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| Round 1 - Smash Bro Z/Wowzaa vs Team Swift Claw; SMZ & Wowzaa, Avii & Bliz | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 4 2008, 09:18 AM (640 Views) | |
| E-123 Omega Ω | Jul 4 2008, 09:18 AM Post #1 |
The Master of Darkness
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And after the mayhem and the chaos that was the last tournament, the dust had settled on the familiar arena - circular in shape, roughly 100ft in diameter, with all the scarring from the previous set of battles left lying around, to serve as a harsh reminder that these tournaments were not child's play. Things weren't made any easier by the grand final from that tournament, Dakoter and Rachel absolutely tearing the place up to find a winner; the eventual victory went to none other than Rachel, the dark horse of the entire historical event that was the very first official tournament. Set slightly to the south and off to one side of the arena - inbetween the two sets of double doors the combatants would enter through - could be seen the structure that had magically appeared during the Battle Royale, a grand building that blended beautifully into the rest of the coliseum. The main point of focus here was the overhanging balcony, which would be the point where the three judges overlook proceedings. This balcony would also be the place where the partners of each team would wait before being tagged into battle, and would return to once their stint was over. The three overlooked the arena with a mutual interest. To the left of this group sat a large blue dragon, scales glistening in the warmth of the overhead sun and an evil glint in the eye as he waited to survey the forthcoming fights. To the right was a human, with short brown hair and wearing an eyepatch. He brushed a little bit of fluff off of his tuxedo, casting his eye down towards the car park to ensure his Aston Martin wasn't being stolen. In fact, apart from the eyepatch, this gentleman was very smart and rumoured to be one of the two grand architects for the entire tournament. Finally, the one in the middle moved forwards. It was the same mysterious being from the Battle Royale, resplendid in his hooded trenchcoat. He had an average build, but apart from that nothing could be told about this man. And all three had the power to wreak havok below. The hooded man clapped his hands together; at this point all the clouds in the sky disappeared and the wind became non-existent. "I summon now, on behalf of the grand architects, Smash Bro Z and Wowzaa, Team Swift Claw! Fight with honour, and may the best pairing win!" He placed his hands on the balcony overhanging, the crowd roaring with approval now the fights were finally underway.
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| Smash Bro Z | Jul 4 2008, 09:54 AM Post #2 |
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Edge entered the arena and glanced around the arena. He could see the excitement filled faces of the crowd, the balcony above that overlooked the whole arena, and finally the place where the battle would take place. Edge's excited grew at the thought of battles that took place in this arena, by the marks that littered the it. Edge stepped up onto the arena. Edge awaited for his partner and and his opponents. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 4 2008, 11:53 AM Post #3 |
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Behind one pair of the ambiguous double doors, the rather minuscule Aldagar reared up to look out at the arena, already groaning in displeasure. He'd never in his life been in a fight that was so... structured. The whole damn system almost felt unnatural; illogical and impossible. The rule of the real fight was that if you didn't wish to die, you'd win. Victory could be stolen in any manner that was necessary for your own survival. But here was different. Every footfall, every bite, every dodge, and every counter... The chaos of trying to stay alive was somehow being apathetically ordered into mere points and fouls by the trio of judges in the balcony above. Who knew what in the world would happen to him if he let his instincts overwhelm him? How could he even be sure that any extent of caution would be enough to stay in the game? And his partner... Jesus, he was even worse.... By staring at his makers, Al could already sense that they would be affecting the odds somehow... and it slowly unearthed a feeling of regret at his possible oversight into the entire endeavor.... But unfortunately, there was no time to be nervous now. The beckoning by the strange hooded figure had indicated the point of no return, and he literally shook off his doubts, snatched up his companion bow and arrows, and took his first tentative steps out into a new world... The glorious roar of the audience, the imposing stance of the stadium, the happy sunlight beaming down, and the terrible scars of the past all around.... It was a near sensory overload for the anxious canine as he continued on out until his boots rested firmly on the arena. Upon reaching his place, he crossed his arms and casually browsed his environment. He hoped he would be able to ignore the sound of the intense screaming in the midst of his turns. He did not want to allow his opponents any openings at all.... Edited by BlizShadow, Jul 4 2008, 12:01 PM.
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| LilAvii | Jul 4 2008, 03:20 PM Post #4 |
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Dak padded out into the arena, right in step with his partner. He glanced at the Yorkie, tongue lolled to the side in a light pant, before turning his sights toward the three on the balcony. Unlike Ald, Dak was hardly unnerved by the almost omnipresent gaze of the judging trio, nor was he worried about the cacophony pouring down from the stadium. Almost yesterday, he had been standing in this very arena, facing off against his final opponent in the first tournament. Hopefully things would go a bit better! Only one of Team Swift Claw's opponents, Edge, was already waiting when they arrived, so Dak to the liberty of flopping down sphynx-style and continuing his pant; no use standing around when the fight wasn't even ready to start! He took another glance at Ald, and as if to communicate his relaxed mood, opened his jaws and, of all things, yawned. "Uuuuuaaaaaaaeeeee!!" came said yawn, as well as a flash of white as the gesture unsheathed two sets of brilliant, enlarged fangs. |
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| Super Wowzaa | Jul 5 2008, 09:03 AM Post #5 |
OBAMA OWNS!!!
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The Masked Avenger looked through the gate, into the other gate, (which turned out to be double doors, while he got a gate). He saw at least one of his opponents, a dog. Scratch that, two dogs. Well, good, it wasn't some eccentric beast with fifty eyeballs. He hated those. The Masked Avenger did a quick nod to the gate guards, indicating to unlock the gates to the battle-scarred arena. The so-called grand architects either were too lazy to hire good staff, or they left it in this condition on purpose. Whatever their rationale, it still was a poorly kept, poorly maintained arena. If it was supposed to have some influence on him, well, it failed at that. The only impression he had was... Oh, wait, I’m turning into someone who goes on, and on... He was brought back to reality by a guard shoving him in the back. Into the arena, it seems. He acknowledged his partner with the same nod he gave to the guards. He met him earlier in the bar. The Masked Avenger pulled his mask down over his face to hide any derelict emotions that might give away his next move. He unstrapped his rifle from his back, and brought the rifle forward. Ah, his rifle. An eloquent speaker, he loaded three profound arguments into its clip and cocked the gun. His rifle liked to have an alibi, or cover, as some might speak. The rifle attached a long barrel for more articulate arguments, or accurate arguments. The rifle liked for its owner to have back up arguments if the debate got rough, so the rifle could shoot back the back up debative ammunition. The rifle needed some friends, too, so the Masked Avenger brought along Two-Split, the special dagger. Their lawyers were made up of flash-y grenades, and these lawyers liked to win, or go out with a bang. Well, first things first. Time to build a sand castle. |
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| Smash Bro Z | Jul 6 2008, 09:14 AM Post #6 |
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Edge nodded back to his partner. It was time for the battle to begin between the two teams, but unfortunately it wasn't Edge's time to fight, it was his partner's time for now. "Alright Masked Avenger it's starts with you, do your best!", Edge said to boost his partner's morale. Edge was then teleported to the balcony to watch the battle below. 'Let's see what this team is made out of.', Edge thought as he kept a good eye on his opponents. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 6 2008, 12:15 PM Post #7 |
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For most of the time, Al had been staring disapprovingly down at his partner whose obvious laziness did not necessarily emit good attributes about their hailed partnership. Regardless of whether or not Dak had been in the ring before, apathy was truly not the best course of emotion to display so early in the game. Plus, he just looked downright silly, but with that egg-shaped head and those lengthy limbs... that was probably something that couldn't be helped regardless. ".... Ugh!... What am I going to do with you?" Al snuffed a little at him through his mustache before looking back up to notice that only half of the opposing team remained, and naturally the volunteer was the man with the heavy artillery. He was about to turn and ask Dak if he would like to represent them both first, but one look at just how ridiculously lax the wolf was and he proceeded to wave him off in embarrassment. Al then stepped forward himself to assess what he was about to rush into. Okay, so what exactly do we have here? A Long-range rifle; currently three loaded rounds, probably with terrible recoil... a dagger, and grenades. Hmmm... That rifle will definitely be the thing to watch out for... but even then, it still won't too be hard to bypass. The fellow's actually significantly handicapped... Huh. Three arrows and my bow. That's all I'll need here. The stoic canine threw down the ruffled, leathery holster containing the equally as crude arrows, never once in the process taking his dual-colored eyes off of his opponent. Three arrows were subsequently scooped up into his clawed fingers before being situated between his teeth. His large eyes further narrowed, and he began to judge the distance at which he would have to switch stances. The gun was already loaded, so he would have to be swifter than he ever had before should he immediately be shot at.... Just dodge the first bullet, Aldagar. A growly huff left his open mouth as he stood facing his masked adversary, taking the necessary mental preparation time to secure himself about his plan. When he let go of the majority his nervousness, the dog was immediately off at a brisk sprinting pace, lowering his upper body to gain speed. His eyes never left that trigger. |
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| Super Wowzaa | Jul 6 2008, 08:02 PM Post #8 |
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OBAMA OWNS!!!
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The muscular racoon raised an eyebrow at the apparently insane canine running towards him. It was never good to file a lawsuit with the Masked Avenger's rifle and go running straight with all the evidence pointed at one's self. The dog was probably going to rip the Masked Avenger's throat out, once the speedy dog arrived. Oh well. The rifle would probably get the dog before the dog anyway, and could easily range farther than a bow. About time the sand castle is finished! Well, it was a lump of sand, but the rifle could bear the disgrace... For a while. No doubt he would sue the next rich looking sod the undignified rifle he saw, and would win, by a longshot. He took one last glance at Edge, winked, and looked back. Sizing the distance, which was of course across the arena, the rifle let fly one very, very persuading argument to just turn around and don't come back. The sand castle was an excuse to leave when the debate got risky. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 6 2008, 09:24 PM Post #9 |
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The world of the judiciary branch was actually a gilded system of deceit and trickery that masked the meaningless promise of fairness. With hundreds of thousands of laws dominating our modern society, all it took was a cunning eye and a good, indomitable loophole to slip through the cracks of even the most damning evidence. And this petty, first-time lawyer had little idea he was playing against a big boy who had already been forwarded enough of a contradiction to potentially have the entire case thrown out of the window. In the midst of his run, Al threw his head towards the left, allowing his working right eye to take control and allow him insight into the Avenger's finger movements. His hearing further transcended his sight as with enough focus, he could hear the creaky trigger slowly being pulled. It was the teamwork of these senses that boosted the instinctual signals formally lying dormant within the animal to great power, shouting at him to get out of the way. Aldagar dropped on all fours, the large bullet merely slicing through the center of his bang. Now aided by all of his limbs, the dog's running speed increased frighteningly, and he was still dead set on meeting with his prey in close range combat. He kept his eye and ears focused on the gun, ready to slip away at a moment's notice in case the combatant was willing to go two for two. But in the midst of such a furious run, Al still retained some concentration on that dagger. If they were going to lock together, it'd undoubtedly be pulled out. Luckily, his arrows could dish the abuse back out. |
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| Smash Bro Z | Jul 7 2008, 08:55 AM Post #10 |
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Edge was shocked by Al's speed. 'I've never seen such speed in somebody', Edge thought in awe. 'Hey that's the enemy, not your ally!', another thought in Edge's mind said. Edge shook his head to clear out the thoughts. Edge then refocused himself to the battle at hand. |
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| LilAvii | Jul 7 2008, 09:57 AM Post #11 |
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The defense had been set, and it was attorney at defendant and vice versa. Ald's argument had been an aggressive one, questioning the suspect and allowing no answer. It was a smart rhetoric in the midst of a calculated battle, the kind that would bode victory at the jury's final judgment... And if the aggression need turn to a defense, there was always the insanity plea. Dak sat close to the ring, his body stretched along the last concrete wall separating the crowd from the ring. He seemed completely tuned out of the event all together. Having been warped to his current location as the fight began, his face was still stuck in the same, seemingly oblivious, happy pant that he had been holding since he arrived at the tournament. To top off the ignorant look, his eyes were fully closed, only opening in "reverse blinks" as he took short glimpses at the revving battle below. However, his ears were honed on the scene, and he liked what he heard: the deliberate pounding of Aldagar's feet, the controlled click of the trigger, the bold explosion from the barrel, the crisp scream of the bullet, the steady slap of clawed hands hitting the ground, and the snip of a few clipped hairs. But, no one would notice such scheming behind the lopped, flopping tongue. "Uuuaaaaae!" |
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| Super Wowzaa | Jul 7 2008, 02:37 PM Post #12 |
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OBAMA OWNS!!!
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"Insane in the membrane!" The Masked Avenger sang to himself as he put his rifle down, clip in his teeth. "Inane! Got no brain!" Or, is that me? He kept singing anyway. I wonder if my ol' rifle will approve of me using something so strong so early. His thoughts went back to his manual for the special grenades. They explode in 5 seconds, hmm. The Masked Avenger pulled out his hand grenade. He smiled at it, and whispered, "Don't worry, you little, I'm not going to use you." But it was a trick. The Masked Avenger was about to kill the grenade in cold blood. The rifle did have something to say about this, but at this moment its face was stuck in the dirt. The mighty Avenger was hiding behind his "sand castle" so Al couldn't see what he was planning. But while the Avenger was talking to his poor, poor grenade and lying in the viscious way lawyers do, and the grenade was just smilin' glad he wouldn't get blown up, Al had almost crossed the distance remaining inbetween the two lawyers who were, in spirit, throwing eachothers paper's spirits across the room. The Masked Avenger did notice in time, but just enough time. He lifted his rifle who began yelling at the grenade to run like it's life depended on it. The little grenade did a double-take. The rifle unwillingly did a blind shot over the top of the sand castle, just to spare some more time. Still under the cover so Al couldn't see him, the Avenger took one last glance at how close the dog was, then pulled the pin on the grenade. The unmerciful Masked Avenger pulled the grenade in the dirt, kicking and screaming. The dog would be upon him in 5 seconds. He pulled Two Split out. 5.. 4.. 3.. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 7 2008, 06:38 PM Post #13 |
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Another bullet was thrown forth, but this time much more absentmindedly... and straight into the stands if the pocket of screaming and ensuing murmurs from the rest of the crowd were any indication.... But any possible instances of comical manslaughter were the least of his worries. The brunt of his concentration was still directed towards the mysterious mound while a bit of afterthought was given to the second shot's existence. A pathetic attempt at a distraction. He must be planning something... He'd never be able to use the rifle effectively if I were to arrive. And he obviously lacks the reflexes and time to knife me considering he's rendered himself as blind as me in that silly sandbox. That settles it, then... Taking an arm out of his running motion, Al was forced to slow his sprint down. He spat his arrows into his hand and shoved them down inside of the red sash tightly bound to his waist. With the arrows out of the way, the worry of them possibly breaking was dispersed of. Almost immediately after putting his ammunition out of mind, the dog jumped nearly ten feet into the air with a deep, glorious howl, bending himself backwards and taking advantage of his hang time to give the ensuing spiraling dive-bomb as much power as possible. With the earth as soft as it was, Hidden Ground had been maximized like never before! He was safely nestled in his own hole about five feet underground, and he didn't stop there as he began digging with his own paws towards the mound. During his endeavor, he knew for certain that a grenade would be coming from somewhere, but with the Avenger's lack of movement above, his hearing produced lacking results. Al would have to hope that he'd throw it somewhere, anywhere... just not-- *BOOM!!!* The expected blast had definitely occurred, and indeed the earth had taken the majority of the hit while the remaining dirt was loose and slightly exposed him. It was picture perfect... but... the grenade went off in the place he least expected it.... In the mound... where the Avenger was supposedly located.... "Why?" he coughed a little, wasting no time before he unearthed himself once more and continued on around the destroyed mound and towards his quarry. He was back into a bipedal position, brandishing once more his trusty bow of nearly a decade, but he did not reach for an arrow. Not yet. |
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| Super Wowzaa | Jul 8 2008, 01:56 PM Post #14 |
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2... Wha? The Masked Avenger grabbed his rifle, jumped up, somersaulted over the sand castle ramparts a bit twistedly but he made up for it with a sideways roll... And onto his feet again. He ran as fast as he could to get as far away from the bomb as possible. He wouldn't have needed to run this fast if he hadn't been suprised by Al's quick digging move. It slowed him down even with the rifle yelling, "GET THE **Bleep** OUT OF THE **Bleep**ING CASTLE YOU STUPID **Bleep** YOUR NOT EVEN **Bleep**ING ROYALTY!!!" 1... The Avenger could imagine what was going on behind him. The grenade saying it's last words (to some dirt that was uncaring and unsympathetic), Al poking his little doggy-face out of the dirt, the explo-BBBBBOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!! The grenades were flash-bang/fragmentation grenades, so the explosion was blinding and there would be tons of shrapnel flying out. Generally the shrapnel would fly out from higher than the ground, because the shrapnel wouldn't peirce the ground. As soon as the Avenger saw the color drain from the world around him and turn to a pale white from the flash part of the grenades, and the explosion that would have ripped his ears off if he wasn't wearing earplugs, the Avenger threw himself to the ground. Just like the battlefield... the Masked Avenger thought without humor. Shrapnel flew over his head. He looked back at the explosion and the dirt was still there. His sand castle. RUINED! The Avenger realized Al had not been hit by the grenade. In fact, the dog was still underground. He, he doesn't know where I... am. He lifted up his rifle and reloaded it waiting for the dog to stick its head out. |
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| Smash Bro Z | Jul 8 2008, 06:47 PM Post #15 |
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Edge was covering his ears from the loud explosion he heard and had turned his head away the flash from the light the grenade produced. 'Too think that he had such weapons.', Edge thought. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 8 2008, 07:25 PM Post #16 |
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As Al approached the mound, bow up, ready to block the blade and pierce his gut, he finally noticed that all that remained was a fraction of the pile and continuously billowing clouds of dirt. Admittedly, the moment was bittersweet. He had to thank the Lord that his opponent at least had enough sense to get out of the way... ... not that purposefully dropping it there negated any stretch of insurmountable idiocy he had in the first place.... No time to wonder about his disturbing mentality. Both of them were still blind, him moreso now that his working eye had become irritated. And since the coon held the gun and the two eyes to use it at its maximum potential, it would not bode well in his favor to misjudge this scenario. He shouldered the bow and went into his quadrupedal position to further shield himself under the airborne dirt. The grounded shrapnel that sliced his palms and fingertips went ignored as the activity of his nostrils sent his mind into another mode. It was faint, yes, but throughout the dust, he could definitely smell raccoon fur in great abundance. The dog just smirked at the ease of spotting him, but the grin disappeared as his lips tightened up to bear the inside of his vicious jawline. The hunt was on. His clean, dogged breath had fallen to controlled, shallow depths; teeth were clenched together to further silence voice activity. He relaxed and allowed his paws to accept their trod on the earth and metallic bits that punctured them continuously, thereby reducing his own noise. The tail was balanced, a foot was always grounded and the connected leg tight, ready to spring him out of the way of any charges. The dog was officially a loaded spring canon. As Al circled him in the dust, tracking him via his odor, the berth was initially wide. He would eventually close the diameter of his stalk, hoping to close in and gain enough of a form to target without necessarily giving himself away in the process. The first thing he noticed was a vague blurred form to his upper left, the rifle emerging from the blotched background and aimed directly at the hole a ways off.... Wait, the hole?! He truly doesn't know whether or not I've escaped from underground... Perfection. His prey was clueless. The grin returned as Al turned his body in line to his, stalking closer towards the Avenger before tightening both his legs and readying his forearms. Wiping his eye and suppressing the growls he would have made otherwise, the stealthy canine immediately sprung forth through the smoke towards the forearm holding the gun, open mouth ready to clamp back down enough to destroy the tendons. He was also still preparing himself for the arbitrary stab assuming they locked.... |
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| Super Wowzaa | Jul 9 2008, 01:23 PM Post #17 |
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OBAMA OWNS!!!
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The masked Avenger wiped dirt from his face and spit on the ground. "Cmon, doggy, don't you wan't to kick the bucket, it's right out here!" His rifle was complaining about how hot it was out here. The avenger just shook his head and slowly approached the hole. The Masked Avenger pointed his rifle up from the hole, tapping his foot. When was the dog going to emerge? It had better be soon, his rifle was practically moaning with anguish and he didn't want the rifle to alert Al of his position. "Your name is mud, stupid rifle. No one cares!" He was breathing heavily, but he stopped and listened. Nothing could be heard... The Avenger wondered if he was being tricked. He looked backwards. He looked forwards. Forwards into a mess of fur and slashing teeth. "Augh! Get off!" The Avenger managed to put his arm like a bar and protect his face from being ripped off. His face turned red from exertion. "I tag out, I TAG OUT!! EDGE TAG IN!" he screamed. Edit: Nevermind. |
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| BlizShadow | Jul 9 2008, 02:50 PM Post #18 |
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As Al felt his jaws lock around the limb, pupils dilated immediately as he could feel the exciting vigor of increased blood flow and adrenaline in his system. He allowed himself to fall prey to this wonderful sensation, and low growls immediately erupted in warning before he commenced the rest of his attack. The dog began to shake his head and upper body back and forth in the desperation to deal as much damage as possible. Clawed hands began to swipe at the coon's masked visage, but he found it difficult as he was held away; however, the dog experienced as much satisfaction sinking them into the arm instead. Terrifying squalls, barks, and screeches erupted from his chest as he was seemingly intent on taking the arm back as a possibly tasty souvenir.... But then... his opponent began to cry out in mercy. At once from the first scream, Al's human sanity, his morality and higher understanding, were all plugged back into place. This firing of dormant neurons and his ensuing awakening was instant. He quieted down, released his jaws, and allowed the Avenger to tag out safely while continuously lapping at the blood and fur adoring the roof of his mouth. "*ack-ahem!*.... I propose that is that, then.... I tag out as well. Dak, it's your turn!" |
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| LilAvii | Jul 9 2008, 06:13 PM Post #19 |
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Dak's expression had remained constant throughout the whole exchange, only stopping his smile of a pant when the arena filled with choking smoke. He ears stood tall, following each fighter's every footstep, from Ald emerging from the hole to his predatory lunge. He even barked in approval at the raccoon's screams. But his pleasant, bystander position was soon to be changed, as Aldagar surprisingly tagged out. Finally; it was time for a little excitement... fighting in a match.... ... it was kinda a big deal... The wolf hopped to his feet, which were carefully positioned to allow him to balance on the thin parapet. In a flash, he ignored any potential tactical placement and beat the warp, launching off the wall and down into the field, touching down with barely a sound as Aldagar, silhouetted by the settling smoke and dust, warped away. Now he just had to wait for that feline to show his face. His ears were almost twirling on their pivots as he listened for any sound of footfalls or breath. |
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| Smash Bro Z | Jul 9 2008, 06:23 PM Post #20 |
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"Ok here I go!!", Edge shouted as he was warped by his ally. It was finally Edge's turn to go on and continue the debate that ravaged the battlefield. Edge quickly pulled out his dagger for combat. 'Bring it on doggy.', Edge thought as he took up a battle position and mentally prepared himself for a quick defense if needed. |
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