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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 11:20 pm
Syre had no intention of killing. Gain medicine was an amazing thing not only that but Syre could stop any bleeding wounds himself on the spot. At least if he was conscious to do so.
Tres' counter was to good to be true. There were almost no ways around getting stabbed. Syre was outmatched that much was for sure. However, both Tres' hands were occupied by his holding Syres dagger hand, and his stabbing at him. This left his upper body open. Leather would not hold his blade in place hardly at all as stabbing and melting it simultaneously meant a very quick in and out. So Syre would aim for a compromise.
As Tres' machete came forward Syres blade went to the side. He wouldn't have to move it far to hit Tres' as the sword was just to the side of him, despite the close proximity it would not lack power however. It would be aiming to cut into Tres horizontally with a bit of an angle due to Tres' position. If the attack were to hit it should cleave into his side enough to wound him seriously but not enough to hit any major organs, not in far enough to kill him. From there it would be retracted back towards Syre. Syres blow should land at about the same time as Tres' own, considering how fast Syre could move his sword. It was like a mere rapier in his hands. Over 1000 years of fighting with it and his strength made it more a part of him then his own fists.
Dodging or blocking Syres attack would be near impossible.
Though Syre did intend to take the hit, he did not intend for it to land as Tres wanted it to. As Syre slid his blade threw the air to the side he also leaned forward a bit.
Syre felt the cold hard bite of steel in his back, his right shoulder blade to be exact. The machete did not make it in far however. It made it a bit into the shoulder blade bone but not past it. Syre grimaced in pain. Luckily the machete had made contact with an area that did not have a lot of muscle to cut through but it still had some. It would weaken his sword arm a bit, but it shouldn't matter. Syres own blade should have done its damage with any luck.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:10 am
You cannot ******** stop me!
I will keep fighting!!
After running the machete through the mans body as best as he could Tres's left hand would smoothly release the blade and follow through in its downward course of motion. He needed to save himself from nearly being cut in half. The hot sword would bite into his body, there was no avoiding that but smoothly after making the stab into the opponents body, Tres would pull the machete out causing the wound the bleed more.
Tres would turn his body in a counter clockwise motion after the stab, pulling his body away from the sharp hot sword. As he did so he would place the machete so that the flat would be in contact with the sharp end of the hot sword and so that he could begin to push the opponents weapon away with the flat of the machete. The machete was made out of pure carbon steel and it would not melt quickly either. The wounds that syre had created had all been cauterized and Tres could simply ignore the pain with his high will power.
Tres would quickly move away (back, to your left) with a bouncing footwork that would allow him to retreat quickly. Tres didn't like that the man had tarnished his expensive leather jacket, never mind the nasty burns that made a line across Tres's pectorals and the cauterized wound that went along his side under his arm. One thing the opponent would notice is that Tres's skin seemed thicker than others and possessed a leathery quality.
Tres would twirl his short machete to swing the blood off of it while he would casually walk in an arching path around the opponent, changing angles and waiting to see how the opponent responded. Tres seemed fairly serene for a man who had just been born, the expression of his face reflected boredom.
It won't be over until...!
YOU! HIT! THE! GROUND!
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 3:39 pm
The crowd cheered again. Not much blood from Tres' as the wounds had already cauterized but they had seen the blade strike him. Syre had his own tricks down pat however, and as soon as his opponent had stepped away he touched his dagger to the his own wound stopping the blood flow. Not to much blood had been lost and there was plenty to spare.
The heat would not bother Syre in the least, to him heat was like watter at room temperature. Merely a texture.
The damage had been done, good, a mark on his opponent. The man was human, if only just barley. His opponent showed no expression of pain, but that was to be expected. Most warriors could ignore even staggering amounts of pain. But there was one draw back of this. Even though you could ignore the pain your body is still hindered by the effects of the wound you sustained. And after enough pain your body would succumb to the effects and give up. Syre took his own pain and shoved it into the back corridors of his own mind.
All the while that Tres moved Syre kept his eye on him he even turned with him. By now his sword was held with one hand up pointing at his opponent also following his direction like a compass pointing north. Though Tres' expression would show boredom, Syre would smile at his opponent, not a cocky or mocking smile, but one of sheer enjoyment. There was nothing better in this world then a worthy opponent.
Syre was not sure, but he thought that the machete had been in contact long enough to at least gotten some nice scorch marks if not had some damage done as well.
With the time that Tres had given him Syre would take another step forward and playfully jab with his sword at his opponents right pectoral. The jabbing motion would be very quick with not a lot of power. More of a testing move then anything, and as soon as the sword was at where it should have met the opponents jacket, it would be brought straight back into easy maneuvering range. Much like a snake bite.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:55 pm
You cannot ******** stop me!
I will keep fighting!!
Tres would shuffle step back and parry the quick the left hand machete. He would strike the tip of the sword with the thick blade of the machete to his left (your right). The sword seemed to be made of a very hard metal rather than a flexible one, so the vibrations and shock from the parry would be violent against the opponents pained right arm that would instinctually seek to control the blade. Striking the opponents sword with the shorter and thicker (heavier) machete blade would hurt the opponents weapon control the most. Simultaneously Tres right hand would reach behind his back and his waist would turn some to the left.
The step backwards would shift the weight on the platform and cause the end that Tres faced to rise. Tres after the step would bend his knees, sinking his weight so that he could maintain his position. This would possibly result in the opponents momentum being increased, pushing the opponent to move closer to Tres.
It won't be over until...!
YOU! HIT! THE! GROUND!
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 6:42 pm
Syre felt the parry hard against his sword jarring it to the right. Syre let the sword fall to right until it hit the floor. Resisting and trying to control the blade with his injured muscles was not worth the trouble.
When the sword tip hit the ground the vibrations traveled in to the arena instead of to his arm, and also as the tip hit the ground Syre would take into account the shifting arena. He jumped, and turned his body horizontally, with the horizontal turn he also spun and stuck his legs out. At this rate one foot should come in contact with his opponents head and the other should come down on his shoulder, from there it would be an easy matter to make his next move. His spinning feet would be hard to follow as they probably looked like blurs he was spinning quite fast, that would protect his lower body. If Tres tried to shove his machete in the whirring blur it would probably be knocked out of his hand coming in contact with a grieve or a metal plated boot. As for his upper body defence Syre had drawn his sword in and held it in front of his chest as if he were a knight in his grave providing somewhat of a shield for his upper body. Though he shouldn't have to worry about his upper body anyway it was out of Tres' reach even with the machete.
If Tres should move Syre would simply land on his feet not disorientated in the least.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 7:19 pm
You cannot ******** stop me!
I will keep fighting!!
So wait, how did you draw the sword in after it was disarmed from you?
but anyway, yeah...
The opponent after Tres parried the sword out of his hand with his left hand machete would leap forward with the momentum of the tilt of the platform, spinning (counter clockwise?) at such speeds that would send his body into a blur. The mans speed may have confused Tres' eye sight but his other accute senses would prepare him.
Tres's left arm would rise to use the forearm to block the strike coming in down at at his shoulder (left leg?) while simultaneously he would lean backwards while turning his own waist in a counter clockwise turn to the left. The lean backwards would cause the opponents attack to the head (right leg?) to miss.
Tres's left hand would immediately after the foot passed its target, he would grab onto the ankle of the opponents blocked left leg and pull. Opponents body would would still have its forward momentum and in a show of absolute human perfection Tres would use his previously bent knee's to jump forward into the air, lifting up his legs so that his body would arrive parallel above the opponents. Tres would have allowed the opponents body to continue turning so that his back would pointing up and exposed to Tres. Because of the lateness of Tres's jump his chest would be in contact with the opponents back, but this was good, because now the opponents body wouldn't be turning.
Tres had to act quickly in this small window of time, but he was prepared and that would make all the difference. Tres had previously reached behind his back with his right hand, he didn't do this for style purposes. If the opponent noticed something about Tres's weapon fighting style, he only drew his weapon when he could kill with it. Tres would draw a knife from behind his back, the legendary ka-bar military knife. He would then begin stabbing the opponent erratically along the area between his right side obliques and abdomen.
Simultaneously his left hand would switch the grip in his left hand to an ice pick grip and stab down into the area between the opponents left arm bicep and shoulder this would prevent him from trying to fight back with the knife and most likely ending this fight.
After this lightning fast large simultaneous action Tres would tuck his body into a front flip and twist so that as there bodies seperated from contact in there individual flights he would land stylishly in his stance facing the opponent.
He now held his arms low but with his blades in front of his chest, parallel, remiscient of his unarmed boxing stance.
It won't be over until...!
YOU! HIT! THE! GROUND!
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 12:41 pm
As soon as Syre stopped spinning he knew it was time. Throughout the whole match he had been waiting biding his time, readying an attack that would likely end this match. Tres had seen some superhuman capability's of Syre's but now it was time to show his his true power.
When Syre felt Tres' chest on his back in mid air with no where for ether of them to go he shut his eyes and unleashed his own little piece of hell on to the earth. From the arena floor just below the pair a pillar of flame ascended. It was pure white in color. The color was not from the heat of the thing but it was plenty hot enough, hot enough in fact to burn Tres on contact. If you put your hand in an average fire in your living room fire place it would probably get burnt, this was no ordinary living room fire it was hotter then that.
The pillar rose and engulfed them in under a second and within three it was gone. But that would be plenty of time to cook Tres' skin and leave him scared. Tres' would not die but he would deafeningly be out of the match if he was hit with this. No one could move properly with the entirety of there skin burnt, even Tres' leather jacket would not be able to hold out and would likely catch on fire.
If Tres' could maneuver in the air and emerge unscathed from this, it would be quite the feat Syre himself, who knew the attack was coming, could not avoid it at all. It would be nearly impossible to move out of the way in under a second while lying prone in mid air.
The flame subsided and Syre had managed to turn and land on his feet using the heat to move himself. As for Syres own injuries, his previous wounds were all still visible but as far as burns, there were none. Syre was protected from this gift of his. Unfortunately his shirt was not. It was burnt, entirely gone from his body. Syre had however been sensible enough to fire proof his pants, grieves, boots, and gauntlets however and they remained. As for Tres' if he had fallen, he would be on the ground behind him, if he had not he could be anywhere in the arena and Syre would not know. He needed a moment to recover from that attack himself.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:01 pm
You cannot ******** stop me!
I will keep fighting!!
Ok so no Barrel Roll this time.
Because, that would make Tres Omniscient.
Ok, so as Tres was making his initial attacks the first stab with the right hand knife and the downward thrust into the mans shoulder with the left hand, suddenly without Tres expecting it, a blast of hot air would slam him in the body because of the sudden and sharp increase of temperature.
Due to Tres's forward momentum and rising legs, this would increase the momentum of his body with the blast of air causing him to be knocked forward due to the angle of his bodies position, pushing him into a forward front flip. Tres would hold on to his weapons, the knife would be ripped out of the mans body due to the sudden blast of air while the left hand machete would be broken off into the mans shoulder.
Tres would twist in the mid air so that he could land facing his opponent and once again he would say, "a** hole", because meta-humans always tended to rely on there powers when the going got tough. As he would speak he would throw the end of his broken machete hilt at the opponent. The ends of Tres's dreads would be singed but the rest of his body was alright. The hot air didn't really effect him because Tres had trained in the martial arts around the multiverse so he had felt the heat of the elemental plane of fire and the nine hells of baator.
Tres would draw his other machete and begin moving again towards the opponent with the shuffle step in his stance.
It won't be over until...!
YOU! HIT! THE! GROUND!
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:22 pm
Well as it happened Syre got unlucky enough get an opponent that could read minds and was a bit omniscient to boot. It seemed for the actions in the previous few seconds were definitely impossible.
There was no way Tres could have seen Syres eye to know they had closed as Tres was on Syres back first of all. Second of all you cant go back in time and undo what you did before as the attack should not have been stopped only pained you could still follow trough with all the necessary actions but decided you suddenly did not like them.
((....would end his mid air flurry early and would instead..... this is seems to me like a godmoding combination of these godmoding archetypes: Miss Cleo, Revisionist, and maybe a wee bit of this McFly. Descriptions and examples of these are located here. First page: http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/hell-s-stride-chartres-cathedral/t.35709799/
I would like a judge to come look at it please and if he sides with you Tres, then you win. As there is no way i could avoid your new attacks. =] ))
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:28 pm
+ I do not walk with God +
OOC:
Ooh boy, here we go.
Anyway.
You interrupted so therefor its not revisionist. Nothings gonna stop that big blast of hot air from knocking me out the way, I just started the barrel roll s**t to make it look cool.
but seriously though, fine, I'll edit out all the questionable stuff.
The blast isn't going to touch him anyway, Tres isn't stationary over your body, he has forward momentum and his legs are going up...
ahh, but anyway, I'll show you in the edit.
edit:
Alright, done editing. Now please, no insta-kill attempts please its a bit...I don't know...
+ For God Carries Me +
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:50 pm
+ I do not walk with God +
OOC:
Also keep in mind your body moving in the opposite direction. So that would cause the blast to be even more inaccurate.
+ For God Carries Me +
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:52 pm
((Heh alright sorry Tres. I retract all my accusations on your the part of you god modding. I wouldn't have normally even brought it up except that I was sore about your insults. I was relying on my powers because that's what Syre does. I figured this was another tournament full of hard hitting magic using big heads I was wrong lol. Next time ill bring my fist fighter. =] Again I apologize. ))
Syre would instead of landing on both feet land kneeling. As Tres advanced Syre slumped over and put his left hand on the ground, his dagger underneath his open hand. His right hand he would raise with his sword still in it as if to signal a stop motion.
Shakily Syre would rise to his feet cringing as the pain in his side and his shoulders washed over him. Yet still after he would manage to smile.
"I submit Tres, you win!" He would shout.
And with that he would bow, fall onto his back side and wait till the judge said he could go.
He should have time to be healed for his second bracket match. If he even had a second bracket match. He couldn't hardly remember now. Hmm oh well. Tres had proved to be to much of a human for Syre to handle.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:55 pm
(( The blast only covered my body because I told it to >.< I can put it where I want to a limit. Also it is 5ft by 5ft in a circle not that this has any prevalence anymore lol ))
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:17 pm
ooc
Don't take it seriously Tres isnt as nice as sieg about those type of things. I was just playing my character more or less. Sorry if you felt insulted.
I liked the fight for the most part, cept for that last attack. It just seemed like a cheap way to take a guy out ya know?
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:22 pm
"s**t...you broke my machete. Yo submitting is fine and all. Good Game I guess, but lemme borrow your sword till the end of the tournament I may need it against that spooky guy."
Tres asked. Cept for the cursing he seemed relatively polite but maybe a bit overconfident. Tres would sheath his weapons and bow after he spoke. He then would return to a neutral pose with his hands lounging inside of his pockets, waiting for his answer.
"Oh I'll give it back. I'm not much of a sword guy anyway"
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