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| Manny Allen vs. Jarl Sinclare; Cattiebrie vs. Fablemerc | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 20 2010, 10:15 AM (290 Views) | |
| Run4 | Jul 20 2010, 10:15 AM Post #1 |
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Iron Crow
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Round 1 Manny Allen (Cattiebrie) vs. Jarl Sinclare (Fablemerc) |
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Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory) Jackal, Level 5 Glowing Ghoul. (Inventory)[/align] | |
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| Cattiebrie | Jul 20 2010, 11:25 PM Post #2 |
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Loudmouth
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Gear: Raider Club. I invented it, you can be damn sure I'll use it. ![]() Raider Blade. Come on. It's me. You really think I'll pass up the chance to use a blade. Please. Raidor RazorWire Whip. Because it's made of pure slicing awesomeness. Raider Arm Armor. Raider Spear. 10 points each, so 50 points. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| fablemerc | Jul 21 2010, 02:26 PM Post #3 |
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The Big Daddy
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My Gear Tribal Shortsword - 10pts - One Hand-It is his father's and has seen the blood of many a dead raider. Tomahawk - 10pts - One Hand-He can target those hard to reach places... Bracers & Greaves - 10pts - Armour-Bits ans pieces he found around the tent. There we go a total of 30 points. Jarl fights light ![]() |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| Cattiebrie | Jul 29 2010, 06:29 PM Post #4 |
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Loudmouth
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Manny waited in the dark waiting area. Soon, Manny would be out there fighting. Fighting was something the brunette enjoyed. The deathmatches, however, weren't. Manny would go out there and fight, and do a damn good job and hopefully win, but Manny would not enjoy killing someone. Over the years, Manny had gotten almost numbed to it, but while Manny would no longer hesitate to land the killing blow, the nightmares had never gone away. Manny hoped they never would, for as long as the nightmares still visited, it meant that Manny was still human. The day the nightmares stopped was the day that Manny would intentionally lose a fight. Manny picked up a handful of sand, letting the grains slip through pale fingers. The sand had soaked up a lot of blood over the years, and would continue to suck up still more. Manny didn't want to think about who had already died today. One of Manny's friends was fighting, and Manny didn't know which was worse- to go up against the old man, or to not, because one of them had already died. Manny shoved the thought away at a voice carrying above the loudspeaker, introducing the next fight- which Manny was in. Manny took a deep breath and entered the pit, blinking against the bright sunlight and allowing eyes used to darkness to adjust, before crossing to the middle of the ring. The other guy entered the fighting pit from the opposite side of the ring. As the two opponents approached each other warily, Manny realized that the two of them looked to be evenly matched, the nancyboy with the long golden hair a little bit shorter, a little bit slighter. Manny had worked hard for years to build muscles, so while Manny could never be considered hefty, was solid. Both had the lithe forms of runners. Judging simply by builds, it stood to reason that both of their strengths was speed and agility, and both of their major weaknesses was strength. Which was kind of helpful. And also the kind of helpful that, you know, wasn't. Manny carried the club in one hand; sword, whip and spear secured- sword tucked in Manny's belt, able to be pulled out, whip wrapped and in the brunette's left ass pocket, the handle peeking out so Manny could grab it, and the spear tucked into Manny's belt on the opposite side of the sword, flat about hip and leg, all three ready at a moment's notice. Manny had practiced 100 times a day for years now of drawing the sword, first doing it clean and slow and gradually building up speed until it was lizard fast and no less clean. Manny had also done the same with the whip, grabbing it, pulling it out and cracking it unfurled. Manny had gotten cut all to shit in that process, but damn it, Manny had learned. Manny had also practiced drawing the spear, but it wasn't as hard- it was the same motion as drawing the sword. The blonde poofter carried less weapons than Manny- a short sword and a tomahawk. Stupid, really. This wouldn't be an easy fight. But Manny had every confidence that unless the pansy got really lucky- or Manny seriously fucked up- both of which were enough within the realm of possibility to have Manny on guard against it- Manny would win. Fights were fast and close and dirty and everybody cheated to hell and back and they all knew that's what they'd do. First rule of fighting: win. Second rule: Cheat. Cheat as much as you can and don't you dare feel guilty about it. Third rule: pit your strengths against your opponent's weaknesses. Well, the first two were applicable here, but the third, really wasn't. Manny decided to make the first move, and made a wide swipe with the club. As expected, prissyboy jumped back and out of the way. As Manny made another swing with the glass and nails and barbed wire club, Manny reached for the whip and snapped it out. Manny would have to be careful to not get the two tangled up, but Manny had practiced using multiple weapons at the same time before, and had gotten adept at using the whip in conjunction with spear or sword. Manny stood with feet solidly planted but ready to rise again to run if needed, and with a flick of a wrist, the whip whistled through the air, and snapped against Blondie's shoulder, Nancy-boy tried to not jump at the pain, but didn't quite succeed. He jabbed at Manny with his short sword. Manny kept a distance between them. Manny had a long distance weapon and like hell would Manny allow sissy-pants to get in close. Blondie tried to press in closer, and Manny would step back and flick the whip again, opening the skin in a new spot- shoulder, arm, back- and every time Prissy moved at all, the wounds would open up that much more. Blondie pressed forward and Manny stepped backwards, trying to maintain distance as Manny had been doing from the moment the whip came out of Manny's pocket . This time, though, Manny's foot hit a large stone and Manny had to fight to regain balance. In that instant, everything changed. Blondie pushed his advantage, closing the distance between the two fighters, swinging his short sword in tight, controlled swings. Manny didn't want to lose the long reach that the whip gave Manny, but the truth was that a different weapon would work better now. Manny dropped the whip, drawing Manny's own sword, reaching with the right hand across Manny's body to Manny's left hip. A swipe of Blondie's sword opened up the skin on Manny's ribs, slicing through Manny's shirts. Manny hissed in pain, and then shoved the pain away, focusing on the goal at hand- kill Blondie. Manny darted forward, swing the club high and the sword low, from two different sides. Blondie might be able to block both, but chances are, at least one of them would get through. Nancypants managed to block the club, and sorta blocked the sword with his tomahawk. When the tomahawk connected with Manny's sword, Manny did a twist of the wrist, wrapping the sword around the tomahawk, and another twist sent the tomahawk flying out of Blondie's hand. Before Blondie could recover his tomahawk, Manny pressed the advantage that was back in Manny's possession, stepping in with a slash of the sword and a swing of Manny's club. As expected, the sword was blocked by Blondie's sword, and Blondie threw up a metal covered arm to stop Manny's club. Metal screeched against metal, and Manny responded to it by a kick to Blondie's stomach. Blondie stumbled backwards, and Manny pushed forward, showing no mercy. Manny attacked with crosscuts, giving Blondie chances to block one or the other, and following up with strong kicks, landing heavy blows against Blondie's stomach and ribs. Every once in a while, Blondie would manage to block one of Manny's kicks with Blondie's legs, raising them to catch Manny's kick. After the third time of that, Manny started kicking higher. Manny couldn't do the wrist twist to un-sword Blondie, but he could capture Blondie's sword long enough for Manny to land a solid roundhouse kick against Blondie's chin. Manny kept attacking, with no regret, no remorse, and no mercy. Blondie kept defending, but a fight can not be won by defense alone, and whenever Blondie tried to attack, Manny would nip it in the bud. Manny landed another roundhouse to Blondie's jaw, and this time, the jaw moved with Manny's foot. He'd managed to dislocate Blondie's jaw. Unsurprising that Manny had done it, really. The surprising part was that it had taken as long as it had. Manny really needed to focus and make sure that Manny was fighting to the best of Manny's abilities. Blondie surprised Manny with a cut straight down of his sword. Manny jumped back, but found Manny's shirts cut open again, this time right down the center. When the sword sliced cloth, the sword also caught the bindings wrapped around Manny's chest, and suddenly, Manny didn't have a secret anymore. "Shit." Manny went on the attack, refusing to try to cover herself up, and making no defense of the fact that she was a girl. Instead, she simply fought. And fought. And fought. She tore Blondie apart. First was the slices of her sword, and nasty swings of her club. Blondie could block one, but not block both, and Manny took advantage of that. She swung the club at Blondie's face, and the sword at Blondie's torso. Blondie blocked the sword and tried to duck under the club, but the club caught him along the top of his head, cutting into the skin and just about scalping him. Manny swung again, this time in reverse, and lowering her club to catch Blondie at the neck. She succeeded this time. Blondie went down, and Manny continued swinging her club at the prone figure in front of her. No thought, just pure and unadulterated rage. Blondie turned into a bloody mess. First skin disappeared, and then muscles and then the bones splintered and broke in front of her, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, it wasn't fucking enough. She'd kept her secret for years, and then this yuppie nancypants comes in and ruins it in the space of one single fight, and she had to make him pay for that. She wasn't sure when Blondie stopped fighting. She didn't know when the voice over the crackly speaker announced her to be the winner. She wasn't aware when other fighters were sent in to pull her off of Blondie. All she knew was that when she was done, he was broken before her. And it still wasn't enough. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| fablemerc | Jul 30 2010, 12:38 PM Post #5 |
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The Big Daddy
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I've just had no time over the past two weeks to post in anything let alone on this topic. Sorry brie but since I can't post until tomorrow I'm going to withdraw. |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| Run4 | Jul 31 2010, 11:23 AM Post #6 |
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Iron Crow
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Winner: Cattiebrie Good work Cattie. Just take a little while to sit back and read what you're writing in future, have a look at where detail should and shouldn't go. Seemed a little hurried. Fable, it's a shame you didn't have time, I would've liked to see what you wrote dude. |
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