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| =SB= Tournament 3 FINALS; Blaire vs. Auriel | |
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Clank! Steel met steel as the two Mobian’s swords clashed against each other, sparks flying from the blades. All at once, in a move that was very familiar to Blaire, Auriel gyrated around in a counterclockwise fashion. As he did so, the Sapphire Blade was averted up and to her right, causing the canine to lean back a little bit. It was then that steel broke fabric and blood vessels as her opponent’s blade dug into her right paw. A small wave of pain shot through her hand, radiating from that incision. Had she had the time, she would have clutched at the wound in pain, teeth locked against each other in an endeavor to keep from crying out. However, as Fate would have it, Auriel wasn’t quite done. The armored Mobian kept on rotating, swinging his sword in a smooth arc. This time, however, that blade would not perforate any part of Blaire’s body. As that weapon came at her, the purple-furred Mobian sidestepped to her left, swinging her own saber downwards to counter the strike from her opponent. In a bit of déjà vu, the two blades connected with a resounding clank-only this time, no sparks were ignited. “And now…” Using the two swords as a lever and fulcrum, Blaire sprang into the air, twisting her body into a fancy back flip as she carried herself over Auriel’s head. The soles of her puce boots slammed into the linoleum terrazzo, the dog herself shifting her body into a crouch. With a satisfied smirk on her face following that successful dodge, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent glanced towards her opponent, who was more than a swords length-his sword to be precise-away. “I’ll bet he never expected that.” As she stood up, Blaire took a moment to think about what her next tactic should be. After all, she couldn’t just rush right in and start swinging her sword around like a mad dog, pun not intended. No, she was going to have to be far more strategic then that. “Okay, my opponent is a skilled swordsman who happens to wear armor. I could try and pierce his chest plate again, but that attack was kind of a failure,” the husky thought, remembering her last attack on Auriel. “Hmm, his face is unprotected, for the most part. I could attack that, maybe with a piercing attack.” Blaire hesitated for a moment, knowing just what would occur if she stabbed her foe’s visage with her saber. Of course, she also knew that if she was going to have any chance at winning this clash, she’d have to take risks that she didn’t want too. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t killed before. But this was different then slaying a member of the Klawzax Unit because he was a traitor to all Mobians. Auriel was most certainly not of the dark alignment, this much Blaire could tell. Killing him would be like taking the life of one of her fellow agents. Of course, what other choice did she have? She could wait for Sadistic to come in randomly and declare one of them the victor. However, would that winner really be her? She believed it was very possible, of course. And yet it was better to be safe, then to be sorry. “Okay, I’ve made my decision. I won’t like it, but…” the violet-furred Mobian let out a deep, prolonged sigh. “…It probably has to be done.” Like a bullet from a gun, Blaire shot forward, her reflections in the mirrors smeared as she made her way through the hallway of that labyrinth. As she dashed, her cobalt eyes caught sight of the numerous glass shards scattered about the linoleum flooring. A light bulb suddenly went off in her head; she could find some use for these mirror pieces. And not just as an imitation of her Glacial Triangle. Not breaking her stride, the Siberian Husky bent down and scooped up one of the larger glass portions, this one about a foot long, she reckoned. With this in paw, the dog increased her speed, feet pounding against the semi-polished terrazzo. “This is going to work. I can feel it! I will be the victor of this match! I will be the one to bring an end to Sadistic’s reign of terror. And I will be the one to save everyone. Yes, me. For it’s my duty as a Freedom Fighter and member of the Oakland Resistance Division.” At just the right distance away from the wall Blaire leapt, twisting her body so the soles of her boots reflected across that mirror. Said soles then slammed right into the large looking glass, the impact cracking it ever so slightly. Not wasting a single moment, the purple Siberian Husky proceeded to push off with her legs, sending herself soaring through the air and towards Auriel. “Victory will be mine!” In a bit of role reversal, Blaire tossed that piece of mirror like a reflective Frisbee, the serrated object spinning in a circle-just like the popular toy itself. Only with the power to slice and dice. However, that was not what the purple-furred Mobian had planned to do with it. Oh no. She wanted that portion of the maze’s mirrors to act as a distraction. It was quite simple, yet brilliant. Blaire would toss the large shard, aiming for Auriel’s torso. When, and only when, the echidna moved his sword to block it would the canine bring her own Sapphire Blade up, pointing it right at the echidna’s countenance. If all worked as planned, the dog would drive her sword right in-between Auriel’s eyes. And then she'd be ever closer to ending this madness. “For I. Am. Blaire!” (Bangle Charge: 70%) Edited by HollyYoshi, Apr 23 2010, 04:48 PM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Apr 23 2010, 08:40 PM Post #17 |
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Auriel had dropped to a knee, spinning his sword around for a strike at Blaire's back. Somehow, she had been able to anticipate this, despite the injury to her hand. As his blade swung in its arc, Blaire spun into the blow, bringing her sword to bear. The two weapons collided, and Blaire jumped into the air, using the kinetic energy imparted by Auriel's strike to provide a stable platform to push herself up and over. It was just enough to upset his balance, and he ducked into a roll as his opponent sailed overhead. No doubt Blaire hoped that he was taken unawares, but he had learned in the past to never be so rigid in your plan. A plan was a list of things which probably wouldn't happen. Better to know how to react in the heat of the moment than to anticipate. The roll carried him slightly backward, and he transitioned into a leap which carried him a bit further away from Blaire. As he came down onto his feet, he his sword to a high-guard, expecting an attack. Contrary to his expectation, Blaire had assumed a defensive posture. His counterstrike had taken her aback, it seemed, and she was playing cautious. The pause in combat was starting to churn upon his ire, and his brows narrowed in annoyance. Didn't anyone teach this woman how to fight? If he had his way, he would have been pressing every single advantage he had, just as she should be doing. Ah, now there's an idea. She probably never fought anyone like him before. The civilization from whence he learned his martial trade had long since vanished centuries ago, and his fighting style had all but died out in present times. Rarer still were anyone with magickal technique approaching the sort of prolific malleability that he possessed. If she wanted to take time to determine a method of attack, so be it. Such a time span would only allow him to press his other advantages. Assuming a mid-guard with his sword, he began to recite another litany: "Omnipotent pow'r, soul o' th' Air, in Aurora's name Oi call. Gather an' hold yer ample breath, an' feed th' spark o' fire. Around them, the air began to hum ever so slightly. The volume of the air itself began to thicken as the ratio of oxygen began to expand slowly with each passing second. It really didn't matter if Blaire sensed the change in the air. The increased oxygen would keep the fighters from feeling winded, but if sparks flew from their swords, the intended effect of his spell would become more apparent. Having dithered long enough, Blaire finally launched herself forward like a bolt from an arbalest. She hadn't launched herself directly at Auriel, which did spawn some mild consternation in the space of an eyeblink, until he saw that she had directed herself at a nearby glass wall. Smirking again, Auriel shifted his stance, and drew back his sword to the left like a baseball player at home plate. A split second before she reached the wall, she stooped down mid-sprint and picked up another glass shard. Upon reaching the wall, she rebounded off its surface and leapt directly at Auriel, the glass cracking from the weight being exerted upon it. As he reared back for a clothesline strike, Blaire threw her projectile like a frisbee at his torso. The glass fragment sliced through the section of cloth hanging from his pauldron and embedded itself in the chainmail under his right arm, at the spot just above his 4th rib. Auriel grunted from the impact. Blaire's sword was aimed high, and instinct told him that she was aiming for his face, yet again. Now that his right shoulder was closest to Blaire, the eye slit would be one of the hardest things to hit, but he wasn't merely content to let her miss the target. Auriel ducked into the swing, twisting his wrists and bringing the flat of his sword to bear. Blaire's sword barely missed its mark, glancing off his helmet and producing still more sparks. These new sparks reacted with the increased oxygen in the air and erupted in a small flash of light and fire. An instant later, the flat of his sword impacted diagonally across Blaire's right shoulder, flipping her about in the air like a ragdoll. No doubt she would, like before, lay on the ground stunned. Should that happen, Auriel resolved to dangle his sword above her throat once more. "'Tis twice now yer life would've been forfeit, woman," he would say. "Three strikes and yer out, as th' idiom says. Ye really think t' be th' one t' win? Pah! Oi said prove yer pedigree, not prance about like an insepid lickspittle!" Come what may, he wouldn't let her pause for strategy any longer. The moment she stood to her feet, Auriel would be swinging at her again, seeking to knock her sword aside so as to assail the more vulnerable and vital portions of her body. Blaire had to know how to think on her feet. If she was to be the victor, she had to prove her mettle. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 24 2010, 05:25 AM.
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Apr 24 2010, 10:27 AM Post #18 |
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Blaire had not intended for it to happen, but she was glad it did just the same. Like a Frisbee that glass shard flew, transporting itself towards her opponent’s torso, right below the chest. The Siberian Husky hoped that Auriel would swing his sword upwards to block the attack, allowing her to stab her sword right through his eyes. However, the red-furred echidna did not allow such a thing to happen. Instead, the armored Mobian twisted his body to the side, looking very much like a baseball player. Seeing this, Blaire wondered if he would try to emulate a homerun. Instead, the mirror fragment not only sliced through the piece of fabric that dangled from one of his pauldrons, but it literally entrenched itself into Auriel’s chainmail. As soon as the Siberian Husky saw that large glass shard sticking out of her foe’s right side, just a tad below his ribs, a smug grin crossed her lavender-furred muzzle. “Well, I sure didn’t anticipate that happening. But hey, I’ve now got a new strategy just in case-” “Oh fiddlesticks…” All at once, Auriel bent downwards, circumventing the violet-furred canine’s attack, mostly. For Blaire’s Sapphire Blade did bounce of the armored Mobian’s helmet, causing a series of sparks to leap from the two metals. This little action didn’t startle the purple dog, having been used to swordfights. What did cause a shiver of shock to roll down her spine, was the fact that these embers weren’t contented to just remain small. The blistering sensation of heat reached Blaire’s face, the flames searing the very tips of her fur a dark grey shade. The Siberian Husky clenched her teeth, ivory fangs grinding against each other in an effort to keep herself under her own control, and not the command of the pain she felt. Pain won out, but for one reason, and one reason only. For split second after the fire had erupted, a sharp sting entered the dog’s right shoulder. The flat of Auriel’s sword had slammed right into said shoulder, the impact having enough strength to send her soaring through the air. A small grunt of slight torture escaped her mouth, like trickle of breath filtering through her fangs. Now, Auriel had anticipated that she would end up flat on her back, dazed and confused. However, he knew very little, if anything, about Blaire’s high dexterity. While still in mid-air, the violet-furred Mobian performed a half-flip, easily righting herself. With a soft thud emitting from her puce boots as they hit the terrazzo, the husky found herself in a crouched down position once again, a single knee pressed down against the linoleum floor. When she lifted her head up, Blaire found herself facing Auriel yet again. From what she could tell, there was a tinge of aversion present in the echidna’s face. The canine glanced downwards, beholding the sword tip hovering in close proximity to her throat. In spite of herself, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent allowed a smirk to cross her snout. “Heh, déjà vu.” 'Tis twice now yer life would've been forfeit, woman. Blaire wasn’t at all contented to let Auriel notice even a trace amount of resentment she herself may have felt. Her azure eyes betrayed only calm composure and ardent determination. And her very voice seeped with the unruffled acuity she was known for. “Oh really?” the canine inquired to her opponent’s last statement, one eyebrow raised. Three strikes and yer out, as th' idiom says. “What a fitting statement, considering you acted like a baseball player for a moment there. But in all seriousness, I think you’re the one who’s going to be out in three strikes. I can tell you’re letting your anger get the best of you. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” the dog muttered, shaking her head in disappointment. “Want to know what happened to the last several Mobians that have lost their cool against me in battle? Well, since were part of a cult that actually supports Robotnik and are therefore traitors to Mobius, they are now lying six feet under. Slain by my very own Sapphire Blade.” She finished, her smirk growing into a slightly toothy grin. Ye really think t' be th' one t' win? Pah! “At the rate at which you’re going in this battle, yeah, it’s pretty safe to say I’ll win. I mean, when I bounced off the mirror and sailed towards ya, you just stood there trying to dodge my attack. You could have easily run up to me and slashed your blade across my chest. And what about the times I paused to think up a small strategy? Why, you could have easily caught me then. But noooooo. Instead, you just stood there, seeming like you had no idea what to do.” Pah! Oi said prove yer pedigree, not prance about like an insepid lickspittle! “Let me guess; you’ve never faced a foe like me, right? How many battles have you been in that weren’t just a constant back and forth clash between two swords? Have you ever had to dodge bullets and lasers as they came after you? Have you had to escape an underground lair before bombs went off inside, fighting off enemies along the way? Do you have the lieutenant of an army of traitorous Mobians out for your very head because you defeated them, through a swordfight no less, in the first match you both had? Have your battles been as varied as mine have? Well, have they? ” Blaire questioned, sincerity present in her voice. “If anyone needs to ‘prove their pedigree,’ it’s you.” With those words, said, the Siberian Husky slowly stood up. As soon as her posture was straight, the canine caught sight of swinging steel out of the corner of her eye. Without even a second’s thought, the dog swiftly ducked and slid backwards, effectively evading the strike. Thinking quickly, Blaire swung her own saber at Auriel, the blade giving a low whistle as it moved in a large arc. However, this current attack of hers was as real as a poltergeist-not at all. Oh yes, this Siberian Husky was feinting a slash across the echidna’s left shoulder, before she slid to the right. A split second after this act was performed, Blaire drew her Sapphire Blade back. She then thrust it forward, aiming for the chainmail underneath that one mirror portion she had previously thrown, briefly catching her own reflection inside. After all, if that fragment of glass could embed itself into Auriel’s chainmail, what’s there to stop a far sharper sword from doing the same thing? (Bangle Charge: 80%) |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Apr 24 2010, 10:28 PM Post #19 |
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'So, the same trick doesn't necessarily work twice. At least she's not completely hopeless,' Auriel thought with grim satisfaction. His 'clothesline' strike had swatted her out of the air, but instead of lying on the ground stunned, she used the kinetic energy imparted by the strike to half flip, half twist in the air, landing on her feet. Presenting his right side to her, Auriel moved his sword to her throat once again. Holding his arm straight and rigid was beginning to bother him. That fragment of glass had not only embedded itself through his chainmail, it actually pierced through his gambeson padding to harass his previously concealed and protected skin. Every movement caused a sharp protrusion of the fragment to grate against his skin. It was uncomfortable, but he had dealt with worse in the past. It was a good thing his face was masked by his visor and bevor, or she would notice his discomfort. As they stood there, they again initiated an exchange of words. Blaire's face was impassive, and her eyes betrayed nothing. She played a good poker game, to be sure. Her assumption about his anger was only half true, though. He was indeed annoyed at her seeming inability to fight him on equal ground, but it hadn't yet clouded his judgement and better sense. If she had known him better, she would have known it unnecessary to lecture him on the lives she'd taken in the line of duty. So they were both murderers. Nothing new there.
So the lauded freedom fighter wanted to compare accolades? How stupid was that? Inept or no, he wouldn't let her get away with that one! Smoothly, he transitioned from merely threatening her with his swordtip to swinging broadly at her Sapphire Blade. With deft grace and agility, she ducked and stepped away, her legs curling like dual springs. Reaching the brink of tension, she sprang forward, slashing at his armored left shoulder. By dint of experience and proper tutoring, Auriel had learned to avoid presenting the weak points in his armor as much as possible. The glass fragment had gotten through his defense, but that was permissible, to a point. She had properly used her speed to her advantage, and that sort of quick thinking always proved its merit. A shame she hadn't deigned to take advantage of such swift calculation until now. A slash was merely a slash, and against platemail, would ultimately do nothing, since the point of impact was too wide to break his armor. Taking a step backward, he presented his left shoulder plate to Blaire's strike, and assumed a low-guard. He had been caught wrong-footed as her slash turned out to be a feint. Switching her feet, Blaire drew back her saber, coiling her muscles before lashing out in a thrust aimed at his right shoulder. Readjusting, Auriel attempted to bring up his sword in order to deflect the incoming blade. His blade didn't move fast enough. Blaire's swordtip passed between his breastplate and pauldron, embedding itself into the chainmail underneath. His sword had turned the thrust into a mostly glancing blow, but it was still enough to break chainmail links, rip the gambeson cloth underneath, and shred the skin under that. Auriel snarled from the impact. The injury began to sting like he had been branded with a hot iron poker, and no doubt blood would soon soak into his gambeson. This wasn't time to fuss about such things. As long as he didn't directly lay eyes on it, he could shut out the pain for a while. Time for a change in tactics. Releasing his left hand, Auriel reached over Blaire's left arm, latching onto the left lapel on her jacket. With her blade still embedded into the chainmail and pressing into his wound, he pulled her close, temporarily immobilizing her. "Wat's this? Ye want t' compare battle records wit' me," he snarled at her. "Think yerself so high an' mighty 'cause Oi've not faced today's horrors? Ye think because I wear this armor, Oi've no higher knowledge? They had lasers in Echidnapolis back in my day, lackluster brat! An' while ye've engaged in some sort o' unit versus unit combat, ye've 'ad lost history to thank for not knowin' th' enemy Oi've faced. The Amagan Empire stood firm against th' Eurasian Union fer hundreds o' years. Against th' gun, th' tank an' 'owitzers, we brought sword, shield, cannon an' magick, an' we fought them t' a standstill! Oi've commanded armies against th' fires o' hell! Oi've slain hundreds o' humans like yer vaunted Doctor Robotnik! YE DINNAE SCARE ME, LITTLE GIRL!" As he launched his tirade, he stood fast against her struggling. As she strove to pull away from him, he leaned forward, arching up his neck and forcing his eye slit wide. His last sentence became a roar, and just before he shoved her away from him, he hawked up, then spat blood at her eyes. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 24 2010, 10:31 PM.
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Apr 25 2010, 12:28 AM Post #20 |
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“Oh yes, I am good. I am very, very good” Blaire’s little ruse had worked perfectly. As the Siberian Husky performed her feint, a slash at Auriel’s left shoulder, he caught note of the ‘attempted’ strike. Acting with little delay, the echidna decided to safeguard himself against the attack, moving a single step backwards and twisting his body slightly so that his pauldron was right in front of the dog’s sword. Only, the metallic blue saber was no longer at his leftmost side. For the red-furred Mobian had bought Blaire’s ploy quite nicely, allowing her to pierce her Sapphire Blade through the chainmail on the echidna’s right. Just as she had desired it to. And such an move had to be rather detrimental to her opponent; after all, a sword embedded into one’s body carried quite a bit of pain into it. “Heh, at this rate, I’ll be done with this match in no time!” the canine mused, a satisfied smirk plastered on her snout. She slowly started to pull her saber out of Auriel’s body, her eyes locked firmly onto him. The young Mobian figured he would try some sort of attack, and therefore she had to be ready for it. But it was not some kind of damaging maneuver that Auriel performed. Instead, he let loose his left hand from the hilt of his sword. Before Blaire had time to completely pull her Sapphire Blade out of her adversary’s chest, she felt the revere of her trench coat being pulled swiftly towards the armored echidna. Obviously, the dog too found herself mere centimeters from the armored Mobian. And once again, Auriel had decided to lecture the Siberian Husky through the use of blatant anger. As if his words would really affect her! Ha! Blaire wasn’t one to lose her cool so easily; her foe should have realized that by now. Thus, when he spoke, the canine remained as calm as ever; Think yerself so high an' mighty 'cause Oi've not faced today's horrors? “If you want to know the truth; no.” Ye think because I wear this armor, Oi've no higher knowledge? “Not at all.” They had lasers in Echidnapolis back in my day, lackluster brat! At that comment, Blaire had to roll her eyes in resentment, briefly breaking her iron composure. Lackluster indeed! Who was the one who figured out how to use the mirror shards as weapons? Who was the one that decided to use a mirror as a launching platform? Who was the one with creativity in their attacks? Oh yeah, that’s right; her. “Well, excuse me for not knowing anything about Echidnapolis or having not heard about it at all until you mentioned something.” YE DINNAE SCARE ME, LITTLE GIRL! The purple husky scoffed at this comment, one ear twitching to the side. “And you don’t send a shiver up my spine right now, either. And another thing…” the Oakland Resistance Division Agent allowed a smug grin to cross onto her lavender snout, as she shook her head in dissatisfaction. Dissatisfaction at Auriel’s actions, that is. “Temper, temper, temper. You know what that means? Three strikes, yeeeeerrrrrr out!” “Take me out to the tourna…uh, no, I am not going there." Without warning the blood splattered against Blaire’s eyes, forcing them shut like security hall doors. Momentarily preoccupied by this sudden distraction, the Siberian Husky didn’t have much time to react when Auriel threw her-and her saber, which emitted what could only be described as a sound similar to that of a suction cup being yanked off a window- off of him. Actually, her response time was cut to almost zero, to tell the truth. With a loud thud resonating from the point of impact, the violet dog landed on her back, her head smacking against the linoleum terrazzo the hardest. For a moment she lay there, softly moaning in pain, almost like a teenager that had pulled an all-nighter and had been woken up that very morning to go to school. “I really wish he hadn’t done that.” Blaire thought with some disgust, rolling onto her abdomen and slowly getting to her feet. It was then that she beheld it; There, a ways in front of her, was the mirror she had used previously as sort of a springless springboard to launch herself at Auriel. The cold-weather canine only needed to catch a glimpse, just a mere foretaste, at the crack crawling like vines up the glass for an idea to form in the pool of her mind. A smug grin was present on her muzzle as she turned to face the armored Mobian that was her foe, the canine anticipating what would happen when she put her idea into motion. Before the Siberian Husky brought her plan to light however, she was going to try and land a couple more hits on her foe. The hiatus had been brief, a few seconds at the most, if even that. Surely Auriel wouldn’t lecture her again, right? Clutching tightly the hilt of her Sapphire Blade, Blaire executed a trio of maneuvers, only the final one being a genuine attack. The first technique was a hopefully convincing feint to the echidna’s right, where his torn chainmail hung from his body like peeling wallpaper from a partition. Swiftly, the canine then ducked and slid off to the right, slashing at the semi-fragile chainmail on her adversary’s left. This too, was no more than a simple hoax, a trick that would, with a bit of luck, allow Blaire to come in and execute an attack-a real attack that is. She raised that sword up, the tip of the blue blade pointing towards the linoleum floor. A smirk present on her lavender-furred snout, the dog thrust the saber downwards, hoping for the blade to pierce through Auriel’s left boot. "You are going down! Down I say!" (Bangle Charge: 90%) |
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| Lord Bowie | May 5 2010, 10:35 PM Post #21 |
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This match.. wow.. I think that if I kept the system as is, there would be absolutely no way to decide a winner. I've been sitting here for half an hour now with 8 tens in front of my face and I don't see how TUC would fare any better considering that both of you were so determined to smash eachother. Couldn't have asked for a better finals, the problem being that it is nearly impossible to choose on the normal grading scale, so I'm breaking the system down into half-points, that way I don't have to be called up for a tie-breaker (hopefully) as I don't want to be a heartbreaker. Blaire Fair Play: 9.5/10 - Ow. I feel the pain from the explosions, shards, and slicing.. top it all off with a big thump on the head and you get what I'd say a trip through a meat grinder. The only issue I seemed to have is that you would bounce back from certain incidents at a slightly fast tick.. by that I mean, one moment you're pulling a glass shard out of your neck (something that I'd deem pretty serious) and the next you are flying up to Auriel and chopping away. Grammar: 10/10 - You had a couple minor issues, mostly some mistaken missing spaces and whatnot, but nothing horribly major. Adaptation to Environment: 10/10 - I really did imagine a closed top to the maze, however, I didn't state it specifically so your fancy twirly use of scouting out and attacking Auriel is fair game, and the creativity earned you the edge. Entertainment: 8.5/10 - Under any other circumstances this would EASILLY be a 10, but the implication of a teeter-totter grading system on my part (I'm not sure how TUC will approach his scoring) helped slide you down a peg and a half. I loved the creative attacks that added to your adaptation score, but ultimately here it's your opponent's experienced that helped him a tad bit. I enjoy Blaire's upbeat "you can't get me down" personality but there was a sense of urgency that was missing in almost all of the posts overall outside of the events directly after the vacuum attack. But my main concern was primarily the OOC elements where you were describing the situation and always managed to mention how she is a Oakland Resistance Division Agent. It felt like those 4 words, the first 3 even moreso, were being shoved in my face and bored into my skull. If your character wasn't speaking it then you were in one way or another, and it seemed excessive.. furthermore it broke fluidity where a "she" or "experienced agent" "veteran agent" "seasoned agent" or "agent" could have easily been substituted. I know it's nitpicking, but when I get a certain line rained down on me, it is annoying on a multitude of levels. I let you get away with it prior because you were basically smashing all of your opponents into the dust, but in a down to the wire confrontation like this, I had to nitpick as much as possible. Auriel Fair Play: 10/10 - I'm starting to wonder if Auriel even looked half-living by the time this match was over.. he sure will have some new marks and scars to show for the fight. You both were exceptional as far as not forcing shots and being believable, and the both of you took a hell of a pounding. Grammar: 9.5/10 - There were some minor minor errors but not enough to detract from the score. Both you and Blaire garnered 10's here but she had one less minor issue. So slightly less minor grants the edge. And I still remember the typo from your one sleepy post that I helped you pick up on. (please don't stomp me) Adaptation to Environment: 9/10 - Your glass shattering shenanigans were your primary powerful use of the arena, while impressive and 10 garnering.. the desire for me to break ties compared with Blaire's use of the mirrors prompted the dock. Entertainment: 10/10 - Your words flowed and you RPed with purpose, and you had some tricks up your.. chainmail sleeves. You even had a dastardly spit of blood to the eyes to include with your repertoire of abuse. It was a tough call to decide a victor here.. Blaire - 38 Auriel - 38.5 TUC.. welcome to hell, you're up. |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | May 7 2010, 03:45 AM Post #22 |
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Oh man, I hate you right now.  Lady Fury, someone shoot me... I was kinda hoping to get my judging in before Bowie so I didn't feel like some kind of portent of doom, which has been the pattern since we started practically... *facepalm* Gah. This was physically painful to mark, seeeing as you're both exceptional RPers, each with your own individual talents, quirks and styles, and it's really like evaluating fruits of the malus genus against those of the citrus genus... But what is a fruit? A miserable pool of juices! BUT ENOUGH TALK! Have at you! *swift prayer to Her Most Righteous of Retributive Goddesses* BLAIRE Fair Play: 10/10 -Geez, death by a thousand cuts much? And when you were sent hurtling into that mirror that one time, I realised that you kinda foreshadowed that in your first or second post. That's what I call thinking ahead! Grammar: 10/10 -Nothin' new to report. Adaptation to Environment: 10/10 -Well well! Using the environment to your advantage considerably there! I never would have thought of using glass shards as weapons- oh wait, I have... ^_^;; Well, I certainly didn't expect anyone to use broken mirror bits like that anyway. And I wasn't aware that we had no ceiling; your sudden leap onto the top of the mirrors caught me by surprise (but hey, we built the arenas using magic, unexpected results are par for the course XD), though it was quite effective and opened up that attack from above, which was quite nifty. Entertainment: 9.5/10 -'Oakland Resistance Division Agent'. I really, REALLY wanted to sketch a picture of you chasing Bowie and I with a hammer bearing those words on the side, but alas, the end result sucked, so I shredded it. Ah well, ah well. While the whole 'I. AM. BLAIRE' thing was kinda cool... eh... I was sorta sitting there thinking, "Well yes, but that sort of statement is better off ending with 'SPARTAN!' or 'GOD!' or 'CHUCK NORRIS!' or 'THE CHOSEN ONE!', unless the character in question has amnesia, in which case it would make more sense." Nnf. Didn't have as much impact as I'm sure you were intending. As mentioned in Adaptation, bloody ingenius use of the mirrors, and it was quite interesting to see that you left some of the shards in to prevent bleeding out. I've seen many people just yank it all out and not think of what damage such action normally entails. I see you know what to do the next time someone gets shot with an arrow.  I think what really struck me this match, however, was that usual determination faltering for a moment and then coming back five times stronger! I really liked that refusal to give up; epic resurgence of courage is epic! TALANCIR Fair Play: 10/10 -Bits of mirror can cut through chainmail? >_> Okaaaay, I'm gonna go upgrade to scale I'm thinkin'... The incantations took a fair while to execute, and we our first real taste of the Backlash in this round of the tournament, I believe (and how!). Kinda uncomfortable about the 10, considering the grace and speed the counters were being dished out, especially considerin' all that armour, but I think the damage you suffered in the process of it all just tips it back. JUST. Or maybe it's just the 'for the sake of the tale over the sake of realism' side of me raging against my logic. Not entirely sure. Grammar: 10/10 -Nothin' new to report. Adaptation to Environment: 10/10 -Was tempted to say 9 here, but THE IMPLOSION! Oh man, that was awesome, and quite an astounding bit of writing too. Lesser RPers would have written their reaction to such an assault with considerably less detail, but that was everything I would have expected in the face of a magical implosion. You didn't use your environment so much as break as much of it as you could get your hands on, but the way you did it definitely deserves a 10. Entertainment: 10/10 -Holy crap character development? O_O I was pleasantly surprised by the slow change in attitude towards your opponent... I don't think anyone's done that before... Hum. Your use of flashbacks was well-placed and had actual relevance to the events, so that was good. You also got snuck a lot of questionable stuff under the radar thanks to that thick Irish/Scottish accent (I'm wondering if I'm even interpreting half of it right, knowing me, I probably ain't), but character flavour, what the heck. And as usual, a crazy-skilled use of combat techniques. That book of yours needs to be outlawed, I swear it's blessed artefact or something. My marks stand at: BLAIRE: 39.5 TALANCIR: 40 Added up to Bowie's, we've got... shit, Bowie, make me use my gorram calculator why don't you? *taptaptap* I hate mathemathics... BLAIRE: 77.5 TALANCIR: 78.5 And the deed hath been done. Edited by Tora Unlimited Crusader, May 7 2010, 03:46 AM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | May 10 2010, 10:42 AM Post #23 |
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Blaire recovered from being thrown, disgust written plain on her blood mottled face as she stood to face him once more. She obviously didn't like that sudden change of events. Auriel had to admit that it was a dishonorable move to spit blood in her eyes, but this was far from an honorable tournament, and she was not nearly so noble in her actions during this match, either. It was time to bring this to a close. Blaire had glanced briefly away, and returned her attentions to him with a grin on her face. She had to be planning something, and she tensed in anticipation of springing forward once again. Auriel crouched, waiting for her move. As she sprang into action, so did he, closing the distance between the two combatants. Her dash forward became a jab aimed at his right shoulder. She was probably aiming to thrust under his pauldron again. Little did she consider how lucky a shot it was. His pauldron was large, covering the part where his breastplate ended, and overlapping with the plate mail covering his upper arm. Moreover, she had not really wiped the blood from her eyes. Her partially obscured vision ought to play nicely into Auriel's riposte. Blaire's saber jabbed at his shoulder, and Auriel tucked his elbow flush against his waist, trying to eliminate the gaps between his pauldron and chest plate. In the next instant, Blaire pulled away, ducking as she manipulated her blade out of the feint at his right side. She now directed her aim at his left shoulder, which wasn't nearly as covered by plate mail as his right side. An abrupt change in tactics were in order. His left hand left his sword, and he wrenched his shoulder upward, barely dodging the blade as it dove under his armpit. Instinct took over. As her hand began to pass his armpit, Auriel hooked his arm under the handguard, pinning the blade tightly between his arm and his torso. Auriel's experience in extreme close-quarters came to the forefront, and he dropped his sword. As the sword clattered to the ground between them, Auriel twisted counterclockwise, clenching his right fist and pulling it back. Blaire's hand, weakened from loss of blood and the injury from Auriel's earlier counter-strike, was wrenched violently, and her grip on her saber's handle failed. Auriel felt her grip on the saber give way, and before she could fully react, he twisted back around, bringing his armored fist to bear against her solar plexus. His fist connected, and Blaire buckled forward as the air rushed out of her lungs. Somehow, she stayed on her feet, and Auriel threw another right handed punch at her jaw, snapping her head about wildly. She staggered backward, and Auriel pushed her with his right side into the glass wall behind her. Before she sagged completely onto the floor, he grabbed her sword from between his left arm and torso, and propped her up by forcing the blade against the lower part of her jaw with both his hands. Sparing a second to lift his visor with his left hand, he stared at her, waiting for her to recover. "It is within moi pow'r t' destroy ye," Auriel managed, breathing heavily from the effort he put forth in the match. "Have ye any fight left to ye?" It took a moment for Blaire to recover from the shock. Pain swam through her senses; pain from Auriel's wrenching maneuver on her hand, pain from the uppercut and the blow to her diaphragm, and pain from the various other injuries she systained in the fight. Shock and surprise were broadcast from her eyes. "Not much... I admit," Blaire gasped as she fought to regain her breath. "You have some... very nice skills. I'm... quite impressed. But, do you really... think I would surrender... after having come this far? When the.. very life of my boyfriend is in danger? Hardly. And of course, there are the... others that are trapped wherever the judges sent them. Besides, you've yet to see my true prowess... as a fighter. Just you wait. I think you'd be pleasantly surprised." Auriel smirked. She fights to the death. This was good. She had potential as well, and could probably be retrained with some proper direction. "Th' time 'as long passed since ye should've used yer ace in th' hole. Oi admire yer spirit, but ye've reached yer limit. Victory is mine. Yer life is forfeit, an' belongs t' me." Blaire's eyes widened ever so slightly, the emotions from before replaced by nervousness. It seemed that her future was now cast in a shadow of uncertainty. "Believe me, if I could have used my 'ace in the hole,' as you put it, I would have. However," she paused, licking her lips to ward off a sudden dryness in her mouth, "There is this prerequisite I must have first. And I have yet to obtain it." Auriel harrumphed. Yes, she could definitely benefit from more training. Gently, he relaxed his grip of the sword against her throat, and dropped her Sapphire Blade just off to the side. "Oi require yer aid now t' overcome this evil. Should we make it out o' 'ere alive, ye owe me a lifedebt, t' be repaid as Oi see fit." She probably never heard anything like that before. Blaire's eyes narrowed slightly. Without removing her eyes from her opponent, she stooped low, recovering her saber. It took a moment before she finally responded. "Very well then. I'll help you to the best of my ability. I just hope the judges actually give us a fair fight." Auriel hoped that she was s good as her word. Turning slightly away, he took a few respectful steps backward, and recovered his own discarded sword. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, May 13 2010, 12:25 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | May 11 2010, 09:15 PM Post #24 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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(with this I shall be reopening the thread to begin the final confrontation, the valid fighters being Auriel and Blaire, fighting to survive and save fallen comrades in this tournament... and the duo of judges that have imprisoned the group, Sadistic and Timotheus. Each fighter will be allowed ONE post [This post does not count towards my 1] and the end result is already scripted out for the most part, TUC and I just wanted personal interaction between the 4 of us to add to the elements. I'd prefer an order of: -Blaire or Auriel -TUC -Blaire or Auriel (whoever didn't make the first post) -Me)) clap.. clap.. clap.. clap "Congratulations Ironclad warrior.." Sadistic chimed as the Hall of Mirrors melted into a blank dark canvas of floor, revealing the dark duo of judges. "You have fought well and earned your freedom... " Sadistic brings rise to the two stone towers that held the loved ones to the two combatants.. With a snap of his fingers they both awaken (document their reaction at this very moment in your responses please), the soul-less menace smiles for a few moments, before another snap sent Timotheus into action, who proceeded to break the towers down into dust. "Though I'm sorry, I can't risk allowing excess baggage free of this realm.. It's funny what you realize when you think back on words.. I never promised anything, they just gave you the motivation to fight harder than you would have otherwise... and now that the deed is done, the pawns are no longer needed." A grimly quiet laugh escaped his toothy expressionism as he wiped his hands, presumably of excess chalk dust. Several moments pass as Sadisitic could confirm what his ears had heard, the both of them were going to make a stand and confront them. "But no worries, from what I can tell, you will be joining them both shortly.." With a soft chuckle he continues to the tune of "This isn't a time for pride or righteousness.. you've seen what Timotheus and I are capable of, you couldn't beat us at full strength... and you both are fatigued and beaten. You act like you wish to challenge us, yet you're barely fit to stand. What do you honestly plan to do?" Timotheus approaches the vicinity as Sadistic continues on.. "You mortals and your resilience, and your compassion will always intrigue me. What's bewildering is that you actually believe you can overcome us where so many other legions of souls have failed. Raising his arms, a white hole appears slowly, sending fragments of lights every which way, and bringing life to a world consumed in darkness. The life, however, was not happy. Masses of dark silhouettes, shouting and banging against the air, cursing the judges and crying in sorrow and pain, blanketed the view of the surrounding atmosphere. Included with the group was the group of fighters recently added to the void, they looked as if they were drained and exhausted as the realm drew on their life force to fuel all of the events. "I would like to introduce you to my collection, thousands of souls collected through an innumerable amount of tournaments past. They give me strength, and seeing their suffering, anguish, and anger brings me great pleasure. The both of you will make fine additions, If you would please so kindly step into the pit... and save us all the trouble." And then.. a stare down.. a calm before the storm to come. Taking on the judges should be an impossible task, but when backed into a corner, with nowhere to go but toward your captors.. You'll take those odds, you eye each other for the briefest moments and prepare your response. |
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The sound of clapping entered Blaire’s ears, the din one of steady cadence. The Siberian Husky turned her head to see Sadistic approaching her and Auriel, a baleful grin present on his visage. Congratulations Ironclad warrior… As the hedgehog spoke, the mirrors making up the bulk of the battlefield slowly melted into the floor, turning the terrazzo a dark black hue. You have fought well and earned your freedom. Blaire stepped forward, the soles of her puce boots gently tapping the floor. The canine’s cerulean eyes were narrowed into fine slits, her visage betraying some sort of calm anger. Now was the time for the judges to pay their dues. “Yes he did. Now, if you would be so kind as to free everyone you’ve trapped, we shall be on our merry way, o…kay?” There was a small tremor underfoot as a pair of stone pillars rose up from the ground, splitting the area around them in sort of a crooked spider web-type shape. Blaire gasped when she saw who was in the leftmost column-Lance. The violet-furred husky approached her boyfriend, still walking when she heard Sadistic snap his fingers. A low moan came from Lance as he came to, blinking his eyes to clear the sleepiness he obviously felt. “Wha…huh? Where am I? How…Blaire?!” “Yes Lance, it’s me.” the dog said, forcing a smile. “But…how? I thought you were…” The sky blue Siberian Husky had no time to finish. For at that moment, the sinister hedgehog responsible for this nightmare snapped his fingers once again. This time, Timotheus stepped forward, proceeding to shatter the pilasters into mere dust-And taking Lance with it. Blaire…was stunned. The purple dog fell to her knees, shock and alarm etched firmly on her countenance. Beads of tears slowly ran down her face, darkening her fur. “No….” she whispered softly, not wanting to believe what had happened. Though I’m sorry, I can’t risk allowing excess baggage free of this realm. With a swift twist of her head, Blaire glared at the yellow-furred fox. She could not believe what he had just said; Sorry? He was…sorry?! He was sorry that him and Sadistic trapped them in a realm separate from the real world? He was sorry they sent several fighters into yet another realm? He was sorry that he had sent the loved ones to their dooms? No…no, if he was truly sorry, everyone would be back in their own worlds, going about their own lives. It’s funny what you realize when you think back on words…I never promised anything. They just gave you the motivation to fight harder than you would have otherwise…and now that the deed is done, the pawns are no longer needed. Blaire slowly stood up, locking eyes with the two judges. The grip on her saber was tighter than it had ever been before as she spoke to the two sinister immortal Mobians. “You’ve really gone and done it this time. I swear, by the bottom of my heart, I will avenge Lance. And every other creature you’ve imprisoned over the centuries.” Charge complete. Affect will activate in five seconds. The Siberian Husky chanced a quick glance at her Cryokinetic Bangle, noticing the now green gauge had completely filled up. Quickly, she stepped away from Auriel-she wasn’t so sure how well the armored echidna would be able to handle the freezing cold temperatures that would soon plague a constant area of a few feet around the canine. The dog stopped when she was several feet away. Auriel would most likely be able to feel a slight chill, but that was it. And what was the now thirty-two degree temperature to the Siberian Husky herself? Pure bliss. To Blaire, standing in that cold circle was like taking a warm bath. The canine, eyes half closed, smiled to herself. The chill seemed to numb the pain she felt due to her wounds, allowing her to focus on the upcoming battle, and not on them. And her bangle couldn’t have (bar while she was still in a skirmish with Auriel of course) come at a better time. For now the husky could use her trump card. A stream of blue wind surrounded Blaire’s left hand, snaking in and out through her fingers. The Freedom Fighter glanced at Auriel, giving him a little wink. “Now you’re about to see my best power-Cryokinesis. What do you say? Shall we show these miscreants what happens when they cross us?” the dog asked, a smirk present on her lavender-furred muzzle. But no worries. From what I can tell, you will be joining them both shortly… “I don’t think so. But if I do end up dying today, you’re both coming with me. Mark my words.” This isn’t a time for pride or righteous…you’ve seen what Timotheus and I are capable of. You couldn’t beat us at full strength…and you are both fatigued and beaten. You act like you wish to challenge us, yet you’re barely fit to stand. What do you honestly plan to do? “I’ll tell you what we plan to do; we plan to prevail over you.” You mortals and your resilience, and your compassion will always intrigue me. What’s bewildering is that you actually believe you can overcome us where so many other legions of souls have failed. Blaire was about to speak when Sadistic raised his arms, a white hole slowly forming behind him. The canine shut tight those azure eyes of hers, for the light emitting from the vortex was blinding. And when she finally did garner the strength to reopen those cerulean irises of hers, she was greeted by a plethora of screaming figures, their silhouettes enveloping a great deal of the background like black paint being poured on the walls. I would like to introduce you to my collection; thousands of souls collected through an innumerable amount of tournaments past. They give me strength, and seeing their suffering, anguish, and anger brings me great pleasure. The both of you will make fine additions. If would, please so kindly step into the pit…and save us all the trouble. “Not on my watch.” Blaire stuck her swordpoint in the ground, the steel tip digging into the ebony floor. The canine herself stood arms length, her left paw planted firmly on her hip. The canine’s eyes glowed with fiery determination, the determination of one who, no matter what, was going to fight to the very end. This time, Blaire Fields would not back down. |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | May 16 2010, 01:25 AM Post #26 |
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【The Knight of Tigers 】
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When the husky delivered her defiant rebuttal against Sadistic, Timotheus gave a soft 'ha!' of amusement. He hadn't expected both finalists to come out of the last match alive, but in hindsight, it was bound to occur with two such 'honourable' souls being pitted against one another. And to think that the judges had thought such practices of leaving opponents alive had been sorted out by now... "Resistance is futile," he said in his usual level tones, "Whether you fight your fate or not is meaningless in the end; either way, just one of us is sufficient to sweep you both aside. I'm sure you recall what happened to our... ex-associate. My colleague here wasn't even trying that time either," he added with the slightest tilt of his head in Sadistic's direction. "Nevertheless, if you insist on making our jobs all the more complex... I sincerely hope you're prepared to face the consequences." For possibly the first time during his stint as a judge, the warlocke appeared to display a touch of emotion; a slight softening of his voice that emphasised his last sentence. Whether this tiny slip of his usually impassive mask was a trick - or something deeper - was yet to be seen. More importantly, he was making his move. Apparently recovering from his brief hesitation, he raised his arm at the elbow and snapped his fingers, creating a tiny hail of magical sparks that spun around his fingers. Around and around they danced, inches from his fingertips, making a barely perceptible hum as the sparks whirled through the air like a swarm of bees. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jun 7 2010, 09:24 PM Post #27 |
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Sadistic snapped his fingers, and the two figures encased in the stone towers were released from their magically induced slumber. Color Sergeant Samuel Belouisson came to with a start. Swiftly, he took notice of his surroundings, and found that he couldn't move his body, save for his neck. An instant of frantic searching later, he laid eyes on his commander, Auriel. "Ser Ap Steppenwolf!!" Auriel whirled around, pleased to hear a familiar voice, and saw that Samuel had regained consciousness. "Stand to, Color Sergeant! There's battle t' be 'ad!" "Aye, milord! How 'bout you set to helpin' me get out o' here?" "It's stone, Oi cannae shift that!" "Ach," Samuel replied, rolling his eyes. "I told ya you should'a learned another level o' sophistication!" "Now's nae th' time fer bloody lectures, ye bollox-fed gobddaw!" "Gobddaw yerself, Ser!" A snap of Sadistic's fingers sent Timothy toward the towers. As Lance's tower was demolished, Blaire sank to her knees, overcome with emotion. Samuel turned his head toward the fox, his eyes bulging. "'Ey! You sorcerous, blighted hellspawn o' a nether demon! I'll not let ye do that t' me!" Timothy, his back turned to Samuel's tower, said nothing as the remainder of Lance's tower of imprisonment crumbled to dust. "'Ey! Get the festering offal out o' yer ears and listen to me, you son of a piss drinking circus whore!" Timothy actually turned his head slightly at that one. Samuel leered at his small victory. "That's right, I'm talkin' to you, thou wretched queer-minded lackwit! D' you think you can get away with this?" "Lackwit, says you?" "Aye, lackwit! Well, perhaps half-wit, 'cause you recognize yourself fer what you are! Y'know, with your head turned just so, you remind me of that strumpet of a harlot you might be claiming as an ancestor. Except she had longer hair... I knew her, sure. It's a shame I didn't know her more often, or you might have been more handsome, like me!" Timothy turned completely around this time, his face impassive. "Well whatever comes of this, you will rue your fate," Samuel continued. "For by my hand or Ser Auriel's, you'll not escape your payment. Have at you, putrescent scullion! For all that want to know the whys of your power, I wish your eyes were in your arse, and your finger following! A cur's arse in your face! I'll shove my sword so far up your bloody hatchet wound, I'll be tickling the inside of your nose with my swordtip!" "...That's enough out of you." Timothy walked toward Samuel's tower, his hands glowing. "Oh really? Enough out of me, eh? Well how about you scratch an itch for me while you're down there? It's there on the left dangler. Be a gent, would you?" Timothy cocked his head, confused by the non sequitur. "What?" "I figure that if you're gonna die, 'cause you are, then if nothing of note came from your feckless cesspool ye dare call brain matter, it might be worth remembering that you died scratching my balls!" As the tower came tumbling down, the last anyone heard over the rumbling death throes was Samuel's manic laughter. He didn't ask for vengeance. Between old comrades like Auriel and Samuel, such a request needn't be said. Auriel stood, resolute with sword in hand. As Timothy raised his hands, calling up his spellcasting lores, Auriel grasped his sword in front of him at chest level, the point of his blade pointed to the heavens. "A 'umble servant calls upon th' name o' Aurora. Gather th' heroes 'ere, an' grant us yer divine protection, in th' comin' battle. Give us th' resolve o' iron, an' th' courage o' a thousand armies." An eddy of etheral wind began to swirl through the space occupied by the four figures. A faint halo of chaos energy appeared around Auriel and Blaire, and for his part, Auriel felt a low rush of adrenaline as the energy infused his being, and he turned his head to regard Timothy's outstretched hand. "Let the omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' all things, remake th' air. Infuse 'is fire wit' insatiable 'unger." As the sparks swirled around Timothy's outstretched hand, the air surrounding him became visible as tendrils of smoke, swirling into those sparks, feeding the flames he conjured and forcing them to expand as the air fed the sparks, forcing them to become all-consuming fire. |
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| Lord Bowie | Jun 18 2010, 03:29 AM Post #28 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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Sadistic let loose a slight chuckle as the combatants reacted to the cold actions taken by the judges, absorbing all of the verbal abuse thrown his way and soaking up both the obvious and subtle emotions that resulted from the trickery. "If I had a heart I just might cry.. but I must insist, this tournament has gone on for far too long and we must begin to organize the next." Auriel endowed both himself and Blaire with chaos energy as Timothy began to 'buff' himself and Sadistic in response with a dim red/purple wavering glow. Blaire and Auriel still felt fatigue from their match, the energy possibly the only thing outside of sheer force of will that was keeping them standing. "There isn't going to be another tournament you diabolical monsters... we will be sure that we will be the last group that either of you will ever make suffer again" Blaire responded, at this point neither of them cared if they ended up dying to bring down the deadly duo, they would be satisfied knowing that if they were to fall, the judges were going to be dragged down with them. "You don't even realize do you? You can't stop something that has been going on for so long, especially not when so many have tried.. You've both done well to survive this far but your ride ends he.." The air erupted into flames, Auriel was happy to finally shut the demonic judge up. He and Blaire began their assault as their opponents recovered. "THAT.. That was uncalled for!" Timotheus returned as the judges responded. Sadistic's fingers grew to their shortsworded combat length in time to parry an Auriel swing. Timotheus dodged a Blaire attack and began using passive methods and manipulating the arena floor to disrupt and combat back. ----- It was almost like the clang of metal on metal as Auriel swung and swung, the chaos energy was helping will him on as the fight wore on but Sadistic didn't seem to tire, skipping around and parrying with quick reflexes and short movements. If this drug on too much longer the prospects wouldn't be too good for him. Auriel swings low and wide, hoping to cut Sadistic off at the legs, however the judge counters with a downward block, entangling the sword between his blade fingers and piercing the floor as he slashes with his free hand, ripping through the mid section of the armored echidna's defense like tin foil. Auriel wrenches free to swing again, only to meet a similar response on his free arm. One sword up against what equates to two five bladed weapons that have a faster swing isn't a favorable one. "Come on tournament champ.. you seemed so peppy.." Sadistic teased Auriel which only succeeded in focusing some frustration. The echidna rammed the demon, and his superior size succeeded in forcing his adversary back. "Oi am Auriel, the blood of Steppenwolf flows through my veins, Oi've got plenty o fight left!" ----------------- "Stop moving mutt and let me smash you." Tim conjured spells that summoned pillars up from the ground at frightening speed to impede Blaire's path, he mixed in some crooked spawns but the fleet footed canine was hard to track with magic. She gets within her swords reach and slashes at him. He hops back and summons up a cloud of dust that blinds her for a moment long enough to be nailed by an environmental strike from her side, it wasn't direct but it was a solid hit. She recovers quickly and slashes back at the judge who summons another stone pillar for the sake of defense. One thing was clear, fighting this judge was essentially like fighting everything around you. Sadistic may have been the brainchild of the arena, but Timotheus was the one that made it really work, any advances made against him had to be made with caution Blaire thought as a spot in the ground under her fell out to blackness as she jumped and dodged more elemental pillars. "Bangle Charge 100% activating in one second" was spat from her Bangle, she figured it was about as good a time as ever to use it and hopefully take down Tim fast. The temprature dropped drastically as she began to form a few ice-based projectiles to fling at her magical opposition. ----------------------- Auriel had seemed to catch a second wind as his attacks forced Sadistic back, the judge jumped back a few feet and extended his arms reach to try and keep the echidna at bay. SLASH! Auriel's sword lobbed through Sadistic's left hand which dissapated into nothingness before hitting the ground. The demonic hedgehog reeled back into defense with his remaining hand as the damages began repairing themselves. "HAHA!!! That TICKELED!" Jumping back even farther, Sadistic sclenched his right, ring-wielding, hand and blasts a dark burst of energy off to the left, the result being a dark, screaming pit. "That's where you'll be when I'm done with you warrior!" The left hand had recovered and Sadistic began attacking with new furosity and speed that Auriel was struggling to keep up with, the judge just seemed to be able to respond to any problems by stepping up his game to another level.. he wondered how many gears the demon could possibly have as he is forced back to the near edge of the pit. Sadistic slaps Auriel's sword away, it goes a short distance away before impaling itself in the ground, a low slash trips up the echidna as the judge pierces his shoulder plates to the ground. "What did we say, your efforts were pointless.. both you and the dog will meet the same fate as evry single person we have ever captured before." He raises his right hand, readying it to swing down for a kill blow. -------- Blaire and Tim had essentially been fighting to a stalemate, with neither causing truly meaningful damage to eachother. Timotheus concentrated a strong burst of magic that Blaire was only barely able to block with her sword, the force spun her around in time to see Sadistic raising his bladed right hand to impale Auriel. She takes advantage of the waning moments of her bangle to throw off 3 more ice arrows in Sadistic's direction. ------------------ "Now you die" Sadistic begins to thrust down as he feels a stinging sensation in his gut, and then the chest, and finally the left shoulder.. he was completely stunned to see the cold arrow tips piercing through him. In one swift motion Auriel grabbed his sword and swung it up from out of the ground, sending Sadistic's right hand skyward. The judge stumbles back and removes the arrows from himself and chuckles a little. "I just love diehards, but we've already been through this routine..." He pauses mid sentence and looks down, eyes widening as he realizes that his ring was gone, the source of his power and control over this realm.. his damages were still recovering, but far more slowly, and he could feel as that power of control oozed out of his being. Looking back over his shoulder, he watched as Blaire caught it out of the air with a smile, Tim just as shocked further in the distance. Blaire destroys the ring with a quick toss and slice. "Not so tough without your jewelry!" Auriel pierces Sadistic through the abdomen and flings him into the pit of darkness as the arena begins to rumble and collapse, rafters and demonic designs freefalling, demonic circus music playing off tone and then completely stopping. ------------------------------------- Blaire turns back to Timotheus to see that he had dissapeared, more like he was flying towards thr roof to escape. As he flies upwards he can see that Sadistic is still clinging to a deeper edge of the pit with his remaining hand, shouting at Tim. His words cannot be clearly heard through the collapsing structure and from such a distance. He flies through the roof and departs the realm. ------------------------------ "I SAID HELP ME YOU TRAITOR... YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!" His missing hand regenerates as he begins to try and climb back up, his travel plans quickly thwarted as falling debris nails him and knocks him loose, sending him into the dark depths of the pit and completely plugging the hole. He awakes in a dark area, the ground is dead and the trees are baren.. the sky is red and blank, and he is not alone. Thousands of dark sillouhettes appeared around him as he recovers and looks around. The figures speak in ghastly whispers and encircle him, closing in slowly. "You killed ussss.... killed uss.. evill onneee...revvennge" Soldiers of thousands of years of past tournaments, too far gone to be saved in any capacity and linked to the netherrealms closed in. Sadistic assumed a defensive stance and began slashing away for a few moments before being completely enveloped in the darkness he helped create. ------------------------------- The remainder of the structure fails and collapses upon Talancir and Blaire, a thick cloud of dust and debris causing them to cough, but the coughs duplicate and duplicate and duplicate. As the dust settles it becomes apparent that they were returned to the real dimension within the run down arena, everyone who was captured, combatant and loved ones alike were back and alive, their soulpower had made it through the duration of the tournament. They help each other to their feet and open the large bolted doors, the bright sunlight abusive to their eyes but much appreciated as a sign that they really were home. They leave as a group, chatting, lauging, relieved.. looking like they'd been through hell and back as they literally had been. They had defeated the judges, and now the killing would stop, and they could get back to their lives. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------1 YEAR LATER---------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A group of fighters from around the world were beginning to come together. They had come across fliers for a great tournament and the address turned out to be the location of a run down stadium on the edge of a waterfront. There didn't seem to be any fans, which seemed odd considering the hype that seemed to surround the event. After hours of seemingly endless waiting the fighters grew impatient and began acting like they were going to fight before even being let in. A rusty screech broke the air of silence as the large bolted doors opened up to pitch blackness that three cloaked individuals emerged from. The figure in the center that lead the pack dropped his hood, revealing the features of a yellowish fox. "Not bad... not bad.." he quietly praised the group before turning his back and walking back to the front of the door entrance, still looking around as he sensed the animosity some of the competitors had with eachother. "Please have your applications ready as we ask for them, once we have received yours, feel free to step right on in!.. unless you're afraid of the dark." He joked a bit darkly with the group to end his announcement and awaited their papers. "My name is Timotheus, and we would like to welcome you all... to the grand tournament." |
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