A bright, blinding light burns the eyes. Making it impossible to see. Your ears are ringing and your head is throbbing. It feels like the ground is shuddering under your feet. You can feel gravity fluctuating on your body, as if riding on a high speed roller coaster Finally, after what seems like hours, the pain and aching subsides. Taking in your surroundings, you'll immediately notice the bright spot like beam of light beating down on you from above. as your senses adjust, you'll notice that you are in a TV Studio!
About 10 feet away, there was another who appeared to be suffering from the same issue. Thinking back to how you'd gotten here or where you were prior just brings on a sharp headache and more questions. Taking a better look at the scene, you'd notice it seemed to have been set up for a telethon. Faceless humanoid sat patiently behind raised desks waiting for phones to ring. A wall of monitors shows your own visage in various angles. Clearly this was being broadcasted.
A well dressed figure stands behind a podium off to the side. Gesturing to the pair of fighters, he'd speak into a microphone with a booming and grandiose voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's show! Here we have two dangerous fighters for your enjoyment. Brought from Gaia Prime, they are here to beat each other senseless in tonights games. Only one will be the victor, only one will be able to go free. Who will it be?!"
The whole room is probably half a football field in length and width, at least from a casual guess and a glance. It's impressively tall, as the builders probably could have fit three or floors into the open space had they wanted to. Four sets of metal bleachers form a semi circle around the fighter's impromptu ring, and are half filled with faceless bystanders. Each one giving off a bloodthirsty vibe and are very eager to watch the violence. They'll give a loud cheer any time a blow is landed and will often pick up chants randomly to encourage whoever is winning at the moment.
Ten Count Boundary
There isn't one! Mind you, if ya get scurred and try to make a break for it, you'll soon find that all the doors appear to be sealed up tight. Brick walls have been recently installed behind any clear method of escape. There are no windows. Each fighter is effectively trapped with the other until one has been sufficiently brutalized.
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????- Bonus stage events will happen in live time.
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 12:05 pm
Lord Haelstrom
Colonel Iyam A Heita
"Ready?"
The announcer would ask, pointing alternately between the two confused fighters. Then, with a sharp jerk of his hand, he'd point to the ceiling.
"Fight!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 2:07 pm
Heita took to his feet bewildered. He couldn't remember where he last was or what he was last doing. All he could gather now, was that was to be pitted against someone for the amusement of these....whatever they were. "...I am slowly starting to hate this place more and more everyday." He was of course referring to Gaia. "...Alright...fun has been had. What is this? and Who is beaming back home." His voice authoritative and projected, Iyam took in his surroundings and began to form the tactics he would need for the inevitable.
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 8:57 pm
Serpent of the Crimson Mists, [Omi Barsait] took in his surroundings about as well as most.
"What in the good ******** am I doing here." Grunted the man garbed in a showy red jacket with malicious snake pauldrons on each shoulder. Of course, he had heard the wondrous announcer and their attempt at corralling him & some poor sap into a fight to the death, but..
Not interested.
Sighing with dejected apathy but none the less turning to his fellow prisoner, Barsait grunted "Hey. What say we just kill these sods off? No proof they won't do this again if we give in to their demands. I say we start with the hostly fellow." Jerking a sharp gauntlet thumb at the announcer, Barsait finally looked at Heita properly.
Then his entire face drooped.
"....."
....then the corners of his mouth twitched. And what sounded like a cough and a sneeze was stifled. Then a snicker.
Then another, the man putting a few fingers to his lips to squash escaping air with watering eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:12 pm
Heita had the appearance of smelling s**t, rightly so given the stink of Gaia this place had all over it and now this. He was expected some kind of sick twisted Michael Jackson's thriller, Cobra Commander, Billy Idol, David Bowie faggort. This place never ceases to amaze me.
" Send me back....I want nothing to do with this reject from Labyrinth " He wasn't yelling or shouting, just demanding. Anyone who enjoyed snakes that much was obviously batting for a team Heita wanted no part of. He'd seen their kind while serving and knew that anyone who could take rimming and enjoy it could definitely take a hit. Iyam was obviously at a disadvantage.
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:29 pm
"...your.. your voice."
Barsait finally crumpled over his waist laughing hysterically, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to breath properly. This was hysterical. The man had this look on his face, nearly indescribable but one could try, where it looked like a giant wart took the place of his noise. It looked, earnestly, like Heita had been anally ravaged by beasts, his face stuck, and never did come free of its shameful ensnarement.
"Hol...HOLYHAHAHAHAH" Trying to speak was... futile. Omi would just devolve into a burst of laughter again.
Never mind his "comrade's" campy looking attire complete with a thousand belts and a girly posture, it was that absurd expression that had Omi clutching his sides, and just laughing his a** off. Forget fighting to the death, Heita was about to deal a fatal blow as long as he kept looking around.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:40 pm
Salt Lake City... that where they must've picked up this CHUMP. Either that or off of Lady Gaga's entourage. Where ever it was, the trip must've had severe effects on the tyranny's already fragile psyche cause here he was cracking up about nothing.
Heita on the other hand took his time to assess the situation. It looked to be they were on a game show of some sort, something to that one X-men episode, Mojo's world. BIG DIFFERENCE was, Heita had no reason to stay look at the effective of heavy drug usage on Gaians.
By the looks of it, he could just walk out.
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:03 pm
"Ahah!
Ahah!
Ahah!
Ahah!
Ahah!" Slapping his right knee, Barsait finally managed to choke out "His face... it's so .. ahwHAHBAHAHA" And then into a fit of laughter he once again descended.
If there was an escape route, Barsait was well equipped to at least scout it out.
That was, if he could ever finish laughing. Which at this point seemed improbable.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:20 pm
Heita had enough. He was annoyed, agitated and out of alternatives. " Will you shut the ******** up already..." The words came with a sneer. Logo's Freddy Kougar was too much gahdamn noise. Iyam could barely hear himself think. In the fit of rage, something snapped to him. He remembered a silver-hair she-demon and an exchange of duckets. It came in spurts but far as he could tell, he had been paid to be here. Which meant that he was obligated to fulfill his end of the contract. Welp...what must be done must be done.
Stepping within range, Heita cocked is left back casaully as if it were nothing. The word appeared between the two, visible for all to see. Bright and tangible. Only appearing for a second after the first had faded away, Iyam's left fist rocketed threw the word, smashing it to bits and sending debris flying about.
50 Cal Air Raid - A variant of 50 Cal using a short uppercut that can cause an opponent to “seize-up” from shock.[50% of the Aggression bar]
The short upper was aimed for the gut. Strike force expelling from the contact would feel like a small shock blast from being hit by shotgun loaded with a beanbag.
s**t was underway.
Aggression bar: Current: 250% Added: 0% Used: 50%
Health (Stamina) Meter: 100%
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Strike Force - A by-product to Heita's innate ability to control the kinetic energy within his body, Strike-Force is the embodiment of Heita's vow of celibacy. Due to the increase testosterone from a lack of release, Heita generates a higher output of energy then the average genetically perfect human and is subsequently shot out as concussive blast during moments of high adrenaline.
Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 11:41 pm
Barsait had a very strange code of conduct, this was true. But typically, an opponent of his had to understand that they weren't merely going head to head with a warrior's axe. No. Once they were within a hundred yards of this man, they had already entered a vicious mode of combat where anything and everything was his weapon.
Their desires. Their beliefs. Their surroundings.
His weapons.
There had been a fair bit of distance between Heita and Omi to start, 10 feet. Not much but, to get within striking distance, you had to cover that, standing to reason. So, what if all this time.. Barsait's heinous laughter, which hadn't stopped even a little - "HAH, HAHHAHAHA" - wasn't some sense robbing force of doom for the crimson fighter?
Yes.. his eyes, with tears in them from laughter.. closer one neared the more it showed. His eyelids were open, if only a little bit. The entire time, they had been boring into Heita. Watching.
His hands crossed over his waist as though to contain himself from shaking uncontrollably with mocking laughter.. was actually just a convenient way of crossing them at all, meaning both of his wry hands were within grabbing distance of the handles of his weaponry.
Void Block
(Left Hand Weapon / Mace) [Void Block]
Another weapon from times passed, this is a take on the medieval ages Bar Mace. Has a dark brown leather wrapped handle, a four-bladed cross shaped shaft, and the metal core + shaft are all steel alloyed tungsten material. It's a solid piece of metal with a smooth round pommel. There are no sharp points or edges on this weapon, it is raw, blunt mass.
The cross-shaped "blade" section, four right-angled grooves marking it, is a very menacing though simplistic design. This weapon is heavy, and try as the maker might to make it easier to handle in one hand, is clearly optimized for two-handed use. The reason is, heavy enough in one's hands, this weapon's weight is further exemplified the farther away from one's body you wield it; walking forward holding it in two hands, pointing the top end towards an opponent would make it considerably harder to wield than just pointing it towards the sky aligned vertically with the wielder's own body.
When wielding this and the [Scales of Ignus], this weapon becomes a defensive primer. Omi uses it to block oncoming assaults, which this weapon's durability, malleability, and length lend well to -- preferring to make gradual and compact movements of it so as to not lead himself too off balance while making use of his dagger. The offensive use of this doesn't come into play in this setup very often, merely because one-handed, it's [very] unwieldy and is a testament of Barsait's resolve to even make it feasible.
Sheathing the dagger, once Omi wields this two-handed, the situation changes something dramatically. There's little finesse to this weapon, it operates not unlike a baseball bat; swing horizontally or overhand, you'll likely deal devastating damage. The Bar Mace this holds its core to was designed for smashing armored opponents straight to the ground, because the momentum one gets with this weapon is truly frightening. Once wielding it two-handed and putting your body into it, this is the definitive weapon for making an opponent's efforts of trying to block with their flimsy sword a foolish tactical maneuver. This is because full swing, it commonly shattered enemy blades on the battlefield in its time, littering fragments onto the ground of even stout weaponry. What it lacks in lethal intent, it makes up for with raw force.
[Statistics]:
Grip & Pommel to Hand-guard Length: 10" "Blade" / Cross-Bar Dimensions: 20" x 2" x 3/16" Total Length: 30" Weight: 4.97 lbs "Blade" Width: 1 1/4" at base, 2" at end Balance Point: 6 1/2"
[Notes]:
If you don't like getting clubbed, stick clear of this weapon. It crushed enemy helmets, bashed opponents standing in full armor to the floor, and broke their weaponry when it was in proper use -- that Omi deviates from its original purpose at times doesn't change what it is wholly capable of. In fact, the most menacing use was sending an enemy reeling to the ground, then drawing a side-arm.. like a dagger.
In defensive use, it's not going to budge very easily though in exchange it won't be a very fluid defense, and although you needn't worry about it sending your character a few feet away on the ground with a concussion when it's being wielded one-handed, that does not mean Omi can't give you a good bash across the head if you're not careful -- do not undermine its placement or you may regret it. It's not optimized for one-handed use, that does not mean it's impossible for one-handed use or even uncommon. It'll just be slow and have very wide swings compared to a typical one-handed weapon.
When not wielding this weapon, it is hung at Omi's right side belt by the intersection of the grip & pommel - though very possible to wrestle it off his belt, it is not a weapon you can just grab and go with. Take caution of its weight at all times, it will heavily influence both how to get around it to get to Omi's vitals, and how your character fares against its mighty blows.
His left hand had swiftly, in one rapid motion, diagonally drawn the bar mace out of its protective strap-- Heita had thrown a punch of great power. Unfortunate that he chose such a straightforward way of delivering it, to an area central on Barsait's body no less. The dark and horrific weapon, the [Void Block] would eat the drilling shock of that shotgun punch, not Omi's body. Though the weapon would crash backwards against Omi's chest with a loud clang of metals, a testament to Heita's strength.. this was not punishing..
In that same moment, his breath stiffled -and there, Omi looked down at his opponent grimly, the laughter disappearing instantly. A facade. No doubt, that wasn't even his true voice. He had played the fool to goad Heita closer in case the man was a threat. It worked. And now he was in the "snake's" grasp.
Heita would never get the opportunity to leave it.
Omi's right hand, crossed over to his left hip, did not draw a terrifying weapon there as well. No.. instead, it brushed a smooth, metal sphere. Weighty. No doubt large enough to break bone if tossed with a good pitcher's arm but, not his intention. Instead, the orb dropped to the ground...
[*CLICK*]
Quote:
(Smoke Bomb) [Exsanguination Bomb] Only one use per fight.
Barsait's horrific trump card. Hanging against the back of his belt's draw beneath that vibrant red coat, it takes the appearance of a small, dark gray metal sphere with a red button lodged 1.5" beneath the surface level of the rest of the object. Digging Omi's thumb tip into it then casting it onto the floor, it erupts open, foul mist dumping into the air rapidly and omnidirectional.
This mist will take up a 20 foot diameter with wherever the bomb began to emit its smoke as its center, rising [and if applicable] descending the same number of feet as well. For [3 posts], this area will remain filled with the crimson mist, of which a number of interesting mechanics will come into play.
Mechanic [1]: All of Omi's snakes will be completely invisible to the naked eye within these mists. The snake's color and this mist's own are one and the same; they will literally be indiscernible. This does not just affect the opponent, but Omi too -- relying on guiding his serpents by vision and careful manipulation, he will not be able to see the snakes either.
Mechanic [2]: When a snake lights aflame, it will be even more visible than normal to both parties, the embers appearing a vibrant mixture of yellow and crimson red in this field.
Mechanic [3]: Assuming an opponent is at one edge of the field, at less than 5' distance, objects besides the serpents will be entirely normal in vision, not obscured at all. At 5' distance, detail will distort, relying more on color contrast against the field of red - and of course, anything red will be harder to make out, including Omi in his regular attire. At 10' distance, all one will be able to make out is a dark shadowy outline. At 20' distance (if both fighters were on opposing sides of this field), there will be no sight at all, and where the enemy is in relation to oneself would be purely a guessing game.. unless one walked around the field, or through it to find out.
Mechanic [4]: Omi has no manner of visionary advantage in the field. His [Eyes of Ignus] and their heat seeking function cannot find the snakes, as until they're in flames, they hold no heat -- meanwhile, his [Knavish Eye] ability is rendered entirely useless while in or looking at the field, as all he would be able to see is a wave of red with no contrast or detail.
Mechanic [5]: Assuming an opponent could yield an object or essence literally the exact same hue, shade, etc. as Omi's snakes (likely through supernatural means), that too would appear invisible to both parties while within the field. Furthermore, a strong gale (therefore, powerful wind generators of some type) could part this field, although only in 1/4ths (effectively 5' diameter) of the field at a time.
[Notes]:
This turns the fight into one of situational awareness. Omi will attempt to launch a snake at an opponent, that opponent'll move.. and now they're playing a guessing game of death. Or maybe Omi'll deploy this and then start moving backwards to make a ranged opponent's life hell for a few while buying himself time. Vice-versa, maybe this will be used as a gap closer.
It nulls parts of Omi's kit, and makes him have to constantly second-guess his own actions, but in exchange -- it rewards expecting the unexpected and grants potentially fight changing results to either side.
Perhaps, before the red smoke rapidly devoured the entire area, Heita would catch a glimpse of the white space around those brown eyes of Barsait's -- red lines strewn all over. This was no joke and Heita was not facing a jester to tell one.
In front of him was a man ready to play executioner.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 5:12 pm
Assessment: One handed mace cross block and sharted red mist.
Vision was taking out of the game and Heita would assume it was only for him but that was no matter. He had closed the gap and was literally still in-touch with his opponent. Using memory and a sort of mental telemetry, Heita could discern where his offending hand needed to be. Iyam's fist would open into a palm, top the mace and push it down slightly before rapidly bouncing of it (block check) and for the collar of Omi's limited edition thriller chest armor. Snaking his fingers between the protective gear and the opponent's neck, Heita gripped tight and pulled down as his right knee rocketed up.
Mortar Knee Strike - A forward jumping knee strike propelled by strike force, allowing the execution of the move to cover 2 feet and be performed faster. [75% of the Aggression bar]
Omi was getting facial reconstructive surgery, the Mexican way. ******** it. Heita was feeling generous. He'd turn it into a two for one deal.
Mortar Knee Bomb - An addition of Mortar Knee Strike in which Heita follows up the first knee strike with a second knee strike from the back leg, can only cover an additional foot. [25% of Aggression bar]
Each foot of Heita's looked like they had mini-rockets attached at the soles, propelling each knee into Omi's head consecutively. The outburst would also help to clear out the mist in the immediate area and added bonus.
Aggression bar: Current: 150% Added: 0% Used: 100%
