[ Poll ] Battledome! Week of Awesome!! ((Wednesday, Read First Post))

What "Awesome" day is your favorite?

Monday		23.8%	[ 5 ]
Tuesday		0.0%	[ 0 ]
Wednesday		19.0%	[ 4 ]
Thursday		19.0%	[ 4 ]
Friday		14.3%	[ 3 ]
Saturday		0.0%	[ 0 ]
Sunday		14.3%	[ 3 ]
Gold Plz!		9.5%	[ 2 ]

Total Votes: 21

[Emma of Bainbridge]

So Scribbler was trying a musical method of competition, was she?

I was all for that.

Scribbler drew us up a full orchestra and I provided them the sheet music. The battle began as the ink-conjured conductor raised his baton.

My opponent started out with something from one of my favorites: she did quite well.

I did something that was a little closer to my heart.

And was declared the victor.

[Zachary Charon]

"Okay, Emma, let's do this."

While it was clear to see neither of us were at our full potential it still felt like it was going to be a close match. I couldn't do my usual "Don't blink" thing that I loved so much but it didn't matter. I was still fast. I adopted a simple defensive stance, bringing my wings in close to my body. Emma began the offensive by launching bolts of lightning at me. The speed of the bolt was not faster than my mind or my eye but it was just as fast as my body. I moved to dodge but the bolt clipped one of my wings as I moved. Emma shot bolt after bolt at me while I was forced to dodge. I took to the skies, feeling a bolt of lightning tear through my left leg. Once I was safe in the air and out of Emma's range I clutched at my leg and tried to numb the pain.

"Ow, ow, ow," I repeated and massaged my leg until I couldn't feel it anymore. Then I looked down at Emma, who was preparing what looked to be a real doozy of a spell. Probably an ender, if I guessed right. I dive-bombed her before she could finish and flared my wings at the last second, causing her to flinch. When she opened her eyes I had my hand glowing faintly and directly in front of her face. She held up her hands and smiled.

"Well done," she said. "Just make sure not to get hit so much next time."

TNP: "Alright, let's make this fun."

[Gefechtsbereit]

"Hmm... fun, you say?" Willi did not seem to understand the concept of "fun". The only thing closest to "fun" that he's had in his nearly six years of service on the front was getting drunk on bad alcohol and racing mice that he found scurrying in the burning forests. Ah, and then there was barking orders at the subordinates, but that has lost its fun.

Zachary nodded, shaking out his wings as he readied his battle stance. A grin came onto his face. "I'm ready."

Before the officer could even attempt to translate what his opponent had said, a fist, and then another fist, landed in his face, and then a flurry into his abdomen, at a speed that would be impossible for a human to defend against. Zachary stepped back to admire his work, and Willi just stared a bit blankly at him, as though wondering what the heck had just happened. In fact, it didn't seem he was affected at all, until a minute passed and the officer fell unconscious to the floor.

Zachary blinked. "Well, that was easy."



@ Next Poster: "I don't want your mercy. Just do what you need to do."

[Amiante]

The young man made his way into the arena with those heartless crimson orbs scrolling to Willi. He was quick to speak, "I don't want your mercy. Just do what you need to do." Am nodded, soon replying, "Brave of you, Willi."

As always, he steamed to him. Punches exchanged, and it was clear the black haired man had the upper hand. Blondie was roughed up and finally, he fell. But he wasn't out. Am was ready to deliver a kick to his face to finish him off but he just couldn't. He closed his eyes, lifting his foot. The other flinched a bit. Am couldn't. "I'm sorry." The young man folded. He showed mercy. He put that foot back on the ground and offered his hand.

The other took it, and was helped up. Am looked to him, and then away. Not half bad, really. The injuries that is. Well. Alright, Am didn't find him...ugly per se. "You look like you could use a drink there, brosef." Willi chuckled, rolling his eyes because of the corny name Am had called him. But he couldn't reject free alcohol. "That'd be great."

And off they went.

[Dr Question]

Grey sighed as he faced his opponent. He disliked having to fight unarmed opponents. "Well, I think I can stand to fight without using my sword." He put his hands up in a defensive stance. Am charged at him, and Grey got ready to counterattack. His vision flashed, and he couldn't quite make out what he was seeing. The next thing he realized, he had been punched across the face. Grey quickly retaliated, planting a well-placed kick on Am's chest to create some distance, and then beginning to charge his Noise to give himself some added strength.

This time it was Grey that charged. He moved so fast, his hand was about to collide with Am's ribcage. His vision flashed again. Am had dodged the attack and Grey's punch had created a plume of dust from the sheer force. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Deciding to end this, Grey built up more Noise and fired it at Am, tearing at him and sending him flying into a wall.

The doctor rubbed his head and left the arena, wondering what was happening.

Next: "Don't hold back."

[Facade of Enmity]

"Very well."

"Grey. It is good to see you again." Alnette nodded and drew her dagger. "Let's do this." With a grin, she lunged at him, ducking under his sword slash and countering with her dagger. She had cut his arm, but he wasn't going to give up any time soon.

He slashed again, this time, she parried, trapping the blade with her dagger. "Tch, someone's getting rusty." With a flick of her wrist, Alnette rid Grey of his weapon. Before he could retrieve it, the redhead had her dagger to his throat, looking him in the eyes. "Really now, I was expecting a better fight. You disappointed me." Alnette frowned slightly, pretending to be hurt. "We better have a rematch soon, I want to fight you at your best." With that, she moved the dagger and allowed him to leave.

@ Next poster - "Come, show me what you've got!"

[Lord Discord]

"When do I not?"

What could Alnette do with but a simple dagger? That is what Discord thought as he stood over her. Without any warning, Discord swung his doom blade at Alnette with surprising speed, but she dodged it with equal swiftness. Alnette would slash at Discord and then back away, repeating this strategy again and again. Her slashes did not seem to affect Discord, but something unexpected happened. Each slash inflicted on his armor caused a small energy influx. Necromatic energies surged beyond Discord's ability to control. After one final slash, the energy bolstered and consumed the lich lord in an enormous, green explosion.

(To My Next Opponent) "Can you win?"

[ragdoll240]

"Ah what a horrendous day for death!"

A gun was pointed at Ragdolls head as he said that little comment.as he sees lord discord was the one pointing it at him.

"Oh umm hello there"

Ragdoll waves his fingers at him.

"I didn't mean that comment at you...I was ummm. aiming at that little turtle over there!"

He points to a tiny little turtle walking along the field as ragdoll chuckled lightly seeing the gun still pointed at his head hearing discord pull the trigger.

"&%$#....."

Ragdoll couldnt finish his sentence since lord discord blew his head off as the headless doll's body fell to the ground and slowly started to regenerate.

[Bellenmore]

Rollerskating down the path. I hit a rock and flew into the battle dome screaming "AHHHHHHHH!!!"
I opened my eyes to see black and orange shoes. "Wha...?" I touched the shoe and felt something coming down toward me. I rolled to the side and saw a ax land where I was!! I blink. "I'm not on the path anymore..." I mutter and stand up and pull off my helmet. A man so scary looking I lost all voice then managed squeaked "If that's how you wanna play.." She swung her helmet and heard a loud "CRASH!!" she opened her eyes to see the man on the ground. Cheers flew fromt he crowd. She Grasped her helmet and held it above her head in glory.

TNP :: "Wanna point the way to the rollerskating park?"

[Quess]

Rollerblades? o_o

I don't know what on Earth she was doing here with rollerblades and nothing to fight with. At first I looked at the judges and they just shrugged. She started speeding toward and put her head forward. I guessed she was going to ram me or something of the sort. I stepped out of the way since she couldn't see where she was going and tripped her. She went flying and landed on her back, dazed. The judges thought that it would be best to end the fight there. sweatdrop

[Blood Jester Loki]

Mah.

The so-called mech stepped on Jester. Well, there are worse ways to go.

[Facade of Enmity]

"Oh joy... I'm about to die." "You are going to get your ears scratched for that."

Jester was immediately tackled by Alnette, who hugged him and proceeded to scratch his ears. She was really happy not to be squashed by a mech. So happy, that she didn't even feel like killing Jester. He was lucky.

@ next poster - "Bring it on!"

[Saint of Beasts]

"Alnette. We simply must stop running into each other like this."

(( gonk ))

I stepped into her room. She got up from her couch, her hands apparently empty. "Ah, Saint. Your timing couldn't be worse. I'm unarmed, and in no mood to fight." She pulled two glasses from behind the couch, followed by a red-tinted bottle. "I don't suppose you'd settle for a couple of drinks instead."

I halted. It really was quite a disarming situation. She seemed to be honest enough. Her dreaded rapier was nowhere to be seen, and her dress was anything but combat oriented. I was rather tired, myself, and I admit, she had certain... charms. "I suppose, for once, we could meet without fighting. Even I grow tired of killing all the time."

She sat back down and patted the couch next to her, pouring out two glasses of dark wine. I took a seat and leaned back, gratefully taking the glass from her. I sniffed it first, pretending to sample it for its flavor as I checked it's odor for toxins. But it was clean. Her intentions, for once, may have been good. I drank heartily. It's not often that my drinks are free.

She leaned forward a bit, raising her glass to me. "A toast," she said. Raising an eyebrow, I brought my glass up to hers and clinked the glasses together. "To what, might I ask?"

With my guard completely down, she slipped the small knife from the back of her corset and across my gut, causing blood to spill all over the nice couch. I gasped, sputtering as my life quickly faded. She leaned in and brought her lips to mine, tasting the blood in my mouth.

"To suckers."

@ NP: Do it while I'm drunk.

[ragdoll240]

"Yes we should stop running into each other like this"

"Now then lets see if this new black magic spell works....."

Ragdoll took a few deep breaths as he then started to sing a note as he started from low to a certain pitch to where Saint of Beast couldn't help, but get hypnotized by his radically awesome voice.

"Perfect..now lets see how high you can go...."

Ragdoll kept singing a higher tune as Saint of Beast followed. sadly Saint of Beast couldn't sing as high as Ragdoll as Saint's whole body just collages and broke down inside due to trying to stay with Ragdoll's voice.

"Sucks to be you..."

Ragdoll cackled as he absorbed his power as Ragdoll then grew stronger.