Skallagrim

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PC fights are a wonderful chessmatch. However it requires a dance partner who understands the dance. That being said most people here like MP fights. There are lurkers who prefer PC fights and look for others who do. Don't give up your quest.

***edit*** I think I have the rules you are used too or a close approximation in my T1 link.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

Ok

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

Sooo you're stepping into a right cross? Is that correct?

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

Just a cold but he couldn't sleep and his nose was full of snot so it was bothersome to him.

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@HarbingerKurahi

Looking over your character. I can see it being allowed in PC fights. There is nothing overly shattering in the power set. The wording is a little wonky. Black lighting is just a needless term, lighting is lighting. It moves fast and you cannot destroy energy merely transform it into another form. So it stands that your "black" lighting is more akin to matter/anti-matter when dealing with lighting. Which if I were to adjudicate your character for a tournament would be the caveat. Other than that it is an interesting concept.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

Standing in the center of the ring Jake stared at the man before him. They stood equally in stature and maybe a few pounds different in weight. Standing at 6’3” Jake stared into the eyes of the man before him. No hatred, no anger, merely a grim determination. The people in the arena wanted a fight, wanted to see some blood, something to fill their pathetically boring lives.

"Touch gloves then move back to your corners."

Jake raised his gloves, eyes never leaving Fergus’. As they touched he said softly, “Good luck kid.”

Stepping back he tapped the corner and looked into Joe, his cut man, “This kid any good?”

“Dunno. Heard something about him. He’s decent enough to get here right?”

The Ref called out, “Ready?”

Turning around Jake bowed to the Ref then to Fergus.

“Let’s Get it On!” hollered the Ref as he dropped his hand.

Jake shuffled forward. Right leg forward, left back with the weight on the balls of his feet. His shoulders hunched up. Left hand back and tucked up near his chin. Jake was in a southpaw stance, the right hand out and up crooked slightly ready to jab out. The flex in his knees allowed him to move in anyone of the eight directions with relatively easy to avoid or counter Fergus.

Jake threw out a snapping jab and withdrew the right hand and arm quickly, he wanted to see the kids fighting style. How he’d set up, which side he favored. Was he a ground and pounder or a stand-up fighter? Either way, it would be interesting.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

I am here. My son was sick is all. He is better now so i will resume my posting. Sorry.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

Standard MMA match.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

The “Ring”, a brutal palace for the destruction of the human body in the most violent way. A place where 20,789 people had paid an average of $98.72 cents for the privilege of watching the fight live. According to the promoters, another 100 million people would pony up the $69.99 to watch the event on pay-per-view.

A solemn knock on the door a half-second before it burst open. The florid-faced events coordinator stepped in, his voice squeaked.
“You’re up . . . Good luck.”

Through the open door the strains of Puscifer’s -

The Undertaker

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roared through the stadium, followed by a cacophony of cheers and boos.

You were way out of line
Went and turned it all around on me again
How can I not smell your lie
Through the smoke and arrogance?

Jake “The Under” Taker stood up, letting the satin black robe cascade down his body. The heavy black fingered gloves clenched several times. A grim smiled crossed his lips as he looked up and whispered a prayer to the gods for victory. If they didn’t give it, well, fuck them.

The handlers, hanger-on’s and fight men began their banal pep talks, all of which were ignored as Jake strode through the door. In the bright, clean hallway, photographers snapped their pictures; well-wishers cast their words, which fell away as soon as Jake passed them.

But now I know
So you will not get away with it again
I'm distant in those hollow eyes
For I have reached my end

The heavy curtains peeled away, followed by wild cheers and thousands of feet stamping, making the “Ring” reverberate with their impacts. As soon as Jake stepped through, he focused on the music, his mahogany eyes on the shimmering octagon and his opponent. A large man. One who had been given a shot on the card, Jake’s opponent had cancelled. A death in the family. More than likely the man didn’t want to face him. It didn’t matter, he was a fighter and he was here to fight.

Thank you for
Makin' me
Feel like
I'm guilty
Makin' it
Easier to
Murder your sweet
Memory

Once inside the ring, Jake stopped just inside the cage; his head down as the crowd erupted, The crowd in their ragged, screaming voices, following along with the song. Eyes closed he listened a moment as the crowd roared their blood lust. The grim smile graced his lips briefly as he slowly opened his eyes, focusing on his opponent.

Before I go tell me
Were you ever who you claimed yourself to be?
Either way, I must say goodbye
You are dead to me

At that moment Jake dropped the robe, exposing his heavily, muscled body. Broad shouldered and narrow hipped, thick butt and heavily muscled thighs made Jake Taker one of the world’s best MMA fighters. The muscles provided the force, but it was his uncanny speed of hand and foot that made him deadly.

Stepping into the center of the octagon, he shook his long arms and legs, pausing a moment facing each of the sides of the ring, bowing slowly. When he was done he turned to face his opponent bowing slightly, then nodding at the referee.

Thank you for
Makin' me
Feel like
I'm guilty
Makin' it
Easier to
Murder your sweet
Memory, I'm
Severin' the
Heartline, I'm
Leavin' your
Corpse behind
Not dead, but
Soon to be, though
I'm not gonna be the one that kills you

I'm gonna leave that up to you
I'm gonna leave that up to you
I'm gonna leave that up to you
I'm gonna leave that up to you (I told you so)

Arena Chat Thread

@HarbingerKurahi Link your character and post the questions you have about it. Since you have T1 experience it should be fine, unless you are in the super-god-like powered territory.