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Postby Proto on Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:46 pm

... You're Hard Enough!

The Arena

Ah, the Art of Combat! Sweat-laced gladiators, idolised by the people and championed by the noblemen, these soldiers of fortune come together for a grand festival of combat in the famous Arena in the Capitol to test their mettle against one another and win tremendous rewards, fame and glory!

Can you become the Ultimate Champion?

The chances are you can! The simple format of this is that you take the victor of the previous bout, make up a character of your own and then write the story of their duel. The winning prizefighter will form one half of the next writers fight and so on and so on.

Be as creative as you like. THIS IS NOT INTENDED AS A SERIOUS STORY SO GET AS RIDICULOUS AS YOU WANT TO!

Think of this as the One Word Story with longer posts :wink:
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Postby Proto on Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:35 pm

Olaf looked down at the pitiful creature staring intently up at him and belly-laughed. In terms of height, Norix was maybe no taller than the barrel-chested human's knees, his reptilian frame rippling with muscles around an endoskeleton which positioned his centre of gravity only a few inches more than a foot off the ground.

Raising his fists in the air to the roar of the crowd, Olaf made a great show of ridiculing his opponent, jerking his head back and forth and lashing out his tongue in mimicry of the forked, jet-black sliver his opponent regularly prodded the air with.. The crowd, anticipating imminent bloodshed, surged with renewed energy and began chanting Olaf's name. Planting his foot on the chest of a headless corpse nearby, Olaf wrenched out the imposing battleaxe embedded therein and leaned forward into an offensive stance, sizing up his opponent.

With a sharp *snick* a shard of bone, black as a moonless night, slid forward from an orifice on both Norix's forearms, curving inwards to form dagger-length deadly weapons. Norix grinned and flicked his tongue across his wicked teeth as his body coiled in preparation for his opening gambit.

The crowd held its breath.

Both fighters moved towards one another simultaneously, Olaf with a roar and a lunge and Norix with silent, lightning-speed. The axe crashed down but met only resistant bone, the blade turned aside. Norix lunged upwards, claw hooking forwards to scrape along the tough iron of Olaf's breastplate. The left claw moved like a flash up and over the head of the battleaxe and into the ground, pinning the weapon to the ground as he slashed again, the razor sharp bone tearing one of the leather straps holding the clamshell torso armour of the big warrior in place. Olaf roared in frustration and smashed his clenched fist down onto Norix's head with formidable force, knocking the lizardman to the sand and simultaneously dislodging his axe. Recovering quickly, Norix darted through Olaf's legs slashing at the unarmoured areas behind the knees. Olaf howled in pain as one of the vicious claws found its mark, snapping his tendon and sending him sprawling to the ground, writhing in agony. With ruthless disregard to the calls from the crowd to prolong the end, Norix leapt onto the warrior's back, the talons on his feet digging in for grip and balance, as he thrust both bone-claws into either side of Olaf's head... once... twice... again. Leaping off and flipping dextrously in the air, Norix landed in his favoured low-slung combat position and searched the Arena with his black eyes, seeking both with those and the intermittent flicking of his tongue for his next opponent. The crowd exploded into cheers.


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Postby Nathreee on Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:32 pm

As the cheers of the crowd slowly waned, the entrance door to the arena slid open and a skinny, yellow-skinned man in long silk robes peeked around the corner. He disappeared for a moment to produce a strange cone-shaped device which he held at his mouth.

"Honorable guests of the arena..." His voice echoed against the walls. "Please welcome the next challenger. Known for killing goblins while unarmed, wearing armor made of Oni-skin, the honorable Hida Satsu!!" The crowd cheered as the little man stepped back and a large silhouette in spiky armor filled the door opening.

The little man's voice was heard once more. "Who is my little sister, by the way" Then a loud smack came from the door opening. The silhouette seemed to have thrown something against the wall, before she stepped onto the arena floor. She was in one word enormous. Her enormous shoulders were adorned with boney spikes. Her enormous body was clad in armour made of long strips of this boney material. She shook her enormous fists at the crowd as she stamped around the arena on her enormous boots and flashed her enormous yellow teeth. One could hardly call her female if it wasn't for her enormous... charisma.

Norix' body tensed and his tongue flicked in and out of his mouth. He seemed to be sizing up his opponent. Satsu turned to him, looking at him with small eyes like slits in her temples. She grinned her big teeth at him and slowly said one word:
"Ikuso."
She stretched out her hand and seemed to beckon Norix.

The little lizardman tilted his head and squinted. Satsu burst into a horrifically loud laughter that made her bosom heave. The crowd laughed with her.

Norix saw his moment. He burst forward and leapt up to plant his bone blades into her large forearm. But the woman moved as well, and almost as fast as he did. A hand closed like a wrench around Norix' left leg and lifted him up. He thrashed about trying desperately to get loose or at least hit something with his blades, but everytime he came close, the woman shook him about as if he were a puppet.

The crowd roared and laughed and the woman smirked at the lizard.
"Chibi..." She told him, before she stretched her arm backwards and tossed Norix across the arena, flat agianst the wall. A sharp snap could be heard, or maybe several, and then the lizardman fell huddled to the ground. Satsu sauntered over to him and not only placed her foot on him as he tried painfully to get up, but she also pressed it down on him until another snap was heard. The crowd shuddered with horror.

The enormous woman prodded the bundle of lizard limbs and when it didn't move, she grinned at the crowd. The arena burst into cheers as they realised that there was a new winner.

And who will be next to challnge her?
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Postby Sentenza on Sat Oct 28, 2006 7:40 pm

The Arena at those moments ... calm and busy at the same time ... servants appearing to fork the sandy ground, preparing it for another fight, another duell ... Satsu heads to a waterfilled ton opposite to the entrance of the round and starts washing her hands and arms ... sometimes still grinning victoriously and looking into the crowd, her moves .

Those watchers ... excited and getting hungry and thursty now ... start spreading into little groups, changing impressions and feelings about what they just became witnesses of. some headed to traders of grilled meat and shadowcooled wine and water ... some acknowledgelingly keep eye-contact to their heroine Satsu, whenever she takes another look around the masses ... others just talking, laughing ...

Than atmosphere starts changing ... the wind brings... sounds ... strange sounds ... not recognizable sounds ... low and soft noises ... noises getting audible more and more ... like ... like roaring footstamps ... now just stamps ... now the roaring again ... getting loader ... nah, can't be footstamps ... who could make such noisy stamps ... what could make such roaring ...

RRROOOOAAARRRRRRRRRR ... and again a stamp like an explosion ...

the crowd gets back to ... everyone tries to get as close as possible to brim ... no one wants to miss what might enter the arena ... nosy and fearful is the crowd now ... a banning mixture of emotions ... resulting in kinda panic of agony ...

arena portal opens, both wings moved by a greenhaired and colored woman ... it seems as she makes place for more thou ... and the louder and louder roaring and stamping didn't stop at all ...

A cry out of the crowd: „this mu mu must be Se Se Sentenza ... Se Se Sentenza, that cr cr creature handler, ba ba banned from the devided e e empire !“

No one noticed her nodding as all eyes were captured now when her bull rancor jumped over the walls to land inside the arena, followed by 2 sludge panthers entering through the portal ...

No one either noticed Satsu ... her way out of the arena now occupied by a bunch of hungry biests ... She just started to challenge Sentenza for the unavoidable duell, as she was attacked by the first panther ... pure bloodthurstyness and meathunger in these beautyful eyes of that cat attacking ...
nothing left for Satsu but defending her life ...

Sentenza by the way headed to the audience area ... got herself a glass of cooled wine and looked for a nice place to watch her pets doing their work ... hard to watch this fight, she thought ... just a striped fur here and a dark fur there ... too small this arena, she thought, throwing some heals to her animalic servants.

The Arena at those moments ... calm and busy at the same time ... servants appearing to fork the sandy ground, preparing it for another fight, another duell ... 3 biests heading to that waterfilled ton and in the crowd Sentenza, enjoying her wine ...
Sentenza . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rate TSS at WAR!

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