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I challange anyone,
Basic Gunjin rules,
you choose arena.

Anyone?

The depths of hell?

I suppose I'll give it a try, but probably not until late tomorrow. I'll be flying back and will not have a life then :(

okay

Blake it is then. you can post your intro first.

Eric, unless you understand what this forum is all about and are willing to try your hand at battling around here, I strongly advise you to stop spamming the topics.

Arena: The Back Alleys
The back alleys are often a place for misfits and criminals to get away from pursuing guards. They are also often the place where fights take place. These dark alleys leave a dark history of battles where many have silently fallen. The streets are trashed with obscure tools and weapons, abandoned apartments are torn apart, and windows are shattered into many intimidating pieces.

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It was a cold, dark night that time of day. The villagers had already gone to sleep, their candles slowly flickered out in each of the houses. It was nearing midnight, a time many had feared everyday. A brutal fight had always preceded the night before, often leaving behind a cold corpse. Investigators were too afraid to confront the bloodbaths that tainted the villages walls at that time, arriving many moments too late under the safety of the hovering sun the next morning to clean up the mess.

This night was would be no exception; a man slowly paced along the rooftop of a house. His footsteps were muted by the light drops of rain that splashed into the cobblestone streets below.

The man was clothed in a pitch black shirt and pants with soft brown boots. On the outside, he wore a long tattered brown coat. It stretched up to the bottom of his face; his hood only revealing a pale white face with dark black hair and brown eyes just as shoddy as the coat he wore.

He ducked down as he noticed another figure approaching near his position below. The figure seemed to take a confident stride down the street below even during the menacing night. The man’s heart began to hastily pump, he did not know why, but it was rapidly increasing.

“What an interesting person. He either shows no sign of fear, or no sign of awareness,” he thought to himself.

The man lifted his head as his eyes followed the figure below him.

“He would make a worthy opponent to fight.” At his own statement he abruptly stopped. “What the hell are you thinking? You’re an assassin, not some warrior!”

The man was in complete utter confusion with himself, and he did not know why.

“It’s too risky…” he began. He watched a few moments as the figure began to fade away in the dark. He felt an empty feeling overwhelm his body as the figure grew fainter. “But I haven’t had such a challenge in a long time.”

The figure began to escape his eyes. He would need to make the move soon.

“God damnit” he muttered as he took out a small pad and wrote on it. He carefully removed the piece of paper from it and jabbed it on one of his knives. He clutched the knife and made a deep irritated grunt as he threw the knife.

“Why the hell am I doing this..”

The knife landed short in front of the figure below on one of the building walls. He plucked the knife out.

“Meet me in the back alleys” the note read. The figure seemed to understand and took a turn into one of the darker and concealed streets in the town.

The man leaped down from the building he was on and cautiously stalked his challenger. As he heard the figure’s footsteps come to a stop, he pushed himself against one of the corners of the wall across the street. Almost immediately, he whipped out one of his knives and threw it dead on towards the figure. However, the figure merely caught it and held on to it in the palm of his hand.

The next thing the figure saw was a dark brown cloak get tossed on the road where he came from. Following moments after, the man turned the corner, facing his challenger. A smirk slowly emerged across the man’s face.

“So who’s gonna be using that knife?”

*SWISH* The knife cut the air with a defening scream, but Speed reacted far to quickly for the blade to hit it's target.

“So who’s gonna be using that knife?” A cloaked man said.

"Hopefully me" the hedgehog retorted.
Speed quickly lept with his sword drawn, slashing wildly at the man who continued dodgeing his blows.

"Damn your strong, but I have something just a little bit stronger."

"CHAOS SPEAR"

OOC One: Sorry peeps for bumping an old topic. A while ago me and speed talked about finishing this battle and now it's my turn to pay the 4 month dept back to him.

OOC Two: Hey speed if you use a different move like the chaos spear in the future, would you mind giving me an idea what it looks like and what kind of damage it could/does deal? I was able to manage with the chaos spear since I played SA2 but you may have other moves I am not aware of (my character deals only physical damage FYI).

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A golden aura seemed to emit above the assassin as he clutched his knife firmly in his right hand, assessing his opponent’s attack. He nimbly slipped his feet across the fine cobblestone road and immediately distanced himself from his opponent and his enemy's attack. Unfortunately, the crackling energy above him was faster than his agile movement. Within a flash second, the energy immediately struck down into the assassin’s left shoulder. The powerful jolt of the attack threw him into a state of paralysis for but a fraction of a second as the energy immediately surged through his body and dispersed into the ground. However, that upcoming portion of time would be more than enough for his opponent to unleash his fury as the assassin last saw his opponent rapidly nearing him.

“One second has passed..” he thought to himself. The world around the assassin began to dim into a complete state of darkness, one darker than the midnight sky. The mental scar of the lightning attack was immediately taking toll on his brain, his eyesight in particular, as he began to lose the battle of controlling his own consciousness. With all of his energy, he focused on staying awake, reserving little for the physical battle. He lifted his right arm up in a futile attempt to block his opponent as the hedgehog charged forth. To his advantage, the assassin successfully blocked the hedgehog’s sword. However, shortly thereafter the assassin felt a solid punch crash into his jaw from the right, sending him down into the cobblestone road. Upon landing, he rolled a few times across the road to recover from the brutal punch his opponent dealt before getting up.

“Two seconds…” The assassin got back up on his feet. Though his sight was still too foggy to effectively attack, his bearings began to clear up a little. He found himself backed up against one of the walls of an abandoned apartment complex. He immediately looked to his left and ducked in the nick of time as his opponent’s blade soared horizontally inches above his head. The assassin grasped his forehead in pain as another throbbing impulse in his brain struck, throwing his sight into yet another state of confusion. Going solely on instinct, the assassin completely spun around, grasping the building wall for balance as he backed from his opponent by only a few paces to his left. He heard the crashing of the hedgehog’s blade as it was sent into the apartment’s brittle wall.

“Three.” The hedgehog ripped his blade out of the old, dry wall of the apartment. The assassin finally was able to see clearly, and in a blind fit of rage roared out in agony he repeatedly wailed his right arm about in front of him towards his opponent. He noted the hedgehog immediately backed off approximately ten feet as a precaution.

“Four.” The assassin’s sight cleared up, though his depth perception was still lacking at that point. In a final attempt to buy time, the assassin threw his knife towards the hedgehog. The hedgehog gracefully deflected the soaring knife, sending it across the street as it dug itself into the wall of one of the adjacent buildings.

“Five seconds…” he finally muttered after what felt like an eternity. The assassin’s wits at last were refined close to their original state. He assessed the current situation quickly and noted his other knife lying on the road in front within a foot of his reach.

“He must have dropped it either during his energy attack or during his rampage,” he thought to himself.

He glared at the knife resting near his feet and back at his opponent with a smile. He rushed forward as he reached for his weapon.

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OOC 3: I'm curious if a vet would be interested rating/giving me advice about how I executed this post. I came up with this idea to draw out speed's attack to make it seem so powerful that the five seconds my guy is stunned feels like an eternity. However, I'm not the best at describing attacks so I'm curious if it's too much garbage text for such a short period of time.

OOC: *Uber Bump* Sorry Blake been so long let's do this thing!

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"Chaos Sheild!" A large wave of Green Energy surrounded Speed deflecting the Assassins Blow, Speed Lept in the air and swung at the man with his blade, The Assassin pulled away at the last moment just barely avoiding a Be-Heading.

Speed: Oh, dude you are good!