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Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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Ruby succeeded in getting Shashous-Throth in a headlock, but it would be an awkward one. It was huge, slippery, and very cunning. No monster could have survived so long through strength alone. It took wiles. It could have kept its tail wrapped about her leg, but it didn't. It could have drawn back its tail, but it hadn't done that either. The strong tail had been kept free and available so that it could slither up to entwine itself about Ruby's sword arm as she tried to swing. If this came to pass, then a second later the Magna Pater would reach forth to plant its long, hideous left paw upon the woman's chest to pin her torso in place, with the other limb creaking quickly out and grasping for the girl's free arm to keep her from taking up another weapon. It desired to restrict her entirely, that it may release her likely mangled leg and begin forcing its way further in with the unrelenting persistance of a rogue bear, misty red fumes puffing out of its slavering maw and warming Ruby's stomach. A decidedly un-animalistic sound would reverberate from within its heaving frame. A throaty, bubbling laugh that was almost like a maniacal sobbing. Its eyes, both wretchedly stupid and smart at the same time, gleamed with dull sadism. It intended to eat out the assassin's guts whilst she still lived.
@ImportantNobodyAm I of sufficient rank for the tournament?
Tanya was a tricky one, and had a level of foresight that would put most tacticians to shame. But there was a miscalculation, one that might have been easily overlooked in the heat of battle. Hot Steppa had a sibling which occupied Zande's other hand, and it wasn't just there for looks. Tanya would be within reach of her knife, but before she could grasp it or channel her magic into the weapon she may suddenly see what appeared to be a guillotine crash down and sever her arm at the elbow, the large blade cracking the tiles beneath. Jancro. It was a sudden potshot that Zande combined with the downwards momentum of his initial swing. Few mortals could keep up with the headhunter in speed when he was jacked-up, but even fewer could match his reflexes. Of course he had no idea that she could kill him in one hit, or that she could fire more razors from the knife. He'd have little idea that a split second could cost him his life. He had merely seen what he believed to be a last ditch effort to try and give him a spiteful stab. As for Hot Steppa, perhaps the wings could prevent it from cleaving through her shoulder blade and into the heart, along with how the sudden throwing of Jancro would have modestly reduced the amount of muscle Zande was able to put into the hit, but with the Wildman's entire weight behind the strike it might still very possibly go through the scapula and sever the subclavian artery, making her bleed out as she fainted. A bullet to the shoulder in the movies was nonlethal. In the real world it was just as deadly as a shot to the carotid.

(Edit: Just to make it clear, he threw Jancro)
Gonad surveyed the battle, nodding sagely to himself. He then took out a crack pipe and began smoking it. He didn't smoke often, if at all, but these were the days of high adventure. He wandered on over to a stack of kest corpses and began urinating. All this work irritated the bladder. Gonad started off on a hardy barbarian song, encouraging everyone to sing-a-long as he pissed.

"BWAH! Potent be Sky Yak, with udder of much moistness! Much milk does such give!
But silly it be to live off of milk, for not such a life does Gonad wish to live!

Better it be, to grow strong with blood! Much blood from enemy's veins!
GRUH! Then can there be many mighty infants, so many that it rains!

Good be blood for fertility! Good be blood for skin!
The only warriors that not like blood, have only lust for men!

HRAH! Do not doubt words of Gonad, for full of truth they be!
Last warrior that doubt truth of Gonad, no longer can he pee!

BWAAAAAHOOOOOO-HRAH!

BWAAAHOOOOOOO-HRAH!"


Now did the time arrive for the others to sing the repeat chorus.
Zande, oddly enough, had seen something like that before. Not the ink magic, but the way she positioned herself. It was what an earth mage did before a stalagmite went straight up your asshole, or quicksand sucked you down. Point is that something was being channeled into the ground, and remaining there would suck most royally. Zande was a lunatic, not a fool. He'd make a great leap over straight over the spreading pattern of ink with the speed of a startled cat. His left axe would thunder down with such apocalyptic vehemence that the strike might damn near hack the woman into two pieces, from the left clavicle down past the chest cavity.
@CruallassarGo ahead, any progress is good progress.
@heroofhyrule50That's the idea!
The monster held up its left wing to block the bone, membrane glistening with slime. With its other wing it would obscure Ruby's view of the rest of its body, so that she would be unable to see its long tail burrowing into the bones and snaking through them to get beneath her feet as she rushed in. The tail would surge upwards, seeking to wrap about her right ankle and jerk it out from under her to make her crash to the ground. If this occurred, then it would release her with its tail as it began clawing its way across the bones, moving as quickly as a spider does across a web. It would be upon the fallen Ruby in mere moments, the silent horror trying to clamp its rancid jaws upon her left leg before she could get up or scuttle backwards.
@OtomostheCrazySounds like a plan.
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