Oryhara vs Viktor

Heaven or Hell Preliminary Match-Up

The Foreign Parking Lot: Ory'Hara versus Viktor von Cleave

... Terrible, terrible place. All of the shitty cars ever made, all in one parking lot.

Terrain

General - Shitty cars in every row, spaced out about three feet from one another. Have fun.

Natural Element Resource - Row after row after row after row of rice burning machines.

Weapons - All of the cars have been left unlocked, some of them have even had the trunk opened, and all of them have their factory standard floor jacks and spare tires.

Bonus Effects - None.

A little piece of paper fluttered by Ory'Hara, looking fairly nondescript. If he had a good eye, he could see that it was a To-Do list that had come out of Viktor's pocket, with only two things listed in a very 2nd-grade like chicken-scratch: "1. CLEAVE STUFF, 2. DRINK MORE". At the other end of the rows of cars, about 10 car lengths away, stood the hueg gai, 6'4" barbarian.

"Well, would ya look at that, Bob? There's our ever-drunken sword collector now!"

"I still don't even know why anyone could possibly need that many swords, or how he fights with them all, but I guess we'll see, eh?

The cameras zoomed in at him, giving the spectators a good look at the ridiculous amount of SWORD attached to every possible location they could be on Viktor's torso. Most prominently visible was Busty, resting in his right hand. Lifting it up, somehow with seemingly no effort at all, Viktor pointed the giant hunk of sharp metal at his opponent, as if beckoning to him.

" 'EY, YA BLOODY GIT, I'M HER TA' POUND YAR STUFF IN. "

Punctuating his sentence by draining his flask down his throat, Viktor lowered the sword, and stood straight up with his arms out to his sides.

"RELEASE!"

As Viktor bellowed out the command, his entire body glowed with a bright yellowish light, which quickly erupted from his body like an explosion. A couple cars caught in the burst of light were hurled into the neighboring row of cars, and a massive cloud of fine dust was thrown up from the asphalt. When it cleared, Viktor's arsenal had seemingly disappeared from his body, the sheathes gone, his sword lying down in a circle around him. Lifting up Busty once more, Viktor readied himself to either advance, or be advanced upon.

Holding Busty out to his side, Viktor brought his right foot back, then began to whirl around as though about to toss a discus. After making two turns, Viktor hurled Busty like a spinning slab of evenly-weighted choppy death towards his opponent, at about waist height.

He would probably be able to dodge it, but it was primarily a distraction anyways. Making a third turn, Viktor reached down and swept up Shade in his main hand, then charged forward to meet Ory'hara, making an upward diagonal swing with the sword when within range, both hands on the grip.

1

Yar naht th' only one with fancy footwork, lad!

Their weapons would indeed clash, but not before Viktor made a slight diversion in path in accordance to his opponent's movements. Diverting his charge slightly to his left before meeting Ory'hara's attack, Viktor would make a quick side-step in that direction.

As the swords clashed, Viktor would then throw his bigger, heavier body towards the aerial Ory'hara shoulder-first. Grinding blade across blade, keeping their swords between them, Viktor would apply his momentum to the grip of his sword. His aim was to to slide the blades across each other until potentially catching his opponent's on the guard of his own, likely forcing it away from him to give Viktor an opening for a body slam.

2

The towering beast didn't waste a moment. Recovering an offensive stance after his assault, he sprung at the assassin with renewed vigor. Counting his steps, he quickly laid out his new path of destruction.

Just outside melee range, Viktor quickly took a step to the Ory'hara's left, then pushed off his right foot, back towards his target. As he stepped right, he quickly switched to a left-handed grip on his sword, blade pointed out and downward. He rose it quickly as he made the lunge at Ory'hara, and thrusted it at his left leg, while keeping a relatively safe distance thanks to his slightly longer sword. "Gyaaaargh!", Viktor cried out as he plunged Shade forth for a crippling stab.

3

In all his years of brawlin', Viktor had seen some sneaky lil' runts, and this one, it turned out, was no different. Certainly his choice weaponry was new, but it wasn't the first time some cloak-wearin' grod had feigned fatigue to slip something stabby from the millions of places assassins seem to keep weapons. Good thing the tricksters had taught him to move quick in close combat. Back home, little scrubs in cloaks were always trying to poke him with big sharp things. Viktor didn't like it.

His eye caught something in the assassin's other hand as he began to move in counter. His strike to be parried, he simply released his grip on the sword entirely, allowing it to clatter away a few feet to his right. Twisting his torso to the left, he quickly threw his left shoulder back out of the way, narrowly missing the rod that suddenly was a spear. Phew! His right hand free, he would grasp the shaft of the spike, and pull on it with much force.

Throwing his weight forward, Viktor used the weapon to pull himself straight toward its owner, massive armored pauldron leading the way as Viktor positioned himself to body-check the living hell out of Ory'hara.

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Likely to Ory'hara's dismay, he would find that the perceived opening would no longer be there, as Viktor's body check would be executed with the perfect form of a seasoned close-quarters brawler, his right arm quickly tucked in right where Ory'hara's blade would seek to injure him. His elbow rested upon his hip, the Unknown Blade would glance away as it met the unrivaled strength of Viktor's Gauntlet of the Bulwark. A sizable dent would be left, nearly piercing through. Some bruising would occur to Viktor's upper arm, likely to cause discomfort for the remainder of the battle.

Terrible crisis averted with little extra effort on Viktor's part, he would barrel into the assassin. The counter-acting force of colliding with him would draw Viktor's charge to a gradual halt. Reaching down quickly, he would swoop up Shade back into his main hand, assuming a ready stance as he caught his breath and awaited the assassin's rebuttal.

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Viktor began to move right as Ory'hara made his dramatic sword toss, lunging forth. Bringing his right arm to the left as he twisted his torso the same direction, the Gauntlet of the Bulwark took on a bluish magical glow, signifying the sudden invocation of its inner power. Viktor's eyes shared the same glow, and as the glow quickly enveloped Shade, a grin spread across his face before his booming voice bellowed out,

"CLEAVE!"

Viktor would swing his right arm from left to right in a wide horizontal slash, the much larger zweihander slicing through the air with such power that the very air around the blade rippled. Its cutting path would meet Ory'hara's jian about halfway down the blade's length. If it did not cut right through his opponent's blade, it would surely jar it from his grip, perhaps even slicing at Ory'hara's outstretched arm if he made no move to get his body out of the way. No standard metalloid would halt Shade in its path as powerful arcane energies surged through Viktor's armor into the sword.

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Cleave cooldown: 3 posts remaining

The Unstoppable Force hits the Immovable Object?!

As Shade bit flesh, the wound would also start to glow with dark energies, causing a searing pain to Ory'hara's arm on top of the pain the deep cut would cause. Over the speakers, the Gary the announcer's voice boomed, "First blood!" in a very Mortal Kombat-style voice. Shortly after, the second announcer chimed in, "Gary, you are so lame sometimes."

Arcane energies crackled through the air as the Gauntlet's energies dissipated. Ory'hara's counter-strike would halt the path of his swing, the intertia of the two forces bouncing his hands away a bit, digging the sword out of Ory'hara's arm. The opponent wasted no time, Viktor would have to keep up.

No longer devoting his weight forward after the collision of powers, Viktor would quickly jump back a step as his swing was halted halfway through, whilst Ory'hara lunged forward on the offense. Letting go of Shade with his left hand, he made a short left-to-right slash in front of him as he withdrew, aiming to slash through the middle of the dual palm strike. His arm bent somewhat at the elbow, the blade was extended just far enough to meet the dual strike at about where Viktor's chest had been a moment ago. With any luck, he would give his opponent some nasty cuts on his hands, perhaps the loss of some fingers at such close proximity.

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Cleave Cooldown: 2 posts

There was one slight problem with Ory'hara's clever maneuver. They had both just moved roughly the same distance, and had just a moment ago been in hand-to-hand contact, thus in rather close proximity. When Viktor's previous attack had been met with equal force, his hands were stopped only halfway through the swing, jarred a small bit to the left in recoil. He had started another horizontal attack with his arm stretched out, for the most part, directly in front of him. In the quick manner Viktor had made his second horizontal slash, his right hand would be out to Ory'hara's left, not in reach.

Ory'hara would succeed only in knocking Shade upward towards the tip by the time he made contact, thereby not causing enough force to break Viktor's strong grip upon the handle. He would, however, force Viktor's arm up and to the right somewhat, turning his wrist to the right a ways. Conveniently, into a rather advantageous position for another strike if Viktor so desired. The assassin charged with renewed vigor.

His entire body weight already oriented backward from his quick jump backward, Viktor would simply mimic his opponent's action yet again, and leap back once more. As he did so, he would bring his right arm back, as if winding up for a low forward thrust of his own blade. His elbow would be at his side, pointed outward slightly. He would draw back his left hand as well, out of the way but ready to grasp onto his weapon quickly if the need arose. Viktor was a large fellow, but a highly muscular, athletic body lent him more than enough agility to keep up with Ory'hara.

Viktor's opponent would attempt to grip his right hand to thwart any attempt to defend himself, but as a result of his own actions and Viktor's, it would be out of reach, and he would grasp only at air. Viktor's feet would touch ground. As Ory'hara once again thrusted one hand forth in an attempt to impale Viktor in the abdomen, he would bring his right arm around in front of him from, parrying the jian to his left. Turning left with the momentum, Viktor would lash out with a kick toward Ory'hara's forward-positioned left leg, in an attempt to hook it with his foot and bring it right out from under him.

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Cleave Cooldown: One post remaining.

Cleave Cooldown: Charged!

Planting hit right foot back down, Viktor grunted in displeasure that he'd been evaded. Suddenly, something clicked in his head as Ory'hara backed off and did nothing. That sword toss! Viktor's eyes widened, and he quickly dove a small ways right, throwing himself into the front of a nearby car. Ksshing! The Unknown Blade hit home where Ory'hara had thrown it, but stuck into the asphalt a little, point-first. Viktor made a short sigh of relief, that was about to be his skull with a sword in it.

"Bloody git, yer tryin' ta kill me!"

Viktor's expression was a little flustered, his face reddened slightly. Swords were something that didn't belong in his skull. He liked them better in other people's skulls. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him as his right hand rested flat on the hood of the car. Taking Shade up in his left hand, he began to move away from the car towards Ory'hara. As he did so, he gripped the middle of the edge of the car's hood, and gave it one solid tug. After a short moment of creaking and groaning from the car, Viktor tore the car hood clean off and took it with him. Letting out a bellowing battle-cry, Viktor ran at Ory'hara as fast as he could. The Gauntlet of the Bulwark again took on the magical glow once more as Viktor brought his right arm back. This time, however, it wasn't just the sword in his left hand that took on the aura of powerful raw magic. The car hood glowed brightly with the energy as well, turning it, too, into a dangerous weapon. Clenching his right hand into a fist, Viktor bent the car hood in half for a better grip, turning it into a very large club clenched within his fist. Once again, Viktor called out his trademark ability,

"CLEAVE!"

The plus-sized pirate came into to melee range quickly, about 4 feet or so from Ory'hara. Bringing his large makeshift weapon around quickly, Viktor aimed to slam the big hunk of chrome into Ory'hara by any means necessary. If Ory'hara pulled off another ninja-dodge, Viktor was prepared to continue his charge and swing again from the left, determined to beat the tar out of this guy with whatever he could get his hands on.

The FIGHTER on his wrist began to beep, signifying the fight was almost over. These remaining moments were critical, and Viktor aimed to make the best of them.

As Viktor tore off the hood of the terrible machine, he would notice his opponent's jian flying through the air to meet his charge. Luckily, even folded in half the car hood was a fairly good size. As Viktor swung it around to try bludgeoning Ory'hara with it, the big hunk of chrome, as well as Viktor's arm, would be in the way, albeit unintentionally.

Ory'hara would stab through his flimsy makeshift club in an attempt to pull it from his grip. Unfortunately, Viktor's hold in his empowered state was better than that. The metal bent to the contour of his clenched fist, it would be incredibly hard to wrench from his grip. Instead, the result of stabbing into and twisting the folded car hood would be bending the thin metal around Viktor's forearm, his grip more sturdy than the car hood. As Viktor was charging forward, it would wrap over the top of his fist and almost lay flat upon his forearm. The flying jian would clash against the big piece of chrome bent over Viktor's arm, and deflect off to Viktor's left, slicing across his upper left arm a bit on its way to the ground. Not as bad as it could have been, considering it was a light and small blade. The fresh gash stung a good amount, but the hardy pirate had seen worse wounds.

Ory'hara came in quickly for an uppercut, again engaging his Rush technique. Leaning low and forward in his short charge to clash with the assassin, Viktor would bring up his right arm in front of him, drawing the left arm back for a forward thrust. Bearing the car hood as a makeshift shield on top of the Gauntlet, Viktor held it up before him and charged into the uppercut. On contact, he straightened out, and swept his right arm outward to meet the sword and knock it to his right. Following up with his own offensive, as he knocked the Unknown Blade away, Viktor would plunge Shade forth to attempt one last strike, aimed for Ory'hara's middle.

Beep, beep, beep!

His FIGHTER began to go off louder than before, lighting up with the text "FIGHT HAS ENDED". Whatever the aftermath of this final clash, this epic battle of Pirate vs. Ninja was due to be over.

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It all happened so fast. His sword turned aside and slicing again across Ory'hara's arm, he was suddenly inside Viktor's guard. A foolish mistake on his part. Luckily it was all over. The assassin backed off, and Viktor took a step away as well. Making a short bow of respect, Viktor nodded his head and swung Shade out to his left in a sharp flick, throwing off the fresh blood. All at once, his vast collection of sheathes reappeared all over his body.

Busty was lodged deeply into the front window of a car adjacent to the one whose hood he had just ripped off. Giving it a tug, he tore it out of the glass, shattering it the rest of the way, already having been heavily cracked and dented in from the impact of a flying 20lb slab of sharpened steel.

"Was a piece o' junk anyways, heh. G'day, assailant. Les' 'ave anotha brawl sometime."

Gathering and sheathing the rest of his collection, Viktor walked off to go fix up his armor and clean his prized posessions.

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