OoC: This turned out a bit… long… Sorry to make you judges (and Inferno) read so much… wow, I was just inspired and angry and… Heh.
“…Ehe… Ehhehehe… Ha ha… HA… HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Insolent IMBECILE! Do you honestly believe you can stop my liberation of this planet? I would love to see you try!” shouted Erasmus, his scowl for once leaving his face all the more terrifying as it changed into a maniacal grin.
A grizzled mark of flame and energy steamed a bit beyond the scorched front of the robe. A few chips of ice from the shield had fallen and were stuck in his face, a sting punctuating every last expressional change he made as he spoke. A small hint of pain from the flare-wave came now and then, showing Inferno that indeed the onslaught of the Saiyin and the Dragon-King had been a well-off combination, and that even the blood-crafter was unable to withstand the dark hand of the enemy’s demon-powers.
Yet, Erasmus knew to watch out for any other clever move. Inferno was able to create fire to counter ice, and now that the enemy had caught on, likely any sort of move would be stopped and burned away. Erasmus yet had an idea, and though he knew it would be a costly one and possible a mistake altogether, Inferno would most definitely feel the bleak recoil and would forever remember it.
Erasmus gathered all of his strength, a loud snap heard as another jutting spike on his shoulder was removed and morphed once more to fit the shape of a weapon of destruction. It now looked like a shamshir, a fierce curve and unnatural shape defining it from any other blade of any other crafter. Erasmus took a speedy leap forward, observing the battle poised tail, and dodged yet another blast of searing fire in time to land behind the dragon king. The blade’s point was once staring into the heavens, and then smoothly and fluently swung to swipe away at Inferno’s arm. The blade dug through the scaled skin, hitting the stalwart and hard bone, and feeling it stop within the mess of muscles and tendons. Blood froze to the blade, forming a red ice, as Erasmus pulled his ‘stinger’ from the enemy’s appendage began to take pride in this accomplishment. The blood began to pour as a waterfall does unto the floor, the torn arm hardly having any control, and a yelp beginning to escape the Dragon’s formerly pursed maw.
Simultaneously, Inferno’s tail came forth from the stance it had been in and tripped Erasmus, coming up and then down as a hammer of the blacksmith to shatter the knee and immobilize the diplomatic mage of ice. Erasmus bit his lips until blue liquid drained from them, rolling to dodge the tail again. The dragon king turned and released another pyro-attack, lighting the robe anew on fire and crumpling the skin to a horrible state compared to its original paleness.
After a few moments, Erasmus managed to stand to his feet, the ice that flowed through his veins placating him and uplifting his mind. His arm came forth once more, as he shakily rose on his shattered knee, further chipping at the bone structure as he found an unsteady balance. Hobbling with a gasp every time he stepped, and feeling his heart’s pumping speed decrease and launch fluid from the previously acquired cuts and wounds, Erasmus drew his knife and cut each of his fingers. Steam rose as claws formed on the tips, creating a glove of ice that fit his hand perfectly. He hopped on one leg to the still suffering Inferno and reached his hand to tear at his chest. Inferno was aghast, violently throwing fire and swinginh his tail as Erasmus managed to dodge with skill and accuracy. Inferno began to loudly fight back, his wings unfurling, and as Erasmus finally made contact with the creature’s chest, digging in and scraping the ribs, Inferno took defensive measures.
The draco-king grappled Erasmus’s stiff wrist, wrestling with both of the cryomancer’s hands for a moment, and eventually pushing them upwards to stop their approach. The wrists gave way, coming out of their holes and drawing blood with them, and although it pained the draco-king greatly to use his torn arm, he pushed Erasmus’s left hand upward with such force that one of Erasmus’s bones popped loose and began to dig through the skin…
BIG mistake.
Erasmus’s blood grew a pike of moderate size and needle-like thinness. This pike dug all the way through Inferno’s hand, melting as it touched the magical insides, and then Erasmus broke free of this grip to hobble away as Inferno clutched his ruptured appendage with a look of horror on his face. Erasmus saw his chance.
Dancing oddly forward, carefully avoiding putting any force on his right leg, the cryomancer threw a spike at Inferno as soon as it was torn from it’s place on the shoulder. Easily maneuvering away, the dragon burned it to water before it even reached its goal. Yet, Erasmus had something else in store. Rending two more spikes from his shoulders, they were likewise flung and melted, and Inferno continued to dodge. These spikes flew for a constant of a minute, some escaping the flame and cutting Inferno in various areas, yet then again some of which coming at a vehement pace of such high power that Inferno neglected to attempt to destroy them and merely sidestepped, only to be met with more coming at him. As he was distracted, Erasmus cut his wrist and placed his right foot in the pool of blood that soon integrated.
A splint began to take shape, holding Erasmus’s leg in a perfect line to keep the bone from acting up as he walked and ran. Keeping his opponent in mind, the exhausted philosopher soon after began to form another sword, without even thinking about it. Hopping backwards and grimacing from the pain of his still aching leg, Erasmus held out his hands and began to release as much energy as possible…
The air became inherently cool from Erasmus’s body. Inferno slowly began to prepare his own attack, not about to let the ice-mage surprise him. The enemy-dragon stood poised to strike, yet something about Erasmus’s grimace and expression was unsettling. There was an angry philosopher inside, prepared to strike with full-force, yet he bore the same bothered frown as he always wore, masking his inward smirk. Although his age kept him from backing away to dodge incase of an ultra-powerful flame attack similar to the last, Erasmus was by this time not truly worried. He was actually a bit cocky, feeling sorry for the dragon king’s soon-to-come demise. A king’s rule at its end is always a sad thing, after all.
The cryomancer’s eyes were shut in concentration, his lips pursed in strain, his arms pulsing with ice and leaking from the torn wrist. He held on for a brief moment to hope for his survival, as using this skill indoors could lead to a quick demise, but there was no care to this and Erasmus quickly shook it off. He would welcome death if it came, instead of shunning it.
The dragon still steadily came forward, fire beginning to blaze around his hands…
“Insolent fire! Meet what destroys you even within your reign! Taste the power of the dark-ice that created me! Die as anyone should, take me one step closer to purifying this and any other world! Meet the bite of the freezing purge, and tremble within its chill! DIE!”
From the hands of the angry wizard came the blaze of ice itself, slinging over and ultimately covering the room, and knocking Inferno back, a chill overtaking him. He tried to ignite his protective fire, but each time he was struck by an object of the room blown about in the blizzard. Solid spikes of blizzard-created freeze began to puncture the dragon, the water mixing with his warm blood. He fell backwards, ice beginning to numb his nerves, a terrible cold…
An unending cold…
An awful, mind-defying freeze and chill that bites like a demon-dog…
The utter pain, the utter numbness, the inability to feel pain yet feeling as if a thousand swords still skewered you as if you were overtaken by an army…
Inferno began to feel such awful wind tear at his wounds, ripping away feeling and making it hard to tell when any new puncture or pain was befalling him. The cryomancer’s concentrating figure was hardly visible in the blinding indoor-storm, yet that storm’s eye was still there in the same stance he had been when he began his slaughter.
Yet, the blizzard began to dissipate, the easily discernible philosopher not yet breaking stance. Inferno looked over his wounds, seeing many bleeding spots and snow covering his many wounds, stinging and numbing at the same time. Inferno shakily rose. His lips curled in a snarl, and he shouted the name of another attack as it flung and completely disintegrated the form of the philosopher. Inferno was shocked, and he stared eagerly and almost triumphantly, but…
Too easy.
Yet, there was silence. Such a painful silence…
A suspense overtook the dragon king, and he began to step toward the dismembered body of the enemy…
Yet, he wasn’t that stupid. He had to know that something was afoot. Drawing his blade and pivoting to turn, he was met with a sword across his jaw, and up to his eyes, tearing scale and flesh and bleeding the enemy as he spat and roared. The dragon clutched his sorely wounded face, and Erasmus swung his sword so strongly that as it cut open the chest once again of the son of Bahamut, the blade shattered and flung in multiple directions. Erasmus stumbled and fell back, scuttling to scoot away before the creature revealed his deformed visage and used all of his power to counter.
It wouldn’t be long, yet the monster suffered so, his previous wounds and his numbness now added to his terrible, broken face… It was a tragedy, yet Erasmus sat in lethargy, arguing with himself whether to laugh or take a canny attitude and prepare for the worst.
When the dragon finally revealed his face, his hands trembling with rage as he slowly put them down beside his legs, he had been cut so deeply that his bone was visible near the back of his cheek, and blood was obvious even on his scales.
“I suppose its your move, dragon.” somberly whispered Erasmus. He dedicated himself to his fate and laid back, peace overtaking his features. He was ready to feel the wrath of the king-monster, the revenge tenfold…
OoC: Still got me figured out? Erasmus's Word of the Day: Suicidal!
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OOC: you do realize that Inferno is a much more skilled fighter than you are portraying in your last posts right? please don't treat my character like that, it's really annoying and disrespectful to me. it's not cool Galefore.
Inferno quickly sealed up the wounds by encasing himself in a gentle white flame. Any ice that was leaft was gone in a matter of moments. a tear rolled down Inferno's cheak as memories of flair's death came rushing back to him. their last embrace, her last words to him rung in his ears. "protect this world of ours, I will always love you Inferno."
Inferno: protect this world of ours, I will always love you Inferno. those were her dying words to me and I vowed to protect this world for her. You say I'm a demon, a monster, but I am not these things. The Dragon race has protected this planet ever since my ancestor King Draco became ruler of this world. you say you want to liberate us when we don't need it, you want to cleanse this world when it is allready clean. You are just as blind as those humans that live in the desert who desire to eliminate magic. I never wished to fight you but you forced me to defend myself.
the white flames disappeared and all of Inferno's wounds were sealed up. Inferno then fixed the hall back to the way it was out of respect towards his ancestors. Inferno picked Erasmus off the floor and walked him over to the front door before leaping back to the door to the throan room.
Inferno: I swear on Flair's grave that you who tried to kill me and bring darkness to our peaceful world shall not succeed in your goals. If that means killing you to keep our planet from falling into darkness then so be it! I call upon the strength of my brothers, sisters, father, mother, and ancestors, lend me your power to help me defeat the evil that stands before me!!!
Inferno stretched his arms out in front of him as a ball of energy began amassing itself in his hands. All of the statues began glowing, an aura with shifting colors surrounded Inferno as pure elemental energy continued to gather in his hands, causing the orb to grow larger.
The air around Inferno's feet began to swirl slowly but increased until a vortex of air formed around him. the glowing white orb of energy continued to grow as images of Inferno's ancestors appeared behind him placing their dragonic hands on Inferno's, lending him their power.
Inferno: this is the end for you Dark Cryomancer! This attack will finish your reign of terror once and for all! Never again will you harm innocents on this or any other world! LINNEAGE ELEMENTAL BLAST!!!
And at that instant the orb collapsed into itself and a highly concentrated beam of elemental engy laced with with the power of ancient Dragons ripped through the air and engulfed erasmus in it's power. The sheer force of the beam combined with it's incredible velocity and power of all the elements fused into one riped at the cryomancer and caused him an immesurable ammount of pain taking one arm and the broken other hand with it. fusing the open wounds closed instantly, the beam disapated and Erasmus fell to his knees, eyes wide from the shock recieved and his hair and beared turned white from the darkness leaving his being. Inferno breathed heavily after the attack finished.
Inferno: Damn it! that attack always takes it out of me!
Inferno kneels and tries to recover from the attack he just unleashed. upon catching his breath, Inferno stood and retrieved his sword and sheathed it.
Inferno: I hope that now you have a better understanding of us. please leave my castle and never return.
Inferno walks to his throne room and sits on his platinum throne with crimson satin seat and back and watches Erasmus to see if he leaves.
Inferno quickly sealed up the wounds by encasing himself in a gentle white flame. Any ice that was leaft was gone in a matter of moments. a tear rolled down Inferno's cheak as memories of flair's death came rushing back to him. their last embrace, her last words to him rung in his ears. "protect this world of ours, I will always love you Inferno."
Inferno: protect this world of ours, I will always love you Inferno. those were her dying words to me and I vowed to protect this world for her. You say I'm a demon, a monster, but I am not these things. The Dragon race has protected this planet ever since my ancestor King Draco became ruler of this world. you say you want to liberate us when we don't need it, you want to cleanse this world when it is allready clean. You are just as blind as those humans that live in the desert who desire to eliminate magic. I never wished to fight you but you forced me to defend myself.
the white flames disappeared and all of Inferno's wounds were sealed up. Inferno then fixed the hall back to the way it was out of respect towards his ancestors. Inferno picked Erasmus off the floor and walked him over to the front door before leaping back to the door to the throan room.
Inferno: I swear on Flair's grave that you who tried to kill me and bring darkness to our peaceful world shall not succeed in your goals. If that means killing you to keep our planet from falling into darkness then so be it! I call upon the strength of my brothers, sisters, father, mother, and ancestors, lend me your power to help me defeat the evil that stands before me!!!
Inferno stretched his arms out in front of him as a ball of energy began amassing itself in his hands. All of the statues began glowing, an aura with shifting colors surrounded Inferno as pure elemental energy continued to gather in his hands, causing the orb to grow larger.
The air around Inferno's feet began to swirl slowly but increased until a vortex of air formed around him. the glowing white orb of energy continued to grow as images of Inferno's ancestors appeared behind him placing their dragonic hands on Inferno's, lending him their power.
Inferno: this is the end for you Dark Cryomancer! This attack will finish your reign of terror once and for all! Never again will you harm innocents on this or any other world! LINNEAGE ELEMENTAL BLAST!!!
And at that instant the orb collapsed into itself and a highly concentrated beam of elemental engy laced with with the power of ancient Dragons ripped through the air and engulfed erasmus in it's power. The sheer force of the beam combined with it's incredible velocity and power of all the elements fused into one riped at the cryomancer and caused him an immesurable ammount of pain taking one arm and the broken other hand with it. fusing the open wounds closed instantly, the beam disapated and Erasmus fell to his knees, eyes wide from the shock recieved and his hair and beared turned white from the darkness leaving his being. Inferno breathed heavily after the attack finished.
Inferno: Damn it! that attack always takes it out of me!
Inferno kneels and tries to recover from the attack he just unleashed. upon catching his breath, Inferno stood and retrieved his sword and sheathed it.
Inferno: I hope that now you have a better understanding of us. please leave my castle and never return.
Inferno walks to his throne room and sits on his platinum throne with crimson satin seat and back and watches Erasmus to see if he leaves.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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OoC: Aww, what the hell, why not battle a made up person? Consider this shadowboxing, if you will.
The dark figure slowly approached Yuki. It was not Selene Starblade, as she had expected to see. Yuki tensed up, slightly drawing her sword from her parasol sheath, which was now folded. As the figure came closer, it looked more and more like Takemura Banzo! Yuki's eyes dashed around, looking for a place to hide. While there were no buildings in sight, she did find a drift of snow to crouch behind. There, she patiently waited for Banzo to approach, so she could get the very vengeance that was her mother's dying words.
She could barely keep still with all the adrenaline rushing through her. Her whole life had consisted of training to prepare for this series of assassinations. No friends, no family, just sadness and hard work. What a poor child, to be born into this world with no choice but to live a life that will surely land her in the Netherworlds once she has perished!
His footsteps became louder and louder. The poor drunken old man could barely walk straight, but despite his condition, Yuki still felt no sympathy toward him. All she saw was the man who raped her mother and helped murder her would-be father and brother. Without making any noise, she snuck up on him and poked the tip of her sword into the back of Banzo's head. He turned around.
"wh-Who are you?" the man said, his voice shaking.
"Revenge," Yuki said, in a rare moment of speech for her. "In the sixth year of Meiji, you and three others scammed a whole town of Japanese. You told the people that if they payed you a draft-evasion tax, they would not have to join the military, meanwhile murdering anyone who dressed like a government agent."
"I don't know what you're talking about!!" he retorted.
"Do I remind you of someone? Someone you raped?"
Banzo stood silently, confuzed.
"I am the daughter of Kashima Sayo."
Banzo's eye's lit up with fear, looking for the best explanation possible.
"Look! That was years ago! They forced me to do it! I have a daughter to take care of now! Please, think of what will hap-"
"EYE FOR AN EYE!"
With a clean slice of an under-handed sword, Yuki relieved Banzo of his head. A geyser of blood sprayed out from the neck of his body as it fell to the ground. After cleaning the blood off her blade and subsequently sheathing it, she noticed that the splattered blood in the snow took the shape of a Japanese Kanji character:
"Urami" (Revenge)
The dark figure slowly approached Yuki. It was not Selene Starblade, as she had expected to see. Yuki tensed up, slightly drawing her sword from her parasol sheath, which was now folded. As the figure came closer, it looked more and more like Takemura Banzo! Yuki's eyes dashed around, looking for a place to hide. While there were no buildings in sight, she did find a drift of snow to crouch behind. There, she patiently waited for Banzo to approach, so she could get the very vengeance that was her mother's dying words.
She could barely keep still with all the adrenaline rushing through her. Her whole life had consisted of training to prepare for this series of assassinations. No friends, no family, just sadness and hard work. What a poor child, to be born into this world with no choice but to live a life that will surely land her in the Netherworlds once she has perished!
His footsteps became louder and louder. The poor drunken old man could barely walk straight, but despite his condition, Yuki still felt no sympathy toward him. All she saw was the man who raped her mother and helped murder her would-be father and brother. Without making any noise, she snuck up on him and poked the tip of her sword into the back of Banzo's head. He turned around.
"wh-Who are you?" the man said, his voice shaking.
"Revenge," Yuki said, in a rare moment of speech for her. "In the sixth year of Meiji, you and three others scammed a whole town of Japanese. You told the people that if they payed you a draft-evasion tax, they would not have to join the military, meanwhile murdering anyone who dressed like a government agent."
"I don't know what you're talking about!!" he retorted.
"Do I remind you of someone? Someone you raped?"
Banzo stood silently, confuzed.
"I am the daughter of Kashima Sayo."
Banzo's eye's lit up with fear, looking for the best explanation possible.
"Look! That was years ago! They forced me to do it! I have a daughter to take care of now! Please, think of what will hap-"
"EYE FOR AN EYE!"
With a clean slice of an under-handed sword, Yuki relieved Banzo of his head. A geyser of blood sprayed out from the neck of his body as it fell to the ground. After cleaning the blood off her blade and subsequently sheathing it, she noticed that the splattered blood in the snow took the shape of a Japanese Kanji character:
"Urami" (Revenge)
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The worst thing about old Japanese movies and manga is their unrealistic portrayal of the human circulatory system.
Help me out with the best fanfiction ever, Ganondorf Beats Up EVERYONE! You decide who gets beaten!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
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Ooc: This post possible by the great power of wikipedia. All hail the great holder of knowledge.
Aidan cleared his throat as he felt his entire body tear itself apart and regenerate to fix his arm. That was starting earlier then he expected. Music from the very air rose as Aidan placed a hat on his head. A wide brimmed hat to be precise, and he shrugged on a red sleeveless vest. He pulled on a single glove. He began dancing as his voice rose to sing with the music.
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
Aidan moved and stood before Beast. His dancing and singing never interrupted.
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
Still in his dance Aidan's foots lashed out and struck at Beast while the minotaur was still quite thoroughly confused.
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man (Uh)
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Aidan dodged whatever strike beast lashed out with. He slapped away blaster shots. His body should have reached his limits, but Aidan just ignored them and pushed himself further.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
Again, and again, and again did Aidan's foot, elbow, knee and skull strike at his larger opponent.
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Faster and faster did Aidan dance, and faster did he strike. His fist striking, his ki discharging and ignoring flesh. It was almost like having the monk's fist hit from within.
Uh!
Aidan posed before continuing his, unusual assault.
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it (Uh)
Beast was starting to really get annoyed of this, but there was nothing he could do. The damned monk was to fast. The terrain was affecting the bovine, but the blacksmith dancing atop snow, ice, and rock as easilly as a hardwood floor.
You have to show them that you're really not scared (Uuh)
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare (Uh!)
They'll kick you,
Aidan suited his word with a kick to Beast's face. His voice never skipping a beat.
then they beat you,
Metal groaned in protest as it was bent and dented and bashed inward by the monk's fist. Heated and cooled, and heated and cooled as much as it had been, it gave much less resistance then it once would have to the blacksmith's assault. Whether foot or fist, he stuck like a hammer.
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Aidan shifted his assault from entire body, concentrating solely on the mechanical arm. It had annoyed him far to much in the past.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
After the arm look little more then a massacred chunk of metal, Aidans stood there, air guitar wailing in it's solo.
Beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
(Oooh, right!)
(wooohooo)
Aidan moved backwards while the movement of his legs should have brought him forward. Beast almost had time to strike, but Aidan's leg whiped out as he spun catching the cybertaur in the temple with his heel and he rotated with the force of his own kick, moving ending up behind Beast.
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated (Oh, lord)
Showin' how funky (Eeh, eeh) strong it's your fight (Eeh, eeh)
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
He concentrated his assault on the spine. Few things did not feel it there, and enough damage would paralyze or at least slow down most things. Slowing down against Aidan was never a good thing.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it), beat it
No one wants to be defeated (Oh, no)
Showin' how funky (Eeh, eeh)strong it's your fight(Eeh, eeh)
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Adian's assault began relenting. His final strikes now measured, and precise.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right (Who’s wrong)
Just beat it, (beat it) (Wooohooo)
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Aidan leaped back and as Beast turned to him, the monk raised his arm, fire flowing out of every pore.
JUST BEAT IT!
*KA-BOOM*
Aidan flipped on his feet. Well, that had gone well enough. The fire wafting from his eye socket barely left the side of his face now, but no matter, the slick smooth wet stone was now a nice half circle shape. Aidan kept his balance perfectly as always, but he wondered what hooves could do against it. He chuckled making his was to the epicenter where Beast would be. Whether on his own power, or simply sliding down. It was time to end this soon. Aidan focused, his mind clearer then ever. It always was when he was nearing the breaking point. He had not simply pushed passed his limits, he had broken them on his knee, and kept going further. There where no more steps on the ladder, but up Aidan went anyway. Those last steps always brought clarity of mind. Something about being close to death he supposed.
Aidan cleared his throat as he felt his entire body tear itself apart and regenerate to fix his arm. That was starting earlier then he expected. Music from the very air rose as Aidan placed a hat on his head. A wide brimmed hat to be precise, and he shrugged on a red sleeveless vest. He pulled on a single glove. He began dancing as his voice rose to sing with the music.
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
Aidan moved and stood before Beast. His dancing and singing never interrupted.
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
Still in his dance Aidan's foots lashed out and struck at Beast while the minotaur was still quite thoroughly confused.
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man (Uh)
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Aidan dodged whatever strike beast lashed out with. He slapped away blaster shots. His body should have reached his limits, but Aidan just ignored them and pushed himself further.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
Again, and again, and again did Aidan's foot, elbow, knee and skull strike at his larger opponent.
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Faster and faster did Aidan dance, and faster did he strike. His fist striking, his ki discharging and ignoring flesh. It was almost like having the monk's fist hit from within.
Uh!
Aidan posed before continuing his, unusual assault.
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it (Uh)
Beast was starting to really get annoyed of this, but there was nothing he could do. The damned monk was to fast. The terrain was affecting the bovine, but the blacksmith dancing atop snow, ice, and rock as easilly as a hardwood floor.
You have to show them that you're really not scared (Uuh)
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare (Uh!)
They'll kick you,
Aidan suited his word with a kick to Beast's face. His voice never skipping a beat.
then they beat you,
Metal groaned in protest as it was bent and dented and bashed inward by the monk's fist. Heated and cooled, and heated and cooled as much as it had been, it gave much less resistance then it once would have to the blacksmith's assault. Whether foot or fist, he stuck like a hammer.
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Aidan shifted his assault from entire body, concentrating solely on the mechanical arm. It had annoyed him far to much in the past.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
Just beat it
After the arm look little more then a massacred chunk of metal, Aidans stood there, air guitar wailing in it's solo.
Beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
(Oooh, right!)
(wooohooo)
Aidan moved backwards while the movement of his legs should have brought him forward. Beast almost had time to strike, but Aidan's leg whiped out as he spun catching the cybertaur in the temple with his heel and he rotated with the force of his own kick, moving ending up behind Beast.
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated (Oh, lord)
Showin' how funky (Eeh, eeh) strong it's your fight (Eeh, eeh)
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
He concentrated his assault on the spine. Few things did not feel it there, and enough damage would paralyze or at least slow down most things. Slowing down against Aidan was never a good thing.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it), beat it
No one wants to be defeated (Oh, no)
Showin' how funky (Eeh, eeh)strong it's your fight(Eeh, eeh)
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Adian's assault began relenting. His final strikes now measured, and precise.
Just beat it, (beat it), beat it, (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong it's your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right (Who’s wrong)
Just beat it, (beat it) (Wooohooo)
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Aidan leaped back and as Beast turned to him, the monk raised his arm, fire flowing out of every pore.
JUST BEAT IT!
*KA-BOOM*
Aidan flipped on his feet. Well, that had gone well enough. The fire wafting from his eye socket barely left the side of his face now, but no matter, the slick smooth wet stone was now a nice half circle shape. Aidan kept his balance perfectly as always, but he wondered what hooves could do against it. He chuckled making his was to the epicenter where Beast would be. Whether on his own power, or simply sliding down. It was time to end this soon. Aidan focused, his mind clearer then ever. It always was when he was nearing the breaking point. He had not simply pushed passed his limits, he had broken them on his knee, and kept going further. There where no more steps on the ladder, but up Aidan went anyway. Those last steps always brought clarity of mind. Something about being close to death he supposed.
When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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Zarjav looked at his hand/claw,and saw it whirling away. Fortunately, the electricity still remained... No, wait a minute, it didn't. Shoot. Whatever was happening was sucking every bit of him away. Zarjav knew something of what was happening. He could somewhat feel himself being cast into the 64 planes, and knew that Chase was doing this. Who else (That he knew) could?
Since by now most of the metallic warrior's arm was gone, Zarjav knew he had to do something. This thingy was apparently sucking away everything physical, and, since Zarjav saw some spirits getting drawn towards it, Metaphysical. Since Chase was doing this, it was a magical array, and the Metacosmos is apparently unaffected by magical activities, Zarjav decided to risk something.
The Mercuroid decided to go with the flow. Literally. He followed where the strads were heading, and saw what was happening. by now, Zarjav's arm and a good portion of his chest were gone.
Then, he simply dropped the Metacosmos.
The sword was sucked into the vortex, and it wasn't truly destroyed, but it just kept splashing apart and coming back together. Good, it can survive, Zarjav thought. He then used his psychokinetic control over the Metacosmos to make it fly towards the Brass Knight. It slashed across his back. Chase turned around to face it, and was somewhat shocked. It tried to strike again, and Chase just barely dodged it. Cool, a swordfight without the opponent holding it.
Since by now most of the metallic warrior's arm was gone, Zarjav knew he had to do something. This thingy was apparently sucking away everything physical, and, since Zarjav saw some spirits getting drawn towards it, Metaphysical. Since Chase was doing this, it was a magical array, and the Metacosmos is apparently unaffected by magical activities, Zarjav decided to risk something.
The Mercuroid decided to go with the flow. Literally. He followed where the strads were heading, and saw what was happening. by now, Zarjav's arm and a good portion of his chest were gone.
Then, he simply dropped the Metacosmos.
The sword was sucked into the vortex, and it wasn't truly destroyed, but it just kept splashing apart and coming back together. Good, it can survive, Zarjav thought. He then used his psychokinetic control over the Metacosmos to make it fly towards the Brass Knight. It slashed across his back. Chase turned around to face it, and was somewhat shocked. It tried to strike again, and Chase just barely dodged it. Cool, a swordfight without the opponent holding it.
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OOC: you do realize that Inferno is a much more skilled fighter than you are portraying in your last posts right? please don't treat my character like that, it's really annoying and disrespectful to me. it's not cool Galefore.
I portrayed your character perfectly fine. You just broke the rules by healing anyway, so any sort of anger I put on you is now evened out by your rule-breaking. I didn't make your character weak, or sissy, as he fought back. Hell, he even broke my wrists. I did nothing to make him weaker than he has been portrayed so far, and since I was on the offensive and obviously taking much damage in that post as well, I'm pretty sure you didn't even read it thoroughly. Please do not start an argument in the midst of this tournament, and please do not tell me I'm mis-playing your character unless I'm doing something completely out of his character.
And why the hell did you kill my character? Why the god-moding? You DO understand that a lot of your last post broke the rules, right? Wyborn, what is your opinion upon this matter.
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He did WHAT?!
*reads*
SON OF A BITCH!
I want the other judge's ruling on this, but I'm thinking between instant disqualification and making him revise it with a 3 point penalty to his final score. Mis-RPing is one thing, but killing your opponent? No. Unacceptable. That breaks a fundamental rule of the battlefield, ends the battle prematurely, is unfair, is god-moding to the Nth degree...there's no end to what's wrong with it.
I await word from the other judges before I put down my opinion.
*reads*
SON OF A BITCH!
I want the other judge's ruling on this, but I'm thinking between instant disqualification and making him revise it with a 3 point penalty to his final score. Mis-RPing is one thing, but killing your opponent? No. Unacceptable. That breaks a fundamental rule of the battlefield, ends the battle prematurely, is unfair, is god-moding to the Nth degree...there's no end to what's wrong with it.
I await word from the other judges before I put down my opinion.
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Heh, it really was a huge shock to me. I was a bit peeved that he thought I was mis-RPing, even more peeved when he healed every last wound I gave him (I was going for that old beat-tha-crap outta your enemy and take mad damage yourself thing that everyone used to do in these things), but then he KILLED me. That was what really set it off.
I'm sorry if this causes issues or starts a war, but... Man, that was just bad sportsmanship, Inferno...
I'm sorry if this causes issues or starts a war, but... Man, that was just bad sportsmanship, Inferno...
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I read it thuroughly all right.
I'm sorry, but the message I got from the end of your post was that you wanted to end the battle, also, that was not healing. I was meerly seling up (cauterising through fire) the NEAR FATAL wounds you gave me by almost cutting of my freakin arm which I could have easily blocked/avoided. had you completely cut my arm off my character would have died in minuets due to massive bloodloss/frostbite due to the nature of your attack. and Inferno is not that brutal, he would never purpousfully break someone's wrists, leg, or any appendage for that matter. he perfers to use melee attacks and energy/fire based ones to wear his opponent down to where he can use one of his stronger attacks to defeat them even when on the defensive. but he doesn't break peoples bones or appendages and he defenately would have put up some kind of fire barrier during that blizzard attack to keep from getting impaled by those icicles.
if my post looked chep I'm sorry and I'll edit it if I need to. but galefore the way you ended your post made it seem like you wanted to end the battle and I obliged by giving your character an honorable send off. please respond soon.
edit: plus the state you leaft me in didn't give me much to work with, what with me almost bleeding to death and all through the blizzard attack and the near fatal wound on my arm.
I'm sorry, but the message I got from the end of your post was that you wanted to end the battle, also, that was not healing. I was meerly seling up (cauterising through fire) the NEAR FATAL wounds you gave me by almost cutting of my freakin arm which I could have easily blocked/avoided. had you completely cut my arm off my character would have died in minuets due to massive bloodloss/frostbite due to the nature of your attack. and Inferno is not that brutal, he would never purpousfully break someone's wrists, leg, or any appendage for that matter. he perfers to use melee attacks and energy/fire based ones to wear his opponent down to where he can use one of his stronger attacks to defeat them even when on the defensive. but he doesn't break peoples bones or appendages and he defenately would have put up some kind of fire barrier during that blizzard attack to keep from getting impaled by those icicles.
if my post looked chep I'm sorry and I'll edit it if I need to. but galefore the way you ended your post made it seem like you wanted to end the battle and I obliged by giving your character an honorable send off. please respond soon.
edit: plus the state you leaft me in didn't give me much to work with, what with me almost bleeding to death and all through the blizzard attack and the near fatal wound on my arm.
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Inferno, you broke a fundamental rule of the Gunjin. No one kills off their opponent. Ever. People use the utmost ingenuity to counter what would be considered 'normal' fatal wounds and injuries and you must allow them that opportunity, as they should you.
I see your apology and I personally think that's great of you to offer that.
Regardless of this, I make the following judgement... of my own accord and opinion.
You will delete your ending and permit Galefore the chance to respond to the battle at hand.
You will be penalised for breaking Rule 3.
(What that penalty is, I'm yet to determine for myself. Instant disqualification seems extremely harsh considering I think you'll learn from this and go on to be a great contributor of the Gunjin in the future. So, it will be a point deduction of some indeterminate amount... for now. I'll think about what point deduction is suitable over the course of my day and it will reflect in my judging when the battle ends. Be assured that the other Judges and I will discuss this further, since this sets a precedent.)
Try not to take this hard, Inferno. Everyone makes mistakes... and the best thing about any of those, is we can learn from them. 
Inferno, you broke a fundamental rule of the Gunjin. No one kills off their opponent. Ever. People use the utmost ingenuity to counter what would be considered 'normal' fatal wounds and injuries and you must allow them that opportunity, as they should you.
I see your apology and I personally think that's great of you to offer that.
Regardless of this, I make the following judgement... of my own accord and opinion.
You will delete your ending and permit Galefore the chance to respond to the battle at hand.
You will be penalised for breaking Rule 3.
(What that penalty is, I'm yet to determine for myself. Instant disqualification seems extremely harsh considering I think you'll learn from this and go on to be a great contributor of the Gunjin in the future. So, it will be a point deduction of some indeterminate amount... for now. I'll think about what point deduction is suitable over the course of my day and it will reflect in my judging when the battle ends. Be assured that the other Judges and I will discuss this further, since this sets a precedent.)
Try not to take this hard, Inferno. Everyone makes mistakes... and the best thing about any of those, is we can learn from them.
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thank you HotD, and again, I'm really sorry for what I did, I just kind of lost it by how he didn't really give me a chance to defend myself in his long written attack post and didn't think how my character behaves. I was upset and wasn't thinking clearly. I have edited my post accordingly and await my penalty.
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I humbly accept your apology, Inferno, and I am deeply sorry for mis-RPing your character.
Yet, the reason I was so brutal is because, in all honesty, I have seen far less than the Dragon King (Soldiers, knights, you name it) take even WORSE damage and fight on. See: 8th NLBFT. Especially Wyborn and Dusty. BIG wounds, yet both of 'em fought on, no deaths posted, leaving very engrossing posts. Please, from now on do not think me a fool for damaging your character drastically and then subsequently damaging myself to even it out and not be cheap. It's a time-honored tactic.
Also, there was reason I had my knee broken by your tail, and my wrists broken. ANYONE in rage from an attack of high brutality is gonna try to tear the crap out of their attacker. IF this is out of Inferno's character, please do not take offense. I was merely trying to keep away from being cheap.
Again, I apologize, so let's continue and get it over with.
About the end of my post: I MEANT for you to strike back at my vulnerable self, not kill me. Had I wished for the battle's end, I would have mentioned it in the OoC. Again, that was a fault on my part for not being clear enough, and I'll try to be a bit more clear on my intentions from here forward.
I honor you as an opponent and think this has been a great battle thus far. Thank you for mending your mistakes, and please accept my apologies for my own. Let this battle continue with no bad blood or hard feelings!
AND LET THERE BE BEER!
Also, thank you, Judges, for being very supportive and fair in this. I would have hated seeing Inferno eliminated, and thus am glad for your more fair decisions. Again, you guys are doing great!
Lastly... LET THE TOURNEY CONTINUE!
AND LET THERE BE BEER.
Yet, the reason I was so brutal is because, in all honesty, I have seen far less than the Dragon King (Soldiers, knights, you name it) take even WORSE damage and fight on. See: 8th NLBFT. Especially Wyborn and Dusty. BIG wounds, yet both of 'em fought on, no deaths posted, leaving very engrossing posts. Please, from now on do not think me a fool for damaging your character drastically and then subsequently damaging myself to even it out and not be cheap. It's a time-honored tactic.
Also, there was reason I had my knee broken by your tail, and my wrists broken. ANYONE in rage from an attack of high brutality is gonna try to tear the crap out of their attacker. IF this is out of Inferno's character, please do not take offense. I was merely trying to keep away from being cheap.
Again, I apologize, so let's continue and get it over with.
About the end of my post: I MEANT for you to strike back at my vulnerable self, not kill me. Had I wished for the battle's end, I would have mentioned it in the OoC. Again, that was a fault on my part for not being clear enough, and I'll try to be a bit more clear on my intentions from here forward.
I honor you as an opponent and think this has been a great battle thus far. Thank you for mending your mistakes, and please accept my apologies for my own. Let this battle continue with no bad blood or hard feelings!
AND LET THERE BE BEER!
Also, thank you, Judges, for being very supportive and fair in this. I would have hated seeing Inferno eliminated, and thus am glad for your more fair decisions. Again, you guys are doing great!
Lastly... LET THE TOURNEY CONTINUE!
AND LET THERE BE BEER.
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Bewildered by his opponents newest form of attack Chase nearly lost control of his array, a split second that painfully striped off a third of his scalp. Through the pain he refocused his determination and redoubled his efforts to control the surging pattern.
As long as he could keep metacosmos form reforming a solid blade his opponent would be torn asunder before any real damage could be dealt.
More and more of the murcuroid's silvery body was being pulled through into chaos. The human thought to himself, If I can absorb all of the silver beast his mind will be too disjointed to control that blade.
As long as he could keep metacosmos form reforming a solid blade his opponent would be torn asunder before any real damage could be dealt.
More and more of the murcuroid's silvery body was being pulled through into chaos. The human thought to himself, If I can absorb all of the silver beast his mind will be too disjointed to control that blade.
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Yes, the intense bizarreness of the getting sucked away little strand by little strand had indeed distracted Zarjav a bit. It was a bit hard to control the Metacosmos by now, or to think at all, for that matter; since almost his entire chest was gone.
Zarjav straightened up his thoughts, and had an idea. Being distracted by the Metacosmos slashing Chase had temporarily disrupted the array, so distracing him even more would disrupt it even more. And finding a star right next to you would be very distracting. So that's what Zarjav did.
Zarjav turned the Metacosmos into its star form, and the intense glow and heat of it did indeed distract Chase- and disrupt the barrier long enough for Zarjav to cling to a tree with electricity to pull himself towards Chase. Then, he did something that was rather weird: He punched Chase in the face (With his one remaining arm). Do you realize how strange it would feel to get hit with a blob of electricified mercury in the face? That's what Chase felt: extremely weirded out, and the combination of being weirded out and the damage dealt distracted him again, making him unable to restart the array's magical vortexing. Zarjav then grabbed the Metacosmos, which was still in star form, and was about to land it on Chase's head....
Zarjav straightened up his thoughts, and had an idea. Being distracted by the Metacosmos slashing Chase had temporarily disrupted the array, so distracing him even more would disrupt it even more. And finding a star right next to you would be very distracting. So that's what Zarjav did.
Zarjav turned the Metacosmos into its star form, and the intense glow and heat of it did indeed distract Chase- and disrupt the barrier long enough for Zarjav to cling to a tree with electricity to pull himself towards Chase. Then, he did something that was rather weird: He punched Chase in the face (With his one remaining arm). Do you realize how strange it would feel to get hit with a blob of electricified mercury in the face? That's what Chase felt: extremely weirded out, and the combination of being weirded out and the damage dealt distracted him again, making him unable to restart the array's magical vortexing. Zarjav then grabbed the Metacosmos, which was still in star form, and was about to land it on Chase's head....