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| Paci-FIST! vs. The Beefcake; Wabba and LMG | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 15 2012, 11:15 AM (903 Views) | |
| Cewebwalz | Dec 15 2012, 11:15 AM Post #1 |
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Participants: Glides-On-Ruin (WabbaJacked) - Neil Bremer (LMGtheV) Rules: Non lethal, post-counter battle format, similar to this. The grader is either Zilabus or ManBearPig, seeing as I'm too involved to decide. If the battle is not over (i.e. one of you hasn't posted) for two days, whoever posted is the winner, and if neither of you posts, both of your characters die. There shall be five posts by both of you before the battle ends. There shall be no wager, unless the grader is satisfied enough to reward one to the winner. Feel free to submit defeat anytime. The battle starts in the cellar, and all of the other characters have backed up far enough to allow you two to fight in peace. It continues from LMG's last post, however, Wabba is allowed to rectify LMG's earlier godmod. He can decide whether or not he gets hit by the bat, basically. There shall be no post order, and no word limit. Anything goes as long as the other character isn't dead or crippled. Revision - The grader decides how injured Glides and Neil are, the events taking place in the RP don't take precedence. Tips: Godmodding is allowed, clearly. Control their character to your hearts content. Use your own and their special to your advantage, as well as their character biography linked in their signatures. Give and take gets you brownie points, if you RP demolishing their character with no damage to your own, chances are you aren't going to win. |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 11:31 AM Post #2 |
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"That is my better idea." *THWACK* The blow came accidentally from out of nowhere, just as Glides-On-Ruin had finished his speech. He half-way fell against the wall, regaining his bearings and standing back up before hitting the ground. Glides-On-Ruin felt a foreign object in his mouth, and quickly spit it out. It made a clacking sound as it hit the combination of concrete and wooden floor. It was Glides-On-Ruin's bloody canine tooth. That was it. Something in the pacifist tribal snapped, and his years of nonviolence meant completely nothing to him at that moment. Glides-On-Ruin drew his Deer Antler Hatchet and made a swift twirling motion with it and he pulled a rusted arrow from its quiver and held it in his left hand, tip facing Neil. The others in this Spirit-forsaken hole backed up to the walls, giving Glides-On-Ruin a clear path to Neil, who had backed away with a stunned, guilty look on his face. If Neil wanted forgiveness, he wouldn't be getting a sliver of it from Glides-On-Ruin. Glides-On-Ruin closed the distance quickly, using his charge as momentum for an overhead strike with his hatchet and a straight stab to Neil's abdomen. Neil would have to choose which to block with his cumbersome club, and he'd have to choose quickly. |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 12:41 PM Post #3 |
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Neil, seeing the small tribal get back up, was sure that the peaceful shaman would forgive him for his accident. Spitting something, out, he rose with a furious look in his eyes. Raising an eyebrow, Neil was thinking that the tribal was ready for a rumble, as he then equipped his weird axe with a flowery twirl. Neil, bat still in hand, shook his head. Of course. The tribal, in a wild battle stance, charged at him with the axe in his right hand and an arrow in his left. Neil, bracing for the impact, stood his ground. As he came closer, Neil began to hear the ancient battle song of his people , filling his body with the spirit of those before him. The tribal was right in front of him. Letting out a ferocious roar, Neil grabbed the axe-bearing arm, and swatted away the arrow with his bat. The small body of the tribal hadn't generated enough force to knock him back, leaving them both standing there. Neil, seeing an opening, swept his foot and threw him forward, sending him crashing down on the cold concrete floor, the tribal's axe falling from his hand from the impact. Neil now had the upper hand, being on top of the small tribal, pinning his legs with his body. Neil then brought his right forearm down on the tribal's neck, choking him, and wrestling the arrow out of his left hand with the other. |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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Glides-On-Ruin watched his hatchet skid away from him helplessly. He felt the air being drained from him, and looked up at Neil, who's facial expression was somewhere between pissed and happy that he was choking the small tribal. Glides-On-Ruin let the blood that had collected in his mouth from the hole where his tooth once was, and spat it on Neil's glasses and face. The squeemish Neil jumped up quickly, trying to get the thickened red blood from his face and glasses. Glides-On-Ruin was still under Neil, who was standing above him with his feet planted on either side of him. Glides-On-Ruin, after collecting his breath, brought up his right leg, swiftly kicking Neil in between the legs with his license plate armored shin. The blow was hard enough that Neil would be able to read the 'Michigan' from the license plate's raised lettering on his testicles. Glides-On-Ruin then scampered back to his feet quickly as Neil clutched his injured junk and fell to his knees, wheezing and coughing. Glides-On-Ruin pulled the rebar bow from his back and rested it on his shoulder, looking down at Neil. The bow was brought to a swinging position, and Glides-On-Ruin swung it downward with all the force his body could muster, straight for Neil's exposed jaw. |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 05:23 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: AHA! Mr. Wabba, I have you know that Neil wears glasses with lenses! Just check my first post in the RP! And, sir, if you are bellow me, AS I PREVIOUSLY STATED, THEN IT IS UNLIKLEY THAT IT WOULD GET IN MY EYES! HAHAHA! YOUR WORLD IS FALLING APART! I am declaring your post invalid!)) |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 05:58 PM Post #6 |
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((OOC: Neil who had still gotten GoR's blood on his glasses, and would have been unable to see through them. He'd also have blood on his face, which I'm sure he wouldn't enjoy. Since he would be unable to see through his bloodily glasses, I'm declaring you declaration of invalidity invalid!)) |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 06:59 PM Post #7 |
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((OOC: HE COULD'VE TAKEN THEM OFF! RE INVADLIDATION)) |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 07:10 PM Post #8 |
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((OOC: Then he wouldn't be able to see. It's a Catch-22! RE DECLARATION OF INVALIDITY ON YOUR DECLARATION OF INVALIDITY. NOW QUIT YOUR BITCHING AND POST LIKE A MAN, YOU RAPSCALLION!)) |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 07:47 PM Post #9 |
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The tribal, ever the wiley cheater, spat blood into Neil's face, covering his glasses in blood. Torn between keeping his arm over the tribal, and taking off his glasses, Neil was about to make his decision, when suddenly he felt a great force between his legs. A terrible pain grew in his balls and stomach, causing Neil to haunch over in pain, giving the tribal an opening for escape. Nothing out of the ordinary for Neil. The Madame had a similar move she used when he was being disobedient....except he remebered her kicks to be more powerful.... Still reeling, Neil could see the tribal holding something in the corner of his eye. Falling foreward, Neil's hand feel on something-the axe. Cringing, he looked up at the tribal, who had his bow resting on his shoulder. Fighting the pain, he closed his eyes. Trying to focus, he looked back up to see his opponent holding the bow in a much more aggressive mannor. Snapping to his senses for a split second, he grabbed the axe, blade facing Neil, and with all his strength, brought the blunt end up between Glides-On-Ruin's legs, returning the favor. This burst of energy was short lived, and Neil returned to his hernia; the tribal fell to his knees directally in front of him. Really feeling the pain now, Neil vomited on the floor. Looking up at his opponent, Neil, between breaths said: "Doesn't feel too good, huh?" |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 08:16 PM Post #10 |
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The unprepared Glides-On-Ruin fell to the ground quickly, hitting his head on the concrete. His head bounced off quickly, but his vision was blurred, and he did his best to fight Neil on the ground. The two of them did their best to exchange weak, tired blows. But the two did very little damage to each other with their half-hearted punches. Glides-On-Ruin then searched his quiver for an arrow, and pulled another of the rust tipped shafts out. He stabbed for Neil's leg, pushing the arrow into Neil's thigh before he pushed Glides-On-Ruin off of him with ease. Regaining most of his vision, Glides-On-Ruin searched the concrete floor for his hatchet, and pulled up into a fighting stance when he found its grip. Glides-On-Ruin saw that Neil had done the same with his bat. The two of them stared each other down, a clear, open space between all the people in this damned hole was between them. Glides-On-Ruin repeated the charge he had done before, sans distracting arrow. Glides-On-Ruin ran straight for him with an overhead strike, hoping to connect this time against the tired, weakened Neil. |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 08:45 PM Post #11 |
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Wiping the vomit from his mouth, Neil looked over to see the tribal slam his head on the concrete. Using this to his advantage, Neil attacked him, but he was not hitting as hard as usual. At a point, they were in a stalemate, exchanging frail blows; until the tribal jabbed him in the leg with an arrow. It didn't go in too deep, but it broke the skin none the less. Something about this angered Neil, filling him with a rage that this kid was willing to stab him with a rusty arrow to gain victory. The tribal had run to the corner to grab his weapon; Neil snapped the arrow in half and went to retrieve his bat. Gripping it in both hands, a fire brewing inside him, he saw that the tribal had recycled his tactic from the beginning and was about to charge him. Once again bracing for the impact, Neil stood with his legs firmly planted. The tribal charged, axe in air, his eyes wild. Instead of grabbing the axe this time, he decided to do something different. When the tribal was about to strike, Neil slammed his bat against his side exposed by his raised arm, a horendous crack ringing out through the pit, the tribal spinning as he fell to the ground. Putting his right foot on the tribal's neck, Neil reached down and grabbed the axe. "I'm fucking tired of this thing!" Holding it by the hilt, Neil threw it above, out of the basement, and soaring on to the sand above, making it impossible for the tribal to retrieve it. |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 09:31 PM Post #12 |
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His side burning with pain, and the wind knocked from him, Glides-On-Ruin looked like he was down for the count. On top of that, that rat bastard, Neil, had put his foot on the tribal's throat. Still full of the fiery rage that had caused him to charge Neil in the first place, Glides-On-Ruin clenched his fist tightly and smashed the half an arrow deep into Neil's leg with his fist. This hammer-and-nail like attack cause Neil to scream out in pain, jumping from the tribal's throat. Weakly, Glides-On-Ruin pulled himself up, taking in a deep breath. Glides-On-Ruin reached for his close by rebar bow, still lying there from his last attack with it. Neil had calmed his screaming, but he was still trying to pull the arrow from his leg. Glides-On-Ruin took the rebar bow in a picking up/attacking motion and swung quickly for Neil's uninjured leg. The rebar connected, a cracking sound emitting loudly in the concrete pit. The tribal's rebar bow had bent just enough for him to make a clean sweep through, and Neil fell to his knees, unable to get up with a torn muscle in one leg and a broken shin in the other. Continuing his clean swipe all the way through, Glides-On-Ruin used his saved up speed and energy to turn on the ball of his foot and lower the piece of rebar straight for Neil's exposed throat in one fluid motion. |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 15 2012, 10:50 PM Post #13 |
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After being stabbed in the leg with another fucking arrow, and his other leg being sprained by the rebar, Neil was in some shit; but he still had plenty of fight left in him. Kneeling there, he saw the tribal spinning in front of him. Harnessing the remaining strength in his left leg, he spang forward, wraping his arms around the tribal's core, and slammed into one of the concrete walls. Pinning the tribal against the wall, Neil thrusted his head upward into his opponent's jaw, the upward force also smashing the tribal's head against the wall. His arms still wraped around his opponent, Neil thrust himself (and the tribal) sideways, making sure to land on the side he had struck with the bat earlier. Both of them on the ground, and the tribal disoriented form the blow to the jaw and head, Neil began to strike the tribal's injured side with his fists until his own hands ached. The tribal, writhing in pain, didn't seem to be doing anything tricky at the moment, so Neil reached to his left where he had dropped his bat, eyes never leaving the tribal. If there's one thing Neil could take from this whole experience, it's that he learned a new move. Spinning the bat around, Neil brought the blunt handle over the tribal's knee, and with all of his might, brought it down, causing a terrible crunch to emit from his knee. Much like the vigilante before him, the tribal let out a blood curdling cry that must've been heard from miles around. |
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| Wabbajacked | Dec 15 2012, 11:21 PM Post #14 |
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After being tackled, Neil attempted to preform a similar attack with his bat that Glides-On-Ruin did with his arrow. The tribal used his hand to stop the bat from hitting his knee, a cracking sound ringing out at the breaking of his finger. Glides-On-Ruin then used his hand position to jam the bat upwards, connecting with Neil's jaw. This attack brought Neil back to his knees, and Glides-On-Ruin slid his back up the wall quickly, then used his standing position to send his license plate armored shin to kick Neil in the throat. The tribal use this window of opportunity to make a short sprint for his bow, the pain in his sides growing by the second. Glides-On-Ruin picked up the bow and drew an arrow from his quiver in one motion. He aimed the arrow dead for Neil's chest just as he'd gotten up. There was a good 15 feet between the tribal and and Neil, who was unarmed with two injured knees. If he took even a step, Glides-On-Ruin would send an arrow clean through his throat. Glides-On-Ruin was tired of this fight, however. He'd had enough of Neil matching his every attack, so when the tribal had the chance, no matter how cold blooded, he took it. Glides-On-Ruin let the string go, the arrow closing the distance in a fraction of a second, piercing Neil's gut. Though disgusted with himself, Glides-On-Ruin recognized that this cheap shot was necessary against an opponent that just wouldn't stop fighting. Glides-On-Ruin drew another arrow, ready to let it go at Neil's slightest movement towards the tribal or his own weapons. |
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| LMGVagabond | Dec 16 2012, 12:04 AM Post #15 |
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((OOC:Do to irreconcilable differences between WJ and I, I shall present an alternate version of events. I suppose the grader will decide which one of our posts is more viable.)) ((OOC x2: Sorry, sleep brain at work here.)) After smashing the tribal's kneecap, Neil, still furious from the events that had traspired over the past few minutes, grabbed the Tribal by the neck and slammed him against the concrete wall. Still holding him by the neck, Neil scowled at him. He may have struk first on accident, but the whole situation had gotten too far out of hand. Contemplating whether or not to fight any longer, Neil didn't have to make that choice. The tribal drew an arrow and quickly jabbed it at Neil's gut, sticking it into his flank. Without hesitation, Neil punched him directally at his face, crushing his head between Neil's fist and the concrete wall. His head slumping foreward, the tribal appeared to be out cold. Neil's knuckles were bleeding both from that and the furious beating his gave his side earlier. Neil, looking at the tribal, shook his head and then looked back at the group. Beginning to stand, he took a step, about to reach his feet, before colapsing on the floor in a heap. Breathing heavilly, he closed his eyes: it had been a long day. Nothing before in his life had been more strenuous than fighting that tribal, and he damn sure wouldn't swing his bat so haphazardly in the future. He also seemed to need a doctor. Badly. |
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