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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 2:20 pm
The fighting area is now much smaller than the previous arena type. 200 ft in radius, with a 100 ft in diameter platform in the center. The area between the platform and the high wall of the stands is 50 ft. There's something lying in this space other than usual sand and hard ground: water.
The water is no out of bounds, only the stands and beyond. However, the 6 ft thick platform is floating on top of water that is 30 ft deep, so the platform is bound to sway in balance whenever shifts of movement occur on its surface. Too much weight on one side can cause that side to become submerged in water for a few seconds before the balance resets itself.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:22 pm
[Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai II Round II: Omi versus Korag] [ Pre-Match] Appearance A 5’10’’ human man of 18 years, weighing in at 172 lbs. Long, wavy hair; dark brown-black, parted in the front and reaching shoulder length. Scantly pale skin, amber brown eyes. An "average-thin" build; arms are rather thin, although both legs are slightly more stocky. Shoulder-blades protrude more than the norm.
A pair of spectacles rest upon his nose, earpieces in place; dark frames, thin-wired. Non-prescription glasses; cosmetic only. Round-framed with lens just about the size of his eyes. Teeth, an off-white, are all rather average save the four canines, which are particularly jagged; almost stereotypically "vampire-" esque, though this is merely a coincidence.
Dark cotton shirt, sleeves coming mid-length of either arm; in matching material and hue, a pair of pants - cuffs reaching right to the top of either foot, two pockets at either side and slightly "modernized" in overall production, thus having a bit of weight to its form. Two plain, "short" socks; no design or specific texture. Over these, two boots - very tight cured leather, a dark sheen to them; flexible yet very sturdy, comes to a rounded point, 5 lbs. 3 oz. a boot. Inclined treads, for a mixture of good traction and mobility. Top of said boots rise above the pant legs up to roughly 4" above the apex of the sock lines.
Aside from the above apparel, there are three items Barsait wears which bear significant importance in mentioning.
i. BODY APPAREL: Chain Mesh: Linked together in a weave of metal, this thin one-piece suit of metal (only 1/3rds an inch thick) lies beneath all of the young man's clothing. The only areas one can truly get a good sight of it, would be along the bare arms, and right at the neckline of the above mentioned shirt. Nice, clean, durable steel; inner rings being a diameter of 10 mm. Surprisingly light at seven kilograms, it is rather adaptive to freestyle movement while still providing a nice defensive resistance against enemy weaponry - since otherwise, all a sharp blade would have to pierce, would be.. cloth.
ii. ARM APPAREL: Gauntlets: Cured leather, made sturdy for repeated use; these gauntlets are fingertip-less at the knuckles for enhanced dexterity. Extending along the wrists and capping off in a curved edge, the insides are made for comfort - tight on the skin as to maximize proper hand movements, whilst the exterior is made very durable. Along the upper region of either, is a burned circle - quite possibly the alphabetical "O."
iii. WEAPONRY: Division Blade: A one-handed sword with the handle space for two hands, though this would only be for powerful over-hand swings most likely, as it is made to move rapidly with merely a single hand utilizing it. The blade being made of the "proper" refining procedure of folding steel over many thousands of times. A modification of the originally two-handed Chinese saber of the Republican era "Miao dao," this blade has a number of specific parameters.
-Narrow blade of 1.12 meters in length. Straight blade which curves (only slightly) from the halfway point to the tip; the bottom edge perfectly straight.
-A more "English"-style cross-guard where the handle and blade meet, oval in shape and quite durable.
-Thin, grooving leather straps of dark black hue wrapped about the hilt for better hold.
-Blade is overall rather lightweight; .9 kg total not including the handle space. A rather interesting note: the pommel (piece capped on the bottom of the sword's handle, not wrapped in leather) is actually rather hefty in comparison to the rest of the sword's structure, around .5 kg by itself.. possibly for counterbalancing purposes. The hilt, all in all, is made of a strong mixture of refined steel and silver. The blade itself, stainless steel with the edge made of heavily sharpened tungsten along the edges. Lightweight but with enough weight, able to make an impact; therefore an ideal weapon for this individual. ------------------------ The Day before Round II.. Within one of the massive arena ground halls, Omi Barsait - just recently victorious from his first bout yet so soon to enter the second - was attempting to get some information on his opponent. All the swordsman had handy currently.. was the fighter's name. Korag. That did little to aid him; so, quite simply, Barsait paid a spectator of Arena 12's [Matthew Kurios vs. Korag] bout who seemed rather versed on the tournament's history. However, when the knowledge that Omi was in fact the one facing Korag came into the conversation, the informant - a rather short old man wearing a gentleman's cap, started to laugh fiercely.
"You're fighting that thing!? Listen, your spectacle against Mooo was entertaining, but you stand no chance against this titan! Hoh!" Seeming oblivious of the mounting irritation growing in Omi's expression, the old man stifled his laughter, before reaching into a sealed pocket. Procured from this, was a color photograph; freshly taken only days ago. Turning the front to Omi, the old man spoke ominously: "Your opponent."
An immediate cringe shot across the mercenary's face. It was a camera shot from the stands during the day of Korag's fight. The camera had a decent zoom; while not all the details were readily viewable, enough was visible to make the idea click in the warrior's head faster than lightning: "The Hell is that thing?!! I've seen some demons in this tourney before, but.."
Chuckling briefly, though with a depressing tone to the laughter once warm - the man carried on a description. "Korag, winner of his round one fight. Wields a gigantic metal weapon like it was a twig; weighs over a thousand pounds they say, and stands several feet taller than the tallest men I've ever seen! I am terribly sorry to inform you lad.. but I won't withhold what I think is vital advice to your health. Try to fight him, he's going to break you over one knee." Withdrawing the photo, the old man spoke as though pouring forward advice from beyond Omi's years: "It's better to retreat and try again at tourneys like these another year, than not live at all! Think of it as bad luck, and work towards improvement in the meantime. Better to live-"
"AHEM!" Barsait interrupted with a very loud cough, no doubt fake - before nodding his head appreciatively for the information. "Thank you for the information, sir. I'll keep it all in mind. Though if you're trying to intimidate me for gambling purposes, your mistaken in thinking you'll succeed." Grinning as the old man laughed in a sheepish manner - the to-be Round II participant walked onward past the elderly gentleman, now very perplexed. [ The Match Begins.] One hand after another grasped the edges of the eastern side of the platform lying within the center of this arena. The platform rocked and swayed; until finally, none other than Omi Barsait slid onto the surface of the 100 ft. diameter platform to the roar of the crowd. Both cheers, and calls for his death; not much different from last round, naturally.
Clothes all damp, they didn't retain much water and thus didn't inhibit the swordsman. Though as the young man's long hair fell to either side of his face, the obvious difference in the arena grounds wasn't lost on him. A rickety platform that seemed to sway every second.. even with just him on it. And all around, that deep blue water; swaying and making just the most barely audible noise amidst the crowds' screams.
Deciding to stand proper and walk two steps forward so as to not be at the direct edge of the platform - both of his dark boots clashed together, the fighter standing upright, arms at either side. Immediately, a brief analysis began in the sharp eyes of this contestant: "He's a no-show so far.. but I get the feeling he'll be here plenty soon enough. I barely tipped this damned platform over by myself, too; if the guy really weighs over a thousand pounds, we'll be flipping into the water easily. However, I think I can deal with swimming and maneuvering rather fine, and given there's a good 30 ft. depth to the water, diving's plausible. My downsides are, the arena's going to feel a lot smaller than usual - if he can close in, I'll be in trouble. I can probably get in a few good hits and such, but against something that massive.. hn. However, his weight's going to be an issue in maneuvering around this arena, something fierce. I have to keep that in mind and exploit it."
There was one very major thought at the back of the brooding swordsman's head - linked with all of the water about him. Something much of the crowd was lamenting or outright laughing over.. you see, from the original [GTB], Omi was well known for his bizarre take on fire creation and manipulation. It didn't take long to put two and two together: if water's abound, obviously, fire use would be difficult.
.. However, sometimes the obvious conclusions are grossly incorrect. It wasn't that hot out, that day; nor that humid save the vapor in the air from the waters below, yet Barsait was uncharacteristically sweating. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion; a choice that had to be rather dire for him. "If I'm going to succeed at this.. I can't play my usual games or try and make this into something entertaining for both sides. It is unfortunate, but the advantage offered to me is too great to pass up, even if inherently lethal for my opposition. Unless a great deal of luck rains over us.. I'm afraid, lethal discourse is a necessity."
[CHARGE]
Outstretching both of his gauntlet covered hands, the fingertips extended fully - and from each finger, sprouted.. a 3" diameter snake-shaped red "light." Ten total, Barsait began to point towards his left and right with their fitting hands respectively, 5 serpents shooting off into the waters; north and south. The "heads" of the serpents submerged into the water depths.. and there, they remained, much to the crowd's curiosity.
His four fangs clashed together in a calculated, though still wild grin - waiting for the one called "Korag" to make his entry. The rate of fresh sweat flowing down this contestant's flesh began to accelerate, as the outstretched hands kept tense - never relaxing.
Suddenly, something was foreboding about this arena.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:07 pm
Korag was no demon; true enough, he was not human, but he was human-esque enough to be considered human-like. He walked on two legs, most of the time, anyway, and he was able to form sentences, though sometimes broken apart. Did it make him all the way human in anyway, no, it did not, but he was close enough. Korag was not the questioning type, so he didn't bother asking around in an attempt to scope out his opponent, all he knew was the man's name.
Korag had entered the arena, now surrounded in water, with a look on his massive face. The look said 'Ooh, fun, yet.. I can't swim, s**t' It could be troubling, he knew. As he took a leap onto the large circle which was seemingly floating ontop of the water, he felt the balance shift, and the entire stadium tilted towards him, causing his feet to attempt at gripping the ground with his toes, which worked, but very little.
This fight was going to be hell, Korag knew it. He payed no attention to the serpents, simply grabbed his weapon with one massive hand, but did not lift it from it's spot. He had a plan already, and as the side of the stadium where Omi was at tilted towards the air, Korag waited. What an interesting fight this would be.
-Sorry it's not as long as yours. I hope this proves to be entertaining for you and myself.-
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 9:05 pm
It was a whole different view, seeing his opponent in person versus the single view of a photograph. Of course, the old man's guess on Korag's weight seemed substantiated; Barsait clashed his teeth and squared his knees as the massive fighter landed on the platform, using the treads on his leather boots to keep traction - not as much as the mercenary would like, surely, but enough to keep standing.
Omi's eyes did not waver even as his end of the platform rose upward. Instead, both of the swordsman's arms stayed outstretched - fingertips all extended to their maximum, the signature serpents this fighter possessed glimmering beneath the water surface. "Korag doesn't seem to be all that aggressive a fellow pre-battle after all.. perhaps all that talk of him being some kind of bloodthirsty demon was bullshit plain and simple. Still, no point in taking the risk.. and especially now that I'm this far along."
Straining to open his mouth, Omi Barsait yelled across the platform span: "Good luck to ya." - voice carrying the sentiment across. No point in not being cordial, even if the chance of them tearing eachother apart or killing one another was definitely in the air. They were fighters, after all - it came with the territory. But one thing was for sure: something unpleasant was brewing in the murky waters..
[CHARGE]
Finally, part of the semi-transparent snakes' agenda was revealed! Five spots on each side of the platform, totaling ten along the water, shone bright white for but a moment - before a sound similar to flowing gas filled the arena grounds.. for good reason. Varying patches of water, all in the ballpark of several feet in diameter, shone bright for but a moment before singing upward in what appeared to be a thick, dreadful mist. As one serpent finished its job, that serpent would then float upward and hang in the air amidst the "mist" - the crimson red spectacles of light all pointing in Korag's general direction, until all ten came into the air's domain. The left hand's five serpents hung a little lower off the ground; maybe three feet, while the right's hung a good six or seven feet above.
One might speculate just what that mist was - but more curious arguably, was Barsait's reaction to it. His arms were.. shaking. As though something was trying to strain loose from his grip; his wild grin never once fading, though both of his eyes were now rapidly glancing about. At Korag, at his own hands, at the platform elevation.. after all, he highly doubted the undoubtedly larger fighter would remain still for too much longer - especially with the platform easing upward like a scale..
The match had began in full.[Nah, don't worry about it; substance over length, though a combo's always nice I'd like to think. This should be a pretty enjoyable match.]
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 7:33 pm
Korag didn't like what was happening, with the floating magical snakes, and all. Which is why he didn't rush his opponent in an all out rage, aiming to rip him apart and splatter him all out across the arena floor. No, he had to be more careful, he had to watch, to observe, to see just what those snakes were there for, and to make sure that he didn't accidently stumble into Omi's trap; then again, he knew that by not rushing him, he was taking a chance anyway. So, Korag was going to attempt something mildly entertaining.
Around his waist, his only clothing article, actually, hung a massive piece of sturdy cloth that he tied around him as a sort of robe bottom, or something. Quickly, Korag ripped the cloth loose from his bottom half leaving him naked, standing there in the nude. A few people in the crowd almost got sick, and some other's actually ran out of the stands gagging, but that wasn't what mattered. Part of Korag's future plan was going to depend on the cloth, so he used it otherwise.
His right hand, which hand been on the handle of the massive metal rod and ball, gave an easy yank and pulled the weapon loose from it's holder. Korag quickly wrapped the cloth around his left hand and then tied the cloth tight to the mid-section of the ball and rod. Now, most people would probably think 'He just made himself a flail with cloth, what good would that do him?' Not a whole lot of anything if it were normal cloth, that was for sure. The cloth was treated in many substances to strengthen it, to avoid wear and tear, and to avoid rips. So, that was all good. Not to mention, the length of the cloth was a decent length.
As wide as Korag's waist was, the cloth was longer because it wrapped around his back and was pushed down into the middle of his back to hold the garment in place. Now, the cloth was probably a good ten feet or more in length, and with about two feet wrapped around his hand, and another two feet wrapped around the pole and tied tight, the beast had a six foot long flail now with a massive weapon that he could wield with ease. Korag let out a signature roar, put his weapon in his left hand with the cloth hanging to the side, and made his move.
As Korag let out his roar, the crowd went wild, and the sudden noise infuriated Korag. Not to mention, when he looked at the snakes, he was reminded of the serpentine looks of the dragons that had killed his tribe, burnt down his hut, and robbed him of all sense of security; he hated those snakes. Even more, he hated Omi as he seemingly gained pleasure from using those snakes, for summoning them, for freely using them to terrorize the ogre, scaring him. However, he was mad, and was entering his rage, he still held on to a slight thread of intelligence, so he made his actual starting move by doing something that some people considered a waste of energy, and some people in the stands considered smart.
The ogre took a straight up leap, gaining a pretty good height of about four feet, before falling back down. In succession to the first jump, however, Korag leapt to the side, and jumped again, his massive weight smacking into the ground and causing water to leap up onto the edge of the platform next to him. Now, this is where things were going to get messy. Korag took one final leap, but this time, he did something strange. He did not land on his feet, but instead, he landed on his stomach. As soon as he did so, he smacked his closed fist hard against the stone ground and created a dent. Not only did he created the dent with that, when the large steel ball smacked the ground, it also created a dent.
So what happened was this. The platform would virtually be a straight diagonal arrow now, with Omi standing upwards as the platform slid down towards Korag. Now, Korag grabbed on to the massive hand grips that he'd created, and waited. Now, this whole move could prove bad for Korag; he'd just have to see.
[There, gave you some length. >> ]
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:50 pm
Interestingly, the larger fighter was not rushing Barsait as one of his scenarios depicted.. rather, the massive man of a race Omi had no knowledge upon, began to disrobe. The swordsman was far too eager to make a metaphorical 'dent' in his opponent to really care what Korag wore - or didn't wear, for that matter - although one could almost say the swordsman's grin faded into a slight cringe.
Barsait felt his fingers tense, as though clawing into some imaginary substance in the air - his plans were nearly complete! Yet, nowhere near so foolish as to ignore what his opponent was doing, the mercenary watched the behemoth toy with that cloth of considerable length; twisting it about until one end secured Korag's hand, the other, the fighter's weapon. With how massive the metallic portion of the "flail" seemed, one could assume the cloth would break easily with but a hint of stress. Omi reconfirmed one thing in his mind to sway such thoughts: "C'mon, you've seen people do everything here from sending out a little army of machines to turning the place into the lowest layers of Hell, this isn't so far-fetched. So, you're going to try and close the distance with a long range attack, ah? Well-"
All of Barsait's thoughts scattered briefly as Korag roared into the heavens, first silencing than bringing the crowd to a full uproar! A display of strength or pride, neither were in his interest - for once, the swordsman was so eager to try out his next attack. It wasn't until Korag began his ascent into the air, that the smaller fighter's eyes widened whilst a groan escaped his parted lips. ".. Surely, he's not going to.." One more massive leap later, and this dark clad young man had his answer - his entire body sliding down rapidly towards Korag, whom meanwhile was securely mounted via the new indentations he'd created.
Korag using his immense weight to bring Barsait closer was a scenario the swordsman had thought of, but not quite like this - it was all he could do to muster his left hand forward. The swordsman's boots offered a little resistance along the hollow stone surface of the platform, but only for a few brief moments before he plummeted forward, upper torso first. Right towards Korag's relatively secure mount, right towards the fresh waters..
Yet rather than fear or confused shock, a sudden veil of rage shook this fighter's entire foundation; left fingertips performing two actions. The thumb and index fingers struck together in a soft 'snap,' whilst the remaining three fingers tugged towards Barsait's own palm - gesturing in Korag's general direction. At the snap, a new sort of "roar" deafened the crowd.. for it sounded as though three massive explosions ripped across the northern front of the platform. Suddenly, the heat levels in the arena were much, much higher..
An explanation of events was in order. Firstly, one would need to understand what Barsait's signature super-natural ability, the [SERPENTINE MANIPULATION], was.TECHNIQUE [Serpentine Manipulation]
Able to procure an apparition-like extension of himself, Barsait's mainstay in the form of supernatural abilities is this one. These extensions come in the form of red, mildly transparent serpent-like figures; easiest to control with the fingers, Omi often procures several of them from his hands.
By themselves, they are harmless. One could for example, "touch" or be in contact with them, and essentially - it would be like running one's hand through a ray of light. No harm done. It is therefore not they themselves, but what they bring - that is the danger.
Using this simplistic image to explain how flames usually spawn is best in describing the Manipulation's abilities. Boiling it down to its basics: Omi can ignite flames from oxygen - thus creating rather "oxygenated fire" from the air itself. Putting it simply, he bypasses the above cycle by merging the "Oxygen" and "Fuel" phases into one step in order to produce the third, "Heat."
Creating said flames, the "serpents" are then like guidelines for the fire. And by controlling the serpents' paths and shapes, so too does Omi control the flames he has spawned. Thus, the danger - and free form nature of his ability. An example of this technique in use besides just sending tendrils of fire at an opponent: contracting the serpents around one's fist, producing a very rudimentary set of "flame knuckles." Furthermore: the flames themselves [at least in his control] normally won't cause his own person harm. His body naturally repels the potential self-damage via the true bulk of the "serpent" mass in his body repelling said flames through the pores of his skin; one could make a simple metaphor out of this by equating it to two similar polarities repelling one another. Not a guaranteed method of defense against Barsait's own attacks, but effective none the less.
In the core nature of this technique, then, lies great potential use if we think of the basic examples above.
Hydrogen gas. 
The infamous "Hindenburg" airship explosion is probably the most famous example of Hydrogen Flames. Once exposed to friction or flames, hydrogen feeds a flame immensely and is highly explosive, reaching temperatures well above 560°C - and if not already a vigorous flame, it burns rapidly in the air thanks to exposure to moisture. And sure enough, the waters below assured plenty of that in the immediate air.
However, the above imagery and many individual's recollection of Hydrogen Flames holds one inaccuracy that would prove lethal. You see, pure Oxygen-Hydrogen flames do not hold the vivid colors the above tragedy did. Likely, the vivid red flames described in the above event were caused thanks to other substances in the exterior of the airship burning along with the hydrogen, giving it the hue it held; by itself, such flames are in the ultraviolet range, only barely visible. Therefore, the screaming flames now in Barsait's possession were visible - but quite faintly, almost semi-transparent. And even funner, was the fact hydrogen flames ascend rapidly in the air, making "lifting" them about with Omi's technique very, very fast.
In short, water is arguably the greatest fuel for Omi Barsait's attacks possibly available. And to his great fortune, there was an abundance of it all around he and Korag - even some on the hollow platform now!
Unfortunately, Omi wouldn't be able to send ALL of his serpents into volatile explosions - only five, and even then, he was only able to call towards him rapidly three of the snakes. Yet, they all three had full "payloads" - masses of searing hot flames, all three around the size of an average human adult. There wasn't time to do anything too technical with them either; as the swordsman plummeted through the air, he couldn't tell if the water or Korag would be what caught him, and neither sat with him too well.
Therefore, he thrusted his left palm at Korag just as they neared one another - the three masses of hydrogen flames screaming towards Korag from Omi's left, Korag's right like three banshees from Hell. Unfortunately, hands grasping those two dents so tightly, Korag would find escaping these masses of flames which were coming towards him rather quickly a "daunting" task, to say the least.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:02 pm
Omi was playing with fire, but the saying was reversed this time, Korag actually was going to get burnt, but not in too bad a way. It was simple, Korag seen the barely visible flames as they shot forward, Omi's left hand coming down towards Korag. This is where things were about to get interesting, because this move was either going to fail, or it was going to work, and Omi was going to be suffering massively for it. Korag had already entered his rage, so his reactions were quicker, but his senses were dulled because of how his mind reacted, so what happened in the duration of the following seconds was this.
First, the flames rippled across Korag's right side, but his right arm had already moved when he seen him. This arm reached across and over his left hand, smacking into the stone on the other side of it, HARD. This created another dent that his hand could fit into, so, as the flames ripped across his side, immediatly burning his flesh, causing a slight hint of discomfort because of his dulled sense of pain, just like a user of PCP, his right hand gripped tightly into the hole, and he let go with his left hand.
Immediatly his body swung sideways, his arm and wrist twisting with his body as he struggled to maintain his grip on the hole. Problem with this was, it was uncomfortable because of how it was gripped. His hand was gripped the hole while his wrist was turned backwards and his arm was up over his head. He knew that he couldn't hold a position like that for long, but he just needed to score a good hit on Omi, hopefully getting rid of the rest of those snakes. The flames had worked a number, but now, Korag was moved to the side, just past where the flames had moved. He suffered horrid burns on his right side that he would feel later, but it was okay, he was going to win this fight; he was determined.
Now, what happened that was going to hit Omi(hopefully) was that Korag's left arm swung upwards, the one holding the newly created flail, and aimed to smack right into Omi's falling form. If it hit his legs, it would likely shatter them. If he was falling headfirst, he could probably say that his brains would be getting pushed out of his ears, and if it hit his chest, there was a good possibility that his lungs would be crushed. If it missed, Omi had a chance to redirect the flames, and Korag really had no place to go.
[Man, I am so sorry I haven't posted until now. My internet got shut off, and my dad just payed it today because he just now got payed. I wish that we could have had a bit more time.]
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