Why is it that everyone's misunderstanding Hazan's words. XD
He was merely mentioning them, not suggesting they hire them. D:
He was merely mentioning them, not suggesting they hire them. D:
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
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I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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Forum: Arena Roleplay
So now that we have all four fighters, will an introduction post be next?
Well I didn't make any subsequent attacks after that so make of that what you will.
And I'm panicking because you're way strong and I'm feeling more and more like I bit off more than I can chew.
Doesn't mean I give up. You're just dealing with a really scared player.
And I'm panicking because you're way strong and I'm feeling more and more like I bit off more than I can chew.
Doesn't mean I give up. You're just dealing with a really scared player.
Holy crap that looks cool and is cool. Sweet!
Daniel saw the monk move as his fist flew. His icy punch impacted the monk's shoulder, obviously, and he felt his ice splinter and crack against his defenses. He drew his arm back and shook ice crystals from his fist.
Clever.
The monk said something about boxing being a crude style and he was actually inclined to agree, had the monk not then reared his body backwards with his right elbow extended. A blow easy enough to avoid, Daniel simply leaned backward and let the elbow sail right by his face with no issue.
The monk recovered from that quickly enough and he used his momentum to twist around on his right foot, spinning counterclockwise as his left leg shot up in what should be a backwards kick.
Daniel took a step back and waited in that split-second moment. The monk pivoted swiftly on his right foot, all pretense of defense gone, and swung around, his left leg chopping downward through the air as it swang a wide arc around him.
He gripped his sword tighter. That was his moment.
As the monk's kick reached its zenith, he angled his right arm into a right angle, sword gripped tightly. People in spinning kicks were stationary targets. He took a step forward, reared his arm back and, just as the monk's kick swung downward, he thrusted his arm forward in a stab, jabbing his sword right at the monk's gut.
Unless he was also made of elastic, this wasn't easily dodgeable.
Clever.
The monk said something about boxing being a crude style and he was actually inclined to agree, had the monk not then reared his body backwards with his right elbow extended. A blow easy enough to avoid, Daniel simply leaned backward and let the elbow sail right by his face with no issue.
The monk recovered from that quickly enough and he used his momentum to twist around on his right foot, spinning counterclockwise as his left leg shot up in what should be a backwards kick.
Daniel took a step back and waited in that split-second moment. The monk pivoted swiftly on his right foot, all pretense of defense gone, and swung around, his left leg chopping downward through the air as it swang a wide arc around him.
He gripped his sword tighter. That was his moment.
As the monk's kick reached its zenith, he angled his right arm into a right angle, sword gripped tightly. People in spinning kicks were stationary targets. He took a step forward, reared his arm back and, just as the monk's kick swung downward, he thrusted his arm forward in a stab, jabbing his sword right at the monk's gut.
Unless he was also made of elastic, this wasn't easily dodgeable.
I'm totally against betting points. The ranks are supposed to show the participants' skill in textual combat, which includes a variety of things - from knowledge of combat to analysis of your opponents strategy to forming one of your own - and allowing to bet points will skew the results, as a lucky bet based on simply the reputation of a fighter, and not an independent evaluation of their skill, could bring one higher up into the ranks than they have earned.
Betting anything else? Fine by me, that could actually be pretty fun.
Unless another point system solely for betting is introduced, which doesn't impact the ranking system in any way.
Points for fights, and points for betting. One to show how skilled one is, the other to show how lucky or unlucky one is.
Well I'm panicking mostly, and trying to win.
This is probably the inherent problem in fighting you, Skall. It's just plumb scary. You somehow have fun utterly crushing someone beyond recovery.
This is probably the inherent problem in fighting you, Skall. It's just plumb scary. You somehow have fun utterly crushing someone beyond recovery.
The sly bugger dodged his air blades. Not surprising.
As he wheeled around for the roundhouse, he saw An dart to his left and immediately stop, rolling and standing up quickly mere feet away from him. He couldn't stop the roundhouse so that went, and he immediately put his foot down.
Then the mega increased gravity hit him and he sank instantly to a knee, his hand slapping the floor, preventing him from going straight down. All around he could see the same thing happening to the other patrons. Their panicked screams filled the room.
That's when Johnny realised that his opponent was manipulating weight, he was manipulating gravity.
Sly bugger indeed.
A power like that required concentration, though he was sure that a fighter of his calibre could enact the gravity changes flawlessly without so much as a thought. He needed to get his proper speed back by restoring the gravity in here.
Compensation was key.
An lowered down into a crouch, coiling his legs in preparation for a strike. Johnny wouldn't let him.
He turned a little so An held the center of his view. With his strength, he pushed himself into a stand and reared out his right leg in a straight kick, his heel lashing out at the young man. The bubble of compressed air created there took the momentum of his kick and sped off like a shot, its acceleration way faster than the blades he created. This was an air bullet in all senses of the word; a small, powerful projectile of compressed air that flew at speeds equalling that of sound itself, and hit with the force of a medium-calibre bullet. His fastest projectile attack and, in such a tight space, the hardest to dodge.
Without giving him time to think, he hopped on his left foot and twisted swiftly to the right, bringing his legs upward to his chest again as he landed and stamped again, bringing another double Beat onto the ground to make it shake violently. This close, An would feel the ground shift at least a foot or two into the air and down, an extremely severe earthquake the closer he got to his impact point.
And then, without even waiting for the ground to subside, like he had previously, he twisted round to the left, crouched low and reached out with his left hand, planting it firm onto the shaking, shifting ground, a move he'd practiced as he'd learned to keep his balance during his own moves. He gathered a ball of air beneath his left heel as his body swung around and An came into view again. Then, he made the air pocket explode, rocketing him forward at twice the speed he normally achieved, his hand providing leverage as he shot forward. He brought his right knee up and forward, coating the front of his lower leg with a sheath of compressed air.
The increased gravity kept him low, just the way he wanted it. His flying knee strike was aimed square at An's torso, now that he was crouched. His impact time came in seconds from his burst of speed.
If anything hit his shin, the sheath of compressed air would explode forward, imparting the force of a shotgun blast in that general direction.
His left leg was drawn in close to his body, knee curled up slightly against his chest, as were his hands and arms. If that fighter chose to make a move, he'd be ready.
As he wheeled around for the roundhouse, he saw An dart to his left and immediately stop, rolling and standing up quickly mere feet away from him. He couldn't stop the roundhouse so that went, and he immediately put his foot down.
Then the mega increased gravity hit him and he sank instantly to a knee, his hand slapping the floor, preventing him from going straight down. All around he could see the same thing happening to the other patrons. Their panicked screams filled the room.
That's when Johnny realised that his opponent was manipulating weight, he was manipulating gravity.
Sly bugger indeed.
A power like that required concentration, though he was sure that a fighter of his calibre could enact the gravity changes flawlessly without so much as a thought. He needed to get his proper speed back by restoring the gravity in here.
Compensation was key.
An lowered down into a crouch, coiling his legs in preparation for a strike. Johnny wouldn't let him.
He turned a little so An held the center of his view. With his strength, he pushed himself into a stand and reared out his right leg in a straight kick, his heel lashing out at the young man. The bubble of compressed air created there took the momentum of his kick and sped off like a shot, its acceleration way faster than the blades he created. This was an air bullet in all senses of the word; a small, powerful projectile of compressed air that flew at speeds equalling that of sound itself, and hit with the force of a medium-calibre bullet. His fastest projectile attack and, in such a tight space, the hardest to dodge.
Without giving him time to think, he hopped on his left foot and twisted swiftly to the right, bringing his legs upward to his chest again as he landed and stamped again, bringing another double Beat onto the ground to make it shake violently. This close, An would feel the ground shift at least a foot or two into the air and down, an extremely severe earthquake the closer he got to his impact point.
And then, without even waiting for the ground to subside, like he had previously, he twisted round to the left, crouched low and reached out with his left hand, planting it firm onto the shaking, shifting ground, a move he'd practiced as he'd learned to keep his balance during his own moves. He gathered a ball of air beneath his left heel as his body swung around and An came into view again. Then, he made the air pocket explode, rocketing him forward at twice the speed he normally achieved, his hand providing leverage as he shot forward. He brought his right knee up and forward, coating the front of his lower leg with a sheath of compressed air.
The increased gravity kept him low, just the way he wanted it. His flying knee strike was aimed square at An's torso, now that he was crouched. His impact time came in seconds from his burst of speed.
If anything hit his shin, the sheath of compressed air would explode forward, imparting the force of a shotgun blast in that general direction.
His left leg was drawn in close to his body, knee curled up slightly against his chest, as were his hands and arms. If that fighter chose to make a move, he'd be ready.
@Skallagrim Shit did not know that, Skall.
Much better, thanks! Will get response up today.
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