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 Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:50 pm
SPLOOSHThe water around the field would instantly gather then gushing up into the air. Speed was in factor a very useful factor in the equation becuase it would catch the fighters off guard. The mushroom effect of the water like geyser would cover the surrounding area most possibly the fighter now going at it. There wouldn't be much force behind the strike. But the water would come down like a forceful rain.
..Namu!
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:02 pm
The man's arrival in the same arena as Thoth was somewhat coincidence, and yet, somewhat not. The man had been looking for a fight for a while, and had been wandering the area for a while, just observing the other fights going on and all of the people there. When Thoth had stopped in one of the particular arenas towards the front of the place, he looked as if he were waiting for a challenger, and so, he'd taken up the opportunity to do so.
He jumped into the ring sloppily, almost tripping over the wall/rope/fence that kept other people safe from harm, but soon regained his composure, pulling the dark colored hood over his head even more. The hood was attached to a dark colored cloak which flowed behind him and covered his back and shoulders, only partially revealing the man's leather armor, which was standard, leather armor, tightly wrapped around his body, clinging to his small, yet well-muscled form, not much larger than Thoth himself.
Standing in at exactly 6' and roughly 180 lbs, the man was rather lanky, and appeared clumsy; exactly that, though. He appeared clumsy. At his side was sheathed a single short-sword, made of nothing special, just a steel variant. The sword in itself was about four feet long, nothing special at all. At his hip to the right side rested a curved dagger, something much smaller that he could wield in his off hand without requiring much strength or skill.
The man's golden eyes peered ahead at Thoth before he spoke, quietly. "Good day, sir. A spar, for our entertainment?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:08 pm
((Forgot my weapon. xP)) In Jex Thoth's right hand was Nagayina, the polearm that once belonged to his now dead warrior woman love. The blade an exoskeletal appendage or horn torn from some massive, carnivorous insect. Green and leathery, an enchantment helped the blade retain the properties it held in life. Three brilliantly colored feathers were bound to the pole just under the blade. To scale, it looked a whole lot like this.  Thoth'd been staring The Man's way since he'd entered the arena with so much grace. He tilted his head to the side a little as the challenger took the near-tumble in stride. "Cloak," Jex breathed as The Man approached, "like Snow." Until recently, Thoth'd only known the garment as just that- a garment. The Sage knew better now- cloaks signaled the secrets, tricks, and hidden dangers that were't always steel of wiley, cunning, cold Men. The Man asked for a spar. Thoth smiled, tilted his head back, and sent a playfully suspicious look back at the challenge. Jex didn't plan ahead and he didn't analyze, but he'd learned that The Man before him was most likely not as clumsy as he seemed; if not, Thoth would certainly be a most terrible foe. He nodded. 'Sir', though? "Mmhm," The Great Horned Sage shifted his right grip backwards on the shaft of Nagayina and pointed it out towards The Man, taking a couple steps forward, openly establishing an advantageous six foot distance between the two of them. He spoke, peering down the length of the polearm with one eye closed. "But my name is Jex Thoth." As a small way to get things rolling, he took a lazy left step forward before stepping again into a right thrust, the tip of the blade aimed to puncture the leather armor protecting The Man's chest, with enough mild force to barely chisel at his sternum if he felt like taking it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:19 pm
"Ishnaelyr Garnoth."
The man had replied just as the sage stepped forward to give them both the six foot distance, and then, Jex had started the fight. With the quick Chhhhsh, the sword at his side was pulled from its sheath with his left hand and immediately put to work, moving outwards from Ishnaelyr's body to collide with the side of the pole, aiming to throw it out to his left side at the same time stepping into the reach of the pole's blade and effective reach. As easy as that would seem, the golden eyed man knew all to well that if Jex was wielding a pole-arm that large, he obviously had skill, and Ishnael would be hard pressed to fight against it.
Regardless, in the same movement as Ishnael's forward step into the pole-arms range, his right hand removed the curved dagger and promptly twisted it backwards in his hand so that the blade was facing behind him, the curve pointed towards the air.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 12:02 am
Short-blades. Close combat had just come extremely less desirable, but it would be moreso for the weilder of an average pole weapon. The biological blade was very lightweight, and so despite the size of the razor sharp appendage Nagayina could be weilded much like a simple staff rather than something considerably heavier. A disadvantage was still a disadvantage, though, and it was The Man who needed one, not Jex.
From end to end, Nagayina had nearly a nine foot reach, three of those feet were being eaten up by Thoth's placement of grip when he thrusted. The Man had filled that six feet by half with his step, for the blade accounted for almost exactly 1/3rd of Nagayina's total length.
They'd be three feet apart when The Man drew his second blade in his right hand, causing Thoth's eyes to light up and his lips to curl into a silent snarl that exposed a large, pointy canine tooth. His toes clenched at the ground as he hopped backwards, jerking Nagayina to him and letting his right hand go loose to allow the weapon to slide backwards through his grip mid-backwards hop. Ishnaelyr had knocked Nagayina to Thoth's right, sending the end of the shaft towards Thoth's left hand, which is where it was delivered as The Great Horned Sage landed.
The quick hop, almost a shuffle and with the effort of barely a twitch, covered four feet. Jex landed with his right foot forward as it had been at the start of the fight, only now his knees were bent and he was locked into his center of gravity. He was grounded.
Immediately, his left foot sailed forward as his now dual grip continued gliding up the shaft of Nagayina to the point where, when his left foot landed, he could attempt to crack the philanges of his opponent with the end of the pole, just one or two short feet outside the range of Garnoth's sword.
(( In case you're planning on hitting me with a "Hah! But, didn't you know, he's already in your face!" kinda maneuver then, yeah, I shoulda got your MSN, and shame on you for keeping it a mystery. ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:50 pm
[ Ring #2 ]
The Prime requisite in combat was motivation and to the hardy Dwarf it was the promise of filling his stomach with high quality mead and perhaps a voluptuous wench to seal the deal. Working as some pet to this gluttonous Transmuter was straining, yet the reward were worth being some tool. Decorated in high grade gray full plate, Maxwell Silverhammer disregarded the usage of a helm to proudly display his long black braided goatee, wrathful amber eyes and grotesque scars on the facial region as testaments to his valor and toughness.
Lugging over a monstrous doubled edged battle axe,this beauty was forged by a fearsome Red Elder Dragon, exceptional and highly prized for its track record in armor penetration and limb severing. Reinforced with metal bands, no adversary was going to have an easy time chopping the handle into two. Imposing to the core, most distinguishing about this combatant was his stature. Stricken by a permanency spell with enlarged, Maxwell was a spectacular mean machine standing at six foot five.With Arthus Le Wolfe lingering by the sidelines, failure was not an option for the magically enhanced Dwarven warrior.
" I know one of ya wenches have the backbone to put this Dwarf in his place, aye!"
For the most part, he was dying to give Draxe some blood.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 11:57 pm
Savoki Sanoci [ Ring #2 ]
Imposing to the core, most distinguishing about this combatant was his stature. Stricken by a permanency spell with enlarged, Maxwell was a spectacular mean machine standing at six foot five.
" I know one of ya wenches have the backbone to put this Dwarf in his place, aye!"
However, all was not as it would seem...
As the other fighter stepped out into the ring it became clear that this was not a mounted man at all, but something else entirely with the legs of a horse and the body of a man; a centaur clad in steel and spikes stepped forward into the ring, flanks rippling with powerful muscles that could not be hidden even beneath the armor it wore. A glistening breastplate and gorget covered the man-like torso and the arms, and though exposed at the shoulders to reveal muscles the like of which belong to no mortal on its hands it wore gauntlets bearing spikes and leather bands upon its arms. The lower half was similarly clad, cruelly spiked vambraces affixed to the shins and a skirt of armored scales draping down over the breast; nearly the entire front of the centaur was covered in steel and spikes while the rear was similarly adorned with plate and chain. It even wore several sheaths across its back, adorned with many weapons both large and small.
"Lookin' to be put in your place, aye?"
From behind an iron mask it spoke, eyes belonging to a face completely hidden behind a horned helm looked back at the magically enhanced dwarf with disdain as it reared back and rose up high; the mighty creature standing up almost fully on its hind legs and straightening up to a height of thirteen feet as it reached forward the thickly muscled arm bearing a ten-foot lance and pointed it at the stout fighter.
"Know that Tirrik'uchuu is here. Know that you will leave broken this day."
At that it dropped, coming crashing down with almost two thousand pounds of weight to the dirt as the creature's hooves dug ruts into the dirt with the sound of a thunderclap and the armor it wore rattled from the impact that shook both it and the ground as well; pausing for but a moment as it raised up the lance again against its body and held aloft the shield it carried beside it and charged forward - the earth trembling at his approach.
The horseman had come at last.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:24 pm
" Know that Tirrik'uchuu is here. Know that you will leave broken this day." His morale was reduced tremendously on the sight of an armored colossus, expressing some distress on the situation at hand with his facial features. Abiding by the honorable request the battle hardened warrior initiated, the Dwarven locomotive as many have titled him as preceding his reputation altered his worrisome status and addressed the creature with hues holding a glint of passion, but interest in this combatant.  " Lad, I suppose you are chewing more than ya bargain for! Know we dwarves are natural asskickers, aye."Taking into account the weapons Tirrik'uchuu were utilizing, that sturdy lance would manipulate the momentum of his intimidating charge, sensing it could penetrate through him without too much effort driven behind the attack. Transferring his form into a battle ready stance, the augmented Maxwell shifted his left leg ahead approximately eighteen inches, pointing into the path of his fearsome foe. With the Dwarf's knee bend accordingly, right leg placed back, and both feet planted firmly on the surface, Maxwell Silverhammer with hands pressed onto the metallic handle of Draxe was prepare for the under dark itself. Approaching him with haste, Maxwell decided to forsake any possibility of a counter attack and mirror his opponent with a terrifying charge of his own. When dwarves pursue their prey, their stature severed their agility. This hindrance need not apply for him, advancing almost at the same speed with mighty battle axe equipped onto his hands and facing forward straight up with axe head raised above his figure. Bringing his body parallel to the ground, Maxwell was diving out in a tackling motion towards the lower region of the Centaur as they closed the distance in their mighty dash. Getting trampled was possible, yet was daring in his pursuit to injure the b*****d. Building up a tremendous amount of momentum, Maxwell had both arms whipped sideways from the shoulder joint with minimal elbow bend. Quite literally mimicking the Reaper's scythe in motion, the dwarf was shooting out a wide, yet powerful swing of his battleaxe to hack either near the pelvis or durable legs. Without armor, severing was highly possible, but otherwise if stricken some could occur. The sodding beast was going to BLEED one way or another.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:07 pm
An empty ring.
His lethargy was getting the best of him. He walked somewhat lazily and heavily into the arena, focusing to block out the cheers and jeers of the spectators looming all around them. His lower half lay adorned with bluejeans with rips in the knees from unnamed circumstances and two overlapping c**k-eyed belts with bronze buckles. On his upper half, he wore a form-fitting black shirt that clung tight to his muscle, suspenders, a billowing red scarf and flowing longcoat with gold trim. Over his right arm was a guard that stretched to his hand and ended in a glove. The hilt of a broadsword poked over his right shoulder.
Warp. As his smoky eyes stared on, bone encased his left hand in the form of a bulky white gauntlet. He clenched said hand into a loose but firm fist, wiggled his toes inside his combat boots, and waited for his opponent's entry into the stadium.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:41 pm
Stepping back into a ring since rising from his premature grave sent a cold shiver of nervousness up Canaan's spine. Death doesn't do much help keep the fighting skills up. But this was something he had to do in order to get closer to the person that he had to come here to find.
A white tee that hung loosely from Canaan's body, hiding his slender build and a pair of navy blue cotton pants sufficed for the occasion. Strapped to his forearms were dark blue metal bracer gauntlets with finger armor that ended in pointed 'claws', reminiscent of the magic that he had once wielded. On his shins were metal greaves which, like his bracers, and clawed toes like a dragon's foot.
These two pieces of armor offered him comfort as he walked out to confront the man he'd be challenging. He had to defeat him, or at least do well enough in the fight to catch the right kind of attention. Standing at the almost instinctive 'engaging distance' of six feet, Canaan glanced at his opponent through dark blue bangs.
"Sup, bro. Whenever you're ready."
Normally, Canaan started off fights - he had those kind of aggressive tendencies - but still getting used to not being a dead had left him a little stiff. He'd have to play it by ear from the time this began to the time that this ended.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:00 pm
He nodded. "Ready." And with the thrusting back of his right hand to her hilt, his scarf snapped and Kosall leapt from her sheath, humming from pommel to point with magic and energy. The double-edged blade vibrated fiercely like a self-sustaining battery, making everything easier to cut. She could sear through stone like a hot knife through butter. His left hand joined the right at her hilt, he bent at the knees, hunkering into a fighting stance with his left foot forward, and thrust the four-foot-long blade across the six-foot gap between them, attempting to embed a foot of steel in Canaan's liver. "Huah!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:28 pm
"Ha!"
Canaan slid his left foot back, turning his body perpendicular to allow the blade to glide in front of him, rather than go through him. Normally he'd have been much faster - reacted quicker - but he felt as though he were trying to fight while chest deep in water. That stiffness was definitely going to make him lag behind his opponent a bit.
'No killing, so he starts off by trying to kill me. Nice.'
Lowering his stance and bringing his right fist forward, keeping his left back, Canaan assumed a crude martial arts stance. The only thing that he could promptly recall at the current moment. "C'mon, WAKE UP," he yelled at himself mentally."
Still, he remained on the defensive. Like he were trying to find just the right moment to attack, the opening he needed to get in close so that he could start fighting. Trying to fight that sword with a direct assault while his body wasn't properly acting would be a critical mistake.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:32 pm
Yoshiro had entered the Exhibition Arena of the GTB, a tournament he would have loved to join, but he had been too late. And he had been busy with other things, what exactly those things were, he could not remember. Either way, hhe had entered the arena in his regular fashion. Calmly striding around, his body held straight and his hands on his back, each one in the other's sleeve.
He wasn't out to kill anybody and those able to would be able to sense that he had a calm mind-set. He observed the fights going on around him and looked at the arena's that were empty. He shrugged and decided that the least he could do was take a gamble right? Fights weren't till death around here so he didn't see the harm. Swiftly he jumped in to one of the empty arena's, pushing off with minimal effort, only slightly bending his knees. He landed in the same fashion, only bending his knees. Now in the centre of the arena, he sat down, closed his eyes and spread out his thin cloud of qi. It would spread out up to twenty feet around him and warn him if anybody disturbed it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:52 pm
Yoshiro's opponent had soaring the sky above the Exhibition Arena, scanning the landscape, and searching for something that resembled a landing pad. Once he spotted one, the flying contraption known as a Helicopter, soon lowered from the sky. Descending toward the ground, and eventually meeting it. Engine had stopped, and the rotor slowed. Halting once the speed decreased. Out stepped the passenger, whom was also, Yoshiro's opponent. Striding toward the arena, and lowering himself down into it. Instead of making his presence known, if it wasn't already, he simply waited. Noting each movement his opponent made, and waited for some sort of interaction. King roared, sounding like that of the animal he dressed like, and made his way closer. Strolling across the floor of the arena, and stopping once he was a decent distance away from his opponent. Giving his opponent breathing room, and the choice of accepting the fight. It wasn't like the prized fighter, at all, in fact, he usually enjoyed ambushing people. Loving the reaction his opponent(s) usually gave him. Who would expect getting jumped by a Luchador, that resembled that of a Leopard? I'll answer that for you. Nobody.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:00 pm
As King disturbed the qi floating around Yoshiro, the man kept his eyes closed for a little while longer. Not completely grasping the face the man in front of him had. Either way, he couldn't keep his eyes closed forever so eventually he opened them. Not surprised by the fighter any-more, he stood up calmly, pulling the qi back in his body. The roar of King however had passed by Yoshiro so the dragon appeared on his shoulder.
He then slid one foot back, placing his right perpendicular behind his left which was pointing towards King. His feet were a bit further apart then shoulder length. His right hand was held losely in front of his chest and his left was held forward, with the arm bend downward and the palm facing King.
Yoshiro had taken on his defensive stance and the dragon spoke, "Let's start."
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