Post by Sage Sudeki on Aug 3, 2018 20:02:33 GMT -8
"Now fighting out of the Blue Cage, you've heard of his father, you've seen him in action, the Gambler, Spike Sudeki! Who I might add has placed a sizable bet on himself to win!"
Spike walked out as the cage bars dropped letting him touch his bare feet to the sand of the arena once more. Sunlight beaming him in the face, showing his gladiator uniform. His arms wrapped, his upper body exposed, a simple pair of slash held up by a blue cloth belt representing his stable. Peering into the circular arena with multiple platforms, walls, pillars, trenches, and pitfalls, the walls line with spikes in certain places, and the crowed watching the whole thing live.
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"Where do you go when you stare off like that?"
Spike is sitting in a large bay area with tables, chairs, TV, and some food. Other gladiators wearing the signature slacks and blue cloth belt. The one who asked another male fighter who was bandaged from injuries.
"Cousta Bojer."
He responded as he continued to stare at nothing, specks on the wall formed the scene burned into his memory. locked in combat at the age of ten on the front lines with the Dragon Core being lead into battle by his father. Bloodlust, the thrill of it. Made him grin, but staring at his fathers back illuminated with energy, filling everyone with pride and an intensity for the coming battle.
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"Now fighting out of the Green Cage, The Beast of 83, Ken Tanner!"
Across from him a tall man wearing a similar uniform with a green cloth belt walked out. His black hair slicked back and spiked out only offset by the mad grin on his face. This wasn't the first time they locked eyes in the arena. Or out of it. During the battle of Cousta Bojer they crossed paths a few times in the chaos. He was obviously older, by about ten years. stubble and a five o'clock shadow he couldn't get rid of, due to the slavery thing they were going through now.
"So what's it gonna be, Sudeki? Should we start with ten percent? Or straight to the main course?"
Ken yelled across the field to Spike who flashed his own grin thinking about their battles.
"If you think you can keep up going all out this whole fight, be my guest!"
Spike's eyes would transform, the white's turning black, his gold hues, gaining a new white circle around the pupil that cracked outwards. Tattoo like images appearing around his eyes, as they widened with his smile.
"Cause I can see everything."
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"You don't know what it was like."
Spike said to the other fighter at the table with him, as he took to his memory.
"There were so many people, sides with such immense power. I saw powers collide with such force, you could watch the explosion happen in dead silence, changing colors, as it forced the very atmosphere out of its way. Only to realize, it wasn't that there was no sound, the sound was too great for you to pick up, as the shock wave hits you, lifting you and everyone, everything off the ground, hurling you into the rest of the debris in the air, landing on the ground hundreds of yards from where you were, trying to orient yourself in a mess of dust fast enough to not be killed by the next explosion, just as fierce, maybe even aimed at you. The area's at ground zero for these massive events left twisting tornado's of energy, no wind, bolts of plasma and chaos striking through the air... As if we were hurting the very planet earth, and she was bleeding energy."
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Ken chuckled and his body mass changed slightly, he appeared more toned, defined in muscle. And they began fighting to the thrill of the crowed. Fists colliding, blows being expertly blocked or diverted, creating openings for strike to land. A flurry of nearly invisible strikes in a huge game of rock, paper, scissors. Spike was pushed back in this exchange as Ken knocked his arms high, and slammed an elbow into his face. Spike stumbled a bit trying to shake off the stunning hit, but Ken had already spun into a kick throwing Spike into a platform with his lower back, bending him over it slightly. The blonde fighter quickly rolled to the side as a large fist slammed into the platform, denting it.
Reversing the momentum with the power of his Right Eye and hurling himself back towards Tanner throwing a kick that would explode into black flame and plasma, bursting against his face. The crack of the strike causing cheers to thunder through the arena, and some booing. The battle continuing to grow in momentum and celebration as each fighter began using their more powerful techniques in an attempt to outlast their opponent, while also dishing out enough damage to end the battle as soon as possible. A constant dance, a tactical struggle, a game of skill.
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"That's unbelievable. I've seen my fair share of Qi users in my day, and no one I've seen matches the description of power, even if I combined a few of them it wouldn't come close."
Spike would chuckle.
"Yeah, you've probably never come across a Dragon. Leaving the Elders out of this entirely the other named Dragons are powerful enough to do that stuff. An Elder can probably do it by themselves."
The guy gave a scoff dismissing Spike's notion incredulously.
"No way, I know the Lightning Dragon is your dad and all, but aren't you being biased? How'd you get caught then, huh? Weren't you a Dragon?"
Spike's teeth grit a bit.
"I was a member of the Core... The standing army. I didn't get a name and don't want one."
The guy chuckled a bit at having got to Spike.
"Oh? Don't want to follow in dear old dad's footprints?"
Spike would spit to the side.
"I'll reach that power my own way. Besides, I survived that battle, right?"
He'd flash a cocky grin to the guy, who shrugged.
"Well with how good you are in the arena, I wouldn't think it would of been that hard for you back then."
Spike now laughed.
"I was ten years old in that battle."
The fighter was left with his mouth hung open like he wanted to say something, but just couldn't remember or put it into words.
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Ken and Spike stand... Barely in the middle of the arena, bruised, broken, swollen, bleeding.... And laughing. Ken's body is twice it's original size, huge muscles and bulging veins as his shoulder bounce in an odd contagious chuckle. Spike can only open his left eye, his right bleeding from a large cut running from his eye brow to his cheek bone and through his eye. His right arm is also hanging limply and at an odd angle. However, his laugh is just as contagious.
"I think... I think I got one more run of this left in me, Sudeki."
Ken kind of chuckles out as steam begins to rise from his body. Spike slows his laughing to take a deep breath and close his eye. Taking in the gentle breeze, the smell of blood, bile, and something minty in the air, letting it caress his sweat and blood covered body.
"Yeah... I'm right there too."
Spike would lift his good arm and concentrate, the area around his hand which was flexed into a claw began to darken, and a spark or two jumped from the fingers. It faded quickly, and his eye turned back to normal.
"Heh, out of Qi."
Ken huffed as his form drained back to it's original size, falling to a knee before groaning, stretching and pushing as hard as he could to stand back up. His eyes wild and unfocused, but he got there. Stumbling back a bit before stabilizing.
"BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!"
The crowed chanted as both fighters adjusted to be able to see the faces of the people laughing, talking on phones, recording, and generally taking pleasure in watching the savages fight it out. Spike closed his hand into a fist, as he began to grind his teeth at the noise.
"You know what that means... Only one of us gets to fight another day..."
Spike shot a look to Ken, he wasn't lying. The chant triggered the security system around the arena, turrets spun into action, into life pointing at both combatants. Spike forced his clenched fist to his side as he started to bare his fangs.
"Yeah... I'm sorry."
Ken would stand up straight and smile, putting his hands on his hips, and giving a chuckle.
"No hard feelin's kid. Just remember. Ken Tanners, the King of Beasts! Get out of here one day, yeah?"
"What are you talking about?!"
Ken would turn and rage out leaping at the nearest turret, fully transformed into his one hundred percent form, crashing into the turret, smashing it to bits before every other turret, turned.... Spike didn't turn, he watched. He saw what they did, how they were treated. How they put an end to a fighter, a master of Qi, a man who looked out for Spike since their capture after the battle, the great war. Even from different stables, wearing different colors, Ken made sure Spike ate, was safe, survived... The only person Spike could trust and rely on these past eighteen years, his only real friend. He watched until the guards came, he watched until he was forcibly removed.
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"Besides that... You don't even know The King of Beasts. He was also at that battle. Just as brave, just as strong... He wasn't a Dragon, he wasn't even on our side, but he could of put the Dragons to the test."
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Spike walked out as the cage bars dropped letting him touch his bare feet to the sand of the arena once more. Sunlight beaming him in the face, showing his gladiator uniform. His arms wrapped, his upper body exposed, a simple pair of slash held up by a blue cloth belt representing his stable. Peering into the circular arena with multiple platforms, walls, pillars, trenches, and pitfalls, the walls line with spikes in certain places, and the crowed watching the whole thing live.
______________________________
"Where do you go when you stare off like that?"
Spike is sitting in a large bay area with tables, chairs, TV, and some food. Other gladiators wearing the signature slacks and blue cloth belt. The one who asked another male fighter who was bandaged from injuries.
"Cousta Bojer."
He responded as he continued to stare at nothing, specks on the wall formed the scene burned into his memory. locked in combat at the age of ten on the front lines with the Dragon Core being lead into battle by his father. Bloodlust, the thrill of it. Made him grin, but staring at his fathers back illuminated with energy, filling everyone with pride and an intensity for the coming battle.
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"Now fighting out of the Green Cage, The Beast of 83, Ken Tanner!"
Across from him a tall man wearing a similar uniform with a green cloth belt walked out. His black hair slicked back and spiked out only offset by the mad grin on his face. This wasn't the first time they locked eyes in the arena. Or out of it. During the battle of Cousta Bojer they crossed paths a few times in the chaos. He was obviously older, by about ten years. stubble and a five o'clock shadow he couldn't get rid of, due to the slavery thing they were going through now.
"So what's it gonna be, Sudeki? Should we start with ten percent? Or straight to the main course?"
Ken yelled across the field to Spike who flashed his own grin thinking about their battles.
"If you think you can keep up going all out this whole fight, be my guest!"
Spike's eyes would transform, the white's turning black, his gold hues, gaining a new white circle around the pupil that cracked outwards. Tattoo like images appearing around his eyes, as they widened with his smile.
"Cause I can see everything."
_______________________________
"You don't know what it was like."
Spike said to the other fighter at the table with him, as he took to his memory.
"There were so many people, sides with such immense power. I saw powers collide with such force, you could watch the explosion happen in dead silence, changing colors, as it forced the very atmosphere out of its way. Only to realize, it wasn't that there was no sound, the sound was too great for you to pick up, as the shock wave hits you, lifting you and everyone, everything off the ground, hurling you into the rest of the debris in the air, landing on the ground hundreds of yards from where you were, trying to orient yourself in a mess of dust fast enough to not be killed by the next explosion, just as fierce, maybe even aimed at you. The area's at ground zero for these massive events left twisting tornado's of energy, no wind, bolts of plasma and chaos striking through the air... As if we were hurting the very planet earth, and she was bleeding energy."
_____________________________
Ken chuckled and his body mass changed slightly, he appeared more toned, defined in muscle. And they began fighting to the thrill of the crowed. Fists colliding, blows being expertly blocked or diverted, creating openings for strike to land. A flurry of nearly invisible strikes in a huge game of rock, paper, scissors. Spike was pushed back in this exchange as Ken knocked his arms high, and slammed an elbow into his face. Spike stumbled a bit trying to shake off the stunning hit, but Ken had already spun into a kick throwing Spike into a platform with his lower back, bending him over it slightly. The blonde fighter quickly rolled to the side as a large fist slammed into the platform, denting it.
Reversing the momentum with the power of his Right Eye and hurling himself back towards Tanner throwing a kick that would explode into black flame and plasma, bursting against his face. The crack of the strike causing cheers to thunder through the arena, and some booing. The battle continuing to grow in momentum and celebration as each fighter began using their more powerful techniques in an attempt to outlast their opponent, while also dishing out enough damage to end the battle as soon as possible. A constant dance, a tactical struggle, a game of skill.
______________________________
"That's unbelievable. I've seen my fair share of Qi users in my day, and no one I've seen matches the description of power, even if I combined a few of them it wouldn't come close."
Spike would chuckle.
"Yeah, you've probably never come across a Dragon. Leaving the Elders out of this entirely the other named Dragons are powerful enough to do that stuff. An Elder can probably do it by themselves."
The guy gave a scoff dismissing Spike's notion incredulously.
"No way, I know the Lightning Dragon is your dad and all, but aren't you being biased? How'd you get caught then, huh? Weren't you a Dragon?"
Spike's teeth grit a bit.
"I was a member of the Core... The standing army. I didn't get a name and don't want one."
The guy chuckled a bit at having got to Spike.
"Oh? Don't want to follow in dear old dad's footprints?"
Spike would spit to the side.
"I'll reach that power my own way. Besides, I survived that battle, right?"
He'd flash a cocky grin to the guy, who shrugged.
"Well with how good you are in the arena, I wouldn't think it would of been that hard for you back then."
Spike now laughed.
"I was ten years old in that battle."
The fighter was left with his mouth hung open like he wanted to say something, but just couldn't remember or put it into words.
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Ken and Spike stand... Barely in the middle of the arena, bruised, broken, swollen, bleeding.... And laughing. Ken's body is twice it's original size, huge muscles and bulging veins as his shoulder bounce in an odd contagious chuckle. Spike can only open his left eye, his right bleeding from a large cut running from his eye brow to his cheek bone and through his eye. His right arm is also hanging limply and at an odd angle. However, his laugh is just as contagious.
"I think... I think I got one more run of this left in me, Sudeki."
Ken kind of chuckles out as steam begins to rise from his body. Spike slows his laughing to take a deep breath and close his eye. Taking in the gentle breeze, the smell of blood, bile, and something minty in the air, letting it caress his sweat and blood covered body.
"Yeah... I'm right there too."
Spike would lift his good arm and concentrate, the area around his hand which was flexed into a claw began to darken, and a spark or two jumped from the fingers. It faded quickly, and his eye turned back to normal.
"Heh, out of Qi."
Ken huffed as his form drained back to it's original size, falling to a knee before groaning, stretching and pushing as hard as he could to stand back up. His eyes wild and unfocused, but he got there. Stumbling back a bit before stabilizing.
"BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!"
The crowed chanted as both fighters adjusted to be able to see the faces of the people laughing, talking on phones, recording, and generally taking pleasure in watching the savages fight it out. Spike closed his hand into a fist, as he began to grind his teeth at the noise.
"You know what that means... Only one of us gets to fight another day..."
Spike shot a look to Ken, he wasn't lying. The chant triggered the security system around the arena, turrets spun into action, into life pointing at both combatants. Spike forced his clenched fist to his side as he started to bare his fangs.
"Yeah... I'm sorry."
Ken would stand up straight and smile, putting his hands on his hips, and giving a chuckle.
"No hard feelin's kid. Just remember. Ken Tanners, the King of Beasts! Get out of here one day, yeah?"
"What are you talking about?!"
Ken would turn and rage out leaping at the nearest turret, fully transformed into his one hundred percent form, crashing into the turret, smashing it to bits before every other turret, turned.... Spike didn't turn, he watched. He saw what they did, how they were treated. How they put an end to a fighter, a master of Qi, a man who looked out for Spike since their capture after the battle, the great war. Even from different stables, wearing different colors, Ken made sure Spike ate, was safe, survived... The only person Spike could trust and rely on these past eighteen years, his only real friend. He watched until the guards came, he watched until he was forcibly removed.
_____________________________
"Besides that... You don't even know The King of Beasts. He was also at that battle. Just as brave, just as strong... He wasn't a Dragon, he wasn't even on our side, but he could of put the Dragons to the test."
Name: Your Event
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: An event has happened to your character alone. What happened? Write a story about some big event that just happened to your character. This event can be done once a month.
Bonus: Receive an injury that lasts 3 threads.
Payout: +3 exp, +$250
