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 Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 4:17 pm
Arian Robert Thomas vs. Argus McFarland
FIGHT!
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 2:24 am
The roar of the crowds had been silenced in preference for the soothing sound of rain interspaced within gusts of wind that tore through the stadium seating. Despite the wind and rain the elderly gentleman calmly strode forth from the northern gates, a deck of cards in hand -a one handed shuffle in thwe works- and looking the part of a classical dealer, complete with suspenders, vest, and visor. He was slick, old school stylish for this fight. He wouldn't be playing any games of chance this time around, nay, he'd simply watch as his opponent tipped his hand in the progression. An opening flop would reveal to all just what each one held. A turn would heighen suspense and bring peril to one or both of the combatants. However, only one would be able to ride the river through to victory and collect.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 10:16 pm
.: Nice Texas Hold em metaphor. :.
Flowing shoulder lenght dreads, chocolate flesh and a medium build. 6 foot 2 inches and 185 lbs of pure muscle would move closer to the stadium. Dressed in a black tank top, black sweats, both his hands and feet were wrapped with guaze as he would move with definite steps towards his opponent.
Blade steel sword strapped across his chest and rested against his spine. When he stood 5 yards of his opponent, he would tilt his head sideways as grey orbs focused on his opponent. Basic oxygen manipulation and the air within a three foot radius would begin to swirl around his form, his hair and clothing moving with the breeze.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 12:52 am
((Thank you, I try. ^__^``` Though usually only when I'm tired. XDDD I likely won't be doing it again...much. X.x))
Already the man had tipped his hand, at least to a small degree, with the alteration of the air around him. Despite his age the elderly gentleman's visual accuity went far beyond the norm, picking up on the subtle hints that the wind around Arian was not acting the way the storm had intended. Two cards slipped from his deck, swiftly taken by his free right hand, some basis of probability and fate giving him the two cards he required. A smirk came across the old man's lips as his voice rose to be heard over the gentle rain and occasional gusts, "Right dismal day, would ye say? Can't say I be against the rain though, nah' entirely." He kept on shuffling, the two cards in his right hand balancing on a single figer for each. The rain and wind did not seem to affect this balance, nor did the cards get wet.
[Sh, JoR]
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 3:47 pm
No answer really necessary to this point as he watched the man. Shrugging his shoulders, he would place his hands into his pocket as the tempature from his body started to drop slowly, a few degrees each passing second.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 7:42 pm
Two more cards were slipped from the deck as he shook his head, "Nobody is ever in tha mood ta chat these days." If one had been watching The Dealer through his fights it would be a barely perceptable change, but each time he seemed to be younger at the outset of each. It was as if his winning streak revitalized not only his spirit but his body as well. Instead of appearing in his seventies he seemed well in his early fifties, and fit at that. It was as if he was gambling with his own life, but would he know when to cut his losses lest he lose it entirely?
[Sh, JoR, 8H, 8S]
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 9:24 pm
Right hand raised and the blade in which was strapped to his back was removed from its sheath. Holding the blade pointed towards the earth in his right hand, he would continue to hold his position as his body heat continued to drop. No acknowledgement of the cards nor the words being spoken.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 3:41 am
Those cards held in his left hand produced two more which were quickly shuffled into the four dancing about his right hand. As yet they produced no effect aside from a sort of ressonance between them, something that just screamed that Argus had dealt himself a winning hand. It was his job to stack the deck and put up a good face for his employers despite the gratuitous property damage they incurred and the vigilante status of their justice. His eyes remained upon his opponent, ready for motion that might never come. Argus, for one, hoped the lad would keep the blade well away from him.
Seriously, getting stabbed hurt.
[Sh, JoR, 8H, 8S, 8D, 8C]
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 3:24 pm
His body heat dropping constantly with each passing second that moved by. As he exhaled, a frost type of effect would stem from his lips and into the air around him. He wouldnt move from this one spot as instead he would raise the blade and allow it to sit comfortably on his shoulder. Eventually this card trick would have an punchline to it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 11:59 pm
The Dealer could wait around all day, even with the creak in his old bones. The one man saw fit to simply stand and watch as Argus drew his cards and made them dance. Argus, for one, had not a problem in the world with that.
[(Sh, JoR, 8H, 8S, 8D, 8C) 6S, JoB]
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 6:21 pm
The crowd would boo and toss trash towards the stadium in which the two "fighters" stood. Arian would continue to watch the man, obilvious to the wounds made by the small crowd willing to tough out the storm to watch them. The water running down his chocolate flesh, he would begin to manipulate the air around him to keep the water from touching his form and the ground around him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 7:55 pm
With cards in hand, two more being added to his collection, Argus seemed content to see how the game would play out. His body would move forward with speed beyond that usually capable of an old man. A quick feint would send a single card at Arian's lower left side with the force to slice through flesh with ease. A mere bluff, and a damn good one at that, as the cards in his left hand whipped around to slash across the man's chest. As opposed to the single card, each of those in his left hand was charged with magical energy. Their strength far surpassed steel and their edges were as razor blades when used in such a fashion. Something about the whole attack seemed slightly off, as though the bluff were really a game all its own wrapped up in something far greater.
[(Sh, JoR, 8H, 8S, 8D, 8C) 6S, JoB, 9S, 9C]
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 3:31 pm
And thus now the old man would see why Arian had spent so much time dropping the tempature of his form. Given that Arian's main skill was movement at high rates of speed, his movements caused friction to raise highly within his form... which could lead to combustion if gone unchecked. The lowering of his body heat would allow him to move at high rates of speed while returning his tempature to normal. An Ace in the hole if you will.
As he pushed off, he would allow the card to rip through his left side without bothering to try and stop it, he would tilt his body some so that the blade moved to his left side. The card would nick his body enough to cause blood flow, but nothing serious. His movements would place him inside the body of Argus at the three yard mark as Arian would swung upwards and through the form of his opponent. Due to the small distance between them(5 yards), and his opponents forward movement, it would be covered in about the span of a half a second. Diagonal cut from his opponents right hip to his left shoulder with enough depth in the slice to cause serious damange. The wind about his form would continue to move in its swirl formation around his form and Argus.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:05 pm
The blade came up and made contact with the elderly man's clothing before a blinding white flash pulsed around him. Several cards in his hand were consumed in a blaze of light and discharge of magical energy. The blade would find itself gliding across his skin to little effect, though it did have the nasty side effect of ruining a rather nice outfit. With those cards remaining in his left hand, plus two new additions, Argus would keep close to Arian and try to hook the man's blade under his right arm. Either way he would attempt to slash at the man's arm and wrists with the cards.
[Vital Shield of Greed ||||||||]
[Sh, JoR, 8H, 8S, 8D, 8C 6S, JoB, 9S, 9C, 6S, 6H]
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:19 pm
.: Using main account due to mule being 3 day banned. :.
The cards would be met with a small problem. The fact that Arian was manipulating the air around his form, he would shift it around at a faster rate as his sword was moved to be trapped. The light cards would be met with winds equal to that of a strong gale, enough to push them away from Arian's body as he performed his next action.
The weapon would be twisted as such as that the double edge black titanium weapon would now sit with the flat end pointed upwards. This was done so that if the armor that the old man was using was not underneath his arm, the blade would cut into the flesh and tear at the arteries that underlined the skin. With a quick jerk, he would pull the weapon backwards as he lined up the blade with the form of the old man, his left hand sitting on top of the blade.
The pull back and the thrust would only take a half of second of time as the guaze on Arian's left hand would be ripped apart. A electrical surge would run from the body of Arian into the weapon itself as it was driven towards the frame of his opponent. Arian struck in such a manner that the weapon would cut through the tender flesh of his opponents neck while the electrical current would transfer from the weapon to his opponent due to his will. At the end of the strike whether it hit or not, Arian would end up on the backside of his opponent as his movements would come fast enough to depict him stopping at a distance away.
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