Round 2 - Blaire vs Blader

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Round 2 - Blaire vs Blader
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HollyYoshi	Oct 6 2009, 06:20 PM Post #16
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	The crack of a makeshift whip reached Blaire’s ears. In addition, she could now feel pain radiating from her soft nose. That belt packed quite a punch! All this time and you still* can’t do anything besides hack and slash? It’s a wonder you weren’t gutted alive in the first round.* In spite of herself, Blaire snickered at that comment. Oh if only Blader knew where the Siberian Husky’s true prowess lied. Then again, maybe it was better that he didn’t. Yes, the element of surprise would be great asset in her future victory. “Well to tell you the truth, I only won that round because my opponent conceded. Don’t get me wrong, I would have rather fought the match straight through. But what I truly regret is not being able to stop my foe from taking the plunge.” As she told this tragic tale, the canine thought of Sebastian. She still could not understand why the hedgehog had given up their fight. He seemed so determined to beat her and then…he had a sudden change of heart. Did he, after considering what they did to Tokui, want to avoid the judge’s wrath should he lose? Whatever the reason, the hedgehog also had made it clear that he wanted the dog to win the tournament. And win it she would. Even blind the violet-coated Mobian could tell the gauge on her Cyrokinetic Bangle had not yet reached one hundred percent. For when the band does so, the temperature right around the dog would drastically lower, hopefully to thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, or lower. Blaire wasn’t feeling any colder just yet. However, she had a feeling she would very soon. “Now the time to show this Blader fellow what it feels like to get struck by my patented Crescent Slash,” the purple canine thought with a sneer. Suddenly, she slowly moved that Sapphire Blade in a vertical arc, ending with a swift upper slash. If the attack was successfully, her demonic opponent would now have a hemispherical-shaped mark somewhere on his body. And if he tried to retaliate, he’d most likely end up hitting the steel blade of an erect saber. This battle would soon be hers. (Bangle Charge: 70%)



Badx	Oct 6 2009, 08:25 PM Post #17
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Still shuffling his feet about the arena to find the lost weaponry Blader finally felt his shoe hit against a stray object. About damn time! He thought, still swinging left and right to keep the Siberian girl preoccupied while he took the time out to retrieve the gun and shoot her. With the only other free arm holding on by the skin of its teeth Blader opted to work his foot under the gun and kick it in to the air, hoping that perhaps his eyesight would be in stable condition enough for him to snatch it and finish the match. Easing over to the butt of the gun he pushed down with the tips of his toes, lifting it into an upright position. From there gravity did the rest, and soon the barrel of his ace in the hole was resting along the top of his shoe. Cautiously the disturbed youth lifted his knee, assuring that the gun wouldn't slip out of place before he got the chance to get it airborne. Just as he was within moments of executing the final steps of his plan the familiar sting of Blaire's sword ran across Blader's whipping arm. Its sharpened point running down his forearm. This sudden cut caused the red boy to reel back, narrowly avoiding the subsequent slash that flashed in front of his face. At the same time his leg jerked, sending the trump card flying through the air and out of Blader's grasp. Turning his head to where the gun had been flung he heard a heavy clang with the sound of metal sliding against metal following. Out of habit he turned back to where he had last confirmed Blaire's voice came from. "Again with the damn sword? Haven't you realized that all the paper cuts in the world aren't gonna kill me?" Sliding his palm down to the very end of his belt Blader started swinging in wide arcs, thinking that eventually he'd be able to wrap the belt around the husky's blade and confiscate it. Having not forgotten about his earlier goal the combatant also attempted to direct the fight to where the gun lay. Positive that with her ears she too had heard the pistol skid along the metal grating Blader carried on with the conversation he and Blaire were having. "I bet that blue boy got just as bored as I am with your shitty letter opener, you say you've got a trick up your sleeve? Use it, or I'll make you, mutt!" Trying to take hold of the dog's sword while at the same time move the fight over to where his gun now lay Blader noticed that a shallow cut opened up on his forhead from the second phase of Blaire's attack. This new wound ran down to where his nose should have been, and had to his ire removed the bangs he had combed in place to replicate the lost appendage. ...Oh yeah, fk this sword. That thing's mine. He thought, this despite the fact the only ones who would notice happened to not be lookers themselves.



HollyYoshi	Oct 7 2009, 10:38 AM Post #18
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Just as Blader had deduced, Blaire too heard the red teen’s firearm hit the rusty grated terrazzo, skidding out of reach. Though she knew making any sort of noise would give her away, the dog couldn’t help but snicker at this little episode. Blader’s luck was running out in droves. Soon, it would only be a matter of time… Again with the damn sword? Haven’t you realized that all the paper cuts in the world aren’t gonna kill me? “Oh, I assure you Blader, I realized that long before the match even started. But then again, those aren’t paper cuts littering your body,” the violet-furred Mobian bared her teeth in a slight snarl. “Are they?” Suddenly, Blaire felt herself being reeled in like a freshly hooked bass. The Mobian, still holding onto the hilt of her Sapphire Blade, tried to pull away, but found that her trusty saber had snagged on something. Or something had snagged it. With futile luck the Siberian Husky struggled to free her sword from the grasp of Blader’s belt. And for the first time since the battle started, the dog began to feel a real sense of panic. Her Cyrokinetic Bangle still wasn’t fully charged, and she had a portentous feeling that if Blader found his gun, he wouldn’t keep his eyes closed while trying to place a bullet through her heart. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Blaire shouted in frustration, trying her hardest to keep even a smidge of alarm out of her voice. I bet that blue boy got just as bored as I am with your shitty letter opener, you say you’ve got a trick up your sleeve? Use it or I’ll make you, mutt!” “Oh, again with the mutt thing?” Whatever distress and trepidation Blaire had felt before was now replaced with ire and vitriol. This was no thanks to Blader’s concluding word. A slight growl was expelled from her throat, as were words that smoothly slid off her tongue. But the speech itself betrayed not one ounce of anger. In fact, it wasn’t even about that final word. Instead, its topic dealt with the general idea of Blader’s sentence; “Odd, I don’t recall saying I had another trick up my sleeve. How could I, when I don’t even have any sleeves!” the Siberian Husky shouted, very nearly breaking into a paroxysm of chortles and snickers. “But I think I could figure out another way to attack you. One that doesn’t involve a razor sharp blade, I mean.” And think of another way she did. For her left hand had been free this entire time; free for Blaire to prod Blader, that is. The canine bent that arm of hers and like lighting shot her elbow where she guessed the demonic creature to be. She prayed that her attack would connect. If it did, there was always a chance that the force of the blow would cause her opponent to loosen his grip on his belt, thereby allowing Blaire to free her Sapphire Blade. (Bangle Charge: 80%)



Badx	Oct 7 2009, 04:38 PM Post #19
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Feeling his improvised whip snag was proof enough to confirm that he had caught hold of something, and wanting to claim it as his own Blader was attempting to reel it in. Come on btch, let go!* As tugged at his end of the belt in an attempt to loosen Blaire’s grip on her sword the boy heard the husky retort to the comments he had made about her secret weapon. “Odd, I don’t recall saying I had another trick up my sleeve. How could I, when I don’t even have any sleeves!” “Well that’s a bit weird…although, you can’t really blame a mistake like that on me, can you?” With a knowing smirk Blader laughed, believing himself to be naturally stronger than the husky he was sure that sooner or later his strength would overpower hers. Analyzing what the dog had said he groaned. “Ugh, was the sleeves thing really necessary?” In a moment he would realize that the last thing she had said deserved more attention then a joke. Before the devil boy could even realize it the wind was knocked out of his lungs, the cause of which was a purple elbow that had just went smashing into his gut. The belt slipping from his hands as he staggered back the red teen went into a brief coughing fit, and when he had recovered realized another weapon had been lost. “Son of a…btch!” With his only salvation laying in the long lost pistol Blader turned tail and ran, then stopped when he realized the Siberian girl would hear exactly where he was going. Retrieving a bullet from his pocket the maniac mopped up the blood on his cheek threw it to the ground, the target not being Blaire herself but the dog’s ears. Darting off once again his footsteps were masked by the inevitable explosion that followed his bullets, with this momentary distraction Blader dove to the ground, pawing about to find his misplaced pistol. Fck Fck Fck Fck Fck Fck!* One hand gripping his chest and the other searching for the jet black firearm. The dog had a point, no matter how far his willpower could go his body still abided by the laws of science. Even if he could easily ignore gaping wounds eventually his physical self would either fall apart or cease functioning from blood loss. At this point it wasn’t even clear if he was feeling any of the consequences of blood, residual pain being something the boy knew he had grown accustomed to. It didn’t matter though, he had yet to fall apart or pass out, so the game was still afoot. Strangely enough Blader felt his fingers run over the jagged end of the arena floor, something he knew didn’t exist. Following the path of twisted metal the demonic creature had made it out to be a hole, the very hole from before. Oh shit, did it fall? Please tell me it didn’t fall! for a moment he had feared the worst, that the gun was lost to the abyss. To keep from screaming out in despair he had just as quickly assured himself that the gun was too heavy to travel such a distance, and even if it wasn’t there was still another one lying around. Seeing as how he had already run through a plethora of strategies the devil boy was bound to repeat himself, thinking that maybe he could trick Blaire into waltzing into the pit. Then, recalling just how well that had gone opted not to. Close quarters were being disadvantageous in this fight, as long as the husky had a sword to slice him up with at least. Blader knew that it was best to stick to what he had come into this fight with, guns, but first he had to find them. In order to do that he had to keep the dog off his back, and in his pockets lay just the trick to do so. Mixing the ammo about the adolescent made a random guess as to how much remained. I’ve got about…little over a dozen in this pocket, there’s just seven in this one… Plucking two bullets from the emptier pocket Blader did as he always did and dipped them in one of his many wounds. Tossing the ammo to the far end of the arena the creature got back to searching, making sure that he didn’t lose track of where he had found the hole. The chances of hitting Blaire were insignificant, and if they weren’t they were fairly low, still Blader couldn’t help but hope that one of the explosives blew up in her face by pure chance to spare him the trouble of killing her himself. Edited by Badx, Oct 7 2009, 04:46 PM.



HollyYoshi	Oct 7 2009, 06:37 PM Post #20
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Fur hit cloth. That revelation was enough to convince Blaire that her attack had succeeded. With a grunt, the dog made one final attempted to free her sword. She wrapped the gloved paw of the arm she had used to elbow Blader around the dark blue hilt of her saber. Like lightning, she jerked the Sapphire Blade up. Once she did so, she felt something smack her in the face; the belt. The Siberian Husky staggered back a couple steps, rubbing her sore nose. Yet, she couldn’t overlook the fact that she had gained a weapon whereas Blader had lost another. And as she regained her bearings, the dog couldn’t help but smile at her good fortune. “Lady Luck is on my side today! Or…at least during this match,” Blaire uttered, cursing herself for forgetting where she was for even a second. “But seriously,” she continued, taking that ad hoc whip for a test-crack. “I think we should continue with our match. Don’t you agree, Blader?” She stretched that leather belt until it grew taut, smirking all the meanwhile. “And now, it’s time for you to-“ Once again, a metaphorical chainsaw sliced off an allegorical tree limb as Blaire’s speech was cut in half. But what did so, was not a bullet tearing through her heart or any sort of injury at all. No, what made the purple-furred canine stop talking was a burst of wind. Wind caused by a deafening explosion. And thanks to a side effect of the gas, it, and many other sounds, really were starting to sound like a dog whistle. “How utterly fitting,” The violet candid muttered when that thought crossed her mind. It was unlikely that Blader could hear her over the blast, but that was the last of the husky’s worries. She no longer had even a smidgen of a clue where her demonic foe was. She swallowed a lump in her throat when she realized that the only way she was going to find him would be to reopen her eyes. But what if she found out that her sight was so tarnished that she wouldn’t even be able to make out her own two paws? The canine rapidly turned her head from left to right, trying to shake off those thoughts. No, if she was to win, she’d have to take that risk. She forced her eyes open. Almost immediately a spell of nausea hit Blaire like an anchor does the sea. The dog fell to her knees as she clutched her stomach. The stadium seemed to rock like a ship caught up in a raging hurricane, back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. Up and down. The purple Siberian Husky would have given anything for a pole or something to hold on to. This sensation seemed all too real. And maybe it was. However, Blaire did not recall Timotheus saying anything about a swaying arena. However, she did remember this one line; As for what the gas does, aside from hinder vision somewhat… Let’s just say that out test subjects described the experience as ‘psychedelic.’ Psychedelic. Suddenly, it was all so clear! The stretching, the change in colors, the liquefying, the swirling, the swaying, it was all caused by the gas! How could Blaire not realize it before? “Oh, those judges are dirty, rotten scoundrels.” Again, a second blast sounded off. Then a third. While they weren’t close enough to send her flying, Blaire did feel herself sliding a few feet across the grating, thanks to the force of the airstream they caused. “Ugh, again with those explosions! What on Mobius is causing them? It’s got to be the judges doing, just like this darn gas!” the Siberian Husky mentally complained, still not knowing the blasts were caused by Blader’s specialized bullets. Back to business. Blaire tried to search for the red creature, craning her neck to get a better look. Nothing. That demented adolescent was nowhere to be found. Now, there were either two possibilities. One, he was just lying down somewhere and the gas was covering him up. Or two, he was standing right in front of the dog, but the green miasma had affected her eyesight so much, she couldn’t begin to make him out. Obviously, Blaire hoped for the former possibility. (Bangle Charge: 90%) Edited by HollyYoshi, Oct 7 2009, 06:39 PM.



Badx	Oct 8 2009, 01:20 PM Post #21
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Shit, this is getting me nowhere... Blader thought, still crawling about the arena floor to locate his firearm. Now certain his efforts were in vain the red creature ran though his others options as he continued the wild goose chase. The btch's got my belt now, can't use that, probably could have used my shirt as a mild annoyance if it wasn't in shreds...* Running a gloved hand across the dull metal bracelets around his wrists the boy went through a check list of his remaining wardrobe. I've still got my wristbands for all that's worth, gloves, pants and shoes...and some water... Pulling the half full bottle from his back pocket looking it over he quickly found it to be worthless. Material possessions weren't going to last him through the rest of the match, that much was apparent, the devil boy would have to rely on his natural strengths. Remembering why he had closed his eyes in the first place he realized that they wouldn't get him far. There was no telling just how damaged his eyesight was at this point, and since he had dropped to the floor the red boy's hearing was picking up a dull ring. Options wearing thin Blader's search became frantic, finally brushing over the sleek steel that made up one of the two guns that were discarded before. "Hell yeah, we're back in action!" He mistakenly shouted aloud, jumping up from the fog trigger finger itching Blader let his eyes open for a brief moment to locate the husky. Within seconds everything had exploded into an indescribable mess, and finding it unpleasant the creature quickly shut his eyes again. It didn't matter, amongst the chaos he had assumed a purple blot to be Blaire. Mad with glee Blader pulled on the trigger... Then watched as the cartridge dropped from the bottom of the handle. All his time spent searching was for an empty gun, and in his haste the boy's location had been given away. Scooping up the empty magazine Blader pocketed his useless weapon and sprinted off to the edge of the arena, feet smacking off the grating as he went. Planting a firm hand on the glass wall the legitimate demons had been using to observe the fight and clenching the cartridge between his teeth the red boy started to run across the radius of the arena, occasionally opening his eyes to keep an eye on his opponent. With the wall assuring that he'd not accidentally stumble off into the arena Blader clumsily loaded the cartridge with his free hand, it may have been scarred but it was still attached to his shoulder, so it was the least it could do. Managing to at least get four bullets in, one having fallen to the floor, the creature loosened his bite and pulling the gun from where it was stowed slammed the opening against the piece of metal jutting from out his mouth. Now re-armed Blader awaited a chance to strike at Blaire. [Ammo Count: 4/15] Edited by Badx, Oct 9 2009, 06:43 PM.



HollyYoshi	Oct 8 2009, 02:50 PM Post #22
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	“Much better.” Such were the words that ran through the mind of one Blaire Fields, Siberian Husky, Oakland Resistance Division Agent, and chocolate mint fanatic. As for what caused that statement to scroll through her psyche, why it was the sight of some bluish smudge rising up out of the deleterious gas. Of course, she knew blue was not the natural color of her opponent. However, with her eyesight as damaged as it was, she knew that was of no importance whatever hue that hazy blotch was. What she was really looking for, was some sort of movement. However, picking Blader out was not an easy task, considering the miasma itself was also moving around in strange ways, at least from the candid’s point of view. In reality, it was not the sight of her adversary that caught her attention, at least not at first. Rather, it was the sound of him; Hell yeah, we’re back in action! Hearing those words prompted Blaire to turn her head with such swiftness that she nearly intensified the motion sickness she was feeling. And it was then that she saw Blader come into view, emerging from the green haze of the gas chamber. Despite the circumstances, the dog felt a smug grin stretch across her lavender-furred muzzle. Her enemy had given away his location, continuing to put the canine at an advantage. “Ah, this is getting as easy as recovering stolen computer chips from the Klawzax Unit.” With a contented sigh, Blaire closed those eyes of hers and slowly stood up. When she couldn’t see the stadium anymore, her nausea had all but disappeared. However, that didn’t help matters with the pain and weariness she continued to feel. But matters such as that weren’t imperative right at that very moment. The purple Mobian had to ignore the aches and fight the fatigue. She ran. Like a bullet being discharged from a gun Blaire bounded forward. The husky sprinted towards the edge of the cylindrical field, the leather soles of puce boots hitting the grated carpet with unremitting clanks. She repeatedly swung her sword from left to right, hoping to get a few good hews in. And her ears twitched left to right in an attempt to locate Blader by the use of her keen hearing. Soon it would only be a matter of time… (Bangle Charge: 100%)



Badx	Oct 8 2009, 05:24 PM Post #23
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Opening his eyes again to determine where exactly he should aim Blader found to his great surprise that approaching him through the blotchy technicolor that was the toxic miasma was a constantly shifting blob of color. This indistinct smudge was flailing about what looked like blue mercury, and unless a new challenger had appeared then that smudge was Blaire, who, unless she had recently gained a new weapon, was swinging her sapphire blade at him again. Not being able to afford anymore cuts the red devil boy stopped dead in his tracks in order to prepare for evasive maneuvers. The liquid metal like substance swung in low and slow, the steady speed more than likely being an illusion on the boy’s part. There was no way to tell if the blade was actually coming at him from that angle in reality, but it was what he saw and that was as good as things were going to get. Ducking the incoming saber wasn’t hard seeing as how the creature had felt like collapsing since opening his eyes, the remaining swings from the blade however, were. Blaire’s sword was coming back around and getting off the ground was a harder feat than dropping to it. Shutting his eyes again to dispel the hallucinations Blader managed to push himself off the ground, narrowly avoiding having his feet sliced off. Knowing he wouldn’t have the luxury of eyesight through the entire ordeal the demented delinquent resorted to opening his eyes for slight intervals, long enough to detect just where the next swing would come from. For the most part the boy managed to dodge with slight precision, a quick jerk of the neck here and back bending there, occasionally misinterpreting the path of the blade receiving another cut for his troubles, but once the blade was coming down right overhead Blader found his only option to be to stop the sword with his own hands. Tightening the muscles in his fingers the red boy threw both his arms up, clasping his palms around the saber just as it was about to run through his head. For a brief moment the red boy felt a bit cocky, seeing as how he had just executed the move he’d always seen in movies. Then, as blood ran down the blade’s edge and dripped onto his forehead Blader screamed in exasperation. “That…didn’t…work!” Despite being a little disappointed that the bare handed blade block doesn’t go as smoothly as it does in fiction the red boy hoped to take advantage of the moment. With the two connected by the sword that was cutting into his hands Blader managed to pinpoint Blaire without having to take a peek at the nauseating backdrop, and stooping down he brought his head forward. Arms bent back and body shifting to the fore the red boy seemed to be attempting to head butt the husky, ignorant of the fact that his previous complaints about the dog’s monotonous attacks were about to take on a new stratagem. [Ammo Count: 4/15] Edited by Badx, Oct 9 2009, 06:43 PM.



HollyYoshi	Oct 8 2009, 06:48 PM Post #24
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Bangle Charge 100%. Activating in five seconds. Such read the screen of Blaire’s Cyrokinetic Bangle, it’s gauge full at long last. Of course, the Siberian Husky would not be able to see the digital message even if her eyes were open. But she would certainly feel it. If one was standing a foot or so near Blaire, they would think the stadium had been teleported to the arctic with the way the temperature dropped around the canine. There was a very high chance that Blader would be able to notice it was now thirty-two degrees where he was. At the revelation of her Bangle activating, Blaire bared her incisors in a toothy smirk, for she could now use her Cyrokinesis. “Now, let’s see how susceptible to sneak attacks Blader-“ “What the heck?!” All at once, the purple-coated Mobian felt something block her latest swing with great force, rebounding her so much that she nearly got a small case of whiplash. Hesitantly, Blaire opened her eyes and saw a smeary blotch had blocked her metallic blue saber; Blader. “Argh, not again!” she cried, trying to pull her Sapphire Blade from the demonic deviant’s grasp. Before she could get her weapon of choice loose, however, she felt something hard hit her in the stomach; much in the matter a raging bull would bash a wooden fence. And as she was sent back a few feet, her fingers loosened around the hilt of her sword. With a reverberating clank, the Siberian Husky’s back hit the rusty metal of the stadium’s grated floor. Her head followed shortly after, resulting in a concussion that lasted but a few seconds. When she regained her bearings, Blaire moved that gloved paw up to her head and found a sizeable protuberance protruding from the back of her fur-coated cranium. “Urgh…what did ya do to me?” the dog asked, her eyes still shut from the induced concussion, if it could even be called that. With a growl, the husky felt around for her Sapphire Blade and discovered that it was nowhere to be found. Except quite possibly in Blader’s hands, that is. “Boy, it’s extremely fortunate that my bangle activated when it did, Blaire thought as she perform a half-hearted Kippup. But the attack she sent her foe’s way was not desultory in the least. In the palm of her hand she formed an arrow made of ice, a Glacial Triangle if you will. For but a few seconds, the violet candid opened her eyes, just so she could identify Blader. When she found what she thought to be the red teen, Blaire took a deep breath in preparation for her next move. With a flick of her wrist, she sent that ice shard flying and prayed that it would hit her intended target.



Lord Bowie	Oct 8 2009, 09:23 PM Post #25
What is the difference between a duck? Posts: 4,799 Group: Former Monarchs Member #7,312 Joined: April 10, 2008 Playstation Network ID: Allbowdown Xbox Live Gamertag: allbowdown	"hehehehehe" Sadistic chuckled far atop the arena, viewing the audiences demonic actions in cheer of the fight. Even he at a distance was able to feel a slight chill from Blaire's now powered up Bangle Charge, even the slightest of wintry blasts was far more than uncommon where they were. "It's gunna take a lot more of that to freeze hell over, honey!" He mocked and laughed as he sat back in his chair, visibly unimpressed and sporting his constant grin. Deep down, however, he did like what he see. So far the fighters, despite the lack of spines, had shown superb power and finesse up to this point. The way this match was shaping up, either combatant could either wind up being a decent threat or a strong source of power going forward. Me and Tim are hittin' it big with this tournament, for it's only the beginning.. Once it's over, even the strongest of the strong will snap like twigs at our mercy. He leans his chin into his open palm and strokes his muzzle overseeing the match further, the gas didn't seem to react well to the colder conditions, some of it seemed to even freeze to the glass, fogging up the observation level slightly to the audience's dismay. Gas freezing.... only in Hell. His smile spread as the ice shard was launched, with any luck.. there might be some true pain to enjoy. Only in my Hell. He enjoyed soaking in his own thoughts and continued to silently look on, an avid spectator like the rest of the audience.
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Badx	Oct 9 2009, 06:42 PM Post #26
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Having felt his head connect with the husky, sending her spiraling to the metal grating, Blader assumed an upright position, fully prepared to strike again within moments. Though as he stepped forward the feral beast felt something beneath his soles, and picking it up found it to be the sapphire blade that had been such a nuisance this entire match. “Well, this is nice…” Running his fingers along the edge of the blade that had accumulated a fair amount of his own blood the creature listened to Blaire’s complaints about his previous maneuver, preferring to examine the sword rather than give a passing thought to the husky’s condition. As he toyed with the newly acquired weapon the boy who had simply been passing by the arena and allowed himself inside, felt that under his thin coating of red fur goose bumps had risen up. The arena had gotten considerably colder, cold enough to the point where he could see his breath. Hesitant to open his eyes and assess the situation Blader instead prepped the sword he was currently loaning from the Siberian girl to initiate an attack. The sword was found to be of little help, before any sort of retaliation could be initiated a freezing cold projectile tore through his shoulder. With the incision that had been made there earlier the arrow had no problem making its way partially through the red boy’s body, pushing him in to the fogged glass with a resounding thump. More than a little perplexed and in a substantial amount of pain Blader let the blade slip from his grasp, the boy following soon after as he slid down the frosted window. W-what the hell was that? He thought, feeling about the odd projectile and picking up a bit of residue the devil boy concluded that it was, in fact, ice. Are you…serious? The cold sensation he felt inside his body was more than enough proof. At first reaching up to forcibly remove the arrow Blader chose to instead leave it be, if he were to do away with the projectile then he’d have a gaping wound on his shoulder that was already dangerously close to his ribcage. Yet there was no denying the pain it was putting him through, with every motion the tip pushed against various nerves. The boy dare not attempt to even move his battered arm, although that isn’t to say he had any saw in the matter. It was dead, a useless hunk of flesh and bone that would flap about aimlessly while the rest of his body attempted to compensate for the loss. Still there was no end for Blader, to him even the slightest bit of feeling in his bones was enough to get up and kill everything in sight. Scrambling for the sapphire blade and claiming it with his remaining arm the devil boy leapt to his feet. “You must think you’re some fine shit, huh!?” Blader shouted, only a stone’s throw from losing his cool once again. Whoever he had been speaking to assured him that doing so would be liability, and taking his imagination’s advice set it aside. Charging right on ahead the boy Swung his new sword about recklessly, it was apparent he had no inherit skill in wielding a blade. Realizing this himself the demonic creature entwined his slashes with an assortment of kicks. You’re dragging this on much too long for my taste… He thought with a touch of ire, indignation that seemed justified considering the sudden turn of events. [Ammo Count: 4/15]



HollyYoshi	Oct 10 2009, 02:11 PM Post #27
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Hehehehehe. Unless the miasma was continuing to make her hear even more bungled then it already was, that laugh did not come from Blader. On the contrary, that sinister chortle was coming from one of the guys responsible for Blaire’s being here, Sadistic. It’s gunna take a lot more of that to freeze hell over, honey! The Siberian Husky could only roll her eyes at this comment, a sigh escaping her mouth. “I am aware of that. I do have a healthy dose of common sense, ya know,” she called out to the white hedgehog, wherever he may have been. Yet, even though she would have liked to hold the hedgehog in a tight arm lock, hold the edge of her Sapphire Blade right against his throat, and demand that he release her and everyone else from this ethereal realm, she could not. First off, Sadistic was protected by a thick parapet of fogged glass and rusty red steel. Second, the purple-furred candid was currently no longer in possession of her saber-Blader was. “Focus on the match Blaire! You can take care of this jerk and his vulpine companion later,” the husky mentally reminded herself. “Now to figure out where my opponent-” You must think you’re some fine shit, huh!? “Ah-ha, now I can pinpoint his location,” Blaire thought with a self-satisfied grin. She held the palm of her right palm out in front of her and focused her energy on concentrating some of the ice particles around her into another Glacial Triangle. But before she could throw the hoarfrost arrow at her enemy, the violet Mobian felt a sharp pain in her left side. It didn’t take the clever canine but a second to figure out the cause of the fresh cut on her body. And as she realized her saber was being used against her, Blaire knew she had to get it back. Several more slashes came at her, followed by a barrage of kicks. Even considering the circumstances, Blaire could tell that Blader was swinging the metallic blue sword with reckless ineptness, quite incongruent of the tactful panache of how the dog herself used it. When one has trained with such a weapon as long as the O.R.D agent had, then it becomes easy to tell the difference between amateur and professional swordsmen. Of course, even with Blader’s inexperience, Blaire didn’t count on all the other slashes missing. To do so would be a possibly fatal mistake. But with her eyesight as damaged as it was, trying to dodge all those hacks as well as the kicks would not be a simple task in the least. So it was of no surprise that the demonic creature that was her opponent got some attacks in edgewise. However, the Siberian Husky still had that Glacial Triangle in the palm of her gloved hand. And she was going to use it. With a flick of her wrist, Blaire flung that ice arrow in the direction where she expected Blader to be, having a feeling that was going to hit, considering how close the two were to one another. Of course, she could be wrong. (Bangle Charge: 90%)



Badx	Oct 11 2009, 05:56 PM Post #28
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Despite being an amateur at best Blader could feel a successful strike every so often. The blade would tug slightly when it made contact, and at times trickles of blood would hit against his face. “Hah, not too fun is it!?” The boy was obviously amused with himself, apparently thinking that in-between the kicks and cuts he could put Blaire in the same state of disrepair he was in. Unfortunately his barrage would come to an untimely end. Something that managed to be even colder than the air surrounding the cyrokinetic husky connected with his stolen saber. Unable to compete with the force of the projectile the blade was knocked from the devil’s boy hands and in to the depths of the arena. The reverberation caused from its metallic edge hitting off the grated flooring went unnoticed by Blader; the only thing he could perceive were faint bits of sound that happened to be loud enough to be picked up by his damaged hearing. “Am I…?” Realizing that speaking aloud would be ill advised Blader instead reached for the bottle of water in his back pocket. His close proximity to the cold air had caused small chunks of ice to form inside, but it still had some use. Unscrewing the cap with his teeth the devil boy then proceeded to swipe the open bottle across the air, releasing it’s contents. “…!” Though he was unable to hear what was said, he hoped it was something along the lines of “Freeze” With this minor distraction set up Blader jumped back to gain some distance between himself and his opponent, if his feet made any noticeable sound then wasn’t any way to tell. Checking to see if by some mistake his hair ears had been chopped off and realizing they were in near perfect condition the strange adolescent came to the conclusion that he must have been going deaf. Really, here? Now!? Still unsure if the fluctuations in hearing were due to a side-effect of the gas Blader made due with what he did best, he whipped out the partially loaded firearm and released the remaining shots from its cartridge. The shots were poorly aimed, they weren't really aimed at all, but with any luck one might cause some critical damage. [Ammo Count: 0/15] Edited by Badx, Oct 11 2009, 08:02 PM.



HollyYoshi	Oct 13 2009, 08:51 AM Post #29
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Like Blader, Blaire’s hearing had been damaged quite a bit. Unlike the demonic delinquent, however, the Siberian Husky had yet to go deaf. Thus, she could still easily hear the shrill clank of her saber hitting the metal grating. “Ah-ha!” With that cry of joy, the canine was off in an attempt to reclaim her Sapphire Blade. However, as she turned towards the direction of the metallic clank, she felt freezing liquid hit her back, drenching her trench coat. Yet aside from this little discomfiture, Blaire suffered no negative repercussions. How could she? Sure it was only thirty-two degrees out, but that was warm as far this cold weather canine was concerned. To her, that splash of water was the equivalent of what a young child would feel during an initial run through a sprinkler during a heat wave-nice and refreshing. And as the dog resumed running towards where she had heard her weapon land, she couldn’t help but laugh at Blader. “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I thought you knew; we Siberian Huskies can take freezing cold temperatures in even the negative range! And you can’t freeze me with that small amount of water.” Instinctly placing a paw over her nostrils, Blaire dove into that noxious miasma. Her eyes still closed, the violet-furred Mobian settled for pawing around the floor. Several seconds of this later, her hands brushed against the smooth, polished steel of what could have only been the Sapphire Blade. The dog smiled to herself, but as she grabbed the hilt, the sound of gunshots reached her ears. The projectiles had been terribly aimed, but that didn’t stop one from blasting through Blaire’s shoulder. And as the canine clutched the fresh wound while slowly getting to her feet, she could think of just one thing. “You may think you’re hot stuff Blader. But mark my words, you will lose. That, I promise.” (Bangle Charge: 80%)



Badx	Oct 18 2009, 10:05 AM Post #30
The airbrush is my bitch Posts: 484 Group: C-Rank Soldier Member #4,230 Joined: December 11, 2007	Come on, come on! Blader desperately scrambled to reload his firearm, with his hearing put out of commission it was his official saving grace. It was a long and arduous process, having to pocket the gun while holding the magazine in his mouth. Grabbing a handful of bullets he poured them in, several falling to the floor. Knowing that there’d be little time to go through this process again the devilesque creature loading the cartridge and let the gun lay sedentary, waiting until a moment where Blaire’s exact location would be known. “Shut up, I know what I’m doing! I can still win this!” Noticeably stressed and speaking to himself, the devil boy began darting about the arena with his good arm outstretched. Though he no longer had a plan, Blader did have a means of locating the Siberian Husky, as he ran around the gas chamber the demonic creature could feel the cold air through his thin coat, when he was near Blaire it was freezing, and yet when some distance was put between the two the temperature seemed only slightly lower than what it originally was. Still feeling the sting from the canine’s arrow the boy was beginning to wonder if she was to blame for the sudden change in atmosphere. Whether that was the case or not he was about to find out, either the devil boy would eventually ram in to the husky or he’d be hit by another arrow from a direction different from the one he was heading in. It was seemingly foolproof, save for the fact Blader was risking taking another hit. He had already lost a staggering amount of blood over the course of the fight, even losing the use of one of his arms. There was more blood on the arena floor than there was in his body, something that was rather disadvantageous to one who wanted to continue the fight. The boy was beginning to feel lightheaded, this time it was actually due to blood loss. All the tufts of cloth in the world wouldn’t be able to properly bandage him up, though he still preferred to try. Feeling the air around him drop to the freezing temperature it was at before Blader set the medical attention aside, preparing for a possible strike. If he was lucky, Blaire really was the source of the cold air, and he would plow right into her with his fist. If he was wrong, maybe he’d be able to take the next hit and keep moving. [Ammo Count: 7/15]



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