Rilla

Arena FAQ/Advice

Okay i need some advice:
Either i can have a parasitic character that that can jump inside an ally and add their healths together and boost stats and stuff and can use his abilities through his ally
or
i ccan have a parasitic character that can sit away from the fight, but be almost completely helpless stat-wise and can use its abilities through allies and can transfer health from himself to his ally(but only by physical contact).

@Bartimaeus

It seems, on the second one, physical contact counteracts sitting far off.

[Ranked] Rilla vs Bartimaeus

When he didn't see blood dripping down from the ceiling or the carcass of Kray thumping against the ground before him, Stalker understood his shot had missed. The chandelier dropped to the ground and shattered its glass contents all over the floor. His opponent had somehow shown the nimbleness to escape off a perch up high, and the speed to avoid a shot that surely would have taken him out. The dossier had not given this particular bit of information.

Stalker shrugged off the surprise, and readied his Light once more and edged into a slow walk, following Kray. The creature had slipped down another hallway.

Perfect.

Just Perfect.

He breathed deeply, and turned, pressing his back against the wall. No way of actually knowing whether or not Kray stood in wait, or had scurried on down the hall. Might as well play it safe. He didn't become this renowned by being stupid; just sinister, and really... really smart.

The light danced again, and another rune was activated. Three of me, One of thee. A clone of his appeared to his left, and with a nod, headed down the hall way; illuminated by the lights along the wall.

Hopefully Kray didn't go too far into the rabbit hole.

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True, but it could have always went the way many literature and games take it - with water being basically over fire.

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<Snipped quote by MelonHead>

Being specifically designed to resist heat is troublesome for my heat based character to fight. I don't mind loosing battles but it would be best if we did a nonranked if you want this matchup.

@ImportantNobody

Didn't you guys have a ranked fight with fire vs water?

[Ranked] Rilla vs Bartimaeus

The Stalker approached the intersection of the Hallows, carefully picking his way down the hall in order to find an appropriate place to scout for his mark, Kray. What he hadn't expected was to stumble across the creature, coming down one of the halls that formed the intersection.

Another thing he hadn't expected was to be accosted by the creature, who obviously should have laid down and died on the spot - for all the time he had spent waiting for him. The creature fired an errant shot from some type of weapon, prompting Stalker to dodge to the left side; though it was probably not needed. The shot wasn't aimed, apparently, and fired wide to the right, far from where he was standing anyway.

As he came up, he lost sight of the creature, and unraveled the Light at the End of the String. Once it dropped completely to the ground, it started swing left and right. What little light it produced didn't cause the man to appear, but it hadn't needed too. The creature, despite it's size, managed to somehow get from the ground to the ceiling - evident by the tell-tale sound of the chandelier.

He stopped himself from immediately attacking. Why had his opponent leaped to the air, instead of continuing down the quiet hall? Did he suspect that Stalker had not heard the clanking in the quiet area? He wanted to test it out. Stalker swung the light outward, causing the light to glow somewhat brightly.

With a flick of the wrist, the line snapped taut and he flickered it up towards the chandelier. An explosive blast of energy, with the base power of three full sticks of dynamite. It was enough to massacre anyone who took the hit directly, unless they were exceptionally durable. Did that apply to Kray? He did not know. It would be interesting to find out.

Tre'Yan vs Dyayun: The Return of the Dead Champion

There are times, after taking a overhand rainbow shot to the jaw and chin where even a veteran fighter can forget that range is a factor of many things, the main component and arguably the only one that matters, is the length of a fighters arm. In this case, Dyayun had underestimated his own range, and connected with the jab that he sent to test the range. An inexperienced fighter would have took this as a sign to switch to a favorable style or follow up with something massive, but against Tre'Yan that would have been a death sentence.

Well, Dyayun supposed, he didn't have to worry about dying. But losing, well, that was worse. In their last bout, there had been no quarter given to either fighter, so even though he lost - he lost on his feet. He died. Tre'Yan survived. And in their state now of Undeath, Tre'Yan would just have to kill him again if he wanted to win. Could Tre'Yan, the sweet young boxer with all the potential in the world, with all the skill in the world, with all the heart in the world, be able to take another life.

He might not be able too.

Dyayun, on the other hand, could.

The jab, even exploratory, was packed with power and connected even though Tre'Yan did what he could to prevent the maximum damage he could have sustained. The blow still had an effect, and Tre'Yan, whose footwork and speed were paramount to his success had been given a flutter in his knees. Something like that was crucial, as it meant he was affecting the legs of his opponent, which would drastically cut down how quick the man was on his toes. That would be another advantage if Dyayun could get the fight in close.

There was no time for celebration, as just a moment later, a left uppercut rocketed into his body, just under his right rib cage. He didn't know what Tre'Yan was thinking, but if it were along the lines of an unexpected punch hurting, then it was right on the money.

Without time to register the blow properly, another jab was coming - this time from the right - his left. His body dodged to the left side, on the outside of the blow - with a quickness that was quick, but was not a match for the quickness Tre'Yan would have been able to unleash. He could literally feel the wind cutting across his cheek.

A boxer was trained to attack whenever the guard was down and Dyayun was no different, even if he hated the concept of what many considered 'true boxing.' That training had led to what Dyayun hoped would be what he needed to unlock his ability to use Sekki. With his dodge, he pivoted the right side of his body, using the balls of his feet to turn, and his hips for added measure and rocketed off a vicious straight right to the face of Tre'Yan. He could feel it, this was the punch he was looking for - something that packed a wallop.

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Summoning powers on fleek!

Actually reading people's posts.

Reading posts in a game you are in should happen. If there is a lot of people, then reading the ones that are directly related to you(Or your area) should happen. If it doesn't, then the mistakes will be glaring and you can usually pick them out of the line-up.

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Pssst @Wei Phoenix. you know, you don't have to lurk. Come talk to us.

Come talk to us. xD

[Rilla vs. Impaqt] The Demon Elf vs. The Prismatic Archer

The moments ticked away as Adinraen held the decapitated head aloft, letting the blood drip down. Statuesque in his stance, the Demon Elf could have held the stance for what would seem like eternity.

Finally, however, a man holding what seemed like a bow exited the tower opposite him. Even from this distance, he could see the effect the dismembered head of Xumum had on his assassin. Adinraen tilted his head to the right, and cast a mocking smile - what effect, mentally, would it have over the course of the attempt? Would it cause the man to be hasty, for surely the company was not so hateful. Would he make mistakes? Or would he be distant, cold, and uncaring.

Observing the man they had sent second, his eyes turned towards the bow he held. This man, he surmised, was predominantly an archer and therefore a ranged fighter. There were ways to deal with such people, and that was at their own game.

Alas, from atop the tower he had nary any access to the nature below him in which to retrieve his deadly bow. It mattered little, in hindsight, as there was no chance he wouldn't be able to reach the ground and pull free his wretched weapon of death.

Casting a sidelong look at the severed head, and then pulling his eyes back to his unnamed adversary, Adinraen elected to begin their dance. His energies began to seep from him to the ground. Already his dominance was taking hold, but he could not yet make use of it. With a forest, perhaps, but this was not what he was accustomed to - no - a mountain was different, but not the polar opposite, like say Fire. He would need a few more moments.

Almost at the drop of a hat, he ducked back into the tower and hustled down the steps to the ruin below. A glance back, and the glass that wasn't glass, revealed that his opponent were now a shimmering green mass of life. Such strange properties, both advantageous and disadvantageous. He quickly withdrew one of his Bone Blades.

Two heads would be a quite nice addition to his infamous necklace of skulls.