Round 1: Aayden Venorae vs. Blaire Fields

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Round 1: Aayden Venorae vs. Blaire Fields; Location: Arena Nine
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Lord Talancir D'Landior	Feb 12 2011, 05:33 PM Post #1
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	The sun arose the next morning over a whitened landscape. The cafeteria had prepared a light breakfast for those who wished to eat before their fight, and bonfire pits had been dug at intervals into the ground. The snowstorm had largely blown itself out; only a slight flurry floated gently downward from the sky. The door to the arena battlegrounds stood closed, and Auriel stood silently in front of them, his gauntleted hands clasped behind his waist. When all were gathered, he spoke, "There be one o' ye who'll be th' Champion this time 'round. Many o' ye'll fight fer it, but only one'll claim it. Oi pose these questions t' ye: Who then 'as th' right t' call us victor? O' who'll th' poets adore in prose an' song when th' dust 'as settled? 'Tis naught but th' roaring crowd, th' audience who takes note; th' final opinion that crowns heroes an' makes tyrants rot in cold dungeons. D' ye 'ear 'em? D' ye 'ear their clamour?" Auriel raised a hand above him; at this signal, choreographed fireworks soared up from the castle turret in the middle of the battleground, and split the air with thunder and noise. The audience in the nearby distance roared their approval. Auriel let his arm fall to his side, and glanced up and down the group of assembled warriors. "Go, an' win glory fer yerself, yer family, country, or whomever. Yer destiny awaits." The doors behind him opened to reveal a stone passageway, held up by reinforced wood buttresses and lit by brass lanterns. Inside the hallway were doors, next to which heralds were standing, calling out names. "You there! Are you Aayden Venorae? Oh, I should hope so. And you, you must be..... Blaire Fields? Ah, I recognize you from Ser Auriel's description. Come on then, let's get you two in your places." The herald promptly leads you to the arena, the snow crunching under his paws. There as a layer of snow about four inches thick, covering what appeared to be a layer of peat and gravel. Wooden logs were posted up from the ground, seemingly at random and offering a modicum of cover. To counter the heat, eight large iron braziers on metal legs were set against the perimeter of the arena, blazing hot from the fires that had been burning in them since early morning. The snow under them had already melted, turning the peat into a thick, muddy bog several feet out from the braziers. "When I say, you'll head to the opposite sides of the arena, you two. Next to the fenceposts, I've got them marked. Miss Blaire, stand there, and you over there, Aayden. Now then, you've understood that you've ten blows on your opponent to win. Torso (that includes the shoulders, mind) and thighs count as one strike, the head, two. Only seven points to be counted by ranged. If you've a mind to surrender, shout your intentions, that the judges, your opponent, and myself can hear them. Do you two understand?" After hearing the replies, the herald nodded, and turned to the arena audience. "My Lords, My Ladies, welcome to the first round of the Fourth SB Tournament! Announcing their debut match, I give you Blaire Fields and Aayden Venorae!" The audience erupted in applause and cheering. Bowing, the herald turned to the combatants. "Head to your starting positions, salute your opponent, then begin!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Feb 12 2011, 07:59 PM.
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HollyYoshi	Feb 13 2011, 10:32 AM Post #2
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	Blaire awoke with the dawn to a magnificent sight. A blanket of snow covered the terrain, the whitened ground glistening like diamonds in the early morning sunlight. Such weather pleased the Siberian Husky to no end and she was determined to use the gift the frigid temperatures granted her to the best of her ability. Following a largely uneventfully breakfast of toast and bacon for theyoung Mobian, she made her way to the door that led to the battlefields. Auriel was already present, and once the other competitors had arrived, he began to address them; There be one o' ye who'll be th' Champion this time 'round. Many o' ye'll fight fer it, but only one'll claim it. Oi pose these questions t' ye: Who then 'as th' right t' call us victor? O' who'll th' poets adore in prose an' song when th' dust 'as settled? 'Tis naught but th' roaring crowd, th' audience who takes note; th' final opinion that crowns heroes an' makes tyrants rot in cold dungeons. D' ye 'ear 'em? D' ye 'ear their clamour? Blaire cupped a paw around her ear and cocked her head to the side. �Oh yeah, I hear �em. And soon,� she said to herself with a smirk, �They�ll all be cheering for me!� All at once, the air was split with the sights and sounds of fireworks. Explosions in many different colors filled the sky, reflected in the eyes of the participants. �I�ve got to hand it to these guys; they sure know how to start things off!� Go, an' win glory fer yerself, yer family, country, or whomever. Yer destiny awaits. �Oh yes,� thought the freedom fighter as the large doors behind Auriel opened. The canine calmly waited as the herald called out the names of the competitors, white flakes of snow gently touching her violet fur. You there! Are you Aayden Venorae? Oh, I should hope so. And you, you must be..... Blaire Fields? �That would be me sir,� she answered with an affable nod. Ah, I recognize you from Ser Auriel's description. Come on then, let's get you two in your places. Shadows danced on the stone walls of the lantern-lit corridor as the herald lead Blaire and her opponent to the arena. As they walked, the canine glanced at her foe, to see just who she was going to deal with in this first round. A blue hedgehog was what caught her eye, one that seemed like he would be a good challenge. �Quills look like they haven�t been combed in days though.� Blaire mused, suppressing a snicker that threatened to seep out of her mouth. It was at that moment when the dog caught sight of the arena. It was not at all an elaborate one, or so it seemed with all the snow covering the ground. The husky had to squint to see the peat and smooth gravel through holes that had been broken in the white rime. Peppering the stadium were a multitude of wooden poles, perfect for launching attacks from their pinnacles. As for the border, eight braziers were set up against it. Blaire took quick notice of the fact that the blistering fires had not only melted the snow underneath them, but had also rendered the peat a thick, muddy mess. When I say, you'll head to the opposite sides of the arena, you two. Next to the fenceposts, I've got them marked. Miss Blaire, stand there, and you over there, Aayden. Now then, you've understood that you've ten blows on your opponent to win. Torso (that includes the shoulders, mind) and thighs count as one strike, the head, two. Only seven points to be counted by ranged. If you've a mind to surrender, shout your intentions, that the judges, your opponent, and myself can hear them. Do you two understand? �I understand perfectly sir. But surrender I don�t plan on,� the canine told the herald, wagging a gloved finger, a smug grin crossing her muzzle. My Lords, My Ladies, welcome to the first round of the Fourth SB Tournament! Announcing their debut match, I give you Blaire Fields and Aayden Venorae! At the sound of a cheering audience, Blaire raised a paw and began to wave. �Thank you, thank you. I promise you won�t be disappointed!� As she addressed the good folks watching, the Mobian added the occasional bow to her greeting repertoire. Head to your starting positions, salute your opponent, then begin! �With pleasure.� The Siberian Husky sauntered over to her end of the battleground, trench coat billowing out behind her. Once she reached her starting post, however, she was greeted by a less then pleasant sensation. Well, actually two, but the marshy ground didn�t bother her near as much as the heat from the nearby brazier. �Well, I already know one aspect of a strategy; stay away from the perimeter.� Blaire hoped her opponent wouldn�t notice the slight slump of her shoulders. As well, she prayed this Aayden didn�t have much knowledge about huskies in the first place. For if he realized her weakness to the heat, things would go downhill for the Oakland Resistance Division Agent very quickly. �So you�re my opponent, eh?� There was a sharp hiss as the dog pulled her saber from the scabbard on her left hip. �In that case,� she started to say, spinning the sword around once and planting the point into the soft ground. She finished her statement with a sly smirk, throwing out a civil salute in the meantime. ��I do hope you�ve come prepared for a beating!�



rittz	Feb 13 2011, 02:06 PM Post #3
my neck hurts Posts: 385 Group: E Rank Knight Member #10,771 Joined: February 16, 2010	"Not this shit again." Ven woke up to the jarring site of being the only person still in the sleeping quarters. In other words, he was late. How late? What did it matter; tardy is tardy. "Seriously, don't they have staff to make sure I'm up!?" With a groan, he leaped out of bed, the sheets falling on the floor as he did so. The hedgehog glanced at them and shrugged, before running to the locker room(stark naked, might I add. Not that it mattered for Mobians.) He almost fell. Not quite remembering which was his, he wasted a couple of minutes trying to find his belongings. Eventually he did, and saw that nothing was tampered with. Though that thought didn't even occur to him, being in the rush that he was in. He slipped on his socks, and strapped on his sneakers. He took his scarf and wrapped it around his quills, except for the uppermost one. A sort of blue and white pony tail was formed, after tying the scarf in place. Finally, the Mobian yanked his trench coat off its hook, promptly slamming locker closed. In yet another sprint, he made his way towards what he hoped was the arenas, putting on his coat while doing so. Alas, even being as late as he presumed he was... "...Well, I can't be that late." Ven can to a squeaking stop in front of the cafeteria entrance. There was only a small amount of food left from the other competitors, and that was already being thrown away by the staff. Naturally, Ven intervened. "WAAAAAAAAAIT a second!" He shouted, pointing to a young male that was about to dispose of some scrambled eggs. "I claim this food in the name of my victory!" He wolfed down the tray, in a way that slightly disturbing to the boy. He seemed to have gotten the attention of some other workers as well. "Aaaht?" He asked, a mouth overflowing with yellow. Swallowing, the hedgehog went on to say that "ALL of this food is mine!" Ven then proceeded to run around and take any food that wasn't in a trash bin yet and eat it, without even fully chewing. While trying to force down some bacon, he eyed a very confused waitress. "Joo! Gat mah a hicture ahv ilk, o hay, ahnd BEAR!" "W-what?" She stammered, barely understanding Ven's gibberish. "MELK! OHANGE JEWS! AND! BEEAR! CUNHIMBED!" He tried again, slightly more understandable. "But tha-" "I don't care how bad it will taste, give me what I ordered, you whore!" Ven rudely cut her off, now with his food traveling down his esophagus. She responded by running off into the double doors leading to the kitchen, and came back with a pitcher of, well, milk, orange juice, and beer combined, if you didn't even understand. "Here...you go, sir..." "Thanks!" Our dark blue friend jerked the odd beverage away from her, and ran off towards what seemed to be the arenas. "Sorry about the whole whore thing!" He shouted back once more, actually sincerely sorry for once. Ven now stood in the center of the paths connecting the arenas, not sure which was his. He wasn't even sure who his opponent was. "What was it again? "B...b something. Uh...Britney? Bailie? Bare? It was like Bare Forest or something, I dunno." Luckily for him, a herald called out. You there! Are you Aayden Venorae? Oh, I should hope so. "Yeah, that's me! Call me Ven though, mmkay?" And you, you must be..... Blaire Fields? Ah, I recognize you from Ser Auriel's description. Come on then, let's get you two in your places. "And I thought you were Bare Forest! Pfft! Sorry...Blaire. I take it you're my opponent?" He followed his question by messily gulping down his questionable beverage, some of it spilling on his chest. It wasn't acknowledged. He did bother to wipe his mouth with his currently un-gloved hand, though. After a short walk through a short hallway led by a short man, the ~~short man~~ herald consulted them again. When I say, you'll head to the opposite sides of the arena, you two. Next to the fenceposts, I've got them marked. Miss Blaire, stand there, and you over there, Aayden. Now then, you've understood that you've ten blows on your opponent to win. Torso (that includes the shoulders, mind) and thighs count as one strike, the head, two. Only seven points to be counted by ranged. If you've a mind to surrender, shout your intentions, that the judges, your opponent, and myself can hear them. Do you two understand? "Sure do!" The herald nodded, and turned to the crowd in the stand, and while Ven was chugging more of his alcoholic barf-juice, announced the following: My Lords, My Ladies, welcome to the first round of the Fourth SB Tournament! Announcing their debut match, I give you Blaire Fields and Aayden Venorae! "Eh? What?" Lowering the glass container from his mouth, he looked around to see and hear a cheering audience. He stared blankly for a moment, but then quickly became absolutely ecstatic. "YEAAAAAAAH!" He exclaimed, some of his...drink, spilling over. "Keep cheering! That's right, call my name! C'mon, lemme' hear ya'! VEN! VEN VEN! VEN!" VEN! VEN! VEN! VEN! "WOOH!" Throwing up a "rock" sign with his free hand, he continued! "Thank you! Seriously, I love you all! You're beautiful! You to Blaire- nice ass!" The spectators responded with another roar of excitement- someone even whistled at Ven's last comment. Head to your starting positions, salute your opponent, then begin! With a quick nod, Ven sauntered off towards the end of the fence, finishing up his abomination-inna'-glass. He slammed it down on the last post, but not hard enough to where it'd brake. He stared at Blaire for a moment, then gave her a solid salute with a smile. Half happy, half smug. So you�re my opponent, eh? In that case, I do hope you�ve come prepared for a beating! "Now now, there be no need to prepare for something that will never happen." He looked up the crowd. "AM I RIGHT!?" They gave another roar of approval at him, though they were more anxious for the fight to start then anything. "Alright, alright." Walking forward, he gave a 'calm down,' gesture. The snow crunched beneath his feet until he had stopped walking, coincidentally about the same time the audience stopped making noise. Standing near the center of battleground, he gave his husky opponent a glazed leer. The air about Ven was slightly different, now. When he spoke, it was in a much more monotonous tone...perhaps still with hints of smug thrown in. "Alright, Blaire Fields," he began, taking his coat off, "I didn't come to this tournament with the intention of winning. I came to this remote little kingdom so I could have the time of my life fighting a shitload of powerful battlers." He threw his coat the side, took his scarf out of his quills, and loosely wrapped it around his neck. "So. I have one question for you, and I want you to answer with that sword of yours." Aayden paused for a moment. Then, he slipped on his 'sap gloves.' "Are you one of them?" Edited by rittz, Feb 13 2011, 04:44 PM.



HollyYoshi	Feb 14 2011, 05:40 PM Post #4
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	�Oh boy, this guy sure knows how to sweep a woman off her feet�� Such was the sardonic thought that scrolled through the mind of one Blaire Fields. Not only were her opponent�s quills a little mussed up, but he didn�t seem to grasp the concept of simply sipping his beverage. The canine cringed in revulsion as she watched the hedgehog, Ven he referred to himself as, guzzle down his drink � as for what he was chugging down, Blaire figured it would be best if she never found out. You too Blaire- nice ass!" Slap! The Siberian Husky placed a gloved paw upon her face, her mouth contorted into a disgusted scowl. �Seriously? Did you have to add that last part?� Now now, there be no need to prepare for something that will never happen. AM I RIGHT!? Where the audience erupted into fits of applause and cheering, Blaire shook her head. �Actually, you couldn�t be more wrong!� There was a hint of somewhat more friendly version of the sassiness the canine was known for in her voice, and the smirk that crossed her muzzle only helped to cement the fact that she was half-joking. Alright, Blaire Fields, I didn't come to this tournament with the intention of winning. I came to this remote little kingdom so I could have the time of my life fighting a shitload of powerful battlers. So. I have one question for you, and I want you to answer with that sword of yours. Are you one of them? The canine twirled her sword a second time, some of the mud that had gotten stuck to the tip swinging off. The blade ended up in her paws, Blaire lightly grasping it so as to keep from getting a small cut. �Only one way to find out. Let us begin.� The Siberian Husky walked forward, her movements slowed for the first few steps due to her feet being half-sunk in wet muck. However, as soon as she heard the pleasant crunch of snow underneath both of her boots, Blaire charged forward. She adroitly weaved her way around the large wooden shafts, saber held out in front of her as she made her way to her opponent. Oh yes, it was on. �Now, would he be fine with a single, long stroke, perhaps down his back? Or, maybe he�d like several small incisions given to him in a very short time span. Say, across the torso? Sliced or diced, which one will it be?� As the canine pondered her first move against Ven, she soon saw that she was almost upon him. In mere seconds, Blaire would obtain the first strike against her opponent. That is, if said opponent didn�t dodge her attack, of course. �Yes, I think he�d like to be sliced, like ham at Christmas dinner,� the dog mused, a mischievous grin on her visage. She tightened her grip on her sword hilt, and prepared herself for the attack she was about to launch. All at once, she swung her saber to the left, aiming to put an incision from one of Ven�s shoulders to the other. The question now was; would this maneuver yield Blaire the first strike of the match?



rittz	Feb 17 2011, 04:51 PM Post #5
my neck hurts Posts: 385 Group: E Rank Knight Member #10,771 Joined: February 16, 2010	Only one way to find out. Let us begin. "Mmm. Lettuce. Wait, what am I saying? I hate lettuce." The Husky started towards Ven, approaching ever so slowly through the thick mud. But as soon as Blaire's boots touched snow, she rushed towards him, saber first. The hedgehog loosened up his stance a bit, and watched his opponent as she neared. She weaved her way through the areana with skill, although there admitedly wasn't much to weave through. Finally close, she swung. While Ven did anticipate the sword, he didn't really think his reactions through. The sensible thing to do would be to dodge, alas, Ven's excessive gaudiness had something else in mind. A small bit of blood got onto Blaire's sword. About what you would expect when someone grabs a sharp object Of course, Ven barely felt a pinch. Still grasping the blade, the Mobian used his free right ~~hand~~ paw to try and land a rather modest blow to Blaire's abdominal. He would only let go of the blade of his own accord should he make contact. Additionally, if he didn't get the hit, the hedgehog would be open for a short period of time.



HollyYoshi	Feb 19 2011, 05:48 PM Post #6
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	When one is an accomplished swordsman � on in Blaire�s case a swordsdog � one learns to expect tricks from their opponent. Blocks using a stick that had conveniently been available, ducking underneath the weapon then coming back with a sneak attack on the wielder, and even grabbing the very blade! Blaire had seen each of these tricks, and more. Therefore, it did not surprise the husky when Ven clutched the blue blade of her saber. However, while she also considered the possibility of a counterattack, especially considering the hedgehog still had a free paw, it came on too soon for Blaire to dodge it. As far as retaliations go, this blow was rather light. It was not without its effect, however. The dog felt some of her breath leave her and she took a step back, her sword slipping from Ven�s grip. �Clever trick,� the canine commended once she had regained her poise. �Normally my opponent uses both hands to grab the blade.� �But is he willing to pull that trick twice in a row?� Blaire wondered, her usual smirk carved on her muzzle as she swung her saber in a single circle. �Only one way to find out.� The husky dashed off towards the side of her hedgehog opponent, placing herself a few feet to the right of him. She then veered to the left, kicking up some snow in the process. Before the shavings of ice could completely settle back to the ground, Blaire lashed out with her saber. Her maneuver this time? An upwards slash up Ven�s back. If this attack worked the way she hoped it would, the Mobian would have the lead in regards to damage output. Lucky for Blaire, Ven didn�t look like he could take too much more damage than a hedgehog of his caliber�



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Feb 20 2011, 04:37 PM Post #7
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	The herald, watching from the sidelines, raised a bright green pennant with two stylized swords crossed over the field when Ven's attack assaulted Blaire's midriff. "First strike to Ven!" The audience cheered.
	RP Aid: So, you want to be a storyteller? A must read for any Storyteller who wants to be better at his craft. RP Aid: Combat: A Comprehensive Guide to Beating Arse By the way, I'm on skype. Search for talancir. Millstone of Time Resources My Character Archive: http://sonicblast.org/topic/7265216 Please, feel free to enter and comment at will. I crave discussion Magick Formula Overview Concepts


HollyYoshi	Feb 28 2011, 05:02 PM Post #8
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 hedgehog known as Ayaden felt warm blood run down his back as Blaire�s attack connected, much to his surprise. Biting back the pain, he turned to face his assailant. The Siberian Husky had since placed herself against a nearby post, calmly pulling a small container from her trench coat pocket. When the two Mobians locked eyes with each other, she gave a friendly wave � though the smirk on her muzzle made it seem�less than that. �Well, hello there. I dare ya to come and get me. If you can.� The canine pushed off with her arms, breaking into a sprint, a sprint towards her opponent. In each of her paws, she utilized her cryokinesis to form a long shard of ice, both of them just about five inches long. Ven took a step back, getting himself into a fighting position � he had arched an eyebrow in puzzlement. �She asked me to come and get her. And yet she�s trying to get me�what the hell?� His question was promptly answered when a purple-furred blur sped by him, kicking up small samples of snow up. The hedgehog looked on in disbelief as Blaire looked back at him, giving him a two-fingered salute and a wink. �So that�s it huh? You�re going to run away from me?� he asked, a smirk playing on his muzzle. �Well, anything to get you tired out�� The hedgehog dashed forward at top speed, catching up with Blaire pretty quickly. The canine glanced at her foe, surprised to see that he caught up to her as fast as he had. �Okay, so he�s quick on his feet. That�s not good, but it�s also not anything to panic over. I should be able to handle this.� Blaire suddenly leapt up and grabbed one of the notches in a nearby post. Quickly, the shards still in her paws, she clambered up to the top. Ven followed suite, attempting to grab the young dog�s leg. Before that could happen, however, the Siberian Husky found herself looking down at the hedgehog, a smile on her lavender-furred snout. �Well, it was fun, Ven. But, all good things must come to an end�� Before her opponent could ask what she meant, Blaire suddenly pointed the ice shards right at him. Ven took a step back down, surprise present on his face. The canine leapt of the post, tossing the shards in the process. Both hit right on, one digging into Ven�s shoulder, the other ending up embedded in his paw. However, Blaire was not going to get off so easily. Biting back the pain, the hedgehog drew back his arm. Blaire had no way of dodging as his fist connected with her nose. She crumpled into a ball, ending up tumbling down into the snow. �I really hate this...� the husky replied, as she slowly climbed back up to her feet. Slowly, she pulled her saber forward, and nodded at her opponent, awaiting his next move. She didn�t have to wait long, as Ven dashed towards her. Like before, he drew his arm back for a punch, aiming it this time at Blaire�s midsection. Blaire sidestepped to avoid the move, than countered with a slash with her sword that cut a wound from the side of his face down to his shoulder. The hedgehog stumbled backwards, clutching his shoulder. When he had retrieved his bearings, he aimed an uppercut, which caught the husky in the chin. �I just need to focus. Hit him with just the right move�� The canine summoned up a small zephyr of icy wind to surround her. Ven looked at her in awe, but he did not drop his guard. It wouldn�t matter, however, because before he knew it, he had been barreled into by a light blue blur. He and Blaire tumbled down, rolling a little ways before finally coming to a stop at a post. The two unrolled, but only one raised their head. Blaire placed a paw upon her brow, her fingers touching a small protrusion. �It looks like...like I win��



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