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| Round 1: Alexander Grimm vs. Cain Rarazael; Location: Arena Two | |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Feb 12 2011, 06:14 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 Alexander Grimm? And you, you must be Cain Rarazael? Oh, I should hope so. Not so many humans in this match... 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 Alexander Grimm and Cain Rarazael!" 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, 07:56 PM.
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| Bang | Feb 13 2011, 09:09 AM Post #2 |
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Cain sighed as he walked out into the arena but was surprised by the depth of the snow. But he quickly regained composure and moved around to his side of the arena. As he waited for Alexander to get ready, he looked around and noticed the large logs in the area. He smiled took off his hoodie and covered his ears as her heard the crowd roar. Cain didn't usually fight infront of a crowd so the noise would take some getting used to. Once the screams from the crowd died down, Cain placed his hands in his pock as he focused his attention back on his opponent Alexander. "Glad I start off simple first..." He muttered under his breath as he looked over the male before him "Hey, You ready over there?" No, Cain wasn't impatient....It was just the tension fighting was so high....He could barely stand it. He was curious as to what Alexander could actually do. Heh, I'll just dodge for as long as I can, though this snow is gonna present a serious problem to my speed....Plus, I shouldn't use Ultra mode unless he makes it necessary...I'm not sure if the other combatants will make that into my weakness. Just gotta keep him from hitting my body and head. Definitely my head... Cain thought to himself as he rubbed on his forehead and pushed his glasses up Remember...I just gotta make his move before me...and when he's made a wrong move, that's when I'll strike and hopefully end this.... |
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| Crooked Axle | Feb 13 2011, 10:17 AM Post #3 |
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Alex smirked as the roar of the crowd washed across the arena. He started forward towards his starting position. As he walked, Alex drew out his revolver and checked to make sure it was loaded. With a flick of the wrist he snapped the chamber back in place. Alex gave the the chamber a quick spin as he reached the starting position.
Alex replied with a simple, "Hell yes." Alex raised his revolver and, with careful aim, pointed it at his opponents head. "I'm always ready." |
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| Bang | Feb 13 2011, 01:47 PM Post #4 |
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Cain smiled and looked down the barrel of the male's gun before quickly running away from the sight of the male, hopefully he wouldn't be hit by any bullets. The male hides behind a log and takes a moment to charge up his blast palm moves to before confronting Alexander again. After a few moments he runs out of his hiding place and blasts his attack "Hyaah!!" Cain shouted as he fired his Blast palm toward Alexander with great speed. If his attack hit, Cain would be able to come out from his hiding and land a few more hits but if it was a miss Cain would have to stay put and move when he needed to. Energy 90% Stamina 100% Edited by Bang, Feb 13 2011, 01:48 PM.
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| Crooked Axle | Feb 13 2011, 09:47 PM Post #5 |
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Alex saw some sort of blast racing towards him. He didn't have time to think, and so, he reacted on instinct. Alex engulfed his hand in flames and raised it up to meet the attack. The force jarred him slightly, but the effect dissipated quickly. Again acting on instinct, Alex quickly snapped up his pistol and, with careful aim, sent two bullets racing towards his retreating enemy's torso. He then made a quick mental note of his remaining ammunition, 4 bullets chambered and 12 in reserve. |
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| Bang | Feb 15 2011, 01:26 PM Post #6 |
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Cain spent enough time outside of his hiding spot to see the male use some fire attack but before he delve into a strategy, he noticed a hole in his shirt and a large spot of blood. He had been hit by one of the bullets that Alexander fired at him. "Damn, This isn't fair...Uhhn...There that should slow the bleeding down." He groaned as he ripped off his sleeve and pushed some of it in the wound. Cain sighed and rolled a ball of snow up, actually a few snowballs.. He then stuffed them into his hoodie before climbing up the log using his Boost orb . Cain smiled at Alexander as he stood on top of the log, soon began to clumo the snowballs up before tossing it at Alexander. Energy 85% Stamina 90% |
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| Crooked Axle | Feb 15 2011, 03:35 PM Post #7 |
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Alex watched as Cain formed a ball of snow and hefted it in his direction. As Alex moved out of the way of the clump of snow he muttered under his breath, "You have got to be kidding me." Alex decided not to waste such a great opportunity. He raised his revolver and took careful aim on his opponents head. Alex channeled some of his power into the gun and fired off two bullets that were engulfed in flames. With his flames power added to the bullets, they would have more chance of causing burn damage even with just a near miss. Alex made a quick check on his ammo, 2 bullets chambered and 12 in reserve. |
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