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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 6:40 am
Welcome one and all! This is the official Semi-Finals battle between SnoopE and Mavrick_hero. By now, you both are experineced fighters, and I'm sure you know the drill. 10 posts each, and I'm sure this'll be a great fight! Begin!
Winner: -Not yet decided-
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:31 pm
Inside the empty fighting arena, which appeared to look like a dojo, a strong quiet anticipation seemed to fill the room for a few minutes. Then suddenly, the wooden doors burst off their hinges and fling off far to the other side of the room, followed by a very powerful gust of heavy winds that circulated the whole arena, along with several pieces of debris. It was as if a tornado had entered, and the one known as Balance, who was just walking in, was the tornado's eye of the storm.
Tensing with power and energy, Balance's body was outlined by a light blue aura that was feircly pulsing, yet still looked as if it were restrained somehow. His eyes were rolled in the back of his head, while his face was composed and straight. Focus was his only attitude in this situation, that is, if he were fighting one of the people he'd thought. Once it had crossed his mind that he was fighting someone else, a certain craving had slowly dissapated. With a twitch of an eyebrow, the aura on his body grew weaker, the fury of winds storming around the room died out, and his pupils rolled back to normal.
Balance sighed once more with disappointment, grabbing his staff off his back and holding it vertically to the ground. And with his back facing the now permanently open doorway, he waited for his next opponent, and what possible challenges--or futile struggles, he might bring forth to Balance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 5:56 am
SnoopE Inside the empty fighting arena, which appeared to look like a dojo, a strong quiet anticipation seemed to fill the room for a few minutes. Then suddenly, the wooden doors burst off their hinges and fling off far to the other side of the room, followed by a very powerful gust of heavy winds that circulated the whole arena, along with several pieces of debris. It was as if a tornado had entered, and the one known as Balance, who was just walking in, was the tornado's eye of the storm.
Tensing with power and energy, Balance's body was outlined by a light blue aura that was feircly pulsing, yet still looked as if it were restrained somehow. His eyes were rolled in the back of his head, while his face was composed and straight. Focus was his only attitude in this situation, that is, if he were fighting one of the people he'd thought. Once it had crossed his mind that he was fighting someone else, a certain craving had slowly dissapated. With a twitch of an eyebrow, the aura on his body grew weaker, the fury of winds storming around the room died out, and his pupils rolled back to normal.
Balance sighed once more with disappointment, grabbing his staff off his back and holding it vertically to the ground. And with his back facing the now permanently open doorway, he waited for his next opponent, and what possible challenges--or futile struggles, he might bring forth to Balance. ((OOC: I am very busy this weekend so I'll post as much as I can for now)) A long shadow appeared on the arena floor, just barely touching Balance. The light from the doorway was obscured by a hooded figure. Nothing seemed strange about it even when it approached the arena, silently stepping into the battlefield, its long clothes brushing against the ground. Everything was obscured. It's face, hands, feet. No one could tell what it was or its abilities at the moment. All that was known was that it had to be Mavrick_hero already using his Character Cosplay ability, and that he didn't want anyone to know about it until the fight actually started. The figure waited, its cowled face looking toward Balance, waiting for its opponent to decide who shall go first.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:12 am
Standing quietly, Balance sensed the presence of someone entering once their shadow had just barely touched his body. His face turned far enough to catch the shrouded figure at corner of his eye. Balance felt as if it would be more of a privilage for this stranger if "it" presented him with the first move of this fight. And with a nod of his head in a "come here" gesture, Balance was readying himself for what was to come, opening and clenching his free hand, making a knuckle crack noticably loud enough for this new person--or thing to hear.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:35 am
SnoopE Standing quietly, Balance sensed the presence of someone entering once their shadow had just barely touched his body. His face turned far enough to catch the shrouded figure at corner of his eye. Balance felt as if it would be more of a privilage for this stranger if "it" presented him with the first move of this fight. And with a nod of his head in a "come here" gesture, Balance was readying himself for what was to come, opening and clenching his free hand, making a knuckle crack noticably loud enough for this new person--or thing to hear. The figure nodded and a blade shone from beneath the left arm of the cloak. The figure points the long, silver blade toward its neck and pushed it in, punturing its cloak. It slid the blade down the cloak and it slowly slipped off the figure. Its appearance slowly became visible. A slender, silver figure, its face coverd in a metal casing. Various parts of silver armor cover its body, concealing it in a way that made identifying it impossible. The blade was attached to a guantlet on its wrist. Suddenly it stuck the blade to the ground and began running around the arena, missing Balance, making marks all over the arena. It suddenly stops and stands facing away from its opponent. From an aerial view the words on the arena spell "Blayd." After a long moment, Blayd threw its arm toward Balance, the blade on its wrist flying toward Balance. (1)
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 3:56 pm
Balance's facial expression matched that of a curious, yet still unintrigued child as his eyes precisely followed silver figure's body movements when it dashed around the room. Then taking his eyes off of its body for a mere second to glance at the newly made name of this "Blayd" person, Balance blinked, returning his eyes to tracing Blayd's moving body. Once Blayd came in for a blade strike with its left arm, Balance grabbed his staff with both hands(holding it horizontally) and crouched to a low position to avoid any contact with Blayd's blade. However, Balance timed his crouch close enough so that Blayd woud be open for his retaliation, which would be to send the butt-end of his staff darting directly straight under Blayd's left armpit, where his ribs are located. Balance put enough strength and force in this movement so that if his staff correctly hits Blayd's armpit, the majority of the left upper section of its ribs would most likely break, the sharp peices caving in onto its heart.
Although, questions could be raised as to if the silver armor covered the armpit area of Blayd's torso, also if Blayd was even human at all. ((1))
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 5:00 pm
Cap strolled into the dojo like room, stopping to lean against a side of the entranceway. Taking note of the destroyed wooden doors that once were in place, he commented. "Showin' out as usual...such a pity."
Cap reared his head back sharply to his right, making his hair swing back out of his face. His blonde strands fell back into place like curtains that had been dropped. Cap smirked his usual smirk, one that Balance had become oh so familiar with. However, he was just observing this battle today. Cap wasn't here to interfere at all, and would leave if he felt he was interfering or was asked to.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 7:54 pm
SnoopE Balance's facial expression matched that of a curious, yet still unintrigued child as his eyes precisely followed silver figure's body movements when it dashed around the room. Then taking his eyes off of its body for a mere second to glance at the newly made name of this "Blayd" person, Balance blinked, returning his eyes to tracing Blayd's moving body. Once Blayd came in for a blade strike with its left arm, Balance grabbed his staff with both hands(holding it horizontally) and crouched to a low position to avoid any contact with Blayd's blade. However, Balance timed his crouch close enough so that Blayd woud be open for his retaliation, which would be to send the butt-end of his staff darting directly straight under Blayd's left armpit, where his ribs are located. Balance put enough strength and force in this movement so that if his staff correctly hits Blayd's armpit, the majority of the left upper section of its ribs would most likely break, the sharp peices caving in onto its heart.
Although, questions could be raised as to if the silver armor covered the armpit area of Blayd's torso, also if Blayd was even human at all. ((1)) Time seemed to slow as Balance went for his counter-attack. Blayd's sharp reflexes and mind had determined where its enemy was trying to attack, but it could not dodge the pole in time and the pole made contact in an exposed part of its armor. Finally, Blayd was knocked back, a sickening crack was heard and it fell to the floor. Before its opponent had any chance to return to a normal position, however, Blayd moved its right arm so it was pointed toward its enemy and smoke issued from the bottom of the guantlet, which became like a rocket which flew off its arm and toward its opponent. All the while thinking of how to repair the wounds inflicted. (2)
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 1:10 pm
Balance watched closely when Blayd hit the wall and launched his right arm at him. As the arm drew closer to Balance, he narrowed his eyes, locking on to its structure. Only erecting some from his crouched poise, Balance lifted the front end of his staff, and decisively swatted down the arm into the floor to obstruct its interferance any longer. And with one quick puncture and twist of the staff within the rocket's forearm to disable any hand, wrist, or finger movement, Balance had cleanly dealt with this minor problem of his. This whole action took only but a couple seconds once Blayd's rocket arm came close enough in the staff's reach.
Pulling his staff out of the rocket arm, Balance's face focused back onto Blayd's now injured body. His mindstate was in instant haste for doing away with his opponent, so as soon as his eyes fixed upon Blayd, Balance dashed full speed at him while holding his staff charging horizontally aimed at Blayd's middle sternum(mid chest). This strike possessed enough strength to pierce his armor, but Balance's highly controlled momentum instantly stopped imminently enough to escape the risk of getting it stuck in the wall.((2))
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 3:29 pm
SnoopE Balance watched closely when Blayd hit the wall and launched his right arm at him. As the arm drew closer to Balance, he narrowed his eyes, locking on to its structure. Only erecting some from his crouched poise, Balance lifted the front end of his staff, and decisively swatted down the arm into the floor to obstruct its interferance any longer. And with one quick puncture and twist of the staff within the rocket's forearm to disable any hand, wrist, or finger movement, Balance had cleanly dealt with this minor problem of his. This whole action took only but a couple seconds once Blayd's rocket arm came close enough in the staff's reach.
Pulling his staff out of the rocket arm, Balance's face focused back onto Blayd's now injured body. His mindstate was in instant haste for doing away with his opponent, so as soon as his eyes fixed upon Blayd, Balance dashed full speed at him while holding his staff charging horizontally aimed at Blayd's middle sternum(mid chest). This strike possessed enough strength to pierce his armor, but Balance's highly controlled momentum instantly stopped imminently enough to escape the risk of getting it stuck in the wall.((2)) Blayd watched as its opponent drew ever closer. It struggled to stand up, tripping as its one arm was useless and the other was on its other hand lay on the other side of the arena. The weapon connected with its target. The pole piercing its armor, sliding inside of its body. For a moment it looked toward Balance with its faceless mask, then fell limp. From the wound a liquid began to pour and form into a female figure. The new figure rose from the ground and faced balance. her appearance was like water and her movement, although simple had a flowing affect to it. She looked over toward Balance and spoke. "Are you suprised?" Mavrick had a new technique for you. Its very interesting. He feels strange using the cosplay ability to use his female characters so he uses something similar. He becomes kind of a god and controls his characters like a puppet. He put me in that armor and made me confuse you. Don't worry. He understands the rules and I can't use that trick again. Doesn't mean I can't use my skills as an assassin to get rid of you though." With that, the mysterious woman darted to the right and retrived the former rocket hand from the arena. (3)
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 4:48 pm
While the yet arcane, now solidfied woman stood forth and spoke to Balance, he pulled his staff out of the metal shell of a body. Watching her closely, Balance felt as though she was preparing to do something shifty, so he never let the fact of Mavrick being a woman give him a false sense of defense. And as soon as "Mavrisha" took her first step in retreat to the broken forearm, Balance immediately spun his body around(clockwise from his view), bringing his staff out full horizontal length(6ft) to collide into the woman's abdomen area to throw her body back to the wall and stop her from wherever she was trying to get away to. Pulling his staff back to himself, Balance said,"No. Stay right here." His face remained straight and blank. "Mavrick, I hope you plan on using the full extent of this woman's abilities, because I see no difference or discrimination of gender here.", he continued in a serious tone of voice.
"No matter what you are, you're going to die, or you're going to be very close to it."((3))
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 4:28 pm
The woman jumped up, shifting from solid to liquid and back to regain herself. From nowhere a voice was heard. SnoopE, of course I'm going to use her full extent. That's why I created Aquaria, to be a dangerous assassain. Aquaria nodded. "And he wants me to test myself out here, so I'm fighting for him." The voice added. Of course its still me sitting at the keyboard and typing it. That's where I really am I just decided to let my Avatar rest and to let another character of mine take the driver's seat. Now let's continue shall we? Aquaria accepted my decision and jumped toward Balance. Her right arm took the form of a liquid sythe with a all too solid edge. As she rushed closer, her watery body reflected the light from the broken doorway, giving her "weapon" a deadly gleam. Without a moment's notice she swung her weapon/arm toward balance, aiming to slash his abdomen. Allow me to add some extra commentary if you will, this could be an educational lesson for everyone who don't know the powers of a Creator. First rule, our speech doesn't really happen in real time so i can do anything that doesn't affect the battle in as long a text as I want. Sort of a cool OOC post if you will. But when the character is myself I guess it can't be OOC can it?(4)
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 1:11 pm
Mavrick_hero The woman jumped up, shifting from solid to liquid and back to regain herself. From nowhere a voice was heard. SnoopE, of course I'm going to use her full extent. That's why I created Aquaria, to be a dangerous assassain. Aquaria nodded. "And he wants me to test myself out here, so I'm fighting for him." The voice added. Of course its still me sitting at the keyboard and typing it. That's where I really am I just decided to let my Avatar rest and to let another character of mine take the driver's seat. Now let's continue shall we? Aquaria accepted my decision and jumped toward Balance. Her right arm took the form of a liquid sythe with a all too solid edge. As she rushed closer, her watery body reflected the light from the broken doorway, giving her "weapon" a deadly gleam. Without a moment's notice she swung her weapon/arm toward balance, aiming to slash his abdomen. Allow me to add some extra commentary if you will, this could be an educational lesson for everyone who don't know the powers of a Creator. First rule, our speech doesn't really happen in real time so i can do anything that doesn't affect the battle in as long a text as I want. Sort of a cool OOC post if you will. But when the character is myself I guess it can't be OOC can it?(4)
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