Doc Doctor

Black Mountain Tournament: Nicoli D'Angelo vs Trixi Hex

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I think my curse has struck again... T-T

@Fallenreaper

If I remember correctly, Shiden has some sort of military thing going on. It's what caused him to run out of time last time we fought, I think.

Arena Chat Thread

Even though I'm away right now, stuck to a phone. It's kinda dead as a doorknob in here, I can't help but notice.

Let's try to start a conversation about how every character in the Arena is a dangerous sociopath, because of how immediately they jump to violent solutions unlike real human beings.

@LeeRoy

The very first ranked match I had here ended in a draw because Gonad made friends with his opponent.

Arena Chat Thread

@Rilla
When you get around to it, my Arena Ranking needs a +1 from a Black Tournament win.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Drifting Pollen

Can you go ahead and pair Gigue and Gonad up, if @Vordak is okay with it? I like to keep things hot and moving!

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Drifting Pollen

Tell me as soon as another opponent is available, alright?

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika
King and Gonad would make mighty companions! And I can understand about how easy it is to miss details. I do it all the time.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika

Gonad had known the possibility of getting stabbed existed. That was why he felt it best to soften his opponent up before the suplex. It would be silly to try and pull a wrestling finisher on someone that had a sword near your back, but it was of little concern for a number of reasons. First and foremost were the headbutts. It would not just be a single one that Galliard had to worry about, but a total of four, each one virtually a knockout. Gonad's weapon was his very body, and Guzman was at the full mercy of it. Held in place and with nowhere for the energy to escape but into his skull, the King's brain would have probably been rattled into the night at the first impact, strength draining as the edges of unconsciousness seeped into his vision, black and red dots filling his sight and body feeling like it had become limp, hot jelly. Then three more of the same in short order. Even the ring of healing would be hard pressed to keep up, and without a doubt Galliard did not have seconds left for it to fully heal the damage done by even the first two blows. Of course it had not even been activated during the headbutts in the first place, so pretty much any chance of salvaging the situation was lost. The ring couldn't repair instant death, which a quarter ton suplex at the hands of the Lord of the Rising Sun embodied.
His ordeal wouldn't be a matter of stabbing Gonad in the back so much as it was to futilely stay awake. He probably wouldn't have the sense or strength left to even think about trying a stab.

Even if the Emperor had enough wit and vinegar left to try the stab, driving it into Gonad's back would be nearly impossible without the ability to move his bicep a single inch, and with the incredibly broad torso of the barbarian also cutting off a great deal of maneuverability with which to drive home his blade. Gonad was not just shorter but vastly more stout, built like a chimney. All the leverage that Galliard had would be purely from moving his forearm about the rounded bulk of that densely muscled back, which would be no easy thing to slip a blade through under such circumstances. If he had more time and less Gonad in his face, then things would be different. He'd be able to eventually work his gladius in with favorable circumstances, but these right now were anything but. It would be already awkward to get it past those slabs of firm meat and through the ribs all the way without having the added problem of being on the verge of passing out from multiple concussions. The moment he was out the blade would surely drop from from his hand, and then it would be suplex time.

As for the ice ring against the head, Gonad had not at all intended for Galliard to have his left arm free. He'd have bear hugged it to his opponent's side during the chest bump.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika

To some warriors, a fight could be a blur of emotion, over before they knew it. Gonad saw things as they happened though, in perfect clarity. He was a watcher. That single eye burned steady and calm. By moving even closer to the mythical grappler, King Galliard would have all but signed his death warrant. Gonad let go of the shield. He stopped grabbing for the sword arm. He let the Emperor enter his embrace. There was no unbalancing this grandmaster of close combat, his center of gravity was absolute. The barbarian's arms moved like twin serpents of lightning, the right surging to lock the shield arm against the body in a bear hug and the left set to loop over the sword arm to inescapably trap it in Gonad's armpit.

Gonad was no perfect fighter, he had flaws to be sure. This was his territory though, the sphere of the wrestler. He knew exactly what to do, his body knew what to do. He had no need to think about how to handle such a situation, one that was likely far less common for Galliard, even if he did often tangle with rough Northerners back home. Every day of his life Gonad had devoted to his art. All in all, the point would be a simple one. The King's chances of keeping up in this situation would be like a fencer that had taken several BJJ classes trying to wrestle a professional mixed martial artist in the octagon.

A split second after they bumped chests, Gonad would have another bump prepared for his friend. A headbutt, done proper. It was like a sudden sneeze, his head snapping forwards with outrageous ferocity. It was virtually unpredictable, at near point blank with little wind up. If all went accordingly, the unyielding forehead would thunder into Guzman's face with more than enough pepper to put out the lights, sinking him into the unthinking oblivion of unconsciousness. Even if it landed, Gonad would immediately launch three more just to make sure.

Perhaps the fire ring would stop a normal man in his tracks, even kill him. It would be no instant death for the berserker. Were he to be set alight, and were his opponent rendered fully lost in dreamland, then Gonad would complete the finale with a massive flaming belly to belly suplex, his lone eye a narrowed ember of demonic wrath, body arching steeply backwards whilst on the tips of his toes to fatally smash Galliard's cranium into the ground so hard that when next he was revived, it would be with a reflexive gasp of shock.

Black Mountain Tourney: Guzman vs Gonad

@DJAtomika

Gonad's skill had layers. Beneath each coverlet of lethality was another obstacle, another trap obscured by the rushing smoke. He could have grabbed for a place higher on Galliard's arm, for the forearm or the wrist, but Gonad knew below the elbow was best. He had enjoyed years of practice manhandling enemies with those catchers mitt-sized hands, and knew well the mechanics of the human body. Motion was always slowest, most predictable at the point of origin. That way if an opponent tried to shift a limb, one could still adjust to grab it by reaching just a little ways more towards, say, the bicep. That part was rooted to the shoulder, its range of movement was far more limited. Gonad wouldn't have launched his destructive knee unless he had succeeded in securing his opponent, to prevent them from moving away or defending. Why attempt an attack that was not guaranteed? Gonad relied not on luck or chance. When he struck, it was with the certainty that whatever was on the receiving end would be in for a very, very bad day. He would keep the power in check for a wee bit longer. Just long enough to drop the aim of his grab to seize upon the Emperor's bicep as he tried to move his arm away.

The fingers were penetrating and powerful, capable of badly bruising whatever flesh and muscle they caught. Forget catchers mitts, they were bear traps. Gonad would pace neatly with the King were he to try and retreat. Taking a step back was giving ground, the beginning of the end where Gonad was concerned. Sometimes foes even tried running backwards when confronted with the bestial warrior, but it was more natural to advance and he had no trouble giving pursuit. Were the bicep to be grabbed and the slash momentarily stopped, then Gonad would slide his left leg backwards before releasing the monstrous knee he had been keeping under wraps. Frost had settled on his body hair, two thin trickles of blood just now making their way down from his chest. The ice magic was nasty stuff, but plenty more would be required before the hulking berserker was damaged enough to relinquish his onslaught.

Black Mountain Tournament: Iolanthe vs Sigurd

Ask someone to ask me to go somewhere else!? Sweet Momma! I had better go do that, lest the consequences give me nightmares.