The coliseum is an oval (ellipse) with the outer measurements as follows: Length: 189 meters (615 ft) Width: 156 meters (510 ft) Height: 48 meters (157 ft). The inner measurements (arena area) Length: 88 meters (287 ft) Width: 56 meters (180 ft) Height: 4.6 meters (15 ft). Modeled akin to the coliseum in Rome, Italy. The interior of the arena is a simple pit of packed dirt, the thousands of seats available for many to view the happenings within. The arena itself is protected on the walls closing it in with runes, keeping the audience from potential danger of stray attacks and a wide range of damage. These runes also keep the foundation of the arena from being all but obliterated.
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 12:41 pm
Slowly advancing into the blaring sun representing the outside world, a man liberated from the shadows made his appearance known to the audience. Quite lanky, yet athletic in his form the fighter stood at six foot two and approximately two-hundred six pounds give or take. A perpetual grimace was drawn, sometimes obscured by the serrated dreadlocks with a crimson cloth tied to his forehead to mimic those karate fighters out of jest. Still adorned with the demin crimson vest with signs of being wore around the shoulders, having this piece of clothing reveal his weathered chest covered in scars.
Both arms engrossed from the hands to shoulder in bandages, a peculiar look that cloaked portions of his bare chest. Lastly he wore some black fatigues ripped to short length for flexibility and equally bandaged feet. Dressed to bleed out the opposition and amuse the crowd to an extent, he inhaled deeply before utterly something to amplify the reaction of the looming audience.
" ******** READY FOR A BLOODBATH? "
He cackled ominously to himself, ceasing his antics as he headed for the epicenter of the arena itself. Daunting was the occasion twitching and contorted body movements, maybe under the influence or simply just a lunatic. Legs positioned to shoulder width, his elongated arms hang from his sides limply as he slouches with his knees bent. Rapidly clanging his sharp teeth together in a rhythm gave a resemblance to a piranha, pressing onward with a little psychological warfare whenever this foe made their entrance.
Two combatants were entering the coliseum with one surely to walk out in one piece, adamant in making them bleed profusely. How the crowd interpreted him mattered little, just them witnessing the carnage if anything. Now he waited, hyperactive towards beginning the fight with a malicious gaze at the opposite side of the area.
While most other competitors would be delighted to show off their skills to the world, be thrilled to spill blood in the name of competition, or even just to impress that one woman. However this competitor did not share the same delights, but instead found such an event to be his disliking. But why was he here then? Because of reasons.
Taking his time, he would take each step with care, not that he was trying to be careful in his path, but rather simply to delay more time. The fighter would finally enter into the light of the arena revealing to his opponent who his opposition would be. Standing around six foot, with black hair, with the front being blue, hanging down to his waist, adoring a matching blue outfit that took no effort to hide four visible blades, two of which were normal long swords and another were two short swords, and on his back was a bow hanging along side his quiver. The man was quite armed, apparently having having what weapons to whatever the situation called for.
Despite his unwillingness to enter into a such foolhardy tournament, it was his job as a fighter to give entertainment where needed. Taking a few more steps into coliseum, in one swift motion of drawing of his sword and then tossing into the air in a spinning motion where for a split second seemed to just hover. To follow up, in even a faster motion, taking his sheath out from his belt, tossing it straight into the air as well, the sheath made contact with his sword, and by contact the the sword resheated itself mid air before falling right back down to the swordsman hand. Placing his sword and sheath back onto his belt he eyed his opponent that lay straight ahead of him.
"Tii baaitu etu U supun'ekuumugu tii, tian rowakuya temu baai baururu tun'n'ti dun'etia?"
Even if he couldn't understand, it was apparent it was some sort of trash talk. Pausing for a second before speaking again, "My mistake, not everyone can understand my native tongue. Regardless, please show some restraint, I hate to stain such a fantastic sand."
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:27 pm
Gawking at his opponent finally making his entrance, whistling in response to the armament this combatant was bringing to the audience and in extension to utilize on his body like target practice. Speaking in tongues, Darius drew a bemused expression as the sadistic b*****d readied for combat. Some sword dance or circus act to entertain the crowd made him cackle, examining every movement before a move was made from one of them. Without delay this blue warrior translated back to the common language most could comprehend, grinning obnoxiously at his attempt to throw some trash talking in the classic spirit of competition. e maintained that peculiar brawling stance, its primary goal in maximizing his fighting potential and of course inflict some true carnage.
" It'll be stained, one way or another!"
Terminating the brief exchange of words between them, Darius would conclude the battle of words and commence the start of the bloodbath. Sprinting into the direction of the opposition, crazed eyes fixated onto the one destined for an asskicking. Shifting into that phenomenal drug, he accelerated as the distance was severed between them. Breaking the suspense, he began his game plan, planting his lead foot a few inches. Subtly lifting and rotating the shoulder within the step, his left arm known as his equalizer propelled forward.
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Darius kept that no guard like boxing stance simply for the principal of reaching his target easily and executing strikes without the slight hindrances. This crisp strike was for the body, particularly close to the collarbone section. Heightened agility and power amplified, without the drug others already described as a sledgehammer with greater momentum. Until one encountered his punches, no one could discern the freakish reach of those arms. Wielding arms at 89 inches thanks for the physical augmentation obtained by a delusional surgeon, it made things difficult with distance akin to a practitioner of a polearm with stepping in increasing such ground. Testing the waters with this jab would determine his offense
A swift yet forward strike, simple but brutal. What was more concerning was the extension of the man's arm, figured that something would make him different from the others yet this was a bit surprising, there was nothing of the sort that gave that away, well as far as he cared anyway.
Not wanting such a opportunity to go to waste, after all it was in his style to strike while they struck, and such a forward attack made it easier to retaliate. With unprecedented speed, Umbra went bent his knees, bringing his whole body down to avoid collision of his foe's fist. Not wasting any movement or time, lunging forward, and in one quick draw, his blade would bring attempt to cleave his opponent in two, targeting the central area waist.
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:15 pm
Jabs were a fundamental technique in the fighting world, Compared to all other ******** punches, the jab is faster, longer, most likely to land, and least likely to leave you vulnerable. The jab uses less energy than any other punch and still keeps you in position to follow up. Darius was cerebral in its usage, realizing realistically one would be considered suicidal for leading with an unarmed attack against a weapon practitioner. An antiquate measuring stick for the moment of evading the hand, the malicious bruiser had plans of his own to respond in kind with a looming threat in the sidelines.
Preserving the right arm for defensive or counterattack means, it only made sense to have contingency plans lay in wait for the bait to be lured and the warrior to snatch at it. Launching a swift palm strike half cocked to avoid the blades, reach and distance gave the maniac a second or two to respond. Suddenly the air was struck by him,sending devastating shock waves through the air in the direction it was facing which was Umbra.Because of its enormous offensive power and great quick speed, this attack makes for a very good defense for enclosing the perimeter around him.
Kowasu Por Beben aka Break by Vibration
A destructive fighting style which works through generating kinetic energy which afterwards allows the user to control vibrations around their limbs to generate shock. Becoming the medium to possess such emissions, infusing seismic energy into fierce shock waves.
Jabs could fortunately be spring back with haste, especially since Darius was diligent in refraining from overextending the strike in the first place.Almost immediately he exploited his eagerness to cleave him in two, dropping his elbow imbued with the same energy. This was a shock wave from two fronts, attempting to crumble his opponent as the left elbow aimed for the closest shoulder. The elbow would be behind slightly, however the right arm was prepared for this. Bleeding this guy was the objective, proving it from the start with the tools in his arsenal by pummeling the guy with overwhelming concussive force.
...reach and distance gave the maniac a second or two to respond.
That was a mistake, one or two seconds was simply too much time, at least to Umbra. His foe thought he could respond to him in such a sluggish manner, especially the fact this was Umbra's specialty, striking back when the enemy least expecting and least defended, additionally the blade was never really knocked away, but only deflected away, allowing him to simply flick his wrist, re-aiming the tip of the blade pointing majority of flesh, and in a simple flow, sending his blade straight into his opponent he sent his blade into stomach area.
Umbra's school of swordsmanship is what is roughly translated into "Kitsune Ryou" a style where the concept of preemptive retaliation was the focus of study. Something like of what the best defensive is the best offensive taken quite literally. This school required high amount of reflexes and speed, something not even non-humans could easily master, making Umbra quite the formidable opponent.
However this was quite the reckless move on the swordsman part. His reliance on striking first would be quite the mistake on his part, it would seem both fighters would suffer from their own actions. Even if the strike did deliver Umbra did not stop the shockwave from happening, and instead took a direct blow from it, knocking him backwards. As much as this blow was taken quite directly, a swordsman knows grace even when falling. As soon as he fell roughly onto his back, quickly rolling around before re positioning himself upward, however the blow was indeed the shock. As he didn't readily stand up as he normally would, taking a few more seconds before getting back into the groove of battle, but hopefully his opponent at this time was recovering from his blow as well if there was any blow to recover from.
"E tuusutiekun imu tuya pediti uti sun'n'tusu. Run'ti osu tidiya egeumu."
"Now that we have met!" Shifting back into the common tongue. "Lets amp this up. I need to reassure myself that killing mindless brutes hasn't dulled my skills."
With a simply flick he began to spin the blade in his right hand, like it was some sort of stick before moving it behind him and tossing it to his left hand, continuing the spin before tossing it into the air where it dropped back down to his right hand once all the while the swordsman made a small grin.
"Miba run'ti osu vun'guumu egeumu!"
Time to make things a bit more serious, and its clear that assassination type moves currently wont work as both are clearly aware of each other and neither are engaged yet. So the more logical move is to bring the fight to him. Drawing out his second sword, a pure white blade that glinted as the sun's rays made contact, the mere sight of it was breath taking, unlike the first sword he held, which was a of crimson color that gave off an feeling of unrest by just merely looking at it. It was clear that these blades had something special, but what? That would be determined as the fight went on, well however the first blade's effect would kick in, well if the man tried to do any sort of healing.
The Winter's Fang: A crimson single edge blade around 48" in length, created with unknown alloys, however its displays the lightness of steel and the hardness of diamonds.
Ready to spring in to action, actually even before the thought was finished Umbra rushed straight into his foe, closing the gap instantly, his speed was something else entirely, entirely unnatural it would appear at times. Was it because he had some sort of power? Or was it simply through countless hours of training and experience? Maybe he wasn't even human. Regardless those questions can be answered, right now it was best to give answers to his blades.
Raising his left arm he brought down the white sword in attempt to cut Darius's right arm, however that was a rapid feint as Umbra quickly ducked and spun around sending instead a horizontal strike to to once again dismember him into two pieces.
Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:07 pm
" You're hilarious, lets test that out shall we?"
Darius' banter was impaired from the small hole settling in with his form, composing some plan for this sword fetishist switching between speaking common and some babble that the bruiser found just irritating to be frank. Slowly consuming the battlefield in crimson, nothing inspired a fighter more than the sight of their own ******** blood being used as paint for the sand. Adjusting his stance to one reminiscent of a Thai boxer, time was something he could not afford to give this deadly swordsman.
Roles were reversed with his adversary being the aggressor, probably scheming some cunning technique with the new sword he revealed to both him and the audience swarming the rows to watch them fight. Their loud cheers radiated the arena, rousing him up admittedly whether it was for his death or triumph. He had to act accordingly, watching the sand kick off to signal his maneuver with haste.
Slamming his hands together instantaneously for a clap imbued with his semitic energy, sending forth a tremendous one when wielded with both hands. A circular shell emulated from this, anything five feet to feel its wrath. Traveling through air the emission could deliver a clout to induce asphyxia and potentially filled with nausea, hoping to buy more time for a true counterattack. Darius knew those blades were a threat, holding off on a well known suicidal tactic that might need to be used soon.
As fast as Umbra could move, dashing through the wind, but it didn't matter if his opponent had an instant counter to his charge. Though as much as it was instant, the move was pulled off too soon, allowing the sword saint to back off, just barely. His ears were not normal, he could just feel the dangers of walking into such a deadzone.
This was really meant to buy time to think of a distraction, but doing so also gave the swordsman time to think as well. Instead of retreating, what must would probably have done, he instead stood there, prepping himself to when the barrier went down.
Tossing the blade in his left hand, straight into the air, but did so at angle it would fall straight into his opponent when the barrier fell, if it would fall. All the while, he was readying himself to charge right back into him, his blade resting to his side, allowing him to shift into different stances depending the situation at hand, and his left arm free to grab his other short sword if that was needed as well. It all depended on what the next actions his foe would take.
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:25 pm
Acute hearing was a double edged sword in this circumstance, having it unintentionally harm to distant targets, including beings with sensitive/enhanced superhuman hearing. It was an excellent defense mechanism to halt before suffering immensely with his superb hearing at that range, but logically it would cause almost the same effect. Frustration was obvious based on his expression, yet deep down was happy he was challenging a formidable opponent this time around. The sword was rebelled only by a slither away from him, the sands now calm to indicate his little defense was severed.
" Don't you want to cut me? I'm right here
The sadomasochist had to prepare himself for his opponent, taunting him for otherwise remaining aware of his surroundings. Pain still lingered from the wound, agitated that nothing substantial has been shown in his tactics right now. Knees were bent and right arm stick out in a linebacker stance. Unable to be submissive in this dire situation forced his hand based on his demeanor. He sprinted forward knowing based on his actions something drastic would make the b*****d try something dangerous.
That was quite the bold move, charging straight ahead without regard what the other had planned, then again he might have a plan of his own. It was a dangerous gamble, maybe it might pull it off, maybe he'll go home with out a head. If Umbra was in his shoe, the same course of actions would have probably been taken, of course with some kind of plan, whether that be smash him, or cut him, at least some sort of idea.
"Its never what I want nor what will happen." With a swift motion of his free hand, a sharp object projecting its way towards Darius, the object in question was a throwing knife, a weapon the swordsman has been hiding through out the match, this was only one of his few hidden tricks. The target in mind was somewhere around the chest, possibly the neck. Regardless of wherever it was to strike, definitely bringing a hindrance, or a possibility of forcing the fighter back, maybe outright death if one could be so lucky.
"Its always what I've done is what you should be questing." Not to lower any guard, moving the blade in front where if needed jab into the enemy, make a block, a cutting block, or a simple beheading as well if the situation proved to give him such an opportunity. Umbra was not to let his foe simply walk up to him, not at least without careful consideration, therefore the situation would almost always be in his way, not his opponents.
Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 8:38 pm
Adventurous gambles were always connected to Darius, making naive endeavors just to maximize on the carnage onto his opposition. Closing the distance served to reinvigorate his powers for the type of assault he planned next. Further injuries could not be shrugged off with his tolerance towards pain, starting to accelerate faster. Channeling that incredible force through his feet, the implications were obvious to anyone who knew the fighting tactics of this madman.
Emitting vibrations from his feet, timing the release when his hand moved knowing nothing could be read easily once his superior speed was utilized. Responding like a repulsion with intense concussive force, Darius once a step was placed it was difficult to read his movements. Propelling like a rocket or bullet into the direction with his body lowering, a sharp pain was felt with the blade slicing past his face to cut him deeply on one side of his face. Bringing his body parallel to the ground helped, immediately going to collide with frightening momentum to crash with his arms in a x like guard to reenact an accelerated battling ram to damage his precious legs. In particular this was closer to the knees than a traditional spear tackle to the midsection.
Determined to bring the fight to him, the swordsman would at least be forced to acknowledge he was threat; even for a mindless brute as he titled him as.
It was expected of the knife to do nothing more than leave a scratch, maybe deter the target from the current path. It seems in most general situations the throwing knife was a deadly assassination weapon, a great surprise tactic, yet was generally useless when already engaged against a fighter type of a foe who could care less about mini injuries here and there. Also seemly quite infective against someone who really just wants to bum rush you down to the ground. Maybe it was best to retire these weapons for throwing stars, those always work in movies.
Regardless, the knife didn't do anything but leave a scratch, which in this case, it did absolutely nothing except become a waste of weapon, which may or may not been useful in future fights for this tournament. All it mater now was to switch back to the offensive, Darius was brave, Umbra could give him that, or plain crazy. Normally half the time they do kinda mean the same thing when describing someone such him.
Anyways back into the action, a smile lifting up on his face, though hidden behind his scarf, this was getting to be fun. Umbra took a dash towards the running bullet, but just off to the side so he wouldn't collide, and adjusting his sword so that he could ready to cut Darius in half, once again. Using his momentum and Darius's momentum, this would allow for a clean cut through the whole body, and with both dashing in opposite directions, if he somehow evaded the strike they would be facing each other in opposite corners again.
