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. Which I am, 2 at a time for now.

Arena decided by Heather: an arena of flat moving stones with bubbling tar inbetween them

Winner Of Coin Toss: Joe decides first post

Mickabee's second fight was now up in the air. Mickabee entered through the provided door into the dark, thick liquid area. "This is going to be troublesome" he thought as he peered down at the tar. A nice solid grey rock was waiting just for him to step on only a few feet away. It was kinda obvious what he should do at this poinjt, so he went on impulse and leaped to the platform.

the stone structure began to move with a sudden jerk causing mickabee to loose his balence a little bit. The rock began moving to the center of the zone. Mickabee could smell the rancid reeking tar to the point he almost had to cover his nose.

The bridge began to melt; his adversary inexplicably claimed a no-contest and ascended through a portal of light. Gaeroq, still charging forward, could only continue running, as the sky began to swirl. The land in the distance, the ruined city, they all began to twist and curve in shapes that twisted Gaeroq's vision, and his sense of reality in itself. He widened his eyes for a moment in shock as the portion of the bridge before him liquified, forcing him to leap towards the portal the remaining fifty feet.
The painfully white light of the portal enveloped his senses, and turning wildly in mid-air to avoid the pain of the light, he saw the landscape of the bridge collapse about itself, the space itself sucking itself into nothing, and... reforming into--
Gaeroq landed from his jump unsteadily, almost stumbling, onto a hard surface. He blinked several times, and looked about, a sudden chill washing over him. The moderate cloud cover of the bridge was nothing compared to the thick, smoky fog that hung ominously above the pit of tar he was surrounded by. He darted his eyes about him, noticing the massive boulders floating about in the morass, many of which which seemed to drift endlessly in no apparent direction, others moving not the tiniest bit, apparently fixed to something below the surface. He flexed on the rock, and rapped it lightly with his bokan, feeling its grip, and texture. Smooth, but grainy, and slightly porous. Thick.
He inhaled cautiously, the earthy, thick smell of the tar permeating his senses and revealing to him the possibility of the danger within the pit. He was glad the cloud cover was as intense as it was. The rocks were startlingly convenient, and--
Gaeroq tensed, as the rock he was on began moving towards the center of the near endless pit, the 'center', as he sensed it; the rocks grew larger and slower. Finally, his rock collided with another, larger boulder, with a loud and noticably dull thump.
He held up the bokan, still drawn, as a second thump revealed his opponent not fifty meters from where he stood. He glanced towards his adversary, a man dressed in a flowing blue robe, with bright yellow eyes.
He stepped forward, silently, and stood at ready on the larger rock that his boulder had hit. He tapped his staff heavily to the ground, three times; three resounding clacks upon stone. He bowed to his opponent.

The tie to battle was now, his acknowledged his opponents bow with a grunt of disgust. Who battles with honor in an areana ment to have one die. Taking this opening left by the opposing side, Mickabee began his first assult on his victim. He concentrated placing energy into his arms, he could now feel them vibrate. "gyser" he aimed his arms at his feet and launched a massive amount of water with a great amonunt fo pressure, so much that he shot into the air about 10 feet and cracked the rock he was stanind on before.

Attacking from the air gave him a large advantge, he would be able to see how his opponent moves and/or attacks. Mickabee extanded his arms towards Gaeroq with fingers pointing directly at him. "Archer fish kiss" Water shot out of Mickabee's fingers with the force of that of a bullet of a gun.

(1)

Raising his staff, Gaeroq intensified his will by only a fraction, the darkness of the thick cloudcover providing him ample shadows to accelerate his reflexes without wasting his efforts on actually making the darkness. He spun the staff, faster and faster, moving his hands in quick, patternless bursts as the staff spun, faster and faster, the Shardwood gleaming with strength as his opponent leapt into the air with a burst of mist.
At first, Gaeroq was going to use the circular motion of the staff as a sort of vaulting pole, to ground it for a quick burst into the air, but then his opponent shouted an incantation, and Gaeroq saw a torrent of water shooting with speed at him--With no reaction on his face but the widening of his eyes, he sped the staff's movement more rapidly, with a fraction more of his will devoted to the spinning, his hands hardly touching it at all, now.
The water sprayed hard down hard, but the spinning staff was so rapidly turning now that to call it a blur wouldn't do it justice. Gaeroq felt intense, painful pressure on his hands for split-seconds as the staff shot the water about him, turning its force against it. The pressure was so intense, he braced himself on the rock, and began slowly, ever so slowly, as the water gushed down, to revolve the staff's at his elbows as well as his wrists, turning it from an uncontrolled spurt against a wall into a vaguely conical shape. His arms were moving near to the staff's speed as he aimed the reversed flow of water back at his opponent at near its original strength.
Suddenly, with a redirection of his will, without checking to see the results of his reversal, he leapt into the air beside the path of the water, his form darkening and becoming difficult to see, stepping across the shadows themselves for a precious few slowed seconds, away from the water as quickly as he was able to, without falling. He walked up the darkness like a flight of stairs that curved in a wide arc until he was actually rising above his opponent, on the right side, rushing up from the slow curve in mid-air to finally lunge downwards towards his opponent, his staff settled back into a flat, but continuous whirl.
He released his concentration for an instant, letting gravity add to his momentuum, and lashed out with the spinning staff, moving it into a melee range, where in milliseconds, it would collide with his adversary.

Mickabee had no time to react to his opponents quick movment and payed for it with a staff to hit cranium. The force of the smack sent him flying back down from the air, where a bubbling pit of tar rested just below him ready to take him down under. Mickabee hastily removed his whip from his belt and snapped it against a nearby rock with enough for to embed it into the object and pull himself away from the black abyss.

He layed only for a few seconds thinking up a plan to deal with his "little problem" when it downed on him that Gaeroq was in the air, where agility ment almost nothing. Mickabee got up on his two feet and faced gaeroq after putting his whip back. He reached toward Gaeroq with his right arm "Sea snake". A massive gush of water bursted from his forearm with greater force than that of a fire hose.

(2)

His opponent flew downward with a successful hit, and Gaeroq, dealing with the recoil, almost somersaulted in mid-air. He passed few precious moments using the shadows to rebound himself indefinitely against the air, back and forth so slightly that he was almost swaying, preparing himself for his opponent's counterattack by regaining the speed of his staff's spin, in the opposite direction. He saw his opponent raise up and incant another spell. Yet another gush of water shot out towards him, with all the fury of a typhoon.
Gaeroq attempted to relax before the water hit him, so that gravity, having been ignored by his willpower, would take ahold of him without incident, but even before he could lower his staff in defense, the water's speed hit him full in the stomach, sending him flying backwards in the air, reeling under a mountain of agonizing pressure to his mid-section. He spread his legs wide, and caught the shadows behind him at an angle, as a black puff of cloud wafted past, and leapt forward, over the stream of water, his staff still rhythimcally spinning (although much slower currently) in his hands.
He stepped forward shakily onto the shadows, bent over in pain. This time, as walked down the umbrage, he stretched his torso to ease the crushing force he'd just felt, working the stretch into his stride. He continued down the inivisible path until he was once again near range of his opponent, wary of the current of water that hung in the sky next to him.
He leapt, and shifted his focus from mobility to speed, and dove forward, following gravity once more, in a flying high kick that was accented when his staff abruptly stopped at the low point of its spin, making for his opponent's head with both weapon and limb held at the same angle, parallel to each other.

The staff and leg pierced through Mickabee like rock through wet paper. mickbee's body splattered everywhere, but not with blood, but with water. Gaeroq's attack had left Mickabee without a head and some part of his shoulder. Water began to gush out of the wounds and soon the rest of the body began to fade into a hazy mist that flew to a nearby paltform and began to reform into the beig Mickabee again, who seemed quite unharmed as if nothing had happened.

"heh, nice try punk, but I'm not falling for the same trick twice" He sneered. "Confused?, I don't see why not" Mickabee crossed his arms and craned turned away slightly. "Listen, I am made of water, and not much else, just water with a dead soul" mickabee held up his hand to reveal water endlessly dripping from his fingers to the ground "I can make, absorb, control and become water at my will, you haven't got a single shred of hope left".

Mickabee took hold of his whip again "Just disappear...Water Spada" Mickabee waved his hand in front of him and fired a wave of water at Gaeroq tha had enough force to divide the tar for a short while.

(3)

Gaeroq widened his eyes in a display that might've been shock, if he hadn't hardened his gaze milliseconds after it passed over his face. Water he had power over. But tar?
The blaze of water launched at him, and Gaeroq slowed his perception of time with an actual and taxing exertion of will. He shot straight up, feeling the shadows lift him from gravity once more. The water hit his legs hard, still moving at near imperceptible speeds, sending him flying backwards as well as upwards, but now that he was in the air, he had his advantage.
At the speed of shadow, and against the pain in his legs from the force of the liquid, he launched down towards his opponent, walking on shade millimeters above the stream of water. Time felt near frozen as he headed directly towards his opponent; he was on a straight path towards his opponent. He could see the glazed look of insanity in his opponent's eye, the individual drops of water in the massive geyser. The wisps of smoke that curled still, seemingly immune to time itself, and the thick, slow pops of surface tension on the tar, which was truly to be his salvation against the living power of water.
Then, with a slight incline of one heel, he actually went above and to the right, a few inches from a direct collision with his opponent, which he felt would be a useless effort, anyhow. He stepped up, and over his opponent, coming around behind his head, but, instead of actually striking at the water-born opponent, he focused all of his power in positioning himself for striking the ground at his adversary's feet.
He poised, frozen behind his opponent, turning in mid-air as he gathered his legs under him, positioning himself vertically, and then thrusting downward with a force of will and speed that sent him slamming into the stone, which had to've been being weakened by millenia of drifting in the tar pit. Sure enough, It began to crack easily from the sudden burst of force, and as he continued his heavy drive, the platform began to splinter.
Tapping back onto the shadows, lighter than air, once more, he retreated to one of the thickest rocks near his opponent, to prepare for his opponent's next onslaught of water (if he did not fall into the morass). His eyes glimmered with the wisp of an ironic smile, before he gathered his neutral look again.
If he couldn't beat water on land, he would drown it.

Joe has regretfully conceded the tournament.

Gaeroq Def. Mickabee