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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 1:52 pm
Description: Unlike last year, the stone platform has been removed, making the entire ring nothing but a sandy ground. A twenty foot wall surrounds the ring to protect the audience in this open ceiling stadium. Field Measurements:Ring: 70 yard diameter Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins. The flying rule remains, as well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:38 pm
Hey look, sand. Lots and lots of....how big is this place?
Esouna fluttered down into the arena, hands on her hips and frowning as if she were Tinkerbell +2. The two-foot tall woman stopped her buzzing hummingbird-like wings as she touched the floor, but the audience didn't really hear that because they were bitching about not being able to see one of the fighters very well. Already, Esouna was gathering negativity.
She brushed her bare feet on the ground, and pulled her gray hair back behind her head in a simple knot. That would be hell to undo, but this isn't the kind of fighter that thinks that far ahead. Her ripped-up black clothing, plus tanned skin and age wrinkles--probably 40 years old, to the guys with close seats--made her look kind of trashy. This body had been used.
She just stood there, looking around the arena. Some betters were just handing over/asking for their money right now, upon seeing Fighter #2. Looked like an easy win for the other guy.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:24 am
A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES
Since Blue Steel didn't show up.
The match will end on Sunday at 10:00 AM Central.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 1:39 pm
++++Valentine would begin to arrive sorta. Well, physically he was there but mentally he was still knocked the ******** out. What was it with these tournaments? Did the fights always have to be in the morning? Why couldn't there be like the midnight brawl our something? Oh well, such was the shitty luck of a fighter right? Anyways, our gorgeous hero would be entering the stands, nimbly dodging those in the crowd. If one didn't know any better you'd think he believed them to have the plague, but chances were he probably did. That brought him around to his next question, why the ******** must the crowd at every fighting event be filled with people who are just nauseating to look at? Sure, the Dark Tournament had an excuse what with all the demons and what not, but the GTB didn't. Matter of fact, where the hell are all those damn demons comin' from? There were just some questions that would never be answered.
++++Now, back to the important part. Once Valentine had navigated his way through the audience he would jump/slide down the barricading wall into the sandy pit. Good lord, was this terrible for his shoes he though, but such was the price for an easy entrance. The man's outfit was a very simple one, slightly baggy jeans, and a fitted green T-Shirt. Of course they were soon to receive a nice little coating of dust to alter their appearance, but such was life no? Valentine would begin to walk towards his opponent. As he watched her in the distance he was expecting her to start getting bigger. She never got bigger though. It would seem that his opponent was a pixie, fairy, magical freak of the forest thing. "Greaaat..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 1:53 pm
In the crowd, two men exchanged bets.
"1000 gold says the fairy knocks out the gay."
A snicker between them.
"You're on!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 8:13 pm
Every other dude in the crowd did their own idiosyncrasy of "wut", because the other fighter was not, in fact, BLUE STEEL. Some random narcoleptic who pushed through the crowd like he was the Queen of England. Yes, queen. That shirt was fabulous.
Anyway, Esouna found no issue with him, since she had no idea who her opponent was in the first place. Forget keeping up to date; she had better things to do than read. ******** you and your squiggly dotty things you call writing. Done with that thought, the fairy-thing grinned eagerly, and with one step forward, she dashed into the air. Her hummingbird wings buzzed furiously to rocket her right at her opponent. Surroundings blurred a bit as she raced toward the enemy, low to the ground and kicking up a trail of dust/smoke.
No time for introductions, because honestly, the audience couldn't give two and a half shits about talking, unless it was anime-style shouting of KAMEHAMEHA. Esouna wanted to beat the crap out of him and call it a day.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 1:14 am
++++Oh damn. So, the wings weren't just for show. Well, now days you can never tell. Why just the other day there were a couple of creepy nerdy chicks in wings runnin' around. As if running around in wings wasn't enough, they were hitting people with sticks yellin 'Fire magic.' What the ******** was wrong with kids these days? What happened to kids who just watched TV, and masturbated? Anyways, all this was irrelevant to what was going to happen as of right now. Lying horizontally across the small of Valentine's back was his Souba, which for now would remain sheathed. However, Valentine would move his right hand into a reverse grip on the hilt of weapon. Slowly his right foot would begin to slide backwards, making itself perpendicular to his leading left. Bending his knees slightly, he would shift his balance by distributing more of his weight onto his right. Now, all there really was to wait for the his opponent to get up in his face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:08 pm
And then the fairy abruptly pulled up, just before getting within melee range. Of course she wasn't going to head-on attack; what damage could she do like that? The first blow never hit. She learned that the hard way many times before. But this fakeout did have a bonus--see the trail of smoky dust? Now it was all in his face, probably making him cough and definitely obscuring his vision.
Phase 2. Since he would likely have no idea where Esouna was now--one would have to track her by hearing, and distraction makes that difficult--she would rush downwards to the ground behind him, going over the fighter's head. If everything went as planned, she'd keep up her flight and dash to his lower leg area, to grab the first thing she could get her little hands on. Then, locating by touch the exposed area between his shoes and jeans, cue the biting at said area like a ******** animal. Basically, she was going to chew off the guy's Achilles tendon, belonging to whichever foot she happened to grab.
Unleash the tiny fury.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:18 am
++++The first rule of fighting was to always keep your eyes on your opponent. This of course was slightly hindered, but not to the effect that his opponent might have wished. Because she flew so low, the trail of dust would spread out to the sides instead of going towards Valentine. If the dust did fly towards Valentine it'd obstruct her vision just a badly as it would his and this supposed coughing effect would be suffered from her far more than Valentine. This was of course because she was moving. Flapping her wings like a hummingbird had to be tiring, and probably made her take larger breathes inhaling more of the dust. With his opponent deciding to 'surprise' Valentine by suddenly removing herself from her former path to take to the skies, the dust would do little. The woman was small, and her wings were no doubt small. In order for their to have been a large dust wave her wings would have to create a large gust of wind, something they would be incapable of doing. Possible if she stood and flapped her wings for a while yes, but just suddenly changing direction? It was very doubtful. Keeping this in mind, Valentine would move a few steps backwards; squinting his eyes to get a better few of the opponent. For now, his breathe would be stilled to avoid what dust was able to reach him.
++++ Valentine watched her draw nearer to see that her target was obviously not in front of him. Once she had arrived so that she was behind him, Valentine would waste no time in turning around. Since Valentine's left leg was his lead, when the woman went 'hunting' it would more than likely be what she grabbed seeing as how it was the easiest to obtain. No time was wasted once she'd get her hands on Valentine's leg. Raising his right foot, he would bring it crashing down towards his opponent's head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:56 am
Apparently, the dust storm thing didn't work. Whatever. Esouna wasn't too bright; she couldn't come up with a plan that actually worked. The fairy thought a half step ahead.
This, however, was something that needed only that half step. She noticed the foot raise out of the corner of her eye--though, it helped that she had a large second pair of wings that happened to be sensory organs, not flying devices--and since he wasn't wasting time, she didn't have her mouth around something biteable by this time and could move quickly. She darted to her right, moving her whole body out of the way. Esouna was certainly agile; the air was her element. Since she was small, low to the ground, and had been right up in the opponent's leg, he'd likely stomp on his own foot when she was suddenly, well, not there. He didn't have time to stop his foot, if he trying to "crash" her skull in.
While probably recoiling from hurting himself, and dealing with balance regaining, Esouna worked forward and to the left to get around the guy's back. And then, cue the grabbing of his shirt, grappling. GRRRR, oh crap, what do I do now?
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:15 am
++++"SON OF A b***h!" Valentine would yell out as his foot crashed into his own. It was odd, he was glad he wasn't one of those men with huge a** boots. Ya know, what with all the not hurting as much and all. At the same time though, he was kinda pissed because it offered his foot less protection. Of course, even after his little accident he was still busy with this little thing that was flyin' around. He would move himself back into a stance while this thing got a hold of his shirt. It wasn't very pleasant at all, but such was the trials and tribulations of fighting little creatures. He had to look at the bright side though, Ebris would probably be pissed if he had to fight this. The thought actually gave Valentine a bit of a internal chuckle
++++Since, his opponent was latched on to his back he would reach around to his back with his left arm. It would reach to try and grab onto a leg of his opponent. What he'd do next really depended on whether or not he was able to obtain said leg. If he was he'd try and pry her off and slam her into the ground. Alternatively, if he wasn't able to pry her off he'd hold there and fall backwards on top of her. Of course his next move depended entirely on one factor whether or not he was able to get a hold of that limb.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:07 pm
It wasn't going to be that easy to get rid of this little thing. This time, spotting the moving hand was all thanks to her sensory wings and none from her eyes. Esouna relaxed her legs, pulled up with her arms, and accelerated her wings in a fluid motion to bring herself further up on the man's body. And then, she attempted to lock her legs around the man's neck.
Since the opponent reached around his back, he'd have to bring his left arm back around and above his head if he wanted to reach her again. Now, the fairy-woman pulled her arms around his head in attempt to reach a vital part of his body--the eyes. With her apparent ferocity and small hands, letting her get to either of those wouldn't be a good idea, because then there would be grabbing. While reaching, she growled like an animal in pursuit of her squishy prey.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:00 pm
++++There had to be something about this chick that was feeding her information. The way she moved as Valentine went to grab at her leg was evidence of that. However, there were far more pressing matters at hand. One such matter being that she was now choking him. Now, naturally when people are getting choked they more they're hands to whatever it is that's choking them. This situation would be no different. As his flow of air was being cut off, he would lower and tuck his chin to try and loosen the grip the his opponent held on him. His eyes would shut whilst this occurred which gave him a little protection against the clawing b***h. This was including him lowering and tucking his chin, to make his eyes not such an easy target. Although, there really was no perfect defense against something such as this. Both of his hands would reach for something on this woman, and the easiest for him to get his hands on would no doubt be those sensory wings. Of course, Valentine had no idea that's what they were, but he'd grab at them. If he was able to grip them though, he would pull as hard he could to rip those things out of her back.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 9:55 pm
Skin is rather flexible, so shutting the eyes honestly wouldn't provide too much defense if she really wanted to get at the white balls.
But here was a problem: since she was focused on the man's eyes, the opponent would succeed in grabbing her second wings. It hurt, and the position was stalemate, considering that both of they had a pair of important organs in danger.
Esouna acted anyway. Tucking his chin may have made his eyes a little harder to reach, but not that much, since her hands were pretty much on his eyelids and following them would be easy. So, with her hands now on his lids, she pushed down with her legs a bit to get better leverage--the horrible, tearing pain begins here as her sensory wings each get ripped in half--and with instinct and adrenaline, she pushed into his skull.
Really, Mr. Green Shirt's defeat her was inevitable. When forcing through the eye sockets, the next important thing is the brain. It's squishy, and important. Unconsciousness, yep. Brain damage, that too. The front of the brain wasn't critical for survival, so he'd likely still live, but this battle was over.
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