Rilla

[Ranked] Four Way: Convergence of Power

His chat with Shangrul was abruptly cut short when Liaison sensed the tell-tale energies of the elusive Dreamers in the Lobby. "I wonder which has arrived as a liaison," he chuckled, thinking he was clever, "for the Queen of Dreamers." He didn't have to wait long to find out, as the distinct signs of the aura alluded to one man, Skallagrim the Cughtagh.

It was little wonder that the records of all history, and almost perfect scouts, were decidedly going to be present at the proceedings, after all, they had been among the first to come up with the idea to host this. It wasn't Skallagrim himself, but an ambitious Xindi named Futhrim. He had to be upset that Skallagrim was chosen for the task of watching the proceedings. A small chuckle left Liaison's lips before he bowed respectfully to the Presidentess, and turned.

The room was slowly filling up, with some notable names but very few were as interesting as the Cughtagh himself. Yet, the man hadn't entered the room yet, and thus, wasn't as imperative to his attention as the Spirit Beast King, Rosuto. The man was regarded as a legend in many circles, and the only man here that irked Liaison.

"Liaison," Rosuto said, as he looked up from the futuristic viewing monitor he was seated before.

"King," Liaison replied without returning the look.

"When will you finally accept an animal?"

"When you finally love your son... s."

He could feel the sneer Rosuto gave him, such was Rosuto's disdain for both of his sons. He couldn't blame him for one, the one who hadn't revealed his name since birth, and had become quite the troublemaker. Nasty abilities.

Before Rosuto could form a reply, Liaison's head tilted towards the door where the feline-esque woman, Fe'raalah, a relatively new hire, led in and introduced, Skallagrim the Cughtagh. "Ahh, welcome bac..."

The Sculptor had arrived, and brought with him the type of narcissism and arrogance that had put him at odds with the Dreamers. "And I send them my own. Surely they'll finally open up to working with me after this display. Mutually beneficial and all." Liaison replied, before letting his eyes dart to Skallagrim.

Taking a step back, he eyed Shangrul, who'd already hacked into the Lobby and was looking at a holographic, 3D version of the lobby on one screen, and watching an old cartoon; one he recognized as 'Teen Titans'. Humorous.

His eyes turned to Rosuto, who was eyeing the Cughtagh. He'd mentioned before that Skallagrim's spirit was that of a Red-Tailed Hawk named Nattfari, but much like Liaison, the Dreamer's didn't much interact with the world, so they hadn't been united. Those same eyes turned to Kaelin, the newly arrived. What was Rosuto thinking...

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

And now I have the potential for two more! Huzzah! The Hunter and Speed Hell!

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

Sekki: Years after dying, Dyayun was approached by a mute, white haired man, whom - in an abnormally deep voice - called himself Joseph. Joseph promised to return him to life, as well as take him to a new teacher, one that could teach him a new move - one that would surely give him the edge over Tre'Yan. He hadn't asked for anything in return, but Dyayun knew there had to be a catch. He agreed anyway. Vengeance often overruled personal safety.

The teacher he had been promised, was a deceased boxer known as Alexandro 'The Hunter' Cabnaro. The Hunter had been one of the world's foremost defensive boxers in the known giga-verses, winning titles all over the known existence with simple techniques, godly basics, and what some considered just a hint of magic. The man evidently owed Joseph a favor and thus would teach him just that hint of magic.

Hunter was appallingly vicious in the ring for a defensive fighter, his counter punches alone had often stopped Dyayun dead in his tracks, nearly killing the dead man each time. Dyayun still didn't respect counter punching, or defensive boxers in general, but he had to begrudgingly admit - fighting the Hunter hurt.

Finally, Hunter decided to teach him what he called Sekki, also known as Bloodlust. It was essentially a feint that, after the opponent experiences the pinnacle of power of the opponent, makes the opponent think that another such punch is coming. Once they do, they're more likely to defend or try and counter, leaving them open to a devestating counter and potential knock out.

Dyayun took to it like a fish in water, quickly coming to master the technique.

Speed Hell: After dying, Tre'Yan was granted the chance to compete in an Undead Boxing tournament, hosted by a creature named Liaison, who claimed he couldn't be touched. Tre'Yan faced opponents from all over existence, including men that owuld be in higher weight classes than him, by far. The point of the tournament was that Liaison had grown found of boxing, after watching a particularly vicious fight between the American Bryan Hawk and the Japanese Takamura.

The prize wasn't money nor fame, but a granted wish from Liaison who would call in any number of favors to grant it. Tre'Yan made it to the final round with all knockouts, and had been knocked down only once. The final round was particularly dangerous, as his opponent was a mirror image of Dyayun, but lacked the power and rough grace of the man. Still, he hit like a truck and nearly knocked Tre'Yan out twice.

Eventually Tre'Yan won with a very sharp, crisp one-two punch that he had finally perfected. He wished for more speed, and was granted it. In a roundabout way. Liaison sent him off to meet the legendary boxer of Ghurth giga-multiverse, a man by the name of Gufth "Speed Hell" Xumi, the distant cousin of their current Presidentess, Shangrul Xumi. The man was nice, and talked a lot about his past bouts, especially ones with a man he referred to as 'The Hunter'.

Gurth oft wore thick padding, even in the admittedly high heat of the day - several hundred degrees above zero was considered a cool day, and a thousand flat was considered mildly warm. When finally getting down to what Tre'Yan had come for, he constructed a ring and went about boxing Tre'Yan.

Now, Tre'Yan was a fast man, and started out fine - even surpising Gufth with his acceleration. Eventually, however, he was starting to get left behind by Gufth, to the point where he could not even defend against the shots that were seemingly coming from everywhere. For five years this went on, with Tre'Yan steadily getting faster, or rather, his body reacting faster. When he finally overcame Gufth, the man revealed beneath his attire was several thousand pounds of weights.

Tre'Yan, shocked as he were, realized how outclassed he was - but fortunately, didn't have to box the man without weights. The man started teaching him what was known as 'Speed Hell', a technique that accelerated the body to a high level of speed, that seemed to spawn after images of the user that appear around the opponent, making incoming hits unpredictable. It starts by moving a full speed from side to side, while throwing as many feints as possible. With his natural hand and foot speed, Tre'Yan was able to master the technique.

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So I took the time to update their magics, though you don't have to use Speed Hell if you don't want too.

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

A slight shock went through Dyayun as his punch went long, and ended up catching Tre'Yan back behind the ear. It was known as a Rabbit Punch, and it had been instilled in him, as well as many other would be boxers that it was a highly illegal punch. It could cause significant damage to a person's mental state.

Thankfully there was no referee here to call him on the accidental hit. Even he, a villian in the eyes of many between the ropes and outside them, wouldn't want to catch a victory like that.

Another thing that caused a shock was the speed at which he moved. He hadn't asked for the infamous 'Speed Hell', and was almost certain that he hadn't actually moved at a speed high enough to constitute it. Dyayun was perfectly fine contributing it to his reflexes than any sort of magical enchancement. Either way, he'd have to go back to Joseph, the Imaginist, who had returned him to life and shown him to the man who taught him Sekki, Alexandro 'The Hunter' Cabanro, and put hands on him. The smarmy mute bastard had added more to the deal.

Tre'Yan's voice cut through his thoughts.

Dyayun looked across at the man, and did a significant guts pose; left hand raised in the air, left side of his body exposed. "That was for killing me." Dyayun literally growled out towards Tre'Yan, before returning back to the stance he adopted earlier - switch hitter. He didn't like the rabbit punch, but what could he say? Appearances.

Tre'yan was close, very close and that was what Dyayun had wanted since the start of the bout. Maybe Rabbit Punching wasn't so bad after all. Tre'yan's fists came like a bullet! The first was a left jab that Dyayun barely managed to block by shifting his right side to the fore. Damn it, that hurt! He dropped the hand, seemingly under the guise that the pain had overwhelmed him.

The second shot, however, was a dozy. Dipping up inside his left guard, the unavoidable shot collided heavily with his chin. For a moment, Dyayun wasn't afraid to admit, he may have went blank - working purely off intuition and honed skill to keep on his feet. Had another shot came like that to follow up, however, Dyayun would have been flat on his back.

He had to prevent that.

Life came back to his eyes as though they'd never left and his left hand, in keeping in tune with the right, dropped down like his guard had been broken.

Alas, it wasn't. Dyayun stepped in with a vengeance. Hunched over, still, from the first blow that came, his attack was aimed low. His right came first, arching in a hooking fashion to the left side of Tre'yan's body, a slight upward angle to place it right below the ribs. As though there were a mirror, albeit a slightly slower mirror, the left would come in within a fraction of a second, still slower than Tre'Yan, however, and aim to place a blow under the right side of Dyayun's ribs.

While Tre'yan had always had the speed, Dyayun had the power and these two blows were designed to cut down on several things. Taking out the body affected the legs and with Tre'Yan being an outboxer by nature, his legs were what he needed. In an in-fight that was doubly important. Power in an in-fight came from the sturdy base, Dyayun had that- but did Tre'Yan have enough training on the lower body to withstand two hammers cutting into him?

It was all a set up, however, hoping to break down Tre'Yan's guard for a vicious right hook that would set up the end.

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Since Vordak and IN already have the thread. DJ can take on Imaginary

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Also. Guys.

Check out the HQ, if you're in the ranks or interested in them. Particularly tournaments.

I would rather have opinions then run roughshod. #democracy #secretdictator

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By much less, he means zero.

I say give Imaginary the more experienced one and make it a true practice/mentoring thing.

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That would work better if the story going in is that two of them have come lookin' for training.

But, mostly it should be based off character experience and not player. I think two threads would be easier to manage, but you are right, it should be fine doin' it in one thread.

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You're all better off going for 1 on 1

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Cho just went toe to toe with a Gothi Viking, while being a war trained solider.

Be careful. He'll gut you.