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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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| 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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Mar 24 2011, 05:42 PM Post #31 |
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Advancing on the bear, the progress bar completely filled, giving way to the words BLUNT TRAUMA PROTOCOL REFRESHED in his HUD. Pursing his lips together, he shrugged his shoulders violently and pitched his head back. Miles emitted a harsh screeching sound that sounded like a dialup modem that was dialing up while being struck by the full amperage of a lightning blast while he rushed at Garret, hammering his fists together in a synchronized fashion to where they swung back at the moment he calculated to properly drive them forward into Garret. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:01 PM Post #32 |
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What was his opponent, was now a huge screaming metal train wreck about to happen, and Garret was standing on the tracks. The loud noise should have confused him, but his ears had grown accustomed to such sounds from working on his own high-pitched bracelet. The way the cyborg was bearing down on his looked painful, but Garret wasn't going to just stand here and take it. He hoped. Just a little more, in order the execute a successful dodge, he'd have to move early enough not to get hit, but late enough for the fox to not change course. Just a little more... |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:05 PM Post #33 |
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Miles thrust both fists out at Garret as data scrolled across his HUD. Smaller, most likely going to dodge. He swept his right leg out in a spiral kick to trip the bear up if that was the case. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:08 PM Post #34 |
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...NOW! Garret flung himself to the side, and heard the Fox's arms collide above him. It seemed as though he had pulled it off, but the Fox's foot disagreed. Garret's foot meet his and threw the bear off balance. He staggered a bit to the side, waving his arms to try to keep stable. |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:11 PM Post #35 |
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His center of gravity's been thrown off, Miles thought as he advanced on the bear. Terminate! The fox broke into a running jump to piledrive Garret in the chest with his heavy feet, mechanical systems hissing violently as he got into the ebb and flow of the final hour. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:25 PM Post #36 |
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Oh god, I'm dead. Garret struggled to return to a stable stance, but knowing the fox would try to batter him in such a vulnerable state made the bear run while balancing. Needless to say, it was not effective. Eventually, the other foot hit the ground and he rose up. He turned around only to see the fox bounding toward him again. He made a desperate jump onto the ground, hoping to get under the fox.. |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:28 PM Post #37 |
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Attempting a slide, Miles thought. Terminate kick. I don't need a computer to tell me that! He lowered his legs and settled back towards the ground, aiming to land on Garret's ankles or feet. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:34 PM Post #38 |
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Garret got lucky and slid to a halt just beside the fox's current landing. He was however still on the ground, and not much could really be done in that state. He quickly attempted to pick himself up. Eventually he was going to have to do something other than run away, but for now he didn't have much of a choice. |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:35 PM Post #39 |
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Miles launched his left foot out at the bear to keep him down. His weight was certain to keep him on balance. Stomping Garret would prove to be an excellent tactic right about now. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:38 PM Post #40 |
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At his attempt to get-up, Garret was met with a cold, metal foot to the back. The sheer weight of the armor was enough to keep Garret down, much less the immense pressure he was placing on it. This wasn't a good place to be obviously, and Garret rushed to think of some sort of escape. None came to mind though. |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:42 PM Post #41 |
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Miles was confident that he had won now. Foot planted on the bear's back, he wasn't going to mess around. This was it. The grand finale. Rambo kills the penultimate bad guy. Scarface gets shot in the back. The Terminator gets smashed into an industrial press. Garret wasn't going to pass go or collect two hundred dollars. It was gravity and the application of pressure that would seal it. The fox lowered his head and the entire weight of his leg down on the bear's back. |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 02:52 PM Post #42 |
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The whole "Escape" thing was hard enough without this big lummox pressing down on him. He could easily stun the Fox's armor with this bracelet and slither his way out, but THAT would be against the RULES. It was getting hard to breathe with suck weight on top of him. In all honesty, this was a losing fight from the start; a huge cyborg vs that one kid who has a gun. not a fair match in the slightest. Maybe Garret would do better next round, but for now, there was no escaping it: "OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE ! I GIVE UP! GET OFF OF ME!" |
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Mar 25 2011, 02:59 PM Post #43 |
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"OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE ! I GIVE UP! GET OFF OF ME!" Miles stared down at the bear, keeping his foot planted on him. "If you concede, then it had better be binding," He broke his sentence off to think. Is it a trick so that he can come back at me? HIGH PROBABILITY OF DECEPTION AT PLAY, the computer advised. However that could be countered by the act of a judge. Unless the judge allows it to continue based on the fact that it's a psychological tactic. ADVISE TERMINATION He wrinkled his nose. Sure, I worked myself into a bloodlust earlier, but that's the stimulants talking. I'm not a guileless killer. Crushing him would be cold blooded. I already have him dead to rights. What would Kenji think? ..This isn't war. This is simply a tournament. Killing him would bring dishonor upon me. I could just keep him there and detain him. He nodded as he reached internal agreement. The flow of thought only took fractions of a second from his last word. "Until then, I am detaining you. But you will not be terminated." |
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| Zak | Mar 25 2011, 03:13 PM Post #44 |
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"...At least let up your foot a bit?" Seriously? The guy was literally stepping on him and bucket brain expects him to lie about giving up? Tons of people were watching! The judges themselves were! How could he deny it if it was a lie? The hunk of metal seemed to be set in his decision. All Garrett could do was wait. Though he also could rest his head on his palm and look as impatient as possible. He could do that too, and he did. |
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Mar 25 2011, 03:13 PM Post #45 |
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Miles slowly raised his foot to comfortable breathing height. "Is that better?" |
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