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 Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 9:26 am
Premise: With half of the participants remaining, GTB is now halfway through with a few more rounds until its conclusion. Through a series of three rounds, fighters have proved themselves of their prowess and ambition to win thus far, and move one step closer to their destination: the championship. However, as the numbers dwindle down, the competition increases, as the best are narrowed down and each comes with an equal amount of skill. It is going to take experience, intelligence, and even luck at this point to determine who goes on and who goes packing home. Midus Sonners has also decided to increase the presentation of the fighting arenas that the fighters are going to be taking place in for the duration of the tournament. While keeping with the Colosseum theme, Midus will be including variations of themes to keep things interesting and not as boring as a plain sandy ground with some walls and people watching you. That is why he has sent all the fighters to another venue for their fights. This time, with all fighters on board a plane, the crew flew themselves to the southern coast, a place caused Myamu Beach. Normally a vacation resort, the entire span of the beach has been reserved for the entirety of round four. People will be scattered around each fighting site to watch the fighters go at it in a nightly beach arena. While to them it seems like entertainment, to the fighters this is life or death. Description: The sun has set, bringing about the darkness of the night over the entirety of the beach. Instead of artificial lighting being used, natural fire has instead become its substitute, bringing about a constant changing hue of orange overlaying the beach and its occupants. The beach spans for a good amount of distance, so each fight will take places in its own "section" which will make it seem separate from the other far away fights. Each fight takes place in a ring of fire, which is basically a large circle of the sandy beach. Outside this fire, spectators watch, either standing or sitting in chairs, laughing and talking as they enjoy their drinks, food, and conversation. While this may be a competitive tournament, this scene of "entertainment" has placed increasing obligations on the fighters themselves to keep the audience entertained. Unlike the normal arena, the people are closer than before and their boos, cheers, and comments can be heard a lot clearer and louder. This means the fighters will have the psychological element added to the fight, much like the closely watched fights such as wrestling and boxing. Expect a noisy atmosphere. Field Measurements: The ring of fire has a diameter of 45 yards, which is 135 ft. For those who need a comparison, just look at a football field and see the distance from one touchdown line to the 45 yard line. On the boundary of this circle is a series of lit fires on wood, which are as tall as only one to two feet. Spectators are spaced twenty feet away from this boundary in order to avoid possible injury from the fight. Ten Count Boundary: Going outside the ring of fire will result in the starting of the ten count. The flying rule remains intact. Added Penalty: Harming spectators is a no-no. Any intentional action against them that ends up hurting even one will result in a DQ. This can be either direct (going up to one and hurting them) or indirect (using a very dangerous attack that has a possibility of hurting the spectators). Accidents will be gauged to see whether it counts as an accident or was considered recklessness by the user.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:18 pm
Pip was sore.
He had been deemed not injured enough following his last fight to receive medical attention, and due to that he was not feeling very happy. He had passed through the last round just fine, but had never really given the doctor an answer.
Did Pip need a partner to help make him better?
To fix him?
He didn't know.
Nobody knew.
On the plane Pip had sat quietly, headphones on, staring into the tiny screen ahead of him. He had seen some of the other competitors getting on too, and they hadn't looked the nicest. There were a few that were bigger than him, and one with a sword that was almost as tall as the boy.
Pip hadn't been afraid.
But he had been uncomfortable.
Planes were small places to fit so many big people.
The blond teenager had been rubbing shoulders with a man with equally crazy eyes for the whole trip. Thankfully the fellow hadn't had any weaponry to put in the over-head compartment. Little did Pip know that Omi Barsait hadn't any real uses for physical weapons. Any comments that might have brought the two together were either dampened by the young boy's headphones, or else were never uttered to begin with. The boy with the deep blue eyes and the man with the sharpened teeth wouldn't exchange any words on their trip.
The boy had gotten off the plane with quiet anxiety and had immediately seen what he was up against.
An audience.
Again.
These people seemed a little more relaxed, but they were still standing or sitting there in hopes of seeing blood spill. They had their drinks in their hands; fruity things with whole rain forests sticking out, and they were currently being entertained by a man juggling fire where the fights were going to start.
A Street Performer?!
Pip loved street performers.
He would stand at the edge of the ring of fire, his hands deep in his leather jacket pockets and his eyes mesmerized. Unblinkingly set on the fellow before him.
The teenager wouldn't interrupt the man's performance. After all, the juggler would probably be eating off of whatever he made from this. Instead the youth would simply stand on the edge of the circle in the sand, closer than anybody else was standing by a good twenty feet, and focus his thoughts.
The crowd was already troubling him, but they hadn't risen to the same level of bloodlust that they had before. It seemed that these surroundings had them all more relaxed.
And that was nice.
His mind was calming as much as it ever did, and his energies were beginning to gather in the only way that they could. And he would wait for his opponent to show. Wait for his opponent to find their designated arena.
Wait.
One hand would come out of his jacket pocket, the hand already in its black leather glove, and pop an airline peanut into his mouth. At least those had been provided for the fighters.
Mmmm.
Salty.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 9:06 pm
Silence belittled the character of the Hero of Time. Though many thought Link never spoke because he had nothing to say, that was far from the case. Words could not express the solitude of a Hero. When destiny called and roared for blood, it had claimed his willing and immortal soul. Sitting by his lonesome on the plane with only Navi for company, Link delighted his fairy companion with notes from his Ocarina while absently sifting through the sands of time in his mind. The Hero of Time had nothing but time to think about the past. For the majority of his adventures in Hyrule, Link was but a boy stuck in the body of a young-man. Through trial and tribulation, the boy had become both a man and Hero.
"When peace returns to Hyrule, it will be time for us to say good-bye. Now, go home, Link. Regain your lost time! Home..where you are supposed to be, the way you are supposed to be."
The peace Link had fought for did not include him. The peace was for Hyrule and it's denizens, not the man and Hero trapped in the body of a boy. The Triforce of Courage burned too hot on his hand, the experiences of both his past and future were too much to ignore, and he could not rest easy nor regain his lost time. It was the price he paid to ensure Hyrule's peace, and it was a cross he had to bare. Not wanting to brood, he had decided to leave.
"You are already leaving this land of Hyrule, aren't you? Even though it was only a short time, I feel like I've known you forever. I'll never forget the days we spent together in Hyrule. And I believe in my heart that a day will come when I shall meet you again. Please, take this..I am praying that your journey be a safe one."
She had always meant well, but knew it was Link's destiny to leave Hyrule. She knew that he could never return to the life he was living before his Call of Destiny. And so the man trapped in the body of a boy ventured forth with Royal Treasures, looking for a new lease on life. Years came and went, adventures come and gone, and now the soul of an experienced old man had grown into a body that belonged to both the future and past. Yet somehow, he was stronger. Going through the Lost Woods and ending up in Gaia, his adventures here were making him stronger. The battles were harder, the people more intricate, and his body was changing in ways he could not predict.
Shutting his eyes and clearing his mind, Link played for Navi a song that induced serenity and peace within the Hero of Time..
Song of Healing' Day to night, night to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I ask
to borrow your light.'
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Shifting his booted feet on the sandy grounds beneath him, Link lifted his chin to regard the night sky above. There was no moon, and the stars were shrouded in darkened clouds, the tall-tale signs of rain. Heaving in a deep breath and enjoying the crisp air, Link deduced a storm was on it's way. However, the conflict between he and Pip would be over long before it arrived to dampen the festivities. Sighing the pent up air out his chest and tilting his head down, Link would remove his arms from inside his cloak and unclasp the brooch around his neck to let the garment fall to the sand. A gust of wind was quick about the task of ferrying the cloak out of the arena and into the sea beyond.
Teeth-a-chatter with coldness and his skin tightening up in defense, Link would raise his arms behind him and grab both sword and shield, arming himself for the battle to come with his opponent. Flourishing the Blade of Evil's bane along his left flank, Link would idly test the weight of his shield on his right arm in preparation for his opponent's acknowledgment that the battle had commenced and his subsequent actions.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 11:09 pm
With the arrival of the fighters the juggler with the fire would vacate the area, running in the sand to get off of the beach-side where blades would be crossed and fists would be thrown. The young mental patient would look around to see what had spooked the entertainment before seeing this... child. He didn't look much younger than Pip, but he did look younger. And almost... innocent.
This couldn't be his opponent.
Pip had fought a girl and beat her, he had fought a behemoth and just barely squeeked by. He had fought a tattooed doctor with a giant scalpel. These were people that he had run into at this tournament. And now he had to fight this kid?
Pip was supposed to be the youngest person in the tournament!
He was supposed to be special!
They had called him Special his whole life!
Pip would step up, dropping his peanuts in a fire as he passed, and sliding his hands back into their jacket pockets. He would pass into the circle of fire and begin walking towards his opponent. So far he had only spoken when spoken to, and now would be no exception. His blond locks would trail down his back with a shake of his head as he got to about twenty feet from the Hero of Time.
There he would stand, his boots sinking down slightly into the sand, while bringing his left hand out of his pocket to place it on his left hip over top of the cylinder that could be seen there. It was sheathed, but most everyone in the audience knew what he was touching.
Their bloodlust grew and Pip could feel it grow.
It sickened him.
But what was worse...
He had almost grown accustomed to them.
And that...
That was the scariest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:37 pm
Link moved. Instead of advancing upon his opponent however, the Hero would instead backtrack towards the torch-lit barrier of the arena with the fierce glimmer of an idea in his eyes. With the tenacity that earned him his three consecutive wins, Link had come up with a strategy to take advantage of his surroundings while Pip cut the distance between them to twenty feet. As far as the Knight could tell, the torches surrounding both he and Pip were the sole sources of light on the beach. The stars were concealed, the moon was likewise nonexistent, and the other barriers of fire were much too far to offer any type of conceivable light. Baring that in mind, it wouldn't take very long to figure out the game he was attempting to play at.
About five feet from the edge, should he be given the chance, Link would go about the motions of preparing a Great Spin. Pivoting his wrist and angling the Master Sword, Link pointed the sword's tip behind him while bending his knees and lifting his shield before him so that it did not interfere. Then, in a furious display of power and grace, he proceeded to go through a powerful three-sixty spin with the Master Sword.
"Syaaaah!!"
Simultaneous with this strategic maneuver would be an auspicious compliment of nature herself in the form of a gust of wind. And just like that, upon completion, almost half of the ring would be reduced to a frightful darkness.
The once jovial crowd went silent with awe and wonder, leaving Link's and Pip's section of the island in both semi-darkness and silence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 2:40 am
As Pip found himself facing off with his young counter-part, he would also find the Hero backing away. Backing away from Pip? Was the tall boy so scary?
Pip wasn't scary...
Doctors were scary.
Monsters under the bed were scary.
Those ladies on Halloween with the caramel apples were scary.
Pip was just a boy...
His left hand would touch home on his hip and he would continue stepping forwards, reaching out with his mind to touch on the emotions of the young man before him. Normally he wouldn't have done this, but this crowd seemed quite a bit different from the crowd in the stadium. In the stadium they had all been in seats and raised up above the fighters like in the grand arena.
This seemed much more intimate, and because of that they weren't letting their bloodlust go quiet so crazy as before. Here they were almost...
Respectful of the fighter's struggles.
This would be when the youngest fighter would...
Wait.
What?!
As this noise erupted Pip's left arm would be coming up to guard his face with his own forearm. If the light were still full then it might be noticed that the young psionic was now gripping something, but in the diminished light it would probably be indistinguishable.
Pip wouldn't see, but the crowd and those watching at home would catch the rush of air fan outwards from the Hero of Time with great alacrity; for it was strong enough to oust fires sixty-five feet away.* This wave of air strong enough to snuff these fires would also be more than strong enough to carry thousands of tiny sand particles away from Link.
Pip hadn't been guarding from these particles in particular, rather he had just been protecting his head.
It was an important body part of a psionic.
The crowd on the other hand would not be quiet so fortunate (wanting to watch the fight and all). Most in the first row immediately behind the young knight would probably suffer a blinding at the hands of such a careless attack as well as a few that would no doubt have sand scarring along any exposed skin, while many others would have to deal with sand floating and sinking in their drinks.
Yuck.
And the Hero of Hyrule?
He would be faced by a sillouette of a six foot three inch tall man, left arm covering his face, and his right hand now removed from his jacket pocket. The right arm would be clenched in a fist at his right side, even though that detail may be hard to discern for Link. After all, a sillouette caused by a dozen or so fires behind the psionic would not be the easiest to read.
Pip himself would notice the lack of light from around his arm as sand flecked against his upraised arm, as well as hear the roars from the crowd that was mostly affected by Link's ill-thought out strategy. They weren't happy, and their mental presence was almost enough to make Pip pull his mind back closed, except for one thing.
Out in the darkness.
There was one mind that he had already tried to connect with.
One that was cold. Not evil. Just cool.
Analytical.
Without emotions.
And through this Pip's energy wells would continue to grow. He wasn't spending his time screwing around. He would be ready when he felt an approach by that mind that seemed separated from the crowd.
The one that was... different.
/Ooc Clarification of *: HyruleKnightLink almost half of the ring would be reduced to a frightful darkness Ring dimensions: 135 Feet - 5 Feet from the side of the arena = 130 ft. Half = 65 ft. Audience is 25 ft. from Link at the point of the Great Spin, which would explain the audience participation in my post. ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:20 am
Judge's Post
The crowd is standing twenty feet away from the boundary. The spin itself will kick up some sand, but it won't do anything "harming." May spray some sand at the front crowd's feet and legs, but nothing serious. Since it said "almost" half of the ring, then Link knows that he won't be able to put out any fires other than the ones within probably five to ten yards of him. Plus, the Great Spin depends entirely on physical exertion. Though of course, he had the physical upgrade, so I can say the range of the spin's effect will extend another five or so yards.
In addition, it's not completely dark, as there are still sources of light around the spectators themselves from other torches not in the ring. This is a vacation resort, after all. Just be careful of what techniques are used here, since blinding sand onto the crowd can still be declared harming them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:25 pm
What does that fairy kid think he's doing?
Ugh, man! There's sand in my schnapps!
Ohh, my eyes!
To say Link was embarrassed would have been the grossest of understatements; he was downright ashamed. Peering over his shoulder at the outraged denizens of Gaia behind him, Link would step away in anxiety as their words of discontent reached his elongated ears. He hadn't intended to cause that much of a disturbance, but such was the effect of his heightened sense of physical ability since rounds previous. It would be the first and last time he would underestimate his own abilities for the remainder of his stay within the GTB.
Turning his head away from the audience, Link would once again lay his cerulean optics upon the silhouetted form of Pip. Taking into consideration the ambiance of the fires still lit around them both, it wasn't much of a silhouette, but it was going to take a few moments for Link's eyes to fully adjust. One arm upraised, his other arm beside him, Reach was simply recovering from the effects of the Hero's attack. As far as Link could tell, Pip was unarmed. Bishop, James, and Leinhart - each had weapons they could use to defend themselves, yet this man had none. Strange to say the very least, it did in fact put Link more on guard.
Lifting his should up and setting it before him, the Hero of Time would begin the slow and tedious trek of closing the distance between he and Pip, the Master Sword held at his side in preparation for an attack.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 2:14 pm
Pip was aware of the man's approach, even if he couldn't really see him all that well. The flickering fires being behind Pip and the audience on the other side of Link were doing wonders to keep Pip's vision to a minimum. A flash of steel on the approaching specter's left side, a scuff of booted sole kicking up sand. Pip was aware of these, but he was also connected to Link's mind. He felt both the embarrassment grow in the man, as well as the determination flow through him immediately after. Pip's own cheeks would grow hot from the intimate connection with the Hero.
In order to get a better view of this approaching menace, Pip would begin side-stepping in a circle to his own right. With the fires behind him Pip was an easy target without a view on his opponent. With the fires to his left he would begin to be as hard to see as Link was currently, while also giving himself an angle which could be used to get slightly more light on the Hero of Time and be ready for any nasty slashes from that beast of a sword.
And they wouldn't slow in closing.
Pip's stance would remain the same; Right arm by the hip, left arm raised, but by now the forearm would have dropped to chin level to allow for visual recognition of the boy. Left hand would still by beside his right shoulder.
As they got to action range for that great piece of metal that Link called a sword Pip would act. He had been learning from his earlier battles, and what he was about to manage was something that an opponent had actually done to him.
He would reach down to the sand with a psionic grip and spray several handfuls of sand up towards Link's face. The spray was much more intense than a blinding warranted, but this was because Pip wasn't looking to blind his opponent.
It would be nice if it happened.
But it was unnecessary.
The sand wouldn't take very much energy as it wasn't very heavy, but what he planned to block next could very well drain a lot of his currently stored up powers.
As the sand sprayed Link in the face Pip would be stepping forwards, his right hand at the ready for defensive action against that sword in Link's left while his own left would be descending. In that hand was his twenty six inch steel baton. The momentum of the downwards swing would be enough to make his favorite weapon snap out and bear its destructive force down towards the tender meeting of Link's neck and left shoulder.
Should this surprise attack hit it would not be pleasant for the Hero of Time.
Pip's right hand was at the ready, waiting to for the flash of light reflecting off of Link's blade that said it was being swung.
Pip could look ahead to danger if it was as obvious as that pointy piece of steel.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:40 pm
Cool. Analytical. Almost without emotions. Examining Pip studiously as was the Knight's wont, Link would maintain his approach towards the psychic man while subtly going about the task of mirroring the man's movements. Booted feet stepping over one another, the Hero would likewise begin to circle around his opponent, his eyes taking well to the light and shadow that played upon Pip and adjusting appropriately. And while observing the psychic, Link would come to know him better. Not personally; but physically. The length of his legs and the strides there of, the length of his arms and maximum reach, the way the man carried himself and so on and so forth. Everything had to be taken into certain consideration for it was the difference between life and death, win and lose, a bruise and a bludgeoning.
Peering behind the rim of the Hylian Shield, Link would be oblivious to the sand being thrown at his face. Why? The lighting. Though the Hero could see Pip well enough, that did not mean anything for the tiny particles of sand being thrown towards his eyes. The Knight's only save would be in the actions of muscle-memory as Pip began to step forward in a threatening gait. Faced with the choice of meeting Pip head on or backing down, Link chose the later and shuffled back, the shield presented before him taking most of the sand thrown his face's way by both it's positioning and by the angle in which the sand was flung. Needless to say his face was hit; but it did little in the ways of impairing his vision.
Simultaneous with all of this action would be Link watching Pip swing his lanky arm down to inflict bodily harm upon the Hero of Time. In the act of defense while stepping back, Link would raise and position his shield to ward off the incoming blow which would have the inadvertent effect of saving more of his face from the gusting sands. He was oblivious to the steel baton elongating itself in the darkness above him; but he wasn't going to let Pip hit him either way. Taking into consideration the length of Pip's arm, their proximity from one another, and the angle of which Pip is swinging his left arm at the left side of Link's torso, it was probable that anywhere from between Pip's left forearm all the way to the tip of his baton could hit the steel surface of the Hylian Shield upon completion of Pip's attack.
Regardless of what hit the shield, be it flesh or steel, the physically unimposing Pip would do little in the ways of startling the Hero of Time. The thud would be paltry compared to some of the physical blows Link had contested, and as such give the Hero a small boost in confidence. However, Link was in no position to counter-attack seeing as he was shuffle stepping back. Baring that in mind, he would lower his shield after initial contact to appropriately gauge Pip while simultaneously setting his weight on his backward placed left foot.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:13 pm
No flash?
No steel blasting towards his exposed right side?
The Hero of Time had shown intelligence in not falling for Pip's trap, though the young psionic's plots rarely ever fell through the way that he hoped. A fractured mind made fractured plans. Pip's left forearm would crash into the rising shield with significantly less force then might be seen in any number of fighters in this tournament, but he was still bigger than the boy before him.
A youth versus a youth, but the mentally unstable of the two was still bigger, and that should be enough to turn that shot into something to add to Link's backward stumble.
The other thing that would be added to Link's reverse shuffle-step would be Link's left foot being pulled to his own right side. Pip had done this same sort of thing to Ryu in Round two to some rather entertaining antics. He would have a psionic grip tighten around the left ankle and it would begin to pull Link's leg behind his right, so should the Hero continue back-pedaling he would trip over himself. Even if he didn't keep back-pedaling his balance would be severely screwed up while Pip was still surging in.
This leg pull would be coupled with Pip's continued push forwards into his ill-lit opponent. His left forearm pushing down on the shield to trap it against Link's shoulder while his brass-knuckled right hand would snap in towards Link's unprotected gut with a vicious upper-cut. Pip had been ready to catch Link's sword with his increased mental reflexes. Now he was using those same energy reserves to add force to his antics. The uppercut would not only be delivered by the big kid down the street, but it would also be backed by a psychic pulse so that should the boy miss his punch, Link would still go for a tumble.
Pip would continue stepping into his opponent, intent on pushing The Hero of Time onto his a**. Pip was going to prove that...
He.
Was.
Still.
Special.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:50 am
HyruleKnightLink
For future Reference: ..he would lower his shield after initial contact to appropriately gauge Pip while simultaneously setting his weight on his backward placed left foot.
There was a difference between back peddling and shuffle stepping. Back peddling implied that Link was stepping back one foot at a time, while shuffle stepping was more of a fencing footwork. While it would arduous to fully explain the dynamics of rocking the body weight to-and-fro, using the leading foot to push back or lead forward, et cetera et cetera, it would suffice to say simply that the Hylian Knight was pushing upon on his forward right foot to push himself back, resulting in putting space between he and Pip while maintaining relative balance.
However, it wasn't perfect with all things considered. Pip was undeniably taller than Link, which would hard press the Hylian Knight just because his opponent's longer strides and longer reach kept the Hero in the hurt-zone. Shuffle-stepping would not be enough to keep a good distance between the two. It would simply delay the inevitability of Pip dominating Link with sheer mass and velocity. Link saw this, and would change tactics appropriately. If his opponent favored offense, then he would force him onto the defensive. Having previously lowered his shield and set his weight on his backward placed left foot upon completion of his shuffle stepping, Link would go about the task of just that.
While Pip pushed and went for the Hylian Knight's firmly planted left foot with his mind while simultaneously pushing into the Hero's shield and throwing an uppercut into Link's gut, Link himself would go about the motions of countering, knowingly and otherwise.
Twisting his torso to the right, and using his planted left-left foot as a focal point of his considerable strength, Link would throw his right arm out with the full intention of knocking the two-hundred and something pound psychic off his feet with the flat surface of his shield. Not to say the Hero of Time would send the youth flying, but there's was much to be considered in the right arm of a young-man who possessed more than twice the strength of an athletic male. And with his shield previously lowered, it would inadvertently already be in the path of Pip's brutal uppercut. However, that wasn't all Link had in store for Pip.
After the initial burst of power stemming from his foot, into his cocked hip, and into his right arm, Link would shift his body weight forward and lift his left foot off the ground while he raised the Master Sword up to strike the psychic down, said left foot shifting forward with Link's impending slash. Good tactics to be sure, but nothing could prepare anyone for the unexpected. Link might have narrowly avoided the psychic grab of his left ankle by moving it, but nothing could have prepared him for the surprising psychic pulse as Pip's brass-encased fist slammed into the shield. Currently on one foot as the fist connected with a psychic pulse powerful enough to send the hundred and fifty-something pound Knight + Gear off his feet and into a tumble even if it missed, Link would be sent flying back, his arms and legs flailing for balance as he skittered across the sand on one then two feet.
Coming to a stop and quickly peering over the rim of his shield, Link regarded the large dent in the steel-plate and heaved in a deep and dramatic breath, his chin lifting to regard Pip (and whatever condition he was in) once again once he assessed the damage. If it was the shield Link had brought to the tournament, it would have been surely destroyed; but since it's repair with better steel and sturdier wood, it held up quite good to whatever had happened. If only the Hero of Time could say the same. Rolling his shoulder and flexing his arm, Link grimaced with a tinge of pain as the joints of his right elbow and shoulder began to ache. Not debilitating or enough to make him give up; but certainly uncomfortable.
Pip was to Link, for all intents and purposes, much stronger than the Hero of Time could have predicted. To throw him around like that was something Link had only experienced at creatures and monsters twice as imposing as Reach looked. With that in mind, Link's eyebrows knitted together while he set his jaw in grim determination. Delving into his innate fey magics, Link began to pool his mana and prepare for a spell while he began a trek out of the darkness, his shield once more upraised while he held his sword at his side in preparation for attack.
If only he could see Pip a little clearer...
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:44 am
Pip would not be aware how close he had come to having that Great Big Sword dropped on top of his purdy head. The boy had been too busy pouring every drop of psychic energy he had into that punch. It was too bad that his psionic lasso to the ankle hadn't worked, and with the shield dropping Pip's left arm would slide out of the way of the strike and leave the tip of his baton touching the shield right before impact, but even with his efforts all seeming to fail at once his blow was still mighty enough to stop his impending doom.
The Master Sword that had been looming over his head, which he hadn't been able to see due to the poo-poo lighting had not come chopping down for the young psionic, and instead had been blown back along with its owner. Pip had previously had a mental connection with his opponent's mind and that hadn't been lost through that maelstrom of psychic energy that had been unleashed. Even though it wouldn't last long after the strike...
He could feel the tinge of surprise coming from his opponent as the damage was surveyed. Pip could also feel the twinges in his opponent's stiff arm. He knew that he hadn't done too much damage, and had also used up all of his energy in that strike. His heartbeat would quicken. This man-boy had taken Pip's blow and only had a pained arm to deal with it?
Pip was not just awe-struck. He was intimidated by this younger boy.
His mind was reeling from having unleashed so much energy at once. He had done it before in the tournament, and between that and the explosion of bloodlust from the crowd, he had vomited. This time Pip had not opened up his opponent in a horrific and bloody way, and so the eruption of mean energy and thoughts from the spectators was significantly smaller. Conversely Pip had his mind wide open to these assaults as he had a mental connection with Link. After all, when one opened their front doors to converse with a single entity they were still able to hear the surrounding noises.
And from this analogy the surrounding noises were very not happy thoughts.
They were mean-spirited thoughts.
The crowd seeing the Hero of Time get blown back would erupt in cheers, hoping to see the young boy (who most had money riding on, the odds being in his favor for a reason) bleeding from somewhere, and even though he only had a dented shield, this explosion of evil, mean, bad thoughts in Pip's undefended, spread-legged, open mind did one thing.
The exact same thing as had happened in his first fight.
He would projectile vomit onto the sand in front of himself.
Just as when you touch a hot surface and immediately recoil, as soon as these negative waves had done their damage to the fragile psyche of the youth his mind would close off, simultaneously cutting his connection to The Knight, but also protecting himself from further abuse from the crowd. The boy would straighten from emptying his stomach with the tips of his hair dampened, his boots now shining in the firelight from his own left, and his eyes darting to see how his opponent had reacted to Pip's guttural expulsion.
Should the younger boy be charging to take advantage, Pip would of course do an actual back-pedal in order to gain a couple of seconds to defend.
But if the Hero of Time had only watched as Pip had revealed his breakfast to the world then the psionic would wipe his mouth with the back of his gloved right hand.
And then, then he would nod, a juvenile smile sprouting on his face and pulling his ill-shaven cheeks into dimples.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:54 pm
If only he didn't see Pip as clearly as he did.
Stomach churning in a threat to purge itself of it's contents, the Hero watched with blatant disgust and ever increasing sickness as Pip vomited onto the ground. Stopping and dropping his guard, Link lowered both the Master Sword and his dented shield as he watched, morbidly curious as to what happened to Pip to cause the lanky man to be sickened so. Gazing down with that same horrible curiosity, Link would tremble at the sight of sand sucking up most of the vomit's moisture, leaving naught but whatever Pip had for breakfast and the not-yet digested peanuts from earlier. And if that wasn't enough, Link was downwind.
The Knight's nostrils flared, and he immediately doubled over and dry-heaved before turning his flank to Pip. Right there, in front of everybody, Link's stomach forced some of the contents from his last meal all over the sand. Sickened ever more by the act of vomiting, Link turned his back to Pip and stabbed the Master Sword into the ground before curling his left hand over his abdominal. Immediately fatigued by such an act, it was definitely a time-out for the Hero of Time before he would be able to function properly.
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