All Dee vs Silver Dragons [Page 1]

A familiar voice called out from the shadows.

**"USAGI? OUTDATED!

SAKURA? OVERRATED!

IT'S TIME FOR WHAT YOU'VE ALL WAITED!

BATTLE-PIXIE MODE-"**

She paused just long enough for her stream to go absolutely HAM on the emotes.

The Rox Box Wrote:

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"ACTIVATED!"

What followed was a torrent of obnoxious colors, bright flashes, and questionable fashion choices. In seconds, Renae Roxanna Rey shed her street clothes, replacing them with her Battle-Pixie attire. It was nothing too over the top, a black bodysuit trimmed in neon pink. To be honest, she looked more like someone had thrown a vest and skirt over the top of a MOCAP suit.

Other than the 8” Chef's knife in her right hand, and the 12” diameter cast-iron skillet in her left, she carried no visible weaponry.

Battle-Pixie Rox was in the kitchen, but the only thing she'd be serving up was an a**-whooping.

show spoilerhide spoilerBATTLE-PIXIE MODE ACTIVE!**Strength x 2 (Base: 5'2", 123lb athletic woman).

Reaction time x 3/4**

Akako couldn't help but wonder if the individuals that put together the HoH Tournament had considered food regulations and ordinances that were in place. Surely there would be an issue allowing an animal into a kitchen. So far, no one had said a word and the vixen simply minded her own business as she wandered the premises in a lackadaisical manner. Perhaps this face-off would be more... compelling than the last. At the very least, the venue was much better. Flashing lights and bright colors were an annoyance, here, where iron chefs would battle to create the best dish, there would be scents that would be pleasing to the demoness. It was why she decided to show up at all.

Much like the Vice Captain, Akako stepped out of the entrance with no fanfare. She dressed the same as she had the previous match, black leather corset armor that left her midriff bare, low riding white skinny jeans, black boots, and leather vambraces. Her long white hair was left loose and swayed as she moved across the stage. The two triangles atop her head faced forward as the tips of her tails twitched with mild irritation as she trailed to where Omi was. So far, the place was a ghost town. Akako hadn't the faintest idea on where the Captain or Bob could be. Nor did she care.

Leaning her hip against the counter nearest Omi, Akako glanced at one of the members from the opposing team before averting her golden gaze to Omi. The daiyokai hadn't been instructed to do anything and so she waited, silently. If she wasn't needed, she'd find a place in the stands to watch or perhaps to take a nap. Who knew... All that she knew that moment was she was bored and annoyed.

Omi Barsait squinted his eyes. What the [********] was this?

Sure, rooftop vampires were common amongst the Gaian lands. You had to scout the rafters of virtually every building you entered of any "ninjas," vampires, or wayward magicians in fear they might descend upon you like locusts. That was a given. However, murdering a mild mannered camera crew in the noble task of vamp cleansing was unacceptable. Even if he was the enemy team's slave orc, there were limitations.

snap

Timeless.

Prior to the green creature's mowing through cheap kitchen houseware, all time had stilled. It was unknown if this was truly some form of time magic, or if it was just some unnatural ability to perceive a moment stretched into infinity; all that mattered was motionless save for his eyes, the one called Omi could enter this state and ponder circumstances consequence free for as long as he desired.

"Alright. Let's get our ducks in a row. Yancy the serial killer druggy escaped after being mentally broken during the events of the second round. In the third round, my opponents suffered mental collapse and played in the children's toy zone. I recruited a fox woman on Moonblade's dime, with potential to become my concubine. Things were looking up. Then I heard Adrinai the 'eadchoppa was also some kind of big breasted fox woman, so I had high hopes if I prepared a dish, I could win another round while taking all of the women present. Maybe even that strange dancing prostitute over there, Rockso or whatever if the title card read right. It was truly a perfect plan."

"However.. however.. it would appear they knew my power was too grand. So they sent some kind of mentally retarded orc assassin. Not bound by the rulebook of the nonlethal competition, he could remove me, and the staff's hands would be bound. Almost clever, All Bee, but you picked the wrong target. I think I've heard of this one.. yes, the orc known as Madison. I've killed things five times this trash's size. I'll rip him shred from still pulsing organ shred, and then have like, a fourway with all the women I bet'll be here. Genius, Omi. Heh! This really is too easy!"

There was no need to wait on Captain Moonblade. By the time he showed up, the assassin would be dealt with and cooking in a pot.

Timeless End.

And in an instant, Omi too had a stick forming within his hands. A big stick. Red. Thick. It was amorphous and hard to get the feel for as his palms grasped its shaft, but one could swear the "tip" of this sword had a mouth.

Big orc. Probably a meta "human" with some kind of strength enhancement power, probably could breath fireballs. Probably had some kind of cybernetic third arm that could fling out seven feet, as the orc passed through the kitchen table's useless resistance. Probably... probably could harden his flesh into rock. Yeah. Yeah that'd be unfortunate.

And useless.

However, it was also possibly the slave orc could be reasoned with. It wasn't too late to commit suicide to redeem himself for killing those college students, and Omi wasn't going to deny him that opportunity.

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It certainly wasn't wrong to call Omi's arsenal something akin to "chaos magic." By accident or happenstance, that was the closest call the entire tournament roster had made thus far, although on its own a useless realization. But then, it was time for minor exposition.

None of Omi's snakes were "real," in the sense that they were some kind of summons he was calling forth of a zoo exhibit. It was better to describe them all as unnatural flesh strewn from his body which took on different aspects of various Serpentes, both of the mundane and fantastical varieties. Call it a massive quirk, but the red artist could only process all of these deadly abominations by envisioning them as different sizes shapes and colors of cobra, or perhaps an adder, a viper, a fantasy wyvern; yet for all the processes they mimicked, they were no different than limbs or biological weapons.

And lord did they smell. Not like your average keeper's pet, but like flesh freshly sizzling with a hint of sulphur. Nobody called him subtle.

For all of his flamboyant behavior, the snake manipulator wasn't the type to rely on just subterfuge. So this orc was large; more weight, more muscle, more reach, likely better short sprint. That was nothing new for the Silver Dragons Vice-Captain. It was a weird freakshow of fate that the past several rounds had him squaring off against manlets; typically his opponents were, best case scenario, a good foot on him and worst...

Well, let's just say some regulated fighting sports were badly conducted and fighting a four ton robot with 14' reach arms was a highlight of his he'd rather forget.

So he, Maddison Adrinai 'eadchoppa or whatever, was big.

Cheh! Just meant more Omi'd get to dismantle. He didn't care if that lumbering thing was made of stone or steel, somewhere underneath was blood and it was going to get emptied.

He didn't so much as make a motion following his aptly dubbed summoning of a bouquet of snakes, allowing the orc to get his telegraphed swing of the plant based weapon on roaring. Make no mistake, were that to hit dead on, there wasn't much hope for the wry man's exposed neck. But his motionless posture in face of the table rending behemoth was just the calm before the storm of course, the stillness before the snake bit.

First! Snakespeed Dash, 5ft variant!

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Countless smaller serpents burst from Omi’s legs and sink into his flesh and muscles as to reinforce them, whilst numerous more crop up behind his back. These all burst with an explosive force aimed behind him, propelling him forward on what can only be described as Snake Skis.

For every token spent, Omi goes an additional 5 feet at an absurd speed of 80 MPH. He can “aim” this in any direction, even skyhigh - though of course, he would plummet afterwards. This cannot be split up, it is one use, one direction, one cooldown.

SPECIAL INTERACTION A - In every sense of the word. Were an opponent directly behind Omi, at a distance of two feet or closer, they would likely get floored by the aforementioned force unless well grounded or significantly weighted. This in itself is not dangerous, they would just look very stupid.

SPECIAL INTERACTION B - Omi cannot activate Serpentine Fire on this.

His body would lurch backwards at an absurd rate, abusing the ergonomic and open layout of this hipster kitchen to great effect as he, without so much bending his knees a centimeter, "flew" backwards five feet. Compounding how silly this movement methodology was would be that typically a trained fighter or even just a well bred hunter felt out the tiny mechanisms of bodily movement-- the red statue that was Omi suddenly blowing out snakes from his legs and floating along would make it much harder to quickly catch notice of, giving him the window needed to escape the initial swing of that club.

But second! Metallica! Wow there's a lot of text in this post!

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A green serpent will spew through the Snakeblade with green shimmering light a second before firing in a straight line from its tip at 50 MPH. This green variant snake is much akin to a bowling ball, crashing into the opponent with bludgeoning force. If lit ablaze with Serpentine Fire, it will in fact have green flames. It has a 30’ max reach from the weapon’s tip.

Should Snake, Get Longer pay dividends, this will artificially expand this ability’s max range since the “tip” is getting farther and farther along.

Yeah, fast runner and fast swinger or not, Maddy the Orc had nothing on this.

Combining Omi's unexpected backwards momentum with spewing a sudden impromptu green bowling ball of around 16 lbs of weight from his "sword," it'd likely go flying forward at 50 MPH underneath the orc's deadly dandelion swing, given their height disparity.

Sure, going backwards very, very fast - then firing a flesh scalding magic missile from an over designed magic snake wand at speeds that would break weaker foes wasn't a very fancy opening attack and probably required a fraction of this description. But you always had to give the opening gambit some flare, right?! Probably!

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Not Jak Okay Wrote:

> Thusly, therefore, hereafter, etc. when the green snake, ball, thing smashed into his STIKK, it'd deflect and go zooming up into the rafters, but not without consequence. Loppa's grip on the hilt would slip and he'd go spinning around on one foot. He made a lovely pirouette before spinning back into his original positioning and looking smug.

Haelikor Wrote:

It was around this time that a crescent sheet-like swathe of brilliant emerald flames phased straight through the arena wall at 65 miles per hour-- not directly from the entrance, but offset slightly to Omi's left side. The bolt would tear across the kitchen, harmlessly passing through any kitchen appliances and ruining any organic food item it crashed into as the projectile expanded to nearly 8 feet in width.

Aimed at around 4 and a half feet off the ground, Loppa would be hard pressed to step out of the massive wave of unnatural 'flames'. Omi wasn't entirely safe either; he would have to be careful that the edge of the ludicrously sized bolt didn't clip his arm or something. Moonblade had the vantage of a viewer-friendly stadium and televised match, but he was still attempting to blind fire a projectile through a wall.

Golly Gee! Maybe someone should have been more careful about splattering excrement towards their captain's cloak and calling their daughter a whore!

The flames themselves would likely cause at least second degree burns on the surface area of either combatant on contact, the acidic metamagic eating away at their exposed flesh. Mercifully, the bolt itself would defy logic and cause no internal damage, nor would it cause anything struck to burst into flames.

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Lunatic Spellflair Wrote:

> Lunatic Spellflair > > Base Cost: 30 mana for the bolt, 20 mana for Mana Drain, 20 mana for Spell Breaker. > > Fantasia Cost: One is automatically applied for the base cost of the spell. > > Somatic Component: Sword swing to launch the projectile. > > > > With a swing of his sword, Ammiel launches a massive crescent-shaped silver bolt of energy at the opponent with width equal to the current length of the Silver Moonblade. As the bolt travels out, it rapidly expands until it is twice the length of the Silver Moonblade, which occurs at about ten feet of travel distance. Unlike Silver Eclipse, this spell doesn't actually cut through the opponent; the energy passes through any material it comes into contact with. After reaching a maximum range of fifty feet, the Lunatic Spellflair crumbles apart, releasing all of its energy harmlessly into the air. > > > > ☀Emerald Fire: Lunatic Spellflair deals damage as per Emerald Fire to the surface of objects as it enters and leaves them, but does not cause any internal damage.

Emerald Fire Wrote:

> Emerald Fire > > Ally Enhancement Cost:10 mana per spell or ability. > > Moonblade's speciality and the most readily recognizable use of Emerald Fantasia. While the enhanced spells take the form of emerald green fire, they function very differently from mundane flames. The burning sensation and wounds inflicted by Emerald Fire are caused by the corrosive energy eating away at the target's organic matter, leaving behind burns and charred/destroyed flesh. While this creates significant heat to the affected areas, Emerald Fire is partially an acid-based effect. Emerald Fire does not normally effect inorganic materials like metal or stone and, unlike regular flames, will not spread over flammable surfaces. Emerald Fire will never ignite the target even if it overcomes the heat threshold to do so. > > > > Emerald Fire normally inflicts burns to the target as though it were an 800ºF flame, though it can be empowered further. For every 5 additional mana Moonblade spends on this ability, the effective temperature of the attack goes up 80ºF. This amplified effect lasts for a single spell or one post, whichever comes first. > > > > Note: Moonblade can do impossible things like burn a segment of oil away without lighting the entire area on fire. The author acknowledges that this has hilarious implications. > > Note 2: Emerald Fire will affect most polymers, including plastics and rubbers, as they contain organic compounds. > > Note 3: No matter how hot Emerald Fire gets, it cannot possibly affect anything that is inorganic in nature even if the surrounding area would otherwise be hot enough to do so. > > Note 4: Fire and Acid Resistance apply to only half of the effective damage each. Having immunity to both acid and fire renders the target immune to Emerald Fire.

Around 10 seconds later, clearly out of the combat area and ergo out of the fight, Ammiel Moonblade would enter the arena through the Ryugin Kitchen proper, pushing a large metal cart clearly meant for catering food. Instead of multiple dish toppers, this cart had a single, massive lid covering the entire surface.

"Oh. Uh... Striker Assist!"

Supreme Jerk Commander Wrote:

> This would be longer and more involved, but I at least wanted to post something before I passed out like I promised. If anything is unclear, you guys know how to reach me and I'll clarify things. Sorry about the massive delay.

Not Jak Okay Wrote:

> The Black Orc did something that Omi probably hadn't seen someone his size do before: apply intelligence in an unintelligent manner.

Unfortunately, that was... literally all Omi was exposed to in his time around this shenanigan ridden tournament.

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However, as Omi's boots slid across strewn cords to blenders and cream mixers galore for the increasingly annihilated kitchen room, his expression did seem different than before in response to the parasole riposte of the orc's.

As his wry frame lurched into stability amidst the non-flames--- acid? Will we agree it's essentially acid? The acid that his teammate's striker assist deployed for reasons unknown, the man in red made no attempt to even avoid the friendly "fire" and there's the word again, only the slightest recognition of pain twisting into his uncannily fixated features with unblinking eyelids and a now scalded underarm. Still he held what amounted to being a club of serpents within his hands ahead of him, yet the reality of holding it was lost to him.

Loppa as the orc's true name was revealed, did his little spin with a smug expression. And that was met... with some unusually quiet words of the previously booming, pompous vice-captain even as his flesh visibly sizzled beneath the metal wiring of his own limb.

"You're going to die."

Muted, blunt.. but strangely without malice. Was the man so taken aback that his first attack had failed? Or was there some more sinister meaning to his reaction? Probably, it was Gaia.

Not Jak Okay Wrote:

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Fortunately, Omi hadn't factored in Moonblade's irrelevant "assistance." Not into his original battle strategy and certainly not into the foreboding stillness that had overtaken him to mirror the orc assassin's finish of his ballerina spin.

"Withdraw." Replied curtly the snake wielder, now taking a baseball player's swagger to bat. Something had changed.

It was in the air. Even a low IQ beast could probably sense it; that trickle of preservation instinct.

And whatever this ominous event was, it would arrive shortly.