MelonHead

The Guardian and The Ghoul (Ranked fight at The Ambassador's Ball)

@Rilla can I get an opinion on the cutting a musket-ball in half defence, I'm pretty sure it's only just physically possible to move your body in that fashion, but more importantly I don't think cutting the musket-ball in half is plausible (or would even help, as presumably the ball would carry its momentum forward in two equally dangerous fragments.)

Deflecting the ball would probably be possible from front on (although with an ordinary steel sword I feel like the effects would be unpredictable) but the circumstances are a little dubious, as you can read.

Just thought I'd let you have a gander before I continue on.

If you would like to reconsider your defence before Rilla can be bothered to look over it in his official judging capacity go ahead Rush, I don't much care for gaining an advantage from my opening attack, I'd just prefer a plausible defence.

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Fun fact. I wouldn't be one of those judges. Hahaha. A win is a win is a win. I may tell you that you did almost everything better, but ultimately if you lose you lose.

@Rilla

It's sort of the equivalent of rewarding the Persians for 'defeating' the Greeks at the hot gates though, technically they did win, but they still lost.

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I like the idea of a separate point system, but ultimately winning a fight tends to sway any judging in your favour regardless.

Like Rilla said, it only tends to become necessary in a stalemate situation.

If a judge feels like a fighter has allowed themselves to lose despite having outshone their opponent in enjoyment, writing skill, and more importantly perhaps fighting as their character, then perhaps they can interject at that point and overrule the victory. There have been times when I've fought opponents who have fought in character so well they have deserved to win, and only lost because they refused to abandon the point of RPing just to win a fight.

The Guardian and The Ghoul (Ranked fight at The Ambassador's Ball)

Isaac watched with trepidation as the bodyguard ran straight towards him, his body shaking in fear.

Dropping the handkerchief had been another amusing Highwayman trick, freeing his hands as they snuck incognito under his jacket, hands resting upon the well-used handles of two flintlock pistols. Jesu, this man seemed to want to die, Isaac thought fervently, watching the man carry out pretty close to ever action he had predicted up until this point. The cry from behind him was telling, the bodyguard was constrained by rules of conduct that Isaac himself was free from. Easy to predict, easy to counter, better to eliminate this obstacle here and now while it was easy.

What he hadn’t expected was for the guard to leap high and clear over him, and Isaac couldn’t quite believe his luck. With people running every which way it may have been difficult to ensure he could shoot his foe if he had both feet on the ground, but when one is sailing through the air it’s fairly difficult to change direction. Isaac had heard people could peg birds with the more accurate muskets being produced every-day. With two flintlocks at this distance against a target as large as a man? Child’s play, even with his hands shaking.

He had drawn the moment Guardian’s foot touched the ground and prepared to force himself airborne. Even with his moment of surprise Isaac had still turned around and brushed some paper out of the way, both flintlocks levelled and the hammers already dropped. His target still some distance before the ground, maybe six feet away, and the weapons discharged near simultaneously, bucking in his left hand and causing one shot to swing just wide of his intended target. The musket balls sailed through the air with unerring speed, and the shot from his right weapon seemed ready to hit its mark, dead centre through the man’s spine as he was close to landing.

The second shot careered off and caught the nobly fighting King clear through the chest, he fell back with surprise on his white face. Isaac smiled.

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@MelonHead he can still have his sword, thats no problem, and maybe you can make his flintlocks into badass modern day custom musket style pistols or whatever. and Zai matsu isnt ridiculosly strong with the suit, Id say 2.5 strength and speed of his normal human body, he is technically super human but still very mortal.

@Dynamo Frokane

You can see Isaac's modern day equipment in his CS, if you still want to fight him with this load-out you can.

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@MelonHead Melon, my good friend, I'm calling you out(Ranked):
I pit my Zai Matsu Vs your Ghoul in the new 'Broken Dojo' stage?

lemme know

@Dynamo Frokane

Part of the dynamic of my Ghoul character is that he was going to change depending on the time period he fights, obviously because it doesn't make sense for him to still be carrying flintlocks and a steel sword into the modern day.

If I write up his modern day equipment/apparel and add it to his CS I think he would be better matched with your ninja. At the moment I can't see any of his weapons realistically being able to damage your character, even if they do hit.

If you're still cool with fighting modern day Isaac then we can do this, I'll add the adjustments asap.

Also, if you are interested in fighting Isaac still, how much exactly does your character's suit increase his physical capabilities? At the moment I'd say in weaponry, skill and equipment your character has Isaac beat, if he's significantly stronger and faster as well it might be a little bit of a non-contest.

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@Melonhead, @rush99999 whose the judge for you guys fight?

@Rilla

I'll just grab one if we need them, not every fight devolves into complaining and bitching.

Well, now that I think about it...

You or Skally can judge it if you're free.

The Guardian and The Ghoul (Ranked fight at The Ambassador's Ball)

Isaac’s hand drew the smooth white handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish and he raised it to his face, obscuring a bitter smile.

Unsurprisingly, Guardian had reacted to his all too obvious assassination attempt. Isaac was hesitant to assume that this suggested naivety, not with his reputation, it was more likely he just did not care if he killed an innocent bystander who happened to be blowing his nose, on the off chance that he had instead been drawing a sword. It had taken Guardian some time to flank around Isaac, not by ordinary human standards, but by the standards of Vampire. So, just before the blade plunged towards his neck it was easy to feign tripping, his face turning in mock surprise to watch the glistening blade slide over his head, slicing a single strand of black hair free. Chaos was erupting around him even as he hit the ground and seemingly clumsily rolled over his right shoulder, hoping the lack of any weapon or skill would throw the guard off, for, as he reassured himself, he had no real interest in a confrontation here with no blood.

No blood. Damn the blood, he wouldn’t need it anyway.

He rose from his ungainly acrobatics quickly, perhaps the only trait betraying some small skill in his otherwise unimpressive display. He was half turned already towards his aggressor, but now he turned fully, the handkerchief dropping from his hand as he assumed a mock expression of abject terror, he didn’t even have to fake the shaking, wondering if it would divert the assassin’s attention elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he spotted an assassin diving from an upstairs balcony, down towards where he had last seen the Princess and the lowly King, it would seem he had some competition tonight.

Come on Guardian, your charge is in danger, he thought to himself, smiling inwardly even as he backed away from his would be murderer.

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In my experience, leaving when you encounter resistance is the sign of a poor debater and a poor combatant.

@Tuujaimaa

Hilarious

Do you insult everyone who has something better to do than debate text combat on the internet?

;)

The Guardian and The Ghoul (Ranked fight at The Ambassador's Ball)

Isaac had never really prided himself on being a particularly accomplished spy. His appearance was too unusual, it tended to stick in people’s minds, a poor quality in any aspiring participant of espionage. When he had a moment to really consider it, he wasn’t that accomplished at anything, being the best tactician or fighter held no interest to him, he preferred simple pleasures.

Business, business, he had to stop getting side tracked with these foolish periods of self-pity that seemed to be growing more common day by day. Back to the princess, who was still dancing with a worryingly guarded expression, as if engaging in combat. He supposed that was what politics was, some sort of wordy battle of wits, it was beyond him by some measure, but he had little else to do for some time but muse on concepts he had very little interest in. His eyes swept the people around the princess, looking for the more alert stare of a bodyguard. He certainly hadn’t expected to find one staring right back at him. His eyes immediately darted away, settling on a potted plant.

Was he made? Had he been spotted as a fraud, as a threat? What was the likelihood that the man, he presumed, knew who he was or what he was there for?
No, it was more likely he knew how to recognise the gaze of another with hostile intent, even when the expression was guarded. That was the problem with the blood, it picked at the wits, making it hard to hide one’s emotions. He stopped looking at the plant, realising probably too late that it wasn’t an ordinary thing to spend so much time looking at it.

“Alright mate, keep calm.” He muttered to himself, barely moving his lips as he looked back over at the man. He quickly took in his apparel, decided he wasn’t particularly interested in combat right then, and then began to wrack his brain for any information he had dug up prior to this night. Someone who had made him this quickly, provided he had, was someone with considerable skill. Someone like that working on the light side of the law was bound to have a reputation, was there someone like that in the Princess’ employ?

There was. He had a stupid name, more like a job title, Guardian or something along those lines. Apparently he was good at killing assassins, just his luck. Well, he hadn’t come to assassinate anyone, not tonight, but if he was asked it would be good to test beforehand just how formidable this guard of hers was. He began to move towards the princess, over-exaggerating his intent with some ease due to the natural shakiness of his body. He made his way towards her carefully, often glancing at the guard but mock assured by his own stealth. His right hand crept under his coat, seeking the hilt of the blade hidden by its length, the point at which any good bodyguard would make his move. He was just fifteen feet from the princess…