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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:16 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: Fri Sep 17, 2010 5:19 pm
(::Groan:: I don't waaaaannnnaa post while I'm siiiiiick. -.- s'cuse me if it sucks)
After spending a few hours with some medics taking care of her bruised arm from the first battle, Yuki quickly made her way to the battleground. She was well aware that she might be late to the match already and have been disqualified on her tardiness, so she rushed there. Luckily she was right on time, and her opponent hadn't gotten there yet even. Whoever it was must be taking their sweet time.
As she made her way across the field, she noticed the light snowfall that occasionally kicked up in the wind. Not wanting to deal with any snow drifts in the heavy distance from forest to ring, she did a quick shunpo to the center of the ring, and the ice-encrusted ring made the precise landing more of a slide. Yuki stopped several feet away from her original target.
With her opponent still nowhere in sight she rubbed her feet against the ring's icy surface, focusing riatsu in the balls of her feet. The fire base quickly heated the area around her legs and she was left standing in a small circle of ice free ring. She figured the ice would be a problem for her opponent that she needn't share.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:19 pm
 I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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It was a lonely day in the life of the squad eleven captain. Interaction was zero after his victory. A new scar found its way across his face, a burn on his hair from the previous battle, repaired without his own means, a medic had healed him it seemed. Now, walking into the cold arena before him, his feet pounded into the thin layer of ice before him, his weight enough to crush that before him. Although he had not done a single thing since his last fight, as his opponent appeared into the area of battle, his eyes opened and scanned the battlefield.
Frigid air was around him, the hairs on his arms standing up, as he let a soft fog fall from his breath. As he sighed, a mist flowed behind him, stained crimson from his reaitsu. Moving softly and fluently, a right hand slung down and touched the hilt of the zanpakutou on Ketsu's side. The hilt was still hot, flaming with the fuel of anger within the blade. It was wanting to fight, to feel the flesh of the opponent against it, to have blood on it once more, to determine how to make them scream. To feel extreme pain, and produce more power that way. That, was the dream it felt, a dream to be prepared. A dream, to achieve by means of the person who stood in the center of the field.
Walking slowly, Ketsu's feet smashed down against the ice, and shattered it with each step. Letting his blade slide across it elegantly, his face was begging to evolve. To stop the frown, and turn into a smile, yet he resisted it, while his pupils grew and shrunk, shaking like a madman. His face was emotionless, but his eyes were screaming. Picking up speed, he was starting to sprint forward, until it began to become more then just a sprint, he was like a demon, no. He was a demon. Reaching the center of the stage, he stopped in an instant, and ran his hand across his blade, stuttering his words. "I. . . am . . . Ketsu Eki. . ." He took a deep swallow, and then smiled, ready for battle.
A blare of reiatsu began to fill the air, as his eyes grew cold and distant, his body shaking as it could not contain the excitement.
"Now lets kick this s**t to eleven!"
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 12:55 pm
Yuki stood calmly in the center of the ring, able to feel the demonic man for miles around with his untamed Riatsu. A small smile crossed her face, knowing that if he let his power run this rampant all the time she would never have to worry about him disappearing, she would know his location at all times. When he stepped into the ring, his weight crushed the ice with a resounding crack, and she thought that odd, as he hadn't fallen into any of the snow drifts along the field separating ring from spectators. Perhaps a trick of his rampant Riatsu?
She didn't give it much more thought to it, as he quickly began running towards her, blade already in his hand. She drew her power in as he did, her flesh hardening like iron as she held it all inside her skin. Now that there was no firey aura to keep the snow away from her, snow fell softly on her still form as the demon man ran towards her and with all the power thrumming through her, she couldn't even feel the snow as it fell against her.
Ketsu Eki, as he was called, stopped inches from her face, his eyes just as wild and unrestrained as his riatsu. He demanded the fight to begin, and be a good one. Yuki nodded in acknowledgment of his request, then quickly grabbed at the hand that held his blade, skirting to his side and attempting to force his arm outward so she could smash down on his elbow in an attempt to break it.
She was careful to keep her raitsu held in tight, just in case he switched the blade to his other arm, or had some other means of attempting to cut her open. She hadn't spilled any of her blood last battle, and she didn't plan on breaking her streak.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:55 pm
sorry . . . i was grounded for a while, and because of that I couldn't go on the computer. Now, I am a day late because of this, I was grounded for the last three days. I did not actually tell anyone, I simply ask you if I may continue. I would need yours and Aine's permission. . . I don't wanna be a poor loser so, if you say no I am out ^_^
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:19 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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A blade to the stomach, that was the original plan, as the elegant blade shot forward, the smell of his cologne of flowers and fruit, the soft essence of the ocean filling the air. Not only the sweet sugar smell that he held, but one of a copper smell, blood filling the air around him. "Have you ever danced with the devil?" He uttered, moving aside as his hand moved quickly out of the way of the grasp of his opponent, as he ducked down and spun his leg quickly, trying to trip you. "He is seductive and vicious. If you are not strong enough, he will devour you."
Holding his blade in his right hand, his left hung limply as something filled it, it seemed to be a ball of snow. He threw it lightly at her, a smile on his face, yet his eyes glowed a bright red color. "And I am the devil." The snow began to turn a red color, crimson filling it as it rushed forward, the snow melting to reveal it being only a ball of blood filled with reiatsu. Ketsu's eyes scarlet for a moment as this came forward to his opponent.
Stepping back a few steps, he was breathing lightly, his visible breath staying in place, as the wind didn't dare disturb his reiatsu. The soft pounding of his heart was obvious. The battle had not begun, a pure combat leader would have no problem keeping his composure, until it became fun of course.
His lips began to move, as he whispered, no words leaving them, his free hand moving back to his face, covering his scar. He let himself smile, his reiatsu was still reckless, beyond that, the self conceited arrogance of the power was still growing, yet not exponentially, only at a slow pace. He was warming up.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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