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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:08 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: Sat Jan 21, 2012 9:12 pm
Always with minimal fanfare, but now Adaire had a history in this tournament. She had fought one warrior to a standstill that had been judged in her favor and pulled off some good moves against a beast like opponent who overpowered in her every sense except speed, and that was disputable. In the end she had taken a scar across her belly and almost died, but at the very least the medical services here had been amazing. The scar across her stomach was thin and it hadn't hurt her figure, she had to work out for a while and go away to recuperate, but she felt she was as healthy as ever.
She jumped up onto the platform in the middle of the arena, a circle of seventy-five feet actually gave her some room to run, she liked that. But she knew running and weaving through attacks wouldn't win a match. She needed to be able to strike.
Her kevlar Armoured trench coat covered her like a blanket, long red hair fell in a pony tail behind. At the bottom of the coat was jeans and boots, as the bottom hem fell about her calves. Her bright red eyes scanned the crowd and the platform itself. Everything was more modest this year, had Midus hit a rough patch? She brushed her steel toed boots against the stone. Most of her weapons were in her coat, unseen, except for one. The huge mythril shuriken strapped to her back, she had decided to bring it to the first fight. It was forty centimeters in diameter from the tip of one sharp blade to the next. It had been an awkward weapon to learn how to use, but she believed it would pay dividends in the attack department. She just had to be careful not to behead her opponent with it, the thing could cut.
She couldn't believe she had come back to the GTB, and she sighed, "I must be addicted to punishment........."
She grimaced, she hadn't had time to research her opponent or anything, so this guy was going to be a complete surprise. Though he probably knew nothing about her either.
"I am a nobody after all,"
Adaire shrugged her shoulders as she waited.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 2:01 pm
Samuel would be waiting by the door, his arms stretching as the fans screamed and cheered. This was a tournament he was known in, though his history with the Dark Tournament was more pronounced. The CEO of the pharmaceutical company was well accepted by his demonic fans, he was after all representing them.
Theme Music
The music hit and the doors opened as light poured in, his eyes staring head on into the swarms of fans as he walked out, his 6'6" frame stalking forward in a proud manner. When the music began people stood on their feet and cheered, yelling his name over and over in chants. However, the moment his black frame entered the light the crowd went from insane to out right near rioting with cheers! The explosion of noise was accumulative to a near atomic explosion of adulation as he waved to his fans and approached the ring.
Samuel was dressed in all black military style, tactical vest and all. his light weight flexible gear would grant minor protection and maximum mobility. Unlike his normal appearance the Devil was humanized for this tournament, he had no horns or devil tail but his ebony skin was still apparent along with the thousands of scars that covered his face and body. His eyes had no pupils, they stared at the young girl in the ring like dead cold eyes of a zombie, looking her over with a smile and nod of respect as he entered the ring.
The second his black combat boot touched the granite the fans got even louder, against all odds screaming loud enough to shake the building. Samuel was 6'6" and weighed in at 350 pounds, but this was a deception. the ultra heavy weight did not have the volume or frame of that size a man, he was simply a tall and some what skinny and athletic form, it was his condensed bone and muscle structure that explained the weight. he had explosive speed, power, and strength in the physical form. However that was his only real quality was his physical performance, he was limited to one single psionic skill in this tournament....he would utilize it wisely.
He carried a black metallic war maul in his right hand, about the size of a sledge hammer, and a singe police baton that was set on his right hip holster. He wore a black tactical poly nylon carbonite vest that had no pockets but some slight padding around the inner shoulder area for comfort and mobility. The over all review, he was a tank with speed and enough power to compensate, however his smaller adversary still had an advantage in speed, mobility and agility due to size difference. The over all strategy, stay at a distance and gods help her if he got his hands on her.
After about five minutes the music died out and the fans lowered the decibel level of cheering by only a minor amount, Samuel had stood there just simply watching her....not a single readable expression on his face.....
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:26 pm
The theme music played and a host of fans cheered, though the host wasn't human, and neither was her opponent, at least if appearances meant anything. He towered over her by fourteen inches and outweighed her by at least a hundred a pounds, she couldn't tell it was even more than that just by looking at him but understood appearances could be deceiving. More disturbing than anything was his eyes. It was at the sight of his eyes that she shifted her weight on metatarsals of her feet. Her eyes, a deep red, brightened at the challenge.
It wasn't that she didn't want to get close, she had a mean kick, and could maneuver around in close quarters for a while without an opponent getting a hand on her. It was just, one mistake, one grab she failed to dodge, and she was probably in for some major hurt. And just like anyone else, it was best for her to fight as best suited her strengths.
She wasn't going to wait five minutes for the music to die down.
"Why do I talk myself into doing this," she whispered sarcastically as she reached to undo the strap along her back and pulled out the Mythril Fumma Shurikan.
She held the weapon in her left hand for this attack, careful not to let the sharpened Mythril blades touch her skin. If thrown correctly it would get some lift and come back to her under the event that she missed her target, but if it hit anything with more than a glance she would have to retrieve it manually. The weapon had another disadvantage, in that if she couldn't get in position to catch it properly she would have to let it go and get out of the way or risk it injuring her on the return. She had actually hoped to be able to throw it out of the ring or not use it, but considering her opponent there wasn't too much choice.
She needed to multi-task, she needed to do it well, she needed to leave little room for error, and knew there wouldn't be much chance for experimentation or cute tricks. She picked up speed and ran at her opponent at a fast but controllable pace until she was nearing within twenty feet of him. Then her body recoiled. She would arch the shuriken, pull back, and adjust the angle of her body as she twirled a 180, her wrist combined with her body as she twirled back set the path of her weapon upon release. It was almost like a pitcher throwing a strike, though with a different stance and release. The Fuuma Shuriken would go wide of her opponent's left arm, before twirling back to the right; on the return it would be flying close enough to his right shoulder to take a slice of flesh if he didn't adjust his position. In the five seconds her weapon would stay airborne, she pulled out three small shuriken and flung them for the left side of his face in hopes that maybe he'd shift to the right and take a more drastic hit from the large shuriken before it passed from behind him. If he didn't take a hit, she was expecting her shuriken to return with little deviation, which meant she had a few seconds without moving more than just necessary adjustments to safely catch the much larger ranged weapon.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:50 pm
The fans cheered and roared with admiration but this did not deter him from his objective. His stone cold dead eyes never took their glare off her and as she went to attack he stood silently still, like a grave stone. The shuriken of large size breezed past his left, his ears picking up on it's wind path as the smaller ones got flung his way. His eyes watching her motionless and as the smaller ones came with in arm's reach, his left hand moved at blinding speed....
1,2,3 shuriken of smaller size landed neatly between his set of left fingers, holding them with a dead gaze stare as his right hand now moved. In a single fluid motion his right hand released the hold on his sledge hammer, letting the head slide to the ground as his grip then retightened, holding the weapon now at the tip of the shaft arm. At the same time his right leg stepped back, and with a single mighty swing he turned slightly to his right, allowing his arm to swing behind him as the head piece came viciously down on the center handle of the larger shuriken! Blasting it downward mid path just a mere two feet from his body and crashing it flat into the surface of the ring!
His movements were precise, calculated, and dangerously fast for someone of his size frame. He moved with deceptive fluency and power that was cultivated with an eerie silence, however his fan base was not so silent. They roared at the display of solid and calculated power, the precise and quick movement was beyond human in every way. And not once...had his gaze ever left her.
He tossed the smaller shuriken to the side and out of the ring, his right hand would shift the hammer and let the larger shuriken slide slightly to his right and back. By this time the music had stopped playing and his mind went to work adjusting to the focus at hand, his grip becoming loose on the war maul and letting it clatter to the ground before kicking it away to his left. He then pressed forward in a long steady march....directly for her..... "Your going to have to do better then that...."
Psionic Charges: 50
Mental Stability: 95%
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:32 pm
This was teeth grinding moment, all that preparation and training for nothing. This brute had just smacked down a shuriken traveling at forty miles an hour and smacked it down to the turf. The small shuriken she had tossed at even higher speeds might as well have been peanuts for all the good it did her. She hadn't even learned if it was possible to cut him and had already been denied what might have been possibly her most effective weapon
"You're pure evil aren't you," Adaire spat, "I can sense it, I don't feel anything good coming from you! Let's see you dodge all of them!"
Adaire took to a lateral run, it was circular field, so she would run in an arc to his left at a speed of about fifteen miles an hour. Her eye would be on the target even as she ran, as she didn't have far to go until her body pivoted toward the opponent and her hands dove into her coat.Quote: Shuriken Rain Drops: After much practice with the throwing stars, Adaire is able to unleash a barrage of them at her opponent. Up to twenty five every fifteen seconds. At this rate, she is not in full control of the accuracy and trajectory of her multiple shuriken.
The band on her wrist glowed just slightly and a slight blue streak circled in her blood red eyes, someone was trying to tell her something.
Dominance: Adaire 90%
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 9:01 pm
"No...just a father fighting for his daughter..." The words he spoke where said at almost a whisper, sadness drooling over every syllable but his dead eyes still held the solid gaze of a killer. He had been pure evil once, a man forged in the fires and pain of hell, but every man had the right to change his path. The choice to decide how he wanted to be remembered, that was what he believed. She began to arc to his left in a running state, he would counter by moving in a moderate jog top his right. His large steps outdid her by enough as he kept her in sight, turning with her and then she unleashed a barrage of shuriken!
His feet would explode with power as he lunged himself to the right, rolling into his shoulder and out of the way in time to let the knives whiz past him! However while prone more flew his way, he thrust his shoulder back and rolled as they hit the concrete where he had been prone. He dodged and rolled like a professional, moving with athletic grace and brutish power. As he rolled back two more hit where he had been, his legs tucking in as he came up to his feet in a knelt state, ducting to his left as one slammed into his right shoulder and the other passed by, digging into the light weight Kevlar vest.
The vest protected him mostly but the tip just managed to sneak into his skin, a stinging sensation filling his shoulder as his left hand reached up and yanked it out. He swept it in front of him, knocking another off course and snatching the other with a free hand. Now armed with her own weapons he stood on his feet, moving towards her and using the two acquired weapons to swat the others out of the sky. When the final Shuriken fell he remained mostly unharmed, a scratch on his cheek and the small puncture wound in his right inner shoulder.
He thrust the two items in his hand aside, having stayed facing the girl the entire time. She had an advantage in speed but at her distance it took him little effort to keep her in his sight, but then again his first demonstration showed he had other worldly senses, there may be no way to get the drop on him as far as she knew. He had a single trick up his sleeve and wished to save it for when she foolishly drew in close. However as she had moved so had he during her barrage and dodging her toys was a lot easier then properly aiming them at him while on the run.
His breathing became slightly heavier as he sucked in fresh air and kept his heart at a steady rate, ensuring he did not over exert himself as he once again started his march towards her. She had been an estimated 20 feet away when she started her arc, she was now only 15 though they had switched places on the map. She now had her large weapon off to her right and back by about 20 feet, his war maul was to her back and left, also about 20 feet. He moved with a calm and solid purpose, this fight was simple...he had but one goal...get in close.....
Psionic Charges: 50
Mental Stability: 99%
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 9:58 pm
Futile, the shuriken attack barely slowed him down. Perhaps he would be merciful if he was not evil, perhaps he would simply knock her out and end it that way instead of ripping her to shreds. But if she was thinking like that it was out of fear, and if she kept thinking like that she had already lost.
Use me.
Adaire shook the voice of. She had scuffed him with a few flesh wounds but none of the vital targets had hit. The ones that had acquired his neck had been deflected, targets for the tendons of his legs had been nimbly dodged. If she took the time to aim he would see the attack coming and respond appropriately, but if she launch a wave her lower accuracy would allow him to do the same most of the time. At that hit ratio she didn't have nearly enough shuriken to make an impact. Was the only option to strike fight and retreat, or to dodge around him up close? She might be able to get in close and launch attacks using her agility based moves, but that would only be buying time until one of his attacks caught her or tripped her up. Even if she landed multiple blows, it looked like he could withstand them without blinking, while one hit from him would do damage. If he was undead, or demonic, even a stab wound might not seal this fight, so any kind of suicide rush would be foolhardy.
You can't handle him close range, he's gonna get faster, you can't just keep running! You have to make a decision now before it's too late!
"Fine, I understand, just don't get hurt!"
No more shuriken, it wasn't working. Adaire pulled back toward the two discarded weapons, being careful of some spare shuriken that littered the platform. Her red eyes were swirling with blue and the wrist band she wore was beginning to form white tendrils that sparkled and gave off sparks. The tendrils were moving up her coat as Adaire slid to a stop between the two weapons. She didn't go for either of them, instead she looked at Samuel, her eyes now a soft blue instead of a brilliant red.
"Sorry if I'm not very good with metal weapons, or my fists, so I refuse to attack you with them" She said in a much softer voice, "Circle, Circle, Circle!"Quote: Circle of Agility: Red moves within a circle radiating two - three meters from her opponent. Extreme concentration on a small area of the opponent's space allows her to change direction almost instantaneously at high speeds. She can not attack in earnest until she breaks the circle, but keeping the formation allows her to launch multiple strikes on her opponent from many directions. The main idea of the power is to launch a barrage of light attacks, there is not much ability and the strikes are light. This is designed to confuse an opponent or stall while charging something bigger.
Moreover, why was Trish's red trench coat beginning to develop a faint white glow from the inside that shone through the center line and from under the bottom hem.Dominance: Trish 90%
Status: Formation
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:33 pm
{{So if I understand the character correctly, two different minds in the same body? The Trish one has come out and is now just running circles around me, correct?}}
Samuel would feel the difference in personality, the shift in mood and knew something was a foot. She moved at a quick space for him and once she took that first step he froze in place. She moved fast and began to circle him, staying just out of his reach by a few feet and he had to applaud this. But it would not last.....
WHAM!
A force like no other erupted from his right hand, his wrist twitching slightly as he unleashed the only trick he had up his sleeve in this tournament. The psionic Concussion force. Powerful enough to KO someone if done at point blank but this was not the case, he had no intention of aiming it at her, but at his own feet! She had thrown a good arsenal of shuriken everywhere, he had ensured that most of it now littered around his feet...he was using her own ammo against her. The force fired at his feet and with nowhere to go but outward it shook the ground and all the small metal shuriken around the base of his body went flying outward like bullets!
Because of her distance the blowback of the attack would not really harm her but her speed would be overtly effected and she would be thrown off course, while in a storm of flying shuriken debris! As for him, the direct downward blast would lift him off his feet, sending him into the air bout 8 feet and slightly back, mostly out of harms way since the blowback of hitting the ground would force the psionic energy outward, not so much up. he tucked in his legs, his head ringing with the sound of a buzzing noise while flying metal slammed into the walls of the stadium just below the spectator seats!
His air born state did not last long as he fell back to earth, his feet reaching out and welcoming the granite as he landed with a powerful thud just after the rain of metal. He would land 5 feet back from where he had been standing, his knees bent and arms up ready to defend himself while his gaze quickly darted around to reacquire his target. In the storm that had gone off he would normally be able to keep track of a target at all times, he was Gaia's greatest hunter and tracker, but in his more humanized state his senses where not at par with his true inhuman stature.
{{Sadly I lost the info for this skill, it has been modified so I could enter and I only have the former version. I believe it still costs 4 charges but the Judges made me put a cooldown of 3 posts on it if i remember right, if wrong I will correct this info when Midus sends me a Pm telling me the correct stats. I didn't wanna leave you waiting so i hope I'm right on this. Keep in mind IC Trish/Red know nothing of this please. ^^}}
Psionic Charges: 46
Cooldown: 1/3
Mental Stability: 107%
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 8:47 am
{{DO NOT RESPOND RED!
The posty above is incorrect it seems I mixed up profiles and used an abilitly that is not in the actual profile but from my profile for the Face Off Tournament. I am speaking with Midus now to see what we can work out but this is my forecast.
I will need to change the post and be docked for points on using an incorrect skill. sweatdrop At least I assume so just stay with me, I'll try in the next few hours to get this sorted out and send you a PM when you will be good.}}
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:48 pm
(I'm going to have to roll with it out of lack of other options)
The viscous wave caught her off guard, plus there was suddenly no opponent to focus on, so her circle of agility was broken. Instead, she found herself focused on taking the blow from the force. Trish flew back and rolled toward the edge of the arena while crossing her arms in a bar to protect her face. There was a cry of pain as the arena met with her elbow, and though the joint wasn't damaged on the roll the flesh now felt tender. She had scattered a fair amount of shuriken in the stand, though most of them were not coming in her direction and would be forced out of the area, and those that were even fewer had taken a trajectory as if they were properly thrown. It was more or less lucky that the force of the attack caught her off her feet and threw her though, for if she had managed to brace and stood her ground a few more would have hit and with more force. Regardless, she had blocked one with the boney upper side of her right arm near the wrist and had a gaping flesh tear that exposed ivory that itself looked slightly chinked. Another, flying back faster than she was, grazed the side of her hide and took a healthy lock of hair while leaving a trail of blood running down her cheek. A few more hit the armor of coat and stuck to it without piercing, and another had smacked sideways into her jeans to leave a bruise without cutting through it, which might have been considered lucky.
The force of the attack hitting her while she was off her feet would cause the light weight to land on her side outside the ring when it was finally all finished, which would cause the count to start.
It wouldn't take long, something had grown from below Trish's coat. It was white, clean, and glistening. Rope of what like silk fabric had wrapped Trish's legs and now replaced her jeans, her feet were bare. The fabric acted like elongated tendrils to lift Trish to the edge of the four foot high platform in short order. There was a silken bandage dripping with blood around her wrist, another around her hair. Trish wiped her chin and tasted the blood, her eyes glowing blue. The trench coat was puffing outwards, as if something wanted to get out in a hurry. Her body, supported by the props of fabric, was standing as if on a pedestal four feet above the ring floor.
"You hurt my sister, I'm going to have to punish you," Trish said, breathing just a bit heavily.
Dominance Trish: 82%
Status: Ready
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:35 pm
{{Very well, sounds good to me due to time constraints. I cleared up with the judges on what my actually abilities are since I referred to the wrong profile so that was my bad. In actually if I had gone with the other post, you may have gotten hurt worse so I think you may have lucked out. XD}}
Samuel would close his white dead eyes, allowing his hearing to hone in on the girl and with a quick glance reopened them to find her near the edge of the ring. The force of the attack had thrown her out of the ring, wow even had he not predicted that but now she was hurt, he had to capitalize if he wanted to win.
He did not run like a fool but his long stride march in her direction was equivalent to Jason stalking his victim. Powerful and calculated steps that with his height equaled a jog at her level, moving the distance in a relatively fast pace and not once did his eyes divert to anything but her. The sound of thick boots thumping against the ground as he got closer and closer. His demeanor remained cold, void of any apparent emotion or rage as if he was more machine then organism.
Upon reaching about a ten foot distance from her he moved with an odd gesture. His left hand would flick out, crossing the air of space in front of him as if waving off her comment or throwing some object. However no such object came from his gloved hand nor did any blast or power that she could see. Once this motion was done he slid his right leg forward, crossing his feet for a second before allowing his left to snap up and out, side kicking the air between them. It was here she would get the only clue that something was afoot. His foot did not just hit air in fact it hit something in the air and the audible thud sounded as if he had just kicked a wall? Yet to the audience watching no such wall existed...at least...not to their sight.
In realty that hand gesture was another psionic skill, Force Wall. An 8 by 8 foot wall of psionic energy that was invisible to most eyes unless you were a psionic or held some sort of true sight sense, had been forged. Even then to a psionic it appeared as a translucent gray wall that he could form and move around at his will. What he had done here was thrown it up flat between them and then stepping side kicked into it hard enough to send it at her! Like throwing a couch or kicking a door into somebody with them on the other side it would fly across the space, slam into her, and shatter to pieces before dissolving. Unless she had some sort of true sight she would only see his odd gestures and a second after wondering what the hell he was doing she would feel the intense impact, like a door flying into her face only she didn't see it coming!
Psionic Charge: 42
Mental Stability: 110%
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:18 pm
MerDefGirl forfeits. Samayou advances!
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