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Post by Sol on Apr 21, 2014 22:45:39 GMT
Otenta SymphonyVs. -- Judge: Alchemist -- Setting can be requested by a judge -- First post goes to Kuroshimi
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Post by Goflame on Apr 24, 2014 6:15:06 GMT
An old coliseum located in a little town with wildly people echoed loudly though the air from the screams and cheers of the audience . The arena its self was an oval shaped with four pillars each pair located at the two ends of the oval. The walls of the arena looked reinforced while the ground was covered in an orange dirt like sand. Located along the glowing blue walls were small gates that seemed to be for animals, but unlike those were two large gates that seemed to be for .the main combatants which was located past the middle of the pillars at both ends . Inside the stadium were two large VIP rooms that had all a fighter would need like a tv to see the arena, a maid to serve all their needs , a table full of all sorts of food, and an old man siting in front of a chessboard just in case the fighter wanted to test his brain. The room also had a second door which opened automatically to lead the combatant into the arena . Once the fighters are in the arena the gates will close and the walls along with the gates will hold about 1000 volts of electricity.
An hour before he was scheduled to be in the VIP room Kurushimi was enjoying the small little town. He was captivated by their architecture and their culture. Although for reasons easy enough to an archaeologist Kurushiimi's eye caught glimpse of the coliseum's stone . Even with all the traveling he as done this stone was unknown to him and just as he was about to pull out some tools to get samples a guard pushed him along into the VIP room. Inside this room Kurushimi didn't know what to do with himself since there were just to many options but out of all the things he could have done he decided to relax and play a few rounds of chess.Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen today unlike any other day we have two strange outsiders step into this coliseuim. I would introduce these two newcomers but I don't care about their names, so grab your seats folks ,cheer on our combatants and enjoy the carnage. * Once this was said the second door opened letting the cheers echo though out the inside of the stadium. Kurushimi Fukushi took a deep breath using the power of raven skull ring that was on his left had to change forms as he walked down the hall to the rising gate . First his hair grew up to his shoulders and his eyes went from brown to light green. The clothes he wore changed into a black sleeveless jacket with a red shirt underneath that had the symbol of a raven and reaper on it with wings coming from its back. On his side he carries a long black sword in a black sheath. His height changed from 6"4 to 6"7 with a weight of 300 although that would be considered over weight if it was not for the face it was mostly muscle. His footwear was that of the old samurai from back in the day . Now that he was in this form Kurushimi stepped out into the arena walking till he was in front of the pillars, and just as soon as he stepped through the gate fell down behind him closing . * Once both fighters are in and the gate close behind them the announcer would speak again* Announcer: here are the rules don't touch the walls or you will get hurt. Good now fight ! {short recap and what I did } The arena's walls are can electrocuted us I transform before entering the arena
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War
Nu Guardian
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Join Date: March 27th, 2014
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Post by War on Apr 24, 2014 22:40:06 GMT
There was a red sky, covered with a black moon - it's blood pink light shining down on the coal floor that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Only a few black spires lifted from the ground that resembled trees, but it was trickery - a facade. Otenta stood in the center of this place - his Golden eyes forward - slowly turning into a maroon color. Gaping holes rifted in the ground around him, leading in a pit of pure darkness that seemed to want to reach up towards him and drag him down.
What was odd enough is that everything was quiet, tranquil, and silence. He couldn't even hear the thump of his heart as he stood there, sluggish in every movement he made. His eyes eyes finally peered down, and there he saw the glowing eyes of collective hundreds of faces. Something spark a light of fear in him and they jerked closer, their breathing now sounding within this noiseless world.
Otenta began to panic - for they were getting closer. Lighting began flashing in the sky - every light blinding him for only a moment to reveal that these eyes had grown even closer. They were almost out of the hole, they were about to reach out and grab him - but before they did.
He jerked away with a start and a heavy breath.
"Otenta! Wake up! Can you-"
"Yes, Atena, yes!" Otenta said, running his fingers through his black hair, his face contorted into a look of mild pain, "How long have I been out?"
Grimoire Atena hovered over him and stayed quiet for a moment before answering, "About six hours."
"Six." He said casually as he rubbed his head, "I'm probably late for my next appointment."
"If we rush, we'll be there in about fifteen minutes." There was a pause, a ponder that went through Atena's mind, "Are you alright, Otenta?"
"Yeah." He said as he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing Atena and placing her in his back satchel, "I'm fine."
He wasn't, but he had dealt with worse, much worse, than Nightmares. He prepared his staff, letting it unfold into the full length - the red blades that pulsed with magical power slowly extending to full size before he started his way on to the next tournament arena. If the coordinates were accurate - this fight wouldn't like his last one with him meeting, speaking with, and parting ways with his last opponent.
Otenta soon arrived at the meeting place - inside of the Arena. His eyes were low, the gold of them shimmering in the hanging lights far up above, the gleaming sun making him sweat a little. He entered in sluggishly, using his staff/spear as a walking stick until he stopped in front of some pillars on the opposite side of his opponent - who did the exact same thing - the gates slamming shut with a loud crack.
Otenta, the only breed of demon of his kind to be created to date, wasn't all that muscular - but he was still superhumanly strong. He preferred magic and not having to work up a sweat to get his bounties - or wins I should say. He had black hair that was grown to chin length and liquid golden eyes that seemed more lazy and relaxed - or demonic - than focused. Dressed in his own style of jeans, a grey shirt, and his faux fur black coat - he didn't seem like anything more than a punk.
It was the exuding demonic power that came from his grimoire that made him feel threatening - as well as the soft resonating noise that hummed from the blades of his magi-spear. Otenta waved his hand at his opponent, a devilish grin starting break out at the corner of his lips.
"Good luck, buddy. Don't sprain anything."
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Post by Goflame on Apr 26, 2014 18:45:20 GMT
* Kurushimi pats his right shoulder laughing softly to the co mment * I know I am old ,but don't worry friend I will be okay I made sure to stretch twice today and even had a chess game, but thanks and good luck to you too
* The announcer looked pissed seeing the two combatants just stand there talking and the crowd was not looking to happy either. Actually on a better point they were about to start chucking food down into the arena.* Announcer: Okay you two it is time to fight . * the announcer took a deep breath before saying in a mortal kombat voice* Round one FIGHT
Kurushimi sighed while sliding his feet a little and slightly bending his knees.not wasting a single movement or rhythm in his flow he moved his hand down from his shoulder onto the sword's handle drawing it slowly upward before he lowered his left hand downward with the palm slightly facing down *
Well lets get started then shall we entertain these lovely people Pal.
* With that said Kurushimi's sword would come down quickly releasing a Razor Wind slash which held the same sharpness as his blade solidify a few feet away upon release. Kurushimi tighten his grip on his sword removing the resistance of the air from his slashing allowing it to go even faster then it should. He did not mean for this to actually hit him he just wanted a momentary distraction from the white sparks that are starting to come from his left hand . Although with a closer look a small white flame might be seen starting to embed itself and cover the center of his palm.
Announcer : Ooooh it looks like the first move has been done ! The match is finally getting somewhere !
*Suddenly Kurushimi flinched feeling a bit of his fighting spirit or better known as ki/chi being sapped away by the ring. To everyone else mostly the audience the flinch just seemed random and odd .
{main points } Palm(0)
Transformation being paid
A slash made out of wind as sharp as the sword was lunched ( you can take over the announcer if you want to make your own comments )
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War
Nu Guardian
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Join Date: March 27th, 2014
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Post by War on Apr 28, 2014 12:24:50 GMT
As the man quickly entered into a combative positioned - the lumped over and exhausted stance quickly changed. Knees bent, his golden eyes almost glowing with focus - he spun his staff in his hand and leveled it at the man, the red pronged blades at the end began to glow with a deep tinged red color - looking as if he were charging up for a spell - the scent of burned cider filling the air as he did.
He didn't really care about the entertainment of the people in the stadium - more so he cared about the enjoyment of the battle itself. He and his opponent were all that mattered - although he wouldn't hesitate to raze everyone preparing to throw their food down at them if he felt the need.
"May you fight well - my friend - and may your hand be as steady as steel." Otenta particularly wasn't the friendliest of individuals, but the aura of the man before him seemed well enough - no reason not to show some gauge of respect.
Though, as he released his first attack, Otenta took only a single step back, whispering words that seemed more like a hiss. They echoed in another language, one that was filled with dark energy - to which his free hand was placed over the Grimoire that hovered closer to his left side. The book had flown from his satchel and opened on it's own - the pages turning almost everlastingly until Otenta stopped them with his fingers.
That brief sentence he had spoken and invocation of a spell - a rather weak one - but one enough to be manifested from the air in front of him and bolted at his opponent in a ray of blue electricity. The spell wasn't built to kill, more so to stun, but Otenta's aim was to rip through the oncoming attack through disruption and if any power of the bolt remained - his hope was that it would stun the target. If not, that was well and fine.
It was at that time that the announcer chimed in, "And the second strike has been made! Seems like things are getting off to a heated start. About time I say!"
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Post by Goflame on Apr 30, 2014 22:23:25 GMT
When the two attacks collide canceling each other out causing a minor explosion with very little dust from it. The announcer laughs as he speaks “ Whoooaaaa such fierce display of power who knows what will happen next!!“ * The audience roars going wild from such a display * Heh Looks like this distance thing can go on for a while. * With that said he grips the ground with his feet and uses Ankai by channeling his fighting spirit or better said ki . Using this Kurushimi lunches himself forward leaving no trail on the ground of his movement as he held his sword to the left side of his body. Not even a cloud of dust came up as he moves towards his foe. Kurushimi lessened the air resistance to none on himself though he was already moving at a speed an untrained eye can’t follow. Thanks to the lack of air resistance he was going even faster.Due to the movement of speed the air would be flowing pass his glowing palm feeding the flame in the center letting it grow bigger and faster. Once the distance was closed Kurushimi he slide his foot as he was coming to a stop at the right side of his foe. While turning his foot he swung his sword horizontally across using the power of the rotation and the speed which both add force to his attack. Even with the force of all this into the strike Kurushimi did not assume it was strong enough and tighten his grip on the sword manipulating the air pressure making the strike land harder.
During this Kurushimi kept his hand down at this point the palm of his hand would be covered in a white flame that was spreading to the rest of his hand faster than before as he channels more into it while he strikes . On the down side of this Kurushimi can feel that staying in this state will eventually start taking his toll . The audience and announcer gasping having lost sight of Kurushimi due to none of them having trained their eyes to follow such speed. Palm(1 plus The air feeding the flames of his hand making it stronger and spread faster on covering his hand ) 1+
Transformation being paid
quick draw slash + this slash should be counted as a prep since it is behing enhanced by the speed, rotation and the air pressure. the break down would be slash+speed+rotation+pressure= strike+
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Post by Sol on May 5, 2014 4:36:18 GMT
Otenta is disqualified due to timeout.
Kurushimi Advances to the Championship Round!
The wheel of fate is turning....
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