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 Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:11 am
(( I saw that post right when I was about to go to bed and I was all like "No. No. Don't do it. Don't read that post. You won't get to sleep for another hour. Don't do it man!" so I didn't do it. I surprised myself, because normally I do it. ...today's episode was brought to you by the letter E. Also, gas fire lulz. That really amuses me more than it should, mostly due to the timing. )) Anson would have been pleased that his attack worked as well as he had hoped it to if he had any time to spare with self-satisfaction; but Makenshi had been too quick to recover his footing the last two times he'd hit the ground for Anson to think he had bought himself any real time to form a plan, and so it was all that he could do to press forward and give the opponent as little time as he could. If he ever let Makenshi get his feet solidly under him again Anson knew that he would have trouble keeping up with the other fighter, and it was for that reason that he was doing everything he could think of to drive his opponent back to the edge of the ring.
Eight feet back from the center. Seven to ten to the side from there. Another ten feet back just now. If the ring was 45 feet square and they had started fighting near the center it meant that he'd already managed to force Makenshi within six feet of the water and that meant Anson had finally put that man's back against a wall.
"That your enemies may tremble."
The boy slid his left hand down an inch, off the end of the sword's pommel and pulled on the rosary chain around his wrist with his fingertips; drawing the four-pointed star that hung at the end of the chain into his hand and then hobbled forward another step. He was limping on that left leg but still able to stand with it despite the different flavors of pain that were mixing around every time he moved it. He wouldn't have to worry about how much he was bleeding as long as the fight didn't last much longer, and considering how far they had come in just about one minute there wasn't much chance of that.Makenshi-Dono In his left hand a small flame would begin to rise. At the moment it was barely a few inches dancing around his hand. At a distance, and in the sunlight, it probably wasnt even noticable at all. Unless of course his opponent, like most opponents, was sensitive to energy movement. At the same time this was occurring he would extend the claws in his fingertips (being that he was a humanoid fox creature) known as a kitsune. Makenshi-Dono At this low angle, with his left arm bent close to his body he would then reach for a water bottle on his chest pocket. It didnt require much strength to do so. Then he would attempt to leap forward from the ground at a slowly oncoming Anson, us his claws to stab into the bottle while crushing it at the same time so that the liquid would burst. He would do this while flicking his left arm as best he could so that the liquid would splash all over Anson's body. Why? Because his hand was on fire. Why was this significant? Because the liquid was gasoline. "At. Your. GLORY."
When Makenshi leaped forward Anson dropped down; falling quickly onto his left knee again in a swift crouch and tilting his sword at an angle in front of him defensively in response to the opponent's own raised weapon and pressed his left hand flat to the ground with the four-pointed star beneath it.
And then he was showered in fire.
Almost instantly following the completion of his recitation a light grew up from the ground around them like it was a circle drawn around the two fighters, centered upon the paladin. It existed for only the briefest of moments before it was replaced by a column of intensely bright light that shot up into the sky from beneath them and enveloped both the young paladin and the kitsune who was leaping at him. Unlike the last ritual that Anson had performed this one had no physical component - Makenshi would not be knocked out of the air or anything like that because there was no force behind the blindingly bright light; only an intense burning sensation as the holy energy washed over him and seared at his body and flesh as if he were on fire but not, because the pain and the burns were not coming from heat but instead were the result of pure divine energy.
"AAH!"
Although he would not be the only one. Though Anson was immune to his own ability he was not immune to being set on fire, and so even though the column of light swallowed them both so that not even the spectators could see either of the fighters anymore they could still hear the sudden, painful cry of the young man as the splash of burning gasoline washed over his right arm, his back, and the side of his face - catching fire the instant it was released from that bottle like a firebomb but not burning away completely; there was enough substance left of it to soak into his clothes so that the water he was already drenched with did little to stop the flame from continuing to burn him.Quote: Name: Searing Radiance
Type: Holy, Light
Required: V, F, A
Requires a focus held in the hand. Requires that a hand be placed flat upon the ground. Requires recitation of "lend me your brilliance Eternal Light, that your enemies may tremble at your glory".
Optional: -
Effect: Radiant light erupts from the ground within a 10' radius from the caster, lasting for 15 seconds (3 posts). This light blinds any creature caught in the effect except the caster for 5 seconds (1 post) after the effect ends or the creature moves out of the affected area, including any creatures that move into the affected area after the casting. While inside of the effect any object or creature designated as a target by the caster is subject to searing holy damage.
Requires level - 3
Use: Searing Radiance
Distracted: 2x cost
Active: Searing Radiance 1/3
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 2:52 pm
(Lol I know how you feel. I may be late to respond today, due to work, but after I'll be ok to post.) "Ahhh!"
Makenshi succeeded in his attack but was now caught in the middle of a blinding, searing, holy attack. It was funny cause this was reminiscent of Siegfried Ecstuffuan's holy attacks.
Makenshi did only what his body told him to at a moment like this. He leaped forward with his left towards what he thought was his opponent, sword tip out first, aimed at where he believed his opponent was knelt down before he was suddenly blinded. He was aiming to stab his opponent in what he perceived to be Anson's torso and left side body area. With the angle of Makenshi's ninja-to it would likely come down like a scorpion tail coming down on its prey, if it even hit.
The purpose of going left first was because of the second weapon in Makenshi's counter. A switch from right to left hands. Makenshi would strike down with his sword but would pull it back, rotating his upper body in a quick jolt, and snapping out a now flaming, clawed left hand to strike at the right side of Anson's body and torso. At least what he perceived would be the area of Anson.
"Haa!!"
It was a variation of the blazing impact. A technique Makenshi named for stupidity's sake. Blazing Impact (sorry I stole your quote box) Name:Blazing Impact
Type: Fire
Required: First ignition, Hands, Feet (few inches of fire) (lol sorry I'm biting)
Optional: -
Effect: The users fists or feet become enveloped in flames that increase movement speed (slightly), strength (due to increased speed), and added burning damage after impact of a kick or punch. If used in a kick (blazing kick) the user is capable of running slightly faster. Truthfully, with the circumstances as they were, Makenshi couldnt do much. And really, this was a sign that Makenshi was more reckless than tactful. Instead of trying to avoid damages he would take them head on so that he could take out his opponent with more devastating attacks. Well, he would try to anyways..
Because right now his clothing, and skin was beginning to sear and burn from the holy light, but he would continue to rush forward and attack his opponent head on. Hopefully his 1 - 2 combo would be quick enough that his opponent could not counter. And even more than that, Makenshi was hoping that he was even attacking in the right direction, in the right areas. Because now was becoming the make or break moment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 4:48 pm
(( My... my Quote Box! eek How could you do this to me, Quote Box!? I thought we had something special! crying )) Makenshi should have been glad that what he was dealing with was not in fact one of Siegfried Ecstuffuan's holy attacks, because if it had been then that uncomfortable burning sensation would have been shortly followed by an acute case of suplex and the narrator would advise that he consult a doctor immediately about the condition.
Instead, amidst a whole lot of screaming and burning that was going on, the two of them somehow managed to continue their fight... Makenshi leaping forward blindly towards his opponent's last known position with a downward thrust that should have been easy for Anson to parry considering the defensive posture of his own weapon and the fact that he was not blinded by his own ability. Should have been... if not for the fact that he was on fire.
No doubt the panicked screaming of 'I'm on fire' from the young man was giving away his position.
He wouldn't have time to freak out about it for long though; Makenshi was wasting no time in pressing the attack and Anson, distracted as he was, managed to pull his attention away from the flames with barely enough time to raise his already angled sword defensively to try and block the strike as it came down. It would work... to an extent. The sword came up held horizontally across to try and intercept the strike, but a guard like that won't work against a thrusting attack like the scorpion tail type one that Makenshi was using; instead the sword missed Makenshi's weapon completely and impacted against the underside of the kitsune's forearm as the strike came down over Anson's left shoulder, cutting shallowly into the skin and muscle on his back and tearing a long hole in that soaked-and-burned Hawaiian shirt that the boy was wearing.
Judging by what had happened earlier it wasn't likely that the blade's edge would be able to cut through the thick jacket that Makenshi was wearing but it would hold back the arm for a moment until, pushing up with his right leg and throwing his left hand out to grasp the blade of his own sword on the other side of Makenshi's arm, Anson pushed himself back to a stand and from there pushed up on the blade and on Makenshi's arm to raise it up high, completely oblivious to the--Blazing Impact (sorry I stole your quote box) Name:Blazing Impact
Type: Fire
Required: First ignition, Hands, Feet (few inches of fire) (lol sorry I'm biting)
Optional: -
Effect: The users fists or feet become enveloped in flames that increase movement speed (slightly), strength (due to increased speed), and added burning damage after impact of a kick or punch. If used in a kick (blazing kick) the user is capable of running slightly faster.
If Anson had any breath left in his lungs after crying out when the fire took him, he would have used it there. ...on the plus side, the scraps of un-burned cloth that would catch on the kitsune's fingers towards the end of the swipe were enough to tear through the flimsy remnants of his gasoline-soaked shirt and peel them away from his already burned body... So, yay. No more being on fire (not that it would have lasted more than another few seconds).
The pain from that newest injury was enough to make him stumble; falling forward a few short inches with a staggered step only to steady himself an instant later, pressing against Makenshi's own arm for support with the sword that he was leaning into it with. He couldn't just keep standing here - he couldn't afford to stop attacking now and get overwhelmed by the opponent's pace - he had to do something to take back the momentum before the kitsune struck again...
'I can't breathe... need some room to-'
With a swift movement Anson moved his left hand from where he was gripping the blade of his sword and instead grabbed onto the back of Makenshi's sleeve with a tight fist; just as he relieved the pressure that he was putting on that arm with the sword and thrust forward suddenly with his right hand to swing the heavy end of the b*****d sword's pommel right at the bridge of Makenshi's nose just as he finally took a deep breath of hot air.
'-think!'
From there Anson stumbled forward again, shoving his right shoulder into the kitsune's chest and forcing in his sword underneath Makenshi's armpit to try and prevent him from swinging around the ninja-to freely; and in that moment his left hand went for the small sheath affixed to the underside of his right bracer and grasped the hilt of a small dagger that was strapped there.
He pulled it free, dropped his left hand low, and-
The dagger thrust in fiercely in a fist clenched so tightly around it his knuckles would have shown white if they weren't covered by gauntlets. Just as Makenshi's claws had dug into Anson's right side the paladin's dagger would thrust into the obliques, lower ribs, and the hip on the kitsune's right side while the paladin pushed with as much strength as he could muster to try and force his opponent back a step every time he thrust the knife. All while humming a familiar tune of faith to try and take his mind off of the pain in his body while he fought with his legs wanting to collapse underneath him.
Once, twice, three times, he would eventually lose count if it came down to it. This was a dangerous place for him to be now, but he'd already lost the ability to stand on his own. If he backed away from Makenshi now Anson wasn't sure that he would be able to keep himself from falling so instead he mustered his courage with clenched fists and pushed on with everything that he had left inside.0%
Active: Searing Radiance 2/3
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:30 pm
(lol) "Hngrkk!!"
Makenshi would grunt as he was hit in the face with his opponents pommel. His nose was likely broken now. Even now, the dilaudid would not really help to ease the pain of a broken nose too much. Well it might...but not likely.
Now, from Makenshi's perspective, he knew he made contact with something of his opponents. And from the movement of his sword on contact it sort of felt like...flesh? Maybe? Makenshi didnt know.
Now what he felt on his claws and fingertips. That he could tell was flesh. He could feel the liquid of his opponents blood gash out.
What he felt on his right forearm was the cold steel of his opponents slicing him a bit in the middle of his own attack. This battle was becoming much more brutal than it first started. But...Makenshi enjoyed it. The pain, the skill, the adrenaline; he enjoyed every part of it.
He felt that his right arm was suddenly gripped then felt as though he couldnt swing his sword.
Makenshi felt somewhat trapped. And he was still being burned by his opponents technique. He was also roughly a few feet away from the edge of the water. He was also blinded. His left arm was numb from the dilaudid and the collar bone break. And now his opponent was stabbing him in the ribs with a knife. Now his flak jacket was protecting him from the stabs but it was still very much like getting hit by a VERY hard object.
Feeling trapped he did what most animals do. He resorted to his animal instincts.
"Grraaarr!!"
He bared his fangs, unleashed his claws on his right hand (while dropping his ninja-to for a second time), would ignite a small flame on his right hand, and would attempt to proceed with the following...
He would strike with his left hand at any free area of his opponents that he could feel and would cut, slash, palm strike; anything he could attempt to do with his left clawed hand at his opponents body.
He couldnt really tell how much free movement he could perform with his right hand, but with that too, he would attempt any claw marks, scratches, slashes; anything he could attempt to do to his opponent at this point.
Now, his opponent was close to his face. He could smell the salt water, sweat, and blood coming from Anson. He would attempt to pull one of the dirtiest tricks in the book...A Mike Tyson. With his fangs bared he would snap and bit and attempt to naw and sink his teeth into any fleshy part of Ansons head, neck, and shoulder area he could get to. Truth be told, he wasnt sure if he could even do that. He couldnt see. And with so many distractions on his own body, it was hard to tell what he could and couldnt do anymore. He would just do whatever her could and hope for the best. It didnt make the pain any less painful. It didnt make his body anymore stronger or faster. It just gave him the willpower at least to keep pushing forward, as he could tell Anson was trying to do when he heard the humming near his ears.
But, like most kitsunes, he was an animal. He would react animalistically in reaction to his current circumstances. And he would hope it would be worth something. Because the fact of the matter was, both fighters were pretty banged up. No real control was ever truly established. Possibly, Anson was in the lead at this point. But Makenshi would do whatever it took to pull victory from the jaws of defeat. Even if that meant using his own jaws to do so.
Only thing Makenshi knew for sure was that their battle...was coming to an end soon...
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:05 am
Zkk!
Zkk!
Zkk!
Zkk!
The sound of the small dagger impacting the thick fabric of Makenshi's flak jacket but being unable to penetrate it was like a dull backbeat to the boy's humming and the kitsune's howl, but it was almost as if Anson didn't even realize that his knife wasn't inflicting any injuries; or perhaps it was just that he had so few options that he had to stubbornly continue to carve shallow holes in his opponent's clothing.
He trudged forward a half step at a time, leaning in against his opponent and shuffling his feet while throwing out that dagger again and again like his hand wasn't capable of anything else. He would shove and he would push and he would throw those short jabs to the ribs and drive the hunk of metal that was affixed to his right arm into Makenshi's face if that was what it took to get the kitsune to retreat another inch; and he did it all while humming that tune as he tried to block out the feeling of those claws carving shallow trenches in his side, in his back, taking the skin off as they raked across anything that they could reach but not going deep enough to tear into the muscle.
The smell of salt water and char quickly gave way to the coppery scent of blood running down the boy's back, and in response he put his head down into Makenshi's chest and pushed on half a step at a time with the kind of grim determination that would make a person question if he even knew what was going on around him anymore.Makenshi-Dono He would attempt to pull one of the dirtiest tricks in the book...A Mike Tyson.
The boy woke up in an instant when he felt the kitsune's body move differently, grabbing instead of clawing and pulling and reaching; his right arm slipped out by just a few inches involuntarily when Makenshi stretched out his neck to go in for a bite and for the first time since they had begun this clinch Anson felt... very, very bad.
"Huh... wha? Hwah!?"
Wide-eyed and panicked, Anson dropped the dagger in his left hand and instead shoved his palm flat into Makenshi's ribs while he wrestled back, trying to shove the other fighter off of him before he got any more of a meal out of this fight. With adrenaline fueled by shock bolstering him he threw out his right elbow into the right side of Makenshi's head and shoved back with all his might to try and separate - pulling his head and upper body down under the reaching claws and even falling back a step as he did. Until now he had been gaining ground but this...
"AAAGH!"
...this was a chunk taken out of his fleebin' ear. Anson pushed, he pulled back, he stretched his head away from Makenshi's reach, and even though he managed to escape those jaws it was not without losing something first. Mike Tyson had struck again.
"You... you... animal!"
He stumbled back another step and then raised his sword - not the blade, but the hilt. His left hand grasped the end of the blade firmly and his right slid down past the crossguard as well; pulling it back to his right side even as he barely managed to catch himself from falling. Drops of blood shaken from his back and shoulders showered on the wood behind him but no one would see, nor would they see the fire in his eyes as the young paladin brought back that sword like a baseball bat and lurched forward again with gritted teeth and blood streaking down the side of his face.
It was called Mord Shalg... the murder stroke. A technique that involved using the heavy pommel of the sword like a club rather than swinging with the blade.
But where was this sudden resurgence of strength coming from at the eleventh hour? Well, Makenshi had made one truly fatal mistake in giving in to his animal instincts - he had Mike Tyson'd a paladin.Quote: JUSTICE
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15% Righteous Fury Things that Demand Retribution:
- Cheap Shot : +15%
Then, with a half-hearted laugh at himself for what he had just done he fell forward onto his face.Quote: Righteous Smite
Cost - 15%
Requirements - Must be a striking attack.
Effect - Anson may make a single physical attack with double (2x) the force that he would normally be able to.
Use: Righteous Smite
Active: Searing Radiance 3/3
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 2:26 am
Makenshi got the bite that he wanted, but at what cost? Because he now his opponent would strike at his body in a home-run bat style of attack. There was no real time to make any real defense at this point. Makenshi, when loosened, would attempt to bring his arms in to defend his head and body but the attack was too quick and at a better reach.
A heavy thud would be heard as Makenshi was hit in the chest and he would be flung over the edge and into the water.
To Makenshi, while being in mid-air, it all happened in slow motion. He knew he was going to be flung over the edge. With the effects of the Smite wearing off some blurs were beginning to show, but with hitting the water his injuries would become more apparent. The salt water would sting his burn wounds on his skin, and the lacerations on his right forearm. And Holding his breath was not likely that good of an idea due to his nose now being broken.
Still, he had to try what he could. Because the shouting of a time would begin...
ONE!!
He would lift his left arm up as high as he could and with his right arm begin paddling himself back towards the platform.
He was so weak; he could barely breath, inhaling what he could but getting just as much salt water as air.
TWO!!
He was getting closer, but getting weaker. And still he couldnt fully see where he was going.
THREE!!
He kicked his feet as he could and paddled but it still felt like the platform was miles away. In the back of his head the thought of giving up did occur, but he didnt want to accept it.
FOUR!! .... FIVE!!
His eyesight was only blurry enough to tell that there was an object before him. He reached and felt and it felt like the platform...He could somewhat smell the blood still, but he wasnt sure if he was in the right direction..
SIX!!
He would reach his right hand over, grab the edge and would pull himself up. He would struggle to do so..
SEVEN!!
He pulled and pulled. He was lifting himself out of the water but he was having a hard time doing it with only one arm. Its not like his own weight was hard for him or anything, but movement was also painful due to his skin being burned. Stretching it was hurting him and his mind was becoming foggy from his nose being broken.
"AAUGHH!!!"
EIGHT!!
He had his torso over and was now beginning to reach his legs up over as well..
NINE!!
He was up and over. The only way to get back up properly was to go with his face in the floor.
"Ladies and gentleman!! The Makenshi Hayashi has made it back to the platform!! The fight still continues!!"
Said an announcer.
Makenshi would cough up some salt water and blood and would simply lay there and rest.
"AUGHH!!!"
He would look in Anson's direction now, his bright red eyes glowing. No abilities would appear, what with his power limitations for the tournament, but he would stare at Anson's direction, seeing only blurs. He would bleed out on the floor and look only to where he thought Anson was. He was face front on the ground.
Then someone from the audience spoke..
"Hey!! Get up and fight, you a** holes!! He's in the ring again! Get up and hit him!!"
Another voice..
"MAKENSHI!! I came here to watch you die!! If you're not ******** dead I'm comin in there and killin you myself!!"
And another..
"Hey! Hayashi!! Get the hell up!! Come on!! He's just layin there!! Finish him!!"
And so many more.
Makenshi would continue to stare in Anson's direction. He would grit his teeth. He stared directly at Anson. He wasnt mad at Anson. It was a battle. He was mostly mad at his own weakness. He was tired, burned, blind. He would continue to angrily stare at Anson and think to himself..
"I can get him!! He's still close!! I CAN REACH HIM!!"
But this was it. Makenshi was done moving. Within a few moments...He would stop gritting his teeth. His gaze would never leave Anson.
By now two refs would likely go up to the two of them, if Anson hadnt already gotten up, and would begin to check on them.
With all his damage there was no way Makenshi was getting up again. Not because his body was in pain, but because he was exhausted. So much recklessness took his energy away.
In these last moments he passed out...glaring in Anson's direction. His eyes showed that he was not ready to give up EVER. But his body was proof that he had no choice...With any luck his victory would come only from Anson passing out before him, or maybe some technicality. But that was unlikely.
Regardless. This fight was done.
Makenshi was done.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:21 pm
(( Man. I spent the whole day doing productive stuff and now I can't remember what I was going to write... stressed )) From where he lay, face-down on the wood, Anson could clearly hear the sound of the heavy splash that came when Makenshi hit the water, and for a moment after that... he smiled. It hurt to breathe, with his skin as badly burned and lacerated as it was in so many places; each time he inhaled it was a feeling like salt in his wounds and he was already so tired.
It was so much easier just to lay there.
With his shoulder in that condition there was no way that Makenshi would be able to get back onto the platform easily. He'd be out there treading water at least until-ONE!! A wash of cold water ran under the boy's face, the remnants of the wave caused by Makenshi falling into the water that had washed up over the edge of the wooden platform. The sharp sting of salt in the lacerations that were left on his face made Anson cringe and press his forehead down into the wood, trying to get the burns and wounds on the right side of his face out of the water.
Yet despite how much his body stung and burned he couldn't get the image out of his head of Makenshi floating out there in the water - a shoulder broken and an arm cut, unable to breathe properly because of his broken nose, and that heavy jacket he was wearing acting like an anchor that dragged him down.TWO!! '...aaaaaawww... Hollyhocks.'
Despite the protesting of his body Anson lifted his arms and reached forward; digging his fingertips as hard as he could into the wood as he pulled himself up an inch at a time. Dragging himself forward by a foot onto his arms and his elbows, legs behind him kicking slowly but not able to must enough power to do more than push against the ground.THREE!! Pulling himself forward with his left hand by dragging his body behind it, Anson slid on his belly like a snake while his right hand reached out at... nothing. Stretching like he was trying to grasp something that was just beyond his means, the young paladin let his eyes close for a moment and prayed.
"Lend me strength, o Light,"
FOUR!!
"that I may use it,"
His hand splashed down into the water and it prompted him to open his eyes again. The edge was right there, and with his elbow hooked over it and his hand pressed against the wood Anson pulled himself up to it, laying on his chest right at the edge where the wood was wet.FIVE!! That was a far as the effects of Anson's ritual would go. The Searing Radiance that had blinded Makenshi during the final stages of their match would wear off after five seconds of being outside of the light. The whiteness that had covered his vision would fade, and everything that was left would be his own body.
"to do," Makenshi-Dono His eyesight was only blurry enough to tell that there was an object before him. He reached and felt and it felt like the platform...
"what is right."
--pulled with all of the Divine Power that surged through him at that moment.
SIX!!
The kitsune was pulled straight up out of the water and hauled forcefully up onto the edge of the platform while Anson pushed himself up as well, off of his chest and onto his knees... then his haunches... then, just as the brunt of Makenshi's body had been pulled up onto the platform again Anson fell again; flat on his back with the sound of a wet slosh.
"AAaaaaeeeeEEEghhh~!!" His arms and fingers curled, his back arching halfway in response to the sharp sting of pressure being applied to his cuts and the salt water on the platform soaking into them. But that was all. No struggling against it, no rolling over onto his chest again, his body tensed, twitched, kicked, and then relaxed again as the boy's pained cry trailed off into taking fast, labored breaths."Ladies and gentleman!! The Makenshi Hayashi has made it back to the platform!! The fight still continues!!" Makenshi-Dono Then someone from the audience spoke..
"Hey!! Get up and fight, you a** holes!! He's in the ring again! Get up and hit him!!"
Another voice..
"MAKENSHI!! I came here to watch you die!! If you're not ******** dead I'm comin in there and killin you myself!!"
And another..
"Hey! Hayashi!! Get the hell up!! Come on!! He's just layin there!! Finish him!!"
And so many more.
'Popular guy.' thought the boy when the crowd began to shout, roaring to see more blood spilled and many of them shouting the kitsune's name in one context or another. Anson moved his right hand, not far, but far enough to know how much his body hated him for making it do such a thing. There was a pouch on his right side that he was reaching for, and with a small movement he pulled it open and dragged out a small plastic bottle between his fingers.
First he would set it down upright on the platform, then with his fingers he would twist off the cap, lay that aside, and grasp it again. He had to struggle but his arm raised enough that he could lift it, pulling it up towards his mouth and tipping back the bottle for--
nothing.
Makenshi's fire that had scorched his right side had melted a hole through the thin plastic bottle and its contents had already spilled out completely. Aside from a few small droplets running across the inside of the bottle it was all gone.
And that was that. He didn't even have enough strength left in him to cast the simplest healing spell and the blessed water that he kept with him was no longer an option to even do something so small as ease the pain he was feeling.
It really was over.
His right arm fell back to the side with a thunk as his metal bracer struck the wood and the half melted bottle rolled away from him. Laying on his back like he was, Anson couldn't see Makenshi without lifting his head... and that wasn't a feat that he was capable of any longer. He could only lay there on his back taking short, sharp breaths because of the stinging pain he was feeling all across his body.
But there was one thing left...
just one thing...
Anson closed the fingers in his right hand, and...  Quote: Name: Divine Power
Type: Holy, Mark
Required: V, F, A
Requires a carried, worn or in-hand focus. Requires raising a hand to the heavens. Requires recitation of "lend me strength, o Light, that I may use it in your service".
Optional: V
Declare a specific purpose for which the Divine Power is required.
Effect: Bolstered by divine power, the caster receives double his natural strength and bolstered endurance and pain resistance for the next 1 minute (5 posts) (optional - the caster's strength is quadrupled and s/he becomes tireless until the completion of a specific, immediate task that may not include extended efforts such as defeating an enemy).
Required level - 3
Use: Divine Power
Distracted: 2x cost
[ 1.50.2.00.-0.50 ](( Hope you had fun. ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:01 pm
((I did. Good match, my friend. Victory is yours.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:41 pm
(( It was definitely fun.
I'm only disappointed that I didn't get to see more of Makenshi's moves with how aggressively my character was pushing. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:42 am
((There definitely would have been some better moves, but one thing I have noticed in tournaments is Makenshi always gets blinded or deafened and he loses the fight. I had a counter to it, but was recommended not to use it, so I didnt.
It was a great match and I had lots of fun. If there's time I'd like to have a rematch with Makenshi and Anson again. It could prove interesting.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:51 am
(( I would enjoy it. We kind of took the battle in one direction when there were so many others that it could have gone. It would be fun to see how it played out another way, when the first set of injuries didn't dictate the strategy for the rest of the fight.
That was the first time I used that blinding move so I wasn't sure how people would take it. I'm glad it didn't cause any hate for 'lolhax' or things of that nature.
Well fought. *Salute.* ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 1:02 am
((Just to make it interesting...
And yes, I agree with you. Once other business is taken care of (tournament wise) I would very much like to have a rematch. Good fighting with you, sir.))
As the two fighters lay there, broken and damaged, the announcer would call out to the winner by knock out, Anson. However, it was somewhat of a bitter sweet ending because the two fighters did so well that each one was nearly torn apart. At least enough to where they now lie motionless on the ground.
Without any hesitation two boats would come up with stretchers to take the two fighters to the infirmary.
The boat taking Makenshi would have two men come off the boat and walk up to the Kitsune. One paramedic would kneel down and look at Makenshi who's eyes were still flared up with rage and determination.
"Jesus Christ, this guy passed out with his eyes open. "
"Careful with his burns." said another paramedic.
"Right." answered the first.
Together the men would carefully place Makenshi on a stretcher, taking the proper medical procedures needed to carry him, and they would place him on the boat. There was an uproar from the fans, comments ranging from good to bad. For the fans or enemies of Makenshi the comments went as followed...
"This is supposed to be the great WMD leader from the past? What a joke...!" Said a lizard man.
In the distance two teens began to converse as they rose up..
"Man! What a good fight! Soo close! I'm just glad Anson won! He was the true underdog!" Said a blonde haired human
"Dude! What are you talking about? Anson's a freakin knight! His sword was totally more bad a**, stronger, and longer too! There was no WAY that asian dude was gonna win!" said his friend..
"Man, are you for real?! That Hayashi guy was a freakin ninja! He was faster, had more weapons, FIRE and a freakin bullet proof vest! If anything, I bet it was just luck!"
"DUDE! Are you kidding me?!"
An elderly gentleman speaking to another..
"Quite the show. That meta-human fellow had some fairly good Ninjutsu. It's a shame that he wasnt able to win. I was quite taken aback by his determination." said an elderly, thin, bearded old man with a raspy voice.
"Mm. Yes, well, truthfully, both fighters were quite good. Very skilled in their own individual techniques. Ashame what's become of them now, though.." said a suited elderly gentleman.
"Indeed. Well, let us move on to the next fight. I hear there is another fight with a buxom young lass with a whip and that one fellow with the foul mouth and a b*****d sword as well."
"Interesting."
With that the crowd would then disperse and the two fighters would be taken care of respectively.
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