HoH Square 2012

HoH season 12. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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Table of contents
  1. -HoH- Judge
  2. 3N19MA
  3. Dear Princess Molestia
  4. 3N19MA
  5. Dear Princess Molestia
  6. 3N19MA
  7. Dear Princess Molestia
  8. 3N19MA
  9. Dear Princess Molestia
  10. 3N19MA
  11. Dear Princess Molestia
  12. 3N19MA
  13. Semaj
  14. Dear Princess Molestia
  15. 3N19MA
  16. Dear Princess Molestia
  17. 3N19MA
  18. Dear Princess Molestia
  19. 3N19MA
  20. Dear Princess Molestia
  21. 3N19MA
  22. Dear Princess Molestia
  23. 3N19MA
  24. Truest Valor
  25. Eapon
  26. Dear Princess Molestia
  27. Darshendros the Eternal
  28. Truest Valor
  29. Dear Princess Molestia
  30. Truest Valor
  31. Dear Princess Molestia
  32. Truest Valor
  33. Dear Princess Molestia
  34. Truest Valor
  35. Dear Princess Molestia
  36. Truest Valor
  37. Darshendros the Eternal
  38. Darkest Silver
  39. Darshendros the Eternal
  40. Darkest Silver
  41. Darshendros the Eternal
  42. Darkest Silver
  43. Darshendros the Eternal
  44. Darkest Silver
  45. Darshendros the Eternal
  46. Darkest Silver
  47. Darshendros the Eternal
  48. Darkest Silver
  49. Dear Princess Molestia
  50. Darshendros the Eternal
  51. Truest Valor
  52. Darkest Silver
  53. Dear Princess Molestia
  54. Darshendros the Eternal
  55. SARQ
  56. Darkest Silver
  57. Zerogamer
  58. SARQ
  59. Darshendros the Eternal
  60. Zerogamer
  61. SARQ
  62. Zerogamer
  63. SARQ
  64. Zerogamer
  65. SARQ
  66. Zerogamer
  67. SARQ
  68. Zerogamer
  69. SARQ
  70. Zerogamer
  71. SARQ
  72. Zerogamer
  73. Eapon
  74. Sins of an Angel
  75. CaptainKabu
  76. Destructive Forces
  77. LuvMonke
  78. Destructive Forces
  79. CaptainKabu
  80. LuvMonke
  81. CaptainKabu
  82. LuvMonke
  83. CaptainKabu
  84. LuvMonke
  85. CaptainKabu
  86. LuvMonke
  87. CaptainKabu
  88. LuvMonke
  89. CaptainKabu
  90. LuvMonke
  91. CaptainKabu
  92. LuvMonke
  93. CaptainKabu
  94. Unknown
  95. CaptainKabu

1-HoH- Judge

Stage 0: Heaven or Hell Square

General - Bright fluorescent lighting keeps everything well lit,

even at night, assuming you can see through the crowd.

Weapons - Replica diamond katanas and foam rubber dragon slayer swords.

Natural Element Resource - Overpriced goods.

Bonus Effects - Johnson & Johnson NO MORE TEARS rule in effect.

A twenty-four hour carnival city has seemingly parked itself in the center of Latent in a parasitic attempt to garner customers. Crowds, while ever-present may thin during certain hours during the night, but they never leave or, apparently, bathe.

Entrance can be made only by passing through one of several gates guarded by Deity Inc. powered armor soldiers while in possession of at least $20 worth of shameless Heaven or Hell merchandise (including but not limited to: t-shirts, replica weapons, giant foam fingers, DVD box sets, and bottles of GoreGon bloodstain remover). The Square grounds are fenced off with high walls from everywhere else to deny those who would just walk in without a ticket.

From the inside, the forty-foot high walls are covered with screens of every imaginable size and shape, closing the festival off with blinking, flickering, flashing incandescent light. Each screen shows clips from the tournament in progress, live fights, clips from last year, and the year before interspersed with ads by Deity Inc., Alpha thru Epsilon Corp., Creation Industries, and The Blazestar Empire with voice-over commentary from The Commander and the fan-favorite foulmouthed chimera Tzenidaar.

Square goers, when not being berated with imagery from the omnipresent screens will be yelled at by loud speakers mounted on high poles to tell people periodically what time it is, where there's something interesting going on, when a fight is starting, and even where to turn their attention to watch video of a fight or an advertisement.

Concession stands and vendor stalls make up the body of the Square. Occasionally medical tents and Security Offices can be found in the event of a incident or injury, or to report missing and stolen properties. Men in suits can often be found and interviewed for information if someone needs something and can't be bothered to find it themselves. Security is available at a moments notice thanks in part to the thousands of invisible cameras filming everyone at every moment from every angle (due to court order over a lawsuit in 2008 now at most 70% of these cameras may be located within a 10-foot square area commonly referred to as the women's restroom).

Every twenty five feet there are brightly colored "You are here" map boards for those who get lost in the knotted chaos of people.

At the center, though, is the heart of the Square. A raised platform twenty feet into the air with railed stairs leading to the top from all sides. The center Square is divided into quarters, each housing a small sunken pit arena for anyone interested in showing their abilities to do so at no cost.

Each arena is many feet into the ground and floored with sand for combatants to entertain while presenting no threat to anyone but themselves and their opponent. While the arenas are open through the top for those to watch from behind a safety rail, it is requested that spectators please refrain from throwing anything into the arenas or at the participants.

Between these pits is the skyrise tower that looks from a distance as a beacon reaching hundreds of feet into the air decorated at every possible place with high definition screens visible from even outside the carnival itself.

Welcome to HoH Square, buy something or get out.

Notices:

smilies/icon_exclaim.gif Heaven or Hell Square is an exhibition arena where non-participants (and now participants as well) may engage in battle inside the city limits without fear of retribution from the administration. While fighting among competitors is forbidden within the Latent city limits, HoH Square is a special exception to the rule.

23N19MA

The man with the locks of crimson hair stepped into the square. He wore common clothing (basically what avatar looks like.) He held a long bag much like a sack slung over his shoulder. He looked somewhere in his mid 20s, calm storm gray colored eyes looked about the square as he traveled it looking to watch the tournament. Rooting for Team Fighting Spirits, for his own reason. As the man went down the square to take a look around the crimson haired male seemed to not be paying to much attention.

3Dear Princess Molestia

Even amongst the crowd of fighters and enthusiasts Claire stood out like a sore thumb.

It wasn't too difficult to point her out. Her tall, slender body towered over most of the crowd and her flowing locks shown like a golden beacon. Though that wasn't what made the young Elvaan appear so out of place. Her suit of armor was likely the reason for that.

To most, the armor's antiquity made it nothing more than an artistic relic. But for Claire, any modern alternative paled in every way to its expert craftsmanship. Like the finest of gowns the rounded plates were tailored for her shape which made the most difficult maneuvers on the field an easy task to complete. The quality of the materials used to forge the armor provided more than enough protection to any threat Claire had ever come across.

And of course the armor itself was a banner praising Diagoule. Engraved in the smooth, metallic plates were records of the glorious crusades won in his name, the most recent led by the General herself.

Claire would have loved nothing more than the opportunity to participate in Heaven or Hell. It had been a long while since she last fought in a tournament, and since then she had grown quite a bit. The campaigns back home were nothing like the thrill of one on one combat. Fighting her fellow soldiers was hardly a test for her, she was an expert in that style of combat. She concluded that true prowess could only be determined outside of familiarity. And that was what brought her to Latent.

It was only a matter of time before the Elvaan was drawn to the pits in the square. Perhaps she wasn't able to compete in the tournament proper, but there was still a chance for her to challenge foreign opponents.

MP: 1000/1000

43N19MA

The man who bore the crimson hair looked onward to the center of the square place seemed rather packed to the biggest event it seemed in Gaia history, the HoH, the heaven or hell. His old man use to tell him stories about the thing, how fighters of all kinds came around, but he wasn't really interested in it, the red hair male seemed to be more interested in watching the other teams fight each other to see the skill, and talent of a non-lethal style of tournament.

He looked around seeing a golden hair woman clad in metal armour. That is rather odd, he simply shrugs as the young male stood about placing his large sack down to check the shops for the fake swords that made him laugh a little however, buying one of the Foam Rubber Dragon Slayer swords did make him feel like he was part of the whole thing.

Those storm gray colored eyes looked towards the knight female with a chuckle, a woman clad in armour not really a strange sight for him, but her hair a golden color is rather lovely he had to admit.

5Dear Princess Molestia

Claire intuitively glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact with the man that gazed at her from afar. A few moments passed and her eyes remained focused on the him, even if he had shied away. There was something about him that piqued her interest, though she couldn't quite place it, but he definitely had her attention.

Being one to favor action over standing idly, Claire approached the man with a confident stride. Her eyes were will focused on him, leaving no mistake as to whom she was marching up to.

MP: 1000/1000

63N19MA

He saw the knight come towards him, he almost smiled, she had a radiance, and rather beautiful in a cretin light, minus the rather intimidating armour she wore, and he stood there as she came over to him, first time a woman has approached him. " Hey there, Come to view this tournament? " He asked with a polite sounding voice, he swung the foam rubber sword onto his back like some kind of bad a** should have. The red hair male, with the rather well trimmed goatee smiles, and gave her a wink.

7Dear Princess Molestia

"I am," Claire automatically tensed when the man swung the toy sword. "But I would much rather be participating in it." She raised a brow at his gesture, was there something wrong with his eye?

MP: 1000/1000

83N19MA

" Same here, but my ol.... 'Father' told me not to, he said come here to watch the skill of others. Observation is one part of becoming a true fighter. " He spoke calmly as he looked towards the lovely female, who seemed to not get the gesture of a wink. Regardless, he held his left fingerless gloved hand out towards her for a hand shake. " Father calls me Apollo, whats your name? " He asked calmly.

9Dear Princess Molestia

"Observation is a necessary skill, but..." Claire recognized this gesture and shook his hand, "There is no better practice for combat than being on the field. Studying alone will not teach your body how to move, your mind how to react, nor will not bring out the courage imbedded in every true warrior."

She let go of his hand and set her own at her hip, "I am Claire de Louday, Cleric of Staffrone," she announced proudly. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Apollo."

The Elvaan glanced over her shoulder, "I hear that they allow non-participants the chance to test their skills in the pits. Do you know if this is true?" she asked.

MP: 1000/1000

103N19MA

He shook her hand, a usual heat came from his hand as if he was hotter than normal. He simply took his hand back, and checked around. He didn't know as much as her, this was his first time in these parts so, he smiled. " Not sure, if there was a Judge around they could tell us. But, we can go there and check. "

11Dear Princess Molestia

"I do not know where we could find a judge. Do you know of any other way?"

MP: 1000/1000

123N19MA

He shakes his head, and regardless he lifted his sack up, and started off towards the pit.

13Semaj

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I wish I knew..." THUD Semaj hit the center of the ring. Anyone who was paying attention to the square might have seen the portal open up about 200ft up and the flailing Semaj fall out of it. He it the ground hard, on his back bouncing a little before stopping completely.

"At least I am in the right place, I think." Semaj said looking up at the sky, the lights from the square drowning out most of the stars. Semaj looked at an odd looking wrist watch. "d**k! I am late, tournament started...."

"Sure hope no one saw this..." Semaj commented as he remained laying in the middle of the square.

14Dear Princess Molestia

RenegadeIVLife Wrote:

After a bit of investigating Claire confirmed that the pits in the middle of the square were free for non-participants to use. She wasted no time and made her way there.

Once in the pit the Elvaan stood just as confidently as she had earlier. She wore a grin, but her face still looked focused. She felt a tingling sensation along her skin, the thrill of battle excited her.

With her preparations already made, she waited for her opponent to signal that he was ready.

153N19MA

Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:

The red-hair male made his way down to the pit rather begrudgingly. He looked about for a moment and simply dropped down, he wasn't much of a fighter, only a watcher. The other red hair male Viper would have been suited for this task. Apollo lands in the pit and leans against a wall.

16Dear Princess Molestia

Claire appeared unamused. Such non-chalance was unbecoming of a warrior, perhaps she had misjudged the fellow.

"Are you ready?" she asked with a raised brow. Did he really plan to engage in combat without making any preparations?

173N19MA

Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:

Apollo shrugs his shoulders....

He stood there looking at the female knight. He simply brushed locks of red hair from his face. " I'm only here to observe, I'm not a fighter. I came with someone he's a warrior. Or so we're told in our family circle. Viper's his name. " He explains.

18Dear Princess Molestia

Claire didn't know what to make of the man. At first he seemed eager to get into the mix, but now it felt as if he were retreating before the battle had even started.

She was instantly curious about this other person he mentioned but didn't question him about it. She thought it may be embarrassing for him. "Did you not say that you wished to compete but your father forbade you from doing so? I was under the assumption that you wanted to learn, and there is no better way to learn than the hands-on approach."

193N19MA

Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:

" Father has his odd ways but they seem to work. I'm not ready to get involved in these mix ups. Most likely way Viper had to accompany me. Figured I'd be get into trouble with the locals. " He spoke with a calm voice. He seemed to back down, he had some sense of logic, he can't win a fight, never been in one. He wanted to watch things go down.

20Dear Princess Molestia

The disappointment was obvious by Claire's expression. She may have appeared to have been calm, but in reality she was quite wound up.

"Where is this Viper and will he be up to giving you something to observe?" She tried her best to remain cordial, but a hint of frustration slipped into her tone.

213N19MA

Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:

" The one eye'd man is most likely drinking.... But, I'm sure he can hear us. So... " Apollo backed out.

Viper Bluesummers

Behind the slim, less muscular male was a one ey'd man, with red hair, and elf-like ears clad in a red tunic, black pants tied down by the ankles by belted boots with a long white cloak, and a hand on a bottle of booze. The six foot tall man hops into the ring while Apollo steps out, a slight crack that sounded like shifting steel he seemed like some rugged beast more than some kind of man. " Let's make this quick armored clad lady. "

22Dear Princess Molestia

RenegadeIVLife Wrote:

Claire's disappointment only grew. Was this man trying to make a fool out of her? She stepped forward as if she were planning to follow him, "I do not wish to waste time with rid--" she said with a scornful tone but was cut off with the appearance of the one-eyed man.

Her supposed opponent didn't leave a promising impression. Claire thought she could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the pit. But even though he didn't fit her image of a proud fighter, she knew better than to judge off appearance alone. She drew her mace from her side and set it on rested it against her shoulder. "Very well, this will be qui--"

Claire's attention was drawn away from the man and upward to where she caught glimpse of a twinkle far off in the sky. She narrowed her eyes attempting to make out the object and she noticed that as the seconds passed the little speck got bigger. It didn't take long for her to realize that whatever it was it was coming right for them, and very quickly.

It happened so fast that Claire couldn't react. A thundering boom echoed throughout the square and got louder as the ball of light drew nearer. She gaped, awestruck by the streaking rainbow that crashed right on top of her. The bright light spilled out of the pit and flooded the square.

Just as fast as it had happened the light and sound faded into a silent calm. The dust settled back to the ground and a crowd of onlookers peered with curious eyes into the pit. What just happened?

To their surprise the Elvaan cleric was no longer in the pit. She had been replaced by slender girl that couldn't have been any older than teens.

Rainbow Dash coughed some of the dust up from her lungs, her cerise eyes stung as they watered. Her head throbbed and rubbing it didn't ease the dull ache at all. When she stood up and stumbled, the world around her was still spinning.

"Ugh..." she groaned, "Where am I?"

She looked at the dirt floor, and then the walls, and then when she looked up at the shocked crowd above her she panicked. She wasn't in Equestria anymore, that was for sure.

Rainbow Dash stepped back and looked over her shoulder and caught the one-eyed man out of the corner of her eye. She turned around and backed up to the wall, her eyes wide like a deer's staring into headlights, "Who are you?! Where am I?" she yelled at him in a shrill voice.

Just looking at her Rainbow Dash didn't come off as someone you'd find in a fighting ring. She had an athletic build more suited for a runner than a championship fighter. Her hair was wild, a vibrant rainbow that flowed down to her waist. It looked like she was dressed to hang out with her friends at the mall wearing a sky blue hoodie and a form fitting cut of jeans that bunched up over her sky blue sneakers.

"What's going on..." she said, staring blankly at the one-eyed man across from her trying to make sense of it all.

233N19MA

Dear Princess Molestia Wrote:

Viper Bluesummers

Viper stood there, his right hand raised the bottle of booze to his lips. The crimson haired male with the single eye felt weaker than normal....

The two odd bands made their presence known, they looked like shackles without chains but small red orbs that glow when Viper has aggressive thoughts.

Effects Wrote:

Bands of Submission - Reduces racial traits.

Minus to Strength

Minus to Endurance

Minus to Speed

Minus to Stamina

Minus to Energy Projection

Woe is the Flawed - Effect that negates special abilities Rage and all the effects gained.

Woe of the Great - Effect where by Viper's passive abilities are sealed.

He simply rushed the woman who came in the blind of light with no care to answer her questions, only to swing a hard bottle of good ole number 7 jack denials towards the skull with a hard swing.

24Truest Valor

Canaan didn't spend any time in Latent the last time he had been around these parts. Heaven or Hell had been a fun, exciting distraction from the everyday tedium of his life. A chance to test out and show off his abilities to the world, and his team had done considerably well, coming in second place over Glacier.

Since that time, he'd changed his appearance enough that nobody in the crowd would be able to recognized him. He was bigger, stronger, and his face showed more intensity. He'd lost much of his pleasant personality. His long blue hair was cut short and he wore glasses. While it wasn't much, it was enough to throw off those that weren't looking for him specifically.

As he made his way through the merchants and the crowds, Canaan spotted the raised Exhibition arena. Perhaps now was the best time to jump into one of those plain ole pits and have a good match with whoever happened to fall in after him. Nothing wrong with that.

In the interest of time...

Dressed in only a pair of long gray pants, Canaan leaned against a wall, spreading his toes in the sand under his feet. Somebody would likely join him in here soon enough.

25Eapon

Clash hopped over the railing separating the exhibition arena from the stands.

Shirtless, wearing a pair of black leggings and laced-up fighting boots, he landed feet-first in the sand pit.

26Dear Princess Molestia

"Where could she have gone off to?" Applejack scratched her head as she scanned the crowd for Rainbow Dash's familiar face. She had been looking for her friend for a while now but wasn't having much luck in finding there.

"That creepy fella' said that he saw her around the pits..." Figuring out where she was was just as daunting of a task as finding someone in the shifting sea of people. "Where the hay am I anyway?" Applejack thought out loud and got a couple of odd glances thrown her way.

Applejack wandered aimlessly around the square. Everyone appeared to be busy, it felt like Manehatten all over again. But after a while before she stopped someone long enough to get directions that she could barely make sense out of.

It took a little while longer but Applejack finally managed to find her way to the pit. She examined the walls, they had a texture that even she felt disgusted to touch. The whole room felt cold. Applejack hugged herself to fight off the chill.

"D-Dash, are you down here?" She called out meekly. It wasn't enough for the pit to get her anxious. No, she almost jumped out of her skin when she looked over her shoulder and saw Canaan leaning against the opposing wall. What was he doing just standing there, she wondered.

"H-hey mister, have you seen ma' friend come down here. She's got long rainbow-like hair." Applejack asked him after getting over the initial shock.

27Darshendros the Eternal

"GET YER AUTHENTIC HEAVEN OR HELL DIAMOND KATANAS 'ERE! BUY ONE, GET ONE HALF OFF!" yelled a merchant from a kiosk just west of the square.

The wares on display weren't any different looking from other booths that sold diamond katana replicas and other foam lulzy weapons. There were even plush dolls of some of HoH's celebrity fighters hanging from hooks on the wall display. The merchant hawking the wares didn't look suspicious or special at all. Just another normal human merchant trying to make a living. That was probably what made him a target.

He had closed up shop temporarily so he could take a break and relieve himself, leak the lizard and smoke a cigarette. He was suddenly hit from behind, no clue by who or what, and that was the last thing he would ever remember.

The merchant returned to his booth a few minutes later. He didn't look any different than he did before he took his break. In fact, he looked exactly the same. No reason anyone would suspect him, unless they found the body.

"GET YER AUTHENTIC HEAVEN OR HELL DIAMOND KATANAS 'ERE! BUY ONE, GET ONE HALF OFF! LIMITED WHILE SUPPLIES LAST!"

28Truest Valor

(empty)

29Dear Princess Molestia

Applejack wasn't really a fighter. She may have worked just as hard as any of them but it wasn't exactly a hobby of hers. Not to say that she hadn't been in a few scraps before but that would explain why she didn't look much like a fighter either.

Not too tall, not too short, she stood somewhere around 5'6" tall and was built strongly. Applejack was lean because she worked hard on the farm, not because she trained in the gym. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail and flowed down her back. She tanned unevenly, something she was quite proud of as a sign of her hard work despite the criticism she got from Rarity. Big green eyes and freckles made for a tomboyish but charming look.

There wasn't anything special about her clothes. A simple white t-shirt was tucked into a practical pair of blue jeans. Her brown work boots were broken in and comfortable, but they still provided ample support and protection.

"Now hold on there, sugar cube." Applejack said, all of the anxiety that she had vanished. She caught on to people talking down to her and while normally cordial, she didn't take too kindly to that. "I was just here lookin' for ma' friend."

She motioned as if she were rolling up her sleeves, "But that's no excuse to go on and insult me." She took it better than Rainbow Dash would. Dash had a knack for biting off more than she could chew, a good reason why Applejack came to the pits to find her. But Applejack was known to lose her cool every once in a while too.

30Truest Valor

((Sorry for the short, lame posts. Haven't played this character in awhile.))

31Dear Princess Molestia

Applejack narrowed her eyes. "If ya' want me to leave then you're gonna have to make me," she said in a stubborn tone. She set her hands on her hips and stood squarely. There was no way somebody was going to just bully her. No one pushed her around like that.

32Truest Valor

(empty)

33Dear Princess Molestia

When the first punch was telegraphed Applejack sprung back out of its range. She bounced on the balls of her feet and held up her guard.

Big Mac was bigger and stronger than her. He was probably bigger and stronger than this guy too. That was never a disadvantage for Applejack when the two of them horsed around; it wasn't going to be a disadvantage for her now either. She was swift and crafty and she planned on using those things to her advantage.

"Sounds like they don't like ya' too much," Applejack teased. She grinned smugly as she constantly stayed in motion. The crowd was behind her. That was a good thing but Applejack couldn't let that distract her. She watched Canaan carefully. If the smallest movement was missed, if the tiniest mistake was made, she was likely going to pay dearly for it.

34Truest Valor

(empty)

35Dear Princess Molestia

(( So sorry this took so long. I had a pretty hectic week and I my runs took more time than normal. ))

So the big guy wasn't dissuaded by the crowd's enmity at all. No problem. There was nothing for Applejack to be afraid of. She knew the risks involved with fighting, but she was more than confident that she could out last Canaan.

But the brute was showing that he might have had more cunning than his simple appearance let off. His jabs came fast like lightning, but Applejack was able to evade them with relative ease by moving back. Her eyes quickly scanned the area and she immediately realized just what was happening.

Canaan was purposely trying to push her up against the wall!

Applejack wasn't quite there yet, but she was very near. Her quick assessment led her to believe that she had maybe another two steps back before she would have been pinned; likely not enough room to avoid having her body pummeled. How could she not have realized this earlier? There was more than enough opportunity to have moved into a better position earlier. But she didn't have the luxury to sit there and criticize her mistake, not now at least.

If there was anything Applejack could do to help mitigate the damage it was to not let her face show that she was being pressured. She kept on moving and waiting because she knew that the assault was going to come, and very soon.

36Truest Valor

(( It's fine. ))

37Darshendros the Eternal

The Diamond Katana and Other Trollish Merchandise merchant glanced around, narrowing his eyes at all the people strolling by, some glancing at the wares, others more interested in more important things. He hadn't sold anything, likely because one out of every five or six booths sold the same crap, and this booth was at the end of the row. What a dull gig. Who would want to do this all day? But he had to wait until the right person or persons came along.

A crowd was gathering around a man and woman brawling. Was this what he was waiting for? He would wait until he was sure they were more than just a pair of mundane, ornery fighters. Mundane and ornery is boring.

"GET YER AUTHENTIC HEAVEN OR HELL DIAMOND KATANAS 'ERE! WIN ONE, GET ONE HALF OFF! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SPANK THE MONKEY!"

There was a monkey sitting on the counter, shackled to the floor at the wrists and ankles with a deceptively long chain, bent over with a target painted on it's butt. Easy target, right?

38Darkest Silver

Oh how wonderful it was to be in a new city, the woman standing at 5'8" wearing thick leather thigh high combat boots, and a rather plain looking cream coloured dress thought as she found herself standing amongst the crowd of carnival goers.

Patting down the brown leather corset which covered her mid section to ensure that the crystal angelic blades were still safely tucked away in the back of it, never could trust people any more right, but anyone who wanted to take those particular blades would find their very soul being stripped away from their body. They were special...she had stolen them from an Angel after killing him. Still not sure what their purpose was, Flynn had decided to simply keep them.

Black leather gloved hands reached back to pull her long brown hair back, tying it up into pig tails to stop it from falling into her line of sight, soft brown eyes fixing on a single stall within the carnival...The weirdest carnival she had ever seen too come to think of it. the energy here was different...Malicious, raw and constantly fluctuating. However the Aasimar could not pin point the sources of the energy, since the whole city was pulsing with it...all manner of types, although the darker was always stronger...

Adjusting the shoulder guards so that she could remove the bladed staff from her back, Flynn would turn it butt down to use it like a normal walking staff.

The woman had originally come to compete, but had been sadly called away on business..But tucked away safely into her left boot was the beautiful silver feather engraved blade that Ryugi had gifted her. She would seek him out soon enough to gift him something she had acquired during her last mission.

The bladed gloves were hidden in her room currently, since she had decided to have a day out on the town...Ending up at the carnival, which had to be one of the weirdest things she had ever seen in her life...But more or less because of the one vendor who was asking people to 'spank' a monkey...

"Well...That is new."

Chuckling away to herself the woman would slowly make her way over, a soft smile played at the corners of her full lips..Well until she saw the monkey who was chained up rather cruelly. The hint of a smile vanished as her gaze narrowed at the man behind the counter.

"You...What are you doing to that poor monkey?! Look how much do you want? I'll buy him off you."

Now this was her being nice, since it was easier to try buy the poor animal rather than threaten the man right? Well in her mind it was.

"Oi, how much to let the monkey go? That isn't right.."

39Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

"You...What are you doing to that poor monkey?! Look how much do you want? I'll buy him off you."

Now this was her being nice, since it was easier to try buy the poor animal rather than threaten the man right? Well in her mind it was.

"Oi, how much to let the monkey go? That isn't right.."

The merchant looked at the leather clad woman with a beaming, welcoming smile. "Step right up and spank the monkey! No, no. I'm afraid the monkey is certainly NOT for sale. The monkey is for spanking only! Spank the monkey and win a diamond katana!"

The monkey whimpered pathetically, jerking at it's chains. The chain had enough slack for it to run back and forth across the counter, but not far enough to get completely away.

"EEEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" the monkey screamed.

"SHUT UP, MONKEY!" said the merchant, before giving the monkey a swift swat on it's a**.

40Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

"EEEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" the monkey screamed.

"SHUT UP, MONKEY!" said the merchant, before giving the monkey a swift swat on it's a**.

Oh hell ******** no, he did not just strike the distressed monkey?! Flynn gritted her teeth to suppress a growl. How dare he treat it like that!

Quickly bringing her right hand up and tearing the glove off with her teeth before thrusting it out towards the vendor's offending arm, aiming to wrap her fingers around his wrist. If successful she would twist and pull his arm to straighten it out and stop him from using it to strike the poor animal again. She was stronger than any mere human, that would be more than apparent.

"You...WILL sell me that Monkey..."

The look in her eyes was one of cold determination, and they were fixed onto his own. This was the last time she would ask the man, since as nice as the woman normally was, her patience was already wearing thin.

"Now..How much?"

41Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

The merchant's arm was grasped before he could strike the monkey. He would try pulling his arm out of her grasp. He only seemed to have average human strength, but the look on his face didn't seem to register the expected reaction one would have. It didn't register any reaction at all. His gaze settled on her for a moment before he started crying out in protest, as any normal human would.

"Hey! HEY! Let go of me, you crazy lady! SECURITY! I'm being assaulted!"

"EEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEK! EEEEEEEEEEK!" the monkey cackled.

42Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

That was odd, normally people showed some kind of emotion when being somewhat restrained. But no matter..She had just about had enough of him as it was.

So as he began to cry out Flynn would subtly shift her left hand which held the bladed staff about halfway down the shaft, allowing her to tilt it and push it forward, stopping short of puncturing the flesh under the man's chin with the tip of her blade.

"What's the matter? Don't like feeling helpless?!"

Taunting him just a little, even as the monkey screeched ever so loudly. It was scared, and Flynn could do nothing but hope that the threat of causing the man pain would be enough for him to agree to release it into her care.

That is if all went smoothly...

43Darshendros the Eternal

"I said... the monkey... is not... for sale."

The merchant blinked. Suddenly, his eyes were all black. He turned his wrist to attempt to grasp her arm tightly, as his other hand snapped up to pull the bladed staff away from his throat. Something would come flying at her face from the side to latch on and scream in her ear. The monkey - no longer chained, and no longer a monkey, but a devilish imp.

If the imp latched on, the "merchant" would try to yank the staff out of the woman's hand, depending on how disoriented the imp made her.

44Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

Flynn grimaced as his eyes changed, of course something like this would have to happen to her, since she had assumed he was nothing more than another human. Before she could shove the blade forward she felt it being pulled to her left (his right), however it would not be yanked away...Hell if he grabbed the staff itself it might even be uncomfortable for him to grab since it was red oak, which was classed as holy wood...Well either way it responded well to her energy when channelled through it.

Ready to yank back as her grip tightened on both the staff and the man's wrist she suddenly lurched to the right, her left hand slipping a little further down the shaft, eyes widening with obvious surprise.

"What the fuc-"

!!!

Her sentence was cut off as the damn Imp screamed in her ear, causing her to hiss through gritted teeth.

That was it, no more playing around, she had ******** up big time, since now she had little choice but to use her power. With her ears ringing and head pounding ever so slightly from the assault on her ear, Flynn for some messed up reason would begin to laugh...Not the sweet giggle she was renown for, no this was a loud malicious laugh.

Holy energy already flowing through her body, spreading outwards to her limbs. Those dark brown eyes filled with rage as her body began to glow and if one would look up above her head, the faintest hint of a halo could be seen.

"Well, well, well...I should of known better...you're just another pathetic excuse for a demon..."

Sounding rather excited at the prospect of what she knew was going to come next...A fight, blood, pain, and ultimately death...His and the Imp's death that is.

The energy alone would probably force the imp to release her and retreat, since it had a tendency to burn those of evil/ dark blood and energy.

45Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

The "merchant" recoiled with a sharp hiss in reaction to the staff, his palm giving off some smoke. The imp, on the other hand, leaped off her face screaming in pain, jumping down from the counter and running around the side of the booth.

The "merchant" stepped back as Flynn began glowing with holy light and cackling, snarling at her. "You b***h!"

And then he began to laugh maniacally, his back arching back as his head tilted back. Thick black smoke began to funnel out of his mouth and through the ceiling, arcing through the air to gather around behind her.

"And I'm no demon..." growled a voice from within the darkness.

The smoke dissipated to the left and right with a sudden gust of wind - wind produced from a pair of black leathery wings. A darkly clad man stood between those wings, pale skinned with stark white, long hair that fell over his shoulders and down to the middle of his back, between the dragon-like wings. He was fully clad in black leather, trench coat, gloves, boots. His eyes glowed with a sinister crimson energy.

46Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

It was funny how such an innocent looking girl could turn out to be so vicious. Well soon 'he' would find out just how vicious she was....

People that had been nearby watching the stand off suddenly began to scream and back away, the smoke spiralled above her and of course she would spin on her heel to face the creature whom now spoke to her.... Blinking at the sight that lay before her, a proud demonic like being...with beautiful wings and lovely leather attire.

That trench coat would look great on me...

Bringing the bladed staff before her, held slightly outward, right hand placed about half a foot below the blade while the left was firmly grasping the cloth covered butt of the shaft.

The gasps and screams of the various creatures and people only served to further excite the Aasimar. They had formed a circle around them, keeping a 'safe' distance...But this 'b***h' tended to need a lot more space than what they were willing to give. Not that she cared if they were caught in the crossfire, it only meant more blood...And she could blame it on the hellish creature, since she was 'angelic'.

Meeting the creatures gaze with a sadistic smile, oh this was going to be fun...

"Oh is that so...Well I bet you will still burn like one."

This was a half breed who had killed as many angels as she had demons, in the end they all sounded so sweet while they lay there dying. The creature before her would be no different.

"So if not a demon...what the hell are you?"

This was simply so she could add yet another name to the list of creatures she had come across.

47Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

His lips split into a wide, evil grin of fanged teeth. If she had silver hair, she might resemble someone he once knew... but that was lifetimes ago.

"Oh is that so...Well I bet you will still burn like one."

"You don't frighten me, little girl. You should have spanked the monkey..."

He nodded to her, or rather, in her direction. There was a scream from the crowd behind her. The imp had reappeared, glowing with demonic energy. It suddenly grew to human size, rippling with muscles and frothing at the mouth, totally hulking out. It roared and charged at her, bowing it's head and leading with it's horns, intending to ram her with them, or impale her if she got real unlucky.

48Darkest Silver

What the hell?...Raising an eyebrow Flynn turned to look where he was pointing, the screams reassuring her that this was not a trick..."Oh ******** me!" were the only words that would leave the woman's mouth as the now giant Imp came charging at her. Why did demons have the coolest pets..Yes she was going to keep referring to the creature who owned the Imp as a demon, until she made him tell her otherwise.

The Aasimar would step off to her left, switching her right hand to hold the staff in a reverse grip...And instead of moving out of the way completely she would slide her left foot out a bit and drop into a crouch to avoid those nasty horns as the beast was upon her. Thrusting the point of the blade back and up on her right side, both hand holding the shaft firmly. Aiming to impale the beast between his floating ribs, also holding his weigh as to stop it from falling on top of her.

Her body still glowing, but the halo would continue to grow, becoming far more noticeable.

But as the physical motion was completed she would not hesitate to direct the building energy to her hands and down the shaft of her weapon until it too glowed like it's wielder. Grunting under the strain of holding the beast's weight above her Flynn would suddenly let out an almighty battle cry, well a rather feminine one really.

The energy pulsed before bursting into white flames, holy fire, travelled down her arms and along the weapon to engulf it in it's brilliance.

"You...Should be very afraid.."

If the blade had impaled the beast then it would probably be in a hell of a lot of pain right now, since the flames would make direct contact.

49Dear Princess Molestia

Xerowingz Wrote:

(( Sorry, had all the free time I had planned this weekend sapped by family. Will be able to post regularly throughout the week and will have one for you after I get off work. ))

She couldn't let it happen. She wouldn't let it happen.

Time seemed to have slowed. Applejack felt the desperation trickling down the back of her neck. She had to make a decision and she had to make it now. Indecisiveness was no longer a luxury she could afford. She had to act now!

As if she were guided by Celestia herself, Applejack stepped to the outside of Canaan's first jab with a deft movement. Without hesitation her body lowered and she stepped forward. It was an automatic movement; one her big brother had taught her when she was very young. It wasn't pretty but Applejack wasn't someone known for being flashy. Simple and effective was her motto.

Applejack reached for Canaan's leg to wrap the arm behind the knee. She drove forward because she wanted to get him off his balance and bring him to the ground. But she remained flexible and waited for his reaction before going completely in. She had learned the hard way to leave a bit of room for her to bail out if needed.

50Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

The hulked imp screamed and squirmed on the end of the pointy, fiery stick, it's skin and flesh scorching under the holy fire, until it completely disintegrated into a pile of ash. The man in black had plenty of opportunity to strike at the woman, in any manner of fatal ways - you should never turn your back on a threat - but he didn't take it. He stood there with that sinister grin on his face, watching his minion die.

"You should never turn your back on an enemy, you know."

Tendrils of shadow shot out from his feet, slithering across the ground and making their way to the woman, intent upon coiling around her feet and ankles to immobilize her.

51Truest Valor

Quote:** Wrote:

Applejack reached for Canaan's leg to wrap the arm behind the knee. She drove forward because she wanted to get him off his balance and bring him to the ground. But she remained flexible and waited for his reaction before going completely in. She had learned the hard way to leave a bit of room for her to bail out if needed.

52Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

Truer words were never spoken, but the creature should of taken the chance and finished her off then and there. Fire was not her only weapon, and even as she spun around to glare at him, still half crouched it would become apparent that the glow continued to intensify. the halo shining bright above her head..But the divine appearance did not match the slightly lopsided grin the woman wore. No, this half breed loved killing, loved death...and having ended his minions life only served to excite her...Almost to the point of getting off on it.

Catching the sudden movement along the ground between them Flynn cursed herself for a fool before tensing the muscles in her legs, pushing off from her half crouch and aiming her armoured left shoulder for the man's chest. The bladed staff held diagonally across her body, blade sticking up past her right shoulder.

At this point she was completely airborne, the fire extinguished after the death of the Imp, since it could not be maintained without using more energy than she was currently willing to give.

53Dear Princess Molestia

Canaan was quick on his feet. It wasn't that surprising to Applejack. She hadn't assumed that just because he was a bigger guy that he'd be some lumbering buffoon. He had demonstrated quite the opposite actually. Quick and precise strikes, solid footwork, and an untiring aggression were all signs of a seasoned fighter.

It wasn't that Applejack questioned her own ability. She was more than confident that she could take this guy down, but she knew that not thinking about positioning was asking for a mistake to happen. Those kinds of mistakes, really silly mistakes, cost people dearly.

That beginning of his evasive shuffling was all that she needed to see. She shifted her weight in an awkward way and her body went to the ground. She rolled on the ground pass Canaan and quickly sprung back up to her feet with a slight distance between the two. A totally unorthodox maneuver had gotten her back off the wall, but Applejack wasn't exactly a fighter that prided herself on doing what was necessarily proper. It helped that she didn't mind getting dirty either.

"Phew," she said to herself. Back on her feet, Applejack resumed bouncing while dusting the dirt off of her jeans and shirt. She was ready to give this another go, and this time not in such a disadvantageous position.

54Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

The shadowy tendrils dissipated. His eyes glinted as he followed Flynn's movement, raising his right arm, bent at the elbow, and holding his palm open toward her. The air rippled between them, inches before she could make contact with her shoulder, slowing her momentum to a sudden halt until she would be held in midair in front of him by an invisible force. He was exerting all of his concentration to hold her as strongly as possible, just in case she tried anything with that stick of her's.

"You want to know who I am? I am Darshendros the Eternal, the Dark Eternal, Dragon Overlord of the Void and a servant of the Unnamed Ones, and I have returned to reclaim what was mine. This world."

Darshendros thrust out his arm, pushing out with that invisible force that would be holding Flynn to rapidly propel her backwards. It wouldn't do any damage unless she was the less than graceful type and landed in an awkward position, but beyond that, it would be as if she was shoved back by a giant.

He flicked his right arm off to the side and a shadowy sword appeared in his hand.

"Come, little girl. Show me your rage!"

55SARQ

THE PITS: A Challenge Resounds

XXXXThe speakers about the Exhibition Arena roared up as a siren played across them. Radek walked past the guards, carrying a thick greatsword across his shoulders with his arms wrapped around it like a yoke. His arms were metal. There were rings etched into the black steel his cells had transmuted into. His dirty hair hung over his hunched face. Tenkai had allowed him to shake off some dust within the boundaries of the Sand Pits, and as his bare feet began to walk down the steps, a voice came in to replace the alarm.

ARK WIDE INVITATION: RADEK, THE b*****d, HAS OFFERED AN OPEN INVITATION TO SPAR WITH HIM WITHIN THE SAND PITS. THE FIRST INTERESTED PARTY WILL BE ACCEPTED.

XXXXSilence once again fell over the Ark as the monitors clicked off and left Radek standing, his toes pressing into the sand to test its firmness, and patiently waiting anyone to accept. His bare torso revealed six empty craters in his back with ridges and grooves of the same material coating his arms. His signature jeans hung at his hips, and a thick steel chain hooked through the belt-loops and held closed by two locks acted as his belt.

56Darkest Silver

Darshendros the Eternal Wrote:

A vicious growl rumbled within the woman's throat as she was halted by some unseen force. Of course he had to be some high ranking demon thing...Which left her wondering just how far she could push him.

"I don't give a ******** about what you want, this world doesn't mean anything to me..I just want-Hmmphh!"

Before Flynn had a chance to finish she found herself flying backwards, with the force being quite substantial the Aasimar ended up crashing into a few very unfortunate spectators. Their cries of dismay were music to her ears as their soft bodies cushioned her fall.

Getting to her feet rather quickly and dislodging the blade of her staff from a woman's thigh in the process, not even gracing the said woman with a glance as her screams seemed not to bother Flynn in the slightest. she as more annoyed about the blood that coated the blackened steel of her beloved weapon. First blood was one thing...but it was meant to be her opponents, not some stupid bystander.

Walking forward with the confidence of a seasoned fighter, and also the cockiness of someone who had not yet fought something like Darsh.

"Well that was very rude! What I was about to say before you pushed me away was that I only want your blood."

The sword he held did not exactly have her worried, she held a ranged weapon, that was also great at blocking sword strikes...Maybe this would be easy?

Rolling her shoulders back while closing the distance between them, keeping her cold brown eyes fixed on Darsh, the corners of her lips twitching as a 'knowing' smirk formed.

Normally the woman would give in and take the bait, but her instructor had long since taught her that it would get her into trouble, revealing weaknesses before you even got a chance to strike. Being terribly hot headed was always going to be an issue for Flynn, however right now she was rather calm....

Finally coming within reach of her opponent, she would bring the staff down to rest the butt against her left hip, while the length extended out and up on an angle so that the tip of the blade was level with her right shoulder.

"You first..."

57Zerogamer

SARQ Wrote:

THE PITS: A Challenge Resounds

XXXXThe speakers about the Exhibition Arena roared up as a siren played across them. Radek walked past the guards, carrying a thick greatsword across his shoulders with his arms wrapped around it like a yoke. His arms were metal. There were rings etched into the black steel his cells had transmuted into. His dirty hair hung over his hunched face. Tenkai had allowed him to shake off some dust within the boundaries of the Sand Pits, and as his bare feet began to walk down the steps, a voice came in to replace the alarm.

ARK WIDE INVITATION: RADEK, THE b*****d, HAS OFFERED AN OPEN INVITATION TO SPAR WITH HIM WITHIN THE SAND PITS. THE FIRST INTERESTED PARTY WILL BE ACCEPTED.

XXXXSilence once again fell over the Ark as the monitors clicked off and left Radek standing, his toes pressing into the sand to test its firmness, and patiently waiting anyone to accept. His bare torso revealed six empty craters in his back with ridges and grooves of the same material coating his arms. His signature jeans hung at his hips, and a thick steel chain hooked through the belt-loops and held closed by two locks acted as his belt.

In an extremely stark contrast to the monster of a metal man standing on one side of the arena, a much slimmer man would walk in from the other. While tall, he was simply that. Tall. He didn't have slabs of muscle, a massive weapon, metal arms, or a heavy chain for a belt. He had considered going in with his padded jacket, but after a quick glance at his soon to be opponent abandoned it for a more normal look of a white tee shirt and blue scarf. Plain, yet functional. And a bit stylish.

His choice of weapon seemed oddly plain. It was a simple, if sturdy looking spear, just about the same heights as it's wielder. A little over six feet in length, and with a barbed spear head. The only other item of importance the man seemed to wear were two gauntlets and a pair of goggles over his eyes. If Ferris himself was a betting man, which he was, he'd put the money on the other guy from looks. However looks can be deceiving. "Sup." Ferris drew his weapon and gripped it in both hands and held it point out towards Radek, resting it in the ground for now.

58SARQ

THE DANCE OF NOISE BEGINS

Zerogamer Wrote:

"Sup."

XXXXRadek's eyes opened at the sound of a voice. He looked at the challenger and smiled. His arms dropped, the sword coming with them as its pommel was gripped in Radek's left hand. The blade as 4' long and 1.5' broad. His chest bulged as he worked to keep the blade aloft. Th bright colors in his hair contrasted his plain "battle garments." Between their strands he stared at the man and sized him up.

XXXX"Only fools rush to their death." His mouth opened in a sadistic grin. Time to get back into the groove. "Will you die a fool?"

XXXXHis body ran red as his bones painted themselves into his skin. His grip tightened on his sword before he slung it over his shoulder and ran at the man, ready to close the gap and start knocking him around. To start, he would close the distance and crouch, sliding with the force of his swing as he brought his blade around to take out his legs mid-shin. His free hand slapped the ground to help with the pivot. His follow-through would spin him back and away from Ferris.

59Darshendros the Eternal

Darkest Silver Wrote:

Darshendros flashed a wicked grin, watching Flynn's apathetic reaction to just skewering some innocent bystander. Or was that totally apathetic? No, she had to have enjoyed that to some degree. There was a darkness inside her, and he would exploit it.

The sight of blood wasn't lost on the crowd. They reacted with panic, and with the sudden aura of dread that Darshendros was emitting, they began screaming and scattering like roaches when the light was turned on. Such elegant music.

His robes rippled and exploded with shadowy fibers, folding upon themselves and stitching into something else, solidifying into a plate-like looking armor with spiked pauldrons, gauntlets and greaves ending in claws, the seams between the plates alighting with a fiery glow. He spread his wings as a horned, skull-faced helmet formed around and enclosed around his face. He flapped his wings, rising into the air.

"Give me your anger," he cried, his voice distorted by the mask, sounding deeper, monstrous. "Let it boil to the surface! Let your fury flow freely! Anger begets anger! Come on, show me your rage!"

He slashed his shadowy sword through the air, leaving a thick trail of inky darkness in it's wake that gusted forward toward as he pumped his wings in the air. All that it touched turned a monochrome grey, as if all the color was stripped away, the arc of it's reach spreading the further it traveled.

60Zerogamer

SARQ Wrote:

"Will you die a fool?"

"Is there any other way?" Ferris would then do the stupid. He would rush his opponent as well. The thing was, Ferris was faster than his opponent. Chances were he was anyways. Ferris' powers of flight afforded him the ability to move pretty quick on the ground as well, including dashing. His spear would raise to chest level as he practically flew forward. In essence this would make the distance between the two evaporate that much swifter. Whether or not Radek had the run up to do is sliding move was up to his own physical abilities.

Ferris attack would be simple. Spear Radek through the chest. Should Radek still slide under the spear and go for his leg shot, Ferris would surprise the swordsman by deftly jumping over the swinging blade...and then stay in the air. As he would lift into the air to fly over the sword he would follow Radek's body with the spear and when directly over him in the air, roughly when Radek would be stopped cold hopefully from his sliding move, he would thrust the spear down at his prone form.

If Radek dodged the spear by going to one of the sides, Ferris would dash in the other direction to avoid any sword cuts. The extended range of his spear allowed him a grace period.

61SARQ

XXXXThere were many ways to die, but Ferris was set in his foolish ways. He came at Radek as Radek came at him, leaving the space between them behind in a blink. Radek ducked for his slash all the same, his speed reduced as he adjusted for Ferris. Then he was gone. Ferris had jumped, and Radek's head twisted to glare at the man. The spear's point glinted as it moved through the sun's light towards Radek's exposed body. He pushed off of the ground with his right hand and tried to roll back...

XXXXshrrrrk

XXXXThrough and through, the spear pushed into Radek's organs like a pin through putty until it came out of his back. Black tar clung to it that looked like oil when light shone on it. It ran between his ribs and down towards just above his kidney. A smile covered Radek's face. "I don't rely on organs." He gripped the spear's shaft and pulled it through him, lifting himself along the length with wet noises of progress following him. The metal fingers squeezed tightly, trying to snap the weapon in half. His left rose, turning to lock his hold and point the tip at Ferris' falling body. A jab shot the sword at the man's gut. It sliced through the air at Ferris' belly button. Radek planned on skewering the man and severing his spine in one swift blow. If done right, t would grate across Ferris' pelvis and send the man into screaming fits of pain.

62Zerogamer

Wow, that was an amazing hit, one he hadn't expected to work. Wait. That's not blood. As the spear drove it's way through the large man, black liquid began to spill. "Oh s**t."

"I don't rely on organs."

Ferris always seemed to need to use his powers more than he wanted. As Radek began to reposition himself and bring up his spear, Ferris spoke his own quip. "I don't rely on gravity." Ferris would proceed to stop falling instantly as the sword jab came. His whole body would suddenly dash to the left, still floating above Radek, his own left hand coming out and across his body. Magic would activate, and the left gauntlet would exert a force on the blade equal to that of a man Ferris' size strength, in an attempt to push the blade even further of course, and increase Radek's recovery time. Ferris was no longer keen on keeping the weapon, Radek could have it for now.

As Ferris deftly dodged with amazing feats of midair sky walking, he would also have to disengage. His whole body would begin to bend backwards like he was going for a backflip, and his foot would come around as he did so to leave Radek with a parting kick towards the face. He would continue his bicycle backflip kick in the air, and land several feet away from Radek. His hands would go out wide and his form excellent. Ten's from all the judges for sticking the landing.

63SARQ

Zerogamer Wrote:

Ferris always seemed to need to use his powers more than he wanted. As Radek began to reposition himself and bring up his spear, Ferris spoke his own quip. "I don't rely on gravity." Ferris would proceed to stop falling instantly as the sword jab came. His whole body would suddenly dash to the left, still floating above Radek, his own left hand coming out and across his body. Magic would activate, and the left gauntlet would exert a force on the blade equal to that of a man Ferris' size strength, in an attempt to push the blade even further of course, and increase Radek's recovery time. Ferris was no longer keen on keeping the weapon, Radek could have it for now.

XXXXThe spear was useless to Radek, and splintered in his hands. Ferris evaded the heavy blade and struck it with his empowered glove. Magic shot through the metal and into Radek. The parasite within him devoured the energy as if famished--it couldn't be, though, for Radek had nightmares whenever he slept--and regurgitated it back at Ferris as purple plasma scorching the air. He got to his feet as the burst of electricity called Jagged Neg arced at Ferris' gauntlets, much as lightning is drawn to metal. Radek stepped back and swung the blade away, placing the tip against the sand floor as he wrapped his right arm behind him.

XXXX"There is no hunting like the hunting of man." A blur threw the spear back at Ferris with incredible speed. It was like it had been fired from a ballista. Radek's robotic joints rotated at 80% power and hurled the sticky weapon with a skilled fist. Should he be hit, it would catch him in his right thigh where it met with his hip and knock him off-center. Should he dodge, it would be no loss. In that moment of the black javelin's flight, Radek leapt forward and came at Ferris again with his sword. An under-handed upwards crescent slash kept the man from Radek by placing his blade between them both. His eyes never left Ferris. He expected the puppet-strings to continue to make the man dance.

XXXXThey would be cut soon enough.

64Zerogamer

Depending on how bad the actual shock was, Ferris would still attempt to kick and backflip away. It would hurt like hell, the shock, but his powers didn't really rely on muscle control to work safely, so he would safely land just as before, except with his arm now twitching slightly. He would look up at the big man. Well, this was bad. The man or his sword seemed have some of reversal of magical power going on. That meant his gauntlets were mostly useless.

However it looked like his opponent was going to throw his spear. His broken, not aerodynamic spear. If it was a throwing spear that would have been even worse. This was more like, a not throwing spear though. Meant to stab and spear. As the name implied. However that didn't make it any less dangerous when the man seemed to have inhuman strength to throw it almost faster then Ferris could notice. He had just barely enough time to dash to the side of the spear as it flew past him. If he didn't have his flight, hell, he didn't even want to think about it. That thing would have hit, and hard.

No time to wonder on that though. As he dodged the spear it seemed his opponent was coming in once more for a swing. No here was a real problem though. Ferris was unarmed. He kind of felt good he didn't have to worry about judges docking him points for dodging anymore. Because that was all he had at the moment. As Radek came in for the Crescent Strike he would dash back yet again, excpet this time keep going until he reached his spear, which chances were had embedded itself into a wall or had fallen flat. Regardless, he would pick it up and point the half broken spear at Radek. This was just awful.

[[I know I'm just dodging everything here, but I'm going to level with you, I really don't want to be cleaved in half or stabbed by Radek's weird black motor oil blood stuff. I doubt it would end well.]]

65SARQ

Zerogamer Wrote:

[[I know I'm just dodging everything here, but I'm going to level with you, I really don't want to be cleaved in half or stabbed by Radek's weird black motor oil blood stuff. I doubt it would end well.]]

[[I don't plan on penalizing you for it. No dodges have been impossible, imo, so keep going.]]

XXXXRadek felt his sword miss, the blade circling around to rest its tip against the ground once more, this time crossing over his legs. His eyes flitted to the side before returning to Ferris'. "Seems my little friend inside of me is a bit too much for Management to allow me to use in the Exhibition Arena. Do not fear reverb again." There was an immunity ban clause worked into HoH that applied to him as well, for security reasons. Magic nullification fell under those guidelines, and he was politely requested to cease before action had to be taken. Radek ran his free hand through his hair, his blood wiping into it and acted as gel to keep it back. The tar was distinct on top of the pink and blue streaks of hair.His smile faded. He'd have to keep an eye on those gloves now.

XXXX"Nice catch."

XXXXRadek slowly walked towards Ferris, the blade dragging across the sand, jumping every time it caught in the floor. Patience was necessary, now. His right arm took the sword and slung it over his shoulder again, his left opening and closing to stretch it out. It was almost comical looking at the hole in Radek's chest as Ferris, unscathed, floated further out of reach. Fear was a potent emotion.

66Zerogamer

Finally, a lull in the fight. A time for Ferris to catch his breath and really asses what was happening. His opponent seemed...powerful. Taking a spear through the chest literally didn't even seem to slow the man down. At least, not in a way that was harmful for Radek. Ferris couldn't be sure of the actual damage he had caused. However, the news of Radek's imaginary friend having his magic absorbing powers restricted was good. However he would still have to be careful how he used his gauntlets magic. He was sure Radek was strong enough to shake off the effects head on, so a little skill would be needed in their use.

Then there was the broken piece of wood Ferris now was forced to call a weapon. His only chance of winning. The good news though was that he wasn't going to hold back anymore. With Radek's clear advantage in the area of raw endurance Ferris didn't need to hold back in fear of straight out killing the man. However to land any blows he would still need to get close, avoid the sword, who's reach was now longer, and those metal arms.

Time to attack. Ferris would suddenly rush forward, using his own legs to power his charge. He held the halfspear in his right hand and back slightly as if to attack. Ferris knew though that getting close meant Radek would probably attack, and that meant being ready. He figured Radek could do two things. An over head strike or a horizontal one. If it was an overhead vertical strike, Ferris would dash to the left(Radek's right) past the sword, and attempt a passing strike at his side, trying to slice open Radek's side. If it was a horizontal chop, then he would he would transfer to a kneeling slide and attempt to hamstring the warrior while ducking the blade. Anything else and well, he would improvise.

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BRINGING BACK THE GLORY

Zerogamer Wrote:

XXXXFerris would be surprised at what Radek chose to do. It was now he that evaded Ferris, his left hand going to his hip as he hopped to his left and turned. He faced Ferris and planted his left foot behind him. It dug into the pit's floor and his right swung around, the blade now coming horizontally at Ferris's chest from before him. Radek's right foot had yet to hit the ground from the leap.

XXXXAs Ferris was preoccupied with the large edge threatening to break open his sternum, the true intent behind Radek's attack would miss Ferris eye. Throughout the fight, Radek's movements had jostled his belt, the sound of clanking link no longer strange or unusual, and with the movement Radek had just performed it would be normal for the sharp plinks to sound out. However, they were aided by Radek as he grabbed one lock on his chain-belt and pulled, snapping he break-away one with his enhanced strength. In one motion it was pulled free from his loops, the pants remaining at his waist, and slipped through his hand until he held the looped end. It was a common weapon, known on the street as a Smiley because of the gashes it left. Should the blade hit, Ferris would be forced back, painful, before Radek planted his right and swung the heavy lock at the man's skull.

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SARQ Wrote:

Ferris would indeed be in pain if that sword hit. In fact he would most likely be cleaved in twain and dead. However that wasn't going to happen. This fight would be to short if that happened. Ferris also wasn't unobservant. True he may not be much of an actual fighter, but he was pretty good at observing things. He also knew to keep his eye on the prize, in this case that being Radek. And that hop was all the time Ferris needed. Radek was smart, and a good sword fighter, however he couldn't properly swing until he was at least somewhat planted into the ground. However Ferris saw the wind up and the sword beginning to come. He would have none of that.

Ferris had been ready to dash left or duck under. He was more then ready to dash right, which he did. Mid dash his entire momentum would simply change. Instead of moving forward in one instant, he would suddenly be sliding to his right. He wasn't even pretending to run this time, he was straight up flying while dragging his feet. As he began to move away from the blade and back towards Radek's left side, he would quickly duck and spin clockwise, and unleash a powerful back hand swing with his spear at Radek's exposed side, or arm, which ever was in the way, as he came back around. He would continue with the slide and end several feet away from Radek, hopefully having inflicted a grievous side wound. Hopefully also the brief moment of the sword swing and Ferris side would meant Radek had not yet had enough to time to fully draw forth his chain weapon.

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RUTHLESS

Zerogamer Wrote:

Ferris had been ready to dash left or duck under. He was more then ready to dash right, which he did. Mid dash his entire momentum would simply change. Instead of moving forward in one instant, he would suddenly be sliding to his right. He wasn't even pretending to run this time, he was straight up flying while dragging his feet. As he began to move away from the blade and back towards Radek's left side, he would quickly duck and spin clockwise...

XXXXRadek had expected the boy to drop to the ground, or even get away from him, but to close the gap was definitely not what he had foreseen Ferris doing. Radek's hand tightened around the sword's pommel as he continued the strike and followed Ferris until he had begun to spin. Radek's foot dug in and his right foot hit the ground, planting himself for whatever the fool had in mind. Radek almost smiled as he saw the spear's head coming for him again. By now it had already begun to stick to Ferris's hand, but he wouldn't know that until he tried to let go.

XXXXThe Smiley would slide free in time for Radek's left arm to split along the bones and separate into two arms, the smaller of the two keeping control of the lock and chain. His skin split like melting wax, but snapped like rubber. Muscles ripped and pinched to form the two separate limbs. Ferris would feel himself make contact with Radek, but when he tried to spin away, he'd find his arm stuck to the spear that was now wedged into Radek. The Blood was coagulating and, as it did, became adhesive. Radek's third hand--the only one free of a weapon--would ball into a fist and come down on Ferris's head, like a meat mallet, before taking the sword from his right so that it could then grab the Smiley and loop it around Ferris's neck.

XXXXHis smile had returned.

70Zerogamer

HAHA! Finally, a worthy strike. Now to just...the spear is stuck. As Ferris was halted in his sliding spin as his Spear head stuck fast into the creature known as Radek's side, he couldn't help but be suddenly very worried. He didn't want to stay close, and something told him this blow wasn't going to be that severe, just like with the stab through his entire chest area. He immediately tried to let go, only to find his gauntlet glued to the spear. Son of a b***h.

This put a serious hamper on Ferris momentum, which he had thought he had just built up pretty well. Now it was halted in an instant, and that made him pause and look up at the black blooded man. He should never have touched that spear again. Black blood is always bad. ALWAYS. Then his arm split in two straight down the middle like some type of freaky alien thing. Oh, what the hell.

It was a good thing he was wearing that gauntlet. Really good. Because otherwise he would be at the mercy of this monster. He let his grip relax and back peddled as fast as he could out of that situation. His hand would come loose and the gauntlet would stay stuck to the shaft of the broken spear. Ferris would tumble away, just narrowly avoiding the third arm's strike. This man was incredibly annoying to fight. Every time he attacked he seemed to loose another piece of equipment.

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Zerogamer Wrote:

It was a good thing he was wearing that gauntlet. Really good. Because otherwise he would be at the mercy of this monster. He let his grip relax and back peddled as fast as he could out of that situation. His hand would come loose and the gauntlet would stay stuck to the shaft of the broken spear. Ferris would tumble away, just narrowly avoiding the third arm's strike. This man was incredibly annoying to fight. Every time he attacked he seemed to loose another piece of equipment.

XXXXNot excellent, but good positioning nonetheless. Ferris would escape, but not before giving Radek the match. The lithe fool would scramble away as Radek stuck the sword into the sand floor and peeled the gauntlet from the spear's snapped shaft. The blood softened under Radek's guidance. It was attuned to his biometric signal, and uncoagulate when connected to him once allowed to through his acceptance. It was similar to a Moderator accepting system changes. He looked it over for a moment before pressing it against his stomach. His flesh split, a part of his intestine sliding out like a hungry tongue to lick and drool over the fingers of the gauntlet, before swallowing it into his cavity.

XXXX"How's it work? The glove. I can always force a way." It was true; Radek could find a way to override the gauntlet's activation system. It could result in various, altered effects, though. Perhaps it would vomit fire, or make trees sprout from the craters left behind after a blow. For now, Radek's body was peeling it apart, atom by atom, and testing it's chemical composition, property effects, anything and everything it could to properly replicate it from memory. "No matter. I can figure it out."

XXXXRetrieving his sword from the dirt, Radek held it in his right once more as his lower left began to swing the Smiley until it kept taught in a full circle. A purple flame began to manifest in his upper left hand. It was small now, small tadpoles of brilliant violet dancing and swimming in circles until being swallowed by the greater whole in the middle. Now it was a marble, then a grape, then a golf ball. It showed no signs of stopping.

XXXX"I must admit that I am impressed at your ingenuity." He began to walk towards the weaponless fool. The spear shaft was vanishing, sliding into Radek's abdomen, as it was embraced by his muscles and tendons which were contracting and shifting like an esophagus to devour the weapon. Devour was a poor word, though. Stockpile. Yes, that was more like it.

XXXXStockpiled.

72Zerogamer

Oh. Oh hell no. "Did you just eat my gauntlet? Man, come on, that thing wasn't cheap." Ferris was actually ticked off now. He liked that gauntlet. He was right handed. That was sort of the one he felt most comfortable with. Plus, now he didn't have a matching set. Nevermind the three armed freak slowly coming to possible murder and eat him, that dude had taken his loot and had...absorbed it. Like a slime or something. This was not cool. Plus, it seemed this b*****d had no idea how to use it. At the very least though it seemed Radek thought Ferris was smart, so there was that. Maybe? He really needed to get a tank buster style weapon for monsters like this.

Well, looking at the situation, there wasn't much Ferris could do. He had one gauntlet, some goggles, a scarf, the clothes on his back, and no weapon. He had his fists, sure, but that wasn't exactly going to go far. He felt punching this man was not ideal. Like, punching him would be like punching slosh. His hand would just sink in and start getting dissolved. Or something. And he wasn't getting his weapon back at all. He hated to admit it, but it seemed he had lost rather spectacularly.

He sighed and stood up straight with hands in the air. "I give, you win. Honestly that was a good spar, but I kind of don't really have anything else that will even work, you know?" Hopefully the man would take the surrender. Ferris could get away easily he was sure, but he'd rather not be forced to run away. It seemed worse then just surrendering.

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SARQ Wrote:

Clash dropped into the arena between Radek and Ferris, his buckled boots hitting the sandy floor with a resounding clomp.

Using his left hand to toss his cape aside, he rose from a three-point crouch, giving Radek a level stare as he noted the golf-ball-size, violet flame amassing in the creature's left hand.

Clash carried a double-edged sword over his right shoulder.

"I want a go at you."

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75CaptainKabu

Presumably outside of Sarq's encounter~

A soft thud would resonate throughout the arena with the sudden existence of the source. The displacement of dust would corona around the six foot three figure who had leaped from the stands. Dressed in blue and black iconic attire the male himself seemed rather mundane. Most metas did these days, but this particular figure was in fact pure. Human to the fullest. Even if his body literally was a trained and hardened weapon that rivaled what any normal person would consider super-human. Satoshi wasn't the most skilled martial artist. Or some Kumite main character. He was however currently training to change that, taking on all challengers and issuing one to whomever seemed strong enough to break a new lesson in. For the time being, the black haired figure would cast a steely coal stare out across the arena. With a lack of any real opponent to be noted [To save myself and whoever wants to take this from getting wrapped up in Sarq's thing], Satoshi would merely clear his throat and raise his rather deep voice. The tone projected was clean English despite this man's ethnicity. Obvious Asian Decent.

"Is there any fighter here who would entertain me with a spar?"

An open challenge was strewn out plainly for any spectator and possible combatant in the exhibition arena. Whether or not anyone would answer, only time would tell. In the mean time, the martial artist in blue would stand with arms folded over his chest. Hands slid casually into the apposing opposite appropriate sleeve.

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A short distance away from Satoshi, an elderly gentleman in coveralls was sweeping up the floor of the arena. He was mumbling something about stains never coming out when suddenly the fighter's voice split the air.

The old man lifted his head and looked about, then looked straight at Satoshi before replying.

"Nope."

And then he went back to sweeping.

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CaptainKabu Wrote:

"Is there any fighter here who would entertain me with a spar?"

An open challenge was strewn out plainly for any spectator and possible combatant in the exhibition arena. Whether or not anyone would answer, only time would tell. In the mean time, the martial artist in blue would stand with arms folded over his chest. Hands slid casually into the apposing opposite appropriate sleeve.

The soft clop of stiff leather slapping against processed earth signaled the entrance of new contender. A fresh new face who made no claim to being a world breaker, soul blighter or demon slayer but was just a simple man from a much simpler time. He rose an respectable height of 5 foot 10, with a little help from his thick heeled boots, yet strode about with the swagger of a much taller man. Not the arrogant stomps of a rowdy youth, but the surety of strength and purpose that came from a long life of not only surviving all obstacle in your path but thriving in face of adversity.

His attire was just as humble as his bearing, every stitch of cloth made of from the hide of animals he had killed and tanned himself in a style unheard of in this world of complex computes and robots that talked. His legs were garbed loosely in a pair of simple brown slacks, held a lot by a rattlesnake belt. A long sleeved cotton dress shirt that buttoned only at the collar kept his hairy chest under wraps and was tucked neatly into a vest of deep crimson. His calloused hands were wrapped up by a pair of brown fingerless gloves, and his messy head of dark hair was in place by a dark brown beaver skin hat. And was only his right as a gunslinger, a leather gun belt straddled his hips regardless of the fact that said belt was currently empty.

Clayton Keelan approached the stranger and stopped 10 feet away, both of his thumbs dipping in his holsters as if to fondle gun buts that were currently absent.

"Howdy stranger! Did I hear you say something about bit of brawl? It's been a mighty long time since I got into a good bar room brawl, and sadly there's no bar in sight at the moment. But I do believe we can make do without."

((...Now I just feel awkward))

78Destructive Forces

The old man noticed quite suddenly that a single die was sitting at his feet. Four black dots stared back into his eyes.

Four is death.

Hurriedly, the old man grabbed the die and threw it as hard as his withered arms could, watching it vanish into the distance with some satisfaction.

This arena got stranger every year.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

"Howdy stranger! Did I hear you say something about bit of brawl? It's been a mighty long time since I got into a good bar room brawl, and sadly there's no bar in sight at the moment. But I do believe we can make do without."

((...Now I just feel awkward))

[Ewps... >w<;]

Before Satoshi could mysteriously vanish he caught an unfamiliar tone. When those dark eyes were brought about to catch sight of a cowboy, the Martial Artist would smile at the male all the same. Seemed the rather burly Asian was content to respond with a friendly chuckle at the words offered. There were so many bad jokes to be had here... Even as the joyful sound rumbled up out of that large chest though, the dark haired figure was making his way to stand a meager four to five feet away from the gunless cowboy.

"I believe so. My name is Satoshi."

With the pleasantries of an introduction offered, Sato would just cup his left hand over his right hands fist. The Bundle itself would be brought up to about collar bone level before the smallest bow was added. A token of respect, perhaps read as a warning to ready one's self? A brief pause would be offered before-

"Yosh!"

With that word, the figure would suddenly drop down in position, shrinking as it were. Just a lowered center of gravity with either leg spreading out to either side to accommodate a strong low horse stance. Left hand would be extended out in front the body, elbow crooked, knuckles facing out, open handed, with fingers to the sky. Where as the right hand was slipped down to rest in a balled fist at the right hip. With that stance, it seemed the Asian was ready to go. Even within his preparations though, Satoshi would wait for the cowboy's own ready before throwing anything at him.

[Mmmm. I really need to work on my 'stance descriptions'. Bah.]

80LuvMonke

CaptainKabu Wrote:

((The description is apt. I on the other hand have come down with a killer of a cold, so if my writing doesn't make sense or just sounds plain odd, please let me know.))

"Pleasure to meet you Satashe. I got by Clayton around these here parts."

The gunslinger offered in a pleasant and rumbling tone, as he rolled his shoulders and crack his neck to get a few of the last few kinks out of his body. It was always good to be polite and pleasant with your fellow man, a lesson too often discarded in the time and age. Although not a very old man, as it had been barely more than 30 revolutions since his birth, Clayton did have an old soul that respected the old and near forgotten ways of courtesy and respect that extended even between mortal enemies. So when Satoshi bowed with his fists clasped before him, the cowboy replied in kind by bowing his head and tipping his hat to his fellow man.

He quirked an eyebrow at the Asian's choice of ready stance, as he was largely unfamiliar with the Eastern modes of combat. He assumed a loose boxing stance, with his hand held up in front of his face and his elbows close to but not touching his chest. He led with his left leg and his right foot was bearing most of his weight. If the other man did not strike at this point, he'd happily oblige him by stomping over the remaining distance and starting this hoe down by letting loose with a left jab that would fly towards his nose.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

Satoshi

Far and wide, manners did go lost these days. Perhaps not in totality, but definitely on a large scale. Brawlers and fighters seemed to be no exception, though this Clayton character was. The light hint of determination on the Asian's large brow was lifted momentarily. Just a fleeting grin that slowly melted back into a 'Super cereal Martial Arts time face'. Satoshi wasn't as well versed with western boxing as Chinese, so the stance and the movements were slightly foreign. Even so, he was fairly certain he could grasp what this stance was used for. Though the footing could work to the degree of kicks, this was more then likely a stance designed for transference in punches. At least if you're going to bounce on your toes and keep both fists in position for defense and offense.

All the same, Satoshi wasn't here to analyze and break down an opponent. This was a spar. A light hearted lesson to be learned for both fighters in the way of a new challenger. Win or lose, a good martial artists will almost always learn something from sparring with a new opponent. Satoshi's stance was more dedicated to 'strength' then 'positioning' at any rate, so the Chinaman wouldn't bother with uprooting either foot, or sliding a leg into a forward motion. The jabbing fist coming in would be swept out of place with the palm of that extended left hand. Instinctively it would react to danger breaking the comfort zone. With the quick 'swatting motion' however, Sato would attempt to shoot his right fist from his hip into the gut of the cowboy. The punch itself wasn't all he could muster, but it was certainly no feint.

This tactic's success however pivoted on Clayton staying within striking proximity. Satoshi would have to take the proper measures to drive forward if his foe wasn't intent on directly engaging. For the time being, it seemed Sato was just far more content to feel out this mysterious cowboy then push forward.

Although one could imagine this was going to heat up rather quickly. A cowboy and a Chinaman getting into a fist fight and all... In fact from an outside perspective, this was problably rather exciting to see an East Vs West Grudge Match with clothing to fit the theme.

[That sucks. I just got over the flu... YOU HAVE TO CHANNEL YOUR CHI TO DESTROY THE SICKNESS. lol]

82LuvMonke

CaptainKabu Wrote:

His jab was deflected, sweep away from the man before him like one would brush the dust off a saloon floor. No matter, first strike were always meant to test the waters. His jab returned to his guard shortly after, and with a clockwise twist of his hips and a dip in his knees, the cowboy was able to the take the gut shot on the meaty muscles of his forearms instead of more delicate stomach. The blow would still strike true, sending a jolt of pain up the man's arm and birthing a new bruise upon it, but it wasn't enough to seriously inconvenience him at the moment.

"That's a mighty strong arm you have there, hit like a shot of whiskey. Allow you to give you a taste of my some of my stronger spirits."

The shift in positioning he just performed served a dual purpose, the second being to c**k his body like a loaded gun. That being done, it was time to fire off another shot. Shifting torso back the the way it had come, only with much more GUSTO, Clayton would deliver a fierce uppercut with his right hand was the pure and simply intent of slamming his fist through Satoshi's jaw.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

Satoshi

A firm connection. Blocked. All the same, The Asian had time to correct his posture to some degree. With back hunched still, a slightest crook in either knee, Satoshi would straighten his posture out slightly to follow Clayton's foot work. Even as appreciation was offered for the blow, it didn't seem that advancing out of confidence would prove to serve the Chinamen. Right as those dark bangs swayed during that step, it seemed the cowboy had shifted right into the comfort zone. If Satoshi struck like whiskey, this must have been everclear.

DACK!~

One could see the Chinamen's center of gravity falter momentarily within the upward jolt of perception being hurled. His head rolled back. Left foot would slip back, right leg crooking the knee so he might lower his center gravity straight down as appose to backwards. If nothing else this demonstrated that patented Iron Jaw. Clayton was no slouch though. Sato was going to feel that in the morning. Without giving his foe more then a foot of a space, and a moment of shaky pause; the Asian would be shifting that left leg forward into a quick forward step directly into Clayton's position. Left hand would be shot out and into a straight armed lunging punch. If Satoshi had his way he'd land that fist dead into the solar plexus of the cowboy with the intent to drive the punch through his target. However a fighters best wishes seldom float to the surface of a battle. Fights are wild and chaotic, and one can only choose their footing accordingly.

Whatever the outcome of the brash lunging strike, this was going to prove quite a grudge match of East meets West. In the most iconic and mildly racist imagery possible.

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CaptainKabu Wrote:

His uppercut stuck true, landing solidly against a jaw that was a quite a bit sturdier than most. It did not rock the Asian man off his feet or send him flailing for purchase, but then again no one had expected it to. The blow was simply the first sip from a larger canteen meant only to warm the blood and shock the senses with it's abrupt and powerful kick.

A goal it accomplished, as Satoshi's vision rolled skyward and he stepped back on unsteady feet. A momentary lapse to be sure, but one that Clayton was expecting. The fist that had struck the cowboy's first solid blow, his right, opened instead of retracting after contact and affixed itself to his opponent's face. Then he stepped forward with his right foot, as Satoshi was steeping forward with his left, and shoved. The two fighters would mirroring each other once more, seeming to more more like synchronized dancers than sparring partners. This placement would put Satoshi left foot between the feet of Clayton's now right-forward stance as well as changing further shortening the distance between them.

The gunslinger's attempt was simple enough, to further destabilized the kung-fu master's center of balance which at the most would send him tumbling to the ground and would at least sending him stumbling back a few steps as he made motions to retain his balance. As for the strike coming for his gut, he could do little to deter it. He was in a sense lunging towards the lunging strike, and although he could see it he couldn't avoid it and so was forced to weather it. Thankfully his shift in position had put his gut nearly parallel to the incoming attack, and the shortened distance between them would help to soften the blow, as it landed prematurely and off-center. He could still feel it even through, the sturdy wall of toughened abs and was forced to expel a great deal of air as his diaphragm was partially compressed. Yet he was not completely winded, just momentarily unable to follow through.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

With the mirrored shove in place to off balance any proper forward driving force, Satoshi would roll with the motion. Rather, the forward push of that short lunge initiated wasn't abandoned. Instead, when the blow caught sloppily, the Chinamen would merely shift in the direction suggested by his foe's motion. More directly, Sato would reverse the facing direction of his 'lunge stance' to form more into a Karate striking stance. Within doing so however that left arm would curl, and the elbow would rise into a sharp straight lift upper cut. With the Cowboy stepping in, Sato's goal was to catch him just beneath the chin when he turned his body to lock in the new footing.

Connection or not, and despite the wide opening in the back offered, the Martial artists as not aiming to halt his motion.

Even as that elbow reached the peak of it's arch and pointed to the sky, Sato would shift his stance once again. This time using a twist of his core, and shifting on his toes to deliver a fierce right hand punch toward the gut that was presumed to be exposed by the initiation into the combo. The stance would be altered back to face Clayton almost as quickly as it was brought away. If all came to fruition, Satoshi would be facing his foe again before the dust settled, left hand re-coiled to rest at his left armpit, elbow jutting behind his body, with his right fist outstretched into the gut shot.

This was assuming his back never got capitalized on, though by all means it would be wide open and very vulnerable for all of a few moments. Very realistically something any style of fighter could capitalize on one way or another.

86LuvMonke

((Sorry for the wait, I've been and still am studying for exams. Will post after my last test tomorrow ends, around this time.))

87CaptainKabu

[No worries.]

88LuvMonke

CaptainKabu Wrote:

There a common misconception about West and those that hail from them there parts. People often believe that unlike the smooth silky dancers and liquid martial artists of those of an Eastern persuasion, that the West has no grace and style. Cowboys are characterizes as bullheaded bruisers always charging in only to laid out on their a** by someone faster or stronger. Clayton was of a smarter breed, a kind of western who learned that sometimes you need to bend to survive the troubles that came your way.

He relied on such experience now as he pivoted on his forward right foot, sliding his left leg around to left in counterclockwise motion that spun his body (jaw included) out of the way of the incoming uppercut. Having previously grounded his right foot when he shoved, and having his forward momentum halted by the earlier gut shot he was able to reverse directions not quite easily, but with enough speed to save his chin from getting rattled about. It was as he completed this quarter turn, which left only his right side facing Satoshi at somewhere near the ballpark of 45 degrees from the horizontal, that his right arm finally returned to guard. He started retracted it after his shove but only now as the other man's uppercut displaced the air before his right cheek did it come back home.

He gave it a moment to learn the contemplate the error of leaving the homestead and chose to meet the next blow, a fierce right coming for his gut, with his left. Unlike Han, he didn't fire first but perhaps he fired best. With sharp clockwise twist of his torso, he struck out with his left hand aiming not for his opponent's head or gut but his arm. His left arm would come down from his guard heavy with menace, hammering into the incoming strike from above seeking not to slap the strike aside but to bring punishment down on wrist of an offender.

When the cops used such a move it would be classified as a disarm, yet his opponent held no weapon save for that which he was born with. This didn't deter the gunslinger from attempting such an unusual plan of attack, for as he saw it he was aiming to dismiss that arm from service.

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LuvMonke Wrote:

Weapon or not, a wrist shot can be a potent technique for disarming otherwise overwhelming force or blows thrown from strange angles. Even as the arm straightened to deliver a rock hard fist, the offending appendage would snap down into the trained and hardened bones of the Chinamen. A simple truth about combat is that it's not pretty in totality. However, grace and fluidity, the beauty of motion can be found in any form of martial art. Without the ability to adapt, transference is worthless. Without the ability to apply proper force and leverage, adaptation is almost worthless. From the boxers of the west to the monks of the east, there is beauty and grace to be found in all styles.

DACK!~

The sound would be rather tremendous if not from the sole effect of such hard surfaces colliding under extreme impact. Satoshi's blow would be deflected however. Where an aggressor might normally feel the force enough to release their finger strength and drop a weapon, a balled fist is almost no different. Fingers would uncurl, and the blow itself would be deflected then retracted upon the point of interference. The sharp pain in the wrist would be ignored for the time being. Be it adrenaline or the sheer normalcy of training the bones for such tremendous meetings of force one could only guess. Regardless, Satoshi would attempt to spring forward off his back leg. The aim was to restart the driving assault forward, but to the degree of lifting his left leg's knee up into his foe's body.

From Kung Fu, to Karate, to a lunging Muay Thai-esque style knee.

Satoshi seemed to have no lack of Martial inspiration to implement into his own hybrid style. Whatever the outcome of this exchange, he was certainly going to be offering respect to the cowboy when all was said and done. By now, he had several reminders to do so in the form of a sore jaw, and what felt like a bruised bone in his wrist. The list of notes for respect would only grow as this bout went on. All of which would become lessons learned when the martial artist had a chance to replay the entirety of the fight in his mind's eye at his leisure.

90LuvMonke

CaptainKabu Wrote:

Clayton liked to think of himself of being graceful, of even having style but these eastern guys took that to another level. They almost seemed to swim, switching fluidly from stroke to stroke or strike to strike as the case maybe. To the cowboy, a fighting was more like being a firefight on a triple shift, moving from fire to fire trying to put out each one as it came and possibly do some good at the same time.

His opponent shifted seamlessly from failed punch into a leg strike, rising his left knee sharply into the air. Like a soldier suddenly being faced with a primed grenade, Clayton threw himself upon it shielding his body with his rib cage as it were a sturdy metal helm. However his bones were not made of steel, so the blow would still strike him hard but by coming down to meet it, he robbed the strike of most of it's power. A Muay Thai style kick strove to utilize the hard striking edge of a knee to pierce soft bellies, but he forced the attack to land before it was ready and off target. Instead of bone meeting soft flesh, he threw his sturdy ribs down upon his opponent's upper knee, catching a bit of the knee joint but neither enough nor in the right place to wind him.

Instead his ribs would creak, bending under the force delivered causing his to grunt as he wrapped his left around the leg so that it couldn't retract. Then he push forward off both legs, thrusting his head into his opponent's gut as he threw the pair earthward with himself on top. This whole time he kept his head down, his shoulders hunched and his right arm in a tight guard.

((I see what you're doing there sir! Showing off your sprite work in every post to make me look bad. I won't stand for such arrogance! ))

91CaptainKabu

LuvMonke Wrote:

Without the ability to reach the proper lift and lock position required to ram the striking surface home, Satoshi had no option but to attempt the follow up stomp that would have been his initial response. However, it seemed Clayton was five steps ahead of his course of action and already in process of toppling Satoshi. The only saving grace with having a knee caught, was that there was a bit more option for control from the braced leg used to spring. Perhaps not enough to cause anything tremendous, but it was better then toppling backwards without the option of bracing the fall with the upper shoulders. Even as the two fell down to the dirt floor of the Arena [or whatever it is], Satoshi would be angling his free right leg crooked at the knee flat down on the ground beside him.

Either arm would splay open and flex at the full wing span of his stretch offered. In doing so his shoulders would be angled to hit first to brunt most of the falling force and displace the kinetic energy along those broad strong arms. This would save the martial artist from the usual world shaking jolt that gave the foe an opportunity to scramble for positioning within those first few moments of settling. With counter measures to falling put into place, as well as a leg flattened for leverage, the Chinamen wouldn't give the cowboy a moment to capitalize on the fact he would land on top. With a heavy shove from the planted right elbow and leg; Satoshi would aim to roll hard off his own left. The main goal here was to force the foe to take the bottom position if he didn't opt to release entirely.

[Blast. I'm been discovered and exposed. I think honestly I just like how clean Satoshi's sprite came out... then again pallet swaps tend to be pretty easy. so I guess that'll happen.]

92LuvMonke

CaptainKabu Wrote:

The take down worked fairly well as both men ended up on the floor, Satoshi laid out on his back with Clayton half-draped over the left side of his midsection. Immediately the gunslinger found himself in an uncomfortable position.

His left hand lay between Satoshi's no man's land, as he'd removed it from behind the martial artist's left leg once they'd past the tipping point. It had seemed like a good idea since it wouldn't have otherwise been trapped beneath opponent's body and not much use to him. Now he was having second thought, seeing as he'd never been nor had any intention going anywhere near Breakback Mountain. The rest of his body was in relatively safe territory, his right hand lay next to his head which still rested above Satoshi's diaphram and his legs rested on solid ground, for the most part.

He was just about to move himself to safer ground when, his opponent decided it was time to roll around on the ground like rutting hogs. Clayton would have no part in this, and he rose quickly put a stop to it. Using the tripod of his knees, which were splayed out to the side of their little tussle, and his left arm planted in that oh so awkward position, he moved his torso far enough into the air to inhibit any further centrifugal motion from his opponent.

Then in one smooth motion he whipped his stylist and icon hat off his head and threw it full into Satoshi's face using his free right hand. The distance was short and his aim was true, having performed such a maneuver countless times, usually in more playful times than these. His intent was simply enough, he aimed to blind the other man briefly with a stiff bit of treated fur before treating him to stiff bit of fist. What the strike lacked in power, it delivered in surprise and positioning as you can't really take a blow really well if you can't see exactly where it's coming from.

93CaptainKabu

LuvMonke Wrote:

One might have thought this tactic a bit low down. However, the creativity involved couldn't be lost entirely. Within the quick roll offered Satoshi was pretty much throwing away the ability of sight until the motion halted. When it did though, he found his world darkened. With the hat tossed, even if it just connected with his field of view for a moment; that was all that was needed for the Cowboy's follow up.

WHAM

[Dotch'a love those batman sound effects?]

Just as quickly as the Chinamen had come to a halt, he'd get strewn out over the arena floor basically out like a light.

KO!~

Within a few moments Satoshi would stir, and pick himself up off the ground. Despite that the fact wouldn't change that he was definitely and undisputed out for a good second or two. Even with a bruised and swelling cheek the martial artists would just heave himself into a sitting position and rub at his face.

"That's a mean straight you got there partner..."

94Unknown

Practice makes perfect. Practice useless things enough, like tossing your hat over a fence post from 10 feet away, and you can do them perfectly when it counts. The hat first blotted out the martial artist's sight and then his consciousness, leaving the cowboy with a few moments to do as he pleased.

Most in such a position would try their damnest to land some sort of crippling or maiming blow. However Clayton was too much of gentleman, to resort to such matters while engaged in a friendly fight. He was here for pure entertainment and the improvement of his skill, and no lives hanged in the balance.

So when Satoshi opened his eyes once more, he'd be greated not with blinding pain or heaven forbid the pearly gates, but a grinning smile. Clayton stooped above him, his hat returned it's rightful place upon his brow, extending a helping hand.

CaptainKabu Wrote:

"That's a mean straight you got there partner..."

95CaptainKabu

LuvMonke Wrote:

"Why thank you. You hit pretty well for Chinaman."

((I used to use sound effects but I had problems designing my own. I could never get my words to mimic the sounds properly and to me the Batman effects always sounded too whacky.

How much would a Clayton sprite cost me?))

[That was one of the best verbal back and fourths ever.

And Probably not much. I'm doing holiday discounts for all of December. The eyeball will take you to mah store.]