Battle Arena - 2M Gold for new Fighters!

Why are you here?

To poll whore!	24.2%	[ 40 ]
To fight!	17.6%	[ 29 ]
To win!	8.5%	[ 14 ]
To see my name in lights!	8.5%	[ 14 ]
To learn!	11.5%	[ 19 ]
To teach!	5.5%	[ 9 ]
To love!	6.7%	[ 11 ]
To live!	1.8%	[ 3 ]
To poll whore!	15.8%	[ 26 ]
Total Votes:			[ 165 ]

[Truest Valor]

Fierach

Canaan planted his foot back on the ground with a solid thud, and charged headlong towards James. He cocked his right fist back and sent a powerful combination of two straight punches for the other mans nose and chin - high targets to be sure, but he hoped that the suddenness of his attack would pressure a better opening. Canaan was not aware that James was charging up his own magical energy, not having developed his ability to sense such things.

[Orochi C. Fox]

Show me the CarFox

His gamble paid off as his fist struck forward and slammed upwards into the mighty jaw of the hooded man. For the moment, his spine straightened as the attack alone stood his body straight up. His hood flew off and the lights flashed white as the demon was finally unmasked. Fox's fist was posed against the man's jaw, but it was...unmoving. Like punching into an unmoving tree. Or an adamant stone.

And so, Fox would look upon the familiar visage of something unsettling. Like staring into a mirror, he would see his own reflection looking back at him with raging red eyes peering forward. A big grin followed as the doppelganger stood firm, chuckling loudly through his throat. Then he opened his mouth and laughed.

[Pandumb]

Colonel Iyam A Heita

Whatever reason Heita had for assaulting Tenkai or his panda didn't matter at this point. It seemed as if whatever was spurring him on to this senseless fighting wasn't going to just go away on its own. It was clear by the way he so furiously kept to his pace that he wouldn't back down from this fight unless he was forced to. If Tenkai wanted to purge him of his aggression and hostility, he would have to beat it out of him.

Tenkai raised his left hand from where it had left off from his last attack into a simple, relaxed guard, bending his elbow until his open hand was level with his chin and held away from his body. His right hand would lower down to his right side at chest level, angling the left side of his body slightly forward. When Heita's lunging jab came in, Tenkai took a short step back with his right foot by pushing off of his forward left, using his left hand to lightly bat away Heita's right jab to the right towards Heita's inside without tying up his left arm.

Heita was relentless, however, and his speed was fueled by whatever spurred him on to this fight, but Tenkai's motions left him in a position to counter-attack. As the straight came in, Tenkai brought his left arm back around into a firm outside block supported by the movement of his hips, diverting his strike to the outside of Tenkai's left. With Heita's left side exposed, Tenkai continued the motion of his hips and carried the force into his right arm for a straight of his own, aiming for the left side of Heita's face with his gauntlet-clad right fist.

(( Note: I should've gotten this confirmed earlier, but I don't know how tall Heita is. >< Tenkai is 5'7", so if Heita is taller, Tenkai will be throwing an overhand cross at his face. ))

[Zou Kraze]

Tenkai Matsumoto

Colonel Iyam "Airstrike" Heita
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He's fast!, A fleeting thought as Heita's strikes were easily parried. Iyam lowered his chin well his upper-body leaned back and to the right forcing Tenkai to fall short of his strike landing. It would also serve to better position Heita for the counter hook to Tenkai's left open side.

Right hand, engulfed with a sunset aura comprised of kinetic energy would slam into Tenkai's open side. The panda-toting monk would feel a culmination of searing heat and unusual penetrating force while the Colonel shouted out his iconic call with the punch.

"HEITA CANNONNN-ONN-NN-N!"

Following the strike, would be a left overhand crashing down from over the left of Tenkai. The second strike also embodying the violent orange and red sunset aura as it threatened to crash onto the bridge of Tenkai's nose and flow down to the mid of the Panda-monk's chest.

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Heita Cannon- Any heavy punch that use both Apex Authority to perform the move faster and an aura of Apex Dynamic to blow apart soft material by transferring energy to the target area. The energy shot from Heita Cannon has a two foot range (starting from Heita's knuckles) and 50% armor penetration. The shot can be forced through a maximum of two layers upon direct contact. Secondary effect causes second degree burns. The force is equivalent to being hit with a 50mph baseball at point blank and looks as if the opponent was hit with cannon fire. The aura not only acts as a buffer but also as physical barrier for metaphysics and magic alike. This gives Heita cannon a secondary property of being able to deflect an incoming projectile.
[50% Aggressive Bar]

[Red the Ambivalent]

New life.....⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘

яє∂

| | Location: | |

|Arena:: 7|

Indeed she had ran and disappeared from the tomb they had been in. Yeah it probably gave her the look of a coward, but she wasn't going to lose without much of a fight. Since this woman had joined in on the bullshittery of Sigil, she knew she was weak and needed training. Her Ingame was horrible, she knew that, and she needed some space in order to win. Her actions were obvious, Heita knew she didn't want to be close so he would be trying anything to get close, to end this.

Red would drag it out as long as possible.

As the man tried to give chase, he would realize that there would be zero sign of which direction she would have went as he came up to the crossroads. One direction led to the entrance, one direction led the way he came, so there were two more directions to go.

The blonde was crouched with her back against a wall, her arm tucked around her mid section trying to will the ache away from her ribs. Letting her head fall back and rest against the wall, she closed her eyes and turned to her Sight to see where he was. The woman had made her distance, so his form was a little fuzzy on her radar. For now, time to wait and see what he did.

Arrows [11/15]
Seismic Sense [Active]
Air Manipulation [Active]
Ability points/Stamina [54/100]

Colonel Iyam A Heita

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[Zou Kraze]

Red the Ambivalent

Colonel Iyam "Airstrike" Heita
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This had devolved into a game of cat and mouse with Heita being the cat. He had put fear in her heart, she was aware of aware of her weakness, what he could do to her if she slipped up again. Unfortunately, he was once again at the disadvantage. He was able to track, it was a prerequisite for his line of work but he was rusty and she was well trained. So for now Heita stumbled into the catacombs, cautious. He had no other option but to wait for her to make the first move.

He just had to keep his wits about him as he gave chase.

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Spatial Trigonometry and Awareness: Heita can instinctively sense all the angles to any space in a 20ft radius around him. This ability acts more so as a projectile early warning system as well accuracy amplifier. It is how is able to detect any projectile without having direct vision of it. It also grants Heita the ability to gauge the speed and possible flight pattern of a projectile.

H.F.O. (Heita’s ******** Object): A polished 4ft buckler shield made of rare super lightweight metal alloy native to Agia. Due to its exposure to Gaia is has gained attributes giving it a tensile strength of steel but with elasticity comparable to a super bouncy ball when thinned. This allows the shield to double as a ranged weapon that can be bounced off of a maximum of three surface before losing momentum.

SAHC Modified Riot suit: A full body Kevlar powered suit that doubles as light armor. The underlying full body suit is made of a scratch resistant micro plated synthetic polymer. The under suit doubles as a sort of new age lightweight chain mail as well as a circuit conduit for providing power to various parts of the suit. The gauntlets, greaves (with knee guards), pauldrons and back-plate-H.F.O.-housing are all made of a Kevlar alloy and Heita’s core (chest and abs) are protected by an ablative modified Kevlar plating. Covering Heita’s head is a full cover face mask with a microfiber mesh around his mouth and nose to minimize the effects of prolonged exposure to harmful inhalants while maximizing his ability to breathe comfortably. On the back of this particular riot suit sits Heita’s iconic ever rotating H.F.O. acting as a reinforcing guard to the suits power unit.

[Pandumb]

Colonel Iyam A Heita

Tenkai's overhand cross could only go so far, and it would matter even less as Heita moved himself to the right. Tenkai's fist wouldn't even graze him at this point. With Heita's body weaving to the right, it would seem as if Tenkai's left side would be perfectly exposed for Heita's intended hook.

Or at least that's how it seemed at first.

With Tenkai's left side leading, his left arm would end up being much closer to Heita's body than Heita's glowing right arm would be to Tenkai's left side. With his previously parrying left arm pulled back to his side as a result of his following right overhand cross, chambering his fist would take hardly any time at all. From this point it would look as if Tenkai was in a perfect position to follow up his cross with a straight punch, if not for the fact that the monk had strangely relaxed his fist into an open palm.

As Heita whipped back from the lean, Tenkai drove his left arm forward, rotating his palm upright as the burning red glow from Heita's incoming hook would be accompanied by the contrasting light blue of Tenkai's spiritual power...

天破剛掌波
"Tenha Goushou Ha!"
(Heaven Breaking Rigid Palm Wave)

With an added step of his forward left foot, Tenkai's palm strike would close the short gap between Heita and Tenkai in a straight line as the hook came around. The bounce-back from Heita's weave and the motion from his hook would serve to bring him into Tenkai's strike, using the Colonel's own force against him. Tenkai's palm would drive into the center of Heita's mass towards his solar plexus, cutting the hook off half way by stepping into the strike.

Unlike Tenkai's earlier attack, there wouldn't be any internal damage as a result from the impact. Instead, Tenkai released his spiritual pressure in a powerful linear shockwave for increased external force that would crash against Heita's body and ripple across his torso. The Tenha Goushou Ha was as much a projectile attack as it was a palm strike, and the shockwave would travel with him, knocking him back much further than the Tekkouha Gankai Geki had.

Heita would feel as if he had been struck with a palm as wide as his entire torso, though the solid center of mass driven by Tenkai's actual palm heel would be aimed towards the bundle of nerves in his solar plexus for a powerful shock to the Colonel's system. At the very least, with Heita presumably being human or at least not of some corrupted influence, the flame-like blue spirit energy washing over him would not end up causing additional burning damage.

[Zou Kraze]

Tenkai Matsumoto

Colonel Iyam "Airstrike" Heita
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He's really ******** fast! A follow up conclusion given Heita's opponent's ability to cancel his own actions and retaliates Heita's striking speed. No matter, it would end in a trade favoring the white knight. The Panda monk opting to strike instead of block meant he left himself susceptible to the body hook and the overhand Heita Cannons. Even with the Panda monk being able to strike first, the momentum of the punches were carried out and the energy from the strikes projected.

All three attacks (the two Heita Cannons and Tenha Goushou Ha!) would impact simultaneously. The Panda monk feeling a hard penetrating searing hot pain stab into his body from his mid left ribs and down his nasal cavity to his throat to his chest. While Heita felt a seismic eruption of power through out his core.

With gritted and strength of will, Heita endured. He believed his cause to be just and that the monk had impeded his sense of justice. How could such a noble man defend an abomination of nature? How could he allow god-fearing citizens to be subjected to such evils as that beast?

There was only one possible answer. Somehow, someway, despite his appearance this man was also a travesty of nature. "rrrrRRGAAAAH!"

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Heita Cannon- Any heavy punch that use both Apex Authority to perform the move faster and an aura of Apex Dynamic to blow apart soft material by transferring energy to the target area. The energy shot from Heita Cannon has a two foot range (starting from Heita's knuckles) and 50% armor penetration. The shot can be forced through a maximum of two layers upon direct contact. Secondary effect causes second degree burns. The force is equivalent to being hit with a 50mph baseball at point blank and looks as if the opponent was hit with cannon fire. The aura not only acts as a buffer but also as physical barrier for metaphysics and magic alike. This gives Heita cannon a secondary property of being able to deflect an incoming projectile.
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Conviction and Beliefs: Heita has found faith in his one true goddess Mielikki as a blessing he has been made a zealot and entrusted with divine determination. While determined, Heita will receive a critical hit boost. Raising his critical hit severity. Heita will enter a determined state if;
1) A damsel is in distress
2) He is fighting something not human; anthropocentric
3) He is directly fighting for the sake of his comrades, family or friends

[Show me the CarFox]

Orochi C. Fox

"Got'cha!"

Fox got his hopes upon feeling his fist meet with the Orochi's face. His drove his arm all the way up, his hips twisting clockwise from the torque. He looked over his punching arm, keeping his eyes on the Orochi. Shock came to his face, as he brought his arms down and noticed several things. One, the man was strangely similar to himself. In fact, VERY similar. Fox felt as if he was looking into a mirror. From the body size to the 'looks', the Orochi was a carbon copy of Fox; albeit a "darker" version of himself, in every sense of the word. Two, Orochi Fox was seemingly unfazed by the punch. He might've gotten straightened up from the punch blasting into his face, but there he was-- with his red eyes, grinning and laughing out loud, right on Fox's face. This fight might be more difficult than Fox had in mind.

Fox sat back on his fighting stance, the raindrops rolling down his face.

" I didn't care at first, but I'll admit--

Who are you?"

[Samuel Tyson]

{{Off active dutry orders, sup lovlies!!!!}}

[Red the Ambivalent]

New life.....⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘

яє∂

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| Arena 7:: Catacombs|

Red sat in silence as she 'watched' where Heita was moving to. She took pride in her ability to move stealthily, keep her tracks hidden. This gave her time to plan her next move. He was a much better infighter then she, so keeping her distance was important. She was even confident in her medium ranges, outside about the three foot mark, but he had already proven that he will close that gap rather quickly in order to secure a win. Even a standing ingame was good with her, but any type of wrestling or ground fighting she had very little experience in. Her options were laid out in front of her, and right now it was a game of patience.

Knocking back another arrow, Red kept crouched low and crept up to the corner, pulling the string back and knocking the arrow into place. Her eyes scanned the halls, the light was dim, enough to keep her concealed at a distance, but she would need to be quick to disappear so he didn't catch up. Taking a deep breath, the woman pivoted around the corner when Heita was a ways down the hall, keeping silent as she uncurled her fingers and sent the arrow flying.

Thwoosh!

The arrow would cover the distance in a second, aiming for his midsection to further agitate his already hurting area. His armor wouldn't allow the weapon to pierce deep, but it would leave a good mark if it his it's target. As soon as she released the arrow, Red pivoted back around the corner to concealment and took off into the shadows once more, keeping the distance and hopefully keeping him disorientated on her direction.

Arrows [105/15]
Seismic Sense [Active]
Air Manipulation [Active]
Ability points/Stamina [54/100]

Colonel Iyam A Heita

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[Orochi C. Fox]

Show me the CarFox

"You already know the answer to that question."

His voice was a roaring version of Fox's. It still held clarity, so it was not too gruff to ruin his speech.

"You know what stands before you. I am your worst nightmare."

The dirt kicked up below his feet as the Fox double mimcked what Fox did before with the mud kick. Except this time, his was bigger, a wave of it being kicked his way.

"I am you."

He burst forth from the veil that showered down, slamming a left side kick toward Fox's ribs. He quickly retreated it whether it was a hit or not.

"I am Fox."

He took his raised left leg as he spun counter-clockwise, going into a spinning roundhouse kick. It was high and aimed for his head.

"I am Orochi C. Fox."

If Fox ducked the kick, he will face him completely, and send out his right foot in a forward push kick manner while landing the other foot. But if he blocked or got hit with it, the red-eyed fighter would just chamber it back to his body, then launch a forward kick into the sternum. Both attacks were meant to knock him backwards and to the ground.

[Zou Kraze]

Red the Ambivalent

Colonel Iyam "Airstrike" Heita
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This was the third arrow she had fired at him. With every one, she gave him a more accurate reading, a better way to track and avoid. His sense gaining accuracy as they became acute to his surroundings and the changes within. It wasn't perfect yet but innately being on the defensive served to minimize margins of error. Raising his right, shield wielding hand, ten degrees was adequate enough to deflect the shot.

Tink!

The following silence gave his ears the ability to track the sound of slight footfall, as his opponent continued to allude him and retreat deeper into the catacombs. "You call me out here to fight or for target practice?" He was annoyed and began intentionally goading out the blonde.

Although he knew which way to pursue, Heita instead stood his ground at the crossroads. He wasn't interested in playing her game. He couldn't afford to get lost in this dusty old maze so close to dinner time. If this assassin wanted his head, she would have to come and get it.

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Spatial Trigonometry and Awareness: Heita can instinctively sense all the angles to any space in a 20ft radius around him. This ability acts more so as a projectile early warning system as well accuracy amplifier. It is how is able to detect any projectile without having direct vision of it. It also grants Heita the ability to gauge the speed and possible flight pattern of a projectile.

Logistics and Cartography: Heita retains information like a perfectly maintained filing cabinet. Able to access any information he has gathered in a structured manner for easy access later. This in conjunction with his Spatial Trigonometry and Awareness grant him a perfect map of his current surroundings upwards of 20ft.

[The Sauce of Legend]

Spooky Mittens

Stains landed on one foot and spun upon it's rounded tip, cracking a wry glance backwards towards the fleeing Gustave!

"Not above running I see! Well, allow me to show you the meaning of speed!" He pried the sword out of his skull in a flash and a slick of blood followed it's dispersal as he immediately, and regrettably, forgot how to walk. Funny, he couldn't remember how to regret... He tumbled head over heels right into the ground, his arms growing heavy and his body shuddering in sudden, disturbing jolts that couldn't be helped. He groaned, and tried with all of his might to push up to his knees. His legs trembled, his muscles lax though he strained to force them to grow tauter still. "I'm gonna getcha.." He shook as his head jolted to the side like a bird of prey angling in, instantly and with merciless intent, upon it's expected prey; he was looking straight at Gustave. "I'm gonna be your beeeest friend." It would take a few moments before the nano-machines keeping him alive repaired his brain's cellular structure where the blade's entirety had carved on through. Now would be the time Gustave would need to strike before Stains got really revved up..

Stain's brought his right leg up, katana in hand.

"You're gonna die."

[Kizu Pantera]

turnipsama

Jinbei

[Arena: 4 City]

And Jinbei had thought himself so clever...

Kizu Pantera

-Quickly bending at the knees in nearly squatting to lower his center of gravity with a slight lean from the light pull of his opponents weight along the wrist, he would yank his own wrist in a rising crescent motion while rotating it clockwise. This had the shape of the of armors structure to quickly pry open a gap with just enough space to slide out and offset his opponents balance towards a backwards stumble into falling on his a**.

All the while his armored right hand swiftly ascended with grace towards the left bicep that wore the bandolier of throwing knives, readjusting the wrist to properly gaining hold of the blades handle before skillfully throwing it towards the gut of Jinbei. Like before, there's lines of ice layered along the flat ends of the weapons. Kizu lightly push off his left foot in shuffling along grounds of the roof top to contest the range of close quarters in a southpaw hit man stance, right forearm gradually swaying from left to right like a pendulum.-

Despite the repositioning of the 'anchor' used as leverage it was only needed for a quick moment. Redirection of that particular armored limb would only receive the exact same treatment as intended. Rather, the ex-sand-nin would pop up with only that short moment allotted to heave himself upright from dodging. Kizu's own re-positioning however would spare him the brunt force he would have experienced otherwise. Undoubtedly the arctic reaper would feel the brushing air blasting past his position from the missed punch that whizzed just off mark despite the incredible speed used for the delivery. This only caused the slightest smirk to pull at the cheeks beneath that clothe face mask hidden in the shadows of Jinbei's hood. Despite how hard it was to tell, the shinboi was amused with his opponent's skill. Even as Kizu slipped a blade out of the sheathe and fired it off with skilled practice; the hooded shinobi would already have his right dagger wielding hand slipping into a typical 're-set' position near the hip during the extension of his punch. This allowed Jinbei to merely flick his wrist while shoving his arm forward entirely to deflect the icey dagger off it's trajectory.

Despite the slick counter tactic applied to an otherwise dicey projectile, Jinbei would still have to deal with his own follow through regarding his extended left. He gave up all the power he might have otherwise driven into his opponent by shoving his right arm forward, but that seemed irrelevant in the face of his own safety. He would snap both arms back as quickly possibly while turning his body sideways and taking a step backwards so he might sink back into his stance in a safer position. By no means would Jinbei let his guard down, but he was definitely not in a position to do anything aside from re-set.

The shinobi's blood coursed hot like fire. His eyes all but glowed with that focused intensity. To this day nobody could really say what had happened to 'change' Jinbei... The only integrated personalities in his every day life was a large network of informants. All of which would tell you the same thing...apparently this insatiable lust for violence was a very real and very deeply ingrained new personality trait. For better or worse...

Equipment: Forehead protector, Flak Jacket, Top, Bottom

Utility belt: Shuriken/ kunai daggers [8], Stars [10], Fuma Shuriken [2], Smoke bombs [10], senbon [10], tensile wire [10 feet], exploding tags [5]

Ninjato]

-It was pretty crafty in how he was able to keep balanced with a firm clutch on the gauntlet before getting into position, the turn alone in retrieving the blade would have the incoming punch miss it's mark for a near miss.Feeling the tepid breeze brush along the surface of his brawny chocolate toned limb from the missed strike of his opponent, he retrieved the throwing blade to accurately pitch it towards the front of JInbei. Unfortunately, this guy was playing keep up with Kizu so far, by using his dagger to parry the ice coated blade away from its designated target . The blade flew from his right hand and fell blade first into the gravel of the rooftop, a acouple of feet away from him and he continued to advance on the offense. That mighty right arm snapped back into retreating towards it's lead and that movement alone, would create the momentum that was added into the swift clockwise torque of the hips to unleash a textbook lightning straight left towards the lower jaw while pushing off his right foot to keep the striking range pretty tight .

Jinbei would be caught up in a predicament of where, the strike was coming in as he was trying to reset his position. In return, Kizu was well aware of what he was doing, the real question would be how will his opponent react? One thing was certain, Jinbeis dagger was looking pretty nice right now.-