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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:38 pm
The tournament fighters.
A big float is driving itself through the streets at a slow pace, allowing all spectators up and down the street to see it. There are giant televisions displaying the action from many angles, too, allowing for anyone who isn't nearby to watch what is happening. The railing is made of red-painted metal and the floor of this moving platform is paved stone, much like the platform of the previous fighting area.
The fighters will be fighting upon this mobile platform. The float is moving rather slow, so things such as balance and movement should not be much of a problem.
Field Measurements: The entire platform is 50 by 50 ft, and raised up four feet off the ground. Outside the float, the street is about ten feet on each side, though obviously the distance is very large both in front and back of the float. There are other floats in line with the fighting platform, but the distance is about thirty feet in space to decrease the chances of disrupting the fight.
Ten Count Boundary: Once your character touches the street, the ten count starts. So best get back into the ring OVER the railing and then touch the platform before it counts out. Obviously, if your opponent disrupts this, the ten count is reset.
Fight Ends: Friday, Feb 24, 9:00 PM central
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:02 pm
The float rounded the first corner and the crowd gave a thundering roar. Each of the large monitors lit up in unison, with each providing a unique perspective of the fighting ring. Streamers and confetti littered the streets. The beating of drums and the cheering mashed together to form loud, incomprehensible booms. This was definitely the party of the year.
The cameras focused on the slow moving float, and specifically on the handsome demon already inside of the ring. Razel leaned again one of the railings, his tail swaying from side to side. His head was bowed, his eyes blankly gazing at the stone tiles.
“Even after a vicious display in the second round It appears that Razel still thinks this is another day in the office,” a TV commentator observed, “but can that kind of attitude take him any further in this competition?”
Razel took on more casual appearance for this outing. He was lacking a jacket but still wore a black vest that cut off seamlessly at his gray slacks. The sleeves of his dark maroon shirt were rolled up to the elbows . His polished black shoes shined in the sun, much like the silver buckle on his belt.
Razel tilted his head back and looked up to the sky with a heavy sigh. He shifted against the railing frequently, occasionally tapping his foot as he watched himself on a large monitor.
“Do I look as bored as I feel?” the demon asked himself rhetorically.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 4:39 pm
"That's not a good way to get psyched up for a match. We're supposed to have fun here and enjoy this." The voice of Vash Sengou carried across the float from its far left side, the same side where his opponent, Razel, stood. His ears had caught the undertone of his opponent's complaining as he climbed up the side of the float from the street below. A few of the many large screens that viewed the float switched views to monitor the young man’s plight. It had taken him a bit longer than usual to get ready this morning. His alarm clock had failed him, again. He had scolded himself several times for the morning already on why he even bothered to trust the mechanical P.O.S that his mother had given him. Luckily he had laid his clothes out the night before and lacked nothing from his arsenal despite his hurry to get dressed and make it on time.
Like the previous match, he came dressed in his favorite black, button down, vest which seemed to shine as the sun reflected off of its golden embroidery. He struggled little to carry the small pouch on his waist and the added weight of the sword upon his back and jug of water did little to slow him down. Effortlessly, he threw his body over the short railing that would be the sole confinement from the pavement below and landed with grace. The grey hues hidden by strands of his pale blonde hair locked onto the figure of his opponent as he looked over his right shoulder, sizing him up so to speak for a brief moment. "To answer your question, yeah you do." With that said he made his way to the center of the arena. Once reaching his destination, he turned to face Razel. With a small shuffle and quick motion of his left arm, he removed the strap of the water jug and allowed it to fall to the arena tiles. "How about we get started so we can cure you of your boredom and add an 'L' to your score board?"
There was little to note about the stance he took. His right and left hand were raised just below his face, fingers curled in slightly but not enough to form a fist. The obsidian colored gauntlets gleamed in the sun, their red markings foretold of the eventual blood they hoped to consume. His legs were spread a mere two and a half feet apart. He did not slouch in the least bit yet he remained relaxed. Below the roar of the audience there was little chance his opponent could hear the almost inaudible whir of his gauntlets.
[Edited- Got rid of the random doubled paragraph.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:44 pm
Razel lazily rolled his head to the side and followed the man jumping over the railing with his eyes. The demon blinked glancing the man over as he approached the center of the arena.
Is he talking to me, because I don't remember asking him a question, Razel mused.
The demon didn't ponder on it for long. He pushed himself off of the railing and stood up tall. His body was turned on a slight angle, his right side pointed in the blonde's direction. The left arm remained low at his side, hand partially inserted into the pocket. The right arm was raised slightly, bent upwards from the elbow so that the hand was leveled with his face.
The mental barriers had already collapsed and dark energy pumped through him with an exceptional portion of his reserves pooling around his right hand.
He rolled the fingers in waves, stretching out each individual digit, "I agree, we should begin. However I doubt this will do anything to lift my boredom."
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Incinerating Touch lv. 1
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:26 pm
"If you say so. Let’s do this s**t." It was a simple response but it told all that was needed. Vash had studied up on his opponent, his time as a spectator well spent. However, he knew it would be foolish to pretend he knew everything about the creature that stood in front of him. With that in mind he decided that taking it easy and testing the waters was the best course of action. Left foot leading, Vash's right foot would leave its place centered upon the tiled arena floor. His body twisted at the waist and pivoted slightly on his left foot as he sent a swift kick to his opponent's leading leg. The target was the calf muscle. His eyes kept watch over his opponents frame. His arms remained raised and ready to intercept a strike or deal one of his own all depending on how the situation played from this point.
All the while, the inaudible whir grew a little bit louder.
Charge lvl 1
L gauntlet: 15000V
R gauntlet: 15000V
[Editing-fixed: Same situation as above occurred.]
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:35 am
The demon saw the kick coming and reacted promptly. His knees bent, but just barely for a very brief moment, and then suddenly he jumped up. As his body rose into the air Razel lifted his legs, effortlessly clearing the man's swift kick.
Though the demon was only in the air for a short while. He landed in a slight crouch on the railing just a few inches from where he had stood moments ago. His eyes were lowered onto the man, a smirk cracked on his lips, "Come, again," the demon jeered.
The stream of darkness within continued to rush unabated.
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Incinerating Touch lv. 2
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:23 pm
Well, that was interesting choice. His opponent has chosen to run rather than fight. Not only that, but Razel must have thought Vash to be an idiot. Even though he was brought up on the streets, he never was one to get riled up off of harmless taunts. Vash would continue to play it cool, for now at least. "***** wanna run then tell me to come ova? The ******** is this?" Vash said as he placed a fake scowl upon his face. He hoped to give the impression to his foe that he had become slightly agitated by Razel's snide remark. Not a second more had passed before he charged at his opponent to continue on with the impression of agitation he hoped to give. Twenty three feet quickly turned to five as he came into striking range of Razel. Left foot leading, his right hand by this point had been pulled back and loaded at his side. As his right foot slide forward his right hand left its chambered position. His upper body twisted to his left, adding additional force to a blow that could do crippling damage. The target of the hook was the outside of his opponents left knee as he remained crouched.
The roar of the crowds would continue to mask the subtle whirr of his gauntlets despite their increasing volume.
Charge level 2
L gauntlet 30000V
R gauntlet 30000V
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:01 am
Razel remained perched on the railing. He patiently waited for the next attack; the man's agitated expression as good an indication if any that it would soon come. When the man positioned himself to strike Razel, the demon's eyes focused sharply into place.
The man began to pivot his body, throwing his arm out for the powerful hook, and with impeccable timing Razel sprung off of the railing. He lunged forward as if he were diving over the man, but the demon reached out with his right hand to place it on top of the man's head. Razel pushed down, aligned himself straight, and achieved balance only for the second he needed. He used the surface to rotate his body about face while suspended in the air.
The acrobatic maneuver stopped the demon from flying through the air, but the forward motion allowed him to fall gracefully on his feet directly behind the man. His right hand remained on the man's hand, his crushing grip tightening its hold. The man might have been able to feel the stinging heat radiating from demon's hand against his scalp.
Razel pushed forward to hold the man down against the railing. At the same time his left hand came from below, a tight fist forcing out a tapered, boney blade from the top of his left wrist. The pointed edge of the blade moved quickly to puncture the back left side of the man's trunk.
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Incinerating Touch lv. 2
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:49 pm
Razel had fallen for the trap that Vash had set. There was little his opponent could do from where he sat perched on the railing. He could either jump to the right, his right of course, and avoid the hook or he could jump upwards. Either way Vash wanted him airborne and he got just that. What happened next had no warning. Quote: Unlocked mind: This is a characteristic keen to elementals of his birth home. Each elementalist spends days on end becoming in sync with their element, therefore unlocking their “mind” to the barriers one would normally face when using its abilities. This unlocked state allows for a quicker reaction time as well as better perception of extreme speeds as well. It also allows the person the ability to sense with the natural element as if it were a part of them. With this, it becomes extremely difficult to be attacked through means of any kind of mental attack for where his humanly senses kick out, his elemental traits kick in further.
An orb of electricity had formed between the space in that moment and fired upwards into the direct path of Razel’s right arm as it reached out to grab Vash’s head. Timing was precise and calculated as if he had all the time in the world to think about it. It would be as if he knew Razel was going to try to grab his head. Of course this would not be good news for Razel. The full load that was charged within the left gauntlet had been released and would smack into his forearm. His arm would more than likely whipped upwards rather uncomfortably from the sudden force. Dislocation was also a high probability from contact. He also had to deal with thirty-thousand volts flowing through his body. His attacks worked like tasers and restricted the flow of electric impulses from the brain to the appendages. Luckily for Razel the strike wasn’t powerful enough to completely fry his nerves but unless the demon had high resistance to electicity Vash doubted he would be able to run around much. Vash’s crouch would be completed as Razel’s body came into contact with the ground behind him. Without missing a beat, Vash pushed off to his left, pivoting upon his rear left foot as be spun around while crouched to view his opponent, arms already moved back into a readied position.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 7:48 pm
Razel's eyes widened a bit when the man suddenly dropped into a crouch. How inconvenient, the demon silently noted as he extended his hand out further to compensate for the change. But before he was able to complete the maneuver a sudden, powerful force propelled his falling body back into the air.
The demon went flying, his body flipping so that the back ran parallel to the ground. He continued to rotate in the air until his feet touched the stone and he landed in a low crouch of his own near the center of the ring.
His eyes shifted to his right shoulder, it was throbbing. He tried to flex his forearm by forming a fist, but couldn't bring the fingers to motion. The demon rolled his eyes and looked up to one of the large monitors focused on the man.
"Tch, it's not as fun when the handicap isn't self-imposed," the demon asserted as he quickly stood with left hand out. A thin, black mist trailed from his fingertip as he traced a winding curve, no wider than his width, from his feet to his head while he raised up. While it wasn't readily apparent because of the crowd, Razel was humming the first movement of Winter.
"Whatever just happened, the demon doesn't seem at all concerned!" the commentator practically shouted into his microphone, cuing for one of the monitors to focus in on Razel's smug and artful expression.
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Incinerating Touch lv. 2
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:46 pm
Vash didn’t expect much from his attack but what he saw didn’t bode well with him. The announcer was right. Razel didn’t seem very bother by the lack of the use of his leading arm. Of course, Vash would have been more surprised if Razel had been rolling around on the ground screaming in pain, but he still had motor pretty damn decent motor control after taking an electric shock to his body via his arm. Standing to full height, Vash quickly shook his head from side to side. His ear rang just slightly from the sound that emitted earlier but it wasn’t too horrible. He would only be partially deaf for a few more moments. The grey hues of his eyes quickly narrowed upon his opponent once more but there was little for him to note. His opponent had taken merely a brief moment to gripe about his “handicap” before twiddling the fingers of his left hand. Vash wouldn’t indulge himself with time consuming questions regarding the mist that flowed from his arm. No, at this point, he needed to have a plan of his own. His eyes never left his opponent as his left hand lifted from his side and unzipped the pouch at his waist before shoving his hand inside. A moment later his hand would return to view, five silver objects in tow. At the same time the fingers of his right hand quickly extended before each stretching individually. To Razels rear the duffle bag that Vash had dropped. As if pushed, the jug would fall over as the crowd masked its movement with their creams. The cork that sealed the jug expelled itself from the top spilling its content all over the area floor where it sat. Things were start getting real.
Charge level 1.5
L gauntlet 0V
R gauntlet 30000V
Electrode mines- 30
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 3:13 am
Vash apparently had x-ray vision and super hearing, despite supposedly being deafened.
Either way, Razel glanced over his shoulder as it was apparent from the monitor that Vash wasn't coming forward. The man was a fool, the demon thought, to not capitalize on that brief moment. He turned around to face the man, still humming, as there was no immediate threat of an attack.
Then there was that jug. Maybe Vash was psychic or something, or maybe they hit a huge pot hole, but it fell over for virtually no reason even though it's been just fine for the duration of the trip so far. And that cork must not have been on at all to pop itself like that.
"Let's just get rid of this safety hazard," the demon almost sung as he pushed the jug to the side with his foot. The spinning and such would likely keep the liquid content from spilling out for the most part, until the jug eventually rolled under the railing into the street, "Oops."
Alternatively, if it were more like a duffle bug filled with whatever than an actual jug then Razel would have put a bit more energy into the kick to punt the bag up, out of the ring, and onto the beauty pageant winner following behind their float. This probably would have been funnier to watch.
Needless to say, much of liquid wasn't getting spilled in the ring.
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Incinerating Touch lv. 2
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:19 am
So his opponent managed to cover twenty-two feet with his flight. Vash couldn’t imagine how his bolt had managed to push him that far up to cover that kind of a distance especially since it had only connected with his opponent’s outstretched arm versus his chest cavity. Even then his opponent had to be light as ******** unless Vash didn’t know his own strength. Either way it wouldn’t matter too much. Today was his day and it seemed his opponent would be putting himself into a sticky situation. If he was in Razel’s position, pushing the jug off the side wouldn’t really seem like a bad idea. Fighters were trained to be aware of small details like Vash’s neglect to begin closing the distance. Thus would lead any experienced fighter to look over his shoulder briefly since something had to be amiss. It was then he the jug would be noticed, tipped over and spilling its contents slowly behind him...
Razel wasted too much time attempting to make this match out to be a ‘simple walk in the park’ and he would begin see why. As Razel begun to speak and move his foot towards the jug, Vash would be on the move. A motionless body quickly turned into a sprinting figure that would cover the distance between the two fairly quickly. As he ran the fingers of his right hand extended independently and retracted quickly while his left hand quickly launched its contents towards Razel in a burst pattern. As Razel’s foot connected with the jug the result would not be that of a rolling object that would remove itself from the field of battle rather, the jug exploded. The eruption of the jug was not in a traditional sense where it was torn asunder and launching itself like pieces of shrapnel. What Razel had to be concerned with was the sudden eruption of water that exploded from the mouth of the jug as if it had been pressurized and was now attempting to relieve itself. The water, once slowly creating a puddle that threatened to wet the bottom of Razel’s shoes, now became a running faucet of water that not only created a puddle around him but would soak the bottom portion of his legs and shoes. It was probable that Razel would try to move however he would find himself in the midst of a problem. The water had quickly started to freeze and threatened to hold him into place and would be able to withstand a nice tug from him. If the orbs were to hit him or the water they would explode with an electric burst not unlike what he had experienced earlier from his gauntlets. Each orb held a charge of thirty thousand volts and if they all hit itd probably hurt like a b***h and hopefully stun the demon for long enough…
Flight pattern- Two aimed for water, three localized around chest cavity and arms.
Charge lvl 1.5
L gauntlet-0
R gauntlet 30,000
Electrode mines- 30 (5 in flight)
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 8:01 am
After reading over the fight to the recent post, I have reached my analysis in concern of the usage of the jug. Vash, you are performing a series of actions way too quickly, and way too powerful, too, for the effort in doing them. If you wanted your character to cause the water to go exploding out like it did, your character shouldn't be able to run forward and just attack while putting minimal concentration into the explosion of the water. If I remember correctly, we're dealing with a good ten gallons, at least, of water here, and that amount shouldn't be something that your character just throws around with no other action than just thought. And then freezing it in the same post is even worse. Again, no amount of effort to balance the power being demonstrated here. Here are your options: - Your character stands where he is and causes the water to go exploding out through actual evidence of effort - Your character disregards Razel kicking the jug and still attacking with the orbs regardless Or something similar to that. In the end, Vash won't be able to freeze anything so soon. And if he tried on the level of trying to freeze the opponent's limbs in some manner, that would take some deal of effort and preparation first. It's not something he should be able to do instantly because with the average fighter strength in this tournament, their physical power alone will be able to break any freezing your character tries to do unless Vash puts some amount effort into it, whether it be charges or other equal input. The verdict goes to Virtue. Vash, you must edit your post accordingly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 6:12 pm
Vash would have liked to say that his opponent had done little to disrupt his plans by kicking the jug of water. The truth of the matter, however, was that Vash had great need for the jug right now despite his reluctance to use it in the majority of his fights. By this point some of the contents of the jug had spilled out onto the floor in front of Razel. The liquid created a small pool of water that had begun to flow towards Vash’s position near the railing a good twenty- two feet away. As Razel moved to kick the jug, the once nearly motionless right arm of Vash sprung to life. His arm quickly extend as his fingers retracted into a fist. Immediately the water that once poured out at its own leisure exploded from the mouth of the jug as if it were a shaken can of soda. It was as if he had turned a running faucet on high with a much larger ‘kick’ to its flow. The sudden force of the water shooting out would be enough to quickly slide the jug back, but not far enough to avoid Razel’s incoming foot. Despite the fact that kicking the jug was imminent, Razel’s point of impact would be different than originally intended.
His polished black shoes connected with the upper body of the jug quite near to the mouth. As a result, rather than sending it rolling off to the side, it began to spin upon its axis as it continued to spray its contents while spinning/rolling off behind Razel at a slight thirty degree angle. Needless to say, Razel would not be able to stay dry for as the jug spun it sprayed upon the shoes and ankles of his opponent a few times during its rotation, just enough to create a small puddle beneath his feet while succeeding in sending water to many different areas of the arena. The water that had once moved slowly towards Vash had also been pushed a considerable distance forward, a four inch trail of water extending outwards eleven feet from where Razel stood. Vash’s left arm would not stay still during this transaction of events however. As the bottle spun around behind Razel his left arm motioned upwards, executing a quick underhand toss releasing all five orbs. As a result the ‘faucet’ closed to some degree, spraying water less vigorously around.
Vash didn’t bother trying to aim the orbs at any given location, he merely tossed them forward quickly and low in a burst fashion. He needed them merely to connect with the water, roll forward upon the ground if they weren’t thrown hard enough, only one would have to connect with the trail of running water that continued to move towards him. As luck would have it, two orbs fell in line with the trail of water that extended towards him. Those two orbs would explode upon touching the liquid, the electrical current stored within them flowing through the water it touched and would be at Razel’s position almost instantly. Each orb held a charge of thirty thousand volts and had the capability to stun just like a taser. A total of sixty thousand volts would be heading towards Razel and sad to say, rubber soled shoes weren’t going to save the electricity from finding its way to his soaked ankles.
Charge lvl 1.5
L gauntlet-0
R gauntlet 30,000
Electrode mines- 28 remaining
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