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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:12 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: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:34 pm
"About damn time." Light on his feet, he stepped onto the arena, his tape-wrapped lower extremities scuffing the hard, glossy floor. With the current positioning of the sun, half of the arena lay bathed in light and the other lay in the shade. He stood in the sunlight, his muscled legs spread wide, his stance one of a wrestler's with his meat-hooks for arms already bracing for combat, elbows sucked into his chiseled flanks and his hands up with the palms open, facing Samayou's porthole to the stadium. His black, form-fitting shirt clung to his chest and shoulders; below were his jeans, the knees ripped out. He turned side to side, lifting his right hand, where athletic tape stretched from the knuckles to the forearm, and stoicly waved to the cheering crowd with the economy of movement of an American. He was calm, humble, but exuding a quiet strength. He felt no emotion toward the being set to fight him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:39 am
It was the sun that would wane against the presence of the thing that would spew forth from that portal. It moved with a slow deathly lumber that quaked the very ground as he walked, the raw power of his strength resonating in the area around him forcing dust to shake from the ceiling fixtures above. The beast stalked forth with the shadows dancing around him, his body moving gracefully under the large black cloak that shrouded his figure. There was no face to be seen yet as the large figure monotone the very appearance of the angel of death, standing a 6’4” approximately and weighing in around 269 pounds of rock hard muscle.
Samayou Tamashii, a rough Japanese translation into Wondering Spirit and yet with such a passive name came such a fierce and aggressive beast. The black cloaked figure moved his way into the ring and as he did so the cloak would ever so slowly flow off his body. Falling back like rain dripping from a tree as he hulked forward towards his enemy. His boots crushing into the stone beneath him and yet…not a sound was made, dead silence. His lower body wore a pair of black cargo pants bloused military style at the top of his combat boots. His upper body stretched the shirt that he wore to its maximum capacity as his muscles bulged from under the cotton top. His face bathed in sunlight as the cloak finally fell completely away revealing a tone and hard chiseled face with rough features and more scars then one could count.
Burned, deformed, and beaten down he stood strong and tall as his hands twisted under the pair of armored gauntlets he wore. He would stand before his enemy with no fear, he had none for he had seen the eyes of fear itself, ripped them from the gods skull and eaten them. Death was not his end but another chapter to be written in his immortal history, thus he stood…no fear. He was ready as always with hands by his side, his feet a little bit more then shoulder length apart and his hips arched forward giving him a fluid and relaxed position from which to move.
If his foe was keen on sight he would notice with his perception that something about Sama was off. His skin was…bubbling as if boiling in water or perhaps on fire. It was just his arms that seem to twist and morph ever so slightly, as if his skin was alive. The truth of the odd occurrence lay just beneath that midnight black flesh but Sama was sure that what would intrigue his enemy more was the fact that Sama had yet to open his eyes…….
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:12 pm
"Man, you're ruining this nice arena already," he said as he beheld Sama's display of power, the glossy floor crumbling under the black beast's feet.
He tread forward, wading into striking range. Corourke had eaten well and trained in the days before the tournament, having put on five pounds since his entry. He weighed in at two hundred thirty-five pounds, meaning this devil had thirty-five pounds and three inches on him. Already, the bones were hardening beneath his skin, the flesh tightening around them, as he prepared to tackle the angel of darkness.
He walked forward bravely, calmly, the crowd erupting as he closed. He'd fought plenty of individuals who didn't rely on the sense of sight to "see," and so it didn't matter to him whether Sama opened his eyes or not.
Suddenly, he exploded into a controlled jog under twenty miles-per-hour that breached the gap between them. He slowed down once he entered striking range, testing the waters with small feints and jukes, a show of respect for the other warrior's skill in combat. Someone had to start, so...he fired off a deft right hook for Sama's left clavicle, his arm whipping in and down hard and fast enough to stun and get inside his opponent's reach, a hook heavy enough to bruise the area but not quite crack bone.
With the bones in his hand and arm hardened, it'd be like being hit with a rocketing slab of iron. His dark eyes gleamed with focus, staring forward, monitoring the movement of Sama's hips, waiting for the explosion of movement that the abyssal entity was capable of.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:21 pm
That eruption of movement would be quick and the multiple effects of movement that his enemy would encounter in the few seconds coming would be hard to avoid. Acting as one his body started off in three motions as his enemy closed in. His once relaxed posture became hard as he leaned forward hunched over like a wrestler. His hands snapping tight as the attack came soaring his way only to be greeted with the most unpleasant of counters! The Devil’s eyes snapping opening as his world flooded with light and the single illuminated outline of his foe against a back drop of shadows that danced like a play. Those pale foamy eyes had no pupil, no signs of anything but just a white emotionless gaze. Cold and calculated, defiant to even the universe itself…
Sama’s shifting skin erupted into action as small bulges formed at the center of his palms right where the only weakness in his gauntlets existed. Normally he used chain whips that came from his palms so his gauntlets had a small slit in the center of the palm, allowing the weapons to be used un-hindered. However instead from those two slits two bone spikes would erupt, razor sharp edges and a tip that could pierce metal armor. Bone spikes where not only a simple mutation but this had been prepared for some time, easily created out of the chaos infusion with in the Devil’s organic structure.
This all occurred just as the punch was launched and from his now hunched and what appeared to be defensive position the devil attack. His left foot sliding to his left as his left arm lashed out before the punch from his opponent could reach its full potential. The left palm open as the bone spike lashed out against the premature attack aiming to slice at the wrist and severe several of the veins making a very deep wound on the tightly tensed wrist of his foe. This would cause massive bleeding that would start to effect his foe in half a minute when standing still, now one could calculate how long it would take against someone who’s heart rate was accelerated from exercise, two three seconds at most.
At the same time in his stepping movement he further crouched, bending his knees and slipping under the attack harmless whilst dragging his right arm behind that lashed out at his opponents torso not but half a second after his first attack. The tip of the spike would sunder across the lower abdominal just above the crouch and slice into the soft muscle. Shredding it apart and forming a gash that was easily an inch deep.
This type of wound on such a vital area was key for not only did it hurt but it would severe into an area that was the main balance and coordination for his foe. For him to throw any kind of attack be it upper or lower body he would need to use his hips to give it power, with a large gapping gash torn into his lower abdominal doing so would become all but impossible.
After it was done Sama would end up in a low hunched over state, knees bent at the ready and hopefully both spikes dripping with enemy blood. he would be on the outside of his enemies right putting him in a good position to go for another aggressive attack pending on the success of his counter.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:02 pm
He noted the gauntlets as Sama put his hands out, noted the slits in the palm area of each where the devil normally used his chain whips. He knew well of this devil and some of his tactics, but had not expected bone spikes.
His arm tensed for only the split second it took to whap toward Sama's clavicle, and his heartrate was barely accelerated; he was calm as could be and moved his limbs sparingly, his heartrate barely going above sixty beats per minute, although against this opponent, he may have to exert himself. The left bone spike cut into his wrist; the moment he felt the twang of pain that signaled his skin being pierced, he halted his punch and pulled it back before making contact with the devil's hide. He glanced down, at first unsure of what had cut him, and noted the razor-edged spikes protruding from the small slits in Sama's gauntlets. He lowered his level in sync with the devil, Sama's right hand dragging behind the other. The devil attacked his abdomen. With his left elbow in and his hand up, he tracked the movement of his opponent's upper-right limb on its course to his abdomen. With the arm stationary, he circled his left wrist down and inward and backhanded the offending appendage away at the wrist. His left arm tensed to keep Sama's fist on the outside, where he couldn't stab him.
Even as the devil slid to the left to position himself at his right side, Corourke attacked. From the inside, he threw a right uppercut in a tight arc toward the underbelly of Sama's mandible. While quick, the punch was barely hard enough to do any significant damage, seemingly a love-tap that the devil would brush off.
However: Snikt! Three foot-long bone spikes jetted out between the spaces of Corourke's knuckles at the last moment before impact, carrying the momentum of his punch. If allowed to hit, the spikes would stick the abyssal devil through the mandible, making shishkabob of his tongue and hard palate.
The rest of his body remained almost motionless, although he swiveled his upper body and head to the right to keep his opponent in his sights. He now had the tensed stance and ready arm positioning of a karate fighter, ready to explode and attack from any angle and pay the opposing beast aggression in kind.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:41 pm
Sama was not caught off guard so easily as his body took to its survival instincts. His heart rate began to accelerate pumping the blood through his veins to provide oxygen and a deadly cocktail combination of adrenaline. His muscles tightened and began to react faster as his crouched position shifted to allow his head to lean to the left further from his foe nearly avoiding what he assumed would be an upper cut. The sound of bone splitting flesh and ripping past his ear enlightened him further to his enemies abilities…now it all made sense.
Why he had not been paired against Vincent, the Great Dragon and instead this seemingly harmless boy. Two shifters in a single battle would turn into a blood fest and a spectacular show for all to see, considering they couldn’t kill one another but the boy’s blatant use of his abilities could have punctured Sama’s skull, killing him. It seemed out of the two it was obvious who was the more experienced in self restraint.
Sama’s quick head turn saved his life as his left hand lashed out, whipping back and this time he would not be so kind as to give but a glancing blow. His aim was a direct impalement into the inner thigh of his enemy, exposed and ready for the taking. Sama’s spikes where two feet long while his enemies was three but his enemy was striking at fist range where as the spikes where meant to be used at a slightly longer range. Sama had achieved this range and now his enemy closed it to attack and so as his enemies bone spike exposed itself to the world so did Sama’s attack. His left hand went under fast and clean, jutting out like a spear allowing his enemy to practically walk right into! Between trying to move forward for a upper cut and defend against the last attack Sama doubted that his partner was read for such a quick flow of offensive tactics and hopefully it would pay for Sama in blood.
The bone spike aimed to sunder right into the thick thigh muscle and tear apart the Rectus Femoris, a large section of muscle that made up the whole of the thigh. Tearing into this muscle would render his enemies right leg all but dead and drastically decrease his speed but it wasn’t over yet. This attack was by no means slow as for it was as fast as a boxer’s jab and some could argue even faster then that, in and out doing the damage of a nice 2 inch hole into his enemies leg. His enemy had also made the mistake of slapping away the right hand and not securing it and so Sama would once again take advantage of the full situation to gain ground and defend himself. Instead of fighting the counter his right foot would shove off the ground as his left swiveled him further back and in the left direction, once again putting him at the peripheral of his foes vision and out of punching range. His right hand would slip back to retract as defense for now as his left hand assaulted, preparing for any unexpected surprises his foe might have.
Hs body was stone and tense ready to fight as his eyes monitored carefully the whole body of his foe, his ears listening for the sound of breathing and the steady pace of a heart beat as he focused his whole world on these precious few seconds.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:33 pm
Unfortunately for Sama, Corourke walked into nothing. He remained stationary. His first attack missed Sama's head by a hair's breadth, assuming Sama remained within striking range, Corourke's reach being 72.5 inches. His striking hand retraced the same path it took for the uppercut, coming back down for the elbow to be posted tight in his own flank. Simultaneously, blood leaking from the hole pierced in his right wrist, he squatted until his a** almost touched the arena floor. With his stance extremely low and his right arm positioned as it was, he popped Sama's attacking left hand up at the elbow, pushing it away from his thigh. Much in the way Sama had turned his head, Corourke turned his right leg outward by lifting the knee up, having estimated the trajectory of Sama's left hand since the devil whipped it back before striking. The two-foot-long bone spike did make brief contact with his flesh, grazing it and tracing a small red path in his skin.
Note: Corourke's right hand retracted in the same tight arc it took to get to Sama and happened just as Sama turned his head, the key factor in his blades piercing Sama's mandible having lay in their ability to jet out of Corourke's skin.
He clenched Sama's left hand at the inside of the elbow after popping it up just far enough to prevent damage. He moved his head out of the way of the spike, leaving a window between his head and shoulder for the two-foot-long device to fit through. The devil lifted his right foot off the ground and did something with the left foot that was supposed to cause him to circle back. Instead of side-stepping, strafing, or circling, the devil made what would be a fatal mistake.
After turning his right leg out of the way of the bone spike, Corourke merely torqued his hips to the right and turned his upper body further to keep his adversary in front of him; he may be a boy compared to the abyssal devil, but he wasn't that slow or dumb. He held a poker face, his dark eyes clouded and difficult to read, but the calculating brain behind them active and aware of everything.
With Samayou's right leg off the ground, Corourke stepped forward on his right foot, juking in like a wrestler attempting a shot as his tape-wrapped feet slid across the glossy arena floor. Bone spikes similar to those protruding from his right fist jetted out of the left, thin jets of blood spraying the ground from the sharp outburst. He suppressed a growl. His left hand pronated, he slashed sideways at the fingers of Sama's right hand, using the edge of his blades in an attempt to slice the beast's phalanges off, then stabbed at Samayou's right leg during what would have to be a cross-over since the devil had not side-stepped, attempting to put his bone spikes as deep into the entity's muscle as he could drive them.
Having slid forward, his feet remained on solid ground. He waited for Samayou's right foot to touch earth.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:30 am
{{O no I didn do a super man leap or anything just a quick straf to the left again, I'm not leaping or anything if that is what your assuming. Also I believe I stated that I attacked right as you attacked and leaned my head at the same time so you wouldn;t be able to catch my arm since it would already have retracted the same time yours did.
I also want to correct your concept of the distance between us but for flow sake I’ll just say screw with it and roll along with the fun.}}
The Devil was impressed for the boy had ability but he lacked the experience to make it work for him. Kneeling so low in front of your enemy was not always the best plan. His left hand was long out of harms way by the time his foe tried to grab at it and with nothing holding him down the Devil would simply back pedal like a pro and slip out of harm’s way as the boy slashed widely at him. Using his right bone spike to deflect the incoming blows as the Devil moved. He was only deflecting the tips that could possible graze him Sama was well out of range by the time Corouke fully crouched down but it was better to be safe then sorry.
He cleared the space between them creating a 5 foot gap even as Corourke moved in. With distance between them Sama began to breathe deep focusing his abilities as his hands began to shift and turn. Skin bubbling and twisting as bone grew from the flesh and his hands began to change. Unlike his combatant Sama had mastered his abilities and creating things from his body was not painful, it was a part of him. It was an extension of his body that was welcomed and acted accordingly, as he changed he addressed his foe with a rumbling voice cold and empty like the void he came from.
“Impressive, you have a lot to learn but what you do know you perform well. I mean no disrespect but you can’t win this fight and I can’t lose it…..go home. By fighting you are putting lives in jeopardy.”
While he spoke Sama was not simply standing their he was moving, circling his enemy now by going to the right, back the way he had come. Regulating the distance so that for every inch Corouke took toward him Sama backed off one, keeping him at a distance the whole time until his change was complete.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 2:31 pm
It was easier and faster to move forward than backpedal, and with this knowledge, Corourke knew he could advance on Sama and catch him, unless the devil planned to run away from him and play defensive the entire time.
Samayou blocked his left-handed swipe, the edges of Corourke's bone claws glancing off the devil's palm spike.
While Samayou's hands twisted and turned, Corourke drew his left hand back, again posting his elbow into his own left flank as he supinated his left hand. His bones had already hardened beyond the density of steel, and he had no morphing to do at the present moment; he would attack until Samayou finished unveiling whatever he had up his sleeve.
He stepped in on his left foot, then moved forward with the right, then another on the left, inching forward for every step Samayou moved back until his pace increased, his posture erected some, and he breached the gap between them. His hands were open and ready to defend against any attacks on his legs. Making use of his 72.5-inch reach, which was increased due to the length of his bone claws, he turned his left hand to jab at Samayou's mouth as the devil spoke, an attempt to interrupt him and put a few inches of bone spike harder than steel in his maw. His right hand remained at his side, claws brandished and pointed at the devil.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 4:06 pm
{{I like to add story and drama to my fights..}}
Sama ducted his head out of the way and continued to circle and back pedal as he spoke. Letting his words sink in as his hands began to grow and change, spikes beginning to form around the base and by the time Sama had finished his sentence it was done.
His hands no longer resembled the chiseled mitts he once had before but now two large bulging palms replaced them. In the wake of his alteration four large claws about a foot and a half long had appeared now, sharp as razors and dripping with some sort of black liquid that resembled blood. These claws replaced his four main fingers and his thumb was not but a large appendage of black skin with a sharp tipped fingernail at the end.
Sama’s stance went low as he held the new transformations out to his side like a bear ready to pounce. His head low and eyes directly locked onto Corouke’s reading his so called motionless face and calculating those calculated thoughts. Sama was no longer running back but now slowly circling his prey, moving to his right almost painfully slow and daring Corouke to inch closer to try and attack. True Corouke had a distance advantage with his 3 foot long claw but the spike acted like a sword and could be avoided with ease.
Claws on the other hand could prove to be much nastier when used properly…....Corouke was about to find out.
“Content with disregarding lives for your own selfish gain then…..I won’t have any regrets.”
These words where not strong or powerful they did not demand or overwhelm but rather they begged. Pleading for a reason to the why of it all and wanting nothing more then to resolve the conflict that plagued him. However this problem that existed was not Corouke’s and thus Sama could understand the naïve child’s actions, that reason however still did not put his mind at ease.
Meanwhile:
What Corouke had not noticed was that off in the distance by where Sama had entered the arena three men stood, two larger fellows in Suits with a third in a black trench coat and a bowler hat. Next to one of the large men was a small feline figure, her hands cuffed together in front of her. She was just a Kitsune to all but to the black devil she was something more…and she was hostage. The barrel of the pistol digging into her back but the girl did not even wince at the pain for the ache in her heart drowned out the sorrow of all else. The man with the bowler hat and shades grinned at the new transformation Samayou had performed and eagerly waited to see victor rise. His voice a sadistic tone as he grinned and addressed the young woman.
Man: “You better hope your mighty guild leader is as good as many claim…for you see doing ones job is such a nasty business but once and while…I take great pleasure in it.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 5:01 pm
"You act like I'm trying to kill you, and that I lack precision," came his retort as Sama circled back in. "Quit analyzing and hit me!" His shin bone hardened, he fired off a kick with his left foot for the outside of the devil's right leg, timing the kick when the circling devil's leg lifted off the ground so that just when it touched, his attack would smack into thigh muscle.
Regardless of the result of his attack, he chased the devil down, emitting another growl as he exerted himself by charging in, hardly recklessly, his entire body coiled and every muscle tensed and tight before he sprung. His elbows left his flanks and he drove both supinated hands forward, attempting to plunge his bone claws into Samayou's torso and drive them up under his ribs to assault his lungs. The positioning of his fists, with the palms up, provided him the leverage needed to follow through with such an attack. The devil would not die, but if the attack hit, Samayou would quickly find his lungs filling with blood as he choked on his bodily fluids and passed out--Samayou's mistake for bringing out the piercing weapons first.
He happened to catch sight of the men holding the kitsune hostage behind Sama, but he continued to focus on his real business here, which was winning this match, advancing in the tournament, and claiming his prize money. This was his job, after all. The rest could come later.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:45 pm
Sama smiled as he tensed his leg allowing the kick to slam home into his thigh only to bounce back, like being tickled by a five year old. The blow was but a bruise on a warrior whose main trait was his ability to fight beyond pain. It was then that his foe decided to spring forward an attack and so Sama would respond in the same way. The Devil ducted low as his clawed hands stabbed upwards, his goal was simple. As his enemy attack with both claws forward Sama would attack by ducting and attacking simultaneously. Allowing the spikes to go over head and by thrusting his claws up he would impale the forearms of his foe.
By doing this he would gain control of his enemies limb for a brief moment and he would utilize this to his advantage. He would step forward as his back right leg rocketed out, thrusting the heel of his boot straight into his enemies sternum and cracking it in two. In the process he would send his foe stumbling back like a rag doll, exerting his full force and power at his enemy. The power he harnessed in his body could rip metal platting to shreds, what chance did a organic structure have against such a strong force of impact. The boy wanted to be hit and so Sama would hit him, cut him, tear at him, and bite him with everything he had. Survival instinct combined with raw power and the cold calculating mind of a seasoned warrior would be unleashed, fear itself would cower…….
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:18 pm
As Sama "ducted," Corourke merely halted his attack for a moment, controlling and slowing his dash forward, allowing the devil to duck before he readjusted the positioning of his arms. With the abyssal being's torso now a lower target, he instead flared his elbows and pulled his hands apart from one another, choosing to assault the dark entity's neck instead of his lungs. In pulling his arms apart, he also created small windows through which Sama's own bone claws fit through, rending the air in place of Corourke's arms.
His bone claws jabbed inward in pincer fashion, attacking each side of Samayou's neck to impale the jugular, carotid artery, and windpipe. If Samayou was still able to kick, what with all that survival instinct, the blow would hit Corourke's sternum and force him back, not breaking bone but bruising the flesh and muscle over it. He let out a feral grunt as he stepped backward, pronating his fists again before he ripped his edged bone claws from his opponent's throat, making fillets of Sama's neck tissue--that is, if he was able to stick this fool.
The adrenaline seething through his veins like liquid fire, he remained aware of everything, ready for the trap or bone spike that might come out of nowhere to assault him. Osseous tissue leaked from the bottoms of his tape-wrapped feet and the palms of his hands; he focused, forming bone boots, greaves, and gauntlets with sharp white talons similar to Samayou's claws. The spikes protruding from his knuckles remained as these new additions fit into place; he bled only very slightly, the smallest incisions made in his flesh through which the skeletal matter flowed outward to encase and solidify into carapace.
"You don't seem so confident against opponents you can't tear apart and bully. You also assume I lack experience. Perhaps it is you who lacks it; spending too much time tearing tissue paper and counseling newbs?" he taunted, the bone carapace spreading up the length of his arms and forming thick, hard padding over his knees. The exoskeleton shined brilliantly white in the sun. His lips pulled back from the left side of his mouth in a grin. His elbow still in, he sliced the air with his claws and pointed the fingers of his left hand at SabaDrith. What could that possibly do?
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