Difference between revisions of "WMAT B1 Li-Ming vs. Prorth Edhuwi"

Latest revision as of 12:39, 3 July 2014

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
Completely at home in this climate, Li-Ming has made her way to the arena and now calmly stands in place to one side, not minding that her spot has placed her in one of the spots of sunlight splashing across the arena proper. Despite the heat, the din of the crowds, she seems completely at ease. Honestly, she's as close to home here as she's been in a good long while.

Her reverie breaks as the static shifts into scattered cheering. It's almost time. She lets her eyes fall closed a moment, takes a deep breath and then steps forward to a proper place to greet her opponent. Hands away from weapons, she strides toward the arena center, fully intent on having a look at whomever they may be, wishing them well... then getting on with the part she's looking forward to.

"I have not often shared the joy of such frivolous combat with another and I shall be sure to make the best of this opportunity. Please do the same!" She bows low, then straightens and draws her sword. The sword glows blue momentarily before the blade begins to weep liquid fire onto the arena floor. Oh dear. All business now, she offers one final nod as the start time nears...

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Unlike Li-Ming, Prorth is very uncomfortable in this climate. His battle attire, a crisp bright blue suit with matching tie and black undershirt, seems to draw the heat of the desert to him. He grimaces as he steps onto the cracked desert floor, his polished shoes becoming coated with sand almost immediately. He takes a deep breath, wipes his brow, then shakes his head and seems to be engulfed by a light.

When he re-emerges, it's in his God-Tier attire. It pretty much looks like purple pajamas: a hooded cape on his head, with holes for his horns, short-sleeved top with the Heart symbol emblazoned upon it, and short pantaloons. He looks moderately goofy, but seems infinitely more comfortable. Wings, shaped almost like lightning bolts, sprout from his back, and he hovers slightly.

"Frivolous combat was the name of my entire game until I ascended. However, it was rarely against someone of equal size and strength to myself. I shall relish the ability to display my unique counseling techniques upon you." He offers a fangy grin, then draws a large pistol from seemingly nowhere. Seems he's ready to rock.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
High above the stands, equipped with a microphone and an everlasting smile, is a certain jester, and commentator! Hovering and watching the battle with a pair of binoculars in his other hand, Dimentio speaks loudly into the microphone, enthuastic and theatric.

"Ladies and gentleman! This is your announcer, Dimentio! The battle between Li-Ming, Nephilim Mage, and Prorth Edhuwi, Troll God of Love, is about to begin! The two looked pump, the battle is about to set ablaze, and the shots will fire!". The crowd ROARS, as he..teleports the binoculars somewhere, pointing a finger to the air. "Who will win? Who will go on? Only one of them can continue, and both are ready to battle! We'll find out, don't tune out once or you'll miss it all! This battle is once in a lifetime, like a tiger wearing shorts!" Dimentio watches the two from above, waiting for the fighting to get underway. "This should be excellent."

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
Really, this Multiverse is a wondrous place. So full of people equal to or in excess of her own abilities. The thought makes Li smile a little. "I happily seek your counsel then!" Considering the proximity, she decides to clear a little space for herself.

She leaps upward suddenly, stopping just as abruptly before thrusting her flaming sword back down at the arena floor. A single orange pulse rippling downward and exploding on contact. She wants some space! Back up!

She lands easily enough, still supported by her magic, and follows that explosive blast with another sweep of her sword... No projectiles this time. Just a roaring, shrieking trio of fiery serpents that rise from the arena floor between herself and her would-be counselor. They haven't noticed their target quite yet. Lucky!

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth backs away on instinct, but is still blown backward by the explosion. He takes a moment to gauge his status, then nods and raises his gun. He watches with a curious eye as serpents begin to occupy the space between him and Li-Ming. He narrows his eyes and nods at her, smirking ever so slightly. "Very well, then you shall have it. First, however, I think you need to be a little less enthusiastic!" He begins to channel power into his pistol, which glows a sort of golden color. Happiness makes you feel like you're walking on sunshine, right? That's what this light seems to represent.

He draws on the crowd's supply a little bit, then fires. A snapping report echoes across the desert as a bullet, being propelled by a bright golden beam, fires from the gun and straight toward Li-Ming. He then takes to the sky, watching the scene below with a detached sort of interest.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
As the first attacks hit, Dimentio's firing several shots out of his finger, which quickly vanish. "AND THEY'RE OFF!". THE CROWD GOES WILD! "Li-Ming has started, letting the cat out of the bag with a large explosion! Or is it snakes?! The attack connected! Prorth is ready to fight back though, it seems..with an airborne shot! The battle's already off to a good start!". A thing of popcorn is teleported from below to Dimentio's spare hand, him eating out of it.

"Now, will Prorth's shot hit? Or will Li-Ming dodge and use those flaming snakes as beasts of wrath?"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
The weapon glowing catches her attention more than what's being said, making her immediately wary enough to start summoning up the energy to mount a defense. Her serpents have no patience for anything, really, being mindless constructs. They're frothing and spitting fire even as Prorth fires his opening shot.

The bullet impacts a rippling barrier just in front of her before connecting solidly with flesh. She hisses in response and the serpents roar, vomiting lines of fire that cover the arena floor uselessly. Their quarry is airborne and their angry breaths can't reach.

Their creator can, however. In response, she slashes her blade upward, sending a trio of burning missiles at her foe. "I had not anticipated this! Well played!" More swings, more missiles. Pot shots, supressive fire, call it what you will.

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth surveys the serpents from on high, contemplating his next move. They thrash and spit fire but can't seem to do anything to him while he's up here, so he takes his time. Excitement, huh? His eyes flash with an electric blue light, signifying his drawing on another emotional source. One of which there is plenty of around him. However, before he has a moment to act on it, there are fire missiles coming at him. That seems unfortunate. They crash into him, sending the Troll back toward the ground in a smoking heap. However, on the way down, he rights himself and snaps his attention toward Li-Ming. His outfit smokes, and his hard gray skin seems shinier in places from the burns.

"Take this!" he calls, leveling his pistol yet again. This time, the electric blue light hums around his weapon, and when he fires there is no bullet. Only a beam of pure excitement energy in a tangible form, racing straight for its target's heart.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
Dimentio claps at the battle, dropping his popcorn, and almost his microphone, before quickly catching it. Whoever is in the stands below..well. "Li-Ming's hit! The serpents are rather useless, but Li-Ming has retaliated with flaming bombardment! Prorth can't take it, knocked to the ground like a bird hit by an alien in a bicycle!". Dimentio warps a few feet away for a better view, glancing at the battle. "Another shot from Prorth, but he's calling out his attacks! Will this be his downfall? A blue light is flying straight for Li-Ming's heart, he surely is a God of Love indeed! Ahahahahaha!"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
Indeed, Li-Ming's hydras appear to be nearly useless. Still, they seem content to spew fire in a futule attempt to bathe their intended target flame. Out of reach or otherwise.

Then she brings Prorth down into range of the fiery serpents and they engage, forcing her to move out of the crossfire and into that electrical shot to the heart. She bares her teeth and staggers nearly to a knee... she has enough left to keep her feet under her, though, and more than enough to retaliate. She points with her sword and a roiling ball of fire leaps out, trailing fire and hopefully intersecting the attacks from her hydras right where Prorth fired that damnable shot from!

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth has very little time to react to the renewed fire assault launched by Li-Ming and her hydras. In fact, he has so little time that he does not react at all. The fire washes over him, engulfing him completely and causing him to cry out in pain. His legs buckle as he takes more burns across his body, cursing himself for not bringing his Prince's Armor. He staggers back to his feet, using the smoke to mask his movements. He splits his soul, seven bits beginning to revolve around him, each flashing a different color. Anger, sadness, confusion, happiness, envy, love, and excitement. His main body glows with the electric blue of excitement, and that bit lodges itself in his gun.

He bursts from the smoke, hovering above Li-Ming and aiming, lining up his shot. No words this time, just a massive rush of what sounds like wind. A massive beam of excitement, ringed by six smaller beams of various other colors, rain down upon the scene.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
"WOW! Li-Ming's bursting out more fire, and her hydras finally have a purpose! Prorth takes the hit like a man..and is ready to show Li-Ming that he means business! Folks, THINGS ARE HEATING UP!" THE CROWD ROARS, Dimentio a very skilled lion tamer, it seems. He dances around in midair, watching the fight. "The God is firing off seven beam of energy, let's hope Li-Ming has light feet and can dodge these rains of energy!"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
Yes, congratulations. You've managed to hide your foe in a smoke screen. Li-Ming huffs out a curse under her breath, only thinking to look high as Prorth bursts from the concealment she inadvertantly provided. Caught totally flat footed, she barely manages to get her energy barrier up in time to avoid being cratered.

Still, the attack pins her in place as she struggles to hold what she can at bay and the effort is punishing. Her barrier bursts, subjecting her to enough of the attack that she is finally brought to a knee, forced to use her sword as support to regain her feet.

With a final angry hiss, her conjured serpents withdraw into the arena floor, taking their fire with them and leaving surprisingly little damage in their wake.

In what seems like little more than a controlled fury, Li-Ming redoubles her assault, slinging another fiery blast across the arena and following it with an extra few swings of her sword, joining that massive fireball with a heavy barrage of many smaller burning projectiles. Now it's truly a lightshow down here!

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth is, once again, blasted from the sky by Li-Ming's fiery assault. He crashes into the ground, kicking up sand around him. However, unlike the smoke, the sand falls too quickly to do anything but cover his prone form. He takes a moment before he recovers his feet, his body feeling incredibly heavy. Blood, a brilliant blue blood, is now seeping from several wounds on his body. He stands up, smirking in a very disturbed sort of way. "Yess..." he says, "That is right. Punishment for being unable to deal with this opponent. More..." He turns his attention on Li-Ming, his eyes glowing a very odd black color, laced with red. This emotion is foreign to anyone outside of Trollkind, but it's very familiar to Prorth.

He raises his gun again, channeling this emotion into his gun, which takes on the very same glow. The seven bits begin to whirl faster, all of them mimicking the glow in the main body's eyes. He smiles his fangy smile, before turning the power of kismessitude upon Li-Ming with all its fury.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
Dimentio watches the burst with glee. People beating each other up is entertaining! "Li-Ming attempts to block the hit, but no avail; she's taken down. But, not out, as her serpents vanish..and fire! BURSTS OF FIRE! Prorth is knocked from the sky into the ground, his blood running blue, and he seems to enjoy it! But black energy is raining out, can Li-Ming stand it?!". Dimentio points to the crowd. "What do you think, folks!". The stands burst in noise! Dimentio grins at his ringmastering. "Just like puppets, ahahaha!"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
The sheer degree of punishment she's being forced to dish out is enough to impress even her. Not quite enough to stay her hand, however.

This next attack, completely alien to her in all ways other than the painfully obvious fact that it is indeed an attack, staggers her. She falls back a few steps and, seeing that she's being sorely pressed by the prowess of her foe, renews her assault in full!

She lets rip with a punishing barrage of missiles, the fiery projectiles splashing and bursting on the arena floor, in the air, hopefully against her foe... And there's a pause as she chops downward with her sword, causing something... but what? Regardless, she immediately resumes peppering Prorth's immediate area!

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth allows his emotions to well up, his bits responding to it and becoming more corporeal, taking on forms similar to Prorth's own. He lets the alien emotion fade away, instead focusing on his own anger. He was being made a fool of, his company was being made a fool of in its debut bout! He seethes, and the bits seethe with him.

And then meteors. Prorth rolls limply against the fiery assault, his body beginning to visibly weaken. 'I am a God of destruction, brought low by this woman? Not... possible!' he thinks. A red aura surrounds him and his bits as he regains his feet. He staggers, but remains standing. He wasn't quite done yet.

"I will not give in!" he bellows, before all eight Prorths, the real one and the seven bitclones, level their weapons. Without another word or sound, he fires off an eight-gun salute of pure anger energy, the beams converging upon one another until a single massive wave rushes down on Li-Ming.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
"Another hit on Li-Ming, but with return fire! In the form of METEORS! Prorth is easily peppered..WAIT, WHAT'S THIS? Prorth has split into eight, eight angry shots straight at Li-Ming..followed by a final burst! Folks, things are intense now!". Dimentio turns to the audience and raises his hands, causing another loud roar. "How much longer? Who will win? WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Stay tuned!"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
Now, Li's getting pushed to the point where doing anything but going in for the kill is ridiculous. Still, she tries to keep her barrage going to set up for her meteor attacks, pausing to start up another... only to be greeted by a stunning return of fire.

She all but disappears into the fury of Prorth's attacks with only the odd violet flash of arcane energy serving as an indicator that she's still hanging on.

As the attack subsides, she's revealed to be down on a knee, clutching her sword with one hand while hugging her off hand down at her side. Yep, she's hurting. So, however, will her opponent as the meteors she called for begin to arrive, pounding the area around Prorth with brutal, fiery force! It's so... showy. And loud... but Li uses the chaos to stand again, preparing for the next inevitable assault.

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth pants slightly as the bits return to their wispy forms and then return to his body. He feels a little of his strength return with it, but not enough to make a substantial difference. He staggers like a drunk, waiting for the next attack. And when it starts falling from the sky, the God-Tier blinks. "Wait, wait," he says, "Seriously? METEORS? Again? Honestly... my life seems to be always tied to--"

CRASH.

Whatever the end of that statement was (it was meteors), it's lost as he is cratered into the desert. When he finally emerges, the Troll is positively pouring his blue blood out of his body. He falls to his knees at the lip of the crater, before raising one hand. He looks over to Li-Ming for a moment, then plunges the hand straight into his chest. Looks painful, until you see the shining band around the 'wound'. When he pulls his hand back out, he's holding a large glowing orb roughly the size of a heart. It quickly transforms... into a MASSIVE revolver. Seriously. The thing only needs wheels and it would be a cannon.

He takes aim, the entire construct taking on the electric blue hue of excitement. He pulls the trigger back, but no shot is fired. Instead, energy begins to charge on the end of the barrel. He holds it, letting it grow until it's double Prorth's own size. When it flies forward, it's with a roar of wind and incredible speed for a ball of its size. And it only seems to be getting bigger.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
Dimentio winces as the meteors fall. "The barrage has swallowed Li-Ming..but she's still going! More meteors...but they seem much more intense! Let's see how Prorth handles this!". Dimentio hums, before taking the mic back. "He's barraged! Just barely hanging on, but he still has a chance! He'll definitely need a medic after this! A giant firearm in hand..and he's firing a massive burst of blue energy! Let's hope Li-Ming can take the shot!"

Li-Ming (413) has posed:
The smoke and dust from her barrage of meteors doesn't take long to clear and it reveals her foe... still standing. "By all the gods-" She stops, shocked to silence as Prorth stick a hand into his own chest and produces... a big damn gun. She shakes her head, expecting that she might be mistaken. Nope.

When the blast from the massive weapon hits her, she's flung away, falling onto her back and sliding across the arena, sword skittering away as she's momentarily knocked completely senseless.

Still, the nephalem rises... She's bleeding openly now and her expensive silks are certainly somewhat the worse for wear. They'll keep until she's capable of caring. Right now, her focus, "You are perhaps more persistent than Diablo himself! However, we must end this!" She throws out both hands, focusing a moment, one eye closing as blood drips into it. As if on cue she suddenly curls her fingers and rakes her through the air, sending a roaring tornado of fire into the arena. It spins haphazardly until she throws another behind it, bouncing the two off one another... with one raging off toward Prorth.

Prorth Edhuwi (314) has posed:
Prorth pants, his vision growing blurry. However, his one shot to win didn't work. He knows that it's over. He just doesn't know how the end will come. When the next attack turns out to be a tornado, he smirks weakly. "Well fought. It appears my company will be of no use in this Multiverse as of yet. More is required of me before I can be a success."

The cyclone hits him, throwing his lifeless body across the desert. When he lands, he doesn't get back up. In fact, he doesn't move at all. And he won't until the match is called. Once it is, a light will engulf his body and he will rise, completely unharmed, but thoroughly humiliated, before he alights and returns home.

Dimentio (472) has posed:
Dimentio watches intently, along with the crowd, on the aftermath. Once the winner is certain, the crowd remains quiet, until Dimentio raises his hand in Li-Ming's direction, an explosive roar of the crowd. "THERE WE HAVE IT, FOLKS! LI-MING HAS TAKEN OUT PRORTH EDHUWI WITH A RAGING FLAMING TORNADO! A close match, both combatants taking quite a bit of damage and will need medical care! I commend you both, for fighting like a tornado raging on a farm in a rural town!". He floats down, the crowd's roaring deafening, and lands in the stands, waiting a few minutes before teleporting off.