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Post by zipp on May 31, 2008 11:36:17 GMT -5
This thread is only for the fighters and me. All spectators should post in the Stadium thread.
Also, don't forget to vote! Spectators are an important part of this tournament, giving viewers the chance to change the final decision of a fight. Vote in as many fights as you wish. Fighters can also vote, though good etiquette demands they hold to their honor and not vote for themselves.
A note: I've decided to remove the secret word. I'd rather see you guys win through your wits than through good guessing.
Okay guys, go ahead whenever you're ready. Either one of you can start. You take turns after that. This match will end when both players have made ten post
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Post by Beowuuf on May 31, 2008 11:41:52 GMT -5
Ugh, now I have to remove my entire fight opening using the advanced hamster style kung fu!
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Post by eviltb on Jun 4, 2008 1:40:13 GMT -5
Stepping into the ring, I eye my opponent up and down. It seems the bookmakers are making more of this fight then they should do. Still, I should not under-estimate my advesary. There could be a way to break him though... I must wait for the most opportune moment.
post 1, 5 sentences, 1 word
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 4, 2008 6:50:44 GMT -5
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Beowuuf notices the lack of movement in his opponent, so likewise holds back to assess the man.
The crowd grow restless at this, forcing Beowuuf to action.
He takes his time though, grabbing at his own wrist to the bracelet of stones.
Beowuuf then yanks it free and throws it far behind him, nodding to his opponet without making to withdraw sword nor dagger.
From standing still to a blur of motion, Beowuuf suddenly leaps into action using his wolvish muscles to gain the element of surprise - clawed hands outstretched to seize his opponent.
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Post by eviltb on Jun 4, 2008 7:28:08 GMT -5
I step to one side, grabbing his arm tightly. I ball up my fist and smash it into his snout. Recoiling he stumbles backwards.
"I hope you realise you are no longer playing with little children!"
I de-cloak, dropping my weapons to the floor, ready to fight.
post 2, 5 sentences, 1 word
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Post by zipp on Jun 4, 2008 12:18:53 GMT -5
The crowd goes wild as they realize this is going to be a no-holds-barred fight. Morgan herself stifles a surge of excitement as Evil TB drops his weapons and bears his muscular arms.
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 4, 2008 13:12:37 GMT -5
2
Beowuuf snarls to himself for his eagerness, yet his body already rolls backwards, flips, corrects and stands tall in the blink of an eye.
eviltb has barely unfurled his cloak before Beowuuf is on the Nad Adez Konkor.
"Bigger children require bigger smack downs!" Beowuuf growls mockingly.
A combo of blows follows, a vicious and real right hand punch under the ribs knocks the Kai Hunters wind as one snaps, while the words of Invisible Fist creates a force that crunches into his chest knocking the man's body backwards.
Aware of his stand-offishness last round, Beowuuf pauses to play to the audience, hoping to goad the fallen Darklander.
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Post by eviltb on Jun 5, 2008 1:54:20 GMT -5
I slide back and steady myself with one hand on the ground. I look up at the wolf, trying to gain support from the crowd. A sneer forms on my lips. I break into a run, drawing my knees up into my opponents stomach. As he doubles over, I bash him in the back of the head with both of my fists.
post 3, 5 sentences, 2 words
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 5, 2008 13:07:09 GMT -5
Edit: Forgot to say: 3
Beowuuf eats dirt, cursing like a Stornland mercenary even as his head body aches painfully.
He rolls quickly and rights himself, backing away in respect to gauge the Konkor.
"No skills to show off without a Kai before you, no blood spilled when a Vakeros challenges you?" demands Beowuuf taunting the evil warrior.
A Power Word to the legs forces eviltb to take a similar dirt desert as was dedlivered earlier, and gives Beowuuf his opportunity to act.
The Vakeros has already drawn his bluesteel blade and smashes it down hard on the Konkor's shoulder as the hunter rises, drawing blood and snapping the collorbone.
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Post by eviltb on Jun 5, 2008 17:07:37 GMT -5
Holding firm, I invoke the power learned by my Dark Disciplines. My nails and teeth strengthen and grow until they are hard as steel.
"You're not the only one with claws, beast!!"
I launch a terrifying combination attack at my opponent, ripping and tearing at his flesh. Blood sprays from the wounds, the ground of the arena staining dark red.
post 4, 5 sentences, 1 word
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 6, 2008 0:40:30 GMT -5
4
Woohoo! Game on!
Beowuuf staggers back at the ferocity of the attack, blood flying into his eyes - hopefully not from them being damaged.
His sword drops somewhere in the assault, and clumsily Beowuuf fumbles for a dagger.
He manages to catch hold of eviltb's right arm, crushing it in a grip of steel as he invokes an Energy Grasp to fry his opponent.
The dagger lucky sinks into the man's other arm, grotesquely pinning it for now and the two combatants stagger in heated grapple.
"If you are Kai-like, can you heal this?" asks Beowuuf in pain before yanking eviltb forward to smash the hunter's face with a vicious head-butt.
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Post by eviltb on Jun 6, 2008 2:49:35 GMT -5
"This is how I heal!"
I grab the wolfs head and wrench it aside. Wasting no time, I bite down hard on my opponents neck. The Debilitation skill used against the GrandMaster previously kicks in as I syphon the life out of him, my wounds healing in seconds. I let go of my limp opponent, smashing him in the face with an open-palm strike as he falls to the ground.
5th post, 5 sentences, 1 word
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 6, 2008 4:53:29 GMT -5
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Beowuuf blacks out from the savage assault, but the danger is not over for eviltb - without a controlling consciousness, the wolf body can come out to play!
A gutteral howl echoes the arena, primal without any real intelligence to it and a wicked set of claws dig deep into eviltb's stomach drawing flows of blood.
Another set of claws crush his fractured to powder as the wolf pulls himself back up, then both draw the seized hunter into the slavering maw of the wolf.
Eviltb's neck is savaged and his body is rattled like a bone doll, only the violent throw of that body away saves his throat from being torn out as Beowuuf retakes control.
Beowuuf cannot take pleasure in the brief victory as he returns to consciousness, for the previous assults have left him weak and the wolf's superhuman feats exact a high price in energy - not to mention disgust even as he tastes the blood of his enemy in his mouth.
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Post by eviltb on Jun 6, 2008 13:47:42 GMT -5
I look towards the wolf, noticing the look of disgust on his face. I chuckle out loud as I walk towards him.
"I hope you feel better after you have let your true self free!"
I stoop to pick up my blade and start bashing his face in with the hilt. As he falls to the floor, I turn the blade over and stab it down hard, imbedding the blade through his shoulder and into the arena floor.
post 6, 5 sentences, 1 word
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Post by Beowuuf on Jun 6, 2008 14:03:38 GMT -5
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Beowuuf is still reeling from his exertions early in the combat, and the powerful debilitating weakness from damage dealt so far, weakness that returns with the retreat of the wolf's strength.
Beowuuf's right arm feels sluggish, his left eyes gums with blood, and the ringing in his ears and aches of weeping body are all sapping distractions made worse by the real energy drain from the Konkor's powers.
The wolf feels the need for both civilisation and better defense, retreating back a few steps to look for his sword and abandoned bracelet.
The hilt blow from his assumed fallen opponent takes the Vakeros completely off-guard, and the pain of the sword stab causes Beowuuf to scream in agony.
In a panic at the icy-hot bolt of pain, Beowuuf does the only thing he can to break his enemy's resolve - reach up with his un-pinned hand and dig his thumb deep into the man's eyesocket.
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