Hey, just wanted a quick-fix brawl. Time-limit would be...two days to post before an auto-hit, and on the second offense an auto-kill. I'd like this to be a fairly fast-paced battle if at all possible. Rules are as follows:

-T1 turn-based combat
-No godmodding/metagaming
-Follow the basic rules of duelist conduct as stated by the site.
-Use common sense, and be willing to take hits

This is a good example of the power level(mid-tier) for this fight...

Anime League Character Tier Guidelines wrote:
Level 6 || The charisma and influence necessary to muster an army of elite soldiers, and access to the technology needed to build and operate a small space craft capable of interstellar travel (or a magic dragon from the future, whatever floats your boat). A revolutionary, extremely potent and refined control over one or several elements, usage of alchemy, ninjutsu, etc. Highly adept and skilled weapon dexterity and skill. Superhuman reflexes, speed, and agility. Able to lift 2000 lbs several times. Your powers and skills rival those of Gandalf the White, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Himura Kenshin at their best.

Any takers?

I'll take you up on this offer, if you don't mind upping it up to high-tier, and extending the limit to five days.

I kinda chose mid-tier because it is what I am familiar with. All my knowledge of high-tier combat is over-the-top crap in which both combatants have a "Who pisses that farthest" contest for the first few turns and then call in a moderator because one or the other feels that their opponent is abusing their powers or some other nonsense.

If you can give me an example of a high-tier duelist though, I can make/modify a character and damn well try.

You may have the first post, if you accept.

We can do mid-tier, that's fine, I just prefer high-tier fighting really.

As for first post, I'd rather you do it. I'm lazy.

>:3 alrighty then...I guess i'll use Sam.

Mid-tier it is then, 5-day posting limit. I'll have the first post up in an hour or two.

If it had been any other member of the Firewalker Corps. assigned to this mission, they probably would have begun blowing things up around ten hours ago. Staring at a run-down, snow-covered town somewhere in a lesser known backwoods settlement in Russia was not exactly the most exciting job in the world. Intelligence had suggested that the target would be passing through around...Sam checked the clock provided by his heads-up display and scowled, realizing that the target was late for their assassination.

With a sigh, Sam adjusted the internal temperature of his HOUND armor with a whispered voice-command and resumed staring through the scope of his M38. It was snowing, and after twelve hours of motionless sentry duty the firewalker was covered in a thin coating of the stuff. It would not have mattered, for laying against the top of a building as he was, there was little to no chance anyone below would notice Sam unless he moved.

There were only two other buildings of comparable size(all three a mere two stories in height) in the dead town, both facing one another on opposite sides of the street Sam currently had his sights on. The shells of two or three cars had been covered in snow and the crushed and hollow remains of several buildings remained, although similarly sheathed in opalescent frost. Sam had to refrain from sighing once more and was about to shake off the snow coating his armor when the HOUND's radar picked up movement at the edge of town. Oh...?

Well. Sam peered through the green-tinted scope of his rifle at the odd figure advancing into the town, That's a new one. and it was. As a member of the Firewalker Corps. it was not unusual for a soldier to shift planes in order to combat an extra-dimensional threat, but this one was unique. At first Sam thought it was a priest of a god of another dimension, Nurgle, Father of Plague due to the obviously toxic gas wafting off of the man-thing. That notion was dismissed when he noted the eerie sense of perfection that the creature had, like the chosen of some deific being... not Nurgle's style.

Small green outlines on the edges of Sam's HUD shifted to yellow as the man moved into their proximity. The yellow almost instantly turned to red, then black before fading entirely; Human vital statistics displaying the already sparse population of the town being wiped out within seconds. Any normal man would have had to fight the urge to cringe at such subtle power ravaging unchecked. Unlike a normal man however, Samuel had been indoctrinated and given several types of nerve therapy that made him effectively immune to the sensation people would call 'fear'.

Instead, Sam was smiling underneath the plated metal of his helmet. It was show time. It took only the most minute movement to set his sights on the mutant and even less to pull the trigger. Two shots rang out, both projectiles whistling through the air toward the hideous portion of the man's trunk that bonded lamian tail to a human abdomen. Just as the second shot cleared the barrel Sam burst from concealment in an explosion of frost and powder. He sprinted towards the edge of one of the few intact buildings in town and leapt with the aid of his enhanced strength and armor. The jump carried Samuel into the shell of what used to be a shop. All that remained was a husk of snow-covered concrete and wood.

Sam landed with only minimal recoil, coming up in a crouch with his rifle already beading on the mutant.