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| Round 1: Blader vs. Ryou Kazaki; Location: Arena Ten | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 12 2011, 05:52 PM (1,179 Views) | |
| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Feb 12 2011, 05:52 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 Ryou Kazaki? Oh, I should hope so. And you, you must be..... yes, that's you, Blader. 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, 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 Blader and Ryou Kazaki!" The audience erupted in applause and cheering, and the fanfare horns blew their salutation. 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, 07:54 PM.
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| Badx | Feb 12 2011, 07:40 PM Post #2 |
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Blader half-listened to Samuel's words, still more interested in playing behind the bar. He was starting to wonder why the bartender didn't mind. Occasionally he would dip his tongue into a scotch and apple juice hybrid. "I have here the matchup list, and the arena locations. I'll leave it here on this table. Now, it would behoove you not to stay up and get drunk. God help you if you have to fight tomorrow with a hangover." It took a moment for what Samuel said to register, but when it did Blader shot up, slamming his hands on the bar. For once he didn't say anything, he just look down at the polished wood with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. It's a...fight!? He thought, for the whole night. Never even left the bar. The next day his body went and joined everyone else, but his mind was lost, stuck on the revelation that he was in an actual tournament. When it was instructed Blader's body slouched its way to its designated arena. It's a fight. His mind still repeated that fraction of a sentence. "yes, that's you, Blader. I recognize you from Ser Auriel's description. Come on then, let's get you two in your places." His body followed the instructions with nary a bit of resistance, lazily trailing behind into the freezing cold in a sleeveless t-shirt. His tail made a line through the snow as Blader stopped just as the instructor did. At this point his mind synced up with his body and Blader became whole again. "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?" "It's a fight..." Unfortunately though his mind was now at the scene it was still stuck on the thought of actually having his opponent fight back. The roaring crowd, the vast white snow and his opponent all went unnoticed. He heard them, sure, but to him there were more important things to worry about. "My Lords, My Ladies, welcome to the first round of the Fourth SB Tournament! Announcing their debut match, I give you Blader and Ryou Kazaki!" The crowd erupted, their anticipation in stark contrast to the bleak lighting caused by the overcast. Blader continued to do as he was told, even if he wasn't looking forward to it. He shuffled to the far left side of the ring with no disregard to which side his opponent would take, and once there he sloppily spun on his heel to face his opponent. His head hung low Blader began speaking to himself, not realizing that the fight he was so terrified of had just begun. It was impossible to hear him, but he spoke anyways. "I'm gonna die!" |
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| D-Metal X | Feb 12 2011, 09:03 PM Post #3 |
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[I forgot to ask someone to edit the new description for Siiroi no Shi in Ryou's profile before this started. I'll do so now, but here's the updated description: Siiroi no Shi Ryou had gotten a decent night's sleep before the morning of his match arrived. He woke up and quickly got himself ready; he made sure to wear two layers of clothing, having noted that snow had fallen in the area. Cold was not his favorite thing in the world. Once he had his clothing set, he grabbed the most important items he would be carrying: his weapons. Koroshiya, his rifle, he carried in his hand. Kuroi no Ken, his dagger, he kept in its holster on his belt. On the opposite side of the dagger, he had a holster for Siiroi no Shi, a vial of a toxic substance with an injector. And lastly, a pack of spare ammunition for Koroshiya. The notable thing about this seemingly mundane activity, was that Ryou had decided to use rubber bullets for this tournament. In what one would call justifying his occupation as a killer, he considered himself an assassin only if hired to be one. He didn't have to kill when he wasn't one, and so decided to stay non-lethal if he could. His rubber bullets would not necessarily kill, but they would certainly hurt, especially since they were custom 7.7 mm bullets. They could even break bones, if they hit at just the right angle. [Source: Wikipedia. XD] With his armaments prepared, Ryou took a deep breath and headed into the cafeteria. He sampled some of the breakfast provided, giving his body carbohydrates to energize it in the battle ahead. It wasn't bad food. Once he was finished eating, he stepped out into the main area to hear Ser Auriel's announcement:
Ryou watched the echidna speak, glancing around the spectators every few seconds to see who was gathered. He wasn't told which was Blader, however. He would have to wait to find out his opponent's appearance. His time for waiting, however, was cut short by a herald calling to him. Ryou turned to face the messenger upon hearing his name.
Ryou looked and finally saw Blader. He did not recognize his opponent's species, but noted his red color and different style of dress, compared to what he had seen. He's not wearing any armor... thought Ryou, frowning. Not even any Kevlar... clearly he must have some attribute to make up for this. Perhaps, like me, he wishes to be agile in combat. Not a bad strategy. He has no visible weapons, either. He must be fighting hand to hand... or... maybe... he has something else up his sleeve... or since he doesn't have sleeves, his pants. A concealed weapon, perhaps? I'll have to be on guard... He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing in anticipation. Soon enough, he was led to the arena he would be fighting in by the herald.
Ryou nodded, gripping Koroshiya tightly and observing the crowd around him. It was certainly something he was not used to and definitely the first thing he noticed. However, his line of work had accustomed him to blocking out unnecessary distractions. The snow was next thing he noticed, hearing the crunching of it under his boots as he stepped to his side of the arena. We both have dark clothing and skin... we'll both be easy to see amongst this... and it's not actively snowing, for the most part. I can see through my scope...
Ryou arrived at his side of the arena, noting the mud that had formed in front of the brazier. It was still nice to be in the heat, however. Ryou noted to stop in front of a brazier if he got cold. He turned to face Blader, and raised Koroshiya high in the air. "Let's see what you do..." he muttered to himself, tightening his muscles in preparation. Edited by D-Metal X, Feb 12 2011, 09:19 PM.
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| Badx | Feb 12 2011, 10:10 PM Post #4 |
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For the longest time Blader stood there, hanging his head low and doing nothing. If he were a bit more sensible he would've given up and went home, but he wasn't. It would've made sense to simply explain that he wasn't this dimension's Blader, the one meant to take part in the tournament, but the nagging feeling at the back of his head wouldn't let him set aside the feeling that if he did everyone would think he was scared. He was, but the idea of people thinking he wasn't anything less than incredible shook him to his very core. Finally he looked up to see his opponent, someone who actually came prepared, aiming his gun at him. Blader had assumed the bullets were real, lending credence to the "I'm gonna die" thought. Shaking his hands to warm up he glared across the arena, took a deep breath, and screamed; "I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Plumes of red energy erupted from his fists like torches. They produced no heat, but whipped at the air like a stallion's mane. Blader broke into a mad dash towards Ryou, the snow impeding his movement more than he cared for. In the next moment he aimed a hand at the ground and engulfed himself in a red and white explosion. The white was the snow that firing at energy beam at his feet had kicked up, and it had managed to conceal his image. At least it might have if he hadn't used the forced from the blast to launch himself into the air. Now level with the audience in the front row Blader raised his remaining energy charged hand and aimed it towards his opponent. "Killer B Wave!" He superfluously shouted to denote the launching of his attack. A beam of the red energy shot from his hand with enough force to actually impede his descent. The mysterious substance tumbled over itself as it advanced towards Ryou as if each part was eager to be the first to hit him, Blader himself was just as eager. He'd forced himself to forget that he was in a fight he was grossly unprepared for and renewed the wanna be bad boy he made himself out to be. His opponent had a gun, so deadly force seemed to be condoned, if not encouraged. Not that it mattered to Blader, he was willing to kill anyone who even looked taller than him to get out of this fairly healthy. |
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| D-Metal X | Feb 12 2011, 10:53 PM Post #5 |
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Blader's sudden screaming of that phrase, almost made Ryou jump back in surprise, given its randomness and volume. "Am I that tense?" he asked himself, shaking his head. His pondering was quickly interrupted by his noticing that Blader was charging right towards him, his hands enveloped in a strange red energy that seemingly did not produce heat. Ryou didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to find out by getting hit by it. He immediately broke out in a dash of his own, going to the right. His goal was to get to one of the wooden posts in the arena, which would give him those few vital seconds to line up a shot. As he ran, the snow impeded him as well, slowing him down. He started to gallop, trying to minimize the amount of time his feet contacted the snow. Damn this snow... He kept his eyes on Blader as he ran, watching for any projectiles he might fire. The nearest wooden post was in close range. Ryou would get behind it, then quickly roll to the side and fire, ideally. His plan was disrupted, however, when Blader aimed his hand to the ground and caused a brilliant explosion of snow and red energy. Ryou actually stopped to glance at it, for a second. In a sense, it was quite beautiful, and certainly an excellent way to hide oneself, if need be. His excellent eyes, however, noticed that Blader was high in the air. He had propelled himself upwards with his attack! Ryou continued to run to the side, getting his rifle ready for a shot, eyes still on Blader. He was ready to dodge any attack thrown his way.
Ryou frowned at his opponents calling of his attack, but soon realized that a tumultuous wave of energy was heading right for him, seemingly alive in its approach. It was faster than he had expected, as well. He had now learned one of his opponent's projectile moves. Of course, he also learned a bad truth about this particular projectile: I can't completely dodge that! He had no choice; Ryou let out a yell and jumped forward as hard as he could, getting ready to somersault, hoping the beam would only hit his leg if possible. And so it did, hitting the side of his shin. Ryou felt as though he had been punched by a professional boxer. It wasn't pleasant. Ryou let out a grunt of pain, but eventually became able to tolerate it, as adrenaline pumped through his body. He managed to complete his (botched) dodging maneuver. Instead of somersaulting, though, he landed on his stomach. Nevertheless, he extended his arms and pushed himself up, grunting in pain again as he put weight on his lower leg to raise and stabilize himself, as well as to avoid slipping. His pain tolerance allowed him to take his mind off the pain, as he instinctively drew his rifle, aiming it in the air at Blader after locating the red creature. The thoughts raced through his mind like lightning: He's falling... I should aim lower than he is right now! He'll have to impact the ground with his blast to propel himself up again! he thought. He aimed his gun below Blader as he fell, trying to keep to the area where the center of Blader would appear in his descent. Within a second, he fired his shot. If it hit Blader, it would count as one of the ten hits. If it forced Blader to use another maneuver, then that could give Ryou ample time to reach a wooden post and plan another counterattack. It seemed like a good plan. |
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| Badx | Feb 12 2011, 11:47 PM Post #6 |
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"Hah, I've got this in the bag!" Blader smugly said to himself. The attack didn't net him a point according to the rules laid out to him by the accent free herald but it was the first hit of the match. Watching the ground as he dropped Blader failed to notice his opponent was already on the counter attack, and the bullet that struck him caught him by complete surprise. It was a jarring shot to the shoulder, one that threw him completely off balance and reeling into the snow. Blader squirmed for a second, gripping his shoulder in the vain hope that he could squeeze the pain out. Torso and thighs count as one strike, the head, two. Only seven points to be counted by ranged. The words of the herald rung in his head to remind him just how dire a mistake he had made. It wasn't until he'd actually touched the wound that he realized it wasn't one made from your typical bullet. It destroyed a layer of skin, sure, but for all his feeling around he couldn't find an entry wound. With a laugh Blader hoisted himself up, trying to keep his damaged arm at a distance from the rest of his body. "What the hell're you firing at me, pellets?" He mocked Ryou as his eyes darted around for a place to hide. The bullet may not have been real but the pain it carried with it was, this coupled with the cold weather made it incredibly bothersome. There was a pillar towards the center that he planned to make a run for as soon as he finished distracting his opponent. "Too bad for you I'm not left-handed!" True to his word his right hand lit ablaze with the red energy. It wasn't as large and impressive as the last two had been, in fact it was more of a little ball of fire in his palm. Still he swiped his hand across the frigid air and a little ball of red energy, equally unimpressive, shot out. Its destination was an afterthought, and Blader blatantly telegraphed that by running towards the center pillar with the wounded shoulder held tightly in place. He hadn't thought very far past the hit and run portion of his plan, but he knew the snow would have to be dealt with as soon as possible. The second order of business was to avoid using his basic energy attack for it lacked a name. Edited by Badx, Feb 12 2011, 11:55 PM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Feb 13 2011, 06:22 AM Post #7 |
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The gunshot went off, and Blader pinwheeled in the air, landing rather ungloriously in the snow. The herald, watching safely from the sidelines, raised a bright green pennant with two stylized swords crossed across its field, high above his head. "First strike to Ryou!" The audience roared their approval. |
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| D-Metal X | Feb 13 2011, 05:59 PM Post #8 |
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Ryou watched as Blader took the shot, which sent the red man tumbling into the snow. A sense of accomplishment filled Ryou's mind, backed up with the herald's announcement of his successful hit. Ryou would never admit it, but he felt a rush every time he made a successful assassination. Whether it was snapping someone's neck, sniping them from hundreds of feet away, or just taking them down in CQC, he felt something good after achieving his temporary goal. "Yes!" he exclaimed in triumph, watching the aftermath of his attack. Of course, Ryou's jubilation was disrupted by his realizing that he needed nine more hits on his opponent to win the match, and only six more could be ranged! I need to figure out a way to get close to him... CQC is a necessity for this match... hell, all of them... Ryou glanced around the arena, working on getting a better feel of his surroundings. The snow was still covering the majority of the ground; it would make running slower, as well as possibly leave either combatant vulnerable, if they slipped. Since we both have ranged abilities... one of us slipping will be an easy hit for the other... but it's a necessary risk to run... Ryou's planning was interrupted by Blader's voice; after all, it was the only voice that hadn't gone through sensory adaptation like the crowd:
He's recovered from that quite quickly... what is he planning now...? Blader's right hand lit up with energy, immediately drawing Ryou's eyes to it. Ryou wondered how many times Blader could use his odd attacks, and whether he suffered and bodily effects as a result. Is he fatigued by using them? If not... that is certainly a powerful weapon... Frankly, he didn't know what to expect from Blader at all. He needed more time to analyze this undeniably unique fighter. Ryou was sure of one thing, however, and that was that he only had thirteen bullets remaining. He then saw Blader swipe his hand, as well as the ball of energy that was released from it. Not wanting to suffer another hit, Ryou quickly ran to the side and towards the pillar he was initially running to. He made it, ducking down behind the wooden column, making sure he was completely hidden behind it. Koroshiya still needed time before it could fire another shot; Ryou decided to use the few seconds he received from his hiding to take a deep breath. He poked his head around the side of the pillar, looking around for any sign of his opponent. He was nowhere to be seen. Ryou then quickly looked up in the air; Blader hadn't launched himself up as before. That led Ryou to one conclusion: He's hiding behind a pillar... he must be planning... Ryou relaxed for another few seconds. The calmer he was, the more accurate his shots would be. [Sniper Adept] He may not know what pillar I'm behind... if he attacks it, I better be ready to avoid splinters... |
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| Badx | Feb 13 2011, 08:05 PM Post #9 |
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Blader resisted the urge to admonish the crowd for cheering his opponent. Currently his primary concern was to dull the pain from the abrasion on his shoulder, a difficult task for someone with no idea how to administer first aid. Kneeling down he scooped up a handful of snow and rubbed it on the wound with the intention of numbing his exposed skin, making frost bite all but certain. At the time it did make it numb, which is all Blader asked. His body flush against the formidable pillar Blader slowly analyzed his options. If he tried to get to the logs on his left or right he'd probably get shot, and if he ran straight at Ryou he'd get the same results. The energy for another attack was available, but the time it took to fire one would leave him vulnerable to, of course, getting shot. He wasn't willing to think past step two of a plan if it involved another rubber bullet wound. There wasn't much to do besides sit there and wait for Ryou to walk right up to Blader's face, which probably wasn't happening. Wait, maybe he will... He thought, not quite abandoning the idea. Cupping his hands around his mouth Blader lifted his head and yelled; "KILLER B WAVE!" There wasn't any actual attack, Blader hadn't even bothered making one. It was merely to coax Ryou into a false start, banking on the assumption Ryou heard him announce the attack earlier. Blader hoped everyone had heard at least, he wasn't yelling for his health. Disregarding that the fire red adolescent began preparing the actual attack. He clapped his hands together and after a deep breath, slowly pulled them apart. A red string of energy had formed in-between his hands. The energy crackled like lightning and his fingers noticeably tensed to keep it contained. Once the substance seemed stable Blader pressed his body tighter against the pole and looked off to the side, waiting to see if Ryou fell for his bluff. If he did that was great, Blader had successfully managed to slightly inconvenience his opponent. If he didn't, that didn't really matter since Blader was going along with this plan anyways. Edited by Badx, Feb 13 2011, 08:12 PM.
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| D-Metal X | Feb 13 2011, 08:44 PM Post #10 |
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Ryou had attained a brief sense of calm, almost relaxing himself against the wooden post. He just needed a little more time to obtain his prime sense of muscle tension and mental focus to perform a brutally effective shot. But, much to his dismay and surprise, his concentration was interrupted by Blader's announcing of his attack.
Ryou knew he had to run; even if he hid and let the wooden post take the impact, there was no guarantee that it wouldn't shatter and he would be hurt by debris. Regardless, he needed a direction to run in, obviously, so he could not only dodge further attacks but counter with his own. He quickly poked his head around the post on both sides to get a location of Blader, and subsequently his attack, prepared to run... ... but he wasn't there. Hell, there wasn't even a blast coming! "What the..." It hit him immediately. He must have bluffed me! Or... he's planning another attack and wanted to distract me by calling that attack! Okay... just because he says the name, doesn't necessarily dictate his usage of an attack... better keep that in mind... He glanced around again, looking for any sign of Blader around his immediate area. There was none. Without much delay, Ryou prepared his rifle and ran for the pillar closest to him. After all, a moving target would certainly be more difficult to hit. As he ran, he kept a watch for Blader by moving his head around. That brief rest gave him some much needed energy. His muscles tensed; he was ready to fire a shot in any direction. Perhaps... I could feign him myself... well, I can't pretend like I took his attack because there was no attack at all... but maybe... no, I can't assume anything yet... I need to analyze him more... Edited by D-Metal X, Feb 13 2011, 08:46 PM.
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| Badx | Feb 13 2011, 09:39 PM Post #11 |
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He waited for a brief moment to give Ryou time to fall for his trick, and when the next move looked ready for action Blader spun around and placed his hands wrist deep in the snow at the base of the pillar. The untamed energy rebelled against being in the pure white substance, whipping it away left and right. On top of that there was still slight pain from the shoulder wound, making it difficult to keep the rebellious energy in its place. Everything about the weather seemed to dull his skills in its own little way, so wasting no time Blader announced his next move. "Killer B Stinger!" An attack accompanied his shouts this time, the red energy shooting out along the ground. It wasn't clear whether he planned it or not but the pillar stood strong against Blader's assault. A dull hum rung out as it was battered in an attempt to topple it. Of course the red energy was by no means an unstoppable force, eventually it had to part ways in order to proceed. Fortunately this resulted in two beams racing across the arena, bordering themselves with the snow they pushed from their path. From a distance it must have looked like someone slowly painting the arena in large strips. Up close it was simply Blader destroying the terrain. Unfortunately, the effort wasted trying to get past the pillar made them pitifully weak attacks. Actively hitting the pillar with the intention of getting it out of your way may have also been illegal. That hadn't occurred to Blader, so it was perfectly legal in his book. There was also the fact that he had no idea where the stingers would end up. The downside of executing an attack when you can't see your opponent. The splitting didn't help either, only causing each beam to go off on its own agenda. Neither of which included attacking the enemy. He had essentially sent two trains on a crash course with whatever was unlucky enough to get in their way, and trains aren't really interested in winning tournaments. This attack wasn't about Ryou however, it was done with the intention of creating a trench for Blader's use. Hitting Ryou would be a bonus though, one that he really wanted. Edited by Badx, Feb 15 2011, 10:26 PM.
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| D-Metal X | Feb 15 2011, 07:16 PM Post #12 |
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[Sorry for the wait; I was really sick yesterday. X_X] Ryou made it to the nearest pillar without much trouble, ducking down behind and catching breath. Thankfully, he wasn't too fatigued, nor was he too cold as a result of his running. The snow was getting to be a major pain for him, however. He knew he could slip and be a sitting duck; thus, it would be best to let Blader come to him. Ryou was extremely patient; if there was no immediate threat from Blader he could sit behind the pillar for hours. Patience was a key attribute in being an assassin. However, Ryou knew that he couldn't stall for too long, or could he? If Auriel had mentioned anything about a time limit, he had forgotten. Forgetting anything was a rare feat for him. Unfortunately, he had forgotten something important this time. I can't stall too long... I need to finish this quickly... he thought, waiting for a sign of Blader. And just like that, he got one.
Ryou glanced around the edge of the pillar, watching for an attack as he did before. It didn't take too long to locate Blader's bright, eclectic attack. Ryou watched as the wave of energy smacked one of the pillars in the distance with the ferocity (and noise) of a cannon. To Ryou's surprise, the wooden structure remained attack, but he didn't focus on it long. He noticed the portion of energy that circled around the pillar head straight upon doing so. "What... is he aiming for?" asked Ryou aloud. His pillar was to the right of one of the newly formed beams; Ryou held himself tight against it. The attack whished by Ryou spraying snow at him. He ducked down, holding his arm in front of his head. Lucky for him, the attack was weak and mainly pushed the snow aside rather than spraying it to the side. "Damn... what was the point of that?" he muttered to himself. Why would he attack randomly? Is he trying to flush me out of cover? Well, it didn't work... and he must know how weak his attacks are. Unless... he... wanted to clear a path! It would be more effective to get on top of the pillar or in the air as he was before to target the other pillars... no, I think this attack was aimed low for clearing that snow... It would have been perfect; Ryou would have hid behind the pillar, and as soon as he heard Blader's footsteps he would pop out for a shot. Unfortunately, there was a crowd of spectators this time around, all still cheering. A tinge of anger filled Ryou's mind as he formulated another plan. He never liked his tried and true plans being unusable. Then, it hit him. He could possibly find out Blader's location! He will be at the pillar at the end of the trenches... he's dug himself some trenches... and himself into a hole... Ryou then took a deep breath, gripping Koroshiya tightly. Turning himself around to face the pillar, he aimed his rifle and positioned himself so that he was partially around the left side of the pillar, his gun's barrel positioned to aim right at the pillar at the end of the newly formed trenches. He didn't let his guard down, though. He took one step back from the pillar, giving him a (slightly) larger portion of the area around him in his peripheral vision. His eyes glanced from the left, to the center, and finally to the right over and over again, at the fastest Ryou could move them. His species had great eyesight; he planned to utilize it. If I see him... I'll take the shot. If he comes around to the left or right, I'll spin the opposite way around the pillar and counter that way... |
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| Badx | Feb 15 2011, 08:50 PM Post #13 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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[No problem...I was sleep all day and night.] Just seconds after the attack subsided Blader rushed out from his cover, deciding to take the right trench. His decision actually had reasoning behind it; there was only one log on the right side and it was already behind him. As he ran he would only have to look to one side. The ground that was once hidden beneath the blanket of snow was still frozen and it allowed him to greatly increase his speed. With quick, light steps he dashed down the pathway, his head cocked to the side on the lookout for Ryou. "Shit, what do I do when I find him?" He muttered, realizing he didn't know what to do when he found his opponent. The logs Ryou could be behind were a fair distance away, actually finding him would devolve into another long-range duel. The obvious answer would be to make more trenches, but the time it took to charge the attack left him vulnerable. There may have been other options to consider but Blader had become a tad distracted. "There you are, you son of a bitch!" He stopped in his tracks, pointing an accusing finger at the figure in the distance. It was only a second later that Blader thought preparing an attack would be a better use of his time. Instead he decided to jump around like an idiot. It had occurred to Blader that maybe if he kept himself moving then Ryou would either miss or hit an area that didn't count as a strike. He showed his dedication to this theory by leaping up and down the trench with fervent tenacity. As soon as a foot would tap against the arena floor he would bound up, making sure not to keep himself in the same place for too long. Every so often Blader would miss his mark and land a foot in the snow, quickly correcting his mistake by skipping back into his 'safe zone'. For one of the competitors to break into what looked like a spontaneous dance must have been incredibly confusing to those watching, but Blader was entirely confident in his plan. So confident was he that the boy found time to make vulgar gestures at his opponent in-between his jumping antics. It didn't do anything to help his image, but it did boost his self-image. If he was lucky enough to avoid the inevitable bullet then it would also boost his chances of closing the gap between himself and Ryou and allow him to partake in what he was assuming was Ryou's weakness; Close quarters combat. Of course he'd also assumed Ryou was using real bullets, and while that didn't kill him, this assumption might cause him to lose. |
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| D-Metal X | Feb 18 2011, 01:38 PM Post #14 |
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TIME TO REALLY EXPLODE!
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Ryou turned his eyes just as Blader made his accusatory declaration, conveniently. He saw Blader at the end of the trenches that had been created; he gripped his rifle in anticipation. He also began to prepare himself to run after taking his shot or, if he had to, dodge another one of Blader's energy attacks. Ryou frowned, wondering if Blader had any tricks up his (proverbial) sleeves. He had clearly seen Ryou, and knew that Ryou had a very accurate gun. Why would he leave himself so vulnerable? He must have some sort of plan... Regardless, Ryou held his ground, preparing himself to fire a shot. He would aim for the chest again; not only would it count for one of his hits, but he could possibly shatter a rib or cause some sort of breathing abnormality. Either would result in a significant advantage for him. Furthermore, the chest was the widest area of Blader's overall slender body, and subsequently would be the easiest to hit. Ryou knew he couldn't aim for the head unless he was absolutely sure he would hit; after all, he was on limited ammunition. Alright... thought Ryou. Get ready, Ryou... take the shot in... 3.... The crosshairs moved to Blader's chest, slightly to the left and about a third of the way down from the neck. 2... Ryou held his breath, tensing all of his muscles to keep himself still. He blocked out as many non-relevant stimuli as he could: the cold, the crowd, the snow... all of them were irrelevant right now. 1... But before he could fire the shot, Blader jumped into the air! Ryou moved his scope down to get a wider view. His opponent was jumping into the air rather frequently, as if the ground below him consisted of trampolines. Ryou was impressed; apparently this Blader had some tactical knowledge after all. And a penchant for rude behavior as well. Ryou shrugged off Blader's rude gestures and taunting; he had heard plenty of curses and insults aimed at him before in his line of work. Things like that didn't affect him to great degree. Regardless, he noticed that Blader was getting closer to him as jumped around. If he got any closer, Ryou would have to resort to CQC; Ryou vastly preferred using his rifle. He needed to use every opportunity he had to shoot. Furthermore, he had to act fast because the snow in the trenches was gone, after all. That would allow both Ryou and Blader to run faster, but Blader was the only one running this time around. The one flaw with your plan, Blader, is that what goes up must come down. You cannot fly, or at least I don't think so, so you will land at the end of your jump... and then you will be hit... To get Blader back into scope, Ryou held his arms out forward with Koroshiya placed in his hands as if he was giving it to someone; the entire gun was perpendicular to his arms, which were bent at right angles with the forearms extended out. The trigger and grip were in his dominant hand (right), and the left hand held the forend. He focused his eyes on Blader, following him as he jumped, eventually getting a "lock" onto him. In as fluid of a motion as he could make, Ryou snapped his right arm back while simultaneously moving his left arm forward. He then quickly moved his arms up, resulting in Koroshiya in firing position and Blader in his scope. Giving himself that one vital second to catch up with Blader movements, Ryou waited until the second Blader next landed on the ground again. Once Blader had landed, Ryou fired his next shot, aiming for Blader's chest. If he hit him, Ryou would use the opportunity to relocate to another pillar. If he missed, he would let Blader approach and attempt to attack him with his blade. But he hoped it wouldn't come to that. These bullets travel at thousands of feet per second... surely it'll hit him... Edited by D-Metal X, Feb 18 2011, 01:40 PM.
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| Badx | Feb 18 2011, 06:32 PM Post #15 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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Blader could see Ryou preparing to shoot him. It seemed to put a damper on his plans. Damn he's actually gonna shoot me! he thought, the earlier confidence quickly draining. Blader was still confident in his speed however, thinking that no matter how great a sniper Ryou would never be able to hit him on his best day. The ground was a different story, it was after he touched down from his previous journey into the skies that Blader took his first shot. He may not have been very good with plans but Blader was capable of pattern recognition. The problem was that he had no way to counter a bullet to the face. Ryou was ready, he could see that, and Blader was mere seconds from hitting the ground. If there was more than one option he didn't have the time to think of it. Once his foot impacted the pillowy layer of snow Blader's leg buckled, not from his own weight but because the only conceivable plan he had was to hit the dirt and hope Ryou wasn't aiming from his feet. The sound of gun fire rang out and Blader dropped his head onto the arena floor. He hadn't forgotten that his opponent was using non-lethal ammunition, but the explosive sound of caused him to clench his eyes shut and hope that whoever had just gotten shot was himself. There wasn't any immediate pain, or any pain at all. It was the type of painlessness that Blader related to death, shuffling off this mortal coil and being released from the unbearable lightness of being. In reality he had just not been shot. The hairs atop his head were shredded, as were one of the giant quills he fashioned his hair into, but for the most part Blader had managed to actually dodge a bullet with his quick thinking. "That...doesn't count as a strike, does it?" It was an incredibly close call, one that Blader had no interest in repeating. There wasn't time to lay there and wait for the herald to make a call, Blader lifted his upper body and kicked the snow away from his feet until there was enough traction to take off again. He didn't bother jumping around which reduced his speed again but that didn't really matter to him. For the first time since the fight started he'd get to see his opponent up close, and there was nothing more satisfying to Blader than beating up people he thought were weaker. Once he was within range he planned on opening with a knee to the gut, as he always did. From there and assuming the first attack connected Blader would just whale on Ryou until the ten strikes were allotted. It was either a serious underestimate of Ryou's physical abilities or a massive overestimation of his own. "Here's a tip my .50 cal pal. Don't assume I like waiting around for hair spiking shits to shoot me in the face!" Blader shouted as he charged towards his opponent. Unbeknownst to Ryou Blader was in the midst of another battle. It was a battle against Ryou's silent demeanor. Blader desperately wanted to get his opponent to stoop to childish insulting with him, if he could do that then even if he ended up losing Ryou's victory would be Pyrrhic. At least, to Blader it would. |
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