a guy entering into a fight with just a brick up against a magical man with a giant hammer. Maybe he had something up his sleeve?

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Guy with a brick? Check. Opponent found. The FIGHTER on his wrist had already engaged. The name "DAMON" flashed as his opponent, and his dark eyes darted from the information back to the man in front of him. Stepping out of the window's rubble with a different kind of crunch in the snow to its sound, he addressed the fighter before him.

"Damon..." he let the words ease out on the cold breeze in a calm manor before ruining the mood. "Some sort of brickmaster, huh? I've seen 'em all!"

His boast made his inner voice moan and chastise him. He stayed in a ready stance after a few paces, awaiting his opponents action.

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As Damon dashed towards his opponent's ready stance Jason had time to retort before he swung his hammer.

"I'll let my hammer do the talking."

This was as literal as possible, as the inner voice granted to him by his hammer guided him into a cautious approach. With no weapons visible, it was best to wait and see what Damon had hiding. Jason's brash approaches with his relatively new-found power led him to at least prepare a counterattack.

When Damon would step in range, the hammer would swipe a quick arc in front of him. Seeing as his opponent wanted to close, this would be a weaker strike with Jason stepping back for his grounded footing to keep the distance.

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Mavwick Wrote:

When Damon would step in range, the hammer would swipe a quick arc in front of him. Seeing as his opponent wanted to close, this would be a weaker strike with Jason stepping back for his grounded footing to keep the distance.

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Damon saw how Jason was positioned and he was almost a hundred percent sure the guy was going to go for a horizontal sweep. Why? Because it was very bad to try and strike vertically against a guy that could just sidestep the attack and move in close. From the get go he had planned exactly what his action would be in accordance with this...

SWISH

As the hammer was swung it caught nothing but air, Damon wasn't there, having dropped from the line of sight. However, he hadn't stopped and ducked, he'd just thrown himself into a full blown baseball slide. His left leg was pulled up and his right leg was outstretched, his left hand dragging along the slick icy roof leaving a trail in the snow not undisturbed by Damon's body moving across it. His aim was to slam his right foot into his opponents right foot and tumble him over forwards.

There was the chance that Jason would see this, though. This was no concern to Damon, however. In fact it could probably work to his advantage assuming the guy jumped or fell forwards, which would accomplish essentially the same thing. Getting him up close and personal where the hammer was no threat and the brick was.

Having the size and strength advantage over Jason, Damon'd easy obliterate him.

Of course there was the off chance that Jason would attempt to sidestep or side-jump, but Damon had a way to make that work to his advantage even more. One way or another he was going to get his opponent on the ground and beat him with the brick. And once he was inside his opponent's guard, he could do it with ease.

Then again, complications can always arise, and Damon wasn't able to plan for everything. He could only hope that his rushing in and attacking like this would give him an edge.

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Jason was playing it cautious. He'd made a weak but now wholly inaccurate swipe to keep his footwork light in case of failure. Of course, he hadn't exactly expected Damon stealing Third in the top of the first inning.

If Damon was headed to his right leg, he'd just get that the hell out of the way first. With his hammer already at his left side, a counter at this range was impossible. Springing off the planted right foot, his whole body slid back and to his left, shifting snow away in two clean diagonal lines from his previous position. An extra-ordinary bit of snow has melted under his initial footing, burned in with an otherworldly purple hue.

He wasn't cautious for the right reasons.

Years of being steeped in study of manga and anime had left him believing thoroughly in opponents that always had a trick. In the world of manga, it's a familiar writing trope to have an enemy hold back his secret ability until the hero falls for it. Jason's fiction-soaked mind focused on the brick. Clearly there was some trick to it, to him. To Jason, the reality of a fighter simply wanting to get in close and grapple him down was the furthest thing from his mind.

Elsewhere in Jason's mind, Arthulu was fuming. "There's no trick to the brick! It's not some brick trick!"

Jason's face twisted up in confusion and he spoke aloud to his inner voice again, saying "Is this some Dr. Seus?"

Unbeknown to the pop culture of this dimension, Arthulu told him "I'm not giving you medical advice! He's just an ordinary fighter!"

Staring off into space, Jason wasn't clearly addressing the fighter in front of him with his speech. He probably just looked like he had a small stroke.

Edit: I don't live where things... ice. No frame of reference. Added a bit o' magic to explain the footwork.

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Valentine yawned as he watched the two fight. This was of course the first time he'd ever met Jason. Which was sad, this was what? The third round and he hadn't even met everyone on his team? Just shameful. What was even worse is that one of their opponents, Darious Kaiq was one of Valentine's comrades. He didn't know who he should be rooting for. Not that it mattered, he was sure he could take on all of Team Lu Bu his partner included in 5 seconds. It would be glorious to say the least.

Having misjudged the size of the hammer appearently, Damon was now facing two courses of action he could take; the first being to be hit in the spine with the back of the hammer and the second being to tumble to safety and sacrifice his close range.

However, Damon was MacGyver when it came to tactical improvisation. He always managed to see option three in any bad situation, and this one was no different. All it required was a little quick thinking on his part and one opening. As he neared and Jason dropped the hammer, Damon tumbled forwards in a small front flip, an easy task given his very low position. By all accounts, Damon's shoulders/back would easily take out Jason's legs on this snow while Damon's momentum sent him into a quick roll under his opponent - the result? Jason would quickly find himself doing a faceplant on the hard surface of the roof.

Damon on the other hand would roll into a solid crouch just short of a very nasty fall down to the gardens below.

This didn't mean it was over, Damon was an opportunist, Jason would have to be stunned and on his stomach, if only for a second, and his hammer would be entirely out of the picture for a counter. Damon would immediately do a one 180 and pounce on his hopefully fallen prey and into the back mount. From there he'd crawl upon Jason's back and pin him down. With his arms pinned that hammer was no threat anymore. Damon's next course of action would be to take that brick he was holding and introduce it to the back of Jason's skull until the little guy stopped moving around.

On the flipside, Damon never knew how things in these kind of fights were going to play out. Therefore, just encase, he mentally noted several other plans he could put into play if the situation got really tricky. Most of them involving back trauma...

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WHACK

"Nhg"

The hammer's pointy bit sunk into Damon's back just as he front-rolled forwards into offensive. He'd figured that by rolling into the guys legs right as he swung the hammer he would avoid getting hit, unfortunately he was wrong, and he was going to have a very nasty bruise now. The impact was also going to screw up his landing a bit because his body was pushed into a slant during the roll. As such, when finished the motion he'd sitting in an upright position leaning slightly on his right side.

Despite all these factors though, Damon would not let himself be deterred from his victory. He couldn't let his team down this early in the game. Gathering his wits, Damon rolled around on his right side and quickly shot off in the direction that Jason had fallen by springing with his left leg and arm. The space between them was barely two feet at best anyways, so it wasn't like his poor landing was going to delay him so much that he wouldn't get to Jason's back before he could turn around.

Using his momentum Damon would throw himself into Jason's back just as he was getting into a kneel and at the same exact time bring the brick down into his skull with one good swing. This guy was a fighter, it wouldn't kill him, but holy crap was it going to hurt. Even if by some act of luck the ceiling collapsed or an explosion occurred it was unlikely Damon's fierce assault would be routed. It was too bad he wouldn't be able to carry through with all he intended due to the throbbing pain in his side.

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Mavwick Wrote:

"Impact!" he shouted, the incantation to detonate his hammer's charges now aimed into the roof. The force tore through the roofing, throwing snow and wood all over the rooftop. Jason lost his footing as the roof caved beneath him. Jason fell into the room below with his pursuer behind him.

Having only had to cover barely two feet, seeing as Jason had just tumbled down and not gone flying, and with his opponent staying prone, it was nothing for Damon to be upon his target within a second. His left hand gripped full of hoody and undershirt and yanking him up at full steam while his right hand dropping that brick towards the back of Jason's skull.

Then Jason shouted as the brick came down, and at the same exact moment that brick would have made contact, a massive explosion of sound, air and debris rocked the rooftop. It was as though Damon had dropped a megaton bomb onto the back of his opponents head. For a moment Damon almost that he had hit the guy with an psionic blast, till he realized that he hadn't felt any power leave his body.

Mavwick Wrote:

Letting the opposing force of the impact swing the hammer wildly away, his right arm kept it gripped as it swung back around in recoil.

Because of above mentioned getting on top into the mounted position and attacking, when the hammer came whipping back around, the haft only caught Damon across the shoulderblades. There wasn't any significant damage done other than the 'ompf' that most people make subconsciously when something hits them unexpectedly. So luck would cast her eye upon Damon for once during this fight.

Unfortunately there was no time for the silver haired warrior to take in and figure out what had just happened as the roof violently gave out underneath them. Everything got lighter and Damon's silver locks rose from his head as the started their decent, his response being to hang the ******** on to something - Jason's clothing.

DOWN THEY GOOOOO

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