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- Round 1: Garret Ranson vs. "Cy-Fox"
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| Round 1: Garret Ranson vs. "Cy-Fox"; Location: Arena Eight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 12 2011, 06:00 PM (1,416 Views) | |
| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Feb 12 2011, 06:00 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 Garret Ranson? Oh, I should hope so. And you, you must be Miles William Prower...? Yes, that's you; I recognize you from Ser Auriel's description. Oh, I hope we'll not offend if we just refer to you by your nom du guerre. 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. 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 Garret Ranson and Cy-Fox!" 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, 07:57 PM.
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| Zak | Feb 13 2011, 10:24 AM Post #2 |
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It was still hard to believe he'd made it so far. It seemed as though just yesterday, garret was at his normal home doing normal things, like a normal boy. In essence, that was all Garrett was, a normal boy with a fancy gun. Now, being among these heroes and legends, it made him nervous, almost frightened even. He tried to gulp down his fear, lest this childish worry impair his fighting. He knew that against a professional, he needed all the skill he could get, and a bit of luck would help greatly too. He turned to his opponent, and gave a quick smile. "Good luck pal." he said quickly, before doing as instructed and walking to his side of the field. Strange though, He could have sworn that his opponent had a name similar to the fox on TV. News broadcasts had many times covered the heroics of a certain "Sonic Hedgehog" and "Miles 'Tails' Prower".In fact, Garret had been sent home from school early one day, due to the threat of the world being shot form a giant space laser. He had watched frightened with his family as two glowing figures pushed a giant fireball out of the sky. Obviously the two heroes. One last check before the battle began. he clicked open the small weapon and checked the levels of various ammunition and fuel. The spark chip is primed for ignition, the hammer has no visible issues, the bullet inputs are all clear of debris. With that final check he shut the device and brought his hand up to a salute. Hopefully the battle would not be as difficult as e expected. When he had said "good luck" to his opponent, he really meant to comfort himself. |
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Feb 14 2011, 06:10 AM Post #3 |
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A bear with a flamethrower? Miles thought as he took his paces to his section of fenceposts. He slowly turned around to face Garret, opening up the side armor in his hips, revealing his Model 10 Multi-Role Weapon, its nanomodules and ammunition. Scanning the bear, the resulting information flashed up on his HUD. He's just a kid, the fox thought, pulling out a nanomodule for the submachine gun mode of the Model 10 and feeding it into the ammunition slot. The weapon started to shift in configuration until it met the proper parameters. He then took the nanomodule that would allow it to use 9 millimeter and fed that in as well. The barrel and receiver changed in response. From the other hip, he removed a box magazine filled with 9 millimeter rounds and inserted it into the ammo slot, and closed the compartments. Staring over at Garret, he rigidly stood at attention and raised his empty left hand up to his forehead. "Good luck, kid." |
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| Zak | Feb 17 2011, 01:35 PM Post #4 |
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Garret waited for someone to call start. Although after a while he realized that this was not going to happen. He didn't really know how to start, he didn't want to make the first move, and he didn't really know what to expect from the cyborg. He set his gun to Rapid Fire, and made sure his bracelet wasn't stabilized. He bent down a bit, got into the position to run or jump quickly, and moved a bit to the side. he still kept his distance, and moved to avoid the stumps in the ground. The sole purpose of this slow movement was to convey the idea that he wanted the fox to go first. Garret was better with dodging fist strikes than dealing them. |
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Feb 17 2011, 02:27 PM Post #5 |
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Miles shouldered his weapon and knelt into a modified Weaver stance, putting Garret in the optical sight of his Model 10. The fox's right eye lit up with a turquoise color as his Heads-Up Display analyzed the bear's stance and possible directions for Miles to lead him from. The index finger of his right hand was tight on the trigger. Threat locked in. Now he just had to wait for him to make the first move. |
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| Zak | Feb 17 2011, 04:19 PM Post #6 |
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Garret watched the fox's eyes light up and ready himself for a shot. Although the fox was merely aiming and locking onto the bear, Garret had mis-interpreted this action as getting ready to fire at his current position, and thus, garret mistakenly jumped to the side to avoid the bullet. |
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Feb 17 2011, 05:23 PM Post #7 |
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A bright orange line indicated the side that Garret was moving to and possible new positions. Turning in the direction of his roll, he shot off one burst where Garret rolled to, and another slightly past it in the direction he was moving. |
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| Zak | Feb 18 2011, 03:48 PM Post #8 |
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Two shots were fired by the fox. One was shot ahead of garret, and he luckily missed this one. the other however, came an inch too close and grazed Garret's side, a perfectly strait cut but into his side. The pain was polite enough to wait for garret to flop onto the ground to become a burning sensation. He felt the pain, but got up wavering. He raised his own gun at the fox and fired off a good 5 shots in his direction. I need to get close. he thought. close enough to stun him with a resonant wave, or maybe close enough to do some burn damage. What did the announcer say again? 10 hits to win. He didn't know if the last bullet counted, but sooner or later the fox would have to attack him directly at least 3 times. It seemed until then all they could do was exchange gunfire. While he shot off, garret hid behind one of the smaller wooden stumps. |
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Feb 18 2011, 04:15 PM Post #9 |
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Two rounds struck the cyborg in the center mass, prompting him to step back a pace. It was an organic reaction, but after all, he still had a Mobian body underneath this suit. Miles released his left hand from the Model 10 and held it out with his right to keep the bear wanting to hug the cover that he had. Opening up the left-hand compartment in his upper leg armor, he pulled out what looked like a boxy flask. Twisting the cap, the device flashed orange and beeped once. It was one of his modular grenades, which was in flashbang mode. He threw it in an arc towards the stump. The flashbang would create a blinding flash and also make a very annoying loud noise. His helmet formed up from his neck, covering his ears and his face. A turquoise glow came from his visor. |
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| Zak | Feb 18 2011, 06:43 PM Post #10 |
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The grenade fell at garrets feet. The shock of being next to a live grenade wore off quick enough for him to attempt to throw it back. it detonated a few feet form his postilion though. The sound hit him hard, and to some extent, the light. He was facing away to return to his hiding spot, but the sound still got to him, and to some extent the light. In this daze he was vulnerable, but not stupid. Struggling to focus his vision and regain his composure, he still hid behind the stump. He set his bracelet to stabilize. Should the fox wander over, he would be met with a sonic wave that would send his body rattling. |
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Feb 18 2011, 10:13 PM Post #11 |
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Miles pulled out another modular grenade, setting it to the same flashbang mode. Several wireframe arcs appeared in his HUD. The ones closest to the bear flashed red and disappeared. He chose the one that was at a balance between range and reach and executed the throw. If he could stun him enough, he'd be able to pick him off with a few bursts. |
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| Zak | Feb 20 2011, 11:17 AM Post #12 |
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Another grenade fell at Garret's feet. Of course, still blurry from the last one, he didn't really notice until he was hit with the full blast. Eyes watering and ears ringing, he slumped over in a weak fashion. He really couldn't wait any longer to attack the fox, no matter how far away he may be, he had to pull out a trump card. He struggled to find the hand holds on the log and climbed up a bit, holding his arm above the stump. He reached up with his other hand and gave the bracelet a quick flick, before having to bring his hand back to the hand hold to support his weight. A piercing sound wave would echo across the stadium. Some audience members would have to cover their ears, but more importantly, the fox would find his armor rattling in harmony with the sound. |
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Feb 20 2011, 11:26 AM Post #13 |
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Miles' armor shook with the resonance of the bracelet's emissions. Clever, the cyborg thought. I'd of never guessed such a trinket could be used to that extent, but it's not like I'm fully robotic. The nanometal armor in his arms retracted in towards the shoulders, revealing the tight soft armor he wore underneath. He squared Garret up on his HUD and fired, continuing to retract his armor as a safety measure. |
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| Zak | Feb 21 2011, 07:25 AM Post #14 |
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Garret heard another bullet impact the log behind him. This meant the fox somehow wasn't vulnerable to garret's only effective move at this point. he was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it. He didn't want to try firing until his vision came back, but he couldn't give his bracelet another flick at this point. All he could do is wait and hope. |
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Feb 21 2011, 07:41 AM Post #15 |
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Miles dug out his last modular grenade for the match and readied it to act as another flashbang, advancing on the blinded bear. Calculating the timing that it took for the flashbang's effects to subside according to normal Human and Mobian parameters, he made the flashbang live and dropped it on the ground deliberately when he closed the distance between the two. The armor suit snapped back into place, and the Model 10 was at the best range it could work for a Snapshot. Keeping the SMG tight in his hand, he sprayed bursts indiscriminately at the bear, able to maintain accuracy while the flashbang went off because of the arm's rigid stability. |
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