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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:47 pm
 VS.
 Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:47 pm
 "50 yard diameter circle, 10 foot high border, non-soil hardwood surface~"
A mind in motion, this was what a wise fighter would truly desire as they stepped into chaos in flight. Replaying the dimensions of his debut round this year, was a fairly famous or perhaps, infamous man slowly stepping out of the southern gate's shadows. Camera flashes and tantalizing sunlight caught those well known glasses lens, then those serpent-headed pauldrons, and now that menacing red blade. Yes, stepping into the spotlight was a [Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai] and combat veteran, present every year the competition had been in running.
However, it was not until the dreaded serpentine manipulation artist [Omi Barsait]'s tell-tale grin spread wide in the face of the monstrous crowds, that an uproar shook the very air. Hatred, love, enjoyment, curiosity, many conflicting emotions & views were aimed at this lengthy haired gentleman at the age of 20 years. Defeating and being defeated by "greats," challenging authority to deadly degrees, taking paths some viewed honorable and others viewed despicable, a humanoid enigma was in the ring another year.
Barely a step in, Barsait whipped his head radically to the left, causing those lovely glasses to fly off his face and into the doorway depths with a few feet's slide. They were cosmetic after all, a decoration and nothing more to the strategist's good fortune. This allowed his roaming, amber brown eyes to pierce ahead, now without restraint.
Every "first" round of every tournament this man had ever fought in, fate threw him a curve-ball. A man who bested him in his life prior, a cyborg monstrosity, legends and champions and menaces grand; ergo, Omi felt an intense flame burn in his heart. This year, no matter what his enemy's ambitions would be, they took backseat for his. Compassion had to be shown after the battle, idle defeat was unforgivable!! No matter what, his ambition needed results.
No matter what..
..he had to crush destiny into his desired shape.
" May we both enjoy this battle. I, Omi Barsait, am your opponent." Another crowd roar. Thanks to the media attention this tournament was now receiving, larger budget and all, the speakers would take their initial words and magnify their roar for the world to hear - and this, the serpent took advantage of to reach the ears of his yet unseen opponent. No stranger to psychological warfare, it was also a show of respect wove into a deadly offering. Supposedly, if the murmurs were to be believed, his opponent was a woman. Not the type to judge on gender, normally Barsait held a soft-spot for the fairer sex none the less which had been exploited to his woe in the past. Chivalry shown a knife in the back. Ergo, already in the process was Omi steeling himself. What would walk through the northern gate was no fair fight but an enemy. An enemy that needed to be slain in spirit. Today.. Omi Barsait began his casual walk toward from that southern gate, combat boots touching the polished floor with gusto as his squared shoulders jaunted those eerie serpent-pauldrons back & forth. Yet no matter how hard the wild strategist tried to compose himself with calm yet with fury in different aspects each, what a rush stepping back into this arena gave him! No, he couldn't slay that vivid, toothy grin yet. And a rising spirit accompanied this hearty smile, for a powerful boon.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (0)]
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 11:10 am
“That we may, Omi Barsait! An’ I, Robyn Isedan, am your opponent!”Robyn’s slightly accented voice echoed through the stadium, but she seemed nowhere to be found. Then slowly, mutters began to sweep across the audience, people pointing upwards and gesturing to their friends as first a few, than many, eyes caught sight of the figure standing on the edge of the roof of the arena. “Check it out!” “Is she crazy?” “What’s she doing up there?” “Is she gonna jump?” “Snack guy! Hot dog over here!” Robyn’s light purple hair streamed behind her as she faced into the wind, looking down at the arena floor. She’d gotten this crazy idea last night, wondering what she could do to make herself memorable. After all, on the off chance that she didn’t win, she still wanted people to remember her, and for something cool. Her grin was wide as she crouched down slightly. Luckily, her gymnastics past lent her a good reasoning on the extremely dangerous jump she was about to make, and after making sure her weapons and belt were secured, she leaped into the air. Gasps ensued throughout the arena as she gained a few feet, barely visible in relation to the height she was already at, before her angle changed and she began falling headfirst, arms that had been spread wide now pulling in to her sides as she dived downward. The wind rushed against her ears as she fell faster and faster, but she had to keep her eyes open against the onslaught, making sure she judged the distance right. Now the people who hadn’t been able to see her due to her being right above them were able to see what everyone else was talking excitedly about, and they joined the chatter. Everyone watched her fall, some even holding their breath in anticipation. She was falling headfirst, after all. Would she be able to turn in time? Would she survive the landing? Some in the crowd thought that would be a hilarious turnout as well; a participant “splatting” themselves before they even got to fight. Unfortunately for those people, Robyn had no intent of “splatting”. Judging she was about the right distance, the fox girl tucked her body slightly, spinning forward so that her legs were now pointing down, one leg slightly brought up. Her arms went with the wind, now raised above her head as though she was marking a goal at a football game. More cheers at that, and the audience began the countdown in their heads, watching as she fell those last couple dozen feet. 3…2…1…Crack!Robyn landed hard, her booted feet shattering the glossy surface. But she held her position, her legs bent to absorb impact. Her bright green eyes blinked for a moment, as though she herself was surprised that she had made it, before her mouth split into another grin, her legs straightening as she moved off the now-damaged spot. The crowd was roaring, some snapping photos, other lucky ones having managed to record the whole thing. This unknown sure knew how to make an entrance, it seemed. Brushing herself off slightly, Robyn never took her eyes off her opponent, and she was ready to take action at a moment’s notice, but she hoped that Omi would be a sporting type of fellow and let her gather herself. Looking her younger opponent right in the eyes, she brought her legs together and bowed, hands pressed together in front of her. Honour was part of her trademark, after all, and she would make sure to show the man in front of her respect for the combat that was about to take place. That taken care of, she relaxed her stance and adjusted her cowboy-style hat, then rested her hands on her hips, right above where the handles of her daggers jutted out from her belt. Her red-furred tail lashed behind her, and she grinned her ever-cocky grin. “Shall we?”[Bringing the Heat: 0]
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:43 pm
A pretty voice penetrated the stadium grand. Curious, Barsait entertained the elaborate show as it unveiled, grin spreading an octave each moment it seemed this Isedan would descend to her foretold doom. No stranger to theatrics for the sake of a good show, it never entered this warrior's mind even once that the woman might fall to her harm, but he was positive the crowd would think different. Thus, amazement filled the air as the spectators screamed upon the glory of Robyn's triumphant stand.
Indeed, Barsait did not move to strike. Instead, already stationary as the serpent had been craning his head to watch the show, his hands were making one glorious clap after the next with a hearty chuckle escaping those lips of his, exposing more of Omi's white teeth than most got to see beyond deadly combat maneuvers. Why, he seemed positively entertained!
"My my, impressive show! A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I acknowledge you as my opponent, this I swear; that certainly awed me. Alas, I'm sore to be outshone, I'm afraid I will need to steal your thunder a tad. Interested~ Robyn?"
Another hearty clap in front of his chest! .. yet it never separated.
Now appearing to be in sinister prayer, the snake was smiling with a look that told those who were in the know he was on edge. Yes, two gauntlets rose in prayer fashion in front of the man's nose, eyes leering unto her with a sudden and intense furor. Not unlike a snake eying its prey, this was quite the sudden change in pace.
However, those in the crowd who had seen Barsait's performance in the past years would begin to murmur, grin, gasp, and 1,000 other assorted reactions as his fingertips, naked from those gauntlet's oppression, each held a furious red glow between them! Yes, it looked as though Omi was crushing a red light between his fingers, festering out of the pores of his flesh in a frenzy.
Of course.. he was a trickster. The truth was, his hand arrangement was quite intentional. It only seemed like both of his hands were spewing out what would no doubt manifest into those ghastly snakes of lore, for in truth, only a few fingers per hand were creating the monstrosities. By matting the tips together however, it appeared like double that amount were being manifested, a truth only Omi was made privy to.
Two results; the first, Isedan would spot this obvious pending attack and attempt to close distance immediately, or she would be more passive - or perhaps, a third now that his mind was truly on the battlefield, maybe she had a ranged weapon! Yes, all options Barsait was simply chomping at the bit to discover the chosen path within.
Still, that sickening red glow festering upon the man's fingers would at this point, make less of an intimidating show in comparison to his infamous [Ignus Pata]. The crimson illumination cast off by his fingertips was already making the dull red blade seem to fester, and though this was merely a trick of the light, it was an eerie show none the less.
And thus, battle commenced.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (1)]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:53 am
“You can most certainly try!”
The fox girl’s grin was wide, her fangs glinting in the light that bore down upon them. Well, at least she was up against a sporting opponent. Hell, he’d even liked her entrance!
Robyn sensed the mood change in an instant though, her grin dropping to a serious, almost curious look as Omi began his little light show. Nothing pretty much surprised her anymore. Creeped her out, sure, impressed her, most definitely, but surprise? Yeah, wasn’t happening. Her head tilted to the side and her ears flicked as she watched, and seeing as he wasn’t making any immediate movements towards her (yet), she calmly reached for a thin metal rod hooked horizontally onto the back of her belt.
Murmurs swept through the crowd as she brought the object around in front of her. Was she really going against something so dangerous with a foot long baton-looking thing? Not that Robyn knew his “light show” was dangerous. Or at least, as dangerous as the crowd knew it to be.
Considering themselves to still somewhat be in “flashy mode”, she tossed the rod from her gloved hand up into the air, the metal stick spinning like a windmill. As it rose and began to fall, one would notice that it seemed to be…no, it was definitely growing longer. Extending out from the center until it was nearly as tall as Robyn herself, the staff was still spinning as she caught it, twirling it around her to disperse its momentum, before it stopped with a “smack” in her hands. The little button she had pressed right before tossing it was likely too small for the people in the audience, or even her opponent, to notice, but it certainly made Robyn’s life a lot easier. And bringing it out a lot cooler.
Her grin took on a predatory tint as she settled into her stance. Right leg forward, her staff held one end high, one low. The low part was to her “dead side”, over her right leg into open space and slightly forward, her hands each about a foot from the center. She began circling Omi slowly, her back left leg stepping until it almost-but-not-quite crossed her right line, then her right moving to settle back in her normal stance. The fox girl was also moving forward some, aiming to close the distance little by little unless he made the first move. Her legs would be prepared to spring in any direction, or to quickly settle into a more solid position, bracing herself for an attack or defense.
[Bringin' the Heat: 1]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:05 am
Hands shaking intentionally to throw his opponent off, that steadfast gaze of Omi's happily roamed Robyn's frame to catch anything impromptu or unusual. They were at a short but vital stage in the combat process: that of gathering information. Some intentionally skipped it and would rush headfirst into their foes with the intent of throwing all logic on the back-burner, but most however briefly still utilized this entry point to great effects.
While Barsait couldn't catch the button, a foot-long rod becoming damn near the length of the wielder's height, not something you exactly could miss. A hidden smirk behind those folded hands was his response, happily watching this Isedan begin her encirclement like a lion circling its prey. Yes, this was certainly going to be a fun fight, this he could grasp with ease. However..
.. being treated as prey never quite sat well with Barsait. No. An enemy at a distance was problematic, but those who dared to tread into his territory had not yet held the pleasure of the [Serpentine Manipulation Artist's] presence. Through Robyn's gradual movement, those sharp eyes of his were upon her without a single blink. Not even a faltering instant.
Out of the blue, words oozed through the air in a cool fashion, almost eerily calm: "The fangs of a serpent." His squared posture did not change even a millimeter, the only part of the multi-year fighter of this tournament in motion being his eyes. With her impressive feat of gymnastics upon entry, no doubt was present in Omi's ablaze mind that lithe figure was mobile, and yet.. The follow-up was rapidly spoken, holding that same cool air which betrayed the senses: "Care to be bitten?"
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His left hand slid forward with no resistance, like a karate-chop; the crimson blade attached to that very same hand's gauntlet suddenly rotated 45 degrees clockwise from Omi's perspective, so the blade edges were along the horizon, the arm outstretched. The right hand meanwhile, broke free of its prayer-like imprisonment, fingertips suddenly dancing wild in the most bizarre of manners.
Of course, while those things may have been odd to the average eye, they weren't too intimidating to most. But what manifested next most certainly would at the very least put someone off.
Unnatural, fluctuating crimson masses of light, dark red and mildly transparent gushed from Barsait's fingertips. No longer were their arrangement hidden:
Left Ring Finger
Left Index Finger
Right Thumb
Right Middle Finger
Right Little Finger
[ The Serpentine Manipulation Artist] began his work.
While his left hand had not sprouted their serpents yet, the right most certainly had; disturbing looking things with gaping eyes of fluctuating light and gnawing jaws that cast a sickening glow unto the marble floor. The size of an Indian Cobra each, they seemed to spew out of the pores of Omi's fingertips' flesh about 3" out and vertical each so far. Their shape was an easy modification to a linear "line," and thus the preferred form Omi manifested this odd red mass into.
Suddenly waving his right hand at Robyn like swatting an insect in the air, Barsait began maneuvering those three fingers in all sorts of odd angles as the serpents took flight - at about Omi's chin level:Serpentine Condition [Right Hand]
[+]Little Finger Serpent began to slide inward like a left hook, going for the area where Robyn's waist was. (Functioning)
[+]Middle Finger Serpent was getting called up, the intent being an overhand smash onto the nearer and nearer opponent's skull from above. A radical arc, like a reverse-uppercut. (Functioning)
[+]Thumb Serpent was taking the long ways around, sticking to a distance Omi approximated out of Robyn's rod's span to her left, around her kneecap's level with the intent of eventually striking her from behind. (Functioning) Meanwhile, his left hand, [Ignus Pata] and all, remained absolutely stationary - a wild grin spread across the fighter's face that held a mixture of enthusiasm and downright malice which was voiced within the mercenary's mind:
"Retreat, approach, stand fast; actions all, I will ensnare you."
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (2)]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:00 am
Robyn blinked, pausing in her circling to eye Omi suspiciously. “Not particularly, no…” She drawled, hesitant and waiting to see what trick he was going to pull.
And pull a trick he did, his hands transforming and elongating that creepy red glow into snake-like figures, which then darted out towards her. She hissed, baring her fangs. Whether it was her animal instinct, or just normal human fear, she did not like snakes.
The fox shifted her weight back and jumped, her angle pushing her only few feet backwards, with little height gain for fear of propelling herself closer to that top attack. The red-furred tail that poked through the top line of her cargo pants appeared to wave wildly in the air, although it wasn’t wild to her, the limb making minute adjustments to keep her balance, well, balanced. Her gloved hands quickly spun her staff in a windmill, her leaned-back position making her weapon in line with about a 65 degree angle to the ground. Incredibly fast, she aimed to either hit or at least repel the serpents originating from his left and middle finger.
Which left the one aiming to come at her from behind around her knee height. Her jumping back slightly, depending on just how far he’d intended the snake to go before turning back, would either bring her right into it, or at least bring her closer to the attack. Unfortunately, she just didn’t have a way to defend against the manifestation right now, occupied with its brothers.
Although, she could have jumped further out, bringing her out of reach of all of them, at least so that she could deal with them all. But truth be told, she wanted to know what the snakes could do. She knew it wouldn’t be good, but as to the particulars? Yeah, she was willing to take a hit in order to find out. For all she knew, it was some kind of energy signature that wouldn’t affect her, leaving one of his largest techniques, if the crowd roars were anything to go by, useless.
[Bringin' the Heat: 2]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:17 pm
No longer was the human [ Omi Barsait] able to acknowledge fear, of the kraken, the dragon, or the leviathan. No, in this ring, he was the beast, the predator, the king. This he had to prove!
True to the wry fighter's expectations, that agile and keen woman was no slouch in dexterity. The first two serpents, the Little Finger and Middle Finger, served two purposes. One, to set her up for the third's strike, and two, to test just how accurate Robyn could be with that metal staff. Expectations were not failed as that windmill motion tore through the two offending serpents without distinction, demolishing their heads and causing the snakes' bodies to ripple before disappearing into nothingness. Yes, Omi's two right-handed fingers attached to those destroyed serpents even shook a tinge, if a sharp eye caught it.
..However, were your eyes so inclined, you would also catch the thumb's deadly motions that were uninhibited. As expected, she could not prevent the probing serpent that encircled Isedan from striking, this also told Omi a wealth of information though more interested was the strike.Serpentine Condition [Right Hand]
[+]Little Finger Serpent destroyed by Robyn's metal rod. (Terminated!!)
[+]Middle Finger Serpent destroyed by Robyn's metal rod. (Terminated!!)
[+]Thumb Serpent was taking the long ways around, sticking to a distance Omi approximated out of Robyn's rod's span to her left, around her kneecap's level with the intent of eventually striking her from behind. With Robyn's leap backwards however, it was now practically face-first into the back of her left knee.. (Striking!!)
[Left Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is dormant under the skin. (Functioning)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is dormant under the skin. (Functioning)
"Exec.." A word incomplete, Barsait's right hand twitching as she came right into the arc's path with that little jump backwards, his Thumb guiding its serpent towards himself. Then, an estimated inch or so from its target, Barsait's entire hand clenched into a fight fist and crashed against his chest. "UTE!!!"
Yes, right prior to striking with the force of a solid right hook, the serpent suddenly caught ablaze with a vivid flame! Whether Robyn simply couldn't escape its bite or didn't try to was of no consequence as it crashed into the back of that kneecap, hitting as hard as it could as a screaming flame bound unto the woman's immediate clothing.
His left hand was still completely in the same place it was before, simply a means of keeping mild distance. But Omi's right had just done exactly what he wished: to deliver a hard punch to the back of this nimble fighter's left leg and scold the flesh if possible, allowing her clothing to carry the remainder of the fires as it pleased. The "punch" wouldn't have enough force to cause serious injury by itself, it was but one serpent and but one punch after all. In fact, the impact it hit with would destroy itself! But hitting where it did with no resistance would make for some [Posterior Knee Pain], perhaps rub her hamstrings the wrong way?
All to begin limiting her movement, for [Omi Barsait] to close on in.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (3)]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:04 pm
Robyn lips twinged in a smirk as the serpents dissipated easily. Good to know that they weren't very substantial. Unless he was just making them that way purposefully in order to throw her off later. Even as her staff sliced through the red manifestations, she braced herself for the impact she expected around her leg, or possibly higher, on her back, as she hadn't seen it since it went past her peripheral vision.
Then it hit as she landed, exploding as it did so. The "punch" effect caused her leg to buckle slightly, but seeing as she had already had her legs bent in order to land, it at least wouldn't send her tripping. And there was a small tinge of heat, like when you stood next to a hot oven or something. With all trails from Omi to her gone, she took the time to quickly glance at the effect.
When she saw the flames licking at a hole in her cargo pants, her eyes widened. Seemed you could surprise the fox after all. A split-second later, she erupted in laughter. Gleeful, triumphant laughter, even as she quickly released her left hand from her staff and bent down to smack the flames out. Didn't want them ruining her pants any more than they had, after all.
Her ears were perky and her tail high as she turned her full attention back to her opponent, grin wide as ever as she resumed her stance from before, although this time it was much more confident.
"Seems like fightin' fire with fire ain' a good idea, at least when it comes to me." And with that, she sprung forward more quickly, knowing she didn't have to worry too much about those serpents of his. Hell, all she had to do was grab one and snap it or something; wouldn't even hurt her as long as she used her hands. As she ran, she called her own power, channeling it from her hands through her staff. It would take a moment to come into full effect, but she thought it might be worth it to see if he was immune to the element he commanded.
Her strike was pretty straightforward; she was mainly testing his speed and reflexes. The left end of her staff aimed for his head, her right hand ready to swing it as well in a block if needed. Her path wasn't straightforward, she zigged and zagged back and forth, dashing between about 7 feet or so. Game time was on.
[Bringin' the Heat: 3 - Charging Weapon (1)]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:29 pm
Serpentine Condition [Right Hand]
[+]Thumb Serpent was destroyed as it struck Robyn's left leg. (Terminated!!)
[Left Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is now surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata].(Functioning)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is now surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. (Functioning)
"No impact.. no, she didn't even flinch. In hindsight, assuming Robyn's dexterity is what caused her no harm in that falling stunt may have been naive, perhaps this woman is many times more durable than-"
"Seems like fightin' fire with fire ain' a good idea, at least when it comes to me."
"..damn!!" Having fought a fire elemental in the prestigious [Heaven or Hell] that could literally suck the man's flames and convert them into a power source of grand proportions, the phrase this Robyn spoke before rushing towards he told him a thousand answers. Nothing too cryptic after all. At least to some extent, she had a dealing with fire, and to the degree that Isedan was proud of it.
Given little more time to mull that over, Omi's long-extended [Ignus Pata] was glowing quite a fierce red. His left hand's two serpents were twirling about it in a magnificent double helix, for purposes yet unknown. His right however, which had clapped against the artist's mid-chest earlier to signal the flames, was now leaving it at the same height, just past the line of his chin.
As agile as Robyn was, Barsait could not boast in his equipment. However, as his right gauntlet crashed into the metal rod right as they aligned, head & neck arcing backwards so the weapon's left-ended strike would sing above his hair with all good graces- it was clear dexterity wasn't a department Omi failed in.
However, rather than make any follow-up on this, knees squared- Barsait remained motionless. Yes, his right gauntlet kept the rod raised until she would no doubt remove it from its perch, and his left hand remained extended. Apart from stopping the strike to Omi's skull at the max range he could, strangely, he remained passive.
Though those lips of his were shut, the fighter was undeniably grinning.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (4)]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 1:01 am
Yeah, Robyn probably could have kept him guessing on why she was laughing and happy about the effects of his attack, but that just wasn't her style. She was loud, boisterous, and for the most part, wore her heart on her sleeve. And she didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
So the fox girl got up close and personal with her opponent, him both blocking and dodging her staff's swing. Omi would likely note that the attack held quite a bit of power behind it, much more than would seem likely from a girl her size. The clang of metal on metal reverberated through her hands and caused her ears to flinch downwards. A small thought in the back of her mind gave thanks that the arena was large and open-roofed, dispersing much of the sound of the cheering and roaring crowd, otherwise she might likely have been attempting to smother her ears in her hair, which would have proven difficult due to her hat. It was funny, a lot of the time, people didn't seem to understand that more sensitive hearing actually came with drawbacks.
Seeing as it would have been just plain stupid to leave her staff where it was, she quickly pulled the left end back and twisted, her right hand bringing the weapon almost horizontal to strike at his left arm. Not only did her staff give her her extra reach, but her elongated arms increased the distance, meaning Robyn herself could stay out of easy arm's reach from Omi, although his sword would most certainly be able to reach her.
Her movements were swift, smooth, and controlled. It was obvious she knew what she was doing. And ho! Another surprise from the fox girl. For as her staff neared his arm, the entire length burst into flame! Not a very thick flame, mind you, more just a general coating of the weapon. For all intents and purposes, this flame was just normal fire, although the instant it no longer had a direct line to her hands, it would go out. It also could not spread, so she couldn't just like, touch the dude's clothes and set him on fire, no, it was a more spot by spot ability.
Time to see how he dealt with fire of her own origin. Her bright green eyes watched him, her stance hard yet cautious; always ready to move at a moment's notice. Her gloved hands gripped the staff tightly, the leather seemingly unaffected by the sudden ignition. Selene stirred in her mind, as she always did when the girl used her powers, but it was just that, a stirring, nothing to bother with...yet.
[Bringin' the Heat: 4 - Weapon Flame (Active-1)]
(edited to correct aim of attack; wrote the wrong side)
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:23 pm
A serpent such as he hid in the grass not out of cowardice or the fear of facing an opponent dead on, but out of patience. Yes, perhaps it seemed a poor choice to naive eyes to not take an opening when it was obviously presented, perhaps it was considered dishonorable to not present his intentions in full. But patience & impatience were both powerful forces, that needed their spotlight each.
Omi had deterred that initial strike of Robyn's majestic metal rod, yet made no follow up. Crowd murmurs would no doubt accompany this, why was the man who literally threw the self-entitled "Fire Storm Fist," a brazen and wild man sometimes called a beast by opponents in disbelief, so passive? It was an unsettling sight; something didn't sit well..
Already presuming Robyn was several times more durable and with several times higher strength than he purely for caution's sake, the force of that overhand blow did not shake Barsait's resolve. Steadfast, steady, motionless, even as this worthy enemy reared the metal staff back for another volley with a hint of new-found strength. He had to wait..
A horizontal swing of the staff, a sudden burst of flames filling the air. Like the pendulum of a clock swinging only once, mesmerizing Barsait's calmed eyes as those brown pupils followed the path that would no doubt lead to his left arm.. 'Til they opened with a vengeance, nearly bloodshot." CHANCE." Serpentine Condition [Left Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is now surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. However, Omi's tongue, given he closed his lips earlier to hide this fact, is now controlling it. (Striking!!)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is now surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. However, it is remaining passive. (Functioning)
[CRASH]
A dull thud from hell smashed against Omi's arm. If dear Robyn's ears hurt earlier, boy were they in for some hell this time, as his left mid-arm was coated in a fine chain mesh made of tungsten alloyed with steel. Ridiculously high tensile strength, a melting point of 3,422°C, and quite low conductivity, it was his ideal armor choice, else Barsait would step into the ring in casual wear.
The artist only had resistance to flames he created, not other sources. A lit candle would burn him, let alone Robyn's flaming rod. Ergo, though the staff would simply cause discomfort to him where it hit, the flame would serve its test: going through the rings and singing his skin, left eye wincing the tiniest bit to acknowledge the pain. The inner side of his left arm would have a circular burn, intensifying the longer that staff stayed put no doubt!
"NAIVE~!!!" A low roar escaped Omi's throat.
The long stationary left-arm simply bent around the smooth metallic shaft, given the crimson [Ignus Pata] blade was well within striking distance. Too awkward an angle to make some kind of hack & slash effort, too lethal a weapon for anything else, what could the [artist] do? Why, flick his left wrist.
That was all it took for the previously described horizontal blade to flick against her right, naked arm- and make a tiny slit. A little incision, enough to get blood flowing. This was a one-two after all, Omi's serpents though not sentient, had a clout of honor about them; he couldn't simply let his valued opponent as much as Barsait was enjoying her scoff at them after all!
Which is why rather than try and move her staff away at all, Omi embraced the strike for the sake of getting her close enough to worm his tongue, and by extension his [Left Index Finger] serpent, into the opening. It sure wasn't called the [Serpentine Manipulation Art] for nothing, the screeching serpent head already burrowing into the internals of her right arm without a care in the world as Omi's tongue began to guide it on a fun-filled journey.
Destroying a serpent was quite simple, when you crushed the head. However, with the serpent now smaller as it forced itself into Robyn's right arm, brushing against tissue, veins, bone and sinew, this became a far more difficult task. Too difficult to slip in two before she would no doubt stop it, Barsait figured, one quick entry would have to do.
Even one as durable as she, even one who could giggle at a flame's caress, would find it more difficult to shrug off a serpent slithering blindly through her arm to suddenly ignite its odd fire source: her oxygenated blood, something the woman's heart was happily pumping throughout her body. Now using his right arm as a guard for his skull, like a boxer- Omi's left simply remained motionless whilst his tongue swished this way and that. Few if any had ever experienced a snake crawling through their body, violating their innards, and though resolute Barsait had no intention of trying to muscle the snake further into the fox still for fear of her safety more than a disqualification..
Omi would give his serpent time to writhe before it struck in full. Perhaps his arm would burn now, yes. But if he was correct in estimating his graceful opponent was born with her grandiose durability, soon Robyn would suffer the first true burn of her life.
Barsait was eager to deliver.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (5)]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:58 pm
The loud clang of metal on metal was indeed louder than the previous clash. Robyn's ears dropped again, flattening against her hat as the metal vibrated in her hands. Damn, armour! And strong, too, from the feel of it. But it had still hurt, if his exclamation was any indication, and she caught the slightest twinge of pain in his face. Even as she struck his arm, weapon flaming, her right hand was starting to push down, aiming to keep his own weapon from attacking while she brought the left end up for another head strike. That was not to be, however, as his wrist flicked, and the blade followed, much quicker than the fox girl had anticipated.
She was always underestimating people, testing and scoffing when they were found lacking. But it had turned to bite her, as she thought herself quicker than her opponent by large. Her angle of attack had had her turned sideways in order to accommodate the nearly horizontal staff, which only served to push her closer for him to attack on that side. She felt the slice on her arm, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards in a small wince. Her confusion at not feeling a more damaging cut lasted only a nanosecond as she suddenly felt the writhing, squirming, and incredibly sickening feeling of something burrowing into her arm. Her ears pointed back and she hissed through her teeth, both as an reaction of pain and expression of anger at the one who had hurt her.
The faint stirrings from a few moments ago grew stronger, Selene peering out and snarling as well, sending the girl flashes of feelings that Robyn easily interpreted as "Tear him apart!" The demon spirit didn't converse in words, only in images and feelings, but Robyn was quite used to deciphering her meanings. And as usual, ignoring them. She mentally kicked the cage Selene resided in, quieting her eternal partner.
With a sudden flash of movement, she crouched a minute amount on her left leg before springing up, her right drawing back at the same time. The left knee would aim to crash directly into his guarding right arm, hoping her jumping force would at least knock the arm into his head, if not just straight push through into a more damaging attack. That was only the secondary effect, though. Her main intention was to take advantage of that moment where momentum fights gravity, and she'd be hovering for a second, neither rising nor falling. Her legs would be brought up, and she'd push her feet forward, shoving against Omi's torso in an attempt to send them both backwards from their respective positions.
If her move was successful, she'd aim to land roughly 6 feet from their current position, keeping her angle relatively upright. Her staff, through all of this, would go vertical, the right end staying in roughly the same position and the left end rising as she did, until she held it basically parallel to her torso, left arm crossing over her chest. Unfortunately, she really had no way to detach the snake from her arm, the angles capable with her staff not allowing her to slice through it. She could drop the staff and claw at it, but then she'd be relatively weaponless while he made his move. So she'd snarl and bear it, her entire body tensed from the tooth-grinding feeling of the thing moving through her arm.
[Bringin' the Heat: 5 - Weapon Flame (Active-2)]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:45 pm
Serpentine Condition [Left Hand]
[+]Index Finger Serpent is currently probing the innards of Robyn's right arm. (Striking!!)
[+]Ring Finger Serpent is now surging out of the finger's tip and along the [Ignus Pata]. However, it is remaining passive. (Functioning)
A satisfactory hiss greeted Omi's ears. Yes, when he fought an opponent, it was with tact and strategy, recklessness and fury. To give his opponent "fairness" at the price of effectiveness was an insult too grave in a world so very quick to claim your life, Omi knew even at his young age this message he had grasped amidst one battlefield after the next. Happy punches and life ending gashes, the hidden truth was evident. To show respect in combat was to tear your opponent apart if able. Better still if they could prevent it. Such was war, such was war!
"Ah?" Barsait couldn't help but muse at Robyn's sudden motion unto the air, again impressed by the fox's nimble movement as his right arm pressed against his face to prevent a potential cheap-shot to it. Omi had that guard ready ahead of time, and was too used to people crashing their fists and much worse unto his arms to have that arm blasted away by a single impromptu knee strike however impressive. To top it, Barsait was still squared as ever from earlier, and yet the fox's main goal would come true, born from that wondrous agility. They would separate indeed, the treads of this mercenary's combat boots screeching across the polished marble floor with a gusto.
If she landed approximately 6' from where they were, then Omi being the weightier of the two and with his boots grounded harsh would scrape along a good 3' directly south from where he had been, creating an 8'~9' distance between the two. Impressive work on her part, as his range while decent could not compare to her's. A boxer's step-in and a blade however long could only do so much against such a nimble woman's metallic shaft in that area.
Except, their red string of fate, Omi's [ Left Index Finger] serpent, tied them together. Time for his kinda turnout! ----- " HERE!!!" Omi's left arm bent over his mid-chest, smashing a hastily formed fist into his right pauldron at the bottom seam between it and his mesh. " HERE!!" The right did the same in a mirror effect, before both arms hastily switched back to their respective sides, and slammed uppercuts into the snake-headed pauldron's grasps. A locking mechanism between his gauntlets and those pauldrons synced, before Omi's right boot shifted forward, left sliding backwards- his body following suit, right arm again raised high in front of the fighter's face while the left now hung at his left hip, fist clenched tightly and the [ Pata] extending along Barsait's waist menacingly.
No slouch, Omi too prepared himself for the next stage of combat, his left arm's flesh screaming angrily at him aside. It was unusual, like the passive nature practiced moments ago flooded away, his wild as hell grin returning-
Long enough for him to part his teeth and click them in a triumphant bite. The signal..
The serpent within Robyn's right arm would suddenly burst, seated within her forearm and having stretched around to really maximize damage. You see, Omi's flames were unique in one fashion: they bypassed the Fire Tetrahedron's laws by merging two steps of the process into one. Oxygen acted as a catalyst for the flames to spawn from that red serpent mass. Much more so was this the case when it was condensed together rather than set apart in the air, and Robyn's oxygenated blood with oxygen rushing through the beautiful crimson liquid her body knew so well was a perfect example.
No simple torch, one would hear a "boom" and sickening 'pop' as flames gushed inside that right arm, the serpent destroying itself in the process due to the sudden violent force of her bones splitting into it.
Nothing pretty. Omi liked his opponent, she had a good fighting spirit and a voice pleasing to the ears. But again..
..this was war.
[Day I: A Familiar Face Emerges (6)]
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:28 am
Robyn landed with a bit of a skid due to her backwards motion, boots sliding on the marble-like floor with a screech of rubber. Most people wouldn't have been able to land correctly given her angle of flight, but her impeccable balance and quick movements allowed her to do just that. She only had a moment to steady herself as Omi clicked on his curious shoulder things and actually moved for once, settling into a stance. But a moment was all she had. He clicked his teeth, and her arm blazed in a fury of heat and pain. Contrary to his belief, she had been burned before, and not only before her curse had manifested either. Only her hands were completely resistant to fire; the rest of her body basically just had a heat-dampening coating. Which didn't help at all when the flames came from inside. The sound that escaped her wasn't a scream, or at least not a full one. It almost sounded like a growling bark, somewhat odd coming from a higher-pitched voice than sounds like that were usually heard from. But that bark was full of pain and rage. Her blood boiled, and it had a curious effect. Instead of dropping her staff in surprise and pain, she gripped it tighter, her whole body tensed as she suffered through it. And where before, only her weapon had been lightly coated in flame, now both her hands and the weapon blazed, as if someone had cranked the burner from a 5 to an 11. And as her blood blazed, Selene blazed within her, struggling against her cage. No one bit at her with her own power! She was master of flame, and would not suffer this indignity! Robyn's green eyes swirled with red, a demonic, almost glowing, red, but even if Omi could have noticed from that distance, her eyes were clenched shut in pain. The burst lasted only a few seconds, and though her arm still seared in agony, it was done with. Yes, the serpent had been destroyed by her splitting bone, but not as much splitting as he might think. Both bone and muscle were extremely durable, again thanks to her curse. Granted, she still wouldn't be able to use that arm for a few days. With a gasp, she collapsed to all fours, although for her, that meant her feet were still flush with the floor. Probably only looking odd before, the full effect of her elongated arms only showed itself when she crouched on the ground. Her arms and legs were roughly the same length, meaning she didn't look awkward in that position as normal humans did. In fact, it looked like it fit her better, like she was supposed to be on all fours. Or all threes, as the case may be, considering her right arm hung limply, unable to hold any weight. Now open, her eyes glared at Omi, flames of red slowly draining from them as she forced Selene back down. Letting the demon have control, even under her command, had a very good chance of ending in death for at least one of the two standing in the arena. For a moment, her eyes glittered, an unnatural shimmering green. Her right arm slowly moved, placing the hand flat on the ground, seemingly able to hold the weight, even with the hole in it. The fox-girl's hands dug into the ground, claws now extended. Her staff lay underneath her hand, but she couldn't wield it one-handed, or at least not well. Her hands still blazed, and through it, the staff, although the instant her hand released it, the weapon would go out. And release it she did, springing forward, still low to the ground. Her preferred method of movement was jumping, and that's how she closed the distance, a series of low, skidding jumps, dashing blindingly fast back towards Omi. Her hair streamed behind her, although the strands under her hat were damp with sweat, sweat that covered her brow and dripped down her face. Although she couldn't be moving that fast, her form seemed to have an afterimage, a trailing duplicate separated by less than an inch. Some new trick? Her opponent was about to find out, as she leaped up once she was close enough, a suicide leap straight for his head, both arms extended to slash at his face. No matter his reaction, dodge, block, attack, the result would be the same, though. Absolutely nothing would happen. Well, not absolutely nothing, actually. The figure would dissipate, no more solid than air. Perhaps even less so. KytanaTheThief -Illusionary Confusion: Creates distracting illusions, usually doppelgangers of herself. They are identical to the original, complete with scent and body heat (in the case of the living), and/but any and all illusions have her aura surrounding them, making it most useful for copies of herself. The only exception is that they have no physical tangibility (can’t be touched). If touched or disrupted in any way, the copy dissolves into mist and disappears (There is no original impact. Think of disrupting a hologram). They do seem to act with the environment around them, ie: kicking up dust, leaving an imprint in soft material. However, this is only an extension of the illusion. She has to split her attention between any and all copies, and if her concentration is broken, usually by pain, all illusions disappear. When used, the copy of the object/person being copied is placed wherever she wants it, even overlapping/covering another object/person. Note: these illusions cannot, under any circumstances, attack, or even touch, anyone or anything else. They can look like they touch something, but they are physically incapable of touching or affecting anything else. They are merely there for distraction. For all that it was, was an illusion. A trick upon the senses. The real Robyn still had her unusable arm, although she had still been able to move well enough to keep up with her double. As the copy leaped at his head, she tackled his legs, slamming her right shoulder into his left shin even as her left arm looped around it, flaming claws digging in to find purchase and pull it along with her as she barreled through. [Bringin' the Heat 6 - Weapon Flame (Active 3)]
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