Doc Doctor

Take This L ;]

Whelp, here's hoping you find what you're after. Personally, I don't like having to write more or less than I feel like writing. When a post looks complete to me, it's complete to me. Sometimes on the odd occasion I'll even add pictures or references like a pleb.
I did learn that you know Indie, I'm currently fighting him right now. Maybe you two dudes could try to collaborate and whip up a good draw!

Take This L ;]

Tbh the Arena's been mostly dead as of late. Four hours is nothing, it can take days. Just another reason why some folks, including me, have been mucking about elsewhere. Now and then you get a hit, but eeehhhh... I wouldn't count on it. If I were you I'd flat out ask some of the mentioned people if they want to fight. I'd recommend Pollen first and foremost, though I haven't seen her in a while.

Take This L ;]

Diddly Do

@Hokum

-After searching the dead guards for anything of interest, Donny patiently ejected the spent casings from his revolver and reloaded both guns as Pycin spoke to him. After the Grand Minister finished speaking Donny teleported back down the hall, stopped by the door the guards had come through, and fired his new quantum rifle at it to see if it'd make a hole. He'd do so at an oblique angle just in case, for some science reason, the energy bounced off. He doubted it would, that'd a huge deterrent for the guards to use their own weapons, but if Donny had learned anything over the course of his career it was that there is always a good reason to expect the worst.-

"Whah certainly, mistah Pycin. Ah've got some free tahm on mah hands."

-Regardless of the result, he'd also check out the other functions of the device. Could it access some form of Quatis internet, did it have confidential information files, a blueprint of the ship maybe? He wanted to learn as much as he could. Hell, if it did have internet he'd immediately Wiki GM Pycin.-

Adrenalize Me - Aries Vs. Donny

@Indie Deme

-Donny didn't try to counter. Instead he only defended, methodically swaying back just out of range of the first jab and pawing the second off course to the right of his head with with his left hand, and when the kick came, he'd neatly hop back a pace onto his rear right leg, hiking his left knee up so that Aries would instead painfully bang the metatarsals in his foot against Donny's raised heel as it hooked up. The killer was patient, still tranquil, studying Aries with dull eyes.-

"Name's Charlie."

Adrenalize Me - Aries Vs. Donny

@Indie Deme

-He emerged from the shadows of the corridor like a deep sea creature, entering the arena at a deliberately slow gait. The man was of a slightly smaller stature than Aries, and none too pretty to boot. His body was devoid of hair aside from what was on his head. He had ginger hair slicked roughly back and a curt mustache adorning his lip, nothing more. Furthermore, he had a dad bod. No chisled abs, his limbs adequately beefy but none too telling about his level of physical fitness. It could be assumed that he was strong under that layer of unflattering baby fat, a stern, practical strength achieved from a long stint in the military aided by habitual upkeep. The red striped dolphin shorts didn't help matters. What he did have in aces, were tattoos. On his left bicep, a fanged skull topped with a green beret overlaying crossed arrows, a dagger thrust up through the jaw. A trio of lightning bolts cut through the hilt of the dagger, and looming out of an eye socket was a black viper, venom dripping from exposed fangs. Below the skull, there was a crossed out motto with a newer one tattooed right below it.-

DE OPPRESSO LIBER
WAR ENDURES

-Taking up the expanse of his stomach and torso was an angel of death, robed in gray tatters with a gaunt skull peering out from a ratty hood. Vast black feathered wings arched above it, the tips meeting at the base of Donny's neck.
The last notable tattoo covered the entirety of his back. It portrayed a crimson sunset over a sprawling prairie landscape. The sun was a bleeding skull, the blood from its sockets, septum, and gaping maw oozing over shadowy mountains and setting the grass aflame. In the midst of it all, a pitch black rider sat upon an equally black horse, blue prairie fire writhing about its hooves and snout. The rider's face was a pale smudge with glistening shark's eyes and a wide-brimmed hat. A bundle of scalps were tied at his belt, the dark, dried skin rusted with caramelized blood. Draped across Donny's shoulder blades over the scene was another motto, this one in English, not Latin.-

THE NIGHT DOES NOT END

-He too paced a lazy five yards into the arena before assuming his stance. Feet spaced to the width of his shoulders, left foot leading, back straight and knees slightly bent. His left side was favored towards Aries, and when he raised his fists, he kept them up past the level of his jawline, elbows close to his body. He radiated a black tranquility, an ominous kind of calm similar to the cool lethality of a loaded gun found in father's closet. A standing tragedy built upon the dead dreams of the forgotten.-

Adrenalize Me - Aries Vs. Donny

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Adrenalize Me - Aries Vs. Donny

Rules;
*Post within 72 hours or forfeit. No exceptions, no warnings.

*After each player has posted fifteen times, for a total of thirty posts, a judge will be called in to decide a winner.

*Limit four attacks per post.

*All physical and mental feats called into question must be able to be referenced, and must be within the limitations of what current and past MMA fighters have showcased.

*Human tier only, no protective equipment or weapons.

Setting;


A solid sandstone arena. There is nothing to pick up to use as a weapon or tool. The arena has a diameter of fifteen yards.

Theme;

Diddly Do

@Hokum

-No privates, then. Donny immediately understood that these guards weren't military police or the like. He was being detained by either some form of law enforcement or security contractors, and he wasn't inside of a military installation. He'd also not have relied on the ambient noise to cloak the sound of the zipper, rather, pulling it down during his coughs, moans, and moments of speech. Once it was open, he'd raise his face off the floor and look closely at the device on his wrist, opening his mouth as if he were going to speak into it, relay information to a higher up. It was actually ready for him to select a shown coordinate. He knew which one he wanted. There was a faint *click* disguised by a wretching cough, and Donny suddenly prodded the tip of his nose against the coordinate. In a flurry of blue light he vanished. In his place, having been removed from his suit and placed on the floor, was a live frag grenade.
He doubted they'd survive that even if they had protective masks. He appeared in the room with the chest, just behind the wall by the exit. The other officers wouldn't have reached it yet, but they'd be in sight a ways down the hall. Six of them. They'd probably turn towards the sound of the detonation. Donny's shaving mirror would tell him if they did, and if they did, he'd angle his glock around the corner and pull the trigger six times, fast. He needed only their reflections to know where to shoot. He'd noticed that certain areas on his device weren't accessible. He needed to kill all the hostiles before they had time to call for more backup and buy at least a minute or to to more thoroughly search the body of the apparent leader or supervisor to see if they had anything he didn't have, and to figure out a path that'd take him to a place where he could traverse from ship to ship and access a civilian area.-

Diddly Do

@Hokum

-Kill or bluff. Well, since he had decapitated the person who had last owned this suit, there was already a large stain of blood that had spread down the front. Might as well roll with it. His eyes grew dim, staring off into the distance. He subtly bit into his tongue, slowly sagged to his hands and knees facing the floor, and clutched at his chest with his free right hand. The left held the rifle. He had put the suit on over his normal clothing, a bit awkward, but it was necessary. A thin streamer of blood stretched from his lips to the floor, and basing his performance off of what he'd seen many still-living but wounded men do, he made sure each breath was a pained wheeze from the back of his throat, accentuated with cringing, full body groans of pain. Then, without so much as a ghost of a trace of any accent, he replied.-

"Urrrrggggh... Private Rip Hanlon. There was a *wheeeeze* strange woman, while we were looking at her he killed them... Quick, they're taking weapons from the holding room!"

-He lowered his forehead to the floor, body quaking. Past his wheezing, they most likely wouldn't hear the sound of his suit zipper being pulled open.-