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While the Veiled Ones had sent out their invitation to the Nobleman of the family Brighton, the letter didn't manage to make it to the man's hand. Instead, it was given to a hired mercenary of their own. They normally would have sent out their younger son to fight in their oldest's place, but this was far too suspicious to be taken lightly by a lesser trained duelist. The mercenary they had hired was the renowned martial master, Solomon Ross. The Brighton family actually met Ross through their oldest son, Alexander, as Alexander trained with the same master. Though for a much shorter time.

When Solomon was brought to their abode, and given the note that had been sent to them, he knew that this was a trap. Or at least an incredibly untrustworthy challenge to a duel. Who knows how many men would be waiting in that alleyway for the young Alexander. With a small payment, and a bit of convincing, Solomon was sent off to take care of the challenge in his stead. In any case, Alexander was currently out, and hence couldn't accept in the first place.

Now that he had the note, a small payment, and a lesson to teach to a young mercenary. Solomon set off to his "adventure." In reality it only took a few days to find the alleyway, and he had no intention of tarrying.

The old man walked with intent through the alleyways of the great city, the clamor of the numerous weapons on his back made passerbys look upon him with quizzical expressions. A weapons merchant in these times? Questions such as those ran through the masses, their confusion was reasonable, his appearance was odd. With a map in his hands, he looked lost, but he was really right on schedule. The day and hour were perfect, and he rounded the corner into the alleyway just as the sun set on the horizon. The long shadow of the old man crept its length across the feet of D'Angelo. The homeless folks that littered the alley raised their hands to him, and he placed a few coins in their open palms.

Peering down his crooked nose at the man in the hood, Solomon raised an eyebrow to him. "You there, young man. I think you might be the man I'm looking for."

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

Being mid spin doesn't really steady your footing, nor does being caught unaware by a snuck in punch to the gut. Brighton couldn't do anything about the punch he was about to take, because he had no idea it was coming. He actually thought it impossible for Tanzo to react in such an inconceivably short window of time, but the kitsune had proven crafty before. Unfortunately for the kitsune, the human body is far more resilient than its weak appearance belies, and being loose while being struck with tremendous force is actually a blessing. With only one foot on the ground, and his body in a rather loose state to facilitate the whipping motion of his spin, he was struck directly in the gut by Ryozan's boulder breaking punch.

If his footing had've been sturdy, and his body squared away, this would have been a killing punch. His organs would have ruptured, bones broken, and he would have crumpled before Tanzo's blow. However, none of this was the case. Instead, the punch slammed into his midriff and unsettled his already weak footing. Its weight carried him backwards and launched him several feet away, dust was kicked from the ground as he struck the old arena's floor. Brighton sprawled his weight across the ground, the breath knocked entirely from his lungs. His chest heaved with the effort of filling itself with air once more.

Tanzo, so far, had outstripped him in strength. Cunning, maybe not, they seemed to be on even footing in that regard. Brighton had never fought someone so superhuman in ability. Even the strongest men weren't comparable to Tanzo in his ability, and that was exciting. Truly this was his greatest challenge, as every foe he had fought to this point had been human. No matter how strong they were, no matter how great, no matter how swift. They were still human.

Ryozan Tanzo, however, was more than that. And it was very self-evident.

As he milled these thoughts, he pushed himself up into a seated position. Heaving still with the effort of breathing. His body was still moving, he refused to let himself be stopped. A great bruise was already forming on his torso, and the wound that was cut earlier was still bleeding slowly. The cold was keeping him from bleeding out, a fortunate happenstance.

His right hand was moving again, but he didn't want to let Tanzo notice yet.

Whether Tanzo would take advantage of his vulnerable state was to be determined, but as it stood, Brighton slowly inhaled and attempted to push himself to his feet. If Tanzo would attack him now, there wouldn't be much he could do to stop him, but Brighton didn't peg him for the sort to kick a man while he's down.

Though he still doesn't know that much about the kitsune, does he?

Arena Chat Thread

It was GOING to be a Merry Christmas.

I was GOING to head over to someone's house for Christmas dinner, to enjoy the day. You know, ease my mind of the terrible notion that this is the day that my mother fell ill for the last time.

But instead, Kevin decided that we aren't going. Because he's sick, now I'm stuck here in my stewing pot of ever growing frustrations.

This day was going to be at least tolerable, but now it's not only a hallowed occasion for me, it's an infuriating day. Because right now I can't even distract myself with the merriment of festivities.

I'm going to get caught up on my roleplays and figure out something else to do with this miserable day.

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For the sake of fairness, I'm dropping Solomon's Strength and Speed down to a fraction of what they actually are. Simply because of how abuse-able that is. Let's say 500 lbs and 50 mph.

I'm gonna start writing up my post now.

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The High Minister of Weapons Mastery

Name: Solomon Ross, The Master of Weapons

Sex: Male

Age: 72

Height: 5'2" (Actually taller, but his back is heavily arched from age.)

Weight: 182 lbs.

Physical Description: From his outward appearance, Solomon is barely an intimidating man. Bent and ancient, deeply wrinkled skin with numerous permanent scars from his long years of experience. Encumbering his elderly frame are numerous leather straps and sheaths that hold his excessive number of weapons to his body. These weapons barely fit on him, clattering about as he moves. The straps actually serve a purpse beyond the holstering of his weapons. They are all lines that move outwards away from his center, causing his body to not look nearly as intimidating as it actually is. Despite his age, his body is in perfectly healthy condition. The muscles from his body do not look like those of a body builder, or of a fighter. They are built muscles, forged from years of training. Perfectly attuned to how he works on the field of battle.

Beneath his numerous straps is a simple garb of cotton and silks, it's a robe that's held closely to his body by the straps of leather. It conceals 90% of the scars on his body.

Psychological Description: Solomon is significantly less serious than one would expect a man who has spent 80% of his life training to surpass all warriors who have come before him. After his training he took the best possible path, instead of becoming a broody old man with a dozen regrets. He decided to live the back half of his life cheerfully, taking up the sword on the field of battle to teach young up-and-coming warriors their place in the world. Teaching them that even though they're energetic, youthful, and strong that they're nothing compared to a man with real conviction.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
Unleashed Mortal Strength: Slow and trudging years of training under the tutelage of the previous 'Master of Weapons' left his body broken and battered. As his wounds healed and his bones reset, he was left with remarkable strength beyond that of normal men. 30x that of a normal man, to be precise. Able to lift 7,200 lbs above his head with both hands, and toss it with relative ease.

Unleashed Mortal Speed: The training left his legs weary and his back aching, ruining his posture as the years passed, but as his legs finally came to rest he found that he could run faster than any man before him. As fleet as the fastest wind, as swift as a falling star. He was a blur to normal men. Again, 30x as fast as normal men. Able to run at 240 mph.

Unleashed Mortal Skin: Body broken, bruised, bloodied, and battered, he was left with scars and callouses that hindered his movement. But as time passed and the wounds softened and gave way to fresh skin and newly healed bones, he was tougher than an ox. His body is strong enough to withstand blows from shotguns and continue fighting.

Unleashed Mortal Mind: Psychologically he was torn down, turned into what some would say is less than a man. Turning off his emotions for periods of time just so he could survive the rigorous tasks that he was put through. When his training came to an end, and his mind became his once more, he was enlightened. Everything he had been put through had left him more calm than any man before him, no amount of suffering would break his will to fight. Solomon was made into a truly devastating warrior. His ability to comprehend the movement's of his opponent's is remarkable, and some have called it precognition. However, it is not that he is predicting where they will be, his eyes see at 30x the speed of normal men, allowing him to see objects moving at around Mach 6.

Universal Mastery of All Weapons: Fifty years, fifty years did Solomon train himself to master every weapon placed in his hands. This training has gifted him mastery of all weapons made by man and some races of elf-kin. This mastery of weaponry is so encompasing that weapons that he's never held before are easy for him to utilize on the field of battle.

Weapon Trickery: Any weapon that Solomon carries on his person can be interchanged without movement, should he so wish to do so. This is an instantaneous process, allowing him to change up his fighting style repeadly without risk of exposure.

Equipment: All weapons that are not expressly stated to be made of another materail are made from crucible forged steel. Made from high quality iron ore, mined from a secluded location in the mountains. Each weapon has been treated repeatedly so they do not give under his strength.

Abisha, The Perfect Blade: MADE FROM PLOT-TANIUM ALLOY!!! No, really. This blade was forged from boron steel, crafted in an environment of pure argon gas to prevent any possible imperfections. It was heated and folded 1,000 times until it became impossible to fold the blade any further with human strength. Struck with a hammer until it was bent into the shape of a cavalry sabre. Its handle is made from Quebracho wood, dyed black and wrapped with the skin of a shark. The skin is wrapped in silk, folded in a similar process to the wrappings of a katana. The middle of the handle has a perfectly shaped palm swell to fit the hand of practically any who uses the blade, it is comfortable to hold in your hand without risk of slipping. The hand guard is rounded to overlap the user's hand and protect it from accidentally being nicked in the middle of combat. This is made from crucible steel and hammered to bend just enough to prevent it from touching the user's hand. The blade itself is three feet long with a slight curve at the end of it. It is a single edged sword. The edge is keen enough to cleanly slice through flesh and bone without knicking, it can trade blows with lesser swords and carve deep wounds into them. This blade was not originally Solomon's, he participated in the previous Everlasting Arena and left with this blade in hand from a fallen foe. He lost half of his arsenal that day, but he left with a fantastic blade for his collection.

Gladius: A short and sharp blade on an even shorter handle, this deceptively small blade has been the end to many foes who underestimated its deadliness due to its length. It is about 11 inches long and two inches wide, it is a deathly tool.

Kerambit: A six inch long curved dagger utensil, designed for cleanly cutting into flesh and leaving deep wounds in flesh. To cause pain and blood loss in its victims.

Hakapik: A short handled hook weapon, designed to dig into targets and punch holes in organs. Quickly killing them with sharp trauma to important areas like the heart or brain. The blade is roughly 8 inches long, on a 12 inch snakewood handle.

Dory Spear: A 10 foot long spear with a short 5 inch leaf shaped spearhead on the end, counterbalanced with a metal weight on the opposing end. Designed to be utilized behind a shield or among the ranks of a phalanx.

Engraved Leather Sling: A 22 inch long, three inch wide strap of soft treated leather. A simple tool with a simple purpose, however, this sling is his deceptive pride and joy. Along the inside of this simple leather strap are six runes, written in elvish tongues. Anything loaded into this sling and thrown shall accelerate 10 times the speed of the user's greatest throw. (About 3020 mph.)

Knobkerrie: A three foot long rod with 2 inch thickness, the end of it swells to around 5 inches. It is made from snakewood, a notoriously hard wood that has been heat treated to intensify its strength. Used to knock people off of their balance with quick strikes to the joints.

Morning Star: A foot long metal rod with leather binding around the handle, at the end of the handle is a large seven by seven inch sphere of metal with long spikes protruding from the center. A prime tool for penetrating armor and breaking bones. The head weighs 40 lbs.

Chakram: A circular blade with a handle through the center, designed to be thrown at an opponent.

Maul: A huge metal hammer with a big blocky head, the handle is roughly five feet long, the head is one foot tall and wide, and it is two feet long. It is used to crush armor, bones, and organs with long arching swings. It weighs roughly 230 lbs.

Dragon Beard Hook: This is a stel hook, with four large outwards pointing claws. The base of the hook is barbed with smaller and sharper hooks. This is attached to a 15 foot long chain. This is a weapon used to snare enemies and cause severe wounds to the flesh, preventing them from fleeing battle.

Kusari-Gama: A sickle of steel with a snakewood handle. Attached to the base of the handle is a thin chain, roughly 12 feet long with a heavy metal weight on the end of it, filled with lead to increase its weight. The weight is 1 lb.

Halberd: The weapon of choice for cavalry, an 8 foot long staff with a broad curved axe-like head on the end with a long spearhead attached. Allowing for swinging and stabbing with the heafty head.

History:
Solomon's tale is both long and short, and too boring for normal folks to occupy themselves with. To summarize it is the best way to go.

He was adopted and raised by a Jewish-American family in the early 1900s, they gave him a good first 20 years of his life and set him on his way with a significant amount of money with him. He used this startup money to adventure the world for a bit. Somewhere about a month in, his adventures took a sour turn when he was mugged by a gang of robbers in the southern end of the Ottoman Empire. (This was less than a year before it dissolved, fun fact.) He was stabbed in the gut and the chest by one of the muggers. Just before everything went black, he was saved by a young man with a completely shaved head. This young man brought him to the 'temple' where he was raised. It wasn't really a temple it was practically a castle.

This temple took him in, treated his wounds, and took interest in him for surviving the wounds. They offered him a way to survive further battles, and to show him a world that was vastly different from his own.

Needless to say, he took this up and trained with them for fifty solid years under the tutelage of the previous master of weapons. Retiring 50 years later, after he had mastered his art.

After retiring he took to the Everlasting Arena, I mean why not. When you've become as powerful as him in his old age. During the previous annual Everlasting Tournament he obtained the perfect sword, it cost him so many of his weapons but in the end he was rewarded with a masterwork sword from a time ahead of his own. He along with the other extremes teamed up near the end of the last Arena to defeat the higher tiered opponents and walk home the uncontested champions of the Arena.

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

@Takashi I'm having a difficult time interpreting your movement, since if you moved under the elbow swing he would have already moved past Tanzo. This would put Brighton's back at Tanzo's front, the two of them wouldn't be facing eachother.

Arena Chat Thread

I've got it, the Wayward Fragment of Wrath.

The sheet will be up in a few hours, The Fragment is actually component to a much more powerful character who is multiple entities. The Wayward Fragment is separated from the rest of the network, and is significantly mutated and weaker than the rest. You'll find it interesting, I'm sure.

Arena Chat Thread

Want to give Sukoh a whirl? You know, the colossal spirit bear. Or would you like a more conventional creature? I've got an entire bestial compendium of nonhumanoid creatures, so if you name off a theme I'll probably have it.

Edit By theme I mean type of creature, magical, reptilian. Yknow.

Arena Chat Thread

I've got monsters, @MelonHead, but it depends on your preference for monsters. Whether they be giant beasts or eldritch horrors, ya know.