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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 11:19 am
Welcome to the Shadow Arena's FINAL ROUND! Here, you'll get to witness the last battle of Shadow Arena's tournament. This match is between Samayou Tamashii and SnoopE. Like always, this will be a 15 Post match, no moves barred. Keep within the rules, and I'm sure you all know what they are. Let's keep this a good clean fight, and begin when you're ready.  And the winner is Samayou Tamashii!
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:59 pm
((I thought you agreed with Cap's suggestion in making this 15 posts to make things more interesting? It's fine if you don't, I'll just focus even more on the quality and detail of my actions.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 10:24 am
SnoopE ((I thought you agreed with Cap's suggestion in making this 15 posts to make things more interesting? It's fine if you don't, I'll just focus even more on the quality and detail of my actions.)) 15 sounds like a good idea. Once both people post here, we can begin the fight.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 6:07 pm
Lord Oni-mushu SnoopE ((I thought you agreed with Cap's suggestion in making this 15 posts to make things more interesting? It's fine if you don't, I'll just focus even more on the quality and detail of my actions.)) 15 sounds like a good idea. Once both people post here, we can begin the fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:48 am
~{Sneaking on dudes so don;t get to excited. Been gone for two weeks sorry but just post your counters Snoop and I will respond as fast as human ******** possible.
Also I joined the Marine Corp Reserves, I ship to Boot Camp Next Summer.^^ BITCHING!}~
The arena was silent, the field was the land of the dead. There stood the Lord of War, his arms across his chest. His horns twisting to the heavens and tail slashing back and forth, waiting to strike. His body wraped in gloves and a sleeveless cotton black shirt. His battle pants and of course steel black boots. His face wraped in a chain mask with his red fierce eyes glaring out of it, revealed and ready.
His aura was strong,. his very image seem to diminish the other fighters power, seem to drain them of courage and fill them with fear and a shadow of doubt. Could he be beaten, could he be defeated and his title taken away? This match would give that answer....
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 7:34 pm
((Ok...let me start churning my barely used rusted mental engines and see if I'm still worth any time. Let's start off a little flashy, then get more direct when we start fighting.))
As the supposed Lord of War solemly stood in the vast, empty final arena for his opponent to finally arrive, there was an unearthly quiet that besieged everywhere for quite a while. But then, an odd sound of twisting metal and ghastly notes came from all directions, as if something enormous outside was slowly consuming the entire building. Lasting only for a brief moment, the ominous tenor ended with a great noise of imploding and shifting rock. Then, a heavy bang onto the doors of the arena noticably loosened the hinges' very grip onto the surrounding walls, as debris could be seen flying off the edges of the entrance. One door creeps open some, but revealing nobody in sight, ironically enough. But, two more sounds of crushing rock could be heard at the opening of the doorway. Although no one was there, two footprints could be seen imprinted on the arena floor, about a half inch in depth. At first, the footsteps slowly started stomping towards Tamashii, who was on the other side of the room, but all of the sudden bursted to him with enough speed to make it sound as if the entity took one giant step, rather than one hundred of them. Stopping only feet in front of him, the progression was so fast that the rocks that were trown up from each and every step could be seen jumping from the entrance at practically the same time.
Manifesting itself from the footprints, a flame-like yet organic substance materialized into a malevolent being that barely resembled the one known as Balance, raising several unanswered questions about him:
Awakening with its head cocked up and to the side, the being opened its eyes and a faint glow of a purple lights lit up in its pupils, the only sign of color on its whole blackened body. It stood fully upright with its arms and shoulders drooping to its sides in the same body frame and build that Balance has. Still looking as if it were burning off something demonic, which definitely wasn't the case, the being spoke in an eerie double-toned voice that almost sounded like Balance's,
"Samayou Tamashii...I give you two choices you must make for this fight. Either I can kill you with hand-to-hand combat, or...
...something much, much worse."
((Basically I want to know if you want me to use weapons or not. Please don't be like "I don't care" like your some kind of hero here. I know you said we're fighting in the land of the dead, but my entrance sounds better with a building instead.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:46 am
~{
No I just figured it was like a field with like a wall around it in the form of a sqaure and doors, like those old Dojo kinda Arenas or courtyards or some s**t like that.
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His Lordship stared for a momnet, his arms over his rough chest and an eye brow cocked up. Ths thing was interesting, if only it could see itself in his eyes. Who knew what this thing was, it seemed organic and seem to have a form, not a shape shifter really more of a phaser kinda of being. regardless he would do everything with in him to beat it down with bare hands.
"I prefer good ole' fists if ya dont mind, unless you disagree. If you do state your terms, if not..."
The beastly figured unfolded his arms, the black ragged cloak that had been consuming him burned away, like snad in the wind. It revealed his steel boots that seemed pale and lifeless. His lower body wraped in combat like pants, dark and ancient he had worn these pants in many a battles and was made from simple Black Leather and black denim. A thick black leather belt held them up and his torsos was wraped in an odd outfit indeed. His antire upper body was wraped in leather bonds, straped down to give comfort while his face remained bare! Those deep red eyes glaring with a fierce intentions at it's prey as the muscular arms swung steayd by his sides. His right foot front, his left foot back and the beats nodded.
"....Make your move."
~{
How big is this thing height and weight wise and don't tell me you went cheap and made a ghostly shapeshifter kinda guy?
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 2:39 pm
((Nope, I just needed something neutral before I decide on how I should look that specializes in the specific fighting style you were going to choose, which in this case was no weapons. Don't worry, I won't change anymore after this. His height is about 6'2'', and he's 167lbs, just look at the profiles thread.))
"Very well...", the being replied, assuming that Samayou already put his little chains and toys away based off his decision.
And after uttering those very words, the burning activity that was going on around this thing's body immediatly froze in place, then melted down off the body. The black liquid oozed off the being's head first, revealing Balance's usual face, but somewhat different. Instead of his natural hair color, his zig-zag cornrows were snow white. His skin pigment is now a pitch black that is moist enough to reflect off any light that was to shine on his body. The faint purple hue of his eyes didn't change, though, his pupils became of the same complextion as his hair and strange glowing tribal markings that beset his left eye(kind of like Mike Tyson's). As the liquid continued to flow off the rest of this person's body, it showed that he was comfortably shirtless, oddly having no battlemarks or scars on his slightly more built up torso, and that he was wearing his typical baggy snowbored(avi?) jeans. He also kept his white sneakers on for this particular occasion. And the last thing that was altered about what seemed to be Balance were his fingernails; which were not long and breakable, but were sharply edged on their ends, making it even easier to leave cuts--or even pierce the skin.
Taking a light exhale and looking directly in Samayou's face, he said in the same eerie, double-toned voice, "You can call me Currupt Balance for now." With a stern, serious look on his face, Currupt wasn't afraid of attacking first. He slowly closed in on his opponent, then abruptly lept off to the right(your left) to where he was just a couple feet next to Samayou, but still facing in his opposite direction. And as soon as his left foot touched the ground, Currupt quickly hopped up and turned counterclockwise for a strong, swift right roundhouse kick to Tamashii's upper back- or spine to be more specific. If executed correctly, this hit to the lower neck will slow and delay Samayou's physical reactions and reflex speed for one short minute.{1}
((In a nutshell, Currupt isn't demonic, but Balance with a high concentration of negativity. He manifested this power to were he can shape it into any type specialization in combat that he wants, as the same for positive energy. Ah, the things one can tap into with the power of the mind. Although, this form is a bit more restrained and less imposing without the weapons, but...improvise, improvise.
ninja By the way, do you plan on using your tail? ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:38 am
~{
Thanks for the Info and yes Tail will be used cause well it is a part of him but don't worry I won;t use the razor edge to slice your leg off, I might just use it to try and trip you now and then otherwise it will just dangle there.^^
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There was a very simple way to dodge, block, and or parry this roundhouse. There was almost an unlimited amount of counters but taking only a split second to filter through them all, their counters, and so forth his mind locked on to try and dare a new style for shits and grins.
The Lordship Tamashii moved his right foot forward, turning just a little bit to his left to follow Bal's movements. His hands down waist level, eyes glaring fierce and ready as he caculated his plan. This is when he moed in, just as the kick was launched Bal would find the beast literally in his face! Tamashii's had his left arm pumped and ready for action,but the main purpose was that the kick would be blocked by this pump arm. Landing with a thud and sounded as if it had just hit a steel wall. The muscular right arm was already in motion.
With his step in a low and powerful right upper cut to the high gut, low chest area had been launched. Fast and powerful it would knock Bal back like a moving train slaming into a small car. Bal was on his left leg, and a round house ussually had alot of body force thrown into it, that and Bal would also half to be leaning back just at a small angle to perform the kick.
It all worked out so that if the punch was blocked the sheer momentum would at a minimum make Bal satumble back and bee off balence.
~{
I don't think I need to explain anything really pretty damn simple.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:18 pm
((Don't worry, we're gonna enjoy this fight.))
Despite what Samayou might have predicted, Currupt barely used any body in this particular kick, for he hadn't needed it. Instead he used the momentum gained from turning around 180 degrees, quickly pulling back his leg whether he hit his target or not to prevent the risk of it being grabbed. In turn he If Currupt had used more body in that kick, the better chance he would've had of losing balance from Samayou doing something as simple as ducking. And as for Tamashii's so called "steel wall" block, it looks like Currupt's actual strength is being underestimated.
So, he kept his eyes laid dead on his moving opponent as he blocked his kick, and once Samayou moved in too close for his uppercut, he shifted(sort of a hop that is so quick, that it looks like a slide) backwards on his left leg enough distance to just avoid his oncoming strike. Just as Tamashii's right forearm came upwards from his now evaded uppercut, Currupt siezed this open oppurtunity to show this abomination what he's dealing with. As his right arm was held defensively at his side, he shot his left hand out to grab around Samayou's right wrist; more precisely, his thumb came around to the exact middle of his wrist(on the side of your palm), while his index and middle finger came to land on the backside of Tamashii's fist. As soon as their skin touched, Currupt exerted an unbelievable amount of pressure with his thumb while his two fingers pressed in the opposite direction for Samayou's hand to jerk inward. (By this time, Currupt's right leg has already been brought back to the ground to slightly behind him)
This is one of the several known techniques that utilizes a person's bodily pressure points to disable them. This particular move usually causes the person to temporarily lose control of their hand and wrist, and of course cause some extreme pain in that area. However, the time length of the disabling all depends on the amount of pressure used by the martial artist. In Currupt's case, Tamashii's forearm should be pretty useless for a good few minutes, which should be the majority of this fight. And to make matters worse, Currupt then quickly twisted Samayou's whole arm counterclockwise(from my point of view) to where both of their arms were facing the ground, in effort to dislocate it, or at least stretch the muscle ligaments to where movement would be extremely difficult without painful repercussions. Being not quite finished yet, Currupt held tightly onto Samayou's wrist.((Didn't mean to godmoddish at all if I did))
All after this agile, fluent movement, Currupt followed up his grappling procedure by bringing his right leg back up from behind him for a heavy knee strike towards Tamashii's spleen(left upper abdomen), also firing his right hand up from his waist towards Tamashii's adam's apple, using just the knuckle of his index finger pointing out first from his clenched fist. Bringing both his knee and right fist up at nearly the same time was planned to not only keep Samayou on his toes, but to end this little fiasco as quickly as possible.{2}
(( gonk WOAH...that post took a long time.
Basically, the first paragraph are my thoughts about your post, second is the reaction, third is the explanation, and fourth is the counter. This post either makes me look like Skaistreamer, or that Sieg ecstuffuan guy.))
edit: I did add a little bit more, so take a look at it again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:29 am
~{
And it had to be a Preassure based attack, god those moves are hard to counter, well wityh good style, I can counter very easly. You never get close to touching the wrist.^^ Make sure to read it all before thinking of a counter.
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If the lad could only see things as the abomination did, Currupt would hear a bravo. He loved preassure point abilities, they where personally his favorite, but so easly countered. However this case did not work so well. The beast had launched this odd upper cut to the gut, not the face, thus when the attack full finished the fist was clenced tight and not a fully extended arm. Infact most of the power came from turning the body into the attack. In other words the preassure would still work, it would be just very odd since the right arm was still down near SabaDrith's waist. (Other words my hand did not sky rocket upward as you may think. It is infront of me, but almost waist level, down below per say.)
However that was heresay and nowfor some action. Air rippled in his sight, he saw movment very slow and his brain functions caculated possiblities faster then a normal brain or even an enhanced brain. So he calculated, and came to a fun little move.
As Currupt's reached for his right hand he would find a counter reach! The tightly packed fist turned so that the wrist faced down, and the hand opened like a trap, moving forward at it's target, Currupt's hand! The speed in which this counter was performed would amaze even Currupt, god knows his Lordship admired it abit.
With this beasts hand now clenching tight to Currupt's left hand, almost consuming it really, he just smiled. His right foot was forward, his left foot was back behind him. By waiting for the right moment he pushed off his right foot, sliding back as the Knee and Punch just missed by mere milimeters. However that free hand would almost find itself being restrained. As he fluently slid back the beast's left hand rose and grasped tightly to the right wrist of the attacking punch. Currupt now had both his hands being held by a beast that would not let go till he felt like it. Now also on one leg again this is where the fun began.
If all worked Currupt would find himself being lifted off the ground just as his knee finished it's full movement. He would hopefully be flying upward and slamed like a rag doll on the other side of SabaDrith with such intense force it would rattle the earth itself. The speed of which the move was performed was rather impressive and it was not brutish, it was fluent and almost wonderful, in a demonic muscular sort of way. The plan was simple but effect, in less then a second Currupt would find himself back first on the ground, layed out like a buffet for SabaDrith who would not let go of the hands for he had more fun planed.
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Remeber motion, otherwise pretty simple and a personall classic, figured I would stick to basic now and get to the weird stuff later.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:08 pm
((Ah, excellent...a small change in scenario is all this is. Your "simple" move is exactly what you call it; twisted and simplicity always has flaws. Please realize, once I've made intentions to break your arm, it's GONNA break.))
SabaDrith's little plan isn't going to go quite as well as he'd expected. His uppercut didn't skyrocket up to Currupt's face, true, but his intended target was Currupt's high gut and lower chest area. This was just high enough for Currupt to flow through with his counterattack perfectly. It wasn't neccassary for SabaDrith's arm to be fully extended, he just needed the back of his fist and wrist to somewhat fully face Currupt. Although, despite the speed that Currupt exerted to grab his opponent, he did not see the counter reach coming. In turn, Currupt's left hand kept going, not quite accurately getting caught into SabaDrith's hand, but just past it, in his upper(frontal) forarm really.(It would be pretty hard for you to grab my oncoming hand if your hand was coming towards it as well. However, your chances would've been greater if your "handtrap" waited patiently for it's prey to come.)
This "hyper calculation" ability that SabaDrith supposedly possesses for breaking down enemy movements, Currupt pratically LIVED in this slow-moving version of the world. He's evolved to the point to where it is merely second nature for him to break down anybody's moves, spot their mistakes, and react accordingly.
Now, for the punishment. Currupt's piercing eyes just breifly squinted as SabaDrith's hand opened up for his little capture unexpectedly. Not looking to be phased by this, Currupt altered his plans. His hand did not just grab around SabaDrith's upper forarm, but he heavily dug all of his sharp nails into the fool's skin.(Now both our arms are fully extended from trying to grab each other) His middle and ring fingers specifically stabbed into where originally his thumb was going to be at first, where two of the muscle/nerve ligaments that connected to SabaDrith's fingers were so obviously exposed(go ahead, look on your own arm yourself). With intentions to now just disable a few of SabaDrith's fingers, to prevent him from making a fist or even grab effectively, Currupt figured he was going to take away the use of his opponent's arm....wether strategically or manually.
So, once Currupt clamped into SabaDrith's upper forarm, hopefully keeping him from grabbing Currupt like he wanted, he simply did like turning the keys to a lock with his(mine) whole left arm; quickly twisting it counter clockwise(from my eyes) 180 degrees in attemp to once again stretch or tear SabaDrith's muscle ligaments. It truly woud be a feat if SabaDrith escaped Currupt's hold, as he made "keyholes" out of his forarm(haha....pun). Not keeping Sabadirth's arm turned so akwardly, Currupt twisted his left arm back to it's origninal position(not letting go), as he threw his knee and right fist at SabaDrith. Though he let his free hand get grabbed, as soon as his opponent dodged his knee and he was lifting off the ground some, Currupt used SabaDrith's wrist hold as balance to turn his hips slightly to the(my) left and simply fully extend his right leg upwards for a direct hit towards SabaDrith's jaw! This kick packed enough power to break the beast's jaw in half. Not only that, but Currupt followed up by dragging his left leg up from underneath him to hit...SabaDrith's underturned elbow! With having his opponent's arm being fully extended, Currupt would use this kick to hyperextend and just fully break SabaDrith's elbow by bending his whole arm backwards.
Even if SabaDrith just leans back like Currupt expects, he'll still get what he wanted the whole time. {3}
(( scream RAAAUUURRRGGHHH!!!!! FEAR MY ROLEPLAYING POWER!!!
*ahem* I suggest you start pulling out some tricks now.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:21 am
~{
Omg, did all that time talkiing OOC compress your thinking abilities? xd
O an enough of an extra paragraph of what your charecter can do as well as bragging OOC of "Once I intend to break your arms it's gonna break" stuff, annoys me abit to have to read through junk. Off I go to counter.
}~
All things considered Currupt had made a fatal mistake by assuming he was even grasping skin. The poor man had failed to notice two things. One SabaDrith's right hand had changed postion, it had the wrist facing down, not up, so turning it counter clockwise was pointless, both arms just moved fluently and then back. Second his so called sharp nails dug not into skin but the special designed plated gloves he always wore. (Tis true I never took them off, he never does, detail is key. sweatdrop ) Nail against plated steel and Worten Hide (Very dense and sturdy but flexible), one could do the math. Not only did the nails fail to hit target but had no effect on the gloves and also if not wearing gloves the Lord of Oblivion doubted they could penetrate his thick hide like skin, few things did. regardless as predicted his hand consumed against Currupt's and so began the move.
The moving monster just kept right on going, flowing with his movements untill the first kick came to action towards his jaw, this would have to be blocked or dodge in order to perform his move. However it was all that was needed, and thus he performed his plan. A rising kick would be stoped by...a tail? Yes as Currupt rose upward and his kick launched upward it was slamed down before it could obtain any power, before it had a chance to get near it;s Lords jaw. The quick and strong tail did it's job, but of course refraining from using it's razor edge. There was more to this move as well.
With one foot knocked back and moving forward the akward the momentum worked against poor Currupt who now found himself in the ground! (One foots thrown back and your moving upward at high speeds, do the math dude with out hurting yourself ya can't throw a second kick like that, trust me I tried once. Just trying to keep things a flowing. surprised ) He had tried hard and had good efforts but was up against a the unthinkable. He flew like an eagle, up over SabaDrith and down into the ground hard enough to crack steel. The ground breaking away as the mans back took most of the brute force. The air rippled as the area shot dust up like a cloud, consuming both warriors.
In that moment, the moment the earth groaned, the dust rose, and the pain felt SabaDrith had vanished. He had let go and moved back fast enough to amke lighting look slow. Pushing off his bent postion and pushing away the hands he held to move back only five-seven feet. His tail lashing back and forth, hisbody lurhced over and his fierce and scared face staring. His teeth bearing as like a wild animal he waited for more....
~{
Done, pretty interesting if I do say so my self. Sorry ya got slamed but I ain't going to post again that your just hovering in the air and giving you a chance to do soemhting else. You said yourself you where being lifted nd I found a way to stop your counter with out really disrupting my moves. Some kind of flow rule I leanred from Seig, more of a style really. Anyway I figre constant counters and argueing bore people, they wanna damage dealt, blood spilled and bones break so Drama is what I am going for. Got to know when to hang the sense of it all and have fun with it.^^ Your move, if you cna get from such a slam.^^
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:49 am
~{
Recently my posts are so oddball people PM me again with the words like,
'What the ******** is wrong with you" and "Dude what the hell?! 0_o"
I am proud of that fact.^^
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 9:05 pm
~{
I should not have to say this but ******** it, you still got slamed. Your high kick never happened. Compare time frame, your first kick is blocked, then you try a second. By that time I HAVE ALREADY LIFTED YOU OFF THE GROUND. That is if you were not airborn to begin with. Thus while be thrown in air I find it very hard to believe that you somehow magical managed to still perform a second kick when your geting uprooted off the ground like a rag doll and fliped. From now on if you post four or five moves in one post I will refuse to respond. You got four moves all hapening with in four seconds, ya think anyone, even me, really wants to read all that bullshit? rolleyes Just saying, onward with the dramatic show.
As for pushing my fingers, I push back, bam nothing happens, not that it even gets to that. From now on when you post an attack, just post A attack, not four of them.
}~
3rd person post. (Think of as a story Telling mode.^^)
The battle was at it's start and already it was epic. One warrior casting moves like lighting, the other countering to perform his move in the final end. When it was all said and done, when the dust setteled the croud stared in awe. His Lordship was back a few feet, hunched over and grining like a wild animal, his teeth bearing as his tail lashed back and forth. Currupt had gotten way ahead of himself and now layed on the ground, his back in most likely in utter pain.
The two warriors where like monsters, tearing at one another. One caculating, one almost animilistic in his nature to avoid the danger thrown at him. In the end damage had finally been done and SabaDrith stood tall waiting still. The croud cheered in thunderous voice for more, watching and waiting. On the edge of their seats to see blood shed and gorish fighting. Of course many knew what the two could do and it would not be long before something happened.
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This is not about you or me, it is about reviving what is left of the Shadow Arena and it's crouds. Only once have I actually had to fight in this tournament, and the fight with Arch was a disgrace, I refuse to let the same petty arguements engulf this match. Restrict your posts too one or two moves or don't even bother to post at all. I am not being mean I am just trying to make things flow and your fighting me on it.
Now I you will, your charecter is on the ground, your move can start from there.
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((edit: howcome you deleted my post?????))
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