TOA ROUND 2: chickenballz VS Sierra

[psychosyd]

Alright, the first round is done, half of the contestants are gone, only 32 remain, who will win it all? Only time will tell... remember to try and somehow include the fact that the whole TOA is near or in a huge staduim (or surrounding areas for you environmental fanatics) LET the fighting begin!
Ok a reposting of the rules

1. NO SIGNITURES!

2. No God Mods... you know the basics, "possesing characters", godlike abilities, cheapo moves, power dodging or Didging killing opponents stuff like that.

NOTE: The small time taking over, for like adding to battle posts are legal, as long as you dont hurt them or whatnot

3. 2 ways to win- Killing your opponent hte legal, way, getting them to accept the win, when you have bested them, or by a judges decision. ACCEPT it... if you have a problem with there decision, then PM me....

4. Judges will post who won, and a short paragraph on why they believe that person won

5. Round 1 starts on Sunday September 8th... and will run till saturday the 14th

Round 2 starts that following sunday

So each tournament round lasts a week, you will have that much time to defeat your opponent. Topics will be closed on Saturday night, or sunday morning... if possible, and the next round will start. This tournament will be done in 6 weeks.

You may begin anytime

[Sierra]

Dark clouds settled over the arena,and the moon shone brightly behind them.The wind,cold and icy,blew threw the trees that lined the stone steps,towards the gilded metal gates.

Sierra stepped up the stone steps,the heels of her boots smacking loudly against them.Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail,tied with a scarlet ribbon.Her dark eyes gleamed brightly,like fireflies in the still darkness.

She had inherited these dark eyes from her mother,Lillia Amaltis,empress of the forgotten lands of Lithia.Her mother had died of the consumption when she was four,and Sierra still mourned her mother's loss.

Her father,Akeh Elerents,and the rest of her family had been slaughtered when she was six years old,and her kingdom was destroyed.She had escaped with her uncle,Nikolai Elerents,to the kingdom of Drake,and lived there with her aunt,uncle and her two cousins,Lucifer and Ruby,until her sixteenth birthday.

Upon escaping,she had received an injury that caused her to lose her memory.Her uncle thought it was for the best,and told her that both her parents had died of the consumption that year.She,of course believe him.

Lucifer was her best friend,and they always trained together.Olivia,her aunt,wanted her to become a mage,but Nikolai insisted she become a dark knight,as her father was before her.

Ruby was jealous that Sierra was to become a knight.Her mother had forced her to become a mage,and she always loathed Sierra and was cruel to her because of it.

When Sierra turned sixteen,she had left her family to pursue her dream of becoming a dark knight.Also,to find out the truth of her family's death,and of her past.

When she was eighteen,she came across an old painting of the Lithian royal family.She showed it to her uncle,who had told her the truth there and then.She then vowed revenge on the men who had killed her family,and set out again.

She was now twenty-one.In the prime of life,as she said.She had defeated many enemies,and had worked hard towards the Tournament of Arms.

She had won her first match,and she would win this one as well.She would do her first,and get as far as she could in this tournament.

She kicked the door with her heel,and it swung open.The arena was empty.Good,her wasn't here yet.She stepped inside,and leaned against one of the stone walls,in the shadows.

And here,she waited for him...

[Chickenballz]

((OOC: So, what kinda arena is this? It's kinda hard to visualize it, but I'm jus gonna assume it's a large basic arena......like a coliseum? Open-topped, it's at night....yeah. ))



Another fight.

Byron slowly flexed his right arm, the arm which was broken in the last tournement match.

Should've been more on my feet...

That same arm removed a sitck of Volt from his mouth. The smoke filled his lungs, easing the Asian, loosening himself up.

Heh...I got that 'warrior' back though...

A cruel smile played on his lips, recalling the recent fight.

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Byron toyed with the warrior, before his mistake. The mistake? Letting it go for as long as it went. It pushed the warrior, Shaun, to go all out. Which was also a mistake for Shaun, for as soon as
the pipe connected to Byron's arm, he thrown himself upon Shaun and threw the warrior upon a pile of jagged glass and steel, nearly killing the man.

Should I have finished him? Was it a mistake to let him live?

For Byron at last revealed his Raptor Magnum, pointing the barrel of the beast to the man's head. But something kept him from pulling the trigger. Byron left the man battered and bruised.

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Who is Byron Tsang?

"When I made that decision to become someone I never wanted to be...it was a mistake. A mistake I learnt from, but never will I be the same person from before. Never make mistakes in life. They always come back to haunt you."

Words told by the Dark World headman himself at a meeting between the Brotherhood of Twelve and the new Red Phoenix.

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Seperated from his siblings at age 18, he was forced to fight for his own survival in the metropolis Avalon. Eventually he made a name for himself as the most wanted man in Avalon, due to the association with the deaths of the Red Sun headmen and the murders of the Gotti crime family.

At age 20 he embarked on a futile search for his family and friends, his obsessive goal to wipe out the Red Sun crime sydicate. The basic tale of revenge. Revenge. A bitter wine that Byron would taste years later.

Eventually he was reunited with his younger sister Maggie and older brother Romeo, but had to seperate due to the fact both the law and the underworld was after Byron. Romeo had created another gang in Hong Kong, the Black Knives. There they would have sanctuary.

Byron fled across the whole of Earth, meeting new allies, rivals, and enemies. His family and love, Roxanne Martinico was always burning within his heart. As was the ressurection of the Red Phoenix, the old gang of his late brother Charlie.

But in his mind...the murder of Kouji Tasaki haunted him. A point-blank shot in the head, with Tasaki pleading for his life. All in cold blood. The mistake.

At age 21 Byron hooked up with a man named Lucius. This man was a visionary. He wished to create a force to combat the ever-growing threat of 'magic' and against the opressions of Earth's corrupt government and even darker underworld. Byron instantly joined the revolution. Dark World.

A year later Lucius dissappeared, presumed dead. Many left Dark World, wishing to join others...wishing to escape the darkness Lucius was pushing them into.

But Byron stayed. He and very few others were original people from the beginning. Prehaps this is why another motto of Byron's is I am Dark World. Prehaps.

More years passed. Dark World began to rise once more, to a greater glory. Not fully feared by others, but feared enough. Byron had many more agenda's to pursue. Reaccuring dreams that were too real came to Byron. Only then did he realize that they were not dreams, but new worlds.

Now, at age 29, Byron was all set to step out of the 'business' and turn legit. But before he did...there was one last thing he had to do.

Tournement of Arms. TOA.

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Dressed to kill once more in his all black set, Byron rose up the stone steps, the wind whipping at his face.

Night...

And so it was. He stopped at the door, ice-blue eyes distant. Hands checked himself over, making sure each weapon was in it's place. Byron adjusted his Notte glasses, a gift from Roxanne, making sure they concealed his eyes.

He pushed open the doors, a face masked with a passiveness.

There was his opponent, leaning against the wall.

Bless my augs...the darkness is something I no longer fear...

A smile crept over his features.

Byron strode out to the middle of the arena, eyes still focused on the woman. At last he stopped, giving a sigh of disappointment.

Why a girl? I can't hit girls...but I have to! Won't she kill me? She probably would...

The Asian swore aloud, and glanced back at the woman.

"I am Byron Tsang, headman of Dark World, founder of the new Red Phoenix...whatever." he trailed off, in an uncaring attitude. "Let's get this over with."

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((OOC: When that bar is filled, his 'limit break' or watever the f*** it called is activated. Oh yeah, u can have the first attack.))

[Sierra]

Sierra,grinning darkly at Bryon,pulled Zauberin from it's sheath.The sword sparkled under the blue lights of the arena,and she brought it down before her,in both hands.

Kyoji's blood now joined the collection of stains upon the weapon,and Bryon's soon would as well.

She held the tip of the sword in one hand,and the hilt in the other.She muttered a few words:

By Odin's plight and Siren's yell,grant me power,and banish this fool to the Hells...

The sword began to glow.Brilliant shades of green,blue,red,yellow,orange,black covered the blade.Whisps of this power,somewhat like smoke,escaped it.

Sierra took the sword in her two,graceful hands again,and darted towards Bryon,with a scream.

She brought the blade down towards his midsection,an attack to kill...

[Chickenballz]

The stick of Volt was placed between Byron's fingers, removing the stimulant from his mouth. The gleam of blade shone as the woman drew her weapon, a sword.

Hmm...no need to use my Target-Aug yet then...could this be her only weapon? Hopefully...

Byron's eyes narrowed as he saw the bloodstains that were still upon the blade. He smirked.

She began a chant while holding the blade, causing it to change in hue and color. The Asian appeared unfazed, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"I see you haven't cleaned your weapon. You really should, leaving blood usually ruins the blade." he smiled the shark's grin, revealing a set of clean, white teeth. "Not to mention it's quite rude for the lady to not give her name, while I have done so."

Byron raised his hands in a helpless guesture, even as the female warrior gave a cry of battle, and came upon him.

Years of experience and training gave Byron the right amount of edge to escape the slash. But his overcoat did not have the same amount of luck he had. The blade's edge cut cleanly through the fabric, unhooking the coat.

As Byron skidded to a halt in a crouching position, the opened coat fluttered behind him, revealing an impressive display of arms.

A long, brutal hunting dagger, a Dragon Slayer model, was on his right side. The switch-blade Huit Do lay on his left. A custom-made magnum, Raptor edition, was in a holster at his left side. As a gust of wind blew about the two opponents, one could almost see the tucked-away Berettas that were the back of his pants.

Byron rose, standing tall and proud. The cold smile still lay upon his lips. Each hand drew out a blade, his left holding Dragon Slayer and his right holding Huit Do. With a steely snap, Huit Do's blade clicked into place.

He began walking toward the female warrior in menacing strides, head down. The pace slowly rised, the moon casting eerie shadows upon the oval coliseum. Byron was like an omnious sign of death, death ever-approaching.

The stride turned into a rush.

Of all places, an empty and desolate place like this for an arena? How depressing...

Thoughts of what would happen next and later whirled through Byron's calculating mind as he activated Speed-Aug and he flew up like a bullet. Dragon Slayer was wheeled down first as precautionary measures, and the underworld headman himself fell down upon the woman, Huit Do brandished.

[Sierra]

Sierra,seeing his attack coming,leaped into the air,somersaulted,and then fell to the earth behind him,landing on one knee.

"That was a close one,"she thought,"He'll pay for that."

She stood,and turned around.She drew out her sword again,and then reached into the sleeve of her dress,and revealed a gleaming,bronze dagger.

She grinned again.Her smile appeared innocent,but there was a shine of pure evil in eyes that contridicted it.

"My name is Sierra,if you'd wish to know.And I'll make sure you never forget that name."

She leaped into the air,and spun.Her skirts,her sleeves,her hair all whisped around her,like waves.Her blades flicked the air violently,and suddenly,with a quick dive,she dived towards him,smelling her victory as it was only an attack away.

[Chickenballz]

Dragon Slayer sunk into stone as the woman leaped away nimbly. Byron dropped down, landing lightly on the toes of his boots.

Speed-Aug off.

He carefully removed the hunting dagger from the wedge of stone, never moving his eyes from the crouching figure of the woman.

She rose, as did Byron. Her sword came into play once more...but now with the added threat of a dagger.

Targeting-Aug.

Augmented eyes scanned the new weapon over.

Bronze? How childish. Such blades are not as effective against my flak. Not to mention if my Ballistic-Aug is activated, that'll completely render that bronze blade of hers useless. But I do not know of her sword. Now combined with magic, I'm not sure if my flak or Aug will withstand the blow. I'd rather not find out.

Targeting-Aug off.

The woman smiled, her eyes shining with an evil that Byron rarely saw in opponents eyes.

The hand holding Huit Do somehow was raised to the pendant on the chain adorned Byron's neck. A simple cross.

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Becoming a Christian was something on Byron's mind for quite a while. Ever since the brewing war between the Triads, Yakuza, and Russian mafia escalated, there were many engagements between each side.

During a Russian driveby in Avalon, a city basically ruled by Red Phoenix and their rival, Red Sun, shooting led to the deaths of several civilians. One was a family. Possibly killed by Byron's hand. It was all unknown, since the 'law' was arriving on scene, so Red Phoenix had to leave.

Byron Tsang had trouble sleeping after that incident. The visions of him mercilessly killing families grew in his mind. Soon it led to the killings he had done before, such as the deaths of the Tasaki brothers and Valenza crime family.

He consulted this with Roxanne. Her words merely were, "Talk with God."

It felt strange how the daughter of Frank Martinico could say that.

But Byron followed her words and began his long journey for salvation. How could one who had commited such sins be saved? He did not know.

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"My name is Sierra, if you'd wish to know. And I'll make sure you never forget that name." a voice hissed out, sending Byron back to reality.

She spun about in the air, blades shining fiercely. Then, Sierra hurtled at him, both sword and knife ready to be plunged into the flesh of Byron.

Huit Do and Dragon Slayer were brought up.

Damn! I can only block one...

In that split second of thinking, Byron tilted himself, using Huit Do and Dragon Slayer, caught the sword between the blades. The bronze knife pierced his shoulder, drawing blood. He twisted aside the sword and pulled back, removing the dagger from his arm.

Oh shit...I forgot I removed an Aug...which was the Regen-Aug...ah f***...this might cost me...

With that, Byron sent Dragon Slayer forth at the woman's leg, and quickly stepped back with Huit Do, biding his time...watching and waiting...

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[Sierra]

Sierra saw his blade coming towards her.She attempting to slip out of the way,but not soon enough.The blade came down at her waist,and sliced through the silk of her outfit.

Blood ran down her leg,and she pressed her sleeve against it tightly,trying to stop the blood.If she lost too much blood,she'd...

"Dammit!"she thought."That could cost me everything."

She bit her lip in confusion,pondering her next move.She certainly hadn't expected this.She had expected to defeat him smoothly and quickly,as she had done with Kyoji.Byron certainly was a worthy opponent.

Last summer,she had learned some abilities from a few,shall we say,"friends" of hers.Black magic skills to be exact,and this was her chance.These abilities could save her.

She sheathed Zauberin,and her dagger,to Byron's shock.Both her hands raised,she began to chant,slowly,whispfully.

"Please let this work..."she thought.

From the cries of Hell and the wails of earth,please let this demon fall...

A large ball of fire,huge,growing,sprouted in her fingertips.This might be her finishing move at Byron.It was worth a try anyways.

With a quick toss,as though it were a ball,Sierra hurled it towards him,and waited to see the results of her little trick.

[Chickenballz]

Byron watched Dragon Slayer pass down upon Sierra, narrowing his eyes as he saw blood drip. He snorted, checking the wound on his shoulder. The dagger went straight through. There was pain, of course, but the pain was bearable. There were worse times.

The Asian gazed into the eyes of Sierra. There was agitation and uneasiness well showned. Byron's own eyes widened in suprise.

Where were the eyes from before? The eyes full of hunger...obsession...hatred...?

But wait...the female warrior put aside her weapons.

What's this?

And like many times before, a mystic chant came from her lips.

Ah...I knew it would come to this. Her trump card prehaps? Well...I'll let her show hers...and then it will be mine...

Suddenly, a ball of living flames erupted from her hands. Byron knew where she wanted this to be.

Sierra sent it directly at Byron with a frightening speed.

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Time went to standstill...well, in Byron's mind.

I can't dodge this. Even if I did, there'll probably be a splash effect. And a splash of fire on my back or side won't be that fun. Neither will being covered in fire. There's no way of blocking. My guns can't deflect it. I can't jump it in time. My Regen-Aug is out...wait.

Augs.

That's my answer...Ballistic-Aug and the ADS-Aug...(Aggressive Defense System)...but the ADS is supposed to only take out rockets, explosives, and any of that directed at me...what about magic? I never tried it on magic yet...but I know the Ballistic-Aug can help...

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And...time flowed once again.

Augs on.

The fireball slowed down...but not much. The sheer force of the blast sent Byron rolling into the wall, while the flames devoured him.

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Thick smoke blanketed the spot where the Asian was, hiding all from sight. The wind blew. A clean, fresh air it was...pure. A contrast...seeing how death would be dealt here. And killing to find the best...that was truly impure.

"Refreshing..."

The breeze wafted the smoke aside, revealing the hunched figure of Byron.

All of his upper clothes had been burnt away, leaving only tattered fabric. The Notte glasses lay on the ground, shattered. His augmented eyes gleamed eerily. But it seemed as if his pride had not been shaken.

When Byron rose and strode forth, each step was certain, the heavy thump of his boots chilling to the bone. The Raptor Magnum was no longer a hidden card, but now shown for all to see.

"DX8 Raptor Magnum, .45 rounds, eight rounds to a clip. Laser-sighted. Scope is optional, so I doubted I would need it for these duels." Byron began, as if lecturing Sierra. "Three styles of ammunition. The basic titanium-tipped rounds, as I have right now. The second is simple hollow-tipped, but loaded with a special kind of explosive. On impact the extremely reactive materials within the explosive will ignite. At last the third...I rarely use this. Again, simple rounds, but filled with blessed quicksilver. Best used against unholy beings."

The Raptor was snapped up toward the woman, unwavering.

"I believe that little spell was your last ace. Do you have anymore, or will it all end here?"

A little over-confident, don't you think? No. My trump has not been put to play, not yet...

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[Sierra]

"Best used against unholy beings?"

Her mind raced.Dammit!She needed to do something fast,otherwise she was done for for.

She drew her weapons from their sheaths once again,and used the one defense spell she had - wall.There was a 50/50 chance that it would work,but that chance was good enough for her.A 50% chance she could continue,a 50% she would be done for.

Silence,darkness,sway with truth.Let this demon fear me.Let this demon fall.Wall!

A blinding blue light exhaled from Zauberin,and a red one smoked from her dagger.The two lights swirled together,and created a sort of barrier around her.

She touched it with one of her slender fingers,and it sent a chill down her spine.Would it work?

The attack Byron had sent smacked against it.A few remnants of the spell leaked through the barrier,but not many.The ones that did targetting her arms and legs.Small wounds ran across them,and small lines of blood dripped down her arms and legs.

She let out a sigh of relief,and summoned the barrier back.The energy she had used came back to her.She was safe - for now.

"I'll admit that was a good trick.But you won't get out of my next one so easily as I did yours."

She sheathed both her weapons again,and clasped her hands together.She muttered a few words,in an unknown language,and then drew her hands apart,outstretching her arms.

Falas mino yaru mira.Kami tyno rasco vanis!

A wind blow across her,cold and smooth.She put her hands before her,and span them around one another.A huge ball of darkness,swirling like a deep purple light,formed in her slender hands,and grew.

She worked at this incantation for some time,then hurled it at Byron.If he could go through that attack without being harmed,she would see him as a worthy opponent.

[Chickenballz]

((OOC: I guess that was ya last post. So this will be mine.))


The woman looked frantic. Byron slightly smiled.

Now...let's see what else this bitch has up her sleeve...

A steely sound of blades being drawn alerted Byron of the upcoming move.

What's she doing?

A blue and red light shone from the weapons, almost blinding Byron. When it cleared, a shimmering force field of some sort surrounded Sierra.

The Raptor roared in answer.

The bullet stuck the shield, but it did not pierce. A glowing hole was left where the round struck.

Damn!

The shield vanished, and once more Sierra looked haughtily upon Byron.

"I'll admit that was a good trick. But you won't get out of my next one so easily as I did yours."

Really...

She put aside her weapons again and stretched out her arms.

Cold wind blew across the coliseum, catching dust and sending it high into the air.

The woman must have began another spell, for another ball of dark matter appeared within her hands. Captivating and filled with evil unimaginable.

Kill her. Now.

But something kept the Asian from sending a bullet into Sierra's forehead.

No. This was a decent fight. Let her use all her energy to defeat me.

You're being foolish. Suppose this blast kills you this time? It won't. You're being overconfident again...

Sierra whipped it at the still figure of Byron.

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Time froze.

See? Now you're going to die...

Hardly. I can't dodge this one, just like last time. You do know what you must do, right? But such a sacrifice...

Sacrifices must be made. That is life. Besides...it's not too much sacrifice is it? Do it. Your trump card is waiting to be played...

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Byron held out his left arm, directing it at the dark matter flying toward him.

Ballistic Aug on.

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Over half the coliseum erupted in flames and ash as the energy tore away at all.

The ball still pressed on. It pushed the dark figure of Byron back, slowly.

With a great cry, Byron did something...and the entire arena was filled with a blinding white light.

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At last the dust settled.

Stone crumbled to the ground as Byron removed himself from the wall, the imprint of impact visible. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he stumbled forth. The left arm was gone, only a bleeding stump was remaining.

The tattered clothing that was once on Byron was now also gone. Bruises and blood covered his body.

Still, a light gleamed in his eyes.

Head...80%...body...50%...left arm...0%...right arm...40%...left leg...30%...right leg...70%...

Heh, I'm still operational...

Limping closer, the cross made slight clinking noises as chain and pendant struck together.

Byron's remaining arm crept down to his right leg, removing an overly large handgun. The battered man almost tipped over as he held the weapon with a struggle.

"Well well...now that seemed like your trump card..." Byron murmured softly. "And this is mine..."

Combat-Strength Aug on.

The monstrous handgun, if it could be called that, was now raised easily and aimed directly at the heart of Sierra.

"The Casull," Byron began. "The magnum version of the Colt .45. Uses 13mm rounds. A normal person would not use such a weapon, since the recoil is enough to snap the arm. Weighs about 18 kilos."

"I'd normally use two...but seeing how you decided to remove my left arm...well, I have to improvise.

"Has two sets of ammo. The first, is once again a titanium shell casing and armor-piercing. But seeing how you enjoy dark sorcery so much..."

The clip was ejected, and another was slipped in.

"The shell casing is a gold alloy, the gunpowder is the Macedonium Company's NNA9 formula, and the slugs themselves are an amalgam of blessed silver and mercury. Yes...the type of ammo designed to use against the impure..."

The barrel of the beast was unwavering held, Byron's own face now a startling change from his regular composed look.

Cold and hungry for bloodshed, the shark's grin widened. His eyes were fanatical, like a wolf cornering it's prey.

"Miss Sierra Hell-Bitch," Byron addressed her as if that was her title. "...prepare to die by the hands of a mere human. Die miserably and burn in the pits of Hell forever..."

The hammer slowly drew back...then stopped.

Byron looked up thoughtfully, still smiling.

"Someone once said...'Those who defeat monsters are always humans.'...I always found that so intriguing."

His finger pulled the trigger.

"Goodbye...monster."

((OOC: Good match and all that shiz.))