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 Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:09 pm
exalibur wielder answers "yeah."
"dog"
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 4:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 5:06 pm
((...If that's a forfeit, I am dissapointed.
...And further, there wasn't a death move in my last post. You're alive.
Good fight, Raine.
...If I may ask, is something wrong? It's not like you to give up.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:35 pm
((Bad day.
Bad week.
I don't want to forfeit, but it's just getting too hard to keep up with this. I suppose I'll keep going, if you don't mind my posts being probably about weeks apart, since I don't have time to post most of the time.
And Steve...
I'm so sick of all you jerks and your "you have to justify your fake roleplaying actions with science." Everything about fighting with powers is fake, so if you really want to get scientific, you might as well start bashing everyone's abilities. Why do I have to justify something completely fake and made up with science? I mean, of course there needs to be logic in a roleplaying post, but that only goes so far. There isn't really logic behind fighting with made up abilities and superhuman characters.
However, I don't really care. If you want to null my statement about darkness being faster, go ahead. I heard that info from someone a long time ago, and I'll admit I never bothered to see if it was true.
So, feel free to piss me off more if you want.
EDIT: Oh yeah, I never said darkness either. I -did- say dark energy though. There is a difference.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:51 pm
((...
Holy s**t.
Steve, she just owned you badly. BADLY.
So badly, I actually am gonna have to post a picture of how bad she pwned you.
I belive that fits.
And uh...Raine, it's perfectly alright if you forfeit. I'll consider it a win still, but I also won't consider it actually beating you...if that makes sense. Kinda like winning by time out, it just doesn't...feel right.
...Meh, good fight Raine. I'll be cheering you on in your next O/M match.
Good luck, and I hope your week gets better.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:05 pm
((x3
Thanks, Fas.
It was a good fight, and I declare you the winner.
:3 Nice job.
Hopefully we can fight again, maybe when I have a break from all this school stuff and other things going on. x_x))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:03 pm
Wearing his glasses for a minute, the man checked the list of "victims" which had volunteered to be his test subjects for today's spar. Having his hood down, the only reflecting thing that gave his expression away was the small glasses he wore, his bloody red hair getting in his eyesight a bit.
And wearing that lovely dark cloak he had on him almost all the time, he waited for the first victim to appear for today.
((Blarg. Crappy intro, but it gets the job done! x3 ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:11 pm
[Huht, :Flex:. To those curious . . . Having a spar with my character, Omi Barsait here. Note that, due to the nature of my LAST official match, this spar will time-wise, have taken place before Barton Branch Round III: Omi Barsait versus Lazenca Miranda. For obvious reasons. XD;] An uncomfortable step or two led Omi Barsait of the [Barton Branch] division into the eastern passageway leading into the arena. Boot en' covered feet giving one soft step after another across the sandy grounds, fierce sunlight dipping down at his eyelids and forcing them slightly shut; the mercenary was, again, standing in the Arena. As he would be once more the next day, for the inevitable - and later victorious - match against Lazenca Miranda.Appearence {As of Pre-Lazenca Miranda} Heavy, leather boots dark as obsidian, lined either of this young man of perhaps, seventeen years of age' feet. Tied securely, top of each extending over his legs & jeans a bit; treads on the bottom built for long travel, though also for keeping one secure on a surface. His next bit of apparel from the bottom up, would be the common pair of dark jeans. Perhaps, not quite as black - at least, same as his boots - but still rather dark, matching his shirt rather well, though that was yet to come in description. The jeans were more of a comfortable bit of apparel, though they did allow for quite a bit of ease in range of motion. Simple in design, they gave way upward to the cotton shirt; Omi wore a different one this day than his norm. Sleeves coming down to his upper-mid arm, it was a rather sturdy shirt; still allowing quite a level of free motion, though, rather similar to a common T-Shirt.
Following this, was a pair of leather gauntlets coming from the hands, to the mid-arm. Almost a mixture of a knuckle & bracelet, these two gauntlets were rather dark, with white embroidery lining their edges; mixtures of leather and trace metal made them rather durable, no doubt reinforcing a punch or two. Fingertip-less, they did not detract from dexterous actions. However, a small slab of steel, or a hand plate, lined each of these gauntlets; gray, highly compressed steel, and an engraved 'O' in both, dead center both horizontally and vertically. A circle, the Latin character 'O'? Matter of irrelevant debate.
Finally, lining the skin between his gauntlets & the t-shirt - and from his lower neck, to wrists, to just above his feet, twas a chain mesh. Mixtures of highly compressed iron, and trace amount of materials which one could easily consider to be Unobtainium - it was rather heftier than the clothing he wore otherwise. Yet, it helped alleviate blunt force, helped deal with extreme temperatures, helped alleviate pressure against him.. all in all, the quality of a high class, bulkier plate of armor - in a form that still allows considerable movement freedom. And Omi was no stranger to the weight, thus, his movement was not inhibited like one would quickly assume otherwise.
Dark, wild hair strewn about & some of the bangs coming down over his eyes - just vaguely pale skin - amber brown eyes - a bit taller than average, though not considerably - and, rather thin, though he held a hint of muscle. Perhaps, a bit lanky, but irregardless. The mercenary had one final element of apparel to be addressed: a sheathed blade in lacquer leather, hanging quietly upon his right-backside. The handle looked rather interesting, coated in strips of leather & dark-blue cotton.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:28 pm
No response. Taking his glasses off, the man casually looked to the side at where the opponent stood, giving a soft stare. "Well well, again it looks like there's another opponent that uses special armor for defense....great." He muttered under his breath, obviously distasteful with sarcasm. A soft sigh befell his lips as he turned fully around, the list on his hand shattering into millions of frozen pieces, along with his glasses as well.
Impressions underneath the cloaked figure hinted of some sort of armor, especially near the arms and vital areas like the heart and chest. Reaching up, his red eyes gazed with a fierce intensity that doesn't match with his abilities of elements, most particularly the freezing temperature surrounding his body.
Removing the hood now, he finally looked at the opponent face to face, his arms and elbows betraying adornments of bracers, a sleek ivy design on the cover, fully customized to withstand even the mightiest blows from a warhammer.
Unlike the armor Unobtainium, his was designed and created in a different method, with the armor basing it off of the principle of absorbtion and strengthening techniques; in other words, the more strikes placed on the armor, the harder and stronger it becomes in defense. Lightweight and flexible, the biggest damages occur during the first few blows to the user wearing the armor itself, as a tradeoff for increased defense over an extended period of time.
The man continued to gaze at the opponent, Omi.
"I sent the invitation." He suddenly answered, withdrawing his weapon - a silver bladed katana - before swinging it around lightly in a warm up, listening to the hum of the blade in midair. Blowing a soft breath as he had it held close to his lips, a soft glittering moisture attached itself to the katana's lethal edges, giving it a brighter reflection and a more misty feel due to the moisture playing tricks to anyone looking at it...
"Are you ready then, to fight?" He asked, lowering his stance a bit in battle-readiness.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:01 pm
"Hn . . " Catching the words muttered by his opponent, Omi responded whilst turning to face his opponent outright, backing up just a few feet for adequate spacing: "Heh, what? Little advantage here & there never hurts.. " It was unique, watching the seemingly useless pair of glasses along with that list Barsait never did get a clear glimpse of shatter unto oblivion; but, nothing surprising. Not to he, after what had occurred as of late . . In contrast to the fierce, red eyes which this man held, the mercenary's amber brown eyes merely gazed about his opponent. No doubt, Omi was attempting to get a basic concept of how the man postured himself . . what he wore, what weapons he may have exposed. Though, the latter proved pointless once this man procured his weapon - a silver edge. A blade he himself was familiar with . . .
. . But, not one he utilized. First, his right foot came forward. Then his left foot retracted, the lead foot a good two inches ahead of the hind leg, both a good four inches apart. Knees slightly bent, though only slightly; enough for a good run, but still keeping a keen sense of balance. Shoulders arching forward, head bowing just slightly below it's average height. Quickly, his left hand dropped down at the mercenary's side; before his right reached up - and grasped a handle of his own. One fingertip after another wrapping around that handle's cloth & leather. Grinning, the resistance of this blade's metal rung out loud; a sign of a particularly keen edge. And the sword itself, most likely, would not disappoint a spectator's eyes.Swordsmith Kuro's Creation: The Caladbolg Wrote
[Caladbolg]
The name translates, literally, to "Hard Lightning". 22 centimeter hilt. Blade length from the hilt itself: 40 centimeters. A sword guard made of the same material as the blade lays at the junction between the blade & it's handle, round in shape. Fashioned like an average straight katana, it has a strange design - for about ten centimeters down from the tip, it curves gradually to a decided point.
Spanning from the sword guard about two centimeters, is what is commonly referred to as a "Tanka"; a thin sheet of metal designed to lock the guard in place, as well as to maintain the weapon in it's sheath [commonly referred to as a scabbard.]
The handle is fairly long for a weapon such as this; square until the end, in which case, it rounds off. Obviously, the handle is made of an assortment of light metals [light traces of copper secreted in the middle, surrounded by silver], & dark blue & black cotton straps, both for grip and for functionality. A good strike from the handle would likely wound an opponent in and of itself, if with sufficient force. And, the lovely straps of cotton give it an almost ethereal & light design.
However, the blade itself, could only be described as 'magnificent'. Made of the metal called "Ghost Jade", which is a highly translucent metal with a white & light-blue glow emitting off of it. It is said, blacksmiths actually craft spirits into the blade, for Ghost Jade has never been documented to have been seen until crafted into any given object; but, whether one believes this or not, it cannot be denied that the blade holds an almost otherworldly aura. In fact, the metal is incredible in and of itself; less than 1/5th the weight of steel, but with an immense amount of durability & cutting power. Not to mention, a beautiful, fine edge.
A one-handed blade. Most katanas and weapons of the sort weigh in the area of three to five pounds. This weapon, however, is light as a feather; one pound at most, yet, would probably prove the better if pitted against a larger, much more weightier weapon. And, to support the theory that Ghost Jade is crafted, truthfully, with spirits - it is said, this particular weapon holds some otherworldly, unnatural abilities.. perhaps, hearsay as well.
Crafted by the swordsmith Kuro Tsuwamono in a gesture of kindness [and as a reward for aid in a small battle], this blade was given to Omi Barsait, a wandering mercenary of sorts. It could be said, there's not a sword in existence quite like it; and, it suits the mercenary quite fine. However, Omi was the one to name it.
It's speculated, he gave it the name after an old legend he'd heard of concerning a man whom wielded a two-handed blade named Caladbolg - a famed weapon that would make an arc of raw, rainbow translucent energy and split three hills apart in one fell blow. It was rumored, that the original Caladbolg was to be the predecessor to the legendary blade of numerous folklores, Excalibur. It's also famed to be a sister-weapon to the grand spear wielded by Cúchulainn of mythology, the Gae Bulg - a weapon forged via the spine of a sea serpent.
The Gae Bulg was rumored to only function at specific times, and when it pierced an opponent, it opened into thirty barbs - the only way to remove it, by cutting the foe's flesh off. Excalibur, on the other hand, was a famed two-handed sword with untouchable power, which was famed to designate any given man or woman the right to be a Lord of their people. So, it speaks for itself; for a blade to be affiliated with such monstrous, legendary weapons - that this sword itself, would be something to fear.
It is said by some that would have seen it, however, that what times he has wielded the blade - at times, it became hard to keep one's focus on the mercenary. However, this is likely hearsay.Panning out of his sheath, the right hand held that sword casually flung it off his shoulder, before letting the blade slash forward vertically. That soft glow & edge pointing directly at Barsait's opponent, before finally, Omi outstretched his right arm - and gripped the handle with all of his fingers, save the thumb & right index. These two fingertips came farther up along the handle, reinforcing it a tad.. and so, in this stance, Mid-Crouch, Barsait gave off a nod. His right hand casually motioning the apex of the blade in a very small circle..
"Ah, so ya did send the invitation than? Good good, than.." His sword closer to Omi's opponent than himself, the swordsman's eyes merely locked on the red-haired fellow sharply. Despite his expression remaining friendly, those eyes were piercing in all interpretations of the word . . And for some reason, despite his toothy grin - the air about his feet & general person was so very warm.
"By all means. Here, take the first strike."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:43 pm
"......."
And just when the season is starting to turn warmer. Good riddance. For an ice user like Snow, there is nothing worse than competing against an environment which denies the maximum use of his abilities.
Which makes things more interesting, considering how much more trouble he will have to go through just to land a blow against Omi.
Cocking the blade back, Snow shifted himself to a side stance, his cloak beginning to flap against an unseen wind which blew past this arena softly. The body was kept at a 30 degree angle forward as Snow knelt down, resting his left ankle a bit on the cold, damp ground. Keeping his right leg poised, it spoke of an obvious sacrifice of defense, in exchange for speed and mobility in that posture. But while keeping the unsheathed sword next to his left hip, Snow gripped on it rather loosely with his right hand, taking a deep breath to prepare the attack which shall come soon.
More moisture began to accumulate around the katana's cold, sharp edge.
Although the katana might not be the same caliber as Omi's defined sword, it is still enough to hold its ground without much difficulty, even if the cutting power and durability of Caladbolg excels his own twin katanas.
For now, Snow will be using one katana to determine the opponent's strength, before initiating his other katana into....
That's another tactical scenario.
In an instant, Snow dashed off without so much a thought, covering the distance between himself and Omi with some quick footworking - the speed coming from the result of his right leg pushing off in a moderately bent position.
To any spectators, it's a suicidal dash to meet the Grim Reaper himself, judging from how crazy Snow's action is. However, before even reaching close to the lethal range of Omi's blade - approximately two feet away from the tip, judging the distance - Snow stomped down on the ground with his left leg, halting his momentum and transferring the motion into a centrifugal force clockwise, using his left heel as a fulcrum. Doing it prematurely helps prevent his body from bleeding off too much momentum, and with the length of his blade being approximately 4 feet, including the hilt, it is without question that Snow swung it too early.
Or did he?
Already revolving around himself once in a twist, Snow then stomped with his right leg on the ground immediately afterwards, closing the distance by just one simple step, and dealing a strong diagonal slash to Omi's right wrist in an attempt to make the opponent flinch, or even better, draw back.
This is a means to add strength behind his attack, as also to avoid the lethal range of Omi's Caladbolg.
Now the die is cast, and his slash is initiated towards Omi's hand as a daring means.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:41 pm
One could say, Barsait was a "Flame Manipulator" - though, to he, whether the weather was blisteringly hot or direly cold . . well, he didn't much mind either way. Regardless, that grin never left his expression as he watched the newly-made opponent come in at him. Never once, did Barsait stop twirling the Caladbolg's edge, perhaps idly, in the air; in those repeated circles with one fingertip guiding the blade..
Pupils darted to & fro. A kneel down, a right leg poised, a single katana . . a dash, a quick distance cutting motion . . the normal opponent perhaps, eying such a fellow stopping two feet away before even the blade itself, would not make a motion. However, Barsait was either more perceptive - or more arrogant.. for his grin widened at that very moment. A revolution of the body would find the mercenary's opponent stomping forward on the right leg, giving a powerful, diagonal slash . .
Impressive first play, the swordsman would admit.
However, if that slash's attention, powerful as it were, was to either cause Barsait to falter, or even fall back . . neither would be the outcome. That small revolution of Caladbolg - constantly twirling in idle, small circles in the air - was not just for show, or something Barsait did out of nervousness or anticipation. It was quite deliberate, and in this 'style', an integral element of how he would begin his own assaults. By rotating his wrist, at any one given moment, he could suddenly hurl his entire arm in any given direction with maximum speed - then slam the blade down or upwards in the direction desired with optimum thrust, so long as that circular motion kept strong. A very powerful and hard-to-predict zig-zag motion, basically. Actually a rather favorited stance of fencers, it was likely Omi had saw such a swordsman in play once, liked the concept, and incorporated a varied version of it into how he battled. Not unlike him, since he often enjoyed studying others in the art of warfare, like a hobby.
Regardless: The edge of Snow's four-foot blade was coming in diagonally. Barsait could have risen his wrist in the opposite direction of Snow's sword hand, causing the silver katana to hit air . . but, that would leave Barsait open, and he knew it. So, as the slash came upon him - he instead did something entirely different. His body shifted in to the left, just outside the blade's reach. Then, he coiled his right wrist - swinging the blade softly, without much force. Beneath Snow's elbow, where the katana would come dangerously close to Barsait's body - but not quite close enough- then around the elbow, then back over the arm; a quick semi-circle that would find Caladbolg closer to Snow's upper-torso & nearest shoulder than thought comfortable.
Meanwhile, his left hand, previously laying lazily at the side, revealed it's part; for if that position was held, Snow could easily place the katana against the mercenary's left side. Instead, sliding across his own chest, the metal handplate of Omi's left gauntlet swung it's own edge right at the silver katana in a powerful arc; letting the diagonal slash carry it's momentum and strike it, so as to keep it from hitting Barsait's body, or immediately retract & potentially impale him. Omi's eyes, again, were now on Snow's face as best as possible. Barsait had, in a number of movements, closed all remaining distance so they were closer than previously possible; it would take a moment to retract his right arm, but Caladbolg -could- come into Snow from Snow's left - and Omi's right - side. Meanwhile, the silver blade of Snow's was being kept at bay in a more useless angle; which Omi would stride to keep, if need be. And his legs were, as mentioned, slightly squared at the knees; so the likelihood of Snow merely kicking out the mercenary's legs was low.
Would Snow dart backwards, the mercenary rapidly pondered, and seek to put distance between himself and Caladbolg? Or, would Snow procure a second weapon, try and free his current one to get at Omi's gut, perhaps try to slam into the mercenary with a shoulder . . ?
The spar had begun.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:47 pm
As expected, things weren't going the way Snow had planned in the beginning. Rather assuming that Omi would just respond from the attack with an instinctive result, Snow didn't factor in that Omi would be able to judge before reacting...
Which Snow had miscalculated. Diverting his actions though, he still can do some factors before Omi could respond to them.
Hopefully.
With his Katana out of commission and the enemy's blade right next to his right shoulder, it was obvious that if he didn't move, his shoulder would recieve a gash, or even worse, the enemy can take a swing at the neck, cutting Snow's jugular artery and forcing an immediate fatal wound...
Which wasn't this experimentation's intent at all. To compensate for his preemptive strike, Snow, instead of backing off or draw out his other weapon, decides to follow that attack with the motion he had already created.
He was already moving in a clockwise motion towards Omi, with his right leg now the main fulcrum point of the body. Instead to just bleed it off there along with the currently useless position his weapon is in now, Snow instead lifted his left leg, and shifted his entire body to another half spin, using that to have his shoulder skim its way closer to Omi's hilt, his body pushed much closer than expected.
Quickly his left leg raised itself and gave a violent ankle-strike right at Omi's right torso, using the force to do damage to the opponent's armor joints. His left hand grabbed hold of Omi's right wrist, locking the opponent in place so that Snow can yank the opponent closer to continue the series of attacks...
Ignoring the fact that his right arm is dangerously close to the enemy's blade, Snow is putting a bit of trust on the armor to withstand the lethal edge enough, at least enough for him to get out of that position soon.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:31 am
((*Wonders where the opponent ran off to* eek ))
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