All Dee vs Mountain [Page 3]

"It sounds like it might be getting started without us."

"Then I guess we should be joining them." The orange and black fox ears sprouting from Madison's head pricked up, her eyes flashed as the aura her teammate had activated hit her. "So it has," In a quick but fluid motion, the fox girl sat up and stepped down from her hammock, taking the hand offered by her opponent. Unlike the fellow in front of her, Madison had opted for a bit of the pirate garb. Her legs were covered in form fitting black pleather material, half covered by knee high boots and a loose hanging belt. The off-white top was ruffled with slightly puffy sleeves, but was short in the torso, showing a small bit of midriff whenever she moved. The dark blue braid of hair that usually lay across her left shoulder was covered ever so slightly by a cliched red bandana.

"So then,are you one of mine?"

It did not even occur to Madison that her opponents may be coming into this match so blind, but with such a last minute tournament starting up, it made sense.

"I could be," she replied with a sly wink as she took her hand back from his armored one. "Sadly, not this time though."

Before the words had finished leaving her mouth, Madison's right leg shot up. Her foot poised to connect with his armored midsection. If it hit, her leg would straighten out forcefully shoving him back towards the stairs.

[Nodness 1]

Loppa's smile grew wider as da otha 'umie sheathed himself in armor. He wondered if it was powered by Chaos Magickz, or perhaps it was some machination from this land's Fire Stunties. As Loppa's maw opened, a dribble of blue spittle fell from the corner of his lips and touched the ground. Loppa had fought 'umies in armor half a thousand times before. There was a reason why they did - because ultimately they were still 'umies at their core. Weak, soft, tasty. Puny. Nothin' at all like a Black Orc. Loppa barely gave da new minted 'ard 'umie a second longer than he felt was appropriate. Just as his prey had squared off with a bat in response to Loppa's BIG STIKK, the terribly huge Orc did two things. He willed the bat to begin to grow an additional foot in length, and turn the majority of that newly minted length into a sharpened billhook, pointed back towards Loppa so as not to interfere with his first blow. Meanwhile he spread his stance apart, creating a more formal position from which he ought to have swung a bat. Loppa led with his right foot, twisting it in place on the deck. The teeth of his shoes whittled away splinters and long curled slivers as his swung his left leg back, his strength forced the twisting cleat to bite into the playing field.

"Mine'z bigga."

If da 'umie was smart, he should have known what was about to befall him. All of the stored up anger that Loppa had been expressing on the deck finally burst forth to the surface as he willed his tremendous body into action. The deck shattered around his feet from the strain of Loppa's take off. The Greenskin hopped forward, springing several feet off the ground but not too far forward so that he would not overshoot his attack. Loppa had wanted to give himself some momentum, mostly downward momentum, not turn his initial strike into a tackle or a sweep. He didn't need the bat to bloody a 'umie like that. As he hit the apex and began to come down, Loppa's anaconda sized arms swung da BIG STIKK, not horizontally as might have been expected, but vertically. Da BIG STIKK had been given a target by Loppa, as he swung downwards with enough force that an unprotected, and unarmored 'umies skeleton would have gladly leaped free from the skin of its owner so as to avoid the impending pulverization of so many bones. The intended contact point between the two was about halfway down the length of da BIG STIKK, and halfway between da 'umies left collarbone. This would have been a crippling blow almost assuredly, but that was why Loppa had demanded his opponent get tuffa in the first place. The Black Orc expected the armor to absorb the blow without fail, and if it didn't then he might have ta help da 'umie find out who sold him such poorly constructed wares.

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Psychofish Wrote:

Dumble Dee Wrote:

> She walked towards the stairs, listening as her foe groaned about fruits. > > > > You alright down there?

"Peachy!"

The reply that Madison received from the bottom of the stairs was accompanied by the triumphant return of HoH's beloved main character: the hardtack crate! Springing into action as only a box of suave style like itself could, spry and deadly like a panther. A wooden panther. From the expression on its grains, it was easy to tell that it was getting serious now and ready to rumble. That's why it was using its secret technique...

'It's up to you, partner!' shouted the crate's warrior soul as it proudly took a blow from the baton / smashed into Madison / crashed into the wall ineffectively (choose 1 or more, or write in other ____).

'You won't be forgotten, aibou!'

And then, something that clearly no one who read the previous part of this post would have seen foreshadowed at all and a complete surprise to the readers, the young man from Mountain came charging up the stairs right behind that box. I know, completely unexpected! He was aiming for the moment that Madison was distracted by the hardtack crate, whether by guarding it or evading it, and he aimed to charge right through her with a shoulder tackle as he came up the stairs -- his forearms were in front of his face to protect against kicks or smacks with the baton until he got close, but once he was within a foot and a half of her he would try to duck low and wrap his arms around her midsection so that he could lift her off the ground right as he hit her. If she were standing in front of the stairs going up the both of them would go charging out onto the mid deck; if she weren't then she would quickly find her back slammed up against a wooden support.

show spoilerhide spoilerSpirit Energy: 50%

Bonded: Soul of the Wolf

Aspected: Unaspected

Passive Abilities: Hunter's Sense (wolf, minor), Overwhelm (wolf, major)

Active Abilities: Devour (wolf, minor)

show spoilerhide spoilerDevour stomach contents:

• Hardtack

• Barrel of pickled fish

• Coil of rope

• 2 cannonballs

• Pirate cutlass

[ Teamwork 2 ]

Now, Loppa had been patient enough to let him get all gussied up for the occasion, and had a good ol' chat to boot, but Rayner had been expecting him to be hopping to go soon as he took his fighting post. Instead, Jolly Green here was giving him one more little surprise even as he squared off into the big baseball stance it would have taken a soul utterly bereft of appreciation for such... frankly, slightly terrifying humor.

Oh, joy, his magic stick knows tricks.

His blood boiled, adrenaline starting up, a drop of fear in the excitement coursed through him, focus sharpening, hairs on end- either he'd missed his televised bouts of suicidal stupidity quite a bit after all, or Rox was becoming infectious as well as viral. His grin split into a little laugh, something under his breath inside the helmet, just loud enough to hear, if anyone nearby, and likely big and green, had good ears and wasn't too riled up for what came in about a second, while Rayner kept his eyes peeled for that shift in the shoulders, lest he blow it early and eat the butt of that thing.

"Sa-wing, battah battah batt-"

Not Jak Okay Wrote:

> "Mine'z bigga."

Then the orc went up- and the stick went up. And that was notaswinghe’deverseenAthan-

No time to think, Rayner leaned forward bracing his shoulders, head down, and his leg pushed off as all the jets across his back and legs fired off at once, boards crackling and splitting at the sudden burst of force, slinging his armored body up and forward like a bolt- straight into the oncoming Loppa. He’d he’d expected a different swing and had a different plan for the board all but ready to split further in his armored hands, but too late- he’d brace the broken end in front of him, like a shoddy spear, jamming a jagged and splintered end up at the underside of his upper arm or armpit as the swing came down. He’d been hoping to collide with the big lug’s body and avoid the blow, but a head start and close space didn’t afford much for it when the swing wasn’t precisely the one he’d been planning for. The board met flesh, and almost immediately two fists around a big club came right down atop his shoulders and upper back- better than eating the midsection of the thing, definitely-

But he hadn’t been expecting Loppa to be quite such a walking disaster that eating the spike would be accompanied by a burst of spots across his vision and a crackling explosion of the deck splitting under the four-hundred pound projectile slammed into it, rockets flicking off as he bowled a**-over-head into a set of barrels, catching his fall in a sudden pile of boards, rope and… something very fowl that should never have been pickled.

Rayner shook his head, rolling onto his side and scrambling to get on all fours and look up- he wasn’t wasting a second more than absolutely necessary, lest that thing try to goomba stomp him this time. Good news, the armor’s plating and absorption had held up beautifully, body aching from the shock but still fully in commission. Bad news- the s**t they let into this tournament was getting bigger and scarier. He took one look at the splintered boards, figuring out the ends, took a guess at where Loppa was- if he wasn’t peaking over the edge already and giving Rayner some help- and thrust himself upward, fists out ahead as this time every rocket spread across his body gave a sharp roar, looking to split another hole in the deck and launch himself back up top. He wasn’t sure what else he’d find going on up there in a moment, but he was thinking about his veggie-friend, and hoping to come out on the opposite side of him from the first little pocket he’d left- leaving Loppa suddenly standing mostly on boards broken off at each end. With a hop like that, it wouldn’t mire him below decks long, but Rayner was betting he didn’t have jets on him at least.

**[2/20]

[Engaging: Loppa]**

0.0! *The sudden appearance of the crate gave the kitsune only a brief moment to respond. Her instinctive reaction was to flip the baton, so the longer section rested against her forearm, as her arms rose up in front of her ducking head. The baton'd forearm taking the majority of the blow as her legs bent ever so slightly to push her weight forward and down. Not knowing the crate was empty, she had expected to be pushed back by the weight of it.

As the wood broke on and around her, there was a bit of a relief, realizing it hadn't been too pai-*

Unf. The short man had run straight into her stomache, knocking the wind right out of her and sending the two back into one of the support beams. Her back connected, sending pain right through her spine. A painful sigh escaped her as she moved to slam her arms down onto her opponents head/back.

Around about this time the ceiling above where she had just been standing gave way. The rolly-polly form of a metal man crashing into the lower deck's floor. He seemed to disappear back above ground as quickly as he had appeared. Seemed things were kicking off in a big way on the top deck.

themightyjello Wrote:

[Nodness 3]

arrow Kids & Co

"Go Mama!"

"Mama's not fighting yet!!" The blond boy turned his head to stare at his sister and was firm in his declaration. He knew what what was what...well, except the ball in his hands still covering his hands and unsure what to do with it.

"Sure she is, Bidness is bidness," The explorative girl twin announced, but already Loppa was on the move towards Rayner, which made a much easier target to cheer for. "Go Papa! Go Mister Anson! Go Miss Ryke!! Go Loppa!"

"Miss Ryke is fighting Battle Pixie Rox!" Serafina proclaimed, her loyalties a little torn. She wanted to cheer the redhead on since she was on 'their' team, but it was also Battle Pixie Rox. Serafina and her dragon edged the dock, ever closer and closer whenever she caught Valerie watching the fight more than them but no closer than the mother had allowed the dragon. Luckily, a forgiveable sin in the Veli household

"GO BATTLE PIXIE ROX!!!"

arrow The 'thicc' of it all?

Celeste had moved out of Loppa and Rayner's way and was confused the start of the whole thing. Normally there was some kind of 'starter' but then again, if her teammates and opponents so desired, that was fine. She'd keep a look out for any opportunities to hel--

As she heard the eloquent voice of the elf, she turned her attention towards it, "I'd almost think a dance was indeed what you had in mind were you not bundled in such a beautiful shell," She teased the elf lightly as her right hand dropped, unclipping the whip and with a fluid and almost delicate seamless motion, flicked the the whip to life, wrapping around his legs, forcing them together and hopefully the elf off balance and down to his delicate posterier as she dragged him closer, her own thighs and arms getting a work out. Luckily, they weren't just thicc but strong too.

"Come a little closer."And away from the mess of a fight, she needed a little room to work.

[1]

Loppa hovered near the edge of the hole where da metal 'umie had disappeared below deck from his first blow. The newly exposed interior of the ship had shed light (and smells) on two pests that seemed to be waging their own war without having invited anyone. How ********' rude was that? It was odd though. Loppa seemed to know that they had been down there all along somehow. Even odder, he seemed to know that his opponent was down there as well and pretty much exactly what he doing. Which was, at this moment, trying to stand back up on his two feet while seemingly trying to reconcile just how a magical baseball bat swung by an Orc had managed to get the better of him like that. And although from Loppa's perspective, he had pretty much all but failed to notice the rather large splinters sticking out from under his right arm, the burst of noise and heat that had come just before and during the pairs initial collision had not gone unnoticed. The Black Orc had no ability to reckon even the slightest concept of just what that had been, so he tabled the problem for later. Right about then his tattered green ears pricked and swiveled about at the sound of someone calling out his name, Go Loppa! One of the kids that were of da puny 'umie woman's brood had shouted out encouragement to him from their place in the "stands". He smiled and waved back at them rather than jump down into the hole in order to begin smashing dat steel boy some more wit 'iz BIG STIKK. Momentum was important. Bashin' was important. But contracts were also important.

Then... movement. The sensation was odd to Loppa. The Black Orc was a beast already gifted with preternaturally hearing and smell, to the extent that he could still fight in the dark and know exactly what was happening around him, but this was something else. It was genuine sight, no, it was knowledge, as if some mad Shaman had conjured up a message specifically for him and dumped all of its contents into the thimble that passed for the Greenskin's cranium. Loppa focused on the noise and smells below and pulled this outside information together with his own senses to form a map. The foreignness of what made da 'umie's armor tic bothered Loppa. If it had been forged by sum uh dem mad stunty boiz out in da wastes, then there was no telling what it could or couldn't do. He would need to be careful, but there was fat chance of that happening if things got really heated. You didn't get to be a pro by being careful. You got there by smashing gits 'n doin' stuff that no one woulda ever done outside of their dreams. And that was Loppa, he was a ********' dreamer, which would explain why he knew where everyone was! Gork 'n Mork foresaw he'd be fightin' something made by the most batty of dawi and felt that it was only fair he be given a boon in equal measure! If Gork 'n Mork were 'elpin Loppa out then that meant this battle demanded he do his God's favor by showing everyone in these foreign lands just what one of their adherents could do. And who betta than a Black Orc?

Loppa's guts churned as a boule shunted up his throat, and he turned to swing DA BIG STIKK once more. His muscles bulged as Loppa put his back into it, causing the splinters under his bicep to fly out of his flesh powered by overpressured, green blood. Loppa's eyes narrowed, he could see da 'umie stand up. He heard a whine, and a series of crackling booms as he began to rise from the floor of the deck below. Loppa's mouth opened, unraveling a forarm sized tongue, and in it the metal boule. The projectile flew forth from his maw as he spat it out, a number of tiny labcoat wearing Loppa's inside of his head did calculations, nodding to one another and coming to a quorum. His arms and back swung with a terrible power, in a practiced motion his hips dipped and twisted. Da 'umie started to reappear through the floor, the wood deckboards splintering around him as he reemerged topside. His eyes never wavered from his target: the boule. BIG STIKK's sweet spot rang out with a booming CLACK! of mystical wood turned sporting equipment against the heavy, metal projectile. The boule turned into a blur for a pico second and then was simply untraceable to Loppa's eyes as it gained speed. He didn't need to be able to watch it though, the Black Orc knew where and what he had aimed for: dat git's head. The little 'umie's husband woulda or shoulda been all the way through the deck by that point, and the boule was going to greet him for his trouble.

"Fee'z-Fi'z-Foe'z-Mukk-U'ze!"

Loppa sang his retort to his opponent in his sing song voice after he finished following through with the swing and began reversing the momentum back to a ready position in order to choose his next action which was probably- Ah, Gits. The thin wedge of decking that Loppa had found himself on in between the initial gaping hole, and da 'umies returning one on either side of him found the denser than stone Greenskin prove too great a strain for the deck to handle. The Swiss cheese'd top deck gave way, and Loppa fell through almost cartoonishly as he practically hovered in the air for half a heartbeat before gravity remembered to do its job to the mid-deck. The pair below having been forgotten for a moment, Loppa's arrival may have actually ended with with the three hundred and sixty pound Orc landing on both of them a** first.

[2/20]

show spoilerhide spoiler"Gork 'n Morks Favor" aka Adrinai's Coordination Aura.

3/4 Metal Boules left.

9/12 Baseballs left.

Psychofish Wrote:

Tei Kae Wrote:

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Dumble Dee Wrote: