Brutality! [ITA]

[meat_mooks]

Day three of the tournament. With less than half of the entrants remaining, and many of them having grown substantially in power with their conquests, the fighting was building to a fevered pitch destined to end in a crescendo of glory. But this far out, it's still anybody's game...


[Results are due by the end of Thursday. Contact me if you need to know your power gains for the last round.]

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Matches

[meat_mooks]

Maxim vs. Four-Glass-Walls

[meat_mooks]

The Underground Tunnel Complex sprawled in all directions, a network of caverns and connecting tunnels that had no exit. The tunnels were lit, but the caverns were not save for the light that spilled into them where the tunnels connected.

Re: Maxim vs. Four-Glass-Walls

[nize_hat]

This was just like serving with the Red Heterodyne! But with less bat-eating and being stuck under the earth for a couple of years. And with more fighting. So of course, this meant it was better.

Maxim tilted his head to try and hear his opponent better, but for the moment, all he heard was the dripping of condensation as water hit rock.

[meat_mooks]

"Hello!"

The voice came from down by his feet.

From a Gila monster that was looking up at him.

[nize_hat]

"Vat?" the Jaeger asked, staring down at the critter. "Hyu iz a leedle lizard!"

Maxim supposed that he shouldn't let that surprise him. Or catch him with his guard down, for that matter, so he backed off a bit. It wasn't as if the Gila were glowing or anything, but that sure didn't mean he wasn't dangerous...

[meat_mooks]

"I'm a Gila monster!" the lizard said, scrambling to catch back up to him.

Recca Hanabishi vs. Dr. McNinja

[meat_mooks]

Swamp Country was just as it sounded: a waterlogged bog full of plants and the decaying remains of plants, through which the two combatants had to slog to battle. Pleasant, huh?

Vadum vs. Hana

[meat_mooks]

These two found themselves in the University Library. Five floors of bookshelves and even a microfiche machine! Don't worry, they're all prop books

Re: Vadum vs. Hana

[shroudedintent]

'Vadum's gaze swept the library around him, searching for areas that would be useful during the fight, whether to attack from or avenues where his opponent might attack from.

Nevertheless as his first fight he stood tall in his armour, unlit energy blades in each hand as he let his gaze finally rest on his opponent. Dipping his head in respectful greetings as he would all opponents in such an arena. He would fight to his utmost no matter the foe.

Re: Vadum vs. Hana

[moms_temperment]

Hana looked much less intimidating. A slender boy of no older than mid teens, dressed casually and comfortably. He seemed much more like a spectator than an opponent.

But the spark of excitement in his eyes and the small sword gripped tightly in his hand said otherwise.

Re: Vadum vs. Hana

[shroudedintent]

'Vadum was not one to underestimate an opponent based solely on looks. He had seen much since arrival and had seen many cases of individuals being more than they seemed, especially amongst the crew.

"Ready yourself, do not think I shall hold back," he warned with a dip of his head to his opponent before dropping into a combat crouch, igniting both blades. His shields at their maximum, invisible at the current moment as he stalked towards his opponent getting into range so that he could leap into combat when needed.

Mark vs. Cole

[meat_mooks]

This fight would be a particularly miserable one; they squared off on the Airship Deck, which much resembled a ship's deck except for being elevated. And in the midst of a storm which lashed the deck, adding dangerous winds and violent rocking along with a slippery footing at best.

Re: Mark vs. Cole

[electricman]

This was Cole right in his element. A massive storm ready to provide him with near infinite energy to unleash what he could.

...If it weren't for the fact that he was about to take on a teen kid.

"Hey", he asked. "Out of curiousity, what exactly can you do?"

He figured that since they were both on the crew, no harm asking.

Hit Girl vs. Erhart

[meat_mooks]

The stage of this battle was the Abandoned But Inexplicably Active Factory, which had dangerous catwalks over vats of noxious chemicals and substances, hanging chains, robot arms that were clearly programmed in absence of any OSHA compliance, and so forth.

Re: Hit Girl vs. Erhart

[hit_girl_mindy]

SO. The abandoned factory level. This was pretty much a staple in video games, and here was no different. Aside from it being real, but Hit Girl wasn't too bothered by this: she still had excellent poise and balance, and another victory under her belt. Now was the time to really test out what she could do.

[swordofdorn]

Erhart waits on a catwalk, the long, rusted bridge seeming to groan under his immense weight, blade held out and arcing with electricity, smouldering vats on either side of the catwalk, and a long plummet to the floor below him.

His stance is betraying a degree of annoyance. Fighting a shipmate is NOT his thing.

He's already got some chains on him, strangely, but they don't look like factory chains. Devotional chains that connect his Black Blade to his gauntlets. An oath never to let his weapon go, until he victorious, or dead.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl, whatever her feelings might be, had to put them aside. Sure, this guy looked daunting as hell, and she was likely to get bloodied up a bit, but she wasn't about to be daunted, not now.

She took a breath, then finally spoke. "Big Daddy, set up."

Set up, the barrier jacket replied, and hit Girl felt the pulse of power, the staff appearing in her hand. A costumed girl with purple hair and a barrier jacket was in itself a fairly rare sight, but it was not these things that made one pause. It was the clawed right hand she had, a reward for lasting out Alex Mercer.

Ruffnut vs. Beastboy

[meat_mooks]

The Crystal Ice Chasm proved to be a deep gorge in the middle of a cold, windy mountain. Freezing wind cut like knives on exposed skin, and the rocky sides of the chasm promised bone-crunching hits to anyone who was thrown into them.

Re: Ruffnut vs. Beastboy

[changelingdude]

"Aw dude no fair, I hate the cold." The now two time victor Beastboy shivered his teeth chattering relatively quickly. His clothes did little to protect him from the freezing winds and he shifted into the form of a polar bear hoping to make use of the creatures natural resistance to cold.

Re: Ruffnut vs. Beastboy

[ruffntumblenut]

"You call this cold?" Laughed his opponent coming out from behind some rocks. "This is nothing. You should visit MY home sometime...ya know, when we get the planets all put back the way they belong." She grinned despite her tripping over her own bragging and hit her chest with a fist. "If you're going to be a baby about it then go ahead and give up now, because whining just annoys me."

Re: Ruffnut vs. Beastboy

[changelingdude]

The Green Polar bear snorted in defiance and dug his claws in, rushing at the viking with a roar. His claws proved to provide excellent traction on the floor while his fur drank in what precious little light was offered and converted it to heat like a greenhouse.

Bight/Crucible vs. Jack Rakan

[meat_mooks]

This match took place in the Standard Raised Ring -- a wide square of blocks standing about five feet off the floor of the otherwise flat arena. Of course, there was no ring-out rule, so it was entirely for effect.

Re: Bight/Crucible vs. Jack Rakan

[dragonlordbight]

Bight stood in his human form once more his great sword held out and to one side spending a brief moment preparing a few short spells of protection, in particular, spell turning and shield of law, having already cast mind blank at the start of the day to protect his thoughts. His gaze sweeping over the arena around them, on ground level and stone no less, he could use that to his advantage.

Once those two spells had been cast, his gaze settled on his opponent, his bearing as confident as ever though battle ready. He would save transforming into his true form until it was needed. "A fine day for a fight, wouldn't you say?"

Re: Bight/C

[meat_mooks]

"Hey there." Rakan seemed... more put-off than anything as he tossed a casual wave, glaring at the arena they were a part of. "I was expecting the kid, but I guess he didn't even enter. So... holding back or no holding back?"

[dragonlordbight]

"Greetings," he too cast his gaze about the arena, it was rather plain compared to others that had been encountered, his opponents comment though did catch his attention, "Oh? Someone you know? From those aboard the Trans 9 or elsewhere?"

"I see little sense in holding back at this stage," he draws his sword up and sets himself into a fighting stance, spells ready in his mind, though appearing ready to engage the other in melee.