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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:15 pm
Still more Dark Tournament style FTW!
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off the ground and made from solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. The surface of the smooth metal has been slickened by a thin coating of ice, caused by the frigid temperatures that have set in, along with the flurries of constantly falling snow. Surrounding said indestructible platform is open ground, starting with simple grass and expanding to the surrounding trees until reaching, at near a half mile distance, upward climbing sheer cliffs.
Rules are as follows;
First off, the rules that are already posted in the main sub forum.
Any character who touches the ground outside of the ring for more then a ten second count, or equivalent three posts (real loose on the ten count ain't it?), will be disqualified from the match. This is literal Dark Tournament style fighting. So, be aware of where you're at, judges have the right to say your character was out of bounds for to long.
Have fun, don’t godmod, no complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:04 pm
((Intro))
Wulf sighed as he slowly slid to a stop upon the frozen surface of the coliseum platform. He extended his hand into the air, upon which several of the miniature crystalline water molecules fell to rest. Snow had always depressed Wulf's version of a cheery demeanor. The slaughter of innocents wasn't nearly as enjoyable for him in the winter. His thoughts of the frigid season ended as he noticed his palm had become a small pool of melted snow. He wiped his hand upon his clothes, drying it off.
Wulf didn't know much about his opponent, though he had heard her name whispered in the wind. Feiy had gained quite a rapport among Shinigami and Hollow communities, alike. The so-called "Gale" was a Vizard, well-known for her brutality. Wulf smiled at the thought of combat against an opponent such as that. He hadn't even gotten a chance to fight against his last opponent. His blood-lust was growing. However, he couldn't kill something that was nowhere to be seen.
Looking towards his feet, Wulf saw that his toes were hanging over the edge of the arena: a position that was not favorable for battle. Wulf began to skate his way around the arena in an attempt to find a favorable position. His boredom from waiting for Feiy was growing. He would find his place when the Vizard arrived.
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