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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:05 am
Description: A mountain plateau, one of many that lies in a mountain range north of GTB known as the Tophead Mountains, is the fighting spot for this round. Moving from the standard of being inside a stadium surrounded by people, Midus Sonners has decided to make up for throwing the fighters into a fight full of bad weather and has taken them to a spot that is nice and warm with nice breezy winds of the fresh mountain air, and a good amount of water surrounding each plateau, with various other hills present throughout, including some land and a background view of the higher mountains. Each fighter will be in a location far away from the other matches, so neither will be capable of seeing one another, unless someone launches a pretty large technique, be it visually or by magical sense. Cameramen rest in flying helicopters and on islands out in the water to keep a close watch on the fights taking place for all to see from the safety of their livings and the large screen present back at the GTB stadium. Grass and rock is the terrain, with a few small ups and downs that keep the plateau from being perfectly flat. The edge drops down in a curve toward the waters, the plateau raised at a height of fifty feet above water. The slope isn't steep, so if one slips down the hill, they can easily catch themselves and start walking back up, though not without some effort. How The Fighters Arrived: All fighters were transported via helicopters, one helicopter per fight with both fighters being transported in the same vehicle. Special Conditions: None. Field Measurements:Here is a visual of the field measurements, with the assumption that the plateau is circular on its top. Ten Count Boundary: The moment someone goes goes outside the 30ft diameter, meaning touching the slopes, the ten count starts. To show where the ten count starts, a holographic barrier surrounds the plateau in a half opaque orange color. For reference, the distance of the slope from the edge of the top to the water is 15 ft. The flying rule remains.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:36 am
Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop...
That wonderful sound echoed around the plateaus as Bishop looked out the window of the chopper on this sunny wonderful day. A smile etched across his lips as he waiting to get there. He was stocked, the new kid on the block had one two matches in a row, maybe luck would remain on his side today. As for his opponent on the chopper, He would make sure to study his figure before they exited the helicopter, just to get a look at him and how he may fight. Bishop wouldn't be dumb enough to make the same mistakes he made last round, as he advance into the tournament his style was constantly built on, adjusting to the way the other tournament fighters played.
Arriving at the destination, the pilots would instruct the fighters to remain seating till the chopper was closer to the plateau. Bishop would listen, and when close enough he would hop out of the chopper, on the the rocky cliff. And this is where his heart began pounding. They weren't here, but he could hear them. What the hell, was this guy schizophrenic now? Not at all...but he could hear the stadium from miles and miles away, as the crowd roared with intensity, cheering on the first year wonder. The raging crowd though not in his sight would give him a boost of confidence and adrenaline, the little hairs on the back of Bishop's neck stood on end. Today, was going to be a good day, and granted his opponent seemed like a sword master, this un-even rocky terrain wouldn't be his friend today, Not that it helped Bishop, but if definitely was a Disadvantage for the hero of time.
Wasting no time to prepare, Bishop would remove his shirts, it was too hot to keep them on, and the breeze felt nice. He then would also equip his shield to his left as and grin widely as he cracked his neck. His knife to his lower back, and his hunk of metal fake a** katana no where to be found. Bishop would do a few exercises to properly stretch out his muscles before the match. After all, that jedi's puppetmastering telekinetic jedi force bullshit made him a bit stiff. Once he would quit moving he would see cameraman and would wink at the camera as he flexed his right arm.
"This one is for you baby."
Simultaneously would several girls in the crowd go wild before starring each other down in confusion, a few of them began to fight in the stands. Bishop would now after his taunt, allow his eyes to narrow as he looked back to the helicopter, starring and waiting. Soon as link would come out of that helicopter, it would be on like Donkey Kong. Bishop joined this tournament mostly to better himself as a fighter, but due to his current victory status, he was definitely gunning for the cash prize and the reputation now.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:05 pm
Clutching his green cap to his head and jumping out of the helicopter, Link landed with a light thud upon the rocky terrain and turned around to gaze passionately at the machine as it took off and into the sky once more. To say he was enthralled would have been the grossest of understatements -- The Hero of Time was practically infatuated with the wingless inorganic bird.
Once the helicopter reached an altitude where it's rotors did not interfere with the natural winds, Link finally turned around and faced his opponent. Peeking out from under his cap would be Navi, who took the time to climb out and float away from what would obviously be another battle for the Hylian Knight.
Reaching behind him and grabbing both the hilt of the Master Sword and the handle of his shield, Link equipped himself and tested the balance of both his items before appearing satisfied. The battle had commenced, they were on a slope and Link would already go about the tact of back up and into the high-ground. He was ready.
Righting his shield in front of him and raising the Master Sword in preparation, Link waited for his opponent to initiate hostilities.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:54 pm
Bishop would sigh lightly as he shook his head no. He couldn't believe how scared everybody was to throw the first blow. What ever, ******** it. Bishop would press forth more cautiously than normal, being on a raised surface with no edge. This single bout was going to be the hardest one thus far, seeing as to how killing is against the rules and the fall could be deadly. Should Bishop knock him off the edge, Bishop would be disqualified. Should Bishop fall, he too could die....either way, He just needed to watch himself.
As link escalated to the higher part of the plateau, Bishop would put his gaurd up with his shield, which hid his torso and his lower face, his eyes peaking over the lip of the shield as he drew closer. His arms muscle naturally bulged in a defining fashion as the sun light gleamed off of his skin, his blond hair waving slowly in the calm winds. Bishop's face had grown to that of a serious mug, he didn't smile and laugh like all the gaian faggerts, no....He would be focused.
Once within striking range, Bishop's right hand would turn to his back. This action well hidden, the hands of a thief and the curtain of a shield aided that swift sly maneuver. Bishop would then simply press his strength into a hockey check move, Pretty much just to get things underway, though he didn't try to make this move full on, just an ice breaker to make link move...and when he did move it would be easier for Bishop to make a decision based on his opponents openings. 'This guy won both of his rounds two....lets find out why and how.'
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 2:21 am
Planting his feet after reaching a relatively stable advantage point on the highground, Link would bend his knees for extended balance and lower his shield marginally to effectively keep tabs on his opponent.
Bishop was cautious -- Link would also seek to use that to his advantage. Having never played Hockey or even heard of the sport for that matter, Link could only gauge what the Thief did as a lackluster shield bash to test the waters and measure the contest between the two. Taking it for what it was, Link would waste no time in initiating true hostilities between them by meeting Bishop's shield bash with a shield bash of his own - save one crucial aspect; strength. Link would, for all intents and purposes, throw his right arm out and into Bishop's shield with the full muster of his heroic muscles in a bash of epic proportions.
But that was not the full scope of Link's offensive measures. With the tactical advantage of a relative high-ground, the Hylian Knight had a few precious inches above his opponent, which meant all the world in terms of combat. Pulling his left arm back and angling the tip of the Master Sword, Link sought to use whatever opening his special shield bash technique might have produced and swung the Blade of Evil's Bane down ontop of his opponent's exposed head. Pending Bishop's alignment, there was a chance of either cleaving straight through his skull, or splitting his head open with a magically blunted edge of a sword that could cleave no good-natured sentient.
This initiation of hostilities was to be the true ice breaker between the two.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 2:36 pm
And so it begun.
Clank!
As stated before Bishop hadn't place his strength into the attack, and so when the shield collided and the force income was place higher, Bishop would slide back a few inches. By the time he would be replanting his feet, Bishop could hear that tone that was all so familiar.
SHINK!
The opponent had withdrew a blade and was already slicing down in a harsh slash, aiming for the head. Bishop would drop to his right knee and hoist his left up, the lip of the shield catching the sword. This is where Bishop would allow the brain and the nervous system to exchange messages, commanding his body to prepare for shock. The several electroplaques implants into the man made him much like an electric eel. So, just about as the sword hit the shield...
BZZRRTZZZRRRTT!
A whopping .01 Amp. Even through fabrics of clothing, and other minor materials, this electricity would push through the metal of the shield, through the sword, and into Link in a very very short amount of time. How fast did electricity travel again? Regardless, as the shock was iniciated, Bishop's mind would know that a successful shock of this caliber allowed for one to not be able to let go, Extreme pain, and Extreme breathing difficulties. And with a shocked opponent, Bishop would push up on his left leg to allow his right leg to place its foot on the ground, where Bishop's right hand would yank out his bowie knife from it sheath and holding it over hand style, the point facing up, he would bring it from his back as his right side of the body shifted forward and stab for Link's Bicep. Piercing the muscle in this state of shock would have the muscle tightened, and if the blade or maybe when it pierce Bishop would release the shock, allowing the tense muscle to relax, making the wound bigger, though the outcome would be unchanged. If the blade was in, it would be in until Bishop pulled it out, and he first wished to make a world of hurt for Link.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 6:38 pm
((Swagga, do you realize you just sent 100 milliamps at Link? That's lethal. Explain otherwise.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:47 pm
[[I meant to put .01. I have a chart that lists amps and the side effects. Sorry for the screw up. Should I change it?]]
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:52 pm
(( I think you should, unless you want me to post a Hero's crispy downfall. o_o; ))
(( I'd also like to see your chart for review/to correctly post. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 12:16 am
OOC: Editted. Again sorry for the typo, he is the, Chart.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:40 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:25 am
((Alright. Thanks for that. continue.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:17 pm
None could deny that both the Hero of Time and the Thief he fought were titans of strength. A downward stroke with his left arm with the Master Blade was once of Link's most powerful sword-strikes, and when it caught the lip of Bishop's shield, it was not the single pure note that the Blade of Evil's Blade emitted that Link focused his attention on. No, for that split moment, Link could only furrow his eyebrows at the supreme resistance of his opponent's shield arm. It didn't budge. It didn't waver. It was..scary. It was scary to feel his attack stopped to such a degree.
The ground beneath them shuddered under the stopping of the blow, a gale of wind emanating from between them stroked the grass, and a fine bead of sweat began trailing down Link's face. Monsters and the undead were Link's specialty, but fighting humans seemed to be putting major chinks in his stratagem - First Fierach, and now this man. However, the Hero of Time would not be dissuaded from his drive to achieve victory. In fact, he entreated the challenge of the Thief before him and the strength he assuredly possessed.
Feeling the hilt of the Master Sword grow warm beneath his fingertips, the Hylian Knight watched with evident surprise as the length of his weapon began to glow in a mystical light. Regardless of the Thief's natural alignment, the desire to cause severe bodily injury to the Hero of Time had turned the Blade of Evil's Bane against Bishop, effectively rendering his electric charge an evil sleight. As the current passed through the Master Sword's blade and into it's full-tang where it would have dissipated due to the insulation of the overlaying wood and leather, the Master Sword would instead act upon it's own accord and repel the electrical charge. Sparks flew, the Master Sword glowed in a brilliant blue, and Link would set his face in grim determination while he pulled his weapon back. In came Bishop's big knife from over head, and up came an upward stroke with the Master Sword, aiming to remove Bishop's wrist from his forearm in one swift blow.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 10:23 pm
Bishop would of course be surprised by his electric attack being thwarted by the mythical sword before him, and as a result of the shock not going through, he would cancel his stab attack Instead of hitting his wrist, the sword would violently smack the blade of the bowie knife and out of Bishop's hand, leaving it to plummet from the plateau. Damn, he really like that knife too.
Bishop's reply wasn't one of rash decision. He would erect his form and take a couple steps back swiftly before putting his guard back up with the shield as he firmly planted his feet. The CPU chip located on the stem of the brain so to speak, would activate, over hauling his nervous system for faster thought process and pushing his hypertendons and his Compound V enhanced strength to its limits with an awesome dose of adrenaline. This fight called for stepping the game up a bit, And Bishop was willing to do so.
Once Bishop was sure he had a few plans in his head , he would mug his opponent, those hazel eyes narrowed at the Hero of time as that aforementioned wind caressed Bishop's golden locks, and massaged his slightly pale skin. He would speak out to his opponent.
"I saw that fairy with you and deemed you a faggert, but you battle prowess shows me otherwise. Alright Santa's little helper, Im done warming up."
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