Doc Doctor

FISTFUL OF STEEL (Mr. Rakkan Vs. First-Degree Donny)

@ImportantNobody

Donny completed his turning motion to try and lunge away from the alien as it reached for him, peering over his left shoulder. He'd twist to his left to get off another shot through his overcoat before Rakkan had taken his first step in pursuit, the coat serving to conceal his aim. This shot would fly for the alien's ankle if it tried to move after him, the idea being to blast the lead foot out from under the creature as it shifted its weight forwards so that it'd lose its balance and perhaps face-plant. If it tried catching itself with its hands, it'd find its right forearm exploding as another sneaky bullet was fired. If it made a falling grab for Donny, its hands would be in danger of exploding in quick succession as two rapid rounds were loosed. Oddly enough, it didn't seem like Donny wanted to stay and fight, or even try to get a headshot in. He seemed intent on sprinting through the panicked small crowd of people before him, even though there weren't nearly enough bodies to hide amongst. His features were alight with stark terror.

*But then again, considering the speed of the alien, Donny might not even get that far to begin with. If this were the case, Donny would have only enough time to shoot and disable the creature's right arm (aiming to blast the elbow) before his gun was grabbed. Donny'd wind up having his entire overcoat torn away along with his precious revolver as he continued his retreat. Most of the hitman's arsenal would be laid plain for all to see with his coat gone. Various grenades lined his belt, along with an array of sheaths, holsters, and bountiful other implements of murder and subterfuge.*

*To think, people considered Batman to be a prepared individual. Batman didn't have shit on this. At least there were no more guns.*

-Arenaverse Hub-

@Divinity

The barkeep turned around. He was an alien.



"Uhhmmmm... Well... There are drinks here. That means you can drink. You know. Beer."

Arena Chat Thread

@LeeRoy

Alrighty! I'll set up the thread. Is this arena fine?

Arena- Courtyard


A courtyard used for duels. That's all.

Of course my warrior will be ol' Zande. Note that I've been modifying his profile a lot lately, primarily to nerf him so that he's strictly human tier. He's still fast-footed heavy hitter with a penchant for ground fighting, but I removed all of the parts about him being able to wrestle wild animals, kill men with a single punch, ect.

Zande Khanda

Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 32
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Boxing Reach: 84.5 in
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, weighted serrated knife with ten inch blade, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom, teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, fingerless iron gauntlets, berserker potions.


(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)


(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is not often seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon his cloak.



Physical Abilities/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. His most impressive traits consist of his incredible biting and striking power. He hits as hard as a morally unrestrained heavyweight pro boxer, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping an unhusked coconut in seconds. As he was raised a jungle wildman, he can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness comparable to his native brethren.

Background~ In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo secrets beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land. He's a cannibal and a headhunter, who seeks to further his reputation by collecting the skulls of formidable opponents.


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

Theme Music-

-Arenaverse Hub-

@LeeRoy

Donny had been reclining in his chair, feet propped on the desk as he snored. He groaned awake and rubbed the sleepies from his eyes.

"Hmmm? Oh ayuh, whatevah yah want. Not like thah's business tah staht with anywahs."

Arena Chat Thread

@LeeRoy

I'M READY FOR SHIT FIRST AND KNIGHTS SECOND.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Those watching the cameras were able to see Donny return to the lobby by way of the stairs, leading a small girl with him by the hand. She couldn't have been more than four years old. He went behind the front desk and sat down on the floor, talking with the child. He had left the countless people upstairs to their own devices. How reckless could you get? This was more than a few notches above tempting fate.

Arena Chat Thread

I really need to have some medieval style human tier fights. Come on, I'm dyin' here.

Arena Chat Thread

@LeeRoy

I'd love a human level fistfight. Pick me instead!

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@LokiLeo789Feel free to join either one!

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@Sikako J
@Xandrya@Ciphra@Drifting Pollen @TemplarKnight07

Donny's turn to do his part. He walked past the rear of a Mercedes Benz right before it cruised off with a pair of yuppies and their driver inside. Five seconds later, the grenade he had smoothly slipped into the tailpipe went off. It hadn't even looked like he had touched the vehicle. That was some Criss Angel shit there. He then, just for good measure, turned on his heels and socked an old lady in the jaw. He whipped out his revolver and backed into the hotel, waving the weapon around like a dope as he proclaimed his intent with a fake Scottish accent.

"Oh aye, thus be a hawstage sitchyation! Drop yer' pants an' run iffin her not wantin' tah git shawt! I want three million dollars and a jet! ACH!"

He forced the hotel manager to lock every set of double doors with a key, and herded everyone inside to the top floor. By the time Donny had finished all of his business, virtually every freelancer in the area would have been alerted. Explosions, sirens, police chatter... There must have been hundreds of humans locked inside with Donny, this was the sort of thing that could turn into a national tragedy.