Starting Tournament of Thrones (Need 3 players)

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Mon Dec 15, 2008 3:45 am

Setting:

Long has the Ancient arena of Thrones stood empty, long has it grown old and dead. But one day a great rift in time and space ripped open the sky and caused the arena to re-open. The Huge round arena consisting of molten lava and rocks is on the size of a soccer field and surrounded by blazing fire and lava. Every now and then a very small part of the arena dissapears into the fiery pit of lava surrounding it. On each side of the arena a small hole in the surrounding area leads down to the preparing area wich consists of a group of beds and such, when a match occurs a magic bridge will appear between the arena and the preparing area, protecting the combatant from the heat and fire of the lava.

Rules:

-No godmodding
- No teleporting
- No idling
- back up all your moves with logic, if you dont mention something that you suddently seem to have in your hand wich havent been mentioned at any point in the fight the move will not count.

Name: Urba

Age: 654 years old

Gender: Male

Occupation: He kills stuff

Race: Demon

Appearance: Red fiery eyes, Huge strong teeth backed up by powerfull jaws that could break a bear in two. Urba is a Red fiery demon the same size as a elephant, His red skin covered in ash is strong enough to survive arrows and weak sword slashes without suffering any wounds. His mouth emits the very fires of hell itself as his body consists of this element inside of him.
picture: http://www.sumo.fi/files/images/aiciezqateloleig.png

Personality: Urba is a evil/neutral being, it is often asked upon if he's evil or not but the question is often never answered with anything but death. His childish way of talking resembles in a lack of brain but he does have the inteligence when it comes to fighting.

Background: Urba is a Demon that was born during the great wars of Gehelots and Grombags in the realm of Zahandihr. His birth was caused by a great fire that burned down whole Husm city, killing over 2000 citizens. During the first years of his excistense he fought many Gehelots and Grombags, learning much in the ways of fighting from this he often slayed most of them who challenged him to a fight. One day, when he was hunting bears he met a great wizard that was looking for him. Before Urba had a chance to react the wizard threw a spell on him, sealing him inside a round iron ball. The ball sent him into a new dimension, filled with demons and familiars from many different dimensions. Urba found many secrets here, including his weapon that he could turn up the heat on until it catched on fire without it melting. Occasionally, Urba would be thrown trough small rifts in the dimension throwing him into a new realm inside a iron ball wich is about the size of a man.

Weapon: A giant Club whose material is unknown but it looks like steel. This weapon found in an altered dimension can withstand tremendous heat and even the fires of hell itself.

Special Abilities/Powers:
- Urba is a strong being and is therefore able to crush most common items and weapons with his bare hands, he can lift heavy objects and throw them a vast distance.
- His inside is filled with hellfire and he is therefore capable of breathing fire, superheating his hands and superheating his body.
- Using his powerfull jaws and massive teeth he can bite trough steel, rock, wood and softer things very easily
- even tough his appearance would make him seem slow his size makes him capable of moving quite fast as he would take much longer steps. His jumping distance is also quite impressive as his bonemuscles gives him the ability to jump up to 3 times a mans height.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Mon Dec 15, 2008 8:40 am

I'm up for it.

I assume we're using custom characters, in which case I'll introduce Merathaim to Roleplay Gateway.

Character Bio:
- Basics -
Name: Merathaim Bashan Ephraim
Gender: Male
Race: Deity, Fallen God.
Age: Unknown

- Body/Appearance -
Build: Lean

Height: Six foot, Two inches

Weight: One Hundred Seventy-four pounds.

Clothing: He wears, most commonly, a sleeveless black shirt. Upon the lung region of this shirt is an infinity symbol, a mark of his family crest and a show of his longevity for normal life. He wears baggy black pants, the pants a nylon-type fabric which doesn't tear, as it's from another realm it's not really seen often in this dimension. His boots, again black, are of a very heavy, very durable metallic type. They're combat boots and they go up to around the mid-portion of his calves to offer his Achilles tendon maximum protection from harm.

Weapons: Merathaim has only one physical weapon, it's a small metallic cylinder. The cylinder is about three inches in circumference and three feet in length. The bar is of the same durable metal as his boots, which comes from his own realm and has been found to be virtually unbreakable. Gods had tried to break it with their hands and failed.

- Skills/Magicks -

Merathaim is an extremely magical character, he uses three different forms of magical ability, and has mastered two of those three in his thousands of years of living. The first is Astral Magic, the Second Kinetic Magic, and the Third Runic Magic.

Astral Magic: This has become Merathaim's primary choice of magical usage. He has mastered it after learning it, from a man by the name of Justin Gunshin, centuries ago. This magic is based on the life-force of both sentient and non-sentient beings and is manifested primarily in the core of Merathaim's body, the power is channeled through the metallic bar.

Kinetic Magic: This is Merathaim's second best magical ability. Kinetic magic refers to the users ability to use things such as Telekinesis, Pyro- and Cryo- Kinesis. This power is primarily used in the Meta-kinesis form, in which he uses the ability to bend metals with his mind to reformat the metallic bar into a vast array of blunt and edged weaponry, including but not limited to: swords, staffs, maces, hammers, axes, etc.

Runic Magic: Merathaim knows next to nothing about this form of Magic, and so he never uses it. It's there because he once used it to light a candle and has a small, very minuscule ability to create flames with it. The flames are never large enough to hurt anything but perhaps a very small fly, but he has been long searching for a teacher to finish his tutelage in this form of magical ability.

Merathaim also has a very large proficiency level with hand-to-hand combat. He trained for several years in Kung Fu, Muay Thai, and Jujitsu. He is a formidable opponent from a distance, close-range or on the ground. He's not the kind of person many people would want to tangle with.

- Special Attacks -

The Hand of God: Merathaim reaches forward, Astral Magic flowing from his finger-tips and forming an astral projection of his hand before the opponent. The hand is very real and very dangerous. It'll wrap itself around the opponent, squeezing and squeezing until bones begin to break.

The Wall of Pain: Much like the Hand of God, this is a very painful attack which comes from his mind, and with the power of his telekinesis an invisible wall of force pushes toward the opponent, with the intent of crushing against an object behind him. If no object is behind him, Merathaim will cause the wall to fold in on itself.

- Death Attack -

The Torrent of Electricity: With his Astral Magic prepped and fully flowing through him ( in fights that require a prepped death blow ) he sends the energy flying into the azure. From the sky comes down a swirling tornado like construction of Astral Energy, it isn't electricity but Astral Magic in it's physical form takes on such an appearance. The energy comes down toward the head of the opponent, and depending on the amount of energy put behind the blow, the tornado will be between two and thirty feet wide.

- Background/History -

Merathaim was once a God, worshiped by thousands upon thousands of ancient Egyptians. Though, as the years came on and the idea of more than one god grew more and more amongst the people of Egypt, they lost faith in Merathaim all together, and without their devotion to gain him power he fell from grace. His memory of godliness is almost completely gone, though at times he lets on that he may know more than he seems by his act. Without the majority of his memories his powers are barely existent, while still being one of the strongest beings on the planet Earth, he doesn't retain the power of his former God self, and so he searches. Looking through places he may have been before in his travels amongst the people of Earth and through that regain his memories and his power.

He was born to mortal parents, they raised him as a mortal child until he began to manifest his magical powers. Being the first such person in Egypt they began to worship him. Through their worship he found he became stronger and he sent out messengers to spread the word of himself, to gain more power. However he gained his power he did not let it consume him. He was still a humble being, the being that he was raised to be. However, upon losing the majority of his powers and memories, he became enraged. All he cares about now is regaining his memories and his power, to whip the descendants of those who betrayed him from existence to the person. His violent quest has resulted in more deaths than he though he would ever hear about, much less commit.

Violence has become his friend, and anyone who stands in his way shall be fall before the power and might of his blade and his power. His search continues, long and tiring as it is, it's what he feels must be done. Vengeance is his driving force and he waits for the chance to exact his revenge upon those whom betrayed him. He remembers only three places he has ever been to before, and in those places he expects to find more memories waiting for him, he knows their will be challenges there, at each of them, waiting for him to fail, attempting to make him fail, but he must succeed.

Locations of Possible Memories:

Arena of Lions
Sheringal
The Temple of the Moon
The Star of Hope
The Temple of the Sun

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:45 am

(( great, i like your character even tough i dont know anything about his appearance except his clothes xD now we just need 2 more and il start it up ^_^ and if that doesnt happen in two days il just start it up as a one on one fight if thats okay xD i am kinda.. not bothering to wait too long xD))

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Mon Dec 15, 2008 12:10 pm

Alright, You know how tall he is, what he wears, how much he weights. I forgot the hair color and the eye color, which is blond and black respectively. That's about all there is to know him, he's a fallen god of humans, and his build is muscular. I'll look forward to it, either way this should be fun.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:02 pm

( *sigh* there isnt anyone else joining so this will be a one on one then xD )

A big portal opened and spat Urba into a squared brickwall room, he landed on his back. "Geeh!? dat wazzunt puney ball! dat was something not puney ballish!" Urba forced himself up and searched for his club as it was bound to be nearby. "Wer is mah clubby!?" He groaned as he searched carefully trough the room. "Ah there you is! we gotten worry bout you!" Urba yelled in a excited shout as he saw a thick adamentium bar and behind it some stairs leading to somewhere unknown. "What is dis thing? Urba trapped! Release Urba now or feel us wrath!" On the wall beside him was a inscription in common language, it said: "Welcome to the tournament of thrones, you have been selected as a participant of this honourfull event. If you win a fight to the death against your opposer who is resembling in the other part of the arena up the stairs. You will be awarded gold, glory, fame, wimen and all you desire.
But Urda could not read this as he did not know how to read, he only knew demonic inscriptions.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:17 pm

Many things come to pass in this unforgivable realm, and one such thing was the opening of this portal before him. The like of it had been seen many times before, he had heard about it from his ancestors. The portal sent a shock wave of memory through the recesses of his mind, this very thing had happened to him almost a century ago. The Tournament of Thrones, he knew what he must do. He knew that within the Arena of Lions rested one of his long forgotten memories, and he would obtain this memory, through any means necessary.

Lifting his right foot he stepped into the portal, his body shifting across the leagues of distance covering the expanse and stepping into the Arena of Lions. His feet planting upon the stones of the Arena, the portal back to the grassy plains he had been traveling across to reach this very place closed. There was only one reason a portal would have opened, and brought him here. The Tournament had begun, he vaguely remembered having participated in the tournament before, and having expended all of his energy just making it to the final round, only to have been beaten by being that resembled a troll.

His head begun to twist and turn, his eyes searching across the room he had been brought to, looking. "Where am I? This room, how do I get to the main floor, to the fight, to my memory." He began to walk forward, having already known through his metal sense that his rod was in place, toward the stairwell. The inscription was for sure to read the same as it had so long ago, and the words were of no concern to Merathaim, he simply wanted to get this over with and find his memory. His feet began to descend the stairway, toward where he was sure the main fighting region would be.

Sure enough, there soon came to be light at the end of the long hallway at the bottom of the stairs, and an old saying popped into his head. "Don't walk toward to the light." He spoke the words in a voice barely audible above a whisper, before releasing an almost nervous laugh from his lips. He began his walk to the end of the tunnel, coming to a barred doorway. It had bars extending from the ground, up to the ceiling. He knew they would retract to the ground as soon as his opponent made his way to the very same doorway, though he hoped beyond all hope that the man wouldn't show up. He just wanted his memory, he didn't want to fight anyone.

He began of vigorous search around the area he could see, hoping he could find the memory and be gone before the form of his opponent showed itself, fighting was not something that he enjoyed, but he would do anything to return to his position of Godhood, and that would only be obtained by regaining his memories. The first of which was here, somewhere. He knew it, he knew there was something here to trigger his memory, and he would find it. He waited now, having not been able to find anything familiar in the area around him, he knew he would have to enter the arena to find what he was looking for, to find his memory. His eyes locked onto the gate across from him, his mind focused, ready.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Wed Dec 17, 2008 3:06 pm

Gado walked down the dark hallway ending in some stairs that leaded to a thick adamentium gate, His heavy footsteps caused dust to fall down from the roof as he walked up the stairs. He did not know where he was, how he had gotten to this place other than a faint memory of eating a bear before being sucked into some portal, or FELL into some portal would have been a more correct use of words.

"Urba think this is some sort of arena thingy.. Urba likes arena thingy, free food!! harr harr harr!" He arrived at the top of the stairs, just in time to witness that the adamentium gate opened in front of him. "Urba find that creepy" he whispered and walked out from the dark he was in and into the bright daylight from the red-foggy sky. "Urba see funny bridge! harr harr harr!" He laughed as he saw the magic bridge that led to the lava surrounded-arena, His heavy body formed small cracks in the ground as he walked towards the bridge. The lava around the arena gave him flashbacks that led centuries back, back to his very birth. It had been a warm fiery birth from the ash of thousand citizens in the city of Husm under its destruction, Urba almost felt the need to express his happiness this place gave him, So he did.

Dancing in circles the moment he arrived at the arena while singing stuff about doom, death and murder. "harr harr harr!" He came to his senses and placed himself on one side of the arena, awaiting his enemy to arrive at the opposite. "Come to Urba! gentlemens handshake always! harr harr harr". He stared carefully at a very interesting rock the size of a apple that was placed in front of him, he bowed and picked it up.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:31 pm

And with the arrival of his opponent the gate began it's descent toward the ground. His eyes closed as he inhaled slowly, releasing the breath in the same manner. Reality distorting around his form, with the inhalation of the air the walls seemed to bend outward and with the exhale they came back to their original structure. His eyes locked onto the bridge before him, as he took a step out onto it. His eyes began to roam, searching for his opponent. He smiled as he saw the being before him, indeed it was the same sort of creature that had beaten him in the last tournament. Things would be different this time, Merthaim was much more prepared. He had something to fight for, something he wanted; his memory.

Merathaim allowed his other-wise untouched composure to smile, walking toward the bridge. His arms curled upward and crossed over his head. " You want to shake hands with me, no chance. Let's get this over with, I have more pressing matters to deal with than your ugly, idiotic ass." Provocation was one of the many things Merathaim prided himself on. And provocation of the opponent was always a deciding factor in fighting. He wouldn't be the one to make the first move, he'd let the opponent do that. When Urba made his move, it would be one that would lead down the dark road to his death.

OOC: Sorry it's so short, not in a good mood right now and arguing with a couple of people.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Sun Dec 21, 2008 1:46 pm

"Urba dont like puny man.. puny man rude and no fun.. Urba crush puny man with no name!!" Urba bent backwards and opened his mouth. As he forced his body forwards he threw his giant steel club into the air moments after he hurled fire from his mouth towards the stranger, this camouflaging that he threw his club into the air. Urba had aimed for the middle part of the arena when he threw his club, as soon as he was done shooting fire he would run towards the middle to retrieve his club again.

"Foolish man be rude.. Foolish man die!" Urba screamed with a dark-hollow voice.

(( that was even shorter than yours xD crap.. oh well.. il just write more next post))

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:22 pm

The beast was a confusing one, that was for sure. He had blown fire, but had done nothing more than blow it toward him. The fire didn't even come to him as if an attack were to be made, what kind of fighter was this opponent? Was he afraid? Scared to test his skills against Merathaim? If so, why would the man try to goad him with meaningless insults? The same thought kept running through his mind as he continued to focus upon the opponent. "WHAT KIND OF FIGHTER ARE YOU?". He called out, his words shifting throughout the realm with an alarming echo.

As the fire stopped, he began to weave his own magical abilities. The magic began to flow around his form, rising and falling in a cascading motion around his formation. His arms shifting slightly as he pulled them upward, pressing his palms together in his hand. His head bowed, his eyes closed. His other senses heightened through the grasp of his magic, giving him insight. Almost allowing him to see the future, but only truly giving him a grasp of what was happening at that exact moment.

His mouth moved, a muttered prayer passing over his lips as he continued to summon on his magic. His palms began to slide apart as the prayer continued. A bar of energy coming between them. His eyes flung open quickly, the bar of energy taking on a physical shape, a sword. The energy blade turned, his telekinetic mind executing the movement of the blade forward. The energy moved toward the right arm of Urba, to remove the arm from his body upon contact, if indeed contact was to be made. "My name is, MERATHAIM" The last word was uttered with a rawr, as the blade began to travel, faster and faster, gaining speed with each passing second, it's final approach (The last inch and a half) of the blade would be at the alarming speed of one hundred and thirty-four miles per hour.

(Edited because I forgot to end my italics code, sorry.)

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:01 am

Urba watched with joy as the man in front of him started to create some shiny thingy, he had seen this before. In his "childhood" he had been eating on a man that appeared to be some sort of magical man, that was when that man had shot a beam of light onto the ground. The ground was left naked of its grass, leaving trails of ash and dust.

"YAY!" Urba yelled as he saw the light being created. "Light make destruction to ground harr harr harr ... h..h...harr?" Suddently the light thingy changed into a pointy sharp object looking familiar to a weapon and it was hurled towards him. "Urba dont like!!" He yelled as he tried to raise his right arm to avoid being hit where the light thingy seemed to go. The light thingy passed.

"wAaaaArh!" Urba screamed across the realm as the light thingy had cut trough half of his arm, stopping right before his bone and luckily not hitting too many muscles as it had hit right under the shoulder part.

"Puny man not so puny... *growls* PUNY MAN WONT LIVE TO DO THAT AGAIN!" Urba barked as he started running towards the middle part of the arena, as he reached it he jumped a mans height up in the air to catch his club that he had thrown towards that area some moments ago. using this as a suprise attack he threw his club towards the man, aiming at the point where he was standing so that if he was not hit he would at least be knocked of his feet by the after-effect of his heavy weapon.

Urba smashed his hand down into the ground creating a crack, and causing parts of the rock to loosen.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:39 am

A Profile Of Richard Mehji wrote:Character

Name: Richard Mehji
Tier: Low
Age: 43
Height: Around Six Feet
Species: Human
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown, streaked with black.

Appearance: In every aspect, Richard is your average human. He stands about six feet tall, looks to be in good heath, and his posture is straight. His hair is trimmed short and spiked with some kind of greasy substance (like Space-Pomade), and is trimmed into a point going down the back of his head. By no means is he overly handsome or ugly, placing more in the category of so-so. His skin is a very slight brown shade, but the skin upon his face and forearms are several times darker (from sun exposure). A small, circular titanium earring is planted firmly in the lobe of his left ear; while his right ear is untouched. Usually covering his eyes is a pair of combat-ready polarized sunglasses, with an elastic band holding them into place. He wears a long navy blue duster jacket over black fatigues and a gray cotton T-shirt. Over his shirt and beneath his duster jacket is a thin bulletproof vest, lined with strips of carbon nanocell plate. His fatigues terminate right below his knees, melding into a pair of heavy, steel-toed black combat boots. And across his back is a large rucksack, carrying a jumble of medical supplies, food, and mundane equipment. On his right hand he wears a ring of silvery metal, engraved with the Greek letter Phi.

Special Traits: Richard has several scars across his body. The most prominent of these is a long gash running from the tip of his left shoulder, to the base of his spine; around this scar his tint is discolored to a strange shade of pale blue. Unlike the majority of his scars, this one is laced with something. What that something is, Richard has no idea; he simply knows that it grants him an ability he otherwise might not have. By the process of Oricalkium spalling against his armor vest as a blade of the metal was slashed across his back, a large amount of Oricalkium was embedded in the cut. Since then, he was able to feel the currents of magic in a directional sense, with casting and spiritual abilities feeling stronger than normal magic humanoids. This is also the same wound that gave him his Chance Warping skill.

Special

*Chance Warping: SEE: PRIMARY MAGIC

*Sprinting: Being a Mercenary in the tremulous and violent plane of existence that is the multiverse, Richard has built up the necessary muscle in his legs to sprint like an Olympian; there really is a lot more running then gunning!

*Endurance: Going hand-in-hand with his ability to sprint, Richard has an inhuman lung and heart capacity. He can hold his breath for an astounding seven minutes; and running a marathon is nothing to him. Once again, lots of running and a little gunning paid off.

*Raw Strength: And finally, Richard is strong as hell. Mostly from lugging around the suits of combat armor he wears during spacecraft cleaning missions, he has gained a sizable amount of muscle mass. Since muscle atrophies from it's pristine state rather quickly, a large portion of the regenerative nanites in his body are tasked with keeping him in shape.

*Nano-Regeneration: Richard's blood is swimming with regenerative nanites. Any time Richard suffers a wound, these nanites repair it; using blood proteins and chemicals, they can recreate flesh in a matter of seconds. For anything worse than puncture or slashing wounds, the nanites need an external source of matter to regenerate. They can repair decapitated limbs in a matter of days, and bones can be repair in under ten minutes to an hour, depending on the severity of the damage.

*Nanite Control: Richard has an unusual ability to control the nanites in his blood; for both offensive and defensive purposes. This control extends five feet our from Richard. Since linked nanites can relay information from their brethren close to Richard, the range of control is theoretical infinite; but a one foot gap in the chain beyond five feet severs Richard's control beyond that gap.

*Steadiness of Aim: Skill and nanite augmentation give Richard a rock-steady aiming hand.

*Reflexes: Another trait of Richard's from his years as a mercenary, Richard has enhanced, but not superhuman reflexes. He duck punches and jump from the path of sustained gunfire; but a single shot or a sudden kick can't be easily dodged by him.

*Tactics: Being a mercenary also gave Richard a keen sense of tactics. Drawing from his experience in an innumerable amount of battles, he can formulate tactics on the fly and apply them with equal finesse to the situation at hand.

Combat

Weapon(s): Richard relies on his highly technological arsenal to dispatch enemies from a range, and rarely uses his Maitri Plasma Sheaths in combat.

[3] YNSAS PR-1 Plasma Rifle: A deadly rifle made by Vijayanagara National Small Arms Systems. This unique plasma projector works by projecting a steam of electromagnetically-guided superheated copper plasma at it's target. The copper atoms used for ammunition are held in place by a copper matrix that dissolves upon firing. These copper-and-plastic matrices load into the Plasma Rifle like a conventional automatic weapon; which forces the Plasma Rifle to use a standard assault rifle frame, if bulkier. The frame is made from resilient black polymers, and the internal components are made from pressed iridium.

[3] Twin YNSAS EPLAW-2 .372 Handguns: Handheld coilguns produced by Vijayanagara National Small Arms Systems. These weapons fire .372 caliber shells from a 9 + 1 clip using a system of electromagnetic coils embedded in the barrel in conjunction with a set of electromagnetic rails embedded in the chamber. The entire gun, with the exception of the internal components, are made from finished Carbon Nanotube plate.

[3] Maitri Plasma Sheaths: Baton-like weapons that project a magnetically contained fountain of plasma in a constantly looping arc. Unlike the expendable copper charges used in the PR-1, the gaseous plasma fuel used by these weapons is recycled back into the stream. The arc from these weapons extends nearly three inches in front of the 'baton', diverted away from the wielder's hands.

Preferred Hand: Nearly equal; but his right hand is more adapt.

Primary Magic: Richard has the incredible ability to manipulate chance itself. This power only extends to non-sentient creatures, and only works on a fifty-fifty basis. But when it works, the results can be astounding. Given enough effort, concentration, and pure chance, Richard can create an airplane from the contents of junkyard given several months of planning and manipulating meteorological factors; and as butterfly can flap it's wings and cause a storm half a world away, Richard can do the same.

Secondary Magic: None

Primary Fighting Style: Short-Range Sniping/Regulation QCQ
Secondary Fighting Style: Crappy Gunslinger/Street Fighting

Accepting another player at this point? (Three, or three more?)

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:58 am

(( yeah sure ^^ but unless you find a really apropriate way of jumping into a started match of the tournament you cant actually join the fighting unless someone else joins aswell (in that case the tournament will be going on two different arenas) or wait for this fight to end ^^ your character seems interesting

thumbs up!))

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:02 am

His eyes focused intently upon the opponent after his light blade had ripped through half the arm of Urba. His eyes shifted around gaining a better focus on the now running beast. The creature was coming straight for him, and in that moment the memory came upon him. Thousands of years before Merathaim was fighting Urba, he had been in this exact position. Against this exact same kind of beast. The beast had used pretty much this same dirty trick, this same movement of inconspicuous behavior. He knew what had been done by Urba now, and he knew how to counter-act it. This same move had beaten him in the last tournament.

Now back within the future, he began his movements. Shifting his astral magic throughout his body and into his hands. The hands projecting a shield like construct around his body. The shield extended out from his body, pushing into the thrown club of Urba, a soft smile appearing on his face. Another percentage of his power had returned upon the regaining of his memory, and this added power sense helped him with this movement.

As the shield pushed into the motion of the thrown club, he pushed his right hand outward more, extending the shield on that area. The bulbous repression of the shield's energy caused it to launch outward from the original construct, pushing it toward the body of Urba.

The power of the shield moving toward Urba was enough that, if it hit, would bring the man the man upward from the force of it, launching him into the air and back against the gate from which he had entered. The gate now stood closed, the bars extending toward the sky. If the arena was the same as it was in his memory, the gates would be unbreakable. The force of the opponent hitting it would most likely break his back, but as said before, this all depends on whether the shield even makes contact with Urba, and that was what he was watching to see.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:28 am

Urba completely ignored what had happened to his club that landed a short distance to his left and instead he forced his body sidewards, stopped his movement with his strong foot and forced it forwards, seconds before he made that move he emitted fire from his mouth. The fire hurled up a thick layer of smoke and as Urba dodged the shield-like force that was coming at him he gave a illusion that it had hit him with the rocks he had hurled up so nicely some moments ago. The shield-force hit the rocks with tremendous force, knocking them backwards into the gate. The gate gave out a loud metallic bang and then a crack as the rocks hit the ground.

Urba waited for the smoke to cover of the area so that he could charge his opponent while going un-noticed thanks to his little trick. He had in some way forseen that his enemy would use some kind of defensive thing against his club, but he does not need his club to kill a man.
Picking up a small rock from the ground with his left hand made him smile with the tought that it reminded him of small youngling-heads.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:13 pm

The smoke clouded his visual distance, causing his eyes to distort the world around him. He began to look around, trying to find a clear spot in the smoke-screen that surrounded him. Noticing the only hole was in the skyward region of the smoke, he sighed. He hated people who used tricks like this to hide themselves from him. The only good thing coming from the smokescreen was that with it in play, the opponent would be at least slightly impaired with his vision as well, hopefully. He continued to try and find another opening before the beast attacked again, he didn't want to have to fuel his magic to the extent he could lift his body from the ground, but it seemed he would have to do so, there was no other answer.

He wrapped his kinetic ability around him, telekinesis lifting his form from the terrain as he brought his body upward into the sky. His body lifted several feet in the air, clearing him of the smoke screen and allowing his body to look down into the smoke. Astral magic filmed over his eyes, enhancing his vision. He began to look down through the smokescreen, hoping to find any glint of movement. There, something had moved. He couldn't be one hundred percent sure it was his opponent, but he knew that the man would be there somewhere. He knew the beast had done something, he knew he only had this one shot.

He reached his right and left hands together. Bringing his hands forward he began to feed his astral magic into the form of it. His hands forming between them once more a beam of light. The beam of light taking on the form of a solid bar of light. The bar of light about five feet in circumference. The bar shot forward from his body, straight toward the movement that he had seen within the smoke screen. He had almost begun to believe he had beaten the man with the previous hit, but he always made sure first. And until the smoke cleared, he wouldn't be certain, so he would attack anything he saw move, down to the lowliest of animals having wandered into the area.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:39 pm

Urba heard a buzzing sound coming from above but chose to ignore it.
Moments passed and suddently something knocked the rock that he had picked up out of his hand and at the same time it cut of two of his fingers on that hand. "NGHM!" He held his fiery breath and aimed towards where the object had been coming from, opened his mouth and screamed with all his power. "HOW DARE YOUUUUUUUUu!!?!!?!??!??!?!?!" Hurrling enourmous amounts of fire towards where the cutting object had been coming from.

Urba started to run towards his club, his fingers was bleeding fiery liquid. "Must..get..club" He tought to himself, moments away from his goal he tripped on one of the hard rocks because of the smoke that blurred his vision. Hitting the ground in a big bang, not moving.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:32 pm

His optics shifted, nerve endings of the retina picking up every small bit of movement in the area. Suddenly there was fire launching up from the ground, which gave away the man's position, but he couldn't be bothered with it at the moment. His body moved, his telekinesis shifting his body to the left and right. The fireballs passing within several inches of his form, almost catching him, the end result was a slight singing of his body, several nerves in his arms being burned with what would be considered second degree to humanoid creatures.

Several seconds after the fireballs had passed his form, he noticed movement and then the stopping of that movement. He knew the beast must be running for his club again, and he knew that if he got that club. He would be in a large amount of trouble. His body descended, his dexterous appendage burning with a fiery inner feeling of burnt nerves. His optics alight with the burning rage he felt inside of him at the lose of his right arm's usage. His body landed directly in front of the man, his right foot inches from the man's bloody and broken finger. His power shifting through his form, as wind became the primary concern of his Astral Magic, removing the smoke from the area.

With the smoke removed he could look directly upon the fallen form of Urba, the beast. His lips curled downward in a dark smile. "This is your end, beast." His left hand came upward, pointing directly toward the head of the man, his sinistral index finger pointed toward his forehead. The last of his magic was about to be exerted in a small, yet deadly, beam of light. The beam would of course pass through the head of Urba, if it hit him, and cause his body to die a slow, painful death.

Gado · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gado** on Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:02 am

Urba did not move one inch as he heard the man land near him, clearing the smoke with some magic Urba figured. "This is your end, beast" Urba heard the man said, that was his signal to move. Urba punched the ground with his right hand making him roll to the side in time of barely avoiding the small deadly beam of light. However, the small beam hit him in the left shoulder (since he's now on his back) and severed it from the rest of his body. "Gryah!!" Urba growled as he quickly planned what his next move would be, his main priority was to get his club back without getting killed off by the magic man. So he figured that the man might be hungry for some burning blood and threw his severed arm that was covered in burning liquid (Urbas blood) towards where the man was standing as he forced his body up with the power of his right arm and started running the short distance that was left to his club.

The club was lying in a pool of magma and had obviusly knocked a deep hole in the arena, Urba picked it up. Now he was ready to fight again without having to DODGE things.

A small part of the rocky arena was torn away by the magma surrounding it and melted in a soft splash, this was a good distance from Urba so he paid no attention to it.

"Puny man ready to die?" Urba growled towards the man with fury in his fiery eyes.

Athanasius · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Athanasius** on Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:50 pm

Anger continued to swell in the eyes of Merathaim, he was past the point of playing childish little games. He was long past the point of playing these silly, you move I move motions with the beast. He was past the point of finding entertainment in the beast, and with that he began to power his magic up to it's full extent, 100% of the remaining power curling through his form.

The blood soaked arm moved against his body, and the burning blood was felt on the outer ring of what was known as "The Void" this was a state of mind in which reality was numb, although his sense of sight, hearing, and smell were greatly increased his body was numb to the world around him. The pain was a distant thing, threatening to break into the void, but never quite managing it. His eyes locked on the now re-weaponed form of Urba, as he lost all interest in the bloodied arm that had caused his form to turn slightly in avoidance, the small amounts of blood that had coated over his arm were no more than a nuisance.

With his magic grasped at 100% of it's remaining power level, he brought his left arm down to the metallic bar housed at his side. Lifting the bar form his side, he brought it upwards, holding it at about chest level. Small amounts of meta kinetic energy divided itself within the weapon, causing the steel bar to change shape and size. It became a five and a half foot long sword, a Keijino blade to be exact. The end where his hand was had turned itself into a finely shaped hilt, with ridges as it's grip. With the blade formed, serrated edge and all, his eyes locked with the form of Urba, his eyes narrowing. "Just try and kill me, you inbred beast"

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