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Arena Chat Thread

Alcohol consumption is essentially an acquired taste.

@GreivousKhan

Eh, it's a cultural thing in Britain, we have one of the strongest drinking cultures in the world.

Arena Chat Thread

Literally all alcohol tastes better the more you drink, that's how it works.

I start the night sipping my bottle of spirits gingerly alongside my cans of cider, I finish the night drinking out the bottle and passing out on the street.

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

Fury’s knee impacted Kanitah’s nose with devastating impact, but he wasn’t finished yet. As he dropped to the ground he carried his momentum forward into a downwards driving ‘super-man punch’ similarly at Kanitah’s face. With both feet on the ground he opened up with everything he had, an insane energy driven flurry of punches and mix-ups, throwing hooks jabs and crosses to the body and face and every other available option. There wasn’t anything calculated about it, no precise strikes to specific weak areas, Fury just unloaded a pre-practiced combination to unleash as many punches at his opponent while he was reeling.

After about five seconds of constant blows raining down upon Kanitah, in which time Fury could have easily launched over fifty punches across Kanitah’s body and face, Fury would have to accept that he couldn’t continue his combination at the risk of being countered and badly hurt himself. To finish off his vicious combination he would launch a pushing wave at his foe to drive him back and launch a powerful front kick.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

I remember your sand manipulating character, didn't know he was a Wraith though.

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

It never really started, Rilla just said he was waiting for you to send in a revised sheet or something.

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

Fury’s keen energy senses were aware of what was going on in Kanitah’s body and he smiled at the thought. This was what he had come for, a real fight, no more half measures. The Fireen’s own energy was pulsating rapidly and fluxuating to an almost painful degree as he used the pain of his past to fuel the battle of his future. It was not an easy process, to ignite his Unbridled Fury, usually it happened as a result of catastrophic damage or inherent catastrophe. It had to be that way, if he tried to use it every time he fought eventually someone would get wise and outrun him, burning him out and leaving him vulnerable.

They hadn’t yet though, everyone wanted to fight him blow for blow, Fury had that effect on people.

“Come on then Kantitah, fight for your worthless life, who the hell cares anymore.” Fury yelled, though there was hardly any distance between them anyway. Fury was still cold, but that didn’t matter just then, there was a fight to be had. He charged, hoping that Kanitah was busy engaging his power, cringing as each step brought waves of pain from his broken ribs. As he reached him he leapt, forcing himself off the ground with his left foot, bending his right leg and launching himself straight at Kanitah with a vicious flying knee to the head or chest, depending on how he stood or reacted.

To the Screams of the Roman Mob

Brennus looked his opponent up and down in amazement, looking upon what could possibly be the tallest woman he’d ever seen. She was even taller than him if his eye was as good as he thought, though it would be difficult to know for sure from a distance. He also noted her weapons and more importantly, her armour. Nothing compared to the Spartan he had faced a few weeks prior, but certainly better equipped than he himself. It was possible that she could match him in agility, with that light armour and a woman’s natural flexibility, though Brennus had fought only a few women in his time, he was not a fool as to underestimate one. Hell, he had participated in an uprising led by Boudicca herself, though even she was less physically impressive than this opponent of his, paler too.

He grinned then, suddenly, sharp teeth shining more obviously than usual as his Roman masters had forced him to shave his moustache, as the women that visited the Arena found it unseemly. Bastards, parting a Briton from his facial hair was a heinous crime. He settled about twenty feet from his foe as she drew herself into a fairly standard spear and shield stance, knocked his spear shaft into the side of his large shield a few times, and then charged.

When he reached an effective range to strike, which considering his reach and spear-length was about seven to eight feet, he finalised his charge with one more step forward on his left foot and shot out a cursory under-arm lunge towards his foe’s right side, testing her reflexes. The spear point would probably only just scrape the inside of her right arm if she barely moved, or cut her right side, but it was from far enough out that it would be hard pressed to impale her flesh. As he lunged he bent his left knee, with his right foot facing out and behind him, his shield covering his similarly lowered body as he unconsciously mimicked his foe’s stance.

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

Pretty sure you just challenged Fury to a whose backstory is saddest competition, YOU HAD NO HOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

“Daughter, huh?” Fury didn’t say much while Kanitah poured his heart out over the situation, giving the man some space with what little honour remained behind the shell of Fury. If an outsider was somehow aware of the amount of willpower required to resist the Void’s hunger day in and day out they might see another side to Fury. It was truly a wonder he was not wholly consumed by violence.

“Freaks like me?” Fury stood there dumbstruck, though he’d always known deep down that the moment the Void had taken over his body and nestled itself within his ‘soul’ he wasn’t the same, he was only looking for justice, justice for a planet torn down and destroyed when it might have otherwise survived. Was he the bad guy then? He clenched his fists with a grimace.

You don’t have to explain yourself to this pathetic creature, end its life, tear its machine from its body and consume it all, you need it to destroy… him.

The Void egged him on with all its power, his muscles tensing as he fought to maintain control over his own body. The voice which emanated from Fury was not that multi-layered crescendo one usually expected from him… it was the man’s voice without the Void.

“You failed your daughter, Kanitah, and you know nothing of me as I know nothing of you.” Fury gritted his teeth. “You don’t know why I’m here, what I must do, you don’t even know my real name.” He almost looked down in disgrace. “You don’t understand that I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve been given, you just see the mask, what you call Fury.” He looked crestfallen. “My name is Manadar Rane, I am the last of the Fireen, and my planet Antire was destroyed. The creature known as Skallagrim took everyone I ever knew and loved and killed them all.

Fury’s eyes lit up with blue fire, raising his head as an overwhelming burst of energy emanated from him in one huge wave.

“I never got to meet my child Kanitah, at least you had the chance.” He clenched his right fist and stared at Kanitah, and if the man was ever going to fear Fury then truly that was the moment he would feel it.

“So, where do we go from here…” His voice had taken on that multi-layered ethereal quality it had usually as the Void reasserted itself after a ruthless internal battle. “There’s something inside of me that wants you dead Kanitah, nothing personal but I don’t think half measures are going to cut it this time.”

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

Shit man, you might hurt Fury's feelings.