Roland vs ~Craven~

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((Okay, this is a setup fight between Tacitus and myself. I have no preferance as to who my opponent uses, but that's okay.))

The Gambino Island Casino Roof. Often with the glitter and glitz of Gambinos' vivid nightlife. The roof of the building has a general layout, 1000ft wide by 800 long with four step stones at each corner at 2x2x2, and then a large mast with several wires with lightbulbs all over it going to the ground square in the middle. The area is partial to wind magic due to altitude, and also can act as a strong accelerant to lightning magic, due to the circuits and wire all about.

The weather is dark and cloudy with a possibility of rain, but no exponential electrical signals have been read off the clouds, so it should only rain, if anything. It is currently 7:21pm, Gambino Time.

Roland would just be standing here quietly, his legs slung over the side of the building as he looked up at the clouds. He was being quiet, his tightly weaved corn rows simply pulling at his scalp. "...Damn I'm bored."  

[Tacitus]

A wet slop can be heard from below as a stream of red snakes up the side of the building. It seems to be moving rather slowly, save for when streams would leap out like tentacles and splash onto the side higher up the wall with a slosh. A form seemed vaguely visible within the mass, the semblance of a face, the twisted grin upon his face one that can only be of madness.

With a singularly powerful thrust the whole seemed to launch itself up onto the roof, landing in a puddle with a sickening slosh. Tendrils of the thick blood rose up and slowly formed a human shape, the colors changing as if bleeding through from within. A pair of black dress pants and shoes is sharply contrasted by a wife beater and jacket that seems to be of military origin, the coloration of arctic camo. A shock of auburn hair sticks up from his head, a single tuft of hair encrusted with blood, the rest of his scalp showing signs of the hair being ripped out. His eyes are bloodshot and his chest bleeds, a golden badge lodged in his chest that signifies him as an ex-Commissioner of the Gaian Police Department.

A bloodied mist escapes from his lips as he lets out a gasp, madness showing through as he points wildly at Roland, "Y-you! Private property, no...YES! Evil plot...TERRORIST! I'll stop you! I'll be a hero again!!!" He's obviously a raving lunatic, but what caused his fall from grace is unknown and irrelevant here, for he seems intent on Roland's destruction.  

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((Had to step out.))

Roland stood and spun to see the man come into existance, and needless to say was extreamly surprised. "What in the hell kinda freak show street fighter character you s'posta be?" And then this... thing... let out the terrorist bit, and Roland reached into his pockets, grabbing a pair of iron knucles. "Oh, I see. I'm black, so I MUST be a terrorist, huh?!" But then it dawned on Roland that this man looked too crazy to be some kinda racist, he just looked like a crack head.

"What the f~ck are you?" (Not sure ya'll are about language)

Alright, so we have a weird snake-lich and then some guy with a pair of knuckles. Let's just see THIS play out.  

[Tacitus]

The blood leaking down his chest seemed to grow thick as he took a step forward, "Insulting an officer! Swarm! Swarm! Swarm! Swarm!" The badge burst from his chest with a stream of blood that seemed to be under high pressure. The badge seemed to have been sharpened for this purpose as it darted at Roland's chest with a fair deal of force, the blood trailing behind it, still connected to Craven. His face twitched, apparently unable to feel the pain or loss of blood, "I need to be the hero. They'll let me back then!" Bruises began to appear on his hand and face as capillaries burst, unleashing blood that began to push through his skin, a faint aura about the bruised areas.  

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And so Roland blinks, watching as a very sharp badge of all things come at him. With a quick leftstep, swinging his right hand upward, his hand going through the blood. Now, mind you, he was used to long appendages and such, attacks of this style, but this was unusual at best. So, with that attack successfully dodged (hopefully), Roland would turn back to his opponent and...

Quote:

Spiral Slammer
>, >(rollto)^, (K), (A), v,^, (B)
~Soul Calibur 3 style~

...run full tilt, his feet slamming across the ground and when he came within a few feet's range, jumps upward, spins clockwise once, slams his left leg forward, falls some while still spinning, a left punch, lands pointed to his opponent's left before jumping back up with a right uppercut.  

[Tacitus]

The blood seemed rather sticky, sticking to his hand in a large glob as it started to expand. It would quickly envelope his hand and from the begin crawling up his arm. Any other body part touching it would get stuck to it, but should it touch Craven this would not hold true. The glow that began to pulse from his bruises seemed to lessen at this effect. Craven seems to welcome the man as Roland rushes forward, taking the series of hits as a spray of blood bursts from his lips and points of contact, any of which that lands on Roland would have a similar effect as before. Craven is sent sprawling to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him as it seems to be literally pouring from him. Beyond the severe bleeding he seems to have taken little damage, as if he were just a meat sac and the blows only created more bruising. Why would he just take the abuse? Why did he even seem to welcome it? ...why is the blood glowing?  

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Quote:

Soul Charge
(A)+(B)+(K)

Roland would not enjoy the bloody stuff, but if he knew one thing from his fighting history, it's any sticky liquid that stays on your body when you flap your arm, leave it alone and don't touch it. Drawing in a generous amount of spirit energy, ki, whatever, enough to pull off one special attack, Roland would retreat to a safe distance before wondering why the flip he was glowing.  

[Tacitus]

The blood on the groundseemed to rise up over Craven like a shield while it continued to expand outwards, creating a sticky pool on the ground. It was odd, the amount of blood covering the grounds looks as if it were pouring from some massive beast or a large number of mean. There was simply too much blood here. Looking closely, it seemed as if eyes appeared on the outer layer of the shield, but passed away just as quickly. Did...did the shield just move?! It almost looks as if the shield is crawling towards Roland, the glow suffusing the blood only increasing.  

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"Son of a b***h, man, what are you?!" Roland would remain still, his body continuing it's still and concentrated charging. He didn't like the look of all this, and with the weird blood goo on his arm, he was becoming un easy. "You may as well go first, freak!"  

[Tacitus]

Over time the sticky blood would grow only to the point of enveloping his arm up to the point oh his elbow, remaining sticky. As the blood contined to expand upon the ground a ripple seemed to pass through the whole as the glow reached a pinnacle. A low rumbling passed out as if from the stomach of a large beast as three shapes rose up from the blood, one coming from the shielded area. They converged and passed through one another before facing Roland, hiding Craven within one. Telling which one he was in would be impossible as they each looked the same and had the same aura, being of his blood. He was in the one on the right, now named Three. One was closest to where the shield had been and hung back while Two and Three rushed into to attack, flowing across the ground as a behemoth of blood, blood elementals, leaving the same in their wake. Two attempted to swing a massive partially solidified fist at Roland while Three reared back to spit more of the sticky type of blood at him, aimed at his right leg.  

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Roland was really no longer comfortable sitting there, allowing his opponent mutating whilst nibbling his arm with his blood. It was all very odd, to be honest. Now, at this range, he could probably get off one attack or so before jumping away without too much problems.

So, with a quick nod, Roland would duck low before rolling to his left, dodging these two attacks... fairly well, only getting some of that goo residue on him. Now, he would dash forward, jump off to the left where the mast was, keep his momentum as he ran right up it before flipping off, doing a backspin whilst falling, poised to land between Demon one and two. It would be exactly seven feet from the ground when he would let out one of those two charges he'd gained up, which would cause his body to send out a pulse of light. Firstly, his clothing and the goo on his right would be destroyed, or at least ripped off of him. Secondly, by all means, the attack should cause a significant knockback against the blood demons, maybe even damage them both.

When Roland stopped glowing, he would be dressed in an EvoBlack Stealth costume, meant just for fighting. His shoes would be more like padded socks, and he would still have his iron knuckles.

Roland would not wait to see the fruit of his work before jumping back several feet, getting to his formal stance for the first time. His right foot was pointed forward, his left pointed at a 90* angle from his right, his hands poised for a fight with his right fist out in front, his left lower and further back some.

"C'mon, you just gonna sit there and mutate, or you gonna take care of your terrorist?" Roland's tone of voice had changes from a startled and annoyed young man to a serious and steadfast soldier. "I'll rip you up a million times before breaking a sweat."  

[Tacitus]

Whatever Craven was expected, the power unleashed by the man certainly wasn't it. Like a battleship firing low to the water the blood elementals are thrust back and away from the man, but little damage seems to have been done. With One spread further away now from Two and Three, the latter of which contains an ever more fluid Craven, it looks as if the decoy is lost. Upon one the face of Craven can even be seen for a moment to reinforce the diversion as One seems to start casting a spell. Meanwhile, Two and Three rush Roland once more, this time not getting nearly as close as two streams of blood shoot out from each. As opposed to before these streams seem almost solid, like whips or chains, each aimed at wrapping around Roland.  

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Quote:

Get off me!
^ (rollto) < +B

Roland looked either way quickly, hoping to deflect this like the others. Noting the apparent Solidity of the streams, grabbing the one to his 2 O'clock, yanking it to his 7 O'clock, where the other was coming from. With all the hope he had, he pulled and flung the first whip at the second before taking several steps away from the elementals. "Man, I still wanna know what the ******** you are."

Roland would slip into a quick trance hoping to gain a little more energy. Currently sitting on a small amount of energy, Roland needed to call up enough to pull some of his better moves. For the time being, Roland needed to build up.  

[Tacitus]

The tendrils of blood would follow Roland, bouncing off one another and flowing through to lash out at him. They seem rather intent on grabbing him, but Tw and Three don't seem to want to get too much closer to Roland. Meanwhile, One continues to glow brighter as blood begins to coat the ground in a layer thick enough to pool.

((>.> *ish dead tired* This sucks, but I'm a firm believer in not delaying combat.))  

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((I keep forgetting to come by here.))

Roland did not seem pleased at the moment, moreso not liking the glowing. He didn't really know what to do as for the beast, but deciding to continue his charging rather than attacking, he would take up a defensive, attempting to block off the attack but not entirely succeeding, actually being sent sailing across the building when hit by the trendils.