Tenth Annual NLBFT
Alrighty, it is time for the second round! Prepare to do battle once again!
1. This will be judged by three people and have sixteen combatants. All round battles are in ONE TOPIC, such as “First Round” will be for the first set, and “Second Round” for the second, etc. This matches the most recent and also the most classic form for the NLBFT, as it was the first form used and also the most recent, as reinstated by SML.
2. This is for serious battlers only. I won’t restrict who joins and who doesn’t, but if you cannot write, do not join this very important event, for either judge or battler. By saying “Cannot Type”, I mean no spaces, punctuation, capitalization, etc. I would prefer that only seniors and vets join, but newbies of high skill level and regular members are just as welcome. It is a free forum, after all. Remember, this is a tournament of high pedigree, and you will likely be facing tough opponents, so do not expect to be baby treated. High quality posts will probably be a must from the judges, and you would do best to remember that.
3. There is a strict time limit. 60 hours is the usual before a half point is taken from the final score of thirty, and 24 more is another deduction, another 24 is another, and 24 more is possible elimination. Remember this, as it is standard, and complaints will only be considered if not simply whining. Also, reasons to have been absent are to be discussed by the judges as acceptable or not. If your computer explodes and you had no access to another, fine, but if you simply were too bored to try, it is elimination. It sounds retarded, but it isn’t. Trust me.
4. The judges word is final. I want to see good sportsmanship from the loser, and likewise from winner. I will be honest and tell you that if I lose my battle, I will not complain. Simply put, it is un-sportsmanlike and very dishonorable.
5. The first to post has battlefield choice. Make it something past generic, and give it some specialty and pizzazz. Not to say having an interesting battlefield is a rule, it’s just kind of useful.
Battle Only Rules:
1: No transforming or character switching, this is permitted only between rounds and is not to be done mid-battle for risk of deduction from the ever-present final score out of thirty. In other words, judges will judge on a scale of 1-10 and will at the end combine the scores of each judge for a single person into a final mass of thirty, as most of you know, but I know that some of you battlers are new to this and may need a heads up.
2: No healing, and this means any healing. As is known, many of your characters regenerate, but you will have to make an exception for this tournament as not to infringe this rule.
3. No god-moding, as this isn’t a damage based tourney, it’s performance based. God-moding is wrong, and as Wyborn said in his rule set, “You can be brutal without being cheap.” Remember that. Oh, and unleash hell. It’s fun to watch.J
No special rules this round, same as last round.
THIS ROUND ENDS ON FRIDAY, DECEMBER 8!
Matchups:
Alpha Division:
Alex vs. Repster
Galefore vs. Inferno Dragon
Beta Division:
Vapor vs. T3hDarkness
Malik vs. Selene Starblade
Judges:
Seat 1: Tazy
Seat 2: Wyborn
Seat 3: HotD
A note to my opponent: You can have first post, as this time around I'll choose to let my opponent pick BF and attack first.
10th NLBFT Second Round Battles
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Galefore
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Mountains, when mentioned one thinks of Everest, the towering mound of frost capped stone visible from farther then most could believe. To climb the peek and make it back down, even with frostbite taking most of you fingers and toes, gave one great bragging rights. This was no such peek. It was bigger, much bigger. So there Aidan Dreiks waited, not even close to the peak, but quite far indeed.
He stood there precariously perched at an angle on the heavy snowed rock. Of course, much of the same could have been said anywhere else he would have stood. This particular mountain chain was known for that, and there was the blacksmith, simply standing in the maw of death. Crevasse, holes, towering rock, not so towering rock at an angle. Few places gave any solid hold, and those few were covered with more ice then any other place, not to mention the half foot of snow that was still falling. The thick flakes fell down the sky softly in a steadiness that did not look to be slowing down any time soon. He slowly removed the dagger from his face. He did not mind losing their little game. She stabbed him in the face, he took out the weapon, she stabbed him again. It amused him that she kept going knowing full well it had barely any effect.
The dagger fell within one particularly deep crevasse. His golden eye picked up what little light there was, and the glow could be seen from within the snow easily enough.His loose white silk trousers where the same pure white as the snow and blended oh so perfectly. The buckle of silver in the shape of a dragon glimmered softly, it's blood red gem eyes with a slight gold highlight to their edges were easier to pick out. His well tanned skin blended eerily well with the surroundings. The gold serpentine dragon around his right arm stood out clearly. Refusing to be hidden from such a simple thing as snow. Stranger still was the scar. That mass thing from above the eye patch over his left eye, down to below his right ribs. The paler skin was easier to see then the rest of his flesh.
He waited, barefoot, and unarmed. Someone came closer. His right hand unclipped a flask from his hip. The smell of strong liquor from it was the only that broke the thin air. He took a swig and clipped it back. He took a deep breath of the cold fresh air and the smirk appeared on the monk's face. How would his opponent handle one of the most ruthless and unforgiving environments of the land? At this height frostbite could seep down into your very soul before you knew it. He shifted his feet, still standing the casually with the greatest of ease, and waited. Soon, oh so soon, would blood be spilled.
Ooc: Note to Alex. You shall still BURN MWHAHAHAHA!
He stood there precariously perched at an angle on the heavy snowed rock. Of course, much of the same could have been said anywhere else he would have stood. This particular mountain chain was known for that, and there was the blacksmith, simply standing in the maw of death. Crevasse, holes, towering rock, not so towering rock at an angle. Few places gave any solid hold, and those few were covered with more ice then any other place, not to mention the half foot of snow that was still falling. The thick flakes fell down the sky softly in a steadiness that did not look to be slowing down any time soon. He slowly removed the dagger from his face. He did not mind losing their little game. She stabbed him in the face, he took out the weapon, she stabbed him again. It amused him that she kept going knowing full well it had barely any effect.
The dagger fell within one particularly deep crevasse. His golden eye picked up what little light there was, and the glow could be seen from within the snow easily enough.His loose white silk trousers where the same pure white as the snow and blended oh so perfectly. The buckle of silver in the shape of a dragon glimmered softly, it's blood red gem eyes with a slight gold highlight to their edges were easier to pick out. His well tanned skin blended eerily well with the surroundings. The gold serpentine dragon around his right arm stood out clearly. Refusing to be hidden from such a simple thing as snow. Stranger still was the scar. That mass thing from above the eye patch over his left eye, down to below his right ribs. The paler skin was easier to see then the rest of his flesh.
He waited, barefoot, and unarmed. Someone came closer. His right hand unclipped a flask from his hip. The smell of strong liquor from it was the only that broke the thin air. He took a swig and clipped it back. He took a deep breath of the cold fresh air and the smirk appeared on the monk's face. How would his opponent handle one of the most ruthless and unforgiving environments of the land? At this height frostbite could seep down into your very soul before you knew it. He shifted his feet, still standing the casually with the greatest of ease, and waited. Soon, oh so soon, would blood be spilled.
Ooc: Note to Alex. You shall still BURN MWHAHAHAHA!
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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Damn, I was just about to post my entrance before you got here. All that work on thinking up a good arena has gone to waste.
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The monk clipped his flask back onto his belt. He noticed a large figure walking toward him. It was not human. Horns came from its head like that of a bull, but he stood upright like a man. His skin was like that of a bull as well. It was strong and thick enough to withstand the freezing temperatures of the mountain. This creature was a minotaur, a monster thought to have existed only in myths and legends. This creature, however, was quite real. But even still, he was not normal. Cold, hard machinery covered his right arm and the left side of his skull. It was obvious that he had been the victim of a near fatal accident. Beast was the creature's name. He had come to this cold, forsaken mountain to fight. His opponent: The liquor-drinking monk who stood before him.
Beast carry two items in his hands. In his left, he carried a large, heavy, steel battle axe with a newly sharpened edge. In the other hand he carried what seemed to be a half-eaten goat leg. It was obviously a fresh kill because blood was still dripping from it. Beast took one last bite from the goat meat and tossed it aside. He glared at the monk.
Beast: Your days in this life are over for you, holy man. Just accept your fate and it will seem quick and painless.
The cyber-taur raised his mechanical arm. His hand withdrew into his wrist and was replaced with a blaster cannon. It began to glow with a bright, white light. Aidan mearly stared at Beast, unimpressed. A ball of energy shot from the cannon with magnificant force. It closed in on the monk, but sailed at least ten feet over his head. The monk simply stared at Beast, thinking to himself how uncoordinated his opponent must be. An explosion was heard from behind Aidan. He turned to see a small avalanche heading toward him. It was a small one, but the rocks and snow had enough momentum to knock him off of his feet. He stepped aside as to avoid them. He turned to Beast as if to speak only to meet a large, hairy, and unwashed minotaur fist. The avalanche was only a diversion. Beast's real plan was a frontal assault. The monk flew backwards. Beast extened his axe and caught Aidan within the inside curve. He pulled the monk toward him and threw another punch. It connected and sent the monk to the ground.
Beast raised his arm cannon and aimed it at the monk, this time at point-blank range. He charged a shot and fired.
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OoC: Don't expect anthing else from me tonight. Night rehersal throws off my groove. With that in mind, don't expect much from me tomorrow either. I might be able to sneak in a quick look, but a battle post is not likely.
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The monk clipped his flask back onto his belt. He noticed a large figure walking toward him. It was not human. Horns came from its head like that of a bull, but he stood upright like a man. His skin was like that of a bull as well. It was strong and thick enough to withstand the freezing temperatures of the mountain. This creature was a minotaur, a monster thought to have existed only in myths and legends. This creature, however, was quite real. But even still, he was not normal. Cold, hard machinery covered his right arm and the left side of his skull. It was obvious that he had been the victim of a near fatal accident. Beast was the creature's name. He had come to this cold, forsaken mountain to fight. His opponent: The liquor-drinking monk who stood before him.
Beast carry two items in his hands. In his left, he carried a large, heavy, steel battle axe with a newly sharpened edge. In the other hand he carried what seemed to be a half-eaten goat leg. It was obviously a fresh kill because blood was still dripping from it. Beast took one last bite from the goat meat and tossed it aside. He glared at the monk.
Beast: Your days in this life are over for you, holy man. Just accept your fate and it will seem quick and painless.
The cyber-taur raised his mechanical arm. His hand withdrew into his wrist and was replaced with a blaster cannon. It began to glow with a bright, white light. Aidan mearly stared at Beast, unimpressed. A ball of energy shot from the cannon with magnificant force. It closed in on the monk, but sailed at least ten feet over his head. The monk simply stared at Beast, thinking to himself how uncoordinated his opponent must be. An explosion was heard from behind Aidan. He turned to see a small avalanche heading toward him. It was a small one, but the rocks and snow had enough momentum to knock him off of his feet. He stepped aside as to avoid them. He turned to Beast as if to speak only to meet a large, hairy, and unwashed minotaur fist. The avalanche was only a diversion. Beast's real plan was a frontal assault. The monk flew backwards. Beast extened his axe and caught Aidan within the inside curve. He pulled the monk toward him and threw another punch. It connected and sent the monk to the ground.
Beast raised his arm cannon and aimed it at the monk, this time at point-blank range. He charged a shot and fired.
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OoC: Don't expect anthing else from me tonight. Night rehersal throws off my groove. With that in mind, don't expect much from me tomorrow either. I might be able to sneak in a quick look, but a battle post is not likely.
VOIP
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OoC: Once again, I will be fighting as Lady Snowblood aka Kashima Yuki, the second character in this post... even though she technically "died" in round one... I'll switch characters if I make it to next round, I'm gonna just see how much I can improve upon my last battle, using the judges' advice.
It was a cold and windy night somewhere in northern Japan, and snow was falling heavily. Not so heavily that it would obstruct one's vision, but enough to keep the ground completely covered with at least four inches of snow. In other words, it would be difficult to drive a carriage through this very hilly area, even on the presently-empty roads paved specifically for carriages.
Walking through the hills on this night was a lady, dressed in a mostly white kimono with a few splashes of color around the waistline, and carrying a very strong parasol (which was used more practically to conceal her katana, rather than protect herself from the snow falling down). Her long, black hair had been put up, so as not to be bothered by the wind. She was Kashima Yuki, born to a widowed prisoner in the sixth year of Japan's Meiji Era. She was on her way to find a man named Takemura Bonzo, one of the men who assisted in the murder of her mother's husband.
She traveled through the lifeless hills, somewhat enjoying the tranquility of the night. The loneliness of travel never bothered Yuki, she was used to it after having spent her whole life with no friends or family, just learning martial arts and the way of the samurai from a priest.
Suddenly, Yuki paused. Upon hearing someone else's footsteps, she opened her large brown eyes as wide as they could be opened. Looking for her company. Seeing a dark figure approaching in the distance, she gripped the end of her parasol, not drawing the katana, but preparing to strike, in case of trouble.
It was a cold and windy night somewhere in northern Japan, and snow was falling heavily. Not so heavily that it would obstruct one's vision, but enough to keep the ground completely covered with at least four inches of snow. In other words, it would be difficult to drive a carriage through this very hilly area, even on the presently-empty roads paved specifically for carriages.
Walking through the hills on this night was a lady, dressed in a mostly white kimono with a few splashes of color around the waistline, and carrying a very strong parasol (which was used more practically to conceal her katana, rather than protect herself from the snow falling down). Her long, black hair had been put up, so as not to be bothered by the wind. She was Kashima Yuki, born to a widowed prisoner in the sixth year of Japan's Meiji Era. She was on her way to find a man named Takemura Bonzo, one of the men who assisted in the murder of her mother's husband.
She traveled through the lifeless hills, somewhat enjoying the tranquility of the night. The loneliness of travel never bothered Yuki, she was used to it after having spent her whole life with no friends or family, just learning martial arts and the way of the samurai from a priest.
Suddenly, Yuki paused. Upon hearing someone else's footsteps, she opened her large brown eyes as wide as they could be opened. Looking for her company. Seeing a dark figure approaching in the distance, she gripped the end of her parasol, not drawing the katana, but preparing to strike, in case of trouble.
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Corrupted Forest
This decaying forest is birthplace to the pale rider. The being has long since abandoned this place but a fraction of his power and influence are still present. Foul spirits gather to this place, their presence manifesting in the rotting wood warped roots that reach up to snare any trespasser of this tainted realm and long dead beasts still that still hunt to fill their hollow forms.
A masked researcher is carefully picking through the decaying undergrowth for the ingredients to his venoms. The agents can be found nearly anywhere, but the most virulent types must be gleaned from the lands familliar to death.
Finding the particular fungus he was looking for he unstoppers a vial to collect it. Slowly, he removes the mushroom’s cap and places it in the container, careful not to knock out any of the toxic spores before replacing the seal.
A stab in his mind alerts him. Somebody had passed his seal, perhaps anybody else that knew the secrets of this forest would already be considered a threat to immediately dealt with. He crouched in a shadow and started to snake his wires silently under the mounds of dead leaves.
This decaying forest is birthplace to the pale rider. The being has long since abandoned this place but a fraction of his power and influence are still present. Foul spirits gather to this place, their presence manifesting in the rotting wood warped roots that reach up to snare any trespasser of this tainted realm and long dead beasts still that still hunt to fill their hollow forms.
A masked researcher is carefully picking through the decaying undergrowth for the ingredients to his venoms. The agents can be found nearly anywhere, but the most virulent types must be gleaned from the lands familliar to death.
Finding the particular fungus he was looking for he unstoppers a vial to collect it. Slowly, he removes the mushroom’s cap and places it in the container, careful not to knock out any of the toxic spores before replacing the seal.
A stab in his mind alerts him. Somebody had passed his seal, perhaps anybody else that knew the secrets of this forest would already be considered a threat to immediately dealt with. He crouched in a shadow and started to snake his wires silently under the mounds of dead leaves.
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A metallic lion-man was walking through the forest. He reflected on the sense of death invoked here, and could feel the presence of the spirits, and could see them. But Zarjav was not afraid.
As he walked three events simultaneously happened: He noticed a man crouching over some funguses turn around, and Zarjav tripped on a tree root, his electricity killing the tree, and his mercury body landed with a splash. It reformed, and at that moment the wires were sprung. they hit him, but he quickly electrified them to the point that they overflowed with electricity and were charred.
When Zarjav got up, The fungi collector with a face of metal was looking at him. Zarjav, having once been a shaman, sensed some strange spiritual forces from ths brass-masked man. The mercuroid spoke one word:
"Contradiction."
Zarjav felt that someone would greatly benefit from dispelling this person. So that's what he started to do.
Zarjav threw an electric grenade at the Brass Knight. It exploded behind him, and Chase was mildly hurt. The Brass Knight sent a razor wire out of his gautlet towards Zarjav, but when it touched the surface of the electrified mercury, it became electrified, and the electricity was sent through the wire to Chase's gautlet. He quickly disconnected it, but not before being hurt.
As he walked three events simultaneously happened: He noticed a man crouching over some funguses turn around, and Zarjav tripped on a tree root, his electricity killing the tree, and his mercury body landed with a splash. It reformed, and at that moment the wires were sprung. they hit him, but he quickly electrified them to the point that they overflowed with electricity and were charred.
When Zarjav got up, The fungi collector with a face of metal was looking at him. Zarjav, having once been a shaman, sensed some strange spiritual forces from ths brass-masked man. The mercuroid spoke one word:
"Contradiction."
Zarjav felt that someone would greatly benefit from dispelling this person. So that's what he started to do.
Zarjav threw an electric grenade at the Brass Knight. It exploded behind him, and Chase was mildly hurt. The Brass Knight sent a razor wire out of his gautlet towards Zarjav, but when it touched the surface of the electrified mercury, it became electrified, and the electricity was sent through the wire to Chase's gautlet. He quickly disconnected it, but not before being hurt.
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Inferno, upon returning to his home from the battle in the fire region, was still stuck in his stronger form with glowing aqua eyes and his hair stood strait up in almost uniform golden spikes, slanted slightly towards the back of his head. This form made his crimson horns stand out more than his basic form. An aura of golden energy surrounded him as he walked into the Grand Hall.
The Grand Hall is the entrance to The Dragon King's palace. A red carpet with gold trim lies on the floor creating a path from the entrance to the throan room on the opposite side of the grand hall. The Grand Hall was decorated with statues of Dragons carved from the finest Gemstones. Fourteen Dragon statues in all, one to represent each element and to also represent each child of Bahamut. Banners with the royal crest of Inferno's family hung from the cealing, crafted of the finest silk in all of planet Draco.
Between the tall pillars that heald up the very high cealing were statues of the past rulers of Draco. The first, on the right was the first ruler, King Draco himself. The statues went on like this until the last statue, a golden statue of Inferno, stood on the right with an empty pedistal across from it.
Above the door to the throan room was a tapestry which depicted the history of the planet. From Draco's rise to power to Inferno's Corrination as king. On either side of the gold laced, platinum double doors were grand staircases which lead up to the second floor balcony.
Inferno: *sigh* Why did my ancestors have to be so decadent. Oh well, at least I don't need to worry about being attacked up here in my own home I guess.
Just then he heard a knock at the door. Inferno walked over to the door and as he opened it the doors he saw the figure of a warrior standing before him. Inferno had one hand on his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.
Inferno: may I help you?
The Grand Hall is the entrance to The Dragon King's palace. A red carpet with gold trim lies on the floor creating a path from the entrance to the throan room on the opposite side of the grand hall. The Grand Hall was decorated with statues of Dragons carved from the finest Gemstones. Fourteen Dragon statues in all, one to represent each element and to also represent each child of Bahamut. Banners with the royal crest of Inferno's family hung from the cealing, crafted of the finest silk in all of planet Draco.
Between the tall pillars that heald up the very high cealing were statues of the past rulers of Draco. The first, on the right was the first ruler, King Draco himself. The statues went on like this until the last statue, a golden statue of Inferno, stood on the right with an empty pedistal across from it.
Above the door to the throan room was a tapestry which depicted the history of the planet. From Draco's rise to power to Inferno's Corrination as king. On either side of the gold laced, platinum double doors were grand staircases which lead up to the second floor balcony.
Inferno: *sigh* Why did my ancestors have to be so decadent. Oh well, at least I don't need to worry about being attacked up here in my own home I guess.
Just then he heard a knock at the door. Inferno walked over to the door and as he opened it the doors he saw the figure of a warrior standing before him. Inferno had one hand on his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.
Inferno: may I help you?
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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t3hDarkness
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Chase, considered the burns on his wrist and back and asked, "Are you a conjuration of this forest? If so, you are of no good news to me." He swung his arm in a circle, creating a nine-foot array with three smaller patterns quickly scribing themselves into it. Loops of wire launched from the center of the largest part to explore the exact nature of the strange being.
The first reply he got was another electrical grenade meant to be lobbed over the top of his barrier. The edge of his shield rotated and expanded, both cutting through a tangle of roots into the soft earth and lashing a loose edge upwards to catch the projectile. Electricity coursed through the outer rim and was grounded away, leaving only a charred metal canister in the web.
The next happened as the wires reached the silvery form of the apparition. Electricity arced between the tips of the wire and Zarjav's body only to be harmlessly grounded into the array. Fully expecting the filaments to pull away immediately as they had before, the lionoid shaped creature didn't even flinch as the threads danced over his viscous form. Suddenly the cords plunged into the area where in any other humanoid a heart would have been held.
The wires snapped back and revealed that which Chase wished to learn.
(And he wishes to learn a lot, PM me please)
The first reply he got was another electrical grenade meant to be lobbed over the top of his barrier. The edge of his shield rotated and expanded, both cutting through a tangle of roots into the soft earth and lashing a loose edge upwards to catch the projectile. Electricity coursed through the outer rim and was grounded away, leaving only a charred metal canister in the web.
The next happened as the wires reached the silvery form of the apparition. Electricity arced between the tips of the wire and Zarjav's body only to be harmlessly grounded into the array. Fully expecting the filaments to pull away immediately as they had before, the lionoid shaped creature didn't even flinch as the threads danced over his viscous form. Suddenly the cords plunged into the area where in any other humanoid a heart would have been held.
The wires snapped back and revealed that which Chase wished to learn.
(And he wishes to learn a lot, PM me please)
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[QUOTE=Galefore: Lightning Lord]Heh, I was kinda planning to use a different character, but Erasmus is fine. Post pending, it won't be long from now, though.[/QUOTE]
OOC you can go ahead and use who you were originally going to use this round, I can just edit my previous post.
OOC you can go ahead and use who you were originally going to use this round, I can just edit my previous post.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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Ooc: Stupid useless computer... staring to miss my old p1... at least it was stable in it's crappyness...
Snow, rock, dirt, ice exploded in every direction as Beast's weapon discharged. He was quite conscious at the lack of the monk's headless corpse. Or any sort of body really. There was no way he had been fast enough to move out of the way as he fired... was there?
"The names Aidan, and I ain't no holy man ya smelly overgrown cow with a bad case of the shoddy craftsmanship." Beast turned at the sound of the fire toned voice and had his original greeting returned, tenfold. His snout and entire nasal structure collapsed under the blacksmiths fist. It was not such much the brute force behind the fist that, his bones shattered before skin was broken. Aidan's ki did that, going threw flesh and metal and striking at bone sending countless waves of pure vibrating destructive life force faster then the fist it used to connect.
Aidan's feet went backwards over his head and the rest of him followed. His hands grasped the bovine's horns as he moved and then heaved, not with his arms, but with his entire body, with gravity itself. Even Beasts own body worked against him in that heave. Beast crashed into the hard uneven rock face first. He charged as he turned, his weapon went up straight at the monk, and he made the simple mental command to fire. To late he realized it was a mistake as he noticed the monks left hand covering the weapon. A hand that launched a small ki infused fireball into it, and the two volatile forms of energies collided and did as was natural, they exploded.
The one-who-lacks-sanity-yet-still-has-self-control landed gracefully on a rock face and slid down gently. He got up ad looked threw the still falling snow toward beast. Then at his left arm that ended at the elbow. He smiled and took a swig of his flask. His arm grew back, with enough pain to drive any man insane, draw him to a new level of consciousness, and drive him mad again. Been there, done that. he thought, amused by the stub of flesh that was his wrist.
Beast had the explosion that caused Aidan's dismemberment, originated from the inside, so the blacksmith thought it a safe bet to expect about the same damage to the Minotaur.
"Course, half tin cow over there proly can't regen." he muttered to himself flexing his reformed hand, it always was so damned tingly after regenerating. Not an unpleasant or in anyway bothersome feeling, just weird.
He walked forward, already gathering firepower from deep within. This land had little to give. No matter, even with half an arm's worth lost, he had plenty to spare.
Snow, rock, dirt, ice exploded in every direction as Beast's weapon discharged. He was quite conscious at the lack of the monk's headless corpse. Or any sort of body really. There was no way he had been fast enough to move out of the way as he fired... was there?
"The names Aidan, and I ain't no holy man ya smelly overgrown cow with a bad case of the shoddy craftsmanship." Beast turned at the sound of the fire toned voice and had his original greeting returned, tenfold. His snout and entire nasal structure collapsed under the blacksmiths fist. It was not such much the brute force behind the fist that, his bones shattered before skin was broken. Aidan's ki did that, going threw flesh and metal and striking at bone sending countless waves of pure vibrating destructive life force faster then the fist it used to connect.
Aidan's feet went backwards over his head and the rest of him followed. His hands grasped the bovine's horns as he moved and then heaved, not with his arms, but with his entire body, with gravity itself. Even Beasts own body worked against him in that heave. Beast crashed into the hard uneven rock face first. He charged as he turned, his weapon went up straight at the monk, and he made the simple mental command to fire. To late he realized it was a mistake as he noticed the monks left hand covering the weapon. A hand that launched a small ki infused fireball into it, and the two volatile forms of energies collided and did as was natural, they exploded.
The one-who-lacks-sanity-yet-still-has-self-control landed gracefully on a rock face and slid down gently. He got up ad looked threw the still falling snow toward beast. Then at his left arm that ended at the elbow. He smiled and took a swig of his flask. His arm grew back, with enough pain to drive any man insane, draw him to a new level of consciousness, and drive him mad again. Been there, done that. he thought, amused by the stub of flesh that was his wrist.
Beast had the explosion that caused Aidan's dismemberment, originated from the inside, so the blacksmith thought it a safe bet to expect about the same damage to the Minotaur.
"Course, half tin cow over there proly can't regen." he muttered to himself flexing his reformed hand, it always was so damned tingly after regenerating. Not an unpleasant or in anyway bothersome feeling, just weird.
He walked forward, already gathering firepower from deep within. This land had little to give. No matter, even with half an arm's worth lost, he had plenty to spare.
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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Erasmus had come of such confusion to a new planet. One minute he was traversing a great, long plain to reach his home, the next he found himself hearing the haughty voice of the fool-king that subjected him to such constant torture. As if it weren’t enough to have the burden of such a useless gladiator match once again storming his peaceful existence, this time it was with another king, this time of a planet of Dragons. Before Erasmus could even inquire to the mental voice - the king is psychic you see - as to how he was going to reach another planet, he was briskly and violently sent through a psychic link to the castle on Draco.
As soon as he had entered, there was an air about the palace that told of true royalty. A divine dragon race lived here, likely Bahamut and Tiamat of the legends of the wyrm-ish beasts. It seemed to have an incredible selection of ornate decorations, paintings, statues… It was almost as beautiful as crisp and peaceful ice. But there was so much red, the gaudy love of the fiery color spread all across the castle, and the annoying semblance of every ugly dragon’s depiction to a demon of the flame… Dragon’s were a pet-peeve to Erasmus. Never had this philosopher seen such worship to their existential glory. And that was just it: They existed and were therefore hailed and feared. Erasmus had no such luck, yet he was all the more powerful that mere dragons.
Yet now was not the time to propound with his own mind as to the frivolities of dragons.
The imaged were still like burrs, however, the snarling dragon maws agape, drooling, causing such a ruckus and mess…
A door now stood before Erasmus, as he snapped back from semi-unconsciousness. Knowing his manners when dealing with royalty, he decided at first to expostulate with the flame-ruler. Yet, reasoning wasn’t truly the way for even a diplomat such as Erasmus. Around those who broke peace and defeated what should be a silent earth, the ice-crafter was unbelievably cross and always prepared to have the matter of destruction on hand in case of a risen occasion of combat. Around draconic royalty, this was perhaps a necessity.
“May I help you?” Escaped the lips of the spiky-haired dragon. Such ugliness…
“You… You can direct me to your king, dragon creature.” rasped Erasmus.
“I am the king, Inferno, and you are…”
“Erasmus Sindierus. I am… A scholar of sorts…”
“And may I inquire the reason of your coming into my threshold?”
“…I am here to bring you news of a terrible thing. You are my prey, I’m afraid, and you are a purveyor of fire. I supply ice. Shall we match skills.”
“What?!” said Inferno, before he heard the sound of flesh splitting and blood staining his precious carpet…
“That will suit me as well as anything for a yes.”
A blade of considerable girth was in Erasmus’s hand already, and it still steamed coldly with frozen temperature. He swung it before the dragon saiya-jin knew how to react, and this fire creature was cut with such a freezing bite that though his blood would normally have fallen from his wound, it was frozen in place, an unbearable cold and chill overtaking the nerves and causing such tremendous numbness.
Inferno’s grasped blade was drawn. A Katana it was, and a beautiful one. How quaint. The dragon had a Japanese blade of fine craftsmanship, whereas Erasmus had a self-created work of beauty. A king’s katana versus an endless supply of new weapons would seem to always be an intriguing match, therefore Erasmus grinned enough to show several wrinkles upon his aged face. His ice-blue beard seemed to almost flake snow as he ran a finger of thought across it.
“Well, I have warned you amply. Now you must strike back, I wish to see your fiery skills so that my ice can dance and mock them. Demon, come at me!” Said Erasmus as he once again swung his sword downward. Enough force was released to create a crystalline ice line in the air via natural moisture, and it once more struck Inferno to freeze his blood. Stepping back, Inferno was obviously preparing a counter attack. Exactly what this counter attack was unbeknownst, of course, to the ice-sage, but it was of no concern.
Pain was pleasure to Erasmus. Such a suicidal pleasure, as if spilling blood on white flowers to see them dyed red. A guilt comes over you for robbing of innocence, yet such sick pleasure comes over the maniacal. Erasmus enjoyed blood in general, his own, his opponent’s, anything’s, almost to a vampiric degree. He created weapons of ice from his blood, making his only defense quite truthfully to be in pain. Yet, after years of forcefully extirpating his own bodily fluid, there was no pain, simply unlimited power.
But, what level of pain could he possibly stand before breaking…
As soon as he had entered, there was an air about the palace that told of true royalty. A divine dragon race lived here, likely Bahamut and Tiamat of the legends of the wyrm-ish beasts. It seemed to have an incredible selection of ornate decorations, paintings, statues… It was almost as beautiful as crisp and peaceful ice. But there was so much red, the gaudy love of the fiery color spread all across the castle, and the annoying semblance of every ugly dragon’s depiction to a demon of the flame… Dragon’s were a pet-peeve to Erasmus. Never had this philosopher seen such worship to their existential glory. And that was just it: They existed and were therefore hailed and feared. Erasmus had no such luck, yet he was all the more powerful that mere dragons.
Yet now was not the time to propound with his own mind as to the frivolities of dragons.
The imaged were still like burrs, however, the snarling dragon maws agape, drooling, causing such a ruckus and mess…
A door now stood before Erasmus, as he snapped back from semi-unconsciousness. Knowing his manners when dealing with royalty, he decided at first to expostulate with the flame-ruler. Yet, reasoning wasn’t truly the way for even a diplomat such as Erasmus. Around those who broke peace and defeated what should be a silent earth, the ice-crafter was unbelievably cross and always prepared to have the matter of destruction on hand in case of a risen occasion of combat. Around draconic royalty, this was perhaps a necessity.
“May I help you?” Escaped the lips of the spiky-haired dragon. Such ugliness…
“You… You can direct me to your king, dragon creature.” rasped Erasmus.
“I am the king, Inferno, and you are…”
“Erasmus Sindierus. I am… A scholar of sorts…”
“And may I inquire the reason of your coming into my threshold?”
“…I am here to bring you news of a terrible thing. You are my prey, I’m afraid, and you are a purveyor of fire. I supply ice. Shall we match skills.”
“What?!” said Inferno, before he heard the sound of flesh splitting and blood staining his precious carpet…
“That will suit me as well as anything for a yes.”
A blade of considerable girth was in Erasmus’s hand already, and it still steamed coldly with frozen temperature. He swung it before the dragon saiya-jin knew how to react, and this fire creature was cut with such a freezing bite that though his blood would normally have fallen from his wound, it was frozen in place, an unbearable cold and chill overtaking the nerves and causing such tremendous numbness.
Inferno’s grasped blade was drawn. A Katana it was, and a beautiful one. How quaint. The dragon had a Japanese blade of fine craftsmanship, whereas Erasmus had a self-created work of beauty. A king’s katana versus an endless supply of new weapons would seem to always be an intriguing match, therefore Erasmus grinned enough to show several wrinkles upon his aged face. His ice-blue beard seemed to almost flake snow as he ran a finger of thought across it.
“Well, I have warned you amply. Now you must strike back, I wish to see your fiery skills so that my ice can dance and mock them. Demon, come at me!” Said Erasmus as he once again swung his sword downward. Enough force was released to create a crystalline ice line in the air via natural moisture, and it once more struck Inferno to freeze his blood. Stepping back, Inferno was obviously preparing a counter attack. Exactly what this counter attack was unbeknownst, of course, to the ice-sage, but it was of no concern.
Pain was pleasure to Erasmus. Such a suicidal pleasure, as if spilling blood on white flowers to see them dyed red. A guilt comes over you for robbing of innocence, yet such sick pleasure comes over the maniacal. Erasmus enjoyed blood in general, his own, his opponent’s, anything’s, almost to a vampiric degree. He created weapons of ice from his blood, making his only defense quite truthfully to be in pain. Yet, after years of forcefully extirpating his own bodily fluid, there was no pain, simply unlimited power.
But, what level of pain could he possibly stand before breaking…
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The words of the cryomancer rung in his ears, "demon, come at me". Inferno quickly countered by melting the ice line with searing Dragonfire expelled from his mouth. The watter dripped to the floor as Inferno leapt back and drew his enchanted katana. Rage coursed through his veins and his eyes burned with a hatred of a thousand lifetimes.
Inferno: You! You're just like those dragon slayers aren't you! You think we are demons and should be destroyed! I can tell you now I am no demon but by calling me one you have brought my wrath upon you! I can never forgive your kind for what they did to my true love and my people.
Inferno then powered his blade and hands with Dragonfire and charged full speed at Erasmus.
Inferno: take this you hateful monster, BLAZING BLADE SLASH!
Inferno leapt into the air with his blade raised above his head and came down over Erasmus, the tip pointing down, the blade engulfed in Dragonfire. Erasmus tried to raise his tremendous blade but due to it's weight it was brought up too late and a cut appeared across the front of Erasmus. He could feel the intense heat of the flames as they instantly cauterized the blood near the wound and sent a shockwave if fire energy throughout the body of the cryomancer.
Inferno leapt back to a safe distance and then touched the ice wound on him, the ice melted and the wound cauterized.
Inferno: now, you were saying something about mocking my fire skills?
Inferno smirked as his sword glowed with dragonfire energy. Inferno raised his sword and pointed it directly at the ice sage. The enchanted Katana glowed brightly, white with the Dragonfire within.
Inferno: SUPER SEARING SPIRAL STRIKE!!!
A beam of dragonfire energy erupted from the tip of the blade, surrounded by a spiral of green Dragonfire. The attack cut through the air superheating the air around it, speeding towards Erasmus at an alarming speed.
Inferno: You! You're just like those dragon slayers aren't you! You think we are demons and should be destroyed! I can tell you now I am no demon but by calling me one you have brought my wrath upon you! I can never forgive your kind for what they did to my true love and my people.
Inferno then powered his blade and hands with Dragonfire and charged full speed at Erasmus.
Inferno: take this you hateful monster, BLAZING BLADE SLASH!
Inferno leapt into the air with his blade raised above his head and came down over Erasmus, the tip pointing down, the blade engulfed in Dragonfire. Erasmus tried to raise his tremendous blade but due to it's weight it was brought up too late and a cut appeared across the front of Erasmus. He could feel the intense heat of the flames as they instantly cauterized the blood near the wound and sent a shockwave if fire energy throughout the body of the cryomancer.
Inferno leapt back to a safe distance and then touched the ice wound on him, the ice melted and the wound cauterized.
Inferno: now, you were saying something about mocking my fire skills?
Inferno smirked as his sword glowed with dragonfire energy. Inferno raised his sword and pointed it directly at the ice sage. The enchanted Katana glowed brightly, white with the Dragonfire within.
Inferno: SUPER SEARING SPIRAL STRIKE!!!
A beam of dragonfire energy erupted from the tip of the blade, surrounded by a spiral of green Dragonfire. The attack cut through the air superheating the air around it, speeding towards Erasmus at an alarming speed.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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The wirs simply slid through Zarjav's form. Yes, he was entirely liquid in that area. He was not harmed physically, as with a cut, but still felt pain there; much.
"I am a mercury conjuration not of his forest, but of the strange fires and machinations of this universe. I was created as I am and as I never was, to find my soul." This was mildly confusing, but it answered Chase's question. Zarjav then lunged forward, about to strike him with his sword, the Metacosmos. But it wasn't really much of a sword anymore,for it was now glowing and burning like a sun. Chase could hardly bear to look at its brightness. Fortunatley for Chase, He was able to sense where the star-sword was, and dodged it in time. He did, however, end up tripping over a gnarled root due to not being able to see much.
The glowing sword attracted a small hoard of nearby spirits, surprised at the light. They stood like the phantasms they were, watching.
Zarjav looked around, facing them. The former metal shaman chanted something in something that was hardly a language at all, an enchantment not even Chase knew. Zarjav held up his hand, and lightning flowed fron it, and the sun seemed to drip down, and it poured upon the ground. The spirits were immediately driven away screaming. The sun stopped acting lie it was in a Salvador Dali painting, but the liquid sun was till on the ground. Chase saw this, got up, and created an arcane symbol with his wire. The liquid sun eleveated, transformed into an orb, and flew straight at Zarjav. It hit, and half his mercury body expanded. Freaky.
Zarjav faced Chase, and took a genade out and put it in his hand. He charged it with even more electricity than it already had, andheld it with an electrical web, trying to make it resist the force of the electromagnet that he was charging in his hand. right before it was about to explode, Zarjav released the electric web in his hand, and used it to empower the grenade's electromagnetically propelled flight toward the Brass Knight. Due to this, it was now ven faster than a bullet, about 2.466579 times faster, and thus Chase just missed catching it. It exploded when it reached Chase.
"I am a mercury conjuration not of his forest, but of the strange fires and machinations of this universe. I was created as I am and as I never was, to find my soul." This was mildly confusing, but it answered Chase's question. Zarjav then lunged forward, about to strike him with his sword, the Metacosmos. But it wasn't really much of a sword anymore,for it was now glowing and burning like a sun. Chase could hardly bear to look at its brightness. Fortunatley for Chase, He was able to sense where the star-sword was, and dodged it in time. He did, however, end up tripping over a gnarled root due to not being able to see much.
The glowing sword attracted a small hoard of nearby spirits, surprised at the light. They stood like the phantasms they were, watching.
Zarjav looked around, facing them. The former metal shaman chanted something in something that was hardly a language at all, an enchantment not even Chase knew. Zarjav held up his hand, and lightning flowed fron it, and the sun seemed to drip down, and it poured upon the ground. The spirits were immediately driven away screaming. The sun stopped acting lie it was in a Salvador Dali painting, but the liquid sun was till on the ground. Chase saw this, got up, and created an arcane symbol with his wire. The liquid sun eleveated, transformed into an orb, and flew straight at Zarjav. It hit, and half his mercury body expanded. Freaky.
Zarjav faced Chase, and took a genade out and put it in his hand. He charged it with even more electricity than it already had, andheld it with an electrical web, trying to make it resist the force of the electromagnet that he was charging in his hand. right before it was about to explode, Zarjav released the electric web in his hand, and used it to empower the grenade's electromagnetically propelled flight toward the Brass Knight. Due to this, it was now ven faster than a bullet, about 2.466579 times faster, and thus Chase just missed catching it. It exploded when it reached Chase.
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Aidan's arm had regenerated. He began charging up ki. He walked toward Beast, who was lying on the ground. with a nearly broken snout. His arm cannon was gone. Beast was still conscience and he saw all that Aidan had done to regenerate his dismemberment. It was the flask. The blacksmith's flask was filled some form of healing liquid. The alcohol was just a bonus. Beast had to react quickly, as Aidan was ready to fire his ki energy. The first thing he had to do was replace his damaged hand. With a quick mental command, Beast's broken cannon popped off of his wrist and was quickly replaced with a rapid fire blaster gun.
Beast: I'm not going to lose so easily.
Aidan raised his hand and prepared to fire his ki. Beast sprung up and grabbed the monk's wrist. Aidan was just about to unleash the energy when Beast executed his attack. He got behind the blacksmith, with the wrist still in his grasp, and jammed his gun into Aidan's back. He unleashed a barrage of blaster shots into the monk. Aidan lost control of his ki and it was fired. It hit the ground and made a rather large explosion, throwing dirt and snow flying into the air. Aidan was stunned for a short time. This was just enough time for Beast to intitiate the second part of his strategy.
Beast reached toward the flask that was clipped to the monk's belt and pulled it off before pushing him into the ground. He threw the flask into the air and and fired several shots at it. The flask was blown to pieces. Beast grinned with a sence of accomplishment as he watched what was left of the flask fall to the ground.
Beast: Looks like you won't be growing your limbs back anytime soon, eh monk?
Around this time, Aidan was returning to his feet. Beast kicked him back onto the ground. He pushed his broken snout back into place. A look of pain shot across the cyber-taur's face as the bones were cracked back into their original postitions.
How much pain were these two warriors prepared to go through to win this battle?
Beast: I'm not going to lose so easily.
Aidan raised his hand and prepared to fire his ki. Beast sprung up and grabbed the monk's wrist. Aidan was just about to unleash the energy when Beast executed his attack. He got behind the blacksmith, with the wrist still in his grasp, and jammed his gun into Aidan's back. He unleashed a barrage of blaster shots into the monk. Aidan lost control of his ki and it was fired. It hit the ground and made a rather large explosion, throwing dirt and snow flying into the air. Aidan was stunned for a short time. This was just enough time for Beast to intitiate the second part of his strategy.
Beast reached toward the flask that was clipped to the monk's belt and pulled it off before pushing him into the ground. He threw the flask into the air and and fired several shots at it. The flask was blown to pieces. Beast grinned with a sence of accomplishment as he watched what was left of the flask fall to the ground.
Beast: Looks like you won't be growing your limbs back anytime soon, eh monk?
Around this time, Aidan was returning to his feet. Beast kicked him back onto the ground. He pushed his broken snout back into place. A look of pain shot across the cyber-taur's face as the bones were cracked back into their original postitions.
How much pain were these two warriors prepared to go through to win this battle?
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Ooc: I... you... he... beast... did the... with... Aidan...and the... Awwww... I had plans for this post... and you just ruined them.
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Aidan got up and ignored beast completely, sorrow the only thing visible in his eye. He moved forward a few steps and fell to his knees cradling the pieces of his broken flask. At least three gallons of the the dark yellow liquor stained the snow. Then he did something that was quite unexpected. He cried. He cried like a little five year old girl that had just watched her favorite uncle that spoiled her slightly get murdered in cold blood. His voice was separated from his body. If fire could weep, the undertone was what it sounded like.
How could you do such a thing? How could you? The booze... the wonderful booze... How could you hurt my booze? Why? Don't you have a heart? Why the whiskey...
He whimpered and tucked his head on his knees still clutching the fragments to his chest.
Why... why is always the innocent that suffer.
Beast stared at him disbelievingly. Then he felt it. Heat. Heat in a place that was colder then death. From the snow melting around the crazed monk it was obvious where it came from. The blacksmith got up, his face a mask of pure rage. His voice mirrored it perfectly. Sounding more like a raging forest fire then anything else. Unlike mere moments ago where his voice come form nowhere, now it came from everywhere.
YOU THINK MY BLOODY REGENERATION IS TIED TO MY FLAMING WHISKEY! BURN YOUR BONES TO ASH YOU IGNORANT USELESS SON OF A COW LOVER! YOUR NOT EVEN FIT FOR CRUDE GOBLIN LEATHER! I WON'T BE BLOODY GROWING MY FLAMING LIMBS BACK WILL I! WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT YOU TIN INFUSED FLAME DAMNED INBRED GOAT LOVER!
His voice went almost silent. It stills seethed with rage, more fire then anything else. Yet, it came purely from the monk, and held the sound of a promise that would be held beyond death itself.
"I will beat you to death with the arm that I supposedly won't be growing back. Held by the regrown arm."
The he tore off his eye patch. Fire was the only thing to be seen. Fire that raged out of control and seeped out a foot to the side of the socket. The blacksmith grasped his left shoulder in his right hand, and pulled. The sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed off the mountain side. This time, the process was neither slow, nor painful. It was fast, and skipped painful, went beyond excruciating and painfuller straight to painfullest. Aidan did not even blink.
Fire burst out of what remained from his shoulder, took the vague shape of an arm, and just turned into flesh in a rather disgusting fashion. Sight sound and smell all were sickening, not to mention feel.
He left hand when to what was held in his left, his arm, and walked towards Beast. The 'taur that had just recovered from the sight of his eye, they're was something terrifying about it. Fear was not strong enough a word to describe it. It had paralyzed him as effectively as anything else could, but he was fine now. It was nothing but fire coming out of a crazy pissed off monk.
Aidan continued to walk, or seemed to. One step he was half a dozen feet away from arm's length. Pun intended. The next step he was right in Beast face, at eye level, completely uncaring at the good distance beneath his feet tot he ground.
"Boo."
Beast tried to react, but a monk's fist to his chest stopped him. Beast skidded back. How was absolutely confusing. The monk had been floating in the air,with no way to anchor himself, he was the one that should have went back. Aidan had slapped countless laws of science in the face with that simple move. Then again, little less were thoroughly insulted by his very existence.
Now slightly further the minotaurs options were much greater. But now that he was a wee bit farther Aidan's bicep smashed into his face crushing it inwards again. The monk then continued to make good on his promise, his severed arm as effective a cudgel as existed.
Beast did not stand there placidly, of course. He fought back. Or rather, tried. He fired at Aidan.
*BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!* (Or whatever sound effect one considers more appropriate fro blaster fire.)
The monk smoothly moved out of the way of every shot, moving faster then should be possible and then smacked him in the face again. Beast went for a more traditional approach. The axe came down, sideways, forward, back, sideways, slant ways, every ways.
*Axe dodge* *SMACK!* *Evade axe* *WHACK!* *Move away* *THUMP!* *sidestep* *BASH!* *Dodge again* *ARM TO THE FACE!* *Dance out of the way* *QUACK!*
Quack?
Beast stood shocked and unable to believe his ears. Arms, severed or not, being used as a club did not quack. Aidan seemed to take it in stride, never slowly or showing any reaction to it, and leaped around him, using his severed limb in an attempt to choke the bovine. Beast took this slight rest, Aidan did not seem to be able to put nearly enough weight to threaten him with strangulation. Beast was covered in the monk's blood, and the arm was nothing by a bloody mess of man meat. His face had been bloodied and mangled worse then ever, most of his body had taken a hit and was sore, but that was about it. He felt pressure in his back and turned to see Aidan having leaped back with the smirk on his face. Nice and big that smirk was.
"B.B.B." he voice almost whispered out, yet easily audible.
Beast did not have time to contemplate the meaning as the severed appendage around his neck exploded. He was not conscious of more then burning agony until his back smashed threw one chuck of rock to be halted by a bigger mass, painfully of course.
Aidan's hand went to his right hip and felt the broken ring that had held his flask. Pure habit had brought it there, he vaguely contemplated drying to extract the whiskey from the snow... but the field was already being sprinkled with Beast's blood, and his own. He growled deep within his throat and made his way toward beast. No snow touched his flesh anymore, almost shying away as if it were sentient.
Away from Aidan, the cold returned to beast with a vengeance, making his burns that much worse.
Ooc: I sense a trend... will it continue?
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Aidan got up and ignored beast completely, sorrow the only thing visible in his eye. He moved forward a few steps and fell to his knees cradling the pieces of his broken flask. At least three gallons of the the dark yellow liquor stained the snow. Then he did something that was quite unexpected. He cried. He cried like a little five year old girl that had just watched her favorite uncle that spoiled her slightly get murdered in cold blood. His voice was separated from his body. If fire could weep, the undertone was what it sounded like.
How could you do such a thing? How could you? The booze... the wonderful booze... How could you hurt my booze? Why? Don't you have a heart? Why the whiskey...
He whimpered and tucked his head on his knees still clutching the fragments to his chest.
Why... why is always the innocent that suffer.
Beast stared at him disbelievingly. Then he felt it. Heat. Heat in a place that was colder then death. From the snow melting around the crazed monk it was obvious where it came from. The blacksmith got up, his face a mask of pure rage. His voice mirrored it perfectly. Sounding more like a raging forest fire then anything else. Unlike mere moments ago where his voice come form nowhere, now it came from everywhere.
YOU THINK MY BLOODY REGENERATION IS TIED TO MY FLAMING WHISKEY! BURN YOUR BONES TO ASH YOU IGNORANT USELESS SON OF A COW LOVER! YOUR NOT EVEN FIT FOR CRUDE GOBLIN LEATHER! I WON'T BE BLOODY GROWING MY FLAMING LIMBS BACK WILL I! WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT YOU TIN INFUSED FLAME DAMNED INBRED GOAT LOVER!
His voice went almost silent. It stills seethed with rage, more fire then anything else. Yet, it came purely from the monk, and held the sound of a promise that would be held beyond death itself.
"I will beat you to death with the arm that I supposedly won't be growing back. Held by the regrown arm."
The he tore off his eye patch. Fire was the only thing to be seen. Fire that raged out of control and seeped out a foot to the side of the socket. The blacksmith grasped his left shoulder in his right hand, and pulled. The sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed off the mountain side. This time, the process was neither slow, nor painful. It was fast, and skipped painful, went beyond excruciating and painfuller straight to painfullest. Aidan did not even blink.
Fire burst out of what remained from his shoulder, took the vague shape of an arm, and just turned into flesh in a rather disgusting fashion. Sight sound and smell all were sickening, not to mention feel.
He left hand when to what was held in his left, his arm, and walked towards Beast. The 'taur that had just recovered from the sight of his eye, they're was something terrifying about it. Fear was not strong enough a word to describe it. It had paralyzed him as effectively as anything else could, but he was fine now. It was nothing but fire coming out of a crazy pissed off monk.
Aidan continued to walk, or seemed to. One step he was half a dozen feet away from arm's length. Pun intended. The next step he was right in Beast face, at eye level, completely uncaring at the good distance beneath his feet tot he ground.
"Boo."
Beast tried to react, but a monk's fist to his chest stopped him. Beast skidded back. How was absolutely confusing. The monk had been floating in the air,with no way to anchor himself, he was the one that should have went back. Aidan had slapped countless laws of science in the face with that simple move. Then again, little less were thoroughly insulted by his very existence.
Now slightly further the minotaurs options were much greater. But now that he was a wee bit farther Aidan's bicep smashed into his face crushing it inwards again. The monk then continued to make good on his promise, his severed arm as effective a cudgel as existed.
Beast did not stand there placidly, of course. He fought back. Or rather, tried. He fired at Aidan.
*BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!**BLAM!* (Or whatever sound effect one considers more appropriate fro blaster fire.)
The monk smoothly moved out of the way of every shot, moving faster then should be possible and then smacked him in the face again. Beast went for a more traditional approach. The axe came down, sideways, forward, back, sideways, slant ways, every ways.
*Axe dodge* *SMACK!* *Evade axe* *WHACK!* *Move away* *THUMP!* *sidestep* *BASH!* *Dodge again* *ARM TO THE FACE!* *Dance out of the way* *QUACK!*
Quack?
Beast stood shocked and unable to believe his ears. Arms, severed or not, being used as a club did not quack. Aidan seemed to take it in stride, never slowly or showing any reaction to it, and leaped around him, using his severed limb in an attempt to choke the bovine. Beast took this slight rest, Aidan did not seem to be able to put nearly enough weight to threaten him with strangulation. Beast was covered in the monk's blood, and the arm was nothing by a bloody mess of man meat. His face had been bloodied and mangled worse then ever, most of his body had taken a hit and was sore, but that was about it. He felt pressure in his back and turned to see Aidan having leaped back with the smirk on his face. Nice and big that smirk was.
"B.B.B." he voice almost whispered out, yet easily audible.
Beast did not have time to contemplate the meaning as the severed appendage around his neck exploded. He was not conscious of more then burning agony until his back smashed threw one chuck of rock to be halted by a bigger mass, painfully of course.
Aidan's hand went to his right hip and felt the broken ring that had held his flask. Pure habit had brought it there, he vaguely contemplated drying to extract the whiskey from the snow... but the field was already being sprinkled with Beast's blood, and his own. He growled deep within his throat and made his way toward beast. No snow touched his flesh anymore, almost shying away as if it were sentient.
Away from Aidan, the cold returned to beast with a vengeance, making his burns that much worse.
Ooc: I sense a trend... will it continue?
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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The hurtling power of flame came in such a flashy way that it made Erasmus laugh for a moment. Idiocy, such an easily defeated attack. Erasmus reached deep within his own wound, grunting and sputtering a few drops of blood from his mouth, and then threw enough liquid to create a solid wall. As the energy collided with the impediment, and then struggled to disrupt and destroy it, Erasmus stepped aside far enough away to have it completely miss him as it once again picked up speed and hurtled by.
“Ha! You think I am an evil being and like every other human? I am just as inhuman as you, but I can boast a much more troublesome reason for hatred: I am the last of my kind, hunted to extinction by my creators. Hateful? Yes, but I am no dragon hunter. I hunt everything, and everything huntsme.” coldly choked Erasmus, blue droplets dripping in quick succession onto the floor from his robe. There was a frozen fire in Erasmus’s body, as the dragon fire, no matter how intense it’s heat, could not withstand the sub-zero temperatures that comprised his innards.
As soon as Inferno began to use another of his eagerly announced super-attacks, Erasmus scoffed and began to walk forward.
“Hmm. I mock your fire skills because you are delusional, believing you are in control by merely knowing of how fire melts ice. Yet, you know not that magical ice is fireproof, as enchanted items tend to be. There is no warmth inside of me, nor anything to conduct warmth. Your fire fails to impress me.”
There was silence as the dragon most likely prepared a rebuttal. Erasmus was truly not impressed, as taunts weren’t his forte, but if Inferno wanted an in-battle argument, he was in for one hell of a fight. The ice-wizard drew back in pain, as his trademark spikes once more tore through his clothing and he rent one from it’s newly formed wound. It shifted into a slender, surprisingly detailed claymore, and Erasmus dropped the large, cumbersome blade he had previously created. Drawing a breath of satisfaction, he looked over the lion-embroidered hilt, and the mono-colored sword seemed to sparkle unnaturally, as if carved from diamond.
Footsteps rang out of the silence, Erasmus rushing forward instead of taking his time to calculate tactics as he usually did. Erasmus forbore nothing, swinging his blade precisely yet at a level of speed uncharacteristic of the decrepit. Inferno’s skill was on display as he easily parried the would-be killing strokes, taking no second to spare in discovering Erasmus’s pattern, and not one moment to stop halting Erasmus’s sword from reaching its destination. Inferno managed a sizable incision upon Erasmus’s arm, but Erasmus laughed as adverse to the traditional grunt of pain. The cryomancer gestured his arm to catapult blood-plasma unto Inferno’s body, and the draconic being noticed a strangely high amount of pain. The reason: the blood pools were forming spikes within Inferno’s body, continually puncturing and retracting as if a drill to open the creature in several areas. As the numerous blotches committed this act via high concentration on the ice-crafter‘s part, Erasmus managed to pool enough of his body fluids upon the floor to create an angular pillar that struck Inferno in the diaphragm and sent his a good ways back. A timorous respect for Erasmus’s skill had likely formed in Inferno’s mind, conscious or not, as the dragon gasped for his breath to return.
A dark sadism was coming over Erasmus, his desire to get this over with once again, as in every battle he faced, dissipating and becoming the desire to torture. He struggled within himself to dismiss the killer that had formed inside of him over years of murder, but was unable to even calm his inclement hatred for dragons…
Erasmus managed to snap into reality in time to duck another of the fire streams, and threw his claymore straight and true, delighting to hear it whistle and hum as the wind played around it. The blade commixed with the chest of the dragon, breaking skin and entering at a level in which hasty removal would cost hefty internal damage. Inferno grimaced, and Erasmus felt a bit shamed as he realized that the formerly palpitating patches of ice upon Inferno’s chest had calmed and stopped their burying. Erasmus remedied this, the patches beginning to dig into the dragon beast’s body once more.
“Incredible. This is the dragon king? Bah. This is shameful.” Erasmus uttered this slander underneath his breath, the inaudible speech carrying away into the empty wind.
The dragon was still against one of the finely decorated walls, struggling in horrendous pain, as Erasmus began to laugh with sick pleasure. Torturous ice, such a contrast to the peaceful, cold substance of common knowledge. Erasmus had an inward struggle, as although he always gave such a hard time to those who defeated the cold serenity of ice, he was such a murderer with this natural beauty. The smile upon Erasmus’s face dissipated, and he again lost control of the drill-patches as he was again wafting away in thought.
Of course, Inferno was rising to counter…
“Ha! You think I am an evil being and like every other human? I am just as inhuman as you, but I can boast a much more troublesome reason for hatred: I am the last of my kind, hunted to extinction by my creators. Hateful? Yes, but I am no dragon hunter. I hunt everything, and everything huntsme.” coldly choked Erasmus, blue droplets dripping in quick succession onto the floor from his robe. There was a frozen fire in Erasmus’s body, as the dragon fire, no matter how intense it’s heat, could not withstand the sub-zero temperatures that comprised his innards.
As soon as Inferno began to use another of his eagerly announced super-attacks, Erasmus scoffed and began to walk forward.
“Hmm. I mock your fire skills because you are delusional, believing you are in control by merely knowing of how fire melts ice. Yet, you know not that magical ice is fireproof, as enchanted items tend to be. There is no warmth inside of me, nor anything to conduct warmth. Your fire fails to impress me.”
There was silence as the dragon most likely prepared a rebuttal. Erasmus was truly not impressed, as taunts weren’t his forte, but if Inferno wanted an in-battle argument, he was in for one hell of a fight. The ice-wizard drew back in pain, as his trademark spikes once more tore through his clothing and he rent one from it’s newly formed wound. It shifted into a slender, surprisingly detailed claymore, and Erasmus dropped the large, cumbersome blade he had previously created. Drawing a breath of satisfaction, he looked over the lion-embroidered hilt, and the mono-colored sword seemed to sparkle unnaturally, as if carved from diamond.
Footsteps rang out of the silence, Erasmus rushing forward instead of taking his time to calculate tactics as he usually did. Erasmus forbore nothing, swinging his blade precisely yet at a level of speed uncharacteristic of the decrepit. Inferno’s skill was on display as he easily parried the would-be killing strokes, taking no second to spare in discovering Erasmus’s pattern, and not one moment to stop halting Erasmus’s sword from reaching its destination. Inferno managed a sizable incision upon Erasmus’s arm, but Erasmus laughed as adverse to the traditional grunt of pain. The cryomancer gestured his arm to catapult blood-plasma unto Inferno’s body, and the draconic being noticed a strangely high amount of pain. The reason: the blood pools were forming spikes within Inferno’s body, continually puncturing and retracting as if a drill to open the creature in several areas. As the numerous blotches committed this act via high concentration on the ice-crafter‘s part, Erasmus managed to pool enough of his body fluids upon the floor to create an angular pillar that struck Inferno in the diaphragm and sent his a good ways back. A timorous respect for Erasmus’s skill had likely formed in Inferno’s mind, conscious or not, as the dragon gasped for his breath to return.
A dark sadism was coming over Erasmus, his desire to get this over with once again, as in every battle he faced, dissipating and becoming the desire to torture. He struggled within himself to dismiss the killer that had formed inside of him over years of murder, but was unable to even calm his inclement hatred for dragons…
Erasmus managed to snap into reality in time to duck another of the fire streams, and threw his claymore straight and true, delighting to hear it whistle and hum as the wind played around it. The blade commixed with the chest of the dragon, breaking skin and entering at a level in which hasty removal would cost hefty internal damage. Inferno grimaced, and Erasmus felt a bit shamed as he realized that the formerly palpitating patches of ice upon Inferno’s chest had calmed and stopped their burying. Erasmus remedied this, the patches beginning to dig into the dragon beast’s body once more.
“Incredible. This is the dragon king? Bah. This is shameful.” Erasmus uttered this slander underneath his breath, the inaudible speech carrying away into the empty wind.
The dragon was still against one of the finely decorated walls, struggling in horrendous pain, as Erasmus began to laugh with sick pleasure. Torturous ice, such a contrast to the peaceful, cold substance of common knowledge. Erasmus had an inward struggle, as although he always gave such a hard time to those who defeated the cold serenity of ice, he was such a murderer with this natural beauty. The smile upon Erasmus’s face dissipated, and he again lost control of the drill-patches as he was again wafting away in thought.
Of course, Inferno was rising to counter…
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OoC: I sence no trend. Maybe that's cause I'm not looking hard enough.
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Beast lie on the ground trying to recover. He was shocked beyond all imagination. An enraged monk beat him sensless with his own severed arm which, somehow beyond all comprehension, made a noise of a duck. Plus, who would have thought that monks would be obsesed with their booze.
Beast's wounds felt as if they were on fire. For some reason, the snow against his hide felt like it was burning him. This burning sensation shot through Beast like a bullet through a gun. He slowly but surely made his way to his feet. The cyber-taur replaced his gun with a small device. It looked like a remote control for a television, but it had a small electrical charge coming from it. Aidan, who was still walking toward Beast, saw this quick tranfer of weapons but took it as no threat, as the tiny beam of electricity seemed unable to harm anything bigger than the size of a squirrel. He continued to walk toward Beast with rage. He had been reduced to drinking whiskey from the snow that lied on the ground.
The cybernetic warrior hobbled over to his axe, which had been knocked out of his grasp in the earlier assault by the monk, and retrieved it. Aidan was close now. Beast, who had begun to regain his proper stepping, slowly walked toward Aidan. They met with a clash. Aidan threw a fist at Beast, who ducked and raised his giant hoove toward Aidan's face. The blacksmith leaned backward to evade. This went on for quite some time. Aidan finally landed a blow to Beast's mechanical side of his chest. However, the cyber-taur felt nothing because there were no pain recepters on his mechanical attachments. Beast, who had reacted quite quickly to the blow, dropped his axe and grabbed Aidan by the throat. He raised the monk into the air and threw his mechanical hand toward Aidan's chest. The electric tipped weapon he had drawn earlier did more damage than Aidan had thought. This was because right before the electricity made contact with the monk's chest, the power was increase fifty times its original strength. The voltage of the weapon traveled through monk's body so fast, he might as well have been made of metal. Aidan was still conscious, but his body became limp and weak for a short time. He fell to the ground as Beast let go. He lay there for a while trying to recover his strength.
The air around the two warriors became silent as the minotaur executed his next attack. He reverted his hand back to a gun and backed up several feet. He aimed at the ground just in front of Aidan, who was beginning to recover from his temporary paralysis. Beast launched several rounds of shots at the ground, chucking up dirt, snow, and rock as the blasts of energy hit the ground. One would be baffled by this course of action until they saw what were the debris was going and what was happening to the Aidan. The monk was being smacked with rocks and snow as he was burried in the debris.
The pile of debris that covered the blacksmith was three feet high when Beast finally stopped firing. His gun had overheated and if he fired any longer it would have melted into the rest of his cybernetic exterior. Beast uttered no words as he simply stared at the pile that covered the blacksmith. Instead he let out a yell of rage. It was heard from the base of the mountain, where innocent climbers were beginning their ascent, to even at the peak, where no life could possibly exist at that altitude.
When Beast stopped screaming, he pick up his axe. He then ran over to a rotting tree and tore off some bark. He wrapped it around the handle of his axe, piled some snow onto it, and crushed it into a grip. Beast once again switched his cybernetic weapons. The electric shock beam was revealed once more. Beast began to shock his battle axe. As the electricity ran through the axe, it heated up. The wood insulated the electricity so that Beast could grab hold of the axe without falling victim to the extreme heat and electric shock. Before reaching the melting point, he stopped the charge.
About this time, Aidan was breaking free of the debris pile that he had been buried in. He was free from the chest up. Beast moved over to the pile and smashed the side of the axe into the monk face. He pushed harded and harder to make sure Aidan felt the pain.
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OoC: Anybody get any word from Selene?
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Beast lie on the ground trying to recover. He was shocked beyond all imagination. An enraged monk beat him sensless with his own severed arm which, somehow beyond all comprehension, made a noise of a duck. Plus, who would have thought that monks would be obsesed with their booze.
Beast's wounds felt as if they were on fire. For some reason, the snow against his hide felt like it was burning him. This burning sensation shot through Beast like a bullet through a gun. He slowly but surely made his way to his feet. The cyber-taur replaced his gun with a small device. It looked like a remote control for a television, but it had a small electrical charge coming from it. Aidan, who was still walking toward Beast, saw this quick tranfer of weapons but took it as no threat, as the tiny beam of electricity seemed unable to harm anything bigger than the size of a squirrel. He continued to walk toward Beast with rage. He had been reduced to drinking whiskey from the snow that lied on the ground.
The cybernetic warrior hobbled over to his axe, which had been knocked out of his grasp in the earlier assault by the monk, and retrieved it. Aidan was close now. Beast, who had begun to regain his proper stepping, slowly walked toward Aidan. They met with a clash. Aidan threw a fist at Beast, who ducked and raised his giant hoove toward Aidan's face. The blacksmith leaned backward to evade. This went on for quite some time. Aidan finally landed a blow to Beast's mechanical side of his chest. However, the cyber-taur felt nothing because there were no pain recepters on his mechanical attachments. Beast, who had reacted quite quickly to the blow, dropped his axe and grabbed Aidan by the throat. He raised the monk into the air and threw his mechanical hand toward Aidan's chest. The electric tipped weapon he had drawn earlier did more damage than Aidan had thought. This was because right before the electricity made contact with the monk's chest, the power was increase fifty times its original strength. The voltage of the weapon traveled through monk's body so fast, he might as well have been made of metal. Aidan was still conscious, but his body became limp and weak for a short time. He fell to the ground as Beast let go. He lay there for a while trying to recover his strength.
The air around the two warriors became silent as the minotaur executed his next attack. He reverted his hand back to a gun and backed up several feet. He aimed at the ground just in front of Aidan, who was beginning to recover from his temporary paralysis. Beast launched several rounds of shots at the ground, chucking up dirt, snow, and rock as the blasts of energy hit the ground. One would be baffled by this course of action until they saw what were the debris was going and what was happening to the Aidan. The monk was being smacked with rocks and snow as he was burried in the debris.
The pile of debris that covered the blacksmith was three feet high when Beast finally stopped firing. His gun had overheated and if he fired any longer it would have melted into the rest of his cybernetic exterior. Beast uttered no words as he simply stared at the pile that covered the blacksmith. Instead he let out a yell of rage. It was heard from the base of the mountain, where innocent climbers were beginning their ascent, to even at the peak, where no life could possibly exist at that altitude.
When Beast stopped screaming, he pick up his axe. He then ran over to a rotting tree and tore off some bark. He wrapped it around the handle of his axe, piled some snow onto it, and crushed it into a grip. Beast once again switched his cybernetic weapons. The electric shock beam was revealed once more. Beast began to shock his battle axe. As the electricity ran through the axe, it heated up. The wood insulated the electricity so that Beast could grab hold of the axe without falling victim to the extreme heat and electric shock. Before reaching the melting point, he stopped the charge.
About this time, Aidan was breaking free of the debris pile that he had been buried in. He was free from the chest up. Beast moved over to the pile and smashed the side of the axe into the monk face. He pushed harded and harder to make sure Aidan felt the pain.
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OoC: Anybody get any word from Selene?
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None. Galefore, what's the word here?
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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Damn, I made this round WAY too short. I'm gonna have to extend that. All aside, yeah, Selene is already eligible for deduction, and in two days its elimination.
ANNOUNCEMENT: This tourney is officially extended until next friday. I'm sorry for any confusion, I was a bit hasty in choosing an end date.
ANNOUNCEMENT: This tourney is officially extended until next friday. I'm sorry for any confusion, I was a bit hasty in choosing an end date.