TOA Round 2: The Ragnarok VS Tsunami

[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

(former SC allies now enemies? what's become of society!? Let's mix things up a bit then... muwaha)

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Tsunami's Prologue
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"Great... the batteries are dead!" Tsunami punched a nearby metal wall to vent his anger. The sound from his fist resounding throughout the giant robot's interior. "Nooo stupid Ebay... shipping, handling... (mumble)" He cursed under his breath while ordering new energy charges.

A sudden thought struck his mind like a cement block in the cranium. A thought he wished never to have imagined. The mech pilot carefully tip-toed his way around the gadget crowded corridor to the storage closet in back. The hall was dimly lit and machines surrounded him on all sides, preventing him from reaching his goal. After many a moments ache and pain of being cautious he stood in front of the invention that never should have come into being.

Hanging in an ordinary closet appeared to be an ordinary black skin tight leather suit. On the second observation one would notice that it was custom made, lightly textured around the brim and collar. On the third observation... one would notice that the inside was definately not leather. Wires interconnected and transmitted energy flows for a purpose Tsunami had long forgotten. Trying on his snazzy leather expiriment the ex-legendary bartender strutted to the field of his choice, and it would come in handy more than once.

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The Battlefield: Forest of Illusions
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Stepping onto the cold damp dew of an early mornings awakening filled Tsu with a born-again feeling. Every so often even the most technological of men needed to escape the confined restrictions back to mother nature. Mother nature in her finest was always the perfect machine that no man could duplicate, even he did not want like to think of her as a non-living tool but filled with emotion and balance.

Unfortuneately this forest appeared devoid of all emotion or balance... filled only with desire to trap its helpless victims in a beautifully twisted maze of interconnecting paths. Trees as magnificent as they stood, glared upon their tresspassers with hidden hate and envy. The only friendly elemant happened to be a quite fog lifting from the earth surrounding the premise with peace and tranquil to even the most jealous shrubbery.

Tsunami stood ready, a shadowed jet-line among the sun rise. His battle suit streamlined along his body, not so tight as to cut off circulation but allow quick precise movement. Fierce looking Skinny black boots and guantlets lined his limbs the tips with metal studs to toughen his flesh and bone. Tying a black bandana with a large blood red 'T' in the center around his forehead was the finishing touch. The battle armor he wore now no longer big and hulking but swift and speedy.

On one end of a dirt path awaiting his opponent Ragnarok to walk any moment onto the other... the soothing mist covering any traces of life from all directions, trees darkened routes between one another. All this made observation all the much harder, for either of them...

[The Ragnarok]

(((OOC: Heh Tsu. I remember how we owned Syd and Spike. Good luck to you, I will not show mercy. By the way, My character's name is Nanjing Rou, usually reffered to as Nanjing.)))

"Curses! Why must my feeble opponents annoy me so? Not to mention these damned tournament officials giving me only a map to Tsunami's whereabouts." Scorned Nanjing woefully, his temper rising due to the fact he had not yet journeyed to what was to be the current battlefield for his second slaughtering. "At least I won my first match...heh...like that was such a tough accomplishment!" Shaking his head, Nanjing continued to walk down a smooth, grassy pathway, the fragile green stalks crumpling under his heavy footsteps.

There was no need for a change of attire, for Nanjing received no injury during his last match up. Still clad in a cold, comfortable, clayish gray coat, a pastel white undershirt, which stuck sharply to muscular chest, a flexible pair of midnight blue pants, the dark color matching his equally stretchable gloves, and of course, the soft, elven crafted copper coated boots, with bright shining wings of angels spread fully out. One change was made, however. This, being his camouflaged belt. Nanjing had thrown the thing in the stool which he had once sat, but taken the zaffer orb from the buckle, it was truly a rune of great power, containing the very essence of Lezard Valeth's, his evil trainer of ancient magick, soul. Instead, he attached it to the third knuckle of his left glove with ytterbium, a metallic alloy that was also forged in Nanjing's blade. It kept the gem close in his possession; he could keep an eye on it all times. This was to confuse anyone who studied his previous battles, insuring that they would never know what lie sealed in that magnificent sapphire, or at least, what appeared to be one.

"Well, it shall be a little while before I reach Tsunami, I may as well study some of his battle techniques. After all, I may need some knowledge against this adversary" Nanjing bit the inner flesh of his cheeks, causing the luscious roundness of his face to straighten out, become lean, and less attractive. Cheeks, he was told by many, were one of his most appealing features. He rarely fondled with them anyway. This was his response to what he saw from a tiny, simple gadget. It displayed the many wonders of his foe, technology he never thought possible. This indeed was battle footage taken from the retina of a mere onlooker of the fight. Nanjing payed plenty for such a meager memory. Since contestants were all fighting at the same time, usually in different arenas or areas, no one had a way of figuring his foes techniques. Perhaps it was better that way, but Nanjing is not a person to play by the rules. He bought this machinery off the black market.

None the less, picture after picture were concocted in front of Nanjing, making him stare in awe. Tsunami was indeed a ruthless fighter, and displayed many talents in combat. After the bedazzling show had ended, he regained his focus. "Wow," He thought, "I've never seen such a fighting style, or such weapons. I'll have to pay close attention to this one...he may even be like me...and totally change any technique he may have shown earlier. Hah...I wish...either way I can still beat this guy!"

Nanjing grew quite energetic, eager to fight this interesting opponent of his. "My second match will be a doozy!" He willingly said out into the open. It had been close to half an hour by the time he had reached a certain forest. He carefully checked his guide, the trusty map. Slipping his fingers in and out of his pant pocket, out came the paper, perfectly folded, and then unfolded. Nanjing had some calm nerves that day. "Hmm...Forest Of Illusion...yes, this indeed is the place. "Platina...Lucian...Mother...Father." Shaking his head in agony, Nanjing remembered his kind parents, how they sent him off with Lezard Valeth to train. A blissful tear rolled down from his eyelid, and landed on his egg white shirt. "Now isn't the time though...I must focus...I must fight! For my family! For my brother...for everything I believe in. I shall win this round! Without a doubt!"

The entrance to the forest was a depressing one. It was like a bitter paradise, transformed by something not of this nature. At least, that is what ran through Nanjing's zeitgeist. He replaced the map, and the machinery, back into separate pockets. He took a few steps and was engulfed in mist. "So this is it...how am I even supposed to find my opponent?! Well, I'll manage" Scarlet eyes began to scout the area as Nanjing went deeper into the mist and some eerie fog that surrounded him. "This place sure his damp...not to mention foggy...even the sun is like a bright zenith...and still! Nothing has diminished! Or has it...I'd hate to think of what this place would look like if that was so..."

Within a few minutes, Nanjing could feel his feet collide with warm, wet dirt. "This must be the place...I would hope." Finally, after a long awaited wish, he emerged from the fog; his first sight was a slick, sharply dressed man in black. He was wearing a body suit blacker than the most coldest of space. "Bah...what an attire...he appears to hide nothing. Though I guess the same can be said about my uniform." He chuckled softly, and decided that this was Tsunami.

"You," Nanjing shouted, "You are Tsunami, I presume. We have matters to take care of. I am Nanjing Rou, your opponent for the Tournament Of Arms!" Nanjing was through with introductions. Seemingly from pure nothingness, his hand began to flicker a brilliant bright blue, the energy widening...widening.

"Time to show where you came from Tyrtu Yorai! Let your hiding place be revealed! And with this nexus I shall cut, you shall come to me, serve me well, as you served Jake! As you served Kaplan! And as you served Lucian!" Amazingly, Nanjing's hand snapped wildly to the far left, cutting a vortex in the air itself. This was what Jake had taught him, the art of plane shifting. This void glowed and sparked violently of the swirling colors, violet, onyx, and azure, so furiously; it would be enough to drive any normal man insane!

Slowly...Nanjing placed his hand inside, grasping a black, ordinary handle, the hilt being exactly congruent. "Its closing...Tyrtu must be restless..." Closing his palm tightly, he yanked the sword from hole, and held it near him; it was a fairly simple motion, really. The silvery blade was about 3 and a half feet in length, and inscribed on the guard was a silver eye; it glinted off the sun. Nanjing fondled with what seemed to be a miniscule bump, right below the eye. In reality, this was infact a tear, filled with love, sorrow, anguish, and a variety amount other emotions. The tear was so durable, that it did not dissolve in the forging of the ytterbium blade.

With a calm, steady finger, Nanjing tested the sharpness of his blade; it pricked him, gently, like a mother, opening a child's wound. Crimson blood refused to leak from that man's hand. Perhaps this sword had more to it than the eye could see.

Patiently he stood there, soon bringing himself to speak quietly, "Come to me Tsunami...show me what you can do...." Nanjing's attention was fully set upon his foe, his crimson eye fixated upon his ready adversary. The vortex beside him was still spinning violently, contracting, darkness deriving itself from the weary hole which it layed dormant up untill this moment. This, he hoped, would break his opponent's focus, and give Nanjing a well needed edge, one that could easily shift the tide of battle into his favor.

((killer intro...))

"And you I presume, must be Nanjing Rou!" Tsunami replied to his foe's shoutings. "Well, shall we get on with it?" He added the moment Nanjing's hand burned with a mysterious blue aura, only to expand with a quick snap off to one side. "T-this must be Plane shifing! He's calling upon powers from another dimension! An entirely diffrent and more destructively powerful universe!" His thoughts drowned out the originally planned outcome of battle. "This is insane! Utter madness! Even the most studious of scholars haven't begun to examine the theorem of this phenomena..." More sorrow filled ideas drifted past his clouded mind, darkening between every passing second.

The colors blended together with magnificent grace unlike anything the mech pilot had ever witnessed. Nebula's could not hold so many shades of luminescent colors in an entire galaxy than in Nanjing's small planar cluster beaming from his outstretched palm. "Something so powerful... it must have a downside!" The darkness lifted as if the sun of new shining hope shown through dismal gray storm clouds of a pressing flood. Of his dreary imagination came a probable theory. "Say Nan?" Tsunami's voice hinting on the very edge of taunt. "With so much great... magnificent... wonderous power, wouldn't one think it to be... oh I don't know, a tad unstable!?" His voice rose to a high octave ending sharply in maniacle laughter.

"This is it, go time, never tested this baby out and not like I ever wanted to." With fearless determination he shook away the doubts, entrusting his life upon a creation of war. Somehow the suit emoted his every action, but enhancing it to far greater speeds. The quick and nimble hands caught a retracted shuriken looking object that launched from within his cybernetic gauntlet. The assassins blade known as an Adder-Stinger was now in his leather clad palm. Adder Stingers were weilded by the highly trained order of ancient assassins reveared as the Dagashi. Adder Stingers, deadliest of the killers aresenal, triangular shaped blades tipped with sufferable neuro toxins. The physics of such a fine tool worked similar to a drill, the triangle would spin, creating an affect of sawing into even the hardest armor. When practiced with correctly, the most skillful of Dagashi could spin the Adder Stinger around corners to track elusive targets.

The interplanetary warrior had a flashback after seeing the three sided death, rememberences of his past and most reclusive feelings. On their distant remote planet, Tsunami had trained with the Dagashi for a brief period of time honing his deadly skills to perfection. Unfortuneately, after having a heated debate over religious issues with the guild leader, he became an ex-assassin as well as an ex-bartender. "Sad memories..." His mind wandered once again while the blade flew true towards it's target having released from swiftly moving fingers. The Adder Stinger picked up a substantial amount of distance in a remarkable amount of time lesser than a brief second. "Memories... best left alone." Sorrow breached his conscious once more as his body strayed by itself running on pure instinct alone, strafing to the nearby dark cluster of forest. Black boots lightless, his body the weight of a feather against a powerful gust of wind. In mere instants the velocity reached must have nearly knocked him senseless. Slowing down he searched for shelter in the darkest shade of trees, his suit melded against the shadow, becoming a merciless mirage among haunted surroundings.

[The Ragnarok]

"Ahh, so this is indeed Tsunami. Perfect, I thought it would a tad harder to seek him out." Was Nanjing's perfunctory insight. Gazing readily at his gallant foe, he began to notice a sudden silence, and a trail thought brewing in Tsunami's mind. "Yes, yes, he's already being drawn to it. I can feel it. I can taste his ideas." Nanjing chuckled under his hot steamy breath. He knew how people reacted to Planeshifting, in all its glory, and remembered his own past, when Jake had shown him what Elicius, son of Marduke, had taught him just before death. A single brilliant technique shook the tide of a miraculous battle, for the heavens and earth, centuries ago.

Turning from a dismal cold to a warmer beat of heat, Nanjing noticed how time had been passing by so quickly. Paying no heed to Tsunami, who was laughing insanely about the precious Planeshifting being unstable, he looked upward, into the sky, where his mother and father resided somewhere in the heavens. "I hope you're watching over me Lucian, Platina. I'll need your help here today!" His voice echoed through the forest with an undeniable passion.

All at once, Nanjing noticed something erupt from a nimble wrist, and his adversary griping it by the fingertips. It twirled incredibly fast, and appeared to be a triangle of some sort, with a disgusting juicy substance hanging from all the angles. "Is this some short of...shuriken? But...it twirls without being thrown. Ahh well...as I have learned, my foe is quick to surprise with all sorts of machinery. I suppose this is a mechanical ninja star, as well!" The voice in his head was growing louder as his thoughts increased, and his instinct heightened for battle.

Within mere moments, Tsunami had released this hazardous object from his gaping palm; the blade flew with peril toward Nanjing's head. He decided right then and there on another tactical move, ignore this, and hurl his opponent into a barrel of deeper confusion. As a defensive maneuver was being planned carefully, Tsunami seemed to be speeding hastily to someone or something. A gigantic black streak seemed to float through the air, quite near a black, unseen area of the forest; his foe's agility was quite remarkable.

"Hah, going into hiding I see. Amateur." Arrogantly Nanjing continued to ignore the Adder-Stinger, which grew closer and closer to him with every passing second. "Time to test my new ability! It shall coat me with electricity. Errrgh...PIOLECTRICITY!" And with that deep, enraged bellow, a great, unseen pressure flew from above, the shuriken-like dagger inches away from plowing itself into Nanjing's clenched eyebrows.

A hideous force piled itself onto Nanjing; his whole body became electric under the tremendous pressure. Sparks ridged along his whole body, creating a luminescent violet aura around him. Thwang As the sharp, dangerous item nearly cut his eye open, the sheer electricity repelled the Adder-Stinger into a near by tree, carving a well rounded hole into the bark and continued onward; one could hear various shrubbery being torn to pieces.

"Incredible...this...argh...electricity really did the trick. And to think if I was but a moment to early..." Nanjing stood in pain; the electricity was burning his sensitive flesh. Swiftly, the jolts streaming across his face had died off, evaporating into nothingness. "I knew it. This attack does have flaws! Oh well, I can fix it. Now, where could he be...”? Nanjing grinned evilly, scouting the area where his opponent had vanished. Frightening, this village of trees was, for one side was bright, and easily seen, while a few yards away lied an shadowy plain of what could be trees, or horrendous beast, ready to devour the human soul!

"Well now, I have just the attack in store for you, my friend! Yes, an arcane spell of great proportions!" Tightly, both of Nanjing's hands clenched tightly together, bending his arms into a virtual 'L' along his waist, and formed two equal fists; he closed his eyes and concentrated solemnly. Spreading his legs apart until he felt a keen sense of silence, Nanjing began to meditate, remembering an attack Kaplan had learned from Lezard Valeth long ago, and was going to conjure it up here today.

Finally, he remembered the chant Lezard had used to invoke this heavenly Arcanic ability, and began, "Thee must desire resting from thy empty existence! Thou shalt have it!" With that dark, crazed cackle, Nanjing launched his hand forward pointing to the center of a misty cluster of forest; the sky grew dark with temptation. Whatever brightness of Sol, or pleasant, tranquil blue sky could have seen vanished into pure blackness; the very azimuth began to tremble with dismay.

Sparkling, celestial, golden spheres formed like tornados in the pit above, massive shining yellow elements leaked from and unknown nexus; there were four in all. "...Celestial Star!" Ended Nanjing's deviant phrase, and respectively, this was how the incantation was to flow. Everything was in perfect order.

Wearily, Nanjing let his hand drop and rest, and stared upward, gazing into the four divine clouds. The glowed violently, as the hole he had once opened did, the golden energy collecting until enough had been derived from his body. "Go forth..." The words rasped from his mouth. Having said this, thirteen feathers gleamed and erupted downward from the square formation of golden balls. They gained velocity, and thrusted toward with what was now an unmatchable speed, leaving silver dust in their midst. The section of forest where Tsunami was hiding had now been illuminated, as the feathers now crashed down, creating explosions of gold wherever the hit.

"Take...that..." Nanjing fell to one knee, and waited patiently to see where, or if, his adversary would emerge.

In the beginning, Tsunami believed his hit-and-run idea to be quite ingenious. Unfortunately it only ended with him feeling ignominious. Between the dark outlines of phantasmal forest he believed to see a rippling of electricity shielding Nanjing. Whether his deluded attack hit or not wasn’t an issue. It was what Rou might do next, if alive at all. Obviously the plane shifter did not go down so easily, for the still air filled with disdainful mocking boasts soon turning into archaic chants.

Spying as to what exactly his foe intended to do, the shadowed pilot bided his time. “This is too long… something seems wrong... the air feels even more morbid…” Tsunami mumbled through clenched teeth. “Damn it all! Hurry up…?” An eyebrow lifted as the forest manifested itself even darker than before. Something beyond our mortal realm filled the sky with hatred in hopes of all earthly beings utter demise. Clouds parted in two as if they were gigantic waves within a sea of turmoil. Any living thing with common sense had knowledge enough to flee in protection for their very souls, away from this preternatural power.

“This is perverse flexing of the unworldly!” Tsunami cursed as he hurriedly scrambled from his hiding place in hopes of confronting Rou to stop this madness. But it was too late; already the horizon lit a flare as Nanjing’s venerable chant ended, his heavenly voice seeming to spread across the world as did his power. A glowing cloister of energies emerged from the heavens, shading the forests visage in an eerie light. Explosions hurled upon the ground as those energies erupted on impact with soil. Uproars of noise and trees struck near him, sending his body hurling into the dry dirt. Tsunami screamed, more in anger than fear as he luckily rolled into a deep crevice from a previous detonation. Somehow Mother Nature sided with this space adventurer, her final efforts to
sacrifice her own children to guard him from the planar attack. Trees fell over onto the trench, creating a blockade against the outlandish horror. His last memory flooded him with pain as a falling branch struck him on the head, rendering him unconscious in the earthly shelter.

A final burst of sound awoke him from the nightmare. Silence flowed throughout the once magnificent forest in a chilling sensation. “Might as well take a look… ow…” Tsunami rubbed the back of his skull, his body ached from the previous encounter with the unknown. Sighing, he sadly prompted his suit for a morphine injection to dull the pain. Internally, a tiny needle poked the surface of the skin on the opposite side of his elbow, filling the bloodstream with painkillers. Stretching out his limbs he thought he felt a small change in his left arm, but it didn’t make any difference now, Nanjing had to be somewhere near, and probably winded. Moving between the fallen trees that protected him from the wicked forest onslaught, and with cautious movements the ex assassin stalked about on cat like feet, eyeing the repugnance of horrible destruction. Soon his target came into view, and fortunately, was kneed over winded by his own spell.

Under the rims of his blackened boots he reached out and pulled a half a dozen small sphere shaped gadgets, flashing with various lights, in fact the entire sphere was made up of nothing but flashing colored lights. The hues melded together in a static jolted fashion, not appeasing to the eye at all. Creeping around his opponent’s radius of vision, Tsunami cleverly placed the inventions in a circle around the seemingly-tired Rou. After completing his devious plot, he strutted behind Nanjing, this time shuffling his feet to make his presence known. “Well, well!” Tsunami boasted, hoping to intimidate him. “You’re little fireworks display is very, very amusing! But let me show you my little show… it’s something I like to call.”

“Optical Delusion!”

Tsunami’s voice rung aloud throughout the destroyed forest, bringing courage of revival to the caring spirits who saved his life. Decaying ash burned the ground around him as his right hand lifted up and snapping his fingers twice activating the outlaying gadgetry. Tsunami began to casually stroll around Rou, with his hands behind his back eyeing the tired planar mage with the paralyzing stare of a cat. Was that Tsunami? No but there suddenly became two! Then three, four, until half a dozen mech pilots surrounded Nanjing, eyeing him with no other emotion but an exhortation of rage. Their walking picked up to a jog, quickening into a blazing fast run. If the human eye could pick up their movements it would have seen only the gauntlet of his right arm launching out more of his death bringing Adder Stingers, his hand released them with such speed, grace and accuracy it seemed as if the hand was more than just flesh, or even of machine. Not just the original Tsunami threw the blades of doom, but all six. Some illusion, some real, could Nanjing tell? Did it matter?

The circle showered Adder Stingers as if a wild storm of fury and metal poured upon the helpless Rou. Once before their brethren left a mark above his eyebrow, now they would finish the job after the neuro toxin took effect, and soon.

[Pete]

Good lord, this match is amazing. It's full of description and originality. Both intros were also spectacular, making it that much harder to decide.

All in all, I feel that Ragnarok is the winner. After half an hour of sitting here, analyzing each post, I've noticed that Rag's posts were longer, and those longer posts were full of more description and insight to his character. Also, although this probably isn't right to say, by Rag's posts being longer, it appeared to me that Rag had put more dedication into his posts.