I am aiming this at those who have very powerfull characters that would like to have a nice battle. Even God-Like characters are ok, I am just looking for a very strong opponent, to test my character to his limit, and such. There are a few conditions though, the only limitations to this battle are:


1. No Auto-Hitting. Respect me, and I will respect you and this is a problem to some fighters out there.

2. No God-Modding. Big Problem as well.

3. No Destroying universes, and hurling galaxies at me. I trust you will not be "God Modding" strong, but very very strong indeed.

4. Be able to post once or twice a day, and be as active as possible in this battle.

That is all I am limiting, other than that, this is a free battle. I do not want people who will waste my time, but a strong and worthy opponent to face. Also, this will be registered in the Hall of Records, so if you do not have a GT League account, please proceed to make one. Thanks, I await the powerfull foe that I will face in the future.

(Note: I will PM you my character rather than post it here, but feel free to post your character here upon entering. If more than one person decides they want to battle me, then I will pick between those that are here, the most liable one. If the others that didn't battle me still want to afterwards, I will battle them as well)

Mind if i fill this slot, seeing as how the other threads i was in have abruptly stopped. <.<

Sure, if you don't mind just post your character profile here.

I too would like to add my name to the list. Your request is just brazen enough to make me feel that falling to your words would be a worthy defeat. And in the event that I might win, an equally verbose feather in my cap.

Though he may not appear to be much, I entreat you not to underestimate my one-armed warrior.

For your consideration : 'Jolly' Roger

I honor your character, as long as you can supply me with a battle and a character that can be formidabble against me, all is well. I will send my character to you via pm, and see if you are still willing to battle me. In the event that you still are, we will simply start here. Post here whether you are willing to battle my character, and then I will make the first post. Also, I will leave it to you, to specify an area that we both know or should know, where we can battle.

I've carefully reviewed your character sheet and find it more than acceptable to fully strain Roger's capacity for fighting. Your character may in fact be the embodiment of all that JR is weak against. In any case I think this is a perfect opportunity.

My battle-ground of choice would be a heavily cluttered warehouse though if this lacks the 'epic' feel you might be looking for then I figure we could commence battle on the outskirts of Arriet.

Thanks for accepting!

Darn it, I missed out again. LOL anyways please everyone keep recording your fights. Good luck to the combatants.

Skall

I have registered this battle in the GT league Offical Fight Record book. Once it is over, we will validate the winnder and proceed from there. Cluttered warehouse is fine. Here I go =D.


Nao continued his search, the search to find the man who killed Lana, but it had been put on a halt. He was now heading to the warehouse to help transport some goods to a fellow nation that he was friends with. He was mearly a volunteer offering his services to a neighboring nation or actually a city. As he walked up the dirt road, kids running and playing in the sunlight as he walked silently.

He could see on the sides of the road, kids playing and having fun. It was indeed, a beautfull sight to behold. He was traveling amongst a road in Arriet, that took him to the warehouse. He had not been here in years, and had just came back from a battle on Polyxo, after battling a Elemental Shinigami. It was a tough mercenary mission, but at the same time a person that had been a threat to Nao all these years, endangering his father's nation.

He took small, silent, but distant steps up the road as people smiled as he walked. They recognized him as the man that saved Arriet, and the entire Realm, so he gave a faint smile to them as he walked. He was still a bit in his combat mood from his last battle, that almost strained him and tested him to his limit. He realized that he needed to take some time to calm down before he took any other assignments from Proxima Centauri, which was why he decided to take a load off and do some volunteering missions.

Walking up the road, in the distance he could see the Giant Warehouse out in the distance that seemed as if no one was there. That was odd, because people were always in that warehouse. As the birds fluttered above the Oak and Pine trees, and many other species of trees, he walked then stood infront of the building, wondering why no one was here. This was where he was told to come, and no one was here. The building was made of fine Belinium, making it physical resistant to a certain amount of PSI. He walked forward, and looked inside of the glass door, to see nothing within, but the place was amazingly cluttered with many many boxes.

He looked around, and tried to open the door, just knowing that it wasn't going to be unlocked...but it was. The door was unlocked, and the door swung open as he then stared at the door, then stared inside. Now something was very very odd. Not a person insight around the warehouse, and the place had the lights on, and the door was unlocked. Yet not a single person.

He walked inside and assured himself. He was probably a bit to early, and needed to relax. Yea. He calmed down as he walked inside, to examine the place, and get a idea of what is work was going to be.

This is too close for comfort.

Roger's index finger wriggled against the trigger on his side-arm. Dispatching the inquisitive locals with a soft blow to the skull had given him enough time to finish dressing his wound in this vast storeroom. He never would have guessed that another would show up before he could close the large cut in his abdomen. Peering over a box cautiously, Roger watched as the new comer *cupped his hands to view the contents of the warehouse. The visitor seemed despondent, expecting the door to be locked perhaps. Please go away!

The door swung open effortlessly against the aghast visitors expectations. Roger tensed up, trying to force out the memories of the countless hours he spent evading the Ephiphany's White spiders of Mirror City in just the same manner. The endless shadows that clung to his skin like cobwebs. The hushed whimpers of the little ones. The thousand prayers for this to pass. The beads of sweat that splashed against the cold stone waterways under the city. It almost cost them their lives.

He would still need a few minutes to mend his wound.

Roger remained crouched behind a high pile of boxes some several feet away from the approaching man. His chain mail poncho clung tightly to the sweat drenched black undershirt that was now wrapped in a blood-soaked portion of cloth he had torn from his right pant leg. His wavy brown hair hung just above his eyes, clinging to his scalp as his thin cracked lips curled in response to a tight purse. He'd have a tough time explaining himself should he be found.

A crane in the distance caught his attention, probably for moving the loaded cargo out into the dock to ship off to some unknown destination. He might be able to release the cable to buy himself some time to finish, but for now his every thought went into diverting his bodies vital functions to mending the wound in his side. The blood cells surged, bridging the gap and slowly repaired the two inch gap. Just a few more minutes and we'll break out of here.

*I hope its alright for me to make this inference. If not I'll change it.

Well damn. I guess my going to work got me pushed out the way for this one.

As he paced his steps, his black steel toed boots clapping against the hard titanium metal ground as he strolled looking around the area to get a good look at what he would be workiing with assuming he was late. His eyes scanned the area like a curious little boy, as his head moved slowly he passed the man crounched behind a pile of boxes that sat there, like the rest of the crounded boxes, not noticing there was a bleeding man within.

He was fairly hot in this area, and he seemed to be sweating excessivley already, and he had just got inside of the building. This suprised him, because it took a fairly hot enviroment to even make him sweat, let alone excessivley. People everyday worked in this hot building, he could tell by the tracks of feet that led all over the building, but something was good. There was one track off shoes and feet that were bigger not only but they were blodied.

He came to an immediate, but swift halt as he stared at the feet prints that were embedded into the ground blood that wasn't old, but fairly fresh. This was strange, because it wasn't everyday you found bloody tracks lying in a factory that shipped out goods. His first reaction on his face, was blank then he looked confused. Why would there be bloody tracks here, and if he was early why were they fresh. Something was fishy about this whole situation.

He heared a Crane that began moving a loaded cargo out into the dock, rolling agianst the ground as it made its way to the deck. He shot his eyes back at the bloody tracks as he began to follow them, hopefully leading him to the cause of the blood. Something was not right about this blood, and he was going to find out what

The clapping foot-falls from the advancing invader brought Roger's index finger taught against the trigger. Beads of sweat wrapped around the handle of his weapon, soaking into the wood and releasing the familiar scent of earth into his nostrils. His right shoulder pressed firmly against the large pile of boxes that covered him in cascading shadows. His legs spread into a wide crouch, planted like strong oaks trees, giving him ample opportunity for fight or flight.

But the advancing figure walked right by him.

'Jolly' Roger blinked.

If not for seeing the completely out of place one-armed man in a warehouse, then surely the three downed men would have tipped the visitor off. But then he realized, he wasn't running from the White Robots, this guy was probably just a civilian and the location he had chosen for a place to hide had proven ample defense against the senses of a human. But then the figure stopped. ...oh...crap.

Suddenly he noticed the figure following a thin trail of blood and footprints. Roger muttered a curse under his breath, how could he make such a simple mistake? He lowered his weapon just long enough to press his forearm against the wound at his side, it had stopped bleeding. He had to act, the trail would end here!

Roger shoved the box he was leaning against sending the large pile he was huddling behind to start to topple overhead. See-sawing with a sickening shifting. With the center blocks pushed out of the way the top-most blocks teetered in TOWARDS Roger and the approaching enemy. Following the momentum, 'Jolly' Roger rolled to his right, out of range of the tumbling boxes.

'You're a persistent bastard ain't ya?' He sputtered as the boxes came crashing down. With a twirl of his fingers the sawn-off shotgun went from steadying his stance to pointing at where the odd investigator would probably emerge.

'Don't you know better than to go sticking your nose in other people's business?'

As the boxes came tumbling, he had detected the sound waves of moving from before, and shifted his body behind him, but before he could do much he found boxes above him falling and about to topple right on top of him. They appeared to be heavy crates that had a Company marked on them, and they were fairly big, half the size of his body, and many of these came falling, crashing down falling his way. He wasn't expecting to fight in a place like this, thus the boxes landed on top of him, many of them breaking, holding metals and diffrent types of metal inside, alloys included.

As Nao emerged from the boxes, and the pieces of boxes that fell of his body as he stood. He rose slowly, almost as if a Vampire, whom had been sleep for many years now. He was suprised if anything, that he was to fight in a place like this, or he was about to be forced to fight, quite frankly he disliked the thought of fighting in his own town, and the second he saw the bloody marks on the ground, he knew he would have to try his best to stay away from combat. That's why he had came, so he would try and keep it that way.

As he stood for a split second with his eyes closed, he opened them, seeing the man who stood with a sawn-off shotgun, aiming it at Nao, who's eyes were looking directly into the man's wondering eyes. He could tell he had lost blood by the way his eyes moved, and couldn't stay looking at one thing to long without moving 1/5000 of a cenimeter in any direction. That made it obvious that he was the one who was responsible for the blood, but why was the blood there?

He heared his comment as he thought, and this raised the tension abit. Obviously he was looking for a fight, and/or wanted him to go away.

"Care to explain what's going on?"

The investigator reappeared just as planned and seemed to be regarding Roger's wounds with increased curiosity. Must be tough to survive a direct blow like that, 'Jolly' thought as he shifted his eyes between several key points of interest. The boxes between him and his enemy were large and appeared heavy, one of which had burst open to reveal sheets of metal, maybe parts...should slow him down in any event. Also, the crane seemed to be automated and was whirring just overhead like it had been a few moments earlier. And finally, his adversary seemed unarmed and unwilling to fight.

Which was just fine with 'Jolly' Roger. He didn't need blood on his hands, especially not the kind that might slow him down and get him caught.

'Listen,' He started his hand starting to wiggle in a gesture as he spoke, 'three of your friends are down around there somewhere, I'd wager probably crushed by those boxes. You probably ought to get them some help and forget you ever met me.'

Course they could be dead with my luck, he mused morbidly, better not risk it. The moments hesitation seemed enough for him to make up his mind and suddenly his hand pointed up at the crane on which was attatched some sort of high-powered magnet. Though normally, the sawn-off shotgun would lack the fortitude in its rounds to snipe a target, Roger wasn't the type of guy to run around without a plan.

The recycled human program had left several severe side-effects and 'Jolly' Roger, leader of the Pyrat gang, seemed to have one hell of a bizarre reaction. His body would divert his inner force seemingly at his merest intention to transfer into a point on his body, in this case his left hand. It had even gone so far in recent years to include transfer through some objects he touched, in this case his sidearm.

The furthest reach of Divergence wrapped around the rounds in his shotgun, strengthening them and forcing them to remain together, turning them into a heavy round. As his finger pulled the trigger he felt his body functions return. The twin bullets ripped into the chain holding the magnetic line on the crane dropping the weighty obelisk in an attempt to crash atop the invader, and with the power of the magnet active it started to pull the shards of metal up possibly spearing the enemy in the crossfire.

'Sorry bout your luck, but I gotta get out of here!' Roger cried out as he turned on his heels to leave.

As the box came crashing down, he looked up and swore to himself, as he transformed into the same metal that the floor was made out of, and seemingly fell right into the floor. First he was standing there, then he literally fell into the floor, dissappearing from sight as the box fell and the shards came back up. Yes his friends needed help, and the Obelisk had fallen, but chances were they weren't alive in the first place.

He had been brought up by his Teacher to always go for the enemy no matter how bad his ally was injured. Because the chances were that it was mearly something to allow for the enemy to make his or her escape from the scene, and it worked everytime. Nao wasn't Naive, or selfish, but he was a justified man who always cared to carry out justice first even if it meant getting his hands dirty as he had done in the past. He traveled through the atoms and molecules in the ground moving at a faster rate than his opponent was. The reason was that his atoms in his current form bounced around much faster than the atoms of a normal man or alien.

He was infront or ahead of his enemy while still in the ground, when he did a front flip in the groud, landing on both hands, and making his feet come directly out of the ground. His opponents next step would take him directly into the right posistion to allow the bottom of Nao's foot to hit his chin and sent him flying into the air. He had aimed considerably accurate, and he was confident it would hit, but as Rocket science and such went, it was way to easy to mess up on something that required such accuracy.

He wanted to take down this man before he got away, and hopefully the people under those boxes if there were any would not be dead or such. He then began to feel the sharp pain from being hit by the boxes. He had at first forgot all about it, but it begin to hurt a bit, which made him gritt his teeth as he made his action towards his enemy hoping to damage him greatly. The thing was, this mand didn't seem to be the type of man who would be hard for him. He didn't seem to have any powers, so he thought of this as a prized situation to get more reputation in this town, but something in his head made him doubt this.

The opponent had moved faster than was possible in Roger's known recollection. A boot shot from the ground, carrying the metallic (belinium? I couldn't find any info on it) adversary with it. Appearing to have fallen up from the floor, the kick rocketed towards the one-armed man's jaw. But should the strangely malleable warrior been facing upright he might have noticed the ear to ear grin plastered on 'Jolly' Roger's face, or at least the fact that Roger had suddenly gone weak at the knees for seemingly no reason.

Roger rolled onto his back extending his right leg in an attempt to connect with the adversaries gut and use the up heaving inquisitor's momentum to lift off the ground and send the whole metallic mess back towards the jumble of boxes and metal scraps. While it was possible for his jujitsu themed kick to miss, given the close quarters Roger found it silly to believe it would. Heck the metal man was going that way anyway, he was just offering a friendly push.

As the shotgun toting warrior had turned on his heels earlier, he made a point to listen for either the sound of cardboard smacking bone or the screams of daggers piercing skin. It was the lack of these sounds that had put him on high alert. Though, truth be told, he never expected his opponent to instantly turn to metal and sink through the floor, then simultaneously appear in front of him delivering a very awkward kick. Thankfully, the distance from floor to face was a staggering 5 feet away giving him ample time to perform the somersault required to simultaneously dodge and send an energy shifting kick to the gut.

Should the opponent fail to react in time the high powered magnet would probably give him cause for grief. But, just in case, the very 'Jolly' Roger decided to loosen the chain around his neck a bit. His missing arm was starting to itch.

As he came up, he found that his kick had missed, and that his opponent had followed with a kick to his gut. The only thing he could do was stop his foot in its tracks as it almost had a direct hit. He manipulated the space molecules, and thus the space around him could not be warped. Nothing could enter that space for that 5 seconds that he had his right hand up. He grabbed his leg as it thrusted at him. Upon grabbing it, that unwarping power left, and the kick sucessfully hit him directly in his gut, but not without a retaliation.

As it hit him, he grabbed the man's leg, breaking the ankle completely, shattering it at the same time he was sent flying into a mountain of boxes, that fell on top of him as he crashed and pieces of box and such floated in the air along with large rocks of (Berlinium. Its a metal, sorry if I am misspelling it right now, but its the hardest metal next to Titanium which is harder I belive). Nao sat in his spot, being crushed by the boxes, as he solidified his breaking body. He transformed his body into fire, and suddenly all the boxes around him were burnt like paper, as he exploded where he layed, a explosion that was about the size of a grenade, if not just a bit bigger, and a little more fire than a grenade could output. Flames flew in all directions as Nao was now on one knee, his entire body seemingly made of fire.

He looked up, his eyes piercing everything it landed on. His element he used sometimes depended on his emotion's. Fire, meant he was obviously very angry on his part. Not only was everyone that had been effected by this after he had looked probably dead, but this man really was pissing him off. This had been Nao's time to get away from battle, and he found this man getting in the way of his somewhat wierd vacation. Never had he met such a man that he could find when he was trying to get away from battle, but more than anything in this moment he wanted to fight.

"That was the clouds before the storm. Now comes the storm." he said as he stood completely, his body regenerating with the fire he outputted, converting the mana to pure fire.

(Broke my leg? Seems a bit unfair to declare connection like that. Though we didn't agree on T1 rules, they seem to imply that a grab requires two posts, a break requires even more and I'm inclined to agree. Its borderline godmodding at worse and Auto-hitting at best.)

As the flames licked out from the shapeshifting opponents gait, Serial No. 'J0114' felt the whimper of his desires tug his life force into his free right arm, pulling the lengthy chain from around his neck to form a mock arm. A wave of heat pressed against his 'hand', the explosion pushing him closer to the base of the large crane as his body wriggled its now shattered limb underneath out of harms way.

This thing was unbearable. It changed the properties of its body faster than humanly possible, expended energy at an alarming rate and still managed to remain able bodied. Regenerating its wounds without effort. But it was acting rashly. The flames had caught the nearby boxes on fire sending roaring clouds of smoke to brush against the ceiling, in time the buildings fire retardant system would activate putting the fiery beast out of steam...so to speak.

The sprinklers activated dumping the emergency lines full capacity atop the location of the fiery beast. Speak of the devil!

Roger hoisted himself under the crane's driver seat and pried the ignition wire out. His right hand popped open the fuse box and located a constant source of power to jump it to. A nearby piece of scrap metal provided the lever to apply the accelerator and, with the parking brake disengaged, the crane whirred to life and galloped at full speed towards the inquisitive visitor.

As Roger plopped from his perch he couldn't resist stabbing the protective covering over the cranes battery pack, leaving a wide gash in the side that provided an explosive element to the mix. Making the crane a walking time bomb.

((I edited it, but I belived that espically in a situation like that for Nao, that he was very well capable of grabbing his waist. Its as if someone declared a attack agianst me, I am surely going to try my best to stop it. Though it did hit me, I grabbed it at the exact same time. Unless you somehow instantly warped your foot from my gut to the ground next to you in the 1/400000 second that I grabbed you ankle due to the inhuman reflexes I have, I don't see why I couldn't have done that, but nevermind, go ahead and ignore that, won't really need that much in a minute anyways.))

As the sprinklers activated, this posed to make things even worse for his opponent, as the water came closer, his heat was so to the effect that it went from a liquid to a gas almost instantly, so that instead of raining water, it was gas that floaded the area, and the place itself. His initial reaction to this was to yawn, and look on as he saw that his opponent was inside of the train. Apparently he was up to something he wasn't supposed to be, but he stood and waited as he finished and the crane began moving his way full speed.

He stared at it, and it made its way over to him fast enough. He didn't need to do anything at all, but wait, and do nothing but wait. There was no need for him to do anything else in this situation, he was more happy than anything that he had chosen fire to go with, because this meant that his opponent had almost no chance of winning with his current abilities, and a explosion would just add fuel to the fire. As it came closer, the heat of the flames, set of the Crane, making it explode intensly as it neared Nao.

Nao didn't move a muscle as the pieces of metal flew everywhere, a piece hit his shoulder, but his shoulder reformed as it melted and did its thing hitting the ground. Nao continued to look at his persistent opponent, that still insisted that he could get away. He had left him alive this long, because he thought he could provide something to him, bring something to the table that he had never seen, but apparently not. Nao lifted up his hand and yelled.

"Exsist!" as a large flame made of intense Megido fire was fired at his opponent, the flame itself was the size of that crane from before, and Nao now realized that this man had to die before Nao got out of control. Nao seems to use this action with litte hesistation and much speed to his swift movements. He now would not capture his opponent, but ensure that he was dead to the best of Nao's ability. Even if this meant that he had to knock him up and down the isle with 100 thousand tons of pure strength, he would do just that.

That's depressing...I wish I could continue this fight but apparently you've decided to play the 'I win' card. I will now go off and claim myself as victor with the explanation that to my best understanding of the rules you set, you violated the godmodding, metagaming, powerplaying, and tried your hand at auto-hitting.

I believe that, as a RPer, I deserve the same respect I give to others. You say you can instantly travel through the floor, and I'm fine with that, you say you can do things my character can't when your character couldn't possibly know this...now I have a problem. You repeat this by saying 'because this meant that his opponent had almost no chance of winning with his current abilities'.

For the second time, dude you don't know this for a fact. Your the second person to think this and be wrong.

Thank you for the fight, up until the point where you turned into a god I had fun.