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New Heroes Emerge and an Old Hero Returns! Rilla vs LeeRoy!

@Rilla Vocal judgement is better for me, it actually motivates me. Since I'm not a hyper sensitive pussy who can't take criticism.

New Heroes Emerge and an Old Hero Returns! Rilla vs LeeRoy!

Take yer time, I kinda flaked for literally the longest time possible. I can't be impatient, since you were so patient with me.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

With their faces towards eachother Tanzo might have caught a glimpse of the wry little smile that peeked through the mayhem of their melee. Even with both of his hands out of the picture, the two seemed to be fighting on totally even ground. Blow for blow they matched eachother's force with force, their totally different martial styles seemed to be total mirrors.

Fate does some funny things, don't it?

Bending his right elbow slightly so his blade would glance away from Ryozan's tail and the momentum of his swing would carry out and back. At the same time he let the momentum from his arm pull his body back and to the left. This forced him to stop his left leg from moving and his right leg to twist back with the rest of his body. This moved his torso directly parallel to Ryozan's strike. The back of his hand and the blade of ice slashed into his shirt and tore it in its wake, the edge of the blade sliced into his flesh and left clean lines digging into his abdominals. The ice froze the blood on contact, so none poured from the wound.

A chill ran through him as it dug into him, but that was the price he was willing to pay for his next strike. See as he stepped around Tanzo's fist he had brought his left elbow up and over. Raised as high as possible and aiming the sharp point of it straight at Tanzo's face. With all of the speed that he had built up in his spin, he would drop that elbow right into the corner of Tanzo's jaw with enough force to tear his flesh and knock lesser men unconscious.

Even now as he was preparing to crash his elbow into Ryozan's face, he was preparing his next move. Once his elbow either collided or missed he would continue spinning. Bringing his right arm back around with the sharp of his blade angled flat towards the ground. Aiming to slice into the kyuubi's back with a new accumulated force of his spin.

In his mind all he could think about was to keep moving, to keep striking. Forcing his brain to tell itself that nothing was wrong, forcing it to ignore the pain.

Willing himself to move, even as his blood pumps cold through his veins.

Arena Chat Thread

Anyone else notice how distinctly out of place Destroy The Godmodder feels?

Like, The Arena is packed with this slowly creeping lore that's enveloping most groups of roleplayers. There's this interconnected multiverse thing going on, and it's kind of coherent.

Only kind of though.

But then there's Destroy the Godmodder.

I ain't complaining, I love reading it from time to time. It's just an observation.

Edit: To quote Skallagrim's recent use of the word, it feels like a Non-sequitur in the Story that is the Arena.

New Heroes Emerge and an Old Hero Returns! Rilla vs LeeRoy!

@Rilla Ahem, I was in the middle of clotheslining you. Just saiyan.

Two Versus One - East vs. West Round Two

As he left the gates and crossed the nearest hill, he saw him. Some driving force of nature was pulling the Raven towards the demon, the slight smokey blackness of his eyes made the Berserker's heart pound in his chest. No emotion registered in his mind, but his body was shaking with fear. This was no human, nor was it a kind being. Through and through, whatever this being was, it was demonic in nature. It filled his core with a primal fear, fear of the unknown. The disconnect from his body and his mind was evident when he forced himself forward, he was several paces away from the eastern warrior and his steps were slow and plodding. The leather of his shoes dug into the earth with every step, as though his body was actually trying to resist moving towards the demon.

"Y-o-u." He muttered inaudibly, the word dragged from his lips. Like a nervous child hesitating to speak. Again his lips parted and he roared, the words muffled by his numerous pelts. "You!" Accusingly raising his hand, extending his left index towards him. Something about this horror made him thirst for blood, this demon was drawing him in. Even with his clouded mind, he was aware that this could all be part of the demon's musings. Maybe it was like the angler, with his bait thrown to water to draw in easy prey.

Feidlimid didn't care, he wanted blood. "Explain. Explain to me." As he marched he spoke, the hand that was thrust forward so accusingly was now grasping the neck of his bottle. He had used up nearly half of it in the raid, but half a bottle of juice would be more than enough. "Why? Why!? Why do I want this!? Explain it to me!" The words that passed him were nonsense, or at least, very vague and with much too much room for misinterpretation. The demon would have to figure it out on his own, the berserker wasn't going to explain.

The patience of The Raven had always been thin, and he was already drawing the bottle towards his lips. Even as he was marching towards him, with his blade dragging far behind. There was no playing, there was no respect of standard practice of a duel. Feidlimid was going to kill the demon now, so he could stop feeling again.

To stop feeling the pull.

So he could stop thinking.

Two Versus One - East vs. West Round Two

@Skallagrim
@DJAtomika

ALRIGHT, NO MORE FUCKING AROUND WITH REAL LIFE BULLSHIT ON MY PART. I WILL HAVE A POST UP WITHIN THE NEXT HOUR AND A HALF, FUCKING REAL LIFE.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

Reprieve? If Sunshine had've heard the notion he would have been offended. At least a little bit, not too much. Maybe he wouldn't be offended, but it would make him frown for a moment but go right back to smiling. Definitely at least a little slighted by it, to be sure. Even with a terrible amount of pain rushing through him from both sides, Brighton couldn't be anything but excited. No beating or breaking has ever felt like this, the spill of blood from his flesh and the burning chill of near-hypothermia shaking his arm, it was so new. It wasn't just a normal pain, it was a wholly new experience.

Honestly it was the worst pain he's ever felt, and that's really saying something. Something about it was so exhilarating, a thrill like none other. It suddenly clicked in his mind. This was the fight or flight response! Something that he's never felt! The chemical waves that crashed through him gave his subconscious a choice. Turn tail and run? No. Stand and fight?

"Yesss!" From his throat roared the most unnatural howl he's ever unleashed, a parody of his own voice ripped its way from his own mouth. Saliva and tension forced his throat to shudder into a growl as the word left his mouth, excitement overtook his usual composure. A stunningly different voie from his norm was juxtaposed by the naturally cheery grin that still adorned his face.

Immediately after his first charge, Brighton straightened himself back up and stepped forward again. With his right hand locked into holding the blade, he couldn't use the fine control that he was used to. However, he had been taught an alternative to fencing. Swordplay relies more on the shoulder and body than the wrist, and his shoulders were still just fine. With two quick steps he threw himself into a charge once again, leveling the blade against himself before lashing out in a wide sweeping motion.

Placing the flat of the blade against his left arm and stepping forward, Sunshine turned his right shoulder towards Tanzo for a fraction of a second before unleashing the massive swing. A full 180 degree swing with the strength of his arm and his entire torso thrown into it. All while running towards Tanzo, the length of the blade and the reach of his arm made this an incredibly long swing. Aimed in a near straight line that would strike at Tanzo's hip and would cross upwards towards his belly button.

If he chose to let it hit.

Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

The way I'm reading it, it looks like BOTH of you, at the same time.

Totally misinterpreted the other's post, and now you're at a standstill because you're both doing something impossible and expecting both of them to work. And neither of you is budging on that.

That's just my opinion though.

Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

It'd be easiest if one of you just backed down, because this is a total standstill. I'll throw my wrench into it while I'm waiting for Tales of Two Wastelands to install, but I'll probably just say the same thing.