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Hewitt
07-01-2013, 12:16 AM
Amidst the fighting between thugs and trainees, the walls revealed tiny slits unseen to the human eye as invisible laser lights covered the area, scanning the fighter's bodies and revealing to The Host all their little secrets, strengths, and weaknesses. He glowered, leaning back on his console chair as he admired the scene from afar in his quaint little control room. Slowly, the thugs began to dissipate and disband as the speakers of the warehouse blared to life.

"Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!"

A high-pitched whirring sound interrupted their brawl as a huge tesla cannon that resembled a highly exaggerated sci-fi prop emanated from the Warehouse's ceiling. It begun to blast the fighters into oblivion one by one. Or so they thought. The Host had actually zapped them into another dimension; one that would surely test their true limits.

"No rest for the wicked as they say...let the first rounds commence."



wRHG Tournament: Round 1 Battles


Tournament Fighters_Ai_
Anywho
Azure Kite
blakphoenix
Chamel
ErrorBlender
GamerXD8
Lobotomizer
merich1
The Organization
Rochedan
saintmccaw
Shadowkirby
The Strongest



Objective
Welcome everyone! Now for the moment you've all been waiting for. This thread will act as a hub for all the Round 1 entries and other miscellanea. It doesn't get any simpler than this: as soon as you see who you're up against and where the battle is taking place, start writing your respective battles and post them on here IN SPOILERS. As soon as both entries from the same bracket are posted, I will make a new thread with a poll and the voting may begin! By the end of the week since that thread's creation, the written work with the most votes will be the winner of that round! Well...not exactly. Onto specifics...



wRHG Tournament Battle Mechanics
This tournament is special in that we will be using a Point System to determine the victor of each round. Whoever has the most accumulated points at the end of each Round wins (and will get a Bye in the 2nd Round). And if you lose, your points will still determine how you will be seeded in the Loser's Bracket. Let's go over these Mechanics one by one shall we?

Votals - Natch. In every voting period after both entries are submitted, every vote is worth FIVE points.

Themes - Every Round will have their own common theme by which all participants should adhere. It could be anything: a special element, a unique win condition, a debilitating or strengthening modifier for either competitor. Anything. For this Round, the theme is called Evening the Odds. More on that later.

Ante - Feel like the votes will trump your entry against the midcarder by sheer popularity? Think you actually write better than the other guy? Why don't you put your money where your mouth is and bet a sliver of your points for twice the amount! Every Round, there will be 3 kinds of Ante's available: Easy, Medium, and Hard. Each of them will cost you 5, 10, and 15 points respectively and would reward you with 10, 20, and 30 points as a result.

Before the start of every round, you may declare your right to take ONE Ante. The Ante will then be revealed...usually an extra thing to write or a new win condition. You must then write to that Ante and if you are successful, you gain double the amount of points. If you lose or fail it, you lose the amount of the original cost. Please note that every Ante is different for every bracket. An Easy Ante for Azure Kite for example, would be different than the Easy Ante for Lobotomizer if they are not fighting together in the same bracket.

Clarifications:
- You may not pick the same Ante as your opponent.
- Once you see the Ante's condition, you may no longer back out. If you fail to deliver, you will lose those points you bet.
- Your Ante applies to YOU only. Even if it concerns another player, that player does not need to adhere to the Ante's rules as long as it ain't his.

Bonus Wins - In addition to the current objective of the Round, there will be an extra Bonus Win condition that is constant for all the Rounds. Points for this Bonus element will always be constant: 20 pts.

CNC Benefits - Competitors will get 10 extra points for every battle in this tournament they CNC. They must both vote AND comment why they voted for that person. It could be as simple as just liking some specific thing. CNC Points will not count if the comment is vague or unhelpful and you can only CNC a maximum of THREE times. Moreso, if the cnc is extremely detailed, explaining more than just one thing, the cnc-er will get an extra 5 points.

Judge's Favor - In any of the votable threads in any round, if a judge has deemed an entry very exceptional, fully utilizing the environment given to him, he will recieve Me or acute's blessing by announcing so. A judge's favor grants an extra 15 pts to your current score.



What do I do?
1. On the bottom of this post you will find this round's bracket as well as the conditions and theme which may or may not alter how the round will play out.

2. You must first post here as a sign that you are still alive and active with the following:- Acknowledge your participation by saying who you're fighting agaisnt in this round.
- Mention the Ante that you wish to take if any (Easy Medium Hard), otherwise just say "No Ante"3. You may then begin writing your entry as usual: with you as the victor. You may then post it in this thread as well when you're done. IN SPOILERS. Please DO NOT make your own thread. No googledocs. No textuploaders. You must. Post it here.

4. As soon as I have both entries of the same bracket, I will put up a voting thread in the battles section and the voting may commence. If your opponent fails to produce an entry and post here, he/she will be forced to forfeit and the other guy will move on to the next round!

5. Aaaand that's it. You have until a week and a half from now AKA July 10, 2013 to post all your entries. The deadlines for the polls themselves will be a week from whence they are posted.



Theme
Our theme for this round is Evening the Odds. In our last bout, the rankings were based on Strogest writer to Weakest, with the rankings ultimately pitting them against each other to avoid early clashes. For this round, the lower seeds AKA the weaker ranks will have an ADVANTAGE that will even them up with their opponent for that round. The Strong writers should be able to handle a ramp in difficulty, while the weak ones will have a chance at being the best they can be. These ADVANTAGES are mostly location biases, with some of them being augmentations and debilitations to the lowseeds and highseeds respectively. Here are the brackets and their conditions:

"Strong vs Weak" Bracket for Round 1:

Lobotomizer vs merich1 (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74020-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Kalena-Eirwen-(Lobotomizer)-vs-Pencillum-(merich1))The wizard that gave birth to Pencillium's powers was also once a great teacher and instructor of the pencil art. In this Abandoned School for Gifted Wizards, classrooms and staff rooms abound. Just imagine your typical school setting with 2 exceptions: 1) Pencilliums Magical Pencils litter almost every room as they are considered default office supplies in this place. and 2) The School is actually floating using high amounts of magic, 10,000 ft above the Earth away from prying eyes. It is not sitting on anything and just the school itself is floating so as a result, no decent earthen soil can be found (rendering Kalena's sword power useless).

Lobotomizer has initiated a Hard Ante: Corvon was left at the Warehouse when you got zapped, stranding you alone. The school also has actually a defense mechanism that prevents interlopers, cutting off any magical essence surrounding it. Kalena and Pencillium must now deal with the fact that the entire school is going to fall into the earth in FIVE minutes. Even worse, one of the school's children is lost and hiding in the classrooms. So to summarize, you must a) save this child, b) defeat pencillium without Corvon, and c) somehow do it all within the span of FIVE minutes.

blakphoenix vs Azure Kite (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?73710-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Cruz-amp-Zeno-(Azure-Kite)-vs-Zero-(blakphoenix))A wizard once lived in this now crumbling brick-laden spire sitting on top of a hill in the middle of an abyss; a 100 ft drop into nowhere. It is said that the the tower itself was once a beacon of light that protected itself from danger. Now The Host has requisitioned this spire for his tournament and wouldn't you know, The Tower itself requires GEMS to power up...

Note to Azure Kite: When you make your post in this thread, you must choose FIVE of the SEVEN gems (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?64186-quot-Zero-quot-The-First-Element-(Ready-for-a-challenge-or-CnC)) blakphoenix' character possesses. Those gems will be extracted from his sword and locked in an indestructible glass orb on the top of this tower and he will NOT have any access to those elements for the rest of the fight.

Update: Zero cannot use the following gems in this Round: Fire, Water, Wind, Lightning, Ice

ErrorBlender vs GamerXD8 (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74127-wRHG-Tournament-R1-Bl-An-C-(ErrorBlender)-vs-Lucario-(GamerXD))Here in the heart of this enormous factory is the place where Technical Machines are made. They come in every shape and size, and at an infinite number, and even include some experimental ones that Lucario might not know of yet. Even better, is that the entire Corporate HQ is housed by a Psi-Emitter in order to prevent industrial espionage. This basically means that Aura is EVERYWHERE and at the total utility of anyone capable of mastering the art of Aura Manipulation!

GamerXD8 has initiated an Easy Ante: Between Lucario and Blanc, you must both use a total of 8 TMs from the factory. Blanc MUST use at least 3. Note that equipment lying around the factory is available to use TMs if you inherently cannot.

ErrorBlender has initiated a Medium Ante: You must write the entire battle without any of the characters uttering a single word. Even exclamations (Ow! Damn!). Not even your character's internal monologue is allowed. Both characters must communicate using the power of body language and action.

Anywho vs saintmccaw (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74095-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Ned-(Anywho)-vs-Mccaw-the-Saint-(saintmccaw))Long ago a couple of manly sailors ventured into the ocean depths to try and discover a new power source. They never got to it, and so their submarine remained untouched in the abyss for centuries until The Host decided it was a good idea to fool around in it. This rickety old sub is a WWII-era vessel with outdated equipment and cramped confined spaces that would make a claustrophic die.

In addition, the place is in ABSOLUTE darkness (both in the sub and out in the ocean) making any vision unacceptable but consistent with any other vision. Therefore, The Saint's Evil Eye ability gains none of its usual weaknesses here. He can also have it on all the time. In addition, there is a weapons locker at the very back of the sub that contains every kind of melee weapon known to man (no guns here however). The problem is, can you find it in this place?

Note that you can make something to be able to see but by default, darkness blankets the area.

Anywho has initiated a Medium Ante: This battle must involve the active (both characters must come into contact with it) participation of a gargantuan sea creature that is bigger than the submarine. It cannot be the reason The Saint loses, however and you still have to defeat him yourself.

saintmccaw has initiated an Easy Ante: Beat your opponent without ever using a single weapon in the Armory (for both characters). You can still stumble upon it though.

The Strongest vs _Ai_ (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74130-wRHG-Tournament-R1-Walden-(The-Strongest)-vs-Aiman-(_Ai_))Empire Monks would train in this mystical dimension, in order to hone their elemental masteries. The Garden is but a medium-sized lot with nothing but grass and a huge tree in the middle. This tree is actually hollow and has many climbable areas from within. A river also runs between the plains and under this tree, forming a yin-yang symbol on the inside. Because of its location in the equinox, the sun also rises every 10 minutes and sets at about the same time.

In addition, Aiman's elemental powers are augmented in this place. He has a seemingly bottomless amount of mana and cannot tire at all when using his elements. However, the singularity of this realm has caused his elements to shuffle and he CANNOT use every element willingly. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?51013-wRHG-Aiman) Everytime the sun rises and sets ONLY ONE element is usable for him. It rotates in this order: Nature, Ice, Fire, Water, Electric, Earth, Wind. Dark and Trance are blocked in this realm and he may not use them.

_Ai_ has initiated an Easy Ante: A planetary wobble has caused the garden to remain in stasis for a "day". Aiman must win with only 2 of his 7 elements. He can pick which one to start with, but the 2nd one must always be the subsequent one in the pattern. (You can pick Fire then Water but not Fire then Electric)


The Strongest has initiated a Medium Ante: You must showcase every one of Aiman's 7 available elements (in order, mind you) before you can finish the battle. You may start with any element for as long as the sequence is followed.

The Organization vs Rochedan (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74037-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Acel-(The-Organization)-vs-Luther-Wright-(Rochedan))The pair are taken to a Maximum Security Prison Planet beyond time and space, housing some of the most fiendish mutants to ever roam the galaxy. And guarded by seemingly harmless security drones and wall mounted turrets. But somehow this Prison feels familiar to Acel. It is in fact, a prison in which she will end up in sooner or later in the future, or already has at one point in his past. In this timeline, Acel is a shackled inmate with his arms and legs chained up.

While they are made of any kind of metal easily destroyed, the real feature is in a tiny chip in Acel's head that shocks her everytime she uses her speed. The shocks are mild and annoying at first, but begin to get seriously debilitating after the 3rd shock onwards, fraying her nerves and causing her to paralyze if she is not careful. Acel's gear is also missing, such as the Aether Shield.

Rochedan has initiated a Medium Ante: By the end of this battle, Rochedan must gain a significant insight about both himself and his opponent. The insight must be significant enough to deeply affect his character in the longrun.

Shadowkirby vs Chamel (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?73947-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Todesber%FChrung-(Shadowkirby)-vs-Chance-(Chamel))Ever since the robot uprisings, this abandoned automated slaughterhouse has just been sitting in the middle of this frozen wasteland for centuries. Until now. In this battleground, the inhabitants and workers have since left or deserted all operations and yet somehow, its tireless AI still works the animals there to death. Bodies of pigs, cows, and chickens messily litter the scene as pools of both wet AND dry blood are stored in vats all over the facility. Other than that, it's your standard factory with conveyor belts, narrow walkways, and machinery.

Oh yeah, and the workers once tried rebelling against the Mother AI of the plant, causing a huge explosion in the west wing...bringing quite the icy breeze into the facility, doubling it as a refrigerator unit. Power is shot and will occasionally flicker to life but not enough to sustain heat from within the factory.

Shadowkirby has initiated a Medium Ante: In addition to beating Chance, Todesberührung must also take on the Factory's Rogue AI (who will try to kill both competitors) and disable or destroy it.

Chamel has initiated an Easy Ante: During the battle, Chance's bi-curious sexual orientation must be explored, including why or how he is that way. Todesberührung must be made aware of this fact.



Bonus Condition
For this Round, the Bonus Condition is simply an Early Bird Bonus. Whoever posts their entry in the respective bracket first, gets the instant 20 points.


We've evened the playing field for everybody. May the odds be in your favor!




OH YEAH ONE MORE THING: If you have any inquiries or clarifications, feel free to ask them in this thread for both the benefit of me and your opponent.



RESULTS ARE IN!!! CLICK HERE FOR THE SCORES!!! (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?73562-wRHG-Tournament-Round-ONE-Evening-the-Odds-(SCORES-ARE-UP!!!)&p=1039814&viewfull=1#post1039814)

Azure
07-01-2013, 01:01 AM
I, Azure Kite, am fighting against blakphoenix.
No Ante
Five Gems: Fire, Water, Wind, Lightning, Ice

Shadowkirby
07-01-2013, 01:08 AM
1. Shadowkirby, fighting against Chamel
2. Medium Ante

I don't really know how this Ante works. Also what gems is Azure Kite's talking about?

blakphoenix
07-01-2013, 01:18 AM
blakphoenix here, my challenge is facing Azure Kite.

No Ante

It's in my Nature to Rock a handicap. Good luck Azure. :D

The Organization
07-01-2013, 01:19 AM
1. Shadowkirby, fighting against Chamel
2. Medium Ante

I don't really know how this Ante works. Also what gems is Azure Kite's talking about?
Don't worry about it, the gems thing is unique to Azure Flame Kite and blakphoenix's battle

The Organization is now commencing hostilities with Rochedan
No ante
#This fight hard enough already >: ), lookin foward to teh challenge

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 01:20 AM
1. Shadowkirby, fighting against Chamel
2. Medium Ante

I don't really know how this Ante works. Also what gems is Azure Kite's talking about?

The gems are blakphoenix's RHG's weapon. For their fight, Azure can choose which gems would disadvantage blakphoenix.

Antes are basically ways for you to improve your score, by gambling the currect score you got (the total current score so it wont be a negative this Round). By betting on some points, an extra win condition, or element is unleashed for you to deal with and it will only be revealed once you make the pledge. You cannot back out when you see the condition.

So for you, the Medium Ante for you fight is this: In addition to beating Chance, Todesberührung must also take on the Factory's Rogue AI (who will try to kill both competitors) and disable or destroy it.


omg lol sorry gaiz I forgot to add that votes give 5 pts each. I've also made the pt gains and losses for Antes divisible by five to avoid anymore confusing numbers.

Xate
07-01-2013, 01:22 AM
Lucario vs Blast Android Class
Challenge: Easy Ante.
I'm nooby, but I pride myself on my polt-making skill. (Hope it's not over-confidence)
And one question: Is the order of the list according to the ranking?

The Organization
07-01-2013, 01:24 AM
Does the Ante affect both participants or just the requester, i.e. in the example you gave, would chamel's story have to include the rogue A.I, despite the fact that he does not need to beat it?

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 01:34 AM
Lucario vs Blast Android Class
Challenge: Easy Ante.
I'm nooby, but I pride myself on my polt-making skill. (Hope it's not over-confidence)
And one question: Is the order of the list according to the ranking?

Easy Ante Revealed: Between Lucario and Blast, you must both use a total of 8 TMs from the factory. He MUST use at least 3.



Does the Ante affect both participants or just the requester, i.e. in the example you gave, would chamel's story have to include the rogue A.I, despite the fact that he does not need to beat it?

Just the requester. Chamel doesn't need to beat the rogue AI. Also, Chamel may no longer acquire the Medium Ante as it is already taken by Shadowkirby.

_Ai_
07-01-2013, 01:47 AM
Nerf + Buff. I dont have anything to say bout' that. Should be interesting.

Aiman VS Walden.
Easy Ante.

Not confident for medium, or hard.

Xate
07-01-2013, 01:53 AM
Hm...To use a disk, a TM is required. Now that you say it, Bl.An.C. can use it, too. Hm...How can an android use it? Perhaps...the TM draws energy from its user, be it aura or energy. Ok. And the "He must use at least 3"=??

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 02:45 AM
Nerf + Buff. I dont have anything to say bout' that. Should be interesting.

Aiman VS Walden.
Easy Ante.

Not confident for medium, or hard.

Easy Ante for _Ai_: A planetary wobble has caused the garden to remain in stasis for a "day". Aiman must win with only 2 of his 7 elements. He can pick which one to start with, but the 2nd one must always be the subsequent one in the pattern. (You can pick Fire then Water but not Fire then Electric)

***Note that doing Antes are not necessary, but if you fail to do it, you will lose the points you wagered.



Hm...To use a disk, a TM is required. Now that you say it, Bl.An.C. can use it, too. Hm...How can an android use it? Perhaps...the TM draws energy from its user, be it aura or energy. Ok. And the "He must use at least 3"=??

There are devices in the factory Blanc can equip to use these TMs. The condition basically means that you must both use a total of 8 but he must use at least 3.

Lobotomizer
07-01-2013, 04:21 AM
Kalena Eirwen vs Pencillium

Hard Ante

ErrorBlender
07-01-2013, 04:23 AM
Lucario Versus Bl.An.C.

Easy Ante.

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 04:34 AM
Kalena Eirwen vs Pencillium

Hard Ante

I expected as much. Very well, the Hard Ante for Kalena: Corvon was left at the Warehouse when you got zapped, stranding you alone. The school also has actually a defense mechanism that prevents interlopers, cutting off any magical essence surrounding it. Kalena and Pencillium must now deal with the fact that the entire school is going to fall into the earth in FIVE minutes. Even worse, one of the school's children is lost and hiding in the classrooms. So to summarize, you must a) save this child, b) defeat pencillium without Corvon, and c) somehow do it all within the span of FIVE minutes.

EDIT: Wait what? Sorry, I didn't mean two minutes, I meant five.



Lucario Versus Bl.An.C.

Easy Ante.

Sorry, you may not pick an Ante that your opponent has already picked. Medium and Hard are still available though.

ErrorBlender
07-01-2013, 04:50 AM
Sorry, you may not pick an Ante that your opponent has already picked. Medium and Hard are still available though.

Alright, I won't improve if I'd get an easy one. I'll go for Medium Ante then.

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 05:03 AM
Bl.An.C.'s Medium Ante as Follows: You must write the entire battle without any of the characters uttering a single word. Even exclamations (Ow! Damn!). Not even your character's internal monologue is allowed. Both characters must communicate using the power of body language and action.

ErrorBlender
07-01-2013, 05:07 AM
Silent movie, got it.

No thoughts as well then?

Rochedan
07-01-2013, 05:22 AM
Acel Vs Luther
Medium Ante

I'm pretty excited to be honest :) This is going to be awesome!

The Strongest
07-01-2013, 07:05 AM
The Strongest vs. _Ai_
Walden vs. Aiman
The Supernatural vs. The Elements

...I'm out of those things, now.

I will run a medium ante.

merich1
07-01-2013, 08:16 AM
Kalena Eirwen vs Pencillium

No Ante... obviously...

Chamel
07-01-2013, 08:29 AM
Chamel vs. Shadiwkirby
Easy Ante

Felt slightly offended by getting the upper hand, got over it when I saw my opponent! Going to have fun with this SK!

Anywho
07-01-2013, 09:44 AM
Anywho v.s. saintmccaw
Medium ante

Why not? And good luck to everyone.

saintmccaw
07-01-2013, 02:54 PM
saintmccaw v.s Anywho
Easy Ante

I, saintmccaw (Mccaw the Saint Rindar) am fighting against anywho. Small ante for me.

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 09:18 PM
Silent movie, got it.

No thoughts as well then?

You can describe thoughts (Example: "His mind reeled back to days gone by. The war was a product of last year's generation and all those dead bodies still lingered much to his chagrin.") But you can't word them as if he's thinking out loud.




To the rest of you, I've appended your Ante requests in my first post. Remember, you don't need to fulfill the condition. But if you don't, you forfet the original cost of those Antes. So basically, if you took an Ante you either gain 10, 20, 30 or lose 5, 10, 15 depending on easy, medium, hard that you took.

Points will be important in the long run, and not just the brackets so don't think you're okay just because your higher than your opponent right now. Think about the cummulutive when you move on further into the bracket.

I've also rearranged the bracket...this is more for me because I have a hard time referencing it with my notes. Round 2's bracket will most likely pair people up this way with the exception of the Highest Point-scorer which will receive the privilege of getting a bye.

Losers in R1 and R2 once complete will get a chance to participate in the Loser's Bracket for Honorable Mention.

Anyways, that's it. Everyone's actively posted their participation. If anyone needs clarifications, feel free to ask it in this thread. When your entry is complete, please post it in this thread IN SPOILERS. Thanks.

Good luck guys!

The Strongest
07-01-2013, 10:16 PM
I'm curious, what would an easy or a hard ante for Walden have been this round?

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 10:23 PM
Can't tell you that. Otherwise, there would be no point in the allure of Ante's. If you're up to it, you could go for Hard next time ~_~

EDIT: Oooh I see you didn't actually pick one earlier. Changing your mind?

The Strongest
07-01-2013, 10:26 PM
Not even the easy Ante? It wasn't even an option when I came to read the thread. Pwease? :(

Or will Walden be fighting in the Imperial Garden for many many 20 minute cycles?

EDIT: And just what kind of smiley emoticon thing is that?

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 10:30 PM
Not even the easy Ante? It wasn't even an option when I came to read the thread. Pwease? :(

Or will Walden be fighting in the Imperial Garden for many many 20 minute cycles?

EDIT: And just what kind of smiley emoticon thing is that?

Oh shit, hahah sorry bro I mistook you for The Organization (I knew it was going to happen sooner or later -_-) So yeah, you apparently have an ante already...

Whaddya mean ya didn't see? I spoke of Ante's in my first post and even re-explained it to Shadowkirby when he asked. I can't reveal Ante's because it is not fair to everyone else. Whatever they were, they were basically something to lose more/less for as opposed to your choice.

saintmccaw
07-01-2013, 10:39 PM
Question about my ante: Can a light scuffle involve a knife without any injuries between either parties occur? Such as lets say Ned sees a knife and gets into Mccaw's face and they get into a grapple but the knife is disarmed and tossed aside. Does this count against my ante?

The Strongest
07-01-2013, 10:41 PM
Well I understand that, I think, but I fail to see how it's unfair to anyone if everyone knew what the easy or the hard ante would be for this round between Walden and Aiman, since we've both committed to our antes, and each ante seems to be uniquely tailored for their round (and for some, their gladiator, even). I'm just curious to know what kind of a curveball you would have thrown at me had I chosen the hard ante for this round, or if I had chosen the easy ante (and _Ai_ hadn't), as I think we both agree that I am committed to my medium Ante (my 2-Hour challenge, as I'm calling it). And now I'm also curious how you find it unfair to have that knowledge.

As for me being The Organization...meh, I can see why that'd happen. But next time you do that, I'll find really heart-rending pictures of Cirno to guilt-trip you with.

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 10:57 PM
Question about my ante: Can a light scuffle involve a knife without any injuries between either parties occur? Such as lets say Ned sees a knife and gets into Mccaw's face and they get into a grapple but the knife is disarmed and tossed aside. Does this count against my ante?

I'll allow it. As long as the knife wasn't actively used. And you can only do this part once.



Well I understand that, I think, but I fail to see how it's unfair to anyone if everyone knew what the easy or the hard ante would be for this round between Walden and Aiman, since we've both committed to our antes, and each ante seems to be uniquely tailored for their round (and for some, their gladiator, even). I'm just curious to know what kind of a curveball you would have thrown at me had I chosen the hard ante for this round, or if I had chosen the easy ante (and _Ai_ hadn't), as I think we both agree that I am committed to my medium Ante (my 2-Hour challenge, as I'm calling it). And now I'm also curious how you find it unfair to have that knowledge.

As for me being The Organization...meh, I can see why that'd happen. But next time you do that, I'll find really heart-rending pictures of Cirno to guilt-trip you with.

Listen new guy, be glad that my old account got erased and you never got to see my wRHG and his battles. Everyone else in the room who knows can certainly agree that whoever this Cirno guy is I'm sure Ashe can deal with it.

As to your question, it is not fair to the others that you get to know and that they don't. And no I wont give it to them if they asked either. Ante's are kept secret for a reason in the same way a bluffer in texas holdem doesn't get his hand revealed if everyone but him folds in a game...allure. Mystery. Tension. I have no doubt that you would follow your Ante's to a T. But if I revealed every ante then that might influence your decision next round. You might think "Oh. The hards are not THAT impossible..." with the only clue you're getting right now is Lobotomizer's Hard Ante. Ante's are a gambling device, an element of chance. So if you wanted to know...then take a chance. Take Hard (or easy) next time.

Or don't.

Btw, this ~_~ is my face when I know something you don't.

Lobotomizer
07-01-2013, 11:03 PM
http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/sample/sample-840ed0c1e2ba821443f4c7edd06aec8b.jpg

How do you not know who Cirno is? She's the strongest and the cutest, Mecha-Hewitt. Ashe can't possibly beat the cute.

Hewitt
07-01-2013, 11:05 PM
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How do you not know who Cirno is? She's the strongest and the cutest, Mecha-Hewitt. Ashe can't possibly beat the cute.

shuuut up, you're making me lose my street cred >_<

The Strongest
07-01-2013, 11:27 PM
Meh. Will add policy on antes to the list of things that I disagree with but will roll with anyways. You're mod for a reason, and I'm sure if I had seen what you'd seen, I'd agree with it, as well. But I've never played Texas Hold 'Em.

EDIT: Note regarding face is noted.

Xate
07-01-2013, 11:33 PM
It's a gamble. Will you take the risk of losing your points to get even more points? Your choice.

The Organization
07-02-2013, 12:05 AM
Funny thing, I was actually going to ask what my Ante would've been,
How many points do we start off with?

Also does Acel start the battle in a cell, and is the prison world modified in any way that allows her to leave her cell and fight Luther?

Rochedan
07-02-2013, 01:54 AM
Hewitt, I also have a question. What about characters other than Luther and Acel, for example security guards or more troops that come along with Luther?

Hewitt
07-02-2013, 02:04 AM
Funny thing, I was actually going to ask what my Ante would've been,
How many points do we start off with?

Your starting pts will be the total points gained for this Round. So if you have 6 votes and you posted your story first, you would have (6*5) + 20 = 50 points. THEN it will deduct by your ante bet if you fail or increase with the gain if you pull it off...then that will be your final score.



Hewitt, I also have a question. What about characters other than Luther and Acel, for example security guards or more troops that come along with Luther?


Also does Acel start the battle in a cell, and is the prison world modified in any way that allows her to leave her cell and fight Luther?

It's your story so you decide. Anything I didn't mention is basically up to you. I gave a setting with the vaguest of descriptions. It is your choice if you wish for it to be inhabitted (as implied), or maybe a jailbreak is in progress, or abandoned (kinda cheap but okay). It's not me who you're going to impress anyways (unless you want that Blessing). It's the voters. So how lame or cool it's gonna end up being is up to you guys. I just gave the setting.



You're mod for a reason, and I'm sure if I had seen what you'd seen, I'd agree with it, as well.

I don't know what this is suppose to mean. By all means, feel free to run an event of your own you don't have to be a mod to do it :D I'm just running one because the last one failed and alot of those participants got pissed.

Chamel
07-02-2013, 07:06 AM
First - Thanks for the ante, I've been trying to find a way to incorporate that into a story >_>
Second - Explain what you mean when it says "why or how he is that way"

Xate
07-02-2013, 07:16 AM
I think he means "Give a backstory on why Chance became an extreme manwhore". Well, that's my translation.

Chamel
07-02-2013, 07:22 AM
XD the ante was to explain why he's bi-curious bro! Not why he's a manwhore XD but thanks, that did help a bit XD

Hewitt
07-02-2013, 08:11 AM
Yes, what GamerXD8 said XD

Rochedan
07-02-2013, 01:14 PM
Hewitt, would it be ok if I post some sort of "teaser", a part of my story?
Just to show-off a little bit :)

Azure
07-02-2013, 01:15 PM
Hewitt, would it be ok if I post some sort of "teaser", a part of my story?
Just to show-off a little bit :)

I don't think you can earn the bonus 20 points if you don't post your entire story.

blakphoenix
07-02-2013, 01:39 PM
OH GOD AZURE!! You scared me for a moment. I thought you were done with the battle already! I was yelling like "NO! I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET!!"

By the way Mecha, This ol' wizard tower Zeno and Zero (and Cruz, but it didn't go with the first two) are fighting in, did my gems return it to it's days of glory? Also, who and or what did it used to defend itself from?

Those are two questions I have, unless you want Azure and myself to decide these factors on our own to give our stories unique twists. :D

Rochedan
07-02-2013, 01:47 PM
O no, I think I just misinterpreted something, crap i already started writing.

`The pair are taken to a Maximum Security Prison Planet beyond time and space, housing some of the most fiendish mutants to ever roam the galaxy. And guarded by seemingly harmless security drones and wall mounted turrets.`

Who is being guarded? the prison or Acel and Luther... I thought THE PRISON was guarded by the mounted turrets and drones. I already wrote like 3 pages starting from outside the prison :(

EDIT: I finished my entire story, I hope I interpreted it right. If not --->:(

Btw, If I could chose I would use a google document, because putting it on the forum kind of screwed up the lay-out, so please keep that in mind. I hope you guys will enjoy reading it!

wRHG Tournament: Round 1 Battle /// Battle vs. Acel (The organization)
Rochedan’s entry:

A short woman with curly red hairs stood in the corridor, holding a clipboard and pencil. Her posture was elegant but it was cloaked by the white doctor’s coat she was wearing. Underneath the coat Luther saw that she was pretty muscular for a doctor’s assistant, and the redness of her knuckles told Luther enough.
Luther knew she was looking for him between the other twenty patients that came to visit the ‘doctor’.
“Doctor Operator” Luther mumbled to himself.

Ever since Luther rejected to join the more prestige combat group, the Operator released some pressure on Luther, meaning he’d only have to do small or special assignments. The special ones mostly involved liquidation or rescue missions. He also gave Luther the opportunity to start living on his own. The Operator’s servants rented a room for Luther a few blocks away from one of the many wRHG corporations. This corporation happened to be partly inside an old hospital, where Luther happened to be now. He’d been waiting for almost half an hour amid other ‘patients’. Luther knew all these patients were in fact undercover agents or other special forces, working for the Operator.

Luther stood up from his uncomfortable chair and started approaching the woman. The woman squinted her eyes for a moment, Luther figured she was in need of some glasses. Three foot away from the woman, Luther stopped and smiled awkwardly.
The woman looked on her clipboard, flipped some pages and then looked up again. As expected she looked at Luther’s forehead first, Luther assumed he was mostly recognized by his mark. This wasn’t a bad thing, he could understand it, but it also made him feel uncomfortable.
“Luther Wright?”, the woman asked business-like. Luther nodded. The woman turned around and started walking towards another corridor. While walking she waved with her clipboard as a sign that he should follow her.
Looking at the woman´s curves, Luther suddenly recognized her. It was one of Luther´s close-combat fighting mentors. She was famous in the corporation for her fighting technique and of course, her incredible posterior.
Luther didn’t bother to ask her what she was doing as a doctor’s assistant and why the Operator was in need of the best close-combat fighter to be his assistant. She'd probably lie to him or simply ignore him. She’d been Luther’s best mentor but also the most emotionless one.
The woman suddenly stopped and turned towards a heavy wooden door at her right. Luther was still deep in this own thoughts and would have bumped into her if she didn’t push Luther’s chest. Stumbling a few steps back Luther supressed his pain and rubbed over his chest with his right hand. He now also remembered she was one of the strongest inside the corporation.
The woman smirked towards Luther and knocked on the door. After a few seconds she opened the door and held it open for Luther. The two fighters underneath the doorpost was a tight fit.
As Luther passed the woman underneath the doorpost an elbow hit Luther’s stomach, but he had been expecting it and his tensed abs absorbed the impact.
“Working out haven’t you?”, the woman grinned.
Quickly Luther turned around and dodged another elbow aimed at his stomach. This time he managed to grab the elbow and push the woman towards the corridor. She stumbled for a few steps but regained her elegant posture within seconds. “Nice one”, the woman sounded disappointed. But Luther knew better, quickly closed the door as she charged at Luther again. A muffled bump confirmed what Luther had been thinking. “The elbow charge”, he mumbled to himself.
“Don’t mind Bellatrix, Luther. She’s been eager to do that for over a week now. The way you grabbed her elbow, impressive…” a monotone voice spoke.

The conflict with Luther’s old mentor made him totally forget who he was meeting. The Operator again sat in a big red chair, not facing Luther but the note board in front of him. Luther saw multiple pictures of what looked like prison cells and multiple photos of inmates holding up their prison number.
The Operator turned around in his big red chair, now facing Luther. “I hope you understand why you are here Luther? Please sit down”.
Luther did as he was told, grabbed a small chair and sat down in front of the Operator. He looked straight into the Operators red eyes. He could see the white teeth of the Operator as he spoke: “Luther, I have a special assignment for you”.
The way the Operator intonated the word ‘special’, made Luther feel uncomfortable.


After a good night’s rest, Luther felt ready and pretty eager to start with his new job. At first the mystery that cloaked the entire mission annoyed Luther, he felt tricked and uncomfortable. But this morning he felt entirely opposite, as if somebody had turned some sort of button inside his head. On his way to the science-wing of the wRHG facility, Luther overthought the previous night of planning and brainstorming.
Luther thought he did pretty well assembling his team of experts. His team consists of four members Luther included:

A scout, named Robert B-P, still a youngling but older than Luther. B-P (nickname) joined the wRHG corporation not long ago and was still a rookie amongst the others, but Luther had seen his sneaking and scouting skills to know that he would be needed on a mission like this.
The second member of his team, a former EOD-member and IIED specialist, named Martin. Luther didn’t know Martin that well, but the Operator ensured Luther that Martin would be a good addition to the team. Luther never questioned the Operator.
The third member was an expert gunslinger, named John W. H.. Getting the fastest time inside The Pitt, Luther knew Wes (as his friends call him) would be a good addition to his team.
“Yeah, it’s going to be a piece of cake”, Luther mumbled to himself as he pushed the metal door leading towards a corridor, which in turn leaded towards the science wing.
“What did you say?”. The voice surprised Luther and before Luther knew it he pinned the individual against the metallic wall. “Calm down man, it’s me, I didn’t mean to surprise you!”. Luther now recognized the individual, it was B-P, the scout. Quickly he removed this elbow from the man’s throat which pinned him against the wall.
“I’m sorry B-P, you really had me this time, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s the Roch I guess, it keeps my reflexes at max” Luther explained.
B-P rubbed his throat and straightened his camouflage jacket, then said: “It’s alright sir, maybe I shouldn’t have put on my high-tech boots, they’re designed to sneak, perhaps it wasn’t entirely your fault after all”.
The still young face of B-P made Luther forgive the attitude the grunt just gave Luther, but Luther knew the rookie was right.
Luther made a small growl to confirm B-P’s statement and proceeded towards the science wing. B-P was still walking behind Luther, but he heard no footsteps, only a few coughs and snorts made Luther aware that B-P was still behind him. I’m going to ask for boots like that, Luther thought to himself.
Upon opening two heavy metal doors leading towards the science wing, Luther’s ears got overwhelmed by multiple electric beeping sounds and vacuum-like noises. The room was relatively small, the ceiling was about 7 feet high, which gave Luther the feeling he was inside a box. On both his sides stood electric devices with multiple buttons and flickering lights. A corridor lead towards a small open area filled with some scientist and one mysterious device. Luther saw B-P was already standing amongst a group of scientist, talking to Martin the bomb-expert. “then who is walking behind me?”, Luther asked himself out loud “probably We—“, a friendly punch to his shoulder confirmed his thoughts.
“come on Luther, you’ve been tricked twice already, maybe B-P should be in charge of this mission man” Wes joked behind him. Luther grinned and shook his head.
The small open area at the end of the corridor was actually some sort of metal platform, surrounded by multiple metallic bars with blue flickering lights. Above the platform, coming from the roof, hang a big metal bulb, also flickering blue, but more intensely than the metal bars. Luther saw his team members were also impressed by the electric devices. Wes was still behind Luther, polishing his biggest revolver with a small white cotton handkerchief. The other revolver was still inside it’s leather holster, this revolver was smaller, but made from some sort of orange/brown metal, Luther figured it was made of copper, maybe bronze. Wes was the tallest of the team, almost reaching the ceiling with his old-fashioned cowboy hat. His wide jaw and small beard gave the expression one was ought not to mess with him.

Scattered across the platform stood multiple scientist with distinctive white coats, checking and observing the metal bars and the big light bulb above the platform. Suddenly all of the scientist went quiet and glanced at one of the corridors.
“Where’s my team!”, a monotone voice spoke loud and clear.
The Operator was still wearing his doctor’s coat, but now also wore shades and black leather gloves, his face didn’t show any emotion, only his posture showed his strong character.

Luther hadn’t noticed all of the scientist had left the platform, only his fellow members stood next to him. Wes on his left, B-P on his right, and somewhat behind him stood Martin, still busy with his explosive equipment. Martin was wearing a hat which hided his brown moustache as he was digging through his big military backpack.

“Martin, get in line”, Luther spoke sternly. Martin’s blue eyes met Luther’s forehead and Luther could see a red shimmer in Martin’s eyes.
“Calm down Luther, your mark is somewhat glowing”, B-P whispered.
Luther held his hand in front of his forehead, B-P was right, but the weird thing was that Luther wasn’t even enraged, barely mad.
“Interesting…”, the Operator observer Luther for a moment, then quickly started pacing up and down in front Luther and his team.

“Gentlemen, this mission will be extremely classified. Which is the reason only Luther and myself know what the exact mission location will be. Well, follow Luther’s commands and come back safe, it’s been a while since we heard from the Prison Colony...” the last few words were almost whispered, as if the Operator was talking to himself instead of Luther and his team. Luther was pretty sure he heard something he’d rather not have heard. Raised eyebrows from both Wes and Martin confirmed that they’d also heard it. B-P seemed strangely quiet.
“Alright, enough chit-chat. Let’s talk about how we’re getting there”, the Operator made a gesture toward a group of scientist, briefly a younger scientist came running with in his hand a clipboard with multiple documents.
Luther immediately recognized the documents. He left these in the hospital as he participated in his second Gladiator Tournament, but did not remember passing them to the Operator.

“These documents”, the Operator waved with the documents in his hands, “revealed to us, how to build a device”, the Operator made a gesture towards the platform Luther and his team were standing on, “which is able to teleport to other times and space”.
B-P’s mouth fell open wide, so did Martin’s. Wes kept his cool, but frowned a little more than usual. The Operator continued: “I will spare to you the science behind the device, but there’s one very important thing you need to understand. Your mission will take place about five or more years in the past, these are rough estimations. Also, which might be even more important, you only have ONE chance to teleport back to this time and space, in order to do that I gave Martin a device which is able to connect to ours and teleport ONCE”. Luther shivered every time the Operator intonated one of his words.

Martin began digging through his enormous backpack again. His head was almost as red as a tomato. “It’s in the front pocket Martin”, the Operator spoke monotone.
“Of-course”, Martin mumbled and grabbed a small device from the front pocket of his backpack. The device was small and only consisted of two buttons. Luther knew how it worked. The upper button was to make connection to the platform and the lower was to initiate the teleport frequency, giving the team a small 10 seconds to prepare for teleport.

Being distracted by Martin, Luther hadn’t noticed the Operator stepped away from the platform and now stood next to a handle.
“Good luck”, The operator grinned and pressed the handle down.


A darkness closed in on Luther, the air was so dense he couldn´t breathe nor see. Luther didn´t have the feeling he was still standing on something, completely disorientated he quickly shut his eyes and covered his ears with both of his hands while pressing his elbows against each other in front of his face. He heard sounds of people gasping for air. Just when Luther was about to go into a state of panic the darkness broke and Luther´s feet touched ground. The sudden impact made Luther fall on his knees. Quickly Luther opened his eyes and looked around him, it was shimmering, but he didn't know whether the sun was going down or coming up, hell he didn't even know if there was ssun. Wes, Martin and B-P all lay on the ground. Wes quickly stood up, so did B-P. Martin had more struggles with his backpack before standing up. They were standing in the centre of a dark and deserted basketball field. the vague silhouettes of litter across the field gave the impression the field wasn’t maintained or used for a rather long time. The field was surrounded by three buildings. The biggest one was three floors high. They all were surrounded by incredible high fences, all of the fences were covered with a thick layer of barbed wire. We’re in a prison alright… Luther thought to himself.

“Damn! I almost lost the device that can take us back home!”, Martin laughed, but it sounded rather forced. Wes grumbled and B-P laughed along nervously.
“Alright guys, I say we find some sort of map that covers the entire prison area. The Operator told me we needed to be in sector D-666”, Luther paused for a little while, and observed his team. B-P looked pretty nervous, but also eager to do something. Martin was still attaching his huge backpack to himself and looked completely occupied by doing so. Wes was casually smoking a cigarette with his right hand, but his left hand was constantly checking the guns on his leather belt, which showed he was uncomfortable.
“Any suggestions where we could look for a map?”, Luther asked firmly.
“I could check out the two smaller buildings on my own, I think I could do that”, B-P nodded to himself while speaking calm.
“Are you sure kid?”, Wes responded.
“Yeah Wes, you saw how I sneaked up on Luther”, a small blush showed on B-P cheek as Luther frowned towards him.
“Alright, Wes, Martin, follow me, let’s check out the big building. B-P meet us on the top floor of the big building in about an hour”. Luther waited for a response.
“B-P?”, Luther looked behind him only to see B-P rushing towards the smallest building which only had one floor. “show-off..”, Luther grinned. Wes and Martin laughed, but still kept a low-profile because of their unknown surroundings.
“Alright let’s go guys, I’ll take the lead”, Luther said while walking at a brief pace towards the entrance of the tallest building.
The entrance doors screaked loudly and echoed through the entire building. The place seemed deserted with litter across the entire entrance hall. The room reminded Luther of the old hospital, the walls were white and the ceiling low. A few markings on the walls indicated the departments of the building, along with a small map.
Wes took a short look at the map and then said: “The ground, first and second floor contain mostly prison cells and security chambers, the third floor however is staff-only”.
“I suggest we head there”, Martin quickly responded, “I suppose we won’t find a map in the prison cells nor the security chambers”. Luther nodded and looked at the signs again, the elevator probably wasn’t working. Even if it did work, Luther wouldn’t let the mission get compromised by getting stuck in an elevator. The sign showing stairs pointed towards a small corridor leading towards a metal door with a ‘fire-escape’ sign above it.
“Follow me”, Luther said with a low-voice. Even though he was pretty sure there was nobody around, the place still made him feel uncomfortable. As if there were things luring in the dark.
“ye-“ Wes responded, and a soft “let’s go”, sounded from Martin’s position.
The corridor had multiple side rooms, some of the doors were open, showing office tables covered in litter. Luther swore he saw somebody standing in one of the room when he quickly glanced inside when he passed the open door. But after checking again it was just a coat and hat.
“This place is creeping me out”, Martin whispered upon reaching the metal door which leads towards the staircase.
The exact moment Martin finished his sentence multiple footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
“We’ve got company---“, a high-pitched voice rasped through the corridor and made Luther’s neck hair stand up. “Get ‘em!”. The footsteps turned into a chaos of echoes and sounds that reflected against the corridors walls. Luther couldn’t see anybody but he knew there were more enemies than he could keep off Wes and Martin.
“Go go go!”, Luther kicked the door with a quick straight kick in the middle, the door flipped open and banged loudly against the wall, “Don’t just stand there, MOVE!”. Wes and Martin rushed upstairs and Luther followed.
“Who the hell are they!”, Martin shouted in fear, his backpack made clinging and rambling sounds as he rushed up the stairs.
Wes was already holding both his revolvers and ran up the stairs while holding them both pointed towards the ceiling. “I have no idea” Wes responded, “but let’s not find out shall we! Martin blow up some of these damn stairs behind us, maybe that will slow them down!”.
Luther was impressed by the improvisation of Wes, but he had no time to approve the plan or not. A loud bang below followed by a stroke of heat and dust made Luther stumble and almost trip.
“I’m thinking way ahead of you buddy!”, Martin laughed towards Wes, but his face told he was still scared.
“Third floor! Let’s go!” Luther shouted as he passed Martin and Wes. The staircase was filled with smoke by the time they reached the upper floor. Another metal door barred their way towards the staff-only area. But without much resistance Luther managed to break it open with just a few kicks and punches. “Alright, I think we bought some time with that explosion, but let’s not waste any more. Wes, you check the cafeteria. Martin you check the lounge. I’ll check the offices and the bathrooms, let’s go!”. Luther hadn’t finished speaking or Wes and Martin were already sprinting towards the area’s they were told to go.
I sure picked the right team, Luther thought to himself.
There wasn’t much interesting inside the bathroom, other than some bullet cases and ripped clothing. The offices however contained small safes. They were easy enough to crack open by just punching them. Most were empty or only contained bullets and guns. The last safe however contained multiple files and documents about a so called prisoner called ‘Cecelia Q. Graves’. Most of them were unreadable because on each page stood three number ‘666’ written with red ink. What are the odds… Luther thought.

One page caught Luther’s eye just when he wanted to put away the documents. It said: “Area D-666 – occupied by prisoner Cecelia Q. Graves, highest security level, extremely dangerous”. Along with the file Luther found multiple pictures of a woman with blonde hair undergoing a surgery involving some kind of chip and her head. Luther’s stomach turned itself and soon Luther put away the pictures. Footsteps behind him made Luther jump up and raise his fists, just to see Martin and Wes approaching him.
“There you are, did you find a map?”, Luther asked hopeful.
Martin and Wes both looked disappointed and Wes responded: “We hoped you found one”.
Luther sighed, and said: “Well I did find our mission objective, but I still don’t know how the hell we’re going to get there. Let’s try and find B-----“. Luther got interrupted by another individual behind Wes and Martin.
“That won’t be necessary sir, I found a map, let’s finish this and get the hell out of here!”
B-P’s voice still sounded eager, but from the deep breaths between his words Luther knew the kid was exhausted.
“Good job kid, alright, Martin, take a look at the map, area D-666 should be on there”.
B-P quickly gave Martin the map and sat down on the ground with his arms around his knees, he looked pale.
Martin quickly spread out the map and started following lines with his finger. Wes approached B-P and kneeled down next to him. “Kid, I don’t know how fast you did this, but it’s incredible and you deserve your honour when we get back”. B-P didn’t respond immediately, he just stared in front of him, then said: “These people, why--- why did they do that? I mean, the girl, it was--- “. His voice got interrupted by Martin shouting: “Found it!”. The exact moment Martin shouted the sound of electric pulses going through the entire building filled their ears.
“Martin for god’s sake, can’t you be a little more quiet!” Luther said furiously, his arm covering his eyes to protect them from the sudden brightness caused by multiple light turning on.
“I’m sorry Luther, I got excited. We need to take the elevator to the basement so I guess we are also lucky”, martin laughed but the strict face of Luther wiped the smile off his face.

“Elevator…. Elevator…”, Luther and Wes both looked around to find any signs of an elevator or the grey metal doors themselves.
“Found it!”, Martin shouted as he pressed the elevator-call button. The doors opened, but simultaneously a vent in the ceiling opened. A machine gun mounted to a metal plate started revealing itself. “Martin! GET DOWN!” the scream of B-P filled the air “GET IN THE ELEVATOR!”.

Luther standing closest to Martin, leaped towards him just when the machine gun started firing, a muffled explosion followed. At the moment of impact Luther turned his back towards the machine gun, knowing he could take bullets and Martin could not. Two other louder shots were also fired, and soon after another muffled explosion and the sound of metal hitting the ground.

“That was close, a few more sec----”, Wes spoke enthusiastic but closed his mouth upon entering the elevator where Luther and Martin were laying inside. Luther was still lying on top of Martin. A warm fluid soaked Luther’s forearm which was around Martin’s backpack.
“no—no! NO!”, B-P’s voice rasped through the air as he tossed Luther off Martin. Luther stood up and looked down on what once was Martin. The entire backpack was torched black. Martin’s entire lower body had been removed and his legs lay lifeless in a corner of the elevator. B-P was still bend over Martin’s upper body, Luther saw how the kid closed Martin’s eyes.
“There’s nothing to do about it kid, he died by his own foolishness”, Luther said without thinking about his words. Furious B-P stood up and looked at Luther. His eyes filled with tears but his face stood aggressive and angry. “You’re are one heartless son-of-a-bitch Luther, do you know that!” he shouted.
“calm down B-P”, Wes tried to settle things down, but it only made it worse.
“You’re a monster Luther, created by the wRHG and following the Operator’s missions without any hesitation!”, B-P’s voice echoed through the elevator shaft.
Luther looked at Wes. Wes hung his head and covered his eyes with his cowboy hat. B-P still stood angry next to Martin’s lifeless body. “There I said it, I said what everybody thinks about you Luther, you’re nothing but a monster, a- a – Frankenstein!”.

Luther wasn’t sure what happened next. All he knew was that something inside of him twisted, curled, lured Luther inside and managed to break through. The remorse, the anger, the pity, it pushed Luther inside his own mind and darkness collapsed as a weight on top of him. Seconds passed. Not a single word was uttered. Then the grief came back, the feeling of satisfaction, the feeling of anger.
A face met the palm of Luther’s hand, it was warm, then turned moist as Luther’s fingers clamped themselves. Two bright flashes, the impact in Luther’s skin felt comfortable, the feeling of triumph filled his head as a face crumbled underneath his combat boots. Then there was a shout, fear, remorse. The darkness fell of Luther and he managed to break free, he managed to escape from the darkness. A glimpse of light, flickering in the dark. An explosion of light. And there he was, back in the elevator. Three lifeless corpses lay on the ground. Luther knew what had happened. He blacked out and killed the remaining members of his team. In Luther’s hand was the device.
Luther fell on his knees which immediately were drenched with blood.
What have I done, the Roch, it made me do this --- the emotion I couldn’t help it…Wes, B-P, oh god B-P. What have I done. They didn’t die in vain, I’ll tell the Operator they died heroic, I will lie, it’s going to be alright, just finish the mission.
Luther got scared of his own thoughts. They were already accepting the fact that he’d just slain all of his remaining team members. Maybe B-P was right, maybe he was in fact a monster, controlled and created by the Operator and his team of scientist.
A blue glow coming from Luther’s mark turned the blood of Luther’s victims purple.

Filled with grief Luther stood up and pressed the button which would make the elevator go towards the basement.
“Cecelia Q. Graves, here comes the monster” Luther smirked.





A loud ping confirmed that Luther had reached his destination. And hopefully his last. The opened elevator doors showed a narrow corridor leading towards a small single wooden door. 666 was written on the door with, what Luther hoped it was, red paint.
The walls of the corridor were made of common bricks but the ceiling was still white and made of metal. On the white ceiling there was a text written. “Devil came through here”.
The floor was miraculously carpeted and muffled the sounds of Luther’s footsteps as he approached the door. The door didn’t have a doorknob. But that didn’t stop Luther from entering. Swiftly Luther started punching against the wood. Luther was happy to hear it break by the force of his fists, it however took multiple punches to create a hole big enough for Luther to crawl through.

The room was dark and the air was foul and reeked of blood and smoke. The ground was mostly covered with hay with here and there plates with red substances lying on top of them. The was also a double trail of skulls, leading towards a big cross at the end of the room. Although the room was pretty dark, the few candles that were burning along the trail of skulls showed the silhouette of a individual chained to the cross.
As if in a dream Luther followed the trail of skulls. The air became thinner and less foul once he reached the cross. Luther couldn’t believe his eyes, there was a disemboweled man chained against the cross. His intestines were spread across the hay, and Luther now knew what actually was the red substance that lay on the plates he saw earlier. Luther bend over as his stomach emptied itself.
“I-I-is someone there?”, a woman’s voice came from a dark corner just a few feet from the disemboweled man. Luther spit out the remaining puke in his mouth and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you”, Luther responded as fast as he could.
“Please, please help me!”, the woman’s voice shouted again “they are coming!”. Luther looked behind him towards the wooden door he had barged through. Multiple individuals holding candles slowly approached Luther and the woman.
Remembering the device was still in his hand Luther quickly sprinted towards the woman and clicked the upper button.
The woman was also chained, but didn’t show any sign of injury only signs of lack of food and hygiene. Luther immediately recognized the woman from the pictures. “Cecelia, Cecelia, you are Cecelia right!”, Luther spoke frustrated, his mind was blurring and all his hope now lay on the device he was holding. A small beep confirmed that the connection was made.
The woman smiled at Luther and didn’t seem panicked at all.
“Yes! Yes I am, take me away from here Luther, they are coming" the woman screamed.

Luther looked behind him, the individuals were all wearing cloaks, their head covered and each of them holding a lantern with flickering flames inside of them. A individual stepped forward, only a few feet away from Luther and revealed his face. It was the face of an old bald man. Luther didn’t hesitate and pressed the lower button of the device, it started counting down with a monotone voice. 10...
The bald man stepped forward, an old voice rasped through the air: “The skull of each men lies inside this room Luther”. 9…
“I saw what you did to your team, such a shame”. 8…
7… “don’t listen to him Luther” the woman sounded frustrated and clamped against Luther’s chest. 6…
5… The bald man continued: “This room is for one evil, and one saint”. 4…
“SHUT UP!” Cecilia’s voice started sounding heavy and low-pitched, “MAKE HIM SHUT UP!”, frustrated Cecilia tried to push Luther towards the bald man, but the chain kept her from stretching her arms and actually pushing. 3…
Luther had no idea what was going on, the scent of blood and smoke totally blurred his mind he was using his last energy to hold Cecelia and focused on the monotone voice of the device. 2… Almost out of this hell-hole. 1…
The last thing Luther heard was the last sentence of the bald man:
“One will perish and the other will faint”. 0…


EDIT2: (05:36 AM) Added google.doc for the original lay-out

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B9ClkepoTIpkX1ZhbERWSVhHS2c/edit?usp=sharing

Hewitt
07-02-2013, 07:36 PM
unless you want Azure and myself to decide these factors on our own to give our stories unique twists. :D

Bingo.


Btw, If I could chose I would use a google document, because putting it on the forum kind of screwed up the lay-out, so please keep that in mind. I hope you guys will enjoy reading it!

The reason why I don't want anything short of a post in this thread is because I want a definite timestamp for entries. That and 90% of the time I don't have access to them. If it comforts you, you may also post the googledocs version to let everyone see the original formatting.

Chamel
07-02-2013, 08:02 PM
I should probably get started on mine >…< and ill do the GD thing like you allow Hewwy, just cause your special <3

Hewitt
07-02-2013, 08:05 PM
The what? What's a GD?

Azure
07-02-2013, 10:03 PM
Here's mine:

Cruz's silver eyes shot open. Slowly, he got up, grass dryly crinkling at the movement. The sound set his nerves on end, his eyes looking around in question. This wasn't the cold, dark, slimy factory he'd just been in, where he was preparing to slaughter more men. This was a field... scratch that. This was a hill. Looking down, he could see the slope into what looked like a chasm. He slowly gets up, then grunts as his shoulder wound burns. "Shit... gonna have a rough time with this. Especially since it's my shoulder that's injured." Cruz shrugged it off for now, walking down the grassy hill to better examine the gulch. Once at the edge, his hand extends out trembling, and his sword forms, the black and red crystalline blade stabbing into the ground to give him some protection against falling. He took a quick glance down, trying to gauge the distance. "Damn, that looks like a long way down..." His voice echoed below for some time. For a moment, he did nothing; then he slowly begins climbing back up the hill, his sword fading as he slowly switched places with his brother, the one better equipped to understand just what the fuck was going on around here.

"It seems we..." Zeno said upon reaching back up, his head lowered as he took a moment to calm his breathing, "...have begun the tournament. That means we have to be wary at all moments, brother. We need to match with our opponent to the best of our abilities." He catches his breath back, and is somewhat amazed by the tower he sees. It glimmers slightly, radiating power. He was on the side that was currently bathed in the light of the sun, giving him a good view of it. Though portions of it crumbled, it was still a majestic piece of architecture, gleaming like a polished gem. "The things these humans design amaze me sometimes, brother... Wake him up, let him have a view of this as well. He deserves something nice to dream of every now and then." He chuckled as he felt the movements in the shared mind. After a few moments more observing, he stands and summons his own blade. Going unarmed was an ill decision to make. From the looks of it, that crevice circled the entire hill, effectively cutting off any chances of leaving this area without some type of assistance.

But the environment was of little consequence at the moment. No, at the moment, he needed to find his opponent. He was caught off guard by a sudden outburst of laughter. "Well, if that don't take the cake! My elements are missing! This is going to be interesting!" Zeno followed the sound of the voice carefully, going to the dark side of the tower. Sitting on the ground was a man looking at a short sword. His silvery hair blocked Zeno from getting a better look, but he had all the information he needed. This was a swordsman. That meant that he should take attempt battle first, as he had both ranged attacks, and better experience against weapons. Moving away from his hiding spot, Zeno calls out to the man.

"Hello there," he calls. "I believe we are opponents." The man turns, revealing his appearance. Though he looked like a rather average male, his eyes caught Zeno's attention. Something about them sparked his interest. His opponent gets to his feet, swishing his sword around.

"So, that's what this is all about? Well, thanks for being so gentleman like. A bit rare nowadays." He holds his sword forward, aiming it towards Zeno in challenge. "I'd hate to have to kill you, so could we settle this with non lethal combat?" Zeno smiled slightly, and holds his own sword up as a form of acceptance. They hold the matching stances for a moment, before each assumes their combat position.

"I warn you, just because I won't kill you, does not mean you will go uninjured," Zeno says, slowly charging energy into his hand. "I'm called Zeno, by the way." He noticed a slight surge of power beginning to build near the silver-maned one's feet. He couldn't quite tell what was being planned, but it was sure to be fun.

"Zeno, huh? That's interesting. You can call me Zero." As he finished speaking his name, a wall of earth formed between him and Zeno, cutting either's line of sight of the other. Letting the energy in his hand fade, Zeno slowly moved towards the wall, trying to ascertain if there was anything to it aside from it being raised rock. As he neared it, a strange sense of unease filled him. He dropped backwards in a roll just as a cylinder from the wall shot out at him. It flew over him harmlessly, and he could see through the newly formed hole that Zero had placed his sword against the wall to cause it the portion to shoot. His sword was his strength. Now, he just had to find a way to exploit this.

His opponent had to have been listening to his footsteps on the grass to know where to fire, which meant that moving would give away his position. He doubted he'd be able to just dodge again if another piece of wall shot at him. He'd barely dodged the first, and that was only due to instinct. 'Well, this one is certainly entertaining. He is quite lucky our full power is unusable due to this mortal flesh...' Raising his right hand (and grunting due to the pain), Zeno aims at the hole in the barrier and fires a bolt of energy. He hears a slight yelp on the other side, and using the momentary distraction, he rushes forward, body low. Another cylinder of rock shoots above him, and this time, he actually gets a glimpse of Zero on the other side. Getting close to the wall, Zeno crouches lower, pausing to tense the muscles in his legs and leap up. Managing to land on top, he looks down on Zero, who looks up with a grin.

"Things are off to a bit of a rocky start, no?" he jokes as Zeno leaps down with a slash. Zero moves to the side, but brings his sword up to block the next slash. Unleashing an onslaught of precision slashes and thrusts, Zeno continues to push back Zero, giving him no opening for attack, but neither does he go for a lethal attack.

"That was a cute trick you performed," Zeno said between attacks, "But it was utterly useless, nonetheless." They continued like this, him attacking, Zero blocking, neither really gaining much of an edge, when suddenly, Zeno fell flat on his face. Something had tripped him, and sent his sword skittering away. He looked back, and saw that his foot had become entangled in grass that had knotted itself. He didn't get to ponder it long before he had a sword pointed in his face.

"Well, it seems my tricks are 'knot' as cute as you think. They just won me the battle." Zero smiled smugly at his apparent victory. Zeno, however, simply began to laugh. The sound of the laughter worried Zero, who took a step back when it began. "What? My joke wasn't that funny."

Zeno simply kept laughing, the sound going from pleasant to dark. "Oh, this battle is far from complete. You see, your arrogance shall be the premise to your downfall." The grass around his ankle slowly burned as he begins coursing with energy, which he places into his hand. Standing, his golden eyes gleam with a light that appears to be a bright darkness. "Truly, it has only just begun. Now, enough holding back, shall we? Show me your true strength, or else, I won't be able to help but kill you." Holding his left hand out, his sword reappears, shimmering with energy. He locked eyes with Zero, and it became blatantly apparent that his words were completely true. Sighing, Zero stabs his sword into the ground, the grass slowly crawling along it and into one of the gems. His hair, once silver, now began to flow with a green seen throughout nature. When he lifted his blade, it was no longer such, but instead, a whip covered in thorns.

"Alright, then. No more holding back." Zero cracked the whip outwards, which Zeno blocked easily enough; however, it wrapped itself around his sword. Zero gave a yank, trying to bring his opponent to his knees, but Zeno didn't budge a bit, pulling himself. For a moment, they were locked, until Zeno held up his right hand and blasted him right in the stomach. Taking him off guard, he let go of his weapon, which Zeno took the liberty and pulling to himself. Uncoiling it from his own weapon, he throws the whip behind himself.

"I truly hope that is not the extent of your abilities," he said in a cold voice. "I would be deeply disappointed if it were so." He flicks his sword casually, then without even a slight hint, dashes towards Zero with a thrust. The green haired man raises his arms in defense, a tree appearing before him. Zeno's blade sinks deep into the wood, and he withholds a curse. Before he can attempt to remove the blade, trees surround him, caging him in. He sighs, then blasts the tree, freeing his sword. "Yes, Cruz, I know that if I chose to kill him this would be over quickly. I don't like killing though, not like you do. I want to enjoy the challenge of this. That means you won't be coming out, since you WILL kill him." He wanted to end this duel personally, and with his own abilities. He wasn't going to allow Cruz to convince him otherwise. Blasting through the tree, he shimmied his way between, only to find that the once grassy hill was now filled with trees and brush of all types. American Oak, Spruce, Maple, Cherry Wood, Gold Forsynthia, Red Chokeberries... It was a veritable forest now. "Well... this complicates matters."

He had no time to fully take everything in before he received a punch to the jaw that sent him flying backwards against the spire. The move was jarring, unexpected, and without honor. Zeno spit out a bit of blood, before looking for his assailant. Though his eyes scanned over all before him, he wasn't able to notice anything. On instinct once more, he moved to the side as what had appeared to be foliage smashed a fist into the stone, which was followed by a string of expletives. Taking the opportunity, Zeno fires several more bolts of energy into Zero's side, causing him to collapse in pain. Normally, he'd just end the battle there, but he wanted to carve the lesson into this one. Grabbing Zero by his collar.

"Time to redeem the honor you have lost, child." Zeno says, whispering into his ear as he throws him into the air, leaping to follow. His blade pulsates with energy, as he slashes horizontally along Zero's chest, blood streaming out. He follows up with a powerful downward slash that lets him greet the ground quicker, his blade embedding itself into the ground slightly at the tip. Zero's body still hung in midair for a moment, as if by invisible strings, before a cross shaped burst of energy exploded from his wound and blasted him into the spire, which shot him back outwards as if it had a barrier in place to prevent damage. The forest of plants slowly shriveled away, as Zero's power dwindled out of his body, his hair turning back to silver. His injury wasn't very deep, but the blast into the tower, as well as the blast back into the ground had left him quite injured. His body slowly begins to roll down the hill, building speed towards the plummet into the infinite darkness below...

...when he is caught and pulled up, Zeno pulling his limp form up with some effort. He tiredly looked at his opponent. "Why'd... you save me like that?" The answer came to Zeno, as plain as day.

"Because... we promised not to kill each other. I believe, though, that this concludes our battle." And with that, he summons his sword, and butts Zero in the middle of the forehead, effectively knocking him unconscious, and giving Zeno a break to nurse his wounds, and wonder at what challenge he'd face next in this tournament.

merich1
07-02-2013, 10:18 PM
Whoa. That was FAST.

ErrorBlender
07-02-2013, 10:21 PM
Better get moving as well.

Xate
07-02-2013, 10:25 PM
Make that two of them. Azure and Rochedan...sick. Mad writing skill AND earlybird bonus. Well, only one sentence came to my mind: "Yer screwed, mate. Be prepared for a Curb-Stomp Battle (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CurbStompBattle). Oh and NOOOOOOOOO. Let me get the bonus, Error! (Well...if you want to...)

Hewitt
07-02-2013, 10:26 PM
Oh nice, we have a troper in the room.

No hurry guys, I made the deadline extremely lax so there would be no excuse to not submit it on time. I don't expect you to submit well within 7+ days from now, and it serves merely as a buffer for when IRL shit come up.

ErrorBlender
07-02-2013, 10:28 PM
It isn't a one side battle... The Organization and blakphoenix are good writers too. Don't count 'em out just yet.

Azure
07-02-2013, 10:29 PM
I completed mine extra early 1) Because I want that bonus and 2) because I have a battle with Cowboy Bodacious to complete as well. Doesn't mean I wanted to lose any quality here, though. Luckily, I opted for a nonlethal ending.

Xate
07-02-2013, 10:39 PM
Yes, but a bonus=4 votes. That's quite an advantage, and consider their skills...Perhaps...it might be the beginning of an ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/UltimateShowdownOfUltimateDestiny)!

Hewitt
07-03-2013, 01:38 AM
Oh yeah, in case it wasn't clear the judge's blessing is individual and can stack. So if a story was really good and it caught both me and acute's eyes then you'll have both our blessings and thats 30 points right there.

Rochedan
07-03-2013, 03:59 AM
Oh yeah, in case it wasn't clear the judge's blessing is individual and can stack. So if a story was really good and it caught both me and acute's eyes then you'll have both our blessings and thats 30 points right there.

Isn't that a bit too much of the `favour´?
Does there need to be a writer in "favour" each battle? Or is it just randomly when you're in a good mood or something? I don't really understand it's pretty vague.
Also, I got the early bird bonus right?

Hewitt
07-03-2013, 04:11 AM
What. It's just a name man. It's not like we're going to be generous with it either. I don't even think you'd be seeing much of it this Round tbh...

And yes.

blakphoenix
07-03-2013, 02:06 PM
Well I can't keep Azure Kite waiting can I? Here's mine:

The floor was unforgivingly frigid and rough. It felt as though this place had been devoid of life for centuries. Zero could begin to feel his body waking up after his fun tag team with Cooper in the warehouse. He realized that his location was changed by the will of another but, he didn’t entirely care about what intrigue his new surrounding may have brought. With closed eyes he continued to rest on the icily cold stone floor, assuming that his opponent would be kind enough to wake him eventually. As his mind began drifting around the corner of consciousness and unconsciousness a very shrill shriek stalled his mind in the former. He opened his eyes expecting to see the unfortunate sight of his opponent making such noises. Instead he found, in front of him, a large black cauldron resting atop an altar, wooden bookshelves overflowing with tomes, a long wooden shelf which curved along the back of the altar and topped with different herbs. What struck him as the most interesting, he observed as he stood up, was a large egg which rested in a cushioned bedding behind the cauldron. The egg was cracked open along the top right side and a small, slimy, black and deformed bird head roughly the size of a human’s was sticking out. It was a newborn, that was apparent, and it was shrieking periodically, that was annoying.

“Ah, so you must be the new lead singer!” Zero joked in an attempt to ease his mind of the annoyance of this beast. He walked to the counter upon which it rested and observed the context of an opened book found to the egg’s right. “I could live thousands of more years on this planet and I will never be able to write this well” Zero thought as he admired the calligraphy on the pages. On the left page was a sketch of a decrepit bird-like creature with four wings and what looked like a double beak. Above the drawing were the words: “Demon-Avilon.” He looked up from the book to see the baby creature staring at him. It went to shriek again and Zero focused all his attention on its mouth, to his unpleasant joy he saw that the creature’s beak opened up to another layer of beak which opened after the first. Zero closed the bird’s mouth before it made too loud of a sound. He made a swift pivot as if motioning to a crowd behind him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for the Demon-Avilon!”

He spoke in a mock announcer’s voice as he pivoted to find that he did, in fact, have one audience member. Zero remained smiling while his and the Avilon’s eyes were on the newcomer, then each other, then back to the seemingly amused newcomer. His appearance wasn't too shocking which was a relief to Zero. This person seemed to be an average young Caucasian male with purple highlights in his dark hair and a scar on his nose. The most interesting feature of this individual was the golden color of his eyes coupled with a strange silver tattoo over his left eye. The Avilon let out a soft squeal as Zero let go of its beaks.

“Well that was sufficiently awkward.” Zero commented under his breath as the other person approached slowly. The room was roughly a hundred feet in diameter and lined with bookcases. The room had three exits, the doorway leading outside directly in front of Zero, a closed door to his right, and a staircase to his left.

“Hello there,” the person called as if speaking to someone in the distance, “so you’re my opponent for this round?”

“I suppose so…” Zero stated as the Avilon let out another shriek, “…unless you think it would count if we both killed this thing.”

“I would doubt that young one.” His opponent let out a faint chuckle while taking a few more steps forward. “The name is Zeno by the way.” He stated, taking a slight bow.

Following Zeno’s lead Zero took a slight bow as well so he wouldn’t run the risk of disrespecting his opponent.

“My name is Zero, pleased to meet you.”

Something about his opponent felt off, it was as if he was holding something back. Like a part of him was fighting against his will. His body rang with the sirens of conflict while his face remained content in the melodies of tranquility.

“So…” Zero started, realizing that they needed to fight at some point in order to continue in this tournament, “…What do you say we try to end this non-lethally?”

His opponent didn’t respond. Instead he stood there seemingly more interested with some other matter at the moment. Zero took this time to erect a wall of earth between them. He chuckled to himself as he walked up to the new wall.

“Oh earth wall, where would I be without you?” He leaned his back against it and released a relaxed exhale. He could hear his opponent talking behind the wall to seemingly no one but decided to ignore it and continue admiring his earth wall. “All the people you’ve separated for me, all the houses we’ve built, and all the faces you’ve smashed. Good times earth wall. Good times.” Zero looked down at his sword which appeared in his hand while spoke. To his utter astonishment he saw that five of the gems in the hilt were missing. “That’s why I feel so weak. I wonder where they are.” The thought clicked in Zero’s mind, he decided to try and speak to his opponent again.

“Ok, so back to our ‘non-lethal combat’ discussion. I’d like you to tap on the wall once for ‘yes’ and twice for ‘no’.”

There was a loud bang on the wall that was obviously larger than a tap.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

Zero was about to bring the wall down for this answer when a red and black colored rapier was thrust through the wall, sending pieces of earth all over the floor around the impact.

“Ah, so that’s a ‘no’?” Zero stood back from the wall due to this response when another area was pierced by the weird crystalline blade.

“Wait we didn’t have anything set for three taps!” The wall was then repeatedly impaled until it was blasted through. Zeno’s eyes and tattoo had switched shades of color and his demeanor seemed to be completely opposite of what he was earlier. By the time he broke through Zero was already on the staircase with the Avilon in one arm and the book about it in the other and he was still in view of his opponent.

“I think what we are suffering here is a breakdown in communication…and walls…you just don’t give me enough space, you know?” Zero remarked while making his way up the stairs. The feral Zeno heard his statement and began charging after him in a bloodlust. Zero erected more earthen walls off of each stair he hit while climbing the tower, hoping this would stop his pursuer and realizing with each loud crash that it wouldn’t.

By the time Zeno broke through the last wall he found Zero sitting on the floor in front of a case that held his other gems; the Avilon and the book were resting atop the case.

“I’m going to fucking scalp you! You smart ass!” Zeno roared and Zero gasped in shock. He knew his comments were aggravating his aggressor but, it was the only way for Zero to buy time to think about what the best way to fight his opponent was.

“Really?” Zero asked in a motherly manner. “You’re going to use that language in front of the child?” He gestured to the bird as he stood while also readying his sword. There was nowhere else to run since they were now on the roof of the tower. Zeno then fell onto one knee, letting out an exhausted breath.

“What? I'm not worn out!” He said aloud, “No Zeno, I can take care of this shithead!” He argued as he stood with the star symbol switching positions and his eyes changing colors. His red and black rapier disappeared as he stood in a recomposed manner with a smile on his face.

“I apologize for Cruz’s nature; he can be a bit unruly.” Zeno stretched out his arm towards Zero and an odd, crystalline, white and blue rapier appeared; it was pointed at Zero. “As for your earlier statement, I would enjoy ending this in a non-lethal manner.”

With his earlier suspicions now proven Zero readied his battle stance, legs shoulder length apart, sword at a 45 degree angle from his abdomen, and body turned with his left hip closer to his enemy but cheating out so his body was still in full view.

“Well, let’s get on with it then.” Zero smiled as he spoke to Zeno.

Zeno nodded then fired off a bolt of white energy from his off-hand which Zero dodged. The bolt dissipated as it struck the glass case. “Damn, I hoped that would work.” Zero thought as he swung his sword into the tower’s stone beneath them. Earthen spike shot out towards Zeno who gracefully dodged the projectiles while firing more energy bursts with each step he took.

“I’ll repay you in kind for that attack.” He spoke as he fired the bursts.

Zero didn’t have time to dodge again; he deflected the first few bolts but was struck by the last one on his right arm. The bolt tore through his jacket sleeve, sending a burning pain through that area.

“Can you feel the burn?” Zeno joked in a half mockery of his opponent’s behaviors.

“Hey! I make the jokes around here!” Zero responded with a chuckle. He enjoys good natured fights.

Laughing to himself, Zeno dashed towards Zero only to be sent flying farther than he intended. Zero used the ground to launch him towards the edge. As Zeno landed he noticed that vines were overgrown along the side of the tower. Before he could leap to his feet the vines lashed out and wrapped around his neck. Zero approached from behind and stopped a safe distance away.

“Well I think that about ends our fight.” He spoke with a clear confidence. Zeno merely chuckled at his opponent’s statement.

“You really can be quite smug child.”

His body began to pulsate with highly charged fluctuations of a potent and powerful energy. In one swift movement Zeno sliced through the vines with ease and sprang at Zero who had lowered his defenses, despite Zeno’s warning. His piercing lash found purchase in Zero’s left shoulder and to follow up, Zeno placed his energized right hand on Zero’s chest, blasting him to the other side of the tower. Zeno landed with a dignified posture and rapier pointed at his opponent.

“I gave you a fair warning.” His tone was one that a parent gives a child who misbehaves rather than a fellow fighter. Zero sat up from his prone position and stabbed his sword into the stone with a smirk. A bright light shone brilliantly from his location, as it dispersed Zeno could make out his opponents new form.

“So you’ve stopped holding back? That’s good. It means I won’t have to run the risk of killing you so easily.” Zeno stated in a matter-of-fact manner.

The spires of earth that orbited Zero all stopped their motions, shifting into an arc formation over Zeros head and so their sharp ends were pointed towards Zeno. The two remained still for moments that seemed to last a life time. A breeze rushed over the tower as though to move the still air between the fighters out of harm’s way. The Avilon shrieked and the two warriors began their assault.

Zero launched himself forward while shooting the spires of earth at Zeno in an attempt to throw him off balance. It was to no avail as Zeno dodged past the flying earth spikes, dodging around all and using the last one to hop into the air. He swung his rapier downward as Zero slashed up, causing the blades to collide with an eruption of energies that repulsed both of them. Zero generated over-sized arms made of stone in an attempt to pin down his adversary. Zeno regained his bearing while still airborne and flipped onto the arm instead. He ran down its length and laid a successive combo of assaults on Zero who blocked each strike. Zeno noticed his blows effectively gaining an advantage as his opponent staggered to keep up with his furious yet precise strikes. He reeled back to ready a stronger attack, Zero expected another strike so he moved his sword slightly to stop the expected strike. Zeno landed a blow that knocked Zero off of his balance and followed that strike with a sweeping slash.

Though his blade did not draw blood, the force of the attack managed to bring Zero to the ground. He then unloaded a volley of energy blasts on Zero’s body. He stopped his relentless assault when he realized that Zero had brought up a layer of stone to defend himself. Zeno broke through the stone with ease but, his opponent was nowhere to be found. Before he had time to even assume Zero’s next move Zeno was shot into the sky from a blast of earth below him. Zero launched him from below the ceiling and chased his enemy into the air. The chunks of rock that flew with them formed around Zero’s sword, shaping it into a stone baseball bat, and he struck the helpless Zeno from above. The attack made him shoot towards the tower like a meteor; he crashed into the roof’s edge effectively damaging it.

Zero landed and was brought to a kneeling stance a few feet away from Zeno as his earthen form expired. Through heavy breaths he spoke to Zeno who was cringing in pain.

“So…now can we…stop?”

Zeno rose to match his opponents kneel. He coughed before letting out a very amused laugh.

“You’ve certainly got some fight in you young one, I’ll concede defeat.”

Zero laughed as he struggled to stand; Zeno came to assist him to his feet. As they shared in post battle dialogue the Avilon let out another shriek that was louder than all others. This caught the warriors' attention and as they stared at the creature the skies darkened overhead. The case which held Zero’s gems began to illuminate as the tower autonomously erected five turrets based on the gems which powered it. From the sky rained down a torrent of quad winged, bird-like, double beaked demons. The turrets began to emit elemental blasts at the winged monstrosities effectively silencing them with one blast each. Their sheer numbers overwhelmed the tower and a few began to circle above Zeno and Zero with a gluttonous hunger in their eyes. The two warriors looked at each other, drew their swords, and began fending off the assault.

The Strongest
07-03-2013, 06:04 PM
Well, got it. The whole thing. What's the limit on post sizes, here?


Introduce the Challenger

”Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!”

Two simple sentences were all it took to fill Walden with a sense of great and terrible anger. The remainder of his pack reacted in similar fashion, sensing Walden's unspoken demand to find and kill the betrayer. But without any reliable means of doing such, the best Walden could content himself with was the howl of the wolves that had not been consumed to keep up his strength. That sound of unbridled rage resonated with something deep within his own soul, and an all-too-familiar red fog began to form before his eyes. And then there was blackness, as he was whisked away by the magic of science.

How long was it that he was left in that blackness, transiting between dimensions like a supernatural commuter? Even the spirit world had more life than this void. Of course, Walden didn't know what was occurring. Instead, he believed himself to be dead. Killed by a traitor's cowardice. The thought was infuriating, yet the recognition that this was the end dulled all feelings of malevolence. What was the point, a little voice from his heart whispered to his soul, now that he was consigned to the same fate as all who would lose their lives? There was no point in anger, now that the Reaper had finally come for Walden.

Speaking of the Reaper, where was he? In fact, the distinct lack of an ominous figure there to claim his eternal soul was not the only thing that was throwing Walden through a loop...something else was off.

Walden sniffed.

The stench of death was nowhere to be found. No, instead, the only thing that Walden could smell was...grass? It was then that Walden felt a rush of other sensations. There was the grass, yes, but this time it was brushing against his skin. A sense of touch...yes, Walden had it, but it seemed that his sense of sight was lo--

No, that wasn't it at all. Walden opened his eyes, and squinted against the sun as it was about noon-time, there in the Imperial Garden.

“This...is not as I recall the spirit plane.” Walden said, speaking the words aloud more to confirm that he did indeed have his sense of hearing. As if that last sense would prove to be the final piece in this complex mess of a puzzle he was beginning to find himself in. Much to his chagrin, it didn't. No, instead it left him feeling even more confused. Had he, Walden, not just been smote? Was this not, in fact, an afterlife?

Walden's mind reeled, attempting to rationalize the situation.

Perhaps it had something to do with his regular communion with spirits. Or his domination of twelve of them. Perhaps it had something to do with what happened when he felt himself consumed by rage. Was the spirit world afraid of him? Or did it look down on him, now. Maybe he had been exiled from it, left in this pocket dimension to be forgotten by both realms. Hmph. Walden looked around the garden. It was peaceful, but plain. It was not a fitting afterlife, he felt. No, it was far more likely that he would go mad from boredom than be able to wait out the end of eternity in contentment.

Walden stood up, feeling somehow rejuvenated. As if he hadn't been fighting in a warehouse moments ago. As a matter of fact, Walden had no idea how much time had passed. He pulled a pocketwatch from his coat, and looked down at the white surface. Simple, metal hands ticked about the simple numerals, revealing something odd. He had been in the warehouse, fighting, for twenty minutes at the most. Yet as he looked up at the sky again, the sun had progressed quite a distance. In fact, as Walden tried to stare at the sun through his fingers, he could make out a very definite progression through the sky. Already, the canopy to this scene was beginning to transform, from a clear blue to a magnificent display of reds and oranges and purples. It quickly became too much for him to handle, but glancing away did little, as already it seemed that night was beginning to fall, and at an alarming rate.

Walden quickened his pace, heading towards the one landmark he could distinguish in this plane. A large tree. As he drew closer to the massive piece of nature's architecture, Walden came to readjust his assessment of the tree's size. It wasn't just large, it was huge. Easily, Walden imagined, one could make a home inside that living tower. For that reason, Walden was disappointed with what he actually found inside the tower.

Rather than the quaint set of wooden furniture, and a little fireplace, that he had been expecting, the tree was hollow. And that was all, at least at that level. It also wasn't hollowed all the way up, instead it appeared to be a rather complicated maze of crawlspaces, ledges, and suspiciously well-made bridges. More suspicious than the bridges, however, was the river located within the tree, which divided it into two distinct regions, regions that were too precisely divided. This was not entirely nature's doing. So where were the ones who had lent a hand to this place? Not a soul was there to be seen. Or so it seemed.

Introduce the Opponent

In truth, there was one other inhabitant in this plane. A youthful looking young man, dressed all in black, with hair just as black. He was high above Walden, at the top of the tree, where it cleared into an impressive view of the Imperial Garden. Up there, in fact, it seemed as if some kind of a fighting ground had been prepared. An impressive platform had been constructed, near the top of the tree, with a single, large hole in the center, an opening leading down to the Yin-Yang symbol below. The platform had been used as a sparring ground, it seemed, and it was well stocked for the occasion.

In fact, it was just as it had once been. Whatever force kept this realm stable, it affected even the supplies. Forming eight points of star was gear useful for training one in elemental powers. They would not offer Aiman any significant advantage, beyond a homefield advantage. Memories of five years of training, here, came flooding back to him. With the flood of memories came the flood of tears, as Aiman's trip through memory lane ended with the final imprint of his masters' sacrifice.

Far, far below, the wracking sobs attracted Walden's attention. The tree, it seemed, would not be too hard for an old man to climb, and so that's just what he started to do. Well, Walden's optimistic guess proved to be more optimistic than honest, and by the time he was a quarter of the way up the tree, it seemed that the sobs had ceased. Nothing bad had happened, no, Aiman had simply gotten over the sight, and he had more than enough time to compose himself, while paying his respects to their memory.

Further up, further, and finally Walden emerged onto the platform, taking in the sights. He had never seen anything quite like it before. It reminded him of what he expected a dojo to look like, but not for any particular martial art. Instead, it was as if some sort of naturalist had purchased a dojo and just set up shop. Some major, easily recognizable elements were there. A bowl of some sort of burning material, perhaps oil; a bowl of water; a bowl that seemed to have been filled with rocks and dirt; a bowl of water, somehow frozen; a bowl that seemed to have been used a grower for some sort of alien fruit-bearing vines; a bowl that didn't seem to contain anything in particular; a bowl that wasn't so much holding anything as emitting the occasional harmless spark of electricity; and a bowl that Walden couldn't see into, instead seeing a point of blackness that did not make much sense in the otherwise well-lit room. And so it was, that Walden began to get an idea of where he was. Not a place to be cast away to die, but perhaps a place where one was sent to grow stronger. It certainly had everything a person would need to prevent oneself from going insane with boredom, or from becoming deceased.

Well, then, if this weren't the afterlife, just manner of place was it? Another moment's consideration lead to a conclusion. That youth, there, looked familiar. Yes, there was little doubt about it, he recognized that one from the warehouse. Which clearly meant...

“The tournament has begun.”

Walden was dumbstruck for a moment. The youth had taken the words right from his mouth. Of course, he seemed an intelligent lad, so it didn't seem so far off the mark that he would have come to the same conclusion. Still, he was surprised by the exact wording of his own thoughts being stated.

The sun hadn't been up for long, but already it seemed the world was getting dark again. How odd.

“My name is Walden. It is a pleasure to meet you...” Walden began. He left a pause, indicating a request that the youth give his own name.

“Aiman.” Walden's opponent answered. Although Walden was sure that they were the only two in the place, the black-haired gladiator didn't have a trace of the sorrow that Walden was sure he'd heard in him during his ascent.

“Well, Aiman, like I said, it's a pleasure to meet you. Shall we establish the rules of engagement now, then? First off, any shooting will be done to the front. I think we can both agree that a shot to the back takes away quite a bit from the experience, no?”

Aiman nodded.

“Alright. Second, I don't believe that this should be a fight to the death. I've seen enough bloodshed for one day, I think.”

This time, Aiman's nod was mixed with a grimace. Walden had a good feeling about this young man. He, at least, hadn't been slaughtering the thugs like cattle. Hadn't he mentioned the blunt edge, too, when he had been swinging that greatsword around?

“Thirdly, I believe that we should both declare our abilities straight off. I apologize if this seems forward, but I would like to start off on as even ground as I can with you. You need not go into specific details, but I hope you will give me an accurate reckoning of your power level.”

“My power level?” Aiman asked, a mischievous grin on his face, “Well, since you don't seem to have the benefit of a scouter, I'll just tell you right now, it's a little over...nine-thousand.”

Walden's look of confusion must have egged Aiman on further, because the black-clad youth burst out laughing at his own joke.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just kidding. I'm an elemental mage. You see these bowls around you? I can control each of the elements represented there. Nature, ice, fire water, electric, earth, wind, dark, and what I like to call trance.” Aiman pointed to each of the respective bowls, but for the last one he pointed to himself, there not being any representation of the “Trance” element present besides himself.

“So, what're ya going to be throwing at me?”

Walden considered Aiman's question for a moment before answering, “I control a pack of wolves from the spirit world. I can use them to attack you, or to improve my own body. If you try my patience too much by breaking the rules of engagement, my wolves will give me the power to tear you apart, and I won't be able to stop myself from taking advantage of that offer.”

The threat that Walden left off with had no effect on Aiman, it seemed. Instead, the black-on-black mage cracked a grin and a joke, “Well, you're a regular Hulk, aren't you?”

The joke went over Walden's head, and again he found Aiman laughing at his own joke. It wasn't the kind of laughter that one would find grating, though. Instead, Walden thought it endearing. Yes, he felt very good about his opponent.

“Alright, then. Now that we know each other's powers, I think that now is a suitable time to begin. Prepare yourself, Aiman! I have calculated your strength and will you fight you to the utmost at its level!”

FIGHT!

With a flourish, Walden threw his jacket backwards, a tear appearing in the air, and several of Walden's spectral wolves leaped through, howling at moon that was already rising to replace the sun. With a wave of his hand, and a command of “To me!”, all but one of the wolves disintegrated, the particles of their corpus seemingly inhaled by Walden. He sighed a sigh of satisfaction and looked up to see Aiman, with light electric currents running along his body and a look of confusion on his face.

...is delayed.

“Hey, that was really cool and all, but can you hold on for a moment? Something's not right. My powers are all wonky.” Aiman apologized, giving a sheepish smile and letting the lightning dissipate. Then he took a stance that looked like something from an anime...and sparks flew, again.

“This isn't right.” the mage complained, waving the spear that he had conjured around himself as if to further emphasize the point. “I wanted my greatsword. What's with this place? It's not at all like how I remembered it. It's like it's in charge of what I can and can't use...and that's everything besides the one thing that I can use. Such a pain.”

“Do you want a few moments?” Walden inquired, his hand was still on the head of his cane, he'd been just about to draw his blade to complete his pre-fight ritual, but now suddenly didn't seem like quite the best time.

“Yeah that'd be great.” Aiman responded, appreciation in his voice.

Aiman stood there, trying to tap into his power over fire again and again to no avail. No, instead he would be rewarded for his efforts with sparks. He spent the whole night doing that. All ten minutes of it, as Walden's watch claimed. The aging gladiator had decided to keep an eye on how time progressed in this place, and was rather surprised, though it made more precise the rapid passage across the sky he had seen earlier.

As the first few rays of sunlight began to poke through the many windows about the little arena, Aiman let out a shout to the effect of “Success!” Followed quickly by “Aww, not again.”

Walden looked up from his watch, which he had been checking at the time, to see that Aiman's spear had been replaced with a huge shield.

“It looks like you don't get a choice as to what you do in this place.” Walden noted. The look on Aiman's face told him that he had come to that same conclusion. “You just seem to switch at random whenever the sun rises. A new day, a new element.”

“Well, in that case, I guess there's no use putting this off any further, huh.” Aiman quipped, hefting the shield and setting it down in front of him with a heavy-sounding thud. “Well, then. Come at me! I'm not getting any younger, here!”

Something's gotta give.

Walden drew his blade. A rapier wouldn't be an inaccurate label for it. It was a weapon not exactly made for breaking through shields larger than a person's torso. Despite that fact, he took a testing lunge forwards. Sure enough, that shield was an immovable object when Aiman wanted it to be. Walden had anticipated that, and consequently he hadn't put enough force into the blow to really damage his weapon. Well, this fight was taking an interesting direction, then.

Walden decided to press his attack further, trying to keep the earthen fighter off balance. Up there, the only available source of rock for him to manipulate was located in a bowl to the side. That would, doubtless, be useful to Walden's effort, as it took a good portion of the massive advantage that Aiman would enjoy away from him.

“Flank him.” Walden commanded his wolf. He was rewarded first with a snarl, but the wolf obeyed, running around to a position to Aiman's undefended left side. The shield was highly effective at defending in one direction, but an attack from two sides, Walden reasoned, would prevent the massive defense of the shield from allowing Aiman to stage an effective counter-attack. Focusing his efforts into fighting Walden would leave him exposed to the wolf, but turning his attention to face the wolf would create an opening for Walden. It was a stalemate.

For several minutes, Walden and Aiman stared each other down like two gunslingers as high noon approached. Whenever either of the two would make a testing move, trying to find some weakness in the others position, they would be confronted with the swift counterattack. Aiman could take advantage of the earth-filled bowl to create an opportunity in the same way that Walden's wolf would allow him one, but neither one was willing to fully commit to an attack.

The sun set, night fell quickly, so that the only sound was that of Walden's wolf. Aiman took a step forward towards Walden, the wolf snarled and feigned an attack. When Aiman turned, Walden himself made a feint. Aiman turned back, using a rock as a missile to deny the wolf the opportunity to make an attack. An impenetrable defense for Walden to lament his inability to overcome, but up here, that specialization turned out to be crippling.

The inability to press an attack was clearly frustrating Aiman, who seemed to favor spontaneous action over the drawn out defense he had been forced into by the Garden. His personality, once fired up, was something of an unstoppable force, but it was put directly against the nature of the fight, an immovable object. Something had to give.

With a sudden war-cry, Aiman ran forwards. The timing was poor, as the sun had been set for several minutes. Whatever he was planning, it would be foiled by the sudden change in his own power. Still, the rather sizable wall that was charging was a danger to Walden, but the nature of the shield made it difficult for Aiman to see past it.

So it was that Aiman missed Walden's sidestep, and turned around only just in time to deflect the coming wolf. A strong shove threw the wolf to one side, and before it could recover, Aiman was charging again, this time using his elemental power to control the shield itself, and hurling it, while he himself kept going.

In a feat of acrobatics made possible by the spirits he had reinforcing his body, Walden fell backwards, dodging underneath the flying shield-turned-projectile. Aiman was still coming, though, and Walden rolled backwards, kicking into Aiman's chest as he approached, sending him backwards, while Walden curled his legs back and rolled himself into an upright position, again.

Like catching smoke

The first rays of another dawn peeked over the horizon, and Aiman watched his shield transform where it lay into a pair of swords. He'd had his power for years, and so he recognized what element had come up, then.

With a quick burst of speed, fueled by his current element, Aiman picked himself up and ran forward, catching Wadlen off guard. Aiman jumped up, dodging over Walden's too-slow thrust, and then vaulted off his shoulders to get to the two swords behind Walden and over the gap. That speed, Walden decided, was formidable, and so he called his wolf back to his side.

“Alright, Walden!” Aiman declared, his excitement not quite being contained. “Now I've got something to take the fight straight to you! Here I come!”

Even with the warning, Walden was shocked at how much faster Aiman was moving, especially after having spent 20 minutes watching him hold almost the same position. However, Walden was more ready, this time, and even as Aiman came running Walden had adopted a stance to quickly parry the incoming blow and counterattack.

The wind had no defense, it was an all-out attacking force, requiring one to defend against it, or to hide behind an object of shelter. Walden had turned his blade into that shelter, and even as the first of Aiman's dual-swords was coming, Walden's own blade was twisting and thrusting to knock it away, throwing off Aiman's balance in the process. Walden stabbed at the staggering Aiman, and the wolf lunged.

Little things, little cracks in his offenses and defenses. That was the way Walden would have to win this battle. But it was a difficult thing to do, he found out. Aiman moved like the wind he was using, running forwards to attack, then backflipping away. All the while landing light cuts and gouges. Still, Aiman seemed to get more careless as the fight continued, as Walden began scoring his own hits.

The sun had set some time ago, and the both of them were beginning to tire. Walden's technical fighting style was becoming sloppier, Aiman's attacks were slowing. Even his barrier, which lent him much in the way of leeway, was beginning to let him down, as the frequency of Walden's own hits began to increase.

Then it happened. Aiman was charging again, and Walden was raising his blade to counterattack. Both seemed to expect the bout to go the same way as the others, but then the most surprising thing happened: Aiman tripped. Falling forwards, Aiman couldn't stop himself from throwing his flailing body onto Walden's blade. The blade came out the other end, and Walden saw that the silver was mixed with the red of blood.

Stronger than this.

Walden wasn't sure where he had just pierced, but it looked bad. Aiman, though, looked plenty alive, so Walden withdrew his blade.

“Lad, how bad is it?” Walden asked, concerned. This wasn't meant to be a fight to the death, after all.

Aiman looked up, grinning sheepishly. “I'm a bit clumsy, sometimes. I'll be fine, I'm--” Aiman's words were cut off by a grimace of pain. “Maybe not quite fine, but...the sun's rising. Isn't it a beautiful thing?”

Walden looked out the window, agreeing silently. He was turning back to agree vocally, but he was shocked to see that the bleeding had stopped, and in fact Aiman was standing, looking a little shaken from the experience of possibly looking death in the face, but otherwise not much worse for the wear. The dual swords he had dropped on being stabbed were no longer there, instead there was a bow, and a quiver of arrows next to it.

“Nature lets me heal through this kind of thing. I should be a lot more tired than I am, though. Then again, this place was made to let people like me train indefinitely.” Aiman said, looking nostalgic, but quickly returning to reality.

“Well, come on, then. Stop gawking, get back to our fight!”

Aiman had gotten his bow up, an arrow nocked, and already prepared to fire. Walden saw it, too late, and found himself with an arrow in his chest. An arrow and something else that he could feel spreading from the wound like liquid fire in his veins. That fire was followed by another, clouding his vision with its smoke. Poison. The weapon of a coward, of a sneak, of the kind of thing that pushed Walden over the edge, and brought out the whole of his pack.

Aiman didn't realize what was happening, but he found out quickly enough that he was in danger when the wolves ran to Walden, seemed to leap into his body, and then began to transform it. From the arrow wound, a hissing sound emitted, as the poison was rejected from his body. All the wounds incurred from his fight with the wind element healed, just as Aiman's wounds had healed, and suddenly Walden could barely see through the red haze covering his vision.

Aiman, however, could see clearly enough the terrifying form that his more amiable opponent had taken on, however. The Wolfpack towered over the teenage-looking youth, snarling. The eyes weren't full of any kind of determination, anymore. Not a thing was there besides a frightening madness. And the whole of Wolfpack's body exuded a killing aura. Aiman turned to run, but Wolfpack had already lunged, catching him by the leg and tearing a vicious gash into it as Aiman rolled away.

Aiman healed through the wound, nocking another arrow and firing it at Wolfpack. It found its mark, one of his eyes, but upon withdrawing the arrow, the wound seemed to reverse itself. It was like the earth fight again, neither side capable of making a real advance. Or, rather, both sides being able to completely undo the damage dealt to them. Wounds that would have killed either of them several times over, naturally, found themselves being scored again and again, only to be undone by the healing factors contained by both of them. The fight went back and forth like that for the remainder of the day, both gladiators returning to nearly full-strength in the process.

Deposition

Then the sun rose again, and Aiman was immediately beating a hasty retreat. His bow had become a sniper rifle, his quiver of arrows several spare clips, and his element was now ice. That was good and bad in its own ways. On the good side, the barrier about his body was strong enough to offer something akin to defense against Wolfpack, but on the downside, any wounds scored couldn't be healed again. He had found out quickly that Wolfpack wasn't the same man he had been fighting before, and so he didn't hesitate to run. Ice reduced the wolf-man's mobility, keeping him off balance and unable to reach full speed.

Aiman was using that fact to quiclky begin crawling down the tree, through the tight spaces that Wolfpack couldn't follow through. To the beast that was determined to kill Aiman, this was infuriating. Tearing at the tree was too slow, but it was the best he could do. When he wasn't howling his fury up to the sky. Time passed, and it was a long way down, but when he reached the base of the tree, seeing the river, Aiman let out a whoop of celebration. That was a mistake, as the sound gave away his exposed position to Wolfpack. In the dark of the night, a blood-chilling howl came. The howls had stopped for a time, but when Aiman looked up, he saw the looming form of the Wolfpack standing over the hole in the platform they had been fighting in before. Then he saw the monster jumping, falling down the great height as if it were nothing.

Aiman brought his sniper rifle out, quickly taking aim and firing a shot off. A snarl of rage was proof enough that his shot had found its mark, and another round followed. Though he couldn't see it, the bullets were being forced out of Walden's body, their tearing wounds were healing over, and the beast was just getting angrier.

Then even that anger was blocked out for a moment by a crushing wall of pain, as Wolfpack hit the water. It splashed up and about him, bones were broken on impact, but Wolfpack's fury kept him alive. The horrifying sound of bones snapping apart was reversed, becoming the sound of bones snapping back into place with, somehow, even more sickening crunches.

But Walden was in a river, and Aiman's element was ice. Reacting to that fact, Aiman used his power to freeze the river. For a novice, perhaps, the feat would have been unheard of, but for a master elemental mage who was also fueled by the knowledge that failure meant death and wasn't inhibited by such things as a mana pool, the task was completely quickly and with ease. The wolf was trapped. Aiman raised his weapon to finish the fight. The sun rose.

Sublimation

Aiman pulled where a trigger had been a moment before, and found himself to be holding a greatsword instead. He felt himself go slack with fear for a moment, before recovering. The sound of Wolfpack beginning to tear himself out of the ice helped in that, as the urgency of the situation was a very convincing argument. In a moment of inspiration, Aiman decided to help him. To a degree.

A terribly bright flare of magical fire erupted from the master mage's hands, blinding Wolfpack for a time. He could still smell Aiman, though, and Aiman intuited that fact. So he followed the most reasonable course of action he could think of. He sent a wave of fire over Wolfpack, igniting him. The smell of his foe was replaced by the smell of burning fur and flesh, and any other sense was replaced with agony.

Agonizing as it was, it was not a wound caused by silver, and so it was that through it all, Wolfpack continued tearing at the solidified water that couldn't extinguish the agony licking its way across his body. As the new fur came in, the flesh repairing itself, the flame began to traverse back, to eat of the fuel that was never dying. Aiman took the offensive, again, running forwards and swinging his greatsword. The sword was stopped, however, by one of Wolfpack's arms, and the howl of rage that came was a clear indication that then was a good time to back off.

The flames quickened the melting of the ice, and a trickling pool of water began to form, but it wasn't quick enough. Aiman, terrified of the beast he was fighting, kept his distance. Keeping a steady stream of suppressing fire over the Wolfpack.

Go with the flow.

“Burn, baby, burn.” Aiman quoted, grimly keeping the attack up. The sun had set, but one wouldn't know it due the living bonfire he had created. It came as a surprise, then, when he felt the weight of his greatsword shifting away, becoming the familiar gunblade instead. His hands stopped shooting fire, and instead they began manipulating the still thawing river. Aiman stopped, looking at his hands, and contemplating his next move. Wolfpack would be stuck for long enough to give Aiman time to think. Aiman stood considering what to do. The healing factor on the thing was too strong for him to beat, Aiman reasoned, so stalling was the best thing he could do. That's what he did, then, letting Wolfpack slowly tear itself out of the frozen prison he was still trapped in. The sun set, and Aiman extinguished the flames using the water that was there.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. In an instant, Aiman forced all the water to thaw. He directed the water, drawing more and more of it from the river's flow outside, and made it rise upwards, towards the hole. No tiring, just ascending. He himself joined the upwards flow that was rising rapidly. A geyser. How cool was that, Aiman thought to himself. He jumped out as he passed through the hole, but Wolfpack was slammed into the ceiling, rendered unconscious by the force of the blow. The healing continued, still, though, allowing him to recover from the damage.

The fur seemed to melt away after a few moments, as did the excess and unnatural muscle, leaving Walden behind, his clothes not indicating at all the brutal damage that he had endured. Aiman allowed himself a smile, knowing that he didn't have to worry about being torn limb from limb any more.

“Hey, old man, wake up.” He joked, shaking Walden slightly.

Walden to his credit, took the experience of what he knew had happened well, but after realizing he was talking to someone, he couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face.

“You're alive, still.” Was all Walden could say.

“Yeah, well so are you. So don't act so surprised.”

“I'm happy to see that you're alive, I am. It's just...if you survived the Pack, then maybe I underestimated you. I think I've been fighting with a handicap all this time, without realizing it. You're strong. I'll fight you at my strongest, too. Maybe we'll have an even playing field, then.”

“Suit yourself. But don't be too sad when I beat you at your full strength. I bested your hyper-mode, remember.”

Aiman grinned, and Walden couldn't help but return it. Once again, his pack was called out, but this time one was left behind, and sent back. Walden felt all the power running through his body, and turned to face his opponent.

“The sun's rising.” Aiman said, flexing his fingers expectantly. When he saw sparks fly from them, he laughed out loud. “We've come full circle, now. Back to the beginning. Now that you've got yourself at the right level, let's not hold back. No shooting in the back. No killing. Remind me, who are you? Are you sure you're ready to fight against Aiman, a master elemental mage?”

“I agree to your rules of engagement. And I should hope so. I am Walden, who can summon a pack of spirit wolves and fight you with them, or bring them to me to fight against you. Break the rules of engagement...well, just don't break them.” Walden answered, looking around, he found his sword where had left it.

“Alright, then. Now that we're past the pleasantries, I think that now is a suitable time to begin. Prepare yourself, Aiman! I have calculated your strength and will you fight you to the utmost at its level!”

“Bring it on, old man! I think you'll find my power to be quite shocking!”

This time, both of them laughed.

Cloudless Lightning

Walden lunged forwards, Aiman doing the same. Spear against rapier. In the reach department, Aiman had the edge. But one wrong thrust, and Walden had an opening. It wasn't the spear itself that worried him, though. It was the speed that Aiman was able to use it at. At the height of his own strength, however, Walden was finally on equal footing with Aiman. Each thrust he made was parried or dodged, and Walden's subsequent attack had a similar result. Back and forth the two of them battled around the platform.

Aiman charged his spear with lightning, and swung an overhead slam, but Walden sidestepped the attack and thrust quickly to take advantage of the opening. The mage reacted with the speed of his element, however, digging the point of the spear into the ground and bringing up the rest of its shaft to deflect Walden's blade. The two, it seemed, were able to fight each other to a standstill. A happy occasion for Walden, to be able to fight at what he believed was an equal level.

Walden took the role of the daring one, then, when Aiman's thrust missed, digging the head into the wood floor. Walden ran along it, making a stab as he jumped over Aiman's head. A stab that Aiman dodged and followed up with a bolt of lightning that Walden landed just in time to react to, dodging to the side, and allowing the bolt to pass.

Aiman followed up with another thrust, this one deliberately into the ground, and he used his spear to vault over the distance between he and Walden, once again swinging his spear down, but he had neglected to charge it with lightning. Walden reacted in the way he thought best, taking two swift steps forward, raising his empty hand and catching the spear in the air and pulling back as hard as he could while moving with his own feet to trip Aiman. Aiman, the good-hearted, but clumsy youth, took the foot and found himself on the ground, looking up at the point of Walden's rapier.

“Yield.” Walden commanded, secure in the knowledge that victory was his.

“You win, then, Walden.” Aiman said, letting go of the spear.

Walden smiled, a feeling of tension flowing out of them as he extended his hand to help Aiman up. Aiman took the hand and pulled himself up, the two turning that grip into a handshake of mutual respect.

merich1
07-03-2013, 06:43 PM
Pencilliums Magical Pencils litter almost every room as they are considered default office supplies in this place.

Might I just add this comment:

Only 2 of Pencillum's pencils are actually magical: the Pencil of Darkness and the Pencil of Improbability. The Pencil of Darkness is 38.7% Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, 40.2% Ghostkiller Blade, 3.7% clay, and 17.4% graphite. The Pencil of Improbability is a very complicated piece of machinery, and you may find how it works here (http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/Infinite_Improbability_Drive).

So yes, I do use elements of books in my wRHG.

Chamel
07-03-2013, 07:18 PM
Damn ;n;

At least 4 people already have their entries submitted, and I'm sitting here working on the introduction...

BUT I SHALL FINISH! *goes back to writing*

The Organization
07-03-2013, 07:26 PM
I probably won't finish till the deadline,
I was struggling w/ the setting b4 but now I've got something I think is gonna be pretty epic

Hewitt
07-03-2013, 08:40 PM
Alright guys, Azure Phoenix vs blakphoenix is up! (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?73710-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Cruz-amp-Zeno-(Azure-Kite)-vs-Zero-(blakphoenix)). I've updated the front page as well in case you missed this post.

Vote fairly!

Remember, for a maximum of 3 times all participants can get 10 pts if they CnC someone's work and an extra 5 pts are given if the CnC is fruitful and detailed.


I probably won't finish till the deadline,
I was struggling w/ the setting b4 but now I've got something I think is gonna be pretty epic

I'm gonna have to ask you to post the work as incomplete...

I'm not promising anything but we'll see if it's necessary for me to make the deadline 2 weeks instead of 1.5. For now it still stands.

ErrorBlender
07-04-2013, 03:39 PM
Here is my entry, hope you guys like it. :D

The android felt shaken. His body was weak from something he could not remember. Bl.An.C. staggers around as he attempted to feel the environment around him by blindly placing his hands in front. His vision was blurred and he walked as if he had vertigo. Finally, his hand had grasped a metal pole for support. Despite knowing it is unwise to reveal his head outside, he took the chance. The helmet whizzed back into the android's back which allowed Cooper to take in a deep breath of air.

Before Cooper had the chance, his mind was forced awake by the immense chill of his surroundings. His eyes widened and his breath became irregular. The man inside the suit was accustomed to the desert heat and the cooling system of the suit itself but not this type of natural cold. He felt his face numbing from the cold. His grey green eyes scanned the area around him as he tried to find a landmark to trace his location.

His breath formed in front of him in a white mist and his teeth chattered uncontrollably as he trudged along what looked to be a half foot of snow. From what Cooper’s grey green eyes could see, this was a city. The road was neatly snowplowed at some point but black ice had formed over the asphalt. Skyscrapers and shops dotted the sides of streets but were abandoned for some reason at the time. Every store seemed to have a 'CLOSED' sign hanging over their glass pane doors or windows with not a single light lit in any of the structures. Cooper closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember where he was and how he got here.

Memories slowly began to flood back into his head, dictating the scene as it went by second by second. He could clearly remember the massive onslaught of goons; how he went by disabling them by his plasma gun but that didn't shed light at all to his current predicament. He kept racking at his thoughts and gritted his teeth as he tried harder. An image of Ensiron popped in his head, his current ally whizzed past the enemies and he had collaborated with him to take out the remaining goons. Then, he could remember something. Something odd that made a metallic sound from within the warehouse. Lightning zapped the gladiators one by one, which seemed to eliminate them from reality itself. The android and Ensiron, from what he could remember, rushed inside the building again only to see the massive tesla coil like mechanism inside. The machine didn't hesitate when it zapped the duo with a powerful force and then...

The android shook his head. He remembered what he needed to know. This was part of the tournament. He cast his gaze around once again, turned around and a massive structure loomed over him. Cooper took in deep breaths of cold air; each breath chilled his lungs, and looked up to see the massive lettering somewhere in the uppermost floors. The midday sun didn’t make it easier to read but Cooper squinted his eyes just enough to make out the words: Silph Co. The letters gleamed under the sun. It was easy to tell that the structure was a factory just from sight alone.

Cooper quickly activated the suit’s helmet which whizzed swiftly and smoothly onto his face. His lone jade eye glowed to life, which signaled the Cooper’s direct control over the suit’s systems. The android slowly took each step closer to the double doors and opened them easily but the android paused for a bit. This is a company factory. Why would it be unlocked?

As Bl.An.C. entered the factory, the automatic doors closed behind him. His steps echoed through the massive building. It was dark and, from what Cooper had earlier experienced, very chilly. Perhaps it was the holidays here. The pseudo-android switched to infrared vision. From his HUD, Bl.An.C. could make out boxes and numerous machines used for manufacturing whatever product they made. He inched his way towards one of the boxes and plunged his hands into it. He fished out one of the products, which seemed like a disk of sorts, and scanned them.

Before his scan had completed, the entire factory lit up. The bright lamplights above flared on in rows, flooding the chilly factory with white light. Something whirred to life as well; an engine could be heard activating itself. The android returned his vision to normal to avoid getting blind by the stark whiteness of the light in infrared. Bl.An.C. readied himself since an attack could come from anywhere. Out of the blue, blasts of blue white energy attacked the boxes where Bl.An.C. was. The boxes exploded in a burst of cardboard and disk confetti. The android lowered himself to a crouch as he determined the location of the attack. A flash of light enveloped Bl.An.C.’s hands and back, and in a few seconds, they were replaced with dark colored armguards and the wingpack.

His opponent, from how the boxes had fallen, should be at a higher ground. He tried to sneak a peek to get a better look at his opponent by peering over to one of the sides. His optical sensors picked up a humanoid figure with two glowing spheres gripped loosely in both of his hands. His jade eye zoomed in for a closer inspection and found that it was none other than Lucario.

Bl.An.C. then saw Lucario drop himself from the steel walkway and walk towards him. The boy’s smile was almost friendly. Could he trust Lucario at this point?

The blue brawler stopped in the middle of the factory itself and leaned sideways curiously trying to find where his opponent was. Bl.An.C. soon decided that Lucario was genuinely out for a fair fight and that those first attacks were some sort of warning shot.

The android stood up from his place and walked towards the center where an aisle between machinery and stacks of boxes. Lucario looked surprised to see the android but smiled nonetheless, it was familiarity that struck the brawler that caused him to smile. He even looked relieved to see him. Lucario cracked his knuckles and assumed a low stance. He placed his goggles onto his eyes and placed his hands below his chest with one slightly outstretched with palm open. He smirked, eyebrows furrowed from concentration. That look was, it seemed to Bl.An.C., a sign that said: “I’m ready to take you down.”

Cooper, within the suit, couldn’t help but smile as well. The android stood straight and crossed his arms in front of himself. Cooper breathed in from the suit and exhaled as he threw his arms sideways. The armguards quickly buzzed to life, and manifested the beam blades, cyan blue energy weapons that could cut through most objects.

Lucario’s aura began to manifest physically, a powerful blue white flame emanated from the blue brawler. The mute flame roared powerfully, and Bl.An.C. could see Lucario’s fierce concentration. From the suit’s internal HUD, the energy levels of Lucario spiked a hundred fold from before. The look of surprise was absent from the outside but Cooper felt outmatched on this one but he had little choice in this. He had to win.

Lucario was the first to move, the blue white aura trailed behind him, embers of his flame like aura left like a petal storm. The blue brawler appeared before Bl.An.C. in mere seconds and plunged his fist into the android’s gut. He closely connected with a powerful right hook but the android, though within the suit Cooper writhed in pain, dodged the attack.

Bl.An.C.’s wingpack quickly spread its wings and blazed on. He rushed forward and brought up his knee towards Lucario’s face. The brawler reeled back but quickly regained composure with a step backward. The pseudo android brought down one of the beam blades to strike at Lucario. The brawler leapt back, evaded the strike and spread both arms open. Whirlpools of energy spiraled towards Lucario’s palms which then solidified in mere instants. He threw each of these aura spheres at the Blast Android, each of the projectiles still collected as much aura as they flew out of their originator’s hands.

Bl.An.C. advanced, he swept away one of the spheres away with the use of the beam blade, dodged the other with a twist of the body and swept the other blade at Lucario.

Lucario beamed with determination. He allowed the beam blade to pass by him by sidestepping to one side. He grabbed the android’s arm and pulled him closer. Lucario raised his free arm and attempted to shatter the android’s eye with his elbow but the android had other plans.

Bl.An.C. ducked at the last possible second. He cut power off the blades and the wing pack flared on. He wrapped his arms around Lucario’s waist and rocketed upwards towards the factory’s ceiling. Lucario’s eyes widened and the breath pushed out of his lungs as they crashed through ceiling. The android released his grip as they reached the hundred foot mark. His hands shone with white light as Lucario slowly plummeted to the ground. Bl.An.C. rushed towards the brawler with the iron fists completely manifested and discharged a massive amount of voltage. Bl.An.C.’ s optics zoomed in at Lucario, which was cool and collected even at free fall as he held something to his shoulder. It looked to be a disk of sorts as he inserted it into a device connected to his arm. Out of the blue, a powerful force of energy exploded from the brawler as draconic wings unfolded from the brawler’s back.

Bl.An.C. continued his course; he reached Lucario and threw a jab at the brawler. The brawler crossed his arms in between himself and the fist. The android could see layers upon layers of scales forming in a cascade from the impact point of his fist. The electricity rebounded off Lucario, which then lowered his arms to reveal his now draconic eyes. His smile began to look more feral and toothy. The brawler grabbed his opponent’s arm and headbutted Bl.An.C.. The android fell for a few seconds as his hands flashed in a white light and slowly manifested into the plasma guns. He corrected himself mid fall and aimed for his aerial foe. Lucario growled and his wing beat twice as fast as he sped through the air towards the android. Bl.An.C. fired beam after beam of cyan energy but his opponent dodged every one of them by banking on either side and rolling in the air as he rushed in forward. The android returned the ranged weapons and called back the iron fists since ranged weaponry was almost useless at this point but before his weapons manifested, Lucario was already there. The draconic brawler grabbed the android by his leg, spun in the air once as he tugged the android and hurtled his opponent down towards the factory

Bl.An.C. felt the G-force of his fall pushing his face upward from the helmet. He felt the ceiling crumble as he fell through it and fall through the steel walkway and down to the boxes. Cooper rolled to one side and dropped to the floor on all fours, the box fell to his side, pouring out its contents. The helmet whizzed back and he coughed out blood. Cooper was losing hope in the battle, Lucario had suddenly gotten a massive boost in power for an unknown reason. His blood began to splatter on the disks but then he had noticed something. The disks had tags on them. He weakly grabbed a couple of them and read the tags: “Snatcher”, “Agatha Rorik” and “Diittoo”.

Diitoo… That was the name of his ally. An ally he had back in his days as a Rising Stars member. If he had judged correctly, these disks had the powers of some wRHG and RHG alike in them. If that were the case then Lucario was simply copying these disks. Using them as tools, power multipliers!

Cooper looked over his shoulder and saw Lucario fly through the hole in the ceiling and rush for him. The android stood up and opened his palms. Sparks of electricity danced on the steel of the iron fists and his helmet covered his head. The jade eye flashed alive as he readied himself. Something was definitely up.

Lucario smashed the ground he crashed in, Bl.An.C. sidestepped, and jabbed at the draconic brawler. Lucario blocked with his free arm and opened his mouth. A powerful blast of cyan flames burst forth from the brawler’s mouth. The android darted to the right and delivered a powerful right hook. It connected, knocking Lucario to one side with a powerful discharge of electricity. The android twisted in place, activated his wing pack and brought his entire leg upwards and smashing it down onto the brawler’s head. Lucario was knocked down to the crater he had made but his hands kept him from completely falling in. The brawler pushed himself upwards to a standing position. His hands then assumed a new stance. His draconic features slowly faded into nothingness and a look of purpose filled Lucario’s face.

The brawler moved forward, and struck at the android in quick successive blows. Each strike was precise and powerfully backed up with an outburst of aura. The android had little chance to strike back but did his best to do so and block whatever he could. Lucario ended the attacks with a powerful strike to Bl.An.C.’s head which he connected with a crushing kick to his chest. Bl.An.C. felt some of his ribs crack. Even with the suit, it was becoming less of a match against a super power.

Bl.An.C. crashed into some of the factory’s machinery and bounced off to the ground. Bl.An.C. knelt but this time very weakly. Inside, he was breathing heavily and the suit’s internal HUD was dotted with blood. He was stunned to see Lucario this stronger than before. In their spar, Lucario was strong but never this strong. He knew the boy had trained and even assumed he had trained under a master but to get this powerful it had to take years but in this case it was only days. There had to be some cheat to the system. Cooper kept guessing. Then it struck him. Didn’t he see Lucario the last time they fought charge? He thought on this for a second before realizing Lucario had only charged once. In their spar, he could remember Lucario charging more than a couple of times. Something was powering Lucario. He had to find it before he would expire.

Lucario appeared once again. The android’s optical systems began to go on the fritz but he could clearly see Lucario inserting another disk onto an object on his right arm. Lucario breathed in as he walked by casually, an aura of confidence was bursting from him. Lucario’s gloves shone with the power of his aura.

Bl.An.C.’s wing pack flared on and rocketed away from the brawler. His shoulder’s gleamed with a powerful white light and seconds later, rectangular containers appeared mounted on them. The android turned to face Lucario mid-air. He trained the missiles on the blue brawler and fired. Several explosive projectiles screamed towards Lucario. The blue brawler chuckled and gripped something invisible from his hands. Lucario moved fluidly, his motions were as if he was weaving threads in the air.

The missiles exploded before reaching their targets. Taken aback, Bl.An.C.’s optical sensors scanned the area and spotted the obstructions. Tiny threads that floated in the air and glowed a faint red.

The android noticed the futility of his attacks; he decided to begin his search for the power source that kept Lucario amped up. Lucario watched as Bl.An.C. turned around and left. Lucario at first was confused but then realized what Bl.An.C. could be after. He gave chase but something felt odd, he felt a pang of weakness strike him but it was gone before he noticed.

The android searched the area and soon spotted something. He exchanged his vision with infrared and noticed a massive heat signature coming from one of the rooms in the offices. Something struck him from behind as several aura spheres punctured holes through his wingpack, evidently shooting him down. The android crashed to the ground and found himself in the company of the factory’s machines once again but this part of the factory had more of them. It seemed like a maze of conveyer belts and machine. He looked around for something he could use to stall Lucario but he found something better. He felt an advantage and decided to use it.

Lucario ran from the steel walkway and jumped down to the ground. He saw the labyrinth of machinery. He grimaced slightly. He could barely see anything through his aura sense, there was aura everywhere. The same thing that gave him the advantage blinded him.

The lights suddenly were shut off, which sent the abandoned warehouse into complete darkness. Lucario walked slowly in the inky black of the factory, careful not to make a sound. He almost tried to create a thread or manifest an aura sphere but he decided not to, the glow from them would allow Bl.An.C. to know his position. He wasn’t even sure if Bl.An.C. had known of the psi-emitter’s existence and this could just probably be a trap but both ideas sent shivers down his spine. In fact, the entire place was becoming chilly. He could now see his breath forming into mist right in front of him.

Lucario noticed a green glow from some of the machinery and he glued himself to one of the sides of the machines. He was sure it was Bl.An.C. until he spotted a few other glows elsewhere. He shook his head in disbelief and admiration. The android had used the darkness to fool him and even worse, he couldn’t say if these were really him due to his aura blindness. He had to take risks. He jumped at the first one he saw and struck it down but soon the other drones came flew closer and barraged him under red laser fire.

Bl.An.C. crept up the stairs as he heard the first explosion. It meant Lucario has found out his plan, each step began to become an effort but the android persevered through the pain. He hurried his pace and opened the door. A few steps from him, he saw the massive machine. It had three spinning panels, which alternated their spins at different intervals. At its very center, was what looked to be a tuning fork of sorts. All of this was atop a base of made of three layers of steel. There, at its most base panel, was a control suite. The android revealed his human face and got to work.

Lucario tumbled out of the way of a volley of red energy and took cover behind a machine. He removed the disk from the Technical Machine on his right arm. He pocketed it and fished out another. It read “Maple”. He didn’t hesitate as he slid it into the machine. He breathed in heavily and felt the power course through him.

He teleported behind the drones, smirked and unleashed a powerful wave of electricity. The remaining drones dropped lifeless onto the conveyer belt and smoked.

But suddenly, he felt a surge of weakness. His eyes began to blur and he became dizzy. He tried to blink it away but he was forced to kneel down. Then he felt it, he could sense aura again. Quickly, he searched for Bl.An.C.. Then he felt that something was behind him. The touch of cold steel on his bare flesh shocked Lucario more than the knowledge that Bl.An.C. was behind him. The android released a surge of electricity and shocked the brawler. Lucario spazzed out a bit as he tried to endure the pain but the area was getting colder, enough to match the chill outside. Lucario felt exhausted until his entire body gave way. Bl.An.C. released his grip on Lucario, sparks danced out of the way as the brawler fell to the ground with a thud. Multiple bruises and laser fire marks were riddled across Lucario.

Bl.An.C. surveyed Lucario. He deducted that the boy was using too much aura, too much that even with an unlimited resource he emptied his cup before it could get refilled again. Bl.An.C. looked at a friend and nodded. It reminded him of himself. How he had dreamed of something spectacular. He had the resources and dreamed too big. When it was taken away, it was too much for him. He knelt down and took hold of Lucario.

He was about to fly away but then he remembered that his wing pack was destroyed. How is it that in almost every battle, his wing pack will get destroyed..?

[Bl.An.C. wins]

[Notes: TMs used were of Grey the Silver Dragon, Zephyr “The Weaver”, and Maple in order of appearance.]

Hewitt
07-04-2013, 10:33 PM
I jsut wanna clarify about Judge's Blessings. It will come in the form of a declaration on a post me or acute would make. If we cnc something, if we vote for an entry, that is NOT a blessing.

Also, to anyone concerned with points for the Hall of Warriors, disregard the points gained from the match itself (as it is irrelevant). If you won because of a judge's blessing or a bonus, it might not be the case in the hall of warriors if the opponent clearly knocked your socks off in the polls.




Btw, it would be nice if every participant voted in every battle poll, win or lose. Even if you're out of the tournament. There's already so little of us as it is and votes definitely matter this time around ^_^

The Strongest
07-04-2013, 10:51 PM
Regarding whether or not the CnC was "fruitful and detailed", is that also with the 3-times limit? And if the first three CnCs were less than fruitful, if the fourth were up to snuff, would that one receive the 5?

Chamel
07-04-2013, 10:57 PM
We are allowed to give "fruitful" CnC (or as close as we can) to battles even if we gained all the bonus points right?
like say you already got all the points you could from CnCing, could you still CnC for the sake of CnCing or just leave it at that?
(Sorry if it seems like a simple and/or dumb question... Bit tipsy atm)

Xate
07-05-2013, 12:53 AM
Error finished his. Gotten the bonus and better than me...Well, THIS is a Curb-Stomp Battle.

The Organization
07-05-2013, 01:08 AM
The deadline is the 10th right, that's when we have to post it? I can shoot for earlier, but I have other things distracting me right now

acutelatios
07-05-2013, 01:14 AM
Yup that's when it's due darling, if you don't finish by that time we'll ask you to post your unfinished work~
o w o

Hewitt
07-05-2013, 01:14 AM
Regarding whether or not the CnC was "fruitful and detailed", is that also with the 3-times limit? And if the first three CnCs were less than fruitful, if the fourth were up to snuff, would that one receive the 5?

No. the extra 5 pts comes once just for cnc-ing at least once without having to say "I like X because it's fun and his character is original and the fight is so vivid." It's an add-on to the cnc pts.


We are allowed to give "fruitful" CnC (or as close as we can) to battles even if we gained all the bonus points right?
like say you already got all the points you could from CnCing, could you still CnC for the sake of CnCing or just leave it at that?
(Sorry if it seems like a simple and/or dumb question... Bit tipsy atm)

Of course you can still CnC even if not for the pts. I know you especially love doing that so don't let me stop you. We need more people like you to give people a reason to write more.


Error finished his. Gotten the bonus and better than me...Well, THIS is a Curb-Stomp Battle.

You can still cnc. Whatever pts you acquire in the votals becomes you pts that will be a base in the Loser's bracket. Just persevere.


The deadline is the 10th right, that's when we have to post it? I can shoot for earlier, but I have other things distracting me right now

You can post it anytime BEFORE or on the deadline. Why do you thnk the Azure Kite/blakphoenix thread has been made already? EDIT: And yes, acute ninja'd me. She's always on top of things :3

Rochedan
07-05-2013, 05:05 AM
Also, to anyone concerned with points for the Hall of Warriors, disregard the points gained from the match itself (as it is irrelevant). If you won because of a judge's blessing or a bonus, it might not be the case in the hall of warriors if the opponent clearly knocked your socks off in the polls.

So.... If you win a tournament-round with votes in the battle section, does that count as a win/loss in the Hall of Warriors?
I didn't know that tbh... and I prefer if that didn't happen

merich1
07-05-2013, 08:40 PM
Yes! Early Bird Bonus is mine!

(I'm going to lose in the polls incredibly badly, so I might as well try to scrounge up points as best I can...)


The battle was almost over. Only a few thugs remained, valiantly fighting to the end, hopelessly outmatched. Finally, the last of the thugs disbanded and retreated into the shadows.
"Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!" boomed a disembodied voice.
Somehow, I don’t like this, thought Pencillum.
Utter silence ensued for about three seconds, then a huge tesla cannon that looked like something straight out of the movies descended from the warehouse’s ceiling. A large blue beam blasted out at the nearest gladiator, a pretty young woman wielding a sword. The beam enveloped her, and when it dissipated, the woman was gone. Not a single piece of evidence was left that would have proven she was ever in the warehouse in the first place, save for the piles of defeated thugs around where she had been and a few earthen abnormalities sticking out of the floor.
A few gladiators backed away in shock. The machine paid them no heed (obviously; it’s a machine, after all) and blasted a second gladiator, this one appearing to be a magician horrified at the carnage around him from the massive brawl. By now a few gladiators had already began nervously looking back and forth between the cannon and the door with a hole in it.
The cannon turned toward Pencillum, and seventeen pencils went straight down its end. They seemingly had no effect, and a large blue beam blasted through him.
Everything went blue, then changed to nothing.
Well, not quite nothing. Pencillum still felt a slight tingly sensation on his right hand. I’d recognize that sensation anywhere – it’s the same sensation as when Novroc teleported me to the Stickpage dimension. So it’s only a dimension teleport, not a true Tesla beam? Huh…
The nothingness around him dissipated and revealed an empty classroom. Pencils and scrolls were scattered around the room. A lone cauldron sat on what apparently used to be the teacher’s desk, along with a primitive livestreamer-like device.
No way… not the Lost Abandoned School for Gifted Wizards… that’s been lost for fifty years!
He remembered his teacher lecturing the class about it in the third grade. “Well, the Lost Abandoned School for Gifted Wizards is just that. Lost. About forty-five years ago, it was still running perfectly. One day everyone there teleported back to Pencil Island saying that it was beginning to get unstable, and it was starting to move. Of course it’s still out there somewhere, the magic’s enough to keep it running, but because it was moving, we don’t really know where it is, so we can’t teleport back, because of Pell’s Law of Teleportation, of course.” How did the Host find it? he thought with wonder, then stopped.
Well, no matter. The only reason the Host would teleport me here is because either there’s an enemy here I’m supposed to defeat, or…
His heart sped up as he realized what the other possibility was.
…this is the battleground for my first round battle!
He dashed out of the room, and in his haste to find his enemy, he tripped over a chair leg and went flying into the air.

“Corvon. Stay here.”
“More bloodshed? Surely you don’t expect the purpose of the Host teleporting us here to be to fight a battle…”
A withering glare, and the magician stopped.
“Stay.”
“You’d best be careful…”
“I can take care of myself, thank you.”
She left, leaving Corvon standing there, still wondering if it was a good idea to let her go on alone.

Pencillum dashed out of the room, and his haste to find his enemy, he tripped over a chair leg and went flying into the air, directly towards the wall. Expecting a hard landing, he braced himself, and when none came, he realized that the wall was actually made of a bubble-wrap-like substance. Ahh… good designing by the wizards, I suppose.

Kalena strode purposefully down the hallway, seeking out her opponent. A loud series of CRACKs were heard from behind her. She turned around and saw a teenage boy embedded inside the wall.
“Huh. Well, this is interesting…”

“Huh. Well, this is interesting…” said a hard, yet melodious voice.
Pencillum would have jumped up about five feet into the air had he not been stuck in a wall at the moment. He merely stayed stuck for about three seconds, dumbfounded, before slipping out, standing up, stretching, and suddenly realizing that the first gladiator to be zapped, the young woman, was standing in front of him.
“Er… hi.”
“You are part of the system, aren’t you?”
“Well, um, yes, but – “
DANGER INCOMING! screamed a voice inside his head, and in one fluid motion the woman drew a sword, whipped it at his neck, and stopped with a dull THUNK as it slammed into a pencil. Another pencil was flipped at the woman’s shoulder, and in turn, it was slapped away by her sword.
Pencillum, still with a pencil in his right hand, stabbed that at the woman’s other shoulder, but that was blocked yet again by the woman’s sword. Another slash with the sword, which Pencillum dodged and retreated from. The woman now stabbed her sword hard in the floor, waited expectantly, and… nothing happened.
“No earth here, it’s not going to work,” said Pencillum, with a smile.
A slight pause for reality to sink in, then:
“How do you know – “
“I read the character profiles. Unlike some people…”
“I thought only the Writers could view the profiles.”
“Oh, I can be very… convincing… at times, when it comes to information. Or you could say that my Writer is… rather weak.” He chuckled, then looked up at the ceiling nervously. A small fracture in one of the ceiling tiles began to appear, for apparently no reason. His ghost of a chuckle disappeared.
“Erm… actually, on second thought, I take that back.”
Another pause, then Pencillum leaped back into the fray, now wielding a pencil in both hands.
“Oops, I just realized that I forgot to introduce myself,” Pencillum said casually, as he slashed at Kalena’s face. She blocked with her sword. “My name is Pencillum – “ – a jab at Kalena’s shoulder, which she dodged with ease – “and I like pencils.” The sword-and-pencil fight continued, neither side gaining an advantage. “So what’s your name?”

“So what’s your name?” the pencil fighter asked, a foolish-looking smile on his face.
“Kalena Eirwen. Although it is not important. Why are you in this system that mindlessly sheds the blood of its participants?”
“I wish to train my abilities against… better, more powerful opponents.” Another pencil slash, easily turned away.
“Train… for what?”
“Why, for world domination, of course!”
“So you are evil…”
“In a sense, yes.”
“Then you must die.”
Pencillum sighed, blocking a sword strike without looking. “If you must.” He hurled a red-tipped pencil at the hilt of the Sword of Truth. Realizing what the pencil was made to do, Kalena jumped back, dropping the sword. The pencil soared between her hand and the sword and exploded when it hit the wall.
The sword fell to the floor, blade pointing down. Almost in slow motion, it sliced right through the floor and fell towards the earth, ten thousand feet away.
Both fighters watched the sword fall, Pencillum in amusement and Kalena in horror.
Almost a full five seconds passed before Pencillum leaped at Kalena, pencil in hand. He pinned her against the wall and put the pencil to her throat.
“I have you now,” smirked Pencillum, in almost a perfect Darth Vader voice.

While Kalena had been fighting with Pencillum, Corvon was looking around.
Stupid School for Gifted Wizards. Thank goodness it’s abandoned now. If it hadn’t been for them we would have won the Multidimensional Wizardry Championship, School Division! Them and their idiotic Perpetual Pencil Motion Machine!
He looked around a bit more.
How obsessed are they with pencils anyway?
Dozens of pencils littered the room, each with different colored tips. I’m guessing all of them do different things.
He continued to look around for several minutes before he had an odd feeling.
I don’t know. This just feels… weird. Like Kalena is in danger or something.
Well, there’s no harm in investigating, is there?
He stepped out of the room, looked down the hallway, and saw a fairly odd-looking teenager holding a pencil to Kalena’s throat. Her sword was nowhere to be seen.
“I have you now,” said the teenager.
You know what, I’m interfering…

A blue bolt of energy slammed into the pencil fighter’s pencil, knocking it into the wall.
“What?”
“Yahoo,” said Corvon dryly, without any hint of excitement.
Another bolt of energy slammed into Pencillum, blasting him backwards and into the wall.
“You’re all clear, kid,” muttered Corvon to Kalena.
“What?” was the response.
“Sorry. I had to finish the scene.”
Pencillum slipped out of the wall and ran quickly down the hallway, Kalena in hot pursuit. More bolts of energy were launched, which slowed Pencillum down as he dodged them. He reached the end of the hallway, turned the corner, and disappeared.

Kalena sped down the hallway after Pencillum, trying to catch him and…
Wait a second. What exactly am I planning to do when I catch him?
She tried to stop, but she tripped over something and flew into the wall…

Pencillum tore across the corner, then stopped. Let’s see if that pencil on the ground I kicked up can trip her. If the trip pencil doesn’t work, I’ll ambush her.
Kalena tripped over the pencil stuck in the floor and flew directly into the wall…
Okay, the trip pencil worked.
…went through the wall…
Er… okay, that’s even better.
…conjured a sword from nowhere…
What exactly is she going to do with that transient blade?
…and sliced through the air with the sword, and disappeared. Two hands clung onto the bottom of the human-shaped hole, and a split second later, Kalena stood in front of Pencillum as if nothing had happened.
“You cut through your momentum. Impressive.”
“Er, Kalena?” called a voice from down the hallway.
“What?”
“Your momentum wasn’t the only thing you cut.”
“So…”
“You also cut through the magic surrounding this place and keeping it 10,000 feet in the air.”
“But that’s just a small cut in the side!”
“Oh no, don’t forget about Pfleffley’s Law. If any part of a magical barrier is cut through, the entire barrier is considerably weakened.”
“So that means that…”
“Yep. Not good.”
A loud, long creak was heard, then a crash. Pencillum landed with his feet on the roof; Kalena and Corvon bumped their heads on the ceiling.
Flicking a pencil at Kalena, Pencillum smiled. “The very laws of physics are on my side!”
Kalena managed to dodge the pencil. Aaagh, I can’t keep this up for long. I hope that sword’s arriving soon…
At that moment, another crash was heard. A sword hilt burst through the floor, followed by the rest of the sword, followed by a circular piece of earth.
“What? But – “
“My sword needs only to stab itself into the ground for me to be able to control the earth. Now, goodbye. Your bloodthirsty evil must be stopped.”
Kalena grabbed the sword, pulled it out of the earth, and in one swift stroke, swept the pencil fighter’s head clean off.
“Phew…”
“Er, Kalena?”
“What?”
“You know, we’re still falling…”
“Right…”
“Congratulations! Kalena Eirwen wins the round,” boomed a disembodied voice. Again, a Tesla cannon descended from the ceiling.
“Now this, my friends, is a REAL Tesla cannon,” laughed the voice. “Mwahahahahahahahaha!”
The expressions on Kalena and Corvon’s faces turned from relief to shock, and then to sudden fear.
The ghost of the Host’s laugh echoed through the hallway as the Tesla cannon blasted, which was made more creepy because it should not have echoed, given the design of the hallway. “…haha…haha…”

“Wow.”
“’Wow’” is a nice word for it.”
“Yeah. How much did it cost to do this?”
“I don’t know, ask the finance guys. All I know is that this baby is a freaking flying drone tank. With extra weapons and stuff thrown in.”
“That’s pretty impressive.”
“Yeah. Hope the politicians like it.”
Suddenly, a sword fell through the air and impaled itself on the ground.
“Wait. What?”
The sword began to rise up as the ground rose with it.
“What in the name of…”
“Whoa…”
The earth continued rising.
“Hey, whatever. As long as it doesn’t hurt us.”
“Good point. Should I call in the politicians then?”
“They might be unnerved by this… earth abnormality, but… sure.”

“Now, I bet you guys are all wondering what this “super-vehicle” looks like. Well, we have the prototype with us right now. John, if you please…”
The massive tanklike vehicle flew towards the podium, hovering above it, and stopping.
All of the politicians in the audience applauded. There were quite a few shouts of “Wow!” and “Whoa!”
The sky darkened.
“Was that supposed to happen?”
“No…” muttered John, looking up at the sky. “Oh. My. God.”
Now the audience was screaming. “What is that?” “I don’t know! Some kind of building?” “I think it’s a school!” “Falling from the sky?” “I don’t care what it is! RUN!”
All the people present scattered and ran for their lives as the Lost Abandoned School for Gifted Wizards descended upon the secret military base…

Pencillum groaned groggily. “What happened?”
“Oh, Kalena cut your head off.”
“Er…”
“Yeah, you lost. But on the bright side, we’re pretty good healers.”
“Thanks, then.”
“Fear not,” boomed the Host’s disembodied voice. “You still have a chance in the Loser’s Bracket.”
“Loser’s Bracket?”
“Well, that’s a bit harsh, now that I think about it. How about, ‘You still have a chance in the Non-Winner’s Bracket’?”
“Er, okay. How does that work?”
“All will be revealed in due time. In the meantime, I suggest you rest up and train some more. To be honest, you were beaten pretty badly this time.”
“Gee, thanks for the compliments,” muttered Pencillum dryly.
There was no response.
“Oooo…kay…”

Kalena and Corvon materialized in the Victory Room, still mildly confused.
“Okay, I was kidding about that being a real Tesla beam. Welcome to the Victory Room.”
“Oooo…kay…”
There was no response.
“So…”
“You didn’t have to barge in and save me like that. There still was a… large… chance that I could save myself.”
Silence.
“Okay, fine. Thank you.”
Corvon smiled for the first time in what seemed like years.

A low growl.
“Fly, boy, fly…”
Boy, are they going to like this, thought the Host.

Chamel
07-05-2013, 09:09 PM
I just realized Lobo initiated the Hard Ante... Wow, major props.

Now a question: there's no word limit... right? Just as long as we conplete fight within the time frame?

Xate
07-05-2013, 09:14 PM
Yes. Just look at The Strongest. Over 6000! _Ai_ will be in deep shit. (WHO WRITE THAT LONG ANYWAY!)

merich1
07-05-2013, 09:16 PM
Yes. Just look at The Strongest. Over 6000! _Ai_ will be in deep shit. (WHO WRITE THAT LONG ANYWAY!)

My word counter says about 5300. I don't know...

Shadowkirby
07-05-2013, 09:16 PM
I'm having trouble writing my entry down, I feel uninspired somehow, but I'm still not going down. I just need to try hard, that's all.

The Organization
07-05-2013, 09:19 PM
So wait, points determine the round victory or points do. Also do wins really matter, or just the points you get from the votes

The Strongest
07-05-2013, 09:22 PM
(WHO WRITE THAT LONG ANYWAY!)

People who have to have their fight go on for over two hours while showcasing seven different elemental powers.

Which, then, makes me curious about what Lobotomizer's post will look like, since she has to keep her fight under five minutes.

EDIT: As for _Ai_ being in any kind of trouble, maybe. He just has to write in a more coherent fashion than I do to win in votes, I think.

Xate
07-05-2013, 09:28 PM
My word counter says about 5300. I don't know...
Oh you're gotta be kidding me ;O;


People who have to have their fight go on for over two hours while showcasing seven different elemental powers.

Which, then, makes me curious about what Lobotomizer's post will look like, since she has to keep her fight under five minutes.

EDIT: As for _Ai_ being in any kind of trouble, maybe. He just has to write in a more coherent fashion than I do to win in votes, I think.
Yeah, you might be right, like in my case, where I have to use at least 8 TM, 3 of which are by Bl.An.C.

Chamel
07-05-2013, 09:31 PM
I'm having trouble writing my entry down, I feel uninspired somehow, but I'm still not going down. I just need to try hard, that's all.

I know the feel bro...

My story is mostly having Todes ask a shit load of "Why" questions, followed by a brief fight, and going to end with Chance saying "I'm not into necro" or something like that :I

Xate
07-05-2013, 09:39 PM
In my view, Chance is a batshit nutjob who takes pleasure in killing (Your fight with merich1). So I think I can make the battle interesting. But to incorporate the "storytelling" WITHOUT turning a fight into "STORY TIME!" is hard. ;-; (Why am I posting this, anyway?)

Shadowkirby
07-05-2013, 11:49 PM
I know the feel bro...

My story is mostly having Todes ask a shit load of "Why" questions, followed by a brief fight, and going to end with Chance saying "I'm not into necro" or something like that :I

Funny, now that I've done my part in the wRHG Chat thread, I've gotten that magical, yet melancholic flow, it's that profoundly push I really need. Not only that, I got my dear old friend, Donnie Darko, to strengthen the mood.

Xate
07-05-2013, 11:53 PM
Hah...Chat Thread. A source for inspiration. I'm quite honored.

Rochedan
07-07-2013, 05:06 AM
Only three days left you guys, just sayin'

BirtDog
07-07-2013, 05:35 AM
I wanna read these! Reading blak's and azure's fight, along with the rules of the tourney made me join!!!! Keep me hooked! >_<

blakphoenix
07-07-2013, 12:22 PM
I wanna read these! Reading blak's and azure's fight, along with the rules of the tourney made me join!!!! Keep me hooked! >_<

You ain't seen nothing yet. Wait till the other writers get their stories up. You'll die from an implosion of epic awesomeness, at least, that's what I'm assuming will happen when I read them.

Which brings up the question: Votes from outside the tournament?

Chamel
07-07-2013, 12:45 PM
Let's see who's completed their entries thus far:
-Azure
-Blak
-Error
-Merich
-Rochedan
-Strongest

Did I miss anybody?

And I'm relieved, all I have to do now is revise (and NITPICK HARD AS F*CK) and then I'll be done! Whoo! (/o.o)/

Lobotomizer
07-07-2013, 01:18 PM
Looks like my motivation hit a bottom low at the wrong time. Oh well.

The Organization
07-07-2013, 01:29 PM
Still on chap 1 but I broke 1000 words yesterday

_Ai_
07-07-2013, 02:10 PM
I'm currently writing at night, because I only get inspired at night. Heh.

Shadowkirby
07-07-2013, 02:40 PM
I got a question:

When you said AI, meaning Artificial Intelligence, do you mean robots looking like humans, or just robots in general?

Btw, I'm halfway done.

The Organization
07-07-2013, 02:46 PM
I got a question:

When you said AI, meaning Artificial Intelligence, do you mean robots looking like humans, or just robots in general?

Btw, I'm halfway done.

AI would be any robot with an artificial intellegence, such as intellegence resembling that of a human
Cyborgs are humans with robot components, Androids are robots that resemble humans

Actually an AI doesnt even have to be a computer/robot, its any conciousness thats artificially created
You could for instance put AI in a potato or on the internet

_Ai_
07-07-2013, 02:55 PM
Or it could be me.

The Strongest
07-07-2013, 03:06 PM
You've gone rogue, and played a part in kabooming a large portion of a facility?

I prefer writing at night because I'm too tired to think of many things at once, so I can actually put words to fake paper.

Chamel
07-07-2013, 03:08 PM
Or it could be me.

LMAO
*As Todesberühung narrowly avoided a crusted spike of blood, two pellets of light struck him in the chest, sending him flying through the nearest wall. As the dead man struggled to stand, he noticed something peculair. A young boy had shot him! AIMAN had come from nowhere and blasted him with his twin electric pistols!*

LOLWUT

BirtDog
07-07-2013, 04:31 PM
You ain't seen nothing yet. Wait till the other writers get their stories up. You'll die from an implosion of epic awesomeness, at least, that's what I'm assuming will happen when I read them.

Which brings up the question: Votes from outside the tournament?

I'm hoping for that.

Shadowkirby
07-07-2013, 04:56 PM
Date: June 30th, 2025, 11:34 PM

“Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of... your lives!”

That was the last he heard, he can still hear his voice echo within the vacant mind, then there was a flash, a sudden burst of light came, and he didn't time it right to see what caused it. Everything else was an outright blur, a fog of mystery that has hidden the answers he needed to understand, a feeble memory flying away like snow in the winds....
Our unlikely protagonist, Todesberührung, or Deathtouch, has awaken from his dreamless unconsciousness, only to reveal himself to be somewhere on an unknown frigid tundra in a middle of a heavy blizzard. Blanketed with endless snow, all he sees is the everlasting field of white sleet. Todesberührung, with limited eye vision due to losing his right eye to a bullet which caused his death, couldn't see through the endless rain of snowflakes, it has shrouded his only vision to identify his surroundings. All until then, he catches a faint and distant figure through the snowfall; seeing no other places around him to provide some sort of shelter, he ventured on to the mysterious building in hopes to find answers, the only thing that has evaded from him since the start.
The blizzard has begun to diminish as Todesberührung came closer to the shrouded structure, only to reveal as an abandoned slaughterhouse; the exterior of the factory is worn and rusted, the windows are cracked and fogged, and bordering the area are frozen decayed limbs and bodies, robot pieces and screws, and miscellaneous items, mostly buried within the snow of the frozen wasteland.

What has happened here? he thought.

This place is unknown to him, and if this is some kind of an ideal location for him to fight his competitor, then the Host has another thing coming. Todesberührung is unsure of himself if he should even enter the factory, noticing that it has been left untouched for years, but if the Host wants him to enter in order to achieve victory, then he has no choice but to enter. Before reaching to the handle of the door, he can faintly hear machines being operated within, not only that, he hears somebody within the premises. Hoping to get this “round” over with, he set foot within the interior of the factory.
He followed a bloody hallway with rotting corpses lying on either the floor or against the wall; there must be some kind of massacre occurring, and his opponent must be a crazed gladiator who's joy is to slaughter the innocent minds that are left working here. This theory seems implausible in which the factory was abandoned years ago, and the bodies are decaying with flies and maggots feasting on their flesh. He did see robot parts scattered around, so it's possible that a revolt has happened here before. Now this theory makes sense once he thought about it.
Todesberührung finally arrives in the main base of the factory; robotic butchers are seeing cleaving, gutting, and skinning animals carelessly, and stashing them onto conveyor belts that leads to another spot in the factory. Catwalks are seen above the robots and the machinery, hencing that there were once guards that watch a close eye on the workers, making sure that they don't either poison or possibly start a fight. Fresh blood drips from the conveyor belts as they make new stains onto the cold, blood-stained concrete floor; mercilessly chopping away as the robots were intended to do was a horrific sight.
Todesberührung searches around for his opponent so he can put a quick end to the round, then he heard some commotion up on the catwalk; a man in a classy tuxedo is evading attacks from a rogue robot, which it was attacking. He has seen this man before back at the warehouse, he seems to care less about the serious, yet life-threatening situation and just laughs it off, always smiling and chuckling, like a clown of some sort. He is seen telepathically pulling fresh blood from one of the vats stored under him and made himself a polearm-like weapon.

“Is that the best you can do? When's the last time you were oiled?” the red-haired man chuckled.

His eye caught the sight of Todesberührung watching them fight.

“Hey there, it's about time you've finally showed up. Heheh... I've been waiting around this dreadful place for you to come until this bucket of bolts appeared rogue and slashed at me, and now that you've shown up, we should introduce ourselves! But first...”

He hesitates and trips the robot, then using the blood from the vats to lower himself down. He then smiled and introduced himself.

“My name, good sir, is Chance Downtown. Most people call me Fox, but I'd prefer to be called by my first name.”

Chance skims the undead for a bit, circling him around to get a better glimpse of Todesberührung. He kept a cautious eye on Chance to make sure he's not about to trick him. Chance then recognizes who he is and chuckled a bit.

“I see, you must be the infamous undead known for its touch of Death, what was the name again? Todes... Teedos... eermm.... gosh, it's hard to remember considering how long and complicated your name is,” Chance laughed.

“Wait... I got it!” he exclaimed. “It's Todesberührung! Now I remember!” Chance continued chuckling.

He finished chuckling, then continued chatting. He seems to appear more of a chatterbox and a fighter, but that's not going to let his guard down.

“It is an honor fighting a powerful zombie like yourself, especially the one whom everybody is chasing after! I'm quite thrilled, sir, but I am going off-topic. Since this is a tournament, I will tend to do my best to take you down to advance to the next round. It's my only purpose here, so I apologize for once we duel, I have to retire you from ever fighti-”

Chance was suddenly interrupted when Todesberührung set his hand onto his left should and rapidly threw him aside just in time when the rogue AI leaps onto him, landing the cleaver into his head. Todesberührung grabbed the robot and threw it across the factory, landing against the other working robots. The undead reached for the implanted hatchet that is lodged within his head, and slowly pulls it out; the wound that the hatchet dealt slowly healed up, but not noticing that Chance had the opportunity to strike him with his blood-made polearm. Using his instincts, he barely escapes the weapon, making a big cut on his side. He then dodges another swing from Chance, then takes a few steps back from him.

“My, you're quite fun to challenge, sir. I would applaud to your efforts in evading my attacks, but you see, I'm not quite done yet,” Chance chuckled before proceeding his barrage of attacks.

The AI rises back up to its feet and grabs the closest weapon he can hold; a meat-hook. It then charges at the zombie with rapid speed. Todesberührung sees both AI and Chance launching their assault against him and, at the precise second, he narrowly moves away from the middle as the two clash; the AI gored Chance's right shoulder while he knocks the robot back as he uses the polearm to push it away. They both collapse to the ground as Todesberührung ran somewhere around the facility; Chance got up, chuckling feebly, and cautiously pulls the meat-hook out of him.

“Heh... this guys... smarter than I thought...”

Chance skims his surrounding and there was no sign of Todesberührung; he must have hid himself somewhere, but he hasn't gone far enough. Chance quickly got up to his feet, holding the wound and struggling to get himself off the ground. The crisp air isn't aiding his wound at the slightest, each breath of wind sends his nerve cells wild; his own blood trickles down from his tuxedo, soaking in the fabrics. Despite his pain, he's still smiling, hoping that once this is over, he'll receive medical care from the Host, if he does hopefully. Unbeknownst to him, the AI has already left, possibly searching for the walking dead.
Todesberührung goes through hallways to other rooms, seeing an animal farm; pigs, cows, and chickens are seen freezing in the cold, some are bony and thin with barely any sufficient meat. A sad sight to say since this place was abandoned, no one cared to save the animals that were slaughtered in the hand of the AIs. Todesberührung ventured forth and came across the West Wing of the slaughterhouse; the wreckage is blanketed in snow; caused by the blizzard outside. It's doubling the refrigerating unit, making the whole factory freezing cold, which isn't good, even for him. Even though he can't feel the chill, ice or anything crystallized can be a big disadvantage for him.
He continued on and stumbled across a staircase, up to the second floor of the slaughterhouse. As he's about to climb, the AI leaps on to his back, bashing his head with a crowbar it found. Todesberührung struggled to remove the robot off, grabbing the head of the AI, then threw it off. It quickly got back to its feet and swung at him. Todesberührung barely misses the swings the AI is dealing as he ascends up the stairs.
Chance examined his surroundings in hopes in finding Todesberührung. He's slowly getting weaker by the minute since the cold air slowly inflicts the wound on his shoulder.

“Where could he be...?” he thought.

He searched thoroughly, hoping that he doesn't jump on him out of any suspicious hiding places.

“Come out, come out, whereever you are!~” Chance sang. “You can't hide forever.”

Chance then hears a disturbance upstairs, he peeked and saw Todesberührung fighting against the AI. He seems to be preoccupied in dodging its attacks that he never notices Chance from below. Both fought onto a hanging catwalk, hovering over big vats of blood; the same place that Chance fought against the AI.

“That is surely some irony I'm watching, but why wait?”

Chance liquefies his polearm into a small javelin, light enough to fly far in an accurate rate. He carefully observes their fight, watching where they're fighting, in hopes of striking at the dead man. He closes his left eye to earn an accurate shot, and patiently waits for the right moment. Todesberührung pushes back the AI from him to give himself some room. He hasn't been using his Death Touch ability yet, and possibly saving it as a last resort; no need to waste it.
At the perfect moment, Chance sought his chance and threw the javelin at Todesberührung, nailing him right at the knee. The crystallized blood javelin has weakened the undead, causing him to fall to his knee. Chance shout out in excitement as he caught him in a weak position.

“Haha!! Gotcha!” he exclaimed, then heads towards the stairs to finish him off.

The AI got back up, once again, and deals a blow to the head, knocking Todesberührung down on the catwalk. Chance finally reached up to the catwalk and observes the scene in front of him. It wouldn't be fair if the AI killed him, so Chance took the matters in his own hands and conjured a quarterstaff from collecting blood from the vats below. The AI notices Chance coming and strike him across the face, knocking out his tooth.

“Ouch... you know that hurts...” Chance smiled as he spat out blood.

As the AI got closer the Chance, he transformed the quarterstaff into small crystallized spikes and launched at it. The spikes burrowed deep within the robot, causing to malfunction, while Todesberührung pulled the javelin out from his kneecap. The wound regenerated and, from behind the AI, he pierced the javelin into the robot's head. Malfunctioning and shaking, the AI threw itself off the catwalk, falling into one of the vats of blood; the electricity from the AI caused the blood to burst into flames.
Chance got up and sees Todesberührung, standing and glaring, which got him to abruptly chuckle.

“You have really outdone yourself, fine sir! Truly, a wonderful performance you have done! I must say that you are truly bold. I'd applaud in your efforts, well done.” Chance smiled and applauded for him.

“Although,” Chance added, “since we've only taken care of the robot, we still haven't finished our battle. So, if you would ever so kindly, let us continue, and may the best man... or undead, win.”

The two stared each other off, and the fight continued. From under, Chance conjured spikes from the vats, and launched them up to the catwalk, right where Todesberührung is standing. He quickly moves away from them as Chance got closer to him. He forms the blood into an axe and swings wildly at Todesberührung. He fought back by dealing two heavy punches to the face and chest, knocking some of the wind out of him. Chance coughs and laughs as he sees him at the end of the catwalk.

“You fight bravely, but I don't think you can take me down like that. Look around you, there's blood everywhere, and once there's blood, I have full advantage against you! This is clearly my match to begin with! I'm sorry to say that you have clearly lost this round, and as for that, let's end this!”

He then charges at the undead in full speed, leaping over the spikes he made. Todesberührung looked around for some way to halt his attack, then realize that he's on the catwalk, if he can take it down, it will throw off Chance. So Todesberührung positioned himself and hangs his Death Hand in front of him. Chance stopped running and viewed his bizarre position.

“Todesberührung, mind if I ask what are you planning to do...?” he questioned.

He looks at Chance with his always deadpan expression, then answered.

“Winning.”

Todesberührung strikes his Death Hand down on the catwalk, causing to rust and break in front of him. The bars that are supporting the catwalk grew weak and brittle to hold it up, causing it to casually tilt and fall. Chance sprints back and attempts to reach for the stairs, but ends up tripping on his own spikes, landing his right leg on top of them. The pain left him screaming in agony as the catwalk falls down upon the vats. The structure knocked some of the vats off, spilling the blood of slaughtered animals on the stained and frozen ground. The destruction formed a faint cloud over it before vanishing; viewing the sabotaged catwalk and Chance, who is now covered in animal blood.
Todesberührung leaps down to the wreckage and skims around, finding Chance lying unconscious, with a piece of the spike impaled within his right leg. It has seems that Todesberührung has won this round due to Chance being in a comatose state by the pain of the spike, and falling from a high feet. Todesberührung slowly leaves and heads to the door, but before he opens, he takes one last look at the slaughterhouse, perceiving the unsanitary conditions this place has wrought. He also took a final glimpse at the unconscious Chance, even though he's a chatterbox from the start, he had to admire that he's a well-fought gladiator; friendly, decent, good skills with his ability to control blood.
Finished examining the foul facility, Todesberührung opens the door and finally leaves this godforsaken wasteland. Wherever the Host takes him, he will be ready to take on anybody that dares crosses him. Nothing will prevent him from completing his journey.

Finally finished.

Chamel
07-07-2013, 05:08 PM
Date: June 30th, 2025, 11:34 PM

“Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of... your lives!”

That was the last he heard, he can still hear his voice echo within the vacant mind, then there was a flash, a sudden burst of light came, and he didn't time it right to see what caused it. Everything else was an outright blur, a fog of mystery that has hidden the answers he needed to understand, a feeble memory flying away like snow in the winds....
Our unlikely protagonist, Todesberührung, or Deathtouch, has awaken from his dreamless unconsciousness, only to reveal himself to be somewhere on an unknown frigid tundra in a middle of a heavy blizzard. Blanketed with endless snow, all he sees is the everlasting field of white sleet. Todesberührung, with limited eye vision due to losing his right eye to a bullet which caused his death, couldn't see through the endless rain of snowflakes, it has shrouded his only vision to identify his surroundings. All until then, he catches a faint and distant figure through the snowfall; seeing no other places around him to provide some sort of shelter, he ventured on to the mysterious building in hopes to find answers, the only thing that has evaded from him since the start.
The blizzard has begun to diminish as Todesberührung came closer to the shrouded structure, only to reveal as an abandoned slaughterhouse; the exterior of the factory is worn and rusted, the windows are cracked and fogged, and bordering the area are frozen decayed limbs and bodies, robot pieces and screws, and miscellaneous items, mostly buried within the snow of the frozen wasteland.

What has happened here? he thought.

This place is unknown to him, and if this is some kind of an ideal location for him to fight his competitor, then the Host has another thing coming. Todesberührung is unsure of himself if he should even enter the factory, noticing that it has been left untouched for years, but if the Host wants him to enter in order to achieve victory, then he has no choice but to enter. Before reaching to the handle of the door, he can faintly hear machines being operated within, not only that, he hears somebody within the premises. Hoping to get this “round” over with, he set foot within the interior of the factory.
He followed a bloody hallway with rotting corpses lying on either the floor or against the wall; there must be some kind of massacre occurring, and his opponent must be a crazed gladiator who's joy is to slaughter the innocent minds that are left working here. This theory seems implausible in which the factory was abandoned years ago, and the bodies are decaying with flies and maggots feasting on their flesh. He did see robot parts scattered around, so it's possible that a revolt has happened here before. Now this theory makes sense once he thought about it.
Todesberührung finally arrives in the main base of the factory; robotic butchers are seeing cleaving, gutting, and skinning animals carelessly, and stashing them onto conveyor belts that leads to another spot in the factory. Catwalks are seen above the robots and the machinery, hencing that there were once guards that watch a close eye on the workers, making sure that they don't either poison or possibly start a fight. Fresh blood drips from the conveyor belts as they make new stains onto the cold, blood-stained concrete floor; mercilessly chopping away as the robots were intended to do was a horrific sight.
Todesberührung searches around for his opponent so he can put a quick end to the round, then he heard some commotion up on the catwalk; a man in a classy tuxedo is evading attacks from a rogue robot, which it was attacking. He has seen this man before back at the warehouse, he seems to care less about the serious, yet life-threatening situation and just laughs it off, always smiling and chuckling, like a clown of some sort. He is seen telepathically pulling fresh blood from one of the vats stored under him and made himself a polearm-like weapon.

“Is that the best you can do? When's the last time you were oiled?” the red-haired man chuckled.

His eye caught the sight of Todesberührung watching them fight.

“Hey there, it's about time you've finally showed up. Heheh... I've been waiting around this dreadful place for you to come until this bucket of bolts appeared rogue and slashed at me, and now that you've shown up, we should introduce ourselves! But first...”

He hesitates and trips the robot, then using the blood from the vats to lower himself down. He then smiled and introduced himself.

“My name, good sir, is Chance Downtown. Most people call me Fox, but I'd prefer to be called by my first name.”

Chance skims the undead for a bit, circling him around to get a better glimpse of Todesberührung. He kept a cautious eye on Chance to make sure he's not about to trick him. Chance then recognizes who he is and chuckled a bit.

“I see, you must be the infamous undead known for its touch of Death, what was the name again? Todes... Teedos... eermm.... gosh, it's hard to remember considering how long and complicated your name is,” Chance laughed.

“Wait... I got it!” he exclaimed. “It's Todesberührung! Now I remember!” Chance continued chuckling.

He finished chuckling, then continued chatting. He seems to appear more of a chatterbox and a fighter, but that's not going to let his guard down.

“It is an honor fighting a powerful zombie like yourself, especially the one whom everybody is chasing after! I'm quite thrilled, sir, but I am going off-topic. Since this is a tournament, I will tend to do my best to take you down to advance to the next round. It's my only purpose here, so I apologize for once we duel, I have to retire you from ever fighti-”

Chance was suddenly interrupted when Todesberührung set his hand onto his left should and rapidly threw him aside just in time when the rogue AI leaps onto him, landing the cleaver into his head. Todesberührung grabbed the robot and threw it across the factory, landing against the other working robots. The undead reached for the implanted hatchet that is lodged within his head, and slowly pulls it out; the wound that the hatchet dealt slowly healed up, but not noticing that Chance had the opportunity to strike him with his blood-made polearm. Using his instincts, he barely escapes the weapon, making a big cut on his side. He then dodges another swing from Chance, then takes a few steps back from him.

“My, you're quite fun to challenge, sir. I would applaud to your efforts in evading my attacks, but you see, I'm not quite done yet,” Chance chuckled before proceeding his barrage of attacks.

The AI rises back up to its feet and grabs the closest weapon he can hold; a meat-hook. It then charges at the zombie with rapid speed. Todesberührung sees both AI and Chance launching their assault against him and, at the precise second, he narrowly moves away from the middle as the two clash; the AI gored Chance's right shoulder while he knocks the robot back as he uses the polearm to push it away. They both collapse to the ground as Todesberührung ran somewhere around the facility; Chance got up, chuckling feebly, and cautiously pulls the meat-hook out of him.

“Heh... this guys... smarter than I thought...”

Chance skims his surrounding and there was no sign of Todesberührung; he must have hid himself somewhere, but he hasn't gone far enough. Chance quickly got up to his feet, holding the wound and struggling to get himself off the ground. The crisp air isn't aiding his wound at the slightest, each breath of wind sends his nerve cells wild; his own blood trickles down from his tuxedo, soaking in the fabrics. Despite his pain, he's still smiling, hoping that once this is over, he'll receive medical care from the Host, if he does hopefully. Unbeknownst to him, the AI has already left, possibly searching for the walking dead.
Todesberührung goes through hallways to other rooms, seeing an animal farm; pigs, cows, and chickens are seen freezing in the cold, some are bony and thin with barely any sufficient meat. A sad sight to say since this place was abandoned, no one cared to save the animals that were slaughtered in the hand of the AIs. Todesberührung ventured forth and came across the West Wing of the slaughterhouse; the wreckage is blanketed in snow; caused by the blizzard outside. It's doubling the refrigerating unit, making the whole factory freezing cold, which isn't good, even for him. Even though he can't feel the chill, ice or anything crystallized can be a big disadvantage for him.
He continued on and stumbled across a staircase, up to the second floor of the slaughterhouse. As he's about to climb, the AI leaps on to his back, bashing his head with a crowbar it found. Todesberührung struggled to remove the robot off, grabbing the head of the AI, then threw it off. It quickly got back to its feet and swung at him. Todesberührung barely misses the swings the AI is dealing as he ascends up the stairs.
Chance examined his surroundings in hopes in finding Todesberührung. He's slowly getting weaker by the minute since the cold air slowly inflicts the wound on his shoulder.

“Where could he be...?” he thought.

He searched thoroughly, hoping that he doesn't jump on him out of any suspicious hiding places.

“Come out, come out, whereever you are!~” Chance sang. “You can't hide forever.”

Chance then hears a disturbance upstairs, he peeked and saw Todesberührung fighting against the AI. He seems to be preoccupied in dodging its attacks that he never notices Chance from below. Both fought onto a hanging catwalk, hovering over big vats of blood; the same place that Chance fought against the AI.

“That is surely some irony I'm watching, but why wait?”

Chance liquefies his polearm into a small javelin, light enough to fly far in an accurate rate. He carefully observes their fight, watching where they're fighting, in hopes of striking at the dead man. He closes his left eye to earn an accurate shot, and patiently waits for the right moment. Todesberührung pushes back the AI from him to give himself some room. He hasn't been using his Death Touch ability yet, and possibly saving it as a last resort; no need to waste it.
At the perfect moment, Chance sought his chance and threw the javelin at Todesberührung, nailing him right at the knee. The crystallized blood javelin has weakened the undead, causing him to fall to his knee. Chance shout out in excitement as he caught him in a weak position.

“Haha!! Gotcha!” he exclaimed, then heads towards the stairs to finish him off.

The AI got back up, once again, and deals a blow to the head, knocking Todesberührung down on the catwalk. Chance finally reached up to the catwalk and observes the scene in front of him. It wouldn't be fair if the AI killed him, so Chance took the matters in his own hands and conjured a quarterstaff from collecting blood from the vats below. The AI notices Chance coming and strike him across the face, knocking out his tooth.

“Ouch... you know that hurts...” Chance smiled as he spat out blood.

As the AI got closer the Chance, he transformed the quarterstaff into small crystallized spikes and launched at it. The spikes burrowed deep within the robot, causing to malfunction, while Todesberührung pulled the javelin out from his kneecap. The wound regenerated and, from behind the AI, he pierced the javelin into the robot's head. Malfunctioning and shaking, the AI threw itself off the catwalk, falling into one of the vats of blood; the electricity from the AI caused the blood to burst into flames.
Chance got up and sees Todesberührung, standing and glaring, which got him to abruptly chuckle.

“You have really outdone yourself, fine sir! Truly, a wonderful performance you have done! I must say that you are truly bold. I'd applaud in your efforts, well done.” Chance smiled and applauded for him.

“Although,” Chance added, “since we've only taken care of the robot, we still haven't finished our battle. So, if you would ever so kindly, let us continue, and may the best man... or undead, win.”

The two stared each other off, and the fight continued. From under, Chance conjured spikes from the vats, and launched them up to the catwalk, right where Todesberührung is standing. He quickly moves away from them as Chance got closer to him. He forms the blood into an axe and swings wildly at Todesberührung. He fought back by dealing two heavy punches to the face and chest, knocking some of the wind out of him. Chance coughs and laughs as he sees him at the end of the catwalk.

“You fight bravely, but I don't think you can take me down like that. Look around you, there's blood everywhere, and once there's blood, I have full advantage against you! This is clearly my match to begin with! I'm sorry to say that you have clearly lost this round, and as for that, let's end this!”

He then charges at the undead in full speed, leaping over the spikes he made. Todesberührung looked around for some way to halt his attack, then realize that he's on the catwalk, if he can take it down, it will throw off Chance. So Todesberührung positioned himself and hangs his Death Hand in front of him. Chance stopped running and viewed his bizarre position.

“Todesberührung, mind if I ask what are you planning to do...?” he questioned.

He looks at Chance with his always deadpan expression, then answered.

“Winning.”

Todesberührung strikes his Death Hand down on the catwalk, causing to rust and break in front of him. The bars that are supporting the catwalk grew weak and brittle to hold it up, causing it to casually tilt and fall. Chance sprints back and attempts to reach for the stairs, but ends up tripping on his own spikes, landing his right leg on top of them. The pain left him screaming in agony as the catwalk falls down upon the vats. The structure knocked some of the vats off, spilling the blood of slaughtered animals on the stained and frozen ground. The destruction formed a faint cloud over it before vanishing; viewing the sabotaged catwalk and Chance, who is now covered in animal blood.
Todesberührung leaps down to the wreckage and skims around, finding Chance lying unconscious, with a piece of the spike impaled within his right leg. It has seems that Todesberührung has won this round due to Chance being in a comatose state by the pain of the spike, and falling from a high feet. Todesberührung slowly leaves and heads to the door, but before he opens, he takes one last look at the slaughterhouse, perceiving the unsanitary conditions this place has wrought. He also took a final glimpse at the unconscious Chance, even though he's a chatterbox from the start, he had to admire that he's a well-fought gladiator; friendly, decent, good skills with his ability to control blood.
Finished examining the foul facility, Todesberührung opens the door and finally leaves this godforsaken wasteland. Wherever the Host takes him, he will be ready to take on anybody that dares crosses him. Nothing will prevent him from completing his journey.

Finally finished.

F*ck

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 08:52 PM
So wait, points determine the round victory or points do. Also do wins really matter, or just the points you get from the votes

Votes alone determine your Hall of Warriors scorecard, if you're keeping track of that. But the points including the bonus and the antes determine the tournament rankings. It's important this round because if everyone submits, the highest scorer could get a Bye in Round 2.


I wanna read these! Reading blak's and azure's fight, along with the rules of the tourney made me join!!!! Keep me hooked! >_<

If you're active enough, and feel lucky, you can join the Loser's Bracket as a new entrant. You can try to fight your way for Honorable Mention and a chance to defeat the champ of the Winner's Bracket.



Anyways, good job showing some activity on this as the deadline steadily ticks away. I'm reluctant to announce an extension for fear of lulling you all into a false sense of security, causing you to laze off once again. But it's not you guys I'm really worried about. I just happen to pair up the 2 most inactive participants together: Anywho and saintmccaw. They signed on late in R1 and joined late in the prelims. Is it any wonder they'll even get this done? Does anyone know if they can reach out to these guys in Skype perhaps?

Either way it doesn't matter. Their lack of participation and eventual exclusion can only mean that this tournament won't be as fulfilling to you guys. I just host the thing and try my best to keep your attention spans straight but ultimately if you're not writing for this comp then there's nothing I can do. So don't feel ashamed with unfinished or shoddy work and just post anything. Let's keep this tourney alive and rake in more fans like BirtDog and a couple of other lurkers. (you guys must've noticed the sudden increase in character creations since this tournament began).

Equinox Fox
07-07-2013, 09:06 PM
What, no PM for this Hewitt?
I woulda been on this like crabs on hookers.

The Strongest
07-07-2013, 09:07 PM
Is that entering in the loser's bracket a one-person deal? I have a friend who only considered joining up the day before the prelims ended, and he's been under the impression that he can't join the tourney (and so, has been taking his sweet time finishing his stuff to join in the fun.)

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 09:15 PM
What, no PM for this Hewitt?
I woulda been on this like crabs on hookers.

<shrugs>

You always talked about getting back in the animation game AND you said you had work. I just assumed seeing as you don't actively post around here and are missing from the IRC, that you were just busy. Regardless, I posted on the wRHG discussion thread about a tournament like a week and a half before starting the Tournament just to be sure no one was going to be inactive and to gauge interest so there was no excuse not to see this coming. It seems that you just missed the memo. There's always the Loser's Bracket...and I'll be sure to PM you when that happens.


Is that entering in the loser's bracket a one-person deal? I have a friend who only considered joining up the day before the prelims ended, and he's been under the impression that he can't join the tourney (and so, has been taking his sweet time finishing his stuff to join in the fun.)

No. Naturally the Loser's bracket' initial contestants would be half the amount of the first round (optimally speaking, but since Anywho and saintmccaw are MIA...), that would require another batch of writers to fill out the roster, including newcomers alike.


Anyways, I haven't heard from anywho or saintmccaw other than that one time I was pm'd for a clarification in his ante. Let's hope theyre just really lurking :I

Shensurei
07-07-2013, 09:17 PM
Jesus christ this looks sweet as hell.
I'm gonna just
sort of
sneak in and maybe like
scan my ocular apprehension orbs over these mighty tomes of pure entertainment
for a little while

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 09:18 PM
Jesus christ this looks sweet as hell.
I'm gonna just
sort of
sneak in and maybe like
scan my ocular apprehension orbs over these mighty tomes of pure entertainment
for a little while

Stay as long as you need to, friend.

BirtDog
07-07-2013, 09:22 PM
Votes alone determine your Hall of Warriors scorecard, if you're keeping track of that. But the points including the bonus and the antes determine the tournament rankings. It's important this round because if everyone submits, the highest scorer could get a Bye in Round 2.


If you're active enough, and feel lucky, you can join the Loser's Bracket as a new entrant. You can try to fight your way for Honorable Mention and a chance to defeat the champ of the Winner's Bracket.



I'd enjoy my first battle to be tournament based. I've got a new job starting soon but ill keep coming back here so keep me posted if/when the "new entrants" sign-up is laid out there.

EDIT: btw, i think it's "Buy-in" but im not too sure myself because i didnt look it up. I just think it makes more sense. (Not trying to put you out there just trying to help)

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 09:27 PM
I'd enjoy my first battle to be tournament based. I've got a new job starting soon but ill keep coming back here so keep me posted if/when the "new entrants" sign-up is laid out there.

EDIT: btw, i think it's "Buy-in" but im not too sure myself because i didnt look it up. I just think it makes more sense. (Not trying to put you out there just trying to help)


Since I know virtually nothing about you, I'm gonna play it by ear and test your attention span by telling you that this Round (without extending) ends in 2 days. And from there, any bracket matches formed from that would last a week more. Now if I extend this, you're gonna have to wait.

As long as you sign up in the Loser's Bracket thread we're cool. I don't want another Anywho/saintmccaw to show up then do nothing.

BirtDog
07-07-2013, 09:32 PM
Since I know virtually nothing about you, I'm gonna play it by ear and test your attention span by telling you that this Round (without extending) ends in 2 days. And from there, any bracket matches formed from that would last a week more. Now if I extend this, you're gonna have to wait.

As long as you sign up in the Loser's Bracket thread we're cool. I don't want another Anywho/saintmccaw to show up then do nothing.

It's cool. There's a lot of other stuff to write-in on. I know this round ends on the 10th, but does that mean voting for the 1st round is ending on the 10th too? Or is there a time where voting ends so round 2 can begin?

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 09:36 PM
The voting period for matches last a week regardless of when they started. During the time R1 ends, I'll be holding signups for the Loser's bracket over at the Tournament Discussion Thread.

Chamel
07-07-2013, 09:47 PM
Bond has Jibber Jabber right...? And hey, the writer's lounge is getting some attention! IE Zero and Shensuri ~ Cool

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 09:51 PM
Bond has Jibber Jabber right...? And hey, the writer's lounge is getting some attention! IE Zero and Shensuri ~ Cool

Just focus on submitting your match >_>

Chamel
07-07-2013, 09:53 PM
V.V alright... getting it in by tomorrow, just gotta finish revising. ~<3

ErrorBlender
07-07-2013, 10:04 PM
So much new activity. Thanks Mecha-Hewitt, with your tourney the Lounge is getting a bit more viewers and writers.

BirtDog
07-07-2013, 10:08 PM
The voting period for matches last a week regardless of when they started. During the time R1 ends, I'll be holding signups for the Loser's bracket over at the Tournament Discussion Thread.

A "week" as in this week or as in a week from the day both were posted? (not just one of them or course. not so fair voting on 1 match w/o the other)

Chamel
07-07-2013, 10:17 PM
He means that once the polls are up for a single match, the polls only last a week. Once they're up, 7 days, it's done.

saintmccaw
07-07-2013, 11:22 PM
I can't believe its done and I hope its good. I used some of the tips from my battle with Acel, and here ya go.




CHAPTER 1: THE BLACK FLAG

It was many a night that I would find myself seeing the sights of a town... Also known as the pubs.

On this night, I was graced with the rare finding of a dockside bar: The Nassau, a boat made bar. It just so happened that the moment I stepped through the door, that I knew that something life changing would happen. Whether I liked it or not, I had to.

The real reason I had stumbled about The Nassau was because The Host had pointed it out for me, said it was "important for my next mission" or some random babble. To be honest, all I heard was the inclusion of a bar.

As I strided across the bar, I saw a variety of characters. Sailors, thugs, gamblers and alcoholics. Nothing I had to worry about too much about. Ordering a Crazy Jay, I tried to tune into anything interesting. Listening to the various conversations, I didn't even notice the drink being plopped down upon the table. As nothing caught my attention, I angled my head towards the newfound drink on the table. Taking a sip of the strong drink, I gulped down the bluish substance. I found that alcohol such as the Crazy Jay was enlightening aswell as empowering.

Snapped out of my alcohol inspired philosophical inquiries, I heard the sound of boots smashing the ground as a paticularly roughish group of fellows walked through the doors.

"TO ALL YOU BASTARDS IN SEARCH OF THE RICKETY, COME AND LISTEN TO ME AND MY MATES AS WE REGALE YOU WITH A TALE THAT'LL KNOCK YOUR DRUNKEN COWBOY HATS OFF!" One of the obviously drunken men said.

This statement was the one that practically tapped him on the shoulder and screamed in my ear. Rickety? I thought to myself. Who names a boat Rickety? That is simply bad luck in my personal opinion. Casting a glance over my shoulder, I watched as a respectable number of folks walk up to the table and pull up a seat. Sighing, I fumbled a twenty out of my pocket and placed it down on the counter next to my half finished drink.

Taking a seat next to the drunk gang of hooligans, I paid painstaking attention to every word they said.

"So... Some of you aiin't from 'round these parts... Ner...New Stickton... And thus some of yer might not know 'bout who me and my boys is." The seeming leader of the drunken band said.

"We is pirates, we sinks the tradeships and take all that we can... Shortly after we piss away all of our riches on shit bars such as 'is." He started up.

"Me specific name is... As far as you is concerned... Uhh... Hmm... Eddie! Yeah, Eddie's me name." Eddie the pirate blared.

"Movin' on from 'at.... When we's out at sea, shootin and lootin... We hears lots of stories! Lots a fake stories, lots of real stories... This is one of them real ones..." He said, bringing out a flask of seemingly no where.

"Mmm, good stuff that... Anyways... Onto the real story! Mmmkay, so... back along time ago... During SWWII, couple of sailors were trying to desert! Mmm, so, sooo... then. They was in a bar, drinkin some whiskey and chillin out, right? THEN! Then, then..." Eddie said with a confused expression on his face as he stumbled over his intoxicated words.

Unfortunately for Eddie, SOMEONE (mwah) was alittle tired of his theatrics. Standing up from my seat, I nonchalantly pushed the two rows of people seperating me from the drunk pirate out of my way as I thought of an easy take down.

Seconds after, yours truly was face to face with a drunken pirate who, to be honest, had been spewing shit for the last five minutes of my life. Before the cocky bastard could say a word, I grabbed him by the throat with one arm and backed him into the wall behind him, making him drop his stainless steel flask. Tightening my grip on him, I put out a hand behind me so Eddie's thugs didn't get the idea that they could approach me.

"Where is the Rickety, you little son of a bitch." I said, drawing him forth and then slamming him back into the wall for good measure.

"It-it's right off the bat of the Conch Shelf! Stuck all the way at the bottom, I mean.. Yeah! Yeah, thats where it is." He said reassuredly.

I merely grunted as I put a hand over the hilt of my Sensei's tanto and in one swift motion drew it and stabbed the pirate captain in the lungs twice in quick succession.

I only heard gasps and the dead sack of flesh hit the floor as I started my slow descent out of the bar. I threw up my hood as I left the shitty pub, remembering the important details of the night.

CHAPTER 2: INTO THE DEEP

"We've arrived." The driver of the boat I was currently seated upon stated monotonously.

"Alright, alright." I said/shouted, awoken from my partial slumber.

"Mhmm, okay, okay... Money, right?" I said, fumbling for my wallet.

"120 bucks sir." The driver said, hand out.

"Ahhhh...." I said, finding that I didn't have my wallet on me at all.

"Listen douchebag, it costs alot of money for me to row out here and drop your sorry ass off. The LEAST you could do is-"

Quickly thinking, I kicked him in the shins and grabbed him by his throat. Backing him to the edge of the boat, I lowered him until his torso was hanging over the water.

"I won't drop you if you don't call the police and give me a ride home. Then, I will fix your payment. Got it, Jackass?" I said roughly as I glared at him.

"Y-yes!" He cried out frantically, his life in the balance.

"Good man." I said, hoisting him back onto deck.

I dropped my cloak, revealing the SCUBA gear I donned. I put the mouthpiece in the aforementioned spot and readied myself for the dive.

Closing my eyes, I dived into the deep.

After letting the water do its thing and take me under, I opened my eyes; only to be greeted with eternal darkness and the sound of my heavy breathing.

Out of pure curiosity, I activated my evil eye as blood trickled down my cheek. I could see everything... with no fatigue? I let ten seconds pass, and felt none of the usual fatigue that greeted me normally when I activated my special gift.

Deciding to just roll with it, I swam across the deep until I was greeted with the distant x ray view of the Rickety. Quickening my pace, I soon saw that it was not unoccupied thanks to my eye.

CHAPTER 3: SODAS AND SCUFFLES

Toe, heel, toe, heel, toe, heel... These motions racked my mind as I silently stalked my prey, knowing her every movement. Being a sneaky bastard was hard when you are on a sub called the Rickety. Spotting scaffolding like material, I hopped upon the ladders and climbed up onto the rafters, as quiet as a whisper. Taking a closer look, I could see right through her. From body language alone, she appeared... frightened, almost. However, she continued to wait for her opponent to arrive.

Jumping from the rafters, I made the split second descicion for my attack: Land behind her, chokehold, wait for unconciousness to come knocking on the doors of my foe. Landing with grace, I made an attempt to wrap my forearm around her neck, not expecting her retaliation.

Quickly recieving a elbow to the stomach, I could only watch in surprise as she created space and drew a... Soda bottle? I was sitting like a retarded duck that was held back in the 2nd grade out of the fact she hadn't taunted me yet. Normally at this point, a enemy would come up with a cringe worthy one liner and then mess my shit up. But now? She readied her baton to hit me right in the nose. Masterfully, I performed a combat roll to flank the she-devil. Swinging at nothing but air, I took the opporitunity at a swift punch in the back knee. With amazing reaction time, my opponent jumped over my fist and bonked me on the backside of my head with a rock hard soda bottle.

Feeling all of the hit, I let the stars swirl around my noggin as I felt blackness start to creep over me. Shaking away the birds, I stood up with anger. Someone in the world thought they could beat me with a bottle of pop? I'll pop their ass!

Landing hit after hit, I watched my falter as I took a leap and kicked for the neck. Dodging the blow, she simultaneously popped the cap off of the bottle and took a quick swig. Smiling like a child who had just held up a candy shop and ate all the candy.

With a wild look in her eye, she zoomed into me and didn't stop there. Feeling the wind leaving my lungs, I watched as the soda bottle zoomed and backed my sorry ass into a wall. Looking insane, she pulled up the bottle and swung for the temple. Finding her mark, I gasped for air as my head ached. Winding up for another shot, she suddenly halted. Her eyes lost the gleam of the sugar induced trance as she lowered her baton.

I knew what she had going on in her head. Some people, admist a battle would lose the ambition to finish the fight... permenantly. Seeing her mercy, I decided I might aswell return the favor as I grabbed her bottle-hand and chopped at her wrist with my hand. Dropping the bottle, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her up against a seemingly innocent locker as on the second slam it bursted open with such an array of weapons that I couldn't concievably count. Making a mad grab for one of the pointy-er objects, I slapped it out of her hand and kicked her in the knee cap, making her sink in the seemingly zero gravity water filled cabin.

Finding a sturdy wall, I loosened my grip and grabbed her by her shoulders.

"What's your name?" I asked, keeping the menace in my voice so she didn't get the idea that I was losing control.

"N-ned." She said quietly.

"Right, Ned. Listen, I am going to show you kindness and not shatter your neck and/or rip apart your vocal cords." I said.

"BUT! That also means that I expect you to say to the Host that you lost, and no matter the rules.. I will kill you if you lie. Even if it means me forfeiting this fucking competition, I will tie you up and slowly rip the teeth out of your loved ones and then shove a knife deep into their throats as you scream in terror. I will leave you helpless with nothing that you could possibly do, as your reality crumbles and you beg for a way out... I will kill you." I said so quietly that she could barely hear.

"Of course, I-I mean... I would never lie!" Ned shuddered as she spoke.

A slow clap entered my hearing as I heard the electronic voice of the Host enter my mind. Not letting go of Ned, I lent an ear to the ever so important Host. Oh how I would love to rip apart the Host and simply find out whatever the fuck he knew about my family.

"Good job, Mr. Rindar. Report back to where this all became... You've earned a small reward for the moment." The mysterious Host stated in his monotonous tone.

"The fu-" I started before I was cut off.

"Transmission terminated." The voice said as it left the sub.

What the hell was that about? What was that supposed to mean? A little thing about my family, about the killers?

"If its any consolation, you fought very well Ned. If I were your teacher, mother, father, dog, cat, fish.... I'd be very proud of you. If I were you, I'd be very proud of you. It isn't your fault that you lost, it was really the fact that I'm such a dirt bag that you lost." I told her, trying to lighten the moment abit.

"Thank yo-" Ned started before I cut her off.

"Don't worry about it, anyways I have got to get going. Got places to be, people to see." I said as I backed off and searched for the door.

CHAPTER 4: DADDY ISSUES

"I gotta tell you dude, You are kinda a beast." The man I had met in the abandoned ware house said.

"I didn't see all of the fight, but the parts I did see? Damn, that was legendary!" He said.

"Yeah, yeah.. I was gonna get an award or some shit?" I said, patience wearing thin. I mean, I know I am sort of the most badass man to ever walk the world, but could you help a brother out every once and a while?

"Oh yeah, sorry dude. But yeah, I remember. So, the murderers weren't acting alone, nor were they doing it out of spite. Someone in your family ordered the murder..." The dude said to me as if it was nothing. How the hell can you just say that without meaning?

"Th..Thanks..." I said, taking in the information. After all these years, I, me, mucho mios, the Saint, couldn't find this shit out in 5 years but these sons of bitches knew it seemingly from the start, almost as if they were a snot nosed kid typing this up on his laptop at night while his father was snoring?

"Seriously man, thank you... It means alot to find this out..." I said, giving the man a embrace that could snap bones.

"MMKAY, YEAH... LET ME THE FUCK GOOOO!" He groaned out, pushing me away.

Panting, the man leaned against one of the walls, catching his breath.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"David." He said inbetween pants.

"Keep in touch." I said as I started my walk out of the warehouse.

"Wait! I don't know your number, or anything really!" He shouted.

"I'll find you." I said cryptically. I loved messing with people, and when you are me, you can simply say some creepy stuff and watch it all unfold.

On a more serious note, I wondered who would do this? Order a murder on your family? An jealous pompous aunt? A fed up father? An angry uncle? These questions infected my mind like the plague.

I'd find out. Yeah, I'd find out if it meant I'd die. I'd find out if it meant winning this damn competition.

I will find out.

Hewitt
07-07-2013, 11:56 PM
I can't believe its done and I hope its good. I used some of the tips from my battle with Acel, and here ya go.

Good lord, there you are! Forgive me for ever doubting your participation. I know Anywho is just lurking, he'll be sure to show up.


So much new activity. Thanks Mecha-Hewitt, with your tourney the Lounge is getting a bit more viewers and writers.

I thought the OC interviews were doing that. Whatever :D

My only dream is to see some of the old writers again. But that's okay. The best dreams are always the unreachable ones.

GuardianTempest
07-08-2013, 12:49 AM
I am expressing great interest in this tournament, Mechy-Hewwy. I need something to do when I'm not scribbling in Photoshop or animating badly-drawn stickmen that isn't playing games I'll get over with in a month.

ErrorBlender
07-08-2013, 04:17 AM
I thought the OC interviews were doing that. Whatever :D

My only dream is to see some of the old writers again. But that's okay. The best dreams are always the unreachable ones.

Both are actually. Jessepinwheel and WarCorrespondent...those are the writers I wish to see again. I never really got to see their writing that much unless I browsed through the FA forums back then.

Hewitt
07-08-2013, 05:07 AM
Hahahah, who doesn't wanna see them write. I think they've moved on from this Battling Phase and actually write serious stuff now. Jesse at least.


I am expressing great interest in this tournament, Mechy-Hewwy. I need something to do when I'm not scribbling in Photoshop or animating badly-drawn stickmen that isn't playing games I'll get over with in a month.

Just be sure to be active and commit to the task at hand, and you'll be fine. My deadlines are always generous and considerate.

Lobotomizer
07-08-2013, 05:34 AM
Jesse probably lost interest in writing mindless fighting, and War is hit with this thing called 'life'. As far as I know, Jesse has been working on some graphic novel of some sort, the name of which escapes me...

ErrorBlender
07-08-2013, 05:43 AM
It happens as always. Atleast some of their writing was saved and in the vault here. :D

Lobo, I remember that you sent a part of a novel you made. I think the name of the main character was Niall.

Lobotomizer
07-08-2013, 05:46 AM
That brings back memories. Memories of my incompetence. Let's keep them buried where they should be.

Chamel
07-08-2013, 10:15 AM
AN UNSETTLING START

-Ugh... This place reeks of death... The thought could not leave Chance's mind. No matter where he walked he could still smell that terrible stench. This factory was dirty beyond belief and dark brown stains littered the floor and walls. The last thing that he remembered was lying almost unconscious upon a beam in a warehouse, next he was here. Chance had no idea of just where exactly he was, other than in an old, run-down factory that contained little robots zipping around everywhere. The red-haired man tried continuously to try to find some good in the place, like how he wasn't too hot, or how under the cover of darkness he couldn't see anything grotesque.
-He eventually became lost in thought as he slowly found his way through the darkness. His concentration was so unstable that he didn't even notice when he kicked something. It didn't register at the first one, but the second one caught his attention. He felt around with his foot and stepped over whatever it was; Chance was too scared to want to know. The third time his foot caught on something it tripped him, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
-”Fuck! What the bloody hell is on this damned floor!” He yelled out loud, his anger somehow finding its way out. In that moment, the lights above him flickered, casting a quick and yellow glow over everything around him. What he saw deeply disturbed the red-haired man. Chance had tripped over the body of a pig, an empty carcass of a poor defenseless animal.
-”Jesus Christ...” He muttered, turning his head to the side and shutting his eyes tight to prevent vomiting. Chance was used to the sight of blood and death, but for some reason, this place really disturbed him. The light didn't last long, and went out a mere few seconds later. With a grunt, the red-haired man lifted himself up off the dirty ground and started his way through the darkness once more.

DEAD ON ARRIVAL

-Walking through the darkness, a small hint of light shone through rubble and cast a soft glow around him. Chance chased the speck of light, excited to finally see some form of illumination. The shapes of bodies of various animals became visible as the Chance neared the lights. A sudden breeze of cool air caused a chill run down his spine, but he continued. As he neared the source of light, he spotted a hole in the wall, one that was just big enough to slip right through. Chance took the opportunity and wiggled his way through, popping out on the other side and into a different room.
-Luckily there was a large hole in the ceiling, letting moonlight slip into the room. The red-haired man sighed with relief as he stood up straight and dusted off the grime that had collected on his suit.
-“Damn,why exactly did that young lad have to pick such a dirty place?” Chance muttered to himself, walking towards the center of the room. “He couldn't have picked a nice beach in Hawaii? Or maybe even a cabin in the Himalaya's would have sufficed.”
-Underneath the light of the moon, shapes and even slight colors began to appear throughout the room. A single color caught his attention however; there was no mistaking the distinct maroon of the crimson liquid he loved so much. Vats filled with blood circled the room, several puddles were either still wet or completely crusted over. A smile played on the edge's of Chance's lips while he took in his surroundings.
-“This place is already starting to liven up.” He chuckled. His slight laughter echoed throughout the room, and it only grew louder as he took in a deep breath of fresh, blood-scented air. The smell was intoxicating for Chance, and if he wasn't careful, he could go out in a full rage before he even met his opponent. That reminded him, where was his opponent?
-No sooner had the question popped in his head had footsteps begun to ring through the room. Each step seemed perfectly in step with the red-haired man's heartbeat, and it felt eerie. Chance spun in circles trying to find the approaching person, his suit coat floating gently after him. It wasn't until a soft blue glow illuminated a partial part of a machine that Chance finally saw him. The tall man slowly, almost reluctantly, into the moonlight. The red-haired man faced him, and noticed several off things.
-The soft blue glow was emanating from the man's right arm, or more appropriately, around the palm of his hand. Chance had to use nearly all his willpower from vomiting; the man's entire right side of his body seemed to be misshapen and torn. A bloody hole was placed where the eye should have been, with pieces of rotten flesh slightly peeling off. Atop his head was a mess of curly black hair that didn't seem to fit his image. As for his right leg, it seemed to be mangled, but on closer inspection, one could see teeth marks where it was eaten. His clothes weren't exactly “up-to-par” either. He wore a long trench coat with the right sleeve torn off. Same with his right jean-leg; it was tattered and nearly completely torn to pieces up to the thigh. Underneath the trench coat was a simple grey tee.
-The biggest thing that caught Chance's attention however, was the pale, grey skin. This time, Chance grimaced as he realized one important detail: the man before him was probably dead.
-”Christ, mate. Are you dead?” The red-haired man asked, pointing a finger towards his opponent. He was curious, but there was no need to be rude, so he quickly withdrew his finger, looking away embarrassed.
-The man before him didn't say anything, only a mere nod of the head to prove Chance's theory. The pale-skinned man didn't change his expression, nor did he move; it didn't even seem like he was breathing. Chance nodded back slowly, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
-”And what's with the glowing palm?” He shot another question towards the mangled man, keeping his eye brow raised in suspicion. Something about the grey man told Chance to keep his guard up. However, something also told Chance to approach the man, and so he did. Step by step, the red-haired man approached the dead being, each step echoing off the nearly impossible to see walls. As he neared, another chill swept over his body, making Chance's spine tingle. He shrugged it off before standing in front the man, holding out a hand to shake.
-”The name's Chance, mate. What might be yours?” Chance chuckled curiously, his right hand extended in greeting. The man did not shake his hand, the now see-able runes still softly glowing.
-”You may call me Todesberührung.” The large man replied, his voice scratchy from well, being dead.
-”I can't pronounce that, so I'll just call you Todes.” Chance chuckled, drawing his hand back. “So I have one more question: Do you have any special powers?”
-Todesberührung looked around before setting his sight on a carcass of what looked like a cow. He stepped closer to it, the runes around his palm glowed just a little brighter. The pale-skinned man bent down and merely tapped the dead body. What happened next, Chance would never be able to forget. The body of the poor heifer slowly crumbled away, leaving nothing but a pile of dust in its place. Chance turned away and shut his eyes for the sight was too much. He hated the sight of animals dying; he hated it more now that he knew they could crumble away.
-”That was... Rather interesting, mate. And you seem to be rather interesting yourself.” Chance let loose a nervous chuckle as Todesberührung stood back up, his height adding a little more to the red-haired man's fear level. “I must say, I never was one for curly hair, but you seem rather fetching in it.”
-Chance's chuckle almost sounded worried, but a quick look around assured him that he was safe amongst the vats of blood. He crossed his arms and stared at Todesberührung, still trying to figure out the man.
-”Is there anything interesting about you?Like is there maybe a relationship for the dead man?” Chance stepped closer the Todesberührung, grinning slightly. He caught something peculiar however; the glow to the runes seemed to be dimmed slightly more than before, but slowly regaining its brightness.
-The grey-skinned man merely stared at him, an almost quizzical yet knowing vibe coming off his being. Todesberührung slowly nodded and walked back towards the red-haired man, the light blue glow fully illuminated once again.
* - Fuck... Guess I'll actually have to fight him... What a shame, he seems interesting... Maybe if... Chance let the thought of a little secret flow his mind, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He gave one last quick little grin towards the dead man.
-Let's get this over with... Chance cracked his knuckles and raised a single hand over his head, and snapped.

A REAL FIGHT?

* - The sound of the snap echoed off the walls and various objects in the room, making it the only thing audible in the dark place. At first nothing happened, making the room awkwardly silent. It wasn't until Chance snickered that all hell broke loose.
* - The vats that lined the walls suddenly erupted one by one, spewing crimson blood that almost seemed black, across the cold surface. Blood quickly surrounded Todesberührung, almost nearly collapsing onto him and hardening into one, large scab. Crunches and cracks resounded off the hardened mound, slowly crushing its victim.
* - "Dear me, what a shame. I thought this man would have been a bit more exciting than that." Chance tsked, crossing his arms and pouting in disappointment.
* - It wasn't until the red-haired man had begun to walk away that large cracks were starting to appear on the large scab. At first they were silent, slowly breaking pieces off, but as the fissures became more apparent, the noise they made grew louder. The sound caught Chance's attention mid-step, causing him to stop abruptly and look back over his shoulder. A grin slowly spread across his face, his white teeth gleaming in the soft light of the moon.

* - "Good, a real fight." He chuckled, turning around to face the mound of hardened blood once more.
* - The mound before Chance slowly dissolved, leaving a pile of dust in its place. In the center stood Todesberührung, who was simply stretching out his body. Something caught the red-haired man's attention: the soft blue glow coming from the dead man's palm was dim.
* - Just as I thought, he has to charge it up before each use. Chance thought to himself as Todesberührung stepped away from the dust.
* - Chance snapped again and let a large wall of blood crust in front of the grey-skinned man. It took a second, but starting from the middle, it slowly turned to dust. Todesberührung stepped through the opening and continued walking towards Chance.
* - Perfect. Guess I'll have to try a different approach... Chance smirked slightly as he formulated a plan, letting Todesberührung draw closer.
* - Step by step, the tall, dead man got closer, the blue glow slowly getting brighter as his dangerous touch regenerated its power. A flash of certainty sparked in Chance's eyes, another soft smile playing on the edges of his lips. Todesberührung was dangerously close now, a mere nine feet away from Chance.
* - Let's go. Chance commenced his plan, raising both hands high into the air, his sleeves falling to his mid-forearms. One snap from his left hand. Blood spun rapidly about the room, several small, crimson tornadoes rising up from the puddles. Todesberührung continued his short journey towards Chance, but was stopped abruptly. Looking down, the dead man saw a dark red puddle grabbing at his foot.
* - "Better hurry, mate." Chance chuckled, snapping with his right hand. This time, several whips of crimson liquid shot and solidified into crusty spikes, turning the spirals into deathly weapons.*
* - The blood still hung to Todesberührung, and as he struggled to get loose, the spinning spikes neared him, becoming dangerously close.
* - "Ladies and gentlemen! Time for the finale" Chance laughed, striking a pose of which resembled a Hispanic dancer. He clapped twice and snapped with both hands, a large grin spread mischievously across his face.
* - At once, the spirals stopped in the spiraling movements and froze, every single crusted spike facing towards the trapped Todesberührung, who still didn't seem worried. In an instant, the spikes shot forward pierced the dead man's body, his body jerking around from the excessive movements. Todesberührung grunted as a spike skewered him through the stomach, picking him up off the ground. Several other spikes had found their way throughout his body; one had pierced his back and erupted out of his shoulder. Another had stricken his legs, the bloody spike breaking through both knee caps.
* - The light flickered above Chance, drawing his attention for a split second. When he looked back towards his opponent, he grinned at the sight. Todesberührung looked almost like a giant voodoo doll, complete with matching skin color. The dirty yellow light bathed the dead man, and shone on the crusted spikes that were pierced throughout his body. The dead man did not move, and his head was hung as a spike protruded from his neck.
* - "What a shame." Was all Chance said. He pretended to pout as he snapped once more. The signal brought Todesberührung closer, the blood elongating to fulfill its silent command. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were almost letting me win, mate. You're too strong, too unique, to be taken down like this." Chance chuckled, taking a step closer to his opponent.
* - Todesberührung didn't budge, keeping his head down low. It was almost saddening for Chance to see him taken down so easily. The red-haired man now faced the pale grey man, sadness flickering in his eyes, keeping in tune with the yellow lighting.
* - "If only we could have finished this like gentlemen, mate. If only..." Chance sighed and stepped closer, grabbing Todesberührung by the chin gently and lifting up his head slowly. The dead man did not move, no emotion, no expression, nothing. It saddened Chance, so he gave the man a respectful goodbye. Standing on his toes, he paused.
* - This almost feels wrong... He thought as he hesitantly placed a soft kiss on Todesberührung's cold, colorless cheek.
* - "Why..." The sound surprised Chance, causing him to yelp and fall back in surprise. He fell tailbone first onto the hard floor, and to make matters worst, the lights flipped off again.*
* - "Why..." The voice came again. Chance looked up to see Todesberührung looking down at him, his right cheek illuminated slightly by a mixture of moonlight and the glow from his runes. His expression was still blank, but there was something in his voice that unsettled Chance.
* - "Oh thank God..." Chance muttered. As he stood up, he realized just how thankful he was for the dim lights, for he knew his cheeks were nearly as red as his hair.*
* - "Why did you kiss me..." Todesberührung's scratchy voice rang through Chance's head as realization kicked in. Chance covered his mouth and glared; why HAD he done it?
* - "I have my reasons." The suited man replied, his voice slightly muffled by his hand.*
* - "What are they." Even with no emotion behind that scratchy voice, Chance sensed a curious and intruding tone.*
* - Chance smirked, slowly removing his hand from his face, his thoughts searching for those very reasons.
* - "Well for one, you would be quite cute if you were, ya' know, alive." He chuckled, though the joke didn't seem to get any reaction out of Todesberührung.
* - "Why..." The dead man interrupted. Chance thought that the man in front of him was pushing for an answer as to why he thought he was cute, so he complied.
* - "Well curly hair, strong build, deep voice. I kind of like it." Chance replied, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
* - "Why..." Yet another question.
* - "Okay look, if you're wondering why I like it, don't bother. Now if you're wondering why I'm bisexual, now that's another thing."
* - "I never asked that." Todesberührung replied.
* - Chance's face lit up once more. He had rushed into the questions out of sheer embarrassment.
* - "If you must, go ahead." The dead man's voice seemed patient behind its monotonous originality, and it nearly surprised Chance.
* - Why is he asking all those questions? Is he trying to restore that death ability of his? Chance thought, but a quick glance at the runes glowing brightly changed his mind. Let's see exactly what he's planning. Who knows? Maybe it'll be interesting.
* - "Well you see, the reason I am what I am, is because I can. Besides, there's enough of me for both sides, am I right?" Chance chuckled, trying, yet failing, at trying to be suave. "It's because I don't see why everyone can't just love each other LIKE a lover, you know? I treat, and hit on, men and women equally, simply because I believe in equality, no matter how you look at it."*
* - Todesberührung seemed to mull this over in his head for a considerable amount of time, never once taking his eye off of Chance. The stare with that one white eye made the suite man feel queasy; from both the gore of his missing eye and the piercing gaze the only good eye gave. The dead remained silent however, making Chance wonder exactly what he was thinking.
* - "Happy, mate?" The red-haired man asked impatiently. All these questions were really starting wear his patience.
* - "Ecstatic." Todesberührung replied. His expression remained stagnate, yet the joke made Chance chuckle.
* - Caught up in his laughter, Chance failed to realize that Todesberührung had grabbed a hold of one of the spikes with his right hand. The spike disintegrated from his neck quickly as the glow began to fade, but not severely. Todesberührung worked quickly, keeping sure that Chance stayed busy with his laughter; his hand almost a blur as it struck each spike individually, each one slowly dissolving from his body.
* - "That was a good one, mate. You sure are fun--" His compliment was cut short when he realized Todesberührung dropping down from the bloody holdings. Unfortunately, he realized it too late, as the dead man suddenly appeared in front of him. Chance tried to yell, but was suddenly stopped as Todesberührung shot his left hand forward and gripped the suited man's face, silencing the yell.
* - "You laugh too much." Todesberührung pointed out, his scratchy voice almost eerie at such a close range.
* - Chance stood there in the dead man's grasp, terrified as he realized just how close to death he really was; figuratively and physically. But something surprised the suited man. Why had Todesberührung grabbed him with his left hand instead of his right? Was he merely toying with Chance? That's when a though struck the captured man; Chance looked towards Todesberührung's left hand, and though muffled, burst out laughing at the sight. The glow about the dead man's palm had all but gone dim.
* - "My point proven." Todesberührung said scratchily, clearly trying to buy time until his power regenerated. Chance noticed this and took his chance.
* - The red-haired man continued to laugh as he grabbed Todesberührung's arm with one hand, and snapping with his free one. Blood erupted between the two, creating a blade that shot up and neatly sliced the dead man's arm off at the shoulder. Todesberührung stumbled back in expressionless surprise and gripped at his shoulder; all the while Chance, who was still laughing loudly, ripped the hand from his mouth.*
* - "Well played, mate! Well played indeed!" Chance called from the other side of the wall. His laughter sounded off nearly every wall, including the blood-manufactured one between him and his opponent. What struck Chance as weird was that the hand of Todesberührung, which he had no idea why he was still holding, seemed to pull towards the direction of its owners. With a chuckle, he released the appendage and watched be musingly as it stuck to the wall trying to get through. "Though I know now how to defeat you!"
* - Chance snapped, blood swirling about him in a defensive manner. With a second snap, the crimson liquid closed in on the man, making a shell about him; Chance then proceeded to approach the wall that he had constructed. Pounding could be heard from the other aide, but why pound on it when you could walk three feet and go around it?
* - "What're you doing over there, mate?" Chance called quizzically while stepping closer to the barrier. His curiosity was getting the best of him, which could mean trouble.*
* - No less than a second after he had gotten close, a fist burst through wall, scattering dried chips of blood everywhere. The assault surprised Chance, and yet he expected it. Todesberührung continued, thrusting his left arm through the man-made wall, runes ablaze with light. Gripping Chance by the face, Todesberührung pulled with all his might. The suited man couldn't but yell as his face, followed by the rest of his body, was slammed into the barrier and eventually crashing through to the other side. The dead man proceeded to pick up his victim by the neck and raise him high above the floor; Chance didn't move.
* - "Pathetic." Todesberührung muttered scratchily, his expression never changing.
* - The dead man slammed his helpless victim into the ground, the force creating a spider-web of cracks across the metallic flooring. The overhead lights flickered shortly, and shorted out once more. Surprisingly, Todesberührung stood there, his left hand engulfed in shards of scabbed blood that etched up to his mid-forearm. What the hell was happening?

NOT INTO NECRO

* - A series of slow clapping noises emanated from the corner of the room, which was mysteriously shrouded in opaque shadows. Emerging from it was a slender man, whose red hair shone lightly in a mix of flickering yellow light, and the bright moon light coming through the hole in the ceiling.
* - "Looks like you fell for it, mate." Chance chuckled. His voice seemed almost strained as he tried to control the madness as it pushed to overtake him.*
* - Todesberührung did not respond, nor did he move as the blood held him in place. However, he locked his gaze with his suited opponents.
* - "Aren't blood doubles just exquisite? I certainly think so." Chance edged closer step by step, careful not to get within the reach of the dead man's right hand. "But unfortunately for you, I just realized something. Something rather important, I should think."
* - Chance continued to chuckle, his laughter growing in a near-hysteria state. He snapped; the expected command brought blood from behind him to shoot forward and wrap around Todesberührung's right wrist, taking the shape of chains. Another snap; more tendrils erupted from the various pools scattered about the room and found their way to the dead man. Each one wrapped around a body part, and forced Todesberührung to his knees. Chance was barely holding on to his sanity as the scent of blood grew stronger than before.
"I'm not into necrophilia, mate." Chance chortled, raising both hands and snapping. The blood chains brought Todesberührung flat to the ground, his back nearly being impaled on one of the sharp pieces of metal from the impaired floor. Blood swarmed over the dead man's body, save for his right hand, and completely engulfed him.
* - "See you in the afterlife, mate. Maybe we could get a bit jiggy with it once we're both there!" Chance laughed hysterically, gripping at his head. The madness was starting to overtake him; he needed to get out of there.... And fast.
* - "It's bloody cold!" He yelled as he left the room, the light flickering on and off briefly.*
- He left Todesberührung there, in his bloody little cocoon, the man's right hand unable to make contact with the barrier. He was trapped with no way out, his only company the small little AI units that zipped by every now and then. The only light was that of the broken lights over head, and the moonlight that never seemed to end. He had been defeated, yet spared; abandoned, yet saved. He had lost. But then again, life is a game of chance, isn't it?


Hope I did alright >_>

Hewitt
07-08-2013, 12:25 PM
lol i had the battle thread up for awhile but forgot to put a poll on it

It should be up now (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?73947-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Todesber%FChrung-%28Shadowkirby%29-vs-Chance-%28Chamel%29)

Rochedan
07-08-2013, 12:52 PM
I just CnC'd on Shadowkirby's entry. I don't know if it's necessary for me to say it in here.
Hewitt, I just want to know if it counts as a CnC for points.

PS: I forgot to say why I voted for Chamel and not for Shadowkirby, I'll add that now.

saintmccaw
07-08-2013, 08:46 PM
CnC'in is pretty good. CnCs helped me out alot with me new battle.

It's nerve wracking waiting for people to a. judge your piece or b. to post your piece. Dayum, I hope that I get something done. Also, don't know if this was already asked... But if we win this (like if shadowkirby beats chamel, not the whole tournament) can we add that to our win/loss ratio on our character profile?

Hewitt
07-09-2013, 05:18 AM
Yes they are, I hope people do them regardless of pts. I might modify CnC point mechanics in R2 since its going so well as it is.

Are you guys still alive? With the exception of Anywho, I've seen you other guys post often. Are your entries coming?

Xate
07-09-2013, 05:22 AM
Me: Over 3k...Still haven't reached climax...Wait...And I'm still alive, btw.

Rochedan
07-09-2013, 05:27 AM
Me: Over 3k...Still haven't reached climax...Wait...And I'm still alive, btw.


Seems like you have to hurry up :)
Tomorrow's the deadline remember.

BirtDog
07-09-2013, 06:18 AM
I cannot wait to CnC all of these battles! They bring music to my eyeballs, and words to my taste buds @.@ HURRY! I CAN'T LAST MUCH LONGER!!!

ErrorBlender
07-09-2013, 07:17 AM
Awesome. The battles will come out a-flooding once the deadline arrives, CnC storms will come through it as well.

I might have to request Azure Kite's CnC mode for mine.

Xate
07-09-2013, 09:22 AM
DAMNIT! 3.5 k already! Better hurry up to get the third spot! Also, my timezone is GMT: +7:00 so go easy on me about the deadline ;-;

The Organization
07-09-2013, 12:22 PM
on chap 3/5 about 2k words

Rochedan
07-09-2013, 12:27 PM
on chap 3/5 about 2k words

Nice, I'm really looking forward to reading your entry.

Lobotomizer
07-09-2013, 12:56 PM
All she recalled was the scene of the warehouse, bloodied with the corpses of many, its walls streaked with red. Then the worried expression of Corvon...and then...darkness.

When she awoke, it was in a modest, nondescript classroom of sorts. Wooden desks lined the area in a neat fashion, accompanied by chairs of the same material. Pencils lay on some of the desks, most contained in little plastic cups that sat themselves everywhere. Behind her was a line of glass windows, polished till they were almost gleaming from the ambient light, providing a wide view of the skies outside. The relative calm and eerie silence of the whole scene was a far cry from the previous, almost a tad disorientating to the swordswoman. For what reason would she be brought here? A twisted form of an arena? She briefly flashed a grimace. No doubt that would be the case. The way the tournament seemed to be held, she mightn’t be surprised if this was the product of the host’s convoluted sense of humor.

She gave a quick look around, her eyes darting left and right for anything that stood out of the ordinary. Nothing. Corvon seemed to be absent, but that would’ve been what she expected; a duel between two people against one could hardly be called one. Regardless, she still felt a slight pang of loneliness, briefly wondering what might have possibly happened to the mage.

Kalena closed her eyes, deciding on her next possible course of action. Finding her opponent would be wise, she thought. With her surroundings analysed to the fullest, she moved forward from her spot and to the door, her sword at the ready for anything that might possibly happen. Whatever the case was, she had to assume she would be against another gladiator this time, and she had no intention of hiding from her opponent. Her hand grasped the edges of the door and pulled it aside, letting it slowly slide open with a barely audible squeak.

But for all the stealth that she displayed, it was obvious that someone had been expecting her. The moment her head peeked out into the hallway, she felt her instinct screaming at her to pull back. This she did, and no more than a split second later did she see a thin projectile hurtle straight at where she’d been originally, whistling through the air past her.

She immediately spun around, placing her back close to the wall beside the doorway in anticipation for her opponent.

“That was a nice dodge. Very nice. I’d expect no less from my opponent.”

A distant drawl came from the hallways accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, but Kalena made no move to reply, gripping her blade all the tighter in anticipation for her enemy’s appearance.
“...no response? That is upsetting, knowing that you don’t appreciate some amount of banter in a fight.”

Her opponent spoke again, his tone a mock disappointment. The footsteps grew in volume and proximity, almost as if he was openly displaying his confidence through speech and gait. Foolish, Kalena thought, but she reserved her final judgement for when they crossed blades.

That opportunity arose when she felt his presence just behind the wall. She spun about, her blade gracefully swinging through the air at almost blinding speed. Such ferocity her initial attack held, that her opponent was compelled to take an instinctive step back and swiftly defend his side, but only barely.

But he was no more shocked than Kalena was, for what stopped her blade was no metal, but rather, a thin, wooden like object. Her blade, strong enough to cut through the sturdiest shield, yet stopping short against...a pencil.

“Surprised?” Her opponent commented dryly, though it was obvious that his own hand was shaking from both the impact and shock. The two took the opportunity from their locked weapons to examine the other. He was a bespectacled man with a comparatively thin frame, wrapped under the wrinkled folds of a casual shirt and pants. Nothing about him suggested his being a combatant, save for his controlled emotions under the stress of battle. What would have made this seemingly ordinary man participate in a slaughterhouse? Kalena thought to herself.

But that was no excuse to soften her blows. She pulled back for another swing, but no sooner had she done so did she see his hand twitch from the corner of her eye, and a sudden, sharp pain struck her shoulder, searing her flesh as an object struck deep into muscle. She bit back the pain, flinging her sword upward in a bid to catch her opponent as well. He leapt to the side, but it was fast enough to cut part of his shirt and skin, leaving a slight gash up his torso. Cut pencils dropped from a torn pocket, hitting the floorboards with a clatter.

“So...sharp enough to cut diamond,” he comments, stepping back a few to gain distance, “I, Pencillum, am pleased to meet someone this strong.”

Kalena does not pursue him, allowing him to prattle as she briefly examined her wound. A pencil stuck from her left shoulder, sending sharp shots of pain whenever she moved it. There was no doubt; her opponent was not to be estimated, to be quick enough to flick his own wielded pencil before her sword landed.

“But it will be four minutes,” he continued, pulling a set of pencils from within another pocket, “four minutes till I prove that I am far above you.”

“Four minutes,” Kalena murmured, her tone neither scoffing nor mocking, “would that be the case...”

“Four minutes. Well, three and a half, to be precise” Pencillum affirmed, before flicking his wielded pencils in a fan shape at Kalena’s direction. She rolled away just as quickly and back into the classroom, narrowly avoiding the projectiles as they struck the walls beside her with a sickening thud.

Under cover, she struck her sword into the ground, willing for the earth to grant her a shield and an opportunity. Nothing. Not even the quiver of her sword to signal the presence of earth. At that time it dawned upon her that the windows didn’t just tell her that the two were sky high; they were literally in the open air.

Almost as if on cue, a low chuckle came from the corridors, “No dirt to use here. Nope.”

She didn’t bother questioning how he had first hand knowledge of her abilities. All she knew was that she could no longer rely on the earth to protect her. Her eyes darted about the classroom, searching for something that might possibly help her in battle. Perhaps if there were earth to control, she might have had more than a few ways to deal with the lethal projectiles and her opponent. But without it, she needed something else. A shield.

Her eyes rested upon the wooden desk that sat next to her, polished and speckless. That would change soon. She swung her blade just under it, neatly chopping off its legs before grasping its underside to form a makeshift shield. Unwieldy, perhaps, but good enough for its purpose.

Pencillum, unaware of what was happening, simply strolled forward, pencils held between each finger. “Must you still hide from me? That makes for a bo-”

He failed to finish, because no sooner had he closed into the doorway did a giant plank of wood come crashing into him. He instinctively threw a few pencils that dug deep into the wood, but that was all he managed before the desk smashed into his torso, knocking the wind from his lungs.

“A...desk?” He managed, stumbling back from the impact before rolling away from a subsequent swing of Kalena’s blade. He’d expected a charge, but not one behind a shield of all things. His opponent...might just outsmart him, he realised.

He recovered, but Kalena continued to put on pressure, pursuing him with quick successive swings of the sword, each small in their arc, but also giving little openings for him to even scramble out of the way, let alone sneaking a single pencil in between. It continued for what seemed like over an hour, even if Pencillum himself knew otherwise. Like some deathly dance they moved, faster and faster, till their movements were almost a blur to any spectator.

But it had to end, and it just so happened that Pencillum felt his legs hit something. Nothing he could do could have possibly prevented it, and so like his sinking heart he crashed onto the ground, tripped over by - as much as he refused to admit - his own feet.

Like a guillotine blade her sword swung downward, ready to take his head apart. Time seemed to freeze in his mind as the gears spun in his mind, desperately thinking of some method that could save him from imminent decapitation. Banking his life on the one last pencil he held in his palm, he thrust it straight front of him with all the strength he had. Not at his opponent who could very conceivably block it, but rather her sword. The strong magnet in that very pencil made it home on the metal blade, knocking it off course as it struck.

Kalena winced as she felt her arm jar from the impact. She held her shield up instinctively, but even the wood couldn’t thoroughly protect her from the next pencil that struck it, igniting a small explosion that knocked her off her feet from the resulting shockwave. Even then she managed to roll back as she hit the ground, recovering with little damage.

“Law of conservation of momentum,” Pencillum muttered as he stood back on his feet as well, dusting off invisible dirt from his pants. A moment of thinking after, and he added, “three minutes.”

Kalena bit her lip, giving her shield a quick glance. For the damage it took, it held up well. Splinters lined the crater at its centre, as if something had just thrown a vicious punch into the wood, but it seemed to have enough integrity to bear a few more blows. Her gaze turned back to her opponent, just in time to see his hand twitch. She leapt to the side, but nothing happened. Nothing happened, because Pencillum hadn’t thrown a single pencil in the first place.

“Just joking,” he shrugged, before promptly bolting off to avoid Kalena’s next swing. But as much as Kalena pursued him, she was only so much faster than he was, and there was a gap of a few metres between them; a prime time for Pencillum to do his worst.

“Let’s start with the appetizer,” the pencil-user murmured, throwing down a group of pencils that fanned out infront of the swordswoman. She jumped to avoid the line of explosions that burst from below her, but that was his plan as well. More pencils flew at her and, being unable to dodge in the air, she held her shield up, letting the pencils strike harmlessly into wood.

When she touched down, however, she felt her feet slip. A look down, and it dawned upon her that Pencilum had sneaked in a puddle of water under her right after she had left the ground. She turned her body to the side, softening the impact by rolling instead, but by then Pencillum had gained more than enough distance from her, disappearing into another room to his right.

Kalena stood back up, but this time she was in no hurry to follow Pencillum. She knew he had every opportunity to continue pelting her with his pencils; locking himself into a confined place instead without a plan would be suicidal. That meant that he had a plan, and she wasn’t going to readily walk into a trap he had laid out for her. In any case, he had no place to run to, and all the less reason for her to rush things.

She swung into the room, half expecting a torrent of pencils her way, but nothing came. Not even a single sound heralded her arrival. The seemed to be a library of sorts, a larger room filled with bookshelf after bookshelf, stocked fully with colourful volumes that made the place unnecessarily cheery. At the same time she felt a slight unease. Pencillum could be firing from any angle and she wouldn’t know it, she thought to herself.

Nonetheless, she stepped inside and through the long line of bookshelves, even as her instinct screamed at her to do otherwise. Eerie silence continued to surround her with her every step, as did haunting shadows that flickered from under the bookshelves, further intensifying the tense atmosphere that hung above the room.

Eventually the bookshelves opened to the centre of the library, a slightly elevated circular area. Scattered about were a few books and pencils, but no part of it caught her interest. Instead, her eyes rested on a single, lone figure that sat on the floor, its head facing the floor. A...child? Kalena furrowed her brow, unsure of what to make of it. Something told her that pencillum had not gained shapeshifting skills, but then she had to wonder; why was there a child, in a battle arena of all things?

Gradually, the child lifted her head, and Kalena’s gaze fell onto the rope that tightly bound the child. The child’s look was that of confusion, of fright, seemingly unknowing of why she was here in the first place. Her mouth opened, but nothing audible came out, almost as if begging to be freed.

Kalena gave a slight grimace, torn apart by her options. That child had to be saved, but at the same time the bindings were a giant sign that screamed the word ‘trap’ to her. She quickened her footsteps, but at the same time held her shield up, her eyes sweeping about her flank.

But the little cautiousness she’d thrown away in her added haste was enough to cause an opening. No sooner had she approached the centre did she feel a sharp pain at her back, digging deep into flesh. She immediately spun about, putting her shield up and crouching to lower her target area. She could hear dull thuds as her shield strained against the impact of more pencils, but nothing else came.. Not explosions, not puddles of water. Nothing.

“I didn’t think you’d fall for it, but then again, you prided yourself in being a protector of people...or so it is written in your file.”

Kalena lowered her shield, to see Pencillum crouching atop one of the bookshelves in front of her, a smug smile of triumph forming on his lips. Had he not been in a most precarious position he might have spread his arms wide in a true villainous fashion, but a smirk would do for now.

"You would use a child for bait, of all things?" Kalena questioned, slowly standing up from where she was. It was clear that her tone was now much more hostile. Almost as if it were...disgust.

"i intend to be an evil overlord of sorts, so doing that is on par with what I expect of myself," Pencillum shrugged in a seemingly uncaring manner.

That was enough for Kalena to rush forward, slicing apart the bookshelf Pencillum was on in mere moments. The pencil-user stumbled in a bid to regain balance on the collapsing structure before leaping over onto another bookshelf, which was similarly demolished before he could have both feet touch the surface.

“Come on now!” Pencillum yelled as he leapt off onto another bookshelf, “surely you should be more concerned about the child behind you; I could shoot her any time!”

“You haven’t. Why is that?” Kalena challenged, unfazed by his words.

“Oh?” He uttered, raising both brows, “is that a challenge?”

Without warning, he flicked a pencil straight at the child. Almost predictably, Kalena stepped back to bat it away, but it merely dissolved into a jet of water that splashed over her and the child. Her look of puzzlement quickly turned to horror when her attention was back onto Pencillum, who held out four pencils, two on each hand. Sparks of electricity arced between the two in the middle, producing tiny, barely audible zaps in their wake.

He didn’t wait for a response. He gave the pencils a needlessly dainty flourish before throwing three of the pencils straight at Kalena. They were, very predictably, blocked by the shield she held, but that was all in accordance to the plan. Two were of the electric variety, but the third expanded into a giant sphere of absolute darkness, seemingly eating away at any bit of light that shone into it. Element of confusion. Like clockwork he proceeded to toss the final pencil into the same place, awaiting the final nail on the coffin.

Almost immediately the pencils laying around the room were brought to life; de-magnetised pencils that became attracted to the single magnetic pencil, hurtling straight towards their target with almost deadly accuracy and speed. There was no noise, no indication that the swordswoman had turned into a human-sized pencil-cushion. Almost like the perfect assassination.

Pencillum nodded to himself with a smile, noting the time that had elapsed. A mere three minutes and fourteen seconds. One minute and forty-six seconds left. A job well done, and well executed, he thought. Funny how a bit of hammering of magnets and some convincing of a fellow Pencillian could create such a magnificent trap. All he needed to do was to take care of the aftermath, and it was a job well done. All too easy.

Too easy. Those two words reverberated in his mind. Too easy? That can’t be right. His smile gradually faded as unease took over. Something was wrong, something...what was it? Why didn’t it feel like he hadn’t won yet? What made him feel that he hadn’t won?
It took him a few seconds for the answer to finally hit him, like the wave of a tsunami crashing against the shores of land; they were still falling. His gaze quickly turned to the sphere of black that remained in the air, unmoving, unfading. Could it be?

But it was too late for him to even process the possibility. Before he could even make a single movement, the gleam of metal shot through from the darkness, cutting through the bookshelf that he stood on. He could only give a choked gasp as gravity took hold, sending him collapsing onto the floor along with the split bookshelf. The next thing he saw when he recovered from his daze was the figure of Kalena, rushing up to meet him. He hastily grabbed a pencil, any pencil, from his pockets to defend himself with, but the instant he raised it to his side, it was split into two by the shimmering blade that the swordswoman held, dropping onto the floor with a resonant clatter..

“Cutting through all that is temporary...Like the halberd and shield,” Pencillum gulped, watching the transient blade stop just within an inch of his neck.

“Do you submit?” Kalena murmured, her glare so piercing that it felt like a separate blade stabbing into his soul.

“I...” He paused when he saw the blade slowing fading away. There was a chance, he realised in his persistent mind. As the blade melded to non-existence, he withdrew a final pencil and flicked it straight at his opponent’s head. The pencil of improbability; the last opportunity for him to turn the tides. The same pencil promptly burst into smoke before turning into a rose, nestling comfily in Kalena’s hair.

“I...surrender,” Pencillum spoke with a withering sigh, slumping against the demolished bookshelf in resignation. But no sooner had he done so did Kalena move to grab his collar, lifting him upright with a single hand.

“What you did was foolish,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “to use a child...have you no shame?”

“I never intended for her to run into danger in my plan. She was safe. I even made sure she wouldn’t see the blood. She was, after all, a fellow pencillian,” Pencillum replied.

“And what if that plan...failed? What then?”

Pencillum averted his gaze, trying to think of a possible answer. Nothing came up. Not a single, snark filled reply. That was because he never had a backup plan. He was too caught up in his own genius to think about what would happen if things went awry.

All of a sudden, a loud, metallic sound could be heard, almost like the the giant grinding of gears. For a moment, the two felt themselves almost lightweight and floating in midair. With another, piercing click that resonated throughout the university, the feeling subsided, and the room fell to silence once more.

“...forty-seven seconds.” Pencillum sighed, “I’d thought they’d forget.”

He was promptly dropped onto the floor, but he wasn’t in the mood to complain and risk another blade wound. Instead he just stared at the floor, occasionally glancing back at where the child was.

“You bore no ill will, but your actions were nothing short of foolish. Plans will fail, and your pride stopped you from expecting those failures. You risked losing your own life...and that child. To what end?”

Kalena turned her back on him as she slowly walked into the dark sphere, now slowly growing translucent. She cut the ropes that held the child and lifted her up almost in a tender tender. The child was too confused to object to being carried, only staring back at Pencillum with blank eyes.

“CONGRATULATIONS TO KALENA EIRWEN FOR WINNING THIS ROUND’S MATCH!”

The blaring announcement was followed by monotone, lifeless clapping that seemed to come from the ceiling, almost as if they were mocking rather than congratulating. Kalena only stared at the ceiling with a disgusted look, then turned back to Pencillum.

“You are far from the ‘evil overlord’ that you wish to be. I pray for your sake that you never end up on that path.”

Her words were short, but the implications were obvious enough that he needn’t ask. Gradually the lights of the library dimmed, and like the closure of the stage of a show, turned off with a soft, barely audible click.

This was a long ride. It was hard to get motivation to write, but I’m surprised I almost managed to reach four thousand words. On a single battle with only a few turning points, I almost wonder if I hadn’t unwittingly padded it up with overly flowery speech.

To be honest, most of this was contrived and thought of on the spot. There wasn’t much to work on with Pencillum, so I started him being a smug snarker and branched off from there to someone who was clever, prideful to a fault, yet also had his own morals. The child being convinced by her fellow countryman to play hostage was the only way I could think of not having Kalena go “hey, I hear a child crying. Must save”, as was in the original plan. Finally, I figured Pencillum would have known the precarious position he was in given his intelligence, and so basically had him be the timer for the match, just to help readers along. In the end Kalena never knew, but everything went well so...

In any case, I just wanted to make a short talk about how I went with the story. Whether you felt it was forced or well done, I would appreciate your comments or critique, and how I could possibly improve.

Once again, thank you for reading my work, be it for the tournament or just for enjoyment. To my opponent, I give thanks, and encouragement to the rest of us to follow through with the entire tournament.

Hewitt
07-10-2013, 12:40 AM
The ff need to get their entries in sometime today:

GamerXD8

Anywho

_Ai_

The Organization

All 4 have confirmed their presence to me recently, with Anywho just buzzing in hours earlier. I'm not strict on deadlines but by god don't let my leniency move you to a false sense of security. I don't want to have to give 4 round bye's.

I will pit the other writer's works against each other whether or not they are competing against each other if these 4 do not submit their works.

Btw Loboto vs merich1 is up in case ya'll missed it.

Xate
07-10-2013, 12:43 AM
Better work, better work~
Or I'll fail, or I'll fail~
Came too far, came too far~
To give up, to give up~

Some bullshit poetry. It doesn't rhyme, so don't comment.

The Organization
07-10-2013, 02:53 AM
OPERATION 02.2: Round 1// Acel vs. Luther Wright
01: Prison Lane
Acel awoke with a start. The cold floor pushed up against one side of her face and golden strands of hair draped over the other.

It didn't make any sense.

Why were her hands and legs bound, why did she wake up on the floor, and why couldn't she remember how she ended up in this situation?

Squirming like a worm, she managed to sit upright and take in a proper view of her surroundings.

The room itself was devoid of any amenities, except for a plain white cot. It seemed to be a prison cell, but there were no bars. Instead, the room resembled an inside out snow globe. The interior walls of the dome were clear, allowing her to see the gallons of water that surrounded her confinement cell. Through the water she could make out strange panels in the walls lining up the room outside of her cell. Fluorescent lights lit the inside of her cell; the white tile of the floor seemed to glow faintly.

"Interesting…" she whispered to himself.

The prison cell seemed to be designed to contain her. There was nothing that even resembled a door and the glass looked quite thick.

Trying to stand up, Acel completely forgot about her restraints and fell on her face.

"These things are quite the annoyance" she thought to herself.

She yanked apart the handcuffs, wincing as they bit into her wrists, but managing to break them. As she worked on the chains binding her legs, she wondered why would someone place her in an impenetrable cell and even bother to tie her up.

Standing up fully, she stretched and massaged her arms. She felt uncomfortable and out of place. Her hair was longer than usual and not tied up in her trademark ponytail and her body felt sore and weak as if she had not exercised in months.

She needed answers, but first she had to break out of her strange prison.

Acel walked up to the glass and tapped it. It was thick, but she was sure she could shatter it. The only concern she had was the hundreds of gallons of water surrounding her cell. The entire room seemed large enough for all the water to disperse and barely reach her ankles, so she reasoned that a little water would not be the end of the world. Her hair was already a mess anyway.

Her eyes became golden as she felt a familiar surge of power course through her veins. She held her hand back and struck the glass. It buckled and shook vibrating from the force of her impact.

But it held fast. The only blemish for a large crack emanating from where she punched all the way to the top of the glass dome. Almost immediately, the cracks around where she had punched started to shrink and disappear.

“It’s repairing itself,” she realized.

Taking a step back, she marveled as the fissures vanished from the glass dome. First the cracks that were at the bottom disappeared, then the impact point faded and shrunk to nothingness. The cracks going up the wall of the dome where the last to disappear, those at the very top lingering for a few minutes before vanishing.

“Interesting,” she noted as her eyes reverted back to their violet shade.

Acel walked towards the middle of the cell and looked up. She slowly crouched down and braced herself.

In a flash, Acel tore through the top of glass prison, rolling down the outside of her cell and landing with a thud on the ground. She was soaked and felt a ringing going through her head, but she was otherwise fine.

“Well it’s about time you showed up.”

Confused and disoriented, Acel searched for the speaker while coughing up the foul tasting water. Through the film of water, she could make out the figure of a woman.

“Pretty impressive escape. Although I would recommend that you refrain from using your powers anymore,” she added with a tone of condescension.

“What? Who are you?”

“You should probably clear that crap from your eyes and as for me well, the name’s Oracle.” she responded curtly.

Acel did as she was told, wiping the water from her eyes to clear her sight.

Slowly, she lifted her head, catching a glimpse of the smiling blonde haired woman. She had clouded purple eyes and tanned skin.

“You look just like me!” accused Acel.

“To be fair, since I’m older than you, you actually look like me,” she added, “Now then, we should get going. There’s no time to explain, let’s get moving.”

02: Security Hall
Oracle led Acel down the hall, humming happily as she did so. Acel didn’t exactly trust her whimsical doppelganger who appeared out of thin air. However, she didn’t seem evil and Acel couldn’t sense any demonic power emanating from her.

“Ummm, Miss Oracle,” she interjected, “where are we headed exactly?”

The mysterious woman stopped abruptly, slowly turning around with her finger held to her mouth. She looked a bit deranged, but Acel had learned to expect that much from her already. Suddenly, Acel heard a whirring sound and saw a light come from behind the corner. A pack of security droids floated past, canvasing the area. Although they were small, they were each bristling with automatic weapons poking out of their round bodies.

In less than a minute, the security droids had already floated down another corridor, Acel could still hear the faint whirring however.

“This prison is fully autonomous, there’s no one here but us inmates and the droids. They implanted a tracking device in you when they brought you here. It’s not that powerful but when you left your cell block if set off a small alarm off in this section,” she explained.

Acel pulled her hair back, tying a strand of it around to make her ponytail.

“How are we gonna turn off the alarm?”

“We’re headed to the warden’s office. From there we’ll have full control of the facility and will be able to get out of here.”

“Warden’s office…I thought you said this place was fully autonomous.” Acel inquired.

“It’s the control center of this crazy place. If there ever was a warden here, he would be set up there. You see where those droids went? They’re headed into the main atrium. From there we should be able to find the Warden’s room.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I’ll explain later but we need to get to the warden’s office first.”

Briskly, Acel followed Oracle into the main atrium. It was huge but barren, lacking any distinctive features multitudes of floating droids and drones searching for her. There were four floors accessible by walkways each with no descript corridors that probably led to other cells. The area also had many storage containers that hid more droids from sight.

“Where is this office supposed to be?” asked Acel impatiently.

“Third floor, second corridor. But you shouldn’t—”

Acel took off immediately for the Warden’s office, leaving Oracle behind. Something was wrong however as she slammed into the side of a storage container after tearing through the second floor walkway. Acel was dazed and in pain, she had a splitting headache and was completely disoriented. Spinning up guns, the security drones began to flock towards Acel.

You don’t have your Aether shield, Idiot. Run!

Acel sprinted fast, weaving through the storage containers, but the drones could keep up. Without her gear, she was vulnerable to gunfire, and the drones insisted on firing hundreds of bullets at her. It was like trying to dodge rain, futile.

In a fit of desperation, Acel boosted once more, ripping through one of the droids instantaneously and smashing through one of the containers. Although risky, she moved fast enough to successfully elude the drones for now. However, almost immediately after landing, Acel felt as though her head was splitting apart. Her eyes watered and she began to convulse, clutching her head while wriggling on the floor. She bit her lip so hard that she tasted iron, but it was the only way to keep from screaming out and attracting the droids she had tried so hard to lose.

Unfortunately, an errant drone floated past the door of the open container, catching a glimpse of Acel. It began whirring up its guns to fire, but there was a loud snap and the drone burst into blue flames.

“Do you even listen to your elders?”

Oracle appeared from the corner of Acel’s eye with a wide grin and a smug look. The flames on the drone, which now had a blue tint, vanished and it flew off into the distance.

“How did—”

“I’m not stupid,” interrupted Oracle, “See that doesn’t feel nice does it?”

Acel sighed, the pain had faded but the memory of it was still fresh in her mind.

“What’s wrong with my powers?” she asked.

“You remember that tracker I told you about? It’s up here,” she said pointing to her head, “It’s got a built in accelerometer in it. Any time you go to fast, you get zapped. If you think it hurt last time, I can guarantee you won’t like it the next time.”

Acel stood up slowly, bullets falling out of her limbs as they repaired themselves.

“So, if I can’t use my speed and I don’t have my Aether shield, how am I supposed to get to the Warden’s office without becoming swiss cheese?” she complained.

“Just follow me,” she said walking outside of the storage unit and back out into the atrium.

Acel did as she was told and followed Oracle outside, greeted by an odd sight. The blue droid that Oracle lit on fire seemed to be firing on and destroying the other droids.

“The plan was to turn one of the machines against the others, and simply waltz into the warden’s office,” she explained condescendingly.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Well, I guess you received your punishment already. Come on then dear, we haven’t any time to waste.”

03: Cosmic Wall
Slowly, he stood up off the cold hard ground. His mind was foggy and he didn’t have the faintest idea of where he was. He seemed to be in some sort of garage, but there were only 2 cars, both strangely shaped with large treads. On the side of the wall it read, “AIRLOCK 2 B-E”, with a small warning under it that said something about putting a suit on before going outside.

“Airlock…Where the hell am I?” he wondered.

The young man figured that since he had no clue of where he was or why he was there that he should search around for clues. As he did so however, he realized that he could feel something under his jacket.

Unzipping it, he was surprised to find a black folder along with a black capsule strapped to his chest. Easily detaching the two items, he unzipped the files and read over them:

Target: Cecelia Q. Graves
Location: Phantom Supermax Penitentiary Sector 6 Block D Cell 66
Alias(es): Acel
Species: Half Demon
Age: [REDACTED]
Client: [REDACTED]
Authorization: Operator

Target is highly dangerous, approach with extreme caution. Upon encounter, inject with the serum provided and utilize the prison's escape pods to transport the target to HQ. Do not return upon failure.
The strange black file also contained multiple pictures of a tan blonde woman with violet eyes. She didn’t look like much of a threat, but he had never received a black file from the Operator before. If she thought that this Cecelia person was a threat, then it was safe to assume such as well.

The operative opened the capsule, revealing the syringe inside. It was quite large for a syringe, with a dangerously sharp looking needle jutting out of it. It also seemed to be filled with a silvery liquid that resembled mercury. It seemed to be some sort of tranquilizer, but it was nothing he had ever seen before.

That being said, he had never encountered a half demon before, so perhaps this would be the only way for him to take her down. He had met many powerful and exotic opponents as an agent of the wRHG, but this half-demon piqued his interest.

Flipping through the file, he found the map of the prison facility. On it was a small note with a four areas circled: a room labeled “Warden”, cell 66 in the D block, the airlock where he was, and the location of the escape pods. The note read:

The target's cell will be locked for obvious reasons. The cell can only be opened via the control panel located in the warden's office.

“Guess I can’t home without this girl,” the operative said, folding up Acel’s photo and the map and placing in his back pocket. He knew that she wouldn’t go down easy, but the mission seemed pretty straightforward.
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The warden’s office was specious and well-furnished, resembling more of a luxury living area than a prison warden’s office. However, the room had long since been lived in as dust had collected everywhere and the air smelt stale and metallic. Oracle immediately headed over to the large computer consoles in the back of the office.

“This is the control center for the entire prison facility,” she reiterated, as her fingers danced over the keyboard.

“What kind of prison can be controlled with a single computer terminal?”

“A fully autonomous prison in space,” Oracle responded, pressing a single key on the keyboard that turned all the walls in the room transparent, revealing the desolate lifeless planet outside.

The sky was pitch-black and the only source of light was a huge bright star in the empty sky.

“There’s no stars…”

“This planet…this prison…our prison…It’s completely cut off from the universe you once knew. You see that bright light in the sky,” she said pointing towards it, “That’s the only way out of here. A wormhole that connects our universe and this one.”

“A wormhole…The Organization was experimenting with creating alternate universes, but they never got it to work. Fascinating…How do you know all of this Oracle?”

“How about we take care of that chip in your brain first?” she asked, dodging the previous question.

Oracle began typing away at the terminal again, clicking and dragging windows so fast that they seemed to blur the screen. A few minutes of technological wizardry she had finished.

“Alright, I’ve disabled all the droids in the facility and shut off the silent alarm. Also, they escape pods are ready for deployment and your tracker is disabled.”

“Awesome, let’s go then!” exclaimed Acel, anxious to use her speed once again.

“Hold on there, speed demon. The chip is still active and will continue to shock you until you leave the facility. Besides, the droids are down any way, what’s the rush?”

“Ok ok. But before we go, just tell me why you couldn’t have escaped on your own? You didn’t need me to get to the Warden’s office and you had were already out of your cell when I met you,” Acel asked suspiciously.

“Your right, I didn’t need your help to get here, but if you didn’t break out of your cell, I would still be stuck in mine. Our prison cells were connected, but your cell was designed to hold me in, not you.”

Confused, Acel asked Oracle to clarify, but she responded with a cryptic “All will be explained in due time”, and suggested that they could go over the details on the way out of the prison.

“I’ll get the door,” said Acel rushing to open it.
As she did, her blood went cold as she was greeted by a strange man with a blue symbol on his head. Although she could sense no demonic blood in him, she felt a strange energy emanating from him.

This wasn’t someone who could be trusted.
04: Crazy Gadget
The man in the door way was young, with dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and hazel eyes. He wasn’t that tall, but he towered over Acel’s five foot demeanor. Although, Acel could feel a menacing aura from the young man, he seemed calm and normal, except for the strange blue symbol on his head.

He fished a picture out of his back pocket, held it up, and spoke:

“Cecelia Q. Graves?” he asked.

“I prefer Acel. Who are you?”

“Luther Wright, Nice to meet you,” he said stoically, “I’m going to need you to come with me Cecelia.”

“We don’t have time for this, we need to get to the pod bay,” said Oracle, strangely Luther didn’t seem to hear her.

“Fat chance, Mr. Wright. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

Acel sprinted towards Luther, catching him slightly off-guard as he didn’t expect such a bold move. When she was directly in front of him, Luther attempted a grab, but Acel side-stepped past him and bolted down the corridor. Although she couldn’t use her super speed, Acel was still as nimble as a fox.

Luther didn’t give chase though. Instead, he took a deep breath and focused his mind. If Acel had glanced backwards, she would have seen a strange white glow coming from Luther. When Acel was half way down the corridor headed towards the Atrium, Luther took his stance and punched the air. A loud shockwave of air blasted down the corridor slamming into the defenseless Acel.

Acel was thrown in the air, a bit shell-shocked by the powerful attack, but managed to land on her feet although she slid a couple of meters.

“Is that all yah got?”

“No,” responded Luther, now behind Acel. Instinctively, Acel ducked, avoiding Luther’s grapple, and counterattack with a spin kick to his head. He staggered a bit, but Acel knew that without her speed she couldn’t put any real power behind her attacks.

“So that’s what that feels like,” remarked Acel on Luther’s strange increase in speed. But she didn’t have time to fight with him, so she took off down the walkway to the second floor of the Atrium.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said slightly annoyed.

Luther stomped on the walkway, shaking the entire frame and leaving a huge dent in it. In a flash, he had completely disappeared.

“Sonic Ste—“

Luther elbowed Acel in the face, sending her flying off the railing and onto the floor of the Atrium.

“How can he be so fast?” she thought as she flew towards the ground.

She hit the floor hard, slamming into it and then sliding into the side of a storage container.

There’s got to be some way to stop him.

Luther leaped from the walkway to the ground floor. It was reckless, but the fall didn’t seem to faze him at all. Seeing this, Acel wove into the maze of storage containers in the atrium. If she didn’t lose him soon, there would be no way for her to take the escape pod out of the prison.

“Running’s not going to help!” yelled Luther, his annoyance evolving into agitation. His mark had lost its white glow, and now shown with a violet red, as he chased after Acel in this drawn out game of cat and mouse.

Acel had the advantage in the maze, because without his white glowing power, she could easily out pace Luther in the small spaces. Acel adopted a strategy of hit and run, trying to force Luther to give up out of sheer frustration. And for a moment, it seemed like Acel had him on the ropes.

She failed to notice that his mark had changed from a dull violet to a bright red. Caught up in her strategy, Acel approached him from behind and kicked Luther in the neck.

He didn’t flinch however, and he grabbed her leg and through her toward the side of a storage container. Agile like a cat, Acel managed to catch herself and land on her feet, but as soon as she did so, Luther struck her, sending her flying straight into a wall, denting its metal.

The punch was so powerful, that Acel coughed up blood. Luther pulled her out of the wall and held her up by the ponytail.

“You should’ve just listened to me.”

“No way in hell,” growled Acel, her eyes glowing with a bright gold shine.

Spinning midair, Acel slammed the back of her hand into Luther sending him flying across the atrium. Although she knew that she had to get to the pod bay, her demonic half called for blood.

Lifting up one of the storage containers with a single hand, Acel tossed it towards Luther, but he fired a strange red burst of energy that reduced the container to scrap metal.

Both enraged, the two fighters wailed on each other relentlessly. Although, Luther was faster than Acel, which would almost never be the case usually, he seemed to be the one taking more damage. However, he was the better fighter and he managed to catch Acel’s arm and pulled her into a head lock.

Acel snarled and roared like an animal, as she started to lose her sense of reason, but Luther had to neutralize her immediately. His veins glowed blue as his skin began to assault Acel with thousands of volts. She convulsed as the volts raced through her body and electrocuted her. In a few seconds, she was unconscious.

Luther let go of Acel, allowing her to fall to ground while he tried to calm himself down, his mark changing from a deep red to a dull azure.

Amazingly, Acel immediately regained consciousness, although she had reverted to her normal form. Noticing that Luther was busy meditating, Acel took off as fast as she could without setting off her tracking chip toward the corridor of the pod bay.

By the time, Luther noticed, Acel was already down the corridor and his mark immediately flash red.

“Damn Bitch!” he cursed, launching himself after her. He sped like a rocket in the air, tackling her down the hall way and pinning her down.

“You’re way too slippery for me to just catch,” he remarked, pulling out the tranquilizer syringe.

“I hate needles!”

“Too bad!”

Luther tried to inject her with the serum, but Acel grabbed his hand and pushed him back. Acel knew that she couldn’t hold him back for long though, his strength seemed to be increasing, while it took everything she had and more just to stay conscious.

But it was futile, with one more push, Luther had overpowered Acel, but she had luckily slid out of the way as he slammed the syringe into the ground. It exploded and stabbed him in the hand, the silvery substance entering his wounds.

The tranquilizer took effect almost immediately, Luther lost consciousness and fell on top of her.

“Well that was easy,” added the Oracle sarcastically, as he had appeared from nowhere once again.

Acel struggled to push Luther off her. She then stood up and brushed herself off.

“Yeah, easy…”

“Come on then, we don’t have all day.”

05: Cannon's Core
The pod bay was small and cold, empty of anything active, except for the tiny escape pod that was ready for docking.
“Oracle, How are we gonna both fit in that small little thing?”

Oracle starred at Acel, like a deer in headlights, “I’m the only one getting in the pod,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Hey! That wasn’t part of the deal!”
“We never had any deal,” she replied coldly, “I Just let you tag along.”

“Damn you!” Acel exclaimed, attempting attack Oracle, but for some reason she was completely immobilized.

Oracle sighed.

“I guess I owe you an explanation.”

“Just who are you anyway?” Acel asked, frustration lacing her voice.

Oracle chuckled a bit, “Don’t you get it yet? I’m your past and your future.”

“My past and future…Ok, you lost me.”

“Don’t think about it too hard, just know that our lives are connected by the red string of fate,” replied Oracle as she entered the escape pod.

“Wait, you’re just going to leave me here?!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll wake up soon.”

“Wake up? Am I dreaming?”

“Pinch yourself,” joked Oracle as she strapped into the pod and activated the engines.

Acel felt a sting as she pinched herself, this was no dream.

“At least tell me who imprisoned us!” yelled Acel over the engines.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Acel nodded in disagreement, she had no idea how the two of them would end up in an interdimensional space prison.

Oracle took a deep breath as the shuttle doors open and the pod began to launch.

“The Organization‼!”

GuardianTempest
07-10-2013, 03:32 AM
Wow, reading these battles sure is fun when you're listening to Two Steps From Hell.

Hewitt
07-10-2013, 07:59 PM
GamerXD8 has PM'd me that his work is finished, but he pulled an all-nighter finishing it so he will submit his work today. He is excused.

Anywho and _Ai_ on the other hand will now be penalized by 5 pts for every day that goes by without submitting until the end of the week. It's not fair to those that actually finished on time. If these two do not submit anything by the end of the week they will be disqualified and The Strongest/saintmccaw's works will be pitted against each other in a poll for CnC and tournament ranking purposes.

Oh and in case ya'll missed it, the 4th battle is now up:

http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?74037-wRHG-Tournament-Round-1-Acel-(The-Organization)-vs-Luther-Wright-(Rochedan)

Don't slack off and CnC every thread equally, even if you're not going to be saying much. It helps everyone in the longrun to know that their work is being appreciated, I cannot stress this enough.

I'd also like to note that when me and acute vote on a battle that is NOT the Blessing. We will note it in a post if it is. That is all.

Anywho
07-10-2013, 09:03 PM
Sorry, I really couldn't think of anything better. Writers block.
I really hate this, but at least it's on time, kinda.



______

“Huh?”

Ned opened her eyes and checked her self to make sure she was really there. Watching the other contestants be zapped one by one was not a pretty sight, and she was glad she was still alive. The girl reached over for a surface but quickly yanked her hand away, shocked, as soon as she touched the cold metal. She sighed and grabbed onto the pipe pulling herself up onto her feet. Her surroundings were pitch black and she could barely make anything out through the darkness.

An ominous screech reverberated throughout the sub but, just as fast as it came, faded away into silence. The submarine suddenly lurched forward nearly knocking the girl off her feet, Ned held onto the pipe until it calmed down. She clung to the rusted pipe a moment longer just to be safe; the old Sub creaked as it settled down. She cautiously took a step forward triggering a slight pain to shoot up her leg. She felt her thigh to feel something sharp protruding out of it. leaning onto the wall she took a deep breath, wrapping her fingers gingerly around the glass she carefully wiggled out the shard. The girl thenquickly cut off a piece of her shirt and wrapped it around her wound. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair then pushed off the wall, she took another step forward this time accidentally kicking something down the hallway. The object clinked against the steel floor rolling away deeper into the darkness ahead. She followed after it.

She fumbled across the cold steel floor and eventually, her hands found the plastic container and for a moment a wave of relief washed over her but instantly disappeared as she questioned what her next move would be. There was only a bit of soda left, she drank the rest and used her weapon as a makeshift glow stick continuing her venture further into the unknown.
____________

“Damn it”

The sudden movement of the sub caught Mccaw off guard and he was rewarded with a bump on his head. He stood back up and dusted off his clothes. He was engulfed in darkness; he even blinked a few times to make sure his eyes were really open. Upon switching on his evil eye, a burst of energy rushed through him, running up his back like a chill.

“Eh?”

It was a strange feeling but not entirely a bad one; he figured the Host had something to do with it. Though he didn’t mind it much since it mostly benefitted him. He adjusted his evil eye and scanned the area to spot a girl clumsily traveling down the hallway on the other side of the submarine. He began to follow after her but paused as something outside the sub slithered just out of his peripheral vision. He turned, but it managed to vanish just before he could get a better look.
____

Ned didn’t know how long she had been walking down the hallways, her surroundings rarely changed and everything was rusted and old. Even with the light of her baton she could still feel the anxiety creep up on her. It was as if eyes were burning into her back, watching her. Paranoid, she made a quick glance behind her as she walked, bumping into someone in the process.
“I’m sorry, I-” Ned looked up to see a man; he had a shaved head and wore a blue headband. His clothes were covered in quite a bit of blood, making him reek of death.

The man frowned, “So you’re my opponent?”

The man observed the girl, she looked young, brown hair and specks of blood stained her t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

The girl backed away cautiously holding up the light to his face, “And who are you?”

“Call me Mccaw.”

“Ned”, She lowered her weapon slightly but kept her eyes on him.

“So I guess we’re supposed to fight, eh?”

“You won’t be able to see though.”

“Don’t worry, I have a special ability that allows me to see through just about anything.”

“Then, may I offer a proposition?”
The sub shook once more, but both of them kept a calm expression, locked in a staring contest.

“Alright, shoot.”

“Since you’re at an advantage, lets play a game.”

“Hm?”

“Hide and seek”

The darkness resonated with a small laugh, “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, I thought you were young, but really?”

Ned remained silent, “Yes, or No?”

“It’s pointless-“

“Yes, or No?” She repeated.

Mccaw sighed, he could tell by the determined look she had, she wasn’t joking, “Fine”

He could have sworn he saw a faint smile appear on the girl’s face..
She turned, “I don’t need to explain, do I? Count to 100”

Before he could protest, the girl ran off. He watched her until she disappeared. Mccaw shook his head and started counting.

“1… 2… 3… 100” He adjusted his evil eye to see through the interior of the submarine. He looked around to spot the girl on the other side of the metal wall standing there banging her weapon against the wall, “hm,” He walked around the opposite way to end up behind her. However, as he approached her from behind the girl suddenly turned on him pointing the bottle at him, he expected as much and took a defensive stance. The bottle glowed brighter and transformed into a giant soda bottle, “What the-“

Ned smiled a bit and grabbed onto the handle with both hands. She charged forward and her opponent threw out his hands to stop the incoming ram. She pressed the button and rocketed towards him hitting the man in his chest, successfully catching him off guard. The two propelled down the hallway until they were stopped by a wall. She changed her bat back into a baton and
grabbed onto the man’s shirt throwing him against the ground then pinning
him down with her foot.

“Cheater.”
“ you didn’t even count to 100.”
“Yeah well, you should’ve picked a better number like 20 or 30, 100 is too much.”
She smiled, “Okay, next time I’ll count and you’ll hide.”
She whipped the baton across his face knocking him out.

Internet down, phone, can't edit.

The Strongest
07-10-2013, 11:38 PM
Question: What happens if only one of the two currently missing entries is submitted? The lonely entry is just given a bye?

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 12:23 AM
Question: What happens if only one of the two currently missing entries is submitted? The lonely entry is just given a bye?

That is unfortunately going to be the case for you. But hey, you're going to get 40 pts for your troubles. And I'll still make your thread for CnC purposes.

Personally though, this isn't the first time _Ai_ has stiffed on an entry so I'm not exactly surprised that he has decided to stiff this one :\ . For now let's just assume he will post one within the week.

I'll get Anywho/The Saint's thread up soon...

BirtDog
07-11-2013, 12:55 AM
That is unfortunately going to be the case for you. But hey, you're going to get 40 pts for your troubles. And I'll still make your thread for CnC purposes.

Personally though, this isn't the first time _Ai_ has stiffed on an entry so I'm not exactly surprised that he has decided to stiff this one :\ . For now let's just assume he will post one within the week.

I'll get Anywho/The Saint's thread up soon...

Hey if it'd help, I can take his place. I can write up how i snuck into the field and gutted Ai's character, then fought with The Strongest. We can compare his fight vs. Ai, with mine vs. Ai/him for just points. He would move on even if I won the votes, but his point score would be somewhat balanced, and maybe he gets his Ante points free on top regardless of victory. Just a thought. If that wouldnt work I'd get it, but I'm willing to help if need be.


EDIT: I am the weaker writer as far as stats show too so it might help me out, CnC wise. (since no one is fighting me anyways D= )

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 01:12 AM
Hey if it'd help, I can take his place. I can write up how i snuck into the field and gutted Ai's character, then fought with The Strongest. We can compare his fight vs. Ai, with mine vs. Ai/him for just points. He would move on even if I won the votes, but his point score would be somewhat balanced, and maybe he gets his Ante points free on top regardless of victory. Just a thought. If that wouldnt work I'd get it, but I'm willing to help if need be.


EDIT: I am the weaker writer as far as stats show too so it might help me out, CnC wise. (since no one is fighting me anyways D= )

That wouldn't be fair to _Ai_, who participated in the Prelims and posted many many days before, putting at least some energy into participating up until this point. He simply evaded the rules and he will be disqualified for it.

If and When you enter the loser's bracket, you will participate in a preliminary of your own to get yourself seeded. We have systems in place for this.

The Strongest
07-11-2013, 01:19 AM
For a moment, Hewitt, I thought you meant I would get 40 points as if 8 people had voted for me. Then I remembered it was probably 40 from the Early Bird and the Medium Ante. Mer.

So, Byes seem to be bad for you, score-wise. Especially the winner of this round, who can then only gain points from CnC in the next round, and maybe the bonus of the next round. Or have you taken that into account already?

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 01:26 AM
No, that is exactly what I mean. Your Round bye will be the equivalent of 8 votes, and that is why you will get 40 pts. Early Bird and Medium Ante will add to that 40 pts, and if you cnc thrice and well enough that will add to your default score as well. This is your privileged right for sticking it out and not getting to fight _Ai_ because he pussied out.

The Strongest
07-11-2013, 01:31 AM
Oh. Well, this is the happiest I've been with realizing that I've managed to waste time (that whole second half of my post is silly and unnecessary) today. So thanks for brightening that up just before I'm off to sleep.

BirtDog
07-11-2013, 01:37 AM
That wouldn't be fair to _Ai_, who participated in the Prelims and posted many many days before, putting at least some energy into participating up until this point. He simply evaded the rules and he will be disqualified for it.

If and When you enter the loser's bracket, you will participate in a preliminary of your own to get yourself seeded. We have systems in place for this.

I didn't imply I wanted into this tournament for free, I just wanted to give The Strongest a battle and not a freebie (I said I'd lose the bout no matter what.) Reward his work and all. I'd still participate in the loser's bracket without like...alluding to my role played in this round. But I get it ^_^
Let me know if you need assistance though (even outside of this tournament). I'm good with my free time.

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 01:38 AM
I understand but this is a tournament. If The Strongest desires an opponent and you wish to fight him, then take it outside and spar ^^

BirtDog
07-11-2013, 01:48 AM
I understand but this is a tournament. If The Strongest desires an opponent and you wish to fight him, then take it outside and spar ^^

*Clicks tongue* Ayyyyy B)

Xate
07-11-2013, 02:17 AM
Also, can I post my "Deleted scenes" in my work?

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 02:19 AM
As an afterword, yes. Look at Lobotomizer's entry if you don't know what I mean.

btw since Anywho delivered around the time I made the announcement, he is excused from the deduction as well.

Xate
07-11-2013, 02:37 AM
My story:
A Rematch? Unexpected Help
Luke’s eyes were blurry. His head was hurting as if a herd of elephants was trampling on his brain. And that was not a pleasant feeling. His vision was slowly restored, the haze that clouded his eyes and mind cleared off. He rose his arm in an attempt to protect his eyes from the harsh sunlight in front of him. He tried to get up, only to be stopped by a very sharp pain that traversed his body. Tracing the origin of the wound, he found that it came from his stomach. In an instant, all the memories flooded back to him like water from a broken dam. He was fighting a sea of thugs alongside other gladiators in a tournament. After finishing off the last one, a voice echoed the bloody warehouse.

"Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!" A high-pitched whirring sound kept on replaying in his head. It was from “The Host”, who had shot them with a huge tesla cannon emanated from the warehouse’s ceiling. It looked like one of those sci-fi machines that Luke had read in books. Its blasts disintegrated fighters after fighters and eventually him. All of that happened so fast that he didn’t have a chance to react. Not that he could with a bullet in his stomach. The feeling of having every particle in your body teleported one by one and reassembled at the speed of light was very complicated, but Luke could sum it in one word: Ticklish. He let out a soft laughter. He laughed at his predicament, one he should’ve thought of a way out. But with the bullet inside him, even if he healed himself with Aiman’s power, the bullet would still remain inside. As he was holding his left hand over his wound, he took a look at his surroundings. From his limited field of vision, he could concluded that it was a factory, but nothing lack of a full observation would shed some light about this place. As he was thinking about the next step, he heard footsteps approaching him, the sound of metal hitting each other.

“Metal footsteps. O…One guy…fits the bill.” Right after he finished his sentence, an android showed up, its jade eye glowing ominously. “Greeting: Hello, Blue Brawler. Observation: You look a little blue.” Even with his helmet on, the sarcasm in his voice was clear as day.

“Is it ‘Observation’ or ‘Mockery’?” Luke exclaimed with a low voice, crimson blood oozing out of his black shirt and onto his hand. “Damn…It hurts! And to think that I have to continue fighting…That bastard of a host…”

“Query: Would you like me to remove that bullet? I remembered you being shot by a thug.” The android offered Luke a helping hand, just the one the doctor ordered.

“Heh…Thanks…But why do you offer help to your opponent?” he wondered. “Response: A fair fight is what I want. Even if it means helping a wounded foe. Besides, I know you are an honorable man. Now, let me remove the bullet.” Luke nodded weakly, his strength was almost gone. Bl.An.C. approached next to the brawler and pulled up his shirt. The bullet wound was clear as day, with blood flowing out of it at an increasing speed.

“Opinion: This will be quick and painful. Clarification: I will rip out the bullet with my bare hand. The bullet itself didn’t injure any organs, but the process of removing it won’t be easy. ” Before Luke even got a chance to voice his thoughts, Bl.An.C.’s hand had already dug itself deep into the wound and pulled out a bullet in a quick motion. Luke’s pain was excruciating, the intense from his stomach and innards spread itself throughout every fiber of his being. His scream of agony was piercing and unable to help reducing the ongoing torture. Without a second to waste, he activated his TM and his body showed a green outline. An arrow appeared out of nowhere and he stabbed himself with it, the wound closed itself in the blink of an eye. Bl.An.C. held up the blood-covered bullet and threw it away, into the depths of the factory. Luke slowly stood up, the pain that had tormented him gone. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled down his black shirt.

“Alright, I’m good to go now. Now then, please go to your position. Our battle will begin shortly. And to be fair, I won’t use Aiman’s power since I only need it for healing.” The pseudo-android nodded and walked a few dozen steps back, his eye surveying the area. Luke also took the opportunity to have a closer look on this “factory”. He was slightly dumbfound by the sight: Rows upon rows of machineries lining up neatly with some conveyor belts affixed together , steel stairs connecting with metal walkways above and a bridge crane installed on the ceiling. He was amazed at the level of technology in the factory- none of the equipment here look familiar to him, who amassed great knowledge thanks to years spent reading books. The entire facility was quite well-lit thanks to sunlight from the glass ceiling. Spare chains were stored in a corner while some drum cans filled with oil were put in beside a controller for the crane. The concrete floor stained with drops of oil and some interlaced wires didn’t have any kinds of “tricks” to it, so Luke felt a little more secure, knowing that there wouldn’t be a “hands-out-of-ground” thing like in those zombies movie. The entire place looked quite lifeless with its lack of colors, except the grey walls and yellow black stripes. Then Bl.An.C. called out to get Luke’s attention.

“Query: You done?” Luke simply took a deep breath, replaying the song he had heard in his head. “Yes. Let it begin, shall we? Our ‘rematch of destiny’.”

A Beaten-up Warm up
Lucario immediately let out a shining light and a powerful shockwave, knocking Bl.An.C. off his feet. But he quickly regained his footing and with a flash, a grey “Mega Buster” appeared and shot out cyan energy bolts. The moment before impact, the glow quickly vanished and Luke dodged them all with great reflex. Without care for the explosions behind him, Luke raced forward with his arms up front like a boxer, side-stepping any incoming projectiles. One of Bl.An.C.’s arms lit up and his Beam Blade showed up, covering his forearm in a blade of pure energy. He kept his cannon locked on and kept firing, his blade ready to stab through Luke’s stomach. When Lucario entered his range, the android stroke quickly, hoping to finish the battle in one go. Lucario wasn’t an idiot, however, because with a kick to the arm’s underside, he stopped the attack effectively and at the same time made him vulnerable. Before he had a chance to deal a blow, a cyan light was in front of him and before he knew it, he was sent flying away with a “Golden Headshot”. To him, everything was spinning at high speed as he bounced off the hard concrete floor before hitting the wall with a *slam*.

“Ugh…My body hurts like hell...Great. My shirt has a hole on it now. Never thought this battle to be easy since we DID spar before but I did NOT see that shot coming.” Lucario grumbled as he rubbed his poor, beaten up back as well as everywhere else on his body.

“Observation: I can see that you’ve improved as well. Your strength has increased, but your skills are still lacking. A fight is not a contest of strength, it's a challenge of wits and skill. Continue?” Bl.An.C.’s voice began to annoy Luke. Despite the tension of the fight, his voice still remained indifferent. Luke knew the cause, but he couldn’t help being irritated. He simply nodded in response and stood up, the pain now dulled. He slightly staggered, his head hurting from the impact, and charged at the android while screaming at the top of his lungs. He destroyed the incoming projectiles with his bare hands and launched a powerful roundabout kick right at the head. Ducking, the android put his arm cannon at the brawler’s chest and muttered:

“Statement: Game Over.” A stream of energy blasted out of the Plasma Cannon and pushed him away, through the concrete wall and down to the cold, hard floor. Lucario could only whimper in pain. The difference in strength was clear. A beginner like him couldn’t hope to outshine a veteran like Cooper Price, whose experience in battle was his strongest weapon. But even so, giving up would seal off his slim chance of winning, so he picked himself up the floor and took a good look around. With a number of chairs and a large control panel, he guessed it was the “Control Room” stationed on the first floor. Well, the fact that there was a sign with “Control Room” written on the open door was pretty self-explanatory. One thing caught his eyes: a poster of “goggles” with a slogan: “Make the Invisible Plain to See!” On the bottom was the manufacturer: Silph Co. He put one and one together and concluded that this was a factory for Silph Co. and they were manufacturing goggles. But it seemed quite familiar, yet Luke couldn’t put a finger on it.

He felt a slight pain under his bottom, so he looked down and saw the remains of a machine. His fall must’ve broken it. Judging from its look, it was a stand, or a “transmitter”. Even after his butt stopped touching the machine, it still hurt. When he traced the location of the pain, he found a strange pink gem. As he held it in his hand, it slowly “dissolved” and absorbed into his palm. Before he knew what happened, a surge of energy overflowed him, so much that he saw a blue white fog covering him.

“Is this…my aura? That gem…It must’ve done this. Heh, looks like we’re on even grounds now, Blast Android.” As he walked out of the room, the radio near the panel crackled to life. “Yo yo yo! DJ in the house! Goldenrod Radio Tower presents you this epic remix of one of your favorite villain team! Time for some kickass action! Enjoy! “

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdk2yj8Sh0s
“Sweet. Looks like we got ourselves some battle music.” Luke walked out of the door normally and jumped from the metal walkway, landing perfectly on the concrete floor. He stood in front of the android, his aura intensified even more. The blue white aura slowly warped around him like steam, giving the brawler an aura of intimidation.

“Statement: So you got a boost. Interesting. Let’s see if the aura emanating from you isn’t just for show.”

Tech up!
The black pseudo- android was wary. He knew that the more aura Lucario has, the stronger he is. In order not to be caught off-guard, his blade had now been replaced with a black armguard which deployed a plasma shield. He let out volleys of cyan energy bursts, all of them hitting Luke head-on. Yet none of them seemed to faze him, his body exhibited no wound from the attack. Through the HUD, the android’s lens zoomed in and saw Luke wearing a devious expression on his face and in an instant, he disappeared, the HUD showing a single blue color. The android immediately raised his shield, his “eye” zoomed out to see Lucario pounding at the shield with immense strength and speed. He let loose a stream of cyan energy to fend the attacker off, which worked unexpectedly well and launched him off the wall again. Emerging from the debris, Luke yelled out:

“That didn’t even tickle! That’s all you got? Come on, show me the difference in our strength!” Luke threw a gigantic piece of rock at Bl.An.C., who blew it apart. But right after it was destroyed, Lucario appeared from the cloud of dust and delivered a powerful axe kick. Even though the android succeeded in blocking, the sheer pressure pressed him against the floor hard, cracking it. The brawler jumped a few steps to gain some distance before taunting him with his hand. The android slowly repositioned himself, his arms now transformed into two metal hands. With a Wing Pack behind, he propelled forward at high speed with his fists in front, in a way that made him look like a rocket. Instead of dodging, Luke responded with an aura-concentrated fist of his own. As the fists collided, a powerful shockwave was formed, launching Bl.An.C. towards the wall while Lucario was shot to the opposite wall, again. The black android slowly stood up, his body slightly injured by the impact. Suddenly, a chain found itself warping around his stomach. He looked straight ahead, only to find Luke holding the other end a few feet away.

“Got ya.” His right arm radiated a white light and his eyes, along with his hair, turned yellow. Bl.An.C. summoned the Wing Pack with haste and soared into the air, pulling the screaming Luke with him. The brawler cashed through machines, bumped against the wall and worse, he flew straight up the ceiling, its glasses shards stabbing his body. Then he no longer felt the pull. The android had cut off the chain surrounding him, and Luke had to suffer at the hand of G-Force. He fell down the ground with a bang, dust cloaking his location. But nothing could block Blast Android’s infrared vision, which revealed Luke’s escape. He took aim, only to be stopped by an Aura Sphere to his back. He turned to his rear and nothing was there but an empty factory. A voice appeared behind him.

“My Aura Spheres can home, just so you know.” The brawler unleashed a bone-breaking kick right at his spine and sent him through the machines. “How’s my skill now? Are we on even grounds yet?” His tone was filled with arrogance. With his newfound strength, he beat the man who had once brought him to his knees. “You know, that kick was supposed to dislocate your spine, rendering you unable to move the lower part of your body. Thanks to your armor, the impact has greatly lessened and therefore, saved you. Buuuuuuuuuut, that didn’t guarantee that you could still move without pain.”

Laying on top of a pile of metallic junks which were once working machines, there was a humming sound and the android’s helmet opened, revealing the pale face of a young scientist. Coughing out blood, he rubbed the remainder off his mouth and gasping, the pain transmitting throughout his body. Luke wasn’t wrong. The pain Cooper was experiencing now was unbearable for normal humans. Every blow delivered by Lucario equaled to a sledgehammer and aimed at vital points. As he was stumbling through pieces of metal, his grey green eyes spotted something very interesting, one that could reverse the situation.

Luke strolled through the factory, passing pieces and bits of machinery. He spotted something shiny on the conveyor belts, so he approached closer. It was a disk, one that he was quite accustomed with. It was red with black border, resembling the ones he was carrying. On its border were the letters: “TM 43: Flame Charge” on the border. He tucked it in his pocket for later use. He took a look around for more until he heard a strange sound, like someone was digging something. What’s more, it was at the direction where Cooper was. Luke ran to his location, only to see a hole instead that led underground.


“Well…Da-“ Before Luke even finished his word, a person shot out of the ground and a jaw-breaking uppercut was served. Being knocked up the air not only disorientated him, but it also made him vulnerable for a concentrated blast from Plasma Cannon’s little brother: Blast Cannon, whose likeness was undeniable. Bl.An.C. landed perfectly with consecutive back flips on a flat surface as he looked at the brawler, who found himself stuck in the wall.

“”Statement: He’ll be here…now.” The instance the android said that, with his finger pointing, Luke fell right down where Cooper anticipated, along with a few rocks to the head. “Grah…I can feel that a few weeks later…” Luke got up quickly and dusted his dirtied pants and vest. “How did you pull off that move?” He pondered. And there was a long silence. Then he noticed a strange machine affixed to
Bl.An.C.’s right arm. That ‘armguard’ had uncanny similarities to Luke’s, except for its black color. Then he remembered the disk he had inside his pocket. It didn’t take long for him to connect the pieces. “So…You possess a TM, too and this is a TM factory, am I right?”

"Statement: Are you so desperate as to ask information from an enemy? Pathetic." Even through his helmet, Cooper’s voice was filled with bitterness. "Ok. I'll take that as a yes." Luke answered without delay and backed off with a few steps. “Well, guess we’re done talking. Or like you would call it: ‘Conversation terminated’.”

Lucario inserted the red TM disk he had found inside the TM, and a flame cloak covered his body. He darted right at the pseudo-android who performed a flawless block. A flash engulfed the android’s arm, and the beam blade was called forth to thrust right at the brawler’s head. He dodged it by a hair’s breadth and grabbed hold of Blast Android’s helmet, his flame-engulfed hand slowly heating up the jade eye. In an attempt to shrug off the heat creeping at his face, Cooper summoned the Wing Pack and flew up, escaping the fiery grasp of the brawler. Soon, the flame wore off, revealing Lucario in blue white ‘flame’ that was his aura.

“Heh. Let’s kick it up a notch, shall we?” The yellow that dyed Luke’s eyes and hair faded away, returning to their original color. “Oh man…I totally forgot about my transformation. What a drag… Well, let me repeat myself. Let’s turn it to eleven, shall we?” As if on cue, Luke emitted a powerful shockwave, his energy level sky-rocketed in matters of seconds. They disappeared after a few seconds, the blue white aura surrounding him condensed itself around Luke. He let out a menacing roar and entered a fighting stance, his eyes filled with determination.

Turn up to eleven!
“Wait. Let me get something.” Having said that, Luke jumped up the metal walkway and walked inside the ‘Control Room’. He fetched the radio on the control panel and brought it outside. He placed on the metal walkway and turned it on. Then he hopped off the walkway and returned to his original position.
“Yo yo yo! Alright now folks, be glued to your seat because it’s time for our weekly top 10 songs! And now…The song you’ve been waiting for…Be prepared! For…EPIC BATTLE THEME OF HISTORYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! GO!”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctbLbXufNRU
The moment the first beat was made, Luke dashed into the midst of machines, away from Cooper’s line of sight. It took only a second for him to figure out the brawler’s intention: Gathering the TMs. The android jetted after him into the depths of factory to prevent his TM gathering and to get some for his own use. Flying through rows and rows of machines, he used his infrared vision to search for the brawler’s location. The result was negative, however. That is, until he heard a voice above.

“Peek-a-boo.” Luke raised up his hand and delivered a brick-crushing chop with his bare hand. Thanks to a well-timed boost, he managed to evade it by propelling forward. Luke’s attack was so strong that it shattered a line’s worth of tiles. Talk about “Karate Chopper”. Grabbing a red disk within arm’s reach, the black android inserted it and his right arm turned into his trusty Plasma Cannon and out of it, a stream of scorching fire. Luke rolled out of the way and snatched a disk close by, which color was pink. As soon as the fire dissipated he loaded up the TM and with the power of telekinesis, he threw Cooper up the sky and pulled him to the ground. With the help of gravity, the impact was increased ten-fold. That didn’t stop Bl.An.C. from getting up and blasting an impressive red beam that obliterated almost everything in its way. Yet the incoming attack didn’t surprise Lucario one bit. He raised his right arm and muttered:

“Protect.” Instantaneously, a green wall materialized itself and absorbed the beam without fail. “Man, this sure is an intense match. Just like that spar. I could remember it as if it were two days ago. Oh wait, it WAS two days ago.” Luke chuckled at his own corny joke. But as he was enjoying himself, he failed to notice Bl.An.C. with a brown disk in hand. There was a slight rumble beneath Luke and right after that, chunks of rocks shot up, their sharp edges piercing Lucario’s body. The stones were like blades, rending his flesh like rain of knives. Luke squirmed in pain, the wounds scattering his body caused his brain unbearable torment. In an instant, his aura and hair turned sheet white, all of his wounds healed in seconds. Blast Android was cold with sudden fear, true fear, when he looked at Luke’s “transformation”. He couldn’t describe the reason, but from the HUD, the person in front of him was somehow…distorted, mutated, as if he had become an entirely different being. The brawler’s glow grew stronger and stronger, until he yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he was trying to subdue to rising power and it all disappeared, the glow, the color white that dyed his hair and covered his body.

“Query: What…What happened?” Everything happened so fast that not only Bl.An.C., but also Luke was unable to comprehend what had just transpired. “J…Just a TM. Let’s continue, shall we?” Luke’s legs shook a little bit, his aura slightly depleted due to the attack. He sharpened his mind and focused, increasing his aura in order to gain the "edge" he once had. The fear that had crept into Cooper’s nervous system was gone and he immediately let loose a barrage of cyan plasma bolts, which hit Luke directly and brought him to the ground. He picked himself up the floor, took a deep breath…and started throwing the rocks from Bl.An.C. ‘s attacks like a madman, screaming as he threw pieces and pieces of debris. The android wasn’t surprised and just blasted the projectiles with his arm cannon.

Then Luke appeared from the dust of rocks, his body cloaked in electricity. Sparks dissolving into thin air, crackling noises stirring the atmosphere, he dashed towards the android, leaving behind a trail of miniature firework, flickering about like fireflies. Blast Android began to start up the Wing Pack, preparing to fly up and dodge, only to see Luke jumped high in order to grapple him in midair. That was when Lucario realized he’d been had: Bl.An.C.’s action was a feint, rendering the young fighter unable to dodge while airborne. But Luke evaded the plasma bursts like a boss by making a small aura explosion with his feet, creating a push that got him to safety. He rolled onto the floor, then his left leg outstretched and gave him to momentum to ram the android, his electricity armor disappeared seconds before the attack. Bl.An.C. stopped the fighter dead in his track with a shield bash, his cannon gathered the surrounding light and manifested into an energy orb as it blew Luke up, its radiant light almost blinded Luke, even with his black goggles on.

The black android was also affected, however, as he slowly recalibrated his jade eye. When his vision returned to normal, the first thing he saw was a brass knuckle. It cracked Cooper’s optical sensor and he was hit with a concentrated punch to the stomach, a roundabout kick to the side, a right elbow to the head and finished with an energy-packed ram against the wall with his right shoulder, all of which connected perfectly like. Luke backed a few steps and took a small breather. The entire combo was taxing on Luke’s body and aura. His body was strained greatly, with all the amount of aura condensed into one tiny package and the continuous usage of TM. Even standing took most of his strength. When he raised his head, he saw a white energy bolt flying at him. He tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. The brawler was knocked to the floor, his face burning with pain. The white plasma bolt was hot enough to hit metal, and even with his reinforcement power, the heat scarred his face. He slowly stood up, his voice now hardly audible.

“Good job…” He yelped a bit at the pain on his face. Burn marks were visible on parts of his cheeks, forehead and even his nose. “Statement: And so, the battle is nearing its end.”

The Reversal Finish!
Luke stood up swiftly, enduring the pain. He placed his hand together, and aura began to cluster, forming one giant spiraling orb of energy. The instant he was about to shoot his massive bomb, a single rocket hit his head from behind and he found his face on the floor. That attack also disrupted his concentration and his big, blue ball of aura vanished without a trace.

“What the?” Lucario was astonished as he looked at the android. All of a sudden, he got hit and his attack was gone. How could Cooper Price had done that? “Recitation: My ‘missiles’ can home, just so you know. Statement: While you were squirming in pain, I took the opportunity and launch one of them, timed to hit you after one minute. And the result was acceptable.” The Bl.An.C.’s monotonous voice made him very intimidating. Even in the heat of a battle, he displayed little to no emotion. Not the tiniest bit of feeling was conveyed through the robotic speaker on the android’s helmet.

“Well then, how about this?” He inserted a blue disk into his TM and from his hand, a powerfully compressed stream of hot water was pumped out, threatening to destroy the delicate circuitry inside the pseudo-android’s suit. He materialized his Wing Pack and took off, avoiding even one droplet of water. Luke kept on pumping out hot water at the flying robot, despite knowing the futility of his action. After a few seconds, the disk expired, along with Luke’s aquatic move. The factory was wetted by Luke, even the hook from the crane was sprayed with water. The drains were clogged with a piece of rock, letting the water level in the factory raise. Even so, it was only enough to create a thin layer of liquid on floor's surface because of the size of the factory.

“Mockery: Nice aim.” The android chuckled monotonously, which was slightly weird. “Statement: Now it’s my turn.” With a flick of his arm, ten drones were teleported to the factory, surrounding Luke. As if on cue, they all fired at the same time, their lasers creating a “web” that tried to capture the fighter. He tried to escape, but he slipped on the water and paid the price: Two of the lasers made their way through his legs. The brawler could no longer scream, for most of his strength was gone, especially from the TM just then. Lying there, the heat from the water keeping him from losing consciousness, he contemplated the reason why he fights. To become stronger, to save her, to reach the truth. was his answer. His determination had been renewed, his burning passion instigated a surge in aura and he recovered a partial of his strength. He threw up into the air one aura sphere, its size twice as normal. With a snap of his fingers, it split itself into eleven pieces and annihilated all the drones in one go. One shot aimed itself at the Blast Android Class and caught him off-guard, engulfing him in a blue explosion. Lucario crawled himself towards the wall and leaned his back against him, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Finally…It’s over.” But his happiness was short-lived. Walking away from the dust-filled smoke, the android, whose armor had scraps and pieces broken, spoke in his usual emotionless voice. “Compliment: I commend you for injuring me this much. Not many could do that.” Luke was terrified. After all that, he was still standing? How could a normal person…go through that much and still standing? He couldn’t speak a word, as he was astonished by the willpower of the scientist. He tried his best to move his body, only to be stopped by Blast Android’s sentence. “Threat: Running is futile. Next to you are three oil barrels. If I shoot a cyan bolt at them, the explosion will engulf you, killing you without fail. But considering the distance between you and me, they will be useless against me. Do you concede?” Luke was offered a way out, an escape out of this nightmare. Just then, Luke had a realization.

“Damn…You’re good. And to think…I poured all my strength into that one shot.” He rose up his right, injured arm. A small orb slowly formed itself, swirling rapidly like a tornado. “This…I bet it all in this one move!” He blasted it off with such strength that it flew as fast as a bullet. But, the nanosecond before it defeated Bl.An.C., a plasma shield showed up, absorbing it without fail. “Statement: Game over.” The Blast Android was victorious after a grueling battle. The young fighter laid there, his life force almost drained. Or that was his thoughts. When he finally snapped out of his victory cry, he saw Lucario with a strange yellow controller. “Sorry, but this one’s mine!” He crushed it with his bare hand and the hook from the bridge crane above fell down with Cooper right below. It was a trap! was Bl.An.C.’s realization as he looked up, his vision locked onto the falling object. He had been fooled all along!

But there was one loophole in Lucario’s meticulous plan. Cooper Price simply stepped to the right, letting the heavy hook hit the concrete floor harmlessly. “Mockery: So much planning, yet foiled by one simple movement. Pathetic.” But Luke didn’t take notice of his words, his eyes looking at the sky. When the android looked up, he saw thunderclouds, gathering above the establishment, lightning sparkled from one black cloud to another. It suddenly dawned on him: Luke had sneaked one disk into his TM while he was enjoying his so-called “victory”. He looked at the ground to see that the floor was filled with water made by Luke’s pumping action. All of that…was for this moment? He promptly used his Wing Pack to get away, only to be knocked down by an explosion to the head. “My Aura Spheres can home, just so you know.” That was the last Cooper Price heard of him. Lightning shot down the crane, its electric current traveled through the chain and hook into the water below, shocking Blast Android Class and the rest of the machines inside the factory, setting off multiple sparks flying. It looked very festive with all the lights shooting around like fireworks.

But there were one thing that Lucario didn’t take into account. The barrels next to him sat in a corner as electric traversed from the chain to the water, spreading its reach towards the “bombs”. By the time Luke realized the danger, they had already been set off, the blazing inferno wrapped around Luke and the surroundings. The explosion emitted a powerful shockwave, blowing rubbles and the broken android like a feather across the factory. When everything subsided, there was a gigantic hole on the wall, pieces of machines littering the floor and the air was filled with the smell of oil, and ashes. But there was one thing that stood out the most: A blue barrier surrounding Luke. It eventually faded away, leaving behind a physically and mentally exhausted fighter.

“Man…Had it not been for Triss’s power, I’d been a dead man. “ The pseudo-android’s armor was completely fried, blue sparks flickering from the cracks and openings of the suit and the pilot was burned from the electric shock. But he was still living. Seeing his aura still lingering, Luke breathed a sigh of relief. “NOW everything’s over. Good job, Bl.An.C. Now…what? Man, that Host better get here soon, or I’ll punch him in the face,” Luke pondered a little bit. “Hm…Nah. I’ll punch him anyway for zapping me. Guess I’ll take a nap. Yeah, it sounds good enough…” Then Luke’s eyelids slowly closed, bringing the entire battle to the end.

Used TM: (Have fun spotting them)
Blast Android Class: Dig, Flamethrower, Hyper Beam, Stone Edge, Flash Cannon, Bulldoze.
Lucario: Flame Charge, Brick Break, Telekinesis, Protect, Giga Impact, Scald, Thunder.
#1:
Director: Ah...A fine day to visit my own factory. Now would you mind guiding me, Mr. Worker?
Worker: Yes, sir. (Aw man, this should've been my day-off! Working overtime sucks)
*door opens*
Director: What the? My...my...fac...*thud*
Worker: So...That means I get the day-off?
#2:
Luke: Hm...Making the Invisible Plain to See… Wonder if it also applies to-
Me: Stop that thought before I make the ceiling fall.
#3:
Bl.An.C. uses Earthquake.
The facility crumbled.
Bl.An.C. fainted.
Lucario fainted.
Me: Wow. That’s a bit too much fatality.
#4:
*After falling down a machine in the Control Room*
Luke: Oh God somebody help me! Something is stuck in my anus! HELP!
Me: Mother of Arceus...
#5:
*Team Rocket barges in*
Grunt: Time to take everything that's not ours! Mwahahahahaha!
Me: Uh...Do you mind? Can't you see that they're battling? Go back some other time.
#6: (The original version)
...The factory was wetted by Luke, even the hook from the crane was sprayed with water. The boiling water emitted a fade mist as it slowly drained away towards the sewer.

...Lightning shot down the crane, its electric current traveled through the chain and hook into the water below, shocking Blast Android Class.

...The pseudo-android’s armor...
#7:
Bl.An.C. used Flash. A bright light filled the building.
Luke was unaffected.
Luke used Flash. He took off his shirt and pants.
Bl.An.C.'s accuracy lowered greatly!

I have finally finished. Now then, I'm ready.

Rochedan
07-11-2013, 04:53 AM
Can you guys please start voting for my battle with Organization, it's been one and a half day and we only have one vote. This kind of bothers me when I see other have like twelve votes.

Xate
07-11-2013, 04:55 AM
You still got 3 days left. I was planning to CnC then. But as you wish.

_Ai_
07-11-2013, 09:42 AM
That wouldn't be fair to _Ai_, who participated in the Prelims and posted many many days before, putting at least some energy into participating up until this point. He simply evaded the rules and he will be disqualified for it.

If and When you enter the loser's bracket, you will participate in a preliminary of your own to get yourself seeded. We have systems in place for this.

I feel really guilty. I have no reason to defend myself, because I simply procrastinated so hard that I didn't finish this. Even though I had every chance to finish this, I didn't. Sorry from the deepest of my heart. I could list another hundred reason, but I really did it this time. Sorry yet again.

The warehouse was in utter chaos. Bodies were everywhere, blood colouring the wall red. The rest of the thugs who was still alive began running for their dear lives. Aiman somehow survived that hell; and he sure is relieved he didn't die a gruesome death. Even his very clothes were drenched in blood. He sat down, catching his breath.

But, there's no time for a rest.

"Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!"

The voiced boomed, and echoed through the warehouse. A whizzing sound with a high pitch followed. It was so loud, it's deafening. A massive tesla cannon emerged from the ceiling. All gladiators were rooted to their place; interested by the event. Out of the blue, the cannon zapped at people accurately. Panic broke out, everyone trying to escape their impending doom. However, none was left. They were all shot to nothingness. Only one is left. That particular person is Aiman. However, he is frozen by fear, energy left his legs. Slowly closing his eyes, he accepts his fate...

ZAP!

The warehouse is now empty, with the stench of the dead filling the air.

"No rest for the wicked as they say...let the first rounds commence."

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"Where is this place?" Aiman whispers to himself quietly as he slowly opens his eyelids. "Where is this place? This isn't the Warehouse..."

A beautiful sight came to as he opens his eyes. A glorious, green garden. The green grass was waving at him. The most noticeable thing about this place is the massive tree at the center. The Garden gives out a peaceful vibe, and a has this fresh, fragnant smell. Its like all the troubles in the world has vanished. Its almost like he was in Heaven. Which made him question himself...

"Am I dead?" Aiman questions no one. "Am I in Heaven?"
"You're not." A voice answers.
"Who's there?!" Aiman shouted, seemingly shocked. He doesn't expect his question to be answered. "Who are you?"
"Why would you like to know?" The mysterious voice asked.

A figure appeared from behind the humongous tree. A male, seemingly in his 50s. He's taller than Aiman, by about a few cm. Wielding a cane, he has grey hairs that fit his age. Though, something about him seems intimidating. Maybe his eyes. His sapphire-blue eyes was burning with an unknown determination.

"Hey!" The man shouted, bringing back Aiman from the deeps of his thoughts. "What'cha thinking about?"
"Whoa." Aiman snapped. "Sorry. Where were we again?"
"Haha, you're a funny guy aren't you." The man said as he laughed heartily. "The name's Walden." Walden held out his hand for a handshake.
"Walden." Aiman repeated his name unknowingly. "I'm Aiman. Nice to see you."
"Nice to meet you too." Walden replied. "So why are you here? The Tournament, maybe. I saw you running away from the thugs."
Upon hearing these, Aiman immedeatly jumped back on reflex, keeping his guard up. "Are you a wRHG too?"
Walden nodded. "Actually yes. Are you my opponent?"
"I guess so." Aiman's reply was simple.
"Then, let's have fight our hearts out, eh?" Walden said, as he took a battle stance. "Ready?"
"Ready!" As he took the form of the elemental magic, 'Wind'.

A thought crossed Aiman's mind. "Somehow, I feel different. Its like... I'm a new person!"

An intense staring competition is at hand. Sparks flew from both competitors.

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Somewhere, somehow, a drop of water is falling to the ground. Slowly, but surely. The drop of water fell to the ground, and smashed into millions of small water droplets. As soon as the droplet fell, Aiman and Walden clashed with all their might.

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Aiman charged Walden head first while summoning his dual swords, while Walden took out a hidden blade from his cane. For someone his age, he's agile. Very agile. However, his speed was not a match for the elemental magician, who is in 'Wind' mode. 'Wind' mode enhances his speed, and gave him access to his dual sword. The mage took a quick slash at Walden with one of his sword, but was unsurprisingly blocked. However, wind pulses revertrebrated, and made a small cut to the cane swordsmen forehead. Aiman did not stop there, he kept pressuring Walden. Walden, holding his wound in pain, let his guard down. He was open to attack in every direction possible. The element master changed form to 'Fi-' ...the change failed?

"What's happening?!" Aiman desperately shouted. "Change!" But to no avail.

Walden took this opportunity to strike back at Aiman. The mage was careless, but was still able to narrowly dodge Walden's attack. Though, the attack hit his elbow, but its only a small wound. When he moves his arm, small sparks of pain shot down his nerve. Aiman channels his magical powers, while Walden is... summoning a pack of 12 ash wolves? With Walden's command, the wolves attacks Aiman in every direction. The elemental magician let out a wave of wind storm, result of his charged powers. The attack was stronger than what the mage expected. The wave attack hit most of the wolves, and they dispersed into thin air... but not for long. Few seconds passed, the wolves started to reform again. Panicking, Aiman calls out for a momentary truce.

"Can we *pant* stop for *pant* a bit." Aiman asked for a truce while panting severely. "Something seems to be wrong with me today."
"Sure, why not." Walden unhesitatingly accepted it. "What's wrong with you anyway? You seemed to be a whole lot stronger at the Warehouse."
"I don't know what's wrong either." Aiman said, finally catching his breath. "I can't change element as I like."
"Interesting. You control elements?" Walden seems mildly interested in Aiman's ability.
"Yes. Maybe it's the place?" Aiman guesses.
"Wait." Walden noticed something odd. "It's already morning."
"Wow." Aiman seems to be amazed after being told this. "Did we really fight this long?"
"Well; lets continue, shall we?" Walden said, stretching his body. "Rested enough?"
"Yeah. Time for Round 2." Aiman said, standing up. "Lemme try once more."

Aiman focuses his magical power in turning into the element, 'Fire', once again. But luck was not in his favor. Instead of changing to 'Fire', Aiman changed into 'Electric' instead. Well damn. He thought.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Walden let out a loud war cry.
"Hey, wa-" Aiman said, but to no avail. Walden was already charging at him.

Xate
07-11-2013, 10:03 AM
What a shame. I was looking towards your work.

ErrorBlender
07-11-2013, 10:36 AM
I did too. Anyways, since most of the battles are up. The waiting [and CnC] part of the tourney begins!

Xate
07-11-2013, 10:40 AM
MEN! GET YOUR KEYBOARD! Time...to type! *ratatatatatatata*

Hewitt
07-11-2013, 08:56 PM
I feel really guilty. I have no reason to defend myself, because I simply procrastinated so hard that I didn't finish this. Even though I had every chance to finish this, I didn't. Sorry from the deepest of my heart. I could list another hundred reason, but I really did it this time. Sorry yet again.

Stop saying sorry, it's not gonna do anything this time. Apologizing doesn't produce results. Time and time again you've proven to not produce anything I ask of you. Prove me wrong and do something about it! You have until the end of the week. I've set the thread up, and you can still edit your entry, but if you do you will incur the -5 Per Day Penalty.

BirtDog
07-12-2013, 01:10 AM
"I CAN SEE!!! I! CAN! FIGHT!".....but i'll CnC/vote instead =P

Hewitt
07-12-2013, 01:20 AM
"I CAN SEE!!! I! CAN! FIGHT!".....but i'll CnC/vote instead =P

Incidentally, Rochedan is going to be gone I think by the time Round 2 comes around. He has agreed that someone substitute him in his place. If you lose R2, so does he (this is of course, if Rochedan wins R1 to begin with). Would you agree to bench him? Go check out his battle thread if you think you match his proficiency.

Rochedan
07-12-2013, 04:19 AM
Incidentally, Rochedan is going to be gone I think by the time Round 2 comes around. He has agreed that someone substitute him in his place. If you lose R2, so does he (this is of course, if Rochedan wins R1 to begin with). Would you agree to bench him? Go check out his battle thread if you think you match his proficiency.

yeah I´m not winning, Birtdog can take my spot in the tournament. And yet again, another tournament failed for me :)
So he can have all the points I gathered (also the CnC) and do round 2 if there is one

BirtDog
07-12-2013, 05:36 AM
Incidentally, Rochedan is going to be gone I think by the time Round 2 comes around. He has agreed that someone substitute him in his place. If you lose R2, so does he (this is of course, if Rochedan wins R1 to begin with). Would you agree to bench him? Go check out his battle thread if you think you match his proficiency.

I'll substitute if we're ok with it. But he has to win Round 1 right? I'll take a look at his thread after I at least vote on all the others' fights, or do you think I should look at it at my earliest opportunity? Also, what exactly is the battle thread? (His Demo? Past fights?)



yeah I´m not winning, Birtdog can take my spot in the tournament. And yet again, another tournament failed for me :)
So he can have all the points I gathered (also the CnC) and do round 2 if there is one

If you already loss then i cant take your place, i believe. I'd take your spot in round 2 IF you won round 1.



EDIT: I started voting on the ones I've had time to read (mid-way through the blood factory), but only voting. I'd figure I'd get that out of the way and CnC later since voting has a time limit. Sorry for not getting through you're guys' awesome fights sooner =(, but there's other things on here to respond to and real life is staying pretty hectic for this upcoming week. After that I'll have more "free" time.
I do love this place and the characters here, real and otherwise, and I will continue coming back here =)

Hewitt
07-16-2013, 11:12 AM
The last of the battles are almost ending. Good job voting and commenting guys. I think this Round was a success no matter who won (except _Ai_ >_>). Congratulations to all 14 participants. Please wait a bit while I compile the scores and drum up Round 2. But as a preview, the title of that event will be Lost and Found so stay tuned.

Also, I've thought about giving the bye to highest point-scorer but decided to forego that seeing as he would probably become inactive. All 7 winners of this Round will move on up to Round 2.

The Loser's Bracket will be up as soon as Round 2 is in its mid-stages; a week from when it appeared. All the losers of R1 are reserved but must confirm all the same. And newcomers will be welcome to join as well. If you get eliminated from the Loser's Bracket, that's it you're out of the tournament. The winner of that bracket will have a chance to fight the reigning champ of the Winner's Bracket for a 2nd Chance/Honorable Mention.

Rochedan
07-16-2013, 11:44 AM
The last of the battles are almost ending. Good job voting and commenting guys. I think this Round was a success no matter who won (except _Ai_ >_>). Congratulations to all 14 participants. Please wait a bit while I compile the scores and drum up Round 2. But as a preview, the title of that event will be Lost and Found so stay tuned.

Also, I've thought about giving the bye to highest point-scorer but decided to forego that seeing as he would probably become inactive. All 7 winners of this Round will move on up to Round 2.

The Loser's Bracket will be up as soon as Round 2 is in its mid-stages; a week from when it appeared. All the losers of R1 are reserved but must confirm all the same. And newcomers will be welcome to join as well. If you get eliminated from the Loser's Bracket, that's it you're out of the tournament. The winner of that bracket will have a chance to fight the reigning champ of the Winner's Bracket for a 2nd Chance/Honorable Mention.

I won´t be active from 28th of july until the end of august. I could write something before 28th of July. But i don't know how soon the brackets will be up.

BirtDog
07-16-2013, 02:13 PM
Dibs on Roche's points! Called it. Mine. All mine. XD

Rochedan
07-16-2013, 02:44 PM
Dibs on Roche's points! Called it. Mine. All mine. XD

Perhaps if you're interested you can continue writing in my place indeed. But first I need to know when the looser bracket will be up, because I really like writing these battles :)
As I said before, if the brackets are up five or four days before 28th of July, I will still be able to do round 2 in the loser's bracket.

Round 3 will be all yours :)

Hewitt
07-16-2013, 08:52 PM
I won´t be active from 28th of july until the end of august. I could write something before 28th of July. But i don't know how soon the brackets will be up.

I don't know if I can get it up that fast, but I don't think you'll make it. I still have to seed the Loser's Bracket and that takes time (there won't be a preliminary and the seeding takes place in the thread itself but it will still take time.) In this case you can have BirtDog take your place and if he wins you can take over. But it will be at his disadvantage than if he just entered as a new entrant. Discuss it amongst yourselves, gents.

BirtDog
07-17-2013, 12:16 PM
I don't know if I can get it up that fast, but I don't think you'll make it. I still have to seed the Loser's Bracket and that takes time (there won't be a preliminary and the seeding takes place in the thread itself but it will still take time.) In this case you can have BirtDog take your place and if he wins you can take over. But it will be at his disadvantage than if he just entered as a new entrant. Discuss it amongst yourselves, gents.

.....if he wins you can take over
Who is the you?

And what disadvantage? O.O
Roche, baby, help a brother out.

Rochedan
07-17-2013, 01:41 PM
.....if he wins you can take over
Who is the you?

And what disadvantage? O.O
Roche, baby, help a brother out.

Please don't speak to me like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
Hewitt meant to say that if you take my place in round 2. And you manage to win. Round 3 would be mine again. But in my opinion you could just take my spot and the points I gathered from the CnC's and early bird (that's all I think). And finish the tournament in your own name with your own character.

(off-topic --- BirtDog could you please answer to my question in your own character thread, it's related to our battle and I really need to know this)

BirtDog
07-17-2013, 03:09 PM
I replied.

Hewitt
07-17-2013, 08:41 PM
No actually I didn't mean Round 2. I meant the Loser's Bracket.

Birtdog has 2 options:

a) Bench for Rochedan in Round 1 of the Loser's Bracket. If he wins, Rochedan takes over R2 onwards. If he loses they're both out.

OR

b) Join the Loser's bracket as a new entrant. Rochedan is out no matter what but if Birtdog wins he stays and moves on without having to be replaced.


Oh yeah ALSO, I officially declare Round 1 OVER! any future cnc's will no longer be counted towards cnc pts. Please hold while I tally the scores and drum up the R2 thread.

Signups for the Loser's Bracket will take place in my Discussion thread over at the wRHG general section so stay tuned for that. Also, I've decided that the Loser's Bracket will no longer have a preliminaries, but seeding will be random, with a guarantee that none of the losers in THIS Round will face each other.


Once again, here's a preview for the names of the Rounds:

wRHG Tournament R2: Lost and Found
Loser's Bracket R1: Once Upon a Time

BirtDog
07-18-2013, 08:07 AM
Oh...yeah I want to try to "win" this...
I think I'll take option "B" and sign up for the Loser's bracket

Xate
07-18-2013, 09:49 AM
0-0
Too late to CnC. Curses my damn procastination!

Chamel
07-18-2013, 09:50 AM
You can still CnC em, you just dont get points for it XD

Xate
07-18-2013, 10:08 AM
you just dont get points for it XD
That defeats the purpose of CnC. Besides, I'm a new guy~ Not much EXP~ Yet gained a lot of CnC~ Better improve~ Somehow~ Or else I am scre-ewed~

ErrorBlender
07-18-2013, 01:58 PM
The new round names sound awesome. Can't wait to see them. :D

The Organization
07-18-2013, 02:43 PM
Well since round 1 officially ended yesterday, its only a matter of time
I smell a fetch quest

The Strongest
07-18-2013, 04:34 PM
Plot twist: Everyone's powers are randomly swapped around (lost), and the entries are all the same, where they have to go back through and reclaim their powers one by one(finding).

Tantalum
07-18-2013, 06:42 PM
A shame that I couldn't get to vote on all of these this round. Rest assured I've read most of the entries, only that left little time to make constructive comments - just message me or something if you're really that interested in a weightless opinion xP.
Unless another slot for this opens up, I'll gladly be following what's next to come.

Hewitt
07-18-2013, 11:47 PM
A shame that I couldn't get to vote on all of these this round. Rest assured I've read most of the entries, only that left little time to make constructive comments - just message me or something if you're really that interested in a weightless opinion xP.
Unless another slot for this opens up, I'll gladly be following what's next to come.

What is it with the stigma of not commenting on threads around here?

Why? Just cnc it. Think about the people reading the thread, you're not just contributing to the writers but also to-be writers who are lurking in other threads. CNC-ing is vital around here, and keeps writer's spirits up. It is so important that I'm willing to give points for it.

Anyways, just go post in the threads you like to comment on. Nobody's stopping you.

_Ai_
07-19-2013, 12:08 AM
That defeats the purpose of CnC. Besides, I'm a new guy~ Not much EXP~ Yet gained a lot of CnC~ Better improve~ Somehow~ Or else I am scre-ewed~

Do you really CnC for the points only? Well I cant blame you, but most of us CnC because we want to help each other improve their writing.

Loser Brackets huh. Must finish it this time, procrastination is a bitch. As soon as I get the assignment I will try to finish up as quickly as possible.

The Organization
07-19-2013, 12:09 AM
although i procrastinate to do so, i feel a good read and review shouldn't take more than 2 hours, 3 tops including CnC these battles aren't even short stories, the hardest part is finding a chink in the armor, but going with your gut seems to work for me

The Strongest
07-19-2013, 12:31 AM
Mecha-Hewitt, based on your comments on the importance of CnC, I had a thought.

Have you considered making it so that a vote would only count if there were a CnC post accompanying it on the thread? Doing this would encourage CnC even further, I think, than offering points up, while still having enough of a value attached to serve as motivation. I think, anyways.

Hewitt
07-19-2013, 01:25 AM
Mecha-Hewitt, based on your comments on the importance of CnC, I had a thought.

Have you considered making it so that a vote would only count if there were a CnC post accompanying it on the thread? Doing this would encourage CnC even further, I think, than offering points up, while still having enough of a value attached to serve as motivation. I think, anyways.

I encourage cnc but I don't enforce it. Sometimes you just like something because you like it. And there is no need to CnC for that. If we implement your idea not only do we alienate spectators of the tournament, but also those who have been eliminated and lost who feel that they shouldnt vote anymore if they would have to work for it.



Loser Brackets huh. Must finish it this time, procrastination is a bitch. As soon as I get the assignment I will try to finish up as quickly as possible.

You better because I have considered booting you from the Loser's Bracket to save time. Don't join if you're not going to deliver something even remotely complete. At least Anywho had the decency to finish his work on short notice and remind me that he was still alive. I don't care what your habits are but if you're planning on procrastinating again, tell me right now if I should exclude you from the Loser's Bracket so I can give other eager participants your slot.




Anyways, here are the scores for this Round:



Participant

Votes

Points

EB Bonus

Ante Bonus

CNC Bonus

TOTAL





Azure Kite

2

10

20

-

-

30





blakphoenix

10

50

-

-

25

75






Shadowkirby

3

15

20

20

20

75





Chamel

14

70

-

10

35

115






Anywho

3

15

-

-10


5





saintmccaw

7

35

20

10

40

105






Lobotomizer

14

70

-

30

15

115





merich1

1

5

20

-

-

25






The Strongest

11

55

20

20

20

115





_Ai_



-

-5


-5






The Organization

14

70

-

20

40

130





Rochedan



20

-

30

50





ErrorBlender

9

45

20

20

30

115





GamerXD8

5

25

-

10

10

45




Congratulations to the winners! You will move on to the next round! Everyone else (except _Ai_) good job.

The Round 2 Bracket will thus look roughly like this:

Lobotomizer vs blakphoenix
ErrorBlender vs saintmccaw
The Strongest vs The Organization vs Chamel

I say "Roughly" because Round 2 will be a FFA with targets. Stay tuned for that R2 thread!


Finally for Statistical Purposes (or Bragging Rights), here are the Rankings from Highest to Lowest in terms of Points. Note that for ties, I simply omitted the CNC Bonus gained:

1st The Organization

2nd Lobotomizer

3rd The Strongest

4th ErrorBlender
5th Chamel

6 saintmccaw
7 blakphoenix
8 Shadowkirby
9 Rochedan
10 GamerXD8
11 Azure Kite
12 merich1
13 Anywho
14 _Ai_

ErrorBlender
07-19-2013, 01:32 AM
Alright! Let's do our best guys.

Xate
07-19-2013, 01:47 AM
Ahaha. Quite a fair amount of distance, no? Better work hard. The initial distance can be quite a disadvantage. Hm..CnC bonus...Quite a breaker.

The Organization
07-19-2013, 02:01 AM
The Strongest vs The Organization is an amazing title
A free for all seems very interesting
GL everyone

Xate
07-19-2013, 02:27 AM
Haha. The vs The.

blakphoenix
07-19-2013, 02:28 AM
oh goodness...this will be most interesting.

Hewitt
07-19-2013, 02:33 AM
To the Loser's Bracket entrants: I should warn you guys right now...

Since the Loser's Bracket is like a 2nd chance to get back in the game, and a branch of the actual Tournament, it is not in any way...easier. As a New Entrant, you are fighting for your right to get at a champion who had to work twice as long as you did. So almost all the Rounds in the Loser's Bracket are going to be a little...unorthodox if not challenging.

ErrorBlender
07-19-2013, 02:35 AM
The 3-way free-for-all battle seems like the main show in R2, other than the 'THE' battle.

_Ai_
07-19-2013, 02:54 AM
The 3-way free-for-all battle seems like the main show in R2, other than the 'THE' battle.

Certainly looking forward to that match.

And Hewitt, I'll join. I'll definitely join.

The Strongest
07-19-2013, 03:00 AM
I'm looking forward to this.

And the 4-way tie for second place is pretty great, haha.

Completely related. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bty4-TgBV9I)

The Organization
07-19-2013, 03:17 AM
To be honest, I was scared shitless when I lost the Early bird bonus
also have Strongest i prefer Abracadavre to 115 cause that menu theme is stuck in my head

Also I'm already researching Walden >: )

ErrorBlender
07-19-2013, 03:31 AM
I'm looking forward to this.

And the 4-way tie for second place is pretty great, haha.

Completely related. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bty4-TgBV9I)

I just realized that 4 way tie.

Hey saintmccaw, if you have any questions in regards to Bl.An.C. go for it. I will have some on the Saint as well.

The Strongest
07-19-2013, 03:34 AM
The problem with that is, if it's a FFA (even with targets)...you have to research everybody. Or maybe I'm misunderstanding this, and putting off any preparations until tomorrow is unnecessary.

I prefer Abracadvre to 115, as well, but...it's so perfect.

But I've done something...reasonably similar to research already, if casually reading your CS counts as research. I also read your tournament entry, if that counts.

Hewitt
07-19-2013, 05:27 AM
THE LOSER'S BRACKET SIGNUPS ARE UP!!! (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?68791-The-wRHG-Tournament-Discussion-Thread-ROUND-ONE-IS-UP!&p=1039936&viewfull=1#post1039936)

Chamel
07-19-2013, 08:03 AM
"Lobotimizer vs blakphoenix vs Chamel"

...Shit

blakphoenix
07-19-2013, 11:33 AM
Don't fall victim despair Chamel, allow it to drive you to the best of your abilities! I expect Lobotimizer to be in tip top shape as well. After all we can't disappoint since we're in this: "Three-for-All in the Free-for-All Y'all!"

Tantalum
07-19-2013, 12:24 PM
What is it with the stigma of not commenting on threads around here?

Why? Just cnc it. Think about the people reading the thread, you're not just contributing to the writers but also to-be writers who are lurking in other threads. CNC-ing is vital around here, and keeps writer's spirits up. It is so important that I'm willing to give points for it.

Anyways, just go post in the threads you like to comment on. Nobody's stopping you.

Not sure if I was being taken the right way there =S. I wasn't getting points for CnC regardless, I just felt like contributing and didn't entirely have the time to do so (prior to you starting the vote tally, for which I didn't want to make you recount at the last moment).
In any case, I'll post on the ones I did read, eventually - and hopefully after snagging a spot in that loser's bracket x).

BirtDog
07-19-2013, 04:09 PM
All I'm seeing is an easy way to the champion so far >=D

The Strongest
07-19-2013, 04:30 PM
Hrm. 11 votes. I know one of the two cut out was _Ai_'s, but whose was the second one, the one that I had missed? I can't see the names, anymore, and I'm pretty sure I didn't vote for myself by accident.

Chamel
07-19-2013, 05:31 PM
Don't fall victim despair Chamel, allow it to drive you to the best of your abilities! I expect Lobotimizer to be in tip top shape as well. After all we can't disappoint since we're in this: "Three-for-All in the Free-for-All Y'all!"

I guess you're right. If I'm going out, I'm at least going to go down by the hand of Lobotimizer and/or blakphoenix, neither of which will I feel bad if I am defeated. But hey, I can still give it my all right? And I expect nothing less from you either blak!

blakphoenix
07-19-2013, 07:21 PM
Just realized that my name shortened makes for hilarious and slightly racist sounding comments! Sorry that's the Halfrican in me reading things, he's kinda sassy. I'm looking forward to our triple bout as well. :D

Hewitt
07-19-2013, 10:35 PM
lol it seems i have made a mistake.

the real bracket is roughly:

Lobotomizer vs blakphoenix
ErrorBlender vs saintmccaw
The Strongest vs The Organization vs Chamel

I had the brackets mixed up lol.

Also, in the threeway, only one of you will be eliminated. The one with the lowest pts.

Chamel
07-19-2013, 10:37 PM
Oh . . . . .
Shit again

The Organization
07-19-2013, 11:13 PM
lol it seems i have made a mistake.
The Strongest vs The Organization vs Chamel.
Yes, you have.

The Strongest vs The Organization vs The Chamel

Acel has been looking forward to fighting Chance >8 )

Chamel
07-20-2013, 12:05 AM
Whoo, fuckin, hoo XD

I need to start some serious character research...

Xate
07-20-2013, 02:35 AM
;-;
The losers are so close to the bottom~ I should've CnC more.

blakphoenix
07-20-2013, 02:59 AM
well...there went my triple battle fun. Oh well, Lobotomizer prepare to get...heart surgery...I feel I missed the joke...

ErrorBlender
07-20-2013, 03:08 AM
Haha. Good luck to us all. Everyone seems to have a great fight ahead of them. See you all on the FFA battlefield.

The Strongest
07-20-2013, 03:11 AM
I'm going to send you all packing.

Get it? Because Wolfpack, and Walden has a pack of wolves and...yeah. I think I'm done.

EDIT: "Walden" sounds a bit like "Well then." I now have a perfect punny comeback to any pun.

blakphoenix
07-20-2013, 03:27 AM
OMG! The Strongest! LMAO! Where have you been all my life?!

The Organization
07-20-2013, 03:38 AM
I'm going to send you all packing.

Get it? Because Wolfpack, and Walden has a pack of wolves and...yeah. I think I'm done.

EDIT: "Walden" sounds a bit like "Well then." I now have a perfect punny comeback to any pun.
Unless Walden Acel's in his abilities, he won't stand a ghost of a Chance against Cecelia. I can assure Q, you're both in Graves danger.

blakphoenix
07-20-2013, 03:41 AM
The Organization: Everything you did with that post, all the way down to that Luigi signature, brilliant!

ErrorBlender
07-20-2013, 03:46 AM
Nice wordplay there xD.

Xate
07-20-2013, 03:50 AM
...My joke-making skill bows to your wordplay.

_Ai_
07-20-2013, 03:59 AM
All hail The Organization, the god of puns.

Chamel
07-20-2013, 10:06 AM
Unless Walden Acel's in his abilities, he won't stand a ghost of a Chance against Cecelia. I can assure Q, you're both in Graves danger.

That was so funny I forgot to laugh. :I
*laughs* there we go!
I'm still screwed though XD

saintmccaw
07-20-2013, 11:00 PM
Can't wait to get hammered into the ground like the ten hour version of can't touch this.

Hewitt
07-22-2013, 04:45 AM
Work is fucking killing me tonight and last weekend. I'll put up Round 2 tommorow most likely. Sorry for the delay.

ErrorBlender
07-22-2013, 06:22 AM
No worries, Mecha-Hewitt. We're all just brooding since we know our enemies.

Chamel
07-22-2013, 06:43 AM
Gives us more time for research, haha

The Organization
07-22-2013, 09:04 AM
Tommorow as in Monday or Tuesday?