Rilla

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What, that's all the people Rilla wants to fight? Damn.

Me and Rilla have never actually had a 1v1 for reelz.

I am the man.

@MelonHead

Short list galore.

Hey! Looks get you far.

Don't hate you people hype me up for no reason.

#rad

Arena Chat Thread

<Snipped quote by Rilla>

What is this about?

@MelonHead

You are ranked #1, which means you are the man to beat, though if I win my current fights, I'll be #1, I think.

But still, "To be the man, you gotta beat the man." And you, Melon, are the man.

Arena Chat Thread

Ranked has nothing to do with writing. xD

Hahaha

But yes, DJ, I'm super interested in adding your head to my collection facing off against you.

Arena Chat Thread

So it's looking like my projected fight card is now:

Negotiations Not Yet Opened:

@DJAtomika - Non-Ranked(I think you're not on the roster, yet)
@Melonhead - Ranked
@ImportantNobody - Ranked
@Sword - When I have less cards on my schedule, perhaps. I'm interested to see how Alphonse holds up against the character you're using for the 2v2. I'll get the name in a second.

Negotiations Partially Opened:

@Skallagrim - We've been in quite a few recently, so I think while the talks are there, it'll be a good bit before we visit each other again. - Ranked tho.

Not counting my Bestial Key bouts.

2 v 2! The Birth of Two Newbs

Mhm, we aren't jackasses if that is what you are getting at. xD

@Gundriver

Are you sureeeeee? Honest and foretrue?

Arena Chat Thread

There is a cure for that.

[Ranked] Rilla vs Bartimaeus

He didn't have to be present to know his clone had been dispatched, though he wouldn't know how. Stalker smiled his sweet smile, would it confuse Kray again, trick him into revealing himself?

The Midnight Stalker turned down another hall way, this one leading to his left. He swung his light outward, illuminating the hall way. The game was quickly changing, and Stalker, for all his mute killing intent, was getting annoyed with the crafty goblin that managed to survive so long.

He decided he needed to hunker down.

His surviving clone was quickly making its way back to Stalker; an essential part of the plan.

Picking a dark room, he slid in and hid by the door; out of sight of anyone walking past, as the shadows consumed him.

If there was anything Stalker was masterful at, it was the art of patience, and waiting for his prey to come to him. Such sweet sorrow, in hindsight, as the goblin could have been a remarkable partner, if his prowess with drugs were to be believed. He hid the light well, not wanting to give anything away.

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

The words whispered by Tre'Yan lit a fire under the belly of Dyayun, the man simply had to die and there was nothing to be done for it. Had he simply kept his mouth shut the fight would have progressed, but the combination of the taunt and the clenching, well, that caused the non-existent blood within him to boil and boil as his anger raged out.

Before he could react, he was rocked by a shot to the body and to the head; Tre'Yan was using his superior hand speed to get in for the kill, even at this close range. Attempting to keep the fight at a distance was always the plan for Tre'Yan, but today, there would be no distance, not for the duration of the fight.

Dyayun's eyes darted towards Tre'Yan, his head dipping just a tad. The left rocketed towards him, his shoulders sliding upward, left hand tucked in close to the body, after the two rights that thudded into his body.

Oh Tre'Yan, for all the promise you possessed, you had to choice this moment to show your arrogance.

With his right hand just outside the left of his opponent, Dyayun allowed his shoulders to do the work. His opponents left hand's blow was absorbed by the lifted shoulders.

In truth, Dyayun didn't think Tre'Yan realized what exactly happened, where he had went wrong. Dyayun did, and that was why he had been champion, and that his loss against Tre'Yan was a fluke, as was his death.

Taking the smallest of breaths, Dyayun dropped his left shoulder, and rolled it to the fore, down and up. The resultant attack was an explosive uppercut, aimed to cut off the right hook that Tre'Yan had aimed to throw. Dyayun didn't hesitate, there was no feint - the uppercut was designed to harness all the power he could spare for his left arm, especially considering the good bit of damage he had suffered as recently as a few hits back.

The uppercut was a set up to the finisher Dyayun would set up, even if he couldn't make use of Sekki. The goal was simple, blow Tre'Yan's head back and put it in position for the right hook. No sooner than the Uppercut would land, Dyayun would step in and release his right hand and all it's vengeful fury into a single right hook that was aimed at Tre'Yan's chin.

Good night, sweet Prince;
Beware the King of Boxing;
Beware the Dyayun.

2 v 2! The Birth of Two Newbs

<Snipped quote by Skallagrim> That's generally how we roll, and I appreciate you commending us for it. Many people are either just outright not willing to work with us, or accuse us of being 'egotists' based solely on the degree of power our characters -can- possess, hence why we have never actually settled down anywhere. But this place so far has been very accomodating, and even has characters matching our meta, something that is VERY rare.

And there are actually more of us, friends and Drivers alike, though they have had very bad run-ins with past forum communities(hence the whole us never settling anywhere thing) and thus are far more stand-offish than we are. So far you are giving me a lot of good things to report to them.

@Sword

In general, so long as all parties are agreeable and the like, and aren't all "WEll, we do it this way in this place, so we aren't gonna do it this way in this place', we generally get along with everyone who wants to come in and have a good time.

Skally is right though, like him I've seen the whole roving band of fighters that come in, attempt to wreck shit(because lolbeater'onehereweduhbest), and then leave.

[Ranked] Rilla vs Bartimaeus

YEah.

You just killed one.

The other went down an opposite hallway, and the real stalker continued forward.