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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 11:25 am
Another round come and gone and only four contestants remained. Once more they would find their situation similar and yet different. Upon the end of each bout a harmless, yet blinding white light enveloped them from all around and eventually faded, with the defeated returning to the Reception Hall and the victors coming upon something unlike the first two bouts. This time their locale demanded a great deal of skill or a great deal of caution…
It was hot. Overwhelmingly hot. The air itself seemed thin and oppressive, taunting the more desperate in their attempts to inhale great quantities. Save for those who by nature found such heat tolerable, the temperature of this new locale would force most participants to break into an immediate sweat with no chance of relief until after the match, win or lose. As though that weren’t enough, it just so happened that this match would be taking place deep within a volcano, upon an island of cooled magma; as cool as it could be anyway surrounded by a pool of lava. That at least explained the heat. An interesting fact about the island was that it appeared to have been tampered with, a perfect 60 square foot, level surface from one edge to another. Even more impressive, at least for the spectators, was the amount of care put into actually planting more optical fiber cameras around the walls of the volcano, and even a few on the significantly smaller islands of cooled magma floating about.
As in the past, an enormous Disperse Halo descended upon the scene, revealing two triumphant warriors from the previous match separated by some 20 feet. First their heads appeared followed quickly by the rest of their body, ending with their feet. Standing face to face now were two warriors well deserving respect. One was the masked fighter known simply as X, who used his impressive melee skills to clinch victory from the holy warrior Aurorion Trition. Mostly intact save a few cuts and bruises, his new opponent was the equally mischievous and very precise kitsune, Kendo Foxx, who defeated the Saiya-jin Unks with a remarkable display of cunning, swordsmanship, and magical creativity. Would X’s luck against paranormal combat hold out for another round, or would Kendo simply be too much for him to handle? Only fate knew for sure.
Ringout was an option this round, but probably not a very safe one. Lava, after all, had a tendency to do its job quickly and effectively. The fighters would have to be careful how they approached one another, which was more than enough to entertain their host.
~Ring Courtesy of Carl Elynwood Before either contestant begins, please prepare an entrance post of your own to indicate you are prepared to start and once again roll a 20 sided die via post action. Whoever rolls the higher number will be responsible for the initial fight post. All warriors are advised to keep count of the number of posts because no post after the specified limit will be considered for the tournament. One method is to include the post number every time your character makes a move. At this moment, all profiles have been pulled and will be forwarded to the judges. If at any point your character does something not clearly specified in your profile, you will be asked to edit the post or be disqualified. Good luck to you, and may the fight begin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 3:54 pm
X had won.
His first fight had ended and he had been deemed the victor; though he was not left without proof. The jacket he’d worn to help hide his identity had been singed by holy light. The first attack of the bout had left his zipper welded shut, and the last left little more then a layer of stuffing to cover his arms. But even what little was left of this jacket would prove too much to wear during this fight.
The heat from the volcano was overwhelming. The moment he’d materialized, he found himself back on one knee, breathing deeply, and trying to compensate for the overwhelming heat within his lungs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed his collar with both hands and tore the layer from his chest. Just beneath the faux-down covering, a second shirt was exposed. This one seemed to be made of a thinner, light blue material, and bared a logo resembling a black circle with two white C’s, one enveloping the other within it.
This shirt had no sleeves, though a closer look would reveal singed edges where they once may have been, but at present it would appear little more then a vest. Resting upon his arms, now for all to see, was a woven metal known as Double-Maille. Two layers of welded shut, titanium rings. The layer seemed to add significant mass to his body, and the assumption could be made that they were not only sleeves, but were part of a fully in tact shirt that still remained hidden.
No sooner had his outer layer hit the floor when flames arose from its debris. Surrounded by this flaming remainder, he returned to his feet. Reaching between two buttons that held shut his shirt, he ripped it open to further vent his body from this excessive heat. Below the blue shirt was yet another layer, this one was jet black with a hood sticking up over the shirt and it appeared to be made of a simple, tightly woven cloth. Seemingly as vented as he could get, his breathing started to hasten, returning to just below its normal pace. This arena was a hell hole, and would likely take a heavy toll on the man known as X
He had a new opponent now. Stepping forward from the relics of his first fight, he dropped it too from his mind. The light beating he’d received faded, and all that remained was a stiff headache from the pair of head-knockers mid-fight. He looked to his opponent, and simply stared in awe. His opponent had… a tail? And the ears of a… canine? Something didn’t feel right… something in the air, something other then the heat.
But even if something was wrong, there was no cause to ignore common courtesy. His right fist met his left palm in front of him and he proceeded to bow. A full bow, from the hips, but he never drew his eyes from his opponent. Rising back from his bow, he immediately fell into stance. Right leg forward, knees bent, both hands open-fist and raised in front of him. It was all too possible that this man possessed powers equivalent to those of Aurorion Trition… perhaps even powers greater, but super-natural powers don’t decide the outcome of a fight... though if X knew what did determine the outcome of a fight, perhaps he wouldn't be sweating quite so hard at the moment.
((Dice and Random Numbers are still down))
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Sasha Gabriel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 9:19 am
((To get the dice roll to work. Write your post, copy it for good measure. Select the die roll action and it will error. Post anyway. It come up with a error message saying you didn't pick any die parameters. Select what die you want and post again and it should go through.))
Sighing inwardly the old fox remained in same crouched position he had finished his match with. Knowing his match had ended he had allowed himself to enter a light meditative stance. Realigning his chakras, he would be in a better position to continue fighting whether or not he would need to do so. It had a been on a battle field where he had last utilized this technique. His opponents had been considerably less skilled, but there were also a considerably higher amount of them.
Sensing a distinct change in the air pressure about him, the mana signature of person he had not dealt with before appeared before him.
"It seems I continue..."
In an odd display it seemed the masked character before him had taken upon himself to perform a strip tease of sorts. Raising an eyebrow the old fox scratched his head wondering if this was some sort of joke.
"Oh come now...this isn't the time or place for this..."
Blinking about him the sight of their next match became all the more apparent. He nodded in approval he shook his head laughing at his fallacy.
"Lava, floating stone island, and oppressive heat. Yeah we are standing in a volcano mouth. I'm detecting a elemental theme here. Though there is a distinct lack of wind and that's just a shame."
The Sage's garb consisted of a set of scarves that obscured the lower portion of his face, a guilded leather jerkin with a cotton under weave. The pants were of matching variety adorned with several pouches and pockets for keeping components at the ready. Save for the fingerless gloves he wore and the remainder of skin that was uncovered on his face, he was entirely covered.
All in all he looked to be a madman to be wearing such gear in the conditions they now stood. Ironically he stood about as if they were playing in a light breeze.
"Mana treating...Its so much better than insulation and it strengthens the gear as well. Doesn't do much for exposed skin, but an aura veil can do the trick for that."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 12:45 pm
Unfortunately, I do not believe you can roll after already posting. As such, I have generated a number between 1-20 with a randomizer. The odd numbers were attributed to X and the even numbers to Kendo. The number was 19, therefore X will begin the match.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 8:37 am
His opponent… was silent. He just stood there, looking at X and the surrounding arena. No words, not even a bow or a nod to agree on the commencement of the match! X would not delay the fight on his account, if such a fighter lacked such common courtesy, then giving him ample time would do nothing.
Returning his arms to his side, the masked fighter began to walk calmly forward. By now his lungs had become accustom to the searing heat around him. He stood tall, his shoulders broad, with the volcanic drafts blowing against his shirt tails and continued strongly forward.
Though he appeared to have dropped his guard, he did not dare underestimate his opponent. He was keeping tabs on everything, from the bubbling lava surrounding them to the cameras embedded within the walls, and most importantly on Kendo himself. With no knowledge of his opponents art, a generic defensive stance could prove to be as much a hindrance as it could an advantage. And so he walked.
Advancing at a deathly slow pace, both of his arms rose in front of him. The sound of knuckles cracking echoed through the volcanic structure as he neared his animalistic, deformed opponent. As he neared, Kendo would surely notice several oddities about his face; the most obvious of which being the white orbs that hovered in the black, misty, opaque mask and seemed to mimic his eye movements. But not a normal mimic, a very dramatized mimic that was rather reminiscent of a cartoon or a computer smiley face. Finally coming within striking distance, his eyes formed into a “O.o” shape, and X’s finger extended out to touchthe white fluffy ear of the fox man.
It’s rather unfortunate that curiosity never goes will for the cat…
((1))
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:57 pm
Bowing underneath the man's grab he slid to the side of his opponents body as if intrinsically. The action did not reek of the objectivity of combat but of almost child-like curiosity. This fight was likely to be unlike any other he had had ever had.
Staring incredulously at the man before him, the sage furrowed his brow wondering if this was some sort of unnerving technique, or if the man was actually truly a simpleton.
"Uhhh no...Don't touch the ears. Only a select few get that privilege and you my friend are not one of them."
Eying the man from afar he sighed not sure what to make of the situation. Attacking a person without intent went against the grain. This was the 3rd round though so something was definitely off.
"You alright?"
(2)
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:30 pm
A duck and... no action; X stared forth at the opposing furrowed brow. He had expected a violent retort, but instead his curiosity had been dodged and ignored. They must be real if the man was so protective of them, but a man with ears and a tail was really no man at all. Perhaps such a being stayed silent on purpose, or simply by nature? But this was a tournament, and apparently creatures of all shapes and sizes had been allowed to enter. If this thing was his opponent, then so be it.
His eyes changed places, large to small and small to large, and he extended his hand forth again to touch his ear. But curiosity was gone, leaving deception in its place. As his hand neared about where it had been the first time when the fox had ducked away, his opposing knee rose at great speed to greet the dodging motion he assumed his opponent would repeat.
((3))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:17 am
Shed like the leaves of a coming winter, the child-like visage of curiosity was no longer apparent. While one can mimic curiosity, intent they cannot.
Reading the masked man's movements, his actions came about as too precise...too rehearsed. After being rebuffed it is unlikely repetition would be the likely response. A different, more threatening will was apparent.
Watching his opponents hand with unwavering gaze the kitsune moved jarringly fast. Greeting his opponents rising shin with the sole of his boot, he proceeded to at once cease the legs ascension before it could be presented as a knee.
Simultaneously as he literally stepped into his opponents body to deflect his attack, the fox sage threw up his right forearm and elbow deflecting upward the grasping arm as well as attacking his opponents chest.
(4)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:27 pm
Mr. Kitty was fast. His foot had caught where the bottom of X’s shin met his ankle, and though it wasn’t painful, it was considerably effective. Thrown off balance by the excess exertion he’d been throwing into his leg, he incidentally pulled his upper body forward using his hooked foot as leverage. Unfortunately he wasn’t given time to turn this excess motion to his advantage; as his opponents right arm had risen and taken assault positions.
With one coming up to grab him, he rolled his arm. Not to dodge, but to change its angle; as his opponent latched on, he latched as well. With a stiff pull from his right arm, he attempted to extend Kendos arm between them and nullify the elbow that had been thrown with the deflection.
Planting his blocked foot and pushing off with his grounded foot, he planned to close the small distance between them. Simultaneously knocking the kitsune off balance and trapping his arm between them, it would be a prime time to throw a blow or two to his right side, even given the chance that the same would be done to him.
((5))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:16 pm
Good. This opponent was adept at close quarters combat. Though his feint had failed, he was skilled enough to fend of unexpected attacks. This fight would prove worthwhile. He would have complimented the fellow but it seemed as though he could not hear his words.
Though rare, there were individuals who were unable to participate in the psychic realm beyond their own minds. He would have to resort to measures he had not done in what seemed to be ages. Such would have to wait. Protecting himself was of greater iniatative.
The masked man's grab would prove successful as his arm was wrenched straight. This could prove dangerous, had he not had other ideas. Shifting his footing just as his opponent had, the foot that he had stopped the masked man's leg with stepped back.
Advancing with other leg he dropped low feeling his opponent move toward him. With a slight twist of his torso he proceeded to peform a shoulder throw on his opponent using his free arm to guide the man's momentum.
(6)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:44 pm
A shoulder was planted firmly into X’s abdomen, rolling him over the top of his foxy opponent. His outstretched arm gripped tighter as he rolled; though he was no longer in control of his own momentum, he would not voluntarily give up control of his opponents. Ducking his own head down when he realized that he was going to be thrown, he pushed his off from his newly planted foot. The shoulder toss was assisted by his own strength and his lower body rocketed into the air, while his upper body rolled onto his opponent, from head-to-back to back-to-back.
Planting both feet on the ground, he braced himself with both of his feet on the ground and his back against his Kendos. His let arm reached across his own chest and latched on to the arm held by his other. With on firm heave, he attempted to pull his opponents arm across to the other side of his chest, either over his shoulder or around his side. It didn’t matter how he’d landed as long as he still held an arm in his grasp. A motion like that would surely break a bone, if not something worse.
((7))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:15 pm
Just as he thought his opponent would not be so easily over come. Feeling the shift in weight the kitsune acted. At that apex of the throw the sound of a heavy crunch could be heard.
Balancing his weight on his tail, the battleground floor shattered under the pressure. Grimacing from the pressure the fox sage abruptly altered his trajectory shifting his momentum vertically. Releasing his tail from the strain the snow fox proceeded to attempt pile drive his opponents head into the ground by rocking back and dropping into a sitting position.
Such was unorthodox for the shadow mage but desperate measures called for extreme actions. An opponent of his caliber deserved that much.
[8]
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 10:57 am
X was still not used to fighting opponents that could bend gravity and the other laws of physics to their own will… or that had tails. He was taken aback by the sudden shift in his center of gravity, and all of a sudden, he was no longer in control of his own trajectory. As he paused in the air, he heard the rock shift and crack beneath them. His eyes turned to it, but to his own relief the cracking ground was not re-filling with magma. Though it was brittle, it appeared that the rock penetrated the molten lake much as an iceberg… that or they just happened to be on a thick spot in the crust.
Now arcing into decent, he had no time to worry about what might lay beneath the rock. The floor was still hard, and catching it with his face could prove disfiguring. Raising his free arm to strike, knuckles perched to strike, he threw his fist down at the floor. His raised knuckles collapsed as they hit and the flat of his fist struck where they had landed. The floor beneath them cratered dramatically, creating a good an eight foot orifice and sending chunks of the volcanic rock up around them. The strike had stopped X’s momentum, and now with no floor beneath his feet, it was likely that Kendo would fall into the newly formed pit. X released the kitsunes arm and pushed off from him with all of his might, hoping to clear the edge of the hole in case he had punctured the skin of their little island.
((9))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:10 pm
This opponent continued to prove more troublesome than he would have imagined. In a surprise maneuver he had some how turned the tide on the pile driver he was about to receive.
Falling back into the newfound chasm beneath him the Fox sage instinctively curled his back and collapsed his limbs at to roll back and absorbs the shock of the fall.
Being used as a platform to kick off was never a good thing. But his opponent seemed to have forgotten one thing. In pushing of the Kitsune's body it required having to vault past him.
In mid roll the sage's tail snapped forward, latching itself around his fleeing opponents ankle. Using his falling body like an anchor, the masked man would likely find himself yanked roughly to the ground.
How humans got around without tails would always remain a mystery to the old fox. But his was a old friend and necessity.
(10)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:45 am
The tail wrapped tightly around X’s ankle and yanked down as he tried to rise. The pull whiplashed him back down, his eyes thrown wide with surprise as a light mist of spittle continued skyward without him. But returning to his opponent was not completely against his best intrest.
Without even thinking, X pulled up the knee of his held leg toward his chest to accelerate him down toward his opponent. Using the tail as an anchor he threw his free foot down at Kendo. The full attempt was to push back off from the fighter, but until that attempt was successful he would continue to throw planting kicks at the kitsune with ample force to push him away should the grip of his tail lessen.
((11))
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