~The Tournament~ [Tery/Zook win!]

[Zook]

Chon's magical energy reserves were running a bit low after his series of magical techniques. Wanting to conserve his remaining power, he brought up his staff and held it in a defensive position; he barely had time to do so, because as soon as Warren got up, he towards him at a frightening rate.

 

[Fuzz]

Warren pulled out his swords while sped up and swung wildly with a series of furious slashes.
This guy's suprisingly good at close range combat.....
but...
*slash*

 

[Zook]

Warren's wild flurry of blades was too much for Chon to keep up with; one of his Recimitars tore into his chest, cutting a deep gash into him. He fell to the ground, clutching to his staff like a life raft as blood began oozing from his wound.

His breif thought of using his most powerful technique died as he remembered that Warren had inxeplicably resisted every single one of his illusion spells practically instantaneouly, even without any reason to believe that they were illusions. Obviously, it occured to Chon that Warren was either a) a closet illusionist with an extensive knowladge of every single illusion spell b) mindless, as illusions don't effect the mindless c) extremely in the favor of an unseen god, which almost seemed to be controlling him.

With that, he managed to call "I give in!," ending the match between them.

 

[quirkynature]

((Ooc: I'm sorry, but I'd really wanted to see more of Chon. Fuzz, WTF? You ***** this match completely. WTF dude. Chon FTW.)

 

[Lore]

((OoC: Zook, you didn't lose.

Fuzz, you are disqualified for extreme godmodding. The entire fight is considered invalid, and Zook is declared to be the winner. "Warren" will be unconcsious for the remainder of the tournament, and "Chon" will only have minor wounds.

We warned you about this, but you still crossed the line.

Come on man, did you really expect someone to fight perfectly after a **** crossbow bolt goes through his shoulder?

Oh, and you can still join the next tournament.))

 

[Terywj [태리]]

((OOC: Werekill, you should OOC things. I understand you're frustrated but there's no need to be so angry. Also, for future reference, if you have anything extraneous to the matches, kinda like Quirky's post please use PM or VM for that. Thanks.))

A plethora of guards appeared surrounding Warren as Chon called it quits. A couple guards also appeared in front of Chon, aiming to take any possible hits. "Warren Stone. Your fight is over. Everything has ruled in Chon's favor with your unsportsmanlike conduct and combat. We are sorry, but you are disqualified."

A guard extended his hand to Chon, hoping to help him up.

 

[Lore]

((OoC: Sorry, I was hurrying to post that during church. It won't happen again. Probably.

Who's next?))

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Another guard announced the next matchup. "Would Quain and Rettuc please step forward. You two are the next matchup."

Tery sat in the stands and pondered about the last fight. Chon seemed like he was holding back potential. Tery looked in his direction. He was sure of one thing. If Chon was his next opponent he would have to be very prepared.

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

Seph looked over towards the remaining contender.

"Hmph, I guess that make you my next next opponent. This makes it easier to prepare.” Seph said to himself.

He then looked back at the stadium to watch the next battle.

 

[quirkynature]

Quain grinned psychotically, his swords crooning with pleasure. He scoffed with disdain at Warren Stone and nodded in respect towards Chon.

He stood up, the leather scabbards creaking slightly under the pressure of his grip, and began his way down to the arena.

"Rettuc, is it?" Quain called to his opponent. "The only way you're getting to the next round is over my dead body."

He laughed at his own joke before he unsheathed his swords with lazy flicks of his wrists, the scabbards arcing through the air to land near the edge of the arena, just before the stands.

 

[cutter]

Excitement swelled all over Rettuc as he eagerly stepped into the arena and closed in on Quain at a comfortable distance. His leather jacket swirled around slightly as he unsheathed his sword -- Volta.

"Pleased to meet you Quain," replied Rettuc in a very slight cynical manner. He kneeled down slightly as he collected himself. He could just feel the energy brimming through him as his short hair started to stand on end. Getting back up slowly, he stuck Volta outward pointing toward Quain, beginning to transfer a slight charge into the air.

"I can assure that you have never faced someone like me before." Rettuc pulled back Volta to his side, smiled slightly, and kneeled down again, touching the ground with his free left hand and reducing the electrical resistance of the ground in the process.

 

[quirkynature]

Quain's psychotic grin softened as he detected something amiss. He felt slightly uncomfortable, like his clothes were a tad too small for him.

"Pleasure's all yours!" He snarled before Rushing at Rettuc, his swords held out his sides, ready to swipe them across his opponent.

 

[Fuzz]

((thats fine, Apologies for kinda ruining it for zook and again for breaking the rules.))

 

[cutter]

Rettuc locked eyes with Quain. "Perfect," he thought to himself, "He has two pieces of metal instead of one." Rettuc thrust out his left arm out into a palm with Volta still at his side in his other hand and generated a strong electric field. He could feel charge being ripped from the already-ionized air as a distinct arc of electricity emerged and directed the surge directly at Quain's right sword.

 

[quirkynature]

An arc of electricity slapped Quain's right sword in the middle of his Rush, the metal conducting the surge beautifully.

Quain fell to the ground, spasming, his own weapons betraying him. His overcoat hadn't protected him. His muscles bunched up, and his hands tightened upon his swords. Unfortunately, he couldn't get up, either.

 

[cutter]

Rettuc knew his opponent wasn't expecting the simple surge of electricity he had just projected. Noticing that Quain had fallen to the ground, Rettuc easily remembered that he'd greatly lowered the electrical resistance of the ground. He clenched the Volta with both hands and slammed it hard into the ground with all his might giving out a notable cry as he concentrated hard. He directed electricity from his body into Volta and into the ground, hoping to complete the circuit and send a lethal current through the prone Quain.

 

[quirkynature]

Quain saw Rettuc slam his sword into the ground and cry out. He scrambled to get up, and was on his knees when a massive current went right through him.

He tasted blood as he bit his tongue, and he thanked whoever made swords, for the rubber grip prevented his palms from blistering. And he couldn't help but wonder, as he was being electrocuted, why the rubber grip hadn't worked before.

 

[Lore]

((OoC: By the way, if an electric current is strong enough, it can pass through rubber.

Carry on.))

 

[cutter]

Rettuc could feel the resistance of the ground starting to return back to normal. Sensing this, he pulled Volta out of the ground and returned back to what he knew was effective against Quain. He would rather conserve energy and save his more devastating attacks for much later on. Rettuc thrust out his left palm again and generated another electric field, causing a similar electric arc as the first one to be projected directly at Quain's right sword.

"Maybe you should quit while you have the chance. I wasn't lying when I told you that you haven't faced someone like me beforehand," renounced Rettuc.

 

[quirkynature]

Through a haze of red, Quain dimly made out the words, and some understanding of relief came through.

His muscles wouldn't respond, though, and it wasn't because they were still bunched up. It was because he was dead.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

A set of guards reappeared on the field. They prevented Rettuc from moving any muscle, just as a preliminary caution. A medic checked Quain's pulse, and confirmed his death. Two guards rushed on with a stretcher and immediately disappeared into the inner workings of the Coliseum.

"Rettuc is the winner of the third match. Would the last two participants please step forward and onto the battlefield."

 

[finalark]

I got up from my seat where I had been silently observing the matches and entered the battlefield. I knew exactly what kind of tournament this was, the unpredictable kind. I sighed and hoped that my skill would be enough to take on my foe.

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

Seph got up from his seat and slowly walked towards the battlefield. "A death already? Hmm, I suppose if this last contestant is like the others, I better keep my guard up." Seph thought.

Seph looked up and down the enemy before withdrawing his sword. "The names Seph. I go by a principal, that I always exchange names with my opponents. Just in case they wonder who they're killer is by the end. I don't think I remember yours, what was it again?"

 

[Lore]

((OoC: Seph, can you change your font color or just not use one at all? It's a little too dark, and it's annoying to try to read it.))

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

((OoC: No problem))

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

((OoC: I don't want to be rude, but come on.))

 

[Terywj [태리]]

((OOC: Finalark has been given a notification. He gets a grace period but will be kicked out in worst case scenario.))

 

[quirkynature]

(OOC: How long is grace period? For general info?))

 

[Terywj [태리]]

((OOC: Because this is the first situation, we'll give him until tomorrow. However in the future all grace periods last 48 hours after the responding post (in this case Seph's).))

 

[finalark]

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, lots of stuff going on IRL so I probably won't be able to keep up with this for too long).

The match started, I made my move, as swiftly and fiercely as I could I cried, "GUNGIR!" My leg was aflame and I brought my foot to my foe's face.

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

Seph attempted to duck the kick but it was too late and connected which knocked him back with Seph landing on his feet. Seph touched his jaw with his hand to confort the pain. "I see your not one for words."

Seph charged his opponant and acted with an upward slash shouting "Arial Rush!"

 

[finalark]

Before I knew it I was in the air, I stabilized myself only to suddenly realize I was speeding toward the ground with my adversary in pursuit from the air. I readied myself for the impact and hit the ground hard. He was close, and ready to strike again, I pulled back my fist and cried, "Mjolnir!"

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

Speeding towards the ground Seph charged his opponent. He noticed the enemy shouting and pulling back his fist. Remembering the kick that was used earlier and the shout he made using it, Seph jumped to the conclusion that his opponent was using another attack. Seph used his strength to move out of the way of the blow, but the momentum was already against him. Seph spun out of control towards the ground and crashed.

Wincing from the pain as he got up he noticed he was lucky enough to avoid the blow along with his opponent wide open for attack. With not a moment to lose Seph shouted "Oblivions Draw!" and charged his opponent for a final attack.

 

[finalark]

It was only a few second but it felt like an eternity as the pain of a thousand sword slashes cut though me. I felt as if I was nearly dead, I saw though my blurred vision that he was open for a counterattack. Now would be the time to use it. I knew that if this attack failed it would be over for me. "Hrotti!" I cried as my entire body erupted into flame. I was faster and stronger now if only for a brief period of time, I charged at my foe with my fist ready to give a mighty, final blow.

 

[Sephiroths Masamune]

Noticing that the enemy was still moving and had enough strength to fight. Seph cried out "I give up! I used up all my power in that last attack, I was sure that you'd be down, but I miscalculated." Seph exhausted as he was, stumbled out of the arena to clear for the next match.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

The guards watched with moderate curiosity as Seph walked himself out of the arena.

A guard announced: "May the four remaining contestants please step forward, and claim a number from 1 to 4."

Terywj Zero stepped out silently. He looked at the remaining players, Chon, Rettuc, and the unnamed person who just fought. He then turned to look at the guards, his eyes bright with a fire. "I select the number 3," he stated.

 

[cutter]

With eagerness surging through him, Rettuc jumped at the opportunity to pick a number while there still was some selection.

"I'm picking 4," burst out Rettuc.

 

[Zook]

Chon took a step forward, rubbing his recently healed wounds. "I choose 3," he said, loud and clear.

A guard walked up behind him. "That's already been taken," ahe whispered in his ear.

"...Make that 1," Chon said blushing.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

"That leaves the unnamed man with #2," a guard said. Everyone nodded, and a new guard stepped up. "Alright. Randomly generated, pairings of these numbers will commence." Tery looked at the remaining people again, and wondered which one of these three men would become his next opponent.

A guard ran up to the new guard, whispering something in his ear. The guard stated, "The pairs have been decided." Up in the sky above the coliseum, 1:3, 2:4 were flashed via sparking torches. Tery's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at Chon. A smile spread across the guards face, "However, don't think that this person you are matched with is your opponent..." Tery then understood. "This is...?" A few of the guards nodded. "That's right! The finals are a team match! The remaining two will be claimed victors of this tournament!" Some people in the audience began to cheer. "Terywj and Chon, you will take on Rettuc and...the other guy," the guard felt awkward saying the unnamed person, but that was that.

So then. Tery turned and walked up to Chon, extending a hand. "You ready, partner?"

 

[cutter]

Rettuc's excitement rose to a fever pitch. Although he was fully expecting another round of 1v1 battles, he liked the sudden change of events to keep everyone honest. He looked toward his new partner with a bit of trepidation.

"You still haven't told me your name, but I can guarantee you I won't kill you like what happened to my last opponent," mentioned Rettuc with a bit of joking hinted in. "I'm almost certain we can find a way to synergize our powers and abilities to create an unstoppable force," he then continued in a more serious tone.