Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 20, 2007 14:41:31 GMT -5
((we get a judge............this is post is not counted)) ((loser gives the winner 20 gold))((the judge gets to decide who gets hurt, to what effect, and where))((match is over when the jdge thinks that a person is dead))((godmoding can be penalized))
In the corner of the city, there lies an adandoned shack. In the shack there are many types weapons. There is also a staircase in the middle leading down to the arena. The arena is 100 footsteps in diameter, covered by jets of hot steam on all sides. Participants may not take any items of their own into the arena. They may however take any 2 weapons from the walls of the arena. They cannot take the same weapon. The weapons are also subjected to damage.
Do you ACCEPT?
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 20, 2007 14:53:22 GMT -5
(( max 2 actions at a time))
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 20, 2007 15:08:34 GMT -5
Marr looks directly ahead at Ivorin. He then glances down at the weapons he chose from the shack walls.
He had a steel spiked sheild in one hand, the rim of whixch was extremely sharp. In the other hand, he held a double ended sword.
He glances at the audience and smiles. He then looks back at Ivorin.
He waits for Ivorin to make the first move.
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Kravis
Level 45
Portal Magician
Posts: 244
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Post by Kravis on Dec 20, 2007 15:13:30 GMT -5
((Judge here))
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Post by Arvind Pillai on Dec 20, 2007 15:22:13 GMT -5
Ivorin donned a white iron mask with a single black lightning bolt running down its forehead region. The eye-holes were lined with a similar black. Words spilled from his hidden lips, smooth and dangerous.
"Akhi di malkhun ma dual."( "May the best man win.") whispered the masked man in Demon-tounge, knowing that only Marr would understand him.
He eyesight slowly sharpened, and the sound of roaring crowds was quelled in his mind (It was a distraction). He saw the walls and his opponent in the distance.
Let's test his reflexes, shall we?
Without warning, in a single fluid motion, he snatched a throwing knife from the wall and flung it in Marr's direction. It sliced through the air, swiveling forth at a prodigious rate.
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 20, 2007 15:29:11 GMT -5
((um the wall with weapons is in the shack, not in the arena......lets just assume that 1 weapon was a throwing knife....state ur other weapon))
Caught by surprise, Marr hardly had time to react. However, Marr ducked with the shield over his head. He then rolls over and stands up.
He is ready to dodge another attack.
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Kravis
Level 45
Portal Magician
Posts: 244
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Post by Kravis on Dec 20, 2007 15:31:56 GMT -5
Ivorin Weapon Durability :0%(Dagger) Health Percentage : 100%
Marr Weapon durability : 75%(blocked an attack shield) Health : 100%
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Post by Arvind Pillai on Dec 20, 2007 15:36:29 GMT -5
"Not half bad." joshed Ivorin, who was impressed by the man's consummate skill in the art of evasion.
Then, from the depths of his oddly coloured upper garment, he drew a bronze hatchet. It was hardly a fearsome weapon, and would've looked more appropriate in the scaly hands of some mindless orc. Wheeling it repeatedly, Ivorin hoped to intimidate his foe with his sheer dexterity. In small, cautious steps he began to approach the opposite end of the arena, where his opponent lurked.
He gestured towards Marr, beckoning him to come closer and do battle.
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 20, 2007 15:42:37 GMT -5
Marr did not need a second invitation.
The people seated behind him in the audience saw black feathers coming out his cloak, but before they could realize what the feathers were, Marr had already zoomed towards his opponent with his sword carrying arm outstretched. When he was about to make contact with Ivorin, Marr screamt in fury, "Mousa agredy zew beestadalus!!!" in Demon-tongue.
((translation - Leave men alone, I am the best demon!!!))
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Post by Arvind Pillai on Dec 20, 2007 15:57:07 GMT -5
Swiftly, Ivorin leaned to a side, and tried to avoid the fury of marr's sword. Its pointed tip scraped against the man's metal cheek, leaving behind a gray trail of melted steel. But before Ivorin's hands could retaliate, Marr's great wings threw him aside in a single mighty flap. He reeled backwards and fell. Even with his heightened reflexes, Marr was proving to be more than a match for him physically.
He rolled in the sandy ground and quickly rose to his feet. He gritted and clenched the hatchet strongly. Rivulets of sweat were streaming down his neck and he was panting. Yet his mask remained as cool and dry as ever.
"Egore min ye mi falis." ('Pride comes before the fall.')
He deftly calculated the length of Marr's sword.
"72 centimeters." he whispered to himself, and that seemingly trivial detail was immediately stored in the great vault of his mind.
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 21, 2007 3:34:34 GMT -5
Marr was about to crash into a wall, but at the last second he swooped upwards and now reached the ceiling.
*Throwing things at him will be useless, his mathematical mind is too developed for that. However, shooting objects that do not follow the laws of physics, will confuse him. FIRE. Yes, thats it. Fire does not have mass or volume. It does not follow the laws of physics."
A creepy smile spreads across Marr's face, and a moment later, his hands seemed to be burning.
"Sihf sdiio?? jioujf woaso dihd di wedi huioi"
((Sweating already? Things are about to get way more hot."))
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Post by Arvind Pillai on Dec 21, 2007 5:15:34 GMT -5
Gnarling at the winged apparition, Ivotin picked up his blunted knife and flung it him. Every minute, he was absorbing information about his foe's techniques and tactics. His eyes and his mind were alert and ever-vigilant
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 21, 2007 5:34:16 GMT -5
((urm....i am in the air near the ceiling. Can ur guy jump to height of the ceiling? ))
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 21, 2007 5:39:31 GMT -5
since harsh is not here...............
Ivorin Weapon Durability : Dagger - A bit blunt (60%) (on the floor) Hatchet - 100% Health Percentage : 90%
Marr Weapon durability : sheild - 75% double bladed sword - 40% right and 50%left Health : 100%
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Marr
Level 25
Necromancer
Posts: 84
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Post by Marr on Dec 21, 2007 12:26:10 GMT -5
"aaaaaaaaargh," screamt Marr, "nodn shi bibasi!!" ((son of a pregnant dog)) The dagger had peirced his thigh. He looked down in horror, as the crowd cheered. He was going to make Ivorin pay for this.
He landed on the ground to tend his wound. After removing the dagger, he saw the dagger melt in his hands and remebered that his palms were still ablaze. Without a second thought he looked up for Ivorin.
By this time Ivorin was already in battle stance, judging the depth of his opponents wound. ((if u want i can remove this line))
Marr saw Ivorin and without any warning shot two jets of fire out of his arms towards Ivorin. "ninf udyua ged gus ugh fass"
(("nothing like barbequed chicken")
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