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: Sun Apr 20, 2014 11:51 pm
The Coliseum
"And now, the Long awaited rematch between Darius Kaiq and Tresondros Ecstuffuan. It has been years since these two warriors have clashed. Tres fought Darius early in his career and lost to the old Nemesis of his father, Siegfried Ecstuffuan. Today is a test to see if the Young Ecstuffuan can defeat his father's old foe."
- Fight Announcer, Michael Cole
______A gentle breeze tossed the long dreadlocks of the psychic warrior as he basques in the glow of his fans adoration. The word that he would apply to this moment was fortuitous. This fight had been a long time coming. Many years ago Tresondros had been defeated by Darius Kaiq. Typically Tres would have hidden the scar upon his visage going through his left eye, but today he let his psychometabolic glamour slip revealing the imperfection. He wanted Darius to be reminded of that time, as it would make his coming victory all the more sweet.
______He stood about 20 feet from the raised platform's center, with his flesh right hand popping in the grasp of his crystalline left. He watched for Darius to enter among the thunderous roar of the millions and millions of his fans, who would boo in unison as Darius entered the arena. Such was fitting for the villain of so many tales...
Commanding an equally impressive appearance with the winds flinging his own dreadlocks, Darius could only snicker at the convenience of meeting with this man again. Former allies and even opponents, how quaint that it took another tournament for their paths to meet again. Envious of his first round opponent who really provoked the son of Sieg to enter murky waters more befitting for a raving brawler like himself. One scar did not impress the former satanic priest who fought to a stalemate with his pious father, encompassed with a multitude of scars, including a few fresh ones from the paladin Szar. The roar of the bloodthirsty crowd who he ensured some bloodshed were quite moved from his performance, cheering on the madman as he made his presence known.
Tossing his vest to reveal his scarred chest, some lucky ******** from the audience would catch it, probably inciting a little brawl before selling it to someone. None of that bullshit mattered now, gawking at the opposition facing him from the other side of the coliseum. Clashing with the millions of boos that followed in support of Tres, it only amused him. Cracking his neck, that psychotic grin was frozen onto his disturbing facial features, imagining the countless ways to hurt him. What occurred from before was in the past, this was the present and pain was his future.
" Been years since I seen yer face. Tough crowd, no matter everything will go silent when the blood starts pouring out. YOU ******** WANT TO SEE TRUE CARNAGE, WELL I ENSURE YOU BASTARDS THAT MORE ULTRA-VIOLENCE IS COMING YOUR WAY!!! "
Not much in the ways of words, Darius was blunt , yet truthful in his words. They get a feast of gory proportions, slowly beginning his ascend and closing the distance. Finally facing a fellow warrior of unarmed combat was a real treat, initiating a stance one might see from a boxer, yet a little different in technique. Only extending his bandaged left arm out halfway with a clenched fist, it was symbolic like a loaded revolver. Positioning his right arm near the chin with legs shoulder width and feet properly pivoted with the hind leg important for this. Though the time for words were basically finished, he gestured him with something out of his adversary's textbook, utilizing his left hand.
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 1:57 am
Savoki Sanoci
Commanding an equally impressive appearance with the winds flinging his own dreadlocks, Darius could only snicker at the convenience of meeting with this man again. Former allies and even opponents, how quaint that it took another tournament for their paths to meet again. Envious of his first round opponent who really provoked the son of Sieg to enter murky waters more befitting for a raving brawler like himself. One scar did not impress the former satanic priest who fought to a stalemate with his pious father, encompassed with a multitude of scars, including a few fresh ones from the paladin Szar. The roar of the bloodthirsty crowd who he ensured some bloodshed were quite moved from his performance, cheering on the madman as he made his presence known.
Tossing his vest to reveal his scarred chest, some lucky ******** from the audience would catch it, probably inciting a little brawl before selling it to someone. None of that bullshit mattered now, gawking at the opposition facing him from the other side of the coliseum. Clashing with the millions of boos that followed in support of Tres, it only amused him. Cracking his neck, that psychotic grin was frozen onto his disturbing facial features, imagining the countless ways to hurt him. What occurred from before was in the past, this was the present and pain was his future.
" Been years since I seen yer face. Tough crowd, no matter everything will go silent when the blood starts pouring out. YOU ******** WANT TO SEE TRUE CARNAGE, WELL I ENSURE YOU BASTARDS THAT MORE ULTRA-VIOLENCE IS COMING YOUR WAY!!! "
Not much in the ways of words, Darius was blunt , yet truthful in his words. They get a feast of gory proportions, slowly beginning his ascend and closing the distance. Finally facing a fellow warrior of unarmed combat was a real treat, initiating a stance one might see from a boxer, yet a little different in technique. Only extending his bandaged left arm out halfway with a clenched fist, it was symbolic like a loaded revolver. Positioning his right arm near the chin with legs shoulder width and feet properly pivoted with the hind leg important for this. Though the time for words were basically finished, he gestured him with something out of his adversary's textbook, utilizing his left hand.
The Coliseum
"Darius, its been too long. Your looking a little rough. Perhaps its time to retire...", Tres spoke in a tone as if he were greeting an old ally.
_____This was true. Tres could not ever say that he actually liked Darius Kaiq. He was a psychopath that made his sport less of a clash of artist and technicians but more of a savage gore fest like his first match. If that was the sort of fight that his opponent wanted, then like Eric the psychic warrior would oblige him. Tres would chuckle as someone in the crowd would throw the vest right back into the ring. Amused by the crowd, a smile grew on the psions face. He was ready before Darius had even made his entrance. His powerful physique was like cords of steel wrapped taught about a tall six foot four lanky frame, barely contained by light brown pearly flesh.
_____When the opponent stole one of his old gestures, Tres countered by using one of his opponents common gestures.
_____His crystalline middle finger rose with a vicious talon. He shined a malevolent smile behind the obscene gesture and with that, the fight had begun. His right thumb came back towards his face to brush about his nose starting into the smooth transition into his mobile fighting stance.
_____Sieg had always taught Tres to box a brawler and he knew that Darius was a brawler. His opponent, hyped up on Compound V and Ioun knows what other drugs would be a terror. Like all savage dogs, Darius needed to be dealt with. These and a million other thoughts occurred in his advanced mind as he started into a loose display of footwork as he took his stance. It was a form characteristic of a boxer but was displayed in one form or another in every martial art ranging from Tae Kwon Do to Silat, but perhaps made popular with Jeet Kune Do.
_____He moved lithely on the balls of his feet, bouncing as if in a shuffling dance as he moved in a clockwise path to his left around the opponent. His knees were slightly bent, giving him a look of constant readiness while his posture turned to remain square with the opponent at all times. Leading with his left, his loose guard bounced nebulously at level with his sunken chin. His shoulders were relaxed and he seemed ready without being tense.
_____With his hawkish eyes focused upon the opponents chest, he examined his stance. The opponent was stationary with his bandaged left arm out half way in a prominent guard. Tres remembered learning from his father that Darius's fighting method bore similarity to that of a firearm. That meant forward pressure. After ascending the stairs Darius would begin to close the distance.
_____By moving to Darius's outside (right) he would force Darius to adjust his path in order to prevent Tres from engaging him at his left flank. As the proximity closed, Tres's bounce would become gradually more settled and his center of gravity would sink. His guard would become tighter rather than loose. His evasive head movement would remain constant however. His head never remained still, presenting an illusive target...
Contrary to popular opinion the savage standing before Tres brandish a versatile style other than brawling, impervious to his vest being thrown back in his general vicinity. Talks of retirement was laughable, especially coming from someone a few years older than him. Such ignorance could be shrugged off, starting this type of career in his late teens to bewilder anyone who been apart of this little community. Robbing him of one of his known gestures, at least neither side could not say they were making a spectacle prior to the blood being spilled.
Transferring through some lateral movement influenced through his footwork, requiring good coordination and rhythm to execute properly without exhausting the reserves too much. Weight was distributed equally in both legs, bouncing downwards with projected momentum of his body in a bounce step to the side to readjust. Pushing forward with the ball of his feet in a forward pivot, he shot forward towards his adversary regardless of his endeavor of flanking him.
A technical bout was this fool's game, not Darius if he was able to. Practically charging with reckless abandonment, things only appeared straightforward. Cerebral where it counted, as the distance was finally closing he shifted into overdrive with his Compound V. Only mustering a little more agility compared to other users, the deceptive bruiser invoked a rolling turn to Tres' outside to mimic as he himself had him at the rear exposed like a convict. Purposely this was his intent to benefit early, clasping his bandaged arms around the waist. Kinetic energy surged throughout his legs, enabling some minor flight as he attempted to lift this mofo and somewhat arc by falling backwards. Finishing him early would be hilarious, but mostly improbable considering who he was fighting.
Kowasu Por Beben
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. Versatile in execution, Darius is capable of feats like imbuing sharpness by vibrating the item in question, minor flight through pushing the earth to repel, and of course augmenting himself for combat.
Thrusting that tide of seismic energy from under the feet, Darius Kaiq would repel the force from the ground and literally shoot for the stars as both combatants would levitate a few feet, approximately ten at the highest. All watching whether spectator, participant, or hell one of the fighters remaining; everyone would behold how far this sociopath was willing to go against a former ally and foe.
"FLY ********, FLY!!!!!!!!!!! "
Initiating a thunderous, aerial back arch throw onto the cocky Tres Ecstuffuan, midway through the attack he released from the arch to only launch his foe a few feet away. Bridging was the naive approach with a veteran unarmed fighter like him, silently acknowledging his skill enough to take some steps to not enter an unfavorable position. Landing on his back from over committing to the blow regardless of results, the sadist needed to regain his composure with the crowd cheering loudly in the background.
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Tres Ecstuffuan
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 10:37 pm
The Coliseum
_____Compound V. The drug that turned street rats into super heroes. If that compound ran through your veins, there were very few people in Gaia Prime who were a match. Tres did not have the boon of science flowing through his veins, invigorating his muscles, keeping them whole. What the psion did have was tempered through hard work, forged of creative inspiration, and guided by superior genetics. Tres was born of the best, to be the best and he trained all of his life to take the throne.
_____With the compound Darius was the stronger faster fighter but wrestling was more than about muscle. It was about skill, explosiveness and leverage. So when Darius shifted into overdrive to attempt to turn around Tres to go all the way behind him, he snapped into motion.
_____His knees bent and his hips dropped thrusting forward away from Darius as he came behind him. His right foot stepped forward, to turn his torso counter clockwise to bring his left shoulder into darius's chest. His flesh right thumb thrust down, knowing where the hands would come around the waist. Simultaneously his emerald left dipped behind him, going around the outside of Darius's left arm, placing his hand on the inside of the opponent's left thigh. It was a single explosive motion made by a man who's entire childhood was endless amounts of sparring and drills.
Physiology
Tres has acute physiological responses making him quick to respond to external stimuli. He can't do superhuman feats like dodge a bullet in flight but he does seem to have a developed an increased amount of neural connections due to his psychic abilities allowing him to process information related to combat (aggressive humanoid movements) and perform complex physical movements as if they were rehearsed.
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_____Darius would find that when he tried to pull Tres's hips in, he would find insurmountable resistance, even for his augmented strength. It was leverage produced by the distance of the sunken hips, his left shoulder against the opponents chest due to the turn, and his left hand on the outside of his opponents left pulling against the opponents inner thigh. That leverage would steadily increase as pressure would build up on the opponents fingers as they were pushed down along his right leg by his right hand.
_____Just before kinetic energy surged into the opponents legs, Tres would finally pop the opponents attempted belly to back grapple. Using the switches momentum, Tres would immediately spin around on his rear left foot in a counter clockwise turn, bringing his right leg all the way around effectively reversing their positions. A grin came to the psions face as his flesh and crystalline hands were together in a wrestlers clasp. With his brutal spiky left arm, he squeezed tight in a monstrous vice about the opponents waist.
Darius knew what came next
_____Tres would attempt to use the kinetic energy that surged through the opponents legs, to empower his own German Suplex. With his arms around the opponents waist and with his chest against the back of Darius's hips he would attempt to bring the opponent up, over and back down on the back of his head....
Mistakes were inevitable, venturing into semi-uncharted territory against someone whose specialty other than being a charismatic dumbass was grappling like his saintly father. Jeering the ruthless criminal would ensure some miscalculation or pride to make him suffer under his own element. These thoughts lingered, temporarily frozen in time for the consequences of his rash decision to get all flashy. Bodies were reversed in position, yet the vulgar beast of carnage refused to be bested so easily. A misconception was Darius needed the steroid coursing through his vein, truth be told the hedonist wanted to see what was the fuse all about, defeating one who for the most part was his superior physically.
" ********!!!! "
All that could be uttered through his crude lips resisting the technique of Tresondros, reverse engineering the power he originally unleashed to enhance the destruction under the pro wrestling maneuver. Adamant towards fighting this horrendous blunder on his behalf, mustering up something fierce just out of instinct from witnessing the danger people faced in these exchanges. Oxygen escaped through the tight squeeze, forcing his lungs to overextend themselves under this duress. Pushing his center of gravity to plant himself to the ground and open arms to attach onto the head full of dreadlocks. Cranking his head with a monstrous vice-grip to anchor and torture his opponent, the plan was dishing out the pain out to him within the confines of a side ******** YOU AND YOUR DAMN GRAPPLING!!!!"
Forearm pressed roughly to the nose, hoping the continued strength of the hold would fracture that area to convince him that a grappling bout was not the most sagacious choice out there for him. He shot his hips out forward, almost turning into Tres. Attempting to break his damn neck by forcing his chest to the floor, he relish this opportunity if given to impose more dangers. Flashing out those sharpened teeth forged into fangs, like an animal if placed in the hold he would brandish those barbarous weapons to chop onto the exposed face or the head region if he could not angle it enough. A pragmatic sociopath, he would learn the meaning of hardcore and brutality. The reaction was mixed with countless boos, but some staring in amazement.
Tres Ecstuffuan
Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 12:49 am
Savoki Sanoci
Mistakes were inevitable, venturing into semi-uncharted territory against someone whose specialty other than being a charismatic dumbass was grappling like his saintly father. Jeering the ruthless criminal would ensure some miscalculation or pride to make him suffer under his own element. These thoughts lingered, temporarily frozen in time for the consequences of his rash decision to get all flashy. Bodies were reversed in position, yet the vulgar beast of carnage refused to be bested so easily. A misconception was Darius needed the steroid coursing through his vein, truth be told the hedonist wanted to see what was the fuse all about, defeating one who for the most part was his superior physically.
" ********!!!! "
All that could be uttered through his crude lips resisting the technique of Tresondros, reverse engineering the power he originally unleashed to enhance the destruction under the pro wrestling maneuver. Adamant towards fighting this horrendous blunder on his behalf, mustering up something fierce just out of instinct from witnessing the danger people faced in these exchanges. Oxygen escaped through the tight squeeze, forcing his lungs to overextend themselves under this duress. Pushing his center of gravity to plant himself to the ground and open arms to attach onto the head full of dreadlocks. Cranking his head with a monstrous vice-grip to anchor and torture his opponent, the plan was dishing out the pain out to him within the confines of a side ******** YOU AND YOUR DAMN GRAPPLING!!!!"
Forearm pressed roughly to the nose, hoping the continued strength of the hold would fracture that area to convince him that a grappling bout was not the most sagacious choice out there for him. He shot his hips out forward, almost turning into Tres. Attempting to break his damn neck by forcing his chest to the floor, he relish this opportunity if given to impose more dangers. Flashing out those sharpened teeth forged into fangs, like an animal if placed in the hold he would brandish those barbarous weapons to chop onto the exposed face or the head region if he could not angle it enough. A pragmatic sociopath, he would learn the meaning of hardcore and brutality. The reaction was mixed with countless boos, but some staring in amazement.
Tres Ecstuffuan
The Coliseum
_____The opponent managed to counter the belly to back grapple with a front headlock, a sound if primitive counter. In the hands of Darius's bestial strength however, the vice was excruciating. The immediate jolt of pain and instinct caused Tres to immediately drop his own center of gravity by taking a knee while maintaining his hold around the waist as best he could.
_____This would relieve some pressure and make it harder to crank the neck back and get his hips further away, which was an essential point of leverage to force the chest to the floor.
______He struggled there for a moment. Darius' grip built up an incredible amount of pressure. It felt as if his skull were about to split beneath his opponents grasp. Darius wisely inflated his lungs, making the grip even more tight around his head.
"Grrhhh", he groaned.
_____Tres had to do something if now if he wanted to escape. Digging deep and snapping into motion, Tres would finally leg go of the opponents waist with his crystalline left hand and transition it between the opponents left inner thigh. The psion's massive quads would squeeze as he pushed up lifting the opponent up, utilizing the leverage granted by his lower center of gravity and his left arm preventing the opponent from fully sitting out.
_____The opponent would be brought up, over and back straight onto his head, in a Backdrop Suplex. The backdrop suplex was a widely known counter to the front headlock, utilized in Catch style wrestling.
_____The crowd seemed captivated by the display of athleticism and skill, gasped could be heard in the crowd with every hold and counterhold.
Begrudging the technical expertise of his opponent mostly for some of his means towards safeguarding his pompous a** from harm. Simplistic in execution made a headlock a tactically sound offense rarely devised for his type of fighting style, this desperate exception was made for those specializing in grappling. Shattering that cranium like a holiday walnut was the goal, forsaking past relations once pitted against a man who treated the conquest of bloodshed like a religion.
Skirmishes were inevitable in this type of exchange, bestowing a fearsome grip while both were in such a close proximity. Pressure was lessening around the waist, summing it up for his hold weakening him or at the very least he estimated before feeling himself being lifted off the ground. Battle experience otherwise told him of the dangers, analyzing the angles and positioning of the two of them. Compound V was going to be his savor in this burdensome situation, relying on the increase in agility in this case reflexes to help. The drug granted each an unique ability special to each individual, his own with freakish flexibility or hyper mobility for heightened combat-agility.
Maintaining the hold onto him even in the beginning stages of his suplex, gladly planning to piss him off immensely. He swung his arms down the hips, ready to swing them upward. A menacing cackle echoed to the general area, figuring out another known counter that required good athleticism. Soaring through the air in an acrobatic flip, the audience was startled as he made a complete 360 degree revolution before landing behind his adversary. All of this apparently a giant ******** you, knowing the banter between them would not be dismissed lightly with their history.
Darius took the allotted time to familiarize himself with multiple disciplines for an unorthodox fighting style that borrowed techniques, a sort of trail mix. Registering this opportunity was perfect to return to his original attack he would do exactly that, no one suspecting one crazy enough to attempt the same attack twice so soon. Rocketing his body off the ground with he seismic energy acting as the chemical agent to an explosion, this psychotic brawler went for the waist of Tres. This was risky on his part, but it would make for quite a statement with a magnificent suplex akin to the one he went for before to launch him into the air and crash hopefully face first. Seemingly slow to himself, the transition to back flip counter to German suplex was swift and practically simultaneous in execution. Should things work he would still land roughly, certain things change this time
Tres Ecstuffuan
Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 10:44 pm
Savoki Sanoci
Begrudging the technical expertise of his opponent mostly for some of his means towards safeguarding his pompous a** from harm. Simplistic in execution made a headlock a tactically sound offense rarely devised for his type of fighting style, this desperate exception was made for those specializing in grappling. Shattering that cranium like a holiday walnut was the goal, forsaking past relations once pitted against a man who treated the conquest of bloodshed like a religion.
Skirmishes were inevitable in this type of exchange, bestowing a fearsome grip while both were in such a close proximity. Pressure was lessening around the waist, summing it up for his hold weakening him or at the very least he estimated before feeling himself being lifted off the ground. Battle experience otherwise told him of the dangers, analyzing the angles and positioning of the two of them. Compound V was going to be his savor in this burdensome situation, relying on the increase in agility in this case reflexes to help. The drug granted each an unique ability special to each individual, his own with freakish flexibility or hyper mobility for heightened combat-agility.
Maintaining the hold onto him even in the beginning stages of his suplex, gladly planning to piss him off immensely. He swung his arms down the hips, ready to swing them upward. A menacing cackle echoed to the general area, figuring out another known counter that required good athleticism. Soaring through the air in an acrobatic flip, the audience was startled as he made a complete 360 degree revolution before landing behind his adversary. All of this apparently a giant ******** you, knowing the banter between them would not be dismissed lightly with their history.
Darius took the allotted time to familiarize himself with multiple disciplines for an unorthodox fighting style that borrowed techniques, a sort of trail mix. Registering this opportunity was perfect to return to his original attack he would do exactly that, no one suspecting one crazy enough to attempt the same attack twice so soon. Rocketing his body off the ground with he seismic energy acting as the chemical agent to an explosion, this psychotic brawler went for the waist of Tres. This was risky on his part, but it would make for quite a statement with a magnificent suplex akin to the one he went for before to launch him into the air and crash hopefully face first. Seemingly slow to himself, the transition to back flip counter to German suplex was swift and practically simultaneous in execution. Should things work he would still land roughly, certain things change this time
Tres Ecstuffuan
The Coliseum
_____Seismic power exploded from beneath the opponents feet, tearing Darius from Tres's admittedly loose hold. He heard the satan worshipper land behind him and he immediately attempted to turn and stop whatever what was coming with a strong left hook.
!
_____Too slow. Compound V gave Darius the edge that he needed to secure the hold and begin the lift. Tres knew what was coming. Memories of sparring with his father flashed through his mind. He tucked his body forward as far as he could so that he gave himself the mercy of landing on his upper back rather than on his skull.
"gweh!", he exclaimed.
_____Pain cracked like thunder through his back as the dirt back ground gave little solace to the harsh impact. The german suplex drove Tres so hard into the ground that he bounced on his back and landed on his stomach. His head whip lashed as he hit, opening up a cut on the back of his head due to a contusion.
_____Tres immediately stood up, stumbling a bit from the shock but managed to return to his loose boxing stance...
Sweet blood lingered in the atmosphere, titillating perverse thoughts reminding Darius of ghastly acts committed while polluted from mere recollections based on the recognizable scent. Spring boarding off the ground vigorously, people saw the flashy theatrics in launching out of that embarrassing position. Embracing that savage ecstasy fueling blood thirst and violent behavior, he forsaken any elaborate plans so recovery would be out of the question. Predatory and a pragmatic b*****d to boot, he sprinted with accelerating speeds from the drug to get to Tresondros Ecstuffuan with haste.
Any quick observations he could muster in his berserked state could only see a barely coherent boxing stance, blaming no one after the heinous ride from above. Promised to administer absolute carnage to his well being, seismic energy was getting compressed with each step he took. Rushing to the midway point he would take a technique out of one of the defeated fighters of the tournament, forging a jumping knee strike made popular from Muay Thai fighters. The exception to the rule was the ground propulsion emitted through a powerful shockwave like used in his last maneuver, but to catapult him forward into his enemy. Covering a great distance with greater momentum, the target was the solar plexus to literally drive the air out of him. Hoping to shatter something along with the way with the maddening cackle, Darius Kaiq was a fright train looking for a destination to park into.
Tres Ecstuffuan
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:12 am
Savoki Sanoci
Sweet blood lingered in the atmosphere, titillating perverse thoughts reminding Darius of ghastly acts committed while polluted from mere recollections based on the recognizable scent. Spring boarding off the ground vigorously, people saw the flashy theatrics in launching out of that embarrassing position. Embracing that savage ecstasy fueling blood thirst and violent behavior, he forsaken any elaborate plans so recovery would be out of the question. Predatory and a pragmatic b*****d to boot, he sprinted with accelerating speeds from the drug to get to Tresondros Ecstuffuan with haste.
Any quick observations he could muster in his berserked state could only see a barely coherent boxing stance, blaming no one after the heinous ride from above. Promised to administer absolute carnage to his well being, seismic energy was getting compressed with each step he took. Rushing to the midway point he would take a technique out of one of the defeated fighters of the tournament, forging a jumping knee strike made popular from Muay Thai fighters. The exception to the rule was the ground propulsion emitted through a powerful shockwave like used in his last maneuver, but to catapult him forward into his enemy. Covering a great distance with greater momentum, the target was the solar plexus to literally drive the air out of him. Hoping to shatter something along with the way with the maddening cackle, Darius Kaiq was a fright train looking for a destination to park into.
Tres Ecstuffuan
The Coliseum
_____The Heita Cannon. Tres recognized the technique anywhere. Tres met the aerialist in combat many times and knew that he was a participant in the tournament. Most men would have gotten out of the way of it. Instead he did something unexpected. The psion erupted into a head on forward dash towards the opponent, shouting in a mad fury as he charged head on into certain impact.
_____At the last moment before they collided, Tres threw his torso back while collapsing on his knees into a low slide that sent him straight under Darius Kaiq's Seismic propelled flying knee. As he slid underneath his left hand reached behind him as his eyes gazed back at the opponent. A shimmering spherical dart shot from the palm of his crystalline left hand towards Darius's upper back.
Powers
Ectoplasmic Grapnel [Metacreation]
[Standard - 3 Points]
Tres can shoot a sphere of ectoplasm from the palm of his crystalline left hand. This ectoplasm is infused with psionic energy that gives the ectoplasm a powerful adhesive quality. This sphere of malleable ectoplasm is connected to Tres's hand via a line of thin silvery and incredible strong astral thread. The thread and the adhesive can support 1200 pounds before becoming stressed and possibly snapping.
This silvery cord is strong and requires a powerful cutting force to sever. The sphere of ectoplasm travels at the rate of speed similar to a crossbow bolt to a maximum distance of 40 feet. The ball of adhesive ectoplasm remains sticky for two minutes or until Tres consciously ends the duration of the power. Tres may consciously sever the astral thread at any time without ending the duration of the power.
Tres can use this power for several purposes. He can pull on the grapnel and use it as a rope to reel in living creatures or items. Tres can use the rope to swing and capture fleeing objects or opponents.
[Augment - 3 Point]
Tres may augment this ability to reel the ectoplasmic grapnel back into his left arm with a pulling force equivalent to what he could produce simply by pulling on the cord with his arms.
Abilities
Theatrics
The psion feeds from the crowd. His ideal fighting environment is in front of an audience. Tres finds it easier to concentrate under the applause and adoration of his fans. While Tres is no telepath, he has the uncanny ability to develop an unconscious link between himself and large groups of sentient creatures. This results in a 1 point reduction in all powers manifested. Powers point cost cannot be reduced lower than 1. When using the Astral Mirror, Tres may produce the initial shape in any construct for free.
_____While still elevated in the momentum of his flying knee, Darius would feel something squish against his upper back. The powerful adhesive tethered his upper back to Tres's left hand by a short ghostly cord. This ectoplasmic grapnel strained as Darius's thrust carried him forward but as the tension reached its zenith, Darius would be yanked back as if by a sling in the reverse direction by his upper back.
____As Tres pulled he sprung up off his knees into a crouched stance on his left knee. He leaned backwards, continuing to keep his eye on Darius as his arms held out to catch the Demon worshipper as he was pulled back by the grapnel. The opponents lower back collided against Tres's right shoulder and his arms immediately claimed a powerful grasp around his waist secured at the hands with wrestlers clasp.
_____Tres pushed up onto two feet, bringing the opponents body forward so that darius draped in front of him upside down, held up by Tres's grasp around his waist. With the momentum of pulling Darius into him, he took two mighty steps forward as if presenting Darius to the dense crowd of a million roaring fans and with the last step he made a short hop, wrapping his legs around the opponents neck and spiking the opponent down on the top of his head with all the power gravity and his weight afforded him!
_____The crowd went wild as Tres delivered his classic technique,
THE OMEGA DRIVER
_____This was the technique that retired the Bone Queen Sokoya and a legendary part of Tresondros's arsenal delivered uniquely using the fan favorite power, Ectoplasmic grapnel.
_____Still reeling from being slammed to the ground himself and not wanting to maintain a hold on someone who proved to be armed the last time, he would release the hold around Darius's waist and roll backwards into a standing position, ready to fight...
Hues dilated, bloodshot, and barely humane, already enveloped in a downward spiral of wrath. Enraptured deep in bloodlust often signified impulsive instincts, potentially severing rationality in exchange for the route of causing unimaginable anguish through the most direct path. Proper coordination under the effects of that propulsion hindered him, carrying out his assault with obvious reckless abandonment. Though treating this scarred exterior as artillery fire, consequences of fighting his way could not be more apparent with the crafty usage of a foreign ability constructed via the crystalline arm.
Momentum was a double-edged sword comparable to a bi-polar person, unpredictable. Strung along like some puppet, molding perfectly into whatever shrewd counterattack planned the moment this charge was declared. Tangled severely in the grasp, scrambling in protest with knees, elbows, biting, or whatever the sociopath can do to gain freedom before becoming a victim of one of his notorious maneuvers. Hung upside down, all the crowd could hear was excessive vulgarity spewing from his mouth. Empathy surged his conscious for a split second, realizing how Tres felt on the receiving end of his suplex. Damnit the hit almost shifted his alignment, head spring back and forth, head consumed in agony at the moment of impact plus the speed to enhance it.
Laying there ignorant to his location, vision blurry, and dazed heavily; Darius tried to shrug off the damage by spring boarding like before but to no avail. He rose there with a bulbous bruise forming, luckily in possession of great toughness and in combination with pain threshold to survive. Wobbling slightly with an imperfect fighting stance, defaulting to a brawling stance instead.Arms were lowered at their sides, leaving the torso unguarded, and knees slightly bent, lowering their center of gravity and hence increasing potential punching power.
"Come get some ! "
Darius said enraged, showing initial difficulty as he wandered closer to his adversary. Stumbling along the way he rushed his opponent, arms readied to react accordingly. A real game plan would be ran by instincts until he could think clearer. That moment wasn't there yet, charging head-first at top speed and literally whipping our his right arm from an overhead position into a straight, resulting in a haymaker of a punch regardless of whether or not it connects. Unlike before it coursed with seismic energy,capable to unleash a monstrous shockwave from only a few feet from the actual strike, given easier access from the new stance. Fortunately his attack was masked to an extent, making anything remotely with blocking quite deadly for the impact.
[Couldn't think of a logical attack this post, figuring you wrung his head with that Omega Driver. Interesting move though. ]
Tres Ecstuffuan
Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 9:45 pm
Savoki Sanoci
Darius said enraged, showing initial difficulty as he wandered closer to his adversary. Stumbling along the way he rushed his opponent, arms readied to react accordingly. A real game plan would be ran by instincts until he could think clearer. That moment wasn't there yet, charging head-first at top speed and literally whipping our his right arm from an overhead position into a straight, resulting in a haymaker of a punch regardless of whether or not it connects. Unlike before it coursed with seismic energy,capable to unleash a monstrous shockwave from only a few feet from the actual strike, given easier access from the new stance. Fortunately his attack was masked to an extent, making anything remotely with blocking quite deadly for the impact.
[Couldn't think of a logical attack this post, figuring you wrung his head with that Omega Driver. Interesting move though. ]
Tres Ecstuffuan
The Coliseum
______Adrenaline coursed through his silvery veins after landing the fabled OMEGA DRIVER. After tossing his opponents body to the side, the psychic warrior performed a kip up onto his feet displaying core strength and agility. The crowd cheered as it seemed the action was about to begin again.
______Darius Charged. Tres advanced. The contrast between Darius furious dash and the psions measured step told the tale of this match and served as a precursor to the furious exchange...
______The weapon Darius brandished was deceptively long. Seismic waves coursed out from the (right?) fist of the violent haymaker from his charging foe.
______With perfect timing his shuffling steps gave way to a decisive counter. He pushed off his rear right foot, with his left foot leaving the ground. By leaning back he thrust his hips forward, bringing the balls of his partially extended left leg like a spear to the opponents abdomen. If the blow landed it would cease Darius's forward momentum to disrupt his charge.
______Simultaneously the hardened ectoplasm of the psychic's left arm parried out to the left to divert the potent seismic force. Crystal shards broke off from the point of contact. The fist itself would strike only air before the psion, with the left foot having prevented Darius from getting close enough to strike his head as he leaned back. This was the Muay Thai teep kick.
Eat your heart out Erik Suyaa
_______If Tres was able to land the teep kick and avoid the haymaker. His left foot would come down to the ground while he leaned forward with his right hand in a tight guard before his tucked chin. This would be a step into striking range, between the opponents footing. As he leaned in, he planned to put Darius on the defensive.
________The spiky crystalline left fist snapped out like a maul for Darius's right eye in a swift jab, hopefully left unguarded from his wild haymaker. Tres's striking was fast, strong and laser accurate with perfect technique like his father. His center of gravity would sink into the strike, he felt confident so he would stiffen this jab to augment the blow. The stone like maul surface of the fist would lacerate flesh and compromise bone, jarring the brain.
Fighting lightly disoriented clouded his game plan, initiating something instinctively from past battles in the streets. Regrettably, Tres was not some amateur in the ways of unarmed combat, putting on a performance to educate those watching in the audience and Darius whom was about to pay from this blunder. Nothing cunning registered in that thick skull consumed with bloodlust, craving for the misfortunes to bestow upon his adversary through his own attacks. Delayed that passion momentarily, foot digging into his abdomen for the equivalent of one of his vicious jabs in foot form.
Compromising any influence he conceived earlier with the suplex, withering away the moment he got captured and slammed into the sand soaked up by the sweet, tears, and blood fed to it throughout the tournament. Barely feeling anything from the teep, such concerns were not pressing enough as he witnessed his strike defended and body gauged in distance. Evident from the facial expression drawn this wasn't looking good, yet oddly enough the grin persist for the sadist b*****d.
Incoming was the spiky crystalline fist, relying on superior fighting sense and heightened reflexes to rotate the body slightly so that his supernatural punch passed on by harmlessly next to the head. As the opponent's punch arrived, Darius sharply rotated the hips and shoulders, a small opportunity to return with a swift body jab with the metallic arm anywhere just to buy time as the haymaker left him with barely any choices. ******** him, he wasn't going to retreat. However he was as he hoped for in the defensive currently.
