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Post by hualord on Oct 6, 2007 7:56:02 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Mars Holstman, Valekin Von Kaluskov XII
Arena Description: School Library, once the fight ensues the Librarian will leave to get help.
Time Limit: 30 Posts before enforcers arrive.
Inside the school library as expected to be spying on one of his important targets. Mars gets caught watching Valekin while trying to get more info upon the students of 259.
Valekin confronts Mars as Mars dons his mask and the fight inside the library ensues. However, they cannot use their full potential within school grounds considering the fact that the librarian has already gone for help from the other teachers. Valekin and Mars don't have long to settle things.
As the battle goes Mars and Valekin interrogate each other to find out each others purpose.
Match Type: Surrender
Special Rules: No Stats!
XP: +2xp win, +2xp loser
Note: The description is just for the arena description. Details about the fight should be settled with the player, and not instituted in the actual form.
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Post by valekin on Oct 7, 2007 13:15:00 GMT -8
The figure was in the library, causing trouble as he usually did when he was in the school. It sat at one of the many tables, with a stack of books, leaning back in a chair, with it's boots on the table. Lounging and reading at the same time. The two often went hand in hand. At his home, he didn't have a library currently, but he was going to stock it soon. He'd place a large order to a bookstore and pay in cash through the mail. At the moment however, he was scouting for some good reading.
The librarian was distressed at his presence.
He was flipping through a copy of Moby Dick, just because he could. Looking at the different illustrations, and checking the particular publisher, version number, and other publishing information. He'd want that exact copy for his library. "Hmmm hmm hmm."
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Post by Megalomaniac on Oct 7, 2007 18:28:17 GMT -8
"Hss...You..."
Mars perched himself on the second balcony of the library stalking his prey like a crazed but silent assailant. Eyeing the figure from the balcony he wondered.
"This? This is the dark figure everyone taints with their words of horror? I see what they mean.."
He sat. Mars watched him for what seemed like to a normal person hours on end. Quickly he shifted his gaze. People knew that he was a danger, the look on their faces explained without something to read.
At the time Mars had already adopted his mask.
"Hss.."
A male senior approached him from behind fixed on looking for what looked like another book.
"Excuse m-"
Mars reacted violently quickly tripping the male off his feet and throwing him down to the table below where his "subject" was seated.
"Move dammit!"
Mars whispered quietly as he watched the male fall perilously.
"Hss.."
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Post by valekin on Oct 9, 2007 7:28:41 GMT -8
Whumph. The body hit the table, and Valekin sighed, reaching his long arm out to grab the kid by the shirt, and pull him off of it. Shit like this happened every day at this particular school. It just happened to not bother him at all. Like it was said, he pulled the kid down and off the table, and onto the floor, where it was much more comfortable for him.
"It's raining children..."
He turned the page, then put down the book and picked up Silence of the Lambs. A book he had previously owned, but had lost in a tragic fight with his sister. It was quite disheartening. He'd have to get a copy of it. Why does a high school library have Silence of the Lambs? Isn't that an instruction manual for insanity?
"Whenever you want to come down."
That's right, he knew the kid was there. Even with the brim of his hat shielding his eyes. Valekin was like that, he could always tell when someone was there, he always knew it when he was being followed, and he always made them pay dearly, and with their blood.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Oct 10, 2007 15:31:44 GMT -8
"Hss...Fool.."
Mars eyed the figure as he read the book. Sitting there. Taunting him. Making those words seem like he was known. Mars picked up the book he was saving and leapt down from the balcony on the second floor.
*Wham!*
Mars hit the floor with a light silence. It was the boy he landed on that made the large thud.
"Hss..Looking for this?.."
He tossed a copy of a torn book titled "Hannibal" onto the table that the figure rested his legs upon. His mask tingled upon his face.
"Insanity..Truly a wonderful thing for you, no?"
He pocketed his hands within his belt black baggy jeans.
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Post by valekin on Oct 10, 2007 16:41:57 GMT -8
"It has it's uses, as does everything."
That was all he could say. That particular book he still had. Hannibal he still had, and had not suffered a tragic end, unlike silence of the lambs. But this fool was starting to bother him, rather, he was starting to annoy him. And annoyances had to be silenced. Valekin adjusted himself, then got out of the chair, and walked over to a book shelf, picked a book out of it. And tossed it at the kid.
Fwit.
He picked up another, and threw it harder at him. Then threw another, and another, and another. Before long he was chucking books just to piss the boy off. To turn it into combat. He was instigating combat. Just trying to pick a fight, trying to see if this person would walk away. He highly doubted it. People like this kid didn't do that, especially when they hissed like morons.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Oct 11, 2007 17:18:32 GMT -8
Mars was angry now, naturally. But as anyone else who maintained figure he concealed it as best he could. When he found books flying at him he immediately caught the first one.
Silence of the Lambs.
"Hss..Books?..Pathetic."
Mars took immediate action and threw the book at the next oncoming projectile giving him time. He moved near a nearby table kicking it upward forming a shield from oncoming books.
"Not a bad reaction time..clever too.."
Once he heard the books stop coming Mars stood up quickly, hands still pocketed. A smirk emerged behind his mask.
"Tell me about you...I want to know.."
He followed up by placing his foot under the table and kicking his "shield" at the figure as best as he could.
"I want to know...Now!"
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Post by valekin on Oct 11, 2007 18:18:42 GMT -8
Depending on how well he kicked that table depended on how Valekin dodged it, if it was necessary to dodge at all. In all likely hood, the table would probably fly two feet then hit the floor and wobble a bit. If it actually flew, he'd actually move quickly to vault over it and appear as though it had moved through him. This would give him an even more supernatural aura.
Valekin's agility was ridiculous.
"You lack the capacity."
That was all he said, and then the monster smirked a smirk that would never be seen. Mars would have to try a lot harder if he was even going to touch Valekin without Valekin letting him. The Serb had it all figured out already, it was simple. If Mars attacked, Valekin would counter, and finish him right there. If Mars postponed the attack long enough, Valekin would attack, Mars would attempt a counter, and Valekin would finish him.
That's what Valekin predicted.
"You don't know with whom you're fucking. Stupid is stupid, you might as well make the time you have left being conscious short. The more you prolong it, the more pain you'll endure."
Valekin lifted an arm, raising the back of his hand so that his claws would be visible to the boy. He was once again taunting him. If the kid didn't attack, then Valekin would, and it wouldn't be pretty, and there will be blood.
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Post by Megalomaniac on Oct 11, 2007 18:35:12 GMT -8
A joke.
Was this a joke?
Claws?
Mars watched on as the table whumped down in front of him revealing his opponent. Mars smirked at his opponent through the mask even though his face was not visible.
"Tell me...Hss.."
He held out his hand and pointed to his mask.
"Have you heard of the two dramatic faces?
..Happy?...
And sad?..."
He chuckled.
Dark power surged through him now. Mars was no mere assassain. He had many, MANY tricks up his sleeve ready to be used, especially his trump card. He would not falter easy. Mars, through experience was smart, and he needed something very important from this subject.
"Come..Show me..
Attack me.."
He held out two fingers as though it was the sign to raise a flame and signaled to this monster.
Mars just stood there. Was he stupid? Possibly. Waiting for the demon to crawl out of his seed.
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Post by valekin on Oct 11, 2007 18:43:42 GMT -8
Valekin shrugged, and closed the distance with a few long strides. While he walked forward he put his hands up, in a very loose boxer stance. His fingers hung free, his palms open and free. He let loose a nice palm to the boy's head but compared to as fast as Valekin could have preformed it; it could possibly be a feign. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
"The only drama is Cyrlilic Drama."
You never know what the psycho is up to, he was an excellent boxer, and an excellent practical fighter. There were people that other people that looked up to that had permanent scars because of him. He was a member of a military service. He could grapple with talent, and he could flat out brawl. Not many people had the skill, strength or speed to take him down. Generally he toyed with his enemy when it came down to boxing, and brawling, and all that shit. He specialized in counters, and grappling. Once he got a hold of his enemy, it was all over.
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Post by hualord on Nov 19, 2007 18:28:47 GMT -8
Locked. Time's up.
Equal Xp distribution.
Valekin wins due to the fact that he holds last post.
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