Fallenreaper

Black Mountain Tournament: Nicoli D'Angelo vs Trixi Hex

Trixi

Name: Amber (Trixi) Hex
Combat Magic Ability:Limited~Low Tier
Arena Classification Range: Mild Realism/Low Powered
Dominant Hand: Right

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Race: Human (mutant)
Sex: Female
Age: 21
HT: 5'7"
WT: 137 lbs
EY: Light Forest Green
HR: Rich Apple Red
SK: White

Description:

Trixi, on the outside, doesn’t look like much to the untrained eyes. Her casual wear often consists of a tunic blouse, jeans and boots giving her a modern yet energetic look to her appearance. A fair skinned woman of 21 years, she has short red hair often kept in a short cut reaching down to her neck base and curls inward to her face as if to frame it. Her green eyes seem to glow and dance with a touch of energy, often giving her a mischievous aura. A soft, heart shaped face tops a lithe yet agile built despite her strength training. She doesn’t have much of bust through her ass is pretty tone from her focus on agility and speed.

Currently she’s dressed in her night shift attire which doesn’t fully even the odds against minor demons and other supernatural creatures, but it does offer protection without completely breaking her bank all at once.

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Armor
Bust

Head/face: N/A
Neck: N/A
Shoulders: N/A
Chest/Torso: Light Armor made from a military grade material, similar to leather armor though, which is in the guise of her jacket. It can resist slash and cutting damage, even sealed against common elements such as water and cold.

Arms

Upper arms: N/A
Forearms: N/A
Wrists: N/A

Lower Half

Waist/Hips: Pouch belt including- Conductive Wiring supplies, Kunai knives, and detachable holders for her batons.
Legs: Slightly loose, flexible material similar to her jacket.
Feet: High grade military boots made to resist abrasion and extremely durable to weather or harsh conditions.

Weapons

Weapon Description: Trixi uses two metal, collapsible batons made designed to take a beating from claws, swords, and other weapons that demons could easily use against her. At the end of her weapons is a small, half inch thick strap which hooks to her wrist and prevents it from flying far from her grasp should she be disarmed. When needed, Trixi can easily send her electrical current through them and use them in the same manner as her taser hands, the default power the same.
Size:
* Total Length: 16 inches long each
Modifications:

In the handle of each are capacitors, each able to hold a single charge and can discharge it to create a more powerful jolt to her attack.
1 charge = 4 seconds and about .005 amps.

Additional Items

Conductive Wiring: Thanks to a few contacts within her community, Trixi always have a supplier for specialized wiring to use along with her Electrokinesis. Flexible and thin like thread, this wire is made of steel to make it more durable to merely being tugged apart or ripped. Sharp implicates such as blades, daggers or similar edges can still cut it. When applied with an electrical current, such as either her Snap, Crackle, and Pop or her Hand Tasers ability, it amplifies it with minimal stress or effort on her part causing it to become similar to an electrified fencing on contact.

total: 100 yards- 50 used in the Kunai

Kunai (steel): Each Kunai is about 15 cm long, from blade tip to ring end and design in mind to be conductive. Among the sharpest edge one can get, they are also thick enough to stand being throw into wooden surfaces and the ground to hold firm.

x5 Kunai with about 10 yards of wire attached to each one and a clip, one that easily fasten fast or release from a metal ring on her belt thanks to a powerful magnet on the end. She can easily discharge or charge it with her own biological charge, however she’s been unable to affect anything else.

x10 Kunai which she can use for throwing, makeshift weapons or other creative ideas that come into her mind.

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Senses
Sight- Human- 20/20 vision
Smell- Human
Touch- Human
Taste- Human
Sound- Human

Natural Stats

Since Trixi is a mutant, her anatomy is almost the exact same as a normal human save for one difference. She’s basically a walking generator so her electrical stimulation has started to increase her own natural stats into in the peak condition find in most athletes.

Strength- Trixi was able to bench press about 175 lbs easily after taking strength and weight training. When her abilities showed up, that increased it to up to 500 lbs but anything over it begins to become a strain.

Speed- In a sprint, Trixi can reach up 10 seconds flat in a 100 m distance race when she puts all her energy into it. Her reflexes, reaction time and ability to turn on dime reflect this, being close or marginally above human levels.

Stamina- Trixi’s training has focused on outlasting her foes, usually demons or monsters, as she might be running for her life or trying to tire them in combat until she discovers a weakness. She has hone this to the state of olympic athletes enabling her to withstand extreme temperatures as low as -13 F (-25 C) and high as 120 F (49 C) for several hours without the proper equipment, any more and it will start to affect her. While pacing herself, she can run up to 350 miles for 80 hours without sleep. However, she’s still human and doing this continually will wear her down over time making her collapse abruptly at the end.

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Name: Electrokinesis
Description: Trixi can create and manipulate her own source of electricity thanks to her ability of influencing the electrons and protons in the air. However instead of being able to literally use her skin or the very air itself to conduct her electrical attacks and fry every living being in a certain area, this ability is primarily discharged out of her hands. Since it stems from herself, Trixi can manipulate everything from the amps to the concentration put into each attack, allowing this broad ability to be divided into three focused areas.

* Snap, Crackle, and Pop!
By increasing the focus in her hand and letting it build, Trixi can force an electrical current within the palm of her hand(s) then gradually build up. She can create a one shot lightning like blast at a target and will cause serious damage if it directly hits. It acts and looks like lightning but both its power and speed are reduced compared to the real deal. The fastest it can travel is at 50-60 mph and into a straight line from her location.

Type and Range: Offensive and Long (Reach is up to 4 meters/about 13 foot)
Preps required: Can be casted any time, but the longer the prep is charged than stronger it becomes. Every 4 seconds it increases the amps by .05, the starting amp is .04.
Duration: If Trixi is interrupted while charging before reaching the next charge then she has to restart all over, losing any seconds for the particular charge. However she can release the current charge at any time she wishes but the power increase will depend on how many charges she has completed.

* Hand Taser!
Focusing her electrical current through her hands, they become decent quality tasers (.04 amps in each hand) that can shock briefly with each touch. Thi soften leaves the area on contact numb for a few seconds or shorter, depending on the individual's experience and resistance to electricity. The longer contact is held then the more powerful the shock can become and the highest it can reach is enough to kill a full grown human at around .15 amps. However, this takes up to a minute to reach such a level even with conductive elements to give it a boost.

Type and Range: Offensive and Close Range (Contact)
Preps required: Due to the limited range and non-lethal aspect, this ability doesn’t require preps to activate. However prolong touch can cause issues since it increases amps with contact, edging into effects that associate with being hit by large amounts of electricity like numbness, loss of motor function, and even paralysis of the heart.
Duration: Being her prime offensive measures, the tingling effects last 2-3 seconds after each touch. Continual hits to the same area can create a numbness over time and followed by other more dangerous side effects.

*Flash Bang!
Fisting up her hand, Trixi creates a small, bluish white orb made in the center of her palm. Charging for about 6 seconds, she can abruptly release it and douse a small area of 3 meters (in circumference) in pure light. The light is bright enough to blind any individual within the set range and for couple seconds, at least 2-3, or longer depending on the individual’s recovery rate. This ability is a double edged sword however because if Trixi doesn’t brace and close her eyes fast enough, she can be caught in the crossfire. Losing her sight for several precious moments could mean surviving or death.

Type and Range: Defensive and Close to Mid range.
Preps required: Unlike the other attacks, this spell doesn’t have a charging prep that can make it stronger. Instead it requires the full 6 seconds to charge before it can be used.
Duration: The attack lasts for about 2-3 seconds before it starts to fade, getting dimmer until it fades at 5 seconds.

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Weapons Training

~Baton and Knife (Kunai) training

Fighting Style/Flavors

~Trixi’s style takes influences from combat forms like kali, arnis, escrima, and many other sources that’s not easy to keep track of. In a more general sense, her style is more of a hodge podge mix which started off in kali then evolved as she learned more. Her preferred tactic is to avoid her opponent’s attacks while ducking in close to land her own, gradually wearing them down with her offensive ability. With her focus on both speed and endurance, this has been rather effective for her.

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Bio/Summary:

A mutant girl turned monster hunter and most recently, plane traveller, her humble origins of being in a broken home and surviving her drunken dad’s abuse was long behind her. Things seemed to change the day she went into puberty and her powers started to emerge. First it was physical only as she met a cute guy named Salem with a reckless, wild nature who showed her the truth about the night. That it was filled with monsters that went bump in the darkness. Gradually she was changing into a more animated and wild side of her once timid personality, adopting the nickname Trixi due to her mischievious appearance.

At 16, she learned why when Salem relieved his true nature as a incubus. It was the first time she was able to physically manifest her abilities with electricity when he tried to force himself onto her. She tasered his groin which resulted in her being sent out the window and crashing into the street from the third story apartment. Bloody and broken, she tried to crawl away only to be seized by Salem before both were shortly caught into a Devil’s Snare rune trap set by her would be mentor, Samuel Rictor.

After it was all over, Trixi awoke to find three things that ruined her entire life. First she was too damaged and broken to live on her and wouldn't heal right without Samuel’s help. Second it seemed magic and mutation didn’t mix well because when she attempted to get Salem off her, the two energies merged forcing a type of ‘familiar bond’ between the incubus and her. Finally… the very home and life she had was blown up in the result of her mutant ability and his magic clashing. Everything she knew, herself included, was declared dead at the scene.

It was a brand new start whether she wanted it or not. For the next five years, Trixi was tossed into the supernatural world and taught to sink or swim as Samuel mentored her. Her powers weren’t as flexible as the mage’s but he made sure she would make it out of each of his assignments with only the necessary injuries. This taught her how to think through pain and make the most of it, her abilities getting better and more powerful with time.

Now… she just had to survive his next hairbrained scheme of dimension/plane hopping. Next stop, The Black Mountain. Whoopie.

Black Mountain Tournament: Nicoli D'Angelo vs Trixi Hex

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Length/Height: 60 feet (Square arena)
Height: Open skies

Arena Elements listed to date:

Stream

• The stream is shallow enough to wade through at the wide end, and narrow enough to easily jump over at the thin end.
• The stream is about ten feet wide at its widest, which is where the bridges cross.

Bridges

• The bridges are basically tree trunks, cut down and laid across the stream.
• Bridges will have a similar radius to the trees. (0.75 feet on average)

Trees

• Tree radius should be around 0.75 feet on average (this is for the bottom of the trunk, above the roots).

Ground

• The ground is muddy and moss-covered.

Additional Stuff

• Weather conditions will be cloudy for the first 10 posts of the fight, after which it will begin to rain heavily, making footing uneven.
• Magical barriers seal off area within the square area.

Minor OoC reminder, additional comment and final words:

- During fights, a contestant should post within three days of their opponent's post. (More details, look in the OoC)

I decided to start off Trixi in position one.

Let's have a good match and try to give each other our all, may the best fighter claim victory.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@ShidenBlades

Starting the thread construction, and since you didn't answer me, I'm assuming it's ranked as it's going to be judged that way anyways. I hope you don't mind that I organized the thread OP in a style I usually find most useful, mainly when it comes to skimming and recalling. It should be done before 1.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Catacombs: Nearest Ssarak and Tyrael

They had been traveling for days, their tails slithering across the stone and rough terrain as they were persuaded for days by the Ridge Hound pack. It had been a good idea at first until the creatures had turned upon them, still starving even after wiping out the whole Yasomere army. They pressed the large group of hundreds into the Ravine but only eleven made it to the college. It was the Naga that opened the seals Tyrael had set, their intelligence and quick thinking barely keeping them ahead of the monsters hunting them down. Only time of great risk did Naga ever manage to work together, their minds united and bodies moved like a well oiled machine in defending the last matriarch from falling.

Lyamis, Marya’s brother, was among those individuals.

The ridge hound reptile like bodies flickered in then out, each time their moves made to avoid the stabbing weapons greeting their approach. Some were struck and promptly became a new meal for their brethren causing Lyamis to mentally huff in disgust at the waste and lacking loyalty. His spear darted in again to nail a charging hound as the point buried itself into the creature’s shoulder, oozing fresh blood across its wrinkled hide. It easily toppled to its side whimpering while Lyamis jerked his weapon free viciously. Immediately it tried to wiggle back onto its feet before another Ridge Hound collided with its throat, ripping it out. Another went to the side, slashing the underbelly to cause intestines to crumble out across the floor. In a rabid frenzy the animal was becoming a meal for seven to eight creatures of its own kin.

Each time one crumbled down, the ridge hound was hauled away to rip into pieces and devour. This made making a wall of flesh between his tribe and the attacks difficult when the ‘bricks’ were vanishing. As a sister covered his flank, Lyamis looked over his shoulder. Huddled in the corner was the single elderly Naga, Amaryllis, and the remaining matriarch for Mar’s tribe. Her skin was albino and smooth, all color lost when she stopped going out into the sun when she became the head. Her white hair hung off her skull and draped down past her shoulder blades, her red eyes flickered with a calm and steady gaze.

Lyamis spared only a moment when he spotted another female Naga crumble under the sheer numbers. Ridge hounds bite and clawed, her screams started then ended suddenly. Immediately several were flung from the now ‘dead’ corpse while she rose upright, her eyes empty and fangs out. Pieces of flesh dangled off her bones exposing the red and white underneath the flesh. Her fingers no longer grasped her weapon when she turned toward Lyamis, her mouth opened hissed, as she lounged forward. Lyamis’ weapon went up instantly allowing her fingers to seize the handle of his spear. Larger weight easily sent him back as she snapped her jaws, stretching her neck out to sink her fangs in.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

Sorry for the wall of text, but sort of setting things up for a future experiment of mine. Also... getting a feel for Trixi really with that post.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

Somewhere in California
A few hours ago before the tourney…

“What the FUCK do you mean by ‘sending me to another plane?!?” Trixi’s voice practically screeched into glass shattering volumes as she shouted. Her hands smacking the table top, kicking up dust in her action, and glared at the unfazed man before her.

Samuel Rictor, an immortal man with a knack for alchemy who had skimmed more eons than she had existed, was suggesting something she found ludicrous! Not to mention suicidal. Her chest was heaving up and down with her green eyes were sparking with rage when the man finally decided to address her. His large, callous hands placed down the stone mortar and grinding tool, then turned his wrinkled old face into her direction. Sam, as she called him, looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, his skin weathered by the elements to create crows feet. Icy blue eyes cracked by the energy he held within his body and sent chills down Trixi’s spine, quickly freezing her rage at its peak then cooling it down into a whimpering sensation.

Her fingers retracted from the table surface and pulled back a bit, her body instinctively not wanting to meet his cold disapproval. Ever since she met him, Trixi had always thought something was… off about him. Something unnatural and creepy, her suspicious increased by the fact every gut sensation seemed to have told her to run on the day she met him. However, like the stupid teenager she was then, she didn’t listen. She sometimes regretted she didn’t.

Angry at herself for losing patience, something she rarely did unless being tugged around in the dark, Trixi’s jawline tensed in frustration and her teeth grinded to prevent from feeding the emotion. It bothered her that Sam had seriously considered this route for her training at all. Did he not see the danger such a thing could create? Her eyes flickered up to meet his and her heart stuttered in her chest, almost stopping. He did. Taken aback by the realization, Trixi’s foot stepped back into the shelves behind, each filled with animal organs to dried herbs, and components for Sam’s various alchemy.

“I’m not doing this because I want to, but because we have little choice. Do you want to live past this war or die in it?” His tone was flat, emotionless for his image. His dark moustache starting to shift with each word and revealing the hints of grey edging into the color.

To see him like this, it was enough to make Trixi’s skin crawl in concern.

“I already discovered a rune which will prevent everything you’re thinking about, though I will state this: most of it is theoretical nonsense and movie bullshit. We’re not the only ones that have done this and so far, our timeline is just fine.” He stated in german, baritone voice and shifted back to the bookcase behind him. A finger edged out then skirted along the various book spines and brushed each title until he came across the newest, his finger skidded up and tilted the thing out into his hand. “Besides you need to get stronger in a short amount of time, and this is the only way.”

“Explain to me how this won’t fuck us up in the future? Ever heard of the ‘butterfly theory’? That’s actual thing!” Trixi cried, finally breaking from his spell. Her body leaned forward to get closer as if to intimidate him into seeing it her way, and her rear smacked into the shelve hard. The mason jars rattled and clinked their protest, reminding her of how fragile they were. She ignored it in favor of chewing Sam out some more. “How can you make sure time travel, dimension hopping, or whatever the hell you’re planning is not abad idea?”

Sam was clearing at his patience’s end over having this conversation over and over with her, ever since he told her at the beginning of the year what he intended to do. He flopped the book down, wide open, on the table suddenly causing her to jerk immediately. She briefly spotted a decorative tattoo made of a celtic knotting weave and two stallions rearing up against each other. Her eyes pulled back up and her topic focus changed immediately, pulling toward the reason for such an elegant image. “What’s that?”

“The rune.”

“What the hell is it with you, tattoos and needles?!?” Trixi tossed up her arms in frustration, groaning at the idea of another one. Sam didn’t use a modern day tattooing needle, but rather an arcanic thing that required dipping and sticking her until she bled. The tattoo took half a day and itched like a whore infected with crabs, while the place was far too close to anatomy best left to her one night stand’s memory rather than a old man. She didn’t like it made some strange sense when she actually thought about, namely only because her target was a incubus with a fetish for tentacles and the only way to lure him out was to be the bait.

She shuddered at the memory. Never again would she look at her deepsea tentacle friends the same way again, alive or not.

Sam continued, his ears ignoring her tone and reaction, while he explained. “The rune will allow you to co-exist alongside a timeline without physically unraveling it and when your task is done, the rune removes any evidence you were ever there. Distorting it enough that it would rapidly snap back into its original series of events and completely eliminate your existence. It will be as if you were never there in the beginning.”

Trixi’s hands pushed her upright, her eyebrow raised and not fully believing him.

“Do I need,” Sam countered, his tone bland and even, “to continue into finer details? Including how exactly it’s theorized that dimensions, planes, and more work?”

“And what, confuse me more?” Trixi snapped. “Tell you what, I’m going to trust you for now. Then when it blows up into your face, I’ll laugh and scream ‘I told you so!!!!’, how’s that?”

“And when it doesn’t, you can shut and do as you’re told.” Sam replied as he added a murky, milky water substance into the black tar substance in the bowl. Pouring it carefully, he emptied only about a quarter into the stone before he stepped back and reached for the drawer. He jerked it open and retrieved a thin, reed like application tool which he placed on the table.

“Since you’re so paranoid, I’ll tattoo it into your chest now.”

Trixi shot upright causing her body to smack the shelves much harder than she intended. Pain briefly rippled along her back and she fought not to winch at it, feeling the hurt spread than fade. The jars, however, made clicking sounds and one abruptly fell from the highest shelf. It slammed hard into her head top then crashed into pieces on the floor. Trixi bent down while tenderly rub the spot, her mouth uttered a curse under her breath. Her fingers started to collect the pieces and pile them up, wary not to cut herself with the glass edges. She then tossed them all into the nearest trash that Sam had kept mainly for failed concoctions.

When she finished up, she inhaled then asked another question. “Anything else I should know about this rune?”

“It won’t help you in the tourney if that’s what you’re asking. Even the ‘Fallen’ application of it won’t be affected, but once the tourney is completely over then you’ll be coming back. The rune basically resets time, bring you back in the same state and about five minutes after you’ve left. This allows you to finish out your time in other realm and keep memories of what happened. This includes memories of when you die permanently.” He hadn’t noticed her pallid face bleaching itself of any remaining color. “After all, exposing you to the possibility of death and teach you how to deal with it is a good learning experience.”

“That’s just wonderful!” Trixi practically shouted and this, her body didn’t lean into the shelves. She had been beaten in the head once too many times already.

“If I wanted you to stay dead, I would’ve let Salem finish you back in the alleyway.” Sam stated in a cold tone, his hands dipping the needle end into the ink then gestured for her to get on the table. He already been busy cleaning off the section where she was to place her ass and sit while he poked her repeatedly.

“Bite me.” Trixi said simply as her cheeks puffed out, popping the air in her defeat. “Fine.”

She started to unbutton her blouse, exposing her semi-flat chest, while she turned against the table end. Her hands braced on either side of her as she pushed upward and flopped her ass on the edge. She had over shot her aim on purpose and any contents in her way were quickly shoved away, a few even toppled to the ground. Trixi made little to no attempt to stop them when they shattered, rolled and clattered to the ground. Feeling Sam glaring at her, Trixi smiled in an ‘innocent’ way which didn’t amuse the old man.

As a result, the process hurt much worse than usual afterwards…

After the tattoo was imprinted on her chest, just below her collarbone, she left to get her stuff together. Sam told her to travel light and not worry about healing, mainly because the monks at the shrines would provide it. Keeping this in mind, her batons, nightshift clothing, wiring and several kunai were chosen as her needed items.

She was busy examining her equipment and ensuring it was in order. Her mind pondered over the information about this ‘Black Mountain Tournament’ and she didn’t watch her mentor prepare for the trip’s transport. Honestly she hadn’t cared to ask until the smell reached her nose. That was when her eyes ripped themselves from the mirror and spotted the sight happening in the livingroom. It was the scent of rotten flesh and burning meat that was causing that god awful scent, her hands clamped over her nose while she edged out into the room’s center. Sam merely chuckled at her image as he lite each pinkish candle, all roughly about the size of an eight oz water bottle, that surrounded a single large rune.

Curiously, Trixi leaned closer so she could easily make out darker red chunks embedded within one candle. Her stomach felt sick for a moment when she realised there was a human nail preserved on the outside.

Suddenly she jerked back, certain she didn’t want to know about the other contents in that item. She looked hard at Sam and wondered what the fuck provoked him to use such black magic for this training of his. What drove him to discard humans in such a way that inside made her stomach crawl and twist in knots? It was question she secretly never wanted to learn the answer to. When Sam finished up, he began to open the portal.

He used another stash of ingredients and incantations, causing the whole living room in the apartment to fog up. Within a few minutes, her head was feeling like it was inside a huge bong and world was coiling in on itself. Colors dripped onto the floor where they pooled and swirled into a mess. Sulfur, flesh burning and shit lingered in her nostrils denying her any ability to smell clearly. The world tilted abruptly as her feet shifted, trying to stabilize herself instinctively, and widened her stance. Her bones seemed to take on the structure of jello, failing to support her as she stumbled onto all fours. Sam’s baritone voice was rumbling in the background then shortly faded when her eyes closed, her mind sent rocketing into unconsciousness.

“Sam, you bastard..” Were the last words to slip through her lips when darkness consumed her.

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Present

Naturally, Trixi was among the late arrivals.

The woman’s eyes were closed, but she could hear voices nearby. She kept her body eerily still with only her steady breathing to show she was alive and her body laid out in wide eagle spread on her back. There was an ache in every single inch of her figure. The muscles tingling with hurt and her bones seemed like they hadn’t moved in over thirty years, her mind questioning if moving at all would be an ideal action. Cautiously she twitched her finger then waited several moments, testing the reaction to the movement. Nothing.

Encouraged by this, Trixi slowly started to open her eyes… which she quickly wished she hadn’t.

Immediately her eyes were burning from the vulgar display performed by the barbarian as he literally shit on his hosts’ table. That was enough to make her turn to the side and eject whatever meal she had managed to keep down before her trip, vomiting over rocky ground with a wet splatter. Part of her suspected it was also because this was her first dimension hop and mentally hoped the reaction was normal for first time travellers. Another thing on her list to ask Sam, she told herself.

Wobbly, she started to get to her feet as she wiped her sour lips, tasting the sour carrots in her mouth. “Why the hell does vomit always taste like carrots. I don’t even like or eat them, yet there’s the taste. Gross.”

She shook her head trying to loosen the vertigo edging into her head, her hands gripping her knees to stay upright and stand. Last thing she wanted to do was to fall flat on her face in front of what she assumed was her competition. Slowly she inhaled then exhaled, trying to see if getting some air in her lungs would help relieve the dizziness, her focus primarily on getting back into shape. It helped after several minutes, the color in her cheeks returned gradually over time and paleness vanished while she straightened herself into a more upright stand. Casually she pulled a hair tie from her belt then pulled her hair back into a very, very short ponytail in order to keep her red bangs from floating into her green eyes, observing the others interacting.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@ShidenBlades

Ranked or not? I personally I've never played a Rank one as I've never gotten a none ranked one done. Latest one was the closest one I ever came, save a pm one, and so it wouldn't really make much of a difference to me. Namely as the losses still give me experience after all to learn from and the points, honestly doesn't even serve well for bragging rights in this section.

Also, I suggest we put all the details, including gained ones, and image of the arena up into the OoC OP which we can likely add to it as we learn more. This would likely help out any contestants who use the arena in the future as well as make it a one stop post for us to re visualize the playing field without looking all over this OoC for it or risk missing them. I hate, personally, hunting for needles in a haystack.

Last thing: if you've not got it up by morning tomorrow my time which it's almost 5 pm now, I'll get it started and up around 12pm my time at latest.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Fallenreaper @Drifting Pollen

The arena doesn't matter all that much to me either, considering the nature of everything I would say both our characters are pretty much on even footing.

Pollen, where we doing this at!? I'm ready!

@ShidenBlades

I don't know... there's a lot of fun things I can do with at least two of those arenas due to the nature of Trixi's electricity, which none your PC will like. :p

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Drifting Pollen Are each of these fights considered ranked? Cause I do require an answer before I make the thread for mine.
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@DJAtomika

Cause it was unlikely electrified turds was going to be pleasant and likely linger in whatever arena they fought in. :p Good luck.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn's Hunt

Group 1: NiteMare

Annabeth’s attempt to latch onto the nitemare’s mind worked perfectly. However, gaining intel was another matter altogether and without understanding about the nitemare’s inner workings, it was difficult. The animal’s mind was like water and when a psychomancer dipped in, it sent ripples across the surface. Too hard and the images, thoughts and more were nearly impossible to read. Too soft, she would merely get a reflect and nothing more. However, the nitemare could easily perceive the images given to it.

So focused on its task at hand, the brute plowed in without thinking. Its reward was pain and a clash with an unexpected source. A sting raced across its shadowy skin as it gave a wounded cry and hastened its pace. Black blood oozed out of its wound causing a smell of sulfur to mingle with the fog’s misty scent. Another experience of pain met the stallion when it exited the Nox. Alaira’s act was a success but hadn’t as much effect as she was likely counting on, slicing the upper meat of the foreleg causing the horse’s side to crumble to a hunched position. Its running ceased abruptly.

However, it wasn’t going down without a fight and while it was wounded, it could still move about. Its whip like tail immediately lashed out and slashed toward its side, aiming for Alaira. The blade sharp enough to cut through leather armor without much effort and even dent metal, through cutting was another matter. While its tail slashed out at Alaira, the animal’s legs struggled to get back up and move.

Lyn

Lyn’s heart jumped into her throat, threatening to choke her, as she tried to move. Her body was shaking and trembling all over, trying to get her mind to do what she wanted. However, it failed to understand her words. Instead it stayed fast into the ground like the very ground was holding her. Her lungs seemed unable to use the air settling in her chest and weighed her down, her mind unable to register anything. Annabeth and Alaira seemed to utter something to calm her and about a nitemare, but she barely heard it through her terror. Then suddenly, it dissipated.

A calm, soothing sensation touched her mind, quelling that fear striking out at her. Slowly Lyn’s breathing grew from rapid and erratic to placid and steady. Her muscles relaxed and took on a more fluid posture while she gripped a pair of her daggers lazily. She was still aware of the fear trying to claw its way back in as well as the nitemare bearing down on her. However, she wasn’t scared of it. It didn’t look like an unbeatable monster from her deepest, darkest nightmares coming to trample her. Lyn took a deep breath then widened her stance, putting her daggers upright in a defensive posture. Her waist twisted at the middle with her right nearest the beast charging at her, her left back and ready for a counter attack should she need it. The blades were pressed against her wrists so she could slice and move without risking the points getting lodged.

The youngest girl’s head peered upright when Annabeth spoke about Alaira taking her away. Lyn immediately shook her head no just as the brunette reached for her bow. Annabeth let loose an arrow which seemed to pass right through the nitemare just at the moment it teleported. However, there was a loud shriek that cried otherwise. Annabeth’s arrow had managed to nick the animal’s flank just before it had managed to dematerialize completely. A small pop echoed in the meadow.

Before Lyn could comment on its disappearance , Alaira ‘s hands wrapped about her waist then firmly plop her onto Samson. A cry to get way sent a shiver down the teenager’s back, which was subdued by the calming spell. Then with a sharp smack, she hit his flank. Samson reared upward as he gave a protesting snort, his hooves pawing the the air when he took off. His feet moved hard against the thick ground in his bolt forward. It was so sudden that Lyn instantly pulled her arms about Annabeth’s waist just to keep from falling off. Her front pressed tightly, the calming effect still in play, and tried not to fall off the moving mass underneath her. She dared to peer around to spot Alaira quickly take her place just when the horse re-emerged.

Group 2: Harpy

The Harpy tugged and smacked Althalus about. Her tail dragged from his weight, the end hooked about his ankle, while she flapped her wings across the warm drafts within the forest. The other Harpies were getting impatient with their sister , their feathers ruffled in annoyance. Promptly five of them scattered off the tree branch and into the air, giving a burst of wind to lift them higher. Their figures darted shadows over the ground in their pursuit after Althalus. One of them reached the man, his back and whatever exposed shin would likely torn to shit, before the others and extended her claws to snare his arms. If she got them, she would jerk the other way in an attempt to pull the man apart.

Ellys

Ellys hated Djarkel. It was new, her body tense and unsettled by new surroundings so eerily different from her homeland. Her hair was a messed and unkempt after several months of traveling, even her tail was numb to the dull aching floating into the muscles. In her hand was a bone spear held close to her chest while she stared into the open meadow. It was hard to believe at first, even when she was prepared by the mysterious deity. As she spotted the nitemare’s targets, the evidence was right before her eyes. A child, human in appearance, and scented like Naga was currently in the meadow where she seemed to carry out the ritual common to Naga of her age.

It angered Ellys to see their rites stained by such filth. The child itself was a freak in the natural order and didn’t desire to live out her pitiful life any longer than she already had. The Naga tightened her fingers about her weapon and for a brief moment, considered tossing it while the bitch half breed human was occupied. It would’ve ended the child’s life so easily. When the thoughts passed by, Ellys lost her chance when the girl was tossed on horse, the beast smacked into motion shortly after.

Inhaling sharply, Ellys realized she wasn’t from Mackendrick, Slade and the three others. Detesting she was force to turn away her chance for purifying the bloodline, she needed to seek the cause or her actions would’ve been in vain. She started to edge back to their location, a rattling of bushes betraying her location, when she emerged on their conversation. Ellys showed no signs of encouragement or distaste, through her tail twitched in impatience. Her ears caught the mention of the protectors being injured while she flicked out a tongue. Her body stiffened on scenting Mar’s scent and hissed, softly, a statement her unwanted travel companions would know the subject of. Mainly since her hand went to the dagger looped in her belt.

”She’s close…”

Her head turned into the direction, ignoring the five, then started to slither into the direction. She quieter now. Each movement made a purpose and hushed the trembling leaves in her passing. Her eyes closed to absorb the heat signals radiating off the scene when she approached the place Mar, Althalus and Enzuis were supposed to have been. Several others were flocking around while Mar’s mate was quickly hauled away. Pathetic, Ellys’ lip curled in loathing at the display and noted his weakness showing. She leaned through the cover as she watched Mar struggle with the wild harpies. Their claws ripping the mother’s flesh to bits, trailing blood in increasing amounts while she gradually declined their numbers.

Ellys was more than willing to wait for the Harpies to finish their job.

In her mind, one method was just as easy as the other. It didn’t help she didn’t fully trust this deity and his motives, her mind preferring to keep to their traditions rather than break them unless necessary. With any luck Mar would enter malice then do the very job for her.

Mar

Mar screamed when the claws found her back.

Hard talons drew hot, wet, and sticky blood from the tender flesh as the tunic shredded easily under the attack. There was a loud rip while Mar’s fingers tightened about her weapon and her forearm tendons tensed, causing her vitamancy to surge into the femur bone. It lengthened in seconds into a spear. The pole white, flawless with the end sharpened into a diamond like point. The balance was ideal and allowed her to jerk her body around on her tail, her other hand braced for the spear’s harmless end to butt against her palm. Mar’s eyes reddened in anger at the sudden attack. Her back was stinging from where the Harpy had landed her attack and bled well enough to stain the tunic’s outward edges.

The one that was attacking her immediately found a blade buried in her own back when Althalus threw it. It wedged into the lower back and the bitch let out a furious snarl, the bird like creature retracting from her earlier prey. Her talons furled in a twitching spasm, her head leaned in for a hiss. Mar reacted with her own warning and then thrusted out the spear, trying to clip the creature’s wings. Immediately seeing the movement the harpy’s claw reached out to scratch the blade on contact. The Naga jerked higher when the harpy snagged her weapon. Her head whipped forward and smacked into the skull, making a loud creak, forcing the harpy to crumble.

Her skin crawled causing her head to tilt up higher, spotting the remaining five edging closer. Mar let out another hiss only to receive a small giggle from the filthy crow shit hovering near her. It was pure luck Mar had requested inoculation against the possible diseased animals running around and through there was likely to be an infect spawning, she had little time to treat it. Her body lowered like a snake battening down for the storm when all five launched themselves from the branches and swarmed her.

The first victim was nearest harpy as Mar’s point rip through the middle and tossed her about, catching another in the right side. They both screeched until they were silenced by a tree. Only one got up, the other’s body almost took Mar’s weapon from her hand. In a reflex, Mar’s tail leased out to seize a tail from the dead Harpy then swipe it back to the left. It missed. The remaining four quickly scattered, one that had been stalking Althalus earlier had her attention drawn to the fight. Another harpy used her tail like a whip causing it to wrap around Mar’s throat and constrict. Air rapidly caught off in her windpipe causing her fingers to tighten again, the weapon altering forms. This time it became a dagger.

Mar severed the tail tip with a quick, well practiced move Althalus had taught her. Thick, green blood squirted from the wound and plastered against her own red stains adding to her mucky mess. The Naga was breathing hard. Her throat raw and hurt, unable to stand when her body fell to the ground. That’s when the last three counter attacked. Claws dug into dig their own marks into the female’s flesh, one from the back, and two from the sides leaving deep gashes.

Again, Mar through fast then snatch up her dagger to alter it into shield, swapping at them with the spiked face. Most were too too quick but she managed to clip one and sent it spiraling down into the tree causing Mar to smirk in pleasure. It was a short lived one since she back was relite by additional claws scratching down across the center.

Group 3: Cosh

The one nearest E’nasha lounged just as Keri twisted to face the Alpha within the tree, his jaws flashed several canines and rushed her.

On the other hand, the Alpha eyed Keri up and down for a moment, its body thumped loudly on its landing down. It snarled again and huffed, his chest huffing heavily in aggression. Quickly the beast darted to the right, making a fast, half hearted snap at Keri’s foot. However, before she could stab it should she attempt it, the brute instantly slapped its hand like paw against the ground to alter its path to the left. Then it shot its maw toward her upper right torso whether she moved or not, intending on ripping out a few ribs in the process.

Group 4: Paich

Mei’s shurik nicked the male Paich, the creature’s hard armor bounced it off as it drew a thin, small line. The creature squeaked in pain then abruptly borrowed back into the ground as the throwing star sank into the grass a few feet away. He didn’t like being hurt and even less when he was trying to get a meal. His front feet clawed and scrambled around toward the pair, making it seem to Summer like Mei had managed to kill it.

The female perked then chattered in rage at Mei’s attempt to kill its mate. She raised her hunches in a threatening posture as pounces forward then back a few times, watching Leith speak to the two girls. Suddenly the creature’s head was submerged in water. It clogged its eyes, mouth and ears causing her to shake her head a bit as her claws reached to pry it off.

Mei’s next attack started off normally, but when her foot moved for the last weave, it abruptly dropped into a pit hole. The hole itself was several inches deep causing the foot to go up to its ankle in a fast movement. It wouldn’t break it but the pain would be enough to snap her focus and when she almost completed the spell the movement was off by too much. Instead of a wind gush able to deflect arrows tossing the female into the air, it was a gust that managed to knock the female on her back. It exposed her soft underbelly as she wiggled her limbs helpless in the air, clawing and trying to shift her balance upright.

Meanwhile her mate sensed the mage’s movements and went into serious action. As Leith focused on the water bubble, he would feel the ground underneath him soft and sink. It started to pull him into what seemed to be a shallow pit trap or quicksand, but there was no water. The action should’ve been enough to break his focus and release the bubble around the female, allowing her to breath. In moments his legs would be buried up to his knees and still going, the loose dirt hindering his movements. If he didn’t attempt to get help, then Leith might be breathing through dirt really soon.