TOA Round 3: Finrod Felagund VS chickenballz

[psychosyd]

Alright, we only have 16 fighters left... and what a show it has been so far... lets continue to keep this thing going with a bang!

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 3 starts on Sunday September 22... and will run till saturday the 28th

Round 4 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

[Chickenballz]

The crowd was alive and screaming for blood. Yes. The Tournement of Arms.

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It was a spacous, circular arena. The ground was covered in layers of sand, hiding away the steel flooring. A large glass dome covered the entire arena, keeping all specators shielded from whatever would come from the two warriors that would do battle on this day.

Bleak and desolate. Nothing was on the field, nothing at all. It was a sorry sight to look upon. The walls themselves seemed to have an emptiness.

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Suddenly, all lights disappeared, drowning the entire stadium in black. The crowd spoke in hurried whispers, trying to comprehend the situation.

Two large floodlights flashed, scanning the arena ground. A small light appeared near the middle of the field, a minute light. The floodlights homed in on the position, and there he stood.

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Byron Tsang. Headman of Dark World and the newly resurrected Red Phoenix. A man who had survived impossible situations, a man with much to lose...so little to gain.

In depth history of Byron would be a tedious task, for his life was truly like a horror story. Full of twists and turns, full of pain and suffering. Yet he still lives, unlike many heroes of horror stories.

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The lighter was put away, the stick of Volt held between Byron's teeth. Closing his eyes, the Asian took a long dreg, feeling the rich smoke fill his lungs. Instantly his mind was cleared, senses all sharpening.

The eyes opened. Ice-blue they were, the aftermath of augmentation. Concealed by Ghiaccio glasses. The Ghiaccio were like mirrors, reflecting. A replacement to his usual Notte shades...like staring into the darkness they were...hence the name 'Notte'. Both gifts from Roxanne Martinico.

A new overcoat adorned the thin frame of Byron. Exactly identical to his original. Only now he wore no shirt underneath. Taut muscles were shown to all...if one looked past the flak jacket he wore. Another pair of silk black pants, to replace the old. The boots were still the same however.

Bulges were visible within the coat. What weapons lay hidden underneath? Not to mention...what weapons lay within? For Byron was Nano-augmented...one of the choices that he does not regret. The choice that would turn him into an effective counter-measure to sorcery and magic...

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The once-long stick of Volt was now halved. Slender fingers reached up and removed the stimulant, flinging it carelessly aside.

Smoke rings were exhaled, as Byron gazed intently at his left arm, slowly flexing it.

Heh...it was a good thing I had connections with Targent Tech...

The Ghiaccio's dropped slightly, his eyes scanning the ground.

How depressing. There's nothing here...just like last time...

A corner of his mouth raised, creating a half-smile.

Byron's right hand clasped over the cross-pendant adorning his neck.

I will not die. I must live...for the sake of the others...for the sake of Red Phoenix...for everyone...

His head raised, looking up to the heavens above.

Shine down upon this wandering soul...help me...for someone like me...a sinner...we cannot save ourselves...

The knuckles of the hand clutching the cross turned white as the once-proud head of Byron lowered.



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((OOC: Best of luck to ya man. Oh yeah, there's one of dem 'limit break' things. So......kill me fast.....heheheh.........))

[The Edge]

Once again, the Patryn was getting ready for his next battle. He was amazed of how easy his other two came out. He'd expected to find more excitement in this tournament, but for now, the whole thing was rubbish. For the moment, he had not time to think about it, for he had yet another battle to attend to, and this time, he would show no mercy. His last challenger was a waste, he only took the upper hand by using mere mind powers. But now, the Patryn wanted to see blood. He was glad to hear the screams and chants of an enormous crowd, he could tell that every single seat was taken. He found the loud chants made by the spectators quite pleasant, since his last battle took place in a dead location. Before he finished getting ready, the man took the time meditate, for he wanted to beyong the walls wich are covering his paths towards the arena. Nothing was there, only dirt, not even a single guards could be seen, just thousands or hungry eyes wanting to see some action. Well ... he knew he would guarantee that ...

After his meditation, he began to cover his naked skin, wich was marked with complicated looking symbols. It was written on his arms, hands, chest, abs, legs, it surrounded him. Curious it was not to see his skin glowing blue or red, this only meant one thing ... his sigla doesn't sense any danger. The warning sigla was very much like a six sense, for it could feel certain things before they happen. A warning of danger could be taken for example, it would only mean, the Patryn must react quickly or a rune barrier would have to save your skin. Finrod ingnored the siglas for now, he got dressed as usual: light silver vest, black pants, black shoes. Given it the look of a tuxedo, but very much warrior style. Usually his vest would cover his arms, but not this time. Now his muscular arms could be seen all the way to the shoulder. Attaced to him by a magnetic force, his twin blades "Anduril : Offense & Aglachel : Defense" tagged along, like to guardians protecting it's master. Both blades were cursed, and only the Patryn could manipulated then, or even hold them. They were dark, probably the darkest objects in the whole colosieum.

Standing up straight, strocking his soft platinum hair, the Patryn marched towards the gates of the arena. Every step he took made the thousands of voices grow louder, it made the Partyn enjoy himself. Always with the confident type of walk, a grim smile on his young and handsome face, he stepped into the dirt of the arena. Floodlights illuminated Finrod, something he found disturbing.

The Patryn was also apart of the Dark World clan, and had respect for his opponent who was the head. However, that does not make him superior, the Patryn really wanted to teach him a lesson. Intensively, he stared at him adversary, his dark eyes could even penetrate throught his mind if he's not careful.

But this time, he was impatient, he didn't want to stare at his opponent like he did last time, he wanted to start the fight no instead of wanting. Nothing much was holding him back, not even the siglas on his arms glowed blue. So then, he began to cast a rune spell. It was only for one purpose, to let know his adversay he didn't want to joke around the whole day.

In matter of second, his arms tattoos glowed bright blue, a sign he was absorbing energy from something wich had life. But what could possibly be? What life form could possibly be giving away energy? Or better yet, the Patryn was stealing it...

When his spell was complete, Finrod jumped hight towards the crowd. Pulled out his fist while in the air. It unleashed the power he had absorbed. However, the rune magic changed into gigantic fist, could very well belong to a tytan. It glowed bright blue, and was moving with tremendous speed towards his adversary...

Finrod: The impact could be the end of him. Perhaps I'm being too rough on the fella. hehehehehheheh..........

[Chickenballz]

Byron's eyes narrowed as he saw who his opponent was. The Patryn with the name of Finrod. A newly recruited man of Dark World.

Him? Of all the f***ing people...

Deep within the bowels of Byron's mind, he laughed, for this was his chance to spite this...this being.

On the outside, however, his face was still as passive as ever.

Finrod...oh how I rue the day we met...

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One day, a certain someone began asking around, all about the whereabouts of the Dark World HQ. That certainly caught the attention of the headmen, Byron included.

It was later learned that this someone was Finrod the Patryn, a different kind of elf, or so he said. After leaving the Fate and turning freelance, this being wished to ally himself to Dark World.

The others were all for it. Byron not included.

The Dark World headman was quite against it.

"It defies our principles."

Words of Byron while discussing new recruits for Dark World.

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Magic and socercy was one of the few things that Byron truly hated with a passion.

Was it the fact he almost died by the hands of the first magic-wielder he ever faced? Perhaps.

But no, there was a more darker past behind Byron's vendetta against magic and all associated with it.

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It was a year after the Ardien incident. In the Canadian town of Windsor, which bordered the U.S., was where his sister and several friends resided.

Byron and Ryan Le, an old-school friend, went to visit. The two found the Ambassador Bridge sealed off due to "complications." Byron could clearly see ruin on the riverfront of Detriot. David and him slipped by.

On arrival, all they could see was nothing but smoking debris. The reek of the dead filled the air, a thick stench. Crows circled the omnious sky, like a sign of death. Overwhelming dread filled them both.

A quick search revealed most of the town's inhabitants decaying corpses. Most looked like they were torn apart by some beast of terrible power.

In the downtown of Windsor, sitting in the middle of the street, was a child of eight, nine years? No matter, covered in blood she was. But that did not trigger the fear that erupted from Byron.

The eyes. A blood red, as if to match the blood on her face and tattered clothes. Piercing and filled with evil unimaginable, they were like eyes of the fallen Archangel Lucifer. Cold. They could tear the soul out of anything and turn strong men to a whimpering mess.

Even as this girl, if it could be called that, crawled toward the two men, snarling in an animal fashion, Byron and Ryan already had their weapons drawn.

And Byron's first bullet struck her in the left eye. Ryan's first bullet blew her face off completly.

The two emptied their guns out upon the demon-child until all that remained was a pile of flesh.

A large fire burned in the downtown.

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Luckily, only downtown had been destroyed in the demon-child's rage. The reason why Byron and Ryan killed her so easily was the fact that she had exhausted all her powers wiping out the populace that resided in the riverfront.

Incidents such as this lead to Byron's quest for redemption. It also lead to his associations with multiple organizations who dealt with impure beings.

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Yes, even through all these years, magic was Byron's main concern.

"We're already killing ourselves with technology and science...now you want to involve magic? You sicken me..."

Byron Tsang to Paul Valentine of the Scarlet Gloves.

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A bright light shook the Asian out of recalling his past memories.

Byron quietly observed the Patryn draw in energy from...some source.

At last Finrod was complete, while Byron's Raptor was already aimed at him. His finger was not on the trigger though.

Finrod leapt a great distance in the air, and his fist tripled in size, perhaps the aftermath of his earlier spell.

Hmph. Socercy...

The Raptor Magnum was still tracing Finrod even as he fell down upon him.

Now how am I supposed to get out of this one? Too big to dodge...too powerful to deflect...

Byron smirked.

Ballistic-Aug.

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The giant fist slammed down upon the Asian, and Finrod backed away.

A hole of dust and was left from the blow.

Sand flew aside as Byron rose, dusting off his coat and hair.

"Well met..." he grinned at Finrod. "If that wasn't sand that you crushed me on, I might have died."

The Raptor was once more raised at the Patryn.

"Now let me get this straight. I'd rather not have any death here. After all, we'd just hate to lose a well-respected man od Dark World. Let's make this quick. Things to see, people to do..."

With a slight flick of the wrist, Huit Do, the prized switchblade, fell into Byron's left hand.

"My Raptor is bearing it's teeth...ready to pounce." the Asian's smile decreased, turning into an uncaring smirk. "What will you do? I believe I'd be able to get off three rounds before you counter-attack. But you better do it fast. You just might not get the chance again..."

The trigger finger was now upon the trigger.


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[The Edge]

Well C-Ballz, as i told you on AIM, I'm dropping out of the TOA. I'm just not into writing at the moment, busy busy. So you take the victory by default. Congratulations man, you going to the next round. Besides, you as hell dedicated more efforts to this tournament, more than I could. As you say, word up and peace out.

TTFN

[psychosyd]

Well then, one less topic to judge... chickenballz wins by default