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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:04 pm
 VS.
 Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:20 am
"Gah, why'd it have to start now? I was this close away from gettin' laid." His voice mumbled; he anxiously scratched his neck, wanting the fight to be over with, as he sauntered toward the immense the fighting area. His gauzed extremities tapped against the terra as he made way to the perfect circle, his feet suddenly growing cold from the marble-esque ground; it brought him shivers like no other.
The crowd roared, up'ing the ante for Joe and whomever his foe was; some throwin' up gang signs even, just for the hell of it.
He stood in the middle, fearsomely, awaiting the arrival of his opponent...
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:09 pm
(( Should be back around later tonight. ))
Joe's opponent was not long behind, entering from the other side of the arena with a sword carried by its scabbard in his right hand. Just like with Joe's entrance the crowd roared at the appearance of the other fighter - anxious to see a start to the action and get the value out of their tickets for the day.
"...and from the blue corner..." the boy whispered to himself as he stepped out onto the glossy ring that had been prepared for them; his eyes straying from the opponent who stood in front of him and towards the ring of spectators that encircled the fighting area. The feeling of being here was different in many ways than what he had experienced before... the spectators so close at hand, the opponent placed opposite him, and thankfully: no desert.
His last two tournament matches had been in a desert arena. He was sick of desert arenas. The sun-warmed paint covering the hard floor was a refreshing change of pace from dust and loose sand he'd been knocked around in during the Heaven or Hell tournament but with any luck the opponent he was facing this time around wouldn't be a change of pace from the respectable fighters he had been fortunate enough to face in the past.
"Well met, friend," called out the young man to his opponent. "I am Anson Brent, Paladin of the Falician faith... and your opponent today."
Holding his sword by the scabbard, just below the crossguard, Anson crossed it over his chest and bowed respectfully to the man across from him before straightening up again and shifting his grip upon the sheathed sword - moving his right hand to the hilt and his left to the neck of the scabbard while holding it out in front of his chest.
"I hope that my skills will not disappoint you."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:59 pm
"Yeah, yeah...whatever. I don't wanna hear that bullshit, save it for the judge." He sneered, acting as brash and fiery as he could to officially commence the fight; he tucked his chin inward, as his serpentine eyes gouged "soul" holes into his flesh(metaphorically). Joe curled his fists into tight mitts, light steps tapping upon the marbled terra of the circular arena of the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai; he waded forward, focusing intently on his foe amidst the roaring and howling of the crowd. Swiftly, he closed the distance between them, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he launched a right hook to his foe's scapula, amid the bearing of his weapon in arms. The damage wouldn't be critical, Joe barely tapped into his strength to deliver the strike, he just wanted to "alarm" his opponent of future damages that could come. Coying a smirk, the Demon continued to bounce lightly on his feet; unnerved of the crowd that rumbled the stadium below for this "Anson Brent" guy...
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:36 pm
"...as you wish." The boy replied curtly but without the sneer that the man across from him had given. "Then draw your weapon."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the man across from him tucked his chin and balled his fists tightly; taking the light-footed type of stance that one would expect from an experienced boxer. It was the duty of an honorable man to allow an opponent to draw his weapon before combat - but Anson was not so foolish as to think it was required of him to forgo his own weapon against an unarmed specialist. Especially one that seemed to be welling up some type of demonic energy inside of his hands. It looked as if this would be another battle which tested his speed...
Joe rushed and threw a right hook at his shoulder, but the young paladin wouldn't let himself shrink away from this opponent. He slid back a foot to strengthen his stance as he brought the sword into the path of Joe's fist; sliding about a foot of the blade out from the sheath as he did so. Though Joe might have wanted to 'alarm' Anson with his first strike he might find himself to be the one surprised if his fist struck against the edge of Anson's exposed sword rather than his scapula.
If Joe was just testing the waters and would then back away then Anson would do the same, dropping back by a step and drawing his b*****d sword the rest of the way from its sheath and holding onto both; the sheath held by the neck in his left hand by his side and the sword held between them with the tip up.
"Shouldn't need a Judge in an honorable duel, friend."
(( Edit: Forgot my meters. ))
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[ 4.00.0.4.00 ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:11 am
Crushhh~ Hardened bone, presumably as tough as steel, crushed through Anson's defense with the sword, attaining him minor abrasions and swelling; however his adrenaline ignored the petty damages. He continued to dance lightly on the balls of his feet; his fist continued it's previous course...though now, it wasn't aimed at the scapula but en route of the underbelly of Anson's mandible. Joe wouldn't lull and await a reaction from his foe, instead, he'd up the ante in this bout, throwing a cross jab to the foe's maxilla with incredible power; his body weight shifted forward and his shoulders akin to apply more power. If allowed to hit, or even hindered a few inches away, Joe had something for him...
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:12 pm
(( Pool day. Yay. ))
Crushhh~
It was not the sound of metal cutting into flesh, nor was it the same feel of impact as it should have been if that were the case. Joe's hammer-like fist forced back the defending sword by a few inches despite that the boy was holding it at either end; leaving few scratches on the hand despite the impact and a tiny chip of folded metal in the sword's edge.
The fist turned sharply upwards after striking the sword and came at Anson's jaw from below but the aforementioned step away to create distance and a backsway of his head caused it to go short. Two fingers on his left hand pressed against the flat of his blade as Anson drew the sheath the rest of the way free and threw it to the side; the sword positively glistening now that it was free from the sheath, empowered with holy energy from the enhancement he had just placed upon it to make it stronger and more resilient. If he was to break through his opponent's armor-like defense it wouldn't be finesse that would do it - it would be brute force.
Of course, it wasn't like time was standing still. The instant following Anson's step away from the melee Joe threw another punch; a cross-jab straight for the boy's face that seemed to be holding a bit more than four fingers and a thumb if Anson's ability to sense demonic energy was any indication - not that a fist able to withstand being driven against the edge of a sword was anything he wanted near him in the first place.
His answer was to duck low, swaying his head to the left as he did so to try and get underneath the incoming jab and swing low; grasping the base of his hand-and-a-half sword's blade with his gloved left hand and swing it across horizontally... aiming to dig the last six inches of the blade into the demon's right oblique and then immediately retreat another two steps to create distance between them.
Joe's reach was only as long as his arms. Though Anson's arms were shorter, his reach was considerably longer and he intended to keep away from those sledgehammer fists for as long as he could.
3% +2%
Use: Magic Weapon
[ 4.00.0.25.3.75 ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:56 pm
The Demon reacted solely on Anson's counter maneuver; his opponent's crown skimming right to left in a horizontal headway as he'd lilt his bleak weapon; it's blade glinted in the partial sunlight that peaked half way of the area. Joe backpedaled hastily, gaining a three foot distance from his adversary; enough for him to formulate an attack. He watched intently as Anson swung at air, and how his shoulder protruded as a "nub" from his clavicle; he moved in just as he reached the pinnacle of his swing...he took no chances with such weapons.
He danced lightly on his feet, careful not to injure himself as he doffed his weapon and held it alee. Through magnetic attraction, his right hand would almost never lose its firmness, nor its grip; instead, it enhanced those parameters. Joe pointed the immense blade directly at Anson's sternum, lightly shoving the apex with every passing second. He grinned, would he hurt this man?
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:55 pm
"Aw," said the boy to himself as he saw his opponent finally reach for the massive blade that he called his weapon and hold it aloft between them with an ease that belied his already apparent physical strength, "barnacles."
Anson's sword cut through the space between them and nothing more; the opponent ducking backwards when the weapon was drawn. With his weapon already poised to give chase it was the boy's first instinct to follow, charging forward with the tip pointed forward and thrust, but honor demanded that he give his opponent the chance to draw a weapon - regardless of who that opponent was. Needless to say there were times when the young paladin wished he'd never heard of chivalry.
The tables had turned around on him again... for a brief moment he had had an advantage in reach and power, and now with the hefting of that weapon Joe had managed to take back both of them. Anson supposed it was what he'd deserved for getting cocky, but it didn't make the realization that he would have to be overly cautious against this foe any less of a bitter one.
"May the light of our Father protect his children from harm," Anson removed his left hand from the blade of his weapon and held his arm up between them; looping the chain of the rosary wrapped around his left wrist with his thumb and pulling the four-pointed star at the end of it into his palm. "And become my shield."
As the boy spoke the last word of his prayer rays of light burst from between his fingers, emanating from the rosary in his hand, that curled back and wrapped themselves around his left arm; forming a circular disc about two feet in diameter affixed to the back of his left arm.
Now it was his turn to grin back at the demon who had been so happy jabbing his sword playfully through the distance between them. With the shield held up between them Anson advanced forward with short, shuffling steps; always holding the shield ahead of the massive blade's tip and keeping his own sword held low on his right side with the tip pointed forward, ready to thrust. If Joe did nothing by the time he came close enough, Anson would attempt to slap the blade away to his left with the back of his shield and stab with his own sword at Joe's midsection.
5%
Use: Shield of Light
[ 3.75.0.25.3.50 ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:54 am
Spectators~ As Anson wielded the divine might of his deity, a roar rose in the crowd, building like a wave as a certain portion of the stadium filled with men and women clad in vibrant blues and silver rose to their feet and yelled themselves horse in adoration. "An-son! An-son!" The boy's name was chanted like a paean by the contingent of Faithful that had gathered to watch his fight, nearly filling the whole eastern side of the stadium with their numbers and all of them cheering in exultation for simply laying their eyes on a paladin of their order. This was not Isen, where dogma ruled and the traditions strictly upheld. In this corner of Gaia, all sorts of the Faithful turned out; staunch traditionalists elbow to elbow with members of fractious sects, heretics in the cold eyes of the High Temple, but all held together by the central sacred precepts of Falis and they embraced their own with their cheers and support, the side of the stadium practically glowing as a result of the amount of white clad bodies interspersed with the few men and women who truly wielded the deity's power along with worship Him. "An-son! An-son!" Opposite of the glowing crowd, on the western side of the stadium stood a pair of teenagers clad in clothes that looked several years worse for the wear; the girl in a long, patched green dress top over holed blue jeans with a massive yellow sunhat, the boy in a pair of dark jeans riddled with holes in varying degrees of patched, his once presentable brown collared shirt stained in several places with what looked like was patches of washed in dried blood. The duo would have looked very bohemian chic if their solemn mannerisms didn't make it obvious that they weren't the laid back type that was comfortable with teasing their clothes into a worn vintage look. Two sets of blue gray eyes watched the fight with rapt attention; one impossibly deep and shifting, bottle black hair falling over her eyes as she gasped sharply with each block and parry. The other observed the match with amusement and a hard stare of envy, short auburn locks tousled back by a raking hand as the boy looked to the girl. "Lu, stop looking so worried. He'll do fine. If you start freaking out and summon a dragon again I swear to Falis...""That only happened once.""Let's hope it stays that way. I won't be able to protect both of us if that whole corner of the stadium recognizes who we are."Flashing her brother a look of sorrow and regret before turning quickly back to watch Anson, Luazia clasped her hands around the medallion underneath her dress and prayed fervently for the young paladin's safe victory. "Just shut up and cheer, Iendin."And they both did, adding their voices to the cry that consumed the stadium, the boy paladin a hero to all of the Faithful assembled there. "An-son! An-son!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:21 pm
"This guy is growing irksome. It's about time I end this," he said inwardly, backpedaling with every progressing step Anson took; he mustered forth the most evil, wolfish grin he could give, ejecting his hand from the hilt of the broadsword, the sound of adamantium hitting the marbled terra: clink~, clink~, clink~; reverberating amidst the stadium.
Joe hastily leaped to his right, then forward; he'd gain back his close quarters with Anson, launching an off balance Superman Punch toward his foe's mandible amid the ray of light; he contorted his lengthy arm to bend passed the shield, off to the left side of Anson's flank.
If allowed to hit, his foe would deal with painful pangs; due to being hit in the mandible. He wouldn't try to kill this man...wasn't it against the rules?
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:22 pm
Anson could hardly believe his eyes as the situation changed yet again; rather than fighting him as he was now the opponent opted to throw away the weapon he had just drawn, yet again changing the potential dynamic of their combat. In ten seconds time they had changed the 'x vs x' armament dynamic a good four times already and it seemed that it wouldn't end just yet.
Still, he advanced forward step by step; picking up his shuffling pace somewhat when the larger man dropped his huge weapon even though he knew his cautious advances wouldn't allow him to overtake Joe's backpedaling. Mostly he just wanted to put that enormous weapon behind him and out of reach.
"Light of Justice..." spoke the boy in a firm tone as he advanced, gripping tightly both the rosary clutched in his left fist and the sword held in his right. This opponent was grinding on his nerves with how little their battle resembled a battle... It wouldn't last for much longer though; Joe suddenly leaped sideways and threw himself into a powerful right hook. The young paladin turned as quickly as he could to face the demon, digging in on his left foot and sliding out his right for support as he swung the shield outwards to try and slam the rounded edge of it against the inside of Joe's arm and force the punch off course while ducking down to the right and swinging low--
"...guide my hand."
If he was able to knock the curved punch astray the bobbing of his upper body to the right when he ducked in for his attack would cause it to miss completely; if not the defense and the weave would at least cause it to go off target - striking the left side of his face behind the eye just as Anson was turning his head before sliding off; leaving a trickle of blood welling up beneath the skin from the abrasion and a ringing in his left ear.
As for his own swing, Anson went low on purpose; sweeping the blade in an arc aimed for Joe's left leg as he leaped in close in an effort to incapacitate him. For the instant of the strike the holy energy that was present in the sword since the paladin had bolstered it flared up to a new high - the Smite attack would increase the force of the impact twofold against Joe's demonic body.
5% +2-3%
Use: Holy Smite
[ 3.50.0.25.3.25 ]
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:56 pm
Dammit, he caught me!, he said inwardly, blood trickling down his left eye as Anson's weapon grazed above his eye socket...inches atop the eyebrow. Joe hunkered his body forward, allowing his arms to drape by his side as he watched, intently, his adversary swing his weapon horizontally; it'd slip into view as he hastily planted his left hand unto the blade, pushing his body skyward and from the ground, coiling his right leg; it would seem very "Jackie Chan" or "Jet Li" esque. Launching a bruising kick, Joe's steel toe boots smashed into Anson's left ribcage; bones splattered within, splintering and separating upon impact.
He followed up with a deft, off balance, left cross to his foe's mandible as his body soon took flight toward the terra.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 1:51 am
(( Little late right now to be writing a post, but I just wanted to point out that the damage to the eye area was intended as "this happens to my character if you don't think he could fully stop the punch" not as an attack at your character. If you want to rewrite go ahead. I probably won't be able to write a response post until tonight. )) [edit] (( And now that response. Leaving the above comment in for record-keeping purposes though. )) Anson could feel the edge of Joe's fist brushing past the side of his face as he ducked away to the side, narrowly escaping getting laid out on the ground because of it. His feet dug in as best they could to the hard floor and with a full-force swing coming from the low right he had lashed out with his blade at the demon standing in front of him; only his blade found no home within that unholy flesh and Anson instead found himself facing an opponent far more airborne than he had originally thought--
Evans had thrown himself up over the sword as it swung past and without any delay he threw out a demolishing kick from the left side. Anson reacted, but not quickly enough; already leaning to his right because of the low swing with his sword the young paladin abandoned their melee and tried to dive out of the way, bringing down the shield he had used to guard against the incoming punch by a few inches to cover his side just as the powerful kick slammed into it with what would have easily been enough force to shatter bones.
CRACK!
The power behind that kick was no joke. The translucent disc that had formed at the back of Anson's left arm shattered at the impact like a car windshield faced with a sledgehammer; large cracks splintering the surface into sections and a section about a third the size of the entire disc breaking away and disappearing into a wisp of ghost-like energy the moment that it did.
He was thrown back as well, his last-ditch dive to get out of the way only serving to add distance to his momentary flight before the boy hit the ground on his side like a ragdoll a half dozen feet further and rolled twice more in the same direction with a clatter as his sword struck the arena floor and the bracers worn on his arms hit the ground every time he tried to catch himself with his arms.
What little of the shield remained had vanished during the first roll; just like the pieces that had broken away it seemed to simply evaporate into the air when the coalesced light was no longer held into a form. The four-pointed star pendant that he had been clutching in his hand now hung again at the end of the chain around his left wrist, a tinge of red marring one of the points and likewise two small red dots appeared on the otherwise largely white gloss surface of the GTB ring floor. His left arm was aching after taking an impact like that and his hand was bleeding at the palm like a stigmata because of how tightly he had been holding that pendant in his hand.
In another second he would have his feet back under him, left hand down to the ground and his right still holding onto the hand-and-a-half sword he wielded as it sat beside him with only the tip and one arm of the cross-guard touching the ground.
'Wowie wow wow. That guy packs one ginormous punch!' was the first thing that ran through Anson's head as he regained his bearings. Though maybe if he played his cards right, he could take advantage of that...7% +5%
[3.25.0.3.25 ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:58 pm
(( Might as well bump the thread to notify that a post has been edited in. In retrospect, I probably should have just put it in a new post. ))
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