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Rilla SuperNova Generation / President of the Arena

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Heat of the Mountain


Along a stretch of mountain, a magma mage raged - his magical fire igniting portions of the mountain in flames. No longer does he live, but his fire still burns. Rocks threaten to fall loose, and some burrows remain from small cryptids known as rock moles. Where they go, no one knows, but prolonged stay down there means a threat of intense trapped heat.
19 May 2017 21:13 19 May 2017 21:16
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"Oof!"
Having leaped first into the teleporter, the mouse found himself falling flat on his face upon arrival, spine curling up against the wall of the cylinder.
He stood himself up fast, bouncing out of the tube and looking around.

Well, this was a cheery-looking place.
He'd sort of assumed he'd be arriving in the arena, or another just like it, which the lobby's window had been facing.

The mouse scratched his chin, watching as what appeared to be distant volcanoes spit lava and smoke into the air.
As his tail wound about him, he noted that the rocky ground was pocketed with a variety of holes, but he had no time to go exploring: there was a fight to be won here!

But where was his opponent?
Surely he hadn't been disqualified so soon?
He could see the teleporter on the opposite end of the stony barrens.

Hopping high into the air, the mouse cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, loud as he could: "HEY, RINDHEART!
COME ON OUT!"
21 May 2017 15:58
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Eklispe SSP

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Rindheart stepped into the portal and came out into what could most easily be described as a hellish landscape. Raging fire, cracked and jagged rocks, reaching out with his earth magic he felt the ground beneath wasn't much better in terms of consistency. At least he could avoid stepping onto anything liable to collapse and send him crashing downwards. More importantly however... Rindheart peered forward upon hearing a fearsome yell for him, at first unable to see anything. However upon closer inspection as he made his way forward he could determine that there was a small rat in front of him. Given that rats were likely not native to this region and there was nothing one could only assume this was the creature that had called for him and was his competition.

Rindheart raised a skeptical eyebrow and approached until he was about 10 of his own footsteps away from the creature. "Are you named Pumpkin?" He asked cautiously and somewhat incredously. He was to fight a rat? Well he might not be the most impressive combatant but this was surely was an insult of some sort. Though the mouse being here alone spoke of a hidden nature, obviously there was something that deemed it worthy to participate in this tournament. Likely a shape shifter, certainly it must have access to some sort of formidable magic to make up for its size.
21 May 2017 19:15 21 May 2017 19:21
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As the mouse fell back to the hard ground, he saw a flash of light, and soon after someone was stepping out from the cylinder.
His tail flicked expectantly as he waited for the stranger to take heed and come his way.

It was another of those giants, perhaps even one he'd only glanced over upon his arrival into the challengers' lobby.
He was a rather old-looking human, but all the equipment he was carrying already spoke of his strength.
The mouse excitedly began rubbing his hands together.

When the man stopped but a couple meters away, the mouse's head tilted back to take in the stranger's full size.
He had the faint suspicion that he might end up having to fight several of these guys, so he better get used to their stature now.

A nod and a friendly wave was given as the question was offered to him, the mouse speaking up with a cheery, "Sure am!
You must be Rindheart."
He lashed his tail backwards, already taking up a relaxed fighting stance; rising onto two legs and spreading them apart somewhat, he held up his arms at an easy distance from his body.
If one looked hard enough at his small form, it could even be recognizable as the typical stance a kickboxer might take.

"Promise I won't go easy!
Good luck to ya!"
After giving the man a chance to respond and prepare himself, the mouse would immediately bounce up towards his opponent's face, kicking out with one of his feet.
Should the foot connect, it would give out a force equal to that of the average human fighter, enough to at least knock the man back, assuming he didn't possess an exceptionally sturdy defense.

He wasn't one to just sit around waiting to observe his opponents, after all; always best to get right on it: kick 'em fast and punch 'em hard!
22 May 2017 4:17
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Eklispe SSP

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So that was how it was. The rat immediately took up a fighting stance and Rindheart got a good grip, metaphorically speaking on the ground around himself, ready to react to whatever the rat did. As soon as the rat leapt into the air Rindheart took a step back and swept upwards with both hands, with the combined diameter of about two large plates, section of rock about a hand tall rocketed out of the ground, with a hollow in the center. The makeshift cup of rock would attempt to swallow up the small rat, giving him just under two seconds to think of something, and once it did so Rindheart would close off the top of it and move forward to clasp it between his hands.
22 May 2017 19:41
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With the man looking prepared, the mouse shot towards him, swiftly swinging his leg around in the process so that his body would accelerate into an angled spin.
The stranger would begin to take a step back, but, against the mouse's own speed, it would hardly be enough:

In less than a blink the mouse was gone, and within the second he would be before the man's face; before the man's toes would even have the chance to connect with the floor, much less swing the cup-shaped rock his way, in an instant the mouse's own foot would be connecting with his schnoz, offering up that aforementioned human kick, more than six hundred and eighty kilograms of force.

At such a distance of ten human footsteps, and so low a weight as twenty-four grams, the mouse had to be moving so fast that even a small burst of sound could be heard the second he lifted off, and in a split second it would be accompanied by the crack of a martial artist's spinning back kick to the nose.
Not only that, but his body temperature would rise so suddenly, that he would be forced to expel it into his trademark flames; at the same time his foot would connect, the air around his body would burst out into what could be termed an explosion, flames flaring out and turning him into a veritable living wheel of fire, while a force equal to that of a boxer's punch slammed his opponent's face head-on.

If his foot did connect, his other foot would immediately kick out as well, offering up a second kick to the nose that would be aimed to hit at the same time as the burning explosion from his body would punch out, adding to the overall force for what could equate, in the end, to one as powerful as the very first kick; both of these simultaneous moves would additionally propel him backwards, hopefully well out of the way of any close-quarters counter-attack.
As this would be done, the flames already around his body would spread outwards as the heat produced from such an extreme attack was dispelled, possibly burning his opponent's face in the process, had the man not been knocked out of the way, or the initial explosion having done so already.

If all went well, the mouse would gracefully land back where he'd originally been standing, and it would be almost as though he hadn't moved at all, with only the thunderous boom, a flash of cracking light, and his foe's reaction visible to the average naked eye.
The mouse would offer up a flourish and a grin to whatever audience may, in fact, be watching their duel, although his ears and eyes would not leave the ring, remaining on high alert for any retaliation that was sure to come.
23 May 2017 14:02
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The rat was fast, alarmingly so, causing Rindheart to do the natural thing and fall back from the blur of movement heading towards his face, a movement he'd already started. This caused the kick aimed at his face to simply not connect, though the cup of earth would rise into the air missing as well. However Rindheart was already planning his next move, as he fell towards the ground he used his right hand to point at the ground where the rat would land, splaying his fingers open, the pocketed rock beneath the rat opening as well. The opening wasn't very deep, merely a foot or so and not much more than his hands-width wide. However at the same time Rindheart moved his left hand and the cup of earth that had passed by the rat now come hurtling down onto where the rat would land. The rat was fast, but shouldn't be able to change his landing position easily nor the speed at which he arrived at it, if all went according to plan the rat was about to become a sandwhich.
23 May 2017 21:40 28 May 2017 2:09
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With his blazing movements somehow not connecting in the least, the mouse was unable to use the second kick-off he'd planned to immediately bounce back.
Unable to change his midair momentum, his small body simply soared overhead, the erupting flash dimming behind him as, gradually, his speed slowed, and his body flickered back into visibility.
As this occurred, his toes touched down, and just as quickly as the ground sunk beneath him, he was bouncing to allow some distance between them (around six or so meters), before skidding and whirling around.

While he did this, he managed to catch just the briefest of glimpses of a small rock slamming down into the earth quite some distance behind him.
The mouse whipped his tail around, not yet realizing that it was the man before him controlling the earth.

"Come on, guy, stand up!" the mouse called, cupping his hands around his mouth.
He didn't intend to attack a man while he was down, or the back of his head turned to him.
Well...not in the first round, anyhow -- it just wasn't good sportsmanship.
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