Golobal Combat Competition Closed RP
This is the thread for fighting once all fighters check in the ladder for fighting will be released.
Largents contestant, Bruce Santucci, checked in for the competittion and the sign in area. He drew his sword. It was a gift from the Academy for being the top fighter. Currently at an XMA level he couldn't wait to meet his opponants in combat. As he walked on guards were blocking a doorway. He showed them his pass and they let him in. He soon found himself in a giant replication of a Coliseum type arena. In a few days 55,000 spectators would be seated here.
OOC: WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER CONTESTANTS
Largents contestant, Bruce Santucci, checked in for the competittion and the sign in area. He drew his sword. It was a gift from the Academy for being the top fighter. Currently at an XMA level he couldn't wait to meet his opponants in combat. As he walked on guards were blocking a doorway. He showed them his pass and they let him in. He soon found himself in a giant replication of a Coliseum type arena. In a few days 55,000 spectators would be seated here.
OOC: WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER CONTESTANTS
Aelosia
Dregurk
Pablicosta
Jeruselem
Where are you guys?
Aelosia
Dregurk
Pablicosta
Jeruselem
Where are you guys?
I'll only give this a few more days befor I let it die.
We're hear. And it's DREG-RUK.
OOC: sorry also next competition we will get more people.
IC: People gathered round as the ladder was released. It read as follows:
All nations must send their first contestant(may be chosen by the nation) to the following first round competitions within two (RL) days:
Dregruk v. Aelosia
Pablicosta v. Largent
Jeruselem atomatically advances to second round
Grimzag was en route to the fighting competition on board a military helicopter.
"This is Alpha-Vector 1, requesting permission to land..." Said the pilot.
okay all nations who weren't at their battles are automatically disqalified.
SEMIFINAL/FINAL(All depends onwhether or not Jerusalem posts)
The day had come, it was time for Largent to shine. The Largentian contestand drew his sword. He gave it a few practice swings. It was mere hours before his match. He tried to go over everything he needed to know for his match. Once at the new colliseum he would have to clear his mind fully. He was physically and mentally ready. He fianally put on his traditional combat clothing. It shone as the light his the silver and gold plates that covered the interior. Now that he was prepared he set off for his battle.
Wait! Is this medieval swords play battle or modern guns warfare? Would like to know. Otherwise this is pretty exciting. 8)
Wait! Is this medieval swords play battle or modern guns warfare? Would like to know. Otherwise this is pretty exciting. 8)
swords, but takes place in modern times at a special building in largent. If you like it join the next time we hold it.
Grimzag sat in his room, dragging a sharpening stone across his axe. He thought of what would be lying ahead of him. He finished sharpening the blade and stood up straight. He held it up and swung it a few times, just to make sure it was in good shape. He was satisfied and got ready to fight. He had already decided that he would fight in the traditional style of the Dregruk warriors, a tradition that had started many a millennia earlier. He pulled off his shirt, and began painting the battle tattoos on his chest, and making a few random cuts in his combat trousers (Just for effect...)
OOC: Hmm if thats traditional you got a great thing going in your nation! My primative people wear clothes! Uh!
IC: Santucci arrived at the building withing 15 minutes. He entered through the back and took the elavator down to the contstants area. Around him he saw the opening act. It would consist of wild animals fire and dancers. He smiled as he imagined all the possibilities. He entered his own little room and double checked his blade. He knew what he would be up against he had heard rumors. It was a rather warm day and he was glad his armor was even slightly breathable.
A while later his trainer, Gregory Berneuf, entered his room. He gave a short pep talk and finished by telling him 'You win or your nation looses 1 trillion bucks!' his only reply was 'you just wait I'll put on quite a show.' The usually quiet Gregory actually cracked a smile as he heard that. Bernard redressed and left for his entrance way. The opening act was just finishing up. He then heard the anouncer say 'And now, representing Largent, your very own, Bernard Santucci!' The crowd errupted as he entered to see fire works and an arena so packed people were on top of people. If he looked carefullly he could already see fights breaking out. Here there were no rules. It gave him a rush of adrenaline to be where he was now.
Grimzag stood at his entrance way, his eyes narrowed in a grim, stony expression. When he heard the eruption from the crowd when the name Bernard Santucci, he realised how big an audience he would be fighting in front of. He didn't care, he was just there to fight. And that was all that mattered. He cooled down his nerves by making a small gash in his forearm. It was time to fight.
*Is still waiting to be announced...*
Once the crowd was quiet the second contestant was announced, followed by the crowd errupting a second time. As the second contestant entered the arena the two took their fighting positions.
As the referee stood off to the side he shouted 'BEGIN!'. Sancucci quickly swung his sword only to find it blocked. He was amazed by the speed this man had, let alone with an axe! Santucci tried to study his eyes, looking for his next move. The mans eyes were fixed on Santucci. The crowd roared as slashes were dealt and recieved. No, one contestant had given or recieved a good blow yet. Santucci swung again to revieve another block. That was when an idea struck him, the axe's handle. His own sword had a hand guard but his oppenents lacked one. he decided that was his goal for the time being.
OOC: I just relized, this will be trickey to rp. We'll just have to see how it goes though Try not to rp to many hits in your favor at a time.
Grimzag roared in anger, swinging wildly with the hefty axe. Santucci practically bent over backwards dodging the head. He was so taken aback by this stunt, Grimzag didn't see the sword coming at him until it was too late. He tried to dodge it, but he was too slow to be able to stop the blade scoring a slice across his chest. Grimzag hollered in pain, as he swung downwards with the axe...
OOC: Why don't we just announce the damage that is inflicted on our own chars? That way we don't need to worry about godmoding...
OOC: works for me!
IC:
Santucci was pleassed to get this hit. Still off blalnce he tried again and missed. He fell to the ground as his opponent approached. He swung bearly missing Santucci's head. He rolled over trying to doge the axe. Unable to get up he kicked behind his opponents shin with his hard boot giving him just enough time to get to his feet. Although he was up he wasn't ready for the next swing. The axe came down. He jumped to the left but still got a large chunk taken off his right thigh. Luckily his traditional armor acted as a temporary bandage. He then relized he had dropped his sword. As he leapt back to pick it up he recieved a less severe blow to his arm. As he regained his sword he blocked several more blows but managed to block them all as he fought to regain the advantage.
Grimzag's face was spattered with his enemy's blood. Grimzag grinned insanely as he tried to land a finishing blow, when Santucci's blade embedded itself into his shoulder. He let out a wild roar of agony as he grabbed the blade and pulled it out of his shoulder, sticky with his own blood. Desperately, he tried to grab Santucci and headbutt him.
OOC: I'm guessing I still have my sword.
IC:
After the headbutt Santucci staggared back a little woozy. His only hope to block any incomming blows was to keep his sword going in fluid circular motions. He felt himself bearly block two blows. He finally shook it off and became stable again. His opponent rose the axe over his head to deliver the fatal blow when muscle memory took over. Santucci quickly jumped to the left as the blade struck the ground hard. Santucci took the oppourntunity to take a kick at the axe.
OOC2: Thats all I have for now. If the part about raising the axe over his head is a little too muck like godmodding tell me. The reason I am saying this is I am now trying to impliment a strategy and that is also the reason I didn't post losses. If you would be specific as to what Grimzag does with his axe it would help my next post a lot.
OOC: Specific, as in "Grimzag twisted the axe left.." or just a detailed background of what he's used it for before? I'll assume it's the former.
IC:
Grimzag was trying to pull the axe out the ground when Santucci kicked it away from him. In the moments he had been pulling it, it had come loose just enough to be kicked away. Grimzag had a choice; Santucci or the axe? He decided that the axe could wait. If he ran for it, he could get slashed a good number of times. So instead, he launched himself in a vicious tackle at Santucci's waist.
OOC: you did what I mean except you didn't do what I hoped you woould BTW.
IC: As Santucci saw the massive man leap for him his only hope was to try and stick his sword out in time. He didn't know if the succeded. He felt pain and saw blood and the two bacame intangled on the ground. One way or another Santucci's sword came loose. He was holding with his finger tips when he managed to crwl away. In the split second he had he noticed he had suffered a deep wound starting at his hand and running down to his elbow. Ignoring it he waited to see what his opponent did next. He was unable to see damage but wasn't at a good angle considering he was on all fours, for that quick moment, one or two yards from his opponent.
OOC: Sorry. My psychic powers don't work long-distance...
IC:
Grimzag dived to his right, catching the axe in his hands when he hit the ground.