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| Round 1: "Cokey" Black vs. Saffron; Location: Arena Six | |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Feb 12 2011, 05:40 PM Post #1 |
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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, ah, Cokey Black? Oh, I should hope so, come here, miss. And you, you must be..... Saffron? ...Yes, that's you; 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 boots. 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, we've got them marked. You, stand there, and you over there. 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 Cokey Black and Saffron!" 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, 07:58 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 13 2011, 03:03 PM Post #2 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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Yep because there's only one me in the room right now... if there were two of me, it could get a little trickier.. I guess. Doesn't matter if it's the judges or the crowd, my preformance should be strong all the same. His ears perked as his thoughts were disrupted by the sounds of booming fireworks and roaring cheer, A little overkill considering everything.. but everything is made better with explosions, so he couldn't complain. As the doors opened and he was greeted by a herald that called him out, he realized who his first opponent would be.. Seriously... he thought to himself as his expression soured a tad. He recognized Cokey from the mob of combatants earlier but he was never happy to fight females.. especially not to start off something like this.. but he kept his feelings reserved and hid the bad expression as best he could on the short walk to their arena. "How far was that? like 6 feet, I need a guide to take the first path on the left?" It was trivial sure, but a good way to vent some of his early discontent. After some more trivial and sarcastically hilarious discussion, Saff confirmed that he basically understood exactly what he was being told before his voice was drowned out by a crowd roaring as combatants made their way into their respective arenas. He took his place and gave Cokey a lackadaisical sarcastic military salute, essentially thunking himself in his head with a numb hand for an instant. Frost crunched under his shoes and the sound of battle erupted all around them, several former figures who came in looking like casual everydayers were now savagely going after each other. One wasted no time in pulling out a relic handgun on his opponent As long as he doesn't miss him and hit us... and bordering their arena to the other side the robot and the tiger were just about ready to square off.. Saff turns his eyes back to his opponent with a small smirk. "Let me be frank with you.. I'm honestly not ever happy fighting girls n' such, part of it is the lack of a challenge and the other part is just... well.. I'm fighting a girl, it seems so wrong." He lets out a small chuckle before continuing. "Now.. I'm still not going to let a little inconvenience stop me from winning this round, but I promise not to bang you up too bad.. in fact!" He turns his head slightly and taps his finger against the cheek of his muzzle as if to encourage attack. "I'll give you the first strike, just to be a good sportsman and such." He began to await his opponent's reaction, giving off a look suggesting that he had let his guard down nearly completely. |
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| Breakfast Princess | Feb 13 2011, 04:55 PM Post #3 |
The most important meal of the day
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When Cokey awoke that morning, she was glad to find that the annoying pain in her neck was gone; in fact, every pain in her body was gone. The bed in her quarters was extremely comfortable. She hadn't slept that comfortably since she'd left her parent's house. Cokey had decided to get dressed, but quickly, so she wouldn't miss breakfast. She wasn't hungry, but she'd need fuel if she wanted to perform to her full potential. Cokey donned her bright-red cargo pants that were almost the same hue as her long curly hair and fastened them with a black studded belt that matched her studded leather choker, which she had slept in that night. Then she tugged on a simple black shirt. The next thing to go on were her metal arm guards. They were efficient enough to protect from most swords or other bladed weapons, provided they weren't stupidly sharp or the person weilding them didn't have godly strength. After seeing most of her potential competition in the bar area the previous evening, Cokey wouldn't be surprised if that was exactly what she found. After fastening the heavy metal arm guards, which went from her wrists to just below her elbows, Cokey slid on her stretchy black-and-red arm sleeves, which went from her wrists to her biceps, and completely hid the metal arm guards. From someone who wasn't looking for them, it would appear that Cokey wasn't armed. Finally, Cokey slipped on the gunmetal gun holster she had obtained right before she had boarded her plane to this location. She slid her only gun into place, the one she knew how to use but not very well. After that, Cokey just had to slip on her matching running shoes and walk out the door. ... Leaving the compound and heading for her assigned arena after a light breakfast, Cokey noted that the snowstorm she had watched for a little while before bed last night had let up, but the snow still crunched underfoot. Cokey didn't mind it, but she was less than halfway to her arena when she was already shivering from the cold. She wondered if her arena was indoors or outside or open to the sky, or what. Finally she arrived, noting that she was nowhere near the first nor the last to get there. That was just as well, she wouldn't be noticed as much. She latched on to what the proctor(?) was saying, figuring this would be a prime time to pay attention to her fullest ability. "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?" To Cokey, his words reminded her of something that overly-energetic exercise enthusiast on television would scream at her everytime his commercial came on: "Do you feel it?! You can DO IT!" This annoyed Cokey, but she didn't comment. "Go, an' win glory fer yerself, yer family, country, or whomever. Yer destiny awaits." Cokey made a little noise at this. For myself, of course! she thought to herself, though any weak-minded person around her may've picked up on it. The moment she thought the words, she knew in her heart she was lying. But then, she and Cal, her best and only friend, were the only two who knew the real reason she was here. And it wasn't for herself. "You there! Are you, ah, Cokey Black? Oh, I should hope so, come here, miss." "Of course," Cokey said lightly, and obliged by stepping forward. The guy also called to someone named Saffron, and Cokey didn't need to read anyone's mind to know that that was her opponent. Cokey looked over at him, and figured that this match couldn't be too hard. He wasn't heavily armored, nor was he heavily armed..... He must've had some sort of super power or something. That's alright... Cokey thought, giving her opponent, Saffron by name, a final once-over, Some would say that I have a super power, too. Before turning her attention back to the speaker, Cokey flashed Saffron a warm, and completely fake smile. Step 1. "When I say, you'll head to the opposite sides of the arena, you two. Next to the fenceposts, we've got them marked. You, stand there, and you over there. 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?" "Alright..." Cokey muttered, then took her post at the far side. She turned and faced her opponent. She couldn't stop the rapid and heavy pounding of her heartbeat. This was IT. Following instructions, Cokey saluted Saffron with sincerity, unlike he did for her. This annoyed Cokey, but if her Step Process was going to work, she couldn't show it. She could show nothing but... Sweetness. At least at first. But once she was in, she was IN! Cokey was surprised when Saffron spoke to her, instead of going right into it. This was HER strategy, only the only speaking would be going oon inside their heads. "Let me be frank with you.. I'm honestly not ever happy fighting girls n' such, part of it is the lack of a challenge and the other part is just... well.. I'm fighting a girl, it seems so wrong." "Now.. I'm still not going to let a little inconvenience stop me from winning this round, but I promise not to bang you up too bad.. in fact!" "I'll give you the first strike, just to be a good sportsman and such." Anger boiled in Cokey's veins underneath her snow-white fur and flesh. She clenched her fists but hid them behind her back so her opponent wouldn't see. She kept her face completely calm, but her eyebrows were twitching. She hoped she portrayed complete and utter calmness. She'd have to feel it, too, otherwise her Step Process would fail, and this battle would be a lot harder. A sexist. Of course my first opponent is a sexist. Whatever. Cokey thought to herself, taking care that her anger didn't cause her thoughts to go flying across the arena towards her opponent on accident. Cokey put a smile on her face so sweet and seemingly genuine that it would melt the hearts of anyone not completely sadistic. She began walking slowly and steadily over towards her opponent. "H-hi there..." Cokey called over to Saffron, hoping to portray herself as nervous and weak, (the former was right, but the latter couldn't've been further from the truth), "I'm Cokey Black, but you already know that. And you're, Saffron right? That's a cool name, you look like a cool dude." Throughout all of this Cokey kept advancing towards him, not menacingly, but as someone would who wanted to give you a closer look, or perhaps a handshake. "Look, I'm new to this whole tournament thing, but apparently you're not. I appreciate you taking it easy on me. And you're so nice! Offering me the first hit!" Cokey's voice was so sickly-sweet (but utterly convincing, after having years of practice and tuning) that it burned her tongue to say it. Hopefully she was getting through to him Yes! When he offered her the first hit he appeared to let his guard down. That was the next step. But the next step after that raised the question, was his Mental Guard down? Time to test the waters. Using her Illusion Projection power, Cokey decided to get him to verbalize his approval to let her in his psyche. What Cokey Said Aloud/ What Saffron Thinks He Hears: "So you'll really let me get the first hit?" What Cokey Actually Said, In The Form Of Thought Projections, Masked By What She Said Aloud: "Will you let me in to see your thoughts?" If that tactic (see above) worked, Cokey would enjoy the feeling of approval that came with any question being answered "yes". Not only that, but she will have tricked Saffron into forming a Bond. The gate would be open and the bridge would be built. All he had to do was say "yes". It was sneaky. It was brilliant! By now, Cokey was just a few feet away from Saffron. Just say yes! she willed him silently. One little word and you'll be mine... --------- Illusion: 70% High: 100% Persuade: 90% (Sorry that post's so long. I promise from now on they'll by MUCH shorter.) Edited by Breakfast Princess, Feb 13 2011, 04:58 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 13 2011, 08:45 PM Post #4 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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There was a cold still in the arena for the briefest of moments, while around them, action was erupting and the crowd was cheering, Cokey and Saff were busy playing mind games. He watched his opponent closely, surprised at how calm and loose she appeared.. It's too calm a look for someone entering this contest with a serious mind to win.. something was off... Something's just not right his ears perked a tad as he studied her at a distance, crossing his arms and awaiting something sort of resembling a fighters response, there was nothing. She's smiling again.. he remembered it from when they first crossed in the inter round area, and here it was again as she walked towards him slowly.. an odd approach for someone offered an open shot, her demeanor it was unnatural, practically ditzy. If she was trying to confuse him, on one front it was working, he had never encountered someone so passive and yet so.... I guess nice would be the appropriate term. She was trying to act like the girl down the street, the friendly one.. she reminded him of a couple friends he hadn't seen in so long he didn't even remember them with true clarity anymore.
His head cocked slightly in disbelief, he honestly couldn't believe she was really this way as a fighter.. There's no way you can really be this... stupid.. when going about serious matches, you'd be torn alive.. as much as I'd like to believe that this is just a nice girl in the wrong place I can't honestly make that scenario work in my head, not at all, something's definitely wrong.. "Heh.. Thanks, It's not exactly my real name but I guess when you go through drastic changes you just sort of adopt whatever name is given to you.. And nah I've been here and done this before, not often but you gotta pay the bills somehow, right." He let off a little laugh, playing along with the lackadaisical mood. "And yeah.. I was always taught when I was little, a good gentleman never strikes a lady, all you have to do is hit me, then you break the lady rule, and then we can get going.. I may not be the coolest guy around but I got a code of honor, I try to live by it as best I can..."
"You're really an odd one aren't you.. I don't think I've ever fought someone who'd turn down a free hit like this before.. but I didn't stutter.. I'm sure you heard it clear as day and the offer stands, otherwise we're gunna have to go through this whole round without anyone getting any strike, and I'm sure you'll agree with me that that wouldn't be very fun for either of us or the crowd." He puts his left hand on his right shoulder and rotates it a tad, doing the same with his other hand/arm to sort of loosen up as he goes through a couple basic stretching maneuvers, the snow and ice crunching underneath his weight as he adjusts his form. "Nope.. we'd definitely have the lamest match of the first round..... You seem like such a nice girl, what brings you to a tournament like this, not trying to talk down or anything but seriously, you just don't act the part of a fighter.. you're either severely out of place or you're a deceiver.. I've been around more than one log in my lifetime, and it looks like I'll be around a few more before this tournament is over, there's no way at all that this is the way you really are, when you wanna hurt something anyway... this is how someone behaves around their family and friends, right now, under all that 'warm hugs and smiles' attitude you're putting up, you want to bash my face in, and I can't blame you.. a hard life has turned me into nothing short of an ass.. and I'm sure I'd want to beat my own face into a wall if I were you.." He stands and faces Cokey a little more sternly, unamused by attempts to make him believe that even for the slightest second that a fighter could be so warm and hospitable. "I'll be right here whenever you decide to get this thing underway." He stood there, his signature smirk plastered on his face, waiting for the real Cokey. |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Feb 14 2011, 07:01 AM Post #5 |
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Psyche, from the judges' box, was getting very, very bored. She decided she was going to let these competitors know it too. She stood up and yelled "BORING!" She even thought to go so far as to toss something at one of the competitors, but there were probably repercussions for doing so, so she contented herself with leaning on the rail, looking angry. |
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 15 2011, 01:02 AM Post #6 |
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Saff's ears perked a tad to the side as he picked up Psyche's well thought out review of how his match was going. He turned to the judges box and looked up, unamused shrugging in a What do you expect me to do sort of manner. Doing his best to look unamused.. "Ey priss you seem to like runnin' your mouth quite a bit.. I got a proposal, why don't YOU come down here and lay one on me and then I can change your color to that of some frosty mud.. How bored would you be THEN!?!? In fact.. if you do, I'll make sure that YOU won't be able to understand a simple Irish accent when I'm done." He made it clear that he'd picked up on her mocking comments earlier as everyone was mingling. He did his best to put on a sarcastic an epic angry face as he possibly could, to mock her from afar while tapping his foot.. the frost and soupy mud orchestrating their own symphony of noise as he did so, messying his shoes in the process with the grimy muk and snow. .. but his attention was now fully off Cokey as he had a hot headed egotistical showdown with one of his hosts for the tournament. |
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| Breakfast Princess | Feb 15 2011, 05:36 PM Post #7 |
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The most important meal of the day
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The answer Cokey was given to her Illusion-disguised question was quite a bit shy of a full approval, but also far from a denial. Cokey tried to feel the Bond but couldn't. Oh no.... Cokey had failed to build a Bond, or if she had managed to build one, it was very weak, very faint. So weak, she couldn't feel it immediately and would have to waste precious time searching for it. Time she didn't have. The only way she could figure out if she had formed a sufficient-enough Bond between herself and Saffron would be to try out the only Projection Ability that absolutely required a Bond: High. But it was too early in the game for that... or was it? Cokey decided to not take any chances. "BORING!" Cokey's head snapped in the direction of the exclamation and who else would it be other than Priss Judge... The sickly-sweet smile fell off of Cokey's face so fast and formed a look of disgust. "I... hate Prisses...." Cokey hissed under her breath so low, she wasn't sure if Saffron could hear. She didn't care either. Cokey kept her cool, for the most part, and didn't show her annoyance anymore than clenching her fists and sliding into a combative position. Cokey decided to not throw off her "oh-so-friendly-little-girl act" too quickly. She had decided on this tactic the minute she found out that this tournament would have her facing everybody and, furthermore, perhaps facing a few people more than once. If this was the case, take for example Saffron. He, for the most part or so it seemed, fell at least slightly for Cokey's little act. If she proved herself a fake right then and there, and they came up against each other again, later in the tournament, he would know automatically to not believe a word she said. And this applied to anybody she would come up against, which was everybody. So Cokey decided to give it all she got, but pretend like she wasn't. To act as if she was only fighting because she was being forced to. To act extremely pleasant and friendly to everyone in between matches, specifically her opponents. To act extremely sorry for any pain she caused her opponent. To act like she didn't know what she was doing, and any victory in any form was merely a stroke of good luck. Cokey ultimately decided.... to act. And what a stroke of good luck fell upon her immediately. Cokey could almost applaud Priss Judge in thanks, if she didn't hate her so much. Her bratty outburst had drawn Saffron's attention completely away from Cokey. He was yelling back at her, clearly annoyed and showing it more than Cokey would, especially in a setting such as this. Idiot! Cokey thought with a small smile, If he's any bit wary about me, he sure isn't showing it. Turning your back on your opponent in the midst of a match. Even I wouldn't do that. Just leave yourself open.... Cokey took full advantage of her opening, but decided to start off slow, leaving the big bangs for when the match fully got rolling. "Ey! Here's a first hit for you!" Cokey called, not unkindly (the plan, remember the plan), as she whirled around and aimed to deliver a hard roundhouse kick to her opponent's back, which was curently facing her. |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Feb 15 2011, 06:19 PM Post #8 |
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Haha, now this guy's a hothead... It wasn't even hard to provoke the purple hedgeehog... Saffron... To engage in verbal battle. And the oh-so-innocent... Cokey... even dropped her nice act for a few seconds. If Psyche had been up close, they might have noticed the ghost of an evil smile on her face. Interesting... I'll be watching you, Cokey. She wasn't too worried about Saffron. He wouldn't do anything, even if he wanted to. Even more interesting things happened when Cokey kicked Saffron in the back, taking advantage of his attention shift. "Ooh! Fun!" Returning to her Libby-esque stupidity, she sat back down and observed the fight. |
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 16 2011, 05:57 PM Post #9 |
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The chill of the storm still swept the tournament, even if the immediate heat of fire resonated to disturb its easy flowing nature. It was as if the setting couldn't decide for itself to be hot or cold.. much unlike the mood building as the combatants all around Saff were bludgeoning each other.. all he could do was helplessly stand there and bicker until Cokey decided to strike him.. frustration and irritation with Psyche had only helped light matches that lit fires, obscuring usually sharp mental focus.. this was how he acted in the cafeteria, and he had yet to translate into a serious mood.. A year's break from fighting can dent the instinct, and his was currently dull and soft... it would require work from round to round. He would find himself distracted once more by a brilliant beam illuminating a neghiboring arena, the glow helped to blind him a tad.. but he could still make out the destruction it left in its wake.. Not something I'm looking forward to.. It was bad enough that the tournament was open to daylight and the elements, it would only be worse with opponents sporting light shows. As he eyed Psyche again he realized that her expression had changed ever so slightly.. he could tell.. but he couldn't make out what it was.. or why her mood had changed so suddenly.. maybe she was just a fan of fireworks and had turned her attention to more amusing fights.
Nope.. Saff heard the words and noticed the disruption in the air but had no time to react as he felt a heavy kick land just under his shoulder blades... To be honest, it wasn't pain nor the force of the kick that sent him sprawling, just being completely off guard and taken by surprise was enough as his knees half-buckled, as his center of gravity was thrown off.. and as he stumbled face first into one of the logs with a strong thud that might have rocked the log if one looked closely enough. Embarassing... Indeed, the best first impressions certainly didn't consist of one catching their fall with their face.. but at least even the most un gracious of attacks had finally opened up the playbook for success. Inhaling, the smell of chipped bark and wood filled Saff's lungs as he pushed softly off the log.. there would probably be an unsightly mark in the morning, but for now embarrassment would be the worst of his pains. "I really should thank you.." he chuckles as he speaks softly without irritation.. "I guess I needed someone to knock me upside the head.. loosen the cobwebs, it's not easy to take a long break from fighting and just come back to it like nothing happened." He looks over his shoulder at Cokey before continuing "So yeah, thanks.. but there aren't going to be any other easy shots like that." He jumps into the log and pushes off with his left leg, spinning him around to face his opponent with a small smirk on his face and a bruise on the left side of his muzzle where the log made contact. "Now it's my turn." Another cool gust finds its way to the arena unsettling his quills and ears as his hands ignite with a soft purple aura, his energy melee was active, just not at full force, he was looking to send a message and had nothing to hide as far as his abilities were concerned. He raised his right arm and slowly formed his hand into a gun pose while repeating his sarcastic salute from the beginning of the round with his free arm. "Bang.." A small shot of un-concentrated energy escaped from his fingertip, nothing too dangerous or deadly, just enough to count as a strike and maybe singe some fur. The main focus of the quick shot was as a distraction, firing at her left shoulder, his intention was more for her to dodge right.. right into where he was chasing his shot and aiming for a medium power punch to the stomach he wasn't gunna hit the nice girl in the face if he could avoid it.. with any luck maybe she wouldn't dodge the first shot AND get hit by his followup, wouldn't that just be wonderful! Energy Remaining - 95% |
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| Breakfast Princess | Feb 16 2011, 08:10 PM Post #10 |
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Cokey frowned when Saffron collapsed into a log as a result of her kick. It wasn't that hard, sheesh. Or, maybe it was that hard. Either way, when Cokey saw her opponent pick himself up and turn to face her, she slid back into an easy combative pose. He had a sort of amused look on his face, and his words were easy but Cokey couldn't tell if he was being sincere or sarcastic. Either way, she didn't like the look on her face, and she'd be right if she'd guessed that he wasn't going to take her sort of sneaky hit with a shrug. Cokey didn't like the distance between them: hardly any at all. Cokey was not fast, on the contrary she was sort of on the slow side of the spectrum, but she could dodge waay faster than she could attack. She'd need that speed in dodging now, as Saffron started emitting a light and aimed at Cokey as if he were holding a gun. I was right, no weapon because he's got a power... was all Cokey had time to think when he aimed a shot of energy at her left side. Cokey saw it happening before it actually did, and luckily had time to dodge it... ...Only to be hit with a similiar blast right in her stomach. It hit her unexpectedly and it hurt a lot less than she expected it to, but a lot more than she wanted it to. (which was of course not at all) and it hurt quite a bit. "Ah!" Cokey groaned, clutching at her stomach. "I guess it's officially begun then," she said in a monotone; releasing the catch from her gun holster, sliding the small handgun out and cocking it, while simultaneously snatching her knife from its hold and holding that at the ready too. "I'm sorry, but I'm at a clear disadvantage without weapons," Cokey explained. Plus, with knife in hand, she had an idea. "But I won't use them yet.." Cokey assured as she ran at her opponent at full speed and, without dropping either of her weapons, attempted a sort of complicated spinning-leap-kick that Cokey had practiced, launching herself higher than should be possible. If the kick connected, it'd be a head strike, which would be excellent. Even if it didn't, Cokey still had firepower. ........ Illusion: 70% Persuade: 90% High(?): 100% Edited by Breakfast Princess, Feb 16 2011, 08:14 PM.
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 18 2011, 02:51 AM Post #11 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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"Hmph.. bulls eye." As he suspected, Cokey was easily able to avoid the first shot.. the only problem being that it is much harder to dodge a shot that is flying right towards where you have just moved to, especially after a leap of any sort to the side. Part of him was happy that this tournament was strikes only, it allowed him to restrain his attacks and not burn himself out fast.. beyond that, he wasn't going to have to use a high charge to accomplish his goal, so he could win without inflicting any serious damage. The last tournament I was in I got bit by some feral dogs, maybe this time there won't be a deal of healing required for everyone when it's all said and done.. Of course he knew that not everyone was going to show that same sort of restraint.. and even a tournament not posed of completely bludgeoning someone into the ground still posed significant danger to all involved, while optimism persisted, realism remained. Cokey groaned and clutched her stomach from where Saff's shot made contact and probably left a small burn.
He gave the back of his head a quick scratch with a shrug and a friendly yet competitive smile in response. "Yep.. suppose so, and don't worry, s' not permanent" He spoke in a slightly upbeat jokey manner while reassuring that any previously mentioned mark wasn't going to be be sticking around. He quickly returned his focus to the matter at hand as his opponents weapons were revealed to him.. and as he was always wary of, the situation had just gotten more dangerous.. while he was able to vary his attacks and go easy it was impossible to hold back knife stabs and gunshots, once unleashed, primitive and mechanized methods only had 2 settings.. miss, or hurt REALLY bad.. He assumed a defensive stance, trying to be as ready as possible to react to any slash or projectile.
"No point in bringin' somethin' you don't plan to use! Besides, there's nothin' you can throw at me I haven't seen yet...!" He had no response to her followup line, there was no time as he tightened his stance in response to her jetting forward towards him, his ears perked in some moderate semblance of surprise as she jettisoned herself into the sky, displaying some fancy acrobatic flips above his head. Impressive! He was lucky that her body was positioned between him and the ball of flame in the sky (sun) or he would be having to defend blin.. Gah! Was all he could think about as a ray of light reflected off her knife right into his pupils.. He quickly squinted and was able to make a silhouette of her outstretched leg heading for his head, to which he was able to raise his forearm to block.. It happened so fast, hopefully she didn't notice the light make a fool out of me.. THUD! Her shin connected with his forearm as his arm flexed in response, appropriating adequate strength to hold off the kick, albeit out of a slightly improper stance that put unnecessary stress on his elbow. Her kicking motion disrupted the air, sending a small breeze past his face where her foot would have made contact had he not recovered quickly.. the forces of strength and gravity popped his feet back slightly sending frost crystals into the warming air where they quickly melted and blew into both combatants as a very light mist. The soft flame-like essence from his blocking fist wasn't going to cause a burning sensation, only that of warming and that sort of prickly numbing 'my foot is asleep' sort of feeling through her foot and lower shin for an extremely short duration. "Heh.. Nothin'.." He muttered softly so only the two could hear. As gravity seemingly began to pull her body down towards him in a slow motion pivot around the blocking point, Saff tightens his free fist and unleashes an energized uppercut punch aimed at her torso once more, but Cokey wasn't completely helpless, anything but.. as while this could be a tough dodge, the truth was that both of them were in horribly exposed close ranged quarters with her at gravity's mercy and his hands being tied up, her body still pinning him still as long as he had to hold the block... The one unavoidable truth.. at least one of them was about to get walloped. Energy Remaining - 91% |
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| Lord Bowie | Feb 21 2011, 11:39 PM Post #12 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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At least one... A shot rang out but Saff never noticed, all he could feel was a sharp pain in his lower torso, all he could see was time slowing down around him.. mere instants extended in to the highest clarity slow mo.. Sounds came to his ears as if being forwarded through flooded rusty pipes, damp and deep, echoey and far from understandable. This was a serious wound, the body trying to distract itself from the sharp sensation of pain. He could only witness locked in his own slowed down state as small bits of red sprinkled into the air, dislodged by aggressive metal. He could see the sun without blindness and stared around, trapped in a shell, as fans frozen in time seemed to be enjoying the turn of events... ZAAAAAAAAAAAAP The inferno of coming back to reality greeted him with his bodys acknowledgment of being shot, his nerves screamed, his left oblique felt dead to him.. The sudden sensation of pain accidentally triggered his powers, an explosive burst of power was forwarded to his attacking fist, and it connected with Cokey with a thunderous boom sending her flying before impacting the frost and sliding to a stop at the foot of one of the logs. Energy - 30% Saff staggered around, completely out of focus, his side shrieked with pain as he clutched it, staring down... the once purely white snow was now taking on crimson, to counter, Saff energized his hands to cauterize the wound.. this process burned up a little more energy and was definitely far from pleasant as he fought to keep mild groans from escaping his breath. He would have to get to the bullet later... he coughs into his hand, tasting the blood before seeing spots of it ending up on his gloves. He was tough and would have to take the pain. Daaamn that smarts... S' been awhile before I'd been hit that good before.. gotta remember to say nice shot to her... His ears weakly perked as he realized he hadn't heard or seen Cokey since their exchange, upon looking around he discovered her from afar, she wasn't moving.. even for being shot he felt abnormally weak... looking down he could see that his gloves were charred and tattered, something that never happened when he was in control... That's not good.. not good at all.. looking up he realized that his state of shock allowed excessive energy beyond what he even figured was manageable into the energized uppercut.. judging by the lack of spring in his step, it was significant.. Whoda thunk I'd think the person who shot me would end up worse off.. He stands there for a moment, slightly bewildered.. the state of no focus being broken as he is declared the winner by knockout, he turns and takes a step, but looks back over his shoulder.. with a sigh he turns around, picking up her knife, stuck into the earth and retrieving her handgun which had ricochet off the log and landed feet in front of her... Carefully returning the weapons to their holds, he begins to pick her up and carry her away from the battlefield.. this show of mercy actually attracting a few boos from the crowd. The fight's over, I already made my statement even if it was a clumsy one.. least I can do as a show of respect is not leave her out in the cold.. He staggers out of their arena, coughing off to the side occasionally. [Continued in The Inter-Round "Holding Area"] |
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