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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 10:29 am
 Both fighters are set in a field of grass where the wind is slightly blowing and the clouds are fairly overhead as the morning comes upon them both, a slight fog passing over the dew of the grass, lowering visibility by 30% (which means, with normal sight, both fighters can barely see one another if there is more than 30ft between them; if the distance goes over 50ft, they become invisible in the fog by normal sights). Around them was a circular boundary set up, designated by an unpenetratable magical wall that was transparent, but still a bit visible, standing at fifty feet tall. Outside this barrier, cameras were set up, giving people a chance to watch this fight from the safety of their TVs, while there were watches kept on the fighter's locations. Both fighters stood from the center by fifteen feet each, making thirty feet between them both. And then a horn goes off.... FIGHT!Quote: Size of the Arena: 100 ft diameter, Wall equals 50 ft tall Spectators' Location: All spectactors can only be present in some other place aside from the fighting area, using either the television to watch the match or any other appropriate method. Ring Out: Going over the wall, which means past the boundary itself, or ascending into the air past 60 ft. Special Rules: After the first post on Page 2, the fog will decrease, making visibility only 15% lower. So, both fighters can truly see one another no matter where they are, yet if they are more than 50 ft apart, they see the other barely. After the first post on Page 4, the fog disappears as the sun rises, yet the sun will occasionally be blocked out by the clouds. ((Other events may randomly occur as the match progresses, assuming it prolongs.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:23 pm
The hulking figure crouched in a ready position, a gigantic axe on his back crossed with a collapsable machine of sorts constructed of an odd wood. The most notable thing was the tree he at at his feet, though the tree likely wasn't as spectacular as the fact he was 21ft tall weighing 6 tons alone. His light green skin mixed with verdant hair that rimmed his head and flowed down his back, looking as if it had been recently washed save for the fact that it was incredibly dirty beforehand and had not been thouroughly cleaned. Lightning seemed to dance about his body as he glanced across the arena. A fine layer of short curly hair in patches across his body rippled in the air that rushed past him from the winds. A green aura began to flood the tree as he stood, his right hand dug into the core of the tree itself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:24 pm
Ja`Kalie also crouched. From his back, he pulled out an assault rifle of sorts. The rifle, pitch black, was the same color as his armor, which was full body and seem form-fitting, as it was somewhat bulky. His HUD switched to Infra-red vision, lighting up the massive figure in the fog, even if it weren't as clear as without fog, but there was definitly something there.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:59 pm
When the giant began to move so too did the fog around him, power pulsing through his veins with each beat of his massive heart. The flow of power surged down the length of his massive green-skinned arms to flood the tree that rose to stand before him. Though the winds began to howl the fog only grew in density, apparently the storm giant's power over the weather enhancing the current effects that had taken hold of the arena. The leaves that remained on the tree and the bark itself began to sweat a viscous green fluid as a low growl rolled out from Trebuchet as if he were a massive thunderstorm on the move.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:15 pm
Corant's fist first when to his belt, then to the ground, where he implanted a plasma-yeild mine just below the surface, a sharp crack resounding as his fist broke the surface of the ground with that amount of force, then released the small metalic ball, his finger activating it as it withdrew. A small green dot appeared on his HUD inside his helmet - the mine certified that it had been activated remotely. His hands withdrew two more of the mines, and he lept forwards, a sharp wiff of sound following him. In mid-air, just above the ground, his right fist slammed down, implanting another mine, activated already, and his arm redirected his flight as he made a slow circle around Tacitus, equidistance at all points, at just about twenty-eight feet, and shoved the third into the ground. He was now dangerously close - about 10 feet from the edge, so, in the blink of an eye, his feet shot out in front of him, stopping himself and attempting to propel himself back.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:50 pm
With a clap of thunder the great tree struck the ground, a shockwave rolling out from the central point that was the storm giant. The fog continued to thicken as it rose into a column that began to construct clouds towards the skies. Along water vapor in the air trails of electricity began to dance, a grand static field starting to take shape. The green slime coating the tree began to run in rivers to jade sap, sloughing off the tree in a congealed river that burned away at the grasses.
Acid.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:11 pm
The shockwave through the air caused Corant Ja`Kalie's bones to shudder in the armor, and slightly altered his course, but he hit the earth on his feet well before the course change was dangerous. As the pool of acid slowly crept closer to him, he drew his particle rifle, aiming at Trebuchet, while taking note of the green goo, which his HUD noted it to have a highly acidic pH and his eyes told him was at least something like acid.
Because of that, he checked his shields. The armor itself would be slightly susceptible to the blob before him - the shields, as they were energy, not solid, would act as a wall that would not be phased. He had to be careful. Corant knew that Trebucket did not have knowledge of the shielding system, but when the giant figured it out, he'd work to bring them down then throw him into the acid.
The MK87 Mod12 trained itself on the head of the storm giant, and Corant's finger pulled the trigger twice, his suit controlling the recoil, as did his arm. Each trigger pull let off a small burst of neutrons, fired quick enough to burn through the air, creating a thin trail of plasma behind them as they headed to their targets, quick enough to blow holes of immense size in the thickest and strongest of armors on a technologically equal scale.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:36 am
A sudden discharge of electrical energy would accompany the rifle being fired, the static field reacting not only to Corant's location, but the technology he had brought with him. Soon this static field would be generating enough electromagnetic interference to royally ******** most technological components, but that would come in time. The two blasts would rip through the air and quite literally be knocked from the air as the tree made contact with them. Acid turned to steam instantly and was bourne to the winds, though the tree itself did not seem to be damaged save for some superficial stripping of bark. The elemental magic the flooded the altered tree was keeping it together, and though the energy reserves therein were reduced by taking the blasts they would and could quickly recharge.
The air began to scream once more as it was torn asunder by yet another thunderclap, at least twice as strong as the previous one. The air began to resonate with the shock wave as the static field grew in intensity. The weather effects continued to increase nearly exponentially, with streams of lightning now being plucked from the sky and drawn into the static field and to Trebuchet himself. For it all, if anything, the giant seemed to only be growing stronger from his exertions, a wild look taking hold of his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 9:45 pm
Solarian Federation technology would have just as well have been considered impervious to the effects of electromagnetic pulses, and could usually wash the effects of electricity - of massive amounts - over them like water over a rock. If anything, the Solarian Federation technology would only benefit from such emissions.
He fired again, this time, after the first two shots, his thumb fingered a new selector on the rifle, rapidly switching it to make the barrel slightly distort the pulses of electrons - in effect, the rifle was turned into a shotgun for the next two blasts. In the course of those two blasts, he used what would be utter confusion to thumb to a new selector, this one a "burst" mode, and traced the barrel even lower, giant's bottom right side. Now, his finger double-pulled the trigger as drew the rifle up to the storm giant's right shoulder, then down on the second burst. The result would be a line of fire in an arrow formation, like a slanted A without the middle bar, across his body, forwarded by two massive blasts to confuse his opponent as to where the shots were coming from - at over a tenth the speed of light and invisible to the eye, as each packet of neutrons was far too small to see. All that would be visible would be a line of plasma - fire - behind each shot, but that lag would be far too late.
The goal was to have the first two shots be a usual expectancy of fire, then a pair of shotgun blasts to throw off the storm giant, to make him think that the shotgun-like blasts were a new thing and meant for the kill. However, the last two bursts, which would come long enough after of the Giant's swinging tree to be missed, and the momentum of the tree too great to alter course for the new bursts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:14 am
The plasma that did not hit the tree seemed to veer off in a random direction and expend itself somewhere the giant was not. The static field that was quickly growing in strength in the arena seemed to be giving a sort of deflection shield around Trebuchet's body. Aye, hair was burned and flesh singed, but there would be no direct strike worth noting. The growing column of fog was forming into true clouds, spreading in all directions in the sky as true bolt of lightning began to strike against the arena walls with no effect. With another trmendous slam the tree would strike ground and produce a shockwave that tore up tracs of the earth to let it settle again haphazardly. The tree always seemed to sit between the two combatants, the slick coating of acid on the ground only growing (20ft radius from the tree) with each passing moment, though it seemed inert at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:28 pm
The rifle was slung once more over his shoulders, and his hands went to his sides. From his fists, he produced two small balls. Sidestepping a few meters then lunging forwards, one arm threw one of the plasma grenades at the base of the tree, where Trebuchet held it, and the other directly at Trebuchet, timing them to explode on contact, and directional towards their targets.
Recovering from the lunge, he kicked into the ground, creating a foot-dee p skid from the utter force of the blow, which sprayed a shower of dirt into the acid.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 9:42 pm
A surge of lightning falls from the skies and seems to energize the static field, a burst of energy not entirely associated with electricity appaering to bat away the two spheres somewhere near half way to their intended targets. The dirt that was relocated onto the acid would nigh instantly dissolve away into nothingness, the pool only growing in size as Trebuchet moved to keep the tree between himself and Corant.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 2:25 pm
Corant thought for a fraction of a second longer, then switched weapons once more. This time, a neuropistol was drawn; it's blast, not on any wavelength of light would be hardly affected by electricity. Corant Ja`Kalie, the Cybrid, was running through his options now, prodding and poking just to see what would work and what wouldn't.
The two grenades were de-primed in mid-air through a command - one fell to the ground inside the arena, the other into the audience, both as harmful as ordinary rocks. He took a short leap back away from the approaching pool of acid, which had by now reached the edge near one of the implanted grenades, which he remotely detonated, causing a massive crater ten feet deep and fifteen feet in diameter, which would hopefully fill with acid and slow it's advance.
Corant aimed the neuropistol towards the head of Trebuchet, and depressed the trigger rapidly over the course of a second, bringing it down towards his chest as his did. It's waves of invisible energy played absolute hell with a nervous system, first crippling the enemy through massive waves of sheer pain -deadly, not merely painful- and, if enough force was applied, frying the nervous system and hopefully causing some irreversable damage on organs. There was no telltale sign that he had fired. No lights, no sounds, just heat emitted directly back from the pistol, expending any "recoil" energy that could not be thrown back into the gun. A low hum also reverberated from the gun as it fired. If anything, before the blast hit - which would take hardly any time - it would seem like the weapon misfired.
If this didn't work, he had one good last plan.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 4:32 pm
((If it is indeed electrically based, it will have even less effect based on, well, he's a storm giant, and storm giants are immune to electricity based effects. XD Though it wouldn't be useless...))
The acid would indeed slow its advance as it moved to fill the crater, slow to the point where it all but stopped except trying to fill that void. When the waves struck Trebuchet the giant would unleash a bellow of pain that rumbled through the arena with the force of a thunderclap. Bits of skin showed where the energy had made contact, hair singed away in the moment before the energy tried to take hold of his nervous system.
He was one stubborn b*****d.
Something within Trebuchet seemed to resist the pain and push through the detrimental effects with a surge of what seemed to be supernatural adrenaline. His head snapped to one side as his face elongated and two of his top teeth began to curl outward past his lips. The hair across his body began to lengthen as his pain and rage broke into a ferocious state of mind that blended all of these with animalistic instinct. Through the fog he would look to only be partially humanoid, his features tainted with the animalistic spirit of a boar. Grunts and partial squealing similar to that of a boar rumbled from his massive chest.
The static field flared with another stroke of lightning in the moment before the tree ceased being a stationary object for which to focus elemental magic. With one massive swing the tree lifted up and came barrelling down on Corant, aiming to crush him flat. The speed of the strike was similar to that of a human utilizing a bat or a browbar, despite the incredible size and weight of the tree. In the strike's wake another would follow, lifting away to swing horizontally in an arc that caused it to grate against the outter walls of the arena.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:32 pm
Corant rolled to the side, well out of the way of the oncoming tree, then, on the horizontal strike propelled himself into the air, aiming to jump over it as if it were a high-bar in a track & field competition. The tree, on that hit, clipped his arm, sending him into a violent spin, but the H/K armor absorbed the blow, so he felt the hit, but no nerves coursed with pain. He landed face down, catching himself on one knee, one foot, and both hands, his face inches from the ground. The pistol was still in his palm, leaving his right hand in an awkward position, but it survived the blast.
However, now was the perfect opportunity to strike, with the tree still moving on it's arc. Corant lept to his feet and turned to face Trebuchet, knowing another attack would be likely to come. The pistol found it's holster, and the particle rifle was removed again, and Corant squated down again, aiming at the edge of the pool of acid, and squeezed the trigger, holding it down. As a long stream of the neutrons moved forward, the rifle slowly moved upwards to Trebuchet's feet. A massive trench in the ground would be made between them, but as well, acid would be thrown up by the force of the exploding ground and the shockwaves of air, directly towards the storm giant.
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