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OhmBetting. We bet our points and win points? Who do we win from? The house, the Arena house so to speak? Need to see the mechanics before I can comment one way or another.
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You guys should fight in the gargling fen. That will be interesting.
@DjAtomika Alright. Even though we are fighting, I feel it is my responsibility to point out the inherent weakness of the whole dancing thing. If you are in melee or CQB it will be relatively easy to interupt your actions. You may want to incorperate other actions to balance out the power of your kicks, which honestly take a long time to execute. Other than that I am having fun.
I cannot be the judge, I am knee deep in post-colonial native American literature. I am having a hard time with my fights as it to keep a decent schedule and provide my opponents a quality experience.
Get a judge, you'll need someone to keep an eye on this little encounter.
The teep hit, and it hit well, knocking the jackrabbit off balance and to the ground. An, normally would have closed the distance, stomping the man, and ending the fight then on to his business of hunting human offal. However, not this time, no this time he wanted to hurt the man. He wanted to punish him for his mockery, for his arrogance. Already An knew that the impact of gravity was having in the immediate area as the patrons of the bar moved slower, and it would become even slower as another shift in the gravitational field occurred. The patrons and the jackrabbit would feel as if they were carrying themselves as two full earth gravities now affected them.
The dancer was quick and well in control of his body, he turned the fall into a roll and stance, showing the man’s skill. An grinned as he shifted his stance, his legs bending slightly at the knees, his hands up and ready as he edged forward. There was no need to rush this; no this was a fight that required patience.
Shuffle closer, his feet barely touching the ground as the weight rested on the balls of his feet, An was wary, his eyes focused on the well-dressed dancer. Pausing in mid-stride, An stared as the man began dancing again. While it might seem fast, and quick it actually was slow; if the dancer wanted to shake, rattle and roll once An was in range he would be constantly under a barrage of the fists, elbows and knees of a Muay Thai fighter.
The jackrabbit jumped into the air and crashed down in a mighty stomp that caused the ground to shift and roll, similar to an earthquake. It caught An and the patrons by surprise as many, already weight down tumbled to the ground. An, for all his skill having been caught by surprise also struggled to maintain his balance. Dropping to a knee for a moment as he waited for the seismic activity to end, which it did mere seconds later, An kept his eyes on Johnny. The man, at a distance of six or seven feet, launched a snap kick then a roundhouse at An.
As the snap kick ended and the man began his roundhouse action, An was moving. Jackrabbit Johnny was not the only one who could roll. From his kneeling positon An rolled on his right shoulder towards his two o’clock, as he finished the roll his hands slapped the ground the same time his feet did, giving him the energy to launch himself into a standing position a scant four feet from the man and on his left flank. The man continued to move away from An, a smart move. That’s when An heard screams of pain. A quick glance towards the patrons where the cries had come from, he was surprised and shocked to see two burly men bowled over as if kicked. The force of the impact had lifted them off their feet and back into a table, knocking it over in the process. Another man had a bloody nose, most likely broken judging by the rising puffiness around his eyes.
The jackrabbit was able to channel energy for ranged strikes? Was it possible? An had never heard of it before, but then he was relatively new to the entire powered thing. Well that just meant An would have to stay close, not allow the man to use his range. A sly smile crossed his lips as he coiled his legs, the gravity would affect his opponent and that was his advantage he would be able to move easily while the increased weight slowed jackrabbit down.
The dancer was quick and well in control of his body, he turned the fall into a roll and stance, showing the man’s skill. An grinned as he shifted his stance, his legs bending slightly at the knees, his hands up and ready as he edged forward. There was no need to rush this; no this was a fight that required patience.
Shuffle closer, his feet barely touching the ground as the weight rested on the balls of his feet, An was wary, his eyes focused on the well-dressed dancer. Pausing in mid-stride, An stared as the man began dancing again. While it might seem fast, and quick it actually was slow; if the dancer wanted to shake, rattle and roll once An was in range he would be constantly under a barrage of the fists, elbows and knees of a Muay Thai fighter.
The jackrabbit jumped into the air and crashed down in a mighty stomp that caused the ground to shift and roll, similar to an earthquake. It caught An and the patrons by surprise as many, already weight down tumbled to the ground. An, for all his skill having been caught by surprise also struggled to maintain his balance. Dropping to a knee for a moment as he waited for the seismic activity to end, which it did mere seconds later, An kept his eyes on Johnny. The man, at a distance of six or seven feet, launched a snap kick then a roundhouse at An.
As the snap kick ended and the man began his roundhouse action, An was moving. Jackrabbit Johnny was not the only one who could roll. From his kneeling positon An rolled on his right shoulder towards his two o’clock, as he finished the roll his hands slapped the ground the same time his feet did, giving him the energy to launch himself into a standing position a scant four feet from the man and on his left flank. The man continued to move away from An, a smart move. That’s when An heard screams of pain. A quick glance towards the patrons where the cries had come from, he was surprised and shocked to see two burly men bowled over as if kicked. The force of the impact had lifted them off their feet and back into a table, knocking it over in the process. Another man had a bloody nose, most likely broken judging by the rising puffiness around his eyes.
The jackrabbit was able to channel energy for ranged strikes? Was it possible? An had never heard of it before, but then he was relatively new to the entire powered thing. Well that just meant An would have to stay close, not allow the man to use his range. A sly smile crossed his lips as he coiled his legs, the gravity would affect his opponent and that was his advantage he would be able to move easily while the increased weight slowed jackrabbit down.
Interesting, why do you feel that character is more suited to the arena than the other two?
I say fight however, is most fun for you. Winning isn't as important really.
Unless I am teaching in a spar there is no other reason for me to fight than to win.
True but I don't fight for style points, I fight to win, to crush my enemies before me and hear the lamantations of their womem.
Thrum.
The induction field once again began fueling the Dreamer, allowing him to conserve his own aesr energies. The dozen or so small balls of plasma began rotating slowly around the Dreamer, their orbits extending out as far as four-feet and as close as a foot. Between the orbiting balls, a dark streamer of siedhr followed them, diffusing and scattering light as they began forming a powerful magnetic field from the plasma balls.
The man known as Scion released the post he used to anchor him, his pallor different, and his movements not as fluid; all of which was recorded and examined closely by a thousand Dreamers attempting to understand the man completely.
Moving, the man drew his staff, perhaps a wiser choice than the small dagger and tonfa had been. Perhaps not, the question is how adept the man was actually at using a stave as a weapon, after all, it was an art as any other martial weapon. Skallagrim stepped forward as the moved, his pace matching Scions, observing the spinning staff, observing his footwork, and his hand placement. It all would give a hint to how the man might strike, and along what lines the counter should take to effect a non-lethal blow.
With a sudden darting, Scion shot to Skallagrim’s left, and the Dreamer moved in kind, keeping the man in front of him. Moving along a parallel path and never allowing the man a moment’s peace as he kept pace, constantly staying in front of Scion.
The war sword held ready in a middle guard, the dagger, surging and lashing dark energies around. All the while, the glowing plasma balls moved rapidly in their orbits building up the magnetic field around the Dreamer. The choice to not kill the man required a change in tactics, a different approach to the fight, instead of hunting the man to kill, he was now hunting to maim. Skallagrim would have to dispatch the man; perhaps hamstring him, remove an arm or even break some bones. There would be further thinking, as for now the Dreamer merely matched pace, all the while studying the man seeking an opening to shoot in and strike.
The induction field once again began fueling the Dreamer, allowing him to conserve his own aesr energies. The dozen or so small balls of plasma began rotating slowly around the Dreamer, their orbits extending out as far as four-feet and as close as a foot. Between the orbiting balls, a dark streamer of siedhr followed them, diffusing and scattering light as they began forming a powerful magnetic field from the plasma balls.
The man known as Scion released the post he used to anchor him, his pallor different, and his movements not as fluid; all of which was recorded and examined closely by a thousand Dreamers attempting to understand the man completely.
Moving, the man drew his staff, perhaps a wiser choice than the small dagger and tonfa had been. Perhaps not, the question is how adept the man was actually at using a stave as a weapon, after all, it was an art as any other martial weapon. Skallagrim stepped forward as the moved, his pace matching Scions, observing the spinning staff, observing his footwork, and his hand placement. It all would give a hint to how the man might strike, and along what lines the counter should take to effect a non-lethal blow.
With a sudden darting, Scion shot to Skallagrim’s left, and the Dreamer moved in kind, keeping the man in front of him. Moving along a parallel path and never allowing the man a moment’s peace as he kept pace, constantly staying in front of Scion.
The war sword held ready in a middle guard, the dagger, surging and lashing dark energies around. All the while, the glowing plasma balls moved rapidly in their orbits building up the magnetic field around the Dreamer. The choice to not kill the man required a change in tactics, a different approach to the fight, instead of hunting the man to kill, he was now hunting to maim. Skallagrim would have to dispatch the man; perhaps hamstring him, remove an arm or even break some bones. There would be further thinking, as for now the Dreamer merely matched pace, all the while studying the man seeking an opening to shoot in and strike.
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