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<div>Celery was the player behind Beercat Goldentail, Serori, D, Mister Satan, and the World Martial Arts Tournament. She was also the organizer of the Music of the Multiverse project.<br />
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Beercat Goldentail was an acting appstaffer who processed character applications and SOMETIMES helped with TP apps.<br />
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<div>{{CharacterNew<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Mister Satan<br />
|Color=#0099FF<br />
|Char_id=289<br />
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/J19ed6w.jpg<br />
|FullName=Mister Satan (performing name); Mark (real name)<br />
|Gender=Male<br />
|Species=Human<br />
|Theme=Dragon Ball Z-3<br />
|Chartype=TP<br />
|Function=World Martial Arts Champion<br />
|Faction=Union<br />
|Rank=20-Ally<br />
|Ranktype=Ally<br />
|Groups=<br />
|Quote="I AM THE GREATEST!!"<br />
|PAge=43<br />
|AAge=43<br />
|Aging=Yes<br />
|Height=<br />
|Weight=<br />
|Hair=Black<br />
|Eyes=Brown<br />
|Voice=Daisuke Gori<br />
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVgfW6ClFa0<br />
|Profile=Champion of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament and warrior of justice, Mister Satan is a bombastic man whose martial arts prowess is renowned throughout Earth. On his homeworld, he is lauded as a hero and his worldwide fanclub calls him the world's greatest fighter -- a title he deserves! The spotlight first fell upon Mister Satan as he wielded secret martial arts techniques to easily defeat his rivals in the 24th tournament, and it hasn't shifted away since. The only thing bigger than his signature hairstyle is his incredible ego. The only thing louder than the cheers of his dedicated supporters are the bold words which fall from his silver tongue. Part actor, part fighter, part savvy businessman, Mister Satan knows how to turn any situation to his advantage, especially when it comes to preserving his reputation. But don't let his egocentricity fool you! Beneath his showboating, he's a tender-hearted, courageous, and good-natured man with only the best intentions in mind.<br />
|Powers=Determined Spirit: Mister Satan will do what it takes to protect his reputation -- and the lives of the innocent! Even after being paralyzed by fear or pain, he'll jump back into a fight whenever his principles or status as a victorious hero are threatened. After KO, Mister Satan can come back and take one last heroic shot at victory! (Consent Required)<br />
|Skills=Martial Artist: Underneath his flashy exterior resides a competent martial arts fighter. Mister Satan is physically stronger and faster than the average human and also more enduring in that he can bounce back from a serious hit -- especially if the comeback makes him look good! Though his desire to show off can sometimes get in the way of his expertise, he genuinely exhibits excellent technique drawing from several different styles.<br />
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Dynamite Kick: Mister Satan's signature flying kick technique. It's only infamous for that reason, and isn't actually any different from a standard kick.<br />
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Satan Miracle Special Ultra Super Megaton Punch: A special punch with a complicated name that Mister Satan can't even get right half the time. This is his signature finishing move, and while it may look like a normal punch, it has a special 'delayed strike' property that makes itself known a few seconds after landing. The resulting burst of force is so powerful that it can send someone flying through the air! Satan shouts the name of this attack before striking as a way of inspiring fear and amazement in his opponents.<br />
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After-image Technique (Zanzoken): He is capable of moving at such speeds that he can confuse his opponents by leaving behind after-images of himself in his former positions.<br />
|Assets=Incredible Wealth: Possibly his greatest asset, the wealth Mister Satan has acquired as the head of the sprawling Satan Enterprises has gotten him out of more than a few sticky situations. He isn't afraid to try bribery in order to secure victory in a public match.<br />
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|Disadvantages=Cowardice: Mister Satan can be easily frightened by those who are stronger than he is. While his fear can be overcome, he will sometimes be frozen in a state of inaction as he fixates on the terrible possibility of losing a fight and damaging his reputation.<br />
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Incredible Fame: This might be considered an asset to many, but for Mister Satan, his fame is often more trouble than it's worth. He will often go to great lengths to protect his reputation. The resulting bravado can land him in situations which are way more than he can handle on his own.<br />
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Soft-Hearted: At Mister Satan's core is a generous heart. He has a soft spot for his family and for the innocent people of Terra, and also believes strongly in upholding justice and the law. He can become genuinely angered if innocent life or his principles are threatened, and again, can put himself into unfavorable situations as a result.<br />
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<div>{{CharacterNew<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Mister Satan<br />
|Color=#0099FF<br />
|Char_id=289<br />
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/J19ed6w.jpg<br />
|FullName=Mister Satan (performing name); Mark (real name)<br />
|Gender=Male<br />
|Species=Human<br />
|Theme=Dragon Ball Z-3<br />
|Chartype=TP<br />
|Function=World Martial Arts Champion<br />
|Faction=Union<br />
|Rank=20-Ally<br />
|Ranktype=Ally<br />
|Groups=<br />
|Quote="I AM THE GREATEST!!"<br />
|PAge=43<br />
|AAge=43<br />
|Aging=Yes<br />
|Height=<br />
|Weight=<br />
|Hair=Black<br />
|Eyes=Brown<br />
|Voice=Daisuke Gori<br />
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVgfW6ClFa0<br />
|Profile=Champion of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament and warrior of justice, Mister Satan is a bombastic man whose martial arts prowess is renowned throughout Earth. On his homeworld, he is lauded as a hero and his worldwide fanclub calls him the world's greatest fighter -- a title he deserves! The spotlight first fell upon Mister Satan as he wielded secret martial arts techniques to easily defeat his rivals in the 24th tournament, and it hasn't shifted away since. The only thing bigger than his signature hairstyle is his incredible ego. The only thing louder than the cheers of his dedicated supporters are the bold words which fall from his silver tongue. Part actor, part fighter, part savvy businessman, Mister Satan knows how to turn any situation to his advantage, especially when it comes to preserving his reputation. But don't let his egocentricity fool you! Beneath his showboating, he's a tender-hearted, courageous, and good-natured man with only the best intentions in mind.<br />
|Powers=Determined Spirit: Mister Satan will do what it takes to protect his reputation -- and the lives of the innocent! Even after being paralyzed by fear or pain, he'll jump back into a fight whenever his principles or status as a victorious hero are threatened. After KO, Mister Satan can come back and take one last heroic shot at victory! (Consent Required)<br />
|Skills=Martial Artist: Underneath his flashy exterior resides a competent martial arts fighter. Mister Satan is physically stronger and faster than the average human and also more enduring in that he can bounce back from a serious hit -- especially if the comeback makes him look good! Though his desire to show off can sometimes get in the way of his expertise, he genuinely exhibits excellent technique drawing from several different styles.<br />
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Dynamite Kick: Mister Satan's signature flying kick technique. It's only infamous for that reason, and isn't actually any different from a standard kick.<br />
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Satan Miracle Special Ultra Super Megaton Punch: A special punch with a complicated name that Mister Satan can't even get right half the time. This is his signature finishing move, and while it may look like a normal punch, it has a special 'delayed strike' property that makes itself known a few seconds after landing. The resulting burst of force is so powerful that it can send someone flying through the air! Satan shouts the name of this attack before striking as a way of inspiring fear and amazement in his opponents.<br />
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After-image Technique (Zanzoken): He is capable of moving at such speeds that he can confuse his opponents by leaving behind after-images of himself in his former positions.<br />
|Assets=Incredible Wealth: Possibly his greatest asset, the wealth Mister Satan has acquired as the head of the sprawling Satan Enterprises has gotten him out of more than a few sticky situations. He isn't afraid to try bribery in order to secure victory in a public match.<br />
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|Disadvantages=Cowardice: Mister Satan can be easily frightened by those who are stronger than he is. While his fear can be overcome, he will sometimes be frozen in a state of inaction as he fixates on the terrible possibility of losing a fight and damaging his reputation.<br />
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Incredible Fame: This might be considered an asset to many, but for Mister Satan, his fame is often more trouble than it's worth. He will often go to great lengths to protect his reputation. The resulting bravado can land him in situations which are way more than he can handle on his own.<br />
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Soft-Hearted: At Mister Satan's core is a generous heart. He has a soft spot for his family and for the innocent people of Terra, and also believes strongly in upholding justice and the law. He can become genuinely angered if innocent life or his principles are threatened, and again, can put himself into unfavorable situations as a result.<br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
*Arthur Lowell<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Tomoyo's Boutique<br />
** Third place winners can have their pick of accessories in bronze.<br />
** Second place winners can have their pick of accessories in silver.<br />
** First place winners can have their pick of accessories in gold.<br />
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* Prizes from Blue Oni Garage<br />
** Winners are able to customize their own Knight Motorcycle of either the cyborg or organic variant. Features may include combat-ready armor and weaponry. (Upgrade apps may be required; speak to Kotone Yamakawa for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Kaiba Corp.<br />
** Bracket A Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed around penguins. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** Bracket B Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed around spellcasters, and has a number of rare cards within it. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** Bracket C Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed upon dragons, and has a number of rare cards within it. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** All Brackets, Second Place: Ten booster packs to the trading card game Duel Monsters.<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** A copy of this year's WMAT Fighting Game, produced by Kaiba Corp. It's a big budget, cutting edge fighting game, with the entire roster of this year's WMAT contenders available in the main character roster! Hidden characters from past WMAT rosters may also be in the game, but are only unlocked after certain achievements have been completed. (Note: If someone doesn't want to appear in this video game, just let me know, and I'll add your name to this list...)<br />
*** Not appearing - (forthcoming)<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal, this year we're pleased to award the Golden Mic to KONGOU and RED SABER! Kongou's commentary made each match special, and we're grateful for the number of times she could lend her energy to the WMAT. The same can be said for Red Saber, who often volunteered for commentary at the last minute, saving our contenders some discouragement!<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Red Saber<br />
** Vervi<br />
** Demetrios Vasilikos (and alts)<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** The Combat Vagrant<br />
** Zephyr Windstar<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Lute versus Toph Beifong<br />
** Satsuki Kiryuin versus Ryuko Matoi<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Testarossa Fate<br />
** Bardock<br />
** Nanoha Takamachi<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Mokuba Kaiba<br />
** Ika Musume<br />
** T-elos<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Reina Kinney<br />
** Fate T. Harlaown<br />
** Mortimer Balman<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Ika Musume<br />
** Dorotea Grahn<br />
** Metal Man<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Madeline Vance<br />
** Sagat<br />
** Rebound<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Noble Six<br />
** Nagato<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Doppelganger<br />
** Krezentia Einjager<br />
** Hisoka<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Target Sparktail<br />
** Homura Akemi<br />
** Nonon Jakuzure<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Ysabel Thibault<br />
** Allenby Beardsley<br />
** Taylita<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Beelzebumon<br />
** Ryuko Matoi<br />
** Sagat<br />
** Amalthea<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Hisoka<br />
** Amalthea<br />
** Fassad<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Material-S<br />
** Jeannette Thompson<br />
** Dorotea Grahn<br />
** Genghis Rex<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN SWORDPLAY<br />
** Kirito<br />
** Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
** Satsuki Kiryuin<br />
** Project MORDRED<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Reker<br />
** Richard Stadler<br />
** Iria<br />
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* MOST RESILIENT FIGHTERS<br />
** Noble Six<br />
** Gaonoir<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Kirikou Rung<br />
** Alice Margatroid<br />
** Toph Beifong<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Kyra Hyral<br />
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* BIGGEST UPSET<br />
** Ariel<br />
** Material-S<br />
** Courier Six<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Bardock<br />
** Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
** Shin Tokuyama<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Ariel vs The Black Knightmare]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Vervi|VERVI]] with Abstractum MAVERICK<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Vervi and Maverick<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Red Saber<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3210/WMAT_Exhibition:_Fuki_and_Silent_Black_vs._Vervi_and_Maverick|Fuki and Silent Black vs. Vervi and Maverick]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Rival medics put their not-so-healy skills to the test in a WMAT exhibition!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Sumia<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Bahu<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3222/WMAT_Exhibition:_Sanary_Rondel_vs._Sumia|Sanary Rondel vs. Sumia]]<br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
*Arthur Lowell<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Tomoyo's Boutique<br />
** Third place winners can have their pick of accessories in bronze.<br />
** Second place winners can have their pick of accessories in silver.<br />
** First place winners can have their pick of accessories in gold.<br />
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* Prizes from Blue Oni Garage<br />
** Winners are able to customize their own Knight Motorcycle of either the cyborg or organic variant. Features may include combat-ready armor and weaponry. (Upgrade apps may be required; speak to Kotone Yamakawa for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Kaiba Corp.<br />
** Bracket A Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed around penguins. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** Bracket B Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed around spellcasters, and has a number of rare cards within it. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** Bracket C Champion: A Duel Disk, a highly advanced piece of technology that lets you play the card game Duel Monsters with super advanced holograms. Safeties are placed on the Duel Disk to prevent it from being used for actual combat, though these might be bypassed (with an upgrade app). Along with it, a Duel Monster's Deck. This deck is themed upon dragons, and has a number of rare cards within it. (Contact Kaiba if you want him to make this deck for you so you can play it ICly!)<br />
** All Brackets, Second Place: Ten booster packs to the trading card game Duel Monsters.<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** A copy of this year's WMAT Fighting Game, produced by Kaiba Corp. It's a big budget, cutting edge fighting game, with the entire roster of this year's WMAT contenders available in the main character roster! Hidden characters from past WMAT rosters may also be in the game, but are only unlocked after certain achievements have been completed. (Note: If someone doesn't want to appear in this video game, just let me know, and I'll add your name to this list...)<br />
*** Not appearing - (forthcoming)<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal, this year we're pleased to award the Golden Mic to Kongou and her crew! Kongou's commentary made each match special, and we're grateful for the number of times she could lend her energy to the WMAT.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Red Saber<br />
** Vervi<br />
** Demetrios Vasilikos (and alts)<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** The Combat Vagrant<br />
** Zephyr Windstar<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Lute versus Toph Beifong<br />
** Satsuki Kiryuin versus Ryuko Matoi<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Testarossa Fate<br />
** Bardock<br />
** Nanoha Takamachi<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Mokuba Kaiba<br />
** Ika Musume<br />
** T-elos<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Reina Kinney<br />
** Fate T. Harlaown<br />
** Mortimer Balman<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Ika Musume<br />
** Dorotea Grahn<br />
** Metal Man<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Madeline Vance<br />
** Sagat<br />
** Rebound<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Noble Six<br />
** Nagato<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Doppelganger<br />
** Krezentia Einjager<br />
** Hisoka<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Target Sparktail<br />
** Homura Akemi<br />
** Nonon Jakuzure<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Ysabel Thibault<br />
** Allenby Beardsley<br />
** Taylita<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Beelzebumon<br />
** Ryuko Matoi<br />
** Sagat<br />
** Amalthea<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Hisoka<br />
** Amalthea<br />
** Fassad<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Material-S<br />
** Jeannette Thompson<br />
** Dorotea Grahn<br />
** Genghis Rex<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN SWORDPLAY<br />
** Kirito<br />
** Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
** Satsuki Kiryuin<br />
** Project MORDRED<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Reker<br />
** Richard Stadler<br />
** Iria<br />
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* MOST RESILIENT FIGHTERS<br />
** Noble Six<br />
** Gaonoir<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Kirikou Rung<br />
** Alice Margatroid<br />
** Toph Beifong<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Kyra Hyral<br />
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* BIGGEST UPSET<br />
** Ariel<br />
** Material-S<br />
** Courier Six<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Bardock<br />
** Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
** Shin Tokuyama<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Ariel vs The Black Knightmare]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Vervi|VERVI]] with Abstractum MAVERICK<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Vervi and Maverick<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Red Saber<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3210/WMAT_Exhibition:_Fuki_and_Silent_Black_vs._Vervi_and_Maverick|Fuki and Silent Black vs. Vervi and Maverick]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Rival medics put their not-so-healy skills to the test in a WMAT exhibition!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Sumia<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Bahu<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3222/WMAT_Exhibition:_Sanary_Rondel_vs._Sumia|Sanary Rondel vs. Sumia]]<br />
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A white-scaled dragon roars its way across the screen, chased by a burst of blue energy! Just as the sparks start to fade, another monster wreathed in purple flame claws into view, snarling out a vicious display of fangs and claws. It's chased off screen by a burst of yellow, glittering light that emanates from the center of a magical circle of red runes! "DUEL MONSTERS!" a woman cries, and the screen is taken over by a masculine hand grasping a fan of playing cards, each emblazoned with various images and stats corresponding to their ludicrous titles.<br />
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DARK MAGICIAN! CARD SHUFFLE! DARK PALADIN! THUNDER GIANT! BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON!<br />
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Energetic music continues to pulse along in time to the woman's continued voice-over. Two competitors stand at opposite ends of an arena suspended among the stars, summoning creatures from their Duel Disks and doing battle. "Kaiba Corporation presents DUEL MONSTERS, a game so close to reality, your life will never be the same. Wield your very own Duel Disk against the competition, summon monsters and spells from your cards, and you, too, can become a champion!"<br />
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"This year, champions of the World Martial Arts Tournament shall receive their very own decks and Duel Disks, so that the glory they earned in these arenas can be experienced again and again. Each WMAT Championship Deck is a rare commodity built around a powerful theme! For Bracket A, the icy penguin deck, designed to freeze out the competition; for Bracket B, the spellcasters deck, designed to mesmerize and blast away other duelists; and for Bracket C, the dragon deck, built for destruction!"<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come yet again! The time for the myriad universes to hear the beautiful voice of me! Red Saber! And also to bear witness to these two fighters as they set foot upon this grand stage, bearing hopes, dreams, and convictions in their fists! Tune in to the main stadium at 900.8 for the glorious play by play!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A blonde woman in regal red spoke into a held mic up in the announcer's area, making ridiculous dramatic motions with her free arm. "Today, in a bout to decide who will take third place, we have The Combat Vagrant; Shin Tokuyama, versus The Man with the Iron Fists; Fudou Moto! You both know the rules! Let us not waste time! The audience is waiting! I am waiting! The myriad universes are waiting! By my will; fight a battle worthy of the god's praise!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;IT'S THE FINAL OF THE FINALS. The contest for THIRD PLACE in WMAT's A bracket. The unfortunate and defeated of the tournament's semifinals have gathered to decide who, between them, deserves to be crowned with glory, and who shall return home suffering the ignominy of a second loss.<br /><br />For the fighter in the far corner, there's more riding on this than simple glory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou Moto stands in a superficially relaxed stance, but the tension gripping the muscles in his limbs and torso betrays his true feelings. Nothing about this man is hidden. His emotions are proudly displayed on his sleeves-- or, they would be, if he actually... had sleeves. Fudou wears a relatively fresher set of clothes for this fight, after the last pair was so viciously incinerated by his previous opponent. "Let's make this a good one," he says to the man on the other side of the ring.<br /><br />A victory here means more than glory.<br /><br />It means he gets to put away the last of his daughter's college fund.<br /><br />For Fudou Moto, there is no choice called 'defeat.'<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His shot at the finals was gone, but for a protagonist that's just part of the story. No one ever takes it in their first tournament arc, really. The Combat Vagrant, known by the real name of Shin Tokuyama, is making his way to the ring in a calm gait. He slowly takes off the suit coat and tie he wears, handing them to a ringside attendant. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I agree," He says to Fudou in a pretty upbeat tone as he unbuttons his sleeves and rolls them up, "I wanna close out my tournament arc with a bang, so win or lose I wanna have a fun time more than anything else," He muses, pushing his knuckles into his palms to crack them loudly. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He brings his hands up into a ready stance, grinning widely, "Love the choice of announcer. Hot girl with some nice chops on her, I think," He comments as he lets his footing shift on the ground and takes his stance more fully. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You can come at me when you're ready, bruh. Do it fierce."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou casts a brief stare over at the announcer, his eyes flickering then somewhere into the audience. "I'd comment," he says, a mild smile cracking his hard expression, "But my wife and little girl are out there watching. As attractive as our announcer might be--"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's stance shifts, his center of gravity drops like a stone. A puff of ground-away ring rises around his feet as he kicks into an erratic, but undeniably quick rush.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My wife," he thunders, suddenly /there/. But, for a trained street fighter, this sort of speed is expected. Fudou's hands ratchet outward to try and seize the Vagrant by one arm. "--Is the best--"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Suddenly, his stance shifts, twisting back and curling inward like a spring. "--IN THE UNIVERSE!" His hold transforms into a throw! If Shin's not careful, he COULD GO FLYING! Or maybe...<br /><br />Maybe that's more to his opponent's advantage than Fudou realizes!?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hah, I'm jealous. Maybe some day I'll get to that point witha love interest," Shin says, hopping up and down on his feet. He's ready and raring to go with this fight. And when Fudou rushes in towards him, Shin lets out a happy noise of surprise as his arm is grabbed. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's lifted up off his feet and put into a heavy throw. His entire weight is shifted upwards and evenly lifted, picking him up and depositing him into what looks to be a heavy throw that will do a good amount of damage. Only, Fudou can feel something odd happen as he throws Shin. The martial artist's weight shifts around the shoulder socket and there's an ungodly POP as the shoulder dislocates. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's body twists and both feet plant on the ground as he lets out a groan of pain, having dislocated his own shoulder to let him move in a way to not get thrown ass-first to the ground. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His counter-attack to Fudou is swift and hard, his free hand curling up into a balled fist and coming up towards the man with a fierce uppercut towards the jaw that uses his entire bodyweight. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So're they who you're fightin' for?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Fools! Attractive as I may be- This is the time for battle! Now go!" Saber held an arm outwards with a dramatic flourish. "Clash! Show us who you really are!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And so they do. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It begins! Sir Moto takes a stance! And then he lashes out! He attempts to grab his opponent and throw them! However, Sir Tokuyama...He...He has dislocated his own shoulder in order to create the opening for a counterattack! And it is swift! A fierce uppercut to the jaw! How will Sir Moto contend with this? Such fierce determination from the outset! It gives me chills!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A... successful throw!? No, not quite. Fudou's expression shifts swiftly from pleasant surprise to a whole different sort of shock. He feels the pop of bone and the strange sensation of flesh moving in wholly unnatural ways as Shin twists away.<br /><br />He dislocated his shoulder just to get away?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's... Dedication, if nothing else. Skill, certainly. Fudou grins despite himself, his stance falling back as Shin's feet find their way to the ground. "I just got lucky," he answers, releasing the other man's arm, "A guy like me, I never thought I'd be able to get a woman like mine."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's counterattack lands, smashing hard into the brawler's face-- not square on his chin, but into the hard lines of Fudou's jawline. Blood leaks from the corner of his mouth where his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek. He staggers-- almost.<br /><br />A foot smashes into the ground behind him.<br /><br />Fudou extends an arm, his mass combining with gravity and rhythmic fire-release-fire-release of a dozen muscle groups to transform that punch into a dynamite haymaker. Fudou's eyes narrow with a practiced focus, his blow hooking around to try and catch the Vagrant's skull, face or collarbone.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"They're everything to me," Fudou answers, spitting a wad of blood and pulverised flesh into the arena floor. "So it's only right that I give my all for them!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Shin gets a little bit of space, he grabs his dislocated arm and violently yanks it in a smooth motion, putting it back into place in the way he's done after dozens of street brawls before this mainstage fight. It's not his first rodeo with a dislocated shoulder. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grimacing in pain, he steps back and brings his hands up again, "I can dig it, man. Much respect. I hope I can find someone like that some day," He adds, thinking over what Fudou must feel like, "Guys like us, we rarely get that chance. We're way too much like bums." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin shifts his body, trying to bring his head down onto Fudou's incoming haymaker. It's an incredibly risky proposition for the martial artist to do, endeavoring to bring the very front of his forehead down and onto the fingers of his opponent, effectively countering a haymaker with a headbutt. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It means all the force of that blow hits him dead on and sends him skidding back a good distance along the arena floor. When he lifts his head up again, his forehead has been split wide open by the impact, sending a heavy amount of blood down his face, cheeks, and around his eyes. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's an eager grin on his face as he waits to see if he did any damage.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sir Moto takes the blow from his opponent, but stands strong! He does not waver! His counter follows soon after! A sensational hook! But Sir Tokuyama...what am I seeing here? Did he...? He did! He has chosen to headbutt the oncoming fist without any regard! is his skull made of steel!? We shall find out in the coming moments!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin Tokuyama continues to be an entirely unorthodox opponent. Rarely does Fudou ever find someone who intentionally blocks his fists with their face. Usually it takes more convincing to get people to do that- or at least, hitting them enough to make it so they can't NOT just block with their face.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unlike most opponents, Shin actually has decent footing when he experiences a head-on collision with Fudou's knuckles. A split second after impact, there's a series of wet-sounding pops as the small bones in the brawler's hand and wrist- honed and hardened though they may be- twist and break and dislodge in a way that has Fudou grimacing. Blood drips from his knuckles, promising a fresh layer of callouses. Everything below the wrist quickly begins turning red.<br /><br />...In more than one way.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's right," Fudou answers. His fingers hinge open, then close painfully tight again. Muscles all across his arms- BOTH arms- draw taut like masses of piano wires. "You'll find someone. Someday. Just don't give up looking. And when you do, you'll know."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"All the pain," he takes a step forward. A wisp of red light flickers across the deep wells of his eyes. "All the loneliness," toes dig into the flat stone tiles beneath him. Fire burns through his veins. "All the effort," his muscles explode into motion, thousands of pistons firing in unison. "It'll all be worth it! For a home to return to, and a purpose to fight for!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's why--" One strike, his uninjured arm shoots out in a jab. The air seems to waver in its wake, as if caught in a heat-haze. "Of course that's why!" Another, the backfist comes around, bloody and bruised and broken, but burning with heat that goes deeper than mere flesh and blood. "For the smiles I fight for." Another-- Fudou's legs slides forward, carrying his body weight up and into a rising knee. "I can give more now than I ever could!" Another and another, Fudou flies into a flurry, his blows falling like rain.<br /><br />If rain were made of thunderbolts.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin shakes his head a bit, clearing the blood from his face and smearing the rest away with the shoulder of his shirt, "Hahahah, man. Hopefully, hopefully. Karate hobo life ain't all that cracked out for true love, but maybe." He spits out a little more blood to the floor of the arena after that hasty cleanup job. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You got a family to fight for, man. So you better beat the crap out of me, because I'm gonna try to push you about as far as you can go, my man," Shin calls out as his hands come up again. He's catching his breath a little and watching Fudou get ready to come in at him again. Shin's own body is tense, coiled, and ready for a fight. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lunges in towards Fudou as his opponent comes at him, "It's not in my plan to fall in love QUITE yet, though," He ducks and weaves as best he can, but Fudou's punches are just coming in way too fast and hard. And so while his body weaves and dodges, they're still landing and rocking him with every blow, driving him to a standstill and then a very slow step-by-step backward. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a rising knee that Shin finally stops, grabbing it with both hands and the impact sends out a wave of force around the two men and Shin strains to hold his block, "You're showing it. I can feel how much you're in it to win it. Shit, whoever wins, you can have my prize money." He grits through his teeth. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I just want..." Shin grunts, "The MULTIVERSE TO SEE ME!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He throws a wild haymaker at his opponent as he calls this out. And his entire body surges with both vigor to fight and his natural ki to boost his abilities. Fudou came in on him hard and did a lot of damage, opening up cuts and abrasions all over the martial artist. And now he's taking the chance to fling bodyblow after bodyblow at his opponent in a devastating flurry of straights and hooks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh my! I heard that clash even from here! Sir Moto's hand could not have come out unscathed from that! Nonetheless! With great determination, he presses on! Like a calm before the storm, he takes a stance...he prepares himself...he strikes! A single jab! No, there's more! A backfist follows! A rising knee! The blows keep coming! Like a veritable storm!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber clenches a fist as she commentates on the action at hand. "Sir Tokuyama expresses a beast's agility as he weaves in and out! But it is not enough! The storm finds him! Blow after blow lands! ...Or has it? No they are connecting, but Sir Tokuyama...Aha! He stopped the knee! The force that follows! Oooh! Impressive! ...But he does not stop there! He expresses his own determination! He drives forward with a fierce blow aimed for his opponent! But no! There's more! Truly, this is a battle that could only be realized by two men who have followed the path of the fist!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air itself trembles when Shin catches Fudou's knee. Like a ripple in a pond, the shockwave winds outward, blasting a thin haze of dust into the air. For a moment, Fudou and his opponent lock, and the brawler's gaze fixes on the other man's hands. "It's more than money," Fudou rumbles, "But I appreciate your generosity. More people could stand to be so kind."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He presses forward to push himself back, using his locked leg as leverage to propel himself to a safer distance. "Love is something that happens," he continues, "You don't look for it. It finds you." Fudou's hands rise in anticipation of the next engagement, only to find itself thrust upon him faster than he had expected.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's blow catches him along his centerline. Fudou bites back a grunt as he staggers. Hit after hit after hit slams painfully into his torso, his brief lapse in defense giving the Vagrant an opportunity to riddle his body with welts and fractured bone and rapidly darkening bruises.<br /><br />"They see." Fudou answers, somewhere between the storm of blows. "At the very least--"<br /><br />Suddenly, fist smashes into fist.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"At the very least, I see. We see here, Shin Tokuyama!" Fudou's voice surges to a crescendo. Knuckle meets knuckle, knuckle meets elbow. His answer to every bodyblow is a counterpunch. Each strike looses a spray of blood and a crack of breaking bone, but even with the pain clear in his face, his fury is undaunted.<br /><br />Some men might turn away from pain.<br /><br />For Fudou Moto, pain only makes him fight harder.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You want everything I've got," the brawler's voice emerges like a thunderbolt, "I'll give it. Everything. More than that. More than this body can give! This is my answer, Shin Tokuyama!" With each strike, his hands burn redder and redder. But not just from blood, and not just from the sting of impact.<br /><br />His eyes are shining white.<br /><br />His fists are burning red.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin would feel it building- an impending sense of disastrous force. A <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">ki</span> that, by its very nature, is untameable, unstoppable, and utterly unlimited. Fudou lets it flood from the sea of his soul into the far-too-weak vessel that is his flesh and blood. A dam breaks; even to those without the necessary senses, the flame of his spirit is painfully obvious. It covers his arms and comes off his shoulders in flickering, brilliant plumes of phantasmal fire. It infuses his musculature with strength so great that they tear into themselves to deploy it. His bloody and broken hands, impossibly, begin to knit together, but not fast enough to keep up with his rising speed and even more rapidly rising strength.<br /><br />Ki meets ki. Knuckle meets knuckle.<br /><br />Fudou steps in.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He throws a punch. Not a counterstrike, but a true blow. A haymaker, with all that power behind it-- whether it hits or not, whatever it DOES hit, that arm can't possibly take that much force.<br /><br />He throws it anyway.<br /><br />Because, more important than money and more important than fame, Fudou Moto fights for one reason above all others...<br /><br />To make his family proud.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes! They do see me now! More than when I just brawled in the streets for money," Shin shouts as he pants, wiping blood away from the corner of his mouth, "And I can see you for the man you are. So if you won't hold back, if you'll show me more than everything you can give..." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When fist meets fist, Shin steps back and away, stomping his foot on the ground. His own ki flares up, rippling and coursing around his body as he squares off with Fudou. If the man is going to power up with that energy, then Shin will too. He tears the shirt away from himself to expose a chest where welts and bruising already show that Fudou's blows have cracked ribs and bruised flesh. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"THEN I WILL RESPOND IN KIND! WE WILL DECIDE IT WITH ONE BLOW!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He flexes his body, muscles in his upper body, torso, and arms all coiling up and surging with energy. He grits his teeth, purging himself of any sense of pain for that moment. Empowering himself as he prepares to meet Fudou suitably, as an equal, in the crescendo of their conflict. He lifts his foot up and stomps again, and this time the arena cracks under it. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he digs his foot into the ground to worsen that crack. He takes a deep breath and pivots his body. Like Fudou, his arm comes out in a haymaker. His entire existence is behind that single punch. He has no defense left in him and has put everything into that single offense-specialized blow, "RYUUSOKEN!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the fist sails through the air, it is wreathed in a blazing red energy and, whether it hits the air or hits Fudou, upon impact it releases a massive blast of force that, as it releases, lets out a roar almost identical to a dragon. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hit or miss, though? Shin had no intention of stopping Fudou's blow towards him. And it impacts him square in the temple as he throws his own blow. He won't get to see if he landed his finisher on the man or if he missed, because the sheer and raw impact of Fudou's fist to the side of his head both dazes him and sends him flying backwards. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soaring from the punch, the Combat Vagrant lands on the floor of the arena like a ragdoll, bouncing a few times as he skips along the ground and eventually rolls to a stop face down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This battle has become a living work of art itself! Fist meets fist! Kick meets kick! Knee meets knee! These two competitors are neck and neck with each other! Neither sees fit to stand down and concede defeat! With their own two hands, all they seek to do is grasp victory! Grasp it and make it their own! Sir Moto, with that in mind, clenches his fist. Even I can feel the force welling up inside of him from here! This will be it! This is the moment we have all been waiting for! The blow that will decide it! It is thrown!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber gasps, eyes widening. "And Sir Tokuyama, without regard for his own condition meets that radiant blow in kind! Blazing, crimson battle energy follows! Like that of a roaring dragon! Here it comes! This will be the moment to decide it! Whose thoughts burn brighter than the other's!? Whose desire rages more fiercely!? Which among them has the will to stand on earth, face the heavens, and say 'I deny all limitations! I stand here now, a man! And as a man, I will reach forth and grab hold of my own destiny! By my own will!'!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>One blow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou doesn't try to dodge Shin's punch. It crosses underneath his own arm, red mixing with red. It smashes into the sharp edge of his cheekbone, an enormous, draconic silhouette explodes in a corona from the far side of his skull. <br /><br />It's not just a counter-hit.<br /><br />It's a <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">CROSS COUNTER</span>!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's legs give way. In the same instant that Shin is knocked back, so too is Fudou sent sprawling. He slams hard into the ground, bouncing once before his flight dissolves into a rough and painful tumble across the arena floor.<br /><br />It seems as though it might be a... A mutual knock out!?<br /><br />But...<br /><br />One mangled hand twitches.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From Shin's side of the ring, there's no movement for a long time. It looks like he might be stone cold out for the count. But eventually... eventually... there's the smallest twitch from one of his fingers. And soon after, a cough. Blood pools out of his mouth and onto the floor of the stadium as he slowly opens one eye. The other eye is swollen completely shut from the impact. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's scratching and clawing at the ground, looking for purchase in a half-concussed daze. He doesn't know fully where he is, or what he was doing before that freight train hit him a few moments ago. He just knows that his natural instinct is to be trying to climb to his feet for some reason. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's not doing it very fast, though. It seems to take a herculean effort just to plant his hands on the ground and push himself up onto his knees, whereupon he hacks and spews even more blood down onto the ground below him while trying to make heads or tails of his current surroundings.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Which blow lands? They BOTH land! It is a cross counter! Both fighters appear to be down for the count! Is this...a double knockout? No! ...I can see movement! Both fighters are still with us! Yet I do not imagine it will be for long! Who will stand, and who will remain on the ground? Who has the determination to climb to their feet after such brutal punishment, and claim victory!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhere out in the crowd is a little girl who can't possibly be a day older than twelve. She's come out to watch every single fight so far! Some of the kids back at school think she's weird for being so into this kind of thing. They say she should be doing girlier stuff. Her mom does, too. Her mom worries too much.<br /><br />Because the real reason she's here is to see her daddy fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's his biggest fan! And she tells everyone so. Daddy's biggest fan used to be mommy, until she became old enough to take that title for herself! Watching him lose to that fire-lady was tough. It's always hard to see him hurt, but he always gets back up again. He'll always get back up, no matter how hard he's hurt.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that doesn't make it easy to watch when he falls. It's not easy to watch now, either, but she does. She sees him hit the ground, and tumble, and fall face-first into the arena floor. Misae, age 12, balls her little hands into fists on top of the arena's railing. She came right up front to get the best view, and now she's glad she did- but for a different reason entirely.<br /><br />She takes in a breath... and yells.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything is dark. It's a familiar sensation, like he's been here dozens of times before. He has, of course. Some part of him recognizes that he's been knocked unconscious. This is normal. This is fine. It's a place that he's come to know quite well in his years. The darkness. The dull, numb sense of being. The red heat just above his gut.<br /><br />Yeah. He could lay here. He could lay here for hours. But...<br /><br />There was something he needed to do, wasn't there?<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Daddy--</span><br /><br />That voi<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ e...!<br /><br />chr">Stand up!</span><br /><br />That's right!<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">You can do it! I know you can!</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's hands ball into fists. His voice explodes from his throat.<br /><br />---<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin can see it. From the other end of the ring, a dull red light that fades rapidly into brighter and brighter hues. It's like the sun rising up from a distant horizon. He can hear it-- an anguished howl of life surging up from his opponent's lungs. Fudou presses his broken fists to the ground, the sting shoots up his arms. His brain swims between his ears, the world looks like he were viewing it through a fisheye lens tinged somehow with crimson dye.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a slow thing, at first. A slow thing that gives way to painful, agonized wakefulness. His feet are next, toes finding purchase, stunned legs forcing his bulk upward. Upward. Always, with that rising force.<br /><br />He staggers.<br /><br />A voice cries out in the stands. His leg shoots out to arrest his fall.<br /><br />Fudou Moto raises a fist to the sky, and sucks in a breath. And then... "I," he says, "Am."<br /><br /> "<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">THE CHAMPION</span>" <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin, meanwhile, was almost all the way up and standing. But at the last few moments, he seems to stop. It's possible that he heard the voice of a little girl calling for her father. It's possible that snapped him back into the fight he was just a part of. And it's possible it reminded him that he's not in martial arts for prizes or for glory. And it's possible it reminded him of a quote: <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'We learn martial arts as helping weakness. You never fight for people to get hurt. You're always helping people.' <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Jackie Chan <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And, one might say, it's possible that for all these reasons, just before he stands up fully, the Combat Vagrant instead shifts himself back down, planting a knee firmly on the arena floor. He lets out a grin through bloodstained teeth and watches his opponent stand up to claim victory. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Tsk... buy your wife and kid something nice."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "........" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber is silent. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The crowd roars! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber remembers to speak. "This....This is it! ladies and gentlemen, Sir Tokuyama has fallen to one knee, conceding defeat! And that makes Sir Moto our third place winner for Bracket A in the World Martial Arts Tournament! Nevertheless, both fighters that have stood upon this stage today have shown us what it truly means to turn combat into an art form! Let us not erase this battle from our minds for a long time to come! Feel grateful that you have watched this battle, and heard my beautiful voice! I am her Imperial Majesty, Red Saber, and proclaim; this battle is over!"<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come yet again! The time for the myriad universes to hear the beautiful voice of me! Red Saber! And also to bear witness to these two fighters as they set foot upon this grand stage, bearing hopes, dreams, and convictions in their fists! Tune in to the main stadium at 900.8 for the glorious play by play!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A blonde woman in regal red spoke into a held mic up in the announcer's area, making ridiculous dramatic motions with her free arm. "Today, in a bout to decide who will take third place, we have The Combat Vagrant; Shin Tokuyama, versus The Man with the Iron Fists; Fudou Moto! You both know the rules! Let us not waste time! The audience is waiting! I am waiting! The myriad universes are waiting! By my will; fight a battle worthy of the god's praise!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;IT'S THE FINAL OF THE FINALS. The contest for THIRD PLACE in WMAT's A bracket. The unfortunate and defeated of the tournament's semifinals have gathered to decide who, between them, deserves to be crowned with glory, and who shall return home suffering the ignominy of a second loss.<br /><br />For the fighter in the far corner, there's more riding on this than simple glory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou Moto stands in a superficially relaxed stance, but the tension gripping the muscles in his limbs and torso betrays his true feelings. Nothing about this man is hidden. His emotions are proudly displayed on his sleeves-- or, they would be, if he actually... had sleeves. Fudou wears a relatively fresher set of clothes for this fight, after the last pair was so viciously incinerated by his previous opponent. "Let's make this a good one," he says to the man on the other side of the ring.<br /><br />A victory here means more than glory.<br /><br />It means he gets to put away the last of his daughter's college fund.<br /><br />For Fudou Moto, there is no choice called 'defeat.'<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His shot at the finals was gone, but for a protagonist that's just part of the story. No one ever takes it in their first tournament arc, really. The Combat Vagrant, known by the real name of Shin Tokuyama, is making his way to the ring in a calm gait. He slowly takes off the suit coat and tie he wears, handing them to a ringside attendant. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I agree," He says to Fudou in a pretty upbeat tone as he unbuttons his sleeves and rolls them up, "I wanna close out my tournament arc with a bang, so win or lose I wanna have a fun time more than anything else," He muses, pushing his knuckles into his palms to crack them loudly. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He brings his hands up into a ready stance, grinning widely, "Love the choice of announcer. Hot girl with some nice chops on her, I think," He comments as he lets his footing shift on the ground and takes his stance more fully. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You can come at me when you're ready, bruh. Do it fierce."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou casts a brief stare over at the announcer, his eyes flickering then somewhere into the audience. "I'd comment," he says, a mild smile cracking his hard expression, "But my wife and little girl are out there watching. As attractive as our announcer might be--"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's stance shifts, his center of gravity drops like a stone. A puff of ground-away ring rises around his feet as he kicks into an erratic, but undeniably quick rush.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My wife," he thunders, suddenly /there/. But, for a trained street fighter, this sort of speed is expected. Fudou's hands ratchet outward to try and seize the Vagrant by one arm. "--Is the best--"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Suddenly, his stance shifts, twisting back and curling inward like a spring. "--IN THE UNIVERSE!" His hold transforms into a throw! If Shin's not careful, he COULD GO FLYING! Or maybe...<br /><br />Maybe that's more to his opponent's advantage than Fudou realizes!?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hah, I'm jealous. Maybe some day I'll get to that point witha love interest," Shin says, hopping up and down on his feet. He's ready and raring to go with this fight. And when Fudou rushes in towards him, Shin lets out a happy noise of surprise as his arm is grabbed. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's lifted up off his feet and put into a heavy throw. His entire weight is shifted upwards and evenly lifted, picking him up and depositing him into what looks to be a heavy throw that will do a good amount of damage. Only, Fudou can feel something odd happen as he throws Shin. The martial artist's weight shifts around the shoulder socket and there's an ungodly POP as the shoulder dislocates. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's body twists and both feet plant on the ground as he lets out a groan of pain, having dislocated his own shoulder to let him move in a way to not get thrown ass-first to the ground. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His counter-attack to Fudou is swift and hard, his free hand curling up into a balled fist and coming up towards the man with a fierce uppercut towards the jaw that uses his entire bodyweight. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So're they who you're fightin' for?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Fools! Attractive as I may be- This is the time for battle! Now go!" Saber held an arm outwards with a dramatic flourish. "Clash! Show us who you really are!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And so they do. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It begins! Sir Moto takes a stance! And then he lashes out! He attempts to grab his opponent and throw them! However, Sir Tokuyama...He...He has dislocated his own shoulder in order to create the opening for a counterattack! And it is swift! A fierce uppercut to the jaw! How will Sir Moto contend with this? Such fierce determination from the outset! It gives me chills!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A... successful throw!? No, not quite. Fudou's expression shifts swiftly from pleasant surprise to a whole different sort of shock. He feels the pop of bone and the strange sensation of flesh moving in wholly unnatural ways as Shin twists away.<br /><br />He dislocated his shoulder just to get away?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's... Dedication, if nothing else. Skill, certainly. Fudou grins despite himself, his stance falling back as Shin's feet find their way to the ground. "I just got lucky," he answers, releasing the other man's arm, "A guy like me, I never thought I'd be able to get a woman like mine."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's counterattack lands, smashing hard into the brawler's face-- not square on his chin, but into the hard lines of Fudou's jawline. Blood leaks from the corner of his mouth where his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek. He staggers-- almost.<br /><br />A foot smashes into the ground behind him.<br /><br />Fudou extends an arm, his mass combining with gravity and rhythmic fire-release-fire-release of a dozen muscle groups to transform that punch into a dynamite haymaker. Fudou's eyes narrow with a practiced focus, his blow hooking around to try and catch the Vagrant's skull, face or collarbone.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"They're everything to me," Fudou answers, spitting a wad of blood and pulverised flesh into the arena floor. "So it's only right that I give my all for them!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Shin gets a little bit of space, he grabs his dislocated arm and violently yanks it in a smooth motion, putting it back into place in the way he's done after dozens of street brawls before this mainstage fight. It's not his first rodeo with a dislocated shoulder. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grimacing in pain, he steps back and brings his hands up again, "I can dig it, man. Much respect. I hope I can find someone like that some day," He adds, thinking over what Fudou must feel like, "Guys like us, we rarely get that chance. We're way too much like bums." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin shifts his body, trying to bring his head down onto Fudou's incoming haymaker. It's an incredibly risky proposition for the martial artist to do, endeavoring to bring the very front of his forehead down and onto the fingers of his opponent, effectively countering a haymaker with a headbutt. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It means all the force of that blow hits him dead on and sends him skidding back a good distance along the arena floor. When he lifts his head up again, his forehead has been split wide open by the impact, sending a heavy amount of blood down his face, cheeks, and around his eyes. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's an eager grin on his face as he waits to see if he did any damage.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sir Moto takes the blow from his opponent, but stands strong! He does not waver! His counter follows soon after! A sensational hook! But Sir Tokuyama...what am I seeing here? Did he...? He did! He has chosen to headbutt the oncoming fist without any regard! is his skull made of steel!? We shall find out in the coming moments!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin Tokuyama continues to be an entirely unorthodox opponent. Rarely does Fudou ever find someone who intentionally blocks his fists with their face. Usually it takes more convincing to get people to do that- or at least, hitting them enough to make it so they can't NOT just block with their face.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unlike most opponents, Shin actually has decent footing when he experiences a head-on collision with Fudou's knuckles. A split second after impact, there's a series of wet-sounding pops as the small bones in the brawler's hand and wrist- honed and hardened though they may be- twist and break and dislodge in a way that has Fudou grimacing. Blood drips from his knuckles, promising a fresh layer of callouses. Everything below the wrist quickly begins turning red.<br /><br />...In more than one way.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's right," Fudou answers. His fingers hinge open, then close painfully tight again. Muscles all across his arms- BOTH arms- draw taut like masses of piano wires. "You'll find someone. Someday. Just don't give up looking. And when you do, you'll know."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"All the pain," he takes a step forward. A wisp of red light flickers across the deep wells of his eyes. "All the loneliness," toes dig into the flat stone tiles beneath him. Fire burns through his veins. "All the effort," his muscles explode into motion, thousands of pistons firing in unison. "It'll all be worth it! For a home to return to, and a purpose to fight for!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's why--" One strike, his uninjured arm shoots out in a jab. The air seems to waver in its wake, as if caught in a heat-haze. "Of course that's why!" Another, the backfist comes around, bloody and bruised and broken, but burning with heat that goes deeper than mere flesh and blood. "For the smiles I fight for." Another-- Fudou's legs slides forward, carrying his body weight up and into a rising knee. "I can give more now than I ever could!" Another and another, Fudou flies into a flurry, his blows falling like rain.<br /><br />If rain were made of thunderbolts.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin shakes his head a bit, clearing the blood from his face and smearing the rest away with the shoulder of his shirt, "Hahahah, man. Hopefully, hopefully. Karate hobo life ain't all that cracked out for true love, but maybe." He spits out a little more blood to the floor of the arena after that hasty cleanup job. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You got a family to fight for, man. So you better beat the crap out of me, because I'm gonna try to push you about as far as you can go, my man," Shin calls out as his hands come up again. He's catching his breath a little and watching Fudou get ready to come in at him again. Shin's own body is tense, coiled, and ready for a fight. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lunges in towards Fudou as his opponent comes at him, "It's not in my plan to fall in love QUITE yet, though," He ducks and weaves as best he can, but Fudou's punches are just coming in way too fast and hard. And so while his body weaves and dodges, they're still landing and rocking him with every blow, driving him to a standstill and then a very slow step-by-step backward. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a rising knee that Shin finally stops, grabbing it with both hands and the impact sends out a wave of force around the two men and Shin strains to hold his block, "You're showing it. I can feel how much you're in it to win it. Shit, whoever wins, you can have my prize money." He grits through his teeth. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I just want..." Shin grunts, "The MULTIVERSE TO SEE ME!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He throws a wild haymaker at his opponent as he calls this out. And his entire body surges with both vigor to fight and his natural ki to boost his abilities. Fudou came in on him hard and did a lot of damage, opening up cuts and abrasions all over the martial artist. And now he's taking the chance to fling bodyblow after bodyblow at his opponent in a devastating flurry of straights and hooks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh my! I heard that clash even from here! Sir Moto's hand could not have come out unscathed from that! Nonetheless! With great determination, he presses on! Like a calm before the storm, he takes a stance...he prepares himself...he strikes! A single jab! No, there's more! A backfist follows! A rising knee! The blows keep coming! Like a veritable storm!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber clenches a fist as she commentates on the action at hand. "Sir Tokuyama expresses a beast's agility as he weaves in and out! But it is not enough! The storm finds him! Blow after blow lands! ...Or has it? No they are connecting, but Sir Tokuyama...Aha! He stopped the knee! The force that follows! Oooh! Impressive! ...But he does not stop there! He expresses his own determination! He drives forward with a fierce blow aimed for his opponent! But no! There's more! Truly, this is a battle that could only be realized by two men who have followed the path of the fist!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air itself trembles when Shin catches Fudou's knee. Like a ripple in a pond, the shockwave winds outward, blasting a thin haze of dust into the air. For a moment, Fudou and his opponent lock, and the brawler's gaze fixes on the other man's hands. "It's more than money," Fudou rumbles, "But I appreciate your generosity. More people could stand to be so kind."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He presses forward to push himself back, using his locked leg as leverage to propel himself to a safer distance. "Love is something that happens," he continues, "You don't look for it. It finds you." Fudou's hands rise in anticipation of the next engagement, only to find itself thrust upon him faster than he had expected.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's blow catches him along his centerline. Fudou bites back a grunt as he staggers. Hit after hit after hit slams painfully into his torso, his brief lapse in defense giving the Vagrant an opportunity to riddle his body with welts and fractured bone and rapidly darkening bruises.<br /><br />"They see." Fudou answers, somewhere between the storm of blows. "At the very least--"<br /><br />Suddenly, fist smashes into fist.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"At the very least, I see. We see here, Shin Tokuyama!" Fudou's voice surges to a crescendo. Knuckle meets knuckle, knuckle meets elbow. His answer to every bodyblow is a counterpunch. Each strike looses a spray of blood and a crack of breaking bone, but even with the pain clear in his face, his fury is undaunted.<br /><br />Some men might turn away from pain.<br /><br />For Fudou Moto, pain only makes him fight harder.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You want everything I've got," the brawler's voice emerges like a thunderbolt, "I'll give it. Everything. More than that. More than this body can give! This is my answer, Shin Tokuyama!" With each strike, his hands burn redder and redder. But not just from blood, and not just from the sting of impact.<br /><br />His eyes are shining white.<br /><br />His fists are burning red.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin would feel it building- an impending sense of disastrous force. A <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">ki</span> that, by its very nature, is untameable, unstoppable, and utterly unlimited. Fudou lets it flood from the sea of his soul into the far-too-weak vessel that is his flesh and blood. A dam breaks; even to those without the necessary senses, the flame of his spirit is painfully obvious. It covers his arms and comes off his shoulders in flickering, brilliant plumes of phantasmal fire. It infuses his musculature with strength so great that they tear into themselves to deploy it. His bloody and broken hands, impossibly, begin to knit together, but not fast enough to keep up with his rising speed and even more rapidly rising strength.<br /><br />Ki meets ki. Knuckle meets knuckle.<br /><br />Fudou steps in.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He throws a punch. Not a counterstrike, but a true blow. A haymaker, with all that power behind it-- whether it hits or not, whatever it DOES hit, that arm can't possibly take that much force.<br /><br />He throws it anyway.<br /><br />Because, more important than money and more important than fame, Fudou Moto fights for one reason above all others...<br /><br />To make his family proud.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes! They do see me now! More than when I just brawled in the streets for money," Shin shouts as he pants, wiping blood away from the corner of his mouth, "And I can see you for the man you are. So if you won't hold back, if you'll show me more than everything you can give..." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When fist meets fist, Shin steps back and away, stomping his foot on the ground. His own ki flares up, rippling and coursing around his body as he squares off with Fudou. If the man is going to power up with that energy, then Shin will too. He tears the shirt away from himself to expose a chest where welts and bruising already show that Fudou's blows have cracked ribs and bruised flesh. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"THEN I WILL RESPOND IN KIND! WE WILL DECIDE IT WITH ONE BLOW!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He flexes his body, muscles in his upper body, torso, and arms all coiling up and surging with energy. He grits his teeth, purging himself of any sense of pain for that moment. Empowering himself as he prepares to meet Fudou suitably, as an equal, in the crescendo of their conflict. He lifts his foot up and stomps again, and this time the arena cracks under it. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he digs his foot into the ground to worsen that crack. He takes a deep breath and pivots his body. Like Fudou, his arm comes out in a haymaker. His entire existence is behind that single punch. He has no defense left in him and has put everything into that single offense-specialized blow, "RYUUSOKEN!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the fist sails through the air, it is wreathed in a blazing red energy and, whether it hits the air or hits Fudou, upon impact it releases a massive blast of force that, as it releases, lets out a roar almost identical to a dragon. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hit or miss, though? Shin had no intention of stopping Fudou's blow towards him. And it impacts him square in the temple as he throws his own blow. He won't get to see if he landed his finisher on the man or if he missed, because the sheer and raw impact of Fudou's fist to the side of his head both dazes him and sends him flying backwards. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soaring from the punch, the Combat Vagrant lands on the floor of the arena like a ragdoll, bouncing a few times as he skips along the ground and eventually rolls to a stop face down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This battle has become a living work of art itself! Fist meets fist! Kick meets kick! Knee meets knee! These two competitors are neck and neck with each other! Neither sees fit to stand down and concede defeat! With their own two hands, all they seek to do is grasp victory! Grasp it and make it their own! Sir Moto, with that in mind, clenches his fist. Even I can feel the force welling up inside of him from here! This will be it! This is the moment we have all been waiting for! The blow that will decide it! It is thrown!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber gasps, eyes widening. "And Sir Tokuyama, without regard for his own condition meets that radiant blow in kind! Blazing, crimson battle energy follows! Like that of a roaring dragon! Here it comes! This will be the moment to decide it! Whose thoughts burn brighter than the other's!? Whose desire rages more fiercely!? Which among them has the will to stand on earth, face the heavens, and say 'I deny all limitations! I stand here now, a man! And as a man, I will reach forth and grab hold of my own destiny! By my own will!'!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>One blow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou doesn't try to dodge Shin's punch. It crosses underneath his own arm, red mixing with red. It smashes into the sharp edge of his cheekbone, an enormous, draconic silhouette explodes in a corona from the far side of his skull. <br /><br />It's not just a counter-hit.<br /><br />It's a <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">CROSS COUNTER</span>!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's legs give way. In the same instant that Shin is knocked back, so too is Fudou sent sprawling. He slams hard into the ground, bouncing once before his flight dissolves into a rough and painful tumble across the arena floor.<br /><br />It seems as though it might be a... A mutual knock out!?<br /><br />But...<br /><br />One mangled hand twitches.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From Shin's side of the ring, there's no movement for a long time. It looks like he might be stone cold out for the count. But eventually... eventually... there's the smallest twitch from one of his fingers. And soon after, a cough. Blood pools out of his mouth and onto the floor of the stadium as he slowly opens one eye. The other eye is swollen completely shut from the impact. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's scratching and clawing at the ground, looking for purchase in a half-concussed daze. He doesn't know fully where he is, or what he was doing before that freight train hit him a few moments ago. He just knows that his natural instinct is to be trying to climb to his feet for some reason. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's not doing it very fast, though. It seems to take a herculean effort just to plant his hands on the ground and push himself up onto his knees, whereupon he hacks and spews even more blood down onto the ground below him while trying to make heads or tails of his current surroundings.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Which blow lands? They BOTH land! It is a cross counter! Both fighters appear to be down for the count! Is this...a double knockout? No! ...I can see movement! Both fighters are still with us! Yet I do not imagine it will be for long! Who will stand, and who will remain on the ground? Who has the determination to climb to their feet after such brutal punishment, and claim victory!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhere out in the crowd is a little girl who can't possibly be a day older than twelve. She's come out to watch every single fight so far! Some of the kids back at school think she's weird for being so into this kind of thing. They say she should be doing girlier stuff. Her mom does, too. Her mom worries too much.<br /><br />Because the real reason she's here is to see her daddy fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's his biggest fan! And she tells everyone so. Daddy's biggest fan used to be mommy, until she became old enough to take that title for herself! Watching him lose to that fire-lady was tough. It's always hard to see him hurt, but he always gets back up again. He'll always get back up, no matter how hard he's hurt.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that doesn't make it easy to watch when he falls. It's not easy to watch now, either, but she does. She sees him hit the ground, and tumble, and fall face-first into the arena floor. Misae, age 12, balls her little hands into fists on top of the arena's railing. She came right up front to get the best view, and now she's glad she did- but for a different reason entirely.<br /><br />She takes in a breath... and yells.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything is dark. It's a familiar sensation, like he's been here dozens of times before. He has, of course. Some part of him recognizes that he's been knocked unconscious. This is normal. This is fine. It's a place that he's come to know quite well in his years. The darkness. The dull, numb sense of being. The red heat just above his gut.<br /><br />Yeah. He could lay here. He could lay here for hours. But...<br /><br />There was something he needed to do, wasn't there?<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Daddy--</span><br /><br />That voi<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ e...!<br /><br />chr">Stand up!</span><br /><br />That's right!<br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">You can do it! I know you can!</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou's hands ball into fists. His voice explodes from his throat.<br /><br />---<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin can see it. From the other end of the ring, a dull red light that fades rapidly into brighter and brighter hues. It's like the sun rising up from a distant horizon. He can hear it-- an anguished howl of life surging up from his opponent's lungs. Fudou presses his broken fists to the ground, the sting shoots up his arms. His brain swims between his ears, the world looks like he were viewing it through a fisheye lens tinged somehow with crimson dye.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a slow thing, at first. A slow thing that gives way to painful, agonized wakefulness. His feet are next, toes finding purchase, stunned legs forcing his bulk upward. Upward. Always, with that rising force.<br /><br />He staggers.<br /><br />A voice cries out in the stands. His leg shoots out to arrest his fall.<br /><br />Fudou Moto raises a fist to the sky, and sucks in a breath. And then... "I," he says, "Am."<br /><br /> "<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">THE CHAMPION</span>" <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin, meanwhile, was almost all the way up and standing. But at the last few moments, he seems to stop. It's possible that he heard the voice of a little girl calling for her father. It's possible that snapped him back into the fight he was just a part of. And it's possible it reminded him that he's not in martial arts for prizes or for glory. And it's possible it reminded him of a quote: <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'We learn martial arts as helping weakness. You never fight for people to get hurt. You're always helping people.' <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Jackie Chan <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And, one might say, it's possible that for all these reasons, just before he stands up fully, the Combat Vagrant instead shifts himself back down, planting a knee firmly on the arena floor. He lets out a grin through bloodstained teeth and watches his opponent stand up to claim victory. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Tsk... buy your wife and kid something nice."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "........" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber is silent. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The crowd roars! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber remembers to speak. "This....This is it! ladies and gentlemen, Sir Tokuyama has fallen to one knee, conceding defeat! And that makes Sir Moto our third place winner for Bracket A in the World Martial Arts Tournament! Nevertheless, both fighters that have stood upon this stage today have shown us what it truly means to turn combat into an art form! Let us not erase this battle from our minds for a long time to come! Feel grateful that you have watched this battle, and heard my beautiful voice! I am her Imperial Majesty, Red Saber, and proclaim; this battle is over!"<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is it. The finals. For all her boasting, Samar actually wasn't too certain she'd make it against several of those opponents. Against the odds, though, here she is.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The queen of the sea could hardly be any further from her natural environment, though. Unlike her usual, she's standing right in front of her symbiote, arms folded over her chest and narrowed red eyes fixed on the horizon. The hulking second half of the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess looms behind her, their connecting black cable extending from its chest down to the metal brace around Samar's neck. It hisses, seethes, black ichor dripping from between its teeth and metal groaning with each mechanical breath.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Samar just waits, ready to face her final battle of the tournament, no matter how it ends.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan clears his throat. The mic he grips broadcasts a short burst of feedback an instant before his voice roars like a demon of hot air from the region's many speakers. "In only a few minutes, one of only TWO remaining WMAT championship battles will be conducted! From the heat of the Diablo Desert, I bring you a hot-blooded contest between would-be World Champion SAMAR and would-be World Champion SETSUKO KAMINAGI! What burns hotter -- the sun, or the PASSION blazing in the hearts of these two warriors?!"<br /><br /> The audience -- already in a frenzy -- manages to somehow get LOUDER in response to Mister Satan's introduction. Nearby vidscreens display focused images of both Samar and Setsuko as the two ladies arrive in their own unique ways. Mister Satan's voice continues, as The Champ himself -- dressed in a sharp tuxedo -- squeezes the microphone in a white-knuckled grasp. Blue eyes almost bulging out of his head, he shouts out: "This is a fight no one should miss!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The entire tournament has been a test. A safe-space examination, of sorts, of how her newfound abilities stack up against other Elites. In previous years, despite having power in the domain of War, she had washed out of the A-bracket early, never more than a round or two in. And yet, with her newfound power, here she is, at the top of the C-bracket, among those she'd never have been able to face before. It's told her more than a bit about herself and the extent of her abilities.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So for tonight, just for tonight, Setsuko Kaminagi goes into battle already satisfied. She has long since accomplished her purpose. Now she can simply partake of a duel for its own sake.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The swordswoman can probably be sensed long before she arrives, for anyone with even the faintest supernatural affinity. She descends out of the sky in silence, coming to rest directly in Samar's line of sight. The sweltering heat of the desert isn't the most comfortable for her either, but other than the sweat already starting to form on her brow, the swordswoman doesn't show it - simply offers Samar a low, deep bow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Setsuko Kaminagi. Last daughter of the Kaminagi clan, bearer of the divine blade Zanjintou. Kaminagi-ryu swordsmanship. A pleasure to formally meet you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the midst of the diverse, multiversal crowd, that would brave even the unrelenting desert to satisfy their craving for action, for once other monsters of the deep would not stand out as much. That is, if they weren't making such a racket, but they at least have had the good taste to not load their guns. Instead a chorus of what might be cheers, if it weren't more like hisses, gurgles and buzzes, erupts from a rowdy section of the audience. Mostly humanoids, and slightly-less-than humanoids, with white skin and black armor, some of the Abyssal fleet have been granted shore leave to come watch the finale. Their bias is obvious, especially with a super deformed-style Samar face emblazoning a 'ABYSSAL HONOR' banner, but it seems they are geared up in general. A Ro-class destroyer chomps popcorn, as a Ta-class uses its back as a tray to rest her beer, and yells, "Yeah! Violence!" A more reserved Wo-class sits further behind them, hands seemingly not having much to do without her staff, as she fidgets. "...go - team," she mumbles, completely overwhelmed by the rest.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" A tiny voice barks out through the announcement system. Floating into view on the same camera that displays Mister Satan, it's a tiny robot girl in high tech armor, resembling a skirt made out of thick tentacle-like arms and finger-like wings. Alighting on the Champ's shoulder, she dismisses her equipment, except for the microphone she holds, "Our favorite world champion Hercule Satan ain't announcin' this Final Round by himself! It's Yours Truely, Mary the Maryceles from Omestrada Entertainment, here to co-commentate!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Raising her free hand, she gestures, "In one corner we have a samurai war god and in the other we have the grand princess of battleships. I don't care WHO wins--" Leaning forward on her perch, the shinki's eyes flash red, matching her fang-toothed grin, "--SHOW ME SOME CARNAGE!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar is never really one to get distracted by observers; her focus is entirely on Setsuko once the swordswoman descends into the arena. She watches, calculating and considering, until, at last, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Her head tilts up a little higher. Some gestures don't come naturally to her, it seems.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Samar, the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess and undisputed leader of the Abyssal Fleet. It's an honor to meet you on the battlefield at last."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The ghostly pale woman takes a seat in the open palm of her symbiote, who effortlessly lifts her up onto its back. There she slips into her classic mermaid-like sprawl, propped up on her elbows as she observes Setsuko from her new perch. The symbiote snarls; Samar smirks. "It sounds like people would like us to get on with it. I don't think you'll have any objections, will you?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever the response, Samar obviously isn't keen on waiting.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The main shoulder cannons of her symbiote swivel down into place, locking on to Setsuko. Rather than firing an entire volley, however, Samar is more cautious: a single shell is sent flying over the desert with a powerful report, careening toward Setsuko and ready to burst on impact with the demigod. Just a test of reactions, to see exactly the kind of skill her opponent has first-hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> There is a notable open gap between the Abyssal gathering and the common Earthlings in attendance. It's almost as if the Abyssals have been quarantined for emitting some kind of contagious disease! Of course, there's not REALLY any disease -- right? No, no, it's just that -- well -- these poor humans just don't know how to comfortably mingle with horrors from the depths of the ocean hellbent on the destruction of mankind!<br /><br /> Mister Satan would probably be just as intimidated, himself, except that he's very far away from the Abyssals, and he's fixated on his job as a commentator. He shoots a sideways grin to his newly-arrived co-commentator, and tries to placate her bloodthirst. "Now, now, Mary! The tournament is a celebration of more than mere carnage! Remember, these two have plenty of skill to showcase as well as courage and endurance! But...hmm...no doubt things will get dangerous with the likes of Samar in the arena. I hope Setsuko's prepared for a brutal fight!" Chin-scratch.<br /><br /> "AH! Samar's making the first move! Greetings are barely exchanged before the fighting begins!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning back, Mary shrugs with her eyes closed, "Yeah I know! Skill, technique, willpower, and FEROCITY-- but at the end of the day all of those result in a beatdown." Eyes opening again, she leans forward once more to sweep a glance over the audience, gesturing with one hand, "An' these great folks are here today to watch these two smash the jelly outta each other 'til one stops getting up!" Eyes wandering to the ring, she grins, "You can do it fancy, strategic, or just headbutt your obstacles 'til they fall down-- but it's all for the same prize!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah!" Jumping in place, Mary leans forward moreso, "Samar's taken the initiative all right, with those big guns on her kit! It's not surprisin', battleships like her are known for their range, but how's that gonna play out against a samurai warrior? Even with shinki the advantage comes down to skill!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a soft whisper of steel, the blade of Zanjintou drawn. Setsuko's face becomes calm, her eyes intensely focused; respect between warriors, respect between /soldiers/, is all she could ask for from this final match, and she has it. "None whatsoever," she replies simply, bringing her blade up into a calm ready stance.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is no real surprise to the moment, no sudden attack that catches Setsuko offguard. She is fully ready for the shell, and still it proves so fast and well-aimed that all the silver-haired woman can do is shift herself to the side and reflexively parry. The resulting explosion catches her along the side rather than head-on, scorching her arm, and tearing holes in the left leg of her pants, but it's a simple opening shot, and not enough to put her down.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as quickly as Setsuko reacts to the attack, however, she's already launching one of her own. By now the WMAT fans have seen it plenty of times, the demigod bringing her blade down and unleashing an arc of blue light that whips across the desert - a 'slash' of energy that cuts just as sharply as Zanjintou itself. And right behind it comes Setsuko herself, charging in at freeway speeds with her weapon ready, either to strike or defend. Aggressively closing the distance against a ranged opponent has always been one of her core strategies.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan, like Mary, is caught up in the unfolding action. He might not be so hungry for blood as his little co-commentator, but he knows a high-class fight when he sees one, and he can't help getting all hot under the collar. His heart pounds! Sweat beads on his skin! His voice rises into another shout --<br /><br /> "It doesn't look as if Setsuko's challenged by the presence of firearms! Rather than evade the coming mortar, she decides to draw her sword -- the mighty ZANJINTOU -- and slap the attack aside in a parry! But I think that may have cost her some, don't you?! She comes out of the blast literally SMOKING! Ah -- but there! A cutting arc of blue energy sweeps out from her sword! And she's charging into melee range!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar faces a danger that she's dealt with multiple times in this tournament: her opponents are much faster than she is. The symbiote can tank damage very well, it's true, but when it comes to people who can dish out as much as she can...it becomes much more of a risk.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This time, though, Samar has enough of a warning to move. That blade of energy slashes across the arena, and the symbiote lurches aside, ducking and moving with little to no grace, but enough skill to suffer little more than a slash along its pale bicep. Not a drop of blood comes from the cut, but it's clearly /there/. Better not get hit by one of /those/ directly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as the beast lumbers into balance, though, Setsuko's coming in to close the distance. Samar gives a sharp cry, and as if on cue, the guns along the symbiote's torso flare to life.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They may not be very strong, but the array of smaller cannons and anti-air batteries along the cyborg beast can certainly be troublesome. Blast after blast is fired to slow Setsuko down, anti-air shots bursting around her and smaller cannons aimed right for the demigod herself!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary glances towards Mister Satan's face, "Lots of tournament fights in the Battle Rondo have taught me that trying to parry explosive rounds is really risky," Eyes close and she shrugs, "An' that looked like it might not have paid off this time." Glancing back down, she grins, "Like it's slowin' her down though! Hell yeah! Get in there an' show us what that sword can really do!" Bouncing in place, Mary thrusts out her fists like a boxer, "Though Samar's not gonna make it easy! Her kit's got all kinds of little guns on it too, look at 'em pop off! How many guns does she have on this thing, again?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A chorus of noise, that sounds like a small army getting amped up, erupts from the Abyssal fleet's section of the audience as blows get traded. A Chi-class torpedo cruiser, wearing a commemorative WMAT bandana over her normal armored mask, blows into an honest-to-goodness vuvuzela, to add even more disruptive party atmosphere. One of the destroyers makes a morse code beep sound for a moment, and some of the humanoid phantom ships there hesitate in theri cheering for just a moment. The Ta-class from before, obviously already hammered, stands up on that same destroyer and yells out, "WE'RE ****IN' SHIPS!" A few of the nearby male audience members gape, both at the exclamation and the - spectacle - before modestly trying to return to the action. After the moment is over, the cheering returns to normal, thankfully for everyone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Superhuman reflexes keep Zanjintou's blade whipping left and right, parrying the smaller shots out of the air, but there's nothing she can do about explosions going off around her. A burn here, a gash there, blood running down her right arm in a thin streamer of red, it's to be expected for such a bold charge against an enemy with ranged advantage over her. All she can do is bank on her natural toughness and regeneration to keep her on her feet through the short time needed to close the gap.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she emerges from the smoke of the explosions in a single, fierce leap, throwing herself forward and dropping into a roll intended to briefly undercut the range of Samar's cannons. Those present a pretty serious threat to her, so without a doubt they're the first thing on Setsuko's list. Already her hands are both on Zanjintou's grip, and as she rises up out of the roll, she turns the forward and upward momentum into a forward and upward slash, aimed at the biggest cannon she can hit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan's head gets out of the clouds once the dust in the arena starts to clear. "Aha, I think I can see something out there again! After Samar's bombardment stirs up quite a dust storm, but if I'm not mistaken, that's Zanjintou cutting through the bullet storm! The sword moves so fast, it's like a blur!"<br /><br /> "Perhaps it's the swinging of that sword, but the sands are being pushed back by a mighty wind! Setsuko's revealed -- and she's rolling forward to strike back at the very cannons that pinned her down!!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My file just says 'lots', so..." Mary flicks through some blue displays projected from her forearm, then dismisses them with a shrug, "Like I know anything about boats! All I know is that they're awesome!" Her casual dismissal is thrown off by a shout from the audience, and she glowers crimson daggers at the noisome Ta-class for a second before recovering herself.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One hand raising, her face lifting and eyes closed, she comments, "The MMS Type Tentacles was designed based on stories about old gods! You'll find similar design features in the MMS Custom Type Crawling Chaos." She ignores the banner that pops up on her feed, reading 'ON SALE NOW', "I'm not nautical at all, talk to Ia about that stuff."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Snapping back to the action, she leans forward again, "Looks like she's goin' for a disarm! Samar's got a lot of hardware, but even knocking out a few of those guns might make things easier for Setsuko in her preferred fightin' range." Gesturing with a wink, she adds, "And for samurai, 'disarm' is a bit more literal than you'd expect, which works out just fine for me! I wanna see what color a ship's blood is!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Such skill! Not once has Samar had her shots parried out of the air before, and it shows in the grimace on her face. Most of her opponents have been more focused on range thus far; even Fate, who kept trying to target Samar herself, attacked from a distance for much of their battle.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is a whole new challenge.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote is too slow to avoid that motion. It twists aside, but the damage is dealt: two of the main cannons on its left shoulder are sliced clean in half, rendering them much too dangerous to use properly. Samar curses under her breath, but she's far from powerless yet.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's furious shout of battle is paired with the lift of the symbiote's arm, its massive hand coming up to where Setsuko has become briefly airborne. Like a child swatting away a fly, that giant hand swings down and across to /smack/ Setsuko down to the ground again. While the beast may be slow, there's no doubt that its raw strength packs as much force as those cannons!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan, WORLD CHAMPION, cups his ear toward the stands. "The Abyssals in the crowd really approved of Samar's bombardment, but I think I just heard a collective gasp from their section in the stands -- Setsuko's retaliation lands fair and square, and Samar's cannons are -- TWO of them are cut right in half! Split in half like a wheel of cheese! A very deadly wheel of cheese!"<br /><br /> "Now, Samar brings her own brand of fisticuffs into the fray! Setsuko's getting an introduction to Samar's giant FIST! That's a hardcore slap if I've ever seen one!"<br /><br /> And Mister Satan has received his fair share of slaps. If anyone here is an expert on slaps, it's him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In her own way, Setsuko is treading new territory as well; her opponents have all been of more or less human scale, and while one of them relied on heavy firepower, she was not quite so visibly, heavily beweaponed. It's more like fighting a living, moving fortress. And she's not prepared for what that fortress is capable of; nowhere is this more clear than when the symbiote reaches up and slaps her downward. She's not nearly ready, only just managing to get her arms in front of herself and eat some of the force from that blow. Her impact against the desert floor kicks up more dust, digging a small crater, and when she comes up out of it, she's visibly more battered, now bleeding from somewhere in her hairline as well.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But immediately, she's up and over, using her flight capability briefly to take a quick arc right over Samar and land behind the battleship. In the brief moment she has, the demigod whips her blade into motion again, taking a rapid-fire series of cuts at anything she can reach while she has that brief opening.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Mary slouches, "Aw, that's just the guns!" Gesturing with her hands, she flails them in front of her, "Setsuko missed out on the 'dis-arm' wordplay totally!" She then folds her own arms, visibly pouting, "How disappointing... I'll just have to wait--"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the noise in the ring, though, the shinki perks up, "Though it's not every day you see a battleship punch a samurai, huh?" Sidelong glancing, she speaks up, "Say, Mister Satan, you're a martial artist. Got any tips for her technique?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> A brilliant GLEAM dances in the Champ's baby blues as Setsuko puts on a stunning display of swordsmanship! "What skill! What finesse! What passion! Setsuko's blade DANCES in her hand, and strikes again and again at Samar's hull! One, two, three slashes -- it's beautiful, isn't it, Mary?! The tournament is truly honored to have such a warrior competing for its grandest title!"<br /><br /> Then, he goes all sharp-minded and analytical. He looks down, and a shadow falls across his face, obscuring his closed eyes in a solid black swatch. His voice almost growls as he answers Mary's question! His fist, once jabbing, now coils up tighter, so tight that a vein pulses across the back of his hand! His knuckles almost glow they're so white with raging admiration! "I couldn't hope to critique such an exquisite display, but if I was going to offer any advice, it would be THIS!" His head snaps up. His afro ruffles in the desert wind. His white cape flares! "NEVER GIVE UP! Press every advantage you get! It's time to give it your very best, no matter what your combative style, for the CHAMPIONSHIP IS ON THE LINE!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do you ever-" Samar's hiss through her teeth is cut off as she suddenly has to deal with Setsuko's quick retaliation. Slash, slash, slash - right for the back of the symbiote, and dangerously close to Samar herself. The blade cleaves into black metal, carving into it like the hull of a ship and sending oil and smoke leaking from the damage. The symbiote is too slow to turn around quickly; it's up to Samar to do something this time.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"-slow /down/?!" She snaps her sentence to a finish just as she kicks off the symbiote's back, her foot leading to dig a flat heel into Setsuko's throat and try to get the swordsman down for another moment. She may not have quite the strength of her symbiote, but Samar herself is nothing to scoff at: the next /stomp/ of her other leg into Setsuko's chest to kick back off and onto the symbiote's back is remarkably powerful as well, but it's really just an effort to slow down the demigod for a few seconds.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Enough seconds for the symbiote to lurch around and slam its hard elbow down onto Setsuko just after Samar leaps free from that second kick.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The only thing prettier to me," Mary states with a shrug to Mister Satan's question, "Is the gleam of fresh-spilled jelly as it flies through the air after a fresh cleave. Oil or blood work, too!" A critical eye opens, examining the fight on several feeds as well as the real deal below, "Setsuko's already shown me what color her internal juice is, but no matter how much damage Samar's taking she refuses to show me what color her innards are!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The other eye opens and she focuses more, from diferent angles, "It's lookin' like while Setsuko is going right for the chick controlling that huge rigging, Samar's not an easy target--" Bringing up her fists, she suddenly cheers, "--YEAH, ASSKICKING!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A blow to the throat, accurate and powerful, is enough to cause even Setsuko trouble, and the choked noise she makes confirms just how solidly Samar's foot has hit the demigod. The second hit catches her in the sternum, a much harder target, but it's still going to leave the swordswoman stinging, and between that and the coughing, sputtering noise she's making, it looks as if she's a complete sitting duck for the elbow - only for both her hands to come up at the last second, every part of her body absorbing all that force, drawing a pained growl out of Setsuko as her muscles and bones strain... but she manages to hold, only just. Zanjintou drops down, landing with the flat of its blade across her right foot.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And with her arms quivering, her voice slightly raspy, Setsuko finally responds to Samar's question with one of her own, one the Abyssal should know better than anyone. "What happens... to a soldier, who slows down on the battlefield...?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few things happen at once. Setsuko shoves to one side, pushing the Symbiote's elbow to her right and letting all that force come down beside her, which has the effect of shoving her to her left, clean off her feet. She kicks her right leg upward, putting Zanjintou up in the air where she can catch it-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a snap-CLACK, a rush of air, a brief glimmer of blue, a very large blur of steely grey, as Setsuko turns in the air and brings her entire body around-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-and by the time Setsuko's boots hit the desert sand again, Zanjintou has taken its full size, and the massive blade is just finishing the horizontal slash the demigod's spin created.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> The sound of Zanjintou striking like a bolt of thunder nearly drowns out Mister Satan's "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" of mingled anguish, awe, horror, and amazement! It's the very same sound being torn from every throat in the audience! "SETSUKO DELIVERS AN UTTERLY STUNNING HIT AS ZANJINTOU -- HER UNSTOPPABLE BLADE -- UNFOLDS TO REVEAL ITS FULL LENGTH AND DEVASTATING POWER!! The entire arena TREMBLES as shock grips the audience! Surely that blow was felt all the way back in whatever ocean Samar emerged from!!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some of the carnival atmosphere fades from the Abyssal cheering section, though not quite all yet. It's not so much that their leader, Samar, looks like she might be taking a completely devestating strike. Undead spirits of sunken ships or not, they enjoy a good show as much as anyone. Instead, it seems like it's more of a protracted 'oooOOooohh' moment from the majority of them. The Wo-class carrier in attendance continues sitting passively during this, though her eyebrows, the most expressive part of her, knit inward. Certainly, she had seen some of the Elites of the multiverse first hand, but to think there could be one this evenly matched -- or perhaps, even superior -- to their leader. The Ta-class from before knocks on the carrier's enormous hat, causing it to ring with a metallic clanking, as the hat's tentacles twitch as though surprised, before she leans down, "Don't hear you cheering much, Wo. You need to go to the little destroyer's room or something?" "...no. Just watch-ing." "Alright." Then the bikini-bottomed woman bellows out again, "GIVE AS GOOD AS YOU GET!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's expression is not a happy one. This swordswoman - this warrior - exhibits strength on par with the Princess' own symbiote, and far more speed at the same time. This is going to push Samar to her limits, she can tell.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote strains to recover as it's shoved aside, and that sword swings around. Samar is pushing to prepare, but in a few jarring moments, she realizes the sword coming straight for /her/ has suddenly grown to proportions that even the symbiote would struggle with.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Red eyes widen, and she ducks-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A massive white arm comes up just in time, suffering the cleave of the Zanjintou all the way to the bone of its forearm. Not a single drop of blood comes from the wound, but all the same, the symbiote gives a mechanical /howl/ of agony like a twisted foghorn.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A howl echoed by Samar's pained and furious yell.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar casts her own arm aside, a motion that the symbiote mirrors to either wrench the sword out of Setsuko's grip or yank it out of its bicep. At the same time, the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess...begins to grow. Samar's growth is much slower than that of the symbiote, but still they rise into the air, taking up more and more of the battlefield and casting a towering shadow over Setsuko. At last, powerful hands slam into the ground, kicking up dust and shaking the earth all the way to the stands; the symbiote's mouth opens for a bellow that makes the earth shudder. With Leviathan Mode activated, the creature is now easily hundreds of feet tall, much like an actual battleship, and Samar, while smaller, has become a giantess in her own right.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next time the beast's hand comes up, it's to curl into a fist and slam down on Setsuko's head like a meteor from the heavens.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That should even things out again.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Zanjintou flaring out to full size, Mary leans forward, eyes sparkling, "I'm a big fan of big swords! Every time Setsuko's unveiled this, it's resulted in Big Damage--" She winces at the hit and resulting howling, "and she's hacked a huge wound into Samar's rigging! She felt THAT, for sure, and now-- WHOA."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the rumble of Leviathan putting its pressure on the Diablo Desert, Mary re-manifests her armor from the Slipway so she can float, and avoid any shaking. She shifts her mic to one of her tentacle arms, then leans forward again, "The battleship princess just became a giant, and her gear, too! It's not against the /rules/ but this surprising! Setsuko's gotta be careful or she'll get smashed like a bug!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as Samar starts to grow, Setsuko backs off. Despite the natural aggression of her fighting style, she's not foolish, and there are times when caution is prudent; times like 'her opponent growing to gargantuan size'. She wrenches Zanjintou's twelve-meter length free and hurls herself out of the way, just in time to feel a roar that shakes her to her very bones... and a fist that nearly shatters them. The demigod manages to get out from under the fist directly, but just being /clipped/ by it is enough to smash her off to one side as if she's been hit by a semi, sending her tumbling across the ground so hard that her grip on her massive blade is, for once, completely broken.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She comes to her feet, dirty and bleeding and bruised in several spots, but despite what must be cracked ribs and what is /definitely/ a great deal more injury, she lunges into a full-speed run without skipping a beat. Pushing her body hard, even with her regeneration. As she passes by Zanjintou, she reaches down and hefts it up again, and then launches herself straight up into the air, a leap that becomes true flight, soaring up until she can look Samar straight in the eyes. And with her massive sword held over her shoulder, the demigod roars, "ZANJINTOU!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then begins to spin.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"DAI!" Faster and faster, the blade transforming as she spins, far more aerodynamic. "SHAAA!" Picking up speed, a blur of steel, and then for just a moment Setsuko's clear blue eyes can be seen- "RIIIIIIN!!" And then she throws, transferring all that rotation into the weapon itself as it launches like a projectile, becoming an immense, impossibly sharp boomerang that whips through the air towards Samar herself. Immediately, Setsuko herself follows after, darting through the air straight towards the Battleship Princess on a separate course from her weapon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "I didn't know she could get so -- " Gulp. " -- BIG!"<br /><br /> The shadow Samar casts over the battlefield rivals even the region's giant mushrooms. It leaves Mister Satan feeling kind of...small! Small, and more than a little powerless. Of course, it wouldn't do for anyone to SEE him chattering in fear, so he swallows back the reaction, picks up his handsome cleft chin, and resumes his commentary through a BEAMING smile that no one could tell was forced!<br /><br /> "The transformed PRINCESS SAMAR delivers a terrible blow in return! Her fist sends Setsuko scrambling across the battlefield in a graceless sprawl! Bones cracking, blood pouring from more that one scrape, Setsuko's slow to gather herself after that one! Is she reeling enough to surrender, though?!" He LAUGHS. "HAHAHA! NO! Setsuko Kaminagi, surrender?! Not with the championship on the line! What did I tell you!"<br /><br /> "Setsuko swirls into a spinning counterattack! Zanjintou is a steely blur once again! Samar's not going to be easy to cut down, but if Setsuko hits..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> The Champ lowers his voice to a dramatic pitch. "...it could be enough to bring the giantess to her knees!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What, that make you nervous?" Mary leans towards Mister Satan, "You humans have it easy, most foes you fight are as big as you, but for a shinki, everyone is bigger than you already!" Leaning back, she shades her eyes with a tentacle armature, "Though that /is/ pretty damn big! Every time she touches the ground it's registering on Seismographs for miles!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a laugh, though, Mary comments, "'course, Setsuko's a tough old bird. She's probably enough shinki fight that I can't help but wonder if she'll use some of the tactics we've seen shinki using against human opponents in the other brackets-- Like going for the face!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote leans a little heavily on that damaged arm, but it seems its anger and Samar's drive are more than enough to keep it going right now. Red steam pours from its mouth as if it were a metal dragon; it lurches toward Setsuko, clearly eager to take advantage of her recovery.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But not quite quick enough.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko leaps, far, far off the ground, all the way up to where Samar lies on the back of her symbiote. The symbiote's main cannons swivel up to track the swordswoman, but Samar knows better; whatever Setsuko is preparing, she's going to have to deal with it on her own.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Red eyes narrow to blazing slits. Teeth are bared in a vicious snarl. Samar braces, ready to react...and the moment that sword goes flying, she twists.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's not enough to avoid the massive, swift blade entirely, but it's better than nothing. The sword slices into her side, cutting through her black dress and straight through white flesh all the way to the other side; like her symbiote, there's no blood, but the ghostly woman still grits her teeth in clear pain. She can't lose her focus, though.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko's speeding toward her, and while Samar looks like she's still recoiling from that blow, she knows better than to let pain bring down her guard against an opponent like this.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The moment the time seems right, Samar's hand suddenly lashes right out at Setsuko. The giant Abyssal's fingers close around Setsuko to briefly crush her, and with a vicious, vindictive snarl, throw the swordswoman aside to the desert floor again.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan LAUGHS in the face of Mary's accusations! No matter how accurate they might be, the Champ is great at disproving anyone's doubts! "I'm not NERVOUS! Don't be ridiculous -- I am merely in awe of her power! Her raw strength! As anyone would be! Samar's incredible to behold -- even recoiling from the devastating issued by the sharp edge of ZANJINTOU! Samar's body is SLASHED by Setsuko's weapon, and the Princess REELS -- but, much like her stalwart foe, Samar doesn't crumble! She doesn't FALTER! Instead, she musters herself and her willpower! Can you SEE the determination boiling off her body like STEAM?!"<br /><br /> His fist clenches, and Mister Satan punches forward again to emphasize his next words. "SAMAR! TRIES! TO! CRUSH! SETSUKO! IN! HER! GRASP!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko tries to bank and evade the grab, but there's no way she's getting out of it. A fist bigger than her body wraps around the swordswoman, and crushing force squeezes down around her from every direction - the Symbiote can feel a shockingly immense strength pushing back, but even a human that can lift ten tons over her head is not going to be a match for such a powerful grasp, and by the time it tosses her downward, the demigod is rather the worse for it. But even with all that force, the swordswoman is able to pull herself from an uncontrolled ballistic trajectory into a long, wide swoop, coming right back up into the air and reaching up above her head-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just in time to grab the handle of the Zanjintou, both sword and swordswoman having taken separate flight paths to end up right back where they started.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rather than close in again, however, Setsuko launches sideways in the air, taking a circular path around Samar that slowly begins to close in. And the divine blade in her hand returns to its smaller katana form, such that rather than unleashing massive up-close attacks, she can begin slashing at the air, over and over, unloading a veritable torrent of 'divine cutter' projectiles.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think that's just regular steam, she's pretty pissed!" Mary comments, gesturing with her eyes closed. Refocusing on the match, she calls up several different cameras on her holographic displays, wincing at the impact she sees, "Setsuko is snatched and then thrown-- and that looked pretty painful even for me! Rather than closin' in, looks like Setsuko is opting to stay at range by slicing up a storm of slash arcs. Will Samar's armor stand up to this?" Thrusting her arms to either side, Mary leans dangerously close to her own camera feed, "COME ON, I WANNA SEE SOME /WRECKAGE/!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko simply recovers too quickly; Samar is trying to get her symbiote oriented by the time Setsuko already has a hold of Zanjintou. The beast howls again, the depths of its throat glowing with a baleful light, black ichor and red steam pouring from between its teeth-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko darts aside yet again, and Samar, still clutching the ghostly wound in her side, turns to keep her eyes fixed on her opponent. Guns are already swiveling into aim, and the symbiote is lumbering to face the swordswoman, but Samar already knows it's not going to be enough.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At least the Princess is quicker than her mount.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first slash cleaves into her shoulder, but Samar is ready for the others. She twists, ducks, weaves where she can; some still graze along her body and cut into her form, but she manages to keep from being sliced to bits against the onslaught. The Abyssal just has to endure while her symbiote positions itself, energy rising to a peak in its open maw and rattling its metal frame as it struggles to contain the building power.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All at once, it's released. Samar slams her fist down on the symbiote's back and lets out a scream of absolute fury. At the same time, the gigantic creature launches forth a swirling beam of crimson energy straight for Setsuko: rage, sorrow, fear; the emotions that give Abyssals their life and their power, all condensed into a blazing show of bloody light that scorches oceans and melts metal. The stream blasts toward the demigod - and onward, over the heads of the audience and to the distant sky.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "Incredibly, Setsuko seems to have survived the crushing forces found in Samar's squeezing grip!" Mister Satan gawps in surprise. He looks briefly to Mary to gauge her reaction, then continues:<br /><br /> "I think wreckage is in the books for sure! Listen as those blasts cut into Samar time and time again -- I think I hear pain on the wind! Even though Samar doesn't bleed, her agony is reflected on her face and in her form. I feel true sympathy for her, and true admiration for the way she sustains these attacks!"<br /><br /> "And now, in response --..." He's briefly overwhelmed by Samar's shriek of fury! "SAMAR LETS LOOSE A TORRENT OF CRIMSON ENERGY THAT THREATENS TO CONSUME SETSUKO WHOLE! My heart nearly breaks for the despair and rage in Samar's voice!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The light show extends into the audience, for a moment. Specifically, the Abyssal section, where perhaps in resonance with Samar to a degree, a few of the less-aware ghostly ships begin to develop luminous red auras around their bodies, as their howls and buzzes increase in frequency and fervor. Maybe...that is a kind of cheering, anyway? The ship-people that were already quite developed don't seem to be as affected, including the Ta-class, that covers her ears as one might when a jet is taking off, dropping a fresh can of engine oil she had been sipping in the process, and sending it spilling over one of the harmonizing I-class destroyers. "Augh, I can't even hear myself think!" After a beat, "IT'S GREAT."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko tries to prepare herself. Something big is coming, and she's got to dodge, got to cover herself, got to do something- but there's no time, not even to return Zanjintou to its full size. All she can do is protect her face, bring her arms up to cover herself and-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pain. Every sense Setsuko has screams. Her relatively tiny form is engulfed in mid-air, completely obscured by crimson power. About the time the blast ends, the demigod is dropping out the bottom of it, her whole body smoking, battered. Burnt and bleeding, she falls and falls and crashes through one of the peculiar natural plantlike structures that dot the landscape, kicking up a plume of dust. For several seconds there is nothing. There is total silence from the battlefield. And then there is a single, calm, soft voice. "...I see. So that's what you are."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The dust separates as Setsuko strides out, a bright blue energy flowing around her. Far from the blazing, fiery auras that this world knows so well, the demigod looks more as if she is wrapped in a stormcloud, silent and billowing. Her body is near its limit, but her eyes remain clear, staring straight up at Samar. "You are that which is left in the wake of my blade, and I am that which gives rise to your grief... it's almost fitting, isn't it?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She brings Zanjintou up, and the entire aura disappears. Winks out of existence, as with a snap, Zanjintou practically explodes out to its full size. "For any other opponent this technique would not have been within the rules. It is a powerful, killing blow. But against an opponet like you, nothing less will be enough to win, will it?" A breath is let out. "Very well. I'll show you my final technique."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The ground around her erupts. Setsuko suddenly launches into the air like a missile, twin streamers of blue light erupting from her back like something between thruster jets and divine wings. Incredible acceleration, enough to strain a body utterly in shambles, but she doesn't care. "HOWL, ZANJINTOU! WITH THE VERY MIGHT OF THE SKIES THEMSELVES...!" Higher, higher, up the swordswoman goes, rising into the sky, up to the sparse clouds overhead, even beyond. Reaching the height of her jump, pausing. And then falling.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"HaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA/AAAAAA!!/"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Down she comes, faster and faster, not just falling, /flying/ downward. More and more speed, becoming a meteor, a missile, a projectile descending straight towards the massive form of Samar with her impossibly large blade high overhead. A descent so fast that only her perfect reflexes can swing the blade in time, only her incredible durability keeps her arms from tearing free at any point during the swing. A strike only possible with the power of a demigod.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"CHEEEESUTOOOOOAAAAAAH!!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan gapes at the clearing dust clouds. A dim silhouette struggles to rise amid the churning, sand-strewn air. His voice is hushed, for once. "Is that...is that Setsuko standing up? Impossible!" He draws in a gasp. "How can she even -- I don't -- can she even -- !? SETSUKO IS ON HER FEET!"<br /><br /> The audience grows very still in the next moments. Setsuko takes flight a final time. Her sword cleaves the heavens! She is magnificent! Mister Satan exults in what turns out to be the final blow! "SETSUKO REVEALS THE LIMITS OF HER POWER! Like a hurricane, she crashes against Samar, and dashes the Leviathan Princess against rocky shores! Samar wobbles -- Samar looks lost! The mighty CHESUTO has done it! Could it be we have a new World Champion?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The beam finally narrows down into nothing, just as Samar's scream fades into heavy, labored breathing. She pants, red eyes staring down at the spot where Setsuko's fallen. The symbiote hunches like a building whose supports are giving way, with the same sort of mechanical groan as steam and oil pour from its maw. For a second, Samar is certain of her victory...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...and another second later, that certainty is dashed. "...how..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A brilliant blue storm in contrast to the hellish crimson a moment before, Setsuko makes her presence clear. And Samar glares down at the demigod with a burning stare of confusion and /fury/. The Princess refuses to be denied victory: not here, not so close to taking hold of it. Her opponent is incredible, yes, but she is /more/ so. She is the leader of the Abyssal Fleet, the orchestrator of mankind's destruction, an unrivaled queen of the ocean's depths! She /can't/ fail now!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Words, however, have failed her. The symbiote bellows, and Samar /roars/. The mechanical beast reaches up as if to grab the descending Setsuko, its foghorn-like cry battling against the demigod's kiai-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A flash passes through the symbiote, and Samar's expression shifts to wide-eyed shock. It's a silent few seconds, jarringly so compared to the earlier fury.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, with a tremendous snapping and groaning of severed metal like a great ship capsizing, the symbiote's arm drops and its two halves careen down to the earth. The impact sends a storm of sand rolling over the desert - and no doubt the stands as well - which shields the view of Samar herself collapsing onto the ground with an earth-shaking crash of her own.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time the dust settles, Samar is unconscious, lying next to the massive form of her symbiote leaking oil and billowing smoke. Not dead - or at least whatever passes for death for Abyssals - but certainly defeated.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mister Satan keeps his feet even though he feels like he'd like to rock back into his chair. "Ladies and gentlemen -- please, tolerate another interruption -- the Bracket C World Championship of the World Martial Arts Tournament has been decided! Please, extend your congratulations to SETSUKO KAMINAGI!! Her defeat of SAMAR leaves Samar holding the tournament's desirable second place title! As the Diablo Desert grows calm again, let's hear your applause for SETSUKO and SAMAR! Congratulations, World Champion Setsuko Kaminagi!"<br /><br /> The medical crew along the sidelines already starts to get busy as a victorious fanfare starts to play from the speakers. "I'd like to thank my co-commentator, MARY, for joining me in trying to describe the action that's unfolded here tonight! You were wonderful, Mary! And you were wonderful yourself, Setsuko Kaminagi! World Champion! HAH! That'll be great to see in the Hall of Fame! From Bracket A wash-out to Bracket C champ -- who'd have guessed?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko's boots are firmly planted on the desert floor. Her blade is so far into it as to be covered entirely. Her body is hunched over, stopped in the followthrough position, shoulders heaving with the monumental effort. Her regeneration is working at its limit just to keep her conscious. She takes a long, deep breath, and there is a snap and a soft rush of air as Zanjintou returns to its katana form one last time. Back in its sheath it goes, as she stands up...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...and very nearly falls over.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stumbling, having a difficult time just holding her balance, Setsuko walks over, amidst the wreckage of the Symbiote, until she stands before Samar's unconscious form. The medical crew approaching for her receives a brief wave-off, and a simple declaration of, "I'm a regenerator. This once, I will accept no medical care." Then, she looks at Samar briefly...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...before stepping to one side, drawing Zanjintou, and with a flourish, bringing it up vertically in front of her face, a warrior's salute. Here she will remain, on guard, until the Abyssal 'medical crew' arrives to take Samar home.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With things all but settled, the crowds celebrate, but then it's time to get home and beat the other warp gate rush hour traffic from other WMAT events underway. Souvenir keepsakes are bought, some last minute photographs are taken, multiversal celebrities that had been in attendance give their thoughts in interviews. The Abyssals are no exception, after some time, but they sit as a group a little bit longer than those with nothing personally invested in this battle, other than this year's rooting interest. It's not quite that they're stunned, but it takes a few moments to soak in that their joyride could be over so quickly.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Count on that Ta-class to break the ice, though. After a few moments, she sits upright from where she had passed out from drunkeness, a few moments before, actually missing the very climax. "Huh, what happened?" It only takes a moment for her vision to stop being blurry enough to see, and then understand, "Oh. She lost, huh. Bummer. But what are you guys being so gloomy about? This should be a night of celebration!" With the pep talk, the others manage another round of cheering buzzing and hissing, both for Samar, and strangely, the one that was finally able to best her. "That's more like it! ...ugh..hrk.." She wobbles again, collapsing shamelessly into the Wo-class carrier's stoic arms, "You're gonna have to tow me back. This oil was spiked." "--shame-ful."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wirelessly, the Abyssal's clean up crew receives their orders, as well, once the area begins to empty. Samar and her symbiote, or what's left of either, are attended to by some suspicious 'physicians', at best. Don't worry, they're with her. A Wa-class, a bloated creature with a humanoid torso bolted to a globular, metal shell, hovers up to the princess' remnants. Once there, a hatch opens, and her body seems to grow to accomodate the both of them, as other Abyssals that had somehow been riding inside come out to assist. After a while, all that is left is some wet sand, as the 'Wahmbulance' - her cargo capsule hastily stencil painted with red crosses, makes for the contestant exits.<br> <br><br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Tomoyo's Boutique<br />
** Third place winners can have their pick of accessories in bronze.<br />
** Second place winners can have their pick of accessories in silver.<br />
** First place winners can have their pick of accessories in gold.<br />
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* Prizes from Blue Oni Garage<br />
** Winners are able to customize their own Knight Motorcycle of either the cyborg or organic variant. Features may include combat-ready armor and weaponry. (Upgrade apps may be required; speak to Kotone Yamakawa for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Ariel vs The Black Knightmare]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Vervi|VERVI]] with Abstractum MAVERICK<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Vervi and Maverick<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Red Saber<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3210/WMAT_Exhibition:_Fuki_and_Silent_Black_vs._Vervi_and_Maverick|Fuki and Silent Black vs. Vervi and Maverick]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Rival medics put their not-so-healy skills to the test in a WMAT exhibition!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Sumia<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Bahu<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3222/WMAT_Exhibition:_Sanary_Rondel_vs._Sumia|Sanary Rondel vs. Sumia]]<br />
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|Location=Papaya Island - Stadium<br />
|Synopsis=Sanary Rondel faces Sumia in a special WMAT exhibition match!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's the afternoon at the WMAT stadium, Sumia's outside of the large arena with a brush in hand and spear at her side. Taking the brush to her pegasus, she gives a soft smile and a brief nod. "No matter what, we'll have a good time. She did help out back when that village was getting overran by Risen." she nods, "But still, we aren't going to take it easy are we?" the Pegasus gives a snort of agreement and Sumia smiles, packing up the brush then mounting up. "Shall we?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A kick off and she takes to the air, encircling the Stadium from atop her winged steed, looking down at the square platform below. "It's now or never. Landon might be in the audience..." she lets out a soft sigh, "He's not Chrom but he's definately a close second." a firm nod and she dives down, only to pull up just before hooves touch stone. She's festooned the saddle with ribbon and her signature lance has feathers at the end of it. "Good day, noble people!" she greets the audience, "I, Sumia of the Knight Sister's of Ylisse, will show you the majestic spear!" and with a couple loud clops, the pegasus lands. "Now where's Sanary...?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Medic versus medic... That's definitely not the sort of fight Sanary's used to. She's more used to charging at things much bigger than her, but today will be different. Today, she'll be fighting someone from her own world! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She's a little nervous to say the least. Someone that might already know how she's going to fight, her strengths, her weaknesses... But that's not going to stop her from defending her honor! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After psyching herself up with a bag of pre-fight street food, Sanary arrives in the arena proper, decked out in the fuzzy mobility-boosting and heat-retaining Lagombi armor. Her practically-trademark gunaxe rests against her shoulder, the little blue square dangling from the end while the shield from the Daora's Casca remains strapped to her back. She looks about as ready as she'll ever be, flashing Sumia a confident grin upon spotting her. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Time to make an entrance. "I, Sanary Rondel of the..." There's a long pause. "... Of Plegia will show you the pride of pig farmers everywhere!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Was that really the best thing she could think of? Apparently. "Ready, Sumia? Let's make this a good one!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu was quite honestly happy to just be in the stadium today, as this was the first time he'd actually been around during one of these battles. What a stroke of luck when he happened to be within earshot of some of the event runners complaining that, at the last minute, they needed an announcer for the match. <br /><br /> Fast Forward about 15 minutes later, and the little whelp is now holding a multi-tuned microphone in his small hands. He hops up on to the stage and after trying in vain to get the crowd's attention, he fires a single arcane firework into the air to do the job. He stands dramatically as the spell ends just as quickly as it begun. He walks between the two women and looks up at them both before speaking. <br /><br /> "Ladies and...Ladies, I believe we are ready to start, right? My name is Bahu and I'll be announcing tonight's match. In ONE corner we have Sumia, pegasus knight and spear wielder extraordinare!" <br /><br /> Bahu dramatically points at her before switching around to point to Sanary. <br /><br /> "In the OTHER corner, we have Sanary, a strong-woman with a peculiar axe. This is going to be a battle of polearms to see WHO is the TRUE master of their craft. NOW! No more interruptions! Let's get ready to RUMMMBLLLEEEEE!" <br /><br /> Bahu gives his best shot at the iconic line before immediately skidaddling off of the stage and out of the way of the two dangerous ladies. <br /><br /> "Fight!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia scratches her ear gently, the little radio and microphone tuned into the Union's channels and the voices of people supporting her. She gives a brief look at Sanary and gives a bit of a smile. "Remember, smile for the people." with the pegasus' wings flaring out, she takes to the sky and readies the spear, the twin bladed weapon she's grown accustomed to using.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It only takes a brief moment when she points towards Sanary that the armored winged steed dives down at her, spear extended to make a passing by stab towards Sanary's arm! "Remember, we can heal each other after this! Go all out you Plegian dog!" this is spite filled after hearing Plegia come from Sanary's own words but... "Let's go!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Smile, smile... Right." Sanary laughs and shows the crowd a bright grin as she holds her arms out, not-so-subtly waving at them like one of those wrestlers she's seen on TV. She doesn't showboat for too long, at least, and the healer's quick to ready her shield once Sumia's up in the air. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Understood. These people paid for a show, so let's give 'em plenty of blood!" As the rider comes closer, Sanary readies herself to dodge that attack with the gunaxe in position to strike back. Even with the shield, she can't afford to get hit in this armor as much as she could with the other set considering how much lighter this one is! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then she gets hit. Even with the shield deflecting the brunt of the strike, the spear still manages to graze past her arm at a fairly painful angle. Sanary grits her teeth through the pain, the hand on her axe clenching tightly as she reassesses her strategy. Matching speed with speed probably won't work, considering that Sumia's capable of flying. Instead, she takes a broad swing at Sumia, trying to trade blows now that the Pegasus Knight is in range!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu finds a nice neutral angle to sit so he could watch the fight properly and do his recently anointed job. "Ooooh! Pegasus knights can fly! That's awesome! Sumia takes to the air for a flying stab. Sanary tries to block but the strike is too hard and manages to graze her shoulder! We're already off to a stabbity start! How will Sanary return fire?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The axe clangs against her armor and sparks fly from it along with a few splats of blood, the blade biting the flesh underneath. Fortunately, her legs were the ones who took the axe slice as the Pegasus Knight flies up into the air once more, this time, using the knowledge of her opponent. She can't fly. Pulling out a small spear, a javelin, she gives a brief nod. "Alright, dear, let's go! Dive a bit to give the javeline more power."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pegasus snorts once more and dives down rapidly as Sumia launches the smaller spear at Sanary, aiming for that shield this time, hoping to make it useless with the embedded weapon, of course, she's got more where this comes from as she makes another round and launches one more javelin. "Dodge this!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sanary grins as the axe makes contact, albeit only hitting a fairly non-vital limb considering Sumia's mount. All she needs to do is do that several more times, and the fight's in the bag! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Watching Sumia as she takes the skies, that grin just remains as the axe-fighter predictably remains on the ground. Seeing that javelin coming her way, she attempts to dodge it entirely and barely fails at that, the javelin grazing by her side and drawing another spurt of blood along with another sharp hiss of pain. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Clever... But not clever enough!" She takes a moment to let her magical energy circulate about to keep the bleeding from both wounds from getting too bad, then pumps energy into her anklets. Moments later, she's lifting off and headed straight for Sumia! She's definitely relying more on speed than skill with her own flight, though, attempting to charge at her as fast as possible with the shield braced in front of her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia blinks, holding steady in the air as Sanary takes flight. "No one told me she could fly without a pegasus..." she mutters, the lack of doing anything allows the shield to contact directly sending her and her pegasus back a ways in the air. She shakes her head and squints her eyes... "Ho... how is she doing that?" she mutters the question a few times before shaking her head again.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't know how you did it, maybe with Plegian magic... but I'm going to stop it!" She kicks her pegasus into gear and makes a charge of her own in mid air, spear lowered as if she is intending to skewer Sanary with the twin bladed weapon, only to pull up and present the Pegasus' hooves towards her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a mighty kick, the Pegasus rears up and attempts to slam those hooves into Sanary's back to put her down back to the earth! "Down, and stay down!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu stands on the tops of his feet, clutching the microphone close to his face. "Whoa, they can both fly! Sanary strikes back with an axe strike of her own that hits in the leg, but Sumia goes for yet another stab! It grazes Sanary again, but doesn't look like it did much! And from there, Sanary takes flight and charges Sanary and it's a pretty good hit, sending her back. Sumia charges once moore, using her flying horse? Whoa...horses...Using her flying horse to trample Sanary mid air! Flying is so cool..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Despite being pleased with that direct hit, Sanary's still having quite a bit of trouble regulating her movements. Flying in a straight line is easy, but regaining her balance after impact? Not so much. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's-frickin'... That's for me to know and you to figure out, Ylissean... Ylissean!" The healer zips this way and that, almost looking as if she actually knows what she's doing while essentially just tumbling around in the air and doing confusing midair spirals. Luckily enough, one of those spirals actually whirls her around just in time to see those giant hooves coming right at her, and she's able to bring her shield up in time to not have her chest caved in! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Rrgh! Ah.. N-nice horse you got there. Er. Pegasus. I don't wanna hurt her, but if she keeps this up...!" The healer wobbles a bit as she hovers back from the impact, then focuses another spurt of magical energy to send her right back at Sumia with the axe swung at her spear arm this time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The axe scrapes along the armor and dents it, the impact making her drop a javelin she had prepared for her next strike, the short spear sticks up straight in the ground as it lands and Sumia holds her arm with her other, "Better for the Halidom than you, Plegian. Or is barbarism the best thing you can do aside from fly without wings?!" As Sanary's close enough from that axe hit, she twirls her spear around in one hand and tries to smack her over the head with the blunt end.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Get away and get back on the ground, Plegian! The skies are reserved for those who can master their mount!" and with another twirl she rears back and tries stabbng Sanary's arm this time, "I thank you for your help from a while back but that's the only thanks you'll get for now!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After that last stab attempt, she dives back to the ground with a heavy hoof clopping on the stone tiles, readying her spear again. She's breathing slightly heavy, it's her first real combat against another person in a long time...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu cranes his head up to watch the battle. "The mid air clash is pretty sweet! Sanary raises her shield to block the fat horseshoes from trampling her and swings her axe at Sumia's arm, hitting the armor. Sumia returns fire with a staff smack to the head! The battle is intense and full of full of heats as passion fills the air! ...Wait. Other way around. Passionate Battle with heated words!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sanary's luck in avoiding attacks in the air doesn't last forever, and Sumia's spear hits her cleanly in the head! Even with the padded armor on, it's still enough to daze the axe cleric, and she starts dropping from the sky! To make matters worse, that stab hits her square in the shield arm rather than the shield itself, and it drops out of Sanary's hand. She does right herself at the last moment before touching down, though, landing with a rather dramatic stomping of her feet instead of getting her head planted right into the arena floor. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then it's time to tap into some of that raw, unfiltered anger from many months ago. "Tch... You Halid-whatevers are all the same. Don't look down on us just because we're idiots!" She resists cracking a grin at that, trying to find another source of vitriol even as she aims her gunaxe at Sumia and lets that healing energy work on getting her shield arm back into fighting condition. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "If you want to make this a ground fight, then fine. But I don't need a mount to fly for me!" That angry facade cracks momentarily as the slightest of grins appears, although it's all but hidden by a sudden volley of flame shells erupting from the gunaxe's barrel.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tch, she's still up but hey, her shield's not there which is good. The pegasus scrapes the ground with her hoof and leans down, "And you yourself admit to being idiots." she shakes her head, "Can't even say Halidom right. Stay back on your own continent." she chides as the gun axe goes off, the flame shots ping around her and end up knocking her off her steed and onto the ground, the pegasus moving in front of Sumia to prevent more shots from hitting her as she moves to pick herself up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What in the world is that weapon?" she stands there a bit frightened but she still has her spear in front of her. The pegasus moves away and she starts charging the axe gun user, trying to bury that spear inside of her. "Here! We'll do a ground fight!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That one actually stung a bit. If Sanary didn't know any better, then this pegasus knight really had it in for her! That, or it's just Sumia's efforts to put on a good show. Whatever the case is, the healer does stop firing once the pegasus moves to cover the rider from further shots. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, what is it, then? Halidomean? Halidean? So-oo sorry we never learned what kinds of words you made up to make yourselves feel better!" She gives her injured arm a few experimental whacks to see if it's in shape to get that shield yet, but she doesn't get the opportunity to do so just yet as Sumia comes charging at her with that spear, landing a clean stab into the same arm! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Just as planned. Well, aside from the horrible stabbing pain and excessive bleeding part. Still, drawing the spear-user into close-ranged ground combat is just what Sanary wanted, and she tries to use that to her advantage as she rushes forward with a headbutt aimed at (what else) Sumia's face!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu 's eyes grow huge while watching the proceedings. "We're going down! Sanary looks a little stunned after taking both of those hits and drops from the sky, but her axe totally has a secret weapons! It shoots fire! Sumia looks surprised as the shots hit her, knocking her off of her horse and hittin the ground! They throw around some more words before Sanary totally just walks up and headbutts Sumia in the face! Brutal! Also awesome!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The headbutt catches Sumia off guard once more and she backs off just a bit. "HALIDOM!" she shouts at the Plegian, "And of course you barbarians would think that we use those words to make us feel better. At least we have the protection of Naga under us to deal with people like you!" And with a leap, Sumia brings her spear up to try and jump stab the axe wielder!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What are you, Confederate too?!" she shouts, backing away a bit after landing, "What's next? going to invade the Halidom? Bring down our Exalted lady. Or are you going to go back and worship the Fell Dragon?" she frowns and pulls her spear back, "Why... why won't you consider a good life and turn from the Fell Dragon's embrace, Sanary. You know that it would be better for you!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know it's Halidom! Bad idea.. Agh." Sanary backs off as well, taking a moment to shake off the cobwebs from that headbutt. "But what's the right word for the people, then? Even you've gotta understand that much!" Taking a calculated risk, she uses the short respite to try and get her shield back. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That, of course, leads to getting stabbed in the shield arm /again/. She even utters a sharp cry at that one, the adrenaline and magical energy being the only things keeping her from letting loose that food she ate earlier. "Bad idea...! Geh. You have your Naga, and we've got...!" She pauses again, partially to steel herself, and partially to try and keep up the act. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "... We don't need lousy dragons to fight our battles for us!" Maybe she didn't quite keep the pious Plegian act up, but even she has her limits. "And.. Yeah, I am a Confederate! That... Uh. You didn't know that?" Sanary actually stares at Sumia blankly for a second there, although the blood running down her mangled arm does snap her back to reality moments later, and she stomps once before taking a fire-infused swing upwardsat the spear-maiden's spear-arm. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Maybe the nobles want that, but commoners like me... We're just trying to live our own ways without getting dragged into your d-uh. Sword waving contests!" Gotta keep it PG for the kids, even with all that blood flying around.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Naga inspires us, not fight for us." she comments, looking towards the sky, "She's our hope and our faith and defense if fyou ever..." as she turns back to Sanary and makes a yell of pain as her spear arm is cut into! The blood drips on that axe and Sumia looks angry.. well as angry as a lady can be..<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She moves her spear to her other arm and pants hard, staring at the Plegian. "I'm going finish this." as she rushes forth and she brings her other arm with the spear up to bear before she makes a hooked punch with her injured arm, trying to let the gauntlet make a point of pain. "Commoner, sure..." she mutters while close, "No, I didn't know that but I do now... and I'll be making note of it in the future!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia brings her gauntleted arm back up for one more swing and slowly backs away.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu fist pumps energetically from his tiny corner of the ring. "Nice! The headbutt connects, with Sumia getting pushed back. She comes back tho, stabbing Sanary in that same arm again! Sanary is super strong though, so she takes it and dishes out a uppercut, e me-punch, right into Sumia's arm, but that doesn't stop her! Sumia raises her hand and swings it back, trying to knock Sanary's light's out! It's turnin into a boxing match!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "As does Grimleal for... Some of... Us." Sanary actually falters a bit as she says that, looking considerably more uncomfortable than she has throughout this entire battle. Yes, even more uncomfortable than she was with the spear going into the same arm again. Bad memories, perhaps? <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The axe cleric does find her second wind, however, as that slightly crazed grin returns to her face not long after. (She's getting better at it, too!) "Heh... Finishing so soon? Well, if that's what the audience wa-"As much as she's getting into the act, it's also leaving quite a few gaps in Sanary's defenses if the pain coursing through her arm wasn't already. Case in point: She takes the first punch square in the jaw, and she staggers back once more to narrowly evade that second one (and also spit out a tooth). <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And yet, that grin remains as the Plegian rests her hand over her uncovered/only eye. "Finishing it, huh? That wasn't your best shot, was it? I'll just.. I'll just have to show you mine, then!" Stepping back again with quite a bit more blood coming out of her mouth, the healer makes a show of clenching her face as if she's in pain, all while channelling energy into her eye. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Flames of the howling abyss, heed my call!" Once enough energy is gathered, she brings her hand back down dramatically and lets loose a heat beam from her eye at Sumia, creating a sudden explosion wherever that shot finally strikes!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That had to strike your emotions..." she whispers, backing up a bit more. "No, that wasn't my best shot... I can do better." she states only perking slightly when Sanary makes her little chant. "What in Naga?!" she shouts before the explosion wracks her location and sends her flying back and off the stone field, crashing into the grass below! Her armor's cracked and her spear arm is wounded, her other arm is in pain and she's barely standing at this point.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slowly crawls up on the ring and coughs hard, spitting out some blood from the many wounds she's taken from that explosion. "Nnngh, Naga... if you can hear me. Grant me the strength to win. Grant me the strength to beat this Plegian!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls out a Javelin from her mount's pack and uses that to finish standing up then proceeds to point the tip at her. "This is for the Halidom, Sanary! This is for Landon! This is for the Union! I will prevail here!" she starts running forward, javelin in hand, her face wracked with pain and just before she makes it... she trips and goes into an uncontrollable flight straight into Sanary!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That... Might have been going a little overboard, but it actually hit! Although Sanary's face maintains that crazed grin, a more observant eye (dammit Kilik) would notice that she's actually more giddy about that than anything else. It's not every day she gets to use that eye laser, after all! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Naga this, Naga that. If you need inspiration, look into your own heart, Sumia!" Spitting out another tooth as she readies herself for Sumia's next attack, the axe cleric starting to grin genuinely at the Pegasus Knight's resolve. She prepares herself for the attack that is to come, then... <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ... Stares in disbelief as Sumia trips and comes barrelling right at her instead. If nothing else, there's definitely a lot of speed in that move, and it's fast enough that she's caught completely off-guard with that impromptu headbutt torpedo! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At least she's not getting hit in the shield arm /again/. Instead, she just gets hit right in the face with another face and topples backwards, losing her grip on the axe in the process. She doesn't go down alone, however, reaching up instinctively to catch the pegasus-less knight around the waist! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of course, fighting for so long and taking so many hits that only one arm is actually working does make it hard to hold Sumia in midair with just one arm. To that end, Sanary just ends up falling flat on her back with the knight right on top of her. How... Awkward. "... Yeah, I think I'm done for today. Uh. Good fight, though!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu 's jumps up and down a little bit as the match continues. "Sanary takes the hit to the face before...doing an eye thing and unleashing a huge explosion! I can't even see anything it's so big! But...but Sumia's still standing! I mean...she's not blown to bits or anything but that did look like it hurt. She...she trips? Oh...oh no." <br /><br /> He watches in awe as the awkward attack manages to hit and sends them both to the ground. "...that was the best trip attack ever! Sumia trips at a high speed right into Sanary and...did I hear that right? Has Sanary thrown in the towel?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The javelin is dropped during the tripped attempt at trying to ram it into that shield arm, but instead finishes it up with a trip and a crash into her opponent, leaving the two in a really... awkward position. "U...um... Y.. yeah, that's that's enough for both of us." a pause, "G.. good fight. Where in Naga's name did you learn how to fly on your own? And use that thing in your eye..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She rolls off of Sanary, "Does this mean you're giving up?" she questions, "If so, I wish you luck the next time we meet." she gives a brief smile, breathing hard while she looks at the sky, "You know, I never expected to see a Plegian fight that well. Good job..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia pauses slightly, "I hope Landon didn't see that..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu , noting that the fight was over once they were in earshot skidaddles over towards the two women, and after gauging Sumia's height, he leaps directly on Sumia's head with the microphone in his hand and taps her on the side of the ear, whispering. "Hey-hey-hey. Put your hand up in the air. Like the fist thing. I wanna do a thing."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia blinks slightly, looking up at the thing upon her head, "Um..." she puts her fist into the air, wincing some at having to d as such. "Li... like this?" she questions, "A... and why are you on my head?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So awkward. Not that Sanary's complaining or anything, but... Well, there might be kids watching! She lets Sumia off with a light pat on her uninjured shoulder, wincing slightly as she sits up and starts to circulate healing magic between the both of them slowly in a faint green light. "Yeeeah... Um. Real good fight! It's... Let's just say I know a really good R&D person." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Laughing lightly, she shakes her head at that latter question while following that gaze to the sky. "Let's call it a draw. The fighting mood's kinda gone now, anyway. Especially after..." Subject change. Subject change! "Didn't expect to see a Ylissean noble fight like you did, either. Er. Last time and this time, I mean. Definitely learned a lot today." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She does raise an eyebrow slightly at the mention of Landon, however, an impish grin crossing the healer's face. "Why? Think he'll get jealous?" Thankfully, Sanary doesn't linger on that for too long before looking over at Bahu with the same raised eyebrow (and a raised fist as directed). "Er. Like this?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu reaches over to grab Sumia's hand and holds it up, similarly to how many announcers on TV might have done it. He keeps his other hand on that microphone though. <br /><br /> "And the WINNAR by...uh...TOWEL THROWING IS SUMIA, THE PEGASUS KNIGHT! And I am on your head because I am short, you are way too tall and you won! Congratlations! That was a great fight and I hope that people came out and had a really good time!"<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:847|Konoe Kanno (847)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Um..." Came the sound of someone who wasn't quite sure of where they were. "...What am I supposed to say? Oh- ...Sorry I can't...yes..okay." AHEM. "This is the World Martial Arts Tournament Bracket A Final Match. It's um...Cortex versis Natasha? Yes, that's right. These two will be facing off for the title of champion. Please give them both your regards! I'm Konoe Kanno, and we're at the...Yunzabit Heights. Please stay tuned for the play by play?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Another pause. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "...Was that right? Oh- Whenever you're ready, please begin!" Konoe sighed and lowered the mic after that, gaze settling onto the combat area below.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex is ready for this fight! Taking a couple days off from crime fighting after trying to blunt the impact of the planet roaring into the brain of someone he was psychically connected with has done good for his headache and general health. But now, he's right back to fighting. And this is his last match in this tournament, which will decide whether he's champion or runner-up. Certainly, he's in this for the money. There's a charity that needs it! But he's also learned how to enjoy the fight itself. And from what he's heard, he's facing a pyrokinetic! That's a form of psychic power, right? Two psychics, facing off in the finals of the tournament!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The super hero is in his standard black body suit with purple swirls and spirals, the top of his mask open for his blonde hair, and an opening over his nose and mouth as well. He tugs on his gloves to make sure they're tight enough, and adjusts his utility belt to make sure it's connected properly... Last-minute preparations he has already made dozens of times before and after getting here. Their announcer is ready, the two competitors have been introduced... This is really it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The final match.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As enthusiastic as he is, nervousness also eats away at Cortex, making him feel a bit nauseous.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's ready for the final too, she's been waiting impatiently for it. This tournament seems to have been going on forever, of course she's happy to have got this far but she wants to win and get it over with already. Natasha isn't a psychic though but she can't really correct with other people might think. It looks likes she's fighting some kind of super hero, well she considers herself a heroine but only one one of them can win the match.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In this lonely wilderness, with no stands or view screens, only a commentator and two competitors, it doesn't take long for Cortex to notice his opponent's presence. Cold winds whip through, howling and moaning among the mountains peaks and rocky pillars. The super hero's shortish hair is whipping around in the air currents as he calls out, "I'm Cortex. It's great to get to face you in this final match! Let's do our best!" Then he puts himself into the best fighting stance he has, considering he's a mind-blaster not a fist-fighter, and readies himself for the onslaught to come.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Well, the cold on it's own doesn't really bother Natasha. As long as it doesn't start snowing or something. "I'm glad to fight you too! I'm Natasha hopefully next time we meet, we won't be fighting! Good luck!" She doesn't enjoy hurting people but it kind of comes with being in a fighting tournament. She's not quite sure what he's capable of but the name Cortex sounds like he can do something mental so she rushes in before he gets a chance to react. The fire elemental quickly jabs at him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:847|Konoe Kanno (847)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The two fighters seem to be ready. The match has yet to really begin, so I can't say whose chances are higher." Konoe tilted her head a bit and thought some more. "Well, we'll see-Oh! It's starting! Natasha-san moves in quick with a jab. I think she's testing Cortex-san's defenses...He doesn't seem like a fist fighter. I wonder if he's not out of his element here."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natasha's first blow comes at the end of a charge! It's a quick blow that hits hard, rocking Cortex backwards! "Oof! Hit that hard right at the start...!" the super hero lets out, startled and in pain, before unleashing a mental blast that normally attempts to trap an opponent within their own mind temporarily, but has less effectiveness against Elites. It still is rather painful, usually, and deal 'psyche damage'. And it augments Cortex's own future attacks as well!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I can't let you just keep attacking however you want, so I'm going to have to take steps to increase my chances!" he says as he starts to hover in the air, levitated by his own telekinetic powers. Hopefully this will increase his defensive options!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha wasn't trying to hit him that hard, she didn't even use any extra fire in that attack. Then again her last opponent was a close-quarters fighter maybe she overdid it a bit. Though it did seem like he's more of a mental based fighter, she suddenly has a throbbing pain in her head all of a sudden. It feels like she's fighting for control of her thoughts. He's not the only one who can fly as she takes to the sky as well. She feels a bit disoriented as she kicks upward, jet of fire shoots out of her foot as she does so.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah! Another flying hero!" Cortex calls out as Natasha joins him in the air. "I think that's... The first time I've fought someone in this tournament who could fly too. Huh." Cortex is only hovering a foot or so above the ground, maybe less, so Natasha doesn't have to go far to attack him with a flaming kick. Cortex manages to actually avoid the kick itself... Only to get burnt by the unexpected flames that accompany it! Thankfully Cortex's suit is insulated against various things... But that mostly just keeps the clothing itself intact, unfortunately. The painful fire damage passes right on through, scorching him!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ow!" he lets out between clenched teeth, before unleashing another psychic attack upon Natasha! This one aims to just deal pure, painful psyche damage, weakening the ability to focus in non-Elites. No fancy Holds or anything. But it continues to ramp up Cortex's own psychic resonance, increasing his abilities further by saving up excess energy now.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...Assuming it hits anyway! If he can be evasive in the air, then his opponent probably can too!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blast is an attack from mind to mind, so technically it shouldn't miss. But this attack also has a physical form, unlike some others in his arsenal. A blob of rippling pink energy. Not only can his opponent potentially resist the inhibiting effects, but his own focus could be off, making 'aiming' it go wrong. Lots of factors make psychic attacks either more or less effective. It's time to find out which is the case here!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Of course Natasha's still in close so there's not much time for her to dodge. She gets hit by the pink energy and tries to tough it at. Still, she's a bit visibility phased by it as she clinches her jaw a bit. She hasn't dealt with many opponents who could get in her head like this. She punches at Cortex once again, this time her fist is on fire as she aims for his face. She's got to find a way to stop him from attacking her mind.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A flaming punch to the face! Cortex's cheek burns momentarily, leaving reddened skin in the imprint of Natasha's fist! The heat makes his eyes water, to say nothing of the pain of the blow! He is sent spinning through the air momentarily before, using his determination to win and his heroic will to push himself right back into the fight! He may not be much of a close-range fighter... But he does have SOME attacks that work for such combat! He flies right back up close to Natasha, raises both hands over his head, and brings them down in an axe-handle strike aimed at Natasha's head!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wants him out of her head? He can oblige for now. He'll just try to bash it from the outside instead! The blow is powerful enough that many opponents may be knocked right out of the air, or down to the ground. But Natasha is a flyer herself... Using powers that Cortex is unfamiliar with... And she might not succumb to that aspect of the attack!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha tries to block the hit, but isn't able to react in time. She wasn't expecting Cortex to physically attack her, but it's something she'll have to look out for now. There's a rather large bruise where he chopped her, now her head hurts on the inside and out. She's knocked back by the attack as well but manages to stay in the air, it doesn't take much to keep her flying after all. She tries for a surprise attack as a column fire suddenly burst out of the ground below him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:847|Konoe Kanno (847)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Konoe's eyes moved left and right, watching the beginnings of the conflict. "Natasha-san's blow lands cleanly, and Cortex-san takes measures to even the odds. I can't entirely tell what he did, but judging by the aura that's appearing around Natasha-san's head, it might be some kind of magic attack...He takes flight, and Natasha is not far behind. Will this become a mid-air battle?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then it took to the air. "Apparently it will! Cortex-san uses more of that strange magic, firing it off in a tangible form. What does that do, I wonder...well, Natasha-san is unable to evade and is hit, but she remains fast. She clenches a fist and lets loose a punch cloaked in flame! Will Cortex-san be okay? He seems to be, relatively speaking. I think. Nevermind that." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Konoe blinked at the next move. "Contrary to his strange magic, he lets loose a fierce overhead strike! It lands, and Natasha is knocked back, but she manages to stay in the air. What will she do now?" A moment of silence as the pillar burst up from the ground below. "Huh? Where did that pillar of fire come from? I don't think I saw her do any preparation for it...Will it work?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex is definitely surprised by the pillar of fire that rises up underneath him, engulfing him in burning awfulness! "Aaaagh!" he lets out as he tries to fly out of the attack. But he has already suffered major damage, and his costume is even trailing smoke! His whole body has burns, and that pain is going to interfere with his concentration as well! "Y-yeah, that was a pretty powerful attack," Cortex calls out. "But I have strong ones too!" His flight speed has picked up as he zips around the area, floating near a rocky pillar. Then he tries to seize his opponent in a telekinetic grasp, lift her even higher into the air... And then send her plummeting back down towards the ground!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He'll have to keep an eye out for more surprise eruptions of flame... Another attack like that would be really bad to get hit with!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Well, the downside is that Natasha doesn't weigh that much so it's not hard to lift her physically or telekinetically for that matter. On the upside there's not much force as she's brought back down to the ground. It still hurts though considering she's being slammed against rocks and takes her a moment to get back onto her feet. "You can move stuff with your mind huh?" She gathers a sizable amout of fire in her hands before hurling it upwards at Cortex.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex replies cheerfully despite the pain he's in, "Sure can!" He tries to hover aside to avoid the fire attack coming his way, and hide behind the rocky pillar he was flying next to... He kind of though it might serve as good cover. But he can't move fast enough to fully avoid the attack and his left arm gets tagged by the flames, even if the rest scorch stone instead. Fire REALLY hurts! Like, geez!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He then blasts the rocky pillar he's hiding behind at Natasha with telekinesis, trying to send a couple thousand pounds of stone her way with telekinetically-enhanced speed. Natasha has proven to be a hard hitter. Making use of the environment might be a way to get an edge in a fight against someone this powerful!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha tries to lift off once again but there's too much rock heading her way to avoid all of it. She smacks directly into it bouncing a few times before she finally comes to a stop. "Ouch!" It takes her a moment to bend her body back into place after all that. She doesn't seem be doing too well here. It's hard to deal with an opponent who can hurt her both physically and mentally. She goes airborne once again and goes flying straight at him, bursting into flame as she does so.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:847|Konoe Kanno (847)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "These two are...well, neither seems to be ready to give up just yet. It's been intriguing, watching these two very different fighters match wits in the same arena. Cortex-san is caught by surprise, and the flames engulf him. ...I should remember that technique for later." Konoe commented off-handedly before continuing. "He doesn't give up however. He somehow grasps Natasha-san magically, and tosses her to the ground. ...Ohhhh, it's telekinesis. I get it now!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Natasha recovers quickly and hurls a large fireball up at Cortex-san! It doesn't quite hit as much as she would have hoped though. He capitalizes and counters by blasting a pillar and sending the debris her way!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It proves effective as Natasha is bombarded by several stone volleys! Deciding that distance is working against her, Natasha-san flares up and goes airborne, aiming for a flame cloaked tackle! ...Not something I would do, but if it works, it works I guess."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"AAAAAAHHHH!" Cortex lets out involuntarily as he is tackled by his opponent, right out of the air, while she's on fire! The flaming impact sends him crashing to the ground, cartwheeling and tumbling for quite a distance befoe he comes to a stop. Blood drips from his mouth where his face hit the rock-strewn ground. He uses another pillar of stone to get to his feet unsteadily with one hand, as he tries to focus his mind enough to attack. The adrenaline is pumping in him, and as much as pain may incite aggression, Cortex's aggression in this case is based upon fear of further exposure to flames, determination to win... And a part of him that has learned to enjoy the violence as long as it's in a control setting like this, for a worthy reason.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The reason is all those people who need Doctor Vasilikos's charity, the Vasilikos Health Lock foundation. Even if Cortex comes in at second place, a huge amount of money for an independent medical practice will be won! But now that he's here, in the final round... He can't just settle for second best! How many more people could be helped if he becomes the champion? HOw many more lives could be saved?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hair rises upwards, separate from the howling winds that tear through the area, as he focuses through all the agony his body is in. He channels his psychic energies, and retaliates by attempting to slam Natasha's sleep centers mentally, in an attempt to induce drowsiness... But even if it does no such thing, the impact of her mind being attacked may still be quite painful!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's doing her best to win. Just like Cortex she wants the money to help people, and it's certainly she'll get more than she could dream of either way. Still, she's fought hard and isn't ready to throw it away so easily. Plus, she's always wanted to tell stories in front of large crowd of people and she's doing so right now.<br /><br /> Speaking of dreams she feels sleepy all of a sudden, all the pain rushing through her head is certainly making her feel fatigued. She can rest after this is all over, for now she has a fight to win. Getting a sudden second wind, she clutches her hands together and a huge flaming sword forms in her hands. She lowers to the ground before bringing the blade down on Cortex.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then a giant flaming sword crashes down on Cortex! His head is filled with psychic energy, but it's failing to protect him. And his opponent is just as determined as he is, and keeps rallying every time she seems to falter. With the blazing sword strike that hurls Cortex into the rocky pillar he was just using to support himself, with a searing gouge across his chest, it's clear that this next attack... Could be his last!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All that power he has been building up, crackling around him, dark-pink arcs of energy... Closer to purple than the bright pink-white he has been using all this time... Race back and forth between his fingers as he raises a hand, and points it at the fire-sword-bearing fighter before him! Something comes over him. Something other than the cheer and heroism he has been displaying so far.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A desperation born of fear as he faces a foe like an avenging angel, wielding a searing blade of retribution! He unleashes all his power in a single colossal blast of telekinetic force, accompanied by a single word, enforced by the power he has built up over these months since he started fighting alongside other heroes, and against foes as formidable as the one he now fa<span class=" bold_fg_m bg_n ++ es.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"chm">MOVE!</span>"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>This certainly wasn't good, Natasha notices all the gathered energy. It seems like she didn't knocked him out fast enough. There was no way she could remain standing after her a direct blast, the only way she could is try to get far away as possible while staying in the arena. She starts to fly up as far away as possible. It's still not enough as the blast slams her into the rock below with enough force to ensure she wouldn't get up on her own. The flame covering her vanishes, and in it's place is a weakened teenage-looking girl. She moans in pain but manages to get out a quiet, "I lost..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:847|Konoe Kanno (847)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Cortex-san gathers his energy and uses his telekinesis to attack Natasha-san's mind again! She buckles under the pressure, but does not give in! Fighting off the effects, she forms a blade of fire and comes down hard on her opponent!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Konoe stopped, watching the next move closely. "Unfortunately for her...it's not enough! Cortex-san is still here, and he is preparing what seems to be his final effort! Power builds up! And there! A blast that I haven't seen before! Is this the culmination of all of his power?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Her eyes widen at the results. "The blast washes over Natasha-san without any regard! The flames surrounding her vanish! ...I don't think she'd going to be getting up again." Konoe took a deep breath, and then went on. "In that case...The match is over! Our winner of Bracket A is Cortex-san! Please give him your warm regards!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex is gasping for breath after unleashing his attack. Even after seeing the results, as his opponent flees before him, his eyes are wide, staring, almost unseeing. For a moment, he wasn't seeing Natasha. He was seeing a different flaming-wielding enemy. A construct of wood, burning eternally with green fire, claws raised. Right before it cut open his head--But that's not what was happening. Natasha wasn't that monster. And now he feels awful for attacking her the way he did!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Struggling into the air, Cortex flies towards Natasha, and lands nearby. Holding his ribs, his skin searing all over, especially the cauterized gouge across his chest. "Hey... Are you okay?" he asks as he holds a hand out to help her up.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Sore...but I've been through worse." Natasha takes the offered hand as she tries to get back on her feet. She's practically died before so what she's saying is true. Still she's in a great deal of pain. "I feel really sleepy though..." Even if she's a fire element she still can get hurt after all. Plus she hasn't really had to deal with mental attacks before. "How are you doing?" She knows her burns can be quite severe.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex thinks about saying he's 'fine'. But he really isn't. Physically or emotionally. But... He won. And that means money for charity. Lots of it. And Natasha gets lots of money too. Honestly, his problems aside... This is a win/win. But he still hurts like heck! "Ah... Hurting. I think I could use a doctor. And you probably could too. Let's get out of here!" Then he turns and gives a thumbsup to their announcer, and the viewing audiences at home, doing his best to smile through the pain.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Because a hero inspires. He doesn't lash out at people because they remind him of a scary monster. They both did their best and came out the other side... This was a fight Cortex is sure to remember!<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's the afternoon at the WMAT stadium, Sumia's outside of the large arena with a brush in hand and spear at her side. Taking the brush to her pegasus, she gives a soft smile and a brief nod. "No matter what, we'll have a good time. She did help out back when that village was getting overran by Risen." she nods, "But still, we aren't going to take it easy are we?" the Pegasus gives a snort of agreement and Sumia smiles, packing up the brush then mounting up. "Shall we?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A kick off and she takes to the air, encircling the Stadium from atop her winged steed, looking down at the square platform below. "It's now or never. Landon might be in the audience..." she lets out a soft sigh, "He's not Chrom but he's definately a close second." a firm nod and she dives down, only to pull up just before hooves touch stone. She's festooned the saddle with ribbon and her signature lance has feathers at the end of it. "Good day, noble people!" she greets the audience, "I, Sumia of the Knight Sister's of Ylisse, will show you the majestic spear!" and with a couple loud clops, the pegasus lands. "Now where's Sanary...?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Medic versus medic... That's definitely not the sort of fight Sanary's used to. She's more used to charging at things much bigger than her, but today will be different. Today, she'll be fighting someone from her own world! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She's a little nervous to say the least. Someone that might already know how she's going to fight, her strengths, her weaknesses... But that's not going to stop her from defending her honor! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After psyching herself up with a bag of pre-fight street food, Sanary arrives in the arena proper, decked out in the fuzzy mobility-boosting and heat-retaining Lagombi armor. Her practically-trademark gunaxe rests against her shoulder, the little blue square dangling from the end while the shield from the Daora's Casca remains strapped to her back. She looks about as ready as she'll ever be, flashing Sumia a confident grin upon spotting her. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Time to make an entrance. "I, Sanary Rondel of the..." There's a long pause. "... Of Plegia will show you the pride of pig farmers everywhere!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Was that really the best thing she could think of? Apparently. "Ready, Sumia? Let's make this a good one!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu was quite honestly happy to just be in the stadium today, as this was the first time he'd actually been around during one of these battles. What a stroke of luck when he happened to be within earshot of some of the event runners complaining that, at the last minute, they needed an announcer for the match. <br /><br /> Fast Forward about 15 minutes later, and the little whelp is now holding a multi-tuned microphone in his small hands. He hops up on to the stage and after trying in vain to get the crowd's attention, he fires a single arcane firework into the air to do the job. He stands dramatically as the spell ends just as quickly as it begun. He walks between the two women and looks up at them both before speaking. <br /><br /> "Ladies and...Ladies, I believe we are ready to start, right? My name is Bahu and I'll be announcing tonight's match. In ONE corner we have Sumia, pegasus knight and spear wielder extraordinare!" <br /><br /> Bahu dramatically points at her before switching around to point to Sanary. <br /><br /> "In the OTHER corner, we have Sanary, a strong-woman with a peculiar axe. This is going to be a battle of polearms to see WHO is the TRUE master of their craft. NOW! No more interruptions! Let's get ready to RUMMMBLLLEEEEE!" <br /><br /> Bahu gives his best shot at the iconic line before immediately skidaddling off of the stage and out of the way of the two dangerous ladies. <br /><br /> "Fight!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia scratches her ear gently, the little radio and microphone tuned into the Union's channels and the voices of people supporting her. She gives a brief look at Sanary and gives a bit of a smile. "Remember, smile for the people." with the pegasus' wings flaring out, she takes to the sky and readies the spear, the twin bladed weapon she's grown accustomed to using.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It only takes a brief moment when she points towards Sanary that the armored winged steed dives down at her, spear extended to make a passing by stab towards Sanary's arm! "Remember, we can heal each other after this! Go all out you Plegian dog!" this is spite filled after hearing Plegia come from Sanary's own words but... "Let's go!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Smile, smile... Right." Sanary laughs and shows the crowd a bright grin as she holds her arms out, not-so-subtly waving at them like one of those wrestlers she's seen on TV. She doesn't showboat for too long, at least, and the healer's quick to ready her shield once Sumia's up in the air. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Understood. These people paid for a show, so let's give 'em plenty of blood!" As the rider comes closer, Sanary readies herself to dodge that attack with the gunaxe in position to strike back. Even with the shield, she can't afford to get hit in this armor as much as she could with the other set considering how much lighter this one is! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then she gets hit. Even with the shield deflecting the brunt of the strike, the spear still manages to graze past her arm at a fairly painful angle. Sanary grits her teeth through the pain, the hand on her axe clenching tightly as she reassesses her strategy. Matching speed with speed probably won't work, considering that Sumia's capable of flying. Instead, she takes a broad swing at Sumia, trying to trade blows now that the Pegasus Knight is in range!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu finds a nice neutral angle to sit so he could watch the fight properly and do his recently anointed job. "Ooooh! Pegasus knights can fly! That's awesome! Sumia takes to the air for a flying stab. Sanary tries to block but the strike is too hard and manages to graze her shoulder! We're already off to a stabbity start! How will Sanary return fire?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The axe clangs against her armor and sparks fly from it along with a few splats of blood, the blade biting the flesh underneath. Fortunately, her legs were the ones who took the axe slice as the Pegasus Knight flies up into the air once more, this time, using the knowledge of her opponent. She can't fly. Pulling out a small spear, a javelin, she gives a brief nod. "Alright, dear, let's go! Dive a bit to give the javeline more power."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Pegasus snorts once more and dives down rapidly as Sumia launches the smaller spear at Sanary, aiming for that shield this time, hoping to make it useless with the embedded weapon, of course, she's got more where this comes from as she makes another round and launches one more javelin. "Dodge this!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sanary grins as the axe makes contact, albeit only hitting a fairly non-vital limb considering Sumia's mount. All she needs to do is do that several more times, and the fight's in the bag! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Watching Sumia as she takes the skies, that grin just remains as the axe-fighter predictably remains on the ground. Seeing that javelin coming her way, she attempts to dodge it entirely and barely fails at that, the javelin grazing by her side and drawing another spurt of blood along with another sharp hiss of pain. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Clever... But not clever enough!" She takes a moment to let her magical energy circulate about to keep the bleeding from both wounds from getting too bad, then pumps energy into her anklets. Moments later, she's lifting off and headed straight for Sumia! She's definitely relying more on speed than skill with her own flight, though, attempting to charge at her as fast as possible with the shield braced in front of her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia blinks, holding steady in the air as Sanary takes flight. "No one told me she could fly without a pegasus..." she mutters, the lack of doing anything allows the shield to contact directly sending her and her pegasus back a ways in the air. She shakes her head and squints her eyes... "Ho... how is she doing that?" she mutters the question a few times before shaking her head again.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't know how you did it, maybe with Plegian magic... but I'm going to stop it!" She kicks her pegasus into gear and makes a charge of her own in mid air, spear lowered as if she is intending to skewer Sanary with the twin bladed weapon, only to pull up and present the Pegasus' hooves towards her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a mighty kick, the Pegasus rears up and attempts to slam those hooves into Sanary's back to put her down back to the earth! "Down, and stay down!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu stands on the tops of his feet, clutching the microphone close to his face. "Whoa, they can both fly! Sanary strikes back with an axe strike of her own that hits in the leg, but Sumia goes for yet another stab! It grazes Sanary again, but doesn't look like it did much! And from there, Sanary takes flight and charges Sanary and it's a pretty good hit, sending her back. Sumia charges once moore, using her flying horse? Whoa...horses...Using her flying horse to trample Sanary mid air! Flying is so cool..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Despite being pleased with that direct hit, Sanary's still having quite a bit of trouble regulating her movements. Flying in a straight line is easy, but regaining her balance after impact? Not so much. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's-frickin'... That's for me to know and you to figure out, Ylissean... Ylissean!" The healer zips this way and that, almost looking as if she actually knows what she's doing while essentially just tumbling around in the air and doing confusing midair spirals. Luckily enough, one of those spirals actually whirls her around just in time to see those giant hooves coming right at her, and she's able to bring her shield up in time to not have her chest caved in! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Rrgh! Ah.. N-nice horse you got there. Er. Pegasus. I don't wanna hurt her, but if she keeps this up...!" The healer wobbles a bit as she hovers back from the impact, then focuses another spurt of magical energy to send her right back at Sumia with the axe swung at her spear arm this time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The axe scrapes along the armor and dents it, the impact making her drop a javelin she had prepared for her next strike, the short spear sticks up straight in the ground as it lands and Sumia holds her arm with her other, "Better for the Halidom than you, Plegian. Or is barbarism the best thing you can do aside from fly without wings?!" As Sanary's close enough from that axe hit, she twirls her spear around in one hand and tries to smack her over the head with the blunt end.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Get away and get back on the ground, Plegian! The skies are reserved for those who can master their mount!" and with another twirl she rears back and tries stabbng Sanary's arm this time, "I thank you for your help from a while back but that's the only thanks you'll get for now!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After that last stab attempt, she dives back to the ground with a heavy hoof clopping on the stone tiles, readying her spear again. She's breathing slightly heavy, it's her first real combat against another person in a long time...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu cranes his head up to watch the battle. "The mid air clash is pretty sweet! Sanary raises her shield to block the fat horseshoes from trampling her and swings her axe at Sumia's arm, hitting the armor. Sumia returns fire with a staff smack to the head! The battle is intense and full of full of heats as passion fills the air! ...Wait. Other way around. Passionate Battle with heated words!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sanary's luck in avoiding attacks in the air doesn't last forever, and Sumia's spear hits her cleanly in the head! Even with the padded armor on, it's still enough to daze the axe cleric, and she starts dropping from the sky! To make matters worse, that stab hits her square in the shield arm rather than the shield itself, and it drops out of Sanary's hand. She does right herself at the last moment before touching down, though, landing with a rather dramatic stomping of her feet instead of getting her head planted right into the arena floor. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then it's time to tap into some of that raw, unfiltered anger from many months ago. "Tch... You Halid-whatevers are all the same. Don't look down on us just because we're idiots!" She resists cracking a grin at that, trying to find another source of vitriol even as she aims her gunaxe at Sumia and lets that healing energy work on getting her shield arm back into fighting condition. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "If you want to make this a ground fight, then fine. But I don't need a mount to fly for me!" That angry facade cracks momentarily as the slightest of grins appears, although it's all but hidden by a sudden volley of flame shells erupting from the gunaxe's barrel.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tch, she's still up but hey, her shield's not there which is good. The pegasus scrapes the ground with her hoof and leans down, "And you yourself admit to being idiots." she shakes her head, "Can't even say Halidom right. Stay back on your own continent." she chides as the gun axe goes off, the flame shots ping around her and end up knocking her off her steed and onto the ground, the pegasus moving in front of Sumia to prevent more shots from hitting her as she moves to pick herself up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What in the world is that weapon?" she stands there a bit frightened but she still has her spear in front of her. The pegasus moves away and she starts charging the axe gun user, trying to bury that spear inside of her. "Here! We'll do a ground fight!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That one actually stung a bit. If Sanary didn't know any better, then this pegasus knight really had it in for her! That, or it's just Sumia's efforts to put on a good show. Whatever the case is, the healer does stop firing once the pegasus moves to cover the rider from further shots. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, what is it, then? Halidomean? Halidean? So-oo sorry we never learned what kinds of words you made up to make yourselves feel better!" She gives her injured arm a few experimental whacks to see if it's in shape to get that shield yet, but she doesn't get the opportunity to do so just yet as Sumia comes charging at her with that spear, landing a clean stab into the same arm! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Just as planned. Well, aside from the horrible stabbing pain and excessive bleeding part. Still, drawing the spear-user into close-ranged ground combat is just what Sanary wanted, and she tries to use that to her advantage as she rushes forward with a headbutt aimed at (what else) Sumia's face!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu 's eyes grow huge while watching the proceedings. "We're going down! Sanary looks a little stunned after taking both of those hits and drops from the sky, but her axe totally has a secret weapons! It shoots fire! Sumia looks surprised as the shots hit her, knocking her off of her horse and hittin the ground! They throw around some more words before Sanary totally just walks up and headbutts Sumia in the face! Brutal! Also awesome!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The headbutt catches Sumia off guard once more and she backs off just a bit. "HALIDOM!" she shouts at the Plegian, "And of course you barbarians would think that we use those words to make us feel better. At least we have the protection of Naga under us to deal with people like you!" And with a leap, Sumia brings her spear up to try and jump stab the axe wielder!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What are you, Confederate too?!" she shouts, backing away a bit after landing, "What's next? going to invade the Halidom? Bring down our Exalted lady. Or are you going to go back and worship the Fell Dragon?" she frowns and pulls her spear back, "Why... why won't you consider a good life and turn from the Fell Dragon's embrace, Sanary. You know that it would be better for you!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know it's Halidom! Bad idea.. Agh." Sanary backs off as well, taking a moment to shake off the cobwebs from that headbutt. "But what's the right word for the people, then? Even you've gotta understand that much!" Taking a calculated risk, she uses the short respite to try and get her shield back. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That, of course, leads to getting stabbed in the shield arm /again/. She even utters a sharp cry at that one, the adrenaline and magical energy being the only things keeping her from letting loose that food she ate earlier. "Bad idea...! Geh. You have your Naga, and we've got...!" She pauses again, partially to steel herself, and partially to try and keep up the act. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "... We don't need lousy dragons to fight our battles for us!" Maybe she didn't quite keep the pious Plegian act up, but even she has her limits. "And.. Yeah, I am a Confederate! That... Uh. You didn't know that?" Sanary actually stares at Sumia blankly for a second there, although the blood running down her mangled arm does snap her back to reality moments later, and she stomps once before taking a fire-infused swing upwardsat the spear-maiden's spear-arm. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Maybe the nobles want that, but commoners like me... We're just trying to live our own ways without getting dragged into your d-uh. Sword waving contests!" Gotta keep it PG for the kids, even with all that blood flying around.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Naga inspires us, not fight for us." she comments, looking towards the sky, "She's our hope and our faith and defense if fyou ever..." as she turns back to Sanary and makes a yell of pain as her spear arm is cut into! The blood drips on that axe and Sumia looks angry.. well as angry as a lady can be..<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She moves her spear to her other arm and pants hard, staring at the Plegian. "I'm going finish this." as she rushes forth and she brings her other arm with the spear up to bear before she makes a hooked punch with her injured arm, trying to let the gauntlet make a point of pain. "Commoner, sure..." she mutters while close, "No, I didn't know that but I do now... and I'll be making note of it in the future!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia brings her gauntleted arm back up for one more swing and slowly backs away.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu fist pumps energetically from his tiny corner of the ring. "Nice! The headbutt connects, with Sumia getting pushed back. She comes back tho, stabbing Sanary in that same arm again! Sanary is super strong though, so she takes it and dishes out a uppercut, e me-punch, right into Sumia's arm, but that doesn't stop her! Sumia raises her hand and swings it back, trying to knock Sanary's light's out! It's turnin into a boxing match!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "As does Grimleal for... Some of... Us." Sanary actually falters a bit as she says that, looking considerably more uncomfortable than she has throughout this entire battle. Yes, even more uncomfortable than she was with the spear going into the same arm again. Bad memories, perhaps? <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The axe cleric does find her second wind, however, as that slightly crazed grin returns to her face not long after. (She's getting better at it, too!) "Heh... Finishing so soon? Well, if that's what the audience wa-"As much as she's getting into the act, it's also leaving quite a few gaps in Sanary's defenses if the pain coursing through her arm wasn't already. Case in point: She takes the first punch square in the jaw, and she staggers back once more to narrowly evade that second one (and also spit out a tooth). <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And yet, that grin remains as the Plegian rests her hand over her uncovered/only eye. "Finishing it, huh? That wasn't your best shot, was it? I'll just.. I'll just have to show you mine, then!" Stepping back again with quite a bit more blood coming out of her mouth, the healer makes a show of clenching her face as if she's in pain, all while channelling energy into her eye. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Flames of the howling abyss, heed my call!" Once enough energy is gathered, she brings her hand back down dramatically and lets loose a heat beam from her eye at Sumia, creating a sudden explosion wherever that shot finally strikes!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That had to strike your emotions..." she whispers, backing up a bit more. "No, that wasn't my best shot... I can do better." she states only perking slightly when Sanary makes her little chant. "What in Naga?!" she shouts before the explosion wracks her location and sends her flying back and off the stone field, crashing into the grass below! Her armor's cracked and her spear arm is wounded, her other arm is in pain and she's barely standing at this point.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slowly crawls up on the ring and coughs hard, spitting out some blood from the many wounds she's taken from that explosion. "Nnngh, Naga... if you can hear me. Grant me the strength to win. Grant me the strength to beat this Plegian!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls out a Javelin from her mount's pack and uses that to finish standing up then proceeds to point the tip at her. "This is for the Halidom, Sanary! This is for Landon! This is for the Union! I will prevail here!" she starts running forward, javelin in hand, her face wracked with pain and just before she makes it... she trips and goes into an uncontrollable flight straight into Sanary!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That... Might have been going a little overboard, but it actually hit! Although Sanary's face maintains that crazed grin, a more observant eye (dammit Kilik) would notice that she's actually more giddy about that than anything else. It's not every day she gets to use that eye laser, after all! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Naga this, Naga that. If you need inspiration, look into your own heart, Sumia!" Spitting out another tooth as she readies herself for Sumia's next attack, the axe cleric starting to grin genuinely at the Pegasus Knight's resolve. She prepares herself for the attack that is to come, then... <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ... Stares in disbelief as Sumia trips and comes barrelling right at her instead. If nothing else, there's definitely a lot of speed in that move, and it's fast enough that she's caught completely off-guard with that impromptu headbutt torpedo! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At least she's not getting hit in the shield arm /again/. Instead, she just gets hit right in the face with another face and topples backwards, losing her grip on the axe in the process. She doesn't go down alone, however, reaching up instinctively to catch the pegasus-less knight around the waist! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of course, fighting for so long and taking so many hits that only one arm is actually working does make it hard to hold Sumia in midair with just one arm. To that end, Sanary just ends up falling flat on her back with the knight right on top of her. How... Awkward. "... Yeah, I think I'm done for today. Uh. Good fight, though!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu 's jumps up and down a little bit as the match continues. "Sanary takes the hit to the face before...doing an eye thing and unleashing a huge explosion! I can't even see anything it's so big! But...but Sumia's still standing! I mean...she's not blown to bits or anything but that did look like it hurt. She...she trips? Oh...oh no." <br /><br /> He watches in awe as the awkward attack manages to hit and sends them both to the ground. "...that was the best trip attack ever! Sumia trips at a high speed right into Sanary and...did I hear that right? Has Sanary thrown in the towel?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The javelin is dropped during the tripped attempt at trying to ram it into that shield arm, but instead finishes it up with a trip and a crash into her opponent, leaving the two in a really... awkward position. "U...um... Y.. yeah, that's that's enough for both of us." a pause, "G.. good fight. Where in Naga's name did you learn how to fly on your own? And use that thing in your eye..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She rolls off of Sanary, "Does this mean you're giving up?" she questions, "If so, I wish you luck the next time we meet." she gives a brief smile, breathing hard while she looks at the sky, "You know, I never expected to see a Plegian fight that well. Good job..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia pauses slightly, "I hope Landon didn't see that..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu , noting that the fight was over once they were in earshot skidaddles over towards the two women, and after gauging Sumia's height, he leaps directly on Sumia's head with the microphone in his hand and taps her on the side of the ear, whispering. "Hey-hey-hey. Put your hand up in the air. Like the fist thing. I wanna do a thing."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:544|Sumia (544)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sumia blinks slightly, looking up at the thing upon her head, "Um..." she puts her fist into the air, wincing some at having to d as such. "Li... like this?" she questions, "A... and why are you on my head?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So awkward. Not that Sanary's complaining or anything, but... Well, there might be kids watching! She lets Sumia off with a light pat on her uninjured shoulder, wincing slightly as she sits up and starts to circulate healing magic between the both of them slowly in a faint green light. "Yeeeah... Um. Real good fight! It's... Let's just say I know a really good R&D person." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Laughing lightly, she shakes her head at that latter question while following that gaze to the sky. "Let's call it a draw. The fighting mood's kinda gone now, anyway. Especially after..." Subject change. Subject change! "Didn't expect to see a Ylissean noble fight like you did, either. Er. Last time and this time, I mean. Definitely learned a lot today." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She does raise an eyebrow slightly at the mention of Landon, however, an impish grin crossing the healer's face. "Why? Think he'll get jealous?" Thankfully, Sanary doesn't linger on that for too long before looking over at Bahu with the same raised eyebrow (and a raised fist as directed). "Er. Like this?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:735|Bahu (735)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Bahu reaches over to grab Sumia's hand and holds it up, similarly to how many announcers on TV might have done it. He keeps his other hand on that microphone though. <br /><br /> "And the WINNAR by...uh...TOWEL THROWING IS SUMIA, THE PEGASUS KNIGHT! And I am on your head because I am short, you are way too tall and you won! Congratlations! That was a great fight and I hope that people came out and had a really good time!"<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come once again! For two souls hailing from the myriad universes to clash in a fated duel to decide who will stand under heaven! I am your glorious, beautiful announcer for this final bout in the B bracket of the World Martial Arts Tourament, Red Saber!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber stood, arm outstretched and the mic held close in her other hand. "Now! Let us introduce our combatants for this last bout! The Female Firestorm! The Master of Whatever Works! Makooooooo Mankanshokuuuuu! And her opponent! The Brilliant Doctor! The Courageous Soul! Dr. Franken Stein! The introductions have been made! The crowd is waiting! The myriad universes are waiting! /I/ am waiting!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "By my will, for final time; Engage!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The final round for Bracket B of the World Martial Arts Tournament. There's still one more match to have to determine who takes third place, but two new-comers to the tournament have made it to this fight, right here, to determine who will be the CHAMPION! Mako Mankanshoku and Franken Stein, in the stadium, with the stands packed so tightly that there's even people who have found various methods of watching from mid-air (such as by jetpacks or hiring someone who can fly to carry them for the entire match or whatever). Stein has eschewed his lab coat this time, and the sweater underneath. In place of such are a patchwork, sleeveless top that seems to be stitched into his skin. He stands in the ring, cranking a screw that goes right through his head periodically as he tries to focus.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This tournament has yielded all manner of data. Very interesting stuff. He'd like to go study it now. He thinks he has an adequate sample. Here he is at the final round, facing an opponent who has demonstrated quite unusual abilities centered upon a garment not unlike a Demon Weapon. She has made a big splash in the tournament, and should be someone Stein wants to study as well! But for some reason... His head just won't clear up. Creak. Creak. Creak. "It's no good..." he mutters. "I'm losing interest."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not losing interest in Mako. She's VERY interesting. But the possibility he might 'win' and become champion doesn't interest him. Becoming champion won't give him anything to study. Losing here, and seeing how much everyone he has faced improves next year would be a better option. "But of course..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Red Saber begins to announce the combatants in such an energetic manner, identifying them and describing their exploits in flowery speech, Stein sighs a bit, lowers his hand from the screw and steels himself. Well, how can he disappoint after an introduction like that? He brings one foot down HARD on the arena floor, cracking a tile beneath his foot, as he sinks into a fighting stance.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...If I don't make my opponent show me all of what she can do, I won't have the data to see how strong she is the next time we fight~!" Regardless of Stein's interest in being champion, it seems he still has plenty of enthusiasm for the fight itself. This isn't going to be a lackluster battle.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lenses of eyeglasses opaque, a cheerful smile on his face, Stein waits until his opponent is before him and then calls out, "Mako-san! Do your best, okay?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Final Round! A slender young woman steps into the ring opposite of the good doctor, carrying a small suitcase. Eyes closed with a pleased look on her face, she comes to a stop in the corner designated for the Fight Club President, and yet, her manner of dress, demeanor, and face all tell the truth: This is not Mankanshoku Mako. Though the resemblance is quite close--<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm sorry~," Mankanshoku Sukuyo states with a bow, "My daughter will be a teensy bit late~. Please wait patiently!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's only a few moments, honestly. Mrs. Mankanshoku turns where she stands, looking over her shoulder into the sky with a little 'hmm' sound, "What a lovely night for a tournament bout..." Turning back, she lifts a hand to cup her cheek, "Ah, here she comes. Please do your best~!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Challenger's arrival is, much like everything else she's done in the World Martial Arts Tournament, completely unorthodox. She sails into the ring on a plume of smoke, as if fired from a cannon some great distance away, arms flailing and screaming the whole way. In the ring, Sukuyo grips the suitcase in both hands and swings it up, neatly intercepting the airborne student in an explosion of dust and crimson Life Fiber fragments.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The entire arena shudders with the resulting impact of the girl slamming into it. When the dust clears, Mako is fully dressed in her Goku Uniform, crimson lines dancing around the insides of her coat and hat, which she adjusts with one hand. The clover stuck between her teeth bounces upward, and she turns to flash a thumbs-up at her mom, already scurrying out of the danger zone.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Returning her attention to her far more intelligent foe, Mako's face is consumed by a big, warm smile, "Yeah! You do your best, too, mister! 'cuz I know you won't go easy on me, I won't be pulling my punches either!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had been interesting, of course. While it was no secret that Stein was the strongest meister from Shibusen, to think he would make it this far in the WMAT his very first year...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Confederate witch is sitting among the audience today, though she's still wearing her white medical coat and with a first aid kit resting in her lap. Next to her sits Crona, who's currently trying to stop Ragnarok from taking all their popcorn.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come on, Crona! Don't be so damn stingy!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But if we eat it all for now, then we won't have anything later! And if my stomach begins rumbling during the fight, I... I don't know how to deal with that! People will be staring!" poor Crona laments, extending their arm to the other side.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not more than they are doing right now, probably.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Either way, Medusa's attention is on the two fighters as they enter the ring, ignoring her child's pitiful wails as Ragnarok snatches the bucket of popcorn. There's a sinister smirk playing at her lips, and she keeps quiet as the fighters greet one another. This fight will be rather interesting no matter who wins. Though of course, she can't help but be biased.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein's brief encounter with Mako's mom has him just standing there in his fighting stance. Casually waiting. "Ah, I see. I'll just stay like this then for when she shows up." The fact Medusa and Crona and Ragnarok are all in the audience escapes Stein's notice for the moment due to his generally foggy mental state, but when he has to wait for Mako to arrive he turns his head to scan the audience. Marie Mjolnir is also here somewhere, though not Spirit. The latter's stomach got turned by the last match he attended.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Mako arrives in a crash and returns his encouragement, he smiles a bit wider, and yet more thinly. A semi-creepy black-mouthed smile as his face goes into deep shadow dramatically. "Really? You don't want me to hold back at all?" No, Stein. No. He settles himself and rises into a standing position before saying, "Well, we'll see how it goes." Then he runs towards Mako, keeping his pace rather measured, and his arms loose at his sides like a ninja, before trying to close the distance with his opponent and lash out with a kick that seems to be aimed at the side of Mako's head, but instead travels past, bends at the knee, and then kicks back the other direction, trying to drive his heel into the Fight Club President's cheek as though stomping on her face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wow," Mako remarks, lifting a finger to her chin, "Actually you kinda remind me of one of the Student Council guys, 'cept a bit more of a creeper." That same hand reaches up to her hat, tugging the brim to one side at a jaunty angle that leaves only one of her eyes visible from the front, "Ah well! It's nice to meet you, so let's fight now--"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;DONK<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein's foot striking the side of Mako's head makes a hollow and entirely unsatisfying noise, not unlike striking a coconut. Though she does jerk away from the impact, planting a foot down to keep herself upright. That grin, briefly interrupted, returns, "--All right!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Legs bending briefly, Mako hurls herself forward in a swift leap. The back leg, previously thrown out for balance, now swings forward in a sweeping motion that throws Mako's entire body into a spin, leading with the crimson spiked teeth of her geta sandals.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whether she lands the blow or not, when Mako lands, it's on all fours, braking herself with a shower of sparks from her sandals before she hops back to her feet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein raises an arm to block the attack at the ankle, keeping the majority of the dangerous footwear from hitting him, but the strength of the blow combined with the toes of Mako's foot still have an impact. He does note the presence of those spikes, as though in slow-motion, analyzing the weapons his foe uses. He'll have to be careful of those in the future. As it is, even being tagged by the tip of the kick was painful. A full-out blow could be dangerous.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Mako follows through, spins, lands on all fours, and is hopping up to land on her feet, Stein is already there in front of her, a shadow with gray hair, and eyes unseen beyond glowing lenses. He lashes out with a punch aimed at Mako's midsection, and then a quick kick aimed at her chin, attempting to sending her spinning in place in mid-air as though somersaulting in zero-gravity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's still not committing full-strength to any attacks. Not until he knows more about his opponent, though he of course has heard reports of her abilities and has observed her fights when he had the chance. She seems to be quite adaptable and unpredictable. For Stein, whose only real combat weakness is that his attacks become easier to read over time, holding out too long could prove to be bad for him...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But the longer he makes the fight take, the more he'll have time to study this opponent!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Stein suddenly dashing up into her face, Mako leans back suddenly, "--Hey!" The hand that goes towards her middle is deflected with both of her arms, forming an x-shape that forces the blow down and burns out most of its momentum before it can land. The kick catches her more off guard, tagging her chin and knocking her head back. Staggering back a step, Mako recovers, swinging herself into a stance with her fists raised in a posture she must have seen in a movie once.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I get it now! You're a brawler like me! This'll be more fun than I thought!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kicking off, Mako lunges that pace and a half, closing distance on Stein with her hands held low. When she plants one foot down, the other raises at a sharp angle, then slams down towards her opponent's leading foot with enough force to shatter the stone stadium floor.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the same motion, Mako sweeps her right hand up, golden knuckleduster gleaming in the stadium lights as she aims a punch straight at his chin in a rolling uppercut, "Ey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And they begin! Sir Stein opens with a fierce blow! It lands! ...But Lady Mako weathers it like a true warrior! Is her head made of steel!? Perhaps it is! Perhaps it is not! She answers with her own combination of kicks!" Saber sweeps an arm outwards dramatically as she gives the play by play <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sir Stein defends, deterring a majority of the damage! It is clear that this man has seen combat aplenty! He surges forward with another combination of blows! But Lady Mako is prepared this time! She manages to lessen the damage before striking back with her own pair of strikes! At first glance, these two opponents appear to fight quite similarly, but we shall discover the differences as the match progresses!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako's foot slams down on one of Stein's, sending cracks radiating outwards through the tiles beneath it. He felt the bones in the foot bend, and maybe a toe break. It hurts quite a bit, of course, and that's the bones. The skin is probably going to be bruised and swollen all to hell after this fight. The punch lashing out at Stein's chin though... He bends over backwards, doing a handstand with one foot underneath Mako's, spikes driven into it. The shockwave of force from her punch shattered the lenses of Stein's glasses. His free foot shoots upwards at Mako's chin a second time, using her own position on his other to stretch his leg further than it normally would go. And given that he seems to be pretty flexible, pretty tall, and pretty strong, that means there's a lot of force behind the blow upon a location previously struck. A small static electrical shock may even *pop* from the tip of his foot if it makes a connection!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whether Mako gets off Stein's foot or not, the mad scientist realizes that more than just his glasses were damaged by the shockwave of that punch. His nose has started bleeding as well. So Mako is strong enough that even a blow that doesn't fully connect can deal internal damage, huh? Very interesting!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their fighting styles really DO bear a lot of similarities.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;DONK<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's that unsatisfying noise again, when Stein's foot impacts Mako's face almost square on. There seems to be little injury, but she does take a step back to keep from falling over, mercifully releasing the taller man's foot from her spiked toe-slam. Re-balanced, she digs her hand into her coat-cape and then sweeps it out, twirling a surprisingly large object about her wrist. When her hand closes to halt the spin, its true nature is revealed.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A folding metal chair.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gripping the chair with both hands, Mako swings it up over her head and then brings it down with enough force that her feet actually leave the ground, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in her characteristic smile, "Bam!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "A spirited exchange! These two fighters are showing us just what it truly means to stand on that hallowed ground!" Saber exclaims, holding the mic with both hands. "Lady Mako's assault finds some purchase, but Sir Stein manages to get away. Not without some damage however! He counters! A swift kick! It does not appear to have done much damage, but it does the job of freeing him from her grasp!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "But what is this? Lady Mako is doing it again! She has just pulled a chair from her cape! And she's swinging it! Am I watching the World Wrestling Association, or the World Martial Arts Tournament!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saber's encouragement and dramatic commentary throughout the match has actually contributed to keeping Stein's mood stable a bit. The upbeat nature of it (and the presence of Marie) is preventing him from slipping like he did against Genghis Rex (perhaps to the displeasure of a certain witch). Well, that and self control. He knows he can't go into a murder frenzy in a tournament match. He is in a relatively better place than he was several weeks ago, in terms of mental state. But the feel of his body being torn up, the sight of his own blood pooling on the tournament floor as he flips away after Mako releases his foot, are starting to have an effect.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako may be unsatisfying to hit in the head, but maybe that's for the best. If he's not getting the enjoyment of hurting her, he won't be tempted to hurt her even more.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The production of a folding metal chair from within his opponent's coat, and the wielding of such as a weapon, however, also keeps him interested in the battle. It's that unpredictability that had him deciding to go through with the match instead of forfeiting. An opponent like this is too good an opportunity to pass up!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He takes the crushing blow to the shoulder and upper arm, his attempt to fend the attack off unsuccessful, and retaliates by thrusting his other hand forward and trying to send an electrical shock into his opponent's belly, driving his Soul Wavelength into her. If the attack hits, the blow may be fierce enough to cause a shockwave to erupt from the opposite side of Mako and shatter the tiles immediately behind her. If it misses... A whole lot more tiles are going to be damaged without the other fighter's body to take the brunt of the attack!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're exactly as interesting as I was hoping you'd be," Stein comments calmly. But there's still a smirking smile on his face. He's having fun.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The chair blow is deflected and Mako finds herself in a very vulnerable position! There's scarcely enough time for her to make a surprised squawk before Stein's hand hits her midsection. Electricity shoots out not just through her limbs but also through her Uniform, jerking the outfit into jagged angles before the shockwave blasts out behind her, shattering tiles and sending the girl tumbling. She rights herself after a few yards, smoldering as she skids to a stop, "Wow, okay! Still kinda creepin'!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rising to her feet, Mako flips a baseball bat out of her coat and snaps it forward, its nail-studs glittering in the stadium lighting, "Got me pretty good there! Gonna return the favor!" Her feet dig in, hurling up stone behind her as she lunges back in close, both hands gripping the bat as she sweeps it in an upward swing. However, she suddenly stops herself before making any contact.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To either side, Mako's jacket sleeves sprout out big, cartoony white gloves. The fingers flex, making popping noises. Completing her feint, Mako dips back a step while the meaty sleeve-hands of hers clap together around Stein from both sides with a slap that resounds throughout the stadium.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oho! So this is what Sir Stein was up to all this time! He was preparing for this! A brilliant strike of surging lightning! Lady Mako is sent tumbling back! But she recovers in short order!" Saber leans back in her chair, smiling in an amused manner at the following proceedings. "Ah! I have seen this before! Lady Mako's sleeves once again take on a life of their own! Sprouting mysterious hands, they aim to clap around her opponent! How will he respond!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein is popping his dislocated shoulder back into place as Mako complains about him 'creepin'. "What? All I want to do is cut things into little pieces to find out how they work. Is that so wrong?" He makes a 'come on' gesture with the newly-functionality-restored arm, and a sort of unstable mocking expression. "Though it's pretty beating up a kid like you too!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Okay, yes, he is kind of creepy at times.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Mako comes at him with a spiked baseball bat, he grins widely and tries to prepare himself to roll with the attack or maybe even to counter it! But he unexpectedly gets smashed between two giant hands that remind him of Lord Death's. The impact is significant, and the cracked arena floor becomes even MORE trashed as a result. The two hands have slammed tight around Mako's opponent... Trying to squash him like a bug! Could that have ended the battle!?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hand forces its way out of the space between the two hands, like a nightmare monster tearing out of a wall, and attempts to seize Mako by the throat and squeeze down HARD. If it succeeds, even if the hold is broken, there may be some breathing difficulties in Mako's future. Stein's glasses are completely shattered and crumble in pieces to the ground as he tries to pull himself out, with blood streaming from the corners of his mouth and from a cut on his forehead where his own broken glasses damaged him when they were stabbed into his face by the crushing hands on either side.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Keep struggling. We aren't done here yet." he insists, a bit less light-heartedly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Stein forces Mako's gloves apart, she wrenches them suddenly away from him. This doesn't keep him from getting his hands on her, though, and he has a good opportunity to see that, despite her strength and the solid way she's been taking punches, the girl is surprisingly light. She drops her bat, hands going to his wrists and doing her best to prevent being choked out of the match. There's a brief, worried look on her face. After a moment or two, her grin returns.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're pretty serious!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is where the average hero would go 'Time for me to be serious, too', but Mako is not an average hero. She's arguably not even a hero! Also Stein is right where most of Mako's opponents have not wanted to be.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hips shifting, Mako swings her legs back. Her sleeve-hands plant down, pushing her forward while she swings both legs up, between Stein's outstretched arms and straight at his face with the spikes on the ends of her geta, "Ey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It appears that these two fighters are approaching the high point. Sir Stein appears to be taking things to the next level! ...As is Lady Mako! Their exchange awes the crowd once again! But do not lose hold of your drinks, this bout is far from finished! I have a hunch that we will be seeing some grand techniques soon!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako stomps into Stein's face with a savaged spiked-sandal attack! He is hurled across the wrong, sent tumbling end over end before finally coming to a stop when he plants his fingers into one of the tiles cracked earlier on in the battle, shattering his fingernails bloodily. He slowly gets up to a kneeling position. And then he pries one of those tiles up behind his back and asks in a completely bland tone, with the imprint of Mako's foot bloodily marking where it hit his face, "Would it help if I smiled more?" Then he slams the tile into the ground, sending several other broken ones into the air in a veritable wall of masonry.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He then starts rapidly striking these with electrically-charged punches and kicks, hurling electrified rock shards at his opponent in a barrage!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He might not be carrying weapons, hidden or otherwise, but his mind is a weapon all its own. And if fighting close up against a fellow melee specialist isn't making much head-way maybe throwing electrified rocks will have an impact!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Electrified rocks do have an impact! As it turns out, they have several impacts. Mako slams her sleeve-hands down on either side to anchor herself, raising her hands up to shield her face with her forearms. Chips of stone, blood, and motes of damaged Life Fiber shear off at various angles as she's struck, pushed back further and further, though her gloved sleeve-hands remain solidly planted, the sleeves growing longer and longer as they stretch out.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lips curling into a grin, Mako's clover flicks upward to reflect it. There's a snapping sound, her sleeves returning to regular length and yanking the girl forward amidst the maelstrom. Shielding herself in-flight with one hand and one sleeve-glove, she draws the other two back, winding up both fist and sleeve-fist.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once Mako is in range, she swings forward with both her hand, armored by the golden starburst knuckleduster she wears, as well as the huge white gloved hand protruding from her empty coat sleeve, "Eeey~yah!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako's lunging super punch smashes Stein very hard, slamming him down into the arena floor (and without any of those nice soft stone tiles to break his fall!). He feels some ribs crack, and coughs out some blood onto the ground. But despite the pain, despite the damage he's taking from Mako's fearsome blows and unpredictable techniques, it seems he's still not down for the count. And may even still be enjoying the fight! He tries to grab both of Mako's ankles with his hands if she's still within range, and simply blasts his Soul Wavelength into her, seeking to electrocute her even worse than he did earlier!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gruesome bleeding from the eyes, nose, and mouth is a common side-effect, but it looks worse than it actually is. Usually. Of course, with Mako's superhuman durability and speed, maybe she'll avoid even that!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein has nothing to say at this juncture, it seems... His face is even still down in the broken concrete as he launches his attack! Maybe Mako has done even more damage to him than it seemed like!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Fight Club President flips off from her initial impact, hitting the ground in a crouch without resorting to a three-pointed stance. Her sleeve-hands slam down on either side, and as she stands up it's the fingers on her right sleeve that Stein actually grabs on to-- the price of not watching what you're grabbing at. Life Fibers are a lot less conductive to electricity, unless specifically stitched to do so (Ask Imato Kazuka, president of the Electronics club!)<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sleeve sparks, though refuses to convey the charge completely into the girl wearing the Uniform, instead just sparking and smoldering until she wrenches it away from Stein's grabby hands. The fingers flex, charred, but still servicable. Hunching forward, Mako reaches both sleeves back behind her, slamming the fingers into the arena's stone slab floor. Hunching forward, she wrenches, ripping one of the huge square stone blocks free and hauling it up over her head. Swinging this down, Mako attempts to simply smash Stein under a large, cube-shaped boulder.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that's not it!<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jumping up, Mako plants her feet on the stone and thrusts out her arms, then hunkers down and starts beating the stone until it breaks apart, using her fists as well as her sleeve gloves-- "Ey ey ey ey ey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Mako smashes Stein with a boulder where he lies and then pummels the boulder with many forceful punches, creating a pile of rubble all around the fallen scientist, it sends up a huge cloud of pulverized stone. There doesn't appear to be any further attacks coming her way immediately... Many long moments pass, and finally Dr. Franken Stein stands up, clothing tattered, skin bruised, bloodied, dirty, and looking at Mako with dull, gray eyes once the cloud has cleared. He's definitely hurting, and he doesn't look like he's in very good condition. But he doesn't look defeated either.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think I almost have all of the data I need for now. One last push." Then he sinks down into a fighting stance once again, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. When he attacks next, it's a lunging charge with him trying to strike Mako three times in quick succession with the same fist. A pummeling blow that has his hand moving in a blur and sending surging blasts of golden electricity forward with each strike!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Consecutive Soul Menace Three-Fold!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "As I predicted, the battle is escalating! Lady Mako and Sir Stein refuse to give ground! They clash time and time again, their wills struggling to decide who will come out on top! Who will it be? I believe either competitor can win at this juncture!" Saber stands, arm swept outwards as she works herself up. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sir Stein attempts the same lightning technique previously used! But Lady Mako has already seen it once! It is less effective! She counters with....amazing! She flipped over a slab of stone! She's unleashing a furious flurry of fists! Is this finally it!?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Pause. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No! No it is not! Sir Stein remains here with us! He charges forward with a skillful array of strikes! Radiant, golden lightning surges forth! Truly a spectacle befitting this last bout! How will this end!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Fight Club President isn't looking super great either! As far as her WMAT fights go, though, the bruises and blood and damaged Life-Fibers are par for the course. She also fully expected Stein to get up after that, and after hopping away, presents her side, her left-hand sleeve glove raising and flexing the fingers in a 'come on' gesture. Her face, though scuffed and bruised, is filled with a big, broad smile.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Stein charges in, Mako skids back, intercepting his incoming strikes with her sleeve. Again, the electricity ruptures Life Fibers with bursts of golden and crimson light, but it fails to conduct to her body. Her right hand dips into her coat, hauling out another nail-studded golden baseball bat with a swirling flourish, "That's what the Student Council guy said too!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Using both hands, Mako swings her bat in a sharp upward swing. Just like before, her sleeve-hands come in, but they quite suddenly stop rather than smashing into Stein. This time, the /sleeves/ are the feint and Mako's bat swing goes right for the gaunt man's chin, "Eeey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako hits Stein with a powerful bat strike that sends him flying up into the air, and then crashing back down after several seconds, trailing blood the whole way. He lands heavily, but after several long moments... Again, he gets right back up. What's he made out of!? He takes the time to spit out a huge wad of blood off to the side, and then focuses on Mako. His face hurts pretty bad, and he's injured all over, internally as well. But he knows his body's limits. And he can still fight. But chances of victory are slim. Which is fine with him.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hmmm... I think I've seen enough. You have some very interesting abilities. You're probably going to keep getting stronger and stronger from here on out. Don't become complacent." he offers. Then he roots around in a pants pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He takes one out of the carton, sticks it in his mouth, and lights it with a spark of electricity off his finger tips.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After taking a long drag, and blowing it off to the side in the shape of a skull, he smiles and says, "You win. I give up."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako holds the pose on the backswing of her bat attack for a second, looking very much like a baseball card photo, before she swings her bat back down and switches to a one-handed weilding, prepared for the next attack. When Stein lurches to his feet and speaks, though, Mako's own stance loosens with a blink.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ahh..?"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She brings her bat down, propping it by her feet while she scratches the back of her head with one hand, ignoring the scratches and bruises. Her sleeve-hands reach out across the arena, fetching her other discarded weapons and slipping them back into her coat where they came from. "You sure?" This feels weird, that's two foes in a row who gave up before the knockout!<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Head tilting, Mako shoves her bat back into her coat as well, then pulls out the neckline of her top. With her other hand, she hauls out a bento far too large to have any business being there, setting it on an outstretched sleevepalm. Using her regular hands, she removes the lid, then pulls off the top layer. This is offered towards Stein, "Well, at least eat something so you'll get better faster!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The contents would be cheap rice and fried croquettes of questionable ingredients. It's best not to ask.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the stands, the Mankanshoku family collectively waves their arms in cheers amidst the audience going crazy. Including Sukuyo, who somehow got out of the ring before the carnage started.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "......" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Silence. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The audience said nothing. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber said nothing. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A leaf fluttered on the breeze. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Did I just hear that right? Of course I did, I am perfect after all! Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that Sir Stein has decided not to continue fighting! In that case..." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She gestured to Mako's position from where she stood. "I present to you, your new, well deserving, perhaps not quite radiant at this moment, but still spirited, World Martial Arts Tournament Champion of Bracket B....The Female Firestorm! Master of Whatever Works! Makoooooo Mankaaaaaanshoku!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It has been a fierce series of battles, much blood was lost, many tears were shed, and many bodies were broken, but nonetheless, their drive and their spirit paved the way for this day today! Let us not forget the sacrifice of those brave fighters who have fallen, valiantly reaching out to grasp victory in their own two hands!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Raising her arm upward, she continued. "I am your radiant, beautiful announcer, her Imperial Majesty, Red Saber! And I proclaim; this is the end! Feel honored for having witnessed this match and my flawless voice! Let us meet again another time! When the myriad universes decide that the time to clash souls, swords, and fists has come! Farewell!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein smiles, squints his eyes and gratefully accepts the bento box. "Why thank you. And yes, you've shown yourself to be a fierce fighter. It wouldn't do for me to get in your way if you're already this strong. I look forward to seeing you continue to succeed." He'll eat the food later. When he has gotten actual medical treatment. He will probably make the unfortunate decision to dissect the ingredients. "I truly enjoyed our battle."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein then raises a hand, waving to the audience (even the witches and demon weapons and Kishin-egg-children), and to their ABSOLUTELY PERFECT commentator, before turning and walking away with his hand still up above his head.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Boy does he hurt. But it was fun and he got plenty of data to peruse while he's recovering. And he meant what he said. Mako has a long life ahead of her, full of potential to keep growing stronger. Just like his students, he should only be in their way when it will help them advance.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He sucks in another pull of his cigarette and lets it out as he steps off the stage and heads for the competitor's entrance. He can hear Marie calling out to him already.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As one of the competitors gives the victory away to the other, Medusa Gorgon is already rising from her seat, smiling in amusement as she heads down the aisle, Crona following in her footsteps, leaving their empty popcorn bucket behind.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course she is there when Stein arrives at the entrance, giving him a smile that looks too warm to be real. After all, Stein should know Medusa better than that. "Too bad, Professor~" she croons. "There's always next year, hmm? For now, I would suggest you get yourself healed up. Unless you want me to assist you, that is." She does glance at Mako, offering a sly smile to the girl.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah..." Stein says when Medusa appears before him, smiling warmly. He smiles back cheerfully and says, "Actually, I think Mako could use some medical aid." He holds up the bento box in his other hand. "I have this, so I'm fine. Thank you for the offer though~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Stein wandering off, Mako pays it no mind, sitting down on the edge of the stadium platform with her half of the lunch. Producing her chopsticks, she starts shoveling the food into her mouth with an eagerness unmatched by many.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While she eats, her round-bodied father trots out, pursued by his wife-- now in a black and red nurse's outfit and toting a medical bag. While Mako eats, her family gathers around her, chattering excitedly. Seems like she's already well cared for.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A chuckle leaves Medusa, and she glances at Mako as her parents head out to the girl. "It does seem she's already got help, I would say..." Behind her, Crona seems to cover, a bit hesitant to even look Stein in the eye. Ragnarok too sinks into the teenager's back, grumbling.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"If you do need assistance, I have a ward set up at Papaya hospital. Besides, there's a truce now. Even if I do want to do questionable things to you, this is hardly the time nor the place. It will have to wait until we cross paths in the field. Another day then, Professor~" With that the witch heads off, with her child following closely behind.<br> <br><br />
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The commercial begins with a black screen and the beginnings of seductive music. A purring female voice-over begins to narrate: "You're not afraid..."<br />
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A metallic blue shimmer appears on the screen. It looks like part of a mechanical body. At first it looks like a car, but as the camera pulls back slightly, it becomes something more sleek and slender. The camera follows the blue glimmer at a slow pace, giving the viewer plenty of opportunity to admire the unfolding image as the voice-over continues. "You take life by the handles, and turn it onto the road you know is right for you. Is the road rough -- a risk, and a challenge to dominate? Or is it smooth and straight, enabling you to gun the engines and run the course in mere seconds?"<br />
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The camera pans over the crystalline lens of a headlight, and continues down to the deep tread of new tires hugging a platinum hubcap. "Whatever your speed, you need a vehicle that can take you ahead of all other contenders. You need grace as well as danger. You need style as well as function. You want it all -- and Blue Oni Garage can deliver."<br />
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"Introducing the Knight Motorcycle -- a customized motorcycle designed to fulfill your every dream for the road ahead." The camera pulls back to reveal both the motorcycle and the speaker standing beneath a spotlight. While she continues to speak, the woman -- dressed in a full leather riding uniform -- straddles the seat, and grips the handlebars. "Whether you're an organic or a cyborg, Blue Oni Garage has a Knight ready for you."<br />
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She peels away from the spotlight in a blur, and the image cuts to a montage of the woman zipping through late night traffic. She navigates the packed roads with ease.<br />
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"Blue Oni Garage...vehicles built for /you/."<br />
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The commercial begins with a black screen and the beginnings of seductive music. A purring female voice-over begins to narrate: "You're not afraid..."<br />
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A metallic blue shimmer appears on the screen. It looks like part of a mechanical body. At first it looks like a car, but as the camera pulls back slightly, it becomes something more sleek and slender. The camera follows the blue glimmer at a slow pace, giving the viewer plenty of opportunity to admire the unfolding image as the voice-over continues. "You take life by the handles, and turn it onto the road you know is right for you. Is the road rough -- a risk, and a challenge to dominate? Or is it smooth and straight, enabling you to gun the engines and run the course in mere seconds?"<br />
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The camera pans over the crystalline lens of a headlight, and continues down to the deep tread of new tires hugging a platinum hubcap. "Whatever your speed, you need a vehicle that can take you ahead of all other contenders. You need grace as well as danger. You need style as well as function. You want it all -- and Blue Oni Garage can deliver."<br />
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"Introducing the Knight Motorcycle -- a customized motorcycle designed to fulfill your every dream for the road ahead." The camera pulls back to reveal both the motorcycle and the speaker standing beneath a spotlight. While she continues to speak, the woman -- dressed in a full leather riding uniform -- straddles the seat, and grips the handlebars. "Whether you're an organic or a cyborg, Blue Oni Garage has a Knight ready for you."<br />
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She peels away from the spotlight in a blur, and the image cuts to a montage of the woman zipping through late night traffic. She navigates the packed roads with ease.<br />
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"Blue Oni Garage...vehicles built for /you/."<br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Tomoyo's Boutique<br />
** Third place winners can have their pick of accessories in bronze.<br />
** Second place winners can have their pick of accessories in silver.<br />
** First place winners can have their pick of accessories in gold.<br />
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* Prizes from Blue Oni Garage<br />
** Winners are able to customize their own Knight Motorcycle of either the cyborg or organic variant. Features may include combat-ready armor and weaponry. (Upgrade apps may be required; speak to Kotone Yamakawa for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Ariel vs The Black Knightmare]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Vervi|VERVI]] with Abstractum MAVERICK<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Vervi and Maverick<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Red Saber<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3210/WMAT_Exhibition:_Fuki_and_Silent_Black_vs._Vervi_and_Maverick|Fuki and Silent Black vs. Vervi and Maverick]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/10/14<br />
|Location=Papaya Island - Tournament Grounds<br />
|Synopsis=The Bracket A semi-finals between Natasha and Fudou Moto are decided!<br />
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|Cast of Characters=425, 680, 784<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Papaya Island tournament grounds aren't quite as busy as they're going to get this WMAT season, but they're pretty close. The Semifinals are progressing inexorably towards their inevitable end, and today's bound will be the capstone to lead into the final round of the fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In one corner of the arena is perhaps an unlikely contender. A small-time circuit Street Fighter who has, thus far, displayed an unusual amount of resilience and raw brawler's instinct. The question is whether that will be enough to overcome his opponent's raw sorcerous might.<br /><br />Still, until the match begins, Fudou simply rests on his knees, sitting and waiting for the ring of that bell.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's clearly excited about the fight, one more win and she's in the finals after all. Still, she's trying to stay somewhat level-headed she knows she has to win this battle first. She's a bit impatient and wants to get start already, it seems like she's been waiting forever for this moment. Of course she's not a straight up mage as one might suspect, but Fudou would find that out shortly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not quite as busy but they are still pretty packed with people flocking in to watch the Semi-Final match. Up in the announcer booths are two girls with microphone in hand and bright smiles on their face. "Welcome welcome, you'll soon be praising the victor instead of me with the match coming up here in the semi finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament! This wargame match features Futou Modo versus Natasha, both strong competetors to get this far in the tournament, so you're bound to see some wonderful action! I'm Ryuujou, the best Light Carrier of the Fleet and I'm here with the Island Breeze, Shimakaze!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze let's a bright smile through, "Hooiii Shimakaze here! Let's see how fast they can do this, it's a pretty exciting time here, isn't it Ryuujou? Though it looks like one of the two competetors are impaitent and wanting to spring forth and let all their fight out at once! I like this person!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Shimakaze... fast isn't eve..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fast IS everything..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His opponent has arrived. Fudou rises from his Seiza, that familiar heat building in the hollow of his chest. Anticipation for the coming fight tempered by the recognition of a fair challenge. "Best of luck," he calls across as he stands, finding his footing. The Street Fighter bounces once on the balls of his feet. Twice, thrice, and then--<br /><br />There's a rush of air.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou breaks into a charging rush, his hands closing into fists. With a mighty roar, he lunges into the first punch of the evening. The heat in his heart pulses as he feels it ignite, spreading like wildfire through his veins and arteries.<br /><br />The fight is on.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha wasn't quite expecting for him to come out that fast, and tries to move out of the way. Before she can move though she takes a punch straight in the face. Good thing she doesn't have bones because that would have likely broke something. Her head snaps back a bit though, "Ouch!" Maybe getting close wasn't a good idea and she steps back a bit. Fire starts to form in one of her hands before she tosses at Fudou, he should likely be familiar with this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A palpable hit. Fudou expects to feel that tell-tale crunch of bone splintering beneath his blow, but... Nothing?<br /><br />No time to think. Fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Flame crashes into his body, the blaze singing at his skin and tattered clothes. The Street Fighter screams as the fire spreads, the scent of cooked flesh wafting into the air. For a moment, it seems as though he'd been overcome--<br /><br />And then his eyes lift.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou takes a step, flame billowing from his shoulders. He huffs, tightens his fists and surges in again. Against an opponent like this, he needs to stay close- he needs to remain in the sort of range that gives him the advantage. Fudou twists, bringing another heavy fist upward into his opponent's gut.<br /><br />Just need to keep up the pace.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze shouts out, "Oooh, that hit look like it hurt! Are his fists made of cannon shells because that look like it could punch armor!" she leans forward over the announcer booth. "Ryuujou, plane... get a closer look! This is exciting! And Natasha retaliates with a fireball of her own! So quick to recover and throw out an attack of her own! She's amazing! Ryuujou! Plane!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou shakes her head, "They have cameras down there... look at the monitors. But the flames seem to have done something to Fudou there, he looks like he got seriously in... nope, ther ehe goes! Another quick fist punch, a heavy fist uppercut to Natasha's stomach! Will she go airborne?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Of course getting close to Natasha provides its own set of challenges. After all she can light her body on fire if she wants. The gut punch isn't as effective as the blow to the head, but it still hurts. The impact does knock her back a bit but she's still in melee range. One of her feet burst into flames as she sweeps at him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More flame; flame that consumes flesh and burns to the bone. Fudou staggers as it consumes him, swallowing him in a halo of consumptive, hungry fire. Pain crawls into his voice as he screams, emerging from his throat as a hoarse, jagged, gutteral thing.<br /><br />But, in the name of victory, there's only one thing to be done.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Street Fighter presses through the heat, even as it blackens long swathes of his skin to charcoal. Blisters bubble across his flesh as he drops into a crouch-- and closes the distance again. His arms snatch out to try and seize his opponent by her midsection and spear her into the ground!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou hops up and cheers, "I think we may have to call Natasha the Flame Witch after this! More fire comes from the magic user and it consumes Fudou! But a gutteral scream from him lets him press on and tackle Natasha! What's she going to do to get out of this?!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*Munch...munch...munch..*<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Instant popcorn again?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze nods. Ryuujou sighs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While he does manage to grab ahold of Natasha and pulls her down, holding onto her provides it's own set of challenges. Namely keeping a grip on her as her torso bursts into flames as well. She's a bit sore as she struggles to break free but knows he's likely going to have trouble holding onto her for very long.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More fire. Fire everywhere. On her. On his skin, catching his clothes and his hair. His nerves feel like they're on fire too- but not in the way one might expect. They do not burn like lit candles, but rather like hot coals, an inner fire to match the one consuming his body.<br /><br />In ordinary circumstances, one would normally want to jump away from a situation like this one.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But pain is a familiar friend. The more he burns, the hotter he goes. And so Fudou remains there, his legs clinched around the sides of his opponent's chest even as she sets herself alight. He punches, throwing blow after blow at her head from his perch above her.<br /><br />Fight through the pain, he tells himself. What comes afterwards will be worth it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's a bit surprised as she he doesn't let go. She's pinned to the ground and having trouble breaking free. Her body does have some weight to it or she wouldn't be able to interact with others but is pretty light. Still she can move her head about, which is all she needs for her next move as she opens her mouth and she breathes fire out of it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He's on fire! He's been lit on fire and he's still pressing on! He must be made of steel to fight on from all that!" Shimakaze shouts in between popcorn munching. "This is exciting! How is Natasha going to deal with even more punching coming from Fudou! Clearly, she has to have SOMETHING to get past all of this! Show me something fast!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou shakes her head, "MOre fire from Natasha is given even after the punch and... did she just breathe fire? A breath of fire?! What, is that the first time she did that or the second? It doesn't matter, the fire gout seems to have done something but both fighters are clearly going after it in close range!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;YET MORE FIRE. Fudou roars as it cooks at the flesh on his face and neck and shoulders. Skin curdles and chars, burning like scraps of wood set onto an open flame. And still Fudou doesn't stop, his blows rain from on high without cessation, each fresh strike opening a fresh crater in the ground underneath them.<br /><br />At some point in his past, this sort of thing might have been enough to force him back, but...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hands lock together, forming into a tight haymaker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's close. Close enough to the Finals as to almost taste that air. Backing off now would mean giving her the chance to widen the distance between them, something that's patently unacceptable.<br /><br />And so Fudou keeps right on going, even as his screams reverberate through the arena air.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha cringes as she gets punched over and over crying out in pain. Yes, she's made ouf fire but still she feels every blow. Of course all the punch might lead to a different problem for Fudou. The repeated attacks are making the girl lose blood, which isn't you want to be exposed to without the proper protection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou cheers on and on, "More punching, more fire, more danger! It looks like Natasha's bleeding here too but her blood seems to ignite Fudou! I wonder if we can use that as a flamethrower... BUt Fudou keeps going on with his punching, that haymaker does land a good blow! But it's been punching and fire all day! It's exciting!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze shakes her head, "I'm sure they have something up their sleeves, it can't all be punch and fire now can it? I mean, where's a kick?! Where's the super special I'm going to fill the screen with hate and hearts?!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Shimakaze... have you been playing those video games again?" "Yes..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Burning blood sprays across charred flesh. Fudou feels it burn deeper even than that- it digs down into his bones, chewing through the very stuff that holds him together like water might dissolve a sugarpill.<br /><br />But she's not the only one with fire in her veins.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a throb deep in the hollow of Fudou's chest. A wave of gold-white energy ignites across his skin, crawling down his circulatory system. Red echoes of decidedly un-flamelike power waft from his shoulders, twisting in the breeze. He should get away. He should run. But he can't.<br /><br />He can't.<br /><br />And so he continues.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While you could like use Natasha's blood as a flamethrower, it would be rather painful for her. She pushes with her hands and legs as flames jet out of them. Maybe she could use the ignition to forces him off her, it was a worth a shot at least. And it would be in her best interests to get some distance between the two of them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, Natasha manages to get some distance between herself and her dogged but altogether charcoaled opponent. Fudou grunts as the flames lick at his flesh anew and rolls hard across the arena floor. Still, he manages to force himself to stand. Even with various vital fluids quite literally boiled away, it seems he's still got the strength to fight--<br /><br />And, maybe, even more than just that.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lurches forward, red energy swirling away from his heel and ankle as his footstep cracks the ground below. Another, his toes dig in. Finally, there's a boom of raw force as he launches himself after the flame-swathed woman, his arms reaching to lock around her neck...<br /><br />Before a knee rises to try and slam hard into her face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha puts her hands to block the attack. Sure, getting hit with the knee still hurts but it's better than taking in the face. She flies up into the air as trying to get some distance betwen the two of them. Letting him get in close wasn't a good idea especially in her current state. She clutches her hands together before lobbing a rather large blast of flame to the ground below.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Flame.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It consumes him utterly, the fireball widening to swallow him up in its scalding embrace. Fudou's scream dies in his throat as he's devoured, fire burning across the arena floor. Something about all this is familiar. The scorching heat, the burning flesh. A dim memory ignites in the back of his brain, of some other time he can scarcely remember. A similar sensation, scorched into his soul.<br /><br />But when he reaches for it, when he goes to seize it, he feels it slip through his fingers.<br /><br />Much like his consciousness.<br /><br />When the flame clears, Fudou is on the ground, scorched black and still burning like a human candle.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze grabs Ryuujou's mic and shouts "Such wonderful attacks given! Fudou being ignited by Natasha, Natasha being crushed and knee'd and punched by Fudou! It's a veritable firebrawl down here in the stadium! And Natasha lets out a large blast of fire! What does it do!?! Where is it going! IT LOOKS LIKE IT HITS FUDOU! Fudou might have been hit by the large blast!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wrestling her mic back from Shimakaze, "Get back to your own mic, Shimakaze. Could this be it?! Could this be the end of the semi finals with a firey finish!? It is! Fudou doesn't get up from the firey blast and ... there's the ref... and yes! The fight is over! With a firey blade, Natasha burns her name into the next round!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>It takes a moment for Natasha to realize what just happened, "I won? I won! I'm going to the finals!" Sparks go flying everywhere as Natasha finally loses her cool. Still it was a reason to celebrate, after all win or lose she's about to get more money than she could ever dream of. Of course she intends to win, but it was nice to be certain she's getting some kind of prize.<br /><br /> "I hope he's okay..." She lands back on the ground and the flames instantly vanish as she rushes over to Fudou. She's sure he's tough but she did burn him pretty badly.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/10/15<br />
|Location=Papaya Island - Stadium<br />
|Synopsis=Having created the weapons wielded by one of her two rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on Vervi at full strength! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creation lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen! I, the glorious Red Saber, welcome you to yet another heartpounding battle that is sure to go down in the pages of history!" Saber, fron the announcer's seat, grasps the mic and speaks dramatically. "Here, at Papaya Island, we have two very small competitors today! But do not let their size fool you! They are capable of holding their own with the best of the best!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Introducing the Silent Wind, Fuki! And her opponent, the Iron Will, Vervi! I implore the both of you; have a battle worthy of the god's praise! To do any less would be a disservice to all watching!" And with that, she threw out an arm and proclaimed. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "By my will; ENGAGE!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Floating in the middle of the arena, Fuki's armored up and ready to go, in her right hand is her special scythe, Silent Black. "You finally woke up. And just in time. I missed you, my friend." she speaks to her scythe. To some it may seem crazy but this isn't an ordinary scythe. "We've dealt with her before... she's strong but let's show her who she came from."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki's eyes open and the mask is drawn in front of her face. It's showing a sinister fox face upon it, the Shinki's smile wicked under it. "Let's show her... who is the best here... why she fights. And most importantly... who's the better Abstractum!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Fuki has been waiting, Vervi's just arriving. Bidding farewell to her Master in the stands, the VerVietta type swoops down into the stadium on a trail of blue jet exhaust. Circling the arena at high speed, she rolls, tracing a corkscrew of blue trails that spirals inward towards the red stone fighting square in the center.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon crossing the edge of the square, Vervi swings her legs forward and adjusts the angles of her engines, braking herself midair and pulling herself into a hover. Unarmed for the moment, the blue shinki clasps her hands together, "It's been a while since we've fought, hasn't it?" Her hands unclasp and she swings one arm to the side, "But don't think I've gotten complacent! We're not gonna go easy on you!" That same hand is raised, "C'mon out, Maverick! Let's show her what we can do!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black makes an affectionate sort of noise, and Fuki will detect just a small amount of warmth in the hilt of the blade, shifting back against her tiny palms in a friendly way. "The most important part of stealth is timing, you know." It says, in a warm voice. Then, "Right!" And it flares with red light! "Powering Strife Drives!" The head of the axe now glows with a crimson fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Vervi's call, Maverick is in motion! The miniature jet-formed Abstractum launches, with a streak of red light left behind it. "YEAH! Gonna show her, and everyone else! This one's gonna be /good/!" Swooping down, the energetic, enthusiastic Abstractum seems eager to fight! It dramatically transforms from fighter to exosuit module in a swift, dramatic motion, meant to encase and protect Vervi in its shiny blue exoskeletal armor-shape. If she's going along with things, it'll even rapidly assemble around her while she stays motionless! "Strife Drives powered and ready to go, Verv'! Are you as hype for this as I am? Dumb question, of course not."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Both fighters are primed for battle, the preparations have been made, they have steeled their bodies and souls! All that remains...is the clash!" Saber settles back down into her announcer's chair. "The crowd awaits! I await! The Myriad universes await! The gods await! It is time!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Stealth, in all things, requires patience." she replies back to Silent Black, feeling the warmth on the hilt. With a bowed head she points the head of the scythe towards Vervi. "Vervi. Maverick. Show us... no... the world what you are capable of doing. Show me that fire or I, the Silent Wind will blow out your life!" With this, Fuki's wings spread out wide and nod, "Predator Drive, go!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki proceeds to dash forth in the air, pulling the scythe back some while the Predator Drive armor comes into place, time to press what advantage she has and go at it. "Your stoic nature... your passion to protect your Master. Bring it to bear against me, give me everything you have and don't hold back!" it sounds like Fuki's trying to goad the other Shinki as she comes in with a heavy scythe swing intended for decapitation.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Or are you afraid that I will show you what you lack?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, Nathan is here, cheering for Vervi. While he has seemed much more exhausted recently, he has seemed, counterintuitively, sort of in higher spirits. "Vervi! You can do this!" His monotone may be exhausted, but it seems to at least have proper exclaimation in the voice! "Be careful and show them how strong I know you are!" And so on, and so forth. Cheering! Nathan is here to give all that moral support! Given that Vervi is actually stronger than Nathan is in day-to-day combat, that's probably the best thing he can give here.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's hard to be more excited than you," Vervi admits to Maverick with a sheepish expression while the Abstractum materializes around her. Twisting in midair, once Maverick has fully appeared, she thrusts out an arm in an action pose for a second or so. Sweeping that arm back and resuming her hover, Vervi faces Fuki head-on, "Showing me where I'm weakest... is exactly what I'm hoping for! We only get stronger when that happens!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come on, Maverick!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the fox ninja closing, Vervi ... cuts her engines. This drops her several inches below the rushdown decapitation, twisting herself as she drops. Limbs compress and reorient as she shifts the Abstractum into its jet form, engines flaring and hurling the shinki away at a lower angle, with a rolling motion. At the end of the boost she transforms the armor-lke Abstractum again, flipping upside-down and thrusting one arm outward. The emitter on the outside of her exoframe's wrist glitters, materializing a quad-barrel cannon. When it opens fire, it's one gun at a time, a rapid-fire stream of blue light sweeping in an arc after the airborne ninjabot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki activates her combat transformations! Fox-like fur lines the gauntlet-like portions of her arms, and the thinner parts of her legs. Her fox mask is substantially more aggressive-looking, and bears a pair of glowing white eyes now. A bushy fox-tail is present, but menacing; it looks as if it can be used offensively against flesh when dragged along the surface. A dreadful-looking pair of claws have come into existence along her fingers. The scythe itself takes on a vulpine aesthetic, with animalistic teeth at its blade-edge. All over her, additional plates on her armor resolve into existence.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"FORM: VULPINE REAPER." Silent Black states. "MODIFIER: PREDATOR DRIVE."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fox features turn a dark gray, close to black, and match some of the purple influences in Fuki's aesthetic. Her movements are quieted, systems are silenced, the whirs of motors and electronics dim. Now, she has night-vision, motion-tracking, and even instinctual tracking of fear, alongside the suite of other ninja-like stealth functions.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, Maverick and its user transform as well! The suit is suddenly that little starfighter again, and then right back to armor, swiftly and in quick motions, allowing the suit's high-powered weapons to be used with incredible dexterity. While a Barrier swiftly interposes itself between Fuki and those crimson return shots, provided by Silent Black, the blunt jarring impact might be transferred to Fuki a bit too much if she doesn't move quick!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's been a while. Those new sensations... the motion tracking... night vision. She was in the wrong modifier for now, but she'll take advantage of it, but the shots crash onto the barrier and Fuki darts herself off again in another direction. She needs to turn this into a way she can use the Predator Drive to her advantage... but how. It's daylight. No matter...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Perhaps I was hasty. We'll deal with Predator Drive for now. Shall we?" she smirks under that mask, the bushy tail twitches and off she goes. Those wings spread out once more and attempts to move in close by dropping from above with her foot outstretched, the talons on them moving to try and slice into the armor, only to flip around and bring an overhead scythe slice at the Vic Viper Shinki and the Hot Blooded Addon.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Show me that fear." she whispers, "I know you have more, Vervi. You're holding out on your friend... You're limiting Maverick..." a grin under that mask, the mask follows a bit. "How's your Master, by the way?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the Reaper closing in again, Vervi rights herself with an out-thrust of her arms, legs spread out for balance with the boot thrusters and supported by the main engines on her back. "Master is fine, stay focused on the fight!" Like this, Fuki is fast..! Though Vervi feels she still has the speed advantage, in closer ranges, Fuki clearly has the upper hand. One arm raises, intercepting the down-slashing talons with the fuselage lining her forearm and relying on it to block the scythe as well.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do you think so?" Vervi asks more directly at such close range, "I think you might be right." Engines flare, pushing her back and away, shedding floating orbs that act like mines from her wing mounts, "I'm trying to do everything on my own, but you're showing me-- Abstractum-User interfaces are a partnership! I have to let Maverick share some of the load, right? That's how you and Silent Black work so well together, is that it?"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Arms spreading out, Vervi glances down at her interface readouts, a smile crossing her face, "I'm sorry if I've held you back, Maverick. Let's show her what we can do-- together!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black slams down into the arm. A barrier rose to blunt the impact, just enough to keep the part functional, but the impact shattered it, releasing a tremendous shockwave, far bigger than either combatant, as large as you'd expect such an exchange's shockwave at normal size! Systems flash red in Vervi's cockpit, letting her know that she's sustained the Form damage, though the core, at the mech-suit's head, remains intact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black cooperates quite well with Fuki, helping her in verbal intimidation alongside combat matters! Of course... This is a rivalry, so it doesn't come with venemous hostility, but still seems to have that element of aggression. "Doesn't he seem tired, though? Are you really sure?" If Fuki's gonna try to throw Vervi off her game, so will Silent Black!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maverick makes an eager noise. "You're right! I'm not just pushing you to get into fights here, Vervi! I want /us/ to get in 'em! It's how we work, together! She lets her scythe take the strain it can handle, you can let me handle that too!" It releases a field of mines, a set of complicated photonic constructs meant to go off with proximity! Of course, Predator Drive can rapidly analyze their sensor constructs, letting Fuki become hyperaware of their range, their cones of perception, blindspots... Vervi's getting some distance! But in order to stop it, Predator Drive can find a few parts where Fuki can zoom through the field with the least damage from passing explosions.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki smirks, this is what she wants. "I am focused. With Silent Black here..." she gives a bit of a laugh, "It's always been about partnership. It's always been about letting yourself go and listening... no feeling what your Abstractum wants and what they want from you. You're out of synchronization." as Vervi pushes away from her, she blinks, only to see those exploding orbs. "She's feeling." she whispers to Silent Black, "She's slowly feeling what it means to have one."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She blinks her eyes just once, the sudden visual acuity she has from the Predator Drive feeding her more information than someone ought to have gives the Shinki a shudder of happiness. "Silent Black, I've traced a path through. Few explosions this way. Ready up the Lance Mode." she tucks her body in close and shoots off, quickly going up, around, side to side. A few of them actually go off, but with the way Fuki positions herself, she does so to take minimal damage and shoot off with the speed.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He always seems tired, Silent Black. He's getting up there in stress... I can smell it. I can feel it too..." she smirks, "Maybe we should have fun with him after this..." she turns to Vervi and kicks the thrusters into full, "I know that she defends her master more than she takes care of the gift I've given her..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's right," Red crossing her vision from alarm indicators, Vervi lowers her eyes, "I shouldn't be fighting to control you. You're not like my armor at all. You're my partner." She jets backwards in two short bursts, increasing her distance even with Fuki closing in, "It's not like wearing armor at all-- I have to become one with you! That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it, Maverick? You aren't trying to force me to do things.. You're just seeking a connection! And the more I fought, the harder you tried..!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come on! Let's show her what OUR drives can do!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The engine thrust flares, bringing Vervi to a halt. A second burst throws her straight in the opposite direction, right towards the charging Predator-mode Fubuki type.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blasts go off like... Well, like bombs. Except these are definitely not toys. Each blast rocks the stands themselves! Several of Silent Black's own Barriers are utterly shattered by the damage. "There we go, /there/ we go!" Maverick shouts. "That's how you learn to trust a weapon, and understand it! Alright! If you're gonna trust me, then here's what we do! We face her head on! No fancy dodges, no tricks! We hit our problems head-first! And we solve them together!" The suit pumps energy up its arms, gushing huge blasts of fire out of ports all over its form. "If she's going to bring out this 'Vulpine Reaper'... I'll give her /this/! Function Matrix expansion comple--!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"FORM: LANCE!" There's Silent Black and Fuki. It seems the little scythe just couldn't leave well enough alone. It blasted forward with a boost from the STRIKE DRIVER, before Vervi's Abstractum could complete showing off its new powerup! Unless Vervi did something really, REALLY clever... Fuki's requested Lance Mode attack is going to lance right through the side of Maverick's midsection! Impaling through the Abstractum, but not Vervi within, protected by the deflection of barriers.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...But that was a mistake." Maverick says, laughing. "SMART BOMB!" And the ship sets off a strange energy field... It'll do some damage to Fuki if she stays in it, completely unavoidable in the area of effect -- and if Vervi has trusted Maverick, she'll have the perfect chance to keep her in short range, if she can pull off some close-quarter combat moves. But, that's not the important bit. The important bit is that every single leftover mine Vervi desposited that gets hit by the expanding wave is suddenly charging right towards Fuki. "Are you ready, Vervi? Head on! No fear, all guts! You've got the armor to take it, and they /don't/!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't like you." Fuki comments. "Silent Black, can you combine Feral and Predator? Take what energy you need from me to do it if you can." as she hears the word expansion... finally... "Finally... they're bringing out the true strength." She thrusts the lance form forward and her face goes really calm inside that mask of hers. "Come on, Maverick, show me... what you can finally do."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words Smart Bomb peirce the Shinki's ear and a quick radar scan shows those orbs coming right back. "I see how it is... did you make them homing? Such a clever little thing, maybe I should give you a gold star!" a flash of light and a shuriken appears in her hand before she moves to try and stab it into the 'battlesuit', a small shaped charge is on it, glowing gold.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls Lance Silent Black away and kicks off, time to play dodge tank now. "It's getting denser... flight path... found... no lost .. it changed." nngh.. she starts running away from the bombs, maybe she can use this for her advantage...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We have the defenses..." Vervi thinks out loud, eyes tracking Fuki's motions, "Let's turn them into offenses! Let's put her on the run, Maverick!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wrenching back on her controls, Vervi's armor shifts back into jet form, the tiny robot seated in the center. With all the explosives pursuing Fuki, the source of those smart mines rolls up into the same altitude, banking in pursuit. Right then, the shuriken explosive detonates, blasting the jet downward in a tumble.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seconds later, at a lower altitude, the jet emerges trailing smoke, pulling up in an banking ascent. In the pilot's seat, ignoring the red indicators flashing across her vision, Vervi leans into her controls, "Let's give her more to play with 'til we can close the gap!" In immediate response, the arrays under and over the wings light up, generating sprays of missiles out to either side which promptly light up and dash ahead of the jet fighter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I can... Override a bit! Crap! Sorry, Fuki!" The little scythe calls out! Some of Predator Drive is soon overwritten, drawing the spare energy from Fuki herself! The fur grows more matted, the claws grow more vicious, and there's a surge of combat energy, battle awareness, and mighty overwhelming melee force that rushes through Fuki, coupled with a sudden gnashing of much longer, much more vicious teeth at the edge. It's not the full Feral Drive, but it's close!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's more flashing red screens at the interior after that explosive. Smoke emerges from a heavy wound in the body of the fighter. "I'm holding together, don't worry! You've got the idea! Let me take on the wounds, you can count on me!" The missiles arc out, but already, the lance -- reverted back to a scythe -- is eager to lash out and split them apart before they can impact Fuki! Their blasts may be small, but the shockwave can be felt at the stands. While Maverick may have suffered the most damage so far, it also seems to have the most momentum!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki lets out a soft gasp, the energy draining from her to power the override. "This, this will do. Just a bit more power, I don't need all of Predator for this." the surge of new energy now, the claws and those teeth on the Scythe.. and the power in her arms. "Yes... time to turn this into a reaping fest..." The blasts from those missiles and the smart orbs send Fuki back quite a ways (relative to Shinki Size) but with a quick thruster motion, she's back upright and sending a peircing red glare at Vervi.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Perfection." she whispered, "Pure perfection." but as Maverick and Vervi get closer... seems they want to get in. Strange but, Fuki's at home being up in someone's face. "Ninja Art, Misdirection." and with a bite on something.. thick black smoke conceals the Shinki and it spreads outwards... "On three." she whispers to Silent Black, waiting for it to overtake a majority of the airspace before she bolts down from the bottom of it, kicks off the floor of the stadium and shoots herself back up, swinging Silent Black with a force to decapitate once more, aiming for those wings. "Break that armor!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"She's dropping down--" Picking up on Vervi's earlier evasion tactic? She doesn't bother to think about it. Instead, she's already planning her next move, "Maverick-- get ready! We're gonna give her just what she wants!" Her eyes track the ninja downward, the fighter banking sharply in response. Mercifully, the missile fire has abated, and the fighter simply circles while the pilot waits for the right moment.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That moment comes with alarming speed: Fuki springing off the arena floor and hurtling right up towards her. Wrenching on her controls, the fighter transforms, assuming its robotic power armor form with Vervi at its center. One arm extends forward defensively while the other reaches up and behind her shoulder. The mast there disconnects and she swings it forward, igniting the energy blade and sweeping it downward one-handed to meet Fuki's upward assault..!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The crash between two Strike Driver enhanced assaults is tremendous. The ground below the two flying fighters is only a few dozen feet below at absolute most, but now it's much farther away, because the scythe coming up and the blade coming down result in a clash that emits such tremendous force that the ground is cratered beneath them, blasting chunks of the stone floor away violently.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Both Abstractum lock together in an intense clash of wills. "Yeah! There we go, Verv', we've got 'em! We're all gettin' exactly what we want!" The armor vents gouts of crimson light from ports all around the back and arms, sparking and crackling with electricity where it was previously hit along the arms and side. "I'll hold! You can count on me, Vervi! Just KEEP GOOOOIIIIIING!" It flares brightly! The sheer force it'll have to bring to bear now depends on Vervi's willpower!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Huhhhhhh... I'll crack it open, Fuki! We made that thing, and we can break it too! You can do it, we're almost through!" Silent Black shouts, roaring as its teeth begin to try to gnash through the energy blade. It flares up shortly too, to meet the gushing red light from Maverick. Both are now locked in a contest of sheer will, and the waves of force emitted by the clash are progressively cracking and cratering more and more of the stadium floor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The clash, that long awaited clash. Finally, this is what Fuki needed. "Isn't this beautiful?" she whispers, "This power, this energy, this crater?" she locks peircing red eyes from that mask into Vervi's own, her thrusters pouring out energy to keep them locked in this contest of will. "We're going to break you. We're going to break Maverick."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She grunts and pulls her scythe up more, trying to press her advantage. She's had Silent Black a lot longer, she's used Silent Black a lot more and knows what its' capable of and only now has Vervi unlocked everything for Maverick. Fuki, however, knows that the damn shinki's pretty willful. "Show me what your will can do. Are you going to beat me?" she shakes her head, the mask dissapears and shows her face, a smile.. "Do it." she whispers, "Show the world that you can defeat me."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a loud battle cry, the thrusters on her jets pour out red energy and the wings flare wide, the Black Angel meets the Blue Angel... "Show me your will to win!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Surrounded by the chaos of two Abstractum crashing together, Vervi tunes out the crackling of lightning and pressure, focusing entirely on the vicious assassin in front of her and the sickle keeping her energy sword at bay. She continues to ignore the readouts on the edges of her vision, focusing purely on the battle.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Every time we fight," Vervi mutters, barely audible over the clash of energies, "You threaten to break things I care about." As she speaks, her voice grows louder, "My possessions, my friends, my partners, my Master..!" The blue shinki shouts now, "This is the end of that!" Leaning into the blade she holds, Vervi reaches down, slamming her armor's free hand into the back of the blade further up to increase her force and leverage, "I'm not letting you do whatever you want anymore! For Master, for Maverick, and for all my friends you've hurt..! You've made me angry plenty of times, but now--" The blue-haired robot girl roars, shoving her all into the effort.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"--NOW YOU GET TO SEE WHAT THAT MEANS!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is, it is! It's like fireworks!!" Silent Black is just as caught up in the excitement as Fuki is. These two really are like each other. But it is just as Fuki thinks; her Abstractum has been around for far longer, and absorbed far more Resonance. When it flares... It flares brutally. Gushing brighter and brigter, until it's a firestorm, the size of a small house, slamming brutally up into Vervi from below, and pushing Fuki further and further up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes, Vervi! You can do this! You know what you care about and you know how to care about it! Break through! We can /do this/, together!" Maverick is coming apart around Vervi, rattling to pieces and being seared off in chunks by the intense storm of this clash. But it's got enough. "SHOW HER, VERVI!!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something cracks.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"F-form integrity dropping?!" Silent Black calls out suddenly. There's a crack along its hilt. "Fuki! /WATCH OUT!/ GhhhhHHHHHRGHK--!" And the handle of the scythe snaps in two. Vervi's downward strike tears Silent Black down from a scythe to a sickle, and though Fuki has a moment of warning, she'll have to deal with the heavy energy blade coming down to strike her head-on. With that sudden, unexpected flaring burst of Strike Driver power, her non-Feral modifier armor enhancements won't hold up...!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever the end of this may be for Fuki, the fulfillment of that clash will be big enough that it explosively tears a gash a foot wide in the arena from the crater here all the way to the edge of the arena, and an explosive dispersal of that storm of light!!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing up, she grins. Fuki's eyes are wide. Murderous intent miiiiiight not be there but the red that surrounds her. "This... is truely a spectacular fight, Vervi." she comments but when Silent Black speaks up... the words integrity dropping quickly bring Fuki back to a reality. "This can't be... this cannot be! Silent Black! Hold on!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hears the crack... the scythe snaps and the ninjabot is facing the worlds biggest energy blade she's ever seen.. "Where did this power come from? WHO gave you that power!" she screams at Vervi but even with the moment of warning... she spins around just a bit and the blade cuts deep... and through Fuki, splitting her in half diagnoally! She screams out and the light surrounding her dies as she falls split in two into the ground, creating one last crater. Her chest is cracked open, showing the triple lights of her CMS...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki pants slowly, eyes looking up at Vervi and Maverick. "I got what I wanted out of this... you have a choice to make, Vervi. You can do it right now, prevent me from ever hurting your master or anything you love... or you can let me go... and I'll be there as your dark shadow... there to foil whatever you do in the future... there to present a constant threat to your Master... to your Abstractum... to anything you ever love or will love.."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She points the now Sickle Silent Black up to Vervi... "The choice is yours... I know what you will make, though..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "AHEM! I would like to inform both competitors that killing is strictly forbidden within the tournament!" Saber spoke up from the announcer's seat, interjecting quickly before going right into her commentary. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nonetheless! After a risky gambit, Fuki finds herself cut short, quite literally, as Vervi's strike rings true! The tiny warrior cleaves through her opponent! Typically this would spell death for any normal human or mortal entity! Thankfully our competitors are anything but normal!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every readout in Vervi's field of vision is red, flashing, and beeping.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She ignores it.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one final scream of effort she pushes forward and down with all of her weight and all of her frustration, at last breaking that defense and smashing Fuki downwards. Without even the moment to take in how badly damaged the other shinki is, there's a burst of engines hurling the battered blue angel down in hot pursuit.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mere seconds after Fuki has landed, so badly damaged now that she cannot fight, Maverick's feet slam down less than a foot away. Rising up to her full height within her battered battle armor, Vervi glowers down at her long-time foe through the flashing crimson alerts of her HUD. Steam, or something similar, hisses out of the exoframe's joints and vents. Lit from below by the crimson blade of the sword she wields when wearing Maverick, the light in her eyes is almost absent, as if dead.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With an agonizing sound of damaged machinery, she steps forward heavily, raising the sword overhead and spinning it around to point downward. The armor slumps down and slams the blade down as well with a resonating noise of steel striking stone-- safely several inches from where Fuki impacted the arena floor.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The chest cavity opens up and Vervi disentangles herself from Maverick's control interface, dropping down. Completely armorless, she trots forward and leans over the damaged Fubuki type, panting, worry written all over her face. Once she can tell for sure the black shinki is still online, her eyes close and she lets out a relieved sigh, resting a hand over her own CMS. She then reaches down, holding her hand out, "We'll always be enemies, Fuki. Come on, let's get you to your Master."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And with that, the battle is concluded! The Iron Will, Vervi, has prevailed over the Silent Wind, Fuki! Truly, a fantastic battle has taken place here this day! Let us congratulate both competitors for giving it their all, and allowing us to bear witness to a clash that will not soon be forgotten!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber stood, arm outstretched. "I am your illustrious announcer, Red Saber, and it is by my will that I proclaim; this is the end! Let us meet once again on the field of battle, when souls fated to duel come together once more!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nathan, of course, is cheering. It's still a stoic kind of cheering, but it's cheering! Meanwhile the two Abstractum are sure in a shape. The arms both fall off Maverick after that sword is deposited, and most of one of the legs is gone. But the core, atop the head of the suit, is still intact. And the eye there seems to be happy, almost grinning. "That's right! Don't take the easy solution, you know the way this has to be solved! We can stick together and solve this the /right/ way." The heavy suit shudders a bit. "Except, maybe I won't stick together entirely. I'mma need... A minute. Wow, though, /wow/, that was satisfying. Doesn't this feel alright, Vervi?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black was extremely tense and defensive for a moment, glaring and growling and gnashing the teeth on its blade edge... But it looks like everything's going to calm down. And it is very much like Fuki, at the end of the day, willing to rescind its transformations and retreat into a lower power mode, to start recovering. It may be snapped in half, but it can regenerate, like Maverick can, with a few days of rest. "Don't... Ohhh, Fuki, don't risk yourself like that..." The blade says, urgently, to Fuki. It very, very clearly can't stand the idea of Fuki trying to force a deadly confrontation like that when she's in such a disadvantageous position right now!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But, things are winding down. Looks like the fight's over! All the fancy light disperses and they're left with a stadium that has been well and truly wrecked on a scale usually reserved for the human-sized elites.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki closes her eyes from the sword impact and Maverick's forceful landing, she lets out a loud sigh and nods. "She's incapable of taking a life, especially mine." she states to Silent Black. "She knows what she has now... and for that, I can take a good rest." she gives a bit of a smile, looking up towards Vervi... she shakes her head and clutches tightly to the rest of Silent Black's hilt...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We will always be enemies. I will always try to break things that are yours... you will always try to stop me and..." she chuckles, looking at the blue shinki, "I think you finally got what I have been trying to teach you all along... I think from now on, our fights... our scuffles... our rivalry... will be better. Wouldn't you say so?" she takes the offered hand awkwardly... by holding her arm out to it. "I'm not letting Silent Black go... so you'll have to princess carry me, servant..." a chiding.. a bit mocking... but genuinely... a friendly comment. "Kourin would want to say hello..."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Papaya Island tournament grounds aren't quite as busy as they're going to get this WMAT season, but they're pretty close. The Semifinals are progressing inexorably towards their inevitable end, and today's bound will be the capstone to lead into the final round of the fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In one corner of the arena is perhaps an unlikely contender. A small-time circuit Street Fighter who has, thus far, displayed an unusual amount of resilience and raw brawler's instinct. The question is whether that will be enough to overcome his opponent's raw sorcerous might.<br /><br />Still, until the match begins, Fudou simply rests on his knees, sitting and waiting for the ring of that bell.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's clearly excited about the fight, one more win and she's in the finals after all. Still, she's trying to stay somewhat level-headed she knows she has to win this battle first. She's a bit impatient and wants to get start already, it seems like she's been waiting forever for this moment. Of course she's not a straight up mage as one might suspect, but Fudou would find that out shortly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not quite as busy but they are still pretty packed with people flocking in to watch the Semi-Final match. Up in the announcer booths are two girls with microphone in hand and bright smiles on their face. "Welcome welcome, you'll soon be praising the victor instead of me with the match coming up here in the semi finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament! This wargame match features Futou Modo versus Natasha, both strong competetors to get this far in the tournament, so you're bound to see some wonderful action! I'm Ryuujou, the best Light Carrier of the Fleet and I'm here with the Island Breeze, Shimakaze!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze let's a bright smile through, "Hooiii Shimakaze here! Let's see how fast they can do this, it's a pretty exciting time here, isn't it Ryuujou? Though it looks like one of the two competetors are impaitent and wanting to spring forth and let all their fight out at once! I like this person!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Shimakaze... fast isn't eve..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fast IS everything..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His opponent has arrived. Fudou rises from his Seiza, that familiar heat building in the hollow of his chest. Anticipation for the coming fight tempered by the recognition of a fair challenge. "Best of luck," he calls across as he stands, finding his footing. The Street Fighter bounces once on the balls of his feet. Twice, thrice, and then--<br /><br />There's a rush of air.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou breaks into a charging rush, his hands closing into fists. With a mighty roar, he lunges into the first punch of the evening. The heat in his heart pulses as he feels it ignite, spreading like wildfire through his veins and arteries.<br /><br />The fight is on.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha wasn't quite expecting for him to come out that fast, and tries to move out of the way. Before she can move though she takes a punch straight in the face. Good thing she doesn't have bones because that would have likely broke something. Her head snaps back a bit though, "Ouch!" Maybe getting close wasn't a good idea and she steps back a bit. Fire starts to form in one of her hands before she tosses at Fudou, he should likely be familiar with this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A palpable hit. Fudou expects to feel that tell-tale crunch of bone splintering beneath his blow, but... Nothing?<br /><br />No time to think. Fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Flame crashes into his body, the blaze singing at his skin and tattered clothes. The Street Fighter screams as the fire spreads, the scent of cooked flesh wafting into the air. For a moment, it seems as though he'd been overcome--<br /><br />And then his eyes lift.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fudou takes a step, flame billowing from his shoulders. He huffs, tightens his fists and surges in again. Against an opponent like this, he needs to stay close- he needs to remain in the sort of range that gives him the advantage. Fudou twists, bringing another heavy fist upward into his opponent's gut.<br /><br />Just need to keep up the pace.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze shouts out, "Oooh, that hit look like it hurt! Are his fists made of cannon shells because that look like it could punch armor!" she leans forward over the announcer booth. "Ryuujou, plane... get a closer look! This is exciting! And Natasha retaliates with a fireball of her own! So quick to recover and throw out an attack of her own! She's amazing! Ryuujou! Plane!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou shakes her head, "They have cameras down there... look at the monitors. But the flames seem to have done something to Fudou there, he looks like he got seriously in... nope, ther ehe goes! Another quick fist punch, a heavy fist uppercut to Natasha's stomach! Will she go airborne?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Of course getting close to Natasha provides its own set of challenges. After all she can light her body on fire if she wants. The gut punch isn't as effective as the blow to the head, but it still hurts. The impact does knock her back a bit but she's still in melee range. One of her feet burst into flames as she sweeps at him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More flame; flame that consumes flesh and burns to the bone. Fudou staggers as it consumes him, swallowing him in a halo of consumptive, hungry fire. Pain crawls into his voice as he screams, emerging from his throat as a hoarse, jagged, gutteral thing.<br /><br />But, in the name of victory, there's only one thing to be done.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Street Fighter presses through the heat, even as it blackens long swathes of his skin to charcoal. Blisters bubble across his flesh as he drops into a crouch-- and closes the distance again. His arms snatch out to try and seize his opponent by her midsection and spear her into the ground!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou hops up and cheers, "I think we may have to call Natasha the Flame Witch after this! More fire comes from the magic user and it consumes Fudou! But a gutteral scream from him lets him press on and tackle Natasha! What's she going to do to get out of this?!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*Munch...munch...munch..*<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Instant popcorn again?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze nods. Ryuujou sighs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While he does manage to grab ahold of Natasha and pulls her down, holding onto her provides it's own set of challenges. Namely keeping a grip on her as her torso bursts into flames as well. She's a bit sore as she struggles to break free but knows he's likely going to have trouble holding onto her for very long.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More fire. Fire everywhere. On her. On his skin, catching his clothes and his hair. His nerves feel like they're on fire too- but not in the way one might expect. They do not burn like lit candles, but rather like hot coals, an inner fire to match the one consuming his body.<br /><br />In ordinary circumstances, one would normally want to jump away from a situation like this one.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But pain is a familiar friend. The more he burns, the hotter he goes. And so Fudou remains there, his legs clinched around the sides of his opponent's chest even as she sets herself alight. He punches, throwing blow after blow at her head from his perch above her.<br /><br />Fight through the pain, he tells himself. What comes afterwards will be worth it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's a bit surprised as she he doesn't let go. She's pinned to the ground and having trouble breaking free. Her body does have some weight to it or she wouldn't be able to interact with others but is pretty light. Still she can move her head about, which is all she needs for her next move as she opens her mouth and she breathes fire out of it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He's on fire! He's been lit on fire and he's still pressing on! He must be made of steel to fight on from all that!" Shimakaze shouts in between popcorn munching. "This is exciting! How is Natasha going to deal with even more punching coming from Fudou! Clearly, she has to have SOMETHING to get past all of this! Show me something fast!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou shakes her head, "MOre fire from Natasha is given even after the punch and... did she just breathe fire? A breath of fire?! What, is that the first time she did that or the second? It doesn't matter, the fire gout seems to have done something but both fighters are clearly going after it in close range!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;YET MORE FIRE. Fudou roars as it cooks at the flesh on his face and neck and shoulders. Skin curdles and chars, burning like scraps of wood set onto an open flame. And still Fudou doesn't stop, his blows rain from on high without cessation, each fresh strike opening a fresh crater in the ground underneath them.<br /><br />At some point in his past, this sort of thing might have been enough to force him back, but...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hands lock together, forming into a tight haymaker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's close. Close enough to the Finals as to almost taste that air. Backing off now would mean giving her the chance to widen the distance between them, something that's patently unacceptable.<br /><br />And so Fudou keeps right on going, even as his screams reverberate through the arena air.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha cringes as she gets punched over and over crying out in pain. Yes, she's made ouf fire but still she feels every blow. Of course all the punch might lead to a different problem for Fudou. The repeated attacks are making the girl lose blood, which isn't you want to be exposed to without the proper protection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryuujou cheers on and on, "More punching, more fire, more danger! It looks like Natasha's bleeding here too but her blood seems to ignite Fudou! I wonder if we can use that as a flamethrower... BUt Fudou keeps going on with his punching, that haymaker does land a good blow! But it's been punching and fire all day! It's exciting!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze shakes her head, "I'm sure they have something up their sleeves, it can't all be punch and fire now can it? I mean, where's a kick?! Where's the super special I'm going to fill the screen with hate and hearts?!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Shimakaze... have you been playing those video games again?" "Yes..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Burning blood sprays across charred flesh. Fudou feels it burn deeper even than that- it digs down into his bones, chewing through the very stuff that holds him together like water might dissolve a sugarpill.<br /><br />But she's not the only one with fire in her veins.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a throb deep in the hollow of Fudou's chest. A wave of gold-white energy ignites across his skin, crawling down his circulatory system. Red echoes of decidedly un-flamelike power waft from his shoulders, twisting in the breeze. He should get away. He should run. But he can't.<br /><br />He can't.<br /><br />And so he continues.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While you could like use Natasha's blood as a flamethrower, it would be rather painful for her. She pushes with her hands and legs as flames jet out of them. Maybe she could use the ignition to forces him off her, it was a worth a shot at least. And it would be in her best interests to get some distance between the two of them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, Natasha manages to get some distance between herself and her dogged but altogether charcoaled opponent. Fudou grunts as the flames lick at his flesh anew and rolls hard across the arena floor. Still, he manages to force himself to stand. Even with various vital fluids quite literally boiled away, it seems he's still got the strength to fight--<br /><br />And, maybe, even more than just that.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lurches forward, red energy swirling away from his heel and ankle as his footstep cracks the ground below. Another, his toes dig in. Finally, there's a boom of raw force as he launches himself after the flame-swathed woman, his arms reaching to lock around her neck...<br /><br />Before a knee rises to try and slam hard into her face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha puts her hands to block the attack. Sure, getting hit with the knee still hurts but it's better than taking in the face. She flies up into the air as trying to get some distance betwen the two of them. Letting him get in close wasn't a good idea especially in her current state. She clutches her hands together before lobbing a rather large blast of flame to the ground below.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Flame.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It consumes him utterly, the fireball widening to swallow him up in its scalding embrace. Fudou's scream dies in his throat as he's devoured, fire burning across the arena floor. Something about all this is familiar. The scorching heat, the burning flesh. A dim memory ignites in the back of his brain, of some other time he can scarcely remember. A similar sensation, scorched into his soul.<br /><br />But when he reaches for it, when he goes to seize it, he feels it slip through his fingers.<br /><br />Much like his consciousness.<br /><br />When the flame clears, Fudou is on the ground, scorched black and still burning like a human candle.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shimakaze grabs Ryuujou's mic and shouts "Such wonderful attacks given! Fudou being ignited by Natasha, Natasha being crushed and knee'd and punched by Fudou! It's a veritable firebrawl down here in the stadium! And Natasha lets out a large blast of fire! What does it do!?! Where is it going! IT LOOKS LIKE IT HITS FUDOU! Fudou might have been hit by the large blast!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wrestling her mic back from Shimakaze, "Get back to your own mic, Shimakaze. Could this be it?! Could this be the end of the semi finals with a firey finish!? It is! Fudou doesn't get up from the firey blast and ... there's the ref... and yes! The fight is over! With a firey blade, Natasha burns her name into the next round!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>It takes a moment for Natasha to realize what just happened, "I won? I won! I'm going to the finals!" Sparks go flying everywhere as Natasha finally loses her cool. Still it was a reason to celebrate, after all win or lose she's about to get more money than she could ever dream of. Of course she intends to win, but it was nice to be certain she's getting some kind of prize.<br /><br /> "I hope he's okay..." She lands back on the ground and the flames instantly vanish as she rushes over to Fudou. She's sure he's tough but she did burn him pretty badly.<br> <br><br />
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|Synopsis=Having created the weapons wielded by one of her two rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on Vervi at full strength! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creation lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen! I, the glorious Red Saber, welcome you to yet another heartpounding battle that is sure to go down in the pages of history!" Saber, fron the announcer's seat, grasps the mic and speaks dramatically. "Here, at Papaya Island, we have two very small competitors today! But do not let their size fool you! They are capable of holding their own with the best of the best!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Introducing the Silent Wind, Fuki! And her opponent, the Iron Will, Vervi! I implore the both of you; have a battle worthy of the god's praise! To do any less would be a disservice to all watching!" And with that, she threw out an arm and proclaimed. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "By my will; ENGAGE!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Floating in the middle of the arena, Fuki's armored up and ready to go, in her right hand is her special scythe, Silent Black. "You finally woke up. And just in time. I missed you, my friend." she speaks to her scythe. To some it may seem crazy but this isn't an ordinary scythe. "We've dealt with her before... she's strong but let's show her who she came from."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki's eyes open and the mask is drawn in front of her face. It's showing a sinister fox face upon it, the Shinki's smile wicked under it. "Let's show her... who is the best here... why she fights. And most importantly... who's the better Abstractum!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Fuki has been waiting, Vervi's just arriving. Bidding farewell to her Master in the stands, the VerVietta type swoops down into the stadium on a trail of blue jet exhaust. Circling the arena at high speed, she rolls, tracing a corkscrew of blue trails that spirals inward towards the red stone fighting square in the center.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon crossing the edge of the square, Vervi swings her legs forward and adjusts the angles of her engines, braking herself midair and pulling herself into a hover. Unarmed for the moment, the blue shinki clasps her hands together, "It's been a while since we've fought, hasn't it?" Her hands unclasp and she swings one arm to the side, "But don't think I've gotten complacent! We're not gonna go easy on you!" That same hand is raised, "C'mon out, Maverick! Let's show her what we can do!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black makes an affectionate sort of noise, and Fuki will detect just a small amount of warmth in the hilt of the blade, shifting back against her tiny palms in a friendly way. "The most important part of stealth is timing, you know." It says, in a warm voice. Then, "Right!" And it flares with red light! "Powering Strife Drives!" The head of the axe now glows with a crimson fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Vervi's call, Maverick is in motion! The miniature jet-formed Abstractum launches, with a streak of red light left behind it. "YEAH! Gonna show her, and everyone else! This one's gonna be /good/!" Swooping down, the energetic, enthusiastic Abstractum seems eager to fight! It dramatically transforms from fighter to exosuit module in a swift, dramatic motion, meant to encase and protect Vervi in its shiny blue exoskeletal armor-shape. If she's going along with things, it'll even rapidly assemble around her while she stays motionless! "Strife Drives powered and ready to go, Verv'! Are you as hype for this as I am? Dumb question, of course not."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Both fighters are primed for battle, the preparations have been made, they have steeled their bodies and souls! All that remains...is the clash!" Saber settles back down into her announcer's chair. "The crowd awaits! I await! The Myriad universes await! The gods await! It is time!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Stealth, in all things, requires patience." she replies back to Silent Black, feeling the warmth on the hilt. With a bowed head she points the head of the scythe towards Vervi. "Vervi. Maverick. Show us... no... the world what you are capable of doing. Show me that fire or I, the Silent Wind will blow out your life!" With this, Fuki's wings spread out wide and nod, "Predator Drive, go!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki proceeds to dash forth in the air, pulling the scythe back some while the Predator Drive armor comes into place, time to press what advantage she has and go at it. "Your stoic nature... your passion to protect your Master. Bring it to bear against me, give me everything you have and don't hold back!" it sounds like Fuki's trying to goad the other Shinki as she comes in with a heavy scythe swing intended for decapitation.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Or are you afraid that I will show you what you lack?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, Nathan is here, cheering for Vervi. While he has seemed much more exhausted recently, he has seemed, counterintuitively, sort of in higher spirits. "Vervi! You can do this!" His monotone may be exhausted, but it seems to at least have proper exclaimation in the voice! "Be careful and show them how strong I know you are!" And so on, and so forth. Cheering! Nathan is here to give all that moral support! Given that Vervi is actually stronger than Nathan is in day-to-day combat, that's probably the best thing he can give here.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's hard to be more excited than you," Vervi admits to Maverick with a sheepish expression while the Abstractum materializes around her. Twisting in midair, once Maverick has fully appeared, she thrusts out an arm in an action pose for a second or so. Sweeping that arm back and resuming her hover, Vervi faces Fuki head-on, "Showing me where I'm weakest... is exactly what I'm hoping for! We only get stronger when that happens!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come on, Maverick!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the fox ninja closing, Vervi ... cuts her engines. This drops her several inches below the rushdown decapitation, twisting herself as she drops. Limbs compress and reorient as she shifts the Abstractum into its jet form, engines flaring and hurling the shinki away at a lower angle, with a rolling motion. At the end of the boost she transforms the armor-lke Abstractum again, flipping upside-down and thrusting one arm outward. The emitter on the outside of her exoframe's wrist glitters, materializing a quad-barrel cannon. When it opens fire, it's one gun at a time, a rapid-fire stream of blue light sweeping in an arc after the airborne ninjabot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki activates her combat transformations! Fox-like fur lines the gauntlet-like portions of her arms, and the thinner parts of her legs. Her fox mask is substantially more aggressive-looking, and bears a pair of glowing white eyes now. A bushy fox-tail is present, but menacing; it looks as if it can be used offensively against flesh when dragged along the surface. A dreadful-looking pair of claws have come into existence along her fingers. The scythe itself takes on a vulpine aesthetic, with animalistic teeth at its blade-edge. All over her, additional plates on her armor resolve into existence.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"FORM: VULPINE REAPER." Silent Black states. "MODIFIER: PREDATOR DRIVE."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fox features turn a dark gray, close to black, and match some of the purple influences in Fuki's aesthetic. Her movements are quieted, systems are silenced, the whirs of motors and electronics dim. Now, she has night-vision, motion-tracking, and even instinctual tracking of fear, alongside the suite of other ninja-like stealth functions.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, Maverick and its user transform as well! The suit is suddenly that little starfighter again, and then right back to armor, swiftly and in quick motions, allowing the suit's high-powered weapons to be used with incredible dexterity. While a Barrier swiftly interposes itself between Fuki and those crimson return shots, provided by Silent Black, the blunt jarring impact might be transferred to Fuki a bit too much if she doesn't move quick!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's been a while. Those new sensations... the motion tracking... night vision. She was in the wrong modifier for now, but she'll take advantage of it, but the shots crash onto the barrier and Fuki darts herself off again in another direction. She needs to turn this into a way she can use the Predator Drive to her advantage... but how. It's daylight. No matter...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Perhaps I was hasty. We'll deal with Predator Drive for now. Shall we?" she smirks under that mask, the bushy tail twitches and off she goes. Those wings spread out once more and attempts to move in close by dropping from above with her foot outstretched, the talons on them moving to try and slice into the armor, only to flip around and bring an overhead scythe slice at the Vic Viper Shinki and the Hot Blooded Addon.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Show me that fear." she whispers, "I know you have more, Vervi. You're holding out on your friend... You're limiting Maverick..." a grin under that mask, the mask follows a bit. "How's your Master, by the way?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the Reaper closing in again, Vervi rights herself with an out-thrust of her arms, legs spread out for balance with the boot thrusters and supported by the main engines on her back. "Master is fine, stay focused on the fight!" Like this, Fuki is fast..! Though Vervi feels she still has the speed advantage, in closer ranges, Fuki clearly has the upper hand. One arm raises, intercepting the down-slashing talons with the fuselage lining her forearm and relying on it to block the scythe as well.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do you think so?" Vervi asks more directly at such close range, "I think you might be right." Engines flare, pushing her back and away, shedding floating orbs that act like mines from her wing mounts, "I'm trying to do everything on my own, but you're showing me-- Abstractum-User interfaces are a partnership! I have to let Maverick share some of the load, right? That's how you and Silent Black work so well together, is that it?"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Arms spreading out, Vervi glances down at her interface readouts, a smile crossing her face, "I'm sorry if I've held you back, Maverick. Let's show her what we can do-- together!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black slams down into the arm. A barrier rose to blunt the impact, just enough to keep the part functional, but the impact shattered it, releasing a tremendous shockwave, far bigger than either combatant, as large as you'd expect such an exchange's shockwave at normal size! Systems flash red in Vervi's cockpit, letting her know that she's sustained the Form damage, though the core, at the mech-suit's head, remains intact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black cooperates quite well with Fuki, helping her in verbal intimidation alongside combat matters! Of course... This is a rivalry, so it doesn't come with venemous hostility, but still seems to have that element of aggression. "Doesn't he seem tired, though? Are you really sure?" If Fuki's gonna try to throw Vervi off her game, so will Silent Black!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maverick makes an eager noise. "You're right! I'm not just pushing you to get into fights here, Vervi! I want /us/ to get in 'em! It's how we work, together! She lets her scythe take the strain it can handle, you can let me handle that too!" It releases a field of mines, a set of complicated photonic constructs meant to go off with proximity! Of course, Predator Drive can rapidly analyze their sensor constructs, letting Fuki become hyperaware of their range, their cones of perception, blindspots... Vervi's getting some distance! But in order to stop it, Predator Drive can find a few parts where Fuki can zoom through the field with the least damage from passing explosions.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki smirks, this is what she wants. "I am focused. With Silent Black here..." she gives a bit of a laugh, "It's always been about partnership. It's always been about letting yourself go and listening... no feeling what your Abstractum wants and what they want from you. You're out of synchronization." as Vervi pushes away from her, she blinks, only to see those exploding orbs. "She's feeling." she whispers to Silent Black, "She's slowly feeling what it means to have one."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She blinks her eyes just once, the sudden visual acuity she has from the Predator Drive feeding her more information than someone ought to have gives the Shinki a shudder of happiness. "Silent Black, I've traced a path through. Few explosions this way. Ready up the Lance Mode." she tucks her body in close and shoots off, quickly going up, around, side to side. A few of them actually go off, but with the way Fuki positions herself, she does so to take minimal damage and shoot off with the speed.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He always seems tired, Silent Black. He's getting up there in stress... I can smell it. I can feel it too..." she smirks, "Maybe we should have fun with him after this..." she turns to Vervi and kicks the thrusters into full, "I know that she defends her master more than she takes care of the gift I've given her..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's right," Red crossing her vision from alarm indicators, Vervi lowers her eyes, "I shouldn't be fighting to control you. You're not like my armor at all. You're my partner." She jets backwards in two short bursts, increasing her distance even with Fuki closing in, "It's not like wearing armor at all-- I have to become one with you! That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it, Maverick? You aren't trying to force me to do things.. You're just seeking a connection! And the more I fought, the harder you tried..!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come on! Let's show her what OUR drives can do!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The engine thrust flares, bringing Vervi to a halt. A second burst throws her straight in the opposite direction, right towards the charging Predator-mode Fubuki type.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blasts go off like... Well, like bombs. Except these are definitely not toys. Each blast rocks the stands themselves! Several of Silent Black's own Barriers are utterly shattered by the damage. "There we go, /there/ we go!" Maverick shouts. "That's how you learn to trust a weapon, and understand it! Alright! If you're gonna trust me, then here's what we do! We face her head on! No fancy dodges, no tricks! We hit our problems head-first! And we solve them together!" The suit pumps energy up its arms, gushing huge blasts of fire out of ports all over its form. "If she's going to bring out this 'Vulpine Reaper'... I'll give her /this/! Function Matrix expansion comple--!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"FORM: LANCE!" There's Silent Black and Fuki. It seems the little scythe just couldn't leave well enough alone. It blasted forward with a boost from the STRIKE DRIVER, before Vervi's Abstractum could complete showing off its new powerup! Unless Vervi did something really, REALLY clever... Fuki's requested Lance Mode attack is going to lance right through the side of Maverick's midsection! Impaling through the Abstractum, but not Vervi within, protected by the deflection of barriers.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...But that was a mistake." Maverick says, laughing. "SMART BOMB!" And the ship sets off a strange energy field... It'll do some damage to Fuki if she stays in it, completely unavoidable in the area of effect -- and if Vervi has trusted Maverick, she'll have the perfect chance to keep her in short range, if she can pull off some close-quarter combat moves. But, that's not the important bit. The important bit is that every single leftover mine Vervi desposited that gets hit by the expanding wave is suddenly charging right towards Fuki. "Are you ready, Vervi? Head on! No fear, all guts! You've got the armor to take it, and they /don't/!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't like you." Fuki comments. "Silent Black, can you combine Feral and Predator? Take what energy you need from me to do it if you can." as she hears the word expansion... finally... "Finally... they're bringing out the true strength." She thrusts the lance form forward and her face goes really calm inside that mask of hers. "Come on, Maverick, show me... what you can finally do."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words Smart Bomb peirce the Shinki's ear and a quick radar scan shows those orbs coming right back. "I see how it is... did you make them homing? Such a clever little thing, maybe I should give you a gold star!" a flash of light and a shuriken appears in her hand before she moves to try and stab it into the 'battlesuit', a small shaped charge is on it, glowing gold.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls Lance Silent Black away and kicks off, time to play dodge tank now. "It's getting denser... flight path... found... no lost .. it changed." nngh.. she starts running away from the bombs, maybe she can use this for her advantage...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We have the defenses..." Vervi thinks out loud, eyes tracking Fuki's motions, "Let's turn them into offenses! Let's put her on the run, Maverick!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wrenching back on her controls, Vervi's armor shifts back into jet form, the tiny robot seated in the center. With all the explosives pursuing Fuki, the source of those smart mines rolls up into the same altitude, banking in pursuit. Right then, the shuriken explosive detonates, blasting the jet downward in a tumble.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seconds later, at a lower altitude, the jet emerges trailing smoke, pulling up in an banking ascent. In the pilot's seat, ignoring the red indicators flashing across her vision, Vervi leans into her controls, "Let's give her more to play with 'til we can close the gap!" In immediate response, the arrays under and over the wings light up, generating sprays of missiles out to either side which promptly light up and dash ahead of the jet fighter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I can... Override a bit! Crap! Sorry, Fuki!" The little scythe calls out! Some of Predator Drive is soon overwritten, drawing the spare energy from Fuki herself! The fur grows more matted, the claws grow more vicious, and there's a surge of combat energy, battle awareness, and mighty overwhelming melee force that rushes through Fuki, coupled with a sudden gnashing of much longer, much more vicious teeth at the edge. It's not the full Feral Drive, but it's close!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's more flashing red screens at the interior after that explosive. Smoke emerges from a heavy wound in the body of the fighter. "I'm holding together, don't worry! You've got the idea! Let me take on the wounds, you can count on me!" The missiles arc out, but already, the lance -- reverted back to a scythe -- is eager to lash out and split them apart before they can impact Fuki! Their blasts may be small, but the shockwave can be felt at the stands. While Maverick may have suffered the most damage so far, it also seems to have the most momentum!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki lets out a soft gasp, the energy draining from her to power the override. "This, this will do. Just a bit more power, I don't need all of Predator for this." the surge of new energy now, the claws and those teeth on the Scythe.. and the power in her arms. "Yes... time to turn this into a reaping fest..." The blasts from those missiles and the smart orbs send Fuki back quite a ways (relative to Shinki Size) but with a quick thruster motion, she's back upright and sending a peircing red glare at Vervi.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Perfection." she whispered, "Pure perfection." but as Maverick and Vervi get closer... seems they want to get in. Strange but, Fuki's at home being up in someone's face. "Ninja Art, Misdirection." and with a bite on something.. thick black smoke conceals the Shinki and it spreads outwards... "On three." she whispers to Silent Black, waiting for it to overtake a majority of the airspace before she bolts down from the bottom of it, kicks off the floor of the stadium and shoots herself back up, swinging Silent Black with a force to decapitate once more, aiming for those wings. "Break that armor!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"She's dropping down--" Picking up on Vervi's earlier evasion tactic? She doesn't bother to think about it. Instead, she's already planning her next move, "Maverick-- get ready! We're gonna give her just what she wants!" Her eyes track the ninja downward, the fighter banking sharply in response. Mercifully, the missile fire has abated, and the fighter simply circles while the pilot waits for the right moment.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That moment comes with alarming speed: Fuki springing off the arena floor and hurtling right up towards her. Wrenching on her controls, the fighter transforms, assuming its robotic power armor form with Vervi at its center. One arm extends forward defensively while the other reaches up and behind her shoulder. The mast there disconnects and she swings it forward, igniting the energy blade and sweeping it downward one-handed to meet Fuki's upward assault..!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The crash between two Strike Driver enhanced assaults is tremendous. The ground below the two flying fighters is only a few dozen feet below at absolute most, but now it's much farther away, because the scythe coming up and the blade coming down result in a clash that emits such tremendous force that the ground is cratered beneath them, blasting chunks of the stone floor away violently.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Both Abstractum lock together in an intense clash of wills. "Yeah! There we go, Verv', we've got 'em! We're all gettin' exactly what we want!" The armor vents gouts of crimson light from ports all around the back and arms, sparking and crackling with electricity where it was previously hit along the arms and side. "I'll hold! You can count on me, Vervi! Just KEEP GOOOOIIIIIING!" It flares brightly! The sheer force it'll have to bring to bear now depends on Vervi's willpower!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Huhhhhhh... I'll crack it open, Fuki! We made that thing, and we can break it too! You can do it, we're almost through!" Silent Black shouts, roaring as its teeth begin to try to gnash through the energy blade. It flares up shortly too, to meet the gushing red light from Maverick. Both are now locked in a contest of sheer will, and the waves of force emitted by the clash are progressively cracking and cratering more and more of the stadium floor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The clash, that long awaited clash. Finally, this is what Fuki needed. "Isn't this beautiful?" she whispers, "This power, this energy, this crater?" she locks peircing red eyes from that mask into Vervi's own, her thrusters pouring out energy to keep them locked in this contest of will. "We're going to break you. We're going to break Maverick."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She grunts and pulls her scythe up more, trying to press her advantage. She's had Silent Black a lot longer, she's used Silent Black a lot more and knows what its' capable of and only now has Vervi unlocked everything for Maverick. Fuki, however, knows that the damn shinki's pretty willful. "Show me what your will can do. Are you going to beat me?" she shakes her head, the mask dissapears and shows her face, a smile.. "Do it." she whispers, "Show the world that you can defeat me."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a loud battle cry, the thrusters on her jets pour out red energy and the wings flare wide, the Black Angel meets the Blue Angel... "Show me your will to win!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Surrounded by the chaos of two Abstractum crashing together, Vervi tunes out the crackling of lightning and pressure, focusing entirely on the vicious assassin in front of her and the sickle keeping her energy sword at bay. She continues to ignore the readouts on the edges of her vision, focusing purely on the battle.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Every time we fight," Vervi mutters, barely audible over the clash of energies, "You threaten to break things I care about." As she speaks, her voice grows louder, "My possessions, my friends, my partners, my Master..!" The blue shinki shouts now, "This is the end of that!" Leaning into the blade she holds, Vervi reaches down, slamming her armor's free hand into the back of the blade further up to increase her force and leverage, "I'm not letting you do whatever you want anymore! For Master, for Maverick, and for all my friends you've hurt..! You've made me angry plenty of times, but now--" The blue-haired robot girl roars, shoving her all into the effort.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"--NOW YOU GET TO SEE WHAT THAT MEANS!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is, it is! It's like fireworks!!" Silent Black is just as caught up in the excitement as Fuki is. These two really are like each other. But it is just as Fuki thinks; her Abstractum has been around for far longer, and absorbed far more Resonance. When it flares... It flares brutally. Gushing brighter and brigter, until it's a firestorm, the size of a small house, slamming brutally up into Vervi from below, and pushing Fuki further and further up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes, Vervi! You can do this! You know what you care about and you know how to care about it! Break through! We can /do this/, together!" Maverick is coming apart around Vervi, rattling to pieces and being seared off in chunks by the intense storm of this clash. But it's got enough. "SHOW HER, VERVI!!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something cracks.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"F-form integrity dropping?!" Silent Black calls out suddenly. There's a crack along its hilt. "Fuki! /WATCH OUT!/ GhhhhHHHHHRGHK--!" And the handle of the scythe snaps in two. Vervi's downward strike tears Silent Black down from a scythe to a sickle, and though Fuki has a moment of warning, she'll have to deal with the heavy energy blade coming down to strike her head-on. With that sudden, unexpected flaring burst of Strike Driver power, her non-Feral modifier armor enhancements won't hold up...!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever the end of this may be for Fuki, the fulfillment of that clash will be big enough that it explosively tears a gash a foot wide in the arena from the crater here all the way to the edge of the arena, and an explosive dispersal of that storm of light!!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing up, she grins. Fuki's eyes are wide. Murderous intent miiiiiight not be there but the red that surrounds her. "This... is truely a spectacular fight, Vervi." she comments but when Silent Black speaks up... the words integrity dropping quickly bring Fuki back to a reality. "This can't be... this cannot be! Silent Black! Hold on!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hears the crack... the scythe snaps and the ninjabot is facing the worlds biggest energy blade she's ever seen.. "Where did this power come from? WHO gave you that power!" she screams at Vervi but even with the moment of warning... she spins around just a bit and the blade cuts deep... and through Fuki, splitting her in half diagnoally! She screams out and the light surrounding her dies as she falls split in two into the ground, creating one last crater. Her chest is cracked open, showing the triple lights of her CMS...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki pants slowly, eyes looking up at Vervi and Maverick. "I got what I wanted out of this... you have a choice to make, Vervi. You can do it right now, prevent me from ever hurting your master or anything you love... or you can let me go... and I'll be there as your dark shadow... there to foil whatever you do in the future... there to present a constant threat to your Master... to your Abstractum... to anything you ever love or will love.."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She points the now Sickle Silent Black up to Vervi... "The choice is yours... I know what you will make, though..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "AHEM! I would like to inform both competitors that killing is strictly forbidden within the tournament!" Saber spoke up from the announcer's seat, interjecting quickly before going right into her commentary. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nonetheless! After a risky gambit, Fuki finds herself cut short, quite literally, as Vervi's strike rings true! The tiny warrior cleaves through her opponent! Typically this would spell death for any normal human or mortal entity! Thankfully our competitors are anything but normal!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:192|Vervi (192)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every readout in Vervi's field of vision is red, flashing, and beeping.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She ignores it.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one final scream of effort she pushes forward and down with all of her weight and all of her frustration, at last breaking that defense and smashing Fuki downwards. Without even the moment to take in how badly damaged the other shinki is, there's a burst of engines hurling the battered blue angel down in hot pursuit.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mere seconds after Fuki has landed, so badly damaged now that she cannot fight, Maverick's feet slam down less than a foot away. Rising up to her full height within her battered battle armor, Vervi glowers down at her long-time foe through the flashing crimson alerts of her HUD. Steam, or something similar, hisses out of the exoframe's joints and vents. Lit from below by the crimson blade of the sword she wields when wearing Maverick, the light in her eyes is almost absent, as if dead.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With an agonizing sound of damaged machinery, she steps forward heavily, raising the sword overhead and spinning it around to point downward. The armor slumps down and slams the blade down as well with a resonating noise of steel striking stone-- safely several inches from where Fuki impacted the arena floor.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The chest cavity opens up and Vervi disentangles herself from Maverick's control interface, dropping down. Completely armorless, she trots forward and leans over the damaged Fubuki type, panting, worry written all over her face. Once she can tell for sure the black shinki is still online, her eyes close and she lets out a relieved sigh, resting a hand over her own CMS. She then reaches down, holding her hand out, "We'll always be enemies, Fuki. Come on, let's get you to your Master."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And with that, the battle is concluded! The Iron Will, Vervi, has prevailed over the Silent Wind, Fuki! Truly, a fantastic battle has taken place here this day! Let us congratulate both competitors for giving it their all, and allowing us to bear witness to a clash that will not soon be forgotten!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Saber stood, arm outstretched. "I am your illustrious announcer, Red Saber, and it is by my will that I proclaim; this is the end! Let us meet once again on the field of battle, when souls fated to duel come together once more!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nathan, of course, is cheering. It's still a stoic kind of cheering, but it's cheering! Meanwhile the two Abstractum are sure in a shape. The arms both fall off Maverick after that sword is deposited, and most of one of the legs is gone. But the core, atop the head of the suit, is still intact. And the eye there seems to be happy, almost grinning. "That's right! Don't take the easy solution, you know the way this has to be solved! We can stick together and solve this the /right/ way." The heavy suit shudders a bit. "Except, maybe I won't stick together entirely. I'mma need... A minute. Wow, though, /wow/, that was satisfying. Doesn't this feel alright, Vervi?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent Black was extremely tense and defensive for a moment, glaring and growling and gnashing the teeth on its blade edge... But it looks like everything's going to calm down. And it is very much like Fuki, at the end of the day, willing to rescind its transformations and retreat into a lower power mode, to start recovering. It may be snapped in half, but it can regenerate, like Maverick can, with a few days of rest. "Don't... Ohhh, Fuki, don't risk yourself like that..." The blade says, urgently, to Fuki. It very, very clearly can't stand the idea of Fuki trying to force a deadly confrontation like that when she's in such a disadvantageous position right now!!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But, things are winding down. Looks like the fight's over! All the fancy light disperses and they're left with a stadium that has been well and truly wrecked on a scale usually reserved for the human-sized elites.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:211|Fuki (211)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fuki closes her eyes from the sword impact and Maverick's forceful landing, she lets out a loud sigh and nods. "She's incapable of taking a life, especially mine." she states to Silent Black. "She knows what she has now... and for that, I can take a good rest." she gives a bit of a smile, looking up towards Vervi... she shakes her head and clutches tightly to the rest of Silent Black's hilt...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We will always be enemies. I will always try to break things that are yours... you will always try to stop me and..." she chuckles, looking at the blue shinki, "I think you finally got what I have been trying to teach you all along... I think from now on, our fights... our scuffles... our rivalry... will be better. Wouldn't you say so?" she takes the offered hand awkwardly... by holding her arm out to it. "I'm not letting Silent Black go... so you'll have to princess carry me, servant..." a chiding.. a bit mocking... but genuinely... a friendly comment. "Kourin would want to say hello..."<br> <br><br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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* Prizes from Tomoyo's Boutique<br />
** Third place winners can have their pick of accessories in bronze.<br />
** Second place winners can have their pick of accessories in silver.<br />
** First place winners can have their pick of accessories in gold.<br />
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* Prizes from Blue Oni Garage<br />
** Winners are able to customize their own Knight Motorcycle of either the cyborg or organic variant. Features may include combat-ready armor and weaponry. (Upgrade apps may be required; speak to Kotone Yamakawa for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Ariel vs The Black Knightmare]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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This ad consists of a sparkly violet void, with still images of people dressed in amazing outfits drifting into view before fading away to make room for the next one. Some familiar Elites can be spotted among them, including A-ko Magami, Dorian Pavus, and Sanary Rodel. A voiceover begins, provided by Tomoyo herself.<br />
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"You're special, amazing, unique. Even in this vast Multiverse, there is no one quite like you. Someone as splendid as you should be dressed in a manner befitting you. At Tomoyo's Boutique, we endeavour to provide top-quality garments, made to order with you in mind. We use the finest materials from all over the Multiverse, to create something to suit your needs and enhance your features."<br />
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All the pictures fade out now, replaced by images of a bronze armlet, a silver medal and a gold crown. Each one is embossed with the symbol of the WMAT. "Those who stand at the top of the world should wear things to let everyone know who they are~ As such, the top three for each bracket of the World Martial Arts Tournament will receive a customized accessory made by hand. Those in third will have a bronze accessory, those in second will receive silver, and those in first will receive gold!"<br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Rebound<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MinorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]</div>Celeryhttp://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=WMAT_2015&diff=11453WMAT 20152015-10-13T14:53:34Z<p>Celery: </p>
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
|}<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MinorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]</div>Celeryhttp://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=WMAT_2015&diff=11452WMAT 20152015-10-13T14:53:03Z<p>Celery: </p>
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
|}<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
<br />
[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
<br />
[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
<br />
<br />
==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Target Sparktail<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3198/WMAT_Exhibition:_Rebound_vs._Brachio|Rebound vs. Brachio]]<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/10/12<br />
|Location=WMAT Arena - Diablo Desert<br />
|Synopsis=Rebound and Brachio duke it out in a WMAT exhibition CAGE MATCH!<br />
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|Cast of Characters=114, 711, 750, 770<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The roar of the crowd in the packed WMAT stadium has created an electrifying frenzy of energy throughout the tournament grounds. Being as both participants are from worlds that accommodate varying sizes of anthropomorphic races it's quite difficult to find a free seat or even standing room. The haphazard sizes and strengths of various dinosaurs and mutants, creates an uneven and rowdy audience. Quite a few of the fans who can fly are literally hanging from the rafters tonight!<br /><br />Genghis Rex and his Tyranno brethren sit in their personal box, surrounded by thousands of Reptilonians who have come to see their hero, Brachio, in his first match since returning to his people and returning from the grave.<br /><br />Rebound is not without her supporters. Sizable animal mutants push and shove for a glimpse of the MMA star, while Saurians argue with them regarding whose ticket seats them where. In the front row 4 familiar turtles sit next to their master, ready to cheer their friend on, although a surly pair of nearby mutants, one Rhinoceros and one Warthog, seem to keep the quartet of teenagers a tiny bit wary.<br /><br />In the center of the stadium stands a menacing structure of black steel and mesh, seemingly birthed to contain the rage of two powerful combatants. In the middle of this cell stands a simple wrestling ring, scaled way up to accommodate its titanic occupants.<br /><br />The lights dim, and music starts pumping through the loudspeaker.<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPLgtQrq77k<br /><br />The Reptilonians in the audience explode in roars of support, as the massive Brachio trudges forward into the arena. He swells with pride as he is showered in the cheers of his fans. He takes his time walking to the ring. He hasn't felt this in a LONG time and he's gonna enjoy every minute of it!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the crowd of supporters gathered, Rebound sits in the backstage of the arena, letting herself get pumped up for the fight. The roar of the crowd can be heard from anywhere nearby as she lets the sounds fill her. It's been a while since she's been able to hear that kind of noise.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once her opponent has made his entrance and she's able to make her way down, she gets up and heads for the entrance ramp. It'll be nice to see folks she doesn't get a chance to meet up with often enough. The lights dim, and her music hits.<br /><br />https://youtu.be/69yguQ_gZkA<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pyro explodes on the stage and she jumps out from behind the curtain onto the ramp, holding both hands up to the roar of the crowd. She hops her way down to the ring, grabbing the sides of the cage and shaking it a few times to ensure the sturdiness, before she slides into the open door of the cage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking up at her opponent, the size difference is really evident. But she knows where her strengths lie, and she's taken down larger targets before. She slams both fists together, the pulsarium cores in the Impact Drivers kicking on, filling them with green energy.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Up in the commentator box, Target is on his feet and STANDING on the comentator desk! He had been looking forward to this fight for a while and was thrilled to be calling it! "And in amazing style for both of the competitors, music and pyro is going off everywhere! The crowd is going absolutley wild, showing support for either Brachio, who entered first, or Rebound, who came in after him! I can tell you one thing, folks, I wouldn't wanna be anywhere near that cage with either one of them inside. Heck, I don't think I'd want to be inside that cage at all! No rules?! Two fighters are going in, only one is gonna come out!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio tilts his head at Rebound, smirking, then points out an announcer on the side, motioning for a mic. THe mic is comically small compared to the Tyranno titan, but he taps it a few times, creating a loud *thump*thump*thump* over the sound system.<br /><br />He leans his head down and speaks into his fist, "Hey now, little roo. I think it's pretty obvious who d'ees folks are here t'a see!"<br /><br />He spreads his arms wide and the Reptilonians in the crowd send another torrent of cheers in his direction.<br /><br />When the crowd dies down he speaks into his fist again, "We ain't gots t'a do d'is. Why muss up d'at pretty face of yours? Tell ya whut. You curl on up and lie down for me right now, and later tonight we'll go back to my hotel room and I'll lay down for you."<br /><br />Brachio grins widely and and hands the miniscule (to him) mic to Rebound.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking at the offered microphone, Rebound reaches up and takes it into one of her gauntleted hands, looking up at Brachio as he offers something to her in exchange for her giving him an easy win. She looks at the microphone for a moment, and then looks up at the big guy.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're not really my type." She says into the mic, "Plus a guy you size, best I can figure you're compensating for something.." She looks down his torso a bit, and then smirks.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So the answer is no." She tosses the mic down and then drops back, leaning against the ropes across from the ring from him, "Some come on big guy, let me see what you've got. Because I won't go easy on you." She motions for him to come at her from across the ring with her hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some laughter erupts from the commentator booth. Source: Target! "HA! They're trading barbs back and forth and it's totally getting the crowd wound up. Heck! I'm getting wound up! Looks like these two have a bigger score to settle than I thought! Shots fired in both directions, and with Rebound not accepting Brachio's offer, I'm sure this fight is going to get goin' in just a sec!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio's eyes narrow at Rebound's slight. He lifts a massive foot and slams it down on the mic, crushing it into sand. Circling around the ring, shaking off an early temper tantrum, tossing angry glares at Rebound, and muttering to nobody in particular, picking up speed, with each step, until he slams his massive tonnage onto the ropes opposite Rebound so hard that Rebound feels the ropes behind her pull her forwards slightly.<br /><br />As the ropes snap backwards, they propel Brachio forward, head on towards the reclining Rebound, THUMP THUMP THUMP, go his cossasal feet as he bears down on her, attempting a wrestling classic, the clothesline.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The weight of her opponent becomes rapidly evident when he pushes himself against the ropes and winds up pulling her forward. She winds up getting crashed into by him, his arm cracking into her and sending her flying through the air, doing a full loop and landing on her stomach from the impact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's quick to get back to her feet but the impact has stunned her. She steps back again and then jumps up, landing on the ropes with both feet and pushing off of them with her powerful legs. She lowers her shoulder, trying to crash shoulder first into the large Tyranno, intent on using his own weight against him to bring him down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; DING! "The bell rings, the fight begins, and Brachio comes out swinging, literally! After building some momentum from moving around the ring, the saurian surges toward Rebound before turning her inside out nearly from the impact! Rebound's able to get up after it at least. After launching herself off the ropes she tries to shoulder check the big guy! I'm not really sure how well that worked though!" There will be no eating on duty during this fight! Too much hype!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio catches Rebound's attack in his sturdy chest and while he staggers backwards a little, his formidable size and strength absorb the majority of the impact. Rebound finds his thick scaly arms suddenly wrapped around her as he cradles her and swings her in a half circle.<br /><br />"Shoulda taken me up on my offer, roo ..."<br /><br />Brachio's legs kick out from under him and he drops straight down, intending to squash Rebound under himself with a "SIDEWALK SLAM"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another powerful slam after grabbing hold of her, Rebound feels the air driven out of her by the big Tyranno when she hits the mat. She manages to get her way out of the large dino's arms after hitting the mat, and she rolls out of the ring to the side of it. She pulls herself back to her feet using the cage, and then turns around to face her opponent.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is a no holds barred match, and she's going to take advantage of that fact. She slides down out of view for a moment, and then emerges from under the ring with a sledgehammer in her hands. It's not a normal sledgehammer, but one of the big pnumatic ones from Corona Arclite's world.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slides back into the ring and gives it a wide swing, bringing it around to try to slam the large weapon into the even larger dinosaur, intent on taking him out with the weapon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Looks like I was right! Brachio seems to shrug off Rebound's attack and wraps her up to deliver her right down to the matt! The roo scrambles away, probably trying to get some space between the two of them before she pulls out a - .. A sledge hammer?!" The kobold looks entirely confused, giving a skeptical look to the ring, then the rest of the arena. "Wait a sec, that's from brimsteel! The heck's goin on here?! C'rona are you hidin' under the ring or somethin?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Meanwhile in the commentator's box there is a bit of a kerfluffle, almost as soon as her name has been mentioned Corona practically crashes into the room. Literally, considering she ends up upside down against the console, wheels spinning and steam leaking from the rollerskate-like things she's wearing. "Sorry I'm late! Had a bit of a mishap with... well ya see for yourself."<br /><br />With that she climbs up into a chair proper, only to blink a couple of times at the area. "Oh, -that's- where that steam-hammer went. I was wonderin' iffen I misplaced it again...."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio slowly rises to his feet, smugly brushing himself off and not really paying attention to Rebound. He probably should have as he suddenly realizes a pneumatic sledge hammer is bearing down on him.<br /><br />His eyes go wide with shock, as Rebound buries the sledge into his gut,, driving the air out of his lungs, causing him to double over and fall to his knees.<br /><br />As Rebound attempts to pull the sledge from Brachio's gut, she finds that he has wrapped one of his massive mitts around the sledgehammer.<br /><br />Furthermore, here comes Brachio's armored tail, attempting to blindside his opponent with a crushing sweep.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tail comes around and hits her from behind, knocking her down and sending her against the ropes. She grabs the ropes, pulling herself over them, she allows them to reach full draw, and then is launched forward suddenly, turning over in midair and bringing both feet towards Brachio.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those powerful kangaroo legs are coiled and ready to strike as she comes in, intent on hitting him dead center mass and then kicking forward with both legs, full force and point blank. She's going to push herself off of him and launch herself to the top of the cage, but she's intent on knocking him down in the process.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A laugh, then the kobold just pats Corona on the shoulder, wherever it is. "Well well, C'rona! Better late'n never! Welcome to the show! As you kin see, Rebound down there just brought out an equalizer and applied it to Brachio's gut! Looks like hit'em good, though now the saur is bringing his tail'round while he's got a hold on the sledge! This can't be good for Rebound. Looks like Rebound has an idea, though! Once she backs away from the saur, she actually uses the ropes to shoot herself, feet first, at Brachio!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona gets herself upright and properly situated again. "Boy howdy, that's one big ornery fella Rebound is fightin' down there. But I've seen her punch some purdy big and ornery thin's already, so I hope he ain't expectin' this to be an easy fight... What'dya say his name was? Brachio? Sounds like somethin' outta a science fiction show or somethin'..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio takes the kick deadcenter to the chest and topples over backwards, slamming hard backwards on the mat. He continues to gasp for air a bit from the sledgehammer strike, but watches Rebound rise in the air above him.<br /><br />In a single moment of unimaginable physical prowess, the 2 ton dinosaur pulls his legs back and NIPS UP, back to his feet, then bounds upwards, in pursuit of Rebound, soaring past her and sinking his hulking hands into the ceiling of the cage above him, crunching steel and mesh in his powerful grip.<br /><br />He hangs from the cage roof for several seconds, looking tremendously pleased with himself<br /><br />"I'mma tear this cage down and wrap you in it ..." Brachio starts, when the roof panel he's holding onto suddenly gives way under his titanic weight, and he falls out of control to the mat. The roof panel of the cage topples on top of him. OWCH!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her opponent rising up next to her, she grabs a hold of the top of the cage. Brachio does too, and she looks straight at him. Then the whole pannel he's on collapses and sends him flying down into the ring.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rebound swings from the top of the cage like an Americna Gladiator until she can swing up and through the now open roof section. Standing on top of the cage, she takes a moment to look out at everyone in the crowd, before pointing down at Brachio.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kangaroo suddenly dives off of the top of the cage, dropping down the full distance to try to plant both of her feet into the cage on top of the Tyranno and send him through the mat itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Off mic, the kobold just laughs, "Sure is!", then back to the match, "Well that could be a problem! Looks like the big fella is tearing down the cage! Kinda ended up on his keister after tryin' to look like some kinda rodeo star hanging up there like a dope! Oops?! HA! This is Rebound's chance and she's takin' it! The crowd is goin' CRAZY! Rebound's actually jumping down on him from the TOP of the cage!" Coronoa may need to be warry of the kobold as he's up on the -desk- again when Rebound jumps from the top of the cell.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"That ain't what they mean by bringin' down the house! I mean, ya ain't suppose to bring it down on yerself." She's probably use to it to a degree, as Corona ducks an excited Kobold arm waving about without missing a beat. "Rebound uses the openin'.. and the openin' of her foe being clunked back on the ground... but not before playin' up the crowd beforehand, and they're just eatin' it up."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The cage panel is slammed into Brachio and the fallen Tyranno lets out a pain filled groan. While the opening was indeed well placed, Rebound doesn't quite have the mass to drive Brachio through the floor of the ring.<br /><br />Perched atop the fallen cage panel, Rebound suddenly finds Brahcio's eyes locked with hers. He rises quickly, lifting the cage and Rebound and goes into a deadly charge, intent on crushing Rebound between the dislodged piece of roof and the side of the cage.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh he does more than just knock her against the cage with the broken peice of cage. She gets blasted straight through the cage wall and out into the scrambling crowd. With a loud crashing sound the wreckage of the cage lands on what had been a bunch of seats.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rebound very slowly pulls herself out from under the twisted mass of metal, groaning and bleeding from her forehead and several other spots. She takes a moment to wipe her face off, and then the lights on the impact drivers kick on fully. "Finally."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hops through the broken out section of the cage, twisting in midair to punch Brachio in the face with one of those Impact Drivers. She'll follow up by landing and throwing out several body blows, and then end with an uppercut, the Impact Drivers powering each punch with a massive amount of kinetic energy behind each blow.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Down she comes! With the cage smashed into Brachio's chest I'm surprised he's still gettin' up! Guy's made a sterner stuff than a deathscale! Sheish! Maybe that wasn't such a good idea cause now Rebound's gettin' sammiched between the torn down cage bits and the regular part of the cage! Heck, she's out in the crowd now! Looks like the roo had a plan, though. The gauntlets are lit! Time to proceed with the poundin! Oy, C'rona, you may be able to explain those gauntlets more'n me." Target motions at the mic. "You built'em!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona visibly cringes when Brachio slams Rebound between the cage sections, ears laying back against her head. "Looks like the snack cart on this pain train's servin' roo sammichs. Silly Brach'o, roos ain't made of vegemite." There's probably a lot of booing at her terrible australian joke. "I wonder if she'll... oh, I think she's gonna... YEEEAAAAH!" It's Corona's turn to be jumping up and thrusting a fist in the air when Rebound uses the Impact Drivers. "Rebound returns the favor with a KINETIC KNUCKLE SAMMICH of her own! And another! That's a smorgeshboard of whoopin' goin' on down there.. Whu? Oh, right! The Impact Drivers absorb kinetic energy as the wearer fights, an' when fully charged release it so BOOM." She slams her fist back on the controls for emphasis. "It's like punchin' someone. With explosions!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Beebop and Rocksteady leap out of the way as the side of the cage comes crashing down on their section. When Rebound is gone, they reconnoiter, eyeing the carnage of bodies that weren't so lucky.<br /><br />"Gee, Rockysteady, we didn't get mashed for once." says Bebop.<br /><br />"Oh no!" yells Rocksteady, "Our beers spilled!"<br /><br />Bebop howls in anguish.<br /><br />As Rebound hurls toward Brachio, he swings a mighty fist, but she's far too fast, dodging the attack and one of her own. He swings back, missing again, she catches him two more time. He staggers backwards, swatting desperately at her, until her final uppercut catches him straight on the jaw.<br /><br />Brachio's legs wobble and he, momentarily is out of his feet, slumps to his knees, eyes losing focus and head snaking around lazily.<br /><br />Brachio shakes his head and refocuses on Rebound. A snarl rubles from him as he suddenly slams both claws through the floor of the mat, and grip the wood floorboards beneath Rebound. He wrenches up, determined to rip the floor out from under the Roo and slam her backwards into what's left of the cage behind her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The world around her suddenly shifts as her feet are pulled out from under her, along with most of the ring being destroyed in the process as the massive Tyranno unleashes his move on her. She gets hauled through the air and crashes into the cage outside again, the door of it this time as she slams through it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite being outside of the cage for the third time this match, she quickly dives back in. It's clear she's hurting, bleeding from several places and looking like she needs a vacation, but she's not out of the fight yet.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Impact Drivers are brought to bear again, this time instead of a series of low powered punches, she's going to go for one big one. She leaps through the air, angling her body to unleash what's best described as a massive flying haymaker towards Brachio's dome. It's intent is simple, either knock him out with this punch or she might not make it out of here on her feet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona fist pounds the console a few more times in excitement. "And Brachio is down on his knees! He's lookin' a bit woozled, he might be.. oh no, he ain't goin' down, he's rippin' the floor up fer another weapon! Tarnation, there ain't gonna be nuttin' LEFT of this arena afterwards.... And despite havin' the stuffin' beat outta her a few times over Rebound is -right back in the ring- with the Drivers and one helluva punch flyin' fer Brach's noggin! Ah swear, that girl's meaner than a cactus cat when riled up 'nuff."<br /><br />She pauses, the covers the mic with one hand as she leans over to Target. "Ya think folks'll even know what a cactus cat is? Mebbe I shoulda redone that reference."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh Jeez! He's tearing the ring apart! You gotta have a ring for the match, idjit! *SIIIIGH* Honestly I'm really glad ta not be in that cage with'em, ripped apart as it is now. For all the destruction he's doin, looks like Rebound's gonna put them bracers ta use by puttin their juice into one nasty punch!" Off mic toward Corona, Target shrugs, "I mentioned deathscales earlier, they didn't seem to mind it much.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona raises a brow at that, then looks back down at the mangled arena. Wrinkles her nose a little. "He's too big, too chunky and ain't ugly 'nuff to be a deathscale."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Already stunned from the last blow, Brachio takes all of Rebound's punch and his serpentine head snaps backwards painfully while he body pitches forward. He catches himself with a claw planted firmly on the mat, barely missing the hole he'd made himself.<br /><br />The battered Tyranno pushes himself up with tremendous effort, his head bruised, and his right eye swelling up.<br /><br />He glares at Rebound and swings his right hand *whiff*, then his left *whiff*, then pitches over and falls into the hole he tore in the floor of the ring.(Arn Anderson swing/fall)<br /><br />There is a great silence for a long time, before Brachio's confused head pokes up from the abyss below and glances around in confusion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Brachio's swings coming in, Rebound backs off, until she can see he's starting to swing wildly and miss. Soon enough he goes down into the pit that he himself made by tearing the ring up, and she stares down at him. She then suddenly jumps down into the ring, landing on top of his chest, "Count it, ref!" It appears that she's trying to pin him for the three count.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Confused, swollen and very likely concussed, Brachio doesn't even know where he is right now, and suddenly Casey Jones is there in a referee's shirt and counts 1 ... 2 ... 3 on the destroyed mat.<br /><br />Genghis Rex shakes his head in the audience, "Why does he do this? He ALWAYS loses!"<br /><br />Ankylo pats Rex, "It's not about winning or losing Bossasaur. Brachio just wants to put on a good show for the crowd!"<br /><br />Rex sighs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"And despite him bein' least three times her size Rebound goes for the pin.. There's the count... and he's too dazed to get back up! Rebound wins!.. But listen to that crowd roarin', that's goin' out to both compet'tors fer one helluva show." Corona thrusts her hands overhead as she jumps up... except she's still got the rollerskate contraptions on, and ends up wiping out backwards with a yelp. "Crackin' all, fergot I was still wearin' those..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the moment that Casey's hand comes down for three, the kobold is on the desk, nearly dancing as he cheers! "Rebound wins! WOOOOOO! That was one HELUVA show folks and Rebound has come out on top! Good on her! I swear if I could make her an honorary ranger I'd do it! Good show!" Then over to Corona. "yer startin' to make me look good, C'rona. Can't be havin' that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the match finally over, Rebound picks herself up out of the pit and raises her hands up above her head to show off to the crowd. The whole place is destroyed, but she's the victor. Of course the whole thing is for a great cause, any collected money going to help fund the reconstruction on Reptilon. Though she will get herself a nice championship belt to show off, just the same.<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko has had a long history of going up against opponents in the WMAT that are, for lack of a better term, disagreeable. Stecasse King and the Confederate Caster in past years, and Hisoka and T-elos this year as well. All of them have provided challenging fights, but few of them have provided any sense of respect or sportsmanship whatsoever, so on that level it's been dissatisfying for the demigod in the past.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This year, however, has been different. First a match with Noble Six, a fellow soldier; and now a match with another staunch ally, Maya. Amidst beautiful scenery, no less. So, for once as the swordswoman waits for her opponent, standing on the shore of a lake with the camera crews circling high over head, she's calm. Almost placid. Even if she loses, it will be against someone she knows is a respectful fighter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya has had a very lucky time of it with the WMAT this year normally Maya just didn't make it past the first or second round, and now here sh was in the top five now no matter what and she was facing a long time ally. She's also got a feel for Lute's new apex of power which has proven to be formidable and to make her more wary of him in the future in general. She looks about the terrain for a moment smiling it reminded her a little bit of Shell two and she smiles. <br /><br /> "So are you rewdy for this, Setsuko?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Septette, broadcasting from the commentator's booth, chimes in a cheery synthetic alto: "Welcome, one and all, to the WMAT Semifinals match between Maya and Setsuko Kami... Kaminagi? I'm saying that right, aren't I? A-hem-nyway. Both of these contestants have been in the tournaments before, and both have done quite well this year to make it so far! But unfortunately, only one can emerge victorious. Ready, combatants?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am," Setsuko replies to both Maya and Septette, turning her head slightly. A faint smile tugs at the corner of her mouth for the moment, but with a breath, she lets it fade away, putting all her focus into the fight, into the moment. Though even like this, compared to her previous matches, there is less iron in her gaze, more calm. This is a fight she can earnestly let herself enjoy. "So long as you don't go easy on me because we're allies, of course. If I win, I want to be certain I earned it."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The demigod turns, reaching as she does to the blade at her side and drawing it out in a smooth and steady motion. She comes around into a ready stance, watching Maya for a moment... and then suddenly whips the blade around, launching a blue-white arc of divine energy towards the Junker that's just as sharp as her blade itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya seems ready as she moves to throw her cloak off so she can better see for the fight she'll turn about ot look over the demi god and grins faintly. <br /><br /> "I won't insult anyone here by holding back and insulting their abilities as a fighter." <br /><br /> She moves in but finds that Setuko is already moving in with the blade. Maya's got a real problem against those people who use swords as she's sliced into pretty hard. Setsuko would in turn get Maya pulling a card and unleashing a burst of high pressure water at her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As her eyes literally glow with interest, Septette leans out of the booth, propping her arms up on the reinforced sill to get a slightly better look at the fighters. She just stares at the conflict for a moment: this sates her appetites for both novel information and combat, and it's engrossing to watch two fighters as skilled as these. Then she finally snaps out of it and reaches for the mic. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oooh! First blood goes to Setsuko- I don't think Maya was expecting a ranged attack as an opener! But she's recovered quickly, and- oh, a water attack! Water can cut gemstones, but I wouldn't be surprised if our swordswoman could claim the same."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so the battle starts, and no more words are needed. Setsuko is prepared to follow up her attack with a forward charge, but Maya unleashes a blast of water she can't quite dodge in time, so the swordswoman is forced to come to a stop. She responds by bringing Zanjintou down, a quick slash with the blade into the water blast itself - splitting it down the middle. Most of the force of it still batters the swordswoman, staggering her back a step or two and leaving noticeable bruising along her arms, but she avoids taking it head-on, which is the best she could hope for under the circumstances.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her response is to leap high up into the air, far higher than an ordinary person, aiming to make a leap that will land her near Maya... but while she's in the air, before coming down, the demigod makes a few quick swipes with her blade, unleashing more of those blue-white energy slashes towards Maya from above.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is having uite the time of it here as she fights Setsukoi and is starting to get on the move for the moment. It's not enough as the combo of upclose attacks come in at her and she's got a foe coming from above. Maya's cut up by the attacks but she's not down, her rifle swings into a clear firing line and Maya opens up aon Setuko before she startst springing trying to get some distance from her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grinning gleefully, Septette rattles off a running account: "Oooh! Setsuko gets some air with a leaping sword-projection attack... but that may have been a mistake! Maya shoots her mid-trajectory with a rifle! It looks like Ms. Kamanagi is closing in with that jump, though... Close-quarters combat looks unfavorable for Maya, here!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Up in the air as she is, Setsuko has almost no defense against the shot from Maya, and it happnes too fast for even the demigod to parry. The shot goes right through her thigh, and when Setsuko lands, there's a hiss of pain and she stops for a split second, only to force herself to continue in a sudden lunge. She's fast, superhumanly so, and seems intent on closing range with Maya, running flat-out at speeds that could keep up on a highway despite the injury to her leg.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And no sooner does she get in range than the swordswoman unleashes another quick, one-handed slash; this time, rather than a wave of energy, however, the Junker is going to have an actual sword to dodge, the katana blade moving fast enough to blur.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya gets some good shots in but Setsuko is quick to counter attack and she's stuck dealing with someone in close up combat at this point. She thinks she's going to have to use another method to fight Setsuko. She's attemping to dance back but the blade connects catching her body and cutting though the hevy leather she wears slicing into her. Oddly it's the same place Doskias got her so long ago. <br /><br /> She's not without counter attack opens the rifle roars to life again firing a point blank beam blast, then a pair bright blue energy wings sprout from Maya's back and she moves to take flight, trying to put some distance between them for the moment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Amazing agility on display by Setsuko, and she lands a nasty slash on the witch! But Maya strikes back with an energy beam from her rifle, and- some kind of flight enchantment?" Septette sounds momentarily surprised, but quickly recovers her tone. "Well, that's one way to get out of reach! How will Setsuko counter this tactic?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Point-blank energy shots are rather effective when they come as a surprise; Setsuko only just manages to shield her face, the rest of it scorching her body rather visibly. "Gh-!" It's a good, solid hit, and it buys Maya the time she needs to take flight and back out of range, leaving the demigod behind on the ground. For the moment, Maya has breathing room.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But only for that moment. First, Setsuko draws the Zanjintou up, holding it at shoulder level and back as if preparing to stab it in Maya's direction despite how far away the Junker is. But blue energy begins to flow into and around the blade, and with her left hand, Setsuko reaches up and runs her index and middle fingers along the blade from guard to tip to guard again, setting all that energy spinning, compressing it down, making it a tight and compact blue-white projectile. Her muscles tense, and-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"DENKOUSEKKA!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-then the swordswoman thrusts her blade, and fires off that bright projectile. It hurtles towards Maya incredibly fast, and carries with it both piercing properties and a high impact force.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is trying to keep to the air now, she know it might lessen the fact she could take more swordage from Setsuko which she fearly wants to less the chance of. Howeer she's got other attack the blast is coming to her and well she's in the air maybe this wasn't the best idea she had but it's to late now she's caguth and she drops into a downward spiral as she's going to crash and it looks like it's gong to hurt she pulls out near the ground but she's forced to keep from impacing and it leave her exposed for a moment. Maya's got anotehr fate card and hand and pillars of fire start to explode all around Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oooh! Now the tables have turned- Setsuko uses almost exactly the same tactic against her opponent that Maya used against her leaping moments earlier. But Maya responds with her card-based fire magic! The lady of war has proven quite adaptable thus far, but how will she respond to an attack like this?" Septette leans away from the mic to get a better look, momentarily forgetting her role.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko darts and dashes, trying to predict where the fire pillars will be, but there's not much she can do; she comes out the other side of the attack further burned and grimacing, although if Maya or Septette look close, either can see that the wound in her leg has already stopped bleeding. Her regeneration is quick to staunch blood loss, it seems. And if Maya thought she would be safe in the air, she's made quite a mistake.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as the silver haired swordswoman is free of the fiery attack, she leaps into the air - and never comes down. Taking flight herself, Setsuko soars around in a wide, banking turn, coming at Maya from one side with a two-handed slash from Zanjintou. "Haaa!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is getting the hit and run nature of this fight and it's pretty intense it would be quite the thing to watch the replays off later. However she's more woreried about stopping it. Maya might notice that Setsuko isn't bleeding. While Maya can stop such thing she need to focus up and use her powes directly in an active manner to heal. FOr now she's looks up he attemps to bank out of harms way but it's not enough she's caguth again and he's bleeding clearly herself however afterward. She flies back readies her rifle and the housing parts revealing of all things? Missiles which launch seeking out Setuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It seems the little robot is having trouble staying in her seat, but she regains her composure enough to pull the microphone on the desk closer, at least. "Both of these combatants are showing their hands now: the gloves are off, and we're seeing what they can really do! Setsuko shrugs off the flames and takes to the air, showing that she can fly as well! She's keeping up the pressure and staying in close- but Maya manages to launch missiles from her versatile rifle, scoring a hit! They're both bloodied now, but it's hard to say who will give out first..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh crap missiles.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko soars upwards in the air, then rolls and banks over, trying to shake the missiles before they can reach her. It meets with only limited success, one of the missiles managing to get close enough that its explosion catches her in the back, causing the swordswoman to drop a good twenty feet or so before she flips around and catches herself. It could have been a lot worse, but even with her slow-and-steady regeneration, she's starting to feel the injuries pile up. But if Maya can pull out the firepower, so can Setsuko, and being airborne carries a distinct advantage in that it gives her unrestricted room for Zanjintou's true form.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The demigod whips her blade around herself, bringing it down to her side and holding it straight backwards. The grip suddenly extends to double its length and the crossguard splits apart, expanding out as if for a much wider blade. And that's exactly what it gets. A flicker of blue light shoots outwards along the length of the katana, forming a much broader, flatter blade that extends much further out. Twelve feet, in fact, a blade twice as long as Setsuko is tall and at least as wide across as her own shoulders. Thoroughly ridiculous, but up here in the air she can use it freely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's exactly what Setsuko does. She drops low, swooping down and then coming up at Maya from below, sweeping the massive weapon around for a huge rising slash.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>IT's looking to be a short but brutal battle two rather towering ladies but Setuko seems to be pulling out ahead. Maya isn't planning to lose but does not mind if she does. She knows she's about at her limit but she does have a little thing for Setsuki as she spirals away ow attemps to but that just leads her to get caught in the lahs and Maya's jacket has had it at this point. It falls off cut to ribbons unable to take the weigh of the shoulder guards, she fades back comming in for a landing and looks up to Setsuko as she channels power blue flames seem to be trying to consume her body and she opens a portal of silvery energy Maya seems to fade out as hulking man whose more a giant exists carring two massive swords and launches into an attack at Setsuko. He does not strike her direcly becauses a massive shockwave of energy before he turns to exist back through the portal.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The super-attacks are coming out," Septette says with palpable excitement! "Setsuko creates a huge sword out of- what is it? Aura? -around her katana, and lands a solid hit with it! Maya responds in kind, using some kind of summon- but Setsuko is still standing! The witch looks like she might be on her last legs, but I'm not willing to call this one just yet..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko has never seen most of Maya's stronger attacks, but it's one particular case where she doesn't need to. The blue flames spark something, the swordswoman's fighting instinct screaming that this is going to be big. It's only that instinct that allows her to bring up her weapon in time, swinging the blade around and holding it in front of herself, using the massive breadth of the divine steel and turning herself sideways to hide behind it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even that doesn't save her entirely; when the demigod lowers the Zanjintou again, shifting it to one side, her arms are both smoking, her wounds only worsened by the blast from the Junker. Her shoulders are visibly rising and falling from the mounting damage and the exertion alike. But she's still in the air, and the massive weapon in her hands still seems to give her no difficulty in swinging it around.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she certainly is swinging it around, from the look of things. The silver-haired warrior lifts the weapon over her shoulder, and with a flickering ribbon of blue light the blade transforms again - shortening slightly, but widening at the end, and curving itself backwards in an almost winglike shape. "Zanjintou...!" She brings it around herself, a diagonal sweeping cut that turns itself into a spin. "DAI!" Faster and faster it goes, becoming almost a whirlwind or a sawblade with the way she spins herself. "SHAAA!" And then finally she whips it around one last time and releases, transferring all that momentum into a spin. "RIIIIIIIN!!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's like watching an 8-foot boomerang arc through the air, taking a wide turn and coming at Maya from the side. At the same time, Setsuko flies forward at full speed, rushing in to close the gap while her swordarang provides a distraction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya has been fighting hard but she's sagging maybe she's sitll worn down from Sicon or more liklely Setsuko's just brought her A game which is better than maya's current lumits she's not about to lay down an die but she's clearly near the end of her rope here. She does attempt to get back into the gam bue the massive blade catches her sliuces into her and it's more painful this time given the loss of a about a third of her armour given the jacket's loss and now well she's about down. <br /><br /> "Impressive." <br /><br /> Is the only thing Maya has to say before she starts to channel magic again and this time the very earth near her as she comes in to land, rips free and goes flying at Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Down Maya goes before Setsuko can reach her, leaving the demigod a chance only to grab her weapon out of the air, letting it return to its katana form at last with a snap and a rush of air as the massive blade disappears. She's already turned to hurl herself downward at top speed when Maya unleashes a chunk of earth at her; the swordswoman whips Zanjintou up, unleashing an arc of energy to split the flying earth as it comes at her - but while that spares her from taking a direct hit, the pieces don't spread far enough apart in time, with the result that they slam into her arms.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And dislocate both of them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ghk!" THAT one hurts. And it leaves Setsuko unable to swing her weapon. But she can't afford even a brief delay against Maya. This is an opponent who, if she has even a moment of spare time, can bring out some hefty firepower. So the demigod resolves herself to just deal with dislocated shoulders for the moment, and keeps on going, straight down towards the Junker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's still got two working legs, after all. And plenty of momentum to put behind a single, descending kick from above.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is on the ground and breathing raggled now, her strike worked but it's not enough to stop Setsuko. She knows she can't delay against Setsuko it would mean well? Things would go badly for her and she takes the hit fromt he kick right in the chops. She snaps back reeling from the strike but she's standing barely after, her vision's ab it blurry though as Maya moves forward moving to attempt a depserate attack now with the butt of her rifle and attemps to use it as a melee weapon against Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SMACK. The rifle takes Setsuko right across the face, causing her to stagger back several steps. She's taken more than enough hurt over the course of the fight that even her healing factor can no longer keep up, but at the very least it can prioritize keeping her conscious for a little longer. Even with her arms dislocated, she's still got a grip on Zanjintou, but at this point it's pretty much useless. There's really only one option the demigod has left now that she's on the ground and in close with Maya.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No arms? Feet on the ground? Time for a headbutt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is one to fight to the end but well even she has her limit as the Demigod headbutts Maya Maya just had too much she lets out a groan and collapses int a heap at Setsuko's feat, she's breathing but she's not getting up after the univeral Krogan Greeting, nope she's down and somewhere likely the other fates are very amused at this fight...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only once Maya seems to be down for the count does Setsuko stop to fix her shoulders, using the ground for her right shoulder, and her right hand for her left shoulder.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Both of them come with some rather loud growls of pain.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For several seconds afterward, she just crouches there, breathing heavily and letting her body's regeneration work on the pain, but finally she stands up and sheathes her sword. And then crouches down to carefully pick Maya up, so she can take the Junker to the med techs on site.<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko has had a long history of going up against opponents in the WMAT that are, for lack of a better term, disagreeable. Stecasse King and the Confederate Caster in past years, and Hisoka and T-elos this year as well. All of them have provided challenging fights, but few of them have provided any sense of respect or sportsmanship whatsoever, so on that level it's been dissatisfying for the demigod in the past.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This year, however, has been different. First a match with Noble Six, a fellow soldier; and now a match with another staunch ally, Maya. Amidst beautiful scenery, no less. So, for once as the swordswoman waits for her opponent, standing on the shore of a lake with the camera crews circling high over head, she's calm. Almost placid. Even if she loses, it will be against someone she knows is a respectful fighter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya has had a very lucky time of it with the WMAT this year normally Maya just didn't make it past the first or second round, and now here sh was in the top five now no matter what and she was facing a long time ally. She's also got a feel for Lute's new apex of power which has proven to be formidable and to make her more wary of him in the future in general. She looks about the terrain for a moment smiling it reminded her a little bit of Shell two and she smiles. <br /><br /> "So are you rewdy for this, Setsuko?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Septette, broadcasting from the commentator's booth, chimes in a cheery synthetic alto: "Welcome, one and all, to the WMAT Semifinals match between Maya and Setsuko Kami... Kaminagi? I'm saying that right, aren't I? A-hem-nyway. Both of these contestants have been in the tournaments before, and both have done quite well this year to make it so far! But unfortunately, only one can emerge victorious. Ready, combatants?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am," Setsuko replies to both Maya and Septette, turning her head slightly. A faint smile tugs at the corner of her mouth for the moment, but with a breath, she lets it fade away, putting all her focus into the fight, into the moment. Though even like this, compared to her previous matches, there is less iron in her gaze, more calm. This is a fight she can earnestly let herself enjoy. "So long as you don't go easy on me because we're allies, of course. If I win, I want to be certain I earned it."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The demigod turns, reaching as she does to the blade at her side and drawing it out in a smooth and steady motion. She comes around into a ready stance, watching Maya for a moment... and then suddenly whips the blade around, launching a blue-white arc of divine energy towards the Junker that's just as sharp as her blade itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya seems ready as she moves to throw her cloak off so she can better see for the fight she'll turn about ot look over the demi god and grins faintly. <br /><br /> "I won't insult anyone here by holding back and insulting their abilities as a fighter." <br /><br /> She moves in but finds that Setuko is already moving in with the blade. Maya's got a real problem against those people who use swords as she's sliced into pretty hard. Setsuko would in turn get Maya pulling a card and unleashing a burst of high pressure water at her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As her eyes literally glow with interest, Septette leans out of the booth, propping her arms up on the reinforced sill to get a slightly better look at the fighters. She just stares at the conflict for a moment: this sates her appetites for both novel information and combat, and it's engrossing to watch two fighters as skilled as these. Then she finally snaps out of it and reaches for the mic. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oooh! First blood goes to Setsuko- I don't think Maya was expecting a ranged attack as an opener! But she's recovered quickly, and- oh, a water attack! Water can cut gemstones, but I wouldn't be surprised if our swordswoman could claim the same."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so the battle starts, and no more words are needed. Setsuko is prepared to follow up her attack with a forward charge, but Maya unleashes a blast of water she can't quite dodge in time, so the swordswoman is forced to come to a stop. She responds by bringing Zanjintou down, a quick slash with the blade into the water blast itself - splitting it down the middle. Most of the force of it still batters the swordswoman, staggering her back a step or two and leaving noticeable bruising along her arms, but she avoids taking it head-on, which is the best she could hope for under the circumstances.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her response is to leap high up into the air, far higher than an ordinary person, aiming to make a leap that will land her near Maya... but while she's in the air, before coming down, the demigod makes a few quick swipes with her blade, unleashing more of those blue-white energy slashes towards Maya from above.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is having uite the time of it here as she fights Setsukoi and is starting to get on the move for the moment. It's not enough as the combo of upclose attacks come in at her and she's got a foe coming from above. Maya's cut up by the attacks but she's not down, her rifle swings into a clear firing line and Maya opens up aon Setuko before she startst springing trying to get some distance from her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grinning gleefully, Septette rattles off a running account: "Oooh! Setsuko gets some air with a leaping sword-projection attack... but that may have been a mistake! Maya shoots her mid-trajectory with a rifle! It looks like Ms. Kamanagi is closing in with that jump, though... Close-quarters combat looks unfavorable for Maya, here!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Up in the air as she is, Setsuko has almost no defense against the shot from Maya, and it happnes too fast for even the demigod to parry. The shot goes right through her thigh, and when Setsuko lands, there's a hiss of pain and she stops for a split second, only to force herself to continue in a sudden lunge. She's fast, superhumanly so, and seems intent on closing range with Maya, running flat-out at speeds that could keep up on a highway despite the injury to her leg.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And no sooner does she get in range than the swordswoman unleashes another quick, one-handed slash; this time, rather than a wave of energy, however, the Junker is going to have an actual sword to dodge, the katana blade moving fast enough to blur.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya gets some good shots in but Setsuko is quick to counter attack and she's stuck dealing with someone in close up combat at this point. She thinks she's going to have to use another method to fight Setsuko. She's attemping to dance back but the blade connects catching her body and cutting though the hevy leather she wears slicing into her. Oddly it's the same place Doskias got her so long ago. <br /><br /> She's not without counter attack opens the rifle roars to life again firing a point blank beam blast, then a pair bright blue energy wings sprout from Maya's back and she moves to take flight, trying to put some distance between them for the moment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Amazing agility on display by Setsuko, and she lands a nasty slash on the witch! But Maya strikes back with an energy beam from her rifle, and- some kind of flight enchantment?" Septette sounds momentarily surprised, but quickly recovers her tone. "Well, that's one way to get out of reach! How will Setsuko counter this tactic?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Point-blank energy shots are rather effective when they come as a surprise; Setsuko only just manages to shield her face, the rest of it scorching her body rather visibly. "Gh-!" It's a good, solid hit, and it buys Maya the time she needs to take flight and back out of range, leaving the demigod behind on the ground. For the moment, Maya has breathing room.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But only for that moment. First, Setsuko draws the Zanjintou up, holding it at shoulder level and back as if preparing to stab it in Maya's direction despite how far away the Junker is. But blue energy begins to flow into and around the blade, and with her left hand, Setsuko reaches up and runs her index and middle fingers along the blade from guard to tip to guard again, setting all that energy spinning, compressing it down, making it a tight and compact blue-white projectile. Her muscles tense, and-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"DENKOUSEKKA!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-then the swordswoman thrusts her blade, and fires off that bright projectile. It hurtles towards Maya incredibly fast, and carries with it both piercing properties and a high impact force.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is trying to keep to the air now, she know it might lessen the fact she could take more swordage from Setsuko which she fearly wants to less the chance of. Howeer she's got other attack the blast is coming to her and well she's in the air maybe this wasn't the best idea she had but it's to late now she's caguth and she drops into a downward spiral as she's going to crash and it looks like it's gong to hurt she pulls out near the ground but she's forced to keep from impacing and it leave her exposed for a moment. Maya's got anotehr fate card and hand and pillars of fire start to explode all around Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oooh! Now the tables have turned- Setsuko uses almost exactly the same tactic against her opponent that Maya used against her leaping moments earlier. But Maya responds with her card-based fire magic! The lady of war has proven quite adaptable thus far, but how will she respond to an attack like this?" Septette leans away from the mic to get a better look, momentarily forgetting her role.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko darts and dashes, trying to predict where the fire pillars will be, but there's not much she can do; she comes out the other side of the attack further burned and grimacing, although if Maya or Septette look close, either can see that the wound in her leg has already stopped bleeding. Her regeneration is quick to staunch blood loss, it seems. And if Maya thought she would be safe in the air, she's made quite a mistake.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as the silver haired swordswoman is free of the fiery attack, she leaps into the air - and never comes down. Taking flight herself, Setsuko soars around in a wide, banking turn, coming at Maya from one side with a two-handed slash from Zanjintou. "Haaa!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is getting the hit and run nature of this fight and it's pretty intense it would be quite the thing to watch the replays off later. However she's more woreried about stopping it. Maya might notice that Setsuko isn't bleeding. While Maya can stop such thing she need to focus up and use her powes directly in an active manner to heal. FOr now she's looks up he attemps to bank out of harms way but it's not enough she's caguth again and he's bleeding clearly herself however afterward. She flies back readies her rifle and the housing parts revealing of all things? Missiles which launch seeking out Setuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It seems the little robot is having trouble staying in her seat, but she regains her composure enough to pull the microphone on the desk closer, at least. "Both of these combatants are showing their hands now: the gloves are off, and we're seeing what they can really do! Setsuko shrugs off the flames and takes to the air, showing that she can fly as well! She's keeping up the pressure and staying in close- but Maya manages to launch missiles from her versatile rifle, scoring a hit! They're both bloodied now, but it's hard to say who will give out first..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh crap missiles.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko soars upwards in the air, then rolls and banks over, trying to shake the missiles before they can reach her. It meets with only limited success, one of the missiles managing to get close enough that its explosion catches her in the back, causing the swordswoman to drop a good twenty feet or so before she flips around and catches herself. It could have been a lot worse, but even with her slow-and-steady regeneration, she's starting to feel the injuries pile up. But if Maya can pull out the firepower, so can Setsuko, and being airborne carries a distinct advantage in that it gives her unrestricted room for Zanjintou's true form.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The demigod whips her blade around herself, bringing it down to her side and holding it straight backwards. The grip suddenly extends to double its length and the crossguard splits apart, expanding out as if for a much wider blade. And that's exactly what it gets. A flicker of blue light shoots outwards along the length of the katana, forming a much broader, flatter blade that extends much further out. Twelve feet, in fact, a blade twice as long as Setsuko is tall and at least as wide across as her own shoulders. Thoroughly ridiculous, but up here in the air she can use it freely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's exactly what Setsuko does. She drops low, swooping down and then coming up at Maya from below, sweeping the massive weapon around for a huge rising slash.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>IT's looking to be a short but brutal battle two rather towering ladies but Setuko seems to be pulling out ahead. Maya isn't planning to lose but does not mind if she does. She knows she's about at her limit but she does have a little thing for Setsuki as she spirals away ow attemps to but that just leads her to get caught in the lahs and Maya's jacket has had it at this point. It falls off cut to ribbons unable to take the weigh of the shoulder guards, she fades back comming in for a landing and looks up to Setsuko as she channels power blue flames seem to be trying to consume her body and she opens a portal of silvery energy Maya seems to fade out as hulking man whose more a giant exists carring two massive swords and launches into an attack at Setsuko. He does not strike her direcly becauses a massive shockwave of energy before he turns to exist back through the portal.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:632|Septette Arcubielle (632)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The super-attacks are coming out," Septette says with palpable excitement! "Setsuko creates a huge sword out of- what is it? Aura? -around her katana, and lands a solid hit with it! Maya responds in kind, using some kind of summon- but Setsuko is still standing! The witch looks like she might be on her last legs, but I'm not willing to call this one just yet..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko has never seen most of Maya's stronger attacks, but it's one particular case where she doesn't need to. The blue flames spark something, the swordswoman's fighting instinct screaming that this is going to be big. It's only that instinct that allows her to bring up her weapon in time, swinging the blade around and holding it in front of herself, using the massive breadth of the divine steel and turning herself sideways to hide behind it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even that doesn't save her entirely; when the demigod lowers the Zanjintou again, shifting it to one side, her arms are both smoking, her wounds only worsened by the blast from the Junker. Her shoulders are visibly rising and falling from the mounting damage and the exertion alike. But she's still in the air, and the massive weapon in her hands still seems to give her no difficulty in swinging it around.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she certainly is swinging it around, from the look of things. The silver-haired warrior lifts the weapon over her shoulder, and with a flickering ribbon of blue light the blade transforms again - shortening slightly, but widening at the end, and curving itself backwards in an almost winglike shape. "Zanjintou...!" She brings it around herself, a diagonal sweeping cut that turns itself into a spin. "DAI!" Faster and faster it goes, becoming almost a whirlwind or a sawblade with the way she spins herself. "SHAAA!" And then finally she whips it around one last time and releases, transferring all that momentum into a spin. "RIIIIIIIN!!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's like watching an 8-foot boomerang arc through the air, taking a wide turn and coming at Maya from the side. At the same time, Setsuko flies forward at full speed, rushing in to close the gap while her swordarang provides a distraction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya has been fighting hard but she's sagging maybe she's sitll worn down from Sicon or more liklely Setsuko's just brought her A game which is better than maya's current lumits she's not about to lay down an die but she's clearly near the end of her rope here. She does attempt to get back into the gam bue the massive blade catches her sliuces into her and it's more painful this time given the loss of a about a third of her armour given the jacket's loss and now well she's about down. <br /><br /> "Impressive." <br /><br /> Is the only thing Maya has to say before she starts to channel magic again and this time the very earth near her as she comes in to land, rips free and goes flying at Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Down Maya goes before Setsuko can reach her, leaving the demigod a chance only to grab her weapon out of the air, letting it return to its katana form at last with a snap and a rush of air as the massive blade disappears. She's already turned to hurl herself downward at top speed when Maya unleashes a chunk of earth at her; the swordswoman whips Zanjintou up, unleashing an arc of energy to split the flying earth as it comes at her - but while that spares her from taking a direct hit, the pieces don't spread far enough apart in time, with the result that they slam into her arms.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And dislocate both of them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ghk!" THAT one hurts. And it leaves Setsuko unable to swing her weapon. But she can't afford even a brief delay against Maya. This is an opponent who, if she has even a moment of spare time, can bring out some hefty firepower. So the demigod resolves herself to just deal with dislocated shoulders for the moment, and keeps on going, straight down towards the Junker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's still got two working legs, after all. And plenty of momentum to put behind a single, descending kick from above.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is on the ground and breathing raggled now, her strike worked but it's not enough to stop Setsuko. She knows she can't delay against Setsuko it would mean well? Things would go badly for her and she takes the hit fromt he kick right in the chops. She snaps back reeling from the strike but she's standing barely after, her vision's ab it blurry though as Maya moves forward moving to attempt a depserate attack now with the butt of her rifle and attemps to use it as a melee weapon against Setsuko.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SMACK. The rifle takes Setsuko right across the face, causing her to stagger back several steps. She's taken more than enough hurt over the course of the fight that even her healing factor can no longer keep up, but at the very least it can prioritize keeping her conscious for a little longer. Even with her arms dislocated, she's still got a grip on Zanjintou, but at this point it's pretty much useless. There's really only one option the demigod has left now that she's on the ground and in close with Maya.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No arms? Feet on the ground? Time for a headbutt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maya is one to fight to the end but well even she has her limit as the Demigod headbutts Maya Maya just had too much she lets out a groan and collapses int a heap at Setsuko's feat, she's breathing but she's not getting up after the univeral Krogan Greeting, nope she's down and somewhere likely the other fates are very amused at this fight...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only once Maya seems to be down for the count does Setsuko stop to fix her shoulders, using the ground for her right shoulder, and her right hand for her left shoulder.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Both of them come with some rather loud growls of pain.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For several seconds afterward, she just crouches there, breathing heavily and letting her body's regeneration work on the pain, but finally she stands up and sheathes her sword. And then crouches down to carefully pick Maya up, so she can take the Junker to the med techs on site.<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the stadium again. Almost all of Cortex's matches have been here. As the tournament approaches its end, more and more people fill the stands, to see the amazing fights take place. Cortex never thought he'd make it this far. As he looks up at the sunny sky, feels a slightly chill breeze sweep through, the black-and-purple-garbed super hero thinks about what he has learned so far. What he has gained from every opponent and every match. How these lessons have helped him, and how they have hurt him. How they have shaped his view of fighting and using his powers against other people, even if they aren't villains. He no longer needs to make excuses to use his powers against other heroes to have his full determination.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's not sure how he feels about that. But he has much less guilt over blasting someone's brain than he did before. What's the difference, after all? A punch or a psychic attack? What makes one form of violence preferable to the other? Further, this is not crime-fighting. He now understands that. Both what it means for him as a hero, and for his role here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He is more determined than ever to win. And he has even been practicing some new tricks. He's been speaking to one of the greatest psychics that Paragon City has lately. Mostly about the unusual feelings emanating from Woodvale. A sort of... 'Presence'. But he has picked up some tips as well. While there are certain maneuvers or tactics that come more easily, there are other uses that can be made of them, outside of what trainers might teach. It's up to him to make his powers HIS instead of just a template.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And in pitched combat, when neither of the fighters is in danger of dying, that might be the very best place to innovate and become stronger.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So now Cortex is ready to face off against a mysterious fighter known only as the Combat Vagrant, and to keep pushing ahead, aiming for the final prize. The money that will go to Dr. Vasilikos's charity, and all of those in need. No holding back this time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Chrysanthemum is here, dressed in a sharp suit rather than her flowing dress. She's already snagged... a tree branch. The supposed announcer is shouting into the mic to no effect, but Chrys's voice booms when she speaks into the stick. "Good evening, fellow Multiversians! It is I, Chrysanthemum! I am here at the Papaya Island Stadium today to witness a semifinals match right out of history, and sharing it with you! It's a battle of brain versus brawn, with the upcoming superhero Cortex looking to prove himself, against the Combat Vagrant Shin Tokuyama! It's sure to be an incredible fight as both of them work through their tournament arcs, ready to reveal their newfound strength and baffle an enemy after their inevitable plot-based powerup! Tune to 900.8 for commentary!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the stands, a certain Jedi Knight grinned widely. When she had first encountered Cortex in Paraqon City, he had been a fledgeling superhero even within his own universe's standards. Of course, the non-Elite superheroes were impressive by those standards, but it was easy to see why the young psychic would feel overwhelmed. All these powerful people from worlds well beyond even their expansive existence would be enough to make even a Jedi Master feel inadequate. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And now here he was, facing off in the mutiverse's most prestigious martial arts tournament against other Elites. It was downright inspiring...and Lowri Revan-Shan hoped he would be able to realise that. Sure, he still had much to learn -- didn't they all? -- but he had come a long way already. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The familiar piercing whistle -- along with a slight mental nudge through the Force -- resonated from her perch. Should Cortex look up, he would be able to spot his pale-haired mentor waving again, cheering him on. it was the very least she could do to show her support. <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin's making his way to the ring. While his poise and his gait are more relaxed than one might expect from someone heading into the semi-finals of a major tournament, the martial artist still has his eye on the prize. He'd had an interesting series of fights to get here, one that left him fairly satisfied with his path. Shizune in the qualifiers, then Dex Alruin. Ivraala. Then Shizune once more. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he reaches the edge of the stadium ring, he calmly takes off his sunglasses and suit jacket, handing them, along with his tie, to a ringside attendant. With a practiced pace, he steps up the stairs and into the ring. He's unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt and calmly rolling them up to his elbows. He takes a few moments to look around. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spotting Chrysanthemum, he gets a huge grin on his face. With her here, even if he lost he knew it would be a theatric sort of affair. He clenches his hands together and cracks his knuckles loudly, rolling his shoulders a bit afterwards. He points to Cortex and says, "Oi. Don't give me a boring fight. If I get DQed here, I want it to be against someone cool and tough. I won't be a jobber and neither should you, yeah?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is an important part of my plot arc, so make it a good fight either way."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The Combat Vagrant arrives! With his usual flair, he asks for a clean, entertaining, and difficult fight form Cortex! Meanwhile, across from him, Cortex looks determined, a man with purpose. Perhaps he has something to fight for beyond personal glory? Will such a driven man be able to measure up against the Vagrant's enthusiasm for the ring?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex looks around in confusion when the announcer starts talking about tournament arcs and plot-based power-ups. His concentration wavers a bit as he tries to puzzle through that. "...What?" he asks under his breath. But when he looks around, he doesn't find the commentator. Just Lowri in the stands. She's been here for him. Encouraging him, advising him, serving as an example of a what a hero should be. And also something more. He smiles widely up at her and waves, then turns to face his opponent as the Combrant Vagrant enters the ring. The declaration of what kind of battle is expected causes Cortex's smile to slip away for a moment, for his mouth to just slightly remain open.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To actually throw himself into it, and enjoy it. To take pleasure in hurting others? No. Not THAT kind of fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's smiling again, grinning and showing his teeth as he gives Shin a thumbsup and calls out loudly, "Same to you!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kind of fight where he enjoys testing how much he has grown against a challening opponent! He can do THAT kind of fight!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he draws one hand back, and leads off the fight by hurling what appears to be a dart gotten from a utility belt of some kind right at Shin! It has a self-concoted tranquilizer that isn't especially effective against most Elites, but may at least cause some small sense of fatigue momentarily. And the dart itself is pretty sharp.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The dart is just a distraction though! Because Cortex then takes the dart in his psychic grasp and propels it forwards with telekinesis, vastly increasing its speed! ...But maybe also its accuracy!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin grins a bit as the guy calls out that he expects the same from Shin. The Combat Vagrant hopped up and down on his feet a little, warming up as he rolled his head from side to side and got ready for the event to really start. His hands open and close several times. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Cortex takes an opening move, Shin darts forward. He doesn't want to hesitate for too long and give his opponent any kind of advantage. Unfortunately, the hasty advance means he wasn't expecting a ranged attack bolstered by psychic powers. As he advances, the dart hits him right in the leg. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ow! Damnit!" He winces, the tranquilizer slowing him just a little bit before his natural ki-flow tries to start purging it from his system. His own goal is to close the distance in towards Cortex and go into close-range, where most of Shin's power and ability is.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he can draw in close enough, he tries to make his opening assault a simple flurry of direct punches aimed at the chest and midsection of his opponent, probing for weaknesses to exploit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Cortex appears a little unsure about what he's in for, but in the end he gives a friendly thumbs up! Whatever happens here, it isn't personal... the best kind of tournament fight! Perhaps the two will become friendly and team up as part of an ever-growing posse of adventurers that meddle into the affairs of villainous persons while trying to keep their home life bearable? But for now they are enemies and rivals, and Cortex starts this off with some kind of dart gun! Shin takes it, and it looks like he's stumbled... but not enough to stop him from closing in with his trademark martial arts, showing Cortex what HOT BLOOD can do when it's behind fists!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"BUDDY COPS!!!" A certain blue-haired gundam fighter screams from the spectactor stands. Allenby's sporting a big foam finger with "#1 CV!!!" on it. Someone had been 3-D printing them the other night and Allenby jumped at the chance. "BUDDY COPS ARC!!" Allenby yells, not really thinking this particular option through. Don't horrible things happen to Love Interests in buddy cop plot arcs...?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex's main weakness is that he's some sort of strange hybrid of two not-tough Archetypes by the definitions of his world. It's actually something that Doctor Vasilikos has been going over with him. The unusualness of his powers, and the fact that Cortex himself granted himself these abilities. But that doesn't really help in this situation. He is not strong in melee combat, and he's not good at taking hits. His strength is in his control-type offenses.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So taking a barrage of punches sends him staggering backwards in pain from the jarring impacts... Only to rebound by trying to unleash a psychic blast that may build a sort of psychic resonance for Cortex himself to make his own attacks come faster and hit harder! Assuming it succeeds, anyway!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If his opponent is a tough melee fighter (like just about all of his foes seem to have been so far, basically the worst kind of opponent for him, and yet here he is!), the best thing he can do is to either reduce the effectiveness of their HOT BLOOD or to build up FIGHTING SPIRIT of his own!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pink energy blasts are kind of like fighting spirit, right?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"UWAH!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin is hit with a mental blast that sends him staggering back a couple steps from the sheer impact of it, "Oh man! You've got crazy Esper powers! That's fucking BADASS, man!" Shin cries out happily, despite the ringing in his brain at that moment. It definitely hit, but Shin seems almost unnaturally resilient for a guy that looks like a totally average human. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I can use my head too! WANNA SEE?" Shin asks as he puts a huge grin on his face. He hops up and down eagerly, clearly excited to fight someone with a new power set he hasn't encountered before. Ki, he's seen. Magic, he saw some of that. Martial arts he's seen a lot of. But Psychic powers are new. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Shin Tokuyama Special Head Blast Technique!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He has no psychic powers, by the way. His definition of 'using his head' for attacks is to lunge in towards Cortex and try to throw his bodyweight forward for a thunderous forehead-to-forehead headbutt attack.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It doesn't look like Cortex is really built to take a hit, but he must have some trick up his sleeve to have gotten tot he semi-finals! Perhaps he is merely hiding his power until the right time, whereupon he will laugh and grow into a muscled madman of unstoppable rage! Or perhaps he will demonstrate his confidence with pink beams of light, which send the Vagrant reeling! It is a surprise, one which has impressed the Vagrant and started them on the road to mutual respect and grudging rivalry, perhaps? Will these two seek to outdo one another in mutual alliances without ever publicly admitting their friendship? We will see! For now the Combat Vagrant counters Cortex with the Special Head Blast Technique, using his own flair to copy his opponent as best he can and butt heads in a more literal sense than the future friendly arguments!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Owch! Bad place to get hit for a psychic! If you need to focus to use your powers properly, a brain-jarring headbutt is pretty bad news! He has already learned in the past that trying to go into fisticuffs with someone who specializes in that sort of thing usually ends poorly for him. So he tries to clap one hand on each of the Combat Vagrant's shoulders after being headbutted, his head still arched backwards from the blow, his eyes widen in pain, and then gets a determined look as he throws his head forwards once more... Is he going to headbutt right back!? Yes, but he's combining it with a telekinetic field in front of his forehead to not only shield himself from the impact but to try to hurl Shin away forcefully!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Cortex School of Anything Goes Psychic Arts: Special Head Blast Technique Counter!" he yells out fiercely! This is the most enthusiastic he has ever gotten about a fight! His head is ringing, his chest is sore... But he's not fighting with a heart full of regrets, or flashes of terrifying memories hanging before his mind's eye. N'raha Tia in particular showed him that he couldn't let all those things bog him down in a fight. He's not here to make friends, and he's not here to save the world. Right now, he has to have his head in the fight! ...Literally, it seems!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is unfortunate when the buddy coppy and future alliances stuff from the commentator and audience have Cortex's head spinning as the words enters the periphery of his awareness. Or maybe that's just the side-effect of two head butts in a row. Oooogh. He can't get distracted by that now!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;BAM! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Forehead (and psychic shield) slam Shin right in the forehead. Shin goes staggering back and away from Cortex with stars dancing across his vision. Shin holds two hands up to his forehead, "Owowowowow. Good counter, good counter. I dig it, man!" He calls out, even as he stamps a foot to work out the pain. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm getting all fired up! Gonna pop this early, so get ready! It's how you know I'm serious! I learned it from a crazy Saiyan girl and made it my own!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin puts his hands at his side and throws his head back, "OOOOOOOAH!" He calls, energy starting to swirl and kick up around him. Eventually he slams a foot down and calls out. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">"COBRA KAI TIMES TWO!"</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's an explosion of energy and roaring power around Shin as he starts to glow a fiery red and face off against Cortex. It's important to note that this move doesn't actually buff him or enhance his abilities. It's a theatric move at best that makes him look REALLY cool! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What is REAL, however, is when he lunges forward towards Cortex again, trying to close in with a flurry of kicks aimed at his opponent. It's an incredibly simple, if very skillfully executed, set of martial arts maneuvers as Shin still attempts to gauge his opponent.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Cortex is pretty badly staggered by that headbutt... but they take the surprising move of countering with one of their own! Cortex hits the Combat Vagrant solidly, so hard that he's dancing around the ring and flailing about! Could this be a distraction technique? NOT ENTIRELY! The Vagrant is getting serious now, and a fiery aura of his pure fighting spirit surrounds him before he leaps forward, with a series of kicks that's dazzling in speed! Both fighters are now showing the true spirit of the competition!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex knows melee's not a good place for him to be. So with Shin CLEARLY being all POWERED UP now, staying where he can be easily reached is no longer viable. He takes to the air with his telekinesis, hovering about a foot above the ground to increase evasiveness, right as the Combat Vagrant comes dashing in launching a flurry of kicks. The first one, Cortex manages to drift aside from. But Hovering is a very slow form of movement. One of the kicks nails him in the belly painfully though, and he has to bring up an arm to try to block another, staking damage to his forearm instead of his torso! Speed like that is more than Cortex can match!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he doesn't try to. Instead, he goes for a big hit, drawing both hands above his head and bringing them back down in a two-handed overhead melee attack in an attempt to knock his opponent DOWN! "I can't power up like that, sorry!" he apologizes. "But I can fly. I hope that's enough of a dramatic reveal for you!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two-handed hammer swing hits Shin dead on from the hovering superhero. Shin is driven down to a knee, colliding hard with it against the floor of the arena as he lets out a grunt of pain. He refuses to be put all the way to the ground, though, planting a hand to stop himself as he pushes back upwards. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fwah! Good hit! Good hit!" Shin calls enthusiastically. He springs back up to his feet and bounes some more, trying to keep blood flowing despite the really strong injuries he's had put on him. Keeping in motion is how he generally tries to outrun how injured he actually is. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It was a good reveal! Flying is nifty! I might have a few tricks to keep up!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ryuuken!" Shin calls, thrusting a palm out at Cortex. From that palm erupts a flickering red fireball that careens towards the opponent and tries to explode into a blast of ki on impact.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Cortex is being very evasive, but still staggers back from the hits... after doing a dramatic reveal that he can fly! This is a stunning move that is enough to take the Combat Vagrant by surprise, allowing Cortex to do a double-handed blow to his foe and smash him into the ground! The Vagrant is having none of that, of course. Now that the dramatic reveals have started, the Combat Vagrant has upped his own ante to match, revealing a palm-flung ball of ki energy! What more secret techniques will these powerful rivals reveal in their extended tournament match?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Drifting backwards a bit while Shin is recovering, the super hero keeps a close eye on what's coming his way next. The psychic has seen martial arts, increased speed, high strength and resilience, some sort of power-boosting maneuver... But Cortex was not expecting any sort of ranged anything from his opponent! He switches from hovering to flying, from a mix of impulse and training more than a knowledge of what's coming, when he sees some sort of strange energy being gathered. The explosion of Ki still mnanages to catch Cortex's legs and send him hurtling through the air out of control, windmilling his arms uselessly before he removes his flight control is based off of his focus, not his physical movements.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When he finally comes to a stop, just short of ramming into the audience in the stands, he takes a moment to breathe in and let it back out. That could have been bad to get hit with directly. Power like that...! Even getting caught in the blast wave was enough to do this much damage! His durable costume is tattered around his legs, and there are burns of some kind. That's not going to be fun if he has to walk. It stings enough just hanging in the air.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he grins despite his injuries and calls down to Shin, "How would you like to be able to fly too? I'll lift you up..." Then he reaches out, trying to seize his opponent in a telekinetic grip, lift him into the air... "...And return you to Earth again!" as he tries to throw Shin forcefully back to the fighting ring's tiled floor with the power of his mind!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sorry, I'm a hitchhiker, but I don't hop planes!" Shin says as he wiggles and squirms when lifted it up off the ground. When he's thrown, he tries his best to land properly, feet hitting the ground as he skids backwards. The damage from the attack, though, comes in the fact that he has to plant his hands on the ground to stop himself from skidding out of the ring and losing the match via Ring-out. This causes his hands to get cut, scraped, and fairly bloody. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He doesn't let that discourage him, though. While he may be very clearly pretty banged up, his energy levels are still skyhigh and hyper-active, "I don't need to fly anyway. I got more hops than a shitty IPA," He calls out as he runs in after Cortex once more. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;True to his word, he crouches once he's beneath him and takes a somewhat superhuman upwards leap, trying to go skyward with a frighteningly rapid series of kicks and punches that try to bring his opponent out of the air and back down onto the ground. Shin can really get some airtime off those leaps, too.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well that is indeed new! Cortex is showing off his telekinetic powers now, and after barely avoiding a direct hit from the ki blast, he's hurling the Combat Vagrant across the stadium floor! The Vagrant can't have that, and it would be improper for him to leave the ring of such a fine opponent. Demonstrating his resolve, he catches himself despite bloodying his palms, and launches himself right back after Cortex for a series of midair punches! But will he be able to compensate for the hero's flight?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, that's a pretty gruesome state for Shin's hands, and Cortex feels a twinge of guilt. But the furious assault he soon has to deal with drives everything else from his mind as he can only dodge around in mid-air when Shin leaps up to bis level! He catches several blows on his limbs, even if the force behind them makes his bones feel like they're bending under the impact. If not for the fact he's allowing the blows to push him a bit, riding with the momentum instead of resisting it, he thinks Shin probably could have busted him up pretty badly! And ultimately, the Combat Vagrant's tactic succeeds in driving Cortex back to the ground.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The pattern of the attacks drives the psychic, corralling him, and his own allowance for the blows to push him synergizes with these two things, causing him to find his back against the ground before he even realizes it! "Wha--Augh!" He has to roll aside to avoid a final blow, and the tiles splintering beneath the powerful attack still cut into the parts of his face that are left uncovered by his mask.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Scrambling to his feet, it's clear that this is a martial arts master, regardless of what his overall progress down the path of a kung-fu wizard may be. Cortex wipes at his bleeding cheek with the back of his hand, and says, "So many strong opponents in this tournament... When I look at someone like you, get hit with attacks like yours... I wonder how I'm even still in this competition. I'm not strong, or fast, or durable. My hand to hand skills are only the most basic, even if I've learned a few tricks..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He stands up straight and says, "But maybe facing opponents like you, strong ones that I'm not suited to fighting, is why I'm still here! Because this pressure...!" Cortex raises his hands like he's about to conduct an orchestra. He remembers what Sister Psyche told him about making his powers his own, not just a template... He has practiced overwhelming psychic force. He has practiced precise control. He has practiced sustained output. Now it's time to try out his newest technique, which combines all three!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...Is what lets me give my all!" Then he brings his hands down to his sides, and starts focusing his telekinesis from his fingertips in narrow channels. A shroud of pink energy surrounds them, a bit darker than his usual shade of psychic force, as he forms telekinetic blades around his hands, and slashes with one of them! ...And it seems he doesn't need to get close to wield them, because an invisible wave of force slices the arena floor apart to show the path the attack is taking as it cuts right towards Shin!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Man, I'm not even gonna lie to you," Shin says when he lands, flexing a bit and stretching, "I wasn't gonna enter the WMAT. A Love Interest said I should, so I kinda stuck with it. But this has been pretty fun. You're real strong, way stronger than I think you like to let on. You got some chops on you, guy. Just gotta grill em and make em hearty." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He might be a little hungry. That hunger may distract him as Cortex comes in and just opens up on him with telekinetic blades. Shin praces himself against the attack, but it hits him dead on, leaving a massive wound across his torso and blowing the shirt entirely off his body as his upper form turns from 'relatively fine' to 'bloody mess' in the wake of the force slash. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Bwaaaaaah, fuuuuuck that hurt," Shin coughs, spitting up a bit of blood as he stretches, "Damnit. I always get torn up in these. Already, guy, get ready. I'm gonna bring the thunder." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hand lashes out to the side and his stance changes. He curls his fingers into a tight fist and gets ready as he says, "Haaaaaaa... IKKEN HISSATSU!" Red energy, Shin's own Ki, starts to swirl and eddy around his hand as he charges up a bit. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he seems to vanish from his spot. He's moving blinding fast, covering the distance between himself and cortex with a good deal of the last energy he has. As he comes in towards Cortex, his fist moves forward in a haymaker punch aimed right at the center of his chest. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"RYUUSOKEN!" Shin screams as he tries to connect the fist. Whether it hits Cortex or hits the air, once it reaches the end of its ability to move, it releases a massive burst of ki that tries to erupt from his hand with an almost draconic roar that fills the arena upon explosion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"HE WOUND UP GETTING FARTHER THAN I DID TOO!" Allenby shouts, "I'M NOT SURE WHAT'S UP WITH THAT BUT I'M STILL PROUD OF HIM!!" In that moment, she finds herself wishing that she actually volunteered to commentate alongside Chrysanthemum. "Damn. Maybe next year..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The flurry of punches has Cortex on the defensive, and though he manages to avoid him, he is realizing something. His opponent is greatly skilled and dangerous, and Cortex complements the Vagrant for helping him realize that he has indeed learned in this battle, understanding what it is like to be pushed to the limit! It's the beginning of a true respect among near-equals! No doubt there will be leapfrogging involved at some point! Cortex uses this focus to slash the air with sharp blades of nothingness, and as should be expected, the Combat Vagrat is bloodied by the assault and now shirtless and buff! But the Vagrant isn't down yet, shouting out a signature attack name that releases a dragon-roaring blast of ki!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex can't avoid an attack of that scale, or that speed! He may have managed so far thanks to luck, gradually accumulated experience, determination, and FIGHTING SPIRIT, but he is still no master of martial arts, and this is made quite clear when the Combat Vagrant unleashes his Ultimate Technique! Before Cortex can even react to Shin's sudden appearance right in front of him, he's being struck in the chest with a veritable dragon of Ki that sends him hurtling backwards in an explosive wave, flying end over end until he rams into a retainer wall hard enough to be planted in it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For several seconds in the aftermath, after the smoke has settled a bit, it looks like Cortex is slumped in the wall, and quite done for. His free hand, however, twitches. Right as Cortex looks up, blood streaming down his face, out from under his mask where he must have hit his head. His eyes are still clear. And the other hand... Still had a surging blade of telekinetic force around it. Cortex's ribs are on fire, he can't even breathe. Despite his clarity of vision and of mind, his body is not holding up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he can't just give in. After all that he has been through, all that his opponent has put into this fight, all those depending upon him, he can't just let things lie, or put away this part of his own 'arc' with a calm smile and a 'well, I did my best'.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What kind of cheap cop-out would that be? He has never really considered himself to be a hot-blooded 'manly man'. He's the one who was singled out as a nerd in school. He's the one who devotes his time to studying something crazy like the origins of super powers instead of something that would get him a real job, because he followed what interested him.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But now here he is, in his ultimate hot-blooded battle against a fearsome foe, and he feels more like he belongs in this fight than he has for any other fight previously. Cortex starts pulling himself out of the wall with his free hand, forcing his body to breathe, to take in air even if in small gasps. He hopes he didn't damage his lungs or something. He rises up into the air, raises both hands above his head, and grabs one wrist with his other hand. That surgical blade of psychic power darkens further. A sign of its increased density maybe?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex may not be angry, per se. But his soul burns with passion for this battle, for many, many reasons. And he channels his strength into this next attack, hoping to put an end to it, while also hoping the fight goes on. He doesn't know what he wants right now. His head is filled with light. He truly feels <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Inspired</span> by this match!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He brings both hands down, and even as the now-purple energy vanishes from his hand, the ground is torn in half, in a line that tears through the fighting ring as well, only the destruction to the arena floor showing where the invisible attack is coming from, as it heads right for the Combat Vagrant!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I DON'T HAVE A NAME FOR THIS ATTACK AND I HOPE THAT DOESN'T MATTER!" he yells out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"IT TOTALLY FUCKING MATTERS!" Shin cries out as he dashes towards Cortex. His hand glows a brilliant red color as the attack comes in against him. Ki meets Psionics as his hand connects dead on with the attack coming in towards him, Shin not trying to dodge it but instead punching directly into it. The damage is evident, his knuckles splitting and bleeding, the skin all up his arm peeling and revealing cuts and gouges. It did an immense amount of damage to his right arm, but it spared the rest of his body a much more damaging attack as he absorbs it all against that single arm for the damage. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Of course it matters!" Shin takes a break from the fighting to hop up and down, "You always name your Ultimate! You call it out! You revel in it! Sometimes you change the name or make a variant, but it ALWAYS HAS A NAME!" He's fired up, jumping around and flexing a bit as he gets into his speech. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's your signature move, bro! It's your STYLE! It's your old friend! It's the one you rely on when times are tough! It's the move you bring out when shit hits the fan, and it always has your back!" Shin points at Cortex, "Win or lose, I'mma teach you this tonight! You wanna be a hero, a villain, or ANYONE in this Multiverse? You gotta make sure you know that." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You wouldn't just NOT learn your best friends name! How would you NOT name your epic attack? The name gives it a PERSONALITY! A FLAVOR! PANACHE! STYLE! DEFINITION! CHARACTER!" Shin bellows as he lets loose. He's not MAD, and quite the opposite, he's immensely fired up and going on all cylinders, "You don't just... NOT name that! You can learn a thousand unnamed techniques and abilities, but if you got a finisher, you slap a name on that bad boy!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You want the name of your technique to be synonmous with YOUR name! You want people to remember you for it! Well no one's going to remember your finisher if it doesn't have a NAME, BRO!" Shin flexes a bit and hops up and down, "Believe in yourself and give it a name! It cries out for one! It YEARNS for one! Reach deep into your heart and grant it an identity!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! I'm all fired up now! I gotta really go at someone!" Shin cries out, cracking his bloody knuckles as he raises his hands at Cortex, "Get ready, guy! You got me on the ropes, but I'mma pull some Rocky Balboa shit. I MAY LOSE, BUT I AM GONNA MAKE YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU FOUGHT SHIN TOKUYAMA!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin dashes in again. This time, his entire fighting style is different. He's switched over to vanilla boxing. He's throwing crosses and jabs, driving in towards Cortex with an immense left-right flurry of punches and boxing maneuvers. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He actually goes so far as to quote the movie as he does so, "Ain't gonna be no rematch, baby!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"THIS IS IT! The punishing fury of Shin's ultimate attack slams into Cortex, and it's strong enough to send the hero reeling! Yet... he's not down! Oh no, he's just feeling more inspired! It looks like these two heroes, just as predicted, are feeding off one another's hot blood and lifting themselves to new heights! Cortex builds up purple energy in his hand... and lets it rip across the stadium in a massive wave! It tears up the stone and right toward the Combat Vagrant... who PUNCHES IT! That's right, Cortex didn't name the attack and the Combat Vagrant has decided that NEEDS TO BE CORRECTED! Though it brutally damages his arm, he forces the wave apart with sheer guts, and shouts his defiant fury to the heavens! He's on the ropes, about to fall, but before he does, the Combat Vagrant is determined to teach Cortex about the spirit of battle, unleashing a hearty combo with his fists into the hero!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex listens closely, with rapt attention, after observing Shin punch mental energy away, even at the cost of high damage to his arm. "I see, I see..." he mutters. Who knew naming attacks was such a complex issue! He'll have to think about this. As he floats back towards the ring and lands during the Combat Vagrant's speech, he considers not just what's being said, but also how he's going to conduct the rest of this match. And while he's lost in thought, Shin finishes up and charges forth! Cortex snaps his attention back on the fight, bringing his hands up. He's started studyign boxing under the Back Alley Brawler's tutelace, but isn't anywhere near proficient at it. Certainly not enough to avoid the battering blows that come his way, pummeling him so fast and so hard that his body is basically jerking this way and that before it even has a chance to finish moving in the direction of the blows that came before!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their positions seem to be reversed! Now it's Cortex who might be about to lose! But what was that about what Shin said? Cortex tries to grab one of Shin's hands as it comes at him, even as the bones in his own hand crack under the force is successful (or not). He tries to grab the other hand in the same way, to avoid taking another hit to the chest, where he's already bruised heavily, and has a gaping hole in the front of his costume over his heart, burnt away from that huge Ki attack before.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Variations, huh?" Cortex manages to get out dizzily, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, pain ravaging his whole body, exhaustion starting to fill him. But he's still running off of his <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">inspiration</span> and he digs deep into his reserves for even <span class=" bold_fg_b bg_n ++ hb">more</span>. Channeling psychic energy into a blade. That was the fundamental basis of what he was attempting. He'd thought he was combining everything he'd been practicing. But he'd left something out. Because he'd focused only on telekinesis.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he doesn't just have telekinesis now does he? He isn't sure if he can attack at the same level as he did before again...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he has enough for this. Cortex grits his teeth, his eyes widening, veins pulsing in his face as he combines strong psychic force, precision, and sustained output into a variant of his psychic blades, that attacks the mind rather than the body.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mind Control: Mind Stab!" he yells out as he attempts to drive a blade made of his will and his psyche into Shin's own head telepathically.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A bit darker than usual for him, but hey, if it works, it works, right? It's just a tournament after all!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin is definitely fired up and coming at Cortex full bore with that flurry of punches, wanting to leave a mark on him as best he can. The blows are coming out fast and fierce, right up into the point where he's grabbed with both hands. He has, despite the violence he was committing, a bit stupid grin on his face as he stares Cortex in the eyes, "Yeah! Varia-" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shin is cut off by getting stabbed in the head with a psychic knife. He somewhat eyetwitches for a moment. He staggers back a few steps and clutches at his head and blood begins to pour from his nose in the aftermath of the attack, his body compensating for an aneurism. He's not gonna keep fighting, but he's trying to figure out a good famous movie quote to go out on. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders- The most famous of which is 'never get involved in a land war with Asia'- but only slightly less well-known is this: 'Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line'! Hahahahaha! Hahahaha...." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he tips backwards and lands on his back on the floor of the arena, wheezing out a tired, "Nailed... it..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:101|Chrysanthemum (101)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's coming down to the final moments! This has been a great fight! And the Combat Vagrant is still going at it, using a final surge of vitality to send a flurry of blows against Cortex! Cortex isn't a hand to hand fighter, but shows grit and determination when inspired by the Vagrant, attempting to block... and his body is making some pretty disturbing sounds from trying that! That had to hurt! But it sets him up in position to do something called a MIND STAB which sounds painful indeed! In keeping with the spirit of the tournament and his own will, the Combat Vagrant struggles to stay up long enough to do his most important action yet: the final words! After a suitable movie quote, he goes DOWN! It was a match of true combatants, but it looks like Cortex managed the win!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:769|Demetrios Vasilikos (769)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cortex is still fired up. Still exhilirated as he watches his enemy stagger back, make a confusing bunch of final words (Cory is not a movie buff), and then fall down. He has never felt so pumped about a fight ever. It's always been a distasteful thing to him. And now... Well, it felt really good! Even if he also feels really bad in terms of pain, and is probably going to be aching for days afterwards. But right now? He just... Feels good! It felt good to stab an opponent in the brain with his own brain too, kind of! Weird, right?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he wipes the blood all over his face with the back of a tattered costume sleeve, doing nothing to stem the flow, he just looks down at his fallen opponent, still breathing laboredly with what his ribs and lungs have been through. What a great fight! What a great opponent!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What a great final attack! And he doesn't even feel bad about it! Weird! Isn't it weird for him to not feel bad about hurting someone? Heh. It's kind of hard to remember. But he hopes he doesn't forget this feeling as he grins down at his fallen opponent, and raises a hand and gives him his signature thumbsup. "You sure did, buddy!"<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The roar of the crowd in the packed WMAT stadium has created an electrifying frenzy of energy throughout the tournament grounds. Being as both participants are from worlds that accommodate varying sizes of anthropomorphic races it's quite difficult to find a free seat or even standing room. The haphazard sizes and strengths of various dinosaurs and mutants, creates an uneven and rowdy audience. Quite a few of the fans who can fly are literally hanging from the rafters tonight!<br /><br />Genghis Rex and his Tyranno brethren sit in their personal box, surrounded by thousands of Reptilonians who have come to see their hero, Brachio, in his first match since returning to his people and returning from the grave.<br /><br />Rebound is not without her supporters. Sizable animal mutants push and shove for a glimpse of the MMA star, while Saurians argue with them regarding whose ticket seats them where. In the front row 4 familiar turtles sit next to their master, ready to cheer their friend on, although a surly pair of nearby mutants, one Rhinoceros and one Warthog, seem to keep the quartet of teenagers a tiny bit wary.<br /><br />In the center of the stadium stands a menacing structure of black steel and mesh, seemingly birthed to contain the rage of two powerful combatants. In the middle of this cell stands a simple wrestling ring, scaled way up to accommodate its titanic occupants.<br /><br />The lights dim, and music starts pumping through the loudspeaker.<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPLgtQrq77k<br /><br />The Reptilonians in the audience explode in roars of support, as the massive Brachio trudges forward into the arena. He swells with pride as he is showered in the cheers of his fans. He takes his time walking to the ring. He hasn't felt this in a LONG time and he's gonna enjoy every minute of it!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the crowd of supporters gathered, Rebound sits in the backstage of the arena, letting herself get pumped up for the fight. The roar of the crowd can be heard from anywhere nearby as she lets the sounds fill her. It's been a while since she's been able to hear that kind of noise.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once her opponent has made his entrance and she's able to make her way down, she gets up and heads for the entrance ramp. It'll be nice to see folks she doesn't get a chance to meet up with often enough. The lights dim, and her music hits.<br /><br />https://youtu.be/69yguQ_gZkA<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pyro explodes on the stage and she jumps out from behind the curtain onto the ramp, holding both hands up to the roar of the crowd. She hops her way down to the ring, grabbing the sides of the cage and shaking it a few times to ensure the sturdiness, before she slides into the open door of the cage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking up at her opponent, the size difference is really evident. But she knows where her strengths lie, and she's taken down larger targets before. She slams both fists together, the pulsarium cores in the Impact Drivers kicking on, filling them with green energy.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Up in the commentator box, Target is on his feet and STANDING on the comentator desk! He had been looking forward to this fight for a while and was thrilled to be calling it! "And in amazing style for both of the competitors, music and pyro is going off everywhere! The crowd is going absolutley wild, showing support for either Brachio, who entered first, or Rebound, who came in after him! I can tell you one thing, folks, I wouldn't wanna be anywhere near that cage with either one of them inside. Heck, I don't think I'd want to be inside that cage at all! No rules?! Two fighters are going in, only one is gonna come out!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio tilts his head at Rebound, smirking, then points out an announcer on the side, motioning for a mic. THe mic is comically small compared to the Tyranno titan, but he taps it a few times, creating a loud *thump*thump*thump* over the sound system.<br /><br />He leans his head down and speaks into his fist, "Hey now, little roo. I think it's pretty obvious who d'ees folks are here t'a see!"<br /><br />He spreads his arms wide and the Reptilonians in the crowd send another torrent of cheers in his direction.<br /><br />When the crowd dies down he speaks into his fist again, "We ain't gots t'a do d'is. Why muss up d'at pretty face of yours? Tell ya whut. You curl on up and lie down for me right now, and later tonight we'll go back to my hotel room and I'll lay down for you."<br /><br />Brachio grins widely and and hands the miniscule (to him) mic to Rebound.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking at the offered microphone, Rebound reaches up and takes it into one of her gauntleted hands, looking up at Brachio as he offers something to her in exchange for her giving him an easy win. She looks at the microphone for a moment, and then looks up at the big guy.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're not really my type." She says into the mic, "Plus a guy you size, best I can figure you're compensating for something.." She looks down his torso a bit, and then smirks.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So the answer is no." She tosses the mic down and then drops back, leaning against the ropes across from the ring from him, "Some come on big guy, let me see what you've got. Because I won't go easy on you." She motions for him to come at her from across the ring with her hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some laughter erupts from the commentator booth. Source: Target! "HA! They're trading barbs back and forth and it's totally getting the crowd wound up. Heck! I'm getting wound up! Looks like these two have a bigger score to settle than I thought! Shots fired in both directions, and with Rebound not accepting Brachio's offer, I'm sure this fight is going to get goin' in just a sec!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio's eyes narrow at Rebound's slight. He lifts a massive foot and slams it down on the mic, crushing it into sand. Circling around the ring, shaking off an early temper tantrum, tossing angry glares at Rebound, and muttering to nobody in particular, picking up speed, with each step, until he slams his massive tonnage onto the ropes opposite Rebound so hard that Rebound feels the ropes behind her pull her forwards slightly.<br /><br />As the ropes snap backwards, they propel Brachio forward, head on towards the reclining Rebound, THUMP THUMP THUMP, go his cossasal feet as he bears down on her, attempting a wrestling classic, the clothesline.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The weight of her opponent becomes rapidly evident when he pushes himself against the ropes and winds up pulling her forward. She winds up getting crashed into by him, his arm cracking into her and sending her flying through the air, doing a full loop and landing on her stomach from the impact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's quick to get back to her feet but the impact has stunned her. She steps back again and then jumps up, landing on the ropes with both feet and pushing off of them with her powerful legs. She lowers her shoulder, trying to crash shoulder first into the large Tyranno, intent on using his own weight against him to bring him down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; DING! "The bell rings, the fight begins, and Brachio comes out swinging, literally! After building some momentum from moving around the ring, the saurian surges toward Rebound before turning her inside out nearly from the impact! Rebound's able to get up after it at least. After launching herself off the ropes she tries to shoulder check the big guy! I'm not really sure how well that worked though!" There will be no eating on duty during this fight! Too much hype!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio catches Rebound's attack in his sturdy chest and while he staggers backwards a little, his formidable size and strength absorb the majority of the impact. Rebound finds his thick scaly arms suddenly wrapped around her as he cradles her and swings her in a half circle.<br /><br />"Shoulda taken me up on my offer, roo ..."<br /><br />Brachio's legs kick out from under him and he drops straight down, intending to squash Rebound under himself with a "SIDEWALK SLAM"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another powerful slam after grabbing hold of her, Rebound feels the air driven out of her by the big Tyranno when she hits the mat. She manages to get her way out of the large dino's arms after hitting the mat, and she rolls out of the ring to the side of it. She pulls herself back to her feet using the cage, and then turns around to face her opponent.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is a no holds barred match, and she's going to take advantage of that fact. She slides down out of view for a moment, and then emerges from under the ring with a sledgehammer in her hands. It's not a normal sledgehammer, but one of the big pnumatic ones from Corona Arclite's world.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slides back into the ring and gives it a wide swing, bringing it around to try to slam the large weapon into the even larger dinosaur, intent on taking him out with the weapon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Looks like I was right! Brachio seems to shrug off Rebound's attack and wraps her up to deliver her right down to the matt! The roo scrambles away, probably trying to get some space between the two of them before she pulls out a - .. A sledge hammer?!" The kobold looks entirely confused, giving a skeptical look to the ring, then the rest of the arena. "Wait a sec, that's from brimsteel! The heck's goin on here?! C'rona are you hidin' under the ring or somethin?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Meanwhile in the commentator's box there is a bit of a kerfluffle, almost as soon as her name has been mentioned Corona practically crashes into the room. Literally, considering she ends up upside down against the console, wheels spinning and steam leaking from the rollerskate-like things she's wearing. "Sorry I'm late! Had a bit of a mishap with... well ya see for yourself."<br /><br />With that she climbs up into a chair proper, only to blink a couple of times at the area. "Oh, -that's- where that steam-hammer went. I was wonderin' iffen I misplaced it again...."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio slowly rises to his feet, smugly brushing himself off and not really paying attention to Rebound. He probably should have as he suddenly realizes a pneumatic sledge hammer is bearing down on him.<br /><br />His eyes go wide with shock, as Rebound buries the sledge into his gut,, driving the air out of his lungs, causing him to double over and fall to his knees.<br /><br />As Rebound attempts to pull the sledge from Brachio's gut, she finds that he has wrapped one of his massive mitts around the sledgehammer.<br /><br />Furthermore, here comes Brachio's armored tail, attempting to blindside his opponent with a crushing sweep.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tail comes around and hits her from behind, knocking her down and sending her against the ropes. She grabs the ropes, pulling herself over them, she allows them to reach full draw, and then is launched forward suddenly, turning over in midair and bringing both feet towards Brachio.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those powerful kangaroo legs are coiled and ready to strike as she comes in, intent on hitting him dead center mass and then kicking forward with both legs, full force and point blank. She's going to push herself off of him and launch herself to the top of the cage, but she's intent on knocking him down in the process.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A laugh, then the kobold just pats Corona on the shoulder, wherever it is. "Well well, C'rona! Better late'n never! Welcome to the show! As you kin see, Rebound down there just brought out an equalizer and applied it to Brachio's gut! Looks like hit'em good, though now the saur is bringing his tail'round while he's got a hold on the sledge! This can't be good for Rebound. Looks like Rebound has an idea, though! Once she backs away from the saur, she actually uses the ropes to shoot herself, feet first, at Brachio!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona gets herself upright and properly situated again. "Boy howdy, that's one big ornery fella Rebound is fightin' down there. But I've seen her punch some purdy big and ornery thin's already, so I hope he ain't expectin' this to be an easy fight... What'dya say his name was? Brachio? Sounds like somethin' outta a science fiction show or somethin'..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio takes the kick deadcenter to the chest and topples over backwards, slamming hard backwards on the mat. He continues to gasp for air a bit from the sledgehammer strike, but watches Rebound rise in the air above him.<br /><br />In a single moment of unimaginable physical prowess, the 2 ton dinosaur pulls his legs back and NIPS UP, back to his feet, then bounds upwards, in pursuit of Rebound, soaring past her and sinking his hulking hands into the ceiling of the cage above him, crunching steel and mesh in his powerful grip.<br /><br />He hangs from the cage roof for several seconds, looking tremendously pleased with himself<br /><br />"I'mma tear this cage down and wrap you in it ..." Brachio starts, when the roof panel he's holding onto suddenly gives way under his titanic weight, and he falls out of control to the mat. The roof panel of the cage topples on top of him. OWCH!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her opponent rising up next to her, she grabs a hold of the top of the cage. Brachio does too, and she looks straight at him. Then the whole pannel he's on collapses and sends him flying down into the ring.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rebound swings from the top of the cage like an Americna Gladiator until she can swing up and through the now open roof section. Standing on top of the cage, she takes a moment to look out at everyone in the crowd, before pointing down at Brachio.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kangaroo suddenly dives off of the top of the cage, dropping down the full distance to try to plant both of her feet into the cage on top of the Tyranno and send him through the mat itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Off mic, the kobold just laughs, "Sure is!", then back to the match, "Well that could be a problem! Looks like the big fella is tearing down the cage! Kinda ended up on his keister after tryin' to look like some kinda rodeo star hanging up there like a dope! Oops?! HA! This is Rebound's chance and she's takin' it! The crowd is goin' CRAZY! Rebound's actually jumping down on him from the TOP of the cage!" Coronoa may need to be warry of the kobold as he's up on the -desk- again when Rebound jumps from the top of the cell.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"That ain't what they mean by bringin' down the house! I mean, ya ain't suppose to bring it down on yerself." She's probably use to it to a degree, as Corona ducks an excited Kobold arm waving about without missing a beat. "Rebound uses the openin'.. and the openin' of her foe being clunked back on the ground... but not before playin' up the crowd beforehand, and they're just eatin' it up."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The cage panel is slammed into Brachio and the fallen Tyranno lets out a pain filled groan. While the opening was indeed well placed, Rebound doesn't quite have the mass to drive Brachio through the floor of the ring.<br /><br />Perched atop the fallen cage panel, Rebound suddenly finds Brahcio's eyes locked with hers. He rises quickly, lifting the cage and Rebound and goes into a deadly charge, intent on crushing Rebound between the dislodged piece of roof and the side of the cage.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh he does more than just knock her against the cage with the broken peice of cage. She gets blasted straight through the cage wall and out into the scrambling crowd. With a loud crashing sound the wreckage of the cage lands on what had been a bunch of seats.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rebound very slowly pulls herself out from under the twisted mass of metal, groaning and bleeding from her forehead and several other spots. She takes a moment to wipe her face off, and then the lights on the impact drivers kick on fully. "Finally."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hops through the broken out section of the cage, twisting in midair to punch Brachio in the face with one of those Impact Drivers. She'll follow up by landing and throwing out several body blows, and then end with an uppercut, the Impact Drivers powering each punch with a massive amount of kinetic energy behind each blow.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Down she comes! With the cage smashed into Brachio's chest I'm surprised he's still gettin' up! Guy's made a sterner stuff than a deathscale! Sheish! Maybe that wasn't such a good idea cause now Rebound's gettin' sammiched between the torn down cage bits and the regular part of the cage! Heck, she's out in the crowd now! Looks like the roo had a plan, though. The gauntlets are lit! Time to proceed with the poundin! Oy, C'rona, you may be able to explain those gauntlets more'n me." Target motions at the mic. "You built'em!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona visibly cringes when Brachio slams Rebound between the cage sections, ears laying back against her head. "Looks like the snack cart on this pain train's servin' roo sammichs. Silly Brach'o, roos ain't made of vegemite." There's probably a lot of booing at her terrible australian joke. "I wonder if she'll... oh, I think she's gonna... YEEEAAAAH!" It's Corona's turn to be jumping up and thrusting a fist in the air when Rebound uses the Impact Drivers. "Rebound returns the favor with a KINETIC KNUCKLE SAMMICH of her own! And another! That's a smorgeshboard of whoopin' goin' on down there.. Whu? Oh, right! The Impact Drivers absorb kinetic energy as the wearer fights, an' when fully charged release it so BOOM." She slams her fist back on the controls for emphasis. "It's like punchin' someone. With explosions!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Beebop and Rocksteady leap out of the way as the side of the cage comes crashing down on their section. When Rebound is gone, they reconnoiter, eyeing the carnage of bodies that weren't so lucky.<br /><br />"Gee, Rockysteady, we didn't get mashed for once." says Bebop.<br /><br />"Oh no!" yells Rocksteady, "Our beers spilled!"<br /><br />Bebop howls in anguish.<br /><br />As Rebound hurls toward Brachio, he swings a mighty fist, but she's far too fast, dodging the attack and one of her own. He swings back, missing again, she catches him two more time. He staggers backwards, swatting desperately at her, until her final uppercut catches him straight on the jaw.<br /><br />Brachio's legs wobble and he, momentarily is out of his feet, slumps to his knees, eyes losing focus and head snaking around lazily.<br /><br />Brachio shakes his head and refocuses on Rebound. A snarl rubles from him as he suddenly slams both claws through the floor of the mat, and grip the wood floorboards beneath Rebound. He wrenches up, determined to rip the floor out from under the Roo and slam her backwards into what's left of the cage behind her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The world around her suddenly shifts as her feet are pulled out from under her, along with most of the ring being destroyed in the process as the massive Tyranno unleashes his move on her. She gets hauled through the air and crashes into the cage outside again, the door of it this time as she slams through it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite being outside of the cage for the third time this match, she quickly dives back in. It's clear she's hurting, bleeding from several places and looking like she needs a vacation, but she's not out of the fight yet.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Impact Drivers are brought to bear again, this time instead of a series of low powered punches, she's going to go for one big one. She leaps through the air, angling her body to unleash what's best described as a massive flying haymaker towards Brachio's dome. It's intent is simple, either knock him out with this punch or she might not make it out of here on her feet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona fist pounds the console a few more times in excitement. "And Brachio is down on his knees! He's lookin' a bit woozled, he might be.. oh no, he ain't goin' down, he's rippin' the floor up fer another weapon! Tarnation, there ain't gonna be nuttin' LEFT of this arena afterwards.... And despite havin' the stuffin' beat outta her a few times over Rebound is -right back in the ring- with the Drivers and one helluva punch flyin' fer Brach's noggin! Ah swear, that girl's meaner than a cactus cat when riled up 'nuff."<br /><br />She pauses, the covers the mic with one hand as she leans over to Target. "Ya think folks'll even know what a cactus cat is? Mebbe I shoulda redone that reference."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh Jeez! He's tearing the ring apart! You gotta have a ring for the match, idjit! *SIIIIGH* Honestly I'm really glad ta not be in that cage with'em, ripped apart as it is now. For all the destruction he's doin, looks like Rebound's gonna put them bracers ta use by puttin their juice into one nasty punch!" Off mic toward Corona, Target shrugs, "I mentioned deathscales earlier, they didn't seem to mind it much.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona raises a brow at that, then looks back down at the mangled arena. Wrinkles her nose a little. "He's too big, too chunky and ain't ugly 'nuff to be a deathscale."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Already stunned from the last blow, Brachio takes all of Rebound's punch and his serpentine head snaps backwards painfully while he body pitches forward. He catches himself with a claw planted firmly on the mat, barely missing the hole he'd made himself.<br /><br />The battered Tyranno pushes himself up with tremendous effort, his head bruised, and his right eye swelling up.<br /><br />He glares at Rebound and swings his right hand *whiff*, then his left *whiff*, then pitches over and falls into the hole he tore in the floor of the ring.(Arn Anderson swing/fall)<br /><br />There is a great silence for a long time, before Brachio's confused head pokes up from the abyss below and glances around in confusion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Brachio's swings coming in, Rebound backs off, until she can see he's starting to swing wildly and miss. Soon enough he goes down into the pit that he himself made by tearing the ring up, and she stares down at him. She then suddenly jumps down into the ring, landing on top of his chest, "Count it, ref!" It appears that she's trying to pin him for the three count.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Confused, swollen and very likely concussed, Brachio doesn't even know where he is right now, and suddenly Casey Jones is there in a referee's shirt and counts 1 ... 2 ... 3 on the destroyed mat.<br /><br />Genghis Rex shakes his head in the audience, "Why does he do this? He ALWAYS loses!"<br /><br />Ankylo pats Rex, "It's not about winning or losing Bossasaur. Brachio just wants to put on a good show for the crowd!"<br /><br />Rex sighs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"And despite him bein' least three times her size Rebound goes for the pin.. There's the count... and he's too dazed to get back up! Rebound wins!.. But listen to that crowd roarin', that's goin' out to both compet'tors fer one helluva show." Corona thrusts her hands overhead as she jumps up... except she's still got the rollerskate contraptions on, and ends up wiping out backwards with a yelp. "Crackin' all, fergot I was still wearin' those..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the moment that Casey's hand comes down for three, the kobold is on the desk, nearly dancing as he cheers! "Rebound wins! WOOOOOO! That was one HELUVA show folks and Rebound has come out on top! Good on her! I swear if I could make her an honorary ranger I'd do it! Good show!" Then over to Corona. "yer startin' to make me look good, C'rona. Can't be havin' that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the match finally over, Rebound picks herself up out of the pit and raises her hands up above her head to show off to the crowd. The whole place is destroyed, but she's the victor. Of course the whole thing is for a great cause, any collected money going to help fund the reconstruction on Reptilon. Though she will get herself a nice championship belt to show off, just the same.<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Devil's Hand, site of many battles in the past-- and the site of many more to come. Including one today! Seated in the stands amongst spectators is a large, round-bodied man, his slender wife, their boy, and a pug wearing a hoodie. Chattering noisily amongst themselves, the four pass around a rather large bento box filled with steaming fried croquettes of undefined ingredients.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We've come this far!" Barazo declares, holding a croquette overhead with his chopsticks, "Just cheer Mako on all the way to the finish!" Sukuyo mimics her husband's gesture, her free hand resting on her cheek, while the boy Mataro just shoves up two handfulls of croquettes he'd been eating with his hands. The dog just barks a sharp "Guts!" in response, while stuffing his face.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For once, Mako is both in the battleground already and also awake. Fully dressed in her Goku Uniform, she stands in the center, in the looming shadow of the Devil's Hand, with her eyes fixed on the sky. While she's present and awake, her mind might be elsewhere as she stares into the clouds with a drawn out 'ahhh...' sort of noise.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mako!" Barazo calls out, rising to his feet and planting a shoe on the railing in front of him. Hauling back, he hurls a croquette from the stands. Still seated, Sukuyo turns slightly and holds up the hilariously oversized bento to what may be the most hilariously oversized person to be sitting in the front row. She says nothing, but there's that warm, motherly smile on her face.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah!" Suddenly the girl in the field points skyward, "That one!" Her other hand shoots out without her eyes deviating from the sky, snatching the snack out of the air, "That one looks like a rabbit!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whatever else she says is lost when she jams the fried croquette into her mouth.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:430|Satsuki Kiryuin (430)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Directly beside the Mankanshoku family, and mysteriously free of people crowding in against him from the other side for some strange reason it's almost certainly impossible to discern, is the towering and imposing figure of Honnouji Academy's own Disciplimary Committee Chairman and Elite Four member, Ira Gamagoori.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(It's because he's scary. No one but the Mankanshoku family will sit by him because he's goddamn scary.)<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his massive arms folded over his barrel chest, Gamagoori sits in silent, stern observation of the Devil's Hand battlefield, the people on it... and to some extent the Mankanshoku clan as well, cheering their family member on. He doesn't quite seem to know what to make of them, although Sukuyo's gift of food gets a slightly surprised, "Thank you," and an experimental bite. Before he can comment, though-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...MANKANSHOKU! THIS IS NO TIME TO BE CLOUDGAZING, YOUR OPPONENT COULD ATTACK WITHOUT WARNING!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora is here, standing quietly, as the wind whips around her, tossing the cape on her shoulder around, in addition to her hair. She pays no heed to Mako's daydreaming antics, though she does finally open her eyes as she hears that incredibly loud voice, calling out a warning. "Tch. How dare you insinuate I would strike first, without my opponent being prepared. Rude." Drawing her sword, she flicks it through the air. "I have a match to win. I've come much too far, to falter here."<br /><br />She brings her sword up, saluting her opponent, the woman standing at attention. "Come, when you are ready. I am prepared." She drops into a fighting stance, her sword held out, turned sideways with her sword arm facing Mako. Her other arm is tucked behind her back, and her feet spread slightly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Commentator for this match is here. She appears to be a giant, floating, severed head with many large snakes in place of hair, reptillian eyes and fangs, scaled skin, and generally looks pretty monstrous. Her name is Medusa (not the nurse), and she has been told to provide commentary by her master. It's a chance to get out of her Garden for a bit, and see if there are any good statues to add to her collection, so she considers this an acceptable task. Even now, she gazes upon those gathered before her, peering closely for any sign of someone handsome who could become her next art piece.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She thinks she spots some good candidates in the stands just then, but before she can take a closer look, she hears a loud voice, and her gaze is drawn towards it...! "Ahhh! What a fine specimen that one is! So bold! So fierce! So..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She is looking right at Mako's father. "...Round!" Her attention snaps back to the field, however, as she realizes both of the challengers are here already. "Oh. Yes. Ahem." The giant ball of snakes then begins doing her job.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I, Medusa, shall be commentating on this battle of martial skill between mortals! We are at the location known as the Devil's Hand, and the competitors have already arrived! We shall be starting the match between Mako Mankoshoku and Fiora Laurent shortly! ...I demand it!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wah!" The shouting from the stands causes Mako to throw both hands over her head. Whirling in place, she shades her eyes and looks over those very same stands until she spots the towering monolith that is Ira Gamagoori. Once sighted, the girl's face lights up and she raises both arms again, waving excitedly, "You made it!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whirling in place, the girl settles eyes on her opponent more directly, a grin still on her face, the clover in her teeth angled upward, "Okay! I guess it's time to get started, huh? As the only member of Honnouji Academy present, I'll fight my hardest!" Raising her hands, she slams a foot down, scattering cracks around her feet, "Your opponent is the Honnouji Academy Fight Club President!" Hands swing down, her fists slamming together and throwing out a brief burst of air pressure, "Mankanshoku Mako!" Behind her, in response to her stopping, enormous letters burst out of the ground.<br /> <br /> <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">HONNOUJI ACADEMY</span> <br /> <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">FIGHT CLUB PRESIDENT</span> <br /> <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">MANKANSHOKU MAKO</span> <br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stance shifting, Mako slams her other foot down as she assumes a more conventional fighting posture, "It's very nice to meet you!" The impact causes the letters behind her to crumble into a new sentence.<br /> <br /> <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">NICE TO MEET YOU</span> <br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the lettering crumbles, Mako's feet dig in and she hurls herself forward, each foot digging a divot into the Devil's Hand. One might expect Mako to ready a weapon during such a reckless charge, or at least throw out an arm, but nothing of the sort happens. She simply uses her most consistently solid asset as a battering ram to open the match.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The letters are.. unexpected. So is the girl charging into melee, and headbutting Fiora in the chest. The woman staggers back a bit, and tosses her head, flipping her hair out of her face a little more. "Fiora, of House Laurent. Grand Duelist of Demacia." Again, she salutes her opponent, but after doing so, lunges forward, her sword arm lashing out with a quick, lightning-fast stab.<br /><br />"The honor is mine!" The strike is quite fast, perhaps enough so that Mako might not be able to see it, much less evade.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Medusa is mildly offended that Mako should use such a nearly-primitive opening attack! But it also seems to have some elegance to it, like a well-trained maneuver that has been mastered by a true warrior! And she must admire that at least! "The conflict begins! The 'Fight Club President' launches the initial attack with a boorish and yet elegant weaponization of her own head!" Fiora's return blow is too fast for Medusa to follow, but she thought she saw that the other fighter had a sword... Hm, hm~! Such amazing speed! If only more of her challengers were gifted with such rapidity! "But there is a counter-attack that springs forth quickly with a blade! So quickly I am actually not sure where it landed or how! Witchcraft!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako is in her element in a close range fight, hence her charge to close that distance right away. Though the Duelist also has her tricks, the Fight Club President isn't about to back down from a lady with a sword! This sword is like a toothpick compared to the monstrosity Ysabel used! Though the counterattack is faster than most eyes can see, Mako's body twists in such a way that the pierce strikes her Uniform rather than her body, slicing through it with a spray of glittering crimson motes from damaged Life Fibers.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though when that blade comes back, there's some telltale crimson on it. The girl's wince is harder to notice, as she plants one foot forward to arrest her motion while the other stays back in a spread posture. Her left hand leads in a jab, though it's a feint, as she follows through with her right with a step forward, bringing her fist up in an uppercut. The gold starburst-patterned knuckleduster catches the light in her upswing, "Ey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps Mako will learn that size doesn't always matter. Fiora has to deal with the girl's strength, for now, though. And Fiora would be a poor duelist, if she couldn't take a couple of punches. She sees the feint, but that's still a very strong blow, and she staggers back again, before recovering. She leans back, into a slight crouch, and lunges forward again. It's Fiora's turn to demonstrate a feint. A blow from the front..<br /><br />Becomes a blow from Mako's left hand side, the woman able to change direction in the blink of an eye as she closes the short distance again. Speed and precision against raw strength on full display, again. Finesse against sheer power.. Fiora has met these opponents before.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Medusa approves of Mako's skill, even if martial arts as a concept is rather foreign to her. She has still seen some nimble fighters in her time who don't hold a candle to this Fight Club President girl, in terms of agility, skill, or offensive power. "Mako recovers from the belly-cleaving blow! I saw red, but not even my mighty eyes could discern if that was her blood or some manner of trick! And she retaliates with an unusual, if effective, manner of fighting! Some sort of... Fisticuffs!" Then Fiora seems nearly to teleport to the side of Mako, and strike at a vital location! "And now Fiora has relocated as quickly as her blade to attack from another direction! Such splendid speed will be difficult to defend against, in my estimation! This style of fighting these two use...! So different from how monsters and vampire slayers battle! Is this what is called 'mortal combat'!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The brunette presses into the attack, that grin still on her face. When she sights the blow coming from the front, though, she backsteps once and prepares to counter. When the sword instead comes, lightning quick from the side, Mako's fist snaps out to meet it with the golden knuckleduster on her right hand. The sword strikes against it with a metallic clanging sound, the girl's weapon sending off crimson sparks but not giving under the Demacian's blade.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Twisted as she is, Mako cheers, "Pretty tricky! Almost got me with that one!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her coat's right sleeve, hanging limply as she only wears the jacket on her shoulders like a cape, quite suddenly produces a large, white-gloved hand from the end of the sleeve. Fingers flexing, this snaps out at a low angle, attempting to wrap those fingers around Fiora's ankle and yank the swordswman off her feet, just to introduce her to the ground in a somewhat more violent way.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora looks a little shocked, as she's grabbed by the ankle, lifted up, and slammed back down, again. Nevermind the fact this girl seems more durable than she appears. Armor is.. not something Fiora is unaccustomed to dealing with, thankfully. She rolls back one she's let go, and dashes around Mako, swiping with her sword a few times.<br /><br />Again, her movements are blindingly fast, and her sword seems to move even more so. If that coat is the issue, she does her best to work around it, jabbing and slicing where its protection might not be as useful to her opponent. "Tricks aren't my forte. Just skill."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mako somehow manages to defend against the speed of her opponent, her body almost reacting on its own! Medusa is quite startled that this teenager could track an attack that the legendary monster could not. And now Mako has three hands!? "Mako managed to notice and defend against that piercing blow, only to produce new appendages from her pinafore! She uses this to seize Fiora and slam her to the earth! Is this fighter even human!?" Then Fiora herself survives that crushing through and leaps back up to launch a barrage of sword strikes that appear as no more than flashes of quicksilver to the monsters' eyes. She is wanting more and more to make both of these fighters into statues. "And now Laurent has struck repeatedly with her deadly blade, leaving only traces of her movement behind, as ephemeral as the moonlight that fades upon the cursed dawn! How will Mankanshoku deal with such a flurry? Is it even possible to deal with such an attack except by hoping to survive it!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Fiora bursting into a flurry of motion, Mako lifts up her arms to protect her face, much as a boxer would by using her forearms. The blade dance attacks from multiple angles and Mako simply soaks through it, tears and cuts appearing across her Goku Uniform as well as her exposed skin. Being accustomed to pain, she pays the injuries little mind and simply waits for an opening.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"There!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Declaring her opening, Mako ... doesn't move her arms at all. Her left sleeve however swings out from inside her jacket, weilding a crowbar, and swings the gold-colored weapon in an upward arc straight for Fiora's chin during her dance-like assault.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the end of the upward swinging arc, the sleeve-hand releases the crowbar and Mako catches it in her own left hand, giving the improvised weapon a twirl before returning her attention to her opponent.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora catches a good one, that's for sure. Just what on earth is that thing she's wearing, anyway? Not much time to figure that out, unfortunately, as she's knocked down by that heavy blow. She gets quickly to her feet, and spits out a bit of blood. "Hnn. I see." No sense in playing her game, while her opponent just counters everything she does. She doesn't get frustrated, and instead tries another approach. She draws her parrying dagger behind her back, and quickly tosses it at her opponent. She's only done so as a distraction, however.<br /><br />She grabs it in mid-air, as she lunges in again, and lashes out with both weapons, the sword and dagger aiming themselves, hopefully at some more vulnerable areas.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako uses more trickery! Maybe it's magic? She produces an unusual lever-like weapon from somewhere and wields it upon her foe! "What's this!? In addition to being able to conjure limbs, Makanshoku can also conjure weapons that she then wields with them! This is most definitely wizardry of some kind! It is possible that she is in possession of a magic item of some kind! She swungs at Fiora and strikes true, right in the face!" Then Fiora demonstrates a skill Medusa only sees among exceptional hunters who come to Bernhard Castle, the precise and rapid throwing of daggers... But no, it's something even more amazing, because then Fiora grabs it right back out of the air and attacks with BOTH weapons! "Fiora continues to impress with her speed and dexterity! She throws a knife of some sort but then catches it right back out of the air before it reaches its target, and wields both that and her sword simultaneously to lunge forth and strike! How can a human move like that!?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pro tip: A crowbar isn't a very good fencing weapon. The dagger comes in and Mako swipes at it with her makeshift weapon, a clear miss when the knife is suddenly caught and its trajectory changes. Thrown off balance, Mako bounces on one foot for a moment, making an awkward noise, before she's straight up impaled. The dagger catches a bit less flesh than the sword, tangling up in the crimson threads of the girl's Goku Uniform, though the sword pierces right through and out the other side in a spray of crimson blood and glittering crimson motes from damaged Life Fibers.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ghn..!" That one hurt. The girl isn't about to give in, though. Eyes jerking downward at Fiora, so close, and her smile widens. That alone tells the story: This close is probably not a good idea.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The left sleeve snaps out in an attempt to wrap its beefy hand around the fencer's middle, simply to hold her in place while Mako herself pulls back enough to unseat herself from the sword. But then she's right back in punching range, jabbing with both fists in a rapid-fire working over of the fencer's upper body that ends with her right-arm sleeve balling up into a fist and striking hard enough that the left hand is forced to drop her.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ey~ ey~ ey~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora has never liked the brawler types, and certainly doesn't enjoy having to fight them. But, she's taking the tournament quite seriously. She doesn't try to stay in range, however, and is quick to dash backward, cutting at the sleeve that attempts to wrap around her. She at least ensures it doesn't, and uses her sword to deflect most of the blows, though a few find their mark. "Nh.. Two can play at that.."<br /><br />Fiora flourishes her sword, the arm holding it twisting like a coiled snake, ready to strike. And strike it does, the silver of her sword blue of movement, as is the rest of her arm. Thrusting over and over, with the intention of piercing through those defenses. She isn't just lashing out at random, each blow seemingly aimed.. Somehow, despite how random it might seem, the woman able to control where she wants the tip of that blade to go.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mako is once more forced on the defensive, shielding her face with her forearms while her left sleeve balls up against her side, absorbing the majority of the blows aimed at her body. Though it's cloth, and tears, the glittering crimson Life Fibers within reveal the source of her clothing's unnatural durability. The clover in Mako's teeth bounces upward when her grin returns.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's pretty fun, isn't it? This is what a fight really should be!"<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her right sleeve dives into her coat once again, unfastening something and then drawing out a long golden rod, curled slightly in a curious way. This is no ordinary weapon-- It's a length of pipe. And at the end, glittering in the light, is the unmistakable shape of a sink. With her arms and left sleeve focused on defense, Mako's right sleeve rears back with this impromptu weapon and then swings it forward in an enormous arc, sweeping the entire area in front of her, "A knock-down, drag out fight to the finish! C'mon, I'm the president of Fight Club, don't expect me to go easy on you~!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the Fighting Club President seems to take some serious damage! "Mako is IMPALED! And there is much glorious blood! And... Glitter! ...So much glitter. But Mankanshoku does not appear to be defeated yet, as she retaliates with a flurry of fists!" And then the swordswoman slices and dices Mako! "And Fiora retaliates with blows so fast they seem to trail ghostly images! Such speed has not been seen by these eyes in thousands of years at least! The swordswoman strikes again and again!" And then Mako pulls out a sink! "Is that...? What... What is that!? Is it some sort of strange chair? Yes! That must be it! Mako Mankashoku has picked up a chair! What is she going to do with it!? Is she going to ATTACK with it!? No, she couldn't be! BUT SHE IS! She strikes her foe with the chair! How brutal!" Medusa turns as someone from the tournament runs up next to her, shielding his eyes, and whispers to her. "What? A sink? Ah, a wash basin! I retract my claim of it being a chair! But it was still a brutal strike!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fun.. I suppose."<br /><br />Fiora rolls her shoulders, "Nor shall I go easy. Nor am I." Fiora, still, has to manage to evade this new.. weapon. She does, somewhat, but it catches her in the side, and sends her rolling off to one side. "That clothing you're wearing certainly seems special." She lunges again, lashing out at the girl's more exposed areas with her sword.<br /><br />With the tide of the fight swinging away from her favor, she seems intent on evening the playing field, a little bit. Her attack is very precise, and might prove quite painful, if not immediately damaging.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the backswing of her unorthodox weapon, Mako releases the pipe and lets it sail out of her sleeve's hand, discarding the sink and pipe to bounce to a halt several yards away. Her hands dive into her coat's numerous interior pockets while the sleeve-hands raise, fingers splayed out menacingly. Despite the front displayed, Fiora's blade finds an opening, nicking in between coat and body with a distinctive snick sound that causes the girl to wince, blood escaping down her side at an alarming rate. Something important was cut!<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One eye closes, though Mako isn't one to give in and her smile is ever-present. Her hands swing outward, abandoning the apparent goal of digging out more weapons, and her feet simply dig in with those spike-toothed geta sandals. Given the short distance, she gives very little warning when she suddenly surges forward, right hand drawn back like a loaded weapon. At kissing distance, she thrusts her right fist forward with all her strength. It's enough to scatter motes of dust and small stones even behind the swordswoman. In the distant Devil's Hand mountain formation, there's a sudden impact, stamping the stone with a large starburst shape surrounding four big block letters: MAKO<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora coughs, and falls to her knee, in the wake of the attack. ".. Nngh. That's enough. I don't think I can stand. I concede." The woman slumps back, onto her backside, and lets out a tired sigh. "I suppose that's it, then."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It seems that Fiora has likewise caught the scent of blood in the air, as she is aiming for those areas previously left exposed by her expert strikes, in an attempt to weaken her opponent through blood loss and pain! Glorious!" Medusa is really getting into this. Especially with the increasingly serious injuries being suffered. What? She's a monster. "Mako may be bleeding and in pain, but she has now unleashed some ridiculously strong attack that has left the impression of her name on the mountain! The sheer enormity of the blow blasts Fiora so hard that she stumbles and falls to one knee! Too tired to continue, the fearsome sworswoman concedes defeat! Mako Mankanshoku is hereby the winner!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Medusa was thinking of making one or both of them a statue but is no longer certain she wants to tangle with them. Who knew mortals out in the Multiverse could be so incredibly strong!?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:191|Mako Mankanshoku (191)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing with her arm extended, Mako remains still for several moments while it sinks in. She slowly returns to a more normal stance, arms dropping to her sides while she stares down at her kneeling foe. It's another long several moments before Mako's left sleeve raises, wiping across her forehead while she lets out a "Whew..!" sound.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wasting no further time, Mako drops down onto her butt right beside the swordswoman, her sleeve-arm wrapping around her midsection to staunch her own bleeding. Her regular hands raise up, fingers wiggling, "I wasn't sure if I was hurting you, you're really strong!" One hand pulls out the top of her blouse while the other dives in. Seconds later, she fishes out a battered bento box far too large to have any business being down her top, then sets it in her lap. Almost gingerly the lid is lifted. The top partition is also removed, stuffed full of rice and fried croquettes, which she offers towards Fiora with one hand while the other picks up another croquette from the bottom partition, already stuffing it into her mouth.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:824|Fiora Laurent (824)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fiora can't help but chuckle a bit, "Thank you, but no, I don't think it's food I need. Rest, perhaps. Now that I'm seated, I don't think I can move." She lets out a sigh, "I'm certainly not as young as you are, anymore."<br> <br><br />
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|Location=WMAT Arena - Northern Mountains<br />
|Synopsis=Geralt vs. Stein in the WMAT Bracket B semi-finals!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here it is, the semi-finals. It's cold up here, in these Northern Mountains, but it only serves to remind Geralt of home, of the icey winters spent in Kaer Morhen. The Witcher, in his usual leather and chain armor, his paired swords crossed over his back, has been directed to the arena. It's a rather tranquil setting, with a pleasant running brook, ancient trees and the verdant smell of the forest. His white hair, tied back, lashes here and there in the breeze. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He's come this far and he's managed to prevail, often only by the skin of his teeth. This new opponent - Franken Stein - won't be any easier than the others. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When Stein arrives, Geralt nods to him. He's quiet and taciturn, sure, but he understands the concept of honor in a duel, even if the person is covered in stitches and might not be human as Geralt understands the term. After all, he's not considered human by many either. "May the best man win," he says, and he draws his steel blade.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Franken Stein is here in his typical labcoat, patchwork sweater, slacks, etc. Not designed for cold weather, but not TERRIBLE for it either. He's smoking a cigarette as he commonly does when he arrives, takes the time to look over his opponent. Similar hair colors, similar heights, but there the similarities end. Stein is a lot lankier-looking, and less warrior-seeming. Also, Stein's eyes don't glow. They're dull, gray.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt's eyes remind Stein of Medusa, so he's already a bit on-guard. "'Best' in what way though, I wonder." he responds. If it's best in terms of morality, or worthiness, then Stein probably wouldn't win, even if he assumed a simple pronouncement that such qualities would necessitate victory had some power over the fight to come instead of being a simple formal state, ambiguous on in intent and sincerity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But best combatant? Best thinker and planner? Best at adapting to changing circumstances?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe those would decide victory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though it seems strongly as though simple luck plays a factor. For a moment, Stein wonders if he can gather enough data to predict luck itself. Maybe if he finds 'Lady Luck' and cuts her up, the truth will be inside of her somewher.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hahaha how stupid. All that over a traditional pre-battle statement.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein grins, clenching his teeth around his cigarette as smoke hisses between them and wreaths his head in a skull-shaped cloud.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It's just a saying," Geralt replies, voice gravelly. He begins to circle Franken Stein, his blade held in one hand. He's leaving his other hand free, for whatever reason, despite having a second sword. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Witcher moves slowly, like he's trying to anticipate the movements of a beast, keeping his unsettling eyes on Franken Stein. He barely even seems to blink. He turns his blade in a circle quickly, rotating his wrist, to see if it catches his opponent off-guard, to see if they flinch. Leaves crunch beneath his boots. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It appears that the movement with his sword was a distraction though, because Geralt brings his free hand up - his fingers dancing a little expression - and he blasts his opponent with a brief burst of flame. It's unlikely to hurt too bad, although it might singe a few eyebrows. Mindgames.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein does not appear to be reacting to the blade tricks, keeping an eye on his opponent to try to gauge his attacks by observing his movements alone. However, that doesn't help with something like magic, which doesn't necessarily have a visual cue tied to body language, or if it does, there is at least little warning before it makes itself evident that that's what it is. The mad scientist charges forward, leaping and trying to roll under the flame burst, but he winds up getting caught in the back... Even as he comes rolling across the ground and coming to a stop in front of Geralt, in a crouch. Stein holds his hand in an eagle-claw position and then tries to strike his opponent in the side. But he's also observing the entire time, keen not just to counter-attacks, but evasion and defense.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even in the middle of a fight that has left the back of his labcoat blackened in the first exchange, he's studying the one he's battling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt darts back as Franken Stein charges towards him. Geralt swings high with his blade, but Franken Stein ducks beneath it. Geralt's already preparing to swing the blade down, but Franken slams his palm into his side. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Did that clip a nerve or pressure point? Even through the leather armor, that smarts! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt flourishes his blade at Franken Stein, leaping back and away as he does. He needs a second or two to catch his breath, that blow having winded him for the moment. He's a hard one to gauge, he doesn't seem to emote much, or have much in the way of readable body language. Those glowing eyes are ominous though, reminiscent of a hunting cat. One thing is clear though, he's wary. That palm strike apparently caught him off-guard.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blade flourish sliced across Stein's right shoulder, cutting the labcoat relatively easily, and drawing blood. Stein is a close range combatant, but analysis of his opponent is important as well. So if he wants to keep up momentum instead of being the one forced onto the defensive, he has to condut his analysis while he fights. That takes sharp senses, a sharp mind, and the skill to even make the attempt feasible. Staggering around trying to learn an opponent's moves in the middle of battle is a good way to get beaten up or worse.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe this is a non-lethal tournament, something Stein has needed those close to him to remind him of more than once, but though he is keeping control of himself well now, he still aims for vital locations when he attacks. Especially if they're painful. Pain is a good deterrent against continuing a course of action for most people, after all~!<br /><br />Thus, even as he suffers injury, Stein surges forth, leaves forming a 'corridor' in the air to mark his passage as the speedy veteran tries to land a punch next... However he seemingly overextends himself with the punch so much he falls forward... On purpose. To bring one foot over his head while he supports himself on the other foot and his free hand for a kick aimed at Geralt's face!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt isn't the only one capable of feints, after all!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt steps back as Stein surges forwards, keeping his footwork precise. The punch slips past Geralt's nose, but then the kick finds that same point. Geralt ducks back, snorting out blood, and watches Stein for a moment or two. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, well," Geralt says, setting himself and his blade into a guard stance. "You're a tricky one," he says, stepping forwards. He whirls the blade around his head, and lets fly with a dazzling blow. He's still trying to suss his opponent out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Geralt backs up, Stein stands up from the crouch he lands in after his kick, and tugs at the cuffs of his labcoat, loosening them up. He can't perform Soul Analysis upon Geralt like he could of someone from his world, but he thinks he has enough data. Surely, not all there is to know about his opponent. There are probably going to be many more surprises and skills displayed. "Okay, I think it's time to get more serious."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Geralt dashes in and strikes at Stein, it seems the fact that Geralt is a skilled swordsman is not one of those surprises, because Stein manages to turns aside and attempts to palm-strike the flat of the blade to knock it away as he moves in closer and tries to drive his other hand into Geralt's belly with far more force than one might expect from someone with a build like his. But maybe in those loose sleeves is a lot of unseen muscle.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a simple attack, but if it lands, potentially an effective one.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Then come at me," Geralt says, pointing the tip of his blade at Stein. He moves to strike, but Stein is faster. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Stein just palms the blade to one sie, and then drives his hand into Geralt's abdomen. Even through the chain armor there, Geralt feels the air /whoof/ out of his lungs, and he feels something deep in his gut shift where it probably shouldn't be shifting. He gags, falling back and spluttering. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then Geralt turns, the fingers in his free hand dancing, and he lets fly with a blast of magical force. The Aard sign, with enough strength to blast a door from its hinges, the air rippling in its wake!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, the inability to predict what's coming from the magical arsenal of an unknown opponent results in Stein only being able to bring his arms up to try to blunt the blow or keep it from his face, and nothing more defensively, as he is hurled off his feet and sent tumbling dozens of feet across the ground, until he comes to a stop via hitting a tree with the back of his head. His opponent is no slouch despite Stein's successes thus far, and as expected, has more to him than just swords and flames.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein whips around as he stands and slams his leg into the tree he ran into, splintering the trunk in a blow that seems to trail yellow electricity. The tall tree falls towards Geralt, its branches adding furth girth to it beyond just the trunk. But it's the trunk that Stein is running along the top of, already having relocated there before the tree even hits the ground.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The back of his head feels a bit wet, probably with blood, and there's pain in his skull as well in his body in general from the shockwave he got hit with.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he's still up and fighting with minimal impairment. Things that come with high pain tolerance and knowledge of your body's limits: You know exactly how far you can push it and in what ways, without being hindered by petty things like 'survival instincts'. Pain is there to help ensure survival. If you know the pain doesn't indicate an injury sufficient to threaten survival, it can be slotted under the 'don't give a shit' mental column. Which appears to be what Stein has done as he comes barreling down out of the air after leaping from the falling tree, to try to land behind Geralt and strike him from behind with an electrically-infused series of kicks and punches that may leave stinging pain beyond the blows themselves in their wake if they connect.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt darts to the side to avoid that falling tree trunk. It's that quick movement that gives him a glimpse of Stein as he runs along the top of it, and as Stein leaps down, Geralt is already turning to meet him. Geralt rolls with the blows, the electrical shocks managing to slip through the leather and metal and leave him twitching. However, the blows aren't nearly as bad as they could have been, if Geralt hadn't managed to catch on to what Stein was trying. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The twitching dies down into a stinging pain, running down his arms to the tips of his fingers. Urgh, it's like magic. The worst thing to fight against. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt lashes out with his blade, again and again, turning and twisting and arching himself to land his blows on Stein wherever he can. The Witcher is fast and the steel blade is so well-practiced with that it acts like an extension of Geralt's own limb! The evening light glints off the blade, catching it here and there.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sword slices dice up Stein's skin pretty good. He isn't able to evade that attack at this range, after launching a furious assault of his own. But again, he understands pain and his body's limits, and pushes through the suffering. Even so, taking too many more attacks like that would be bad news for him. His opponent was able to adjust position quickly after noticing the doctor's avenue of attack, and minimize the damage taken... Just as Stein has adapted to his foe, can his foe in turn adapt to him? How interesting...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein rushes forward, into range of that dangerous blade. Perhaps a foolish act, but the blow that comes at Geralt is one that may last longer than the blow itself in terms of effect on the battle... As Stein attempts to drive his Soul Wavelength into his opponent in an electrical spasm of amplified spirit energy to deal internal damage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not lethal, of course! ...If treated when this is over.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If the attack misses, the air between the two will sizzle with the golden arcs of power that almost went INTO Geralt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As Franken Stein rushes forwards, Geralt shifts his stance and grips his blade in both hands. It's an unusual maneuver for a Witcher, since they usually leave one hand free to cast signs, but Geralt thrusts the blade out with both hands - hopefully, it'll connect! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of course, as Geralt does so, Stein unleashes his spirit energy upon him. Geralt is affected by magical means the same as anything else. Sure, poeple say Witchers don't have souls, but that's just rumor and hearsay. Geralt spasms in the grip of that golden power and he ducks back again, trying to get out of the line of fire. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hmm, Geralt frowns. He's feeling a bit strange...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt's blade rams through Stein's left side, dealing serious damage. Even Stein has to react to harm of that level. Bleeding heavily from the injury, he attempts to drive his foot into Geralt's jaw, while trying to clamp his hands down on his opponent's shoulders. With the blade impaling Stein's torso like that (which is really not good for his health in any way whatsoever and hurts like hell), it can't exactly be swung at him again, and unless Geralt lets go of his weapon, or has some other trick up his sleeve, that may prevent his opponent from escaping the attack coming at him.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein's gritting his teeth now, his gray eyes getting a bit more of a strained look to them as he deals with not only the pain, but also the enjoyment of causing pain to others.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's a bit of a sadist, you see.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The blow slams into Geralt's jaw, whipping his head around. The hands on his shoulder impede his ability to yank his blade free. So, as Stein surmised, Geralt lets go of his weapon. he ducks back, stars blinking at the corners of his vision, and makes a sign with his hand <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The power of Aard builds there, until Geralt is sure that his arm will explode from the strain. Stein might be straining and tired, but so is Geralt. He's an old man. He might be a Witcher, with longer life than many, but he's still getting on in years. And if Stein is a sadist, then that makes him a monster... <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...and Geralt excels at stopping monsters. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt raises his hand and thrusts his palm at his opponent. The Aard sign roars free - he had hit Stein with one before, but this one makes that one seem like a gentle wind! Branches snap in its wake and the nearby brook seems to ripple from the unleashed sign!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's okay, Stein knows that acting upon his sadistic impulses isn't acceptable. That he has to control himself. Even if he hasn't done so well at that in a few matches so far. But whether he's a monster or not in terms of morality, he certainly can come across as one in terms of physical ability. Even after Geralt stabbed him in the side, and had to leave his sword there, and then blasted him backwards, with the doctor failing his attempt to roll with the attack, he gets back up when he finally comes to a stop. At least the blade fell out during all that.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He does have to try a bit harder to return to his feet, sitting up gradually with a grunt, and rubbing his ruffle-haired head as he peers at his opponent. His glasses fell off with that last one too. Stein finally spits out his cigarette, and crushes the burning cylinder under his own hand as she gets up into a standing position.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're pretty strong. I'm glad I've gotten the opportunity to gather data on you." Injuries aside, anyway. And he can enjoy getting the agony of getting cut up himself as well, so not even that is a total downside. The mad scientist settles down into a fighting stance even as blood continues to pour from his wound. Little lines of energy, unseen to the eyes of most, start stitching the wound closed internally while he fights. It won't heal him exactly, but it will keep him from bleeding out.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And it's not an automatic process, but one that requires concentration. So compartmentalizing his own mind, he puts the focus for maintaining the Soul Sutures into one part of his consciousness, and focuses on the fight with the rest. And with that focus, he charges in once more, attempting to deal exterior damage with another burst of his Soul Wavelength in electrified form, accompanying a palm strike right over Geralt's solar plexus.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah?" Geralt replies to Stein, watching him carefully. He reaches up and behind, drawing his silver blade. It seems to sing as it comes free, sharp and well-made. "Well, not so bad yourself. Not so keen on that look in your eyes, though." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt glances to his steel blade. Yeah, too far to get to easily. He brings his silver blade up, gesturing to Stein with a bit of a salute. Geralt's medallion vibrates in response to the magic being utilized. That explains a lot. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How he hates fighting magic. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Stein charges in, planting his palm against Geralt's chest. The air /whoofs/ out of his lungs and Geralt falls back, spluttering. Bleeding from the nose, a busted lip from where he had been kicked in the face, Geralt is getting put through the ringer tonight! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But then he takes a quick half-step forwards, and slashes out with his silver sword!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not many people do," he responds to the comment about his eyes. "Yours remind me of some unpleasant things as well."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The silver sword finds its mark a moment later! And that mark is the limb that Stein holds up to take the injury in his place. He is being pushed to his limits in this fight, and his tactic of sacrificing his own body to secure counter-attacks or put himself in a more advantageous position seems to be part of it. Though his opponent's skill, determination, and unpredictability is also a rather large portion of it as well. Stein has a problem. Which is that his attacks become easier to read the longer a fight goes on. Even now, as he takes the sword strike to his arm despite the grievous damage and the impairment to the limb, it's a tactic he has already used, and may continue to use since by this point he's already taken so much damage that he has to follow this course through to the end.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he's willing to get totally trashed to win, then backpedalling now will only give his opponent an advantage, by leaving Stein on the defensive. He has to keep attacking at this point, rely on his pain tolerance and endurance, and keep watching for an opening. If there's a chance to evade, of course, he will. But right now? Right now he tries to grab the sword stabbing into his arm.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And because it's made of silver, and silver conducts electricity better than copper even does... Well.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*CRACKLE* is the only warning that Geralt gets if Stein successfully grabbed the weapon, before another of those electrical attacks comes surging up along the blade, and into its wielder's body.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mm," Geralt grunts in response, preparing his sword for another strike. He's wavering a bit on his feet and a lesser man might not be able to stand after repeated magical blows but Geralt is infused with Witcher alchemy. And, on top of that, he's just really, really stubborn. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Frankly, he doesn't expect for someone to grab the blade of his sword. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He certainly doesn't expect them to direct an electrical current down it. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For a few moments, Geralt's body goes rigid as the electricity flows into him! He spasms in the grip of the coursing energy, and then he wavers on his feet. And, with one muttered curse, Geralt drops to the ground, face first, smoking faintly. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Franken Stein wins!<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/10/09<br />
|Location=WMAT Arena - Yunzabit Heights<br />
|Synopsis=Samar vs. Fate in the Bracket C semi-finals!<br />
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|Cast of Characters=401, 494, 582<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The semifinals. Samar's boasting in the beginning of the tournament has turned out not to have fallen flat on its face; here she is, just a few more steps away from absolute victory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, the leader of the Abyssals expected nothing less of herself, but there have been a number of close calls during this tournament. There's likely no small amount of fortune on her side to ensure she's here today.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Battleship-Symbiotic Princess waits in the cold winds of Yunzabit Heights, still sprawled on the back of her hulking symbiote as always. The chilling breeze sends her long hair fluttering, but she doesn't seem to care about the temperature; probably the result of not really being alive, probably helped by the hot red steam seeping from her symbiote's mouth like a hellish furnace.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her expression remains stern as she awaits the arrival of her opponent, still as focused and determined as ever in the face of her next battle.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Conversely, Fate Testarossa has boasted very little. Not at all in fact. Many fights with the blonde ended just as they began, in stone icy silence. Having clawed her way through fight after fight on sheer determination, will, and the desire to prove herself for her friends and family.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And now here she is, gearing up for her next fight. Fate has had very little contact with the Abyssals, almost ironic how in spite of factional ties, her first time meeting Samar is on the battlefield. Still, there's little need to wait long for Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's already here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perched high atop the loftiest spire of the rocky crags, the small blonde stands ready, Bardiche, the black axe-shaped Device clasped in one small hand, cape whipping almost wildly in the vicious winds, scarlet gaze staring down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What serves as a broadcast booth, for this particular battle, is little more than some hastily salvaged, corrugated metal, set into a nook in the unforgiving terrain. Sheltered, but still beholden to the elements. Within, the Wo-class aircraft carrier that would be familiar to some sits, alongside what seems to be a whale-like creature with two rows of disturbingly human-like teeth, and around the size of a small horse. The latter is perched upon a chair by its tail fluke, and while it would not normally have any reason to, grasps a microphone in what seems to be a gross approximation of a hand, formed of flabby, grey flesh. Somehow, even more curiously, it has a fedora perched upon the top of its bulbous head, a 'PRESS' pass inserted into the band.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, the entire area around the booth seems to have a golden glow around it, from the inhabitants' passively luminous selves. It seems to waver in intensity, depending on the emotions of the Abyssal ships within, including a Tsu-class light cruiser further inside apparently working the electronics deftly, despite having humongous, gloved hands. The creature with the microphone, a late model I-class, once again begins to speak, sending the message across the air waves as well as locally, via somewhat tinny loudspeakers. "Welcome to the WMAT semi-finals! Tonight we have two names that are rapidly becoming familiar to the listeners at home: Fate Testarossa, having dethroned our previous champ-een on the way to this round! But standing in the way is the terror from the deep, Samar, that has made her presence felt just as strongly! The combatants are taking their places!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It takes a few moments for Samar to notice Fate perched on that spire; having not expected her opponent to arrive so high up, her attention was more focused on the horizon. Still, when she does notice the small blonde high above, her symbiote lifts its eyeless head up with a mechanical groan, almost of curiosity. "...well," Samar intones, speaking up so that her voice can echo through the frigid peaks, "I'm glad to see you're as punctual as I am. I hope you're also ready for a battle like this..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote's main cannons on its bulky shoulders rotate up toward the mountain's peak, clanking into place once they lock on to Fate's position.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's deep red eyes narrow to sinister slits. "...because I have no intention of falling now that I'm here."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The second that the fight is announced to start, Samar opens fire. Already she's aiming with her main cannons, blasting two shells straight for Fate with powerful reports that ring through the mountains. The detonations of those shells may be scaled down to match the guns' size, but even that grenade-like explosion is going to be rough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mn..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Punctual is one thing, but talkative is a wholly different game. Fate waits for the signal, locking scarlet gaze with the Abyssal Princess without a word. And then comes the signal- and the barrage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The spire Fate was on seconds ago is easily, wholly, and completely eradicated; stone and earth pulverized to dust and ash, the resultant explosions blossoming outwards ina fiery conflagration. The found Fate makes- something between a hiss and a grunt- is lost wholly in the explosive report. And so is Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the fires die down, she just simply isn't there anymore. The Snakt-KSH of machinery somewhat off to the side is the only hint where she may be.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cloak in tatters already, Barrier Jacket scorched and burned badly, one gauntlet wholly mangled, Fate ignores the slow creep of blood running down her forehead as she pushes herself at high speed- a blur of black and gold rushing from the dark smoke. That axe Device snaps back, cracklling to life with a blazing golden light taking on the form of a scythe blade. Bardiche's revolver cylinder cycles once before expending a cartridge with a mechanical ka-CHUNK releasing the internalized magical energies into that blade.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her voice is quiet, almost drowned out by her own speed as she raises that blade, aiming straight for Samar herself, rather than her mount: "I don't either." Whispered icily as she swings, a stroke fast and hard enough to make the air -crack- audibly from the cutting stroke.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fedora-wearing late model I-class resumes announcing, after the preparations and the battle start beacon, "There's the signal. We're off! Samar spares no time or mercy with her long range, opening shelling." The sounds of the large caliber cannon blasts briefly overwhelm the voice commentary, before the excited speech resumes, "As expected of a battleship!" The softer voice of Wo adds, helpfully, "...looks painful. Was that - it? No...Fate emerges, damaged but - reso-lute." The more boisterous voice adds, "Indeed! A return stroke of her weapon, and with such blinding speed! A compelling match up of grace and brute force!" The glow from the broadcast booth-slash-fallout shelter increases as the I-class bounces up and down on its tail fluke, excitedly jostling the microphone, and causing a small amount of feedback before the Wo-class settles it down with a steadying hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate can't be taken out just from that. Even Samar, as full of herself as she may be, can't even think that. How could the girl have ever made it to the semifinals if something like that could defeat her?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Princess' senses are on high alert, a fact that lets her catch that mechanical noise and whirl around to see Fate speeding toward her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is probably the first time anyone has tried directly attacking /her/ so quickly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fortunately, Samar isn't a pushover herself. Her hand thrusts out to grab the scythe as it swings toward her, and though she jolts back to brace her opposite elbow against her mount's head and strains to keep the weapon away, she manages not to get fully impaled; the point just pierces into her chest, right where her heart would be. Assuming she had one.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar grits her teeth, but she's quick to retaliate and try to emerge from this awkward position. She twists away from the blade to grab the scythe with her other hand, and then, pushing her inhuman strength into the motion, she stands and spins further to /throw/ the smaller girl down to the ground in front of the symbiote, releasing Fate's weapon at the peak of her throw with a sharp shout of exertion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If anything can be said about Fate Testarossa, it's that her speed is her strength. That speed is downright inhuman, and it's carried her through the tournament thus far. Of course her issue arises when faced with opponents of greater physical strength.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For an instant, Fate is nearly nose to nose with Samar, staring at her eyes, when her swing is arrested.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then scarlet eyes widen as her momentum is halted jarringly- and then twisted and turned against her. Grabbing Bardiche by the blade is like trying to grab lightning, but the more solid construction of the Device is easier to grasp, and the resultant mighty hevaing SWING flings the tiny blonde like a ragdoll, tumbling to land cratering the ground from the force.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To her credit, she recovers well. Staggering to feet with a breathless grunt, before she bolts. Literally.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Backpedalling at first, before flinging herself upwards in a mighty leap, carried on by high speed flight spell, the blonde is doing her very best to ignore the steed and go for the rider, heaving her scythe to cut harmlessly at the air. ... Or so it seems.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[ARC SABER.]</span> Bardiche pings, smooth and low, the scythe blade detaching and flying like a boomerang of crackling voltaic energy, spinning like a buzzsaw, aimed for Samar herself once more.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[SABER EXPLODE.]</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's a little more self explanitory, when it suddenly erupts with a violent concussive force of an electrical explosion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the broadcast booth, the male voice skips a few times, before grinding to a brief stop, as though a tape recorder had jammed. The I-class in the fedora somehow looks confused for a moment, tapping on the microphone as though that might help, before the Tsu-class comes up behind and gives it a firm WHACK on the back. With this, the voice whirrs back, "--it takes all of Samar's strength to keep from being run through by Fate's speed! Ladies and gentlemen, the rumors that the Abyssal princess is heartless are true, judging by that wound." "To our kind," the Wo-class carrier notes, apparently playing the part of color commentator, "...it's, not that bad." The male voice resumes, "Anatomy lessons aside, Fate is cast aside, her smaller frame seemingly a liability, before she catches herself. It seems she's maintaining her strategy to focus on Samar, herself. The atmosphere is electric, literally, as she sends a charged attack right back at her!" The loudspeakers crackle at the explosion, the electronics able to repel the interference, at least for now, thanks to being FCC-approved.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar, at least, has a little more time to react now. Now standing on the back of her mount, her gaze remains fixed on Fate's recovery, watching and planning for the girl's next move. The cable extending from the back of her neck down to the symbiote's chest is almost strained with the distance, but at least she still has room to move around on her own.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again Fate aims right for her; as expected, given her immediate focus. This time, though, the symbiote is there to retaliate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One bulky arm lifts up to intercept the blade, and the scythe stabs into its open palm before the creature closes its hand around that same blade. The next explosion crackles electricity between the beast's fingers, but it endures: once its hand opens again to lower to the ground, a very large chunk of pale flesh is clearly blasted away from its palm, but strangely, not a drop of blood comes from the ghostly wound.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fire!" Samar's forceful command comes just a second before the battery of anti-air guns on the symbiote's torso flare to life. Several artillery blasts are sent into the air toward Fate, blasting around her as if she were a warplane instead of a young girl.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After that recovery, Fate wastes no time catching her breath. She can't, when those high powered guns and artillery have already taught her a valuable lesson of just how much damage they can cause, right at the start of the match. But once again, Fate takes refuge in the audacious; choosing to fly through the AA fire rather than let it pin her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This requires she be on a whole new level of speed... And she blurs. Body jinking and weaving, twisting and making snap-changes in direction that would be bone-jarring, or even dangerous, she floats through the withering storm like a leave in a gale, emerging on the otherside with several new gashes from some terribly close calls as she stops herself short, one hand extended forward, mere feet away from the princess, fingers spread. The act forms a sigil upon the air, a large runic spell circle of Mid-Childan calculations, flaring to life in vibrant gold, as she lifts her Device in her other hand. Compared to Samar's authoritive voice, Fate's is little more than a whispered breath.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Fire..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the spell complete she RAMS Bardiche through the center of the spell circle, unleashing a torrent of electrical energy in a focused beam, aimed for both rider and symbiote mount.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within the booth, the excitable male voice that has been granted to the I-class blasts out from the loudspeakers, "Could this be the turning point? Fate seems to have found her footing, figuratively and otherwise. Samar's symbiote reflexively moves to shield its host from the blast, enduring a grievous wound. She is no stranger to fast, aerial opponents, however, responding with anti-air fire!" The Wo-class makes a thoughtful sound, as air bursts can be heard reporting over the radio, "...she's - too fast, though. She's...going, right through - the curtain." The other voice in the booth chimes excitedly, "She's a little dinged up, but the softly spoken response of Fate, as well as that ominously glowing sigil, shows she's not going to back down!" More crackles of electrical impulses can be heard, even over the local public announce speakers, as this broadcasting equipment must be really well-shielded to withstand it. Between the interference, "--a beam attack!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Such speed...!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar struggles to keep up with Fate's rapid movement, eyes narrowed in focus as she lowers herself onto the back of her symbiote again. Whatever Fate's about to do, surely her symbiote should be able to block it, right?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate lands, and the symbiote's endurance is tested as it braces against the earth. Its fingers dig into the ground, even as it's pushed back from the blazing force of that beam. Samar stays ducked behind the beast, using its vastly sturdier frame to endure the torrent of energy as long as it can. Black metal is dented and twisted, but soon, the beast pushes through with a deep, foghorn-like bellow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a lumbering gorilla, the symbiote lopes forward on its arms, charging toward Fate in a relentless fury. Still steaming from her attack, the symbiote nonetheless plows onward before lifting its giant fist.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With all of its weight behind it, the beast delivers a massive punch straight for Fate as it tumbles to a halt in the snow.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's clearly a battle of speed against strength, and in such a case only one thing will determine who withstands each assault.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whoever can endure it more.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In Fate's case, she's already waning, panting from being forced to weather the prior salvos instead of evading them as she would have preferred. She should outpace Samar's mount, but the symbiote also has SIZE on her. And when that fist reels back, with no way to turn, Fate once again raises her hand. A similar sigil from a moment ago, but this time for a different purpose.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When that fist slams against it... It holds. The shield spell eating the shock and force, visibly jarring the girl behind it as hairline fractures start to form on the rune, like glass. Those fractures spiderweb rapidly, splitting the spell in half before it smashes with an audible CRASH, splintering into a million gleaming fragments of mana, before the blow connects more solidly with Fate herself.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl takes that force in eerie silence, sent flying uncontrolled through the air for a moment before she hits a nearby spire of rock-- landing horizontally in a crouch, palm against the cliff face. This is not working in her favor.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Multiple orbs of golden light form around her, surrounded by vibrant rings as the spheres change chape into crackling electrical arrowheads. And then more form. And more. And more and more and more, until there are almost a hundred of them hovering in the air behind her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[PHOTON LANCER PHALANX SHIFT.]</span> Bardiche declares. As Fate shows she is going nearly all out already for this fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fire..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, just a soft whisper, before the sky resounds with thunder, the golden projectiles screaming through the air like lightning in a withering storm.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a few moments, the PA system at the broadcast booth seems to correct for the ongoing electrical issues, the male voice of the I-class describing, "Fate's electric beam collides with Samar's symbiote, full force. But, it tanks it willingly, like a Frankenstein's monster welcoming the spark of life!" As the symbiote's roar echoes through the cliffs and rifts, there is a momentary pause in the commentary, as both the Wo-class carrier and Tsu-class cruiser turn to look at the hat-wearing I-class, questioningly. The male voice mumbles, a bit more self-consciously, "--too much of a reach on that simile? Okay."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the moment is over, however, the descriptions of the action resume, the male voice returning to form, "The symbiote charges its assailant, aiming to flatten her with its humongous fist! Fate, quick as she is, still has time to raise a shield...but it only can absorb some of the momentum, the rest sending her flying." At the sight of all the golden spheres, which begin to transform, the Wo-class comments softly, "...hundreds of attacks. --feels familiar." The male voice confirms, "Yes, it seems Fate is going all out! Electric projectiles, too many to count, all aimed for her opponent. Riveting!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nanoha was sturdy enough when Samar fought her; Fate is definitely proving to be similar. Not many people would be able to just tumble away and get back up again after a blow like that, but Fate, as faltering as she may be, is still /up/.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tension furrows Samar's brow and bares her teeth in a sharp frown. The symbiote stumbles into an upright position, snarling and hissing steam from its teeth. Samar watches for Fate's next move, and with an intense push of focus to her symbiote, aims several of those cannons into the air as the rising projectiles become ready to fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sky turns to a rumbling storm of explosions and lightning.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All of Samar's focus is turned to shooting down those projectiles as they rain down on her, anti-air artillery and cannon shells flying up to meet the projectiles and detonate them in mid-air. Several still strike at her symbiote, blasting against black armor and forcing Samar to duck beneath the fire, but several still detonate in midair against the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess' explosions.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soon enough, the chaos finally dies down, the air littered with clouds of gunpowder and debris. A few moments of silence grace the mountainside, but it's brief: a resounding report shatters the quiet as all six of Samar's main cannons fire their payload straight for Fate through the clouds - or at least where she remembers Fate to be before the chaos started.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No sooner than Fate unleashes that riotous storm of endless projectile fire, she's off among them, weaving through her own shots and the oncoming reply that shoots the majority of them down. By the time most of the barrage has been defused, Fate jinks violently aside in the face of those main cannons, the sheer force of their report nearly blowing her aside further as she's spun by the frighteningly near pass of shells screaming by.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweat on her browm panting heatedly. Samar isn't giving her an easy go of things, but she's still determined to push on. The Ka-CHUNK of Bardiche's revolver cylinder revving again results ina burst of steam.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[BLITZ CUTTER.]</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The butst of speed is almost instantaneous, a blur of gold where Fate was- leading to her attempt to land right on Samar's Symbiotw. Intending to land boots... Behind the Abyssal Princess to bring that scythe down again at her!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The PA system is quiet for a period, since it's doubtful their loudspeakers could overpower all the shells and projectiles exploding at once, even if they had something to add to the chaos. Once it clears off a bit, though, the I-class comments excitedly, "Samar's counter shelling to the incoming blasts seems like it is proving modestly effective. Once again, her symbiote is taking the better part of what still gets through! A pretty, and painful, show we've got going on here, folks. Better pack an umbrella!" As Samar aims at where Fate is, or at least was, the Wo-class carrier squints her glowing eyes at the billowing dust left in the wake, "--hard to see. Even...radar, would be - useless. This much, debris..." The male voice of the I-class responds, "Yes, it would be almost a miracle to hit something that small, in that maelstrom! And Fate is apparently taking advantage of it, increasing her speed to ridiculous lengths we've yet to see, as she emerges. The golden blur lands in the princess' midst, and lashes out with her scythe!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A miss. Samar curses under her breath as she looks over from the back of her symbiote to see that Fate is...mostly fine. Fine and speeding down toward her, suddenly appearing right on top of the symbiote's back!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Princess is quick to react, though, suddenly rolling aside to avoid getting directly hit by the scythe. The blade cuts into the tough metal on the beast's head, but Samar herself is fortunately spared. For the moment.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushed by determination, Samar shifts her stance on her mount so that she can spin in place, kicking out with her leg to try and knock Fate's feet right out from under her. It's a strong kick, but it's mostly all a leadup-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"NOW!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...for the symbiote to whirl around in place, trying to catch the off-balance Fate with a powerful blow of its elbow as it bellows in fury. Maybe she'll be lucky enough to catch the blonde before any shields can be deployed...maybe not. If Fate has anything on her side, it's definitely speed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That whirlaround blow is... Vicious. Fate sees it just in time, and it is only her speed and her reflexes that allow her to even react. The elbow connects, and it instantly takes the wind out of both the girl's lungs and sails. But she was already moving to follow the blow, vicious as it was- it still could have been worse, as she follows its momentum.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She still ends up on her hands and knees in the dust, clutching her ribs and gasping. But she doesn't let herself stay grounded long. As soon as she can get as much as half a breath, she hoists herself up, Bardiche spinning that revolver cylinder again... Ka-CHUNK! Ka-/CHUNK/!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The scythe's head swivels back, forming a twin pronged crossguard as the shaft shortens in length. With a crackling ZAKK of energy, the blade forms anew, blazing to life as an immense greatsword of unwieldy appearance- yet as light as a feather. Longer than she is tall and wider than the girl is at the shoulders, she heaves that immense blade, rocketing straight up with it in a monstrous uppercut swing, unleashing every ounce of power she can muster, bolstered by those extra cartridges.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"HAAAAAAAA...!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a stroke of desperation if ever there was one.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The PA speakers crackle, as the hat-donned I-class chimes, "Showing a close quarters deftness one might not expect from a dreadnought, Samar narrowly avoids getting a really bad haircut." The passage had a healthy dose of obvious exaggeration, but it's for the crowd! The Wo-class calls the other commentator out on this, "..but it - wasn't at, her hair." Undeterred, the voice continues, "Once again, it is the stalwart symbiote that takes the brunt. Both beauty and beast coordinate their movements, Samar aiming to knock Fate off-balance, where her Symbiote can finish the deed!" There is a pause, as the move ultimately ends up with Fate grounded, if only for the moment, and the I-class' mixtaped voice gasps, "Fate is DOWN, and looks hurt...but she still refuses to surrender!" Another burst of static clouds the PA's speakers, before once again clearing up, to the best of the Tsu-class technician's abilities, "Incredible, she's changed her weapon's configuration to an enormous sword, and is throwing all that remains of her strength and energy into one more surge!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's eyes snap wide at the sight of that giant sword, and her first instinct is to duck down behind her symbiote for protection.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's not entirely effective.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cleaving blade swings upward, slamming into the symbiote and carving along the armor at its front. Black metal slices open, pouring forth smoke and flames as if it were a damaged ship. The beast howls, creaking like a broken vessel and faltering back. And, in a feat very rarely seen, the symbiote and Samar are knocked upward for several feet to come crashing back down against the snow again with a tremendous SLAM.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar is more than a little rattled as she clings to the symbiote's back, but the beast is /furious/. Its mouth already pours steam as it tries to get its footing, and black ichor seeps from between its teeth to melt the snow below. Its mouth locks open, a baleful crimson glow growing brighter and brighter in the depths of its throat. The symbiote digs its fingers into the earth, and it turns to face Fate directly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the symbiote's mouth is blasted a swirling, devastating beam of red energy. All of an Abyssal's fury, hatred, sorrow, and vengeance are given agonizing form, blazing out of the creature's maw to instantly melt the snow and blaze through the earth below. Like a rabid beast cornered, all of the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess' rage is sent outward in that one retaliation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is it. Fate has devoted herself to this last surge. Burning hard, fast, and bright now that Bardiche is in Zanber form, the small blonde is throwing herself all into the assault. No sooner than that vicious uppercut is complete, she follows the momentum into a backwards somersault, stopping herself by landing on a golden sigil forming a brief platform in the air.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said sigil is wholly obliterated by that brilliant beam- scarlet eyes widening as she sees the beast open its maw and unleashes that terrible red energy. Fate flings herself beneath it, Barrier Jacket searing from the proximity, skin burning red and raw as she skirts under the torrent of pure negative emotion sent against her. She twists her grip on the blade, lining it straigh in front of her, intending to ram the angered symbiote with every ounce of her speed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The I-class bounces up and down on its tail fluke again, within the broadcast booth, the PA speakers carrying its borrowed voice, "With all of her strength and will behind it, Fate's lunge finds its mark! Symbiote and princess both are sent sailing, and the beast is cut open by the blade! It does not bleed, as you might, ladies and gentlemen. Soot and flame are what issue out of its wound, as if it were a ship broken open." There is a brief pause, however, as the sight of this seems to impact the whale-like destroyer on a more profound level than simply commentary. The Tsu-class also pauses at the controls, but continues to work, while the Wo-class carrier reaches a hand over to reassuringly pat and rub the crest of the I-class' head. After a few moments, it seems to regain its lost composure, and resumes commentary. "--ahem. Yes, a terrifying sight, but even more terrifying is the beast opening its maw, the fires burning within of a different sort! Raw anger and hatred. Fate gains a bit of distance, but it turns out, not nearly enough. The raw energy of emotion blasts through the sigil she had briefly landed upon. Her defenses are in tatters, but she somehow remains alert, performing a ram at full speed! It has suddenly turned into quite a desperate situation, for both sides!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote's blast doesn't last very long, dissipating in a last puff of red steam from its mouth as its body slouches forward. Just a little too slow to be able to prepare for Fate's next speeding impact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote is slammed with incredible force, filling the mountain range with a resounding, metallic CLANG as it's sent skidding back along the snow. It falters, then tumbles back, its earlier-injured arm buckling under its own weight and Fate's force. It's going to be too slow to retaliate - but Samar is quicker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the symbiote falters, Samar clambers over its back, bounding over its head toward Fate before swinging her legs forward. The symbiote falls back, but Samar pushes forward, delivering a powerful dropkick for the blonde aimed to strike while she's recovering from her earlier blow!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a steaming pop, the cable at the back of Samar's neck detaches. /That's/ going to be a problem if this doesn't do her opponent in finally...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as the symbiote buckles, Fate is on the move AGAIN. Yanking Bardiche away to change her focus- back on that rider again. Samar comes down, and the force of the Abyssal's kick earns a grunt as she wheels away in a whirl. The struggle is beginning to show in Fate's expression, an almost wild look as the blonde loses her composure for the sake of giving everything she has, like she's transformed from ice queen to a panicking ten year old relying on instinct and desperation.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hat very same desperation that spins her around completely, a whirling vicious use of that momentum to heave the mighty sword at Samar's midsection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The I-class has recovered completely from its moment of tension, now. While they're doing their best to be unbiased, some traumas are deeply rooted, you know! The voice of it comes across the PA system, once again full of vigor, "Fate's determination seems to be making inroads. The symbiote, that only moments ago seemed to be able to take any abuse, appears to be losing its head of steam. After it unleashed its torrent of anger, an opening was left. It gets HAMMERED," punctuated by the unmistakeable sound of impacted metal, "With the punishing force. Even a small caliber round like Fate can still be quite a force with this kind of speed!" There is a pause of a few moments, in what seems to be anticipation, before a light gasp, "The beast looks to be down for the count, but Samar is taking this into her own hands -- or FEET. A swift kick of retribution is given by the Abyssal princess, putting her own body on the line now, but Fate continues to be a moving and very dangerous target!" A few anxious hops of the destroyer in its chair jostle its hat completely loose, where it had been held on by tape, "Fate counters with another devestating swing of the sword! This tension...it's coming down to the wire!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's landing is not especially graceful, as she tumbles onto the snow and tries to quickly push herself up to her feet. Her hand immediately flies to the back of her neck - yes, the cable's completely detached. Another mental curse at that setback as the symbiote struggles to compose itself enough to act on its own; it's probably going to be useless by this point.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Why won't you simply /fall/," the Princess snaps, frustration clearly starting to come through her voice. And, perhaps, a small amount of fear.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That massive sword swings for Samar again, and the Abyssal Princess puts up her arms in an attempt to weather the blow. Not the best decision on her end: the blazing energy digs deep in her arms, and while she also doesn't bleed, wounds like that aren't something to shrug off. In an attempt to preserve herself, Samar falls back with the blow, tumbling away and straining to push herself back to her feet. No time to waste; she charges, sprinting toward Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It may not be the wisest decision she's made, but in her own desperation, Samar lowers her head and attempts to just /slam/ it into Fate's own. Those horns on her brow are probably going to make that even harder than normal; whether those actually gore the girl is unlikely, though.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A good question. But Fate only has so much in her. Despite all her zeal and determination to win, the instant that headbutt connects there's a grunt. Skull meets skull, and Fate jerks from the impace, landing on her feet and meeting gaze with the Abyssal Princess, teeth locked in a scowl of determination. For a moment she remains, head pressed firmly against head, eyes locked, near nose to nose.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;... Before the girl's knees buckle. Scarlet eyes dull and lose their luster, as the small blonde drops backwards into the dust, passed out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For that brief time, Samar is stoic, teeth bared and clenched and red eyes narrowed in furious defiance. She remains a determined leader, refusing to falter, refusing to lose against any adversary...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...and once Fate finally falls, Samar slumps where she stands with a weary sigh. She's victorious, though exhausted; again, victory was nearly pulled away from her. Those have been too close for her tastes.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...you fought well," the Princess mutters, turning her back to Fate and straightening up to stride over to her symbiote. Her victory is a quiet one; she seems more concerned with tending to her own injuries and those of her companion, guiding the lumbering beast with a surprising gentleness to move off the arena.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a not-at-all-subtle cast of anticipation to the male, reporter-like voice that the I-class has, sent over the loudspeakers, "It seems for the moment that Samar's detachment from her symbiote might have been a strategic error. Now she's left on her own, open against a speed demon! Is that a trace of concern crossing her face?" There is some chatter in the rest of the broadcast booth, but for some reason it doesn't seem to be actual speech, since it is a gurgling from the Tsu-class. It isn't quite worried, but it seems even she has gotten interested. Unswayed by any alliances, the male voice continues, "All the tactics and strategy have long since abandoned, listeners. Fate's solid strikes have pushed the Abyssal princess to her physical limits, as well as testing her patience. Doing away with all pretenses of an elegant finish, she thrusts her horned forehead forward."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"--Fate remains standing and staring defiantly! ...but, only just for a moment, her stamina completely expended on her final surge. Samar is the winner, or perhaps, the survivor!" Off the microphone, the Wo-class calls out, though rather softly considering her near-monotone, "Samar... Are you, o-kay? ...Tsu, switch off the - voice maker." The I-class whines a bit in its male voice, "But I like it! And the hat." "...you may - keep the hat."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here it is, the semi-finals. It's cold up here, in these Northern Mountains, but it only serves to remind Geralt of home, of the icey winters spent in Kaer Morhen. The Witcher, in his usual leather and chain armor, his paired swords crossed over his back, has been directed to the arena. It's a rather tranquil setting, with a pleasant running brook, ancient trees and the verdant smell of the forest. His white hair, tied back, lashes here and there in the breeze. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He's come this far and he's managed to prevail, often only by the skin of his teeth. This new opponent - Franken Stein - won't be any easier than the others. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When Stein arrives, Geralt nods to him. He's quiet and taciturn, sure, but he understands the concept of honor in a duel, even if the person is covered in stitches and might not be human as Geralt understands the term. After all, he's not considered human by many either. "May the best man win," he says, and he draws his steel blade.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Franken Stein is here in his typical labcoat, patchwork sweater, slacks, etc. Not designed for cold weather, but not TERRIBLE for it either. He's smoking a cigarette as he commonly does when he arrives, takes the time to look over his opponent. Similar hair colors, similar heights, but there the similarities end. Stein is a lot lankier-looking, and less warrior-seeming. Also, Stein's eyes don't glow. They're dull, gray.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt's eyes remind Stein of Medusa, so he's already a bit on-guard. "'Best' in what way though, I wonder." he responds. If it's best in terms of morality, or worthiness, then Stein probably wouldn't win, even if he assumed a simple pronouncement that such qualities would necessitate victory had some power over the fight to come instead of being a simple formal state, ambiguous on in intent and sincerity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But best combatant? Best thinker and planner? Best at adapting to changing circumstances?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe those would decide victory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though it seems strongly as though simple luck plays a factor. For a moment, Stein wonders if he can gather enough data to predict luck itself. Maybe if he finds 'Lady Luck' and cuts her up, the truth will be inside of her somewher.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hahaha how stupid. All that over a traditional pre-battle statement.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein grins, clenching his teeth around his cigarette as smoke hisses between them and wreaths his head in a skull-shaped cloud.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It's just a saying," Geralt replies, voice gravelly. He begins to circle Franken Stein, his blade held in one hand. He's leaving his other hand free, for whatever reason, despite having a second sword. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Witcher moves slowly, like he's trying to anticipate the movements of a beast, keeping his unsettling eyes on Franken Stein. He barely even seems to blink. He turns his blade in a circle quickly, rotating his wrist, to see if it catches his opponent off-guard, to see if they flinch. Leaves crunch beneath his boots. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It appears that the movement with his sword was a distraction though, because Geralt brings his free hand up - his fingers dancing a little expression - and he blasts his opponent with a brief burst of flame. It's unlikely to hurt too bad, although it might singe a few eyebrows. Mindgames.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein does not appear to be reacting to the blade tricks, keeping an eye on his opponent to try to gauge his attacks by observing his movements alone. However, that doesn't help with something like magic, which doesn't necessarily have a visual cue tied to body language, or if it does, there is at least little warning before it makes itself evident that that's what it is. The mad scientist charges forward, leaping and trying to roll under the flame burst, but he winds up getting caught in the back... Even as he comes rolling across the ground and coming to a stop in front of Geralt, in a crouch. Stein holds his hand in an eagle-claw position and then tries to strike his opponent in the side. But he's also observing the entire time, keen not just to counter-attacks, but evasion and defense.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even in the middle of a fight that has left the back of his labcoat blackened in the first exchange, he's studying the one he's battling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt darts back as Franken Stein charges towards him. Geralt swings high with his blade, but Franken Stein ducks beneath it. Geralt's already preparing to swing the blade down, but Franken slams his palm into his side. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Did that clip a nerve or pressure point? Even through the leather armor, that smarts! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt flourishes his blade at Franken Stein, leaping back and away as he does. He needs a second or two to catch his breath, that blow having winded him for the moment. He's a hard one to gauge, he doesn't seem to emote much, or have much in the way of readable body language. Those glowing eyes are ominous though, reminiscent of a hunting cat. One thing is clear though, he's wary. That palm strike apparently caught him off-guard.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blade flourish sliced across Stein's right shoulder, cutting the labcoat relatively easily, and drawing blood. Stein is a close range combatant, but analysis of his opponent is important as well. So if he wants to keep up momentum instead of being the one forced onto the defensive, he has to condut his analysis while he fights. That takes sharp senses, a sharp mind, and the skill to even make the attempt feasible. Staggering around trying to learn an opponent's moves in the middle of battle is a good way to get beaten up or worse.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe this is a non-lethal tournament, something Stein has needed those close to him to remind him of more than once, but though he is keeping control of himself well now, he still aims for vital locations when he attacks. Especially if they're painful. Pain is a good deterrent against continuing a course of action for most people, after all~!<br /><br />Thus, even as he suffers injury, Stein surges forth, leaves forming a 'corridor' in the air to mark his passage as the speedy veteran tries to land a punch next... However he seemingly overextends himself with the punch so much he falls forward... On purpose. To bring one foot over his head while he supports himself on the other foot and his free hand for a kick aimed at Geralt's face!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt isn't the only one capable of feints, after all!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt steps back as Stein surges forwards, keeping his footwork precise. The punch slips past Geralt's nose, but then the kick finds that same point. Geralt ducks back, snorting out blood, and watches Stein for a moment or two. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, well," Geralt says, setting himself and his blade into a guard stance. "You're a tricky one," he says, stepping forwards. He whirls the blade around his head, and lets fly with a dazzling blow. He's still trying to suss his opponent out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Geralt backs up, Stein stands up from the crouch he lands in after his kick, and tugs at the cuffs of his labcoat, loosening them up. He can't perform Soul Analysis upon Geralt like he could of someone from his world, but he thinks he has enough data. Surely, not all there is to know about his opponent. There are probably going to be many more surprises and skills displayed. "Okay, I think it's time to get more serious."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Geralt dashes in and strikes at Stein, it seems the fact that Geralt is a skilled swordsman is not one of those surprises, because Stein manages to turns aside and attempts to palm-strike the flat of the blade to knock it away as he moves in closer and tries to drive his other hand into Geralt's belly with far more force than one might expect from someone with a build like his. But maybe in those loose sleeves is a lot of unseen muscle.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a simple attack, but if it lands, potentially an effective one.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Then come at me," Geralt says, pointing the tip of his blade at Stein. He moves to strike, but Stein is faster. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Stein just palms the blade to one sie, and then drives his hand into Geralt's abdomen. Even through the chain armor there, Geralt feels the air /whoof/ out of his lungs, and he feels something deep in his gut shift where it probably shouldn't be shifting. He gags, falling back and spluttering. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then Geralt turns, the fingers in his free hand dancing, and he lets fly with a blast of magical force. The Aard sign, with enough strength to blast a door from its hinges, the air rippling in its wake!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, the inability to predict what's coming from the magical arsenal of an unknown opponent results in Stein only being able to bring his arms up to try to blunt the blow or keep it from his face, and nothing more defensively, as he is hurled off his feet and sent tumbling dozens of feet across the ground, until he comes to a stop via hitting a tree with the back of his head. His opponent is no slouch despite Stein's successes thus far, and as expected, has more to him than just swords and flames.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein whips around as he stands and slams his leg into the tree he ran into, splintering the trunk in a blow that seems to trail yellow electricity. The tall tree falls towards Geralt, its branches adding furth girth to it beyond just the trunk. But it's the trunk that Stein is running along the top of, already having relocated there before the tree even hits the ground.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The back of his head feels a bit wet, probably with blood, and there's pain in his skull as well in his body in general from the shockwave he got hit with.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he's still up and fighting with minimal impairment. Things that come with high pain tolerance and knowledge of your body's limits: You know exactly how far you can push it and in what ways, without being hindered by petty things like 'survival instincts'. Pain is there to help ensure survival. If you know the pain doesn't indicate an injury sufficient to threaten survival, it can be slotted under the 'don't give a shit' mental column. Which appears to be what Stein has done as he comes barreling down out of the air after leaping from the falling tree, to try to land behind Geralt and strike him from behind with an electrically-infused series of kicks and punches that may leave stinging pain beyond the blows themselves in their wake if they connect.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt darts to the side to avoid that falling tree trunk. It's that quick movement that gives him a glimpse of Stein as he runs along the top of it, and as Stein leaps down, Geralt is already turning to meet him. Geralt rolls with the blows, the electrical shocks managing to slip through the leather and metal and leave him twitching. However, the blows aren't nearly as bad as they could have been, if Geralt hadn't managed to catch on to what Stein was trying. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The twitching dies down into a stinging pain, running down his arms to the tips of his fingers. Urgh, it's like magic. The worst thing to fight against. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt lashes out with his blade, again and again, turning and twisting and arching himself to land his blows on Stein wherever he can. The Witcher is fast and the steel blade is so well-practiced with that it acts like an extension of Geralt's own limb! The evening light glints off the blade, catching it here and there.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sword slices dice up Stein's skin pretty good. He isn't able to evade that attack at this range, after launching a furious assault of his own. But again, he understands pain and his body's limits, and pushes through the suffering. Even so, taking too many more attacks like that would be bad news for him. His opponent was able to adjust position quickly after noticing the doctor's avenue of attack, and minimize the damage taken... Just as Stein has adapted to his foe, can his foe in turn adapt to him? How interesting...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein rushes forward, into range of that dangerous blade. Perhaps a foolish act, but the blow that comes at Geralt is one that may last longer than the blow itself in terms of effect on the battle... As Stein attempts to drive his Soul Wavelength into his opponent in an electrical spasm of amplified spirit energy to deal internal damage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not lethal, of course! ...If treated when this is over.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If the attack misses, the air between the two will sizzle with the golden arcs of power that almost went INTO Geralt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As Franken Stein rushes forwards, Geralt shifts his stance and grips his blade in both hands. It's an unusual maneuver for a Witcher, since they usually leave one hand free to cast signs, but Geralt thrusts the blade out with both hands - hopefully, it'll connect! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of course, as Geralt does so, Stein unleashes his spirit energy upon him. Geralt is affected by magical means the same as anything else. Sure, poeple say Witchers don't have souls, but that's just rumor and hearsay. Geralt spasms in the grip of that golden power and he ducks back again, trying to get out of the line of fire. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hmm, Geralt frowns. He's feeling a bit strange...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Geralt's blade rams through Stein's left side, dealing serious damage. Even Stein has to react to harm of that level. Bleeding heavily from the injury, he attempts to drive his foot into Geralt's jaw, while trying to clamp his hands down on his opponent's shoulders. With the blade impaling Stein's torso like that (which is really not good for his health in any way whatsoever and hurts like hell), it can't exactly be swung at him again, and unless Geralt lets go of his weapon, or has some other trick up his sleeve, that may prevent his opponent from escaping the attack coming at him.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stein's gritting his teeth now, his gray eyes getting a bit more of a strained look to them as he deals with not only the pain, but also the enjoyment of causing pain to others.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's a bit of a sadist, you see.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The blow slams into Geralt's jaw, whipping his head around. The hands on his shoulder impede his ability to yank his blade free. So, as Stein surmised, Geralt lets go of his weapon. he ducks back, stars blinking at the corners of his vision, and makes a sign with his hand <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The power of Aard builds there, until Geralt is sure that his arm will explode from the strain. Stein might be straining and tired, but so is Geralt. He's an old man. He might be a Witcher, with longer life than many, but he's still getting on in years. And if Stein is a sadist, then that makes him a monster... <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...and Geralt excels at stopping monsters. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt raises his hand and thrusts his palm at his opponent. The Aard sign roars free - he had hit Stein with one before, but this one makes that one seem like a gentle wind! Branches snap in its wake and the nearby brook seems to ripple from the unleashed sign!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's okay, Stein knows that acting upon his sadistic impulses isn't acceptable. That he has to control himself. Even if he hasn't done so well at that in a few matches so far. But whether he's a monster or not in terms of morality, he certainly can come across as one in terms of physical ability. Even after Geralt stabbed him in the side, and had to leave his sword there, and then blasted him backwards, with the doctor failing his attempt to roll with the attack, he gets back up when he finally comes to a stop. At least the blade fell out during all that.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He does have to try a bit harder to return to his feet, sitting up gradually with a grunt, and rubbing his ruffle-haired head as he peers at his opponent. His glasses fell off with that last one too. Stein finally spits out his cigarette, and crushes the burning cylinder under his own hand as she gets up into a standing position.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're pretty strong. I'm glad I've gotten the opportunity to gather data on you." Injuries aside, anyway. And he can enjoy getting the agony of getting cut up himself as well, so not even that is a total downside. The mad scientist settles down into a fighting stance even as blood continues to pour from his wound. Little lines of energy, unseen to the eyes of most, start stitching the wound closed internally while he fights. It won't heal him exactly, but it will keep him from bleeding out.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And it's not an automatic process, but one that requires concentration. So compartmentalizing his own mind, he puts the focus for maintaining the Soul Sutures into one part of his consciousness, and focuses on the fight with the rest. And with that focus, he charges in once more, attempting to deal exterior damage with another burst of his Soul Wavelength in electrified form, accompanying a palm strike right over Geralt's solar plexus.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah?" Geralt replies to Stein, watching him carefully. He reaches up and behind, drawing his silver blade. It seems to sing as it comes free, sharp and well-made. "Well, not so bad yourself. Not so keen on that look in your eyes, though." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Geralt glances to his steel blade. Yeah, too far to get to easily. He brings his silver blade up, gesturing to Stein with a bit of a salute. Geralt's medallion vibrates in response to the magic being utilized. That explains a lot. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How he hates fighting magic. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Stein charges in, planting his palm against Geralt's chest. The air /whoofs/ out of his lungs and Geralt falls back, spluttering. Bleeding from the nose, a busted lip from where he had been kicked in the face, Geralt is getting put through the ringer tonight! <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But then he takes a quick half-step forwards, and slashes out with his silver sword!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:848|Franken Stein (848)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not many people do," he responds to the comment about his eyes. "Yours remind me of some unpleasant things as well."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The silver sword finds its mark a moment later! And that mark is the limb that Stein holds up to take the injury in his place. He is being pushed to his limits in this fight, and his tactic of sacrificing his own body to secure counter-attacks or put himself in a more advantageous position seems to be part of it. Though his opponent's skill, determination, and unpredictability is also a rather large portion of it as well. Stein has a problem. Which is that his attacks become easier to read the longer a fight goes on. Even now, as he takes the sword strike to his arm despite the grievous damage and the impairment to the limb, it's a tactic he has already used, and may continue to use since by this point he's already taken so much damage that he has to follow this course through to the end.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he's willing to get totally trashed to win, then backpedalling now will only give his opponent an advantage, by leaving Stein on the defensive. He has to keep attacking at this point, rely on his pain tolerance and endurance, and keep watching for an opening. If there's a chance to evade, of course, he will. But right now? Right now he tries to grab the sword stabbing into his arm.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And because it's made of silver, and silver conducts electricity better than copper even does... Well.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*CRACKLE* is the only warning that Geralt gets if Stein successfully grabbed the weapon, before another of those electrical attacks comes surging up along the blade, and into its wielder's body.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:828|Geralt of Rivia (828)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mm," Geralt grunts in response, preparing his sword for another strike. He's wavering a bit on his feet and a lesser man might not be able to stand after repeated magical blows but Geralt is infused with Witcher alchemy. And, on top of that, he's just really, really stubborn. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Frankly, he doesn't expect for someone to grab the blade of his sword. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He certainly doesn't expect them to direct an electrical current down it. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For a few moments, Geralt's body goes rigid as the electricity flows into him! He spasms in the grip of the coursing energy, and then he wavers on his feet. And, with one muttered curse, Geralt drops to the ground, face first, smoking faintly. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Franken Stein wins!<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The semifinals. Samar's boasting in the beginning of the tournament has turned out not to have fallen flat on its face; here she is, just a few more steps away from absolute victory.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, the leader of the Abyssals expected nothing less of herself, but there have been a number of close calls during this tournament. There's likely no small amount of fortune on her side to ensure she's here today.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Battleship-Symbiotic Princess waits in the cold winds of Yunzabit Heights, still sprawled on the back of her hulking symbiote as always. The chilling breeze sends her long hair fluttering, but she doesn't seem to care about the temperature; probably the result of not really being alive, probably helped by the hot red steam seeping from her symbiote's mouth like a hellish furnace.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her expression remains stern as she awaits the arrival of her opponent, still as focused and determined as ever in the face of her next battle.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Conversely, Fate Testarossa has boasted very little. Not at all in fact. Many fights with the blonde ended just as they began, in stone icy silence. Having clawed her way through fight after fight on sheer determination, will, and the desire to prove herself for her friends and family.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And now here she is, gearing up for her next fight. Fate has had very little contact with the Abyssals, almost ironic how in spite of factional ties, her first time meeting Samar is on the battlefield. Still, there's little need to wait long for Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She's already here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perched high atop the loftiest spire of the rocky crags, the small blonde stands ready, Bardiche, the black axe-shaped Device clasped in one small hand, cape whipping almost wildly in the vicious winds, scarlet gaze staring down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What serves as a broadcast booth, for this particular battle, is little more than some hastily salvaged, corrugated metal, set into a nook in the unforgiving terrain. Sheltered, but still beholden to the elements. Within, the Wo-class aircraft carrier that would be familiar to some sits, alongside what seems to be a whale-like creature with two rows of disturbingly human-like teeth, and around the size of a small horse. The latter is perched upon a chair by its tail fluke, and while it would not normally have any reason to, grasps a microphone in what seems to be a gross approximation of a hand, formed of flabby, grey flesh. Somehow, even more curiously, it has a fedora perched upon the top of its bulbous head, a 'PRESS' pass inserted into the band.<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, the entire area around the booth seems to have a golden glow around it, from the inhabitants' passively luminous selves. It seems to waver in intensity, depending on the emotions of the Abyssal ships within, including a Tsu-class light cruiser further inside apparently working the electronics deftly, despite having humongous, gloved hands. The creature with the microphone, a late model I-class, once again begins to speak, sending the message across the air waves as well as locally, via somewhat tinny loudspeakers. "Welcome to the WMAT semi-finals! Tonight we have two names that are rapidly becoming familiar to the listeners at home: Fate Testarossa, having dethroned our previous champ-een on the way to this round! But standing in the way is the terror from the deep, Samar, that has made her presence felt just as strongly! The combatants are taking their places!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It takes a few moments for Samar to notice Fate perched on that spire; having not expected her opponent to arrive so high up, her attention was more focused on the horizon. Still, when she does notice the small blonde high above, her symbiote lifts its eyeless head up with a mechanical groan, almost of curiosity. "...well," Samar intones, speaking up so that her voice can echo through the frigid peaks, "I'm glad to see you're as punctual as I am. I hope you're also ready for a battle like this..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote's main cannons on its bulky shoulders rotate up toward the mountain's peak, clanking into place once they lock on to Fate's position.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's deep red eyes narrow to sinister slits. "...because I have no intention of falling now that I'm here."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The second that the fight is announced to start, Samar opens fire. Already she's aiming with her main cannons, blasting two shells straight for Fate with powerful reports that ring through the mountains. The detonations of those shells may be scaled down to match the guns' size, but even that grenade-like explosion is going to be rough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mn..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Punctual is one thing, but talkative is a wholly different game. Fate waits for the signal, locking scarlet gaze with the Abyssal Princess without a word. And then comes the signal- and the barrage.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The spire Fate was on seconds ago is easily, wholly, and completely eradicated; stone and earth pulverized to dust and ash, the resultant explosions blossoming outwards ina fiery conflagration. The found Fate makes- something between a hiss and a grunt- is lost wholly in the explosive report. And so is Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the fires die down, she just simply isn't there anymore. The Snakt-KSH of machinery somewhat off to the side is the only hint where she may be.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cloak in tatters already, Barrier Jacket scorched and burned badly, one gauntlet wholly mangled, Fate ignores the slow creep of blood running down her forehead as she pushes herself at high speed- a blur of black and gold rushing from the dark smoke. That axe Device snaps back, cracklling to life with a blazing golden light taking on the form of a scythe blade. Bardiche's revolver cylinder cycles once before expending a cartridge with a mechanical ka-CHUNK releasing the internalized magical energies into that blade.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her voice is quiet, almost drowned out by her own speed as she raises that blade, aiming straight for Samar herself, rather than her mount: "I don't either." Whispered icily as she swings, a stroke fast and hard enough to make the air -crack- audibly from the cutting stroke.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fedora-wearing late model I-class resumes announcing, after the preparations and the battle start beacon, "There's the signal. We're off! Samar spares no time or mercy with her long range, opening shelling." The sounds of the large caliber cannon blasts briefly overwhelm the voice commentary, before the excited speech resumes, "As expected of a battleship!" The softer voice of Wo adds, helpfully, "...looks painful. Was that - it? No...Fate emerges, damaged but - reso-lute." The more boisterous voice adds, "Indeed! A return stroke of her weapon, and with such blinding speed! A compelling match up of grace and brute force!" The glow from the broadcast booth-slash-fallout shelter increases as the I-class bounces up and down on its tail fluke, excitedly jostling the microphone, and causing a small amount of feedback before the Wo-class settles it down with a steadying hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate can't be taken out just from that. Even Samar, as full of herself as she may be, can't even think that. How could the girl have ever made it to the semifinals if something like that could defeat her?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Princess' senses are on high alert, a fact that lets her catch that mechanical noise and whirl around to see Fate speeding toward her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is probably the first time anyone has tried directly attacking /her/ so quickly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fortunately, Samar isn't a pushover herself. Her hand thrusts out to grab the scythe as it swings toward her, and though she jolts back to brace her opposite elbow against her mount's head and strains to keep the weapon away, she manages not to get fully impaled; the point just pierces into her chest, right where her heart would be. Assuming she had one.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar grits her teeth, but she's quick to retaliate and try to emerge from this awkward position. She twists away from the blade to grab the scythe with her other hand, and then, pushing her inhuman strength into the motion, she stands and spins further to /throw/ the smaller girl down to the ground in front of the symbiote, releasing Fate's weapon at the peak of her throw with a sharp shout of exertion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If anything can be said about Fate Testarossa, it's that her speed is her strength. That speed is downright inhuman, and it's carried her through the tournament thus far. Of course her issue arises when faced with opponents of greater physical strength.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For an instant, Fate is nearly nose to nose with Samar, staring at her eyes, when her swing is arrested.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then scarlet eyes widen as her momentum is halted jarringly- and then twisted and turned against her. Grabbing Bardiche by the blade is like trying to grab lightning, but the more solid construction of the Device is easier to grasp, and the resultant mighty hevaing SWING flings the tiny blonde like a ragdoll, tumbling to land cratering the ground from the force.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To her credit, she recovers well. Staggering to feet with a breathless grunt, before she bolts. Literally.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Backpedalling at first, before flinging herself upwards in a mighty leap, carried on by high speed flight spell, the blonde is doing her very best to ignore the steed and go for the rider, heaving her scythe to cut harmlessly at the air. ... Or so it seems.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[ARC SABER.]</span> Bardiche pings, smooth and low, the scythe blade detaching and flying like a boomerang of crackling voltaic energy, spinning like a buzzsaw, aimed for Samar herself once more.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[SABER EXPLODE.]</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's a little more self explanitory, when it suddenly erupts with a violent concussive force of an electrical explosion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the broadcast booth, the male voice skips a few times, before grinding to a brief stop, as though a tape recorder had jammed. The I-class in the fedora somehow looks confused for a moment, tapping on the microphone as though that might help, before the Tsu-class comes up behind and gives it a firm WHACK on the back. With this, the voice whirrs back, "--it takes all of Samar's strength to keep from being run through by Fate's speed! Ladies and gentlemen, the rumors that the Abyssal princess is heartless are true, judging by that wound." "To our kind," the Wo-class carrier notes, apparently playing the part of color commentator, "...it's, not that bad." The male voice resumes, "Anatomy lessons aside, Fate is cast aside, her smaller frame seemingly a liability, before she catches herself. It seems she's maintaining her strategy to focus on Samar, herself. The atmosphere is electric, literally, as she sends a charged attack right back at her!" The loudspeakers crackle at the explosion, the electronics able to repel the interference, at least for now, thanks to being FCC-approved.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar, at least, has a little more time to react now. Now standing on the back of her mount, her gaze remains fixed on Fate's recovery, watching and planning for the girl's next move. The cable extending from the back of her neck down to the symbiote's chest is almost strained with the distance, but at least she still has room to move around on her own.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again Fate aims right for her; as expected, given her immediate focus. This time, though, the symbiote is there to retaliate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One bulky arm lifts up to intercept the blade, and the scythe stabs into its open palm before the creature closes its hand around that same blade. The next explosion crackles electricity between the beast's fingers, but it endures: once its hand opens again to lower to the ground, a very large chunk of pale flesh is clearly blasted away from its palm, but strangely, not a drop of blood comes from the ghostly wound.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fire!" Samar's forceful command comes just a second before the battery of anti-air guns on the symbiote's torso flare to life. Several artillery blasts are sent into the air toward Fate, blasting around her as if she were a warplane instead of a young girl.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After that recovery, Fate wastes no time catching her breath. She can't, when those high powered guns and artillery have already taught her a valuable lesson of just how much damage they can cause, right at the start of the match. But once again, Fate takes refuge in the audacious; choosing to fly through the AA fire rather than let it pin her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This requires she be on a whole new level of speed... And she blurs. Body jinking and weaving, twisting and making snap-changes in direction that would be bone-jarring, or even dangerous, she floats through the withering storm like a leave in a gale, emerging on the otherside with several new gashes from some terribly close calls as she stops herself short, one hand extended forward, mere feet away from the princess, fingers spread. The act forms a sigil upon the air, a large runic spell circle of Mid-Childan calculations, flaring to life in vibrant gold, as she lifts her Device in her other hand. Compared to Samar's authoritive voice, Fate's is little more than a whispered breath.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Fire..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the spell complete she RAMS Bardiche through the center of the spell circle, unleashing a torrent of electrical energy in a focused beam, aimed for both rider and symbiote mount.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within the booth, the excitable male voice that has been granted to the I-class blasts out from the loudspeakers, "Could this be the turning point? Fate seems to have found her footing, figuratively and otherwise. Samar's symbiote reflexively moves to shield its host from the blast, enduring a grievous wound. She is no stranger to fast, aerial opponents, however, responding with anti-air fire!" The Wo-class makes a thoughtful sound, as air bursts can be heard reporting over the radio, "...she's - too fast, though. She's...going, right through - the curtain." The other voice in the booth chimes excitedly, "She's a little dinged up, but the softly spoken response of Fate, as well as that ominously glowing sigil, shows she's not going to back down!" More crackles of electrical impulses can be heard, even over the local public announce speakers, as this broadcasting equipment must be really well-shielded to withstand it. Between the interference, "--a beam attack!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Such speed...!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar struggles to keep up with Fate's rapid movement, eyes narrowed in focus as she lowers herself onto the back of her symbiote again. Whatever Fate's about to do, surely her symbiote should be able to block it, right?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate lands, and the symbiote's endurance is tested as it braces against the earth. Its fingers dig into the ground, even as it's pushed back from the blazing force of that beam. Samar stays ducked behind the beast, using its vastly sturdier frame to endure the torrent of energy as long as it can. Black metal is dented and twisted, but soon, the beast pushes through with a deep, foghorn-like bellow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a lumbering gorilla, the symbiote lopes forward on its arms, charging toward Fate in a relentless fury. Still steaming from her attack, the symbiote nonetheless plows onward before lifting its giant fist.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With all of its weight behind it, the beast delivers a massive punch straight for Fate as it tumbles to a halt in the snow.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's clearly a battle of speed against strength, and in such a case only one thing will determine who withstands each assault.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whoever can endure it more.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In Fate's case, she's already waning, panting from being forced to weather the prior salvos instead of evading them as she would have preferred. She should outpace Samar's mount, but the symbiote also has SIZE on her. And when that fist reels back, with no way to turn, Fate once again raises her hand. A similar sigil from a moment ago, but this time for a different purpose.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When that fist slams against it... It holds. The shield spell eating the shock and force, visibly jarring the girl behind it as hairline fractures start to form on the rune, like glass. Those fractures spiderweb rapidly, splitting the spell in half before it smashes with an audible CRASH, splintering into a million gleaming fragments of mana, before the blow connects more solidly with Fate herself.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl takes that force in eerie silence, sent flying uncontrolled through the air for a moment before she hits a nearby spire of rock-- landing horizontally in a crouch, palm against the cliff face. This is not working in her favor.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Multiple orbs of golden light form around her, surrounded by vibrant rings as the spheres change chape into crackling electrical arrowheads. And then more form. And more. And more and more and more, until there are almost a hundred of them hovering in the air behind her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[PHOTON LANCER PHALANX SHIFT.]</span> Bardiche declares. As Fate shows she is going nearly all out already for this fight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Fire..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, just a soft whisper, before the sky resounds with thunder, the golden projectiles screaming through the air like lightning in a withering storm.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a few moments, the PA system at the broadcast booth seems to correct for the ongoing electrical issues, the male voice of the I-class describing, "Fate's electric beam collides with Samar's symbiote, full force. But, it tanks it willingly, like a Frankenstein's monster welcoming the spark of life!" As the symbiote's roar echoes through the cliffs and rifts, there is a momentary pause in the commentary, as both the Wo-class carrier and Tsu-class cruiser turn to look at the hat-wearing I-class, questioningly. The male voice mumbles, a bit more self-consciously, "--too much of a reach on that simile? Okay."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the moment is over, however, the descriptions of the action resume, the male voice returning to form, "The symbiote charges its assailant, aiming to flatten her with its humongous fist! Fate, quick as she is, still has time to raise a shield...but it only can absorb some of the momentum, the rest sending her flying." At the sight of all the golden spheres, which begin to transform, the Wo-class comments softly, "...hundreds of attacks. --feels familiar." The male voice confirms, "Yes, it seems Fate is going all out! Electric projectiles, too many to count, all aimed for her opponent. Riveting!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nanoha was sturdy enough when Samar fought her; Fate is definitely proving to be similar. Not many people would be able to just tumble away and get back up again after a blow like that, but Fate, as faltering as she may be, is still /up/.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tension furrows Samar's brow and bares her teeth in a sharp frown. The symbiote stumbles into an upright position, snarling and hissing steam from its teeth. Samar watches for Fate's next move, and with an intense push of focus to her symbiote, aims several of those cannons into the air as the rising projectiles become ready to fire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sky turns to a rumbling storm of explosions and lightning.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All of Samar's focus is turned to shooting down those projectiles as they rain down on her, anti-air artillery and cannon shells flying up to meet the projectiles and detonate them in mid-air. Several still strike at her symbiote, blasting against black armor and forcing Samar to duck beneath the fire, but several still detonate in midair against the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess' explosions.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soon enough, the chaos finally dies down, the air littered with clouds of gunpowder and debris. A few moments of silence grace the mountainside, but it's brief: a resounding report shatters the quiet as all six of Samar's main cannons fire their payload straight for Fate through the clouds - or at least where she remembers Fate to be before the chaos started.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No sooner than Fate unleashes that riotous storm of endless projectile fire, she's off among them, weaving through her own shots and the oncoming reply that shoots the majority of them down. By the time most of the barrage has been defused, Fate jinks violently aside in the face of those main cannons, the sheer force of their report nearly blowing her aside further as she's spun by the frighteningly near pass of shells screaming by.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweat on her browm panting heatedly. Samar isn't giving her an easy go of things, but she's still determined to push on. The Ka-CHUNK of Bardiche's revolver cylinder revving again results ina burst of steam.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">[BLITZ CUTTER.]</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The butst of speed is almost instantaneous, a blur of gold where Fate was- leading to her attempt to land right on Samar's Symbiotw. Intending to land boots... Behind the Abyssal Princess to bring that scythe down again at her!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The PA system is quiet for a period, since it's doubtful their loudspeakers could overpower all the shells and projectiles exploding at once, even if they had something to add to the chaos. Once it clears off a bit, though, the I-class comments excitedly, "Samar's counter shelling to the incoming blasts seems like it is proving modestly effective. Once again, her symbiote is taking the better part of what still gets through! A pretty, and painful, show we've got going on here, folks. Better pack an umbrella!" As Samar aims at where Fate is, or at least was, the Wo-class carrier squints her glowing eyes at the billowing dust left in the wake, "--hard to see. Even...radar, would be - useless. This much, debris..." The male voice of the I-class responds, "Yes, it would be almost a miracle to hit something that small, in that maelstrom! And Fate is apparently taking advantage of it, increasing her speed to ridiculous lengths we've yet to see, as she emerges. The golden blur lands in the princess' midst, and lashes out with her scythe!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A miss. Samar curses under her breath as she looks over from the back of her symbiote to see that Fate is...mostly fine. Fine and speeding down toward her, suddenly appearing right on top of the symbiote's back!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Princess is quick to react, though, suddenly rolling aside to avoid getting directly hit by the scythe. The blade cuts into the tough metal on the beast's head, but Samar herself is fortunately spared. For the moment.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushed by determination, Samar shifts her stance on her mount so that she can spin in place, kicking out with her leg to try and knock Fate's feet right out from under her. It's a strong kick, but it's mostly all a leadup-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"NOW!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...for the symbiote to whirl around in place, trying to catch the off-balance Fate with a powerful blow of its elbow as it bellows in fury. Maybe she'll be lucky enough to catch the blonde before any shields can be deployed...maybe not. If Fate has anything on her side, it's definitely speed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That whirlaround blow is... Vicious. Fate sees it just in time, and it is only her speed and her reflexes that allow her to even react. The elbow connects, and it instantly takes the wind out of both the girl's lungs and sails. But she was already moving to follow the blow, vicious as it was- it still could have been worse, as she follows its momentum.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She still ends up on her hands and knees in the dust, clutching her ribs and gasping. But she doesn't let herself stay grounded long. As soon as she can get as much as half a breath, she hoists herself up, Bardiche spinning that revolver cylinder again... Ka-CHUNK! Ka-/CHUNK/!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The scythe's head swivels back, forming a twin pronged crossguard as the shaft shortens in length. With a crackling ZAKK of energy, the blade forms anew, blazing to life as an immense greatsword of unwieldy appearance- yet as light as a feather. Longer than she is tall and wider than the girl is at the shoulders, she heaves that immense blade, rocketing straight up with it in a monstrous uppercut swing, unleashing every ounce of power she can muster, bolstered by those extra cartridges.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"HAAAAAAAA...!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a stroke of desperation if ever there was one.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The PA speakers crackle, as the hat-donned I-class chimes, "Showing a close quarters deftness one might not expect from a dreadnought, Samar narrowly avoids getting a really bad haircut." The passage had a healthy dose of obvious exaggeration, but it's for the crowd! The Wo-class calls the other commentator out on this, "..but it - wasn't at, her hair." Undeterred, the voice continues, "Once again, it is the stalwart symbiote that takes the brunt. Both beauty and beast coordinate their movements, Samar aiming to knock Fate off-balance, where her Symbiote can finish the deed!" There is a pause, as the move ultimately ends up with Fate grounded, if only for the moment, and the I-class' mixtaped voice gasps, "Fate is DOWN, and looks hurt...but she still refuses to surrender!" Another burst of static clouds the PA's speakers, before once again clearing up, to the best of the Tsu-class technician's abilities, "Incredible, she's changed her weapon's configuration to an enormous sword, and is throwing all that remains of her strength and energy into one more surge!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's eyes snap wide at the sight of that giant sword, and her first instinct is to duck down behind her symbiote for protection.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's not entirely effective.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cleaving blade swings upward, slamming into the symbiote and carving along the armor at its front. Black metal slices open, pouring forth smoke and flames as if it were a damaged ship. The beast howls, creaking like a broken vessel and faltering back. And, in a feat very rarely seen, the symbiote and Samar are knocked upward for several feet to come crashing back down against the snow again with a tremendous SLAM.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar is more than a little rattled as she clings to the symbiote's back, but the beast is /furious/. Its mouth already pours steam as it tries to get its footing, and black ichor seeps from between its teeth to melt the snow below. Its mouth locks open, a baleful crimson glow growing brighter and brighter in the depths of its throat. The symbiote digs its fingers into the earth, and it turns to face Fate directly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the symbiote's mouth is blasted a swirling, devastating beam of red energy. All of an Abyssal's fury, hatred, sorrow, and vengeance are given agonizing form, blazing out of the creature's maw to instantly melt the snow and blaze through the earth below. Like a rabid beast cornered, all of the Battleship-Symbiotic Princess' rage is sent outward in that one retaliation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is it. Fate has devoted herself to this last surge. Burning hard, fast, and bright now that Bardiche is in Zanber form, the small blonde is throwing herself all into the assault. No sooner than that vicious uppercut is complete, she follows the momentum into a backwards somersault, stopping herself by landing on a golden sigil forming a brief platform in the air.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Said sigil is wholly obliterated by that brilliant beam- scarlet eyes widening as she sees the beast open its maw and unleashes that terrible red energy. Fate flings herself beneath it, Barrier Jacket searing from the proximity, skin burning red and raw as she skirts under the torrent of pure negative emotion sent against her. She twists her grip on the blade, lining it straigh in front of her, intending to ram the angered symbiote with every ounce of her speed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The I-class bounces up and down on its tail fluke again, within the broadcast booth, the PA speakers carrying its borrowed voice, "With all of her strength and will behind it, Fate's lunge finds its mark! Symbiote and princess both are sent sailing, and the beast is cut open by the blade! It does not bleed, as you might, ladies and gentlemen. Soot and flame are what issue out of its wound, as if it were a ship broken open." There is a brief pause, however, as the sight of this seems to impact the whale-like destroyer on a more profound level than simply commentary. The Tsu-class also pauses at the controls, but continues to work, while the Wo-class carrier reaches a hand over to reassuringly pat and rub the crest of the I-class' head. After a few moments, it seems to regain its lost composure, and resumes commentary. "--ahem. Yes, a terrifying sight, but even more terrifying is the beast opening its maw, the fires burning within of a different sort! Raw anger and hatred. Fate gains a bit of distance, but it turns out, not nearly enough. The raw energy of emotion blasts through the sigil she had briefly landed upon. Her defenses are in tatters, but she somehow remains alert, performing a ram at full speed! It has suddenly turned into quite a desperate situation, for both sides!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote's blast doesn't last very long, dissipating in a last puff of red steam from its mouth as its body slouches forward. Just a little too slow to be able to prepare for Fate's next speeding impact.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The symbiote is slammed with incredible force, filling the mountain range with a resounding, metallic CLANG as it's sent skidding back along the snow. It falters, then tumbles back, its earlier-injured arm buckling under its own weight and Fate's force. It's going to be too slow to retaliate - but Samar is quicker.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the symbiote falters, Samar clambers over its back, bounding over its head toward Fate before swinging her legs forward. The symbiote falls back, but Samar pushes forward, delivering a powerful dropkick for the blonde aimed to strike while she's recovering from her earlier blow!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a steaming pop, the cable at the back of Samar's neck detaches. /That's/ going to be a problem if this doesn't do her opponent in finally...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as the symbiote buckles, Fate is on the move AGAIN. Yanking Bardiche away to change her focus- back on that rider again. Samar comes down, and the force of the Abyssal's kick earns a grunt as she wheels away in a whirl. The struggle is beginning to show in Fate's expression, an almost wild look as the blonde loses her composure for the sake of giving everything she has, like she's transformed from ice queen to a panicking ten year old relying on instinct and desperation.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hat very same desperation that spins her around completely, a whirling vicious use of that momentum to heave the mighty sword at Samar's midsection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The I-class has recovered completely from its moment of tension, now. While they're doing their best to be unbiased, some traumas are deeply rooted, you know! The voice of it comes across the PA system, once again full of vigor, "Fate's determination seems to be making inroads. The symbiote, that only moments ago seemed to be able to take any abuse, appears to be losing its head of steam. After it unleashed its torrent of anger, an opening was left. It gets HAMMERED," punctuated by the unmistakeable sound of impacted metal, "With the punishing force. Even a small caliber round like Fate can still be quite a force with this kind of speed!" There is a pause of a few moments, in what seems to be anticipation, before a light gasp, "The beast looks to be down for the count, but Samar is taking this into her own hands -- or FEET. A swift kick of retribution is given by the Abyssal princess, putting her own body on the line now, but Fate continues to be a moving and very dangerous target!" A few anxious hops of the destroyer in its chair jostle its hat completely loose, where it had been held on by tape, "Fate counters with another devestating swing of the sword! This tension...it's coming down to the wire!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Samar's landing is not especially graceful, as she tumbles onto the snow and tries to quickly push herself up to her feet. Her hand immediately flies to the back of her neck - yes, the cable's completely detached. Another mental curse at that setback as the symbiote struggles to compose itself enough to act on its own; it's probably going to be useless by this point.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Why won't you simply /fall/," the Princess snaps, frustration clearly starting to come through her voice. And, perhaps, a small amount of fear.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That massive sword swings for Samar again, and the Abyssal Princess puts up her arms in an attempt to weather the blow. Not the best decision on her end: the blazing energy digs deep in her arms, and while she also doesn't bleed, wounds like that aren't something to shrug off. In an attempt to preserve herself, Samar falls back with the blow, tumbling away and straining to push herself back to her feet. No time to waste; she charges, sprinting toward Fate.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It may not be the wisest decision she's made, but in her own desperation, Samar lowers her head and attempts to just /slam/ it into Fate's own. Those horns on her brow are probably going to make that even harder than normal; whether those actually gore the girl is unlikely, though.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A good question. But Fate only has so much in her. Despite all her zeal and determination to win, the instant that headbutt connects there's a grunt. Skull meets skull, and Fate jerks from the impace, landing on her feet and meeting gaze with the Abyssal Princess, teeth locked in a scowl of determination. For a moment she remains, head pressed firmly against head, eyes locked, near nose to nose.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;... Before the girl's knees buckle. Scarlet eyes dull and lose their luster, as the small blonde drops backwards into the dust, passed out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For that brief time, Samar is stoic, teeth bared and clenched and red eyes narrowed in furious defiance. She remains a determined leader, refusing to falter, refusing to lose against any adversary...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...and once Fate finally falls, Samar slumps where she stands with a weary sigh. She's victorious, though exhausted; again, victory was nearly pulled away from her. Those have been too close for her tastes.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...you fought well," the Princess mutters, turning her back to Fate and straightening up to stride over to her symbiote. Her victory is a quiet one; she seems more concerned with tending to her own injuries and those of her companion, guiding the lumbering beast with a surprising gentleness to move off the arena.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Wo (582)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a not-at-all-subtle cast of anticipation to the male, reporter-like voice that the I-class has, sent over the loudspeakers, "It seems for the moment that Samar's detachment from her symbiote might have been a strategic error. Now she's left on her own, open against a speed demon! Is that a trace of concern crossing her face?" There is some chatter in the rest of the broadcast booth, but for some reason it doesn't seem to be actual speech, since it is a gurgling from the Tsu-class. It isn't quite worried, but it seems even she has gotten interested. Unswayed by any alliances, the male voice continues, "All the tactics and strategy have long since abandoned, listeners. Fate's solid strikes have pushed the Abyssal princess to her physical limits, as well as testing her patience. Doing away with all pretenses of an elegant finish, she thrusts her horned forehead forward."<br /> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"--Fate remains standing and staring defiantly! ...but, only just for a moment, her stamina completely expended on her final surge. Samar is the winner, or perhaps, the survivor!" Off the microphone, the Wo-class calls out, though rather softly considering her near-monotone, "Samar... Are you, o-kay? ...Tsu, switch off the - voice maker." The I-class whines a bit in its male voice, "But I like it! And the hat." "...you may - keep the hat."<br> <br><br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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|JUN 25<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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<br />
* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
<br />
*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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<br />
<br />
==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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<br />
(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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<br />
* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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<s>WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 10/11/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br></s><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MinorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]</div>Celeryhttp://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=WMAT_2015&diff=11350WMAT 20152015-10-06T12:40:56Z<p>Celery: </p>
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
|-<br />
|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
|}<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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<br />
==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
<br />
*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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<br />
==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
<br />
<br />
(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
<br />
<br />
* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
<br />
<br />
* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="width:600px"><br />
<b>OTHER PARTICIPANT AWARDS</b> CLICK TO EXPAND/COLLAPSE ---><br />
<div class="mw-collapsible-content"><br />
<br />
* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
<br />
<br />
* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
<br />
<br />
* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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<br />
* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Fate T. Harlaown<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Mamimi Samejima<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3102/WMAT_Exhibition:_Vivio_Takamachi_vs._Fate_T._Harlaown|Fate T. Harlaown vs. Vivio Takamachi]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/28/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/09/26<br />
|Location=Papaya Island - Stadium<br />
|Synopsis=Fate T. Harlaown puts her daughter to the test in a WMAT exhibition match!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Last time, she sold food.<br />To herself.<br />This time, Mamimi did not so much sneak but wander into the announcer's booth. No one will seemingly correct this.<br /><br />Sitting in a chair that is far too comfortable for her infront of the Arena, Mamimi Samejima happily bars herself off from the riff-raff life she normaly leads, a flying rock with wings besides her. Grabbing the microphone, Mamimi then spins the chair she is in. "Looks like there'll be a fight here today." The absolutely hyped and clearly ecstatic teen states, "Hey Ta-kun, do you think it'll be impressive? Now, a word from Ta-kun!" <br /><br />The microphone is held towards the flying rock. It, being a rock, doesn't say anything. Not a thing. Spinning back around, Mamimi continues. "You don't know who's fighting? ... Uh it's...." An odd space of dead air fills the stadium as Mamimi glances at the schedule. "... I think it's Fate against Vivio? I think they'll take it to the seventh inning stretch, but I'm hoping for lots of home runs."<br /><br />"It's an exhibition match, too. Ta-kun, do you think it'll be swim wear or lingerie that they'll be exhibiting?" Mamimi asks the rock.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a lovely day for a battle! The sun is shining, the sky is crystal clear with not a cloud in sight. The stands are packed with awesome, awesome people who have come to watch these two fighters duke it out. Not like those not-awesome people who didn't come to watch.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first to leave the combatants hut is Vivio, the young girl still in her normal child form as she walks out across the arena grounds. Vivio is grinning and waving to the crowd happily. The small plush bunny that is her Device, Chris, floats alongside her, waving his small pointed arm in synch with his master.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching her starting position, Vivio pauses for a moment to giggle at the commentator. She then reaches up and takes a hold of the plush bunny and says, "Alright Chris. Let's do this!" Vivio holds Chris up, "Sacred Heart, Contact Mode! Set up!" An orb of irridescent light engulfs Vivio, mostly hiding her from view as more spirals of magic flow around her. Inside the light, the silhouette of the young girl begins to grow larger into the form of a young woman. Finally the magic bursts with a flash of light and gust of wind, leaving behind Vivio looking older, clad in the skin-tight bodysuit with white jacket and occasional armor pieces that is her Barrier Jacket.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio throws a few air-punches and kicks, both to warp up and excite the crowd, before she settles and waits for the match to begin, her long side-ponytail blowing in the wind.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>As her name is announced, Fate steps out from the opposite side of the arena. She's already in her Impulse Form Barrier Jacket, Bardiche in poleaxe form in one hand.<br /><br />Once she gets close enough, though, she smiles softly at her opponent. "I'm so proud of you, Vivio..." She promised herself she wouldn't cry, or try to hug her daughter, so she refrains from that, though Vivio can probably see how much Fate -wants- to. "...Bardi<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ he."<br /><br />~chy">Yes, Sir. Sonic Form.</span>~<br /><br />Fate's Barrier Jacket glows and shifts, convtering into Sonic Form. A moment later, Bardiche shifts as well, opening from a poleaxe into a large sword.<br /><br />~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Zanber Form.</span>~<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Oh. I guess it's not a swimsuit or lingerie." Mamimi exclaims, peering out over at the fighters!<br /><br />Suddenly, Vivio is EATEN by the light. "Oh, is she a god?" Mamimi wonders aloud into the microphone as the spirals of magic flow around her before the bodysuit is placed around her! Fate, meanwhile, doesn't have as much of a transformation. "Oh! So it's a god against someone not a god? This could be bad for them though! Maybe it's them just playing like they are a god, though." Mamimi wonders out loud. <br /><br />"These two are going to fight, aren't they? I wonder what the winner gets! If it's a fashion show, it'll probably be a few sponsers. Then they'll get rich and famous and never have to work!"<br /><br />"I think I'd like to do that. Do you think I'm pretty, Ta-kun?" <br /><br />There's a deafening silence. The rock with wings falls over with a thud.<br /><br />"Ta-kun, you're so nice!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio watches Fate enter the arena, grinning in anticipation. It's been a while since she fought her mama in a real match. It'll be interesting to see if she's been able to close the gap in their abilities any!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Fate's words, Vivio blushes a little in embarrassment, saying, "Heeeee, thanks~" Vivio giggles some more at their commentator, but then the countdown begins. She moves into an attack stance in preparation, calling out to Fate, "Don't go easy on me! Because I won't be!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Beep. Beep. Beep.</span> <span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">DING!</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The match is on! Vivio's foot shifts just barely before she's gone, covering the distance between her and Fate in the blink of an eye. Vivio's <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Jet Step</span> takes her right up in front of Fate, where she throws a quick right-hook to test her mama's defenses.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A smile spreads across Fate's lips. "If you held back, Vivio, I'd know!" She giggles softly, giving the girl a nod. "And you know I won't either..."<br /><br />A soft chime sounds from Bardiche as Vivio charges, though the attack is a bit too unexpected for Fate to really dodge it. She takes the hit instead, rocking back several feet before catching herself midair. "...you've been practicing." Rather than touching down to the ground, Fate remains hovering and darts forward, swinging Bardiche to send a wide arc of energy flying from the tip of the blade! ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Zanber Saber</span>~<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Huh?" <br /><br />Mamimi peers closer as she leans over the desk, "They seem to know each other!"<br />Mamimi has no clue, clearly. <br /><br />"it looks like they're fighting too, but are happy about it? I don't know of any fights that people were happy about, before." She notes, "Especially where they're punching and swinging swords at each other... it's like one of those television shows, or books." Mamimi notes, scratching her head. "If that's the case, then, then Fate has to be the older and stronger one, and Vivio has to be the younger and green one. I bet she's the underdog!" Mamimi notes, sitting back in her chair, spinning again. "Even if she dressed up, swinging your fist against a sword seems kind of like a stupid idea. The pitcher throws balls, not fists, at the batter." She states, matter-of-factly. "I wonder if it's easy to clean her clothing from blood..." Mamimi wonders, matter-of-factly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio grins at the mention of practice, "Always!" Especially in anticipation of the WMAT, and this fight specifically.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio sees Fate swinging Bardiche, having a fair idea of what's coming next. In a perhaps questionable move, Vivio bursts forwards, running fast towards the incoming arc of energy. The two meet and there is an explosion!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before the smoke even has a chance to disperse, something comes darting out. It's a beam of light streaking straight towards Fate! A simple shooting spell...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait, that's not all! As the beam streaks towards Fate from the front, Vivio is coming in from above! Her Barrier Jacket is a little torn up after that last hit, but she's still looking strong! Vivio falls towards Fate, leg swinging around at the last moment as she launches a kick towards Fate's head, timing it in concert with the shot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>If Mamimi wants to see a lot of blood, she may be disappointed! While it sometimes happens, most Midchildan magic is non-lethal by nature, including the blade of Fate's sword. That doesn't stop it from being able to hurt opponents, though.<br /><br />Although she knows better than to think that a single shooting-type spell is all that her daughter will throw at her, Fate isn't quite sure what's going to come next. With the speed of the shot, and also to make sure not to limit her mobility, Fate blocks the blast with her arm rather than putting up a shield. A chime sounds from her Device, and she glances up in time to swing her other arm up, catching the kick along her forearm. "Nnnn..." That may leave a little bit of a bruise later.<br /><br />With Vivio so close, trying to bring such a large weapon as Bardiche Zanber to its full use would be difficult. Instead, she shifts back slightly and lifts her left arm, curling the hand into a fist and swinging the armored gauntlet right toward Vivio's midsection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While Vivio and Fate fight on, Mamimi...<br /><br />Mamimi isn't watching this round.<br /><br />"Ta-kun, did you see where I dropped it?" She asks of the flying rock block, which floats in the air, uncaring, as it is wont to do. <br /><br />"I dropped the lighter somewhere here..." She doesn't take off the microphone, either. "Anyways, do you think this'll matter? I know they're fighting and trying their hardest, but...." She shrugs to the uncaring rock, as she finds it - flicking it and putting the cigarette into her mouth. <br /><br />"...I wonder if the stadium is fla-" <br /><br />Finally, she hears the echo of the microphone, blinking twice, "Ah... Fla...I mean this fight is firing up!" Mamimi exclaims, biting her lip and the cigarette. She whispers to Ta-kun, "Do you think the bought it?" ...Feedback. "The exhibition match souvenirs... I mean..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;WHAM!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate's fist connects with Vivio's body, sending the girl flying away and across the arena. Vivio bounces a couple of times before she manages to plant a hand against the ground. She twists, wheels of light forming on the bottom of her boots before they come down on the arena floor. Now skating backwards from her momentum, Vivio grins towards Fate, "Nice punch!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio spins, skating forwards now but turning to go in a large circle around Fate. She's having trouble finding a good opening in her mama's defenses... Though that's to be expected!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A triangular spell circle appears on the ground beneath her, keeping up with her as she rolls along. Orbs of light begin to form in the air around Vivio, though they don't follow her. The mage leaves a trail of them behind her as she says, "Sonic Shooter..." She then spins to a halt, arm swinging around to point towards Fate, "Assault Shift!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trail of orbs burst into beams of light that streak towards Fate, coming from multiple directions to hopefully reduce the effectiveness of Fate's speed!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>At the compliment, Fate merely tips her head. "I've had to fight with the likes of Vita and Subaru as well, don't forget." She does expect the quick recovery, at least, and brings both armored gauntlet and sword up defensively in preparation for an attack.<br /><br />A triangular mark means Belkan magic, and although Fate can't use it herself, she's quite familiar with it. A series of blasts flies her way, and sw quickly gestures with one hand. ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Plasma Lancer, Get Set.</span>~ Half a dozen balls of crackling golden energy form around her, then dart out on an intercept course for the Sonic Shooter blasts! The first one strikes, exploding in a huge cloud og magical smoke that obscures the rest of them. A flash of light indicates another hit, then another, but one does fly through, slamming into Fate's chest and charring against her Barrier Jacket. <br /><br />Of course, two more of Fate's own blasts go flying out of the cloud of smoke as well, both of them flying toward Vivio!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The attention by Mamimi is suddenly rekindled as, Mamimi claims. "Fate slams straihgt across the arena, bouncing!". <br /><br />The cigarette falls out of her mouth, tumbling down the arena - and thankfully being put out as Ta-kun smashes onto it. <br /><br />"Ta-kun!" She cries out, huffing, "Well, if you wanted to share...Oh that's not Fate?" She shrugs, then looks over to the battlefield once more. "So Vivio is dead, we'll have to bury h... huh?" Mamimi's eyes narrow a bit as Vivio /catches herself/ and even grins. "Oh. I guess they are both angels, or dark angels... or something." Mamimi states, non-plussed. "Vivio's shooting light beams! So she must be a holy type." <br /><br />As Fate, with crackling gold energy about her, is sent out, Mamimi begins again. "I guess she's electric type." <br /><br />Oh there's food! "Hey! I'm the announcer, so I get free food and drink, right? Bring some for Ta-kun too!" She beams, "Bring a battery too, for Fate to eat and ... I'm not sure what angels eat.... oh just bring me lots of hotdogs, I think that'd be what an angel would want, anyways, someone to eat for them."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's hard to tell what exactly made it through Fate's counterattack... Oh wait! It looks like one hit. Yey! Unfortunately Vivio doesn't have much time to celebrate as two of Fate's shots head towards her. Vivio doesn't have time to react, barely having a moment to think 'This isn't going so well...' before she goes up in another blast of light.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thrown by the blast, Vivio is ejected from the cloud of smoke, Barrier Jacket scorched and blown open in some places. She's starting to feel the strain of the fight, but judging by the look of determination on her face, she's not giving up just yet!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio twists in the air, a magical platform appear long enough for her to plant her feet against it and then launch herself down towards Fate. Light begins to form around Vivio's leg as she starts, "Revolver..." Is she going to try another overhead kick?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait... Vivio changes things up a little bit, quickly landing in front of Fate and lashing out with a low sweep kick to try and knock her mama off her feet. She lets her momentum continue around as she rises, finishing, "Spike!" The magic-enhanced kick is sent towards Fate's chest.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Another attack from above? No, the trajectory is wrong for that... Though she didn't expect an attack from that lower angle. Although she's not technically standing, that sweeping kick still strikes her leg and knocks her to the side, enough that the momentum-fueled kick has no trouble landing in the center of her chest and burning some of the already damaged Barrier Jacket. "Oof!"<br /><br />The impact is enough that she flies at a sharp arc upward and back, before finally flipping over in the air to properly right herself. "This is starting to remind me a bit of those games Arisa used to love to play..." One hand extends, and four more Plasma Lancers begin to orbit around her arm. "Fire!" One by one, the blasts spiral down toward Vivio, each one exploding in a large cloud of magical smoke and sparks.<br /><br />But the follow-up strike is just as dangerous, as Fate suddenly dives down herself after the fourth Lancer, bringing down Bardiche with enough force to smash the arena floor. "HAAAAAAA!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>SMASH CUT TO THE ANNOUNCER BOX.<br />Mamimi is busily /chowing down/.<br /><br />"Mpph!" She declares, as Vivio is ejected from the cloud of smoke roughly. "Mmph mphh... meh!" She declares, swallowing. "She's really got a lot of spirit. If she's lucky, that's not what will be the only thing left of her when Fate finishes it all! ... Unless it's like a video game." Mamimi admits.<br /><br />"I.... Is she hurt at all?" The girl shrugs and takes another bite out of a hotdog, chewing it with such conviction! of course Fate is on the attack! The arena floor is smashed, and Fate is on the offensive! "MPPH!" Mamimi declares!<br /><br />Swallow, "Vivio's definitely done for after that one! Maybe they don't like each other?" Mamimi asks Ta-kun without any thought to what might be going on. "Oh... Ta-kun, do you think they're skilled or is this normally how things are?" Apparently unphased, Mamimi even yawns before sitting back in the chair. "This announcer gig is pretty good, Ta-kun. Free food, and you get a comfy chair... why would you ever want to go into the arena? I guess if you want to be the best..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio stands again as she watches Fate recover, then giggles quietly and says, "Used to? I still play them with her sometimes!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio watches as the Plasma Lancers form. She can dodge them! They begin rain down, Vivio jumping from spot to spot, just barely getting caught on the edges of the blasts. They do a good job of distracting her though and she doesn't see Fate coming in for the follow up until it's too late to dodge.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio plants her feet in the ground and raises her hands to actually catch the blade! Or not exactly, the magic flaring from her hands, fighting against the energy of Fate's blade. For a moment, it looks like Vivio may actually fend of the attack... For just a moment though.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio's defense fails, the blade striking her and smashing her into the ground with enough force to form a crater in the arena floor.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio lies in the centre of the crater for a moment, Barrier Jacket scorched and full of holes. Vivio's body beneath is mostly alright, thanks to the non-lethal magic. Though it is pretty red... Is she down for good like Mamimi believes?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Flash Strike..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait, she speaks! An orb of irridescent light appears in her hand which she raises to point at Fate, "Divine Buster." The large conal blast of energy is unleashed quickly from Vivio's palm, spreading out to hopefully engulf Fate entirely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the blast, Vivio struggles to get to her feet again. She's looking a little wobbly, but through the tired expression she smiles, still having fun.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Why does this not surprise me..." Fate lets out an amused sigh. Oh, Arisa.<br /><br />As Vivio tries to catch the sword, Fate continues pushing it down, until she finally craters the floor of the arena. The poor floor has seen much worse in its day, though.<br /><br />Even after a hit that hard, Fate is almost certain that Vivio is -not- down. Her daughter is much more resilient, and much more stubborn than that. What she wasn't expecting, though, is a copy of Nanoha's signature move. "Wh--"<br /><br />The elder mage is engulfed in the blast, and for a brief moment it's hard to see what just happened. When the light clears, there are severa holes burned in her Barrier Jacket, but Fate still hovers there, one hand forward.... and a magic circle forming in the air in front of her. <br /><br />Magical energy runs along her arm, collecting into a bright, crackling sphere in her hand, and she slams that sphere forward against the rune circle. "Trident... Smasher!" As Fate calls out the name, three beams of energy lance out from the circle, all of them separating then converging in on Vivio.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>There is a sudden burst of energy!<br />That is to say, an eruption, from Vivio!<br /><br />"Oh! It's over." Mamimi announces as the giant beam likely engulfs Fate entirely. How could she manage? "Even if they're both crazy, the angel smites Fate! Looks like Vivio wins." Mamimi declares, sipping on something as she wiggles her feet, comfy. That is, of course, before Fate manages to /survive/. /Hovering/. Mamimi stares a bit, peering at Fate, before she simply lances out - a massive tri-beam of energy all converging! <br /><br />Mamimi doesn't have much to say. "It's.... not over?" She notes, head tilting, as she watches. "Is it over now?" She asks, almost surprised, as she peers. "...Will it ever be over? What do you think, Ta-kun?" She asks, holding the mic up to him again. <br /><br />Deafening silence.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio's vivid eyes watch the three golden streaks of light head towards her. She doesn't feel she can muster the speed to evade them and if she tries, she'll likely go down, knowing the power of fate's Trident Smasher... So she figures her only option is to try and weather the strike.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio quickly raises her hand, the <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Round Shield</span> forming just beyond her palm. The combined energy of the three beams strike Vivio's defensive barrier, flaring off to the side for just a moment. But the barrier definitely looks like it won't hold and sure enough, cracks form and then it shatters. The remainder of the attack strikes Vivio in a large explosion of light.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Fate's attack finally fades, Vivio is still standing in the same position. However she looks pretty beaten. Much of her Barrier Jacket is gone and it seems like any moment now she could fall over.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio looks up, giving Fate a tired smile, "Heh... I guess I'm still not quite up to you yet..." Is she admitting defeat? Nope. Magic begins to crackle around her right hand, suggesting she is going to continue on. She admits as much as she says, "But I'm never going to give up!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio rears her fist back, "Spark..." She launches her first forward, the crackling energy bursting off as a beam of light, "Splash!" Although it's probably not a spell Fate has seen Vivio use before, it looks like a fairly typical shooting spell like Fate has dealt with many times before.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, things get parhaps a bit more surprising as the beam reaches Fate and Vivio calls out, "Lock!" The energy bursts, forming chains of light that attempt to wrap around Fate and lock her in place.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio knows that the chains won't hold Fate forever, but it should be just long enough. She speaks calmly, "Full Drive, Accel Mode." The gems on Vivio's gloves and boots begin to glow. A circular spell circle appears beneath Vivio's feet, a trail of light following her hand as she releases an orb of light. The orb floats out and up some distance before stopping and beginning to quickly grow in size. As it does, Vivio's spell circle rises, carrying her up in line with the quickly growing orb.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time Vivio forms a fist and rears her hand back, the orb is already several metres across. The loud hum of energy is undeniable. Vivio can't help but grin towards Fate in anticipation as she says, "Sacred..." She swings, her fist connect with the orb. A spell circle flashes to life at the point of contact, another larger one appearing around the large orb. Vivio cries out, "BLAZER!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The orb bursts, unleashing a massive beam of energy towards Fate to smash into her and probably further, lancing out far into the sky behind her before finally tapering off.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>That is a new spell! Although she doesn't know exactly what it does, Fate prepares herself to guard... which is why she's caught by surprise when it turns out to be a binding spell. "What...." She tugs at the chains, then flicks her gaze back toward Vivio. <br /><br />"...Bardiche!" Even as the blast flies toward her, a soft chime rings out, ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Yes, Sir.</span>~ The light is almost blinding for a moment as that blast slams into Fate. Once the light clears, though, shards of golden energy fall from the sky around her. ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Defenser Plus</span>~ Though even with that shield, the aftereffects of the blast are visible, with more of Fate's Barrier Jacket scorched and several bits blasted off. "That was very impressive, Vivio!" It's not hollow praise, either. Fate may be kind, but she's not a flatterer. <br /><br />"Lightning Bind!" With a gesture, four rings appear around Vivio's wrists and ankles, spinning for a moment before locking her limbs. It's not the strongest Bind spell, but a few seconds is all she needs. Lightning charges along the blade of Bardiche Zanber, sparks flying from its surface, and Fate suddenly disappears.<br /><br />She reappears almost instantaneously, across the arena, and flies straight toward Vivio, holding her sword back and ready to strike. "Sprite Zanber!" There's even a slashing effect left by magic trailing in the wake of Fate's swing, as she moves to swing the sword right -through- Vivio, apparently to no effect.<br /><br />About half a second later, that effect comes, and a massive explosion goes off from the crackling magic the sword left behind.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>It's the LAST STAND!<br />Mamimi, of course, doesn't know. "Are they going to go all out?" She asks, aloud, kind of confused. "Ta-kun, are you sure? I'll be sure for you! She said FULL drive." Mamimi claims. Wagging a finger, "So she's going automatic drive. It's a thing cars have now. But will she make a line drive? Will she get a home run?" She asks of Ta-kun!<br /><br />She swings!<br /><br />The massive beam of energy straight through the sky. The energy causes Mamimi's close, skirt and shirt to ruffle and billow in the force! <br /><br />She winces and holds Ta-kun close. "Oh.... wow."<br /><br />Then Fate decides to end it. "Oh! She's going to finish her, it looks like. How brutal." <br /><br />There's ... nothing, then, as Fate passes by Vivio. "Even when she swings and the angel is held down, she still missed!" Mamimi exclaims, shaking her head. "It looks like Vivio is going to be -"<br /><br />Vivio then promptly seems to explode, the crackling sword taking out Vivio. <br /><br />"Dead. She's dead." Mamimi continues, nodding, "I guess we should bury her now." She continues on, "Or is there anything left? Ta-kun, do you think this is too violent for children?" Holding Ta-kun close, Mamimi has to wince away from the explosions. "She really couldn't have survive, I'm sure."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio seems happy at the compliment. And is then promptly bound. Uh oh. Vivio struggles against the binds but she doesn't have the strength to break free. Plus, it's already too late. Vivio can see Fate closing in for what will likely be the final strike. There's pretty much nothing else she can do except take it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a bit of a strange sensation to have Bardiche pass through her like it was nothing... The following explosion was certainly a more familiar feeling.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the smoke clears and the dust settles, Vivio can be seen lieing in the crater created by the blast. What's left of her Barrier Jacket is smoking and she looks generally beat.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio doesn't move for the most part, though she does manage to open her eyes and look towards Fate. She smiles a little, saying, "... Good match... Mama..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>After the explosion clears and Fate lands, the elder Mage turns back toward the blast crater. "Vivio..." She sees her daughter on the ground and flies over to land next to her. "I'm so proud of you."<br /><br />Dropping down to a crouch, Fate rests a hand on the girl's forehead and smiles. "Once you've had some time to rest, I'll treat you to some cake, okay?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Mamimi Samejima says, "Oh, that's her mother? I guess it was a bit of a family fued. It looks like mother knows best, and punished her child? ... Huh."<br /><br />"You're not supposed to be here!" Mamimi, grasping a hot dog and going to eat once more, turns towards the guard and then drops it. And her cigarettes. "...Not anymore, at least!" <br /><br />She books it."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Last time, she sold food.<br />To herself.<br />This time, Mamimi did not so much sneak but wander into the announcer's booth. No one will seemingly correct this.<br /><br />Sitting in a chair that is far too comfortable for her infront of the Arena, Mamimi Samejima happily bars herself off from the riff-raff life she normaly leads, a flying rock with wings besides her. Grabbing the microphone, Mamimi then spins the chair she is in. "Looks like there'll be a fight here today." The absolutely hyped and clearly ecstatic teen states, "Hey Ta-kun, do you think it'll be impressive? Now, a word from Ta-kun!" <br /><br />The microphone is held towards the flying rock. It, being a rock, doesn't say anything. Not a thing. Spinning back around, Mamimi continues. "You don't know who's fighting? ... Uh it's...." An odd space of dead air fills the stadium as Mamimi glances at the schedule. "... I think it's Fate against Vivio? I think they'll take it to the seventh inning stretch, but I'm hoping for lots of home runs."<br /><br />"It's an exhibition match, too. Ta-kun, do you think it'll be swim wear or lingerie that they'll be exhibiting?" Mamimi asks the rock.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a lovely day for a battle! The sun is shining, the sky is crystal clear with not a cloud in sight. The stands are packed with awesome, awesome people who have come to watch these two fighters duke it out. Not like those not-awesome people who didn't come to watch.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first to leave the combatants hut is Vivio, the young girl still in her normal child form as she walks out across the arena grounds. Vivio is grinning and waving to the crowd happily. The small plush bunny that is her Device, Chris, floats alongside her, waving his small pointed arm in synch with his master.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching her starting position, Vivio pauses for a moment to giggle at the commentator. She then reaches up and takes a hold of the plush bunny and says, "Alright Chris. Let's do this!" Vivio holds Chris up, "Sacred Heart, Contact Mode! Set up!" An orb of irridescent light engulfs Vivio, mostly hiding her from view as more spirals of magic flow around her. Inside the light, the silhouette of the young girl begins to grow larger into the form of a young woman. Finally the magic bursts with a flash of light and gust of wind, leaving behind Vivio looking older, clad in the skin-tight bodysuit with white jacket and occasional armor pieces that is her Barrier Jacket.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio throws a few air-punches and kicks, both to warp up and excite the crowd, before she settles and waits for the match to begin, her long side-ponytail blowing in the wind.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>As her name is announced, Fate steps out from the opposite side of the arena. She's already in her Impulse Form Barrier Jacket, Bardiche in poleaxe form in one hand.<br /><br />Once she gets close enough, though, she smiles softly at her opponent. "I'm so proud of you, Vivio..." She promised herself she wouldn't cry, or try to hug her daughter, so she refrains from that, though Vivio can probably see how much Fate -wants- to. "...Bardi<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ he."<br /><br />~chy">Yes, Sir. Sonic Form.</span>~<br /><br />Fate's Barrier Jacket glows and shifts, convtering into Sonic Form. A moment later, Bardiche shifts as well, opening from a poleaxe into a large sword.<br /><br />~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Zanber Form.</span>~<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Oh. I guess it's not a swimsuit or lingerie." Mamimi exclaims, peering out over at the fighters!<br /><br />Suddenly, Vivio is EATEN by the light. "Oh, is she a god?" Mamimi wonders aloud into the microphone as the spirals of magic flow around her before the bodysuit is placed around her! Fate, meanwhile, doesn't have as much of a transformation. "Oh! So it's a god against someone not a god? This could be bad for them though! Maybe it's them just playing like they are a god, though." Mamimi wonders out loud. <br /><br />"These two are going to fight, aren't they? I wonder what the winner gets! If it's a fashion show, it'll probably be a few sponsers. Then they'll get rich and famous and never have to work!"<br /><br />"I think I'd like to do that. Do you think I'm pretty, Ta-kun?" <br /><br />There's a deafening silence. The rock with wings falls over with a thud.<br /><br />"Ta-kun, you're so nice!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio watches Fate enter the arena, grinning in anticipation. It's been a while since she fought her mama in a real match. It'll be interesting to see if she's been able to close the gap in their abilities any!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Fate's words, Vivio blushes a little in embarrassment, saying, "Heeeee, thanks~" Vivio giggles some more at their commentator, but then the countdown begins. She moves into an attack stance in preparation, calling out to Fate, "Don't go easy on me! Because I won't be!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Beep. Beep. Beep.</span> <span class=" bold_fg_g bg_n ++ hg">DING!</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The match is on! Vivio's foot shifts just barely before she's gone, covering the distance between her and Fate in the blink of an eye. Vivio's <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Jet Step</span> takes her right up in front of Fate, where she throws a quick right-hook to test her mama's defenses.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A smile spreads across Fate's lips. "If you held back, Vivio, I'd know!" She giggles softly, giving the girl a nod. "And you know I won't either..."<br /><br />A soft chime sounds from Bardiche as Vivio charges, though the attack is a bit too unexpected for Fate to really dodge it. She takes the hit instead, rocking back several feet before catching herself midair. "...you've been practicing." Rather than touching down to the ground, Fate remains hovering and darts forward, swinging Bardiche to send a wide arc of energy flying from the tip of the blade! ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Zanber Saber</span>~<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Huh?" <br /><br />Mamimi peers closer as she leans over the desk, "They seem to know each other!"<br />Mamimi has no clue, clearly. <br /><br />"it looks like they're fighting too, but are happy about it? I don't know of any fights that people were happy about, before." She notes, "Especially where they're punching and swinging swords at each other... it's like one of those television shows, or books." Mamimi notes, scratching her head. "If that's the case, then, then Fate has to be the older and stronger one, and Vivio has to be the younger and green one. I bet she's the underdog!" Mamimi notes, sitting back in her chair, spinning again. "Even if she dressed up, swinging your fist against a sword seems kind of like a stupid idea. The pitcher throws balls, not fists, at the batter." She states, matter-of-factly. "I wonder if it's easy to clean her clothing from blood..." Mamimi wonders, matter-of-factly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio grins at the mention of practice, "Always!" Especially in anticipation of the WMAT, and this fight specifically.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio sees Fate swinging Bardiche, having a fair idea of what's coming next. In a perhaps questionable move, Vivio bursts forwards, running fast towards the incoming arc of energy. The two meet and there is an explosion!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before the smoke even has a chance to disperse, something comes darting out. It's a beam of light streaking straight towards Fate! A simple shooting spell...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait, that's not all! As the beam streaks towards Fate from the front, Vivio is coming in from above! Her Barrier Jacket is a little torn up after that last hit, but she's still looking strong! Vivio falls towards Fate, leg swinging around at the last moment as she launches a kick towards Fate's head, timing it in concert with the shot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>If Mamimi wants to see a lot of blood, she may be disappointed! While it sometimes happens, most Midchildan magic is non-lethal by nature, including the blade of Fate's sword. That doesn't stop it from being able to hurt opponents, though.<br /><br />Although she knows better than to think that a single shooting-type spell is all that her daughter will throw at her, Fate isn't quite sure what's going to come next. With the speed of the shot, and also to make sure not to limit her mobility, Fate blocks the blast with her arm rather than putting up a shield. A chime sounds from her Device, and she glances up in time to swing her other arm up, catching the kick along her forearm. "Nnnn..." That may leave a little bit of a bruise later.<br /><br />With Vivio so close, trying to bring such a large weapon as Bardiche Zanber to its full use would be difficult. Instead, she shifts back slightly and lifts her left arm, curling the hand into a fist and swinging the armored gauntlet right toward Vivio's midsection.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>While Vivio and Fate fight on, Mamimi...<br /><br />Mamimi isn't watching this round.<br /><br />"Ta-kun, did you see where I dropped it?" She asks of the flying rock block, which floats in the air, uncaring, as it is wont to do. <br /><br />"I dropped the lighter somewhere here..." She doesn't take off the microphone, either. "Anyways, do you think this'll matter? I know they're fighting and trying their hardest, but...." She shrugs to the uncaring rock, as she finds it - flicking it and putting the cigarette into her mouth. <br /><br />"...I wonder if the stadium is fla-" <br /><br />Finally, she hears the echo of the microphone, blinking twice, "Ah... Fla...I mean this fight is firing up!" Mamimi exclaims, biting her lip and the cigarette. She whispers to Ta-kun, "Do you think the bought it?" ...Feedback. "The exhibition match souvenirs... I mean..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;WHAM!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fate's fist connects with Vivio's body, sending the girl flying away and across the arena. Vivio bounces a couple of times before she manages to plant a hand against the ground. She twists, wheels of light forming on the bottom of her boots before they come down on the arena floor. Now skating backwards from her momentum, Vivio grins towards Fate, "Nice punch!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio spins, skating forwards now but turning to go in a large circle around Fate. She's having trouble finding a good opening in her mama's defenses... Though that's to be expected!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A triangular spell circle appears on the ground beneath her, keeping up with her as she rolls along. Orbs of light begin to form in the air around Vivio, though they don't follow her. The mage leaves a trail of them behind her as she says, "Sonic Shooter..." She then spins to a halt, arm swinging around to point towards Fate, "Assault Shift!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trail of orbs burst into beams of light that streak towards Fate, coming from multiple directions to hopefully reduce the effectiveness of Fate's speed!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>At the compliment, Fate merely tips her head. "I've had to fight with the likes of Vita and Subaru as well, don't forget." She does expect the quick recovery, at least, and brings both armored gauntlet and sword up defensively in preparation for an attack.<br /><br />A triangular mark means Belkan magic, and although Fate can't use it herself, she's quite familiar with it. A series of blasts flies her way, and sw quickly gestures with one hand. ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Plasma Lancer, Get Set.</span>~ Half a dozen balls of crackling golden energy form around her, then dart out on an intercept course for the Sonic Shooter blasts! The first one strikes, exploding in a huge cloud og magical smoke that obscures the rest of them. A flash of light indicates another hit, then another, but one does fly through, slamming into Fate's chest and charring against her Barrier Jacket. <br /><br />Of course, two more of Fate's own blasts go flying out of the cloud of smoke as well, both of them flying toward Vivio!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The attention by Mamimi is suddenly rekindled as, Mamimi claims. "Fate slams straihgt across the arena, bouncing!". <br /><br />The cigarette falls out of her mouth, tumbling down the arena - and thankfully being put out as Ta-kun smashes onto it. <br /><br />"Ta-kun!" She cries out, huffing, "Well, if you wanted to share...Oh that's not Fate?" She shrugs, then looks over to the battlefield once more. "So Vivio is dead, we'll have to bury h... huh?" Mamimi's eyes narrow a bit as Vivio /catches herself/ and even grins. "Oh. I guess they are both angels, or dark angels... or something." Mamimi states, non-plussed. "Vivio's shooting light beams! So she must be a holy type." <br /><br />As Fate, with crackling gold energy about her, is sent out, Mamimi begins again. "I guess she's electric type." <br /><br />Oh there's food! "Hey! I'm the announcer, so I get free food and drink, right? Bring some for Ta-kun too!" She beams, "Bring a battery too, for Fate to eat and ... I'm not sure what angels eat.... oh just bring me lots of hotdogs, I think that'd be what an angel would want, anyways, someone to eat for them."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's hard to tell what exactly made it through Fate's counterattack... Oh wait! It looks like one hit. Yey! Unfortunately Vivio doesn't have much time to celebrate as two of Fate's shots head towards her. Vivio doesn't have time to react, barely having a moment to think 'This isn't going so well...' before she goes up in another blast of light.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thrown by the blast, Vivio is ejected from the cloud of smoke, Barrier Jacket scorched and blown open in some places. She's starting to feel the strain of the fight, but judging by the look of determination on her face, she's not giving up just yet!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio twists in the air, a magical platform appear long enough for her to plant her feet against it and then launch herself down towards Fate. Light begins to form around Vivio's leg as she starts, "Revolver..." Is she going to try another overhead kick?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait... Vivio changes things up a little bit, quickly landing in front of Fate and lashing out with a low sweep kick to try and knock her mama off her feet. She lets her momentum continue around as she rises, finishing, "Spike!" The magic-enhanced kick is sent towards Fate's chest.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Another attack from above? No, the trajectory is wrong for that... Though she didn't expect an attack from that lower angle. Although she's not technically standing, that sweeping kick still strikes her leg and knocks her to the side, enough that the momentum-fueled kick has no trouble landing in the center of her chest and burning some of the already damaged Barrier Jacket. "Oof!"<br /><br />The impact is enough that she flies at a sharp arc upward and back, before finally flipping over in the air to properly right herself. "This is starting to remind me a bit of those games Arisa used to love to play..." One hand extends, and four more Plasma Lancers begin to orbit around her arm. "Fire!" One by one, the blasts spiral down toward Vivio, each one exploding in a large cloud of magical smoke and sparks.<br /><br />But the follow-up strike is just as dangerous, as Fate suddenly dives down herself after the fourth Lancer, bringing down Bardiche with enough force to smash the arena floor. "HAAAAAAA!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>SMASH CUT TO THE ANNOUNCER BOX.<br />Mamimi is busily /chowing down/.<br /><br />"Mpph!" She declares, as Vivio is ejected from the cloud of smoke roughly. "Mmph mphh... meh!" She declares, swallowing. "She's really got a lot of spirit. If she's lucky, that's not what will be the only thing left of her when Fate finishes it all! ... Unless it's like a video game." Mamimi admits.<br /><br />"I.... Is she hurt at all?" The girl shrugs and takes another bite out of a hotdog, chewing it with such conviction! of course Fate is on the attack! The arena floor is smashed, and Fate is on the offensive! "MPPH!" Mamimi declares!<br /><br />Swallow, "Vivio's definitely done for after that one! Maybe they don't like each other?" Mamimi asks Ta-kun without any thought to what might be going on. "Oh... Ta-kun, do you think they're skilled or is this normally how things are?" Apparently unphased, Mamimi even yawns before sitting back in the chair. "This announcer gig is pretty good, Ta-kun. Free food, and you get a comfy chair... why would you ever want to go into the arena? I guess if you want to be the best..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio stands again as she watches Fate recover, then giggles quietly and says, "Used to? I still play them with her sometimes!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio watches as the Plasma Lancers form. She can dodge them! They begin rain down, Vivio jumping from spot to spot, just barely getting caught on the edges of the blasts. They do a good job of distracting her though and she doesn't see Fate coming in for the follow up until it's too late to dodge.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio plants her feet in the ground and raises her hands to actually catch the blade! Or not exactly, the magic flaring from her hands, fighting against the energy of Fate's blade. For a moment, it looks like Vivio may actually fend of the attack... For just a moment though.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio's defense fails, the blade striking her and smashing her into the ground with enough force to form a crater in the arena floor.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio lies in the centre of the crater for a moment, Barrier Jacket scorched and full of holes. Vivio's body beneath is mostly alright, thanks to the non-lethal magic. Though it is pretty red... Is she down for good like Mamimi believes?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... Flash Strike..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait, she speaks! An orb of irridescent light appears in her hand which she raises to point at Fate, "Divine Buster." The large conal blast of energy is unleashed quickly from Vivio's palm, spreading out to hopefully engulf Fate entirely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the blast, Vivio struggles to get to her feet again. She's looking a little wobbly, but through the tired expression she smiles, still having fun.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Why does this not surprise me..." Fate lets out an amused sigh. Oh, Arisa.<br /><br />As Vivio tries to catch the sword, Fate continues pushing it down, until she finally craters the floor of the arena. The poor floor has seen much worse in its day, though.<br /><br />Even after a hit that hard, Fate is almost certain that Vivio is -not- down. Her daughter is much more resilient, and much more stubborn than that. What she wasn't expecting, though, is a copy of Nanoha's signature move. "Wh--"<br /><br />The elder mage is engulfed in the blast, and for a brief moment it's hard to see what just happened. When the light clears, there are severa holes burned in her Barrier Jacket, but Fate still hovers there, one hand forward.... and a magic circle forming in the air in front of her. <br /><br />Magical energy runs along her arm, collecting into a bright, crackling sphere in her hand, and she slams that sphere forward against the rune circle. "Trident... Smasher!" As Fate calls out the name, three beams of energy lance out from the circle, all of them separating then converging in on Vivio.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>There is a sudden burst of energy!<br />That is to say, an eruption, from Vivio!<br /><br />"Oh! It's over." Mamimi announces as the giant beam likely engulfs Fate entirely. How could she manage? "Even if they're both crazy, the angel smites Fate! Looks like Vivio wins." Mamimi declares, sipping on something as she wiggles her feet, comfy. That is, of course, before Fate manages to /survive/. /Hovering/. Mamimi stares a bit, peering at Fate, before she simply lances out - a massive tri-beam of energy all converging! <br /><br />Mamimi doesn't have much to say. "It's.... not over?" She notes, head tilting, as she watches. "Is it over now?" She asks, almost surprised, as she peers. "...Will it ever be over? What do you think, Ta-kun?" She asks, holding the mic up to him again. <br /><br />Deafening silence.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio's vivid eyes watch the three golden streaks of light head towards her. She doesn't feel she can muster the speed to evade them and if she tries, she'll likely go down, knowing the power of fate's Trident Smasher... So she figures her only option is to try and weather the strike.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio quickly raises her hand, the <span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Round Shield</span> forming just beyond her palm. The combined energy of the three beams strike Vivio's defensive barrier, flaring off to the side for just a moment. But the barrier definitely looks like it won't hold and sure enough, cracks form and then it shatters. The remainder of the attack strikes Vivio in a large explosion of light.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Fate's attack finally fades, Vivio is still standing in the same position. However she looks pretty beaten. Much of her Barrier Jacket is gone and it seems like any moment now she could fall over.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio looks up, giving Fate a tired smile, "Heh... I guess I'm still not quite up to you yet..." Is she admitting defeat? Nope. Magic begins to crackle around her right hand, suggesting she is going to continue on. She admits as much as she says, "But I'm never going to give up!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio rears her fist back, "Spark..." She launches her first forward, the crackling energy bursting off as a beam of light, "Splash!" Although it's probably not a spell Fate has seen Vivio use before, it looks like a fairly typical shooting spell like Fate has dealt with many times before.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, things get parhaps a bit more surprising as the beam reaches Fate and Vivio calls out, "Lock!" The energy bursts, forming chains of light that attempt to wrap around Fate and lock her in place.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio knows that the chains won't hold Fate forever, but it should be just long enough. She speaks calmly, "Full Drive, Accel Mode." The gems on Vivio's gloves and boots begin to glow. A circular spell circle appears beneath Vivio's feet, a trail of light following her hand as she releases an orb of light. The orb floats out and up some distance before stopping and beginning to quickly grow in size. As it does, Vivio's spell circle rises, carrying her up in line with the quickly growing orb.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time Vivio forms a fist and rears her hand back, the orb is already several metres across. The loud hum of energy is undeniable. Vivio can't help but grin towards Fate in anticipation as she says, "Sacred..." She swings, her fist connect with the orb. A spell circle flashes to life at the point of contact, another larger one appearing around the large orb. Vivio cries out, "BLAZER!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The orb bursts, unleashing a massive beam of energy towards Fate to smash into her and probably further, lancing out far into the sky behind her before finally tapering off.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>That is a new spell! Although she doesn't know exactly what it does, Fate prepares herself to guard... which is why she's caught by surprise when it turns out to be a binding spell. "What...." She tugs at the chains, then flicks her gaze back toward Vivio. <br /><br />"...Bardiche!" Even as the blast flies toward her, a soft chime rings out, ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Yes, Sir.</span>~ The light is almost blinding for a moment as that blast slams into Fate. Once the light clears, though, shards of golden energy fall from the sky around her. ~<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">Defenser Plus</span>~ Though even with that shield, the aftereffects of the blast are visible, with more of Fate's Barrier Jacket scorched and several bits blasted off. "That was very impressive, Vivio!" It's not hollow praise, either. Fate may be kind, but she's not a flatterer. <br /><br />"Lightning Bind!" With a gesture, four rings appear around Vivio's wrists and ankles, spinning for a moment before locking her limbs. It's not the strongest Bind spell, but a few seconds is all she needs. Lightning charges along the blade of Bardiche Zanber, sparks flying from its surface, and Fate suddenly disappears.<br /><br />She reappears almost instantaneously, across the arena, and flies straight toward Vivio, holding her sword back and ready to strike. "Sprite Zanber!" There's even a slashing effect left by magic trailing in the wake of Fate's swing, as she moves to swing the sword right -through- Vivio, apparently to no effect.<br /><br />About half a second later, that effect comes, and a massive explosion goes off from the crackling magic the sword left behind.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>It's the LAST STAND!<br />Mamimi, of course, doesn't know. "Are they going to go all out?" She asks, aloud, kind of confused. "Ta-kun, are you sure? I'll be sure for you! She said FULL drive." Mamimi claims. Wagging a finger, "So she's going automatic drive. It's a thing cars have now. But will she make a line drive? Will she get a home run?" She asks of Ta-kun!<br /><br />She swings!<br /><br />The massive beam of energy straight through the sky. The energy causes Mamimi's close, skirt and shirt to ruffle and billow in the force! <br /><br />She winces and holds Ta-kun close. "Oh.... wow."<br /><br />Then Fate decides to end it. "Oh! She's going to finish her, it looks like. How brutal." <br /><br />There's ... nothing, then, as Fate passes by Vivio. "Even when she swings and the angel is held down, she still missed!" Mamimi exclaims, shaking her head. "It looks like Vivio is going to be -"<br /><br />Vivio then promptly seems to explode, the crackling sword taking out Vivio. <br /><br />"Dead. She's dead." Mamimi continues, nodding, "I guess we should bury her now." She continues on, "Or is there anything left? Ta-kun, do you think this is too violent for children?" Holding Ta-kun close, Mamimi has to wince away from the explosions. "She really couldn't have survive, I'm sure."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:737|Vivio Takamachi (737)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio seems happy at the compliment. And is then promptly bound. Uh oh. Vivio struggles against the binds but she doesn't have the strength to break free. Plus, it's already too late. Vivio can see Fate closing in for what will likely be the final strike. There's pretty much nothing else she can do except take it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a bit of a strange sensation to have Bardiche pass through her like it was nothing... The following explosion was certainly a more familiar feeling.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the smoke clears and the dust settles, Vivio can be seen lieing in the crater created by the blast. What's left of her Barrier Jacket is smoking and she looks generally beat.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vivio doesn't move for the most part, though she does manage to open her eyes and look towards Fate. She smiles a little, saying, "... Good match... Mama..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:306|Fate T. Harlaown (306)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>After the explosion clears and Fate lands, the elder Mage turns back toward the blast crater. "Vivio..." She sees her daughter on the ground and flies over to land next to her. "I'm so proud of you."<br /><br />Dropping down to a crouch, Fate rests a hand on the girl's forehead and smiles. "Once you've had some time to rest, I'll treat you to some cake, okay?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:830|Mamimi Samejima (830)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Mamimi Samejima says, "Oh, that's her mother? I guess it was a bit of a family fued. It looks like mother knows best, and punished her child? ... Huh."<br /><br />"You're not supposed to be here!" Mamimi, grasping a hot dog and going to eat once more, turns towards the guard and then drops it. And her cigarettes. "...Not anymore, at least!" <br /><br />She books it."<br> <br><br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/28/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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=Logs=<br />
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[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MinorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]</div>Celeryhttp://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=WMAT_2015&diff=11342WMAT 20152015-10-05T13:25:26Z<p>Celery: </p>
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required; please ask Vervi or Fuki for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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* Prizes from ReGenesis<br />
** A selection of electromagnetic firearms and strong body armor will be made available to all winners. (Upgrade apps may be required; please ask Eryl Fairfax for details.)<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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==WMAT Bracket Challenge Winners==<br />
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This year, things get a bit OOC as folks are invited to participate in a March Madness-style bracket challenge. Prizes are Amazon gift cards from Mister Satan himself! These results will be announced during closing ceremonies.<br />
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* FIRST PLACE - $30 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* SECOND PLACE - $20 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* THIRD PLACE - $10 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/28/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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Another prize is announced in the form of an elaborate commercial from one of the WMAT's sponsors -- ReGenesis!<br />
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The advert begins with the letters 'REGENES_S' in dull brown, crumbling away. Suddenly, a green sprout pops up with a cheery jingle to form the 'I.'<br />
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"In an ever-changing Multiverse," a deep, gruff voice says, "shouldn't your arsenal change to better protect you?" A montage of videos of people using conventional firearms begins. "Firearms with chemical propellants are outdated. They're NOISY, the propellants STINK, and they have RECOIL!" Each one of these points is accompanied by a bullet point to reinforce them. "You don't need to put up with that anymore! It's time to upgrade!"<br />
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An explosion wipes away the clips, only to be replaced with clips of Eden Defence Force soldiers using ReGenesis-brand weapons. "ReGenesis produces high-quality firearms that utilize electromagnetic propulsion! This means they are WHISPER QUIET, they produce NO STENCH OR GUNSMOKE, and they are TOTALLY RECOIL-FREE! In addition, since we don't have to make room for cartridges, our firearms boast GREATER AMMO CAPACITY!" Again, each point is punctuated with a bullet point that restates the point.<br />
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"But that's not all! ReGenesis also offers incredible options for personal defense! Lightweight body armour that can absorb rifle rounds!" A clip shows a full set of body armour wrapped around a mannequin being shot with the mannequin not even dented afterwards. "Riot shields that can intercept incoming projectiles!" A clip of a riot shield suddenly deploying from the middle to hit an incoming rocket mid-flight, destroying it.<br />
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
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|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required, please ask for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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==WMAT Bracket Challenge Winners==<br />
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This year, things get a bit OOC as folks are invited to participate in a March Madness-style bracket challenge. Prizes are Amazon gift cards from Mister Satan himself! These results will be announced during closing ceremonies.<br />
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* FIRST PLACE - $30 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* SECOND PLACE - $20 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* THIRD PLACE - $10 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
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<br />
<br />
=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3105/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3094/WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[3136/WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/28/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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==Week Three==<br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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[[Category:TPs]][[Category:MinorTP]][[Category:CurrentTP]]</div>Celeryhttp://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=WMAT_2015&diff=11332WMAT 20152015-10-04T14:32:44Z<p>Celery: </p>
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<div>=Introduction=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament 2015 is a forthcoming combat tournament designed to highlight the many warriors of the Multiverse.<br />
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==Rules Page==<br />
Go to [[WMAT]] for the OOC rules and other full information!<br><br />
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==Schedule==<br />
The following is a loose schedule which may change if extensions are requested for any round. <b>Dates posted are tentative, and are subject to change until finalized on the calendar.</b><br />
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{| class="wikitable" <br />
! WHEN<br />
! EVENT<br />
! LOG<br />
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|JUN 25<br />
|Registration Opens<br />
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|JUL 24 - JUL 29<br />
|Preliminaries<br />
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|JUL 25<br />
|Registration Closes<br />
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|-<br />
|JUL 26<br />
|Pre-Tourney Gala (hosted by Mizuki)<br />
|[[2685/The_Dance_to_Precede_Beatdowns_II|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 30<br />
|Opening Ceremonies<br />
|[[2700/WMAT_2015_Opening_Ceremonies|Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|JUL 31 - AUG 11<br />
|Bracket B Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 13 - AUG 25<br />
|Bracket B Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Brackets A/C Qualifiers<br />
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|-<br />
|AUG 28 - SEP 9<br />
|Brackets A/C Loser's Qualifiers/Tie-Breakers; Bracket B R/O 32<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 11 - SEP 22<br />
|All Brackets R/O 16<br />
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|-<br />
|SEP 24 - OCT 4<br />
|All Brackets R/O 8; Exhibition Week 1<br />
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|-<br />
|OCT 6 - OCT 13<br />
|All Brackets R/O 4; Exhibition Week 2<br />
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|OCT 15 - OCT 20<br />
|All Brackets FINALS<br />
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|OCT 21<br />
|Closing Ceremonies<br />
|No Log<br />
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=Non-Combat Volunteers=<br />
The following players have volunteered to provide medical care and commentary, if either is needed. As always, non-combat volunteers do not have to be on this list in order to take part in the WMAT -- anyone can join in spontaneously at any time. If you're having trouble finding a medic or a commentator, try asking the people on these lists.<br />
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Neither commentators nor medics are required for your matches, but do come HIGHLY recommended!<br />
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*NOTE: Please DO NOT solicit commentators for QUALIFIERS, unless you have someone who's dying to do the work! I'm hoping to spare our commentators some burn-out!<br />
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==Commentators==<br />
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*Zephyr Windstar<br />
*Kuma<br />
*Walter Bernhard<br />
*Tomoyo Daidouji<br />
*Lucatiel of Mirrah<br />
*Raine Arland<br />
*Nagato<br />
*Toph Beifong<br />
*Target Sparktail<br />
*Fiora Laurent<br />
*Sir Gawain<br />
*Kirikou<br />
*Pinkie<br />
*Kotone Yamakawa<br />
*Gohan<br />
*Ezreal<br />
*Blurr<br />
*Ainsley<br />
*Vervi<br />
*Kongou<br />
*Laer<br />
*Courier Six (Note: Also provides radio spots -- see below!!)<br />
*Mister Satan<br />
*Satsuki Kiryuin (NPCs The Elite Four)<br />
*Yuna Kagurazaka (Note: Also conducts interviews!!)<br />
*Sarah<br />
*Tommy Oliver (NPCs Bulk and Skull)<br />
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==Medics==<br />
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*Sarah<br />
*Hitoshura<br />
*Demetrios Vasilikos<br />
*Kyra Hyral<br />
*Mihk Lihzeh<br />
*Rebecca Chambers<br />
*Xiao Li Yu<br />
*Sanary Rondel<br />
*Sumia<br />
*Medusa Gorgon<br />
*Shadumbra<br />
*Taro<br />
*Frederica<br />
*Ayako Hasekawa<br />
*Valentha Summers<br />
*Maya<br />
*Huron Blackheart's Apothecaries (NPCs)<br />
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==Poster Boy==<br />
*Arthur Lowell (see below)<br />
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=Prizes=<br />
The prize pools will be announced during this year's opening ceremonies. Additional surprises to be revealed during closing ceremonies!<br />
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* BRACKET A<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits <br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET B<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* BRACKET C<br />
** Third Place: 12,000,000 credits<br />
** Second Place: 15,000,000 credits<br />
** First Place: 20,000,000 credits<br />
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* Champion Prizes from The Red Corsairs<br />
** Bracket A: Berserker's Hellblade: This unholy two-handed sword contains an angry and raging Chaos Daemon, a Bloodletter, which will constantly attempt to make its wielder give in to his rage and commit mindless violence, but only when in use. It is extremely sharp and may produce bursts of flames. (OOC: Upgrade app required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/rvDdDhf.jpg])<br />
** Bracket B: Lash of Torment: An animated whip capable of sprouting barbs and executing insane maneuvers on its own. The Chaos Daemon contained within is spiteful, encouraging pain rather than death. Incredibly painful as a weapon, the Lash of Torment can telepathically share its victim's torment and terror with any others within a dozen feet or so of the attack. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/omhlhRy.png])<br />
** Bracket C: Plague Sword: A large one-handed blade which looks as though it is rusty and bleeding infected blood. Those wounded by the blade are infected with dozens of different diseases ranging from mundane to supernaturally powerful, some of which are immediately lethal to non-Elites, and may bring them back as mindless infectious ghouls for a single round before they decay. This sentient Daemon Weapon contains an unusually chill and relaxed Daemon who will mostly tell its wielder being a weapon is the great lazy life. (OOC: CONSENT REQUIRED. Upgrade app also required!) (Image: [http://i.imgur.com/3IWDzvO.jpg])<br />
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* Prizes from MMS<br />
** All winners will have their pick of WMAT-themed shinki armor and weapons, if desired (upgrade app may be required, please ask for details). Winners will also have their names and records added to the brand new MMS-sponsored WMAT Hall of Fame.<br />
** The Bracket C champion will also be awarded the rare MMS Type Tentacles shinki. This one's really ready for a fight!<br />
** Brackets A and B champions will have their pick of other more common shinki models.<br />
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==Corporate Sponsors==<br />
Several companies and other individual sponsors have contributed to the vast wealth of our prize pools! Many of those listed below have also donated unnamed prizes which will be revealed as the tournament unfolds.<br />
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*Satan Enterprises ([[Mister Satan (TP)|Mister Satan]])<br />
*Stark Industries ([[Tony Stark]])<br />
*REVOCS ([[Satsuki Kiryuin]])<br />
*The New Vegas Board of Tourism ([[Courier Six]])<br />
*The Beifong Family ([[Toph Beifong]])<br />
*ProgTech Chrome Industries ([[Taylor Scott]])<br />
*MMS - Multi-Movable Systems ([[Vervi]] and [[Fuki]])<br />
*The Izzet League ([[Rhapsody]])<br />
*The Red Corsairs ([[Huron Blackheart]])<br />
*Blue Oni Garage ([[Kotone Yamakawa]])<br />
*The Murasame Zaibatsu ([[Souji Murasame]])<br />
*Kaiba Corp ([[Seto Kaiba]])<br />
*ReGenesis ([[Eryl Fairfax]])<br />
*Tomoyo's Boutique ([[Tomoyo Daidouji]])<br />
*Solanda Songsteel's Textiles ([[Circe]])<br />
*Skitter ([[Taylor Hebert]])<br />
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==Participant Awards==<br />
As in previous years, the World Tournament Organization is pleased to once again salute and reward the skills of those contenders who risked themselves in the tournament, but did not achieve total victory. Many of our competitors exhibited talents and traits we found noteworthy, and we celebrate their admirable accomplishments today through special trophies voted on by others in the contest. Each recipient of a WMAT Participant Award will be sent their very own engraved trophy announcing their prowess in a given field. These awards and more will be given out during the closing ceremonies.<br />
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(OOC Note: No, not all of these categories are very serious. Yes, people may win more than one trophy, and yes, more than one person can win in a particular category.)<br />
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* CONSOLATION PRIZE<br />
** This year's consolation prize will be awarded in the closing ceremonies.<br />
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* THE GOLDEN MIC AWARD<br />
** Given to the person who either provided the most commentary or commentated matches with a particular zeal.<br><br><br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN COMMENTARY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTERTAINING FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST INTENSE RIVALRIES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST EXPLOSIVE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SUCCESSFUL UNDERDOG<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF THE OPPOSITE OF PYROTECHNICS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE IN MARTIAL ARTS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* COOLEST UNDER PRESSURE<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST UNUSUAL FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ADORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST DETERMINED FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FEARSOME FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST FASHIONABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST HONORABLE FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* EXCELLENCE OF SWORDPLAY<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF TITLES<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST SHARPEST OF SHOOTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST ENTHUSIASTIC FIGHTERS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST MEDICAL SUPPORT<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* BEST USE OF SIDEKICKS<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED NEXT YEAR<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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==WMAT Bracket Challenge Winners==<br />
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This year, things get a bit OOC as folks are invited to participate in a March Madness-style bracket challenge. Prizes are Amazon gift cards from Mister Satan himself! These results will be announced during closing ceremonies.<br />
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* FIRST PLACE - $30 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* SECOND PLACE - $20 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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* THIRD PLACE - $10 Amazon gift card<br />
** Picks<br />
** Other Points<br />
** Forthcoming.<br />
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=Bracket A=<br />
Competition for Bracket A begins AFTER the first qualifiers round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Fuki|FUKI]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket B=<br />
Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Bracket C=<br />
Competition for Bracket C begins AFTER the first round of Bracket B has concluded! Notify bracket organizer <b>[[Beli Klum|BELI KLUM]]</b> if you've won your match(es).<br />
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=Posters=<br />
<b>[[Arthur Lowell]]</b> will once again supply exciting action-packed posters to those who care to commission his talents! You're also welcome to provide and share posters yourselves. Please let Mister Satan know if you have posters you want linked and shared!<br />
<br />
<br />
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=New Vegas Radio Spots=<br />
<b>[[Courier Six]]</b> and his smooth radio-friendly voice is once again offering to create radio spots for your tournament matches! Please contact him for details. As with posters, if you create something yourself, or get Courier Six to create something on your behalf, please let Mister Satan know so it can be linked right here on this page!<br />
<br />
[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-jinx-v-toph Radio Spot: JINX versus TOPH!]<br />
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[https://soundcloud.com/phuzzysa/wmat-2015-walter-v-dracula Radio Spot: WALTER versus DRACULA!]<br />
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=Exhibition Matches=<br />
The World Martial Arts Tournament will once again host several exhibition matches! All matches are as yet unscheduled, and will be held during the later rounds of the tournament. <br />
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==Week One==<br />
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WHO: Earthbender Extraodinaire [[Toph Beifong|TOPH BEIFONG]] vs. Murder Machine [[Jinx|JINX]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/27/15 at 2:00 PM EDT<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Jinx<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Kyra Hyral<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Jinx_vs._Toph|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Field Marshal [[Dracula Vlad Tepes|DRACULA VLAD TEPES]] versus the Mysterious [[Walter Bernhard|WALTER BERNHARD]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/25/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Walter Bernhard's interest in the Multiverse has inspired him to challenge the leader of the Confederacy, a fellow Vampire Lord, to a match in the WMAT! Will Dracula be able to maintain his throne as Lord of Darkness, or will Walter's fiery power be too much for him to handle? Find out in this regal face-off that will surely light up the night!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Zwei<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[WMAT_Exhibition:_Dracula_Vlad_Tepes_vs._Walter_Bernhard|Dracula Vlad Tepes vs. Walter Bernhard]]<br><br><br />
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WHO: Golden Flash [[Fate T. Harlaown|FATE T. HARLAOWN]] versus Determined Daughter [[Vivio Takamachi|VIVIO TAKAMACHI]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/26/15 at 7:00 PM EDT<br><br />
In an attempt to prove just how strong she's become, Vivio Takamachi has decided to challenge her own mother, the Ace of the TSAB known as the Golden Flash, to a one-on-one match, no holds barred! Rather than a fight for spoils, this is a test of strength, courage, and pride, sure to show off some of the best that Midchilda has to offer!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: [[Amalthea|THE BLACK KNIGHTMARE]] versus World Champion [[Ariel|ARIEL]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' Draw<br><br />
'''COMMENTARY:''' Shizune Nakamura<br><br />
'''LOG:''' [[WMAT_2015_Exhibition:_Ariel_vs._The_Black_Knightmare|Jinx vs. Toph]]<br><br><br />
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==Week Two==<br />
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WHO: Reptilon's Gladiator [[Genghis Rex|BRACHIO]] versus High-Kickin' Heroine [[Rebound|REBOUND]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br><br><br />
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WHO: World Champion [[Mister Satan (TP)|MISTER SATAN]] versus Beard-Threatener [[Summer Powers|SUMMER POWERS]]<br><br />
WHEN: 9/28/15 at 6:30 PM EDT<br><br />
Earth's Mightiest Hero, Mister Satan, will be taking on one of his greatest challenges yet! Summer Powers, the so-called God of Life, has challenged him to a fight! It will be a high stakes battle, with an incredible prize on the line. Should Summer win, she will get something that so many of Mister Satan's fans would kill for: A LOCK OF HIS MOUSTACHE HAIR! Truly, this will be the battle to end all battles, as one of the Multiverse's greatest heroes proves himself against a GOD!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
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WHO: [[Fuki|FUKI]] with Abstractum SILENT BLACK versus [[Lizbet|LIZBET]] and [[Vervi|VERVI]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Having created the weapons wielded by two of her rivals, Fuki now wants to test their strength...by taking on both at the same time! Will the creator best the created, or will her own creations lead to Fuki's downfall?! Find out in this special exhibition of Abstractum capability!<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
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WHO: Musical Maestro [[Nonon Jakuzure|NONON JAKUZURE]] versus Idol Supreme [[Yuna Kagurazaka|YUNA KAGURAZAKA]]<br><br />
WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 2<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
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WHO: Healer with a Heart [[Sumia|SUMIA]] versus Axe Medic [[Sanary Rondel|SANARY RONDEL]]<br />
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WHEN: WMAT Exhibition Week 3<br><br />
Event description forthcoming.<br><br />
'''WINNER:''' TBA<br><br />
'''LOG:''' No Log<br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/10/02<br />
|Location=Papaya Island - Stadium<br />
|Synopsis=No... -I- am your father...<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The stage is set. The crowds have gathered. And the Black Knightmare waits.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Weeks ticked todays, days to minutes, minutes to seconds... And then one of the stadium doors swings open, a cold mist floating along the ground, licking like chill fire spreading from the entryway as the black armored figure of the Black Knightmare slowly stomps onto the fighting grid, sword in hand, shield in the other, to a chorus of hisses and boos. Utterly uncaring.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking position on their side of the arena, the dark armored knight remains ghostly silent, falling into place with an eerie, inhuman stillness as they wait...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And out from the other end trots... Ariel. She's in her usual cloak, looking both nervous and serious as she walks out onto the stadium floor. She's already out of the tournament, but she doesn't seem to care about that. Her burns have been healed by now, and she's ready for action! Mostly.<br /><br />Well, she'd better do her usual, then.<br /><br />"Ah, hello!" This is a little different, but she still tries to put on a pleasant face. "Please don't forget that this is for entertainment, but do your best, um... Knightmare."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "It looks like the Black Knightmare has decided to be the one waiting this evening, stepping into the arena good and early- is that some sort of mist, or fire flooding out of the door? I can't tell, but it's certainly an eerie sight to see. Almost as eerie as the Black Knightmare, standing there in the arena, waiting - and the crowd certainly isn't happy, either! Not that the Knightmare is fazed by their disapproval... Ariel, on the other hand, seems to be trying to keep things friendly! It's a good show of sportsmanship on her part, her parents have to be proud right about now. I think they're just about ready to get started, here, though!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ariel's parents certainly have much to be proud for yes. The question though is, where are they? There's no chaos in the stands, no roped off cordon of at least six seats in every direction to keep Amalthea from lashing out at other spectators... No, in fact, Amalthea doesn't seem to be present at all, anywhere in the stadium.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Spare me your sweet words, child." Finally, the dark armored knight speaks, voice a low hissing rasp as they curl fingers around the hilt of that equally black sword. "For all who have come to watch in this stadium, you may as well be completely alone right now." Growled as they lift shield into a readied stance.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Entertainment or not, this one seems -serious-. "Prepare yourself. I come for you, Ariel."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Such is the Black Knightmare's warning. Before they surge forward, heavy armor clanking, boots thundering down the arena floor before that shield is swung outwards. Like violently opening a door, right at the tiny unicorn to open things up.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Why does everyone seem so angry at me lately?" Ariel says with a flick of her tail, genuinely puzzled and perhaps a bit frustrated. Oh well. The sudden charge is something she isn't sure how she should deal with... there are a lot of options, after all.<br /><br />In the end, as the Knightmare approaches she flings up a shimmering, brilliant barrier. It shatters under the charge, of course, being a quick and dirty casting, but it gives her a tiny amount of extra time to brac herself, arms crossing as she manages to catch the shield and blunt the blow. Instead of being smacked over, she just stumbles backward from the shock of the impact.<br /><br />"Um, all right then," she says hurriedly, twisting suddenly to put her side toward the Knightmare. A short, probing jab with her hand is sent out, mostly to distract so she can do what she usually does: gather mana from the air around her with a crackling over her body.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "And the Black Knightmare is having /none/ of her sportsmanship, how thoroughly distasteful. And even trying to bring her down with words before the match starts. -I'm sorry, the match HAS started, and the Black Knightmare is starting off with a fierce shield bash! Ariel seems pretty understandably frustrated about now, but she's got the presence of mind to toss up a barrier and take some force out of the shield and defend herself from the rest. And she retaliates with what looks like a simple punch, but it also looks like she's starting to draw in some kind of power, it's difficult to tell at a glance."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Swinging shield out like that means the Knightmare left themself fairly open for that jab. And with a dull CLANK, they take it full on, the small unicorn's fist impacting that solid metal. A grunt, and the dark knight shifts their weight. "My reasons are my own... You will learn them... IF you can beat them out of me."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that ultimatum give, the Knightmare doesn't break stride, a hiss of steam whistling from their chestplate before reprisal is given for that punch. It's a backhand swing, intending to use the weighted pommel of their sword as a bludgeon. "This is for more than entertainment, little one." Given in clear intent that there's going to be more to this fight than the amusement of the crowds.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Maybe Ariel's too confused to comprehend what's going on, because she doesn't really try to evade that backhand. It strikes her full across the face, and sends her stumbling back with the loud CRACK that comes with it! A few unsteady steps backward almost lands her on her rear, but Ariel ends up rubbing her head instead, blinking topaz eyes in confusion.<br /><br />Shizune's observation will be a little easier this time, though. "I guess if that's how it has to be, then I will. Please tell me if you ever want to stop." She moves into a careful, guarded stance... amateur, but showing the basics of all the experience with fighting she has, with one hand forward and the other tucked back. A surge of energy rushes through her, electricity crackling, and the plating on the unicorn's back suddenly splits open to unleash a hiss of steam.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "The jab hits, and Ariel is stronger than she looks, because I think I saw a little bit of recoil there even through the armor! But only a little, the Black Knightmare seems really sturdy - and /really/ intent on causing Ariel bodily harm, this time using the pommel of that sword to take a swing at Ariel, mentioning something about having reasons other than entertainment for being here - whatever the case might be, it's a solid hit, enough to put Ariel back a few paces and nearly off her feet. But she's not done yet; not done being a good sport, and not done fighting! It definitely looks like she's charging up somethong or other, she's taken a stance and I can see the electricity all over her, but this time she's not taking any swings at the Knightmare!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A snort, and the dark armored figure cants their head to a bird-like inquisitive angle. "You did not even cry out." Pointed out at how well Ariel took the blow, despite it staggering her. "Impressive. But I will not stop. Let us continue."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And continue they do as Ariel gathers energy and vents the black knight twirls their equally black blade. They haven't employed the blade just yet, but can at any time, what they do attempt is reaching out, trying to grab ahold of the Ariel to give her a sudden and violent jarring shake before simply try and slam her bodily to the ground. Naturally any action against the adorable unicorn earns an outcry from the stands of fury and disgust, yet still the knightmare cares so very little. "Hmph. Surrounded by thousands of strangers all cheering for you. But none of them will save you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How generically villainous.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Does it not go to your head, little one? Have you no ego for me to pop like an overinflated balloon?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Almost, Ariel avoids that grab and shake and throw. Almost. She twists, yanking her arm back, but it staggers her and she ends up toppling, finally slamming hard downward. At last she lets out a cry, a shurt bleating one that she bites off swiftly, before she rolls to the side and skitters to all fours. She doesn't change to unicorn form, she just steadies herself long enough to answer her foe.<br /><br />"If they want to cheer for me, that's great. It doesn't matter. My parents taught me to take pride in what I do for it being right, not for what others say," she tries to explain. "That's why I just want to understand you. But if you really won't listen without me proving what I'd do to protect others... okay."<br /><br />Her hand whips up and out, the spell she's been working on let loose. It's a simple one, a short pulse, but it has a lot of power behind it. It's a surge of incredible raw gravity meant to fling the Black Knightmare backward.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "At the very least, the Knightmare seems impressed by Ariel's fortitude. But this match isn't stopping any time soon, and it looks like- my goodness, I'm not sure how pleased I am about seeing Ariel grabbed and shaken like this, but her opponent is using that size difference for everything it's worth, trying to shake her around and slam her in both mind and body at the same time! Ariel does her best to get away, but it's still not stopping /her/, either. And she's got some good words for the Knightmare- my /GOODNESS/ that spell! I can feel the gravity surge all the way over here, she's definitely her parents' child!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Gahhh!" That's the Knightmare's reponse to that pulse, getting trapped in the center of the surging crush of the gravity well that forms right where they stand, armor crumpling visibly from the strain with a creaking steel groan, before they leap back out of the squeezing magic vice.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a grinding of metal on metal, the Knightmare lets loose another venting hiss of steam before that blade is raised. "How droll. The adulation of the crowd does nothing for you?" Ah, but they're already launching on the offensive again. Where they withheld the use of that sword before, after Ariel delivered such a punishing spell, they seem like they're not going to hold back anymore. That black blade sings as it cuts through the air, a chill howl as it flows smoothly in several quick strokes intent to draw blood. "I already know what you would do to protect others..." Grunted between swings before they hop back. This time, there's a hiss from the elbow as they retract, tension building visibly in their sword arm. "It's a pity you were knocked from the competition... I'm certain your mother would have loved to see you victorious... Ah, speaking of which... Where is she now? I do not even see her in the stands to cheer for her own daughter. Tsk tsk..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I don't really want cheering fans and fame," Ariel admits, skidding back and blocking the first few swings with flashes of energy, barriers summoned in her hands. Finally, the blade slices in enough to gash over her upper arm, drawing a welling of silvery fluid as she bleeds, and the unicorn winces sharply.<br /><br />It's the other part that gets to her. "I'm sure she has something important to do," is all she says in reply. She DOES trust Amalthea, but the fact that she isn't here does seem to have rattled her. She's staggering back a few steps.<br /><br />That's when her tail slaps into the ground, opening up suddenly, and a tremendous arc of electricity shoots toward the armored form of the Black Knightmare. "She'll be proud of me win or lose. I only want to know what you have against me."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "It's probably terrible of me to say, but the Knightmare seems positively steamed right now! Especially with Ariel's response to this ongoing verbal assault. She just isn't having any of it, really, and that just seems to make our armored villain all the more displeased. Displeased enough to finally put that sword to work, in fact, swinging again and again, and- something peculiar is going on with the Knightmare's elbow, it's moving rather oddly. It's not something that seems to enhance those swings, though! If anything, Ariel seems to be having an easier time of it, though she doesn't get away without injury entirely. She's definitely bleeding- and she's definitely counterattacking, too! Some kind of electrical spell, and a demand on Ariel's part to know just what the Black Knightmare's problem is!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The scoff is undeniable. The way shoulders rise and fall clearly in the hissing chuckle of laughter as that helmet shifts, a lone blue eye peering through the slatted visor. "Something important to do? Important enough to watch her own child take the beating I intend to give you?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That jolt slams the Knightmare dead on, and they jerk for a moment as it rattles armor and the body within. But when the jolt subsides, all Ariel has to show for it is the darker scorch on that black armor.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh no that is where you're wrong... I have -nothing- against you." Replied as steam finally stops whistling from that elbow. With a CLICK, that whole arm suddenly seems much more limber, twirling their blade in a deft diaplay, black steel flashing as it bears down again in a strike as quick as lightning. "My sole existence is to test you. Try not to fail, little one. It would be a grave disappointment for more than just the crowd."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>This time, the slash that whips around bypasses Ariel's attempt to block, and it stabs right into her chitin, cracking it and sending a spurt of silver over the blade. Startled, the little unicorn stumbles backward and clutches her side, really hurt by that one... both physically and mentally. She does have plenty of faith though! "I don't know, saving the world! She does that sometimes."<br /><br />Technically true.<br /><br />Another warping of magic fluxes the air around Ariel as she staggers back, trying to get some space. Getting some space involves one of the slabs of the stadium tearing itself free and splintering, shattering into several rocks that immediately hurtle toward the Black Knightmare at high speed, providing a barrage of numerous small but hopefully effective impacts to keep her at bay.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "-it looks like the Black Knightmare is fairly well insulated! That jolt hardly seems to have done much more than a lingering tingle, and Ariel's only reward for it is more harsh words and some strange trick with that elbow! It looks like the Knightmare was prepping something allowing for a quicker, smoother swing, because good grief, that looks like it hurt! -eh? The Black Knightmare is here to /test/ Ariel?! I think our entire audience knows how brave and able she is by now! You don't need a sword to test that! I don't think Ariel is very happy with this treatment either, because now she's using pieces of the arena floor itself as throwing implements thanks to her magic!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps the Knightmare did not weather that jolt so well. Small acrs of lightning dance in the seams and plates of that black armor, and after that display with their blade the voltaic surge seems to linger, slowing them down once again. But only for a beat. More pertinent is the sudden slab of stone that rises to fend off the Knightmare for the small unicorn.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That shield is raised against the barrage as the exploding hunk of stone batters the steel plate, forcing the dark knight to withdraw and try to come in at another angle.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dark cloak fluttering in the wind, the dark knight snarls. "IS she now? Is that what you think she is doing? Fine, I'll let you think that..." Chuckled hoarsely amid the dull clang of stones battering heavy plating. The knightmare trudges forward anyway. "You saved a world already have you not? Like mother like daughter they say..." Growled as one leg hikes up, snapping out in a sudden straight kick aimed for the unicorn's midsection. "I ask you one question then... If you had to fight her with all of your strength, could you win? Can you surpass her?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Well it looks like Ariel really is demoralized, because that kick slams into Ariel's middle and sends her crashing backward, though she surprisingly stays on her feet. Barely. It's a solid impact, one that sends a loud CRACK through the stadium as her carapace is damaged. The little foal grabs her middle, wheezing briefly... then huffs.<br /><br />"Surpass her?" She straightens up. "I don't want to. I don't want to be a great warrior. I just want to be me... to be her daughter." Her plating shifts, and a loud hissing sound rises from her, the bleeding stopping even if the wounds don't heal at all. The small arcs of electricity that were crawling over her fade at last. "But if you're asking if I had to, then yes of course. I couldn't show anything but my best."<br /><br />It's just harmless dialogue, but there's a faint shimmer in the air, like something is being drawn /inward/<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "It looks like just carrying a shield isn't enough to save the Black Knightmare entirely - I'm not seeing too much damage, but all that stone Ariel's tossing seems to be forcing her opponent back! The verbal jabbing and probing just isn't stopping, though. And it looks like the Knightmare has decided to make things close and personal again, and I'm fairly sure that heavy boot will only hurt Ariel worse with a kick like that! And she took the worst of it there... but she's still on her feet! Her carapace isn't looking good, but she's absolutely determined, and to judge by the words she's got for the Black Knightmare, defeat's nowhere near just yet. I think... yes, there's some kind of shimmer around her, it's hard to see but it's definitely there! I think she's getting something ready again..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor Ariel. Having to face such a brute. the crowd is having none of it, booing and hissing the Knightmare's callousness when that sharp impact is heard so clearly around the arena. But the dark knight seems unsurprised when their tiny foe picks herself up again and only prepares herself further.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"If you had to...?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That earns another curious tilt of the head, before the Knightmare snorts. A visible puff of steam filtering through the grill of black helmet. "No Ariel, this is not a case of wether you had to."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You must."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heedless of the shimmering in the air, the dark knight surges forward. That shield is brought to bear again, swung in a blunt trajectory to try and bowl the girl over again. "I give you no other choice in this matter. Do you think I test you on a whim? Do you think I ask this of you for fancy of sport, or jest? Hahahaha... No way. Ariel you must defeat me, I say this now in front of the Multiverse for all to watch. Think you I am some simple villain?" There's a beats pause as that helmet turns, lone blue eye regarding the unicorn. "Show me. -Show- me!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>She's still 'charging up' so Ariel is somewhat easy pickings for the shield bash. She feels it slam into her and squeaks, tumbling backward onto her rear as it adds another bruise to her collection. Only once she thuds to a halt and looks upward does it click internally what's going on.<br /><br />"If I had to, yes," she replies. She reaches out with her magical powers, making a gesture as she wheezes from the earlier hit. A small tweak, a twist of her wrist, and...<br /><br />The slab that the Black Knightmare stands upon is the target. Ariel's goal is simple: a brief reverse gravity to fling her target and the stone upward, so that it will tumble atop her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "It looks like the Black Knightmare is at least smart enough not to let an opponent stand there and power up - it's another shield bash for Ariel, and some sharp words that- Wait, what is the Knightmare saying? It almost sounds like- but the moment's gone, and Ariel is flinging the hulking brute up into the air with another gravity spell, uprooting a slab of stone from /below/ this time!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Ariel is downed, the Knightmare looms. Staring down when topaz eyes glance up. Gaze locks for a beat, and it's enough of an opening. The only thing that breaks the eye contact is how the stone the Knightmare stands upon is launched skywards. Despite the sudden upward motion, the dark knight composes themself fairly well in the middle of the wholly uncontrolled flight, landing solidly in a crouch.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Until the slab comes back DOWN on that armored back with a heavy CRUNCH of stone battering metal. The black knight is left on their knees for a beat. "Is that so..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That stamina must be inhuman. With a creaking wobble, they stand again. One gauntlet-clad hand reaches for the gorget of black armor and yanks at the fasteners, before hooking grip under helmet.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a CLANK, the black helmet, dented and battered, is tossed aside to the ground, rainbow hair spilling free. "I'm satisfied with your spirit, as ever, Ariel." Amalthea notes, letting her shield drop, sword embedding by the point into the ground at her side. One hand wipes a trickle of liquid silver from the corner of her lips before she gives her neck a pop. "And that's all I wanted to hear. So I give you the choice. Either we finish this. Or we call it here and now."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Ariel slowly gets to her feet and straightens herself, still showing glistening silver from numerous wounds and bruises. She pops her neck and huffs... then stops and stares as her opponent is revealed to be Amalthea. This makes loppy ears twitch and flick back before she lets out a vent of her own steam, though in a different manner than her mother.<br /><br />As to the offer to continue? Ariel shakes her head. "I could keep fighting you, mom, if you wanted. But I won't. I think you don't want me to, anyway. I can fight, but I don't think my path is the path of the warrior, so I think I'm going to call it your victory. I still have a lot to learn, I guess... about how to fight and more."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "-it's Amalthea! The Black Knightmare was Amalthea all along! I ought to have known no one could handle a sword and shield quite like that in full armor! No wonder she was trying to test Ariel's resolve! And now she's giving Ariel the choice to stop now or finish the fight. And... She's choosing to stop! She's ceding the match to Amalthea, so it looks as if we may be done here, everyone."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's it then. The fight is over, much to the shock and bewilderment of the spectators. And Amalthea doesn't look disappointed in the least. But... She is shaking her head.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One arm drapes over the tiny unicorn's shoulders once Ariel is back up and the elder is chuckling. A lot warmer than the feigned one during the match. "We don't have to keep at it, then. -I- officially forfeit." Amalthea declares, apparently ignoring the fact that Ariel just ceded the match to her. It would seem Ariel's mother is not having it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You were always far gentler than I. And I know the path of war isn't for you, despite how many times you might get pushed onto it. But that doesn't make you any less a positive force in this universe. It doesn't matter how good you are at fighting or not, to me, you'll always be the tiny foal chasing butterflies around green fields. My victory is in being able to call you my daughter, and I need no more than that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Let no one say that Ariel, as off-balance as she was from a lack of Amalthea in the stands, is not forgiving. She replies with a firm, clinging hug and a giggle. "Let's just call it a draw then. But next time maybe could you try a lesson and test a little less painful?"<br /><br />She turns and waves to the crowd, though. She doesn't seek fans, but that's no reason not to give them a smile now and then and let them know she's okay! Especially if she can set a good example of sportsmanship. "Can we call it a draw, Shizune?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:369|Shizune Nakamura (369)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Shizune Nakamura says, "-wait, now /Amalthea/ is forfeiting? I'm not entirely sure how this should be handled, but- hmm? ...you know what, you're right Ariel, we should! I'm pretty sure this qualifies as an amicable draw if there ever was one, and both Ariel and Amalthea are looking fairly proud of each other right now. I think I speak for everyone when I say that's the most we could ever ask for, and I think it's a perfect note to end the exhibition on. Thank you, both of you, for your hard work! And thanks to everyone who came to watch, and everyone listening at home, as well. This is Shizune Nakamura, signing off."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh how that eye rolls when the match is decided as a draw. Still, Amalthea's hand comes down atop Ariel's head for a gentle ruffle when her daughter hugs right on. "Okay, okay. Next time I'll just stick to a philosophy lesson." Chuckled as she flashes a thumbs up to Shizune and then the crowds.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Scootching down a bit, she then gives Ariel a hoist, right onto her armored back for a piggyback, in front of the whole crowd. "Your mom's probably going to give me an earful for this." Noted playfully. "Come on, let's go home and have a taco."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's a sunny day in the stadium. The weather is warm thanks to Papaya Island's position relative to the equator, the stands are likely to be packed, and overall the feel of this big Exhibition Match is one of excitement and cheer. And also perhaps a little bit of dread. The Field Marshal of the Confederacy, THE Dracula Vlad Tepes, versus another Vampire Lord... Though one perhaps not as familiar except to those Confederate Elites who were at a certain War Council with the Field Marshal, a few months ago.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Two powerful vampires fighting it out, here, in broad daylight. It may seem a bit unusual even by Multiversal standards. But then a certain Stone arrives, along with the owner it has chosen of its own will to receive its full power.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And suddenly the sky is gobbled up in darkness almost literally as though some vast unseen monster had swallowed the sun. The stadium goes black.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a few minutes of potential panic, as sources of emergency light are prepared by the tournament organizers, a pale glow begins to illuminate things. Ghosts carrying lanterns and knives fade into existence all over, bathing the tournament grounds in a sickly-hue not unlike moon light. The warmth in the air gradually and swiftly drops. There is a column of gray light that appears, like a spotlight, upon the fighting floor. And a stream of bats descends from the darkness above, chittering and shrieking, merging together into a shadowed figure, whose full appearance remains unseen.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The column of light vanishes when the new arrival finishes doing so, leaving the ring in darkness once more. Darkness except for a pair of glowing yellow eyes, baleful and hungry, and the aura of evil power that whirls around the owner of those eyes.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The darkness in the sky diminishes somewhat to allow better vision for the audience, both here and at home, and the ring as well becomes more visible. But the intent is clear: All attention should be focused on the ring, where Walter Bernhard now visibly stands within the square platform at the center of the stadium, in cape and armor, awaiting his opponent.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The foe he hungers to face with a bloodlust that has not abated one whit over the centuries.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For once, it isn't Dracula himself casting a pitch-black night over the once blue sky. It's a strange feeling.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But the Lord of Darkness isn't cowed by it. It's been a long, long time since Dracula last encountered Walter Bernhard, the one who 'granted' him his current powers when he was little more than a particularly genius mortal.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What a perfect time to see how well he's improved since then.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sun and sky are blotted out, but so too is the ground soon consumed in a rolling black fog. It literally seems to crawl along the earth, fog reaching out in grasping hands to pull the whole mass forward as it all rolls and looms like a bizarre demon. The foreboding power of Walter's presence seems almost doubled as that fog clambers up onto the arena. No doubt that even the most insensitive being would be able to feel the heavy weight of looming evil that two such entities in the same place creates.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fog climbs higher, focusing on a single place that grows and grows. All at once, it all swirls away as Dracula's arm sweeps through it to the side, casting his bloody cape out behind him. His moonlight visage leers across the arena at Walter, a dragon's stare that most would cower under. Of course, it would take more than that to make someone like Bernhard falter.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Walter Bernhard," Dracula greets, smirking slightly as his arm falls back to his side. Fangs glint slightly in the light cast over the arena. "What a pleasure to meet you in person, at last! I must thank you for your generous invitation."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>For obvious reasons, it's Weiss sitting in the commentator's booth today. Asche's voice is less . . . pleasantly entertaining to listen to, and the Armiger doesn't really fit besides. Instead it's his tactical recon drones that are posted around the arena to get full, simultaneous coverage to accurately report on, without simply relying on the stadium cameras to catch everything.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wow! Already with the flashy entrances! I admit, and I probably speak for quite a few viewers when I say this, I was really wondering how a pair of vampires were going to duke it out in the middle of broad daylight, but Walter seems to have that problem well in hand! We just dropped to twelve thousand lux and five degrees centigrade in the space of a minute, so there's already some pretty hefty magic going on here, not even saying anything about all those ghosts! Dracula isn't about to be outdone though, but I have no idea what that fog even /is/! Is it alive? Your guess is as good as mine! The two of them are getting a good look at each other, but it seems to me like they aren't exactly unfamiliar."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter smiles as he sees and feels the approach of his opponent. The power of one just a strong as he, himself. It is the first time in so very long he has even considered the possibility of another being his equal. The veneer of human appearance, the mockery of life that is a vampire, is hard to keep up when two beings of such corrupt power are together. Walter's shield of darkness protects him. It is he who carries the Ebony Stone, after all. No amount of power can overwhelm that defense that has rendered him essentially invulnerable for so long, now can it?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter doesn't believe so. But even if he were proven wrong... This looks to be a fight that he will enjoy. When Dracula makes his appearance, finally, Walter bows, his long red hair draping somewhat as he folds one arm over his black and red chest plate, the other behind his back. "Likewise, I have heard much about you, Dracula Vlad Tepes. Very intriguing tales of your power, and formidability as a ruler. Long have I wished to make your acquaintance. I would have asked you to my castle instead, but unlike other visitors, I likely could not BEAR to wait as you are forced through obstacles to reach me..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Boredom is the great curse of the immortal vampire. The things that grant entertainment become fewer and fewer. The value of things bleeds out of them as surely as the throat of a vampire's meal. This is something that Dracula should understand. That a century can seem to pass in an eye-blink, as days and months and years and decades all run together in a crimson slurry. Each night is like any other, each new deviancy holding amusement value only for a relatively brief time before it decays like everything else. Everything except the eternal ones.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But a fight between vampires, rare enough as it is, let alone EQUALS in power, is an excitement that Walter has never before experienced. So though he retains some degree of caution, his confidence in his defense and his eagerness to taste of this new dark ambrosia, combine to perhaps make him a bit bolder than would be tactically sound under other circumstances.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hand behind his back opens, and a sphere of black and crimson flame arises from his palm, hovering in the air, tendrils hungrily reaching out in all directions already. Walter's head remains lowered, but he is showing no subservience in his bow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Weiss begins to announce the action, the sound travelling even further in this artificial night than it would during the day, Walter likewise chooses to speak. "...Shall we begin?" he asks in his rich baritone, layered in a pleasantness and aristocracy that does not at all mesh with the monstrous presence he exudes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, I certainly feel honored that you would be so /anxious/ to meet me," Dracula replies, gesturing aside with a light sweep of his hand. "I hope such tales have not proven to water down any details; I would hate to have you taken off-guard."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A dark wind sends the Vampire Lord's cloak billowing behind him, almost flapping gently. Dracula's smirk is not one of mockery, not with the way those fangs shine in the night; an apex predator has been challenged by another, and more than anything, this is intensely /amusing/. Dracula may flaunt and bluster, but the anticipation of such a battle is a burning thrill in his blackened heart.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes. Let's."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ic0xP7iTMuU<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The vampire's cloak suddenly lashes up behind him, splitting in half and growing into two great spiked wings. A powerful gust of wind is send across the arena as those demonic wings beat at once, but alongside it comes a roiling gout of hellfire. Darkness and flame lash out in a draconic shape, snapping at Walter as if trying to feast on his flesh.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Unfortunate that you haven't made quite so public an appearance yet," Dracula calls from where he still stands. "I know so little of what to expect from you! Awfully unfair, don't you think?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"You know, this reminds me a lot less of two martial artists squaring off and a lot more of a pair of alpha tigers ready to go. It's not the usual kind of atmosphere you see from these fights! Both of these combatants seem very much unaccustomed to defeat! They're being pretty courteous for this kind of thing, but Dracula seems have been invited to strike the first blow! He barely even has to move to launch an attack clear across the entire arena! A casual theatrical cape maneuver and Walter is already neck deep in some hellish flames! If I were physically capable of feeling fear I'd be pretty intimidated by that just now!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter suffers pain. Pain! For the first time in centuries! Since he came into possession of the Ebony Stone! His shield of darkness barely blunts the flames at all as they rush to consume him! It's startling indeed. But the shield itself remains intact. Just... Not functioning as it should. Is it because of his opponent? Is the darkness that surrounds him not able to cope with one who wields a similar power? Though... There's something about this power... That seems familiar somehow.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reeling back from this comparatively minor blow due to the sheer psychological shock of being HARMED of all things, Walter raises a gauntled hand to shield his yellow eyes and gathers himself. And then he too levitates up into the air to join the other Vampire Lord. He retorts as he brings that sphere of crimson and ebony flames around to the for, "If we knew all there was to know of each other, where would be the fun in that?" The sphere is launched upwards at Dracula, detonating after a time even if it does not strike directly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And invitations have been granted to your Confederacy to Castle Bernhard in Eternal Night more than once. The two most recent were Lezard Valeth and Xiao Li Yu. They might have learned more of me had they accepted! A refusal of my hospitality is hardly MY fault now is it?" Well his general response to someone not wanting to come to his castle is to kidnap a loved one, so it's not as though he takes 'no' for an answer. Maybe that's why no one wants to come to his castle. That and the monsters. And the traps. And the fact he's a vampire.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There are many reasons not to visit Bernhard Castle.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Huh, it looks like Walter wasn't expecting that to work at /all/. Did he just underestimate Dracula's power, or did he have some kind of preparation up his sleeve that didn't work out? I'm willing to bet on the latter for now, but either way, he's come out of that one not /quite/ unscathed. I'll spare you the fighting fire with fire joke, because Walter is reciprocating with an attack that looks /eerily/ familiar. Is there more than a casual, coincidental link between these two? Anticipation abounds! He seems to have gone for a more practical proximity strike, detonating within a trigger distance of Dracula, no doubt anticipating a pretty wide margin of speed with that size! probably a smart move! Vampires aren't exactly known for being slow, and these two are both prodigial examples of the template!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The crackling sphere flies at Dracula, and in response, his body abruptly dissolves in a mass of chittering, shrieking bats. Not quite in time, however: more than a few are consumed by the flames, sent burning and fluttering down to the arena floor in agony as the rest of the swarm slithers off to Walter's side. They're quick to manifest back to Dracula himself, where the vampire lord's wings flatten back into that billowing, bloody cape.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A refusal of hospitality? How unfortunate, though I believe, from what I've heard, your greetings to your guests are rather more violent than most."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another whip of that hand, clawed fingertips curling in an almost graceful gesture. Paired with that motion is the sudden appearance of a purple pentagram of light just above Dracula, from which blasts a swirling beam of purple, chaotic energy lancing straight at Walter's chest.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Though, I must say, I appreciate how you choose to greet your guests," Dracula continues, strangely conversational despite the ongoing battle. "I find it to be a grand way to entertain oneself in the passing nights, seeing how many muster the strength to reach me /personally/. I almost wonder if /you/ might!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"The kind of banter going back and forth here suggests that these two haven't even begun to get serious, but I'm pretty sure most people would be dead by now. That's some serious hype fuel right there! Walter appears to have been right on the money here, because Dracula rolled with that one pretty gracefully with a classic dissolving maneuver, restricting the damage to six point four percent of his total target profile by scattering his component bats! I have /no/ idea how that works, if the bats are really alive or just magic that looks like bats, or how it feels to have some of them burned up, but he seems like he's done this quite a few times before! He's probably guessed that magical fire isn't especially effective against someone who can call on their own, so he's moved to more formalized magic, involving some highly unstable, focused energy projection. It looks deceptively simple, but that's him just making it seem easy. That'd normally take most mages a pretty signifcant casting time, but he's using it in close combat like it's nothing!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Further injuries! Fighting someone with such similar abilities is truly troublesome! This time Walter is better prepared for the experience of pain, and while the energy beam scores a blistering, white-hot scar across his breast plate that no doubt results in molten metal leaking onto the flesh beneath, Walter floats backwards out of range as he too makes a gesture with two clawed fingertips. The ground beneath Dracula glows. His only warning as Walter hisses out, "Perhaps we should compare ideas some time. I am always interested in that which provides entertainment." Then a pillar of shrieking white-and-black souls erupts from the tiled floor. If Dracula has not moved out of the way, he may be struck by it.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Making my way to you myself might be entertaining... But perhaps more so would be to choose pawns to do it on our behalf. That extra element of uncertainty could make the game even more exciting. To see if we have chosen correctly in our challenger. I have at least one who might be quite willing to engage in such a game..." Thoughts drift briefly to a certain pale-haired vampire fledgling who has only recently been permitted to leave his prison. But focus soon returns to the battle at hand.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"It really does seem like Walter is totally unused to being hit! Is it something about his opponent also being a vampire lord that makes his defenses less effective? Either way, he seems to be much more prepared this time, though that breastplate will be resting in peace right now. I don't think it'll survive another hit like that, and I'm well informed that molten metal burns hurt a /lot/! He's picking up speed on his feet though, acclimating a little to Dracula's rapid, aggressive pace, countering quickly with a vertical pillar attack of a nature I can't entirely ascertain. This is all pretty esoteric magic. Mortal mages don't often dig this stuff up, so consider it a rare treat! Attacking from right under your opponent's feet is usually a good way to score a quick, effective hit, but it rarely works a second time!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dracula is prepared for an attack...just not from below. The roiling pillar of undead coming from beneath him shocks him just a bit too late to evade it completely, and with a sharp hiss, he falters back in the air, taking a moment to recover from the pain of that attack. Such things he's been very much used to from Death, but it's been some time since he was bored enough to challenge the god to a duel.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, your skills /are/ impressive." The Vampire Lord sounds more amused than frustrated - it seems Walter's just as strong as he remembered the former lord being. "I must wonder, though, just how capable your followers must be; surely they would be impressive enough on their own, following someone such as yourself."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dracula's hand swishes his cape aside once more, and as the bloody interior is exposed, yet more flames burst forth in raging fireballs for Walter. This time, however, it's more than one, and not all simply aimed right for his opponent: attempting to anticipate Walter's next moves, Dracula tries to aim his following shots for where he expects the other vampire to evade.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"There we go! Textbook surprise attack! Right above and below is outside of where people tend to naturally look, so it's not entirely unexpected that it'd catch even a vampire lord off guard! Unfortunately, it looks like Dracula isn't an opponent you can put out of a fight with any single attack, at least without a /lot/ of preparation, so Walter may only have a temporary lead. Dracula isn't put off for long though! It looks like he's a veteran of battle injuries here, as you might expect a Field Marshal to be, so there's hardly time to breathe before he's swinging the pendulum back in his favour! Don't be fooled; that's not a random scattering of fireballs. Plotting the trajectory, he's carefully aimed those all at the same time to cut off potential routes of escape! In this kind of situation, steady nerves will help more than sharp reflexes, because the density isn't especially high, giving Walter a decent margin to weave if he can stay focused."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The spread of fireballs from Dracula is not-quite-avoided, the flames scorching at cloak and armor. With very little exposed skin, much of the damage is soaked by that, and the cloud of red-hued darkness that surrounds Walter. But if he had been less quick on his--Well, less quick in the air, or his eyes less sharp for the course the fireballs took, that could have been quite painful, shield or no.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rather than either brag or disparage his followers, Walter simply says, "I imagine them to be as serviceable as your own." Then he raises one claw-glaved hand, braces his forearm with the other, and lets out, "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as three of those exploding fireballs are launched from his palm, one each in a different direction. The initial impact of one may be harmful, but it's when they all explode that the real damage may be dealt.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It feels uncouth to use the same tactic that you just did," Walter admits afterwards. "But it appears there is much in our powers that are surprisingly SIMILAR." There is slight suspicion in Walter's voice, the casual banter aside. He doesn't know how this is, but he feels that SOMETHING is wrong here. This vampire fights too much like Walter himself. What is going on exactly?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Oh, it looks like Walter knows this strategy, and its weakpoints! Barely a scratch on him, even from that level of coordination and aim! Impressive! And it becomes immediately apparent why too! He has his own version of the same attack! Trading volume of fire for that explosive power to fill in the gaps is a bit of a twist, but using the same tactics as your opponent gives you an intimate understanding of what they can do and how it works! My hypothesis is continually being reinforced here! These two have more common ground than it appears~"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes-" Dracula's response is quickly silenced as he's forced to deal with the oncoming fireballs. It's something he knows how to handle, though: his hands come forward, manifesting sudden pentagrams of energy that serve as energy shields, absorbing the brunt of those fireballs one at a time. Unfortunately, as small as they are, they're also not perfect, with the explosions of more than a few lashing at him around the barriers. Better than suffering the full hits, at least.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Lord of Darkness takes a moment to dust off his sleeves after that, brushing away some soot and burning before he looks across the arena. That smugness still hasn't left him. "...as I was saying. I do believe there are some similarities between us, but is that not natural for much of our kind? Both with such great power, as well; is it not inevitable that we would match in some skills?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Is that smirk slightly mocking now?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It doesn't seem like Dracula wants to let Walter think about that for too long, though, because with a sharp shout, his hands thrust forward and blast a single, giant orb of chaotic energy toward him. Like a black sun wreathed in a scarlet corona, that chaos rushes at Walter with intent to burst right in front of him. Raw, chaotic power, the very base and essence of Dracula's own nature.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Behind the cover of that assault, Dracula swoops down to land on the arena floor, changing the elevation of the battle once more. Perhaps, even, in his favor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>That logic seems to go in reverse though! You can't really dodge between overlapping blasts, so Dracula counters the offensive with point defense barriers, soaking up the detonations before they can reach them. Classic moves, but these are refined fighters! It seems they're done feeling each other out though, because Dracula is severely stepping it up! It's a straightforward projectile but the sheer power is several magnitudes above what either of the vampires have been using so far, and barely even bothering to hold itself together! It seems he has something strategic in mind too, because the sheer size actually hides him from view, letting him maneuver tactically under cover, taking a position from underneath to reverse the altitude dynamic!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed, Walter considers the words spoken, the manner that they are spoken in, the nuances of his opponent's body language and facial expression. His yellow eyes narrow, but not entirely in anger. He is practiced at word games and mind games, as much as he is with all manner of other pass-times and diversions. But he isn't given a lot of time to think, before that massive attack comes flying in and explode in the same manner that Walter's fireballs have been thus far. The explosion of chaotic energies conceals not only Dracula's relocation tactic, but also the location of Walter himself.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As that devastating blow tears at the other Vampire Lord's body, a pillar of light might be missed within the storm of madness and death.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pillar of light and accompanying stream of bats that attempts to come down right on top of Dracula, swarm him, and tear at him with many hungry mouths, with the intent of leaving bleeding wounds that may linger with the unholiness-altered saliva of vampire bats. An anti-coagulant meant to wound even fellow monsters. And with vampires finding blood to be a precious commodity... Well!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Needless to say, the bats have no verbal response to Dracula at this point in time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Zwei says, "Ooh! That looks like it /hurt/! I can't speak for the effectiveness of dark magic on other unholy-aligned entities, but even with matching affinities that looked dangerous! This time it's Walter's turn to break out of it, resorting to the bat swarm to clear ground zero or risk being roasted alive! It looks like he has more plans than just escape though! You wouldn't think being savaged by a swarm of bats would be all that dangerous to a vampire, but those things are designed to bleed a lot, and for a vampire, blood is both power and a resource! Even Dracula shouldn't be able to afford hemorrhaging fuel for his powers for the rest of the fight, so we'll have to see if he can crush his opponent first before it becomes a serious issue! It's a tactical move on Walter's part, forcing his opponent to work under pressure rather than countering him at his leisure.""<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Clever. Internally, Dracula's feeling rather pleased that Walter has enough tactical mindset to keep up with his own raw strength; if it were only sheer power that Dracula were fighting against, why would he be here, instead of fighting some incredibly strong brute? No, this is something much more than that. This is someone similar to him, someone with terrifying power and a mind sharper than any blade.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is something worthy of his time.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bats rip and tear at Dracula, and while he brings his cloak around himself as a shield, it's not perfect. Fangs sink through cloth into skin, biting and tearing and feasting on the dark blood of the Vampire Lord. Normally no beast would be so bold as to risk even a nip at the Lord of Darkness, but these are not ordinary beasts.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But they can be dealt with similarly enough.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a tremendous, draconic roar, Dracula's arms suddenly thrust out to his sides, casting his cape out around him as if lifted in a swirling wind. A tornado does, in fact, flare up around him, but not one of air: instead, it's a swirling tempest of hellfire, consuming the area around him and sweeping up into the sky like an infernal serpent bent on reaching the moon itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Phew! There we go! That's looking closer to a vampire lord's full power! Fireballs don't have anything on that category five whirlwind of incineration! Even I'd be hesitant to be standing next to that! An omnidirectional attack is the obviously most effective counter against a flanking swarm, potentially capable of burning Walter out of the fight in one go! But exercising that much power at once might actually be a little too much if the blast wave throws the bats out of the real furnace! It's not an easy game to play! Both of these fighters have an unbelievable level of raw power, but just slugging away at each other won't get them anywhere! He'll have a few more chances yet though. He's pretty tough."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The bats, and the mind attached to them, seems to almost sense what's coming just a moment in advance. Too late to avoid all harm, but though they are scattered by the cyclone of infernal flame, the form they reassemble into seems to smolder rather than be charred. The damage from the sphere of chaos energy is still in effect, however. More than just Walter's hair is ruffled. Walter wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand as he observes from a distance. Dracula's blood. He looks down upon the traces there and then extends his tongue to lick up THAT blood too.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This flavor... Not only is it rich in power, but... There's something more than familiar than just another powerful vampie... A mystery to be solved, surely. But Walter wants to leave it unsolved for now. It will be another source of entertainment. To see if he can find the answer without having to ask. To figure it out on his own, to investigate... And that will likely mean remaining close enough to this other Vampire Lord to have the opportunity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Already, the novelty of feeling pain again is fading for him as he suffers more and more harm from this deadly foe. Just as Dracula is starting to unleash more of his power, it is time that Walter do the same. He raises his claw-tipped hands in front of his face and then thrusts them out to his sides, with a bestial shout as he grins widely, baring his fangs, his eyes glowing red within an aura of black and crimson. "RAAAAH!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The aura expands, tendrils of darkness lashing outwards to slice through tiles, a much lower-to-the-ground whirlwind than Dracula's, more spread out, but with that much greater range. Still, as Walter builds his power, the damage may be less than if it were a concentrated blow... If Dracula is even harmed by it. They have both demonstrated that they are capable of evading, countering, and toughing out harm from the other.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter, despite his injuries, is having more fun than he has had in hundreds of years. He is fine without delivering a decisive strike yet.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Because it's not time to end this game!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Oh? Did Walter gain power from that? Isn't that what they called diablerie? Then again, I doubt it matters to these two! THey can pretty much just take what they want! In any case, Walter steps up to the new standard Dracula is setting, not to be outdone by such a display of power! Rather than attempting to blast him with raw, overwhelming force though, he seems to be working up to something, beleaguering him with an onslaught of wide reaching attacks to keep him occupied and pushes onto his toes. Any one of those slashing ribbons of darkness could prove to be a greivous injury, but it doesn't /look/ like he's going for a killing blow just yet. Let's see what he has up his sleeve! And let's see what Dracula has to say about it!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The whirl of flame soon dissipates along with the wind, allowing Dracula to settle on the arena floor as he watches Walter manifest again. His fingers flex, curling like claws at his sides. His breath comes heavily, almost panting like a feral wolf teased by the taste of blood.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Formal regality is fading as the dragon's primal fire roils closer to the surface.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Darkness explodes through the arena toward Dracula, and his cloak once more comes around as a shield. Despite being cloth, it's strangely sturdy, buffeting Dracula beneath its cover while also refusing to rip at all. Is the cloak actually the dragon's wings in disguise, or does it simply take that form when he chooses?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sharp burst of raw kinetic energy suddenly blasts out from Dracula, knocking away further assaults from those tendrils. A deep roar rises from his throat, too, as his clawed hand reaches up toward the sky.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Crimson lightning cracks through the air. A strange iron scent seeps through the wind, one that Dracula and Walter would be very familiar with.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It starts to rain down on the arena, but not with any kind of cleansing water. Droplets of blood moving as fast as bullets, filled with flesh-eating corruption rain down on the arena, crashing into the tiles and down on top of Walter. Indeed, there's only one spot on the arena that /isn't/ being assaulted with that hellish rain: right around Dracula himself!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I don't think Walter is quite being serious enough here! With Dracula under pressure from that much bleeding, he really doesn't have the luxury of taking his time to build up a decisive checkmate as the Lord of Darkness steadily comes closer to flat-out-all-out! If he keeps up the planning too long, it'll collapse under a rapidly escalating assault! Rather than attempting to dance around all those tendrils looking for a safe spot, Dracula stands firm and resolute, weathering the storm behind that supernatural cape as he regains his power, and explodes from the defensive posture with another high level spell! It is literally raining blood right now! I don't know how, but I guess demonic magic doesn't really have to explain itself! This isn't a gentle downpour either! We're talking near supersonic sleet! The water content in blood means that those should hit like hard objects, but the real kicker seems to be some kind of corrosive effect! It's looking bad for Walter at this point! There's no real safe spot in this storm, so now /he's/ under a time limit too! A bold move that could easily prove decisive!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bloody bullets rain down from the blackened heavens, not only piercing Walter's flesh, but also devouring it from the inside out. To say that it hurts is an understatement. It's like holes have been drilled into him all over and then they've been filled with acid. This is no blood that Walter will be drinking, that much is certain. Letting out a roar of pain, and anger, that dissolves into LAUGHTER of all things, the Vampire Lord is engulfed in bloody flames as he boosts his speed for a moment to lunge forth at Dracula to simply strike him with an armored fist!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his blood lust grows, his age-slackened battle instincts awaken more and more. Walter drives himself to levels he has quite simply never HAD to use before, because he has never faced an opponent who is his equal. "This is the battle I have waited for all these long years!" He roars out, speeding past and through his first strike attempt, and then turning to blaze back the other direction for another crimson-flamed charged! "As mortal life times fell and were lost like this acid rain!" He turns a second time and slashes with one strike of clawed hands, and then another! "This is the foe I wish to face! This is the power I wish to test!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe part of this increased ferocity is the smell of blood all around. Unconsumable though it may be, it is a scent that, in sufficient quantity, would make just about ANY vampire more feral!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Here we go! Walter's really into it! It looks like he's recognized a worthy foe at last! After that impressive duel of magic against magic, the fight has gone straight to body blows! Now we can see the supernatural physical prowess of a vampire on display as well as their magical strength! I'm engaging the slow motion relay right now for those in the audience with normal eyes! It's a /ferocious/ fighting technique to be sure! Meant more to rip the flesh off someone's bones than deliver technical strikes! Of course, it's not like you're going to grapple and pressure point a vampire, so causing as much gross physical harm as possible is likely the ideal solution!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brutal strikes and burning blows fly at Dracula, and he uses an equally raw method to deal with them: his own hands. While he may not have gauntlets, Dracula's raw strength isn't to be underestimated. He certainly suffers some injury, but his reflexes allow him to meet Walter's blow with a powerful defense. Again and again he counters those furious strikes, his own body straining, but enduring.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And behind that, his vicious grin seems only to match Walter's own fury.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Test it as you wish - soon, you will no longer have the strength to stand!" Dracula's laugh echoes through the arena, malicious and powerful. He winces slightly, but he hardly falters - refuses to, even. "Until then, come: show me your strength, show me what power you hold! We shall see how long it endures!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another sudden blast of kinetic force flares out from Dracula, but only enough to stagger Walter and get some breathing room. Dracula will need it, for as strong as he may be, his greatest strength is in his magic. With another forceful shout, his hand thrusts forward, summoning a trio of purple energy balls in front of him. All at once, they hover forward, then simultaneously detonate around Walter in what becomes a single grand demolition!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The devastating attack of three powerful fireballs at close range from Dracula can not be adequately avoided despite Walter's attempt to fly backwards. It sears Walter's flesh, sends his long red hair whipping upwards and around from the force, and he clenches his fanged teeth together to brace against the pain! The pre-emptive declaration of victory offends Walter's sensibilities. Surely, this is an interesting, intelligent, powerful foe. But strong enough to think he is Walter's superior?<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Scoff!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But Walter's shield continues to fail to protect him against harm, and he feels it is time to draw upon more of his power. His eyes glow red constantly now, and he gathers crimson flames about one hand, simply trying to lunge force and BACKHAND Dracula of all things! The lashing out of his hand is no mere slap, but it is meant to correct an arrogance that Walter reserves solely for himself!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do not be so certain of yourself, Tepes! My true power has yet to be displayed! You may recant your bold claim when you have seen it!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And all the while that acid blood rain of Dracula's continues to burn away inside, even as the cloud of darkness and vampiric regeneration attempt to smother the insidious corruption, so much like Walter's own.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That strike is something Dracula is prepared for. His arm comes up, muscles tightening beneath his clothes to weather the sharp impact of that deceptively powerful attack. Fire lashes at his clothes and the skin beneath, but he manages to keep himself from being slammed by Walter's offended force.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he's still just /smirking/, fangs glinting like the sharpened canines of a dragon ready to prove its superiority. "True power? Don't tell me you've been holding /back/, Bernhard! Come now, show me what that /true power/ is!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hard shove of his arm sends Walter's hand aside, and with another rush of dark wind, Dracula floats up and back off the arena floor. His cloak, however, doesn't stop billowing around him, especially when his hands lift to the sky and a raging, unstable power starts to build from him.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Here," the Lord of Darkness shouts over the raging storm that begins to from in his hands, "allow me to show you first!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The attack is much like that chaotic orb from before, but increased a hundredfold. Something like a black sun starts to manifest above Dracula, roiling and crackling with violet coronas and crimson lightning. Its form barely seems contained: raw chaos that would tear apart any other living thing who tried to handle it, unbridled calamity barely crunched down into something restrained. That chaos only grows and grows, sending howling wind and crackling lightning through the air as the dark, chaotic sun builds above Dracula.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"DEMONIC MEGIDDO!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Dark Lord's hands thrust forward, and that giant mass careens toward Walter, hurtling down to the arena. Unstoppable and uncontained, it rages furiously until it touches down...and abruptly shrinks into little more than a pinpoint.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A split second calm before that tiny point suddenly explodes into a dome of released chaos that consumes the arena itself. The audience and commentator, at least, are kept a distance away from its edge, but only barely: the poor spectators will no doubt still be buffeted by powerful winds and particles of debris knocked around by the raging storm of darkness and hellfire that's consumed the arena, the dome ringed by a circle of blazing purple flame.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The arena is certainly going to need some reconstruction after this is through.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Incredibly, Dracula appears to be more or less keeping up with it blow for blow! He's clearly not quite as dedicated to hand to hand fighting, being forced to absorb some of the damage from those brutal swipes and jabs rather than deflecting it, but his raw strength proves to be enough to withstand that furious barrage without losing use of his arms! It seems he doesn't want to be caught up in a close quarters fight for long though, because he's employed a simpler spell to throw Walter back and give him some breathing room, which he's using to triple his earlier magic attack and drown him out in explosive magical energy! The playful attitude is gone as these two go at each other like snarling wolves, baring their fangs at each other's throats! Literally even! Walter won't be deterred by the multiple consecutive and simultaneous magic attacks Dracula is drowning him in however, skipping through hat unholy rain to rejoin the melee with the backhand of the century!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Ohhh boy! Here we go! Dracula has clearly had /enough/! The two of them clearly don't have the time to keep doing this, and so they're moving on to going for their last few moves before a checkmate! Decisive, crushing blows that have a real chance of demolishing a weakened vampire! This one doesn't need much description! He's demonstrated this violently unstable form of magic before, but nowhere near this scale! There's nowhere for Walter to run when this puppy explodes, engulfing almost the entire arena! The attenuation will fall off away from the focal point, but there's no way he's getting out of this one unscathed! How will he answer this challenge?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The enormous explosion seems to catch Walter completely by surprise. Despite the dramatic lead-up, the rise into the air, the gathering of such enormous power, how clearly telegraphed the attack is... There seems to be no preparation to defend. And Dracula alone, of course, may suspect the reason why. Though Weiss's keen observations have likewise noted the evidence pointing to the truth, and may do the same here as well.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walter Bernhard had suspicions, but it the surprise of seeing his most powerful attack used against him that has him caught flat-footed. But when the explosion finally goes off, engulfing the Lord of the Eternal Night he seems to actually... Try to brace himself to resist it! It's all he can really do! If he can not evade, and he can not block it, the only remaining option is to reduce the impact as much as possible! The shield of darkness granted by the Ebony Stone, the bloody mist that surrounds Walter, tries to SMOTHER the attack as the red-haired vampire lifts into the air to reduce the directions the explosive force can come from, and direct his body to face down at an angle!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he concentrates his shield directly in front of him, not unlike the pin-point barriers that Dracula used earlier, but covering a wider area.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is not enough to negate the overwhelming power in the attack. And the Vampire Lord is nearly thrown from the stadiumn area as his body is savaged by chaotic energies and concentrated evil such that Walter himself can scarcely wield!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when the dust settles, the darkness engulfing everything still intact, there is no Walter Bernhard to be seen. Or at least not in the form that he has been seen in so far.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead there is a giant, demonic bat. Larger than a tall man by thrice, with a wingspan even wider. The monstrous bat flaps there, glaring at Dracula with its fur scorched, its skin nearly scalded off in places as the blood that was inside Walter Bernhard was boiled by the forces at work!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">I know not who you REALLY are, Dracula Vlad Tepes, but if it is true power you wish to see, then ye shall have it! BEHOLD!</span>"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The demonic bat draws its head back, and its wings down, the gusts of its wing beats nothing compared to the wave of force created by Dracula's attack, but still enough to bow a human being caught beneath such to the ground.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the bat whips its head forwards and its wings upwards, and expels a sphere very similar to Dracula's own from its mouth with a deep, guttural cry, "<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">DARK INFERNO!</span>"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is like Dracula's Demon Meggido, but condensed from the start into a crackling ball of darkness and lightning nearly as big as Walter's new form itself. It's safe to say an explosion is probably imminent.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One that will likely turn the already-damaged ring into a flaming crater.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"As I suspected, Walter is canny enough to realize he's not getting away from an attack of that magnitude while staying inside of the legal bounds of the arena! These two might have needed a bigger map for this! On the other side, he does appear to have notable leanings towards absorbative defense, giving him somewhat of an advantage when it comes to attacks that can't be actively avoided or prevented. Multiple layers of magical shielding eat up a significant chunk of the energy signature directed at him, reducing a lethal blow to a severe but workable injury. In reciprocation he . . . shapeshifts?! Is a giant devil bat his 'true form', or some kind of battle transformation? I don't know! He seems intent to retaliate with the same show of force, not to be cowed or one-upped by his opponent! No reference to ancient arabic cities here! It's a similar pattern, but based in elemental power rather than the esoteric arts, cratering the much abused stadium under the magnitude of the discharge!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dracula's eyes narrow to burning slits at the sight of Walter's new form. Something he'd never before seen the vampire pushed to, but something he must have expected. All vampires in his world appear to have such an ability, after all: just because Walter was too confident in his old ally Death all those years ago didn't mean that he lacked such a power then.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unfortunately for Dracula, one of the few things he lacks any natural defense against is his own power wielded against him. And Walter, the source of that very power, now turns it upon him in a blazing storm.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dracula's cape whips in front of him, shielding him once more against that assault. Magic reinforces its strange strength, but even that isn't enough to completely endure the devastating blast.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the time the storms clear, the arena is hardly much of anything anymore, licked by flames and swirling tendrils of smoke. And above it all, where Dracula was a moment before is now a towering demon whose body of swirling blood is shielded by plates of obsidian armor. Four wings whose plated scales make them resemble angelic feathers flap lightly behind him; horns curl back from his skull-like visage; sickly blood seeps between the cracks of his armor to drip along the ground.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The gigantic demon folds his arms over his chest, then lifts his chin up to stare down at the great bat that is Walter. "Impressive. /Very/ impressive," he intones, booming over the arena. "But...it would seem this arena is hardly fitting for us to unleash our full strength. Perhaps, in less limiting confines..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A short, sharp laugh. "Still, it's hardly reasonable to push one another to death in this arena, is it? I believe we've shown enough of each other for one evening of indulgence."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A draw, or something like it? He certainly doesn't seem like he's readying for another attack, even despite his own new form.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the strength of the attack, Walter did not truly expect it to defeat a foe such as this in one hit. He expected it to do damage, of course, and severe at that. Enough to show this upstart who was really in control here! The fact that Dracula transforms as well just tells Walter that they have not yet begun to unleash all that they have. Both of them, despite their efforts, have been holding SOMETHING back. Though with Walter's transformation, that something is largely now out in the open.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only the power he possesses now, in this form, is what he can bring to bear. And the injuries he has from Dracula's potent sorcery are slow to recover. Almost as though they aren't regenerating at all, or at the pace of a mere human! Pah! When the idea of a fight beyond the limited confines is suggested, Bernhard flaps his mighty wings higher to raise to Dracula's level. He is about to respond with 'so be it!', still confident he will not lose, simply because he never has before. An unrealistic assessment of the power gap between them, perhaps.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But before the distorted voice of the demon bat can speak, Dracula says something that draws the other vampire away from his predatory mind-set, the instinct to run down his 'prey' and finish the job. He is no fledgling vampire. He is not Joachim Armster. And with centuries of experience, even after a battle such as he has never had before, he withdraws his new form into itself, flesh becoming shadow, and then shadow becoming flesh in the form of a man.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A man injured, with armor in need of repair. A man with yellow eyes, who is flying in the air. A man who is not a man, but a monster. But still, it is Walter Bernhard, not a giant demonic bat. And though his eyes smolder with hunger not-yet-sated, he speaks with a relatively calm, if theatrical tone, so that all might hear. "So be it! This match is at an end! It has been MOST entertaining. I would have more of it in the future. To that end, here and now, I declare that Castle Bernhard, its master, and the monsters of the Forest of Eternal Night, shall ally with the Confederacy under Dracula Vlad Tepes!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He may be smiling now, the gracious opponent of the mighty Field Marshal, who has been afforded the honor of a fight like only vampires such as these can engage in... But as he floats a bit closer, his features go dark, and he speaks so that only Dracula or someone with phenomenal hearing can detect the sub-sonic frequencies being used.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I will learn the secret of our connection eventually. I hope you make the hunt as interesting as you have this battle."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:83|Dracula Vlad Tepes (83)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A new ally? Well, isn't /that/ a surprise.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And a worry, considering who it is.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dracula doesn't allow any concern to show in his expression, however. The great demon gives a sharp huff, then steadily condenses in billowing shadows until its giant form is shrunken back into the less-giant form of Dracula himself. Burned, torn, damaged, but still with enough strength to keep his head high as he regards Walter.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hm...very well, then," the Field Marshal remarks with curiosity in his tone. "We will accept this offer, and welcome you among the Confederacy's ranks. Allow me to manage the proper paperwork once I've recovered, if you would be so generous; fear not, for I will certainly ensure your alliance goes smoothly."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His grin only grows at that looming, threatening addition. It speaks enough of his response: 'I dare you to succeed'.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let us retire, then," Dracula speaks more loudly, "and mend our wounds. It seems we will have greater matters to tend to in the future, shall we not?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a last flourish of his cape and an echoing cackle, the Lord of Darkness bursts into another swarm of dark bats that swirl through the air in a screeching storm, before each one in turn dissolves into a fine black mist that seeps up into the clouds above.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What an interesting turn of events...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Ohoho! That's not something you see every day! I think the two fighters have realized that this isn't the best place for a pair of ancient vampire lords to unleash the top tiers of their power, and done their best to come down from the battle high and be reasonable. After Dracula matches Walter's transformation, proving that they both have the power of a 'final form', the two seem to have struck an alliance right here on . . . well what /used/ to be the stadium grounds! I suspect even /they/ want to find out what exactly makes them so similar, and yet different~ The exit is as flashy as the entrance, leaving the crowd stunned, or terrified, into silence! The recording of this isn't something I'd let your children watch!"<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2015/09/30<br />
|Location=Papaya Island - Stadium<br />
|Synopsis=Setsuko meets The Magician in the WMAT quarter-finals!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's been a while now since the WMAT began, and Hisoka has a bit of trouble remembering the preliminary matches. Oh he had fun, and the opponents were strong. The two facts go together perfectly... but the only fighters he wants a rematch against, he'd want to be sure the rematch is outside the arena where anything might happen. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So when Hisoka enters the field, he's ... a bit lethargic. Trudging in, not bouncy as he normally is. His hair still stands at attention as before, his makeup is immaculate, his clothes meticulously ready for the fight... but Hisoka himself seems to be weary.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko, meanwhile, might as well be a statue.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her opponent is one that left a poor impression on her in the preliminaries. The type who only respects strength, and shows utter disdain for anything else; it's a poor match for the demigod's personality, despite her qualifying as 'strong'. And the commentator besides, is someone who utterly gets under her skin, the Confederate woman who never tells the truth when a lie will suffice and never misses a chance to take shots at anyone. So she's going into a match that already has the potential to drive her up the wall.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But it wouldn't do to let that show on her face. She will have nothing but the utmost decorum in an event like the WMAT, all the moreso when there is none to be found around her. So when she steps up onto the arena floor proper, her expression is a stony mask of calm neutrality, her posture carefully controlled. Left hand holding Zanjintou's sheath where it connect to her belt, right resting on the grip. All Hisoka receives is a cool, unflinching stare in greeting.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer is here, naturally, and the elf seems to sense Setsuko's irritation, giving her a smirk before starting to speak into the microphone, her commentary both going out and echoing through the stadium. "Welcome once more to the battlefield of history! Today, in this quarterfinal match of bracket C of the WMAT, we will determine once and for all who shall have final dominion over all that lives and breathes, and who shall be cast into a firey darkness for the remainder of eternity, suffering both pain and everlasting humiliation at their defeat! Today's epic confrontation will be between Setsuko Kaminagi in one corner, and the mysterious Magician in the other. Join us in person at the stadium proper, or cower in your home and listen to my broadcast on frequency nine oh oh point eight!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There are things Hisoka values besides strength, but they amount to much the same thing. Attitude, intent, capability, potential... all of these have their place. In the end he's not interested in anyone except as toys. No doubt Setsuko would be even more disdainful of him if she knew.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He studies Setsuko, eyeing her cool stare and her ready pose. He stares back, and there's apparent confusion in his gaze. Finally he shrugs, rolling his neck, and approaches at a careful walk. "Have we met?" he asks, only the slightest hint of a grin on his face. "You look familiar." he claims. And that gaze... oh, that gaze is delicious. This might be fun.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This time, Setsuko's prepared for that kind of response. Her expression doesn't even flicker; nothing shows but a cold, military resolve. "If you're here to fight, then fight," the swordswoman responds simply. "I won't be provoked." There is no change in her posture, but everything about it suddenly becomes like a coiled spring. Tension in her muscles, intensity in her gaze, even that peculiar presence of hers seems to magnify a bit as she sinks herself into a battlefield mentality. The only visible movement is her fingers uncurling and re-curling in sequence, tightening around the grip of Zanjintou, but to someone experienced in battle as Hisoka is, the change to 'we're fighting now' is as plain as day.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "And we're off! The duo exchange fierce words, both clearly having been looking forward for quite some time to this rematch from the preliminary records. They aren't actually attacking each other yet, both squinting at one another, attempting to batter their spirit into submission before the first actual blow!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In truth Hisoka wasn't trying to provoke. Oh he had some idea his words might be inflammatory, but they were no less true. If the announcer hadn't just announced his opponent's name, he might not have known it. He lives in the present, focussed on the future. The past, unless it involves a memory tied to a future he desires, is unimportant and forgettable.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka shrugs once again, lifting up his hands to take a weird martial stance, hands curled into claws. And given his fingernails... claws indeed. "Of course I'm here to fight." he grins, a hint of his normal fighting spirit coming to the fore. "Come... try to make me remember. I should probably remember at least the sight of your blood~?" he asks, waiting a half-heartbeat to throw off timing before stepping into a blurring motion, fingernails raking for a relatively soft spot. Cheek, shoulder, forearm... whatever he can reach and whatever Setsuko's guard leaves somewhat vulnerable.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The instant Hisoka lunges, Setsuko is shifting her own stance in preparation, but that speed of his is too fast. Lines of crimson open up along her left forearm, right cheek, even a faint set of lines along her back. There is a soft hiss of pain from the demigod, whose attempt to avoid comes just a hair too late, but even though blood is running down her body already, she doesn't flinch.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Hisoka may be in for a nasty surprise. Her half-step back stops at just that, her stance firming up, and her arms in particular grow tense; she waits until the very moment he's coming around to her front again, and then there's movement far too fast for ordinary eyes to see. Her hands shift, her blade's sheath tilts ever so slightly, and then she draws Zanjintou with impossible speed and precision, aiming to take Hisoka by sheer surprise at being able to match his speed even if it's only with a single attack.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even if Setsuko can match Hisoka's speed, he's already moving before she commits the strike. He sucks in his gut, twisting, the sword barely carving a line across his flesh as his shirt gapes open from the cut. Darting backwards, he once again rockets forward, this time with a hard-swung closed-fist.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I think... I do remember you." he grins. That speed, that lethal commitment, that disregard for pain. Oh, this might not be a battle to the death... but that doesn't mean it can't be fun!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "And we're going straight for the most effective magics of all, as the Magician launches himself into action, scratching with fingernails in what seems to be quite an effective set of blows! It's not going to go unmet, though, as a blade is drawn on the other side. Rather than attempting to give those claws a manicure, it seems to be aimed at his body, and both of these titans are aiming to get the blood flowing early!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fist slams hard into Setsuko's abdomen before she can properly bring her guard up. Not good. Already she's taking some bad hits, much faster than her regeneration can keep up. Hisoka might even feel the distinct sensation of a rib cracking under his fist. But even if she might not be able to match his speed with anything more than a single, limited-use technique, she can at least match him in strength, and for the moment he's given the demigod a perfect opportunity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a vise, her left hand closes around his wrist, and with a sudden shift to the side, she turns and pulls hard, trying to yank Hisoka /past/ her and off his balance with more force than he can correct for quickly. She releases his wrist and follows through on the turn, bringing herself around to gain momentum and put both hands on Zanjintou's grip - so that she can bring it down against his back for a much more forceful diagonal slash.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "And the Magician manages to cast fist straight into Setsuko's stomach, a fierce looking blow, but she takes it quite well with hardly any whining or hesitation, deflecting some of it at the last moment. She's going to manage a counterattack, cutting along his back. These two are going at it with little regard for their own safety, or for how much easier it is for me to call out specific action if people are fighting at range!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grabbed by Setsuko, Hisoka is pulled off-balance past the demigoddess. He ducks under the sword cut, but the weapon carves his arm. Better his arm than his head, surely. His nen aura protects him, blunting the attack enough that he isn't critically hit. At the same time, invisible, a bit of his aura attaches to the backside of the mighty Zanjintou.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka bobs upright like one of those toy bop bags, not bothering to stay down. He swings wildly, aiming to lash out with his hand against Setsuko's cheek. Not as a terribly effective blow... he knows it's not going to do any real damage, that she can easily defend. He just doesn't want her thinking too hard about his true intent... to start attaching little threads of bungee gum to various points on Setsuko. To her chin, to her blocking arm, to whatever it takes. Even if he's parried, he can use that in the future to jerk a parry aside to let him land a cleaner and stronger hit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko instinctively shifts yet again, but once again it's not enough to pull her out of the way of that rapid attack. More crimson lines open there, both cheeks now dripping blood, but the attack is relatively light. She's quick to get out of his reach, however, and if there were any question as to whether or not she's aware of what Hisoka is planning, it's crushed when she takes a firm step backward and hauls back on her sword one-handed as if landing a fish. However, when there is no effect from that, she glances between her sword and Hisoka, and says simply, "I didn't think so. But it was worth a try."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Zanjintou is returned to its sheath, and for a moment Setsuko crouches low. Then she's off like a shot, running forward; not nearly so fast as Hisoka, but still faster than an ordinary human, and a good nine feet or so from Hisoka, several things happen in impossibly quick succession.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first is that the demigod begins another quick draw, shifting her arms and the sheath of her weapon in just such a way to give the draw that blinding speed. It's the same technique she opened with, but this time she's much too far away for the katana to actually land a hit. However, the second thing that happens is that the strand of nen connected to the Zanjintou breaks. This is because of the third thing that happens, one that Hisoka might remember is a possibility or might not, depending how fuzzy his memory still is.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Zanjintou snaps and grows in Setsuko's hand in mid-slash, the rate at which the new, more massive blade forms fast enough that by the time the swing is aimed at Hisoka, the blade will be long enough to reach him, and the swing will come in with a speed normally impossible for the twelve-foot blade. It is an attack that comes out so quickly that, for once, there is only time for Setsuko to shout after it's delivered.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"ZANJINTOU: SENJIN SHUNZAN!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "And the Magician continues his ultra-masculine fighting style, following the earlier scratching up with a slap to the face! It seems to wound Setsuko's pride pretty thoroughly, deservingly so, and this prompts her into escalating her own attacks. Her sword grows in mid-swing to reach out and land what looks like a telling blow to the Magician. Can he recover from this?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka grins as Setsuko tries to draw him in using his own weapon. He just smiiiiles, raising his hand and twinkling his fingers at her. It was certainly a good thought on her part, trying to use his own powers and his own trap against him. It's The Magician's power though, and his own trap. He's in complete control over it. One of the reasons he's so strong and is so difficult to overpower is that his power's very flexible and has no real weaknesses. Bungee gum may not look like much at first glance, but it's an incredibly useful tool for the weird nen-user.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's caught off-guard with Setsuko's attack however, being a little too busy waggling his fingers at her in a taunt. The sword grows, and he has only a moment to react. Clearly no defense will stand. Evasion seems out of the question. There's only one possible response to the potentially lethal strike, and Hisoka wastes not a moment plotting. Instead, he attacks.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sharply contracting a strand of bungee gum, Hisoka launches himself straight in at Setsuko, using the strand of bungee gum between his fist and her cheek to accelerate himself impossibly fast. He isn't caught by the tip of Setsuko's blade. He isn't cut in half. Instead he is mostly inside the blow, suffering a brutal cut in his side - partially stopped by his ribs - but keeping the sword from having the leverage to deal him a mortal wound. And once he's inside arm's reach, he aims a sledgehammer punch backed with all his muscle and the speed of his unexpected motion, aiming to slam Setsuko in passing and then, possibly, get clear past her to give him a chance to avoid or at least partially neutralize her follow-up.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blow hits Setsuko clean across the jaw, hard enough to knock her off her feet in passing; hard enough to crack her jaw, though with her healing the most debilitating part of that is the pain it brings with it. It's still a fairly brutal hit, such that by the time Hisoka's boots touch the ground, the demigod still hasn't quite. It doesn't help that in using her ability to change Zanjintou's shape, she's effectively given the laws of physics the finger and created a ton of inertia out of nothing by making a fast-moving blade suddenly much more massive. It's enough to keep her spinning even as she's knocked back, and...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wait, she really should have touched back down by now. And stopped spinning. But if anything, she's spinning faster.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"ZANJINTOU!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a ripple of blue light as a change travels up the Zanjintou's blade. From a massive oversized broadsword to a somewhat smaller eight-foot, curved shape, the Zanjintou shifts in the blink of an eye. "DAI!" It's a much more aerodynamic shape, too... almost reminiscent of a boomerang. "SHAA!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around and around she goes, until the weapon is suddenly released, translating all that spinning into an incredible rotation that gives it impossible aerodynamic lift. "RIIIIIIN!" The blade banks around, carving up a deep gash in the tournament floor before the weapon's curved flight takes it straight up at Hisoka. Setsuko allows herself to drop to the ground in the process, adopting a cautious bare-knuckle stance while the blade is still in flight.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "The Magician manages to keep to his feet after that earlier strike, and even more impressively seems to have found a new commitment to offense, but what looks like a bad cut along his torso may slow him eventually. For now, though, he's launching forward, landing a solid blow onto Setsuko, shooting her up into the air.. and she's managed to redirect that into another attack, spinning back around with her blade to try to land a hit in return. The punishment continues here, and it's a real battle of attrition to see which of them is going to be still standing at the end!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka recovers from his lunging strike, and immediately dives into a leaping vault as Setsuko's sword is launched at him. His back arches, his head snaps back, and the boomerang blade cuts a long shallow line up the front of his chest before parting the point of his chin. Blood sprays from the wound, and more from his tortured back and side. he's already working with his nen energy though to bind the flows, to keep himself from weakening too much.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He turns a handspring as he continues to rotate, then finishes the vault and returning to his feet. With a flourish he waves his hand, as if in salute of his acrobatic feat in barely avoiding the worst of that spinning blade. Only, it's no salute. Somehow he'd come up with a handful of cards as he vaulted. The cards snap out in a tight spread, the Magician aiming to stitch a line of pain across Setsuko while she's 'relatively' defenseless and presumably waiting for her blade to return to her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even without Zanjintou to deflect the cards, Setsuko isn't entirely helpless. If anything, she at least has the temporary gain in maneuverability to make up for it. And there's also the fact that she lunges /forward/ into the spread of cards, unable to avoid them entirely but at least able to undercut their angle such that the overall injury is less than it could be - more cuts along her left side, bleeding freely, but her regeneration has already staunched the flow from the earliest attacks; just regenerating as much damage as she's taken is tiring in and of itself, though.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But 'tiring' is nowhere near enough to stop Setsuko's advance. She barrels across the arena at Hisoka again, one arm cocked as if in preparation to throw a running haymaker. But at the last second there's a sudden lurch skyward. No crouch, no push off with her feet, the demigod simply lifts into the air, taking the element of surprise with her power of flight and rising up to catch Zanjintou in her right hand at the perfect height of her jump. Its blade reshapes to the full twelve-foot configuration-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-and then down she comes, bringing the blade with her in an attack that will carve a deep furrow into the arena itself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Laer says, "And it's suddenly a carnival display, as the Magician does a few acrobatics, then a card trick! The trick appears to have Setsuko awestruck with blood, but she has evidently decided to take out her frustrations on the arena itself, showing no regard for the hardworking men and women who will now have to not only clean up her blood, but also repair that afterwards. This callousness is rewarded, as she seems to have gotten a clean hit in on the card-playing Magician."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka begins to laugh as he dances out of the way of the sword attack. It carves into the meat of his leg, but he just laughs. "Oh well done!" he crows, vaulting aside and fanning out several cards into a handwedge. "You've almost killed me three times!" he says, entirely cheerfully.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka darts in, slashing with the cards. "Why don't we just..." another cut follows. "... forget the rules for now..." A dance, a spin, another attempted bloodletting. "... and both of us take our chances..." a final dance and a flip backwards, followed by a flung card. "... with the life-saving devices they say they have?" he says, finishing off the dancing and spinning assault with a bow and a maliciously murderous look in his narrowed eyes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko moves into the close melee with a surprising lack of hesitation despite it being an incredibly poor range for her massive blade. And she pays for it, at that. The first slice glances off the surface of Zanjintou, but the second clips her left forearm, and the third and fourth find purchase on her biceps in a much more serious manner. She just keeps taking injuries, far past the point where her regeneration can keep her in the fight. It's visibly worn on her by this point, the myriad injuries making it a monumental effort just to keep fighting. And yet, she refuses to show weakness, her strength not even faltering. She's the type to go at full tilt right up to the point where her body gives out entirely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The leap backwards that she takes isn't a matter of breathing room; it's simply a way to put space between the two of him, to bring a brief pause to the fight so that she can meet his gaze. It's the first time that she lets any emotion onto her face, and the emotion is faint offense. "...That's twice you've shown blatant disrespect for this tournament. If you don't want to fight under its rules, go fight somewhere else. A tournament has meaning and dignity beyond simple fighting, and if all you want is back-alley brawls, you don't have a place here."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes narrow, the demigod suddenly erupts forward, not so much running over the ground as /skimming/ it. Applying her full flight power to a straight ahead charge, the demigod flies like a missile with her blade behind her straight at Hisoka once again. There is no deception in this attack, however. No stop short, no sudden spring. "ZANJINTOU!" It is a pure, brute force attack, applying the speed and strength of her body and the weight and reach of the Zanjintou into a mighty attack that makes up for Hisoka's superior agility with sheer coverage and incredible cutting power. Around the blade comes, once, twice, a spinning double slash that ends with the blade's momentum arrested directly behind Setsuko - in perfect place to bring it over herself and straight down with a ferocious application of her full strength. She cannot unleash her strongest single hit without wrecking the arena and defying the rules of the fight. So she's devised something that will fill the role just fine for the tournament - a triple combination attack of all her speed, broad range, and crushing force.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"INAZUMA JUURYOKU OTOSHI!!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "The cards seem to be the main attack now, and the Magician's showing more speed than we had seen out of him to this point, with a lovely set of strikes at Setsuko. The attacks seem to be wreckless, and there are harsh words between the competitors, showing that these two just do not like each other! Once those words are done.. Oh! The Magician takes another fierce blow, and another, and another! This has to be close to finished, with these fierce exchanges!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The grin on Hisoka's face only widens as Setsuko berates him. A tournament, when it comes down to it, doesn't mean anything to him. He's not here to win, he's here to make a name for himself. Well that's not his only reason, but it's a big one. Of course he didn't really expect Setsuko to agree to his suggestion. Mostly he did it to piss her off, to make her show what she was really made of.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He's not at all disappointed. The attack is everything he could possibly hope for, holding nothing back in terms of power or speed. One strike cuts through his upper arm, no doubt severing something vital but not quite detaching the limb. The second slash cuts his leg, dropping him to one knee. The third strike might have taken off his jaw but he twists, that weird agility of him saving him from a blow that surely would have shut him up. It instead gashes open his forehead, causing a ghastly but noncritical wound.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka's head snaps back around, blood pouring down his face, covering it in red. He WANTS to kill this woman. He wants her dead SO MUCH! But... ahhh, if he tries to kill her, he'll lose the tournament. Not that he cares about losing or winning. Better to lose his way than to win following some foolish set of principles he doesn't accept.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hisoka grins, his teeth shockingly white beneath all that blood. "You're so right!" he cries, his good arm coming up from the ground where it props him still upright. It goes to his beltline and tears free the corner of his shirt. With a single direct motion he tears his shirt away, turning it into shreds. No, not shreds... cards. An entire array of cards. Enough cards to kill an army, seemingly. His arm continues its tearing motion, the cards fanning out in a shotgun spread, faltering in the air, pausing. If that many cards were to suddenly change direction, could Setsuko possibly avoid them all? Could she even survive the assault?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cards falter, then flutter to the arena floor. "You are right." he croons, his voice showing some sign of strain. The strain of restraint rather than pain, probably. "There's no point fighting you here. The next time we meet, come prepared to kill or die." he says, turning his back and tipping a virtual hat to the announcer's stand. "Let her have the win. She'll play by the rules." he says before ... well, somehow, his ruined leg straightens, supporting his weight. Not well, but he does it. He gets up, and staggers off towards the fighter's exit, letting Setsuko hold the field uncontested... but he DOES walk off under his own power.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laer says, "And the Magician yields, determining that he would far rather fight Setsuko again later under rules that will allow for a more final finish, though he appeared to my eyes to be at a severe disadvantage anyways! Congratulations to Setsuko for a well earned victory and her place in the semifinals."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:255|Setsuko Kaminagi (255)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Setsuko comes down from her all-out attack with the Zanjintou cocked in a careful defensive posture. The sudden fan of cards, impossibly many cards, has her tense, ready to defend, not sure whether to go vertical, to hide behind the width of her blade - it's too unpredictable. Too dangerous. She's about ready to go for another attack at her own peril... and then they all fall to the ground, and he forefeits the match.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the look on her face, it's the most surprising thing she could have done.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Zanjintou returns to its smaller size, and then finds its way into the sheath at her side. The entire time Hisoka is leaving, the demigod watches him; with a look that says he has, perhaps, managed to reclaim some of the baseline respect his behavior so far had eroded. It's a surprisingly graceful decision on his part, and she decides she can be satisfied with it.<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Another match, and this time maybe Ariel won't be humiliated and such! The little unicorn prances into the arena area of the Wastelands, shaking herself off before shifting to humanoid form. She's wearing just a cloak and carrying two stilletos at her side, one red and one blue. "Hi!" That's mostly to everyone gathered. More directly, she just comes right out and asks, "Um, if you're going to give up, could you please tell me before the fight starts? Just, so I know?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha smiles as sees the humanoid unicorn girl arrives, "Nope, I didn't come all this way to lose. I'm going to give it my best! Even if you did win the tournament last year." She knows this isn't going to be easy but she's managed to get this far. Her hands burst into flames as she gets into a ready stance.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course a WMAT fight has spectators. It is to be expected in a hugely organized spectacle. But one of the floating platforms over the field has a very special guest upon it. A space in the stands seems utterly empty, where all the other watchers choose to not go near the rainbow haired figure.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or maybe it's the hazard tape spread around Amalthea that reads 'caution: volatile parent'. She is casually sipping beer and eyeing the other spectators menacingly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Ariel just smiles brightly. "Oh, great! Then I guess we can get started!" She claps her hands together, stepping back into a more ready stance while beaming in a friendly manner. "Okay Natasha! Good luck! Um... wait. That's a little weird for me to say. Well, good luck anyway!"<br /><br />She doesn't give any further warning, just breathing in and... crackling with electricity. Her horn glows brightly as she seems to suck in the mana immediately surrounding her, letting it course through her body.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"You too!" Natasha's a good sport if nothing else, and she's fighting someone in the Union. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to go too hard on her. She watches Ariel absorb the mana, if she can do that all kinds of magic she could be in trouble. She figures she should stop her before she can attempt to take in more, she rushes in punching softly at the unicorn girl. It's more an attempt to distract her than anything else.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Ariel had expected Natasha to rush her and throw fireballs. Punching her just didn't enter into the unicorn's head. She tries to sidestep at the last moment, but is way too slow, the punch slamming into her side and knocking her back with surprising ease! Arms windmill as she lets out a whinnying bleat of surprise! "Kyah! Hey!"<br /><br />This doesn't mean she doesn't counter though. Dropping into a defensive stance, she aims a quick jab for Natasha's side. She's still trying to draw in power, but she also wants to see if she can tap into Natasha's flames in any way with this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's a mage, but she's certainly not squishy. Still she's not intangible either like one might suspect. She does have a ton of mana and losing a bit of it's not going to hurt her much. Still, she's concerned about Ariel, it might just take a bit for the girl to warm up. She sweeps Ariel's legs trying to knock her off balance and leave her open for a more powerful attack.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The leg connects with Ariel's own, and again she's a hair too slow, the leg snagging hers and sending her tumbling back. She rolls with it, catching herself on one hand and tucking, but it ends up smacking her shoulder HARD on the ground. She's not really built for a stand-up brawl, apparently. "Yipe! Ow..."<br /><br />Apparently, despite having a carapace, Ariel CAN bruise, and she's wincing as she finishes the roll in an attempt to get around back. A quick lash with her foot jabs a hoof toward Natasha's leg, trying to knock her off balance long enough that Ariel can recover... and that odd leeching feeling is still going on.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha feels more of her mana be absorbed by Ariel, "If do that enough, will I turn into a unicorn like in Equesteria?" She's a bit curious about that now. This wasn't really the time to test it though. She's got a fight to win. Ariel's counter is enough that she can't really follow up on the sweep. Instead she smacks Ariel in the face as she's still trying to break her focus.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Well, smacking her in the face works, but Ariel is ready for it this time. Her arm comes up, mostly blocking it so that it instead glances off her shoulder, hitting the surprisingly hard chitin that guards it. She grunts in pain again, the earlier injuries showing a darkening green from where they've damaged her plating. "Um... I don't think it works that way," is all she can say to the question.<br /><br />Abruptly she aims a sharp, punishing open-palmed strike at Natasha's midriff, energy crackling and focusing upon it as she attempts to unleash the gathered mana in a burst of mystical lightning, like a super-taser.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Oh, I see...Ah!" Natasha tries to block the strike but the sheer amount of mana in it makes it impossible. She bursts into flames with the sheer amount of electricity and mana surging into her body. Given how much she's already storing it makes it pretty difficult to store anymore. Of course this could be a problem for Ariel as well, since it sends fire flying in every direction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And then Natasha exploded! Ow. Ariel throws her arms up to block, but the flames wash over her with scorching power, making her stagger back and bleat in pain! That's a pretty bad attack, yeah. Still, she responds with something a little less obvious, electricity crackling around her as she finishes off the spell she's been trying to cast. It's not as perfect as it could be, with her distraction from being punched and now ON FIRE enough to cause her to hit the ground and roll, but hopefully the sudden CRUSHING GRAVITY will keep Natasha occupied for a while.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Of course, the problem with using gravity attacks on Natasha is her body has odd physics. She doesn't weigh much to begin with, so trying to crush her with it can prove to be a bit difficult. She's in a fair amount of pain though and is feeling a bit drained at the moment, so she tries to use her magic to start a small fire and spread it by igniting Ariel.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Hey! Ariel was just putting that out! Setitng her on MORE fire seems to work just fine though, and with a whinny of pain Ariel tumbles back further, before righting herself and ending up on all fours. That's not really going to be very nice for her in the long run.<br /><br />Back in unicorn form, Ariel does the first thing that comes to mind when panicking and ON FIRE for a little foal. She KICKS Natasha!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha cringes a bit at that, getting kicked by hooves certainly hurt and the excess gravity is making a bit difficult her to move around if nothing else. Of course now that Ariel's running around she's a bit harder to hit, so instead of a direct attack she lobs a fireball at her instead.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And in comes the fireball! Ariel turns to face it, lowering her horn, but it blasts right over her to scorch and char her plating, making her stumble a little in pain. The whole point was to line up though... with a bleating whinny, the foal charges forward, galloping in for a quick headbutt! She doesn't actually try to use her horn here, she's just going for impact.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's still in the gravity well when she notices Ariel charging straight at her. She tries to outrun the unicorn but it feels like her body's moving in slow motion as she does. She's sent flying into one of the spires of rock. The force is enough to send some small rocks flying along wuth embers of flames as she takes a moment to recover.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Peppered with flying debris, Ariel stumbles back, gashes opening in her plating that are sizzling and smoking from the flames. She's now pretty beat up, her energy crackling more weakly around her, but the unicorn is shocked to her senses from the massive barrage that slams into her. She finally throws herself down to put out the fire, rolling to all fours... with several small rocks flinging themselves up into the air, sorcery hurling them in a small barrage at Natasha.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Just as Natasha comes to her senses she finds herself getting hit by several rocks, leaving several red marks. The fire element is pretty bruises herself right now, she still has blood after all. She's doing her best to hang on long enough to win the fight at least. She charges at Ariel at an attempt to knock her down, sure she doesn't have much weight behind her but the fact she's on fire should be enough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>A burning tackle is a good thing to try, except that Ariel is... on all fours. She's still a unicorn, and even as a foal that means she's pretty heavy. She skids back, braced against the tackle, but the flames still roar over her and scorch her further.<br /><br />That's when she releases the rest of her stored power as a sudden sphere of electricity, lightning crackling and blasting all around her in a last-ditch attempt to blast Natasha away.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The blast makes Natasha stumble a bit, but it's not enough to knock her all the way back. She reaches out and tries to grab Ariel with her blazing hands to try and keep her from releasing any more energy. If she tries to absorb it, Natasha figures she'll likely get even burnt even more with as close as she's standing. She doesn't want to hurt Ariel more than necessary but knows she needs to take her out of the fight at least.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Hands grapple Ariel, and she bleats in surprise that she'd end up getting her bolt powered through like that! She's just a little too worn down to keep fighting though... as Natasha struggles, Ariel drops to one knee and huffs, "Okay, I give up."<br /><br />It's actually going to take a lot of work for her to ease onto all fours again, after all that.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Natasha's pretty worn out herself and lets go of Ariel's horn, the flames from her hands vanishing quickly. "That was close! I can see why you won the tournament last year! Are you going to be alright?" While she's happy to win, she's a bit concerned as well. She certainly wasn't holding back and knows her flames can burn pretty hot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:219|Ariel (219)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Ariel cracks open an eye. "Eh? I'll be all right. My entire family is made up of healers you know. Well um... my parents and me I guess." She's suddenly unsure about Lila and Al. "Congratulations, Natasha!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An intense chill radiates from the stands. Emanating inexplicably from Amalthea's roped off section of the hover platform bleachers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:425|Natasha (425)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Thanks! Well, I'm glad to hear that. I wish I could heal people sometimes myself. All I can do is set them on fire." Natasha sounds a bit regretful about that. "I mean, I can protect others of course, but I can't really do anything to help if they're hurt." She feels a bit cold all of a sudden, was there a draft out here.<br> <br><br />
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