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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 11:00 am
The Den of the Serpent  The precipitants are given a ticket to a underground gambling hall that has been preempted for the Semi-Finals of the GTB. Known as The Den of the Serpent, loud music is played by the mariachi band in the corner as people crowd in to enjoy the bets thrown on the fight. It it loud, obnoxious and a somewhat exclusive establishment, run by a well dressed man in the back who will be the judge of this Round, his violet eyes flickering between the fight and the cards in his hands, the Kitsune mask and golden serpent staff on the wall behind him glowing with odd power. The crowd is catcalling but ultimately if they don't have a bet on it, they are going to put most of their attention on the cards in front of them. Field Measurements The field is blocked out by yellow and black chevron tap on the ground in the middle of the establishment measuring forty feet on a side square. The roof is somewhat smaller than normal, being at a mere 15 feet above with heavy duty fans reaching down to about 9 feet above the ground. The fans are strong enough to hold the weight of all fighters if they choose to use them but the controls for the fans are designated on the very edge of the field to the left and right far sides. The Field is also cornered a pillar in each corner covered with a winged serpent motif that is easily climbed if such a action is wished. Ten Count BoundaryThe Count will only begin if the opponent crosses the Chevron Tape. Bonus: There is various items floating around outside of the chevron tape that is within reach running from alcohol bottles to the very instruments of the band. The lightbars above the stage are also able to be pulled down if such an option is to your liking. The fans can be used to gain the highground but seeing as where the switches are located at the very edge of the field, they can be used against you. At the start of the fight, each lever on the two diagonally crossed pillars is in the mid position. The chandelier in the middle of the field reaches down to a height of 7 and a half feet above the floor and is the weak point. It can only hold up to 150 pounds for a few moments before it would be pulled out of the ceiling crashing down. Possible uses are numerous and left up to the opponents.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:02 pm
HELL. ********. YES.
After beating that cat to a bloody pulp, more or less, you could definitely say that Marx was riding a wave of confidence. A confidence he just knew wouldn't be let down in this fight.
He walked into the room, a got a few calls, a few cheers, and a few jeers on top of it all. It looked like a few of the people running around with coin in their pockets had bet money on his win tonight. Marx would have done much the same, as a smile crept onto his thin lips. With his clothes once again restored to their pristine sheen, the silks running gracefully along his thin frame, and a new weapon at his side thanks to the little level up system the GTB had implemented, he felt great. His thin fingered hands raised up in a sort of welcome to the crowd, and was answered much the same as his initial entrance.
Already, he had made it to the semi finals. On his first try, he had done this. It spoke to him in the oddest of ways. A Djinn, recently freed from the confines of his sword-based prison, went so far!
Marx stepped onto the checkered floor, and his left hand dropped to his right side, quickly pulling out the long and thin blade he held so dear. Like the new weapon he had, it held a weak enchantment that let him Channel prana through it. Prana, that in such an excitable, emotion filled room like a gambling den, would be ripe for his picking. Nice. With the ball in his court, Marx began to gather a bit of this energy, the prana. A ghastly green effluence gathered itself around the edge of his blade, and with a smirk, Marx waited for his opponent to show himself.
[ Charge + 1 ]
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 3:09 pm
If the Djinn was capable of picking out the energy signatures of his opponents, he'd see James, chatting away lightly with the lead member of the mariachi band. The daemonslayer had an obvious aura around him, even when keeping it in check.
James tossed the band member a small sack of gold currency. He had been asking them if they knew a certain song, and it turns out they did. So with James's patronage, they would play it for this battle.
As the music started up, the daemonslayer entered the ring.
Compared to Marx, the man looked like he was unarmed. He was roughly 6 feet tall, weighing in at about 180 something pounds. A handsome man of Oriental ethnicity, James sported long black bangs that fell into his eyes, and his clothes were custom-made, toughened, and looking like they were designed not just for casual wear. The glint of metal came off his hands as he cracked them in anticipation for the fight, suggesting armor on his gloves, and his expression would be unreadable behind the sunglasses he seemed to perpetually wear if it weren't for the smirk on his lips.
He tilted his head, looking at the Djinn.
"You're not human", he stated after a moment's observation.
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Energy Meter:
3/15
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YummyBiscuits generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
46!
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 3:20 pm
Marx raised an eyebrow in anticipation. The guy walked over from the band. Man, he was the type of guy who belonged in a street gang. Leather jacket, gloves, some admittedly sweet glasses perched on his nose, man. And his opening statement, what in the world? Besides the aura of palpable mystery clinging to the silk enshrouded Djinn, there wasn't much that hinted at inhuman origin. Marx quickly deduced that this guy had to be skilled in the art of identification.
" You caught me. " Marx said, with a toss of his sword wielding hand. The green energy building up on the edge of the blade gave off a glimmer as it moved through the air. " Marx, The Djinn. "
[ Roll is good. ]
Upon giving his name, Marx gave a hop. Unlike other fighters, Marx wouldn't be the type to wait for a name. Honor was the sort of trait that varied between people. As far as it went, Marx was on the move now, his feet propelling him across the distance.
With about ten feet between the two fighters at their starting points, Marx quickly came within range of his opponent. His left hand had been brought towards his right hip, and the moment that less than five feet was between the two, Marx swung. The green energy rolling across the blade broke from the swing, and immediately flew towards James. The blade ended with his arm extended, and above his shoulder. The resulting explosion, if there was any, would hide the quick follow up strike. The light weight blade would be brought back up with a slash towards James' chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:10 pm
"A djinn? So thats what you are", James remarked. He hadn't met many djinns throughout his career so far, and thus their energy signature was not immediately identifiable to him.
But still.
Not human.
And so.
"Easy."
"How nice of you to start showing me your cards right away" James thought as he felt, as well as saw the green energy fly toward him. The daemonslayer punched it out of the air with an armored fist, before taking a quick diving roll to his right side.
He stayed waiting in his now-crouched position, waiting to see if the djinn'll follow after him.
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Energy Meter:
+1 Passive Gain
4/15
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:40 pm
The second that the slash of green energy touched the armored paw, it would explode. Just... Explode. The unarmored hand of a mere human could suffer greatly from that sort of grievous error in judgement. Nevertheless, James had sweet armor coating his fingers. The explosion, at such close range, was similar to a weakened hand grenade, with all of that force centered on the hand. Ven armor couldn't save it from some sort of injury.
Marx moved quickly in the moment that smoke enshrouded the pair of fighters. Through the thin stuff, Marx caught eye of the Human's movement. A quick roll towards Marx's left. Foolish boy, why go towards the dominant arm? While Marx was neither fast enough to reach him, nor did he have the reach to do so, it would be best to capitalize upon that. Turn the opponent's weaknesses into his strengths, and use them. Gain an advantage, and push the enemy into a wild flurry of blows. After all, it had worked last time.
A quick foot shuffle into the midst of the smoke brought Marx in line with striking distance. Four feet separated the two men as Marx brought his blade to bear on him. With his shuffle, the blade which had been used to strike nothing but air a moment before was brought to chop deep towards James' right arm. It seemed somewhat less protected, and if Marx was right, it's hand would be damaged.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:12 pm
His opponent might've initiated the attack, but James wasn't going to let him take hold of the momentum and the direction of the fight.
Reverse Style
"Serpent Wave," Rising, James whispered, and brought his right hand up, a spark of fire erupting from the end of his palm and manifesting into a full-blown wave of fire to smash into the djinn from below, and sending him flying up into the chandelier. The incoming blade would meet his arm at the armored wrist, and the end of the weapon would cut deeply into his reinforced jacket to leave a thin gash on his forearm underneath, but it was an acceptable trade. Marx would likely realise too late that his prana explosion did nothing to James's hand. The weak blast had very little practical effect on a man whose main form of attack against demons and other supernatural creatures was punching them while causing explosions from his fists.
The djinn would've had better luck targeting other areas of the daemonslayer with such an attack again, but he had other issues to worry about.
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Energy Meter:
-3 Serpent Wave
1/15
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 1:39 pm
There wasn't much Marx could do about fire blowing up in his face. It felt like a punch to the stomach, eliciting a harsh " Oof "from clamped lips. Marx didn't fly into the chandelier; a mere four feet into the air, and a handful backwards instead. The Djinn landed somewhat evenly, before shifting his stance once more. Well, the Djinn knew that his opponent was no joke.
There was more distance separating the two now, and Marx used that to his advantage. While he took a step to lessen the distance to a bit less than four feet, his right hand sought purchase in the charred silks of his shirt. With a grab, Marx pulled out his newest addition, a Katar. The blade rested somewhat less than a foot off of his wrist, but that would be all he needed here.
With the step and grab, Marx swiftly slashed towards's his opponent once more. It was a feint, however, to detract attention away from the Katar he had just drawn. Instead of flaying open a chest, the sword cut short, and Marx stepped forwards with his right hand, going directly for a stab. Left side, just above the hip bone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 11:09 pm
Even the smallest opening worked for James. Although his opponent didn't fly quite as far as he liked, James figured that his opponent was heavier then he looked. It just meant he would use more force next time.
As soon as the djinn looked up from his short flight and landing, he'd see James charging straight at him. The slayer was fast, and he took a leap, to grab the low-hanging chandelier with both hands and it looked like he was going to use the momentum to smash both his feet into Marx's chest.
He wasn't. James pulled both his legs up as if he was on a swing, letting go of the chandelier at the apex of his swing to fly into a twisting flip to land on the ground a few meters behind Marx, while the giant ornamentation itself creaked, and loosened from the rough treatment, starting to fall out, and it threatened to crush the djinn under it if he didn't move.
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Energy Meter:
+1 passive gain
2/15
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 10:57 am
Marx wasn't the type of guy to wait around with a thumb up his a**. The second James jumped into the air, only for his hands to grasp the chandelier, before swinging off, Marx had begun moving himself. It was natural assumption that someone would fly off came to Marx in that instant,and he began back pedaling, before twisting around to face the falling James.
He would use the moment he landed, and would be ever so slightly unbalanced, to strike. Marx raised his left hand, and swiftly chopped away from his body, before following up with a strike from his right hands blade, by stepping into the strike. He hoped to make sure that he human would at least take one of the attacks. All the same, Marx would use his speed and his the light weight composition of his weapons o his advantage here.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:43 am
The hallmark of any good arcobat worth his salt was knowing how to stick his or her landing. The twist in midair wasn't just for flash, it enabled James to get a glimpse of the ground and the positioning of his opponent.
It seemed like he had managed to pull out a new weapon, a katar. Hand to-hand would only be slightly trickier, but it was nothing the man wasn't used to, having fought aginst blades and armor with his fists his whole life.
As he landed, James dropped down immediately onto his hands, letting the expected blade strike fly harmlessly overhead, and using his natural agility to transition into a solid mule kick into Marx's chest. Since the djinn stepped in, he would be hard-pressed to avoid both shoes slamming into his chest and knocking him back. Whether he still attempted to follow up with a strike from his katar remained to be seen, but James had greatly more power and a bit more reach on his legs then the djinn did with his punch dagger, the technique acting as a counter.
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Energy Meter:
+1 passive gain
3/15
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 2:14 pm
The attack that would have come from the Katar took a new purpose. Using his own natural agility, and the ease with which one could move the light weapon, Marx quickly moved the flat of the blade, as well as the bauble covering the back of his hand into a position that allowed an easy block of both feet. A simple move, that left the solid positioning of Marx's feet in prime position to reply in kind.
James' back was to him, with his feet in the air, and essentially locked with the katar. It was very simple to pull his weapon back into position, and chop towards the back of his legs with a sweeping pull, aimed to cut the back of the knees all the way through to the bone.
Marx had a light weapon. His sabre was of the prime weight, allowing twists and attacks that could be executed in less than a second. It'd be marvelous to see the human dodge this one, especially with his vision blocked in such a way.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 8:17 pm
As simple as it was for Marx to pull his sword back for another strike, it was far simpler for James to just twist and push off. An expert martial artist like James relied on all of his senses, hearing, feeling, not just vision, and his opponent's attempt to block both legs with one arm would prove to be the djinn's own undoing.
He could stop the dual strike, but not the massive force behind it as James bucked with enough force to send him back, and the daemonslayer rolling forward to his feet. If the Serpent Wave had enough strength to knock the djinn a few feet into the air, the double kick had far more power then that even when blocked.
Infact, the djinn would likely find himself staggering back, right as the large chandelier finally loosened completely and dropped on him.
Perfect timing.
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Energy Meter:
+1 passive gain
4/15
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 8:55 pm
The Djinn had not prepared to be thrown back. Since his blade had likewise been thrown back with him, there was still the chance of a bloody gash being torn along James' left leg. Leather, and the force of Marx's attack still there, a clean gash would result.
Marx managed to keep his feet under him, but went stumbling back about seven feet. But, unlike what James had wanted, that chandelier had already fallen. Those few seconds the two had been away from the metal thing had left it to fall against the checkered floor with a crash of bending metal and breaking glass. Marx roughly slammed into the metal monstrosity with a grunt.
But man, a swordsman of Marx's caliber weighed their salt on how fast they could get back into the midst of it. With about ten feet separating the two men, Marx went right for the kill.
Marx set his left hand's blade outstretched from his side, and advanced with a swift series of choppy steps. Speed and agility in one. He came within striking distance once more, a smirk splayed across his face. Slash, and punch, the same old trick from earlier. Only this time, the slash went right for the thigh, and came from the left side to the right, while the katar he had flashed forward was only a feint. Something for later,
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 10:28 pm
James turned to face the djinn, lightly patting away the new cut made in the leg of his pants. The djinn was quick with his sword, he had to give him that, managing to score a glancing blow even as he was pushed away.
But ultimately, the supernatural swordsman was predictable, in the way that swordsmen usually were. James assumed his fighting stance, right leg and side in front, right hand and arm by his waist, left by his chest. As the light saber flashed in, James caught it in his right hand easily, and if the djinn tried to do the same with the katar, James would catch it in his left hand with just as much ease. Lighter weapons were much easier to outright block and parry after all. Speed and agility came at a cost, and the djinn would be mistaken if he thought he was so much faster then the martial artist.
As he immobilized the djinn's weapons, James would raise up his right leg slightly, and strike at the knee of the djinn's leading leg with a side snap kick.
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Energy Meter:
+1 passive gain
4/15
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