TOA Round 2: MinTee VS Fragdemon

[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

Long, flowing, silken folds of clothing parted to reveal a pair of lengthy, lean legs that stretched out in powerful strides, drawing a tall ominous female to the entrance of the battle arena.

Iron bars slipped through a guarded stone wall, creasing over a dark entrance, denoting that the female was unable to retreat from an upcoming vicious battle.

Standing there, her long lashes closed over her lavender eyes, the pale skin of her diginified visage glistening as the sun's beams thrashed above her, throwing her shadow across the tainted bloody battle floor, a carpet of fine almond sand. Lifting from it's earthen grasp, a dusty cloud sweeps over her otherwise spotless ivory boots.

The silence of the open area was deafening in it's own anxious manner, her heart beat echoeing in the caverns of her mind... and as she clutched the leathe hilt of her silver armored sword she tried to recall why she was fighting. Most of life after her past epiphany had been a blur and a complicated web of confusion...

Sultry, berry lips seperated to let out a longated and gentle sigh, flipping into a small smirk as she decided that the confusion was the reason she faught. Maybe it was nothing better to do... but atleast she didn't have to think... to think... to think.... to lie.

...help.... .... .... _

[fragdemon]

Shisou was sitting in the crowd, stroking the Princess with firm yet gentle motions as she sat on his lap, her green eyes staring into the field as her black hair brushed up against Shisou's bare chest.

The audience member next to him leaned over and whispered a few words into his ear.

"That's her, should I hold your cat now?"

Shisou didn't speak, but his intentions were apparent in his eyes even as he lifted the Princess from his lap.

Standing up, Shisou walked down the aisle to get to the wall of the arena.

In tournaments such as this one, the amount of magic used in ten seconds probably was equivelant, or more for that matter, to the amount of magic the comman man used in his life time.

In light of that, the arena was built with high walls around it so a charred body tossed by a fireball wouldn't cause too much of a risk.

To further decrease the chance of risk, those who organized the tournament magically enchanted the stadiukm so that the walls were resistant to most spells and effects.

That along with the twenty Healers assigned to each aisle made all of the audience feel safe and comfortable.

But Shisou wasn't the audience. He had to sacrifice all safety and assurance to be here.
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Shisou hopped over the small wall, grabbing onto the footholds and handholds to slow down his fall as he plumetted downwards.

He hit the bottom so gently that only a puff of sand testified his landing. Shisou had made the thirty foot drop seem like a five foot one.

Walking to the center of the stadium, Shisou spun around to showcase himself to the crowd. It kept them pleased, but it also gave his opponent a chance to analyze him.

Shisou's bald head was reflecting sunlight as if it was marble, freshly shaved since his last match. His eyes were completely black.

That little feature scared people away normally. But those who did dare to look at his eyes found compassion and a jolly attitude.

Shisou was a giant of a man, his height ranging towards eight feet. That complemented with his huge arms and rippling chest, accented by his tan, and exposed to the sunlight as always, made him that much more frightening. Yet to some people he met, he was an endearing person. His jolly disposition captured in the body of a fighting machine made him a favorite among children.

Right now though, in this battle. Shisou was trying to look as frightening as possible for the audience's sake. The crowd favorite always stole the judges favor as well.

His pants were baggy and white. Held on by a drawstring, they barely made contact with his body(OOC: Think MC Hammer pants). As he always liked them to be, Shisou's feet were barefoot, the rough sand doing its best to try and scratch through his calloused skin.

On his hands were padded leather fingerless gloves, made to reduce the impact of a punch on his knuckles. The gloves ran up his forearms like gauntlets, having little pockets that looked as if they could fit the blade of a dagger inside.

Finally, he finished his slow turn, and Shisou faced his opponent.

He was told that his opponent. was a female. But it didn't matter, Shisou had killed many women before. There was on difference.

She was beautiful. More so than many Shisou had seen before. Even his mother, who he held to be quite beautiful, didn't compare to her. The unnatural hues of color made her look all the more pretty. Like a painted piece of art.

But despite her beauty, Shisou wasn't stirred in the least by desire. Long ago he'd given it up, hoping it would never return. Desire was what killed his master, and Shisou would never let it win him over again.

Looking up to the Princess for reassurance, Shisou raised up his arm and bellowed out his challenge.

"Who is this? A frail vase come to challenge me?" Shisou knew perfectly well her strength. His main weapon the body, he knew everything about, including how to guage others by either their step or their posture, or even their waves.

"I'm ready pretty vase. But know, that by the end of the day, I'll have you shattered on the arena floor." he roared, letting his sound echo out across the field.


OOC: Sorry I took so long. I was stalling, hoping you'd post first.

[ooc: I was waiting for you too....]

She had watched her opponent, silently, the apprasiel of the crowd interested her very little and her mystery continued to enshroud her curvacious form even as the daunting taunts of the rather gigantic man hovered, his intimidations and lulling shadow both falling to the ground with no other effects. Lips pursed, her soft, opaque orbs shimmered with an ominous hue, a silver lining seeming to vibrate around the lavender iris as she received his echoing thoughts in a bountiful display.

The pale, snowy skin upturned at the corners of her fresh, luscious berry lips. Forming into a lengthy and malicious smile which slowly vanished, captured by a valid expression that was devoid of emotions, offering no aid to her opponests analyzation... and as for her analyzing, she hadn't needed to. The timbering thoughts that loomed on the surface of his skull were all that needed to be presented to her. Though humouring the bear-like man, she jaunted a hip, a soft murmuring slipping from her lips that hung in the air and floated in it's company. the soft melodious vocals slithered down to her silvery death bringer, wrapping sturdily around the hard, chilling body it posessed and causing a few of the etched runes to hum, ignitin in a gentle blue luminosity.

A slipping wind that had descended over the looming, stone walls brushed the raven-black, silken tresses of her mane foward. Stubborn, shimmering strands had begun licking at the empty void, between herself and her opponent, that had become shrouded with a physical tensity. As the heavy air rushed around the two, a warm draft flushed upwards with a sudden vigorous breath, sweeping the strips of material upwards, causing them to shime a long with the bellowing dull beating of Shishou's enveloping pants.

Settling, the lively wind denoted that it was being controlled by a master elementalist, it's cheerful bouts of upsweeping whispers instantly turning into a vicious uproar, sweeping the loose, sable sand into the air, creating a dense dust cloud that wrapped around herself and her foe, swimming up in the air, the head's of the writhing streams surfacing above the crowd's heads. A threatening form configuring, a great serpant which beared it's coarse, mineral teeth, releasing a windy howel before diving back into the great shadowy mass of dry granules.

With ease, the females thin body tredded through the the ocean of earth, her soft foot steps dulled by a hounding, voracious battle cry that emmitted from the storm. Though the glinting sword, raised infront of her, outstretched deffensively before her face, spliced the churning solid mist, it's superior force thrashing the sands away with out humble restriction.

It had become difficult to see, the sandy storm pouring down over the two with little mercy, though not impossible, for soon, the silhouette of the hulking man came into view, and with a swift, masterful grace, Lei threw her guarding arm upwards, preparing to release a sharpening blow as she settled in a fortified stance. Sweeping across the beating winds, Lei unleashed a powerful swing, direct towards her opponents torso.

[fragdemon]

OOC: Sorry I took so long. I was gonna post last night but my little brother kicked me off.


Shisou felt a presence enter his mind. He closed his eyes and focused inwards, trying to find anything he could. At first he thought it was a judge, trying to get a feel for his battle style to tell the difference between a mistake and just bad luck, but a few facts changed his mind quite quickly.

Funny thing, mind reading. When trying to read a subject who was as in control of his soul as himself, it's like looking through a window. It's not a problem at all for the subject to just stare out the window and wave to the intruder.

The presence didn't sow through his thoughts too deeply. It just skimmed the surface. In that way it would be more like staring through a crack in a doorway while Shisou stared through the keyhole, the intruder seeing his surface thoughts and Shisou getting a slight glimpse of the intruder's mindset. It was his first hint that the intruder wasn't a judge. A judge would have time to make a full dive into his domain.

Shisou picked up two things. One, that the presence was somewhat chaotic. A bit of confusion and a random attitude slipped in. Like someone lost in a maze, its thoughts being juggled like objects of different shapes and sizes. This was what proved it couldn't have been a judge. For if it was a judge, it would have had a bit more order to its thoughts.

Who is it then?

The next feeling that "squeezed through the keyhole," so to speak, was that of a slight bit of confidence.

Confidence?

It was something he picked up in his opponent's bearings as she walked in. Her face stared forward, not downwards like timid warriors did. Her strides were long and powerful. It was as if she had a purpose. As if the fight meant a bit more than the life and death of just one person.

Discovering his intruder, Shisou opened his eyes to make eye contact and make her aware of his knowing.

But when they did open, a single fleck of sand blew up into his right eye. Shisou blinked, manipulating his tear glands to start working.

A powerful updraft seemed to pull up more and more sand until it surrounded him like a fog. With his sharply tuned senses, Shisou could still make out her silhouette, but he decided not to rely on it.

He closed his eyes and began focusing. This time not inwards, but out into the souls of others. He felt her ki aura, and memorized it as it moved closer and closer to him.

Slowly, his sixth sense kicked in, and he began moving. His higher mind guiding his body rather than the one that focuses on trivial matters such as the ones we encounter every day.

Eyes still closed, Shisou shifted his stance and crouched downwards. Relying only on his hearing, smell, and ki sense to guide him.

His left arm moved out, even though he never willed it to. His palm was open as it pushed upwards while Shisou leaned to the right.

It hit something, her lower wrist. Moving his other arm, Shisou came at her other wrist from the top, slicing the inside of his forearm as his hand moved into position.

With a quick twist of his own wrist, the sword was out of her hands (OOC: Not too much character manipulation I hope, you can pick it up when I do my next maneuvre)

Shisou let go of her and stood up, his lower mind taking over again as he realized what he had just done. As he heard the sand puff from the sword making contact with the ground, he twisted around behind his opponent. He lead with his right foot and then pivoted on it in what was almost a full 360 circle. But then he went down with the ball of his left foot and made a 180 spin, bringing his right leg up as he did so.

His right foot struck forward with the force of an elephant falling down.


OOC: BTW, elephants fall down with a lot of force.

[psychosyd]

Heh, I have to say I enjoyed reading this, both of you have WONDERFUL imagry...

were this a test, you would both get 100's

But... this is a tournament, only one can win... this round I will award to MinTee for the following reasons...

though both of you are wonderful at painting the image... MinTees was a bit more alive... frag... you made your person a bit TO godly in my taste... leaping 30 feet... and not being hurt... and the mind reading...

the mind reading really hurt you... it was confusing to one... and really seemed to start to go off on its own track.

And... a true master of the arts isnt a super buff warrior as well... you cannot have both extremes... the way you set your character up... it seemed he did...

I want to congradulate both of you though