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| Round 2: Blader vs Saffron; Location: Arena Six | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 31 2011, 10:40 AM (439 Views) | |
| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Mar 31 2011, 10:40 AM Post #1 |
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The impotent, overcast sun had just begun to kiss the stadium roof, suspended over the screaming stands by impressively carved stone pillars. The day had not brought more snow, though a brisk wind had begun to sail across the arenas, bringing the promise of a cold evening and a frigid night. The braziers were blazing once more at the edges of the arena once more, melting the ice that had formed after the conclusion of the first match. The snow layer that not outright melted now covered a layer of mired peat and gravel. The Arenas had not been attended to; Auriel decided the peculiar conditions of the arena would add a psychological factor. They were still functional, to a degree, and it wouldn't until they were properly shattered by the combatant's conditions. And so it was that the heralds led the two combatants onto the field, the audience roaring in approval. Arena Six revealed some footsteps, a certain spray of blood in one particular area, and a congealed pool in a depression indicating where someone fell. The battle ended very abruptly. "I hope I needn't repeat myself, gentlesirs," the herald said smoothly. "Please assume your places on either side of the arena and we'll begin." Without further ado, the herald began his introduction. "My lords, my ladies, welcome to the second match of the tournament! We have for you today two new combatants, both of which have proved their mettle and valor, and perhaps gained your favor in the previous round. In the hither corner, I give to you a man who has performed very well this far, and is no doubt seeking his second victory in the tournament. My lords and ladies, please welcome Blader!" "And in the thither corner, I give to you a man who would well seek to deny Blader his second victory, and in so doing, secure a second victory for himself! My lords and ladies, please welcome Saffron!" The audience cheered, and fanfare soared as the herald bowed to the crowd above him. Turning away, he called to the combatants, "Salute your opponent, then begin!" |
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| Badx | Apr 1 2011, 02:11 PM Post #2 |
The airbrush is my bitch
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For the most part he was rather unimpressed with his opponent's appearance, purple like the girl he thought he knew and with goofy spiked hair like his last opponent who didn't really have hair. He wore gloves like everyone else and Blader didn't really like him, like everyone else. Mostly he was disappointed that his opponent didn't look all that cool to him. There was, however, one thing that Blader couldn't get over, one thing about Saffron that nagged at the back of his head. It pestered him to such a degree that instead of saluting like he was instructed, Blader scratched his head and asked his new opponent a question. "Where the hell're your pants, man?" Saffron was the only person he'd ever known to walk around dressed in nothing but gloves and shoes. To be blunt, it weirded him out. While he could have waited for an answer Blader thought it best to distance himself from the barely clothed hedgehog and take his position at the wooden gate. Casually leaning up against it he basked in the warm glow of the fires. He made it a note to always get to the torch bearing side before his opponent from now on. A good night's rest in the bar did a body well, the pain from his shoulder wound unnoticeable. It also helped that he caved in and had himself checked out by the healers. Taking the time out for a quick warm up Blader swiveled his neck and various other limbs before proceeding to kick the match off. It was only then that he realized he had no idea how to open a fight. With Ryou, he opened the match by charging at the sniper in a desperate bid not to be killed. When he saw the judges call the match before anyone was actually dead Blader realized his chances of being killed were slim to none. Still, he wanted to kill his opponent, just to be on the safe side. He could sit around and see what Saffron can do and organize a counter attack, or he could go in with both arms blazing and utterly destroy him. Those were the only two strategies he knew. It was the longest he had ever thought anything over, so of course he immediately stopped upon coming to a pseudo-epiphany. "Wait, what am I doing. This dude's got no balls, I can take him!" Looking across the arena Blader stuck out his long tongue and grabbed his crotch with all the maturity and grace of someone named Blader. Sure he decided that Saffron would be a pushover, but running through the snow took effort. He didn't want to exert himself against someone he thought he was stronger than. The best course of action was to taunt his opponent into coming to him...and then destroying him. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 1 2011, 06:06 PM Post #3 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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"I know the drill.." Saff seemed unenthusiastic compared to his first match, he was still confident in his ability but something just seemed off.. his nightmare and running into his new vampire adversary seemed to change the severity and nature of the situation at hand.. He thought shallow thoughts as he approached his starting position."
Upon picking up his opponents name in the wind, he turned his focus to his foe, a rather odd looking fellow who looked very unnatural in nature, not of this realm.. devilish. He was colored a bright red.. it would be easy enough to spot him.. breaks in the clouds in the sky slightly blurred his vision from time to time as he thought of where something like this could have come from.. what he was.. He didn't appear any more dangerous than the sorts he had mingled with in the past.. in fact those two abnormally long strands coming off the back of his head made him appear silly.. and his wardrobe was a bland flat black. It's probably good I didn't look at who I was fighting ahead of time, chances are that I'd have learned very little either way..
My lords and ladies.. heh.. I'm doing more than seeking, you could throw anyone at me and I'll make it my business to keep piling on the wins.. this abnormality won't stop me. Looking around it seemed like the cleaning crew hadn't made it around, the arena he was stuck in was still nicked up and blood splattered.. displaced.. looking around it wasn't as bad as his neighboring locations but.. Wait.. Observing the dents in the logs, the trail of blood.. the puddle of blood that the trail led to.. Damn it Auriel.. you could have stuck me anywhere.. why would you send me right back to the same arena I just got out of.. where my blood and Cokey's blood has been sitting stagnant for a good while.. It was an uneasy feeling.. though one that he wouldn't show.. the match had yet to even begin and his crimson had already helped to paint the snow along with that of his last opponent.. He could almost visualize himself not long ago as if in an out-of-body experience as he, wounded badly by a gunshot, carried his defeated opponent away.. he watched in rewind as he let his guard down, and as he let his power and inner 'monster' get the better of him in defeating her... It was almost cruel to be sent back to the same battlefield where scars were so fresh in the mind, but he would have to ignore his quarrel with the earth beneath him and focus on the matter at hand... "What the?...." He let his voice loose under his breath with a slight look of confusion on his face. The matter at hand was grabbing its crotch and letting its reptilian tongue roll out allover itself.. It was definitely a strange sight.. seeing his opponent leaning against the wooden barrier, basking in the light of the blaze behind him.. and... ugh.. I guess he's not of sound body or mind.. He could recall his opponent calling out his wardrobe, those words had sailed far over his conscience as he was focused on his location more so than what he was wearing. The freakish figure did nothing more than act strange and do his best impersonation as a fashion critic.. and it was still a bad impersonation. "You don't get around much do you..." He mocked the being's ignorance of the world he was in.. "I could totally pick apart your horrible taste in fashion, but that's for another time, in the meantime, I think you should quit admiring me.." He points at the peculiar hand location of his opponent as he speaks ".. because I don't go that way, and you're going to need three hands if you want a chance to win.. too bad you only have two." Least I don't have to worry about my cross-gender fighting moral code this time.. He smirks slightly as soft bright purple flames begin to flare out of his hands, enveloping them and licking their way halfway up his respective forearms. Lets test this joker out.. Raising both of his hands in the shape of a pair of pistols, he smirks, a chilling gust blows through, messing with his quills and ears and stretching the energy flames, displaced frost chilling his body as particles met with his side. For an instant, there was nothing but an eerie calm, aside from a rambunctious crowd and matches starting up around their location. "Bang! BANGBANGBANGBANG!" Firing off 5 of his weakest level energy shots to track his opponent as he dodged.. he was either going to realize great anticipation, speed, and agility in his foe.. OR accrue an early hit or two.. it was his opponent that set the range by staying so far back.. if it was a ranged match he wanted.. I'll be happy to play his game.. some one's gotta smack some real world sense into the guy, might as well be me. |
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| Badx | Apr 1 2011, 09:56 PM Post #4 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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It took a moment for Blader to stop with the juvenile taunts and notice his opponent wasn't rushing at him, but instead emitting purple flames from his hands. The tint may have been different but the method familiar. Just for confirmation he looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers, creating a puff of red flame that was quickly smothered by the wind. Now sure of what was to come next his eyes darted over to a pillar, and then back to his opponent who was moments from launching the first attack of the match. "Oh,shit..." It would've been preferable to immediately make a mad dash for the pillar but he felt it necessary to comment on the unfortunate distance he was from safety. In the next second he was off, but it was a second after the attacks had been fired. To Blader's surprise, it wasn't like his own attacks. They were thin, and fast. Still, he had the advantage of a lithe frame and quick feet. The first beam he'd managed to half stumble, half duck under and with the next he gripped the fence as he ran, hoisting his body on top of it and allowing the beam to pass under and take out a torch. The third one presented a bit of a problem, as Blader wasn't yet close enough to the pillar to make a dive for it. Improvising Blader buried his head in his knees and raised his arms up, fully intending to take the shot, but not the strike. Obviously it connected, but with barely any footing atop the wooden beam the shot managed to topple him. His legs hooked onto the fence his upper body hung helplessly over the side, his two long hairs laying in the mud. Aw, no! Getting his two giant strands of hair dirty took precedence over avoiding the last two energy beams, but once he saw how he couldn't actually see them Blader was back on track. With little to no options Blader released his legs and allowed the rest of his body to collapse into the mud. One beam whizzed past his head and the other skidded down his arm, spraying mud out as it impacted the ground. He may have been out of bounds but Blader was more concerned with being covered in mud. It was a transgression that would no go unanswered. He dug his fingers into the bog and took a deep breath, unintentionally ingesting some. Ignoring that, Blader managed to summon his iconic red energy in a burst of crimson flame from his hands. It's untamed nature caused mud to splatter away in terror. Gripping the fencepost he pulled himself up, causing the wood to creak under the pressure not unlike the drink he managed to destroy earlier. The leg that took the first shot sat lame in the mud while the other firmly planted itself on the beam, once he caught on Blader swung the inferior limb over the fence and let it swing freely. His arm was also sluggish compared to the rest of his body, but he ignored it for the time being. Mud clouding his vision Blader wiped a flaming hand down his face, taking the mud with it as it slipped down his muzzle and leaving red spots in his vision that quickly dissipated. Being a bit less mud covered didn't do anything to stifle his anger, but it did let his smiles shine through. It wasn't a happy smile at all. "That's not how you do it, with those prissy little purple blasts! If you're gonna jack my style you've gotta do it right!" Propping one hand in the air and the other...numb at his side. Blader still couldn't figure out why his response time was slowed, but to compensate he flexed his muscles and swung the limb up to let it lay over his good arm. It was a tad inconvenient to have already been slowed down, so he continued to flex the muscles in his arm to get some feeling back in it. At the same time he swung his leg like child to get it back in the game. There was of course the matter of his opponent waiting to receive his patented form of retribution on the other side of the arena. Wishing to show Saffron how energy beams are really done Blader wasted no time in launching his counterattack. "Killer B Wave!" Two bulky waves of red energy shot out, and due to the orientation of his hands they began winding around to wrestle control of the air from the other. As if realizing they're equally matched the Killer B Waves pooled their resources, combining into a single wild blast of energy that barreled across the arena with plans to plow into Saffron head on. The destroying part of his plan had been initiated. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 2 2011, 09:16 PM Post #5 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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"Blader be nimble.. Blader be quick." Saff enjoyed watching his opponent's quick jerky reactions to his shots. He seemed to have caught him briefly parting his mind from the match, it gave him an important quick advantage. He watched as his quick slithering shots grazed his opponents arm and leg as he jumbled himself onto a fence before being clumsily thrown off. Hmm not sure if that's even legal or not, but unless someone sounds the bell I could care less.. He chuckles to the sound of his thoughts as his opponent falls off the fence border the rest of the way, to swim in muck. But it all wasn't fun and games.. something he knew all too well. His ears perked slightly as his opponents now glowing hand raised and latched onto the fence, pulling his dirtied frame from the frosty gloom of the earth. He didn't appear too happy, but this wasn't a situation where anyone should expect to make any friends. His opponent looked to have been effectively hit in two of his limbs.. but his weakest shots would do no more than numb them for a short duration, something that Blader must of realized quickly as he shook and flexed his limbs to reinvigorate the muscles and nervous systems with which they were operated. The glowing hand crossed Blader's face, revealing a smile.. things were gunna get dicey fast..
Saff's face quickly got serious as he stepped back on a pivot around his left foot, preparing to see what his opponent's offensive arsenal was made of. Well.. apparently he's not impressed, good thing all I've done was efficiently gotten my point across.. His opponent let a moment of further loosening up pass.. and then he struck.
His eyesight blurred as bursts of red light were emitted, barreling towards him, he was lucky that red in and of itself usually appeared fairly dull otherwise he would have been risking complete disorientation. He could make out in the moments they closed, that they jostled with each other for position, almost as if racing to reach him first before reaching compromise and becoming one... Dust and frost blew backwards and he felt heat emitted from them at a distance.. the clunky blast took a chunk out of one of the flimsy wooden logs, splintering a section of it instantly (making it vulnerable to falling at a later time) as it crossed the center of the arena on a trajectory for him. Saff rolls to his right to avoid the oncoming blast, kicking up snow and reuniting himself with a spot of his own crimson.. I'm not the fastest around but any blast that doesn't meet the speed of a gunshot is going to have trouble touching me if it's covering a large chunk of the arena.. "You're gunna have to try harder than that buddy!.. But Nice Try!" As convenient as it would be to keep this match at a distance, now that he knew that his opponent had formidable ranged power, even if the kinetic force lacked optimal velocity.. he knew his only way to efficiently damage his adversary would be to bring the battle home.. he never seemed to like playing the aggressor.. but Blader would make for good practice as he assumed he would have to get up close and personal with Mev in a future round.. besides.. controlling the tempo is fun to do every now and then. Let's give this a try.. It was time to play with a little ability common amongst his species, he was still rough around the edges but it was easily the quickest way to close a vast distance between him and his foe. Rolling into a ball, he spun a couple quick rotations.. repeating this process a couple times as if trying to get a tire unstuck from the muck. With a louder rev Bowling Ball Saff took off, kicking up mud and frost as he spin dashed towards Blader at a medium (compared to standard) velocity. This is gunna make me sick.. I dunno how other guys keep it up.. *** {The plan is for Saff to roll towards his opponent, jumping out of the dash about 3-5 yards prior to being upon him and coming down from above with an energized power punch.. If shot at or severely threatened, the dash will waver from side to side, taking a sharp turn to kick some extra mud into Bladers face before uncurling behind one of the remaining stable logs, preparing to continue mounting an offense. Take your pick. :3} |
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| Badx | Apr 3 2011, 01:49 AM Post #6 |
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{I pick door one...or two, since I can't really tell what'll happen} There wasn't much to do while waiting for his attack to connect besides return the feeling to his arm and leg. As the beam was cutting chunks out of pillars, and missing Saffron, he swung his arm in circles to shake off the last of the numbing. It occurred to him to attempt running alongside his own attack next time, he never worked in tandem with the red substance and the idea of stroking his fingers through the crimson wave as he darted across the arena appealed to Blader.
Hearing his opponent speak anything besides the incomprehensible gargles of a man choking on his own bile brought Blader make to the match. Jumping from the fence he put some distance between himself and the boundary since, quite frankly, he didn't like mud. Further seeking to wash his hands of the vile substance the boy ran gloved fingers through his hair, pulling out globs of muck in the process. What is he, my f--cking mom? Is he gonna hang my Killer B Wave on the fridge cause I did such a good job? Not wanting to miss the opportunity for a witty retort Blader set his hands on his hips and leaned forward to help Saffron in hearing his comeback. "Shut up!" It was wasted effort. There wasn't time to dawdle on insults, the enemy was equipped with the same abilities as he was. Granted they were only similar in the sense they allowed for long range shots with seemingly limitless ammo, that and Blader was confident his were stronger and looked cooler. The issue was that he had just fired off two full power shots that his opponent managed to dodge. He'd need time to cool off and more time on top of that to prepare a faster attack. While Blader wasn't sure what to do at the moment he made sure to look as intimidating as possible to project the illusion of a plan. Though he considered continuing his bee line for the pillar Blader couldn't help but be curious as to what Saffron had planned next. If he used energy beams anything like the demonic adolescent then he'd sit back and spam them whenever possible. Blader's feet twitched in preparation for the run to the pillar. Instead he stayed, and saw the purple hedgehog roll into a ball. It was almost beautiful in its complete randomness, and it caused Blader to drop his facade and crouch down, trying to get a look at his opponent's face. "Are you...blowing yourself?" His question was mixed with the fear that the answer might have been yes. Soon those fears were put to rest when the violet ball began advancing towards him, letting fearful speculation give way to irate surprise. "Oh my god you're serious." Confirming that yes, his opponent curled up and is now rolling towards him like a menacing purple beach ball Blader made his way back to the fencepost to add a few seconds to Saffron's journey. He was fresh out of a battle with someone who didn't talk at all, and whose moves lacked any form of humor to them. He did at one point kick snow in Blader's face, but that wasn't funny. To Blader. Now he was fighting someone who snapped back at his insults and whose preferred form of transportation was rolling along the ground. The shift was nothing short of jarring. His back now up against the fencepost Blader began unlatching his belt. It wasn't like a normal belt, it was wide and made of cheap metal instead of leather. The individual sections were hollow to save money on manufacturing, making it rather light. Instead of wrapping into hooks on his pants it was coiled around his waist, and instead of holding pants up he had only ever used it to tuck his shirt in. It was hardly a belt at all when you thought about it. As of now it had another use as an impromptu whip. Liking the idea of accessory improvising Blader took the metal brace from around his wrist and slid it over the fingers of his free hand. Now he had improvised brass knuckles on one hand and a metal whip in the other. It was the best he could do to compensate for a weak upper body, not that he didn't think it was all he needed. As one hand swung at the ground with the whip the other was raised up ready to strike if need be. Saffron was coming to him, which was want Blader wanted in the first place. How he did it left him confused as to what would happen next. Only two possibilities existed in his mind; Either Saffron was going to roll right into him or uncurl and punch him in the face. Whatever the case, Blader had little doubt that his problems could be solved by a whip to the face...wherever his face currently was. Edited by Badx, Apr 3 2011, 01:50 AM.
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 6 2011, 09:10 PM Post #7 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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As Blader uttered "shut up" Saff had closed ground and was able to mount his attack. Spinning quick as he could Saff reversed his motion, kicking mud up in his opponents face as the reverse velocity allowed him to uncurl and jump to the sky, drops of the grime following him up into the air, his fists ignite bright purple as he begins to crash down on Blader with a falling punch. Flying down towards his opponent, a chilling breeze passes through rattling his quills around.. the air feeling extra cool as it crosses his wide smirk. "Lets see what you're made of!" The crowd cheered as the flying energized purple fists closed in on the purple hedgehog's opponent, if blood was to be spilled.. it was going to happen soon, with a side of broken bones. I've already got the long distance edge if all of his beams are only going to fly at a medium speed.. if I can win the up-close-and-personal fight, there isn't going to be an advantage for this fool to fall back on.. way to expose your hand early.. His fist was only a second or two from making impact with either his opponent or the ground, it was going to meet with a face.. some cheap trick knuckles.. or he will be digging up a fistfull of mud and ice, and he was ready for a quick followup no matter the outcome. I'm confident in my fighting ability.. can you say the same? The crowd roared, hungry for more pain to be doled out. |
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| Badx | Apr 9 2011, 05:14 PM Post #8 |
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Before mud could be flung in his eyes Blader brought the belt up to his face to shield against Saffron's dirty fighting, and before he could concoct a retort his opponent was in the air, coming down on him with blazing purple fists. Two things were apparent as the purple hedgehog descended. One, His plan wasn't going to work. Two, He needed a new plan. After quickly ditching the belt Blader took his now free hand and making a face like he was snorting, if he had a nose, Commanded red fire to engulf his hand. The time for flashiness had long since passed, and consequently the fire was small and timid. The threat of being smothered by chilling winds constantly loomed over it. It was what Blader intended to use to match Saffron's fire fists. With only seconds left to spare Blader raised his knuckled fist and swung it through the air, the fake brass knuckles broke into pieces on immediate contact. His only saving grace was that he was up against the gate, as it was the only thing keeping Blader from being flung out of bounds again. His arm reeled back almost instantly, bending at an extremely uncomfortable angle as it did it's best to keep Saffron at bay. The wood of the fencepost creaked and moaned behind him, threatening to give way at any moment, yet there wasn't time to worry about either. It all occurred within the second Saffron's punched connected with his fist, and he needed that vital second to launch a counter. Taking his other hand, the one emitting tiny flames, he swung at Saffron's face. Then as if changing his mind mid-attack he stopped. "Killer B Wave!" Blader had barely managed to chortle out his attack name with tufts of flame dancing in his face. It wasn't as if the name was true to the attack, since without proper time to prepare the blast was just a smidge over the line of nuisance. Blader's goal however was to strike Saffron before he returned to terra firma and had the chance to dodge again. It was a strategy employed by his previous opponent on more than one occasion, and the irony of using someone else's strategy when he had earlier complained about Saffron stealing his abilities was lost on him. Whatever it took to get by, he thought. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 11 2011, 01:01 AM Post #9 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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The sludge from the moist earth had served its purpose, Blader maneuvered his makeshift belt whip up to his face to deflect the projectile grime, it thudded off his bad taste in fashion and speckled him in little spots as the narrow strap couldn't quite get all of it.. but it got what mattered... By the time he had recovered from the dirty maneuver, Saff and gravity had already teamed up ready to send blazing purple fists down from the heavens like comet strikes.. the softly tinted flame like manifested energy illuminating the both of them as they approached their destination. There was a soft red glow to be noticed as Blader shifted his body to dispose of his makeshift equipment.. I remember what that leads to.. but if you're anything like me, a blast on a short charge shouldn't be all too threatening.. He knew he was flying in with the immediate upper hand, and there was no need to turn sheepish and abort at the first sign of conflict, there would be no fun in life or fighting if that's how he conducted himself. His opponent's only option was to sacrifice the integrity of a limb to slow down the fast approaching impact, the metal brace acting as brass knuckles was raised to meet sheer force, with a pop and the sound of metal creaking and caving to exhaustion and fatigue, Blader's arm rag dolled backwards, the mock brass knuckles shattered, surely leaving leaving bruises on their wearer, his wrist would compact down slightly, his elbow pivoting in a grotesque backwards rotation as the force of the purple power punch sends his back reeling against the wooden picketed barricade.. chips and splinters left their spots of sleep and learned to fly.. It was clear that if Blader wasn't up against the wall already, he would have been flung quite a ways backward by the impact. Blader must have had nerves of steel or an uncanny ability to ignore pain, because to most the sensation of severely stressed bone, muscles, tendons, and cartilage would be crippling. Gravity was done being the purple hedgehog's friend. Being continuously flung forward and down, the force of the punch spun Blader's shoulders, the red flaming fist was on it's way for retaliation, the powered up hay maker had a free ride straight to Saff's muzzle and he knew it, but as soon as the strike was flung it was stopped short, for the slightest of instants Saff could breathe and behold in perfect clarity.. Oh...
A perking of the ears was the only acknowledgement he could usher out as Blader choked out his retort.. The blast materialized at point blank range and did it's best impression of acting like a Louisville slugger to the face.. In an instant the light of the attack blinded and disorientated him, the sensation of his own body being completely stopped in its midair tracks and forcefully flicked away left him in a state of vertigo and unawareness as he fluttered through the frosty air of the battlefield as his heightened hearing picked up random snippets of the fights around him.. picked up the flickering of torch bearing fire.. the roar of the crowd.. and he could swear he could hear the snow as it softly impacted all around. ".. Crap.." In a flash his senses were back, correcting his angle and trajectory, he planted his feet into the log directly in his flight path.. it creaked and moaned uncharacteristically for such a minor burden.. looking down, the reason was apparent, it was the one missing a chunk from Blader's first projectile attack.. Eying his opponent from afar with intensity, Saff bounds off the unstable log, to the top of one of it's neighbors... Taking an instant to observe Arena 7 where Mev was using control of the gusts to fire off some sort of projectile at his foe.. Well.. least I have an idea of one thing I can expect from you when we meet.. His focus was returned to Blader as quickly as it was lost. He shifted his jaw side to side, running his tongue across the inside of his teeth.. they all seemed to be in pretty decent shape after that hell of a blow.. he tasted a bit of his own blood in his mouth, and he could barely feel half his face.. unbeknownst to him, all of the fur and skin was singed and slightly bruised to slightly darker shades. He didn't have a mirror, nor did he care to have one as he heard STRIKE called.. the heralds weren't important to him at this point, his opponent had gotten off a strike at essentially the price of a whole limb, Saff felt good about that trade. It's more than being able to fight and defend without it, the unresponsiveness should slow him some.. and if he's punching or firing a blast, I should have a pretty good idea of where it's coming from. With a smirk and a trickle of crimson, he begins a soft golf clap, the sweet taste of crimson filling his taste buds as his tongue bathes in a slow stream of red. "Not bad.. I admit you've got some kinda resilience to do what you did, but was it worth it.. what you can still feel of your sacrificial arm is probably saying no.. You may look funny, and act awkward, and be a little slow up top, but at least there's some redeeming quality in there.... But, if you don't mind, kid, I've got bigger fish to fry.. so I'm going to have to ramp it up a notch.. I promise not to make it hurt much worse than I just did." Jumping from the top of the log like a rocket, he flings his shoulder at the crippled log... it creaks as the wood snaps in strands and begins to lean and collapse towards Blader. "TIMBER!!!" Landing on his feet, Saff embarks on a bolt across the falling beam, re-igniting his fists and preparing to push off to whatever side Blader chooses to avoid towards. For the first time in the whole action part of this tournament, Saff was finally enjoying the competition again, it didn't hurt that his incentive to winning more and more was that he was only going to continually move one step closer to his confrontation with the vampire. Bloodsucker.. you're mine.. |
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| Badx | Apr 11 2011, 09:28 PM Post #10 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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Bones cracked and joints snapped. Blader twisted his spine left and right, sending rhythmic pops down his back. The moments just after horrible pain were always the most refreshing, it was like getting out of a car after an hour long drive. Perhaps the only difference was that his arm was a mess of broken bones and mangled flesh, but its dire situation couldn't garner Blader's attention. Instead he kept his spiral eyes on the herald, waiting for the moment a sword adorned flag was waved in the air to confirm that the first strike belonged to the demonic red kid and him alone. With the word "Strike!" Blader joined the crowd in uproarious applause, his tongue flapping in the air as the national flag of Bladeveria. It was his brutalized arm's failure to participate in victorious fist pumping that brought his attention to its less than stellar condition. His elbow jutting out to direct Blader's attention to where his opponent was, the material of his black gloves torn to unrecognizable shreds. His bony fingers were frozen in place as if they were the branches of a dead tree, their leaves of Blood would trickle down and dot the ground in its own twisted version of autumn time. Slurping his serpentine tongue back in place as if it were a wet noodle Blader used his sole remaining hand to twist and turn the mess he had made of himself until it straightened up, screaming all the while. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHahahaha..." Blood curdling screams slid seamlessly into a slight chuckle. "That kinda hurt." It really hurt. Blader was by no means a doctor, the abuse he dealt to his arm only served to make matters worse. With every movement joints would pop to signify how bad a job he had done, make even simple gestures painful. Yet he saw no reason to let his opponent catch on. His opponent, right. Blader had completely forgotten that Saffron probably wasn't dead. As it turned out, he wasn't. The purple hedgehog was already back on his feet, ready to continue their little game of back and forth. He opened with a slight applause.
It caused Blader to laugh again, seeing as how he was the one to get the first strike. The first two strikes, since it was a shot to the head. He cupped a hand over his forehead and spoke in-between the chuckling. "You wanna go again, so soon? I'm not a super man y'now. You've gotta give it some rest!" I'm on a roll! he thought, his lame arm thinking otherwise. The callousness he showed his own body was nothing short of a hate crime, and it was all due to the healers. Blader was already a glutton for punishment, only ever trying to avoid killing blows. Now he was in a fight where dodging was a necessity, arms and legs being exempt from such rules. As long as he threw up an arm every now and then his opponent wouldn't be able to lay a strike on him. Then when he was done using himself as a human shield there were trained healers waiting nearby to undo any damage he'd done. It was perfect for careless fighters such as himself.
Now all he had to do was deal with Saffron, who had just launched a log at him. "Wait, what?" and just like that he was back in the match. He didn't realize that the only reason the pillar was so easily toppled was due to the attack he launched not too long ago, and seeing his opponent managed to tip one over sent Blader into a sprint. His heels kicked up mud and snow in their wake, and the bloody mess of his arm bobbed and swayed in the wind. Jutting pains only served to remind him how far he was from being patched up, so he kept the pace up even as he knelt down to snatch his belt from the ground. Looking back for only a second purple flames caught his eye as they radiated against a dull sky, he hadn't believed it at first but Saffron was indeed ready to fight. There was literally no turning back, so Blader opted instead to keep running as fast as his long legs could carry him. With his head cocked back and tongue flailing in the wind like he so often let it, he sung taunts to his opponent hoping they'd get him to follow along. It was the kind of logic ice cream trucks used to lure in children. "I'm gonna run the clock, out!" Seeing as how Saffron was the one coming in for more they might've been a tad superfluous. It went without saying that this tidbit of information didn't stop Blader, connoisseur of middle school taunts. What did, however, was the log he passed by on his run around the arena. "Huh, I made it..." It didn't help at all now, so he kept running. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 15 2011, 09:14 PM Post #11 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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The sensation of feeling in general returned to Saff's cheek as he made his way down the plummeting log with a toothy, smug grin. Blader had cleaned his clock fairly good and gained a couple strikes in the process but considering the sacrifice he had to make to do so, proved the strike of only a minor inconvenience when stacked up to the physical crippling he had doled out. That lame arm, no matter how much he tries to 'ghetto doctor' it is going to give him trouble, slow his reactions.. affect the way he moves and the speed at which he tries, it has effectively become dead weight.. and if there's one law to abide by in the wild, as wild a fight for survival is, those with severe injuries face certain demise at the hand of their predators.. Only moments ago Blader was screaming in pain after trying to re-adjust his mangled limb.. most likely causing even more damage to it in an attempt to make it viable.. and whatever motor ability he was able to recover would be hindered by a feeling a powerlessness.. the ability to move was back, the ability to put much of any force or velocity behind those movements was surely next to gone.. he would have trouble taking the cap off a fresh bottle of pop.. using the limb as a tool for effective offensive or defensive force would be out of the question.. he'd almost be better served severing it completely at the elbow.. except for the fact that such an act without cauterization would likely lead to bleeding out.
"You can rest when you're defeated!" With that, Blader began to haul ass.. surely he knew that he was now fighting with a huge disadvantage and had to blow as much time in clock management to retain his rather slim lead..
The prey was on the run, and he wouldn't get far.. no.. Not on my watch... While running, the strands of wood were snapping at an excessive rate, the log now falling quicker than ever as it quickly closed to an acute angle with the earth.. every ferocious running stomp from the hedgehog's shoes kicked up bark and rough wood to tango with the snow and ice particles in the air. He aims both of his hands and fires a low and high shot in front of his opponent, a pair of shots 'across the bow', to stop him in his tracks.. in the rough muddy terrain he wouldn't have the ability to stop on a dime and could likely slip in the instance of a quick change of direction. Quickly launching himself off the log at his opponent with a jumping spindash, Saff torpedoes himself at an arc directly at his foe, uncurling shortly before reaching a striking range and preparing two purple fists for a high attack to draw Blader's defensive attention upward, before angling down and plopping to the mud and snow shortly below him in an attempt to hit him low while he's expecting a high strike.. Planting his right foot in the snow he spins, dragging ice, muk, and snow particles upward all around as his closing counter-clockwise motion of his left foot, ankle, and shin aims to kick his opponent's leg support out from under him.. ready for a quick capitalization on Blader's now hindering injury. |
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| Badx | Apr 18 2011, 01:54 PM Post #12 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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'Defeated'? This guy doesn't plan on killing me either? It almost makes me consider feeling bad for a second that I tried to blow his head off. Whatever, this tournament is full of pussies. I bet the next guy does the same thing, or the next girl. Are there any girls in this tournament? Well, there was that purple chick. She was kinda manly though... Whether it was the constant throbbing pain on his broken arm or just his ever slipping grip on reality Blader's mind slowly drifted away from the battle. Two incoming energy shots were the only thing that managed to pull him back in, if only for a brief moment. "What, you think I'm stopping for that baby bullshit!?" It was true, he didn't plan on stopping. Instead Blader dropped to his knees and let the slick mud carry him under the beams, his head arched back to avoid being grazed. In glittering gold the word "POWERSLIDE" rose over his head to mark this momentous occasion, but only in Blader's head. It was unfortunate that he came to rest not far from where he began sliding. With there being little chance of the wind offering a helpful push to get the slide going again Blader pulled himself up, shaking the packed on mud from his jeans. "You're way too clingy for a long distance relationship..." It seemed as if he would change his mind on which fighting style he preferred with every opponent he faced. At this point Saffron was once again in ball form, and this time he was flying through the air on a direct course for Blader. This again? All he does it spin and punch, spin and punch. Yeah, I bet you're really proud of that weird ass somersault you've got going on. Hedgehogs "aren't really even known for spinning." Unbeknownst to himself Blader had begun voicing his thoughts aloud, and it would continue to go unnoticed with Saffron's fists to deal with. His opponent was coming in high, simple enough. Blader would block the attack and retaliate with a knee to- Wait, that won't work... One hand was a complete mess, the other was gripping a belt that he intended to use to keep the complete mess of an arm in place. A change of plans were in order. Instead Blader shifted to the left, prepared to take a shot in his jacked up- "Oh what the hell!" Before he could realize what had happened Saffron was sweeping the leg. Clumsily stepping back to avoid a second face plant Blader only managed to get one leg in the air before the other was robbed of its footing. Nearly head over heels he took another dive into the bog, raising a wave of sludge as his body was enveloped by the muck. That was a dick move! Still, I'm always up for some "mud wrestling!" Rolling onto his side Blader pulled his arm back and swung the belt at Saffron's legs. Mud slid off its dull gray segments like water off a duck's back. It was stainless, if anything. With luck one of his opponent's legs would be hooked and Blader would be able to bring Saffron down to his level. Barring that, he'd be given the chance to get off his broken arm. The joints in it would constantly pop and crack under Blader's weight and a constant surge of pain shot through his body with instructions to get up, now. "I couldn't agree more..." He thought aloud. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 22 2011, 02:41 AM Post #13 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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It was almost amusing to watch Blader slide through the sea of snow and muck, the slop flying and grabbing at his legs.. it was as if he thought the unrelenting environment would cut him a break.. instead it stopped his momentum completely, the two small beams of energy did their trick, mud sticking and clinging to Blader's legs stopped him cold.. it was something it didn't seem like he expected... a major miscalculation on his part, this wasn't an ice rink.. Thick mud will only let you trick maneuver so well before stopping your momentum dead... if Saff was a ruthless fighter, Blader would likely soon follow it in the act. What was that about running the clock out? You, in all your juvenile slander gravely underestimated what I'm capable of.. for you it's all about flash and hitting the big shots.. but if history has taught us all anything.. precision beats power any day, and thankfully... I've got a little of both.. All you've got is a pair of muddy shins and a bizzare look on your face... The thoughts were clear and smile provoking, Blader had indeed left himself wildly exposed again.. here in the mild arctic chill Saff was once again sharpening his combat ability after a prolonged vacation, and even rusty, he was well on his way to a 2-0 start.. His unsightly foe putting up a decent challenge.. but only seemingly lackadaisically going through the motions, and his demeanor was costing him big. He's likely lucky that the Purple hedgehog was rough, tough, and buff but with a soft side that comes with not being a bloodthirsty.. or any sort of fighter by birth or nature, it wasn't priority one to cause pain.. Purple flames lapped sharply at the crisply chill gusts as he loomed over and stared down at his foe in an instant that seemed like hours.. covered in muddy dribble, the both of them were this-close and Saff was ready to take advantage of the foe who just saw his balance swiped out from under him, one limb down and on his back, Blader wasn't going to have many options but to cover up and attempt to block as many power strikes as possible, he wasn't going to be ripped away from his exposed position so easily.. Raising his arm for an initial strike downwards, Saffs ears would perk in response to a strange vocal retort from his snake tounged foe...
As his strike was prepared, Blader lashed out with his makeshift belt weapon, it wrapped around Saff's farthest ankle from his opponent's torso, the left, and he immediately felt a tug. Blader, weak upper body and all was trying to pull him down, the attempt was so pathetic that Saff almost laughed.. an act of desperation was to be expected, but this was comical. "Oooo thought you had me there for a second.. no seriously pull harder, this may be a dumb idea on your part but at least you can shoot for a gold star for effort..." The terrain was laughing too, back at the jokester himself.. on any normal turf, Saff would have solid footing and a solid leverage, but even if the hedgehog's leg itself wasn't going to give out, the unpredictable pendulum that was this muck terrain began to swing back into Blader's favor ever so slightly.. a gooey sliding noise was heard as the soles of Saff's shoes lost their grip with the unforgiving earth... Seriously.. cut me a break why don'tcha.. The slide dropped him to a knee, but leverage still belonged to him, if only for a moment or two.. Raising his right arm high and rolling his five digits into a tight firey fist, Saff felt as the muscles in his arm flexed and built up resistance and strength, his torso slowly being dragged slightly forward by the gravity of his fall, he fires off a hay maker of a punch aimed just below Blader's ribcage, A shot to the region would create quite the shock through his body as it nails down his solar plexus, the nerves criss-crossing the region would all flare up, surely stunning him for further abuse... his stomach would gag.. his body would be rocked side to side, up and down, and all the way around five times over as pain signals and general body disruption would take over his functioning mind. The best part of the targeted region was the fact that Blader was going to have a tough time getting around being hit for a painful strike.. one arm was broken, the other was literally tied up at the moment, one would believe that would leave Saff with a free ride to a crippling punch.... I may have given up two strikes by letting him get that shot in on my face, but I'll feel better in the morning knowing those two strikes led to five for me.. "Bullseye!" Indeed, things were looking grim for anyone named Blader... It was time to bring the pain. |
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| Badx | Apr 22 2011, 03:20 PM Post #14 |
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The airbrush is my bitch
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The order in which his body completely lost its mind was at least nicely ordered from head to toes. If his arm was the source of his mild disorientation then the debilitating pain of a shot to the gut was the reason his mind shot off in a million different directions. Thoughts of what have been and may be raced by at sickening speeds, one after the other until they dropped all pretense of coherency and blurred together into a static that enveloped Blader's mind. Then he threw up. It was pale red. One arm violently jerked the belt back with all its might purely out of reflex as the other lapsed into violent spasms in the mud. His upper body jerked forward, he was choking on his own vomit. Blader's pitch black shirt was torn from his body, and though any other time the destruction of the red square on his shirt would be met with frothing rage his head lay silent in the mud. Finally, both legs dug their heels deep into the bog as if Saffron's punch had the potential to violently dislodge them. It was only until the initial impact ceased that every limb dropped to the ground like empty husks of meat. The only parts of him that still showed signs of life was Blader's head and chest. One was constantly expanding and contracting and the other's beady red eyes darted back and forth. Sure of the fact he was still alive Blader lightly tugged at his belt whip. It was caught in his hand's death grip, and on something else. "Hah..hahah..." He spoke in a raspy whisper and in-between gasps of air. "I thought you weren't trying to kill me. My mistake." It didn't show through his voice, but Blader was getting excited. He could still feel the burn on his stomach, meaning either Saffron still had a flaming fists planted firmly on Blader's abdomen or the blow managed to rupture his stomach and he was about to die. It didn't matter which. Just the possibility of his death being moments away was enough to get the red boy's head rushing and his veins pumping. He threw himself into a state of euphoria, thinking about how he might not even get through the rest of the match alive and just how he'd go about getting revenge on Saffron. It was almost enough to match the joy he felt from winning. Without warning Blader lunged forward, his mouth gaping open to take a bite out of Saffron's face. |
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| Lord Bowie | Apr 24 2011, 03:29 PM Post #15 |
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What is the difference between a duck?
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A herald called "strike" to the thunderous roar of the crowd, Saff couldn't tell if the cheering was for his match or one of the plethora of others surrounding this battlefield, they were all bloodthirsty in one way or another. Blader was down, basking in the wet and icy mud, he seemed to be spacing, the shot to the solarplex had sent his body into a mild frenzy.. it was hard to believe that anyone could enjoy pain and suffering like the people here were now, but he wasn't going to kid himself I've been here before.. I've won this before, the time may change but the people that take part in it never will, not really anyway.. He glanced off to the side for an instant, his eyes following his specks of blood from the last round to the exit.. the sight was still as unsettling as it was when he began his match.. the red blotches in the melting ice patches seeming to mock him for the mistakes he made in round one that let him take a lead projectile in the gut... Blader's gagging sensations drew Saff's eyes down to his struggling foe as his meal for the day found daylight once again, there even seemed to be a bit of blood mixed in judging by the red discoloration of it all.. Adrenaline and desperation took over as instinctive reflexes pulled at Saff's ankle, in a weakened state however... the red ones inadequate upper body strength wasn't budging the hedgehogs position much further at all from where it already was.. roughed up and tattered Blader twitched and struggled to keep his stomach in check.. regurgitation overcoming his maw.. He honestly looked done.. he was a mess in every sense of the word at this point in time.. Saff kept his fist planted against his opponents torso, choosing to keep pressure applied for discomfort while not simultaneously opting to crush organs. He could feel rhythmic inhales and exhales as his foes body calmed and tried to revert to as standard a routine as possible.
"Killing you would be more trouble than it's worth.. besides, all that would happen is that you'd be revived again.. man, you're down and out.. give up now and you save yourself some pain and you save me the trouble of having to inflict more pointless damage..." Saff spoke in a slightly serious yet mocking tone, in his own way he was trying to get the point across that there really was no more point to continue fighting, he decides to force the issue, leaning forward slightly to put more weight and pressure on the initial impacted zone.. He was only hoping that his juvenile foe would get the hint sooner rather than later. But if it wasn't strange enough as it was.. Blader seemed happy of the situation he was in, it was slight, but Saffron was picking up on it slightly, to which his ears could only slightly perk in response... the crowds noises were focused out of his mind as he tried to focus in on Blader in observation. "BAW!" Jerking back in response to the act of desparation, Saff shoves down harshly with his fists, knuckles acting as small, blunt shovels dragging across just below the opening in his opponents ribs as his fist tightens with the rest of his arms reflexes. Blader had really just attempted to take a sizable bite out of his muzzle... "What is it with you and my face... punk you've got 3 seconds to either end this yourself and give up or I WONT hesitate to turn your face into play dough." He stared his opponent down giving him an extra moment of thought, one especially crisp breeze rattling his quills and sending a small chill down his spine, one way or another he felt like he was walking out of this match with a victory. Come on.. just say you give.. ..... "Three.." SAY IT!!... |
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