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Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

@Descartes Abe's blood would be congealed and brown, drips of it would take a while to actually fall from the wound. He's mostly dried out, the only think keeping him alive is his hunger.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Though I do have one more post to make, it will be tremendously long. It's really just an epilogue of how things change after Kanitah's death.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

I will be home in 2 to 3 hours, melon. If you staying online then I'll totally tell you the benefits of the machine.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Sharp rushes of wind, deafening cracks like the wicked roar of thunder, and a tremendous pain in his calf. Only one bullet found province in Abe before he began moving away, his reaction to the sound was almost instant. That awful noise of gunfire and death had driven him away from his usual prey, making human a delicacy in these times. They always fought back with their dishonorable tools, relying on the strength of gunpowder instead of their own bodies. They always kept him at range with their invisible projectiles, they hit him before he could react every time. This was no different, a hot wave of suffering crept from his leg to his brain. Instinct drove him to leap over the building's ledge, back the direction he had just come. Away from it, run from the sound, flee from death and hunt the source. The same thoughts as always. Magic, gunfire, power, whatever kept him from his quarry only ever held him off for so long.

Again he had found himself on the hunt, he had called out for vengeance from the rooftops and his call had been answered in haste. Rounding the curve of the building in a blind rage, no idea where his prey was hiding. The only hint that graced his presence to Abe was the direction of the sound, and that was quickly slipping from his mind. Bent at the corner, down an alley and into another. Around a building and back down the road where the sound originated. His billowing robe giving the illusion of flight as he rocketed down the road, his speed unhindered by his wound. Dust was thrown aside by his feet as he sailed across the dusty road, the gritty feeling on his bare feet was so familiar and comfortable to him.

It had come from this way, guns don't work on their own, they need a finger to work them. So there had to be a source behind the sound, tracking it down would be the easy part. Successfully capturing it was going to be a nightmare, considering he was unable to dodge bullets. Rampaging towards the sound, he began to step from side to side, bobbing his head and torso up and down.

Abe could not yet see his prey, but he was sure it could see him. It had already wounded him, so he began to move in sporadic and unpredictable patterns, moving as quickly as he possibly can just to avoid the vicious bit of another gunshot.

Word poured from between his clenched teeth, a hiss and lisp decorating the words. A cloud of toxic fog leaking from the corners of his mouth. The words meant almost nothing to him, but something compelled them to be spoken. "Come to me, lascher of death and fire! I'm schtarving, usche your blade of flamesch to cook your own flesch!"

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Sweat and blood soaked his brow, nothing important was left to say. The Firemen has won, because he made mistakes. Excitement and fear clouded his judgement, his actions too flashy to actually work. Fury moved over him, a spear of deathly light forming between his hands. Not much to do but wait for the hand to fall.

Kanitah didn't close his eyes, no, he just watched the events unfold. As his blood loss slowed his senses he watched the blade fall upon him as Fury knelt to the ground. Putting himself right on top of Kanitah.

Strangely enough, he didn't feel anything but a slight pressure. His eye watched the rod penetrated into his heaving chest. A joke tickled at him as blood shot from his mouth. All he could do was laugh as his last thoughts weren't about home, his family, or even the successor to his word of power. They were of a shitty joke that had no punchline.

Doctor, doctor, I believe I have come down with a case of certain death.

How can you tell?

The man doesn't reply, because he's dead.

It was a stupid joke, yeah, but at least it was some sort of comfort.

As he lay there, choking on his own blood and laughing, he raised his right hand up to Fury's chin. Finally closing his eyes as his laughter turned painful, and he was still laughing hysterically. It was growing more violent and painful as the amount of laughter leaving him grew. The old man didn't know why he was reaching out, nor did he know why he was laughing so hard. Logic sort of sails out the window as your brain loses oxygen.

Laying there in his final moments, he didn't really expect Fury to be the one looming over him at his deathbed.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

With a sharp wave of indignity striking her suddenly, Bita stepped away from the others and positioned herself quite a few feet away from them. Definitely outside of anyone else's effective melee range, to give herself the advantage of distance immediately. Knowing not what the others can do, Bita has decided to stop with the pretext of pleasantries immediately. The tall man had made a huge mistake, instead of replying to her, he simply ignored her.

The stubborn little woman doesn't like that, not one bit.

One she had placed herself a fair distance away, she raised her arm up to match her shoulder in height. Taking aim down the length of her arm she raised her palm vertically. Exposing the the ring directly towards where Tordor was standing, a bright light and a slight hum emerged from her hand as a dagger of golden and crimson overlapping eachother erupted from the circle. It shot forwards, a small spear of energy with deadly intent. The Pundambayan woman was already on the offensive and Tordor was her target.

She would let them all know that she was very serious, as her first attack was enough to skewer a human several times over. And it was aimed directly towards Tordor's midriff. No, she didn't figure it would hit. Nor did she figure it would kill him immediately if it did manage to hit. That wouldn't make any sense, they wouldn't put squishy normal folks up against a Pundambayan Soldier. That's not a fight, it's an execution.

Bita just wanted to scare him.

Arena Chat Thread

Yeah, one little Goat Pass and your 300 soldiers fending off 10,000 troops are suddenly swamped.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

<Snipped quote by Rilla>

You're now expected to do everything.

Do everything.

@GreivousKhan

Everything.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

Aight, cool. That makes things a lot easier.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

@Rilla Before I post, when does combat start? Does it start when we start it, or does it start when you start it? Because this is pertinent information.