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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:06 pm
The arena itself, which actually sits below ground level, spans two hundred feet in diameter with walls twenty feet high before the stands begin. The floor of the arena is sprinkled with just enough sand to cover up the stones beneath, but not enough to be significantly detrimental to footing or traction. Gates at the northern and southern end lead into the arena, through which contenders will enter upon being summoned from their quarters in order to compete in the designated match. The platform is risen only four feet off the ground. The stone is tough and is made to withstand superhuman matches. Though there will be cracks and such to show damage, it is a resilient platform that cannot be destroyed with ease. The ring itself covers a span of seventy-five feet in diameter within the two-hundred span of the whole fighting arena within the seating area (this includes out of bounds).
Out of Bounds: The ground between the platform and the wall of the stands is out of bounds, which naturally starts the ten count. Touching the stands is also out of bounds. If the platform somehow ends up getting chunked somewhere to reveal ground, that exposed ground still becomes time out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:37 pm
Carrying a cartridgeless rifle fitted with a bayonet in a sling on his back and a bowieknife the size of a claymore on the outside of his right thigh, Dillin strode through the gate into the arena.
He stood an average five feet eleven inches in height and weighed in at a lean one hundred sixty-three pounds. He wore loose blue slacks for the occasion, heelless shoes, and a winter sweater. His breath hung suspended in the frigid winter air.
He leapt onto the platform. His golden eyes widened, scanned the stands ceremoniously, and the crowd roared, demanding blood.
He opened his mind, searching for threads of power within himself, and inhaled deeply, slowing the rate of his breathing and regulating the temperature of his own body, as he strode toward the middle of the platform.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 7:19 pm
Woo!! Yeeaah!!
The crowd cheered wildly and stomped their feet in anticipation of the first round. The moment had finally come for them to watch a good show!
YEAH!!
The crowd whistled and roared with excitement, their lust for violence beckoning Dillon's opponent.
From the north entrance, Lucas would emerge and pump his fist into the air. He'd gather the spirit of the crowd, pointing to them as he approached the stage. Although when Lucas climbed onto the stage, Lucas would fix his electric blue eyes on his opponent.
Lucas had a similar physique to Dillon in height and weight. The Imperfect Angel wore a black leather coat over a black tank top, black fingerless gloves, blue jeans, and black boots. Lucas' blonde hair was untamed but partially hidden under a white beanie. Lucas wore an air of confidence through a small smirk that had curved on his lips. The only thing to stick out was that Lucas was holding a sword in his left hand.
King's Guard had a blade length of five feet, a width of one foot, and an inch thick edge. The sword was rectangular in shape and blue tinted in color. The sword was not forged of Earthly metals but it would still feel like any slab of iron that weighed 35 pounds. The Imperfect Angel held the oddly shaped weapon in a reverse grip so that the hilt of the blade pointed towards Dillon. King's Guard was too thick to cut but that's how Lucas would prefer it.
Lucas would give a little bow of respect as he looked his opponent over. Dillon appeared to be prepared for close and mid ranged combat. Regardless if he was or not, Lucas would take in a deep breath before bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.
This arena was about to add another chapter of combat to its history. The crowd would no longer have to wait for the action to start.
Lucas would carry himself to Dillon's right, circling him while steadily closing the distance. With Dillon in the center of the stage Lucas could easily move around his opponent. The Imperfect One bobed towards Dillon's back, appearing to float with a natural angelic grace.
"Hmf..!"
The cold air would part at the blunt edge of King's Guard being swung towards Dillon's left knee. Lucas would attempt to take advantage of his sword's length and put Dillon down to one knee.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 1:19 pm
Dillin drew his bowieknife and assumed the knife fighter's crouch, right leg forward, weight distributed evenly between both feet. His 'knife' weighed five pounds and had a blade length of thirty-nine inches. As Lucas began to circle to Dillin's right, the primal turned his body slightly and lowered the angle of his blade so that the weapon pointed forward. He held his left hand near the hilt of his weapon.
As Lucas closed in from behind and to his right, swinging at his left knee, Dillin glanced back, spotting an opening. He pivoted on the axis of his spine and sprung forward on his right foot inside Lucas' guard, simultaneously supinating his right wrist and whipping the point of the bowieknife out, attempting to slash the bridge of Lucas' nose.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:02 pm
The crowd cheered and roared when Dillin sprung into action. The tension of the match was beginning to grow steadily as the people roared with excitement. So when Lucas ducked his upper body down the crowd would howl out when he dodged.
Hissing in air, Lucas had simply weaved himself under Dillin's arm to avoid getting his nose cut. However Lucas was striking fast and he would strike hard at Dillin's exposed side. With a firm pull, Lucas would swing his left arm up to guide the blunt edge of King's Guard into Dillin's right side. The blunt weapon would not cut but it did a very good job at breaking and bruising things such as smaller ribs.
Having Dillin close was good for Lucas. It was where he was most dangerous. Evading King's Guard would take an impressive display of speed. The damage from the hit was potentially stunning but Lucas would not stop there. Dillin was wide open and Lucas would take advantage of it.
"C'mon!"
Lucas' right fist would fly forward, regardless if King's Guard hit or missed. The Imperfect Angel would attempt to punch Dillin's face before sliding backwards with some light footwork.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:56 pm
Dillin's free hand was held in a state of readiness to block his adversary's blade arm.
Lucas' low crouch put his head in range.
As Lucas wandered in close for the swing, Dillin clamped down hard on his right wrist with his left hand from inside his guard, pulled his right elbow back and thrust overhead into the target: Lucas' cervical vertebrae.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:43 pm
Lucas twisted his right arm down before Dillin could get a firm grip on it. As he did, the angel's knee would shoot up to hit Dillin in the base of his sternum. Lucas would attack without hesitation, following up his knee strike by cranking his left arm up. The hilt of King's Guard would smash into the underside of Dillin's jaw for a skull rattling attack.
Dillin was faster than Lucas thought but that wouldn't deter him. Dillin still had a chance to attack Lucas' neck but he would have to take a painful tradeoff. Regardless, Lucas wouldn't back down with his opponent so close.
Lucas was focused, his gaze fixed intently on Dillin as the crowd cheered on. The atmosphere was empowering, nearly intoxicating to some. The Imperfect Angel would become aggressive after the hilt strike if it were to hit. With a firm push, Lucas would try to slam the broad surface of his weapon into Dillin and put him on his back.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 4:38 pm
Dillin blocked the knee with the palm of his left hand, tucked his chin and took the blunt sword's hilt on the point. His teeth rattled in his skull.
As Lucas pushed into him with the broad side of the blunt sword, Dillin used Lucas' momentum against him, overhooking Lucas' arms, pulling him up to his chest, sticking his right foot between Lucas' legs and falling back.
As he fell, he elevated Lucas over himself, used his neck muscles to bridge and turn Lucas over.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:38 am
"Whoa...!"
A little thrown off that Dillin brought Lucas in close, the Imperfect Angel was taken down with his opponent. It was clever of Dillin to use Lucas' momentum but Lucas would fall into Dillin and push King's Guard into his chest. Lucas guessed it wouldn't feel too comfortable for a rifle to help break Dillin's fall so of course he tried to turn them both over. Lucas would grunt and let himself be turned over without much trouble. He wasn't planning to stay on his back for much longer.
With a quick thrust, Lucas would smash the blunt end of King's Guard into Dillin's right knee. It was a simple and powerful strike that would probably make Dillin flinch. Regardless, Lucas would then twist his hips to the left and try to flip Dillin onto his back. The crowd would howl and yell out for the two fighters to stand up and Lucas would try to get to his feet if he could turn Dillin over.
If Dillin was still on his back, Lucas would try and crush Dillin's right hand with King's Guard for a disarming attack.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 1:53 pm
Using his callused fists and preternatural strength, Dillin dropped bombs on his opponent's face and head--at least eighteen of them--attempting to batter Lucas down and bloody his nose and eyes up.
Coupled with Dillin's preternatural strength and magic-fueled muscles and nervous system, each hit had the power and force of a steel gauntlet behind it.
With adrenaline pumping through his nervous system, the hit to the knee didn't so much as phase him; it was doubtful Lucas had adequate leverage for a powerful strike while he was on his back.
The empath caught a look on Lucas' face and quickly deduced the look to mean that the crowd was roaring for them to stand.
Dillin lifted his head, his eyes gleaming, and got to his feet, giving Lucas room to stand.
He touched his nose with his right hand and made a loose fist.
His leading left hand tightened into a knot.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 12:28 am
With Lucas' weapon in a reverse grip he only needed to pump his left hand arm down to strike. Although it would surprise Lucas that Dillin didn't flinch at getting struck in the knee. There would be no avoiding the first two punches but Lucas would swiftly move his weapon up over his face, his right arm now held under the oddly shaped weapon. Lucas' grip would quickly revert to a traditional hold so that he could keep his own weapon from smacking him in the face while Dillin attacked.
"Tch"
A small splotch of blood had stained Lucas' face from being punched in the nose. His face pulsed with pain but it wasn't a problem. He wouldn't wait for Dillin to get out every punch or stand though. Judging by the force behind Dillin's attacks, Lucas was beginning to understand that Dillin was more powerful than he looked.
Without warning, the surface of Lucas' weapon that faced Dillin would shine with energy. A very sudden and concussive force would push out as Lucas amplified the heat of his weapon. The rapid expansion of heat would cause King's Guard to glow white with the intensity of potent energy. At point blank, Dillin would temporarily be overcome with a scorching blast of energy.
Standing, Lucas would wipe the blood from his nose and tap the arena platform with his sword. It would now be encased with a brilliant white luster, the energy enveloping King's Guard now humming with energy. Lucas' smile would slip back onto his face as he looked to the crowd.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Lucas looked to Dillin, as he started to circle around to Dillin's left.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 5:21 pm
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Dillindua's flurry struck hollowly against Lucas' weapon.
The primal shifted his weight back and switched to body shots, specifically blows to the stomach and kidneys, to complete the flurry, until shining light drew his gaze upward.
He pulled himself off his adversary and retreated tactically.
A subaural hum shook the platform as he energized himself, preparing for what was to come by holding his hands up for balance and defense.
Lucas' concussive energy release exploded like a grenade, slamming into the front of his person, driving him back a few inches.
The soles of his boots skidded across the arena floor.
His right knee buckled slightly.
His aura flared as energy swarmed out from his root chakra, spilling from his palms and fingertips in hot blue waves.
Lucas' energy overtook him.
He waded through it.
"I've had better," he said, ignoring the ringing in his ears. Talking during a fight was risky business, but the combatants had been separated, Lucas was facing away from him, and his hands were now held loosely in front of his face.
As Lucas circled, he followed him with his eyes, strafed into him, threw a kick with his right foot toward the inside of Lucas' right knee.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 7:39 pm
Lucas would pivot himself when Dillin kicked. Stepping his right leg back to twist his body to the left, Lucas would also swing his sword at Dillin's right leg. As he moved, Lucas felt his sides had been hit earlier. Thankfully, King's Guard had served as an excellent shield.
"Hmmf.."
As Lucas attacked back, the Imperfect Angel would try and leap back to prevent Dillin from trying to move in close before Lucas could finish his swing.
Dillin would have to be wary of King's Guard making contact with him now that it was heated up. The heat would radiate between the two, forming a comforting aura. The brisk air would be forgotten as the two warriors fought on.
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