SSJwrestler

[OOC: Team sounds great! I'm not gonna make them the biggest challenge, so we can get things moving, but I'll do my best. Should be fun! Let's get started.]

Slightly stunned at the ease with which Ulgar swung his heavy axe, Sir Gendan hesistated in his reaction and almost paid dearly. However, he was able to raise his kite sheild in defense in time, but the impact of Ulgar's blow moved him many feet backwards and caused him to slightly lose his balance. This meant no counter attack from his mace. "Damn!" Sir Gendan cursed himself, he had missed his opportuntity. Ulgar now stood where he had come down form his assault and waited for Sir Gendan to ready himself.

"You know warrior, you swing that axe with a mighty force, but you will lose. I had the power of God on my side and I will not be defeated." Sir Gendan roared. He then raised his shield, which was restingon the ground, and lunged forward with his mace ready to strike. As he neared Ulgar, he lowered his stance and swung his mae upwards with tremendous force. He prepared himself for the impact...

losthellhound

[OOC: nice to get some other teams commentary too, either cheering, jeering, or just contemplating their battles against who is fighting]

Knights, always talking about god, never paying attention

Ulgar waited till the last minute, a well calculated look of shock on his face, then as the knight moved past his centre of balance Ulgar knew his time was now. Sidestepping the blow, he kept the haft of his axe against the ground and forced it against the knight's leg as he dove past..

Ego..

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Dixie

'Nice move,' Nienna thought, arching an eyebrow as the oversized brute swung his axe toward the unsuspecting knight.

Leaning over to Ageha, Nienna whispered something to which Ageha nodded and smirked icily.

Lila cheered and whooped unreservedly, commanding an irritated stare from Ageha. Nienna laughed warmly and turned back to the tournament.

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SSJwrestler

From Team Ohtar's area a loud gasp was heard from Aranel, who was seated cross-legged with her back leaning up against a standing Elrohir's legs. She was rather shocked at how swiftly the large man maneuvered around the knights attack.

"AHH!" An ear piercing cry of pain escaped Sir Gendan as he fell to the ground, dropping his shield and mace and clutching his right knee.

The warriors knee had been dislocated by the blow from the axe's shaft, and the leg now lay in a verr peculiar position.

With smal tears of pain forming in his eyes, Sir Gendan cast off his helmet and picked up his mace as he turned to face Ulgar.

"This can't be!" he grunted as he attempted to stand with the aid of his mace. All the while the cat- judge had come to ringside ans began counting the KO " 1, 2, 3.."

"I am Sir Gendan." the knight continued to grunt as a stuggle to get up, he was now on his good knee. "I won't be defeated by the likes of you!"

"6,7,8.." the judge continued to count.

Then, with one more final effort and a deafening roar, Sir Gendan stood on his bad leg. It crumpled underneath his wieght and he fell to the ground.

"9, 10. You're done! Ulgar from team Dragoon wins!" the judged announced to the crowd. The spectators roared their approval for Ulgars great move. " Teams! Please send you're next fighters out to the ring."

Two members of the Lancelot team came onto the raised battle ground to move Sir Gendan back to the side. Now one member stood at the edge of the ring.

" I am Father Devonis of Team Lancelot. I am ready for battle."

losthellhound

Ulgar walks back to the Dragoon cordon with his arms raised in victory, watching several thousand bets being paid or lost. Thomas watches with pride and claps Ulgar on the shoulder and hands him a waterskin.

Watching the portly father walk out onto the arena floor Thomas looks with concern. Leaning over to his son he whispers..

"I can't fight him. He trained me for a time, and Im sure he remembers how to trounce me"

Before he can speak more though he notices his wife has already crossed the line into the arena branishing two daggers in her hands, her lithe figure and catlike movements causing a redoubling of cheers from the arena

"Well father.. I'm sure that you're out of practise" she purrs. "but shall we dance?"

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

" Me? Out of practice? Wat gave you that idea my young lady? I am healthy as a mule and I have the strength of five men." the portly father replies with a big smile. " Now about that dance?"

Not waiting for the lady's reply, the father drew both swords and lunged forward in attack position. The attack came in the form of a preliminary stike from a distance and a follow up strike at a muhc closer range and much more strength.

losthellhound

katrina dances backwards, parrying the blows with backhand dagger swipes, then leaping to the side rolls and looks up with a sly smile

"was that the weight of five men and the smell of a mule?"

Not waiting for an answer she draws a third dagger and throws it at his chest

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

Devonis has no time to block Katrina's attack because it was so fast, so instead the priest moves to the side and lets the dagger take up residence high in his right arm. Smiling back at Katrina without even a look of pain on his face, Devonis replies. "You fight good for a woman, although you know....it is as the good Lord says...MEN ARE DOMINANT!"

With this Devonis, drops his sword from his now useless right hand and lunges at Katrina with a left backhanded sword attack.

losthellhound

Katrina ducks back but is caught in the shoulder by the tip of the blade, spraying blood and lurching her to one side. The wound could have been worse, even fatal, but the damage was done.

Deciding that a ranged or even far attack was useless against the sword, Katrina decides to use a less conventional tactic. Summoning all the strength she can she leaps and grabs onto the large man's armor, tackling him over and retaining a firm hold on his clothing, a dagger held against him... waiting for the resulting fall backwards...

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Dixie

"That's right! Show that chauvinist bastard who's in charge!" Lila whooped, leaning forward in her seat.

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scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

MexicanOnABike

cool concept.. too bad i'm not into rpgs.

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SSJwrestler

"It's over!" Amras said in his usual calm voice. Both Elrohir and Aranel looked up at him with looks of cofusion. "The priest is about to gvie."

Team Ohtar returned their attention to the ring to see if Amras's prediction was correct.

Devonis fell with a large thump to the ground, Katrina stil clinging to his chest with all her strength, her dagger still held closely against the knights neck, putting pressure not only on is throat but on his wound his her arm.

"AAHHH!" Devonis screamed in pain as he landed on the ring floor. As soon as he hit, his body became limp and no more words escaped his mouth. He had been knocked out by the schock of the great attack.

The entire crowd lay quiet for a second, letting what they just saw sink in before erupting with great applause. Over in Team Ohtar's corner, Amras lgihtly said "Told you so!"

Team Lancelot looked on in amazement as their second comrade fell and the half-cat judge announced Team Dragon's victory. This time they decided they were going to wait for the Dragoon's to send out their next fighter first.

losthellhound

Katrina took her time getting back to the Dragoon cordon, drinking in the cheers and applause. By the time she got back there were several clerics waiting to tend to her wounds. Thomas spoke briefly to his son before going to his wife's side to congratulate her.

Simon stepped up to the Lancelot cordon unarmed and bare handed. bowing deeply.

"Send who you will knights. They will return bloodied and weaponless. I do so not in anger, nor in malice, but in duty."

Then, crossing the field to the centre of the arena he sits crosslegged, head bowed in meditation.

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

Without a second thought, Lade Catherine steps forward, away from her team, and makes her way to the center of the ring where Simon is seated. With only a warm look ay her opponent, Catherine heaves her heavy ball in chain into position and readies herself for battle.

The cat-judge steps forward and says " Fighters ready? Begin!"

Immediately Catherine begins to swing her ball and chain over top of her head at an alarming speed, gethering energy for her first attack. At this time, she is about 15 feet away from Simon, just a litle bit out of range for a vertical attack, so she takes a few steps forward and begins to bring the heavy ball down on top of Simon.

losthellhound

Simon does not need to look up, nor even open his eyes from meditation. With a calm grace he rolls to the side, letting the heavy ball crash down where he was seated. Standing slowly, he stretches his arms languishly and tilts his head.

"This should prove interesting."

Then leaping forward, lands precariously on the ball of Catherine's weapon, still imbeded in the ground, and leaps again into a flying kick aimed at her head

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

Still not saying a word, Catherine watches as Simon flys gracefully at her head. However, before he is able to land his blow, Catherine takes the end of the chain that is in her hand and throws in on the same path that Simon is travellling.

The attack is not meant to hurt Simon, just to make him veer off his current path. Thus allowing her to sidestep the blow.

losthellhound

reaches out and catches the chain, falling with it gracefully. Now with the ball of the weapon in the ground and the chain firmly in his hands he pulls with all his strength, trying to wretch the weapon from Catherine

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

[OOC: I think this is the part where you knock me down.]

Unable to believe the move that Simon has just made, Katherine easily loses grip of her weapon and also is pulled off balance by the strength with which her opponent pulled her weapon.

losthellhound

[OOC: okay, lets finish it and get on with the next teams]

Simon wretches the weapon from her and leaps forward in a flying kick, connecting with her jaw

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

dragonhawk

[OOC: Hey, how about some way for the "real" matches to decide who wins outside of the roleplaying? Maybe flip a coin even. Then we can act out "turns" through messages.

Oh, I know. Each "turn" we do a online coin flip. Then we act out that turn, knowing who has the advantage. Maybe the best 3 out of 5 turns or more to determine who wins that match?

Just a thought. I am pretty stubborn, and think my fighters are better than everyone and can't lose. I would prefer someone telling me who won a round so I play fair.

What do you think? ]

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SSJwrestler

With the impact of Simon's attack, Katherine is sent soaring out of the ring and lands with a deafening thud. She rolls a few feet and comes to rest face down on the ground unconcious.

Amras who is sitting against the wall with the rest of Team Ohtar gently says, "Well he's a unique one....no weapons and still an impressive win."

"Ring out!" the judge exlcaims "And with three wins, Team Dragoon is the winner and will advance into tomorrows quarter finals. However, tournament rule do say that everyone must fight for each team in order for the match to be officially over. So let's have the last two fighters of Team Dragoon and Team Lancelot to the center of the ring!"

Thomas Dragoon made his way up to the ring, but before he could reach it, he was alarmed to see his opponent walking out of the arena with his defeated comrades.

"Um...Team Lancelot...your final fighter please. You must fight." the judge announced.

The leader of Team Lancelot, Sir Valadeen turns around to face the ring and the crowd. "I am a man who knows when he and his comrades are defeated to fight would be pointless, and I will not dishonor my team or myself in any such way. While you may see it as cowardice I am withdrawing. Good luck Team Dragoon in the rest of the tournament."

"Well...um..okay..Team Dragoon wins!" the judge announced. The crowd went wild and Thomas walked back to join the rest of his team.

"Up next we have a 3-on3 match between Team Ohtar and Team Tiger Claw. Teams please send your first fighters up to fight."

Looking around at his teammates Elrohir said "If you guys don't mind, then I am going to take the first match."

"Be our guest." the other two rang back in unison.

"Alirghty then!" the blonde headed warrior said as he amde his was up to the ring.

"Seems Team Ohtar is sending up Elrohir to fight the first match, while team Tiger Claw is sending Taka."

The two fighters met in the middle with no words. Taka had her sais drawn and a smug smile on her face, while Elrohir slowly pulled out his bo while looking dazily around at the crowd, paying his opponent no mind.

"Fighters ready? Begin!"

SSJwrestler

[OOC: Not a bad idea Dragonhawk. Let's get some input from others before deciding.]

SSJwrestler

Taka immediately attacked with a lunge at Elrohir with her sai outstrecthec. Elrohir parried the attack by drawing his bo and redirecting her attack with a sideays blow.

With her side open to attack, Elrohir immediately countered by brnging his bo down hard on her lower back.

"Ahh!" Taka yelled as she fell to her knees for a brief second, vefore getting up and moving towards Elrohir. Evidently trying to move in for a close range attack, but Elrohir would have none of it.

Before she could get in close enough, Elrohir kneeled down and attacked low on Taka's legs. She dodged the attack easily by jumping into the air, thats when she realized her mistake. As she came down to the ground, so did Elrohir's bo in a downwrd vertical attack.

The blow landed at the base of Taka's neck, and Elrohir watched as his opponent's eyes grew misty and eventually rolled slightly back into her head. She had been knocked out. Before she hit the ground Elrohir laid down his bo and caught her.

The announcer then began the count " 1,2,3..". She soon stopped though as she heard Elrohir say. "Don't bother counting, shes out for a while."

He then laid down Taka on the oposite side of the ring and made his way back to his teams corner, followed by the annuncer;s voice saying " Elrohir of Team Ohtar wins! Teams, send up your next fighters."

SSJwrestler

Sensei looked at his fallen pupil and decided to take it upon himself to get payback for his loss. He stepped onto the raised battle ground and waited for his opponent. It came in the form of a beautiful girl carring a sharp kunai and chain. Aranel had just stepped into the ring also.

"What?" Sensei exclaimed. " How dare you dishonor me by sending out your weakest member. You will pay dearly for this"

Amras and Elrohir said nothing, and rather let Aranel answer for herself. "Trust me. I'm more than enough for you"

With this, Sensei let out a battle cry that sounded like a roar of a tiger. "Insolence!" he yelled thereafter. He then brandished his metal claws and moved swiftly towards Aranel. Who stood in a relaxed stance with her kunai and chain at her side.

When he was about 10 feet from Aranel, Sensei seemed to vanish and reappeared a mere 4 feet from her on her right. Preparing to strike, he was suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and fell to one knee. "What on earth?" he a exclaimed as he looked back at his foot, which was pinned to the ground.

Aranel had used the dart on the other end of her chain to pin Senseis leather sandal to the ground and stop his attack. Now, while he was distracted, she through her Kunai at him in a boomerang style throw.

Sensei looked up in time to see the blunt end of the Kunai before it struck him between the eyes. With his, he fell with a thud t the floor and the judge began counting. Aranel looked on with a slight smile on her face.

But when the judge reached five in her count, Sensei began to stir and slowly struggled his way back up to his feet. He swayed dangerously and had a look of complete anguish on his face.

Rather than attacking, Aranel simply said " You did your best, I can respect that."

Then, Sensei fell to the ground, completely limp, and remained there while the count was completed.

Aranel heard the announcer exclaim "Team Ohtar wins again. Next fighters please, as she picked up her weapon and left the ring, passing Amras, who was headed to the ring, as she made her way back to the teams corner.

losthellhound

I agree about the idea that someone outside the match has to have some input, random or not, as to what happens

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

SSJwrestler

[OOC: Yeah, let's get through these preliminary bouts then get things going.]

SSJwrestler

Amras stepped into the ring and came face to face with Van. Van wore two swords on his back, and a look of shear hatred on his face. Then he spoke, "You know. Your team must think you're really something, they way you've been showboating during this match. But, I'm here t tell you that even though your team may advance, YOUR time is up."

"You think we're showboating?" Amras asked with a bewidlered look on his face. "We're simply up here to win. Anyways, aren't you the self-proclaimed twin sword master with the invincible twin-blade strike."

"Indeed I am!" Van yelled back, even more enraged now. " In fact, let me show it to you RIGHT NOW!"

Unsheathing his two swords, Van held them both outstretched in front of himself in a crossed fashion. He then began moving at an incredible speed towards Amras, who had drawn his own sword by this time.

When he was a mere 4 feet away from Amras, Van lunged at his opponent with both swords fully outstretched. He smiled as he awaited the impact of his attack, but it never came.

Amras had dodged both swords by immediately dropping to one knee, and while Van's body was completely extended and vulnerable to attack, he countered. He immediately side-stepped from underneath Van and brought the butt of his sword handle down hard on the back of his head.

All of this happened before Van had even had time to regain his balance, so he fell to the ground unconcious. The judge started the count, " 1,2,3."

"8.9.10. He's out. Team Ohtar wins and will advance to tomorrows quarter finals." the judges announcement was accompanied by a great roar from the crowd.

"Arrogant fool." Amras exclaimed as he took one last look back at Van while walking back to his team. "So much talent wasted because of overconfidance and pride."

Amras was greeted warmly by his teammates and they sat together as they awaited the match between Team Disgrace and Team Nutsy.

Amarth

[OOC: Uh, guys? Might I make a reccomendation? Why don't we all post our bouts at once and take it as a given that they're happening at different times. Would make us not have to wait so long... plus I'm bored. Zat okay?]

Dixie

ooc: sounds good

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SSJwrestler

[OOC: Sounds perfect to me. Let's get his tourney started!]

bloodyambflint

The girls of team Disgrace *finally* step up. Annika is obviously the leader. They all walk in line to the edge of the field, and stop. Claudia bares her fangs and cracks her knuckles. Annika runs her fingers across the edge of her sword. Freya stands and winks at all the lads watching, pulling up her skirt to finger the hilt of her dagger in its buckle on her thigh. dara just looks pissed [as usual].

suddenly a piercing cry is heard from the opposite end. the girls look at eachother, and Claudia springs into the air, nails bared. Out of the darkness on the other side a shadowy ninja-freak demon springs, landing occasionally to spring back up into the air.

in mid-air they meet, claudia yelling, and she pulls her hand back and scratches him across the face. still clinging to him, they fall to the ground. he tries to out-run her but her catlike reflexes keep her right on his tail. He turns and pulls out a long bamboo pole, smacking her across the face with it and drawing blood.

Team Disgrace gasps. Freya laughs and purrs, 'shouldn'ta done that!'

Claudia stops and touches her hand to her face, her eyes glowing like fire. she smirks and licks the blood off her hand as the gash heals instantly. Then, with a banshee-like scream, she launches off the ground again, bearing down on him with her nails and sinking her fangs into his neck while simultaneously sinking her nails into his chest and back. pulling down, she rips the jugular. After this small taste of blood, she reluctantly pulls back, licking her lips.

As her team members cheer, she walks slowly back to them, turning around and smiling down at the twitching drained ninja-freak demon.

Amarth

[OOC: I think instant healing is probably borderline magic...]

bloodyambflint

"Good job, little one." Freya purrs as she pats Claudia's golden curly head. Claudia glares at her and runs her hand over her cheek, where there is a tiny scar.
Annika nods"Right, good Claudia. just remember, you're not invincible. only tiny cuts will heal on you. so don't get cocky.'
'ugh...i WONT! i won, didn't i?!' the little girl says, irritated.
dara rolls her eyes and notices another shadowy ninja-freak demon step into the center of the field, standing motionless.
[ooc: oh yeah, this team that i'm apparently fighting against is made up of all shadowy ninja-freak demons with different skills. okay]
she stops in front of him. he bows. she nods her head curtly.
a voice is heard: 'fighters....begin!' and they step back together, and suddenly quick as lighting are fighting. the ninja demon chooses offense first, and dara defends herself calmly, hoping to tire him out. but he keeps coming mercilessly on, never seeming to tire. this upsets dara and she finally breaks out her real moves. when he finally stops his incessant barrage of kicks and grabs that she blithely defends, she jumps into the air and delivers a tough roundhouse, clocking him on the side of the face. he falls back and gets back up, and she tries to trap his arms. But he counters her, twisting her shoulder until there is a loud pop, and she falls backwards into the dirt. she jumps up, then swan-dives into the dirt, tackling his legs and causing him to fall.

straddling him, she plants her knees on the inside of the elbows ofhis struggling arms. she then delivers a sound chop to his throat and he stops, holding his hands up to signify a surrender.

the voice comes again, 'once again, Disgrace beats Nutsy! back to your corner'
She jumps up and brushes off her knees, smiling only a little, and walks back to her team, rubbing her shoulder.

Amarth

Cat lady stepped to the center of her ring with her microphone. "Alright now! Team Light will face off against team Dim! Will each team please send one fighter to the ring!" Amarth and Matt were paying little attention to the announcer and didn't hear their name called. As usual, they were fighting.

"This is a waste of my time!" said Amarth. "You're the one I wanna fight!"

"Any time any where tough guy," replied Matt.

Team Dim's representative had already stepped into the ring. His name was Gargoth. He was a large man, standing about seven feet, wielding a huge battle axe. "Look at these weaklings. They can't even coordinate their efforts and they expect to beat us!"

"Last I checked this was a one on one fight you fool!" spoke Amarth as he stepped into the ring.

As he climbed in Eldaire spoke to Heero. "I would almost rather the big guy win this match so that Amarth would learn his lesson. Buuuut, I don't think it's gonna happen today."

"Indeed," replied Heero.

"Weakling. I will crush you!" taunted Gargoth.

"You stupid fool."

"Fighers to your positions! Ready?! Begin!"

Gargoth swung his huge axe at Amarth. Amarth made no movements. As the axe hit him, he was suddenly gone. Gargoth looked around in cofusion. He caught eyes with Matt who made a motion towards Gargoth's back. Before Gargoth could turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He looked down and saw a sword sticking out of his chest.

"No!" shouted Eldaire. "That's not how we fight Amarth!"

"Relax oh noble one. I missed his vitals he's fine. Just in excrutiating pain." Amarth grinned a bit watching Gargoth squirm on the ring floor. "Weakling." Amarth kicked him hard and sent him rolling out of the ring.

Cat lady jumped back onto the ring. "Ring out! Winner... Team Light!" Amarth quietly walked back out of the ring. He gave Matt a wicked look with a sly grin.

"You beat me last time Matt, but as you can see I've been training. I'm taking you down after this."

"You're not the only one who trains you know."

"Hmph."

bloodyambflint

OOC: eep RPG faux pas eh? i havent done anything of this sort since i was like 15. BUT we have fixed her, my precious. only teeny cuts heal and even those leave scars. ACTUAL hurty things actually hurt her. sorry sorry sorry. -_-;

dragonhawk

"Team Gigantor vs. The Jesters" yells the announcer.

Out into the ring, walks one of the tallest men, if you can call him that, ever seen. Weilding a club the size of a tree.

"I am Trollken" yells the man, "Where are puny clowns?" in his most Hulk like voice.

Harliquin looks up and the standing mountain and looks over at Tragedy, who is a mountain in his own right.

Smilling, Harliquin says "Tragedy, go knock him down to size..."

Tragedy stands up, and picks up his hammer TREE.

Walking out into the ring, the announcer says "Are you ready?"

Tragedy nods.

Trollken starts to say something. Suddenly he screams in pain. "Get them off, Get them off!"

Dropping his weapon and tearing off all of his armor he runs from the ring. The closet spectators can see the large red welts froming on his skin as he runs past.

Suddenly the rest of the Gigantors start screaming too... All running for the nearest water.

Harliquin turns to Prankster. "What did you do?"

"Honey, they shouldn't leave there armor unattended. Who knows what kind of critters can crawl into it?" she says with a smile.

The announcer comes back after a while, "Team Gigantor is unable to continue and has withdrawn. The Jesters advance!"

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"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

bloodyambflint

The loudspeaker announces Disgrace v. Nutsy once again.
Freya uncrosses her legs, tosses her long red hair behind her shoulder, and stands up. She walks to the center of the ring, hips swaying, to meet the next shadowy ninja-freak demon, who is holding two throwing daggers attached to chains.

He glares at her, she winks and pouts her lips, her hair dazzling in the sunlight. He doesn't seem effected. She plants her feet, one hand on her thigh.

"Teams ready...GO!"

The ninja-demon immediately throws one of the daggers, as Freya throws out her arm. The chain wraps around her arm, the dagger pointing down.
"Oh, no!" she sighs. "Looks like I'm caught!"
Annika chuckles from her side of the field.
Suddenly, quicker than anybody can tell, Freya pulls out one of the daggers from its buckle across her thigh. It glints in the sun for a moment before cutting through the chain like butter. The dagger falls harmless to the ground, and she picks it up and, holding it by the blade, twirls what is left of the chain on her end in a circle, before throwing it with all her might at the ninja-freak demon.
It catches him right above the shoulder, piercing exactly through the cloth without touching him at all, though he wears his shirt tight. The force of the throw repels him backwards.
*THUNK*
the dagger embeds itself into a wooden post, and the ninja-freak cries out and struggles. He rips the cloth of his shirt and tries to get the dagger out of the wood, but it is embedded up to the hilt. He turns and looks at Freya, fury in his eyes.
She giggles and waggles her fingers.
Screaming, he takes out the other dagger and runs towards her. As he is running, he throws it at her.
She jumps into the air to dodge it, the chain passing underneath her, and when she falls back down, she grabs the chain which is now between her legs.
Apparently, she is much stronger than the ninja thought. His momentum is thrown off and he stumbles. She yanks the chain and pulls him to her [the chains are attached to a gauntlet on his arm which cannot come off]
Pressing her face against his, she smiles and whispers "Looks like I've got you now, huh?"
He doesn't know what she means until he notices that her dagger, which so easily cut through his chain, is positioned in between his legs, at a very *ahem* sensitive area. He begins to sweat.
"Now you can make this real easy for me. You're gonna turn around."
He does.
"You're gonna take off your shirt."
He does.
"Now this'll only hurt a smidge..."
Taking her dagger, she makes a long slash down the middle of his back, only cutting the surface. He screams in pain.
Then she makes two horizontal slashes next to it, making a huge F on his back.
She pulls him close to her again, avoiding getting blood on her dress. She puts her chin on his shoulder and nestles against his neck, purring:"Now you'll remember me forEVER. Oh...I think this is when you give up."
She lets him go and he falls into the dirt, weeping.
"And this round goes to Team Disgrace!"
Freya walks back to her team, chuckling.

"That Freya..." Annika sighs. "She has a way with men."

Dixie

Her ears pricking up in eager anticipation at the sound of her team’s name being called over the loudspeaker, Serendice runs her fingers slowly over the smooth hilt of her sword.

“Team Lahrien vs. Team Rivendell!” The crackling voice rings through the arena.

Serendice steps into the ring. She is always the first of the girls to battle, as she is the eldest and feels she has earned it.

Kneeling with her tremendous sword vertically implanted in the earth before her, she lowers her head against the hilt for a moment in silent meditation, then raises up to meet her opponent. A dark, foreboding elf dressed entirely in black steps proudly into the ring, clutching in one hand a long iron staff.

When the elf stops a few feet from Serendice, she breathes in deeply and lunges. The elf brings the rod up horizontally to block Serendice’s attack, but Serendice drops at the last second and whips the sword across the elf’s ankles, causing him to topple over and drop his staff. Before he can recover it, Serendice is on top of him, bringing the giant sword down with surprising precision and control considering its size. At the last moment, she flicks her wrist and hits the elf across the head with the hilt of the sword, knocking him out instantly.

Swinging the sword around, she sheathes it and returns to her companions while the elf is dragged from the ring.

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Dixie

Nienna arched one flawless eyebrow as Serendice returned from the ring. Then, in one fluid motion, she flung her bow over her shoulder and strolled calmly into the arena.
Her opponent waited pretentiously, arms crossed, ears twitching.
Nienna smiled. The elf she was about to face had not yet seen the bow on her back and was unaware that she would fall before she could move in for any close range attacks.

At the signal from the catwoman, Nienna drew her bow, snapped one arrow into place, and let it fly before the opposing elf could move to draw her own weapon.
The arrow lodged itself in the elf’s right shoulder and she stumbled backwards, tears welling in her eyes. Unable to draw her weapon, she fell to her knees in pain.

The catwoman counted and the elf’s team members rushed out to attend to her.

“That was too easy,” Nienna sighed, slowly returning to her team.

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[OOC: Battles sound great so far guys. Thanks for keeping this thing going and for all your patience. I really appreciate it.]