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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:32 pm
Bjakon Staffstriker vs. Lazenca Miranda
FIGHT!
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:24 pm
"I don't even know why the hell I'm even here."
The wolf padded through the corridors as the door was open. The people in the back were screaming his name, shouting at each other that he'd better show up fast or he'd forfeit. All that happened was that a wolf, thought to be someone else's pet along for the ride, started moving.
"No... wait, I do know. This is supposed to make me happy. I'm supposed to eventually be on the brink of death. Standing at the gateway between this world and the next, I'm supposed to gain an appreciation for my life and the will to keep going."
For the most part, people moved. A big, white, cold wolf was enough to make anyone move out of the way. He showed no violent action towards anyone else. That was until someone stepped on his tail. He was halted midstep and snarled- and just like that, the fur darkened. A great majority of white was dismissed, replaced by apparently black fur.
"Get the ******** off of my tail, or I swear by your god that I'll freeze the blood in your veins."
Why does everyone start to piss him off just when he's starting to calm down and think straight? A foot lifted and the man wasn't that intimidated... suprised perhaps, that the wolf changed colors that like that, and was talking to him. Lazenca's progress resumed, and he was eventually out of the gate. A flood of light hit his eyes, and his eyes travelled upwards and around. The smell of sweat, blood, and other more unpleasent bodily odors assaulted his nose. A loud uproar- some cheers, some jeers- went up when the wolf emerged. Was this it?
This was it. Crystalline blue eyes stared forward. His opponent was to emerge soon. The introverted aura was there. The feeling of battle was there.
Lazenca was there.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:43 pm
Bjakon walked into the ring. "Hello there. How are you?" He smiled. He was kind hearted man. "Name is Bjakon." He was not acting to get a cheap shot in. He really did care. His sticks at his side and his staff in the back of his shirt. He looked kinda funny.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:11 pm
Lazenca was usually nice, but you know... someone stepping on his tail kinda made him mad. As such, Lazenca's replies would be short... shorter than they usually were when he was about to fight. They could become friends after this was done, and if Laz got out of his pissy mood.
"Hello. Let us begin."
Goodbye to comfort, goodbye to heat. Lazenca advanced quite leisurely, seeming to be in no rush. There wasn't so much space between them; this wasn't that other huge arena. The shadow stepped with him- he was moving so slow that he and his shadow was perfectly synced.
"Don't make this too easy."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:12 pm
"Do not plan on it." Bjakon smiled pulling out his sticks and making a tapping sound. Striking one angaist the other well rolling it. This alloud him to quikly defend if attacked, along with adding anger to his oppents mood, making him easier to fight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:41 pm
No, the striking of staves would not make him angrier.
Even as Bjakon spoke, Lazenca leaned in and sprinted. The air passed through his fur as the space between them dwindled to nothing. Though he was large- about twice the size of any Gaian/Earth breed, he was faster. His opponent would find Lazenca upon him in seconds and before coming in attacking range, he cut to the left.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:44 pm
Bjakon had been expecting an attack like this and formed a walling around him using his sticks and helpers to get distances right. It formed into a form of house with spears on the front door. "Only one way in and that is over my speary door.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:10 pm
Attack? Lazenca did little else but run and cut, and nothing more. And so fearful of this person to actually come out and fight, that he'd already caged himself.
This... was stupid. Lazenca stopped running and growled. His sudden skid kicked up a massive amount of dust, and when it cleared he was shown to have changed his form. Legs apart, right arm down, left arm across his face. Since his aura was introverted, there was no temperature shift outside of his immediate space, of which his opponent was clear. If Bjakon wouldn't do more than hide, then he had no reason to be in this arena with Lazenca.
Step one to removal had already been taken.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:13 pm
"Ever though of a defence attack." Bjakon said as he made his base move towards his oppent. This was a druid trick. It made him safer. "By the way I hope you enjoy the waves that this makes." It was true moving his stone fortress made gaint stone waves appear.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:49 pm
Bjakon's waves were powerful and striking about his oppent so that it force him out of the ring. This was his plan all along. To force his oppent into defeat. Since his oppent made no respons to his attack he most have been hit hard.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:25 am
arimwen Bjakon's waves were powerful and striking about his oppent so that it force him out of the ring. This was his plan all along. To force his oppent into defeat. Since his oppent made no respons to his attack he most have been hit hard.
Yeeeeeeah.arimwen "Ever though of a defence attack." Bjakon said as he made his base move towards his oppent. This was a druid trick. It made him safer.
His left arm whipped across his face, leaving white lines in the air. The right followed, and the cross drawn into the air spun.The turtle would be cut off as the first Fangs of the Arctic Wolf slammed into, and tore into that wall of sticks- the drill stronger because he sat there and charged it. The second Fangs slammed into, and drilled through Bjakon's flesh. Two attacks.. it was the shadow following him that made the second one at the exact same time. At its strongest, the Fangs could tear into the hardest alloys but even without a charge, wood and flesh were nothing.
Bjakon was like... screwed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 7:10 am
Seeing his house crumble he went for a doubl strike at the man. Who would be stuck in the earth wall for his foolish move. This was no house of wood, but of solid stone. Even with engery focusing to took to much for the man to break threw.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:06 am
--Little pig, little pig, let me in.--
A drawn Fang spins through the air, like a drill. A drill that for as many charges he builds, will keep spinning and be that much sharper. An uncharged Fang was as sharp as his claws (which were always kept sharp), and the charge added the drilling. Two x2 Fangs did spin into, and start to tear apart that house's front door- if it was sharp enough that Djakon could see the house coming down and have the presence of mind to try and attack Lazenca, then this house of dried mud had a nice, huge peekaboo hole in it where the men could probably look at each other, if Lazenca was interested in that sorta thing. But he wasn't.
--I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll bleed you of your sin.--
Those waves got in the way and had eaten away the first Fang's power before arrival. As the stone screamed and tore all around him, Lazenca's left arm went up across his face again. If a single x2 Fang was able to do that, a full-powered Fang was going to go through the front door, this guy's body, out the back, and consider coming back for seconds. It was indeed lucky for Bjakon that his house made waves.
The end of the Fang throw had Lazenca low to the ground, since the second draw motion was an up-and-over; it was just comfortable to go down. But once moving... once he felt that he had the advantage, Lazenca never stopped moving- people who had fought against him, no matter if Laz was the victor or not, could tell you one thing: Lazenca never stopped coming.
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"Am I going to kill him?"
"He's trying his best..."
"Not good enough. All of this flash and flair, but nothing to show for it? Remove him from my sight."
"But am I going to kill him?"
"..."
"Do what you want."
"Fine."
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The shadow... the Doppelganger. It sprang first, using already-coiled muscles to leap up and into Djakon's attack. Djakon would feel his fist or stick or whatever he was using to attack with, connect with a surface not unlike a true body. But the moment that fist made contact with the Doppelganger's body, he'd feel one hell of a sharp pain in his side. Lazenca had lunged not a second after the Doppelganger, but went forward, not up. With a counter-clockwise spin, a straightened right knife hand sliced into and through Djakon's right side, through the belly.
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"He'll live unless..."
"Unless he stands again."
"Please don't stand again."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:36 pm
"Earthen rebirth." Bjakon said before the strikes made contact with the Doppelganger. He would become apart of the earth and be healled quikly and able to fight again. Then he could use the magic on his staff to dispell the dark creature and defeat the wolf.
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