Match #7: Jordan VS Seifer

[boss2]

OOC: I apologize for the delay but today marks the day of the start of the Confused Memories Cup, and I hope you all enjoy it ^_^! All matches have been picked randomly from a hat as well as who will be posting first in each fight. This thread will contain the match between Seifer and Jordan with Seifer first to post and Jordan to follow after. A tournament bracket will be posted to reflect the current state of the tournament and be updated periodically.

IC: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Confused Memories Cup! We’ve got several warriors ready to fight for your entertainment today folks, seasoned veterans, ruthless murderers, keybearers both light and dark, Heartless and Nobodies, and damn near everything in between! With 16 participants, this tournament promises to be a brawl unlike any you have seen before and for those of you that are squeamish, I suggest you leave the arena now!” yells a small centaur like creature, a few audience members leaving the pews upon his warning. With a flicker of a smile and a roar from the crowd, the diminutive creature continues his spiel.

“You better not sneeze, you better not blink, and you better not leave your seats folks, for even just a moment’s lack of attention could make you miss the fight of the century! I hope you’re all prepared for this as well as our warriors have and I’ve got five words for all of ya… Let the tournament begin!”

[theknight]

'That was four words, idiot.'

The sarcastic thought crossed Seifer's mind as he heard the goat man continue his introduction speech for the tournament, which he had to admit, had the weirdest name he had ever heard for something like this. Just what was so confused about it? 'Oh that's right, all the lamers who think they have a chance of winning this thing. Heheheh' thought Seifer to himself again, continuing to patiently wait for his match as the first six matches went underway. Unfortunately there was some bogus rule that prevented the other participants from actually watching the other fights, however from the sound of everyone of those six fights, there was a lot of technique users in the lists. When his name was finally called, Seifer pushed himself off the wall that he had been leaning against, and took his time to stretch before walking through the light less tunnel to the arena.

"Now introducing the first combatant of our seventh match today. Ladies and Gentlemen, he is a skilled gunblade fighter with an attitude to match his ferocity in battle, and Twilight Town's former reigning Struggle champion...give it up for Seifer Almasy!"

As the light slowly grew upon Seifer's form with each step forward he took, the cheers of the crowd seemed to grow louder and louder. Whether for the reason that they knew him by name, knew of his reputation, or simply because they were about to witness a former champion in action, these hundreds of random onlookers were ecstatic for the heated thrill of combat. Once he had walked out into the full light of the evening lamps, to the center of the sand filled death pit that had already claimed the reputations of six others. The poor souls that had lost their matches now had the pleasure of witnessing a real warrior in combat. With the thought of all these eyes on him, much like the night he had taken a ride on Matron's float, Seifer couldn't help but let a prideful smirk cross his face. With a pivoted step Almasy widened his stance, letting his white coat whip out off his hip for a brief moment, and a small amount of sand catch wind in the air. As he drew Hyperion from it's scabbard off his left hip from underneath his coat, Seifer's blue-green eyes met the gates of the other tunnel, to where the opponents from the other lounge doubtlessly waited for their own match. If he recalled correctly, there should only be two more still waiting back there, one of which was certainly his opponent. With a cut to his right, then a cut to his left as a mere warm up, Seifer readied himself for whoever was going to come out and face the former Sorceress Knight.

I hope you like battle music

[jordan]

Jordan sat in the shadows listening to the goat. Apart from his inability to count the man seemed a good showman. The Turks nerves finally over took him and he closed his eyes for a second then opened them to see Seifer go into the light of the coliseum. He seemed cocky and looked towards the tunnel. Jordan's face dropped, luckily he was in the black and out of sight.

Then the goat-man spoke again to introduce Jordan, Jordan had been asked a little about himself but shared little, he shared what he could though. "This is our second contestant, an expert martial arts fighter. He is blind in one eye but that won't stop him. This Turk is not to be taken lightly. Put your hands together for Jordan!" the goat announced his voice echoing around the arena.

Jordan was about to step back into the arena he had fought in with Yazoo. The Turk breathed in and straightened his blue tie and red shirt. Then he pulled his gloves tight and stepped slowly into the light. Jordan decided to look like a show off, this was to work up the crowd as they had probably paid for this and also to make his opponent feel smaller. This could make his opponent more likely to make a mistake trying to show he was better. Any mistake his opponent made was better for Jordan.

[theknight]

The increased volume of the crowd, and the slow ticking of the gears that closed the gate opposite of him only told Seifer one thing, his opponent was about to come out. When Jordan had finally revealed himself to the fans, they erupted in an ecstatic fervor of excitement, for they were on the verge of witnessing further carnage that they had all paid their munni's worth for seeing. When the Turk began to show off for the crowd, Seifer didn't feel smaller or insignificant due to the result of the man's showmanship, but merely looked about the arena silently until the brunette had finished his grand entry and display. Almasy slowly walked forward to his opponent until he stood a good ten feet away from him, keeping his gunblade lowered to his side. He surveyed Jordan's attire and appearance, slowly taking him in as he gazed from his shoes upward until he reached the brown locks of hair. This guy didn't have anything about him that seemed intimidating, and he didn't carry a weapon of sorts, so Seifer's best guess that from the gloves this guy was a fly swatter like that chicken wuss Zell.

Oh this was going to be fun.

A smirk crept onto the face of Almasy as he regarded his opponent with words, taking the time to rub a hand back over his blonde locks before actually looking him in the eyes. "Well I didn't know they let apes into the Coliseum, or that my opponent was going to be a monkey in a suit." he taunted, adding a cocky chuckle onto the end of the statement intended for the Turk. He raised Hyperion from his right side, then pointed the blade towards Jordan's face as he took his signature battle stance. This certainly wasn't going to be as interesting as a fight with Squall, but Seifer was willing to enjoy a fight either way, and in any case he wasn't about to underestimate this guy like he had done Zell in the past. Without warning Seifer made his move, turning to point his open left palm towards the Turk, which began to wreath itself in flame. "Well let's see if that suit was worth the price you paid for it!" It was then that a powerful Fira spell erupted from Seifer's hand, aimed for that ugly mop of hair on top of Jordan's head. Without waiting for the spell to inflict damage, Seifer lunged forward, intent to pair his Fira with a powerful stab towards the Turk's abdomen.

Abilities Used
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Fira - a powerful fire spell cast from Seifer's hand, cocooning it in flame before he throws it as his intended target(s) to inflict moderate damage. 2 post cool down.

[jordan]

Jordan's gambit hadn't worked, a shame really. Jordan curled his fists discreetly and listened to his opponents joke. Monkey huh? Do you think I haven't heard that before? Look, if you want to be funny you have to have a bit of originality."Jordan warned Seifer.

With no warning Seifer lifted his hand and cast Fira. Jordan didn't have enough time to dodge this properly so he dived to the left, this also got his away from the thrust. A fact he was thankful of. Jordan stood and jumped back, flipping back then he cast haste. Jordan was now moving double speed, this would significantly help Jordan in the fight.

Jordan landed and ran forward. The Turk aimed a punch at his opponents chest, then he kicked at Seifer's head. Not the most damaging combo but is should do some damage if both hits, struck.

[theknight]

Seifer narrowed his gaze as both of his attacks hit nothing but air, thanks in part to the Turk's rather unorthodox method of avoiding said techniques. When the half blind grunt made his flip backward, Seifer regained his poise as Jordan cast Haste upon himself, and readied himself in his signature stance once more. The brunette covered the ground between the two quickly, and before Seifer could react, a solid punch hit him square in the chest, knocking him off guard. As he brought his hand to his chest to clutch at it, the blond dipped in stature, which in turn allowed Seifer to avoid the kick as Jordan's foot barely grazed a few strands of his hair. As soon as the Turk's foot was coming down on his right side, Almasy stood to make a vertical slash up the man's back (from the lower back to the base of the neck) at point blank, knowing that even with a spell he would be hard pressed to dodge this. ""Come on, quit fooling around and fight chicken wuss! This is pathetic!" he yelled, raising his free hand to grab Jordan's jacket by the back of the collar, following it with a powerful stab aimed for the brunette's kidneys.

He had to admit this guy did fight similar to Zell, however there was something about the annoying SeeD's punches that stung a bit more than this guy's. If it had never been for Rinoa, Squall and the others ganging up on him to get Zell's back, Seifer was more than confident that he would have cut that loud mouth to pieces. A similar confidence radiated in himself even now as he fought this random spy from some other mysterious world he had yet to visit. He intended to win this tournament, and show everyone, even that lamer Leonhart that he was the best. The crowd erupted into a louder euphoria of blood thirsty chants as Seifer made his counters, and cheered on for more savage combat from the pair.

Cool Downs
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Fira - 2 posts

[jordan]

Jordan's punch connected but his kick just grazed the top of Seifer's head. He had to be honest he did half expect that. Quickly Seifer had sliced at his back. While the cut wasn't amazingly deep it stung. Jordan gasped heavily and stepped forward. Then Seifer called him a chicken wuss in an attempt to insult Jordan. The Turk chuckled as his jacket was grabbed.

Jordan knew a back attack was coming and kicked off his left foot side flipping. The motion dragging Seifer's arm painfully the jacket being dragged out of his opponent's grip. Then Jordan turned smashing his heel down onto his opponent.

This fight was becoming a pain, Seifer was pretty good The Turk thought to himself. This was irking Jordan immensely.

[theknight]

As his first attack connected, a devious smirk crossed Seifer's face when he went to grab at Jordan's collar, however this turned into a scowl as his hand was wrenched free when the Turk flipped away. As a result Almasy quickly relinquished his blade from it's thrust, and jumped back several feet, watching with blue-green eyes as Jordan's heel came down to smash a small crater into the sand. Almasy took this time to twirl Hyperion in his right hand once, then readied his signature stance once more as he pointed the tip towards his foe. The crowd erupted once more now that the two had initiated attacks on one another, creating a fitting display for the onlookers who desired unhindered carnage. They were indeed loud, yet Seifer wasn't about to let the roar and excitement of fighting before a live audience sway his focus, for his attention remained solely on that of the suited brunette. He had some unusual methods of fighting, and it greatly resembled that of Dincht's style with some small variations, yet this didn't instill even the slightest hint of worry within the powerful Sorceress Knight. A chuckle escaped Seifer as he darkened his gaze to Jordan once more, and slowly brought up his free hand while resting Hyperion on his shoulder.

The time for talk was over it seemed, as this unusual man wasn't letting Seifer's taunts get to him. A pity, for he would have really liked to use his own anger against the brunette, like he had done Zell so many times before.

It wasn't a big deal to Almasy though, as he remained confident that he would move on to the next round, and show the next unfortunate competitor to face him a real fight. Seifer still considered this opening match to be a warm up, and from the looks of how it had been going, it was probably safe to say as such. There was no underestimating his opponent, just a reassured confidence that he was the better of the two combatants. It was much like a fight with Squall, with the exception of any skill or talent with a blade, and a rather bleak sense of fashion. Chi once more engulfed Seifer's free hand, much similar to how he had cast the Fira spell, however the spell he charged packed quite a bit more punch than that of his flame. Seifer launched a full powered Flare once it had charged, aimed not for Jordan, but rather the sand just before his feet. Upon impact the spell would greatly heat and expand the sand as a result from the explosion, turning it into shards of glass that would fly like shrapnel to damage Jordan from a point blank range. As the lingering sand in the air clouded around the initial point of impact, Seifer quickly dashed forward, intentionally passing the possibly blinded opponent with one swift and powerful slash to the torso, coming to a stop behind him with the blade outstretched to the right as his arm remained extended from the maneuver. Almasy then turned around to witness the results of his tactical attack, hoping that it had done a sufficient amount of damage.

Abilities Used
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Flare - A sudden drastic increase of temperature is ignited among a set combination of molecules in a fixed location. The following effect is a violent combustion of air, heat and light, which appears as a very bright explosion upon a target. It deals heavy non-elemental damage to any target(s) caught in the blast. 2 post cool down.


Cool Downs
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Fira - 1 Post

[Felix]

Jordan has not posted for three days + and has therefore been eliminated from the tournament. Seifer will proceed to the next round by default.