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Arena Chat Thread

@MelonHead

Hey, maybe it's just me then. I do love high risk/high reward. I'd imagine that it is possible to go either way depending on how confident one player is on their ability to get a fast kill.

Typically though, I see folks playing up high tiers to be extra durable, hence longer fights. Clock a man in the jaw real good and he goes down. Watch two superheroes have an exchange, they shrug it off with perhaps but a moderate bruise to show.

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@Liaison

From my experience, low tier fights usually conclude much more quickly than high tier ones. When you have two human blokes with chainsaws, someone is bound to die very quickly.

There are so many more creative factors in higher tier matches, and to me it becomes less about raw competitive skill, and more about just having a fucking ball throwing around the craziest shit you can think of. Really letting loose, if you catch my drift. Yes, there are always strategic elements and exceptions... But on the whole, high tier matches are a riot. You don't usually have to worry about being one-shotted.

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Auz sprang to his feet at about the same time Xavier did. He eyed the bloody hand, the crimson rod, then darted a look at his breastplate. Gears turned, pieces fell into place.

And, matching Xavier's smirk with a sardonic grin of his own, Aux neatly took a sharp step to his right, angling his left flank towards Xavier in order to preemptively evade what he guessed would be a piston of deadly blood shooting up from the spot he had just been standing in.

Or perhaps there was no secret attack. Auz might have just miscalculated his opponent's abilities. It never hurt to be paranoid though. If Xavier couldn't burrow through the ground with his blood, then it'd just look like Auz had assumed a curt side stance, left hand grabbing the midblade of his sword which was held up over his head. The point was levelled in Xavier's direction.


(The chap on the left's stance.)

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Auz bent his knees at the ready, only to gasp when his opponent shot forwards with more speed than he had seen anyone move with before. Auz had only a few seconds to contemplate a course of action. In those scant moments, he pieced together a few things.

The faster something moves, the harder it is for it to slow down. His opponent was bipedal and not as well armored, at least at first glance. Auz waited until Xavier was one bound away from attacking before he put those factors to use. He threw himself down into a tuck and roll to barrel into the rushing enemy's legs mid-stride (so that his upper back would impact Xavier's knees), releasing his left handed grip on his sword in order to raise his buckler up to guard against any attacks that might be aimed at his head and crossing his right arm over his midsection to keep his sword more or less out of the way. Auz's chin would be ducked behind the crook of his left shoulder, effectively insulating him from being knocked out by a miraculously timed knee or kick, by way of making it harder for his brain to be rocked. Not likely, but one doesn't get very far without being prepared. Auz was daring, not stupid.

The crazy counter Auz had launched might damage Xavier's legs and, probably moreso, send him tumbling head over heels like a runaway pinwheel if it worked well.

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

"Going to be having your period?"

Auz swung his sword back and forth a few times, warming up. He already had his helm on his head and the buckler strapped to his forearm. He then frowned, eyes flicking down to his breastplate; there was a dented in puncture mark where the dagger had struck. Odd. He'd never seen blood do that before.

"Besides, I hardly think the day will be out before we're done. You will be, though."

Auz dipped his sword low, point six inches from the ground, gripping the hilt in both hands almost like how one holds a golf club. His left arm was bent at the elbow though, instead of straightened out. He widened his stance, left foot forwards, and having readied himself, rolled his neck to an accompaniment of cracking joints.

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@Shoryu Magami@MelonHead

Whoah, hey now. Let's not get too feisty. I'm sure Shory didn't have any ill intent behind his words. Doubtless he knows that whilst most of us here are understanding, it's impossible to please everyone and sooner or later he'd come across a player that'd irk him.

Nonetheless, I can see how you'd find Shory's statement insulting, Melon. It's good that you fight to preserve the dignity of our abode, after all, somebody's gotta do it. Perhaps Shory meant it, or perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. Regardless, let's throw that shit into the wind and hug it out.



*Flicks on lighter and gently waves it back and forth*

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Auz wasn't exactly the most cautious of warriors. Being able to return from the dead can have that effect on you. The blood knife splatted against Auz's chestplate.

Auz blinked in surprise, and swept a finger over the blood. He'd give it a sniff. Then a little taste. With a retch he leaned over and spat it out, panting. After a few moments of struggling not to throw up, Auz finally gave his attention to the newcomer. He stood up, tapping his sword against a plated boot.

"You threw blood on me. Actual blood. I hope to God you don't have diabetes or something. Do you at all realise how disgusting that is? I mean, who throws blood at people? Seriously?"

Travelers Beware! The mountains are ruled by no king!

@ELGainsborough

(As it turns out, Auz is one of the more difficult characters to write a long intro about. Nothing fancy about him to pad up posts with. So, here you go!)

Auz sat in the grass, reading a pornographic book. Laid out before him was his sword. What was going on? Who knows. Sometimes a man just has to pop a squat and look at some medieval boobies.

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

@SmileyJaws

Xil Gil released the informant and slowly rose up to face the newcomer. He held out both hands before himself to show he was unarmed.

"Oh, you've got me. I should ask though, before you shoot me, who do you work for? Out of simple curiosity, you understand."

The British chap seemed perhaps a little too eager to give up and die. Was he trying to trick Andreas into giving out information? Did he know something Andreas didn't? Quite simply, yes. Yes he did. For the most part, Xil Gil was bullet resistant. The metal composite muscles in his body powered his hands, and his bones were reinforced to withstand the pressures exerted. Hundreds of years ago, they had titanium alloys. Nowadays titanium was a low-market, substandard metal. The prime warriors of the age wore battle suits that were composed of cutting edge alloys the likes of which could made scientists from the turn of the century green with envy. Naturally there existed weapons which could match these armors, tools of piercing destruction made to combat such defenses. Guns were deemed inefficient out here in civilization, noisy and messy. Hence the talents of Xil Gil. What need had one for a laser rifle when one could walk up to a cutting edge cybersoldier on the street or in a nightclub, grab them by the gullet as they start to ask who the hell you are, and rotate their reinforced cervical vertebrae on its axis so that the last sight their eyes comprehend is the disbelieving faces of those who just witnessed a man getting his neck wrung like a pigeon.

But bullet resistant isn't the same as bulletproof. Everything has its weaknesses. Xil Gil's protection only extended as far as what his muscles and bones covered, hence any part of his body with no muscle was vulnerable. The base of the throat, the eyes, the center of the solar plexus, ect. But, that was only in theory. Putting theory into practice is a different story. It takes an expert to maintain confidence and a steady hand when the one coming after you happens to be a killer cyborg whose specialty is slowly grinding people into pulp with his bare hands.

And yet... Xil Gil looked to be rather clumsy, and perhaps a little dimwitted. A perfect killer only exists in fiction. Chances are that even in a bad scenario, one could easily survive so doofy a henchman.

ALL HOPE IS GONE (Xavier Vs. Auz)

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Auz sat on a stump, polishing his sword. He was waiting for someone. A month prior, he had heard rumors of a supernatural warrior that frequented these parts. How does one get the attention of so rare and fearsome an opponent? Easy. Spread shitty rumors about their mother, and openly declare, in every tavern and pub, precisely what you'll do with their dismembered corpse. With power comes pride. Auz had little doubt the bastard would come and find him.