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| Round 2 - Auriel vs. Rai | |
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| Lord Bowie | Oct 2 2009, 06:53 PM Post #1 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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This thread is dedicated to the second round match up between the competitors listed in the title. You will have 2 weeks to compete however a generous gap of 1 week is allowed for a non posting period... if either competitor takes longer than 1 week to make a reply then their characters fate is instantly handed to their opponent and/or the judges and they will be declared the loser. Begin with posts of your characters regaining consciousness and realizing that they are back in their natural bodies and retain all memories from the cafeteria. P.S. If you were (lightly-highly) involved in the recent Cafeteria ruckus, please account for fatigue, not my fault, we gave the warning and now you get to play (sort of - semi) tired if you did. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Oct 6 2009, 10:28 PM Post #2 |
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It was the music which brought Auriel back to the present time. The otherworldly dirge swirled in his hearing, like a tenacious insect that looked at you funny every time you swatted at it. The affect it had on Auriel was akin to having woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Immediately following his sense of hearing, his sense of touch registered that his body was, like before, still encased inside his armor. His awareness of himself and his environment came back with a rush after that; the air was clear, his eyesight seemed normal, and his mouth... his mouth felt parched. Perhaps it were merely the loss of fluids from the last match, perhaps it was a consequence of the brouhaha in the empyrean cafeteria; it was beyond Auriel's realm of knowledge to say with any level of clarity. Executing a Kippup, the grated floor rattled noisily as Auriel landed on his feet, his left hand thrown out to steady himself, and his right hand grasping his sword's handle jutting out over his right shoulder. The floor beneath him flexed and swayed ever so slightly from the impact of his landing, and quickly assumed its former position. A quick glance about him confirmed that he was alone, save for the dragon he had screamed at earlier, lying limp and prostrate about 5 meters away. The dragon posed no threat for the present time, so Auriel quickly took stock of his surroundings. The arena stretched out for a good distance in every direction, and he estimated the distance from wall to wall to be at least 40 meters or so, no more than 60 or 50. The walls were made of some translucent material, and reached above him several dozen feet into the air. The walls allowed in a barely adequate level of light, but were opaque enough to obscure any distinct amount of detail concerning the audience of this macabre spectacle. Auriel could still their chittering, mocking laughter, and snarled at them, even as he suppressed an inward shudder. Four holes were featured prominently on the walls overhead, nearest to the ceiling, and from them, a voice like nails on a chalkboard could be heard:
Him again. Auriel gritted his teeth and let his rage surge, comfortably restrained by iron-forged discipline. Heads would undoubtedly roll before the days' deeds were done, but Auriel's would not be among them, and Sadistic would certainly be included in the final tally if he had anything to say about it. Quickly loosening the straps holding his shield in place, Auriel strapped his shield to his left arm, and grasped his sword in his right hand. Striking a stance, sword toward the dragon's prone form, Auriel snarled. "Aníos, nathair ar Ifreann!!" Arise, serpent of Hell! |
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| Rai | Oct 7 2009, 02:55 PM Post #3 |
Launch Base Act 2
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The soul returning to the body… It was something comparable to awakening from a dream. Before it made him feel a bit strange but now he can overcome it. The art of becoming one with your spirit man, or the mind, has let this dragon make amends with the effects of returning back to his flesh. He checked his limbs and former wounds, gone as they should be. He felt a bit fatigued, due to mental stress from his earlier mishaps in the cafe'. However overall he felt refreshed, at least compared to his condition in the former round. The doubts and insecurities were still there, however manipulated to become critiques of his future actions. He was going to fight with his heart, which was embedded in his fists, and fight with his soul, which was embedded in his mind. Combining these forces of physical and mental he could topple both heaven and hell, even god himself. For the mind was like a muscle and could be made more flexible through increasing mental prowess. This was the power of kinetics, Rais power. Power he obtained through his methods of incredibly straining forms of meditation. Climbing high mountains tops simply to rest upon its cloudy edge to feel the air that breezed there. This was the exercises he put himself through simply to obtain his free form flow, to put the winds at his control and to do it well. Now he aimed to use his abilities plus his skill with them to defeat his foe. With a prayer he was ready to begin. His muscles protruding as he flexed them, getting a feel for them. Wanting to be able to use every ounce of strength he had to hammer away at any obstacle, specifically the armor that protected his foe's brittle bones. Assuming there will be no let up and no warm up time from his opponent this Dragon was prepared to begin battle without holding back. However he would keep a feel for his opponent's form, if he felt any sense of holding back Rai will act on that. Either in a respectful manner (in which case he may hold back as well) or manipulate it to his advantage. Always depending on the situation. Ha ha. But now he couldn't help but recollect what he said back at the cafe'. If he won he wouldn't allow the others to be brought back. Merely a lie of course to make them fight harder. This tournament was not going to have the spirit of depression holding back its fighters. If he threatened to damn them all if he won he would get the biggest reaction. Now with this fight he may very well have dug his own grave. After many years of going through his life getting stronger and attempting to succeed in his end life goal he may die.. But he was all too prepared for this. Scary even to himself how well prepared he was. But it was just another thing, life, death; he lived on the very edge of it. If not he couldn't be who he was now. Question was how dangerous was his opponent, will he be capable of killing him? How eerie... He wanted his opponent to have the power to kill him. He felt almost as if he was the villain making his own story line. If he died here... all will be saved. "Let’s begin...” Checking his boots, making sure they were snug onto his legs and feet. Then he began checking the straps of his gloves, to make sure there was no drag in the motion of his fists. Rai crossed his arms now, matching his mental preparedness with a fighting stance. This simple act of crossing his arms may not be viewed as a wise form of stance... however it was actually one of great significance. His arms locked together in a hindering position; one would say he was cocky. However he was merely so intertwined with the art of combat he needed no flashy stance, simply standing there was enough. Perhaps his opponent may even find this as a sign of weakness. An assumption that will cost him. The Dragon began to exert his pressure early now. A small influence of wind began to whirl harmlessly around his feet. And again he said.. "Lets begin.." Edited by Rai, Oct 8 2009, 11:59 AM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Oct 8 2009, 01:37 PM Post #4 |
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In all the stories from grizzled veterans and the older tales of bygone history, dragons were the most predisposed to elemental control. What's more, they weren't afraid to flaunt their skill in front of other 'lesser' races, reveling in their ability to cast at will, while others struggled against the concensus of the Masses. The enforcer of this unspoken consensus - Backlash - had oft been the thorn in many a willworker's side. The wind vortex whirling about Rai's feet was proof enough of that, not to mention his haughty demeanor, standing there rigid and smug with his arms crossed in front of him. Unless he was quick, unwrapping his arms in order to attack would cost Rai some time. Only a fool stood on the battlefield in an unprepared posture... but then, the dragon has some decidedly un-Mobian features, so perhaps this was how dragons did battle where he came from. Come what may, Auriel would not let this dragon get the better of him! He also would have to gauge this dragon's tactics, regardless of what those old stories may say. In that moment, the gas mentioned earlier in the cafeteria began to cascade down from the four holes near the ceiling; a thick, green, viscous miasma of gas, so thick it could have been water or gel. Indeed, the gas seemed to evaporate much like ethanol, dissipating into a cloudy mixture, and further dissipating into a greenish mist which evaporated into the air. As it oozed/trickled in from four stories up, Auriel took a mental note of the newest addition into the arena and filed it away for further reference. Auriel crouched down low, angling his body and positioning his shield so that it covered half of his face, as well as a considerable portion of his body. His knees bent until his thighs were almost parallel to the ground, and with his sword at a low ready position, he began to shuffle forward at a comfortable pace - stepping forward with his left foot, then dragging his right foot, in the same manner a riot police formation advances toward an unruly crowd. The floor grating under his feet rattled with every step/drag movement. ((Going off my previous measurement of being 5 meters away from Rai, Auriel is advancing at about 1 meter every 6 seconds. I'd say that within 2 meters away from Rai is striking distance.)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Oct 8 2009, 01:39 PM.
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| Rai | Oct 13 2009, 11:35 AM Post #5 |
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What was this? Oh yes the foggy fumes of deadly gas that was described in the later announcements. Not much of a smell to it, nor did he feel anything immediately, it wasn’t poisonous then. However it remained deadly, the deadly part being your opponent taking advantage of your woozy state. Knowing how the art of a swordsman went about not being able to tell his right foot from his left could prove fatal to this Dragon. Something he wasn’t looking forward to, so perhaps it was time to attack. The ultimate goal would be to deal a killing blow in a single swoop. However his opponent’s stance was quite baffling even to its simplicity. “Hmph..” A cocky snort escaped his nostrils, believing to have found a way to penetrate his defenses. Unraveling were his arms, his muscles protruding even as he laid them at his side. His eyes widened as he formed a glance that was identical to the eagle scouting out its vulnerable prey. He pulled from his utility belt a device that extended. Grinding was the sound of his technologically advanced alien weapon. The weapon was simply dubbed a saber sword. The blade began heating to a neon glow, ready to cleave through standard (Cheap) material, as well as flesh. He held it lightly, no special stance involved, as he swung it around for a quick feel with his right hand. “You enjoy fighting with blades... I do as well..“ A toothy grin emerged on his ivory snout, a show of his confident demeanor. He gripped the hilt tight, knelt down in a stance, a simple one be it though. Similar to the knight’s, one leg back the other stretched forward. However the blade was curved over his head and aimed at his foe as so was his other arm, out stretching as if attempting to fit him within an artist’s canvas from afar. In this stance his small influence of wind dissipated, however it whirled to life once he began his dash. Yes a dash, leaning forward on the out stretched forward leg and using it as the main spring to begin his swoop. The wind he caused through his run was cut to increase his speed. No hesitation in his wake as it took any time at all for him to come into range. It was no more than two meters from his opponent, approximate striking range, that he hatched his plan. “HYUP!” He leaped upward. Possibly attempting to avoid the blade that his opponent may swing, however his speedy dash from that short distance was made to throw his opponent‘s ability to time a correct strike off. But no, he aimed to land a solid right foot on his opponent’s shield and kick off of it. Whether his weight would shuffle the Knight into an awkward position was no concern of his. He was aiming to come down from this directly behind the knight. Having each others backs turned to one another was only the start of his sword play. Once he landed he turned with a dance like spin, his right arm out stretching with the blade for a sudden slash. However this was no mere slash, brute force was placed behind it’s swiftness for precise cleaving. The slash aimed at Auriels neck, from the left side. Rai was attempting to lop off his head, taking care of those annoying dreads of his as well. A simple style of blade fighting that was developed for the elites of his people. However mighty they were there was always room for the swift movements. Always meant to take care of unprecedented situations made by their enemies. Hacking and punching through most obstacles won’t get you everywhere, however the downside of this style is it’s gambles. A gamble must be made through each planned strike, perhaps to increase the bravery of the warrior or to prove something to each ones self. Whatever the reason it’s an ancient stemming form of battle that was never altered. Now it was simply time to see if this Dragon’s gamble paid off… Edited by Rai, Oct 13 2009, 11:53 AM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Oct 13 2009, 07:12 PM Post #6 |
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((Edited for spelling)) Auriel approached with deliberately slow speed. The peculiar glint in the Dragon's eyes, the slight furrowing of his brow hinted at puzzlement, and from the way his eyes jerked in a spasmodic fashion lent weight to the theory of puzzlement.
Finally, Rai snorted as his arms unraveled. Presumably, he was inwardly scoffing at a perceived hesitancy to attack. Now there was the arrogance he had come to know from this one. The dragon's muscles rippled as he flexed them, bringing them to hang at his sides, then assumed an awkward looking stance that reminded him of some cheesy martial arts movie. Bringing one hand down to the strange looking belt around his waist, he grasped an object and pulled it away. Reassuming his stance, the object grew with a grinding noise, changing its shape until it resembled a double-edged sword. Its edges began to glow in short order until it was a bright orange-red; Auriel had no doubt that the sword was augmented, its purpose as a killing tool amplified to the point where the skill needed to wield it was almost redundant.
Auriel said nothing in reply as Rai paused to execute a brief limbering up exercise. Auriel watched impassively, wondering if the Dragon even appreciated the difference between competition fencing and this. Fencing was like a training regimen back where Auriel learned the art of the sword. It was designed to perfect the moves, to practice them, not to use them. And during training, a touch was only a touch. Rai finished loosening up his muscles, and that confident corner of his mind must have sneered once more, for the Dragon grinned, revealing two rows of yellowish-white teeth. Auriel had chosen a low-guard for a very specific reason: it was a position of weakness. It invited attack rather than positioned to attack, and in response, Rai moved to echo Auriel's stance, but moved his right hand so that the sword was positioned above the dragon's head, tip angled down. Rai's other hand was positioned in front of him, sighting through his partially curled fingers. Above them, the gurgling hiss of the gas as it seeped into the arena continued unabated. By now, the gas that had not begun to completely dissipate had almost reached ground level. Here, nearest to the grating, the temperature was cooler than it was nearer to the ceiling, and the gas' dissipation rate had slowed the further down it got. The air above them was already permeated with the insidious fumes, and it wouldn't be much longer before it - and whatever effects came with it - surrounded them. Auriel's looks belied his age; though he looked in his 30s, he merely aged slower than an average Mobian, a trait inherited from his father's absorption of the Chaos Energies coursing through the Floating Island's Master Emerald from before Auriel was born. Auriel watched Rai with the eyes of a man who'd trained in the art of the sword for almost fifteen years, and the hard-learned, poised relaxation of all those years hummed softly within him. There were two terms he had learned early in his tutorship. "The dominance" and "the crease," they were called. The "dominance was the clash of wills, the war of personal confidence fought before the first blow was struck to establish who held psychological domination over the other. But the "crease" was something else, a reference to the tiny wrinkling of the forehead when the moment of decision came. Of course, "crease" was only a convenient label for an infinite set of permutations, and it was stressed that every swordsman announced the commitment to attack in a different way. All the Royal Knights were taught to look for the crease, and most competition fighters in the Empire had researched opponents exhaustively before a match, for though the signal might be subtle, it was also constant. Every swordsman had one; it was something he simply could not train completely out of himself. Auriel's teaching was outside of the norm, for most trainers emphasized the dominance over the crease, simply because there were so many variables when it came to the crease. But the true master of the sword was he who had learned to rely not on his enemy's weakness, but upon his own strength. The simple difference between the training lists and what Auriel faced today - between a sparring match, the art, and life or death by the sword - was always in the crease, not the dominance. Thankfully, Rai made it easy for him. Through his connection to Chaos, Auriel felt the disturbance of the Wind Element as Rai refocused it. The visible manifestation of the Element died down as he bent its purpose from mere showmanship to true purpose and application. The wind coiled like a spring behind him, and as he began to dash forward, the wind augmented his speed, crossing the distance between the two with a speed Sonic himself would have been sure to understand. It was too fast for any conscious thought, and Auriel's instinct kicked into high gear. Thankfully, Rai stopped just far enough, just long enough to execute a flying kick, aiming squarely for the top of Auriel's shield. He clearly intended to kick Auriel off balance, and to carry himself straight over his crouching form. In the same instant, Auriel leaned slightly forward and bent down, repositioning his shield ever so slightly. Impact. Rai's outstretched foot struck the outer edge of Auriel's shield, knocking it about in a counter-clockwise motion. On queue, Auriel lunged forward with his shield arm. It was not a mere isolated movement: As his arm moved forward, his shoulder cocked forward, and his waist twisted clockwise, and his trailing leg kicked out. Every nerve synapse, every strand of muscle, every instant of instinct-guided thought, bent toward that one purpose of Moving. RIGHT. NOW. Rai's foot continued on its journey almost completely unimpeded, sailing just over the edge of Auriel's shoulder even as it moved out of the way. With no further obstacles in its way, the edge of Auriel's shield also continued on its journey, aimed squarely for the upper part of Rai's inner left thigh, where on normal humanoids, the femoral artery would be located. Even if he somehow missed, the forward movement of Auriel's jab would propel him forward, hopefully to keep the dragon's body from falling on him, if at all. Considering Auriel's foot positioning, it would be a simple task to turn the jab into a dive, breaking his fall with a roll, ending just out of reach from any retaliatory strikes from that outworldly sword of his. ((Taking into account the transversal velocity of Rai's aerial kick motion, as well as the forward motion of Auriel's lunging motion, it would be nigh impossible to dodge his counter-attack. In addition, the impact would be dealt by the edge of Auriel's shield, which would focus the kinetic energy into one specific line. The force of the impact would also spread the kinetic energy transfer over a significant area, possibly numbing the leg and perhaps causing some genital pain.)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Oct 14 2009, 06:27 AM.
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| Rai | Oct 19 2009, 12:37 PM Post #7 |
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"Kuuhhrrrghh!!" Baffled, but not undone. What seemed to be a slight miscalculation in movement ruined his overall objective. But as the situation worsened it became apparent his foe had devised this. The impact of the shield hitting a very awkward area, however the pain not currently registering. Winding Rai at the first. He was thrown forward almost helpless as he flipped. Landing instinctively on his free hand and pushing off of it. Coming to an end result of being on his knees. Flinging his blade once landing it flipped through the air making an end in front of him. The blade coming to a grinding halt as it was planted into the ground. Gripping his gut in agony he muttered several curses in his alien language. The pain from the impact rising from the specific area to his abdomen. It hurt, allot, however a certain pain such as this only reaches a level of pain that goes no higher. Making one feel more sickly than actually injured. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he has felt this pain before. There was no resistance to it, but there was a mental preparation for it. He could ignore it to a point. A final curse was muttered, one groaned with deep hatred before Rai's jaws literally erupted the anger he felt within. Flames. A solid stream of it was unleashed, it's form not obscured due to the short distance between the two. Containing it's maximum level of heat, and capable of reaching up to 9 meters, maximum heat being around 1300 °C (2372 °F). However the flames lowered in heat intensity (and its form obscured) on the distance, around 3 meters. But as stated before their distance was below this, if the flames came into contact with Auriel they would hit with full force. The blast of flames did not last longer than several seconds. Despite being a dragon it was very true he was a small one. He could not keep up the flames for much long, not as if he wanted to. Once he snapped his jaws shut from exhaling the heat smoke began to fume from his nostrils. A bit unpleasant, reminding him of his home planet. Volcanoes and ash, smoke and fire, it was all he and his people had to inhale. And these other life forms complain about pollution... He took a focus now, to see what his flames had accomplished. His vision mostly hindered when unleashing a full scale blast. However it was getting a bit difficult to keep his mind from straying. Out came the smoke but in came the gas. He had just occurred to him that he was falling victim to these fumes. Not dangerously victim but it would be in a matter of minutes, several in fact, before he would be intoxicated. Experience told him that there was very little he could do while intoxicated. His kinetics would not form precisely on mental command. He would have to use more direct means of wind control. But for now all was slightly well, except for the pain that persisted on his abdomen. Oh, and his opponent still being alive... |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Oct 19 2009, 05:56 PM Post #8 |
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((Edited for spelling) Rai's body flailed haphazardly in the air from the shield strike, squalling in surprise as only dragons knew how. Auriel dove out of the way, barely a collision with the airborne dragon as he fell. Bracing himself, Auriel curled into a somersault, rolling/turning with his own momentum until he came to rest with one knee on the ground and one foot on the ground. The dragon was a barely a couple of meters away, suffering noisily as any male would from the impact's repercussions. Auriel hopped to his feet and reassumed his low-guard stance, shield in front and his sword in the rear. He'd definitely succeeded in stoking Rai's fiery of rage; his whole face was contorted from it, from the knitted brows to the sneering curl of his jaws. And then he belched fire. A single shouted word from an unknown (to Auriel) language preceded it, and Auriel glimpsed the tell-tale glow of fire from within the dragon's gullet. There was only a split second to remember the tactics against dragonfire, and then there was nothing but fire. He didn't inhale after the expletive; that was probably Auriel's only saving grace. Regardless, the dragon breathed fire, and the distance between the two combatants was too close. He moved to position himself as much behind his shield as possible just in time for the fire blast to impact his shield. The fire mushroomed out after impacting his shield, reducing the heraldic stenciling on its face to so much carbon and cinders. While still hot, the fire didn't impart the force of wind he'd heard so much about, and barely buffeted the shield with its kinetic force. His armor, shield, and sword were the work of craftsmen who knew perfection was an impossible goal yet forever sought to attain it. For centuries, they'd polished and perfected their art, forging the glowing steel blow by blow upon the anvil. They folded the metal again and again to give it its magnificent temper. For the sword, they then honed it to an edge any razor might envy and few could match, and the very perfection of its function defined the form which gave it such lethal beauty. No doubt modern technology could have duplicated these methods, but they weren't the proper product of modern technology. And preposterous though it was for a extraterrestrial dragon to meet an ancient relic of a civilization that had been gone for close to four hundred years, there was an indefinable rightness to this moment. The Knight versus The Dragon. Around him, the air smelt of burnt ozone and the foul stench of dragon bile. The fire was only a slight reprieve from the gas which still gushed from the holes above them. Through his armor, he could feel the increase of temperature as the cooler temperature of his shield sought equilibrium with the inferno around it. He could feel it searing through the unprotected leather of his boots. His scalp tingled as he felt the heat through his helmet. The cloth hanging from his right pauldron fluttered in distress, caught in the dragonfire, and ignited. His surcoat began to smolder as the flames being pushed under his shield licked the trailing edge. Seconds were still precious and crucial. Though the fire was hot, the armor would take a few seconds to increase in temperature until it matched the intensity of that fire. Though he did not inhale in order to reach maximum potency, there was no telling how long he could sustain that fire, and Auriel had no intention of holding out. Close range meant better accuracy. Dodging the fire was impossible at this distance, but it wasn't necessary to dodge the attack. One only needed to dodge the aim, and there was no doubt that the fire would be hampering Rai's vision. Auriel pushed off into a full fledged charge, moving forward while strafing to his left, taking care to keep the shield positioned in front. The fire both resisted and disguised his charge. He remembered the distance between himself and Rai, and positioned his sword just so that it speared out next to the shield's edge. In a spare few seconds, if Dame Fortune smiled on him today, Rai would be eating over a meter's length of sharpened steel. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Oct 20 2009, 09:38 AM.
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| Lord Bowie | Oct 19 2009, 11:02 PM Post #9 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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MATCH PERIOD OVER, JUDICIAL REVIEW UNDERWAY |
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| Lord Bowie | Nov 7 2009, 08:09 PM Post #10 |
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AURIEL Fair Play: 10/10 - Unfairness.. what unfairness.. You fully described any of the circumstances that could lead to mistaken forcing but ultimately you opted to let your opponent make mistakes over forcing much offensively. I just wish you would take a hit or at least feel a bit more heat than what it seemed you took. But you compensated playing defense by focusing on little offense which results in a fair balance. Grammar: 10/10 - You have always paid attention to what you say and how you say it, that has greatly benefited your structure in all of your tournament outings. Adaptation to Environment: 6/10 -You described the arena and noted the gas and the features that made up the tank, but little else presented itself. I know that there wasn't an elongated confrontation between the two of you but I can only judge what is posted. Entertainment: 10/10 - Your level of detail and knowledge of fighting stances, attacks e.t.c. along with initial description of the arena once again fueled you to a high score here. I really.. REALLY want to dock something for the near lack of representation for the gas outside of what you saw but your attention to detail along with your character representation along with throwing in a model tune (which I should have done) makes up for it. RAI Fair Play: 10/10 - You took a sizable hit and played on par with your opponent from what I could tell. I'm not being a complete stickler on this category tonight but I honestly couldn't find any blatant unfairness. Grammar: 8/10 - Flinging his blade once landing it flipped through the air making an end in front of him. This is representation of the minor issues I found around your parts. In this example I get what you're trying to say but it came out wrong. Instances are somewhat prevalent and some words could be changed to be more correct like "much long" in post 7. Outside of that, nice work. Adaptation to Environment: 6/10 - The gas had at least been noted to have started taking effect. There was a touch of environment interaction outside of that but could have been improved. Entertainment: 10/10 - I'd say you both played well off of each other and that resulted in generous entertainment scores for you both. You played off each other realistically and I personally still like the way Rai's personality was presented with a little verbal representation paired with solid mental. AURIEL - 36 RAI - 34 Still winnable for either of you, and it shows that even if you're doing well in all of the other categories, your score can be harmed to a mortal (beatable) level when the arena adaptation is neglected. I'm very impressed otherwise and you two should be proud of your performances this round. |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Nov 11 2009, 06:29 PM Post #11 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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NO! NO NO! DON'T STOP THERE! *beats head and sobs* Oh well. On to marking... Rai Fair Play: 10/10 - Excellent work here; definitely worked within the lines of fair play. Grammar: 8/10 - Sentence structure was rather hard to make my way through (lots of broken sentences it seemed), but aside from that it was well written. Adaptation to Environment: 2/10 - Described the gas, but never actually suffered the effects. Entertainment: 9/10 - Character played a big part in your posts; it was almost like reading an interior monologue in third person. I quite enjoyed that look into your character’s psyche. Nice opening attack too. Talancir Fair Play: 9/10 - Not much to go on here. You didn’t take any hits, but judging by the way Auriel’s armour and shield were beginning to heat up I figure one more post would have resulted in some hot-metal burns. Grammar: 9/10 - Mispellled 'consensus' in an early post, which was made painfully obvious as you used the word with the correct spelling in the next sentence. Also, I have no idea what a 'fiery of rage' is. Aside from those little trip-ups, nothing wrong here. Adaptation to Environment: 2/10 - Described the gas, but never actually suffered the effects. Entertainment: 9/10 - The Knight versus The Dragon. It’s actually poetic in a way. Would have liked to see this carried further, but a time limit’s a time limit I guess.  Maybe a little too much description in parts, but for the most part you worked it in well.Counting up the scores here, we've goooot... Talancir - 29 Rai - 29 Adding that to Bowie's appraisal: Talancir - 65 Rai - 63 SO. DAMN. CLOSE. DECISION. BURNING. SKULL. Kinda like Ghost Rider, actually. Anyways, looks like Auriel proceeds to the next round and Rai skips down the Yelow Brick Road to The Void. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 22 2009, 08:47 PM Post #12 |
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~ RP Knight ~
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The inferno had intensified much faster than he anticipated, as Auriel charged headlong into the fires of hell. The knight's scream of hot-blooded defiance mingled with the roar of dragonfire engulfing his perceptions, and the deep-throated scream coming from the dragon's jagged maw. And then the blade hit home. Passing through the dragon's teeth, the blade, now glowing orange from the fire's intensity, sliced through the bridge of the dragon's tongue, and pierced through the back of the dragon's mouth. Had it been a perfect strike, the swordtip would have pierced through the dragon's vertebrae, emerging from the back of the dragon's neck. Death would have been instantaneous. This was not the case, however. The sword went into the dragon's mouth on his right side, glancing off of vertebrae and severing the carotid artery and jugular vein, cauterizing as it finally emerged from the right side of the dragon's neck. Rai gagged reflexively, and as the dragonfire sputtered and died, his body convulsed involuntarily. Dropping his sword, wings flapping in distress, he grasped at the sword now sticking out of his mouth. Auriel yanked the sword out from whence it came, and Rai fell forward onto his snout. The wet sounds he was making might have been an attempt to form words. As he stood there, his armor scorched and radiating heat, he could imagine what his Color Sergeant, Samuel Belouisson, would have said at that point: "I wonder how long it will take him to die. Shall we wager on it?" "Nay, my friend, we shall not," Auriel said to himself. Shrugging away the blackened ruin of his shield, he walked gingerly to the side, careful of the foulness pooling there. Grasping his hot sword in both hands, he put his back into a downward swing, aimed at the dragon's neck. He didn't quite cut his head off, something which despite boastful stories, he'd never known anyone to manage in one blow. When the blade chopped into his neck, the poor bastard immediately went limp. At that point, it was one small mercy to counterbalance a horrible wounding, and it was safe to say that the dragon was no more. Readjusting the shield so that it hung off his shoulder, Auriel crouched down, grabbing Rai's liberated sword by its hilt. Holding it aloft, he called to the invisible judges, "Fer my victory 'ere, Oi claim this sword as trophy! Any objections?" |
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