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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 8:27 pm
arrow Exhibition Arena There will be times when you're feeling a little rusty and need to keep yourself in shape, test out some moves, and see if you're ready for your next match. Fortunately, a place where a fighter can do that has been provided for the fighters' convenience, called the Exhibition Arena. It consists of numerous fifty foot diameter closed off rings with apron floors, and ceilings of up to twenty feet, where people can go into and get their fight on. Rules apply in that no killing is allowed. To keep any damage from happening outside the ring, a barrier is erected over each one 24/7. Both spectators and tournament participants can fight here, but a tournament participant must not be currently in a match in order to practice here. There are a total of 40 rings. When posting in one, make sure you keep informed in your post somewhere what ring you're in to avoid confusion.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 4:11 pm
{Ring # 25 }
There he stood. A ghost haired dhampir throwing varius blows from varius stances. All of them entertwining and leveling out to some jumble of a style. Finally, after a 'upper cutting elbow'.
Matthew began firing off hand signs. At first just the initial two. Manifesting the darkness under him, on his persons, and under his clothes. It all surged and expanded.
Piling particles of whatever physical substance it was. Creating eventually that same cloak that he had used in his first round. Two more hand signs. And two tentacles launched forward from where either shoulder would be.
Possibly as thick as a elephant trunk. As per in the first fight, and just as strong. Except underneath the darkness, Matthew would continue firing off signs.
More tentacles surged, the first two lashing out like fists at the 'invisible target point'. Three more followed. Once again launching blows before a fourth reached out on a lower level. Ankle level to be exact.
The appendage swept where the feet would be, curling a loop hold on the 'target'. Leaving the mass of shadow to spin. Chucking the opponent out of the ring should it have existed.
Yep. Training was always interesting for a being like him. In anycase, all the 'shadow appendages' whipped through the air. Swirling and contracting as the cloak itself expanded.
Forming a large spherical barrier that would slowly shrink as more spins were performed. And all in all he didn't even know if he was progressing to the next round.
Rediculous..
A thought in regaurds to the scenario of the judges choosing his opponent as the winner. That would quite simply be an outrage. Then again. Wouldn't be the first time Matthew got cheated.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:53 am
(( Ring 11 ))
It certainly took a while to get here. After the duel back in Eirmehz, and the confrontation with the opponent called James, the swordsman had went to search for some people he knew to get some research down during the brief pause in the semi-finals to the end finals for this tournament.
Particularly the research involving the powered use of Ki, or spiritual energy, as he recalls it. Having found no figurative way to combat against this strange power that resembles flames, but aren't flames at all...
He scratched his head, occupying one of the empty rings while he brooded over the subject. Over his period in ever constant wandering and fighting, the swordsman's uncanny luck of getting his a** kicked by..fiery users has given him something to be irked about. Of course, getting his a** kicked by people he knew are strong, that was his own fault.
Like the fight against Omi in the last GTB tournament, or against the opponent named James just a few days back...
He'll need to figure out some effective moves to neutralize or put fiery users like them at a disadvantage, if he meets any more people like them in the upcoming rounds.
But how?
"Hm..."
Both his swords were stabbed on the ground around him, while he did some visual imaging in his head to visualize how the fight would look.
If he did this, and the foe counters like that....no. It'll only expose his flank that'll lead him to being countered by a punch or kick. Or how about that, and then doing this...?
After an hour or so of just sitting there, it didn't do much help to the swordsman anymore as he got up, and started to experiment with some possible moves he can use.
If he can create a dense enough water or ice...like what he did when he fought James....and then add that with one of his favorite moves, using pressurized water as beams...
Even if it is melted or diverted, would it still be able to break through with its integrity, and cause a wide enough area of damage that throws most fire users into disarray?
"...."
He raised a hand into the air.
Theory doesn't become reality if he can't test it out.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:37 pm
A dragon. A great wyrm, red. The massive creature was sleeping, tightly coiled upon itself in one of the arenas. The bottom of the bowl-shaped stadium had become a lake of molten earth, one which the mighty limbs and tail of the dragon disappeared into. Snorting flame, the thing rest upon a jewel-encrusted throne of ebbing, semi-melted gold, watching the passage of time with lazy disinterest. Midus might have sent exterminators, but, it's a ******** DRAGON. It's very existence seemed to scream, "come and kill me and steal my treasure" but the call remained unanswered. The few that had tried in small little pockets of adventurers had been reduced to a crisp or worse, dunked in lava and eaten. None of them seemed to be able to pull off that 5-man raid s**t you'd expect from video games. So muster your army. Bring every steady hand and glory-hungry boy you can manage. Unite the banners of warring kings and march towards the paragon of destruction. Come and fight the dragon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:44 pm
James was there. "I'm gonna grapple the dragon!" He downed a bottle of grapple and threw the glass bottle to the floor, it shattering in a million little pieces! <******** THIS DRAGON! He pointed at it and then grinned wide. Retracting his pointing hand he turned the hand toward the dragon back of the hand first, the pointing finger extending perfectly. "Come on! You big ******** dragon!" Was this kid insane? NO! Grapple Fruit Drink made anything possible. Lights fall, cameras die. The Poster Boy of Grapple gulped deep as he looked at the director. "I don't actually have to fight the dragon right? It was just a commercial?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:53 pm
The only reply from the dragon was an exaggerated yawn, one that would make your skin red, melt candles, and burn your eyebrows off. Frankly, the mouth of the beast was large enough that the opening and closing of it moved enough air around that a hot wind lashed at James, the Director, and the camera crew.
Then came the steady rumble of the beast shifting its weight, stones falling loose from the ceiling as the whole stadium shook. It was a minor earthquake, one that sent the glowing lava sloshing from side to side.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:57 pm
"I don't actually have to try and fight that? Right?"
He said, back turned to the beast with his finger pointing at it and eyes wide. His eyebrows were gone. ******** man, his eyebrows were huge and he loved them and now they were gone. This dragon was starting to piss the young grappler off.
"No no, of course not. I mean, it might be cool to get a few shots of you like...Holding it."
The director said plainly, motioning James toward the giant monster.
James gave him the death eye and slowly creeped his way toward its nearest leg. He would hug it as if he was grappling that s**t then run like a nine year old. Was he afraid via fear aura? ******** yes; he wasn't no damn Paladin.
But if the dragon allowed him he would basically bear hug its big toe or something.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:58 pm
Now, this, was a ******** level 85 boss raid.
The only thing more difficult then the dragon sleeping before the eyes of one Tenris Stromborne, was the Cthullu encounter that the Gaian admins didn't add in yet because they were too busy milking the Gaian cash cows public.
But either way, it would be a great battle. After all, he was Tenris ********' Stromborne, High Knight of the Order of Force Majuere, well-versed in both the arcane arts and in physical combat.
Wait a second.
-pause-
-open ********, he has no potions.
Goddamnit. Tenris is a excellent tank, and capable at DPS and buffing/debuffing spells, but he needs a dedicated healer and another DPS to take the dragon down in a timely manner.
-checks ********, empty.
-checks Clan list-
Order of Force Majuere:
0 ********, all offline.
-changes party status from Active to: "Looking for Group"-
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:03 pm
The dragon watched James jump at its leg, which, was submerged in molten lava. The little man would probably rebound off the impenetrable scales and splash into the molten rock/gold.
That's a new tactic... it thought, with obvious amusement. The corner of its mouth even twitched up into a smile, revealing its sword-like teeth.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:07 pm
James held on for dear life, using his grapple grip!
He mumbled something about any God listening to save him or some s**t and then started climbing up its leg slowly but surely; using the small gaps in the scales like foot and hand holds in rock climbing. James was an out doors type person, he had done free climbing quite a few times in his life and was making good time.
Why was he climbing? To get the ******** away from the lava, of course. He didn't like the intense heat and obvious death awaiting him down there, he figured if he went higher he could find a part of the dragon more near solid ground and climb down and just walk back to the director, who was rolling film and taking photos relentlessly.
He was going to kick that fat assholes head in after he got out of this predicament.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:20 pm
Well, life more or less sucked for James. Not only was he basically crawling along craggy, bony scales... the dragon was almost as hot as the lava beneath. The heat of the beast was enough to burn one's flesh or cause the air around them to choke up in their lungs. It was a hellish place to be, crawling along the dragon's body.
It didn't seem to mind him too much though. Almost as if sensing the boy's earnest desire for vengeance ( though in reality the dragon was simply amused by the mortal and wanted to see what would happen ) the dragon flexed its tail. The appendage lifted up out of the lava, sending a frothy spray of liquid rock across the stands. What remained was a bridge of sorts across the heaving landscape of jagged rock that was the dragon, the leg leading up to the haunches, which would lead to the tail, and inevitably freedom.
As long as he was quick at least. The dragon's attention seemed to have shifted again, which meant there was no telling what it would do next.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:23 pm
SPRINT!
James went the which the dragon offered quickly, burned clothes peeling off as he ran. He didn't just stop once he got off though, he sprinted nearly naked except briefs right at the fat director.
What happened next was basically repeated breaking bones and screams. All was well in the land of GRAPPLE Poster Boy, James.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:39 pm
What the ******** was this? Gojira was King of the Monsters, yet here was some uppity dragon, refusing to let the puny humans kill him. Obviously he needed to be put in his place. "GWARRRRRR!"  GOJIRA, KING OF THE MONSTERS, CHALLENGES YOU!
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:39 pm
" That b*****d is nuts. This ain't a bear boy!!!"
Shaking his head out of sheer frustration on the stupidity of the grappler, the man watching conveyed the appearance of a pimp or slick businessman. Enveloped in a crimson fur coat draping over his shoulders, Hunk Hammafist stood there smiling with his trademark golden teeth and black scruffy braided around the jawline. If there was a metal detector, the sensors would be roaring relentlessly. Standing approximately at six foot six with a hairy chest, tan skin, small afro, and Aviators shades was the exiled mage turn drug dealer Arthus Le Wolfe.
" What the ********, who called God damn zilla!"
[ Bored and the poor Grappler can't be alone. I swore wouldn't use this RPC, but might as well. Editted cause someone had to summon the Asian Killer!]
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:45 pm
GODZILLA!
This would not do. The dragon smelled the creature before he saw him, knew his lizardy stench from miles away. For humans to come and go causing trouble was usual, but for a creature akin to a dragon to intrude on his territory was unforgivable.
Roaring with tremendous rage, the dragon reared up onto its back legs and stretched. It's mighty foreclaws feel upon either side of the stadium's edge, crumbling the manmade structure into rubble. It's wings stretched beyond the accommodation of the arena, huge leathery limbs shoving aside tonnes of stone with ease until they spread to full width and blotted out the sun.
Bring it on!
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