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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:22 am
The Coliseum  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.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:15 am
ʂtefania
"The Denizen"
Stefania was not used to places with huge crowds. Sure she had experience in them but she was a being born and raised in environment alike to dark filthy, brutal, and harsh places that people didn't want to look. Rather here as she walked into the open she felt naked. Although she was sure that the audience would have probably have loved that seeing as there were thousands of people looking down at the redhead. In most circumstances she would have begun using her secret weapon right from the beginning but this place was to big, it would just blow away.
She didn't hold back though and kept walking forward stopping not that far from the middle and stood waiting. She turned her head at an odd angle and cracked it and felt a thirst for blood. Today she would kill.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 1:05 pm
The Feasting Fires of Man
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: The Contest of Champions
The portcullis slowly started to rise and with it so did the darkness behind it. A silhouette stood stoically in the swath of shifting shadows. A domineering form of the perceived pinnacle of man, an epitome---a God. The voracious crowd erupted as the gate finally crashed to a halt, giving the hulking form permission to entertain them. Like a ravenous group of piranha, the spectators rushed from their seats, forming around the opening as the man started motion. His right hand slowly brushed up against the stone wall. The leather of his glove became taught against the rough surface of the stone. The touch itself was symbolic beneath it all; it was his way of affirming his material existence. He could feel through the rough stone the crowd shaking the coliseum, he could feel their passion---taste their lust for blood; he came to fill their empty bellies with the panicked cries of contrition… First coming from the petite female that wandered into the weaving and often woeful winds of fate. His hand left the stone and with it pulled the weight of the darkness to his grasp. The swirling strands of polymer energy bound itself to his will. Giving birth to his woven Hell---his Cigar. Biting down upon it within his vicious pearly smile, he inhaled violently. As the smoke slithered between the shine of his maw, the darkness pulsed, only to return as he exhaled---a toxic plume of darkness.
The air became filled with the sweet smell of mint; the sweet smell of death.
He closed his eyes briefly… Stepping forward, the darkness parted to brilliant light. The warmth of the sun brushed over his pale flesh. The vapid surface soon became flush with life as he stood across from his diminutive opposition.
Ertai Vexic…
His name was spoken only by those who had fallen… Offering only legends and ghost stories to the very few living who knew who he was… Yet not walking soul in the arena, maybe a few outside of the walls, could even describe how the tyrant looked… He was of military ideals and so it reflected in his posture and dress. The long black overcoat lay taught to his body, showing minor details of his massive and statuesque body. His face… His face was something else, never casting the same reflection twice to his own eyes and to each soul, a look into the desire of how they view an epitome… He never looked the same to anyone he encountered.
The crowd erupted as he tossed back his arms and inhaled sharply. The vanity poured through every inch of his mocking flesh. He relished the opportunity to spill mortal blood with mortal rules, bringing him down to a form of tangibility; a form of reality. His cruel eyes scanned the crowd, paying no attention to his feeble opposition. Ertai had spent eternities peeling back the layers of flesh from mortal beings, this woman would be no different---just another forgotten face in his endless journey towards giving absolution to those lost mortal souls.
Ertai returned his gaze to the woman or girl he was about to splay like a whore. His cold pale eyes narrowed. His strong jaw tightened up as he bit down into the black material of his cigar. Inhaling slowly he rolled out his shoulders, knocking the proverbial rust off of his crumbling form. Despite his pinnacle being and soldier like body, Ertai was far from the man he once was. Blinded by arrogance and consumed by greed and vanity, he would trudge forward with unparalleled ambition.
He was here to hunt and label the heroes of this world. It was in his future to design himself upon their attributes and skills; relish their unique abilities and bastardize their realities to fit his own---to fit their own goals. It wouldn’t be much longer until her weak cries echo out from the quivering lips of death, only to be drowned by the fervor of bloodlust and pandemonium.
A thought crossed through his shifting mind…
It was of power… The thought itself incited his physical frame to change slightly. The cascading strands of energy that bound all to reality started to converge into his mind. Smoke tarted to billow from his agape maw, and with that so did his poisonous words.
”You will bow down to me in blood---in shame---in defeat and in death…”
With a cold lick to the end of his sentence darkness pulsed from his frame as he continued to charge. His hands moved to the chrome buttons that latched his coat together and slowly, one by one, they escaped contact with each other. As the coat opened up, he revealed the sheaths to two sets of twin blades. One set was his Dominion blades and the second looked to be a modest pairing of Gladius. Out of sight was his offhand weaponry the Butterfly Swords, which lay attached to the back of his war-belt.
Gripping the hilts of his Dominion blades, Ertai unsheathed them from the rings attached to his war belt and slammed them violently into the ground. The blades teetered for a moment as they stuck perfectly into the soil with out falling. Ertai didn’t need the blades---yet. He wanted to wring the life from her petite frame with his bare hands. Loosening the cuffs to his over coat, Ertai threw back his arms and sent the overcoat crashing to the ground below. His display of bravado was an attempt at intimidating the young girl into believing in his own confidence. He didn’t need armor…
Throwing his arms outwards he would turn and face the smoldering crowd.
Glancing back at the woman he would await her response to his utter disrespect and self-aggrandizing attitude. In his mind he had already won, it was a matter of spilling the contents of her skull across the matte dirt surface that separated this from reality.
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Flash Charge: Ertai can increase his power structure by taking a round to channel and gather his psychokinetic energy. Each charge advances his Concussive Black power scale by one. Each charge takes one full round to gather and is internally stored inside of Ertai's physical body. These charges can be spent to produce greater and more powerful advanced psychokinetic abilities. Ertai's physical body can store a maximum of three internal charges, any more and the energy is dissipated and released to no ill effect to the opposition or Ertai.
Dominion Blades: Ertai's most prized blades. They're traditional Vexa form built as a full tang weapon. From tip to hilt it is one solid piece of metal. It spans three and a half feet in total length. Unlike a traditional blade it doesn't taper off to a perfect point but rather curves out slightly much to the same effect as a katana. The hand guard has a wicked look about it, a woven mess of five wire like spikes that protrude from all around his grasp. Two of these wire like spikes face upwards with the blade on the outside area opposite of his hand. In most cases these wire spikes are used to entangle and disarm the opposition’s weapon and sometimes gouge. Attached to the hilt facing outwards with the hand guard is a large ring, this ring is used to spin and maneuver the weapon as Ertai deems fit, often using it to change up style and stance. On the bottom of each hilt is a protruding spike.
(Rapier/ Katana hybrid swords)
Punishment & Persecution: These two blades are Ertai's secondary and more off the cuff weaponry. Each blade is twelve inches long with a six inch handle. Unlike traditional butterfly swords they curve slightly at the tip. Half way down the blade the blade becomes blunted and is mainly used for non-lethal strikes and to effectively block bladed weapons without damaging the blade itself. In addition the blades have a slight cross guard that covers the hand and can be used to disarm, hook and strike the opposition.
(Butterfly Swords)
The Ancients: Two simplistic Gladius like weapons. They’re hilts have protruding spikes about 4 inches. They’re thirty four inches from hilt to tip. They have no enchantments and are rather mysterious, especially why does he keep them?
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Overview: Entering Arena – Posturing – Charging -- Removal of Overcoat – Discarding of primary weaponry – Posturing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:33 pm
ʂtefania
"The Denizen"
Stefania watched her opponent enter bathing himself in his own grandeur. She wanted to laugh as she could see, smell, and even feel how he was rather alike to almost every man she had ever run into. However the difference was he actually blinded himself with his own arrogance. Unlike the man in front of her she had by appearance no weapons. She had a few surprises but nothing like a sword or anything of unique design. She reached up and wiped her nose as if she had a runny nose, for whatever varying reason. What she did instead however was release a pheromone directly into her nose. This pheromone mixture would not visibly so boost her physical strength and agility. In short it would make her faster, stronger and more flexible. She would need this to dodge his attacks.
She watched him though as if she was some sort of weak creature that he could pounce on. The Denizen was a person who could lie through her face and eyes, this man would probably see her as some fearful creature. She saw the challenge he was posing and decided not to raise one of her own. Instead she would feed his illusion this fight was over already. As he seemed to slowly work his way closer she would but her left foot forward a tiny bit and lower her stance and raise her hands.
This fight would not be won by her moving in an offensive manner at least not for now. So the concept was to wait and bait him to come in hard and fast. So she teased him for now.
"Last I checked males didn't want women bowing but would still rather we be on our knees."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:04 pm
Into The Black
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: Contest of Champions
The thunderous applause and obstreperous roar of the crowd fed into his vanity like a parched field to flame. It wasn't without merit that he thought in such a manner. Never knowing the sense of fear; the taste of uncertainty. Yet there was something he was entirely familiar with that started to surface and it was his lust. Ertai looked upon the petite female with a revolver of thoughts, shifting one chamber of logic into another until he found what he liked for her. Perhaps it was the spur in her phrasing that lit something inside of him or perhaps it was just madness beseeching madness.
”I will do more than make you bow-“
She now had his undivided attention.
”Now---now don’t fear me… Embrace me like your lungs embrace the air… Like the cold embraces the night… Death embraces time.”
With a flare of darkness in his eyes he set his glare low on his brow. Despite the soaring light of the arena itself, his face held a darken look. It was with the shift in appearance that he would grip the hilt of his left Dominion blade. With a quick jerking motion he would tear it from the earth and send it soaring through the air at her. Unlike most projectile attacks his strength and speed would make it so the blade soared straight through the air and not tumble, especially because of the size of the weapon. Now the attack itself was a simple gesture, followed by his lumbering form walking towards her. The true nature of the attack was to get his blade behind her for later use. He calculated the distance and the odds of such an attack actually striking---it was low, he knew this. His unwavering eyes stared at her with a vicious hunger and with that his body erupted into the first stage of his Concussive Black. Darkness poured from his grasp and a sharp crack licked through the air as soon as it became cold and thin around him.
Soon enough the distance between them would close, and he would get the chance to put his hands on her… His domineering frame closed the distance between them, one step at a time. Soon she would know the taste of oblivion as it soon would barrel down into her like the fear of having a hoard of barbarians ravaging her body.
Ertai wanted her to fight.
He wanted her to taste the high of confidence before he bled it out of her.
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Concussive Black Stage I: Upon gaining his charge Ertai will advance into his stage of psychokinetic power. This first stage of power is more physically altering than anything. It gives Ertai a displaced look with a smoky black substance bleeding from his hands. The closer one would get to Ertai the more they would notice how cold and thin the air is around him. Upon touching Ertai one would be met with a slight numbing sensation that would fade as soon as contact with Ertai was disrupted.
Effects: Smokey visualizations, slight numbing on contact.
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Overview: Taunting – Thrown weapon attack – Ascension into Concussive Black I – Moving towards opposition.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:45 am
ʂtefania
"The Denizen"
Stefania's plan seemed to be working she could hear in the man's speech alone he probably planned to rape and violate her before killing her or if it was not planned he had definitely thought the subject. This was the first sign that the man was already walking into her playing field and would have no knowledge of it. He through his weapon at her which was meant to miss, she could tell. No one threw a large blade of that size across the arena with the actual intent to hit the target unless they could fling it like a crossbow shoots it's bolt.
Her options varied but she would play into her own strongest field, She would jump to the side in a manner that proportionally showed her feminine features. As she landed she readied herself physically in a few minor ways. While scientifically she did not know the types of pheromones and whatnot she did know how to control every aspect of her own body as well as many aspects of the other persons body as long as they received. At this point she was upwind, had the man already attuned to her pheromones, and had put off a sense that he was superior to him and she was almost willing to let him do his thing. These were indicators to her as well as her method of making the male receptive. Her powers worked exceptionally well against males and somewhat okay against females. Sadly this man came into the arena hyped and ready to walk into her trap, without knowing a thing about his opponent. While the same could be said she didn't know anything about the man who seemed to visually smoke at this point, men were predictable. Now he was charging blind. Something most people did in arena's and almost always a costly mistake.
When it came to fear Stefania frankly didn't have it, men least of all would bring her fear no matter how big and powerful they were, they were just men. All men could be broken by a few twists here and there but there were natural urges that men desired be towards men or women that allowed a woman like Stefania to break them. Stefania was dressed in clothes that showed her feminine aspects as well as lightly armored her. She wore form fitted black leather pants that were tight to her body. Her stomach was wide open showing a little muscle but for most men it was so subtle compared to the male body it would not really be noted just that they had a very slim waist which was curvaceous to their eye and attractive. Her upper body from rib cage up to her shoulders was a form of modified black Corset shirt. It at this point was partially loosened around her breasts to show cleavage which was a way to excite the mind for better reception of her pheromones. The arms had something alike to modified bracers, they covered her arm down from hand to elbow and covered the back of her hand and had a patch of cloth that covered her palm. The true purpose for these was not quiet what one would expect but the man charging would find this out. Her final article of clothing was her heavy black military styled boots.
Her hair was in a loose ponytail and it swayed back and forth from the recent movement and she smiled seductively. The effects she applied now was she actually increased stimulant pheromones within her arms and legs, this actually reduced the negative feedback from pain, but was a pheromone exclusive to females where males when they came into contact with this pheromone would rather have a heightened sensitivity to everything, Usually a pheromone secreted internally of the female during intercourse. Due To Stefania's control she was literally sweating this onto her skin as a form of precursor defense. She was a close range combatant and this male if he was fortunate would be able to do some damage of his own but Stefania fought in a territorial manner her body and the air around her being an invisible territory that others where oblivious too.
Some of her attraction based pheromones worked for up to a two mile distance however it was usually a very ineffective pheromone so she tended to not use it. She preferred closer combat and confined areas because her smells could pulsate and fill these areas. To further sink this moving battleship she yelled a taunt that would simply feed his already growing appetite.
"I like a man who's Rough!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:08 pm
The Scent of Smoke
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: The Contest of Champions
Power: Concussive Black I
Ertai was unlike most of the men in the tournament. His body was built to much the same in form and appearance but lacked the functionality of a biological man. The petite woman would soon find out that the influence of her pheromones would be nothing more than a delusional notion. As Ertai perpetrated symptoms conducive to the pheromones, it was not the underlying reason he was acting the way he did. His mind swarmed like maggots upon a corpse. Their constant shifting nature only increased the amplification of emotional and psychological attributes. This was to the point of exuding vanity, lust and greed, like vomit from the plagued. Every moment, word and action gave subsistence to this reality. This would soon before very evident to the young warrior as she would discover that his lust was more than just carnal desires. It was of a hunger, a gluttonous hunger to consume everything.
”Voluptuous… Even in the grandeur of the arena…”
He slithered out words like a predator scouting out his thoughts in crude ink.
”Let us see if you hold the same light in death…”
He finished with a vicious change in tone.
The blade… He watched as it slammed into the ground no more than three feet behind her. The teetering of the darken blade only lasted for a moment as the winds shifted blowing towards his face. It was with in her logic that the pheromones would come into play yet she also didn’t account for the muddled distortion of his sense of smell.
It was at a constant state of burning… It billowed out smoke as black as night. His Cigar twisted with in his maw to the opposite side of his face. The same putrid smoke billowed out from between his vicious grin. The smoke licked past his features and vanished into the wind, yet there was a secondary displacement of smoke. This similar darken smoke pushed itself from his skin, clothing and general frame of existence. It pushed itself around him, masking him a toxic cloud of pheromones and hellish smoke. Ertai wasn’t entirely immune to her wiles, as his misogynistic eyes danced over her revealing body. Passion roiled beneath his cold exterior; they wanted her.
Ertai would continue to close the gap between them, limiting the distance to an intimidating ten feet. It was with in this distance that Ertai would begin to charge once again. The same burst of energy as before cascaded over his body. The details of his bare chest tightened as the energy surged through his avatar. This sudden confluence of the two beings would soon come to be…
With a single step he would change everything about how he appeared to her.
His left arm would extend outwards, bending the elbow outwards and away from the body, yet only slightly. Bringing his arm up about shoulder height, he would stabilize and c**k back with his right arm. The bend at the elbow cocked out sharply away from his body, bringing the fist of the right hand to ear level. As his stance continued to form, his right foot slid back, bending his boot slightly at the toe and pressing off from behind so the heel was slightly lifted off of the ground. His left leg extended outwards similar to the arm yet the foot rested slightly on the heel of his boot.
Ertai was within his Xingyiquan stance, yet it was slightly bastardized. He added a varity of martial arts into the same skill set which the military of Vexa referred to as “The Black Hand of Vexic.” The accumulation of knowledge throughout his existence has granted him unparalleled martial skill. The petite woman would soon figure out that Ertai was a fierce close quarter fighter.
The distance between them was around eight feet or so, after Ertai had taken his step into stance. It was at this point where he decided to become the dominate aggressor in the conflict and moved to attack. Despite his size, Ertai was a fast fighter. The discarding of his overcoat helped tremendously to cut his physical resistance. He closed the distance between them in a few steps, and with that he would begin his assault on her posturing frame.
His right arm lashed out, his fist turning and clenching as it aimed to smash in her collar bone. The direct effect of such an attack could be severe if the strike connected uninterrupted, the strength he possessed would be enough to fracture the bone, if not drive it downwards into her body. The success rate of this attack would be limited, having been the aggressor and having the responsibility of closing the distance, she would have adequate time to prepare for such a strike---yet he had more than that up his sleeve. As the strike launched outwards and in concurring motions, his left arm would drop and pull back slightly, turning his palm downwards and slightly askew away from his body. He wanted to bait her---he wanted to get his hands on her.
His domineering gaze stared her down as they finally would come to clash.
Training Martial Prowess: The Black Hand of Vexic The Black Hand of Vexic is Ertai's own personally created martial arts style that he himself applies in combat; as well his personal military. This martial art style has been created by applying different and often conflicting forms of Earth made styles. Ertai applies his knowledge and mastery of eight specific martial arts. Each one having a situation in mind before switching to styles: Xingyiquan ( Primary Aggression) Jeet Kune Do ( Primary Defensive ) Vale Tudo ( Improvise ) Duan Quan ( Strike & Move ) Tongbeiquan ( Powerful Control ) Pencak Silat ( Critical ) Muay Thai ( Breaking ) Sambo ( Grappling )
Physical Avatar Physical Avatar:- Strong: Ertai can dead lift 1,000 pounds. - Form: Ertai is 6’5’’ and weighs about 230lbs. His body is built like that of a soldier. Broad shoulders with strong muscular arms. His physical form is taken from the perception of his collective what a perfect human should appear as. A darken version an epitome specimen. His blood is a blackish oil like substance that he refers to as “Ichor.” This substance holds no life giving qualities, but merely acts as balance to his physical form, making it unable for him to “bleed-out.” Unlike humans, Ertai has no vital organs beyond mere place holders. He can be dismantled and cut down much the same as a human, but the permanence of his demise is limited to his recreation from the metaphysical realms at a later time. - Agile: Ertai is not overly quick in the sense of sprinting, yet his limb movements are blazing and precise. The fluidity of his movements are at the pinnacle for his current state of being which closely can be compared to that of near-superhuman in nature. Arguably his weakest state in existence, this said he should be compared to a human at its most pinnacle point. - Senses: Ertai's senses are resonance based and he can pick up on things a normal human cannot. He can sense energy and differentiate between its types and anticipate what might happen based off the disturbance, especially psychic energy. - Resistances:Psionic- Ertai has spent his span of existence waging war over some of the most powerful entities to have ever crossed the multi-verse. His dealings with these greater psionic beings has given him subtle and major resistances against mental effects, charming, telekinesis and unwilled telepathy. Threshold: 80 / 60 / 40 / 20 / 0 Adverse Energies- Ertai's intense training and constant traveling through planar gates and through other means of energy has gained resistance to various forms of energy. Negative energy, electricity and quintessence. Ertai will brush off minor displays of these energy sources yet major or prolonged exposure to these sources can cause adverse effects and wear down the resistance. Threshold: 75 / 50 / 25 / 0 Temperature- Ertai has very little attachment to his physical body beyond it's physical use and for that reason he has a high tolerance and resistance to radical changes in temperature. Minor cold and heat won't even register yet prolonged exposure to either of them will have much the same effect as it would on a normal human, except the outwards and mental racking pain.
Equipment Gloves of Dominion: Probably one of Ertai's most important piece of equipment. These gloves are a tight leather like substance, rumored to be the flesh of his father’s hands. Underneath the leather is a series of metal bindings and plates used for parrying blades and applying more physical damage. The bindings are thick enough to prevent direct severing, yet they are not connected and offer weak points between the bends of the fingers and around the side of the hands and behind the knuckle ridge. Across the knuckles are raised to provide protection and to add some extra sting. The palms of his hands are a series of three small plates, sectioning off the bottom of his palm and right below his fingers, adding protection and the ability to grip and maneuver his weapons. In addition the back of his hand has a slightly longer metal plate, providing increased protection and offensive capabilities. The final detail of these gloves is the hooking mechanism that protrudes near the bottom of the wrist. This latch is attached to a thin piece of wire, the wire can provide an improvised garrote and act as a preventive measure from being disarmed, it can with stand up to five hundred pounds of force. Boots of Dominion: Ertai's footwork is important and he has designed his boots to compliment this. Each boot is strapped midway up the shin. These boots resemble most military style of boots yet hold a combat focused appeal. The boots are made of black leather. Belt of Dominion: A large black massive leather war belt that covers some of his lower midsection. The main function is to prevent disembowelment. In addition the belt has a number of ring like loops that hang to his left or right side. These rings are used as improvised latching for his blades. Cigar of Dominion: Ertai's infamous cigar. It's mystical in origins but it burns with a thousand souls. These souls are the most hated of Ertai's fallen enemies and fuel his taste for death. A faint whispering scream can be heard if one gets close enough to Ertai. This cigar has no powers beyond a small manipulation of smoke. It also never goes out.
Overview: Closing the distance - Taunting - Closing the distance - Getting into Xingyiquan stance - Closing the distance - Charging - Strike towards the collar bone.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:06 am
ʂtefania
"The Denizen"
Stefania had no idea her offensive pheromones were literally doing nothing but to her they seemed to be working. Now however it came down to close hand to hand combat, this was where she would feel comfortable, it was her strong suit after all. The male was fast and she could tell his body had power within it, not just that of a standard man after all his whole body was smoking literally. She could easily guess this meant he was physically enhanced somehow. Did this put them on equal footing? Probably not. Stefania's boost worked more on speed and flexibility rather than strength but it did boost that a little at least.
She watched him come in for a high powered swing. This would do a lot of damage if hit but there was a simple downside to it which her style which was un-official would take advantage of. Most of the brutish type of people never got very far in fighting in the prisons. On impulse she essentially lunged forward during his mid step. This would mean he would have no time to react with his body. Her upper body tucked low and her front leg kicked forward at the ground her back like thrusting as hard as it could. This would throw her entire body behind the attack and would make a collision of this sort seem almost like the man collided with a car. Her lounge was lead by her left arm falling into an elbow at the exposed underside of his right arm. To a normal human this level of contact would be huge. However she wasn't done there.
As long as the lounge contact hit her left modified bracer shifted as she slid a shank into her hand. As the elbow would slam she angled her lounge so her body would move to his right side her hand would catch his chest or as she went by and tear a large gash in the front. This was the intended initial assault, the follow up his her right arm would hook up like a fishhook under his armpit and punch him in the face in the opposite direction. The punch isn't intended to damage but push his face, after all the human body follows the head so the fishhook technique would put her on his back but too low for him to just grab.
This would be when she would note the numbness of the smoke he had around him. It would not weaken the intent of her assault but it would make her feel awkward at first. Thankfully her arms kind of already had a counter to this, although it only partially worked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 3:17 pm
Catching Fireflies
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: The Contest of Champions
Power: Concussion Black II
He had anticipated retaliatory action against his attack. He relished the opportunity to place her with in his grasp. As he swung mid stride, she suddenly pounced forward. The spritely little woman was faster than she appeared. Despite the setting of his stance and premeditated form and movement, he hadn’t anticipated her staunch reply---her physical reply. The downward strike towards her collar bone would soon be interrupted by her low stance and form. Her collision with him wouldn’t go as expected as he violently came to a halt. His forward momentum would be interrupted by a slick little strike up under his right arm from her left elbow… After this strike everything in her world was going to change, violently and even more quickly than she had anticipated. Ertai was a warlord of unparalleled prowess. The scourge himself wouldn’t be quelled by the sudden insurrection---no, not him. His cold domineering gaze watched her every movement from the beginning. The lack of respect for her was starting to become more and more evident as he soon made motion to handle her like any woman he has ever fought.
Ertai would let the woman dart around but he wouldn’t let her blade contact his flesh. His right arm jolted upwards from her strike, seeing how she struck the underside of his arm. His left arm was in transition as she moved into her strike, this would be perfect as he let her momentum guide him into his next set of actions.
The woman had anticipated her blade grazing past his chest and slicing him open for the crowd to see, but it wasn’t in her cards as something changed about him. With the desire to watch her weep within the dregs of sorrow, he ascended into his next stage of Concussive Black. The power that erupted from within gave him a distinct edge over her. His speed had become a step above even the fastest of humans. His strength pushed his physical form almost to the precipices of his body. The surge of power would also come with distinct visual cues that the fair girl would soon discover as smoke poured from his mouth. The smoldering ember of the cigar erupted in a brilliant light as he inhaled---inhaled her attack.
His idle left arm would come in sharply, springing forward from its retracted position. The masking of his hands, his gloves, provided him with the tool required to deflect her hidden blade. His hand would slide across his body, mirroring the path of her blade to the point of having it rip into the leather material. In a swift display of martial abilities, sparks would kick up as her blade impacted the metal plating of his palm. The chain of actions wasn’t without issue for Ertai as she slipped past his attack and came in fish hooking up under his right arm…
She had made a grave miscalculation… She had made a grave error…
Ertai collapsed his arm downwards as she locked into his. His armpit aimed to lock her together with him in a violent embrace. Her blade already tore into the material of his glove and with it exposed the inter linking metal plating beneath, yet it had another unknown form and function, a spooling device located at the wrist…
Moving his left arm outwards from his body he would begin to unspool the strong razor like wire. Yet she would be totally unaware of his psionic mind unraveling it. His telekinetic powers had erupted into life with the ascension of his second stage in power. The wire itself slid out behind her and around to Ertai’s right hand. In her rash attempt at climbing the tyrant God, he would make her punish for it dearly. The bemusing actions she attributed would feed into the brutality of Ertai as he pulled the wire taught with in his right hand affectingly pinning her within his grasp. At that moment was when he sprung to crush her within his massive arms. His left arm gripped the wire protruding from his wrist and yanked. His right arm would ease up from locking arms with her and pull the wire taught as well, effectively digging into her back if she had no armor and pressing her chest to chest with Ertai at the expense of her left arm which would be unable to free itself from the lock, even as he eased up. Cutting in with his right leg between hers, he held dominate positioning and putting her in a proverbial corner.
As all of his physical trickery was occurring his mind and voice projected an audio assault on her. As their bodies touched she would feel the numbing and painful burn of his power. He was going to rape her with his power---rape her within an inch of her life.
”You will die…”
”You will suffer…”
”You will be mine…”
His silver tongue inaudible in front of her was whispering in her ear from behind. As if to distract her he violently tangled her into his grasp with a violent tug from the wire. The wire protruded from his left wrist which gave him the ability to move his left arm, just spooling more wire out to accommodate the movement. The burst of speed made his movements even more fluid and seamless. As he pulled the wire tight he cocked back violently and aimed to slam his fist downwards directly into the side of her head. As he swung down he pulled back with his right arm that was locked with hers. His goal was to stun and soften her up for what would be surely a sad end for her with most likely concussive symptoms and maybe even a knock out. The arm that locked with her aimed to snap it back as well, his strength amplified even more, wanting her chest to press against his with the snapping of her arm. The snapping itself wouldn’t aim to break her arm but cause her body to become ridged, another form of controlling her. She would be hard pressed to escape, especially with his leg between hers.
The positioning and ill-decision to hook arms with Ertai would prove to be perhaps the grave error in all of this. The tyrannical being looked as if he was toying with the petite female. Her brilliance was bright in the darkened reality of the arena, and it would be his duty to snuff her out.
Like catching a fire fly… Encapsulated by her beauty and yet crushing her in hand.
Power Concussive Black Stage II: Upon gaining a second charge Ertai will advance into his second stage of psychokinetic power. This stage of power increases the smoky distortion and adds a ghostly aura around his entire body. The increase of power has also slightly increased his physical speed and physical strength as well as adding some mundane psionic abilities. Upon touching Ertai the opposition is given in addition to the slight numbing sensation, a sharp jolt of lingering pain that will also dissipate once contact is disrupted. Effects: Increased smoky visualizations, slight numbing and pain on contact, speed and strength increase by x1.5, ability to project his voice, telekinesis of up to fifty pounds.
Overview: Right arm impacted by elbow - Left hand deflecting blade / Ascension into Concussive Black II - Locking arms - Telekinesis unspooling wire - Body locked with wire as a control - Aiming to strike right side of her head - Snap her body violently into place with locking arms.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:55 pm
ʂtefania "The Denizen" Stefania felt something was wrong immediately when she elbowed the large man. The only effect was his arm moving. This would be when she would abandon the idea of a frontal assault. The first thing that was necessary for her attack to work was that he would feel pain, the pain of a strike damaging his underarm the mid to lower rib cage on the side of the body. When he made no noise had no actual reaction to her attack she knew something was wrong. The instant the shank made contact she would leave it as in discard it.
Almost immediately after she had hit the whatever her opponent was her knees buckled putting her into a somersault, and abandoning her previous line of attack. This worked to her benefit as the man's arm dropped to pin her to him and would find her not there. The other miscalculation made was she wasn't intending to stop moving forward anyway his attempt at pinning her under his arm would have never worked her right arm had been trailing so her body would have been past his when it hit and stabbed however she had changed sensing that something was not right.
She came up from her roll facing him and began running to stay behind him. At this point she could tell this fight was not in her favor. What had worked and what hadn't was a question but it never reached her mind. She was focused calm and now was intent on watching this monster. She was not like other people he had fought, she had no concept of fear, only survival.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 8:40 am
Decree of Deception
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: The Contest of Champions
Power: Concussive Black I
The diminutive woman was evasive. She had managed to slip out of his wanting grasp, despite his ascension into the second stage of power. He inhaled her scent; letting the voluptuous fumes of her wile slither deep into his mind. Ertai was blindly enticed by her, his hunger kept him keen to her every movement. He was like a shadow in the sun, stalking her close.
The shank that impacted his hand was left with in his grasp. He gripped it tight and followed her transitional slip past his attempt to arm lock and strike her. He changed martial stances just as quick as he slipped into them. Shifting from Xingyiquan to Tongbeiquan looked effortless. His left leg pushing forward as she somersaulted away from him. This simple action would play a major role in catching the fleeting female off balance and defenseless.
Ertai followed by twisting his body as she slipped past, shifting his right foot back to accommodate the about face preparation in stance. His left foot pulled the body whereas the right stabilized his form until he had to shift on his heel. His right arm had been deflected yet at the shift in stance he cocked it back sharply, bending it at the elbow as his left arm extended outwards and hooked---causing his body to twist.
It was all in concurring motions with her escape that he operated so efficiently. His undivided attention was on her. As his body turned, he collapsed his knees slightly to make the movement as fluid as possible. The heel of his right foot now turning as he motioned to extend his base footwork to the toe. As the toe touched the matte dirt below he threw his left arm around, causing his body to twist dramatically. The twist came with a brief moment of having his back to the opposition, yet it didn’t matter. The girl was still in mid somersault as he aimed his next attack.
His low twisting stance would carry with it the momentum from the movement. This odd stance change came to an end as Ertai extended out his left arm and unleashed the shank she had left within his grasp. His telekinesis sent the blade launching towards her chest at high speeds, yet that was only an appetizer for what was to come. Not even a blink of an eye after, Ertai expelled a large burst of power. This burst of power surged over his frame in a crackling of smoky distortions. The surge of power extended outwards a ball of energy that launched from his grasp. This burst of psychokinetic energy was an expulsion of an internal charge. This sudden surge in power caused Ertai to decrease power, giving him no more control of the shank---yet that mattered little as the orb of energy zipped outwards, aiming just right of her neck.
Unlike the shank, the orb moved at blazing speed. It exploded from his bound hand perhaps at a hundred miles per hour. The speed itself would cover a distance of sixty feet in only .443 of a second. This speed would give his opposition little, if any, time to react. The girl made a grave error in leaving herself so defenseless and Ertai enough time to send her a surprise. It was almost as soon as it was launched that erupted next to the girl. A large concussive blast exploded inches away from her neck in a hideous wave of smoky black energy. The sound itself was delayed only for a moment as a loud crack echoed through the arena, silencing the crowd for a moment.
The effects of the blast would become clear instantly if it hit her. Her hearing would become deafened and vision dazed for a moment. The concussive force if unobstructed would most likely send her off her feet and with it take the air from her lungs or even break some ribs. Depending on the material of her clothing it could shred or damage it. The King Breaker is what Ertai called it, having the ability to bring any man to his knees in submission.
The blast itself was also another front to his deception…
After he launched and detonated the attack he rushed forward towards her. His body surging once again as it started to charge. The power pulsed through his mind as he ran up to put his hands on her. The thoughts of her exasperating cries as he strangled the life from her frail frame was almost enough to push him into a frenzy…But they wouldn't let him. His calm and collective demeanor would only do more to solidify himself over her. She would need a miracle to escape the arena alive… She would need a God.
Power --King Breaker--Charge: Standard charge I or Agitation charge I Type: Offensive Projectile Duration: Trigger Activation: Instantaneous through action / Thought Range: 100ft Speed: 100mph Ertai can hurl from his energized grasp a smoky black orb of energy forty inches in circumference. This ball of energy is controlled by Ertai's psychokinetic power and when he wishes to detonate the orb it explodes in a large outwards black blast of concussive force. If impacted near the head the force would be strong enough to daze even the hardiest of fighters, often causing some hearing loss and vision loss for a moment. If impacted near the body, the force is strong enough to knock the wind out of someone wearing armor and to bare flesh or mundane clothing it can break ribs and cause the skin to become highly irritated and bleed from the pores.
Overview: Taking shank as she let go - Following her movements into accommodating stance change- Twisting into a shuriken style of throw with the shank followed by a King Breaker- As explosion occurs he closes in the distance.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:41 am
ʂtefania
"The Denizen"
Stefania came out of her roll turned toward the man who had dragged himself around to face her in a manner that she had seen before but he was faster probably due to factors far beyond her control. The shank he threw at her was obviously a decoy for something else, it was after all a shank it had very little weight to it and it's velocity would never reach much. However before she even had the chance to swap it away a ball came from her opponents hand. The ability to dodge a gun was only in the ability to be lucky enough to move out of it's way before it fired. This attack at first was the same She saw it and began to dive to her right the opposite side of it's angle but an over sized concussive bomb moving at 60 miles in less than half a second was not something that anything mortal could simply dodge at less than five feet.
The blast would send her flying as she didn't weigh very much and she would roll in the sand, her ears at first felt like they were bleeding rather than any ring being made, then as they recovered slowly a loud ring seemed to dominate everything. The fact she had been sent flying rather then standing to take the explosion is what saved her skeletal structure, however the shank itself had been turned into a piece of shrapnel and was burrowed in her right shoulder. This was because the concussive blast went off before it would have hit her and the shank flew into her shoulder being thrown off it's intended course. Stefania felt her lounges attempting to breath and would force them too by punching her stomach almost hard enough to make her throw up.
She re-angled her laying body so her feet were toward the enemy who was without a doubt coming after her. She put her left hand to her right shoulder pulled out the shank and pumped pheromones into her shoulder. These would cause the blood to cauterize at an extremely fast rate and also work like an area effect of morphine and cause all the pain to literally disappear in that shoulder. She still had a few ideas but if this man decided to send out any more insta blasts like that there wasn't much hope. There was only so much a human could do against whatever inhuman creature this was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:32 pm
Invicta
Location: The Arena
Character: Ertai Vexic
Story: The Contest of Champions
Power: Concussive Black II
It was pandemonium-
The fiery swath of cheering boomed through the arena as the woman was sent cascading off of her feet unto the ground. Ertai was already in transition from his attacks and moved in on her. The predatory nature of his mind only pushed him further into depravity as the crowd approved of his guile. It swarmed through his mind in surging pleasure---the guttural coughing as she pounded her chest; the scent of her enthralling anguish. It wasn’t without thought that Ertai moved into his next set of actions. His body moved in seamless transition from stance to attack and reverse. Flawless was his form; brutality was his function. The cold deliverance of his attacks was designed to give the small woman no time to think, only to react. Her inexperience was evident to Ertai as she lay prone in the position she was in. It didn’t take strength or speed to survive---intelligence was required.
As Ertai closed the distance in mere moments. His body erupted into a familiar burst of energy as his body ascended once again into the second stage of his Concussive Black power. The spiraling displacement of energy and smoke surged over his muscular frame. It was time to end this fight; to put her own of her misery and claim her head as trophy.
Ertai came up on her right swiftly as she moved to pull the shank from her shoulder. This was where Ertai would aim to take hold of her finally. His telekinetic powers surged through the polymer strands that bind. The intrinsic waves of energy took hold of both Dominion blades. Ertai would aim to smash the heel of his left boot down upon her hand as it gripped onto the hilt of the shank. This boot heel would move even quicker than before because of his speed amplification and sting even harder because of the strength amplification.
With a dread revelation Ertai cocked his head back and inhaled. The billowing fountain of black smoke slithered free from his agape maw. Only the lick of the black smoke slid up his face before he sharply inhaled and whispered out from the ground below her ear.
”Surrender to oblivion… It is the only thing that embraces us all. Finality to fatality, you will not escape it… You will not escape me.”
Looking down upon her, Ertai threw his left arm back as he spoke and with it the Dominion blade he had tossed at her in the beginning, came to his grasp. Ertai’s right arm was similar in action yet approached it from a different angle. As the left blade found his grasp the right then made its way. As the left blade contact Ertai sharply aimed to slam it down directly into the center of her throat, hoping to tack her to the dirt surface below and bleed her out in agony. The subsequent action came from his right, snapping into his grasp and turning slightly in hand as if to swipe down at her head. His goal was clear if the actions were not interrupted, he was going to slice off her head. The right blade came sweeping down a moment behind the left blade. Yet the tricks and deception didn't stop there. His mind was ravenous for control, moving thought to The Ancients, slowly unsheathing them with his mind, ready to switch actions and grasp upon them if needed.
It would be a sad and sudden end to such a beautiful life, yet this didn't matter to Ertai. His thought was peeling back the layers that made her whole. It wouldn't be enough to just cripple her and beat her up, he required blood. He required her utter submission to his will, his every desire. The chances of her evading from a prone position was grave, after all her vision and hearing was impaired, her lungs weak from the expulsion and now her body was wounded at a critical area.
The crowd cheered- They wanted death.
Overview: Continued movement to close in on her - Escalation into Concussive Black II - Telekinetic hold of Dominion blades - Heel stomp at her attempt to pull the shank out of her shoulder - Attempt impale / decapitation.
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