RULES OF COMBAT:

1. 10 post each limit, if you wish to have this amount reduced, get in touch with me.

2. Each player is allowed to make one introductary post.

3. Mark which number post you posted at the end of your posts.

4. Deathblows allowed, play to win, play for keeps, whatever. But the character will be regenerated after the fight.

5. YOU KNOW WHAT THE JUDGES WANT, read their screenings, no whining because of the judges decisision, you know what they are looking for in each fight.

6. Judges shall give their scores out of 10, highest totaled player wins.

7. Every character that's not participating in battle may be observing the match and may post whatever they like IN CHARACTER during fights as long as they do not interfear with the combat.

8. There is an audience of bumbling idiots, sure what the hell.

9. I DO NOT want matches taking more than a week to finish, I will put on more than 1 at a time if need be.
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Choice of Arena by our Judge, Natalie: Sky Arena (platforms elevated 30 stories high)

First post choice as a result of a coin toss: Jess; Jess chooses herself to post first

One fights for honor and acceptance, the other for the pure heat of battle, one will walk away, the other shall limp. LET THE FIGHTING COMMENCE!

::Edmund was ready. He'd been told to fight, and fight he would. His weapons were arranged. He felt himself being teleported for the second time, and was taken to a large arena in the sky, full of floating platforms high up. He melted out of his dog form and was set on one of the platforms, his bow and Claymore within reach and his cutlass at his waist. His quiver was full and each blade sharpened. Edmund's face split into a wide grin. He began to wag his tail furiously as he eyed his competition, none other than the blonde pretty young thing that had been eluding him while they waited to fight. His eyes took on a gleam of mischief. She couldn't run this time.::

Well well, your royal cuteness. We at last meet. ::He made a low, graceful bow. As he bent, he whipped out his cutlass and whirled it with a flourish, bringing it across his chest with poise.:: I am Edmund, warrior of Stirling. And I am delighted to meet you in battle. How about a wager? Say, a kiss to the winner?

((POST1)) PHysical description: Lisa is a thin girl, weighing only 125 pousd and standing 5'6". Her clothing is a simple denim skirt that ends four inches above her knee, a white tanktop, and a pair of sandals with a wooden heel. She carris no weapons but at the extension of her right arm she can summon her incarination of her family weapon.
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The time had come, Lisa’s time. She promised herself, no she had made a solemn vow not to be defeated. “Never.” She spoke in her mind as she cogitated losing. It struck her then…failure was not an option for her. She had a reason for winning now, while pondering she had experienced an epiphany. She knew what she would wish for from the furtive being or beings that were the proprietors of this tournament. “Acceptance for my brothers and I. If these creatures can truly provide us with our heart’s deepest desires then my brothers and I can be acknowledged as peers by our countrymen. I’m sick and tired of being looked down upon because of my blood. Even if I’m a mutt; what does it matter?” The only thing she coveted was equality and if she was triumphant she planned on getting what it was that she craved.

The retrievers had come for her. No longer was her course of action her own choice to make. She spied the flower on the ground, and snatched it before she trailed the mysterious figure who bid her to follow. Mere moments later she strode proudly through an ingress to where she was to fight. Her first steps clacked against the cement platform. The wooden, half inch sole and heel snapped against concrete as she stepped onto where she was to do battle with an opponent who was still unknown to her. Her eyes then focused on the man who stood before her.

“My luck.” She muttered disheartened by her opposition. The stem of the blossom found itself tucked behind her right ear. I am Edmund, warrior of Stirling. And I am delighted to meet you in battle. How about a wager? Say, a kiss to the winner? “Save your rhetoric pig!” The slight, but striking girl’s expression had morphed to a vicious, nearly maniacal grin. “Save it for those it will affect.” She extended her right arm and fanned out her fingers, exposing her ghostly pale palms. She had clenched her fist so tightly that a nearly sickly color had come into her hand from the lack of blood circulation. A glowing white line began to form in her hand, one that continued for just over three and a half feet. The pallid line shone and became silver that reflected the bright sunlight which she now stood thirty stories closer to than before. The silver item had become her sword, Turmoil. A rapier, made from the energy blade her family possessed for three generations now. The energy itself traveled between relatives of it’s own accord, choosing who it found to be most suitable and becoming an extension of their soul.. A twisted, crystal spire was embedded at the center of the blade for decoration. “Disgusting fool.” She mumbled beneath her breath.

Her left hand flew into the air and her fingers fanned out. Suddenly the flower from behind her ear Exploded toward Edmund and tripled in size. It froze in mid air three feet out and spun in a beautiful array of petals that changed colors with every split second. The rainbow flashed by once, twice, ten times. Each petal, now eight inches long flickered with color in a dazzling spectacle meant to entrance Edmund if only for a moment. As the flower whirled about it grew in size with each passing second. Soon Lisa was completely shielded from the young boy’s view. A view seeds floated from her pocket and fell to the floor at her feet. They developed from buds into plants that lay hidden behind the revolving flower, and within seconds into vines that crept along. They were wrapped about the butt end of the stem that spun so rapidly. The green strands of leaf covered vine snaked their way toward Edmund’s feet, hoping to entangle him.

((POST 2))

::Edmund shook his head. She obviously underestimated the sort of opponent he could be. Underneath his normal cheery demeanor and wild games he contained a very skilled and crafty fighter. His mother and father had been training him since he was five years old and big enough to hold a light sword. He had his mother's explosive battle lust and the combined strength of each of his parents. His Claymore, inherited from his mother, felt like a trifle to him. One thing Lisa Muri would find out when he got up close: He had the strength of three grown men. And despite all her lashing out at his playfulness, she'd learn quickly what he was really made of. She was a blind thing, not looking past the outer disguises.::

::Edmund didn't have to wait long for her to begin her attacking. He was waiting for a charge but she was on the defensive. A large blossom erupted from her hand and flew in front of her to shield her. Edmund smelled magic; she was controlling the plant with some magic power. The petals began to flash painful colours and Edmund squinted his eyes to avoid staring at the colours. He transformed into a dog quickly and everything in his field of vision turned shades of grey. Being about two feet off the ground, he also spotted two vines creeping along the ground rapidly at him. One of them seized his front left paw and he bit it, severing the strands with his sharp teeth. Before the second could bind him he capered over it and put his speed to good use. The giant flower was hiding his opponent but he could breach it from either side, and he opted for the left side, figuring her to be right handed. His assumption was correct and her left side was unguarded by a weapon, though she held in her right a rapier. Edmund leapt up at her as a dog, and as his momentum carried him forward he changed and drew his cutlass in the process. The blade came down at her neck and his left hand flew to barr her right from use.::

Awake yet, princess?

((POST2))


Lisa watched as her vines quit tugging at the stem and knew her efforts had been thwarted. A sleek black canine burst past her flower to the left. She didn‘t think it would be that simple, no one in this tournament would be defeated with minimal effort, especially not her. Before she could react the animal closed in and tackled her. In mid air he transformed, his hind legs cracking and shaping into human form. In a second, he was atop hr, cutlass drawn and left hand blocking any movement from her weapon. She grunted as she hit the cement hard, her back slammed against the rock hard surface. Her mind raced, what would she do now?

“GOD DAMN YOU! TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!” She screamed at him with a violent screech. She writhed beneath him, trying to break free. He had made an ignorant miscalculation though. Her left arm was free to move. If she moved her torso or upper body he’d slit her throat, she knew this. She sat for a moment, waving her fingers and as she did the gargantuan flower shrank to it’s previous size but one thing was different about it, the stem was elongated and sharpened. Thorns had begun to protrude from the thin green stick that supported the beautiful blossom at the top. It drifted up behind Edmund’s head and positioned itself to strike at the base of his neck. Noticing where it now was Lisa knew her plan. She curled her tongue within her mouth and gathered as much saliva as possible into a pool in her mouth. She clasped her hand into a fist and puckered her lips. She spat in his face and directed the now, two foot sharpened spike covered in thorns that was once the stem of a flower to strike through his throat at the same time. She hoped that he would throw his head back in an attempt to dodge the spit and help the stem in impaling him. If he dodged this the stem would strike through air and no doubt injure Lisa badly, but if it worked the payoff would be a win, she knew it was a risk she had to take.

::Edmund felt an odd pringling sensation at the back of his neck. His nose told him more magic was being used in the form of more plants. Damn it, why did he give her that flower? She had to be manipulating some form of small plant to create this monstrous flowers. He had her pinned, not that he meant to, but she'd toppled underneath his force and here they were. He watched her closely as she hocked up a gob of spit and intended to spit it up right in his face. The thing at the back of his neck poised to move at the same time. Edmund shrank into his dog self and leapt off Lisa with a growl. The spit flew right as he shrank, and now her own projectile was coming right at her. Edmund snarled and launched himself into the air, and knocked it off course. The spike clattered harmless to the ground. Edmubnd picked it up with his teeth and threw it over the edge of the platform. Let's see her use that thirty stories down, he thought. He turned and morphed back and drew his bow from over his shoulder. Time to put her on the defensive. Edmund just thanked himself for removing the ivy from his arrows before the fight. But not the poison. He didn't want to hurt her, but the blood was stirring up too hotly, and he needed to prove to her that he was serious.. deadly serious. Edmund drew his bow.::

I am taking you seriously, princess. So serious I'm about to shoot you with poisoned arrows. If they strike your plants, they'll whither. If they strike you, you'll die. But don't worry. I have an antitdote. I won't let you die. ::He released the arrow at her, followed closely by another. He sent five into the air in total, with plenty more at his disposal. While she was distracted by these he could leap in for the kill... or at least rid her of the rest of her damned plants.::

((POST3))

Arrows flew at her, one after another after another. “Why?” She asked herself as she knocked the first arrow of it’s course with her blade. “He didn’t let me get hurt! He’s trying to protect me and hurt me at the same time!?! WHERE THE HELL IS HIS LOGIC?!” The second arrow fell at her feet and snapped as she jumped out of it’s range. The third swooshed past her head, over her right shoulder and fell behind her.

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” That second was her downfall. She stopped to taunt him, thinking she was away from the arrow’s path, but no, it struck her right arm. “GOD NO!” She cried out. Her blade disappeared in her pain, that’s how it worked. If not concentrated upon it would cease to be. She clenched her fists together in pain and felt the poison freeze in her veins. Knowing that one more arrow was coming toward her she began to run but it was too late, the last struck her right shoulder. She screamed out in agony and tightened her fists even more. The poison on the arrow’s tip began to run against gravity, up the shaft. “IDIOT! THE TOXIN IS MADE FROM PLANTS ISN’T IT?” Her teeth ground in pain and her squinted. “Id told me that the cause of a puncture wound should be left in to decrease potential bleeding. So I should leave these arrows in my arm until I can be healed.”

She squeezed her fists as tight as she could and the poison leaked from the open cuts, onto the arrows and dripped onto the floor. She smiled through the pain. A second later Turmoil had reappeared in her right hand. It hung at her side limply, she was attempting to deceive him, through the pain she could probably slice four times before the fight ended if she needed to but as it looked her right arm was completely useless. “Come at me cur!” She screamed to him from across the platform. She stood with her left facing him on a profile. She flicked her fingers and a few pine needles from within her pocket floated from her pocket and landed on the ground before her. They stood almost on end, aimed at Edmund, standing diagonally.

((Post 4))

::Edmund watched his arrows sink into her flesh. Her right arm was disabled, he knew that. That took care of her weapon, but he could still smell magic. He didn't know how many plant pieces she had at her disposal, and until he got rid of them all, she had a seemingly endless supply of ammo. But Edmund could smell blood, and his own poison on the ground. Of course it was made from plant toxins, most poisons were. His was a deadly mix of hemlock and cyanide and almost instantly fatal. But her plant power had enable her to squeeze it all out of her system. Now Edmund stood stock still, surveying her and assessing the damage his arrows had done. She was egging him on to attack, but Edmund knew well enough not to charge at an enemy unless no obstacles were obvious. By the look of it, she was unguarded, but he could smell the magic, and the threat of her plants was still unknown in magnitude.::

::of course, screaming at him to charge was stupid because it was giving away her battle plans. Edmund thought back to his mother's favourite battle techniques, and remembered how the English army wiped out the French when they charged, and a favourite opening weapon of the Scottish warriors. His sister's favourite type of weapon. She had some sort of long-range weapon planned, like something she could shoot out at him, or launch in some way. Right now, he had two options: Advance slowly and see what she had in store, sword out, or continue bombarding her with arrows. If he charged, it would be all over. His arrows would kill her too easily, and she could use no sword. Still, Edmund didn't want to kill her, he simply wanted to win. He would render her unable to move. That was all. First step was to take out all her plants.::

::Edmund drew out his beloved inherited sword, his Claymore. He started towards Lisa at a soft but quick pace. Once he was within three feet he would veer off to her left and try to fake her out.::

((POST4))


Edmund wasn’t charging Lisa fast enough to get caught by her trap, her pike line would never skewer him as she had planned. She extended her right pinky, hidden from sight by her hips, Edmund would be unaware of her movement. One of the pine needles she had left sitting in front of her morphed to enormous size in half the blink of an eye. It was sharpened to a point and grew to about 4 feet long.
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“If someone shows you kindness, show them the same thing. People of virtue are few and far between, cherish them above all others.”
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Lisa closed her eyes, her father’s words echoing in her mind. She thought of her attack, and how Edmund had prevented her from possibly dying. In her mind she envisioned him knocking the spiky stem from it’s path, being sure that it didn’t strike her. She cursed herself but bending her finger the slightest bit she aimed the pike to pass just above Edmund’s shoulder, it struck true, moving harmlessly to warn him before returning to it’s original size.

“Give up now or I’ll turn you into a Shish kabob!” She flicked her pinky three more times and three of the other pine needles extended with vicious force and ferocious speed but froze inches before impaling Edmund. “You kept me alive from my own attack, so this is payback. I’m giving you a chance to give up before getting run through.” She saw no wavering in him and decided it was time to take action. She wiggled her finger wildly out of his sight and the eight pine pikes shot up in a random series, all aimed at different parts of Edmund’s body.

::His fakeout had worked, and her weapons were exposed. A pike wall. Celeste would have been proud. But he didn't swerve quick enough and she had time to attempt to skewer him. Six lancing needles came out at him aimed from his thighs to his head. He swung his sword in a furious circle around his torso and severed the tips of all but one needle. His left left lurched forward just a little too much and Edmund felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg. His momentum slowed but not before the pine needle had almost gone clean through the flesh on his leg. Edmund could smell his own blood mingled with her magic smell and he growled. He stopped and yanked out the impaling piece in his thigh. He chucked it off the platform.::

::Edmund limped across the platform and scooped the pine-needle lances from the ground and dropped them off the side too. His leg was severely hurt and bleeding, but one clean swipe with his blade and this fight could end. She had no way to fight back unless she had more plants at her disposal. Plus if he attacked with sword, her instincts hopefully would tell her to act in kind. Edmund took the chance and ignored the pain in his leg. The wound wasn't wide merely deep, but thankfully clean cut. He was close enough to swipe and he did so, throwing his good hip and his weight into the blade, slashing at her upward and diagonally to her left arm. His face was contorted in a grimace... He didn't want to kill her, he just wanted this fight to end.::

((Post 5))

Her left arm was in danger. If she let her only good arm be damaged she might as well kiss this fight good bye. It was time to switch to the defensive and Lisa knew it. She took a half second to scan her memory, no nothing. She scanned her readings, no nothing. Nowhere in her past or memory had she been exposed to fighting enormous blades of this immense size. She had to improvise. “If I let our blades touch mine is as good as gone. I have to dodge this attack somehow.” Within the short time since he had dodged her attack and fired a new attack she had devised a plan. Seeing as she was now out of plants it would have to be her blade that would win this. But she only had a limited amount of strikes left, so she had to either conserve them or use them in one all out frontal assault, she chose the former.

“Dead man.” She said softly as she jumped back, evading the meat of the blow but the tip of the blade still caught her across the forearm. A deep gash was left in it. “CRAP!” She switched her position to have her right face him and thrust just below his blade, the momentum of his weapon would keep his arms occupied so that he couldn’t defend and were the weapon to strike it would plunge itself into his stomach.

::Edmund saw what she was doing and smiled. For all the effort he was putting into this, she was putting the same. And secretly he revelled in the fact that he had not managed to hurt her. Now the advantage was his. Her blade was out, set to thrust straight through his stomach. Edmund followed the momentum of his blade and body and simply fell forward and let the blade clatter to the floor. Still in motion he tucked his left shoulder and head and performed a calculated roll next to her legs. He rapdily turned into a dog once more and darted between her legs, giving her a cold nose on the way under. That was sure to infuriate her and put her off her guard. Edmund's sword lay helpless on the platform and he had two options: Force her to give up, or knock her out.::

::Edmund could no longer smell magic and assumed she was out of plantlife, but he couldn't be sure. He drew back up into his human form, and stood behind her, grinning smugly. His left leg was shot, but without her ammo the fight was his. She had a moment to rcover from her blow, and the thrust would have hurt her arm even more. Edmund sauntered up to the pretty maid, knowing she had only a few more good hits in her. He pounced quickly and wrapped her arms up in his right arm, the cutlass held under her chin. His right hand went under her thighs and lifted her feet into the sir so that he was cradling her body but still holding her captive.::

I'll give you my wager again, my pretty one. But I'll twist it a little. One kiss, and the fight is yours with no more harm done on either side. Or I shall simply pinch your neck right here ::he moved his right arm to gently prod the place:: and put you to sleep. The choice is yours.

((Post 6))

LIsa wriggled in Edmund's arms. She gritted her pealry white teeth and squirmed, kicking her legs and rolling side to side. Her weapon had disappeared when she was originally wrapped up and remained unusable, for now she was too injured to concentrate on creating it. Her right arm was going cold and numb and her left had been slashed open. Though the second injury was mild it was amplified by her already diminishing stores of blood. She was beginning to get woozy, and soon she knew that soon she'd be unable to keep from passing out for long. She only hoped to beat him beforehand. She was particularly flustered and about ready to murder him for the stunt he had pulled, jamming his nose benath her skirt.

"I would never kiss you! You're a disgusting pig!" She leaned back and threw her right leg up into a kick toward Edmund's face, trying to break his nose at least. At the same time she burrowed the point on her neck he had threatened to pinch into his chest. She hoped that he'd panic and drop her to the platform. "NOW LET GO OF ME!"

::Lisa's kick wouldn't hit exactly where she wished it would. Unless she was as flexible as a piece of rubber. Edmund tilted his head and let the kick finish and she squirmed down so that her head and neck were confined on his chest. He looked down and thought how irresistably cute she was. But he couldn't support her weight anymore on his leg, and she was getting dangerously close to passing out from blood loss. Blood wasn't exactly staying in his body, either. The wound in his leg was steadily flowing. Edmund collapsed to his knees. With his left hand he put some pressure on his wound, and with the other he held her tight. She was soft and warm, it reminded him of back home. And suddenly all he wanted to do was sleep.::

I guess you won anyway, princess. Unless you fall alseep faster than I do. ::Edmund reverted to his dog form again and limped away. He collapsed and began licking his wound. If he could manage to get the blood to clot he might be able to wait it out, until she fell unconcious.::

((post 7))

Lisa hit the floor. Her arms were unusable and she couldn’t break her fall. Edmund released her from his grip powerless to move. She rolled on the pavement until she was lying on her chest, leaned slightly to the left. “BASTARD!” She thought. “He didn’t take me seriously, and now I’m completely unable to prove myself.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Garret, Liam, I’m sorry that you’ll never know what it is to have someone accept you.” Her nose clogged as she sobbed. “No one will respect us, because I’m not strong enough.” Tears flowed from her eyes steadily now, soaking her cheeks and making her mascara run in globs and streaks.

“I’m not strong enough…I’ll never be strong enough.” She breathed in a forced breath and nearly vomited, choking on saliva and particles of granite that broke away from the stone. The wind was ripping around, she hadn’t realized it earlier but she did now. It gave her goose-bumps from her lack of blood. She was getting very cold, and her arms were both numb. “Daddy, where am I going to go now?” with that last sentiment her eyes drifted shut peacefully and her body went limp. Her muscles relaxed and her mind was at peace before she lost consciousness.

((You all know this is over right?))

Judge 1: Jeff

Judge 2: JOSH

Judge 3: Natalie

Final Averages:
Sean: 7.5
Jess: 7.5

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I really hate all of you.

I am not kidding, I really do.

God damn it Sean won, why can't you all decide? Oi, not ANOTHER tie!

Result of five man vote:

Jeff: Sean
Fezzod: Jess
Natalie: Sean
Pat: Jess
Lord Ixzion: Sean

Winner>Lisa Muri goes to next round.