Hades
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Post by Hades on May 14, 2012 20:45:48 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd, the trembling of the stadium, the grunts of the pita vendors... All of these things filled the Olympus Coliseum today, for today would start the revival of the Hades Paradox Cup. Our favorite Lord of the Dead stood on a cloud high above the Coliseum, looking down upon all he had created for this new tournament. There were many reasons why he had decided to revive the tournament, but primary among them was the fact that so many powerful warriors would be coming to try their luck in the battles that lay ahead. There were bound to be many that he could manipulate into becoming his minion. He disappeared from his cloud and reappeared at the throne he had previously created atop the Coliseum. He looked around at the growing crowd and addressed them and the warriors that stood on the field below him, his arms outstretched, "Welcome one and all to the revival of the Hades Paradox Cup!" A powerful burst of cheers filled the air once more. Hades gave the applause and noise a second to calm down before he continued, "Have I got a treat for all of you! Due to the turnout this year, we've had to create a couple preliminary rounds to weed out the competition, so the first round is a team battle between our competitors! You must all work together to defeat," With a quick wave of his hands, a giant ball of energy appeared and hurled itself to the middle of the field. From it grew and took form until it finally became the Lava Titan. The fearsome beast roared and reared its head, ready to rampage. Gasps and hushed whispers were heard across the Coliseum as Hades spoke to the silence, "A MIGHTY TITAN! However, there is one tiny catch. Only the top four will advance. So, work together, but stand out among the crowd to gain acceptance to the next round! That's not going to be a problem, is it?"The Lord of the Dead laughed evilly as he emitted flames from his hands, igniting various fireworks placed at either side of his viewing box. As the fireworks exploded in the sky, he shouted, "BEGIN!" He sat down on his throne and lit a conjured cigar. He was ready to see what these warriors could do. -Okay, the rules of this battle are simple: You are all a team, and you need to work together to defeat...wait for it...The Lava Titan! However, only four survive each preliminary match. Therefore, you need to work together, but be better than everyone else. After three rounds of posting the staff will judge this thread and determine which four participants proved to be the bigger assets in this battle. They will judge on damage dealt, teamwork, realism, and creativity. Each entrant has 72 hours (3 days) to post, to help speed things up. Posting Order: Vivi, Genesis, Lava Titan, Falko, Felix, Whatever, Lava Titan, and Ritz-
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Post by vivio on May 15, 2012 10:28:34 GMT -5
The little shadow covered figure topped with a yellow hat made his way through the arched entryway into the tournament. Why had he entered? Vivi was not the type to usually be found in this sort of sport. Furthermore, Vivi didn't look like much of a combatant either. A tiny little speck amongst the sands on the arena floor, the yellow hat moved forward with little hesitation; his only hesitation being a bit of stage fright as his golden orbs stayed looked directly ahead.
Since back when he'd found out what Black Mages were made for, Vivi had never liked being the center of attention with all eyes on him. It was unnerving and made him feel singled out. A little alone too, with no best friend to steal the spotlight that Vivi had no love for. Yet still, the tiny black mage, oft confused for heartless, stood on the arena floor, looking up at Lord Hades himself as he gave the introductory speech for their first opponent.
The littlest mage found relief in the idea that his first fight would not be alone. It didn't help him regain his courage fully, however, because he knew these people were also competitors. His run in with Kefka had taught Vivi to be wary of those who claimed to be friends on sight, and in this competition he didn't doubt that there would be those determined to outshine him.
Let them, he thought. He wasn't here to shine. This was not a glory seeking endeavor for the little one. He adjusted his hat and kicked the back of his boot onto the ground to stretch gently, figuring he was about to have to run about a lot. He then tightened his grip around his stave and looked up at the fireworks as they went off. The light didn't pierce the shadows covering the mage's face but they reflected in the brilliant eyes. He wasn't here for the lights, the glory or the money, like most of the competitors would be.
The littlest competitor was here only because he had a feeling in his heart that it was right; that it was what Zidane would do. It was probably right, Vivi reasoned, because he'd seen Sora's name on the roster too. If anyone reminded Vivi of Zidane, it was Sora. Some new part of Vivi hoped he would make it far enough to face Sora, though he knew that he would have about as much chance against Sora as he would against Zidane. What a disaster THAT had been.
Tiny Vivi watched as the Titan was released into the arena in all it's gloppy glory. The heat from the titan itself was intense, as if Vivi were standing next to a live volcano. The tiny mage looked at it's fellow competitors and realized he was probably very outclassed. These people probably were a lot stronger, and the black mage had a feeling the one in red was by far more practiced in magic. Just the way he carried himself spoke of it.
Still, Vivi had come to this competition, and compete he would. He looked up at the titan. It wasn't solid; it reminded him of a flan type monster, sort of. Physical attacks wouldn't work against it because they would just be absorbed by the jelly body...
The little black mage knew at least one way to fix that problem. Vivi began running to the side to get out of the direct line of fire of the creature; a little bit away from the group of competitors, and held up his stave. The ground around him glowed as a blue magic circle appeared and Vivi's eyes shown brilliantly from the shadowy depths of his face. With all the precision of a surgeon, Vivi aimed for the only vital he could see, trying to solidify it so that someone could attack it's head.
The tiny mage remained quiet, still a little stage frightened, but also because he didn't want to draw attention to himself or what he was doing as the ice was aimed at the creature.
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on May 16, 2012 13:42:04 GMT -5
It was that time again and while it felt like the past Tournament had only just ended, there was no chance the opportunity would be passed up to prove himself to the worlds once more, to provide a means of entertainment to the people who traveled across the stars, if they were able too, to come to the world of Hercules and Phil, to watch as brave warriors from several worlds scattered about the stars came to compete in the Tournament. Some did it for fame and glory, some came to fight to test themselves and proof their might, some did it as much a means of simple entertainment as was meant to be provided for the audience coming to watch. But what about him? What about the man in the crimson coat?
At first he entered because it reminded him of the Golden Saucer back on his homeland. As luck would have it, the auburn-haired man had proved his strength and managed proceeded to the Final match against one known as Night, a Keyblade Wielder. Victory went to the Crimson SOLDIER and he gained fame of a new kind on this world far away from home. The same happened in the next and most recent Tournament, though the competition was much greater. Night was no where to be seen this time, but in his place in the Final round was one Selena Wolfsong, known more commonly as 'Artemis'. She too fell victim to the SOLDIER 1st Class's power and twice had the man known as Genesis Rhapsodos claimed the title of Tournament Champion.
And now it was that time again.
Word had spread quickly of a new Tournament being prepared, hosted by a man who called himself 'Hades'. Curiosity was the first feeling that caught Genesis' attention, for wasn't there a Summon Materia of the same name back on his home world? How could a piece of Materia host a Tournament? Unless it was a powerful entity like that of Bahamut and could transform itself into Materia to bestow the user it's powers? Who knew? The curiosity didn't last long for the thrill of being able to meet new and old warriors quickly got the better of him. Fighting, while not being something Genesis actively sought, was still something he was pretty good at. However, it was no longer the thrill of fighting new and different warriors, it was the fact that he was the current champion. He held the title and he knew he had to sign up and fight once more to defend it.
So here he was, waiting in the lobby with many other people, each and every one of them carrying a unique presence about them: some of Light, some of Dark and some of Neutral. It was a heart warming sight to behold, seeing people of every side of the war in one place with no intent to kill or hurt one another. At least not yet, anyway. As soon as the gates opened leading to the areas designated for the different divisions, the busy and crowded lobby soon emptied. Apparently the first round for each of the three divisions was a battle of teamwork and co-operation, perhaps due to the high number of warriors and mages entering, that a different approach had to be taken to whittle the groups down to size? Who knew, but the one thing Genesis did know, was that he was going to give everything he had right from round one.
Eventually, it was time to begin and the crowds who gathered to watch were already creating deafening roars and cheers. It sounded like they were just as excited as Genesis himself was to be here once more, and who could blame them? The Crimson Champion was honoured to be able to fight for these people once more, to provide them the entertainment they sought in order to erase the bad memories the war between Light and Darkness had brought to them. The quoter of LOVELESS closed his eyes as he waiting alongside the other competitors in his division, listening to the audience chant and cheer, louder and louder. It sounded like even more had gathered to watch the show then last time. The unmistakable chant of his name being called by his fans was mixed within the goose bump creating roars and the sound caused a small smile to spread across his lips.
Taking a second to check out who else was in his division, Genesis reopened his brightly glowing blue eyes and peered both to his left and right. Five more were with him, including that of his friend, Felix Maximilian. The others were a man in the same coloured clothing as himself, dressed in a way that made the SOLDIER think him to be a mage. Next was a young woman with red hair, she too also feeling like a magic user. Beside her was some young lad who looked very worse for wear. Tattered clothing, dirty hair and skin... was he homeless and was entering to get money to survive? And finally, at the far end was the shortest person Genesis had ever laid eyes on. A pointy brown hat, blue jacket, the little critter barely came up to his knee. Though he wondered if this little man was the perfect example of never to judge a book by it's cover? Most interesting. A second later and a voice spoke up in the arena, addressing the audience and explaining what was going to happen.
Phil then spoke up afterwards, the gates to the arena opening as one known as 'Vivi' was introduced to the fight. The tiniest mage then stepped forth and into the spotlight, cheers and quite a few 'awwwwws' spreading about the arena. "And out next competitor is one I think you all know very well!!" Phil then shouted out to the cheering audience. "There is no need to introduce him over anything you already know him by!! He is the Crimson SOLDIER and your current two times reigning Champion, make some noise for the return of GENESIS RHAPSODOS!!!" And noise certainly was made! Genesis chuckled to himself and headed on out into the arena where he was greeted with further, louder screaming and cheering. The SOLDIER raised a hand and gave off a smile as he acknowledged the crowd before he nodded at Phil in thanks. Making his way towards the middle of the arena, seeing as it was modified with the removal of the raised center platform to possible accommodate the size of the Titan everyone was up against, Genesis paused beside the Little Mage and looked down at him with a smile.
Attention was then turned up onto Hades for the shortest of moments, the auburn-haired warrior taking a second to obverse the new host and attempt to judge his character. It didn't take long for his bright blue eyes to turn back onto the threat that was glooping towards them. The Lava Titan was introduced and the battle had begun at Hades' command. Genesis' brow narrowed as his eyes glared at the massive lump of molten rock before him. The heat was incredible and seeing as this gigantic monster wasn't made of solid matter, using his Rapier was going to be useless. That wasn't a bad thing. The last thing the Crimson SOLDIER wanted right now was to be close to that thing. The thought rang a bell and Genesis smirked, where upon he then raised his left arm up and threw it out to his side, summoning forth his large, black Angel Wing
[/b] from his shoulder blade. "Alright big guy, lets see what you're capable of!!"Taunted the Crimson SOLDIER as he beat his wing and took off up into the air, noticing that little Vivi has ran off to the side and started to cast a spell, sending a spell of Ice towards the Lava Titan. Smart, that would be effective against the opposite element. Pity Genesis had no Ice spells in his arsenal, so instead, he decided to use something with a bit more 'Oomph'. Hovering within the air thanks to his wing, he floated before the huge creature out ahead of him and held out his left arm, stretching his fingers as he did so before a magnificent bright ball of white/blue holy power appeared and started to grow in size. Watching as the spell from Vivi was aimed at the monster's head, the only part of the creature that seemed to show any degree of this creature being alive over a massive heap of molten rock, Genesis chuckled to himself lightly and adjusted the direction of his arm slightly turning his aim down towards where he assumed the Titan's body/stomach was. A second later and he let the spell rip, unleashing a Holy[/b] that rocketed towards the Titan with incredible speed. Should the spell make contact, it would erupt explosion of holy energies, creating a blast a good 20 feet across. Perhaps the Titan had vital organs buried under all that lava and blasting a whole within him would provide an opportunity for the other warriors to deal damage? There was one way to find out. [/blockquote] -=Cooldowns=- Angel Wing[/b] - Passive Ability -- Genesis summons his wing, granting him increased movement speed as well as giving him the gift of flight.Holy - 5 Posts -- Genesis' most powerful White Magic spell. He released a sphere of holy energy that travels unguided but at incredible speeds. Contact with anything will create a 20 foot wide explosion.
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Post by titan on May 19, 2012 22:27:58 GMT -5
Yes! Freedom! The Lava Titan was active once more! With his return to life also came an intense heat which enveloped the entire stadium. Gelatinous and globby, the ball of molten earth trodded his way toward his targets. There wasn't much to this fight, it seemed, but he didn't care. He was happy to roam free and destroy everything again. With every step of his unformed feet, the ground melted another six inches. Before long, he would hit the solid rock of the world and he would melt through that, too. Destruction would reign supreme in the name of the Lava Titan!
Oh? What's this? Two little ants coming to end their suffering quickly? The Lava Titan let off a strange, gargling sound that sounded like a boiling pot ready to explode. That was his laugh and he was right to laugh, too. He could barely see the blue ant that was running toward him, but he did see the ice envelop his head. It stung slightly, but quickly melted away, causing the great beast to roar loudly. Before he could gain his composure, here came a flying ant. He raised his arm, ready to swat the pest away, but found a strange feeling in his core. He looked down and saw an bright energy explode in his center. It blew the Titan to shreds. Pieces of lava were flung throughout the stadium and landed on everything and everyone it could, even, potentially some of the combatants. Screams filled the air as patrons in the stands ran to avoid the explosion.
Though as quick as he exploded, the Lava Titan reformed, roaring even louder. "FOOLISH ANTS! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!" he taunted. How dare they try something like that? These ants were in for it now. It was time to melt away all that surrounded him. Globbing forward, he opened his melted jowls and exhaled, spewing forth a massive wave of Lava across the entire field. He moved his head back and forth quickly to blanket the entire area in his heat. Let the ants try to survive. Let them try to stop him. None can withstand his heat for very long. In the end, they will all fall, just like the many ants that once stood before him in the time before Zeus. This was his day of freedom and he would not lose! Try your worst, tiny ants!
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Post by Falko, Red Mage of Light on May 20, 2012 20:38:56 GMT -5
Organized blood sport was not among Falko’s list of pastimes. There was a certain romance to combat, given the proper environment and conditions, but such was often related to the principles of good versus evil or some such. That was to say, the near opposite of doing battle with like-minded strangers simply to entertain a crowd. In some ways it was almost barbaric, especially given that the only incentive to draw sword was a monetary reward. Riches were of value to some, he supposed, but the common coin was such a cold thing. It could neither share its experiences nor plant a kiss, and while it could be used to purchase drink it made for a poor barroom companion. No, there was absolutely nothing of interest where arena combat was concerned.
So why, then, was he here?
He emerged from the lobby with the rest, the gritty tone of the sand under his boots being lost among the symphony of footfalls that his fellow fighters composed alongside him. More deafening yet was the not inconsiderable roar of the surrounding spectators, though their cheers struck Falko as distinctly without heart. For the time being they merely celebrated the advent of battle most imminent, and as such their enthusiasm was unrefined and without aim. He had no doubt though that, as the competition advanced and favorites emerged from those participating, their spirits would be heard alongside their voices. Though he did note a change in atmosphere when one Genesis Rhapsodos was given welcome. The mage turned his head at that, committing the apparent champion’s face to memory. His color preference certainly could not be faulted.
He knew not why he was here, but being surrounded by this varied assortment of individuals young and old was cause enough for consideration. It was likely unknown to the spectators, but Falko had more than a suspicion that all parties gathered were not of this world. Like himself. Perhaps here, amid blood and sweat and sand, he could find what it was that made his heart cry so. Maybe they were the key to finding what he could not recall was lost.
A being, seemingly composed of smoke and crowned with flame, appeared amid a swirl of smog. His regal position at the top of the structure was enough of a hint, but even such showiness was not required to recognize the eponymous host of this tournament. He had to admit that he was surprised though. When envisioning a deity who ruled over the deceased the Red Mage pictured a dreary, perhaps ominous entity. This was not what now addressed the crowd though. This Hades, as he was called, spoke more like a merchant of snake oils than a custodian of the posthumous. Even now he half-regretted that the figure of divinity was not closer, if only so it could be seen whether or not his tongue was forked.
For one clearly so practiced with his words his preamble was surprisingly brief, however. Perhaps even a little blunt. Still, it got his point across perfectly clear. Stand out as more than just another oaf with a sword and move on with the rest. It was a simple enough goal, and one that he could reasonably complete. Still, it was ill fortune that he was placed in the same group as the apparent standing champion. Few things made a man stand out more than his reputation. It was Falko’s very reason for his signature red garb.
There was to be no more stalling. Just as the god’s speech reached its climax their contender was loosed. A great beast appeared before Falko’s very eyes, seemingly spawned from a mote of energy cast to the sand floor. He had to momentarily cover his face as a wave of intense heat ripped through the arena, whipping his cape about as the very air entered a brief but intense flux. The monster in question seemed a great rolling mound of magma, its only identifiable anatomical feature being the three openings at its peak that gave resemblance to a human face. It was somewhat unsettling, but far from a hazard. The real issue would be its absurd temperature. Combined with its semi-liquid structure it was more than likely that normal physical assaults were worthless. Truly this was a foe most formidable.
It is as though the entirety of Mount Gulug has risen up to challenge us, he mused inwardly. At least, unlike the fire-filled mountain, this behemoth would possess some manner of vulnerability. Hopefully.
Already two of the combatants sprang into action. Falko first noticed Genesis make his move, though it was not until he felt the “whoosh” at his back that he realized such. One moment the man was at neutral, and the next he had taken to the skies. The Red Mage shielded his vision from the sun’s rays as he observed the champion’s flight, as well as the fact that he had sprouted wings. Or....wing? He could only see one, but surely it was a trick of perspective. He would not observe long enough at this time as his attention was dragged away by the shortest among them, who made a visible spectacle of himself as he gathered arcane energy. Falko had thought the boy’s manner of dress strongly resembled that of the traditional Black Mage back home, but it seemed the resemblance was more than aesthetic. The Titan’s head was encased with ice: an act that seemed to anger it. Due to the odd nature of its body he could not determine of any serious harm was done though.
What was more visible was Genesis’s follow-up, which promptly blasted a hole in the brute in an incredible show of magical prowess. Truly this was a powerful individual. Foresight did not appear to be his strong suit, however. Pieces of the burning beast rained every which way, and Falko could not help but sigh as a glob of it arced through the sky and fell toward him, partially blocking out the sun’s rays. He swing his hand as he conjured the Sun Blade to its grasp, and in a single motion the mass of burning sludge was bisected. Either half of the errant projectile fell around him and splattered across the ground, but the mage gritted his teeth and grunted in pain as he realized that a partial spray of the stuff now dotted his chest. Glowing droplets ate through his clothes like nothing and tore at his chest, searing flesh as they clung to him. He did not think the injury would prove severe, but it was quite painful.
The Titan immediately proved that its spirit was not broken with a cry of challenge. Falko did his best to shrug back agony of fiery claws raking at him, only to recognize a more severe problem. The mountainous being from the depths of the earth now reared back, clearly in preparation for an assault. Should he be struck with more than a fraction of the thing’s scalding mass, Falko imagined that he would get more than a few burns. He took off running even before its self-vomit began. He thought the thing might charge them, but when he looked back to see only a wave instead he counted his blessings. He partially ran up the arena wall, using the traction of his boots against the fine surface for a quick leap up, and then firmly thrust his blade into it. Much to his relief he found purchase and pierced through. As the waves were almost upon him he swung his body up, with legs momentarily seeming to take a walk upon thin air, and then landed perched upon his own weapon. The wall of lava struck the stone bank, setting up a spray of embers but ultimately failing to touch the mage himself.
He took a moment to check himself, and was mildly crestfallen to discover that the hem of his cape had been charred. He exhaled in disappointment at this discovery, but then turned his interest back upon the roaring mass of stone and heat. This fight was only beginning. “Do not lose heart!” he shouted, trying to keep his voice above the hollering crowd and the audible sizzle of the lava. His call was to all who might hear it, though he did not yet make efforts to assess the damage of the last attack. “See how it makes a grand spectacle of itself! How it writhes under magical assault!” He cupped his hand as though to grasp the air within it, and arcane light danced along its palm and between its digits. “The beast is large! It is mighty! But it is not invincible!”
He hurled his Blizzard spell to punctuate his last words, aiming to strike the Titan in its eye. He could not imitate the sheer force of the prior caster’s spell, but if he could hit a vulnerable point he could at least irritate it, with any luck.
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Felix
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Post by Felix on May 22, 2012 15:49:49 GMT -5
And so it was that time of year again, it was that time of year where Felix didn’t have much to do in the way of work. While it was very infrequent that these times came they did indeed come much to his dismay and thus he always had to work something out to keep him occupied. This was a bit difficult for him considering that he hardly ever had vacation and couldn’t do something like take a cruise on Destiny Islands as he had already seen what that world and several others had to offer. Furthermore he now had an apprentice to take care of, a black spiky haired brat that got on his last nerve but one that he was determined to teach. Indeed, he was resolute in teaching the brat, spending at least eight hours a day to train him both physically and mentally. It left little time to find work let alone think of what to do when work dried up or Genesis stopped giving him assignments to take care of. He was at quite the loss of what to do but when he passed by a bulletin board in Radiant Gardens that had a flyer on it he couldn’t help but smirk.
”They’re hosting that at the coliseum again? Hmm well looks like I know what to do with my time off and better yet I can drag you along too,” he would note, looking over to the boy that was currently running in front of him, dragging Felix who was currently sitting on a tire, ”Isn’t that right my spunky little sidekick?” he would tease with a grin as they continued their run.
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A few days later and after cramming as much last minute training in both himself and his apprentice, Felix would be waiting in a passageway along with a few other combatants, some familiar and others not so much. The first one his eyes fell upon was of course his employer and winner of the last couple tournaments, Genesis Rhaspados. A small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw him, waving over to him but not saying much as he could imagine what the other red-head was thinking. That also worked in reverse, Felix sure that Genesis also knew what he was thinking and how much he was itching to have a rematch with him after their last fight.
And I never lose to the same man twice Genesis,[/i] he mused as if he were saying it directly to Genesis. Whatever the case his eyes than rolled over to the shortest person of the bunch, a black mage known as Vivi who he was quite surprised to see attending this tournament. He had only met the kid once so he couldn’t say for sure but he had never figured him for the type to willingly sign up for a tournament. Although there was the chance it wasn’t by choice and was instead necessary to accomplish whatever goals he had set for himself. It was of no concern to the red-head, he was just glad the kid was around as he would probably also be an interesting person to fight if they met in the tournament.
I just hope you’ve gotten stronger kid,[/i] he mused as his eyes worked over to the odd one of the bunch. Indeed, this one was rather odd and while it was a very vague memory Felix had the feeling he remembered encountering this fellow once. He couldn’t put his memory on it but he could swear he had kicked the guy in the head although for what reason he wasn’t entirely sure. Whatever the case he looked rather peculiar and if his work as a freelancer had taught him anything thus far it was that strange looking people were often dangerous.
On the other hand the stranger they are the harder they fall as the saying goes or rather how it goes when I say it,[/i] he thought as he let his eyes travel to yet another combatant waiting for the bell to ring. This fellow didn’t seem like much to write home about, the only thing standing out about him being his red cloak. Indeed, he wasn’t famous that was for sure, or at the very least not famous enough for Felix to bother knowing him.
Or remembering him after I take him out heh,[/i] he mused as his optics moved over to the last person waiting alongside everyone else. A smirk curved against his lips as he gave her a once over, not particularly keen on the prospect of fighting such a pretty girl but knew it would be a necessary evil. Indeed, if she were his first opponent there was no way in hell he would throw a fight, he wanted to fight Genesis and win this tournament more than anything. Nothing would get in the way of that goal, not this girl, not his apprentice, not anyone else in this room or even…
Jeez I can’t even look at another girl without her springing up in my head,[/i] he complained as he shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought. With his mind cleared rather quickly, he would make note of the announcement that was being delivered by Hades, known as the Lord of the Dead or something like that. Felix didn’t care to probe his mind for any information regarding Greek Mythology or what have you, what mattered now was beating his opponent… or rather working with his team to do so? This struck the freelancer as quite peculiar, not exactly sure why they would have such an odd method to deal with the numerous contestants. If it were up to the red-head he would have preferred a royal rumble of some sort or a qualifier that was based on one’s individual merits as opposed to how well they worked on a team. In the end that’s what this tournament would become right? A string of one on one battles with the winner being decided when one yielded or the person’s face was buried in the ground correct?
Well who knows, with that guy in charge for all I know the next match will be a three vs three,[/i] he mused as he closed his eyes briefly, Either way I should be on my guard, I don’t exactly trust Hades, the type of guy known for being deceitful and all that. Although if this were some scheme he had cooked up I suppose I’ll just beat him up when all is said and done. In fact I may do that anyway it would be nice to add “Godslayer” to my resume, probably get me a lot more money on future jobs,[/i] he finished his train of thought, opening his eyes with a smirk on his face, determined to win this first match regardless of its odd set of rules. Whatever the case, he soon made his way into the arena to face a giant monster of an opponent, one that from the looks of it was made of a hot gooey substance known as magma. The freelancer frowned at this, sighed even as it would limit his ability to attack quite a bit.
Indeed, this rather unfortunate turn of events meant that he had only one technique that could be properly utilized to deal with this beast and even then he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea. It would still involve him getting up close and personal with the titan and while the freelancer enjoyed skirting along the edge of death, that was just plain stupid. On the other hand, he wouldn’t have much of a choice especially when he was forced to act as Vivi and Genesis sent their attacks at the titan. Vivi sent an ice spell at it, a smart choice considering the opponent while Genesis did something a bit more ballsy, sending a giant bomb at the thing.
”What was the name of that again? Holy or something?” the freelancer noted as it exploded in the center of the creature, causing its molten body to spread around the arena and even into the stands. This didn’t escape Felix’ notice as some of the lava had across his shoulder, not having paid full attention when he looked to the stands and the ensuing panic. He gritted his teeth as the molten rock had burnt through his shirt quite easily and had left some rather nasty burns in its wake despite only being on his shoulder for a second. Whatever the case, as the Lava Titan pulled itself back together, a smirk curved against Felix’ lips as a follow-up to the combo between Genesis and Vivi formed in his head that would involve those two. Beginning to run over to Vivi as he would be the first part in the plan, Felix would notice the Lava Titan getting ready to send out its own attack. With its head pulled back, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what might be going on and thus Felix would grab onto Vivi’s collar without hesitation. As the Lava Breath[/b] attack was used and began to cover the arena floor, Felix would jump into the stands with Vivi in tow, taking advantage of the fact that magical barriers hadn’t been erected as they normally were. Indeed, while he doubted it was the LOVELESS quoter’s intention to reveal that little interesting tidbit, the scattered bits of the Lava Titan’s body had confirmed that fact. He wasn’t sure why the barrier wasn’t around but perhaps Hades just didn’t care enough for the people as they panicked.
”You probably don’t remember me but the short of it is I’m Felix and I need your help Vivi!” the freelancer shouted to make sure he caught the little mage’s attention, ”I need you to do me a favor… shoot me in the back with a fireball when I give a signal,” he instructed, now being a bit more silent as he didn’t wish for the Lava Titan to hear. Whatever the case, Felix would run down the first few steps of the stands before jumping high in the air toward the Lava Titan.
”NOW!” he would shout to Vivi as he reached the peak of his jump. Feeling a fireball hit his back, he gritted his teeth as the explosion sent his body up further, allowing him to reach a height unattainable without Mass Manipulator[/b]. Whatever the case, the extra height would put him above the titan’s right shoulder, giving him the positioning necessary to enact a reckless plan. Indeed, as gravity took a hold of his body and he began falling toward the Lava Titan, a layer of water would suddenly form around Felix’s body, covering him from head to toe. It was a technique he didn’t use often but as the situation called for it the freelancer had activated Water Manipulator[/b] a technique that would allow him to fight the Lava Titan or at the very least he hoped. He had never used the technique in such a way but it wasn’t like one was often faced with an opponent literally made of lava. Regardless, the theory was that if he stepped on the magma that made the Titan’s shoulder, he would cool it enough to allow himself to keep his feet and get into melee range with its giant head. If not, at the very least the Regen effect of his Water Manipulator[/b] would heal his feet constantly and so long as he kept moving said feet the damage wouldn’t be too extensive.
Couldn’t have gotten one made out of ice or something easy right?[/i] he would complain and immediately upon landing move to attack. Yes, running across the shoulder of the Titan to get to the side of its face, Felix would immediately fall into an Orthadox Thai Boxing stance and unleash a devastating combo that he hoped would cause considerable damage to the monster. It would start with a double jab, two fast punches to get him into a rhythm. Next, the freelancer would put his weight down on his left leg as he pivoted on his right foot, throwing a cross into the gooey substance that made the creature. Immediately after the cross, Felix would pivot on his left foot, putting his weight into what would normally be a devastating left hook on any normal opponent. Yet this wasn’t the end, far from it, as he would then turn his left foot 180 degrees, pivoting on the ball of his foot as he raised his leg and snapped it down on the titan’s face. Making sure to kick all the way through and use his momentum to carry him, Felix would spin his body around, stamping his right foot on the ground as he sent a left side kick to the beast’s face. Placing that foot in front again and falling into his Orthadox stance easily enough, Felix would let out another right cross. As he did so his right foot would slide forward as his arm seemed to collapse but instead snapped into a right elbow followed with a left elbow. Than as the final touch to this extensive combo, Felix would bring his left leg back before lifting it off the ground and placing a knee into the monster’s face… or at least that’s how it played out his head. The relative success of all these blows would certainly have to be seen but whatever the case, whether he was attacked in the middle of his combo or after, Felix would do what was necessary to not die… that being noted.
”Hey Genesis you should give me a lift when you can!” he would shout to his boss, hoping that he would give him a hand in case things got a bit too hot, I’d rather not be caught in one of your “this is going to kill everyone in within a twenty yard radius” spells[/i] he added but kept that one to himself.
OOC: Got permission from Vivi to save him/use his fireball to propel me toward the Titan for those concerned.
Water Manipulator[/b] - By basing it off the same principle of his Mass Manipulator ability, Felix can manipulate the element of water to his will. When activated, his body will be covered by a thin layer of water that constantly flows around his body and heals his wounds slowly (Regen). The water armor will not provide any innate resistance to Water Elemental attacks. As for his attacks, they will all be given Water elemental damage on top of the physical damage Felix deals normally. If attacked directly, the water will wash over the opponent’s body and remove any positive buffs currently on them (Dispel). The status effect will not be applied if the opponent is attacked with his katana. The ability has a two post duration, a three post cool down, and CAN NOT be used for one turn after a previous elemental manipulator (this applies to all elemental manipulators). (Added as Unity reward, 8th of August 2011.)
Duration – 1 out of 2 posts.
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Whatever
Heartless/Nobody
Random Play Heartless[M:50]
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Post by Whatever on May 25, 2012 2:12:27 GMT -5
It felt strange to be in the arena again, but what made the Heartless feel even more awkward was that he was grouped up with several others. Not to fight against them, but alongside them. Couldn't they specify things better in these signups? The Heartless thought annoyed and scratched his head as he followed the others into the arena.
The little mage and the champion were the first to attack, but while they were attacking, the Heartless was still pondering how this was going to work. The one named Hades explained the rules, apparently he had to do something great and get the audience to like him, wait, that's not ever gonna work. Other than that, his opponent was a titan, and not a normal one either, how do you attack lava with melee attacks? If I was to punch the being, I'd burn.
Another thought came to mind, the time he went berserk would be a disaster here, most probably. Still, if I can't use magic, I'm stuck to weapons or bare fists. Bullets aren't going to cut it here and neither will my fists and feet, I probably get them scorched off, the more he thought about it, the more he figured he was useless here.
His thoughts were broken when the titan roared and unleashed a wave of lava, oh crap, putting his hands together and aiming downward, he hoped he could create a rock to stand on or something. I'll just try and see what happens, as long as I don't go berserk it'll be alright. If this fails, I'll have to try and get away from this wave another way.
As he casted through the Cries of a Spell, the Heartless started to float above the ground as Levitate started. This is new, he figured and then spun around to try and reached a higher level to go over the molten wave. At once he tried to create a weapon as well through the Cries of an Item and he created a Reinforced Gun.
Aiming where he expected was the head, at least it spoke through there, the Heartless released several bullets as a test to see if this was going to work. He floated further up as the wave came at him, scorching him a bit before he came to a level above the lava. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," as he turned to where he saw the guy talking, in a rather fancy way, about how magical assault worked well, the Heartless spoke up loudly: "and what about those that can't do magic attacks?"
The Cries of an Item 1d4 ~ 1: Reinforced Gun: Four posts active.
The Cries of a Spell 1d4 ~ 3: Levitate: Two posts active.
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Post by titan on May 29, 2012 18:51:45 GMT -5
More pathetic mortals had decided to join in this battle after sitting on the sidelines while the red angel man and the child with the pointed hat started the battle. The first came from a man with a red hat and silver hair as he cast a blizzard spell that hit the Lava Titan right in the eye. The riran roared in annoyance as another ice spell had injured him, ever so slightly.
The second attack came from a man foolish enough to walk on flowing magma. This man thought it smart to strike the burning titan with his fists and legs. Sure, each attack found connection, but it did so at the cost of lava spraying out from the splash effect. That was the power of his lava coat; physical attacks could hurt him but a counter would result by spraying lava at the attacker.
The final attacker shot the Lava Titan with some sort of firearm. With each connected bullet, lava sprayed across the battlefield towards the combatants.
And now the blazing titan found a chance to attack himself. He lifted his hands high into the sky before sending them straight down into the stadium floor. It looked as if he was reaching for something through solid concrete. About a second later, his massive fists rose below two unlucky combatants, Whatever and Falko.
As his fists returned to him he placed both of his palms on thr ground atound him. He then spun in three complete circles, leaving a trail of magma on the surrounding ground around him. From the fresh pool of lava came several mortar-like firing blasts of flame, one for each combatant in the tournament.
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Terra
Keyblader
Vincent's Profile Apprentice[M:50]
The Terrable One
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Post by Terra on Jun 2, 2012 6:07:31 GMT -5
Ritz has failed to make the 72 hour post limit, and is disqualified. Vivi is next to post, he has three days.
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Post by vivio on Jun 4, 2012 0:56:26 GMT -5
As the creature vomited his lava onto the field, Vivi felt a moment of panic at his inability to get away. He had started to run when someone picked him up from behind and ran much faster.
”You probably don’t remember me but the short of it is I’m Felix and I need your help Vivi!”
The tiny mage blinked. He remembered that voice. There had been another tournament like this on another world far away... "Felix!" The man had rescued the kid from being attacked as a common heartless and had then proceeded to show him some of the finer points of fighting in an arena before he'd had to disappear for a reason Vivi still was unsure of.
”I need you to do me a favor… shoot me in the back with a fireball when I give a signal,”
Vivi's first thought was to tell the man he was crazy... what good would more fire do in this hell's arena? Looking at how Felix had pointed himself directly at the Lava beast, Vivi began to understand a little better, remembering Felix's abilities with using elements as a power up to his physical attacks.
"Ok... Be careful!"
Vivi's eyes glowed and a red magic circle appeared under his feet as he prepared to unleash his attack at the back of his comrade. The fire within him burned almost as hot as the rippling, waving heat from the lava all over the arena. Vivi was covered in a lot of clothes... it made this a little uncomfortable...
"NOW!"
Felix's cry caused Vivi to release the attack suddenly and he didn't have time to give any warning... but thankfully it had projected Felix properly and he was now able to run up and hit the monster.
Vivi was now in the bleachers, left there by Felix before he'd been propelled through the arena. Thankfully the Titan didn't seem too focused on the little one and was instead trying to drown the rest of the competitors on the ground in a fiery ooze. From Vivi's place it was easier to see everything that was happening and try to help people... That's when he heard someone cry out.
"And what about those that can't DO magic attacks?"
Being focused on the combatant, Vivi nearly didn't see the fireball heading at him until it was too late to miss it completely. Falling to the side, Vivi's hat and clothes were badly singed and he now had a couple burns on the left side of his face and a bruise on the right side of his ribs... but he staggered to his feet. He would be ok... he had been hit like this before... but... Yellow orbs looked back at the man who had spoken.
The littlest mage noticed that the man was having trouble doing anything against the creature... If he was left down there alone and couldn't do magic... He wouldn't last long. Most people would accept that as part of the tournament. Vivi, however, was trying to rekindle his own spirits by reminding himself of his friend; and Zidane would never let anyone who had no way to defend themselves fight alone. And so Vivi called out.
"Then fight with someone who can!" Vivi held up his stave and another magic circle appeared on the ground around him, holding his stave pointed at the Titan, Vivi began to drain some of his health away from him to heal the smallest mage. Panting and now without the aching pain running through his body, the tiny one called out loud.
"We can't last much longer like this... Be careful of the splashing! You're hurting yourselves as much as him! It's like a flan! If you don't have magic at all, use the arena to your advantage! Liquid doesn't flow UP!"
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Blizzara: Ready to Use Next Post Fira: One post Cooldown Drain: Two Post Cooldown
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Jun 6, 2012 11:33:49 GMT -5
The smirk on the lips of the Crimson SOLDIER didn't last for very long. While his attack followed in suit straight after the first ice spell cast from The Littlest Mage, the connection of Holy upon molten rock caused the arena to be coloured a new shade of colour. The burning, fiery red and orange of the Titan's body was replaced with the soft and cool blue and white glow from the One Winged Angel, lighting up the battle arena as well as the spectator stands brilliantly. The visual display of the Holy erupting, the crackling of it's mystical power was something else, but the after effect was what concerned the SOLDIER most. As his spell had erupted within the Titan's body, blasting a hole through him, Genesis' glowing blue eyes noticed that parts of the Titan's magma body had managed to pass through the magical barriers protecting the audience from any and all harm. What was this? Was the Titan's power so great that he could crush the barriers? While a majority of the crowd had to avoid the splash damage from the magma, Genesis took note that he'd have to refrain from using such a powerful spell until he could be assured the audience were safe.
This was just a tournament. No one was supposed to get killed at one of these... It's simply a means of entertainment, right?
With his singular black wing beating repeatedly to keep the SOLDIER hovering within the air, he watched and waited to see how everyone else was going to react to the situation, especially now seeing as the Titan itself decided to launch an attack. The creature vomited, spilling burning lava across the entire floor. Being within the air, Genesis knew he was safe, but what about the other combatants? None of them had as of yet revealed they had the gift of flight. The Tiny Mage was the biggest concern, for if he were to be completely submerged in the molten rock, his days would be up. Lucky enough for him, Genesis' colleague showed up just in time and took Vivi out of harms way, retreating up into the crowds who were watching the fight progress. The audience were still cheering for everyone fighting, creating enough noise for them to be heard over the boiling rock below, despite a number of crowds still being in a state of panic from the lack of protection. The sharp eyes of the LOVELESS quoter watched curiously as Vivi and Felix shared words and appeared to be formulating some kind of plan. What happened was impressive, but the SOLDIER 1st Class couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight of such a thing!
"That looked painful..." Genesis mused to himself as he watched the "rocket-propelled" Felix fly across the arena in a ball of flame towards the Titan. It worked though, for he landed upon the Titan's shoulder and began to attack physically, allowing the Crimson-Coated SOLDIER to take note of the spraying of lava caused from every single hit. Though while it appeared Felix was actually striking and causing damage, how much was unknown, the cost of being sprayed with molten rock after each strike seemed too much go a gamble to take. It was going to work better to remain at a distance and continue to rely on spells. Speaking of spells, the other combatant wearing similar coloured clothes had followed Vivi's trail of thought and used an Ice attack upon the huge, gloopy monster, hitting the beast in it's eye. A smart tactic, but if it were blinded with spells for a length of time, who knew how desperate the monster of magma would get? The possibility of putting the audience into danger was not worth the risk. They were here to have a good time, not to die.
The SOLDIER 1st Class had his thoughts broken when he heard Felix's voice calling out his name. Nodding his head and tucking in his legs, Genesis twisted his body about within the air so he were 'laying down' as it were, before suddenly beating his wing to send himself rocketing towards the Titan and his friend. A second massive beat of the long black wing and Genesis zipped on past the Titan, reaching out a gloved hand to catch Felix's right forearm as he fly by, taking him up and off the Titan and high up into the skies. "I saw what you did there with the tiny magic caster. Impressive, but did you actually damage the monster?" He peered at Felix as he posed the question, giving him a stern look before he turned about within the skies and begun his descent back down to the arena, the Titan and the other combatants. Even from up here, the heat from the beast could be felt and it seemed to grow in temperature as the Titan retaliated, attacking whoever remained in the arena. Genesis' eyes narrowed, his brow tightening as he watched the attack the Titan was preparing.
Making a low sweep over the stands, Genesis dropped Felix down near Vivi before he quickly turned about within the air, his coat flipping out behind him and rustling loudly as it flapped about within the wind. The ground shook as the auburn-haired man watched the Titan slam it's hands upon the ground, seemingly sinking it's thick fists into the ground beneath him. What was it doing...? "..... !!! BEHIND YOU!!!!" Genesis shouted loudly as he suddenly darted off through the air, his wing propelling him towards Falko with speed. As he neared the red-clothed mage, the SOLDIER 1st Class threw out a leg and aimed a kick for the Mage's body, attempting to knock him away from the Lava Titan's massive fist. Whatever happened, Genesis had to retreat instantly to avoid being grasped himself and after beating his wing before him to propel himself back, the SOLDIER let out a pain-struck yell as he watched his black feathered wing set ablaze from the molten rock.
Dispelling his wing before the flame could spread onto his clothes and body, the SOLDIER summoned his Rapier to hand and instantly Imbued the Blade before stabbing the tip of the crimson weapon down into the lava underfoot. Showing off his agility and balance, the SOLDIER 1st Class turned himself about and planted his feet upon the decorated bird-like motive that made up the hilt, using it as a perch to avoid falling into the molten rock below and suffering further damage. Gritting his teeth, he sent a glare off towards the Titan, the determination glowing within his eyes revealing he was not pleased with how this 'preliminary' was turning out. Most of his left pauldron had been scorched and parts of his left crimson sleeve had holes burnt through, revealing the black shirt he wore underneath. Genesis' hands clenched into fists as he stood up straight upon the hilt of his Rapier, the imbued blade taking no damage from being stuck within the lava. Bracing himself, he flexed his knee and launched himself up into the air with a large jump, looking down as the blast of flame from the Titan passed between himself and his sword.
After it had, the Crimson SOLDIER landed back upon the hilt of his Rapier and raised up his left arm. Within his palm, a purple flame with a black aura begun to burn, the unmistakable aura of Darkness starting to be given off from the SOLDIER himself. His expression was one of seriousness, head lowered, brow tightened, teeth clenched together, his narrowed mako-infused eyes locked onto whatever made up the 'face' of the Titan. A couple seconds passed and as they did, so did the flame within Genesis' hand grow in size and the Darkness aura seeping from his heart growing in density. An instant later and the quoter of LOVELESS threw his left arm into the air, clenching his hand into a fist as he cast Shadow Flare
[/b]. While nothing seemed to have happened, the flame within Genesis' hand and the Darkness he were giving off suddenly vanished. It was only then that five large Shadow Flares[/b] begun to erupt and explode out of the ground underneath the Titan itself. Lets see it spray it's lava across the arena when the attack was coming from below! [/blockquote] -=Cooldowns=- Holy[/b] - 4 Posts -- Genesis' most powerful White Magic spell. He released a sphere of holy energy that travels unguided but at incredible speeds. Contact with anything will create a 20 foot wide explosion.Imbue Rapier - 1 Post. -- Running his hand down the length of his Rapier, Genesis can imbue the blade with his magical powers, increasing the weapon's damage and blocking capabilities.Shadow Flare[/b] - 2 Posts. -- Conjuring a black and purple flame, five Shadow Flares will erupt up out of the ground one after the other, tracking the enemy accurately if they were to move position.
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Post by titan on Jun 8, 2012 8:24:25 GMT -5
These puny ants were getting creative and working together, but to no avail. The tiny mage ant Drained only a small amount of health from the immortal Titan. Meanwhile, the one who blew him up in the first place attacked again, trying to remove red ant Falko from his grasp and getting burned in the process. It seemed like they were going to make him get serious. Very well then. On their own melted heads be it.
Before he could attack, the red man's other magic spell hit. From beneath him, a dark energy struck. It stayed contained in his lava shell, yet continued to move through him. He hadn't felt pain like this in a very long time, but he quickly converted the energy into his own and began to melt. All that was left of him was a puddle of lava that continued to seep through the cracks he had made in the stadium floor. To the casual bystander, and the audience, one would think they had assumed victory, but as Hades once said in regards to the Hydra, "It's only halftime."
Giant waves of Lava then erupted from the ground in front of each combatant, regardless of their position on the field or in the stands. People ran again to the few safe places left in the stands to avoid more Lava flow, yet they were still enjoying themselves. The Lava Beast didn't care, though, as the waves quickly returned to the core pool that was still in the arena. The Lava Titan then reformed and roared, raising his molten hand and gesturing for another attack.
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Post by Falko, Red Mage of Light on Jun 11, 2012 0:50:53 GMT -5
Already the odd gathering of competitors were demonstrating their plethora of abilities and specializations. Before his very eyes one man, whom Falko himself had thought to be one of the plainer individuals, used unexpected teamwork to launch himself at the great behemoth of molten stone and seemingly strike it in the face. The winged one had to stop his descent after, but the fact remained that the Red Mage was likely unable to mimic such a feat. Perhaps melee combat was, after all, not completely out of the question. It was something to keep in mind at the very least, as even the larger spells seemed to do little more than temporarily disrupt the scorching nightmare’s shape. In all likelihood that was why they were fighting it in the first place; the goal was not to fell the giant, but to fight one’s heart out. In that sense it would be fitting to set them not against a true opponent, but a punching bag. That it hit back was just part of the challenge.
One of the more unkempt looking fighters displayed what seemed to be powers of flight, softly propelling himself above the scorching waves as he began attacking with some sort of unidentifiable ranged weapon. As usual the roaring mound of flame did not seem particularly put off by the attack, but Falko raised his cape reflexively as flung particles of lava fell somewhat closer than he was comfortable with. It was strange, how one judged the strength of beasts and men so differently. A man was judged solely by his qualities; his strength, his cunning, his skill. Things that could be trained over time. Sure, there were those built big and powerful, but it was for them that the tale of Goliath was crafted. They all fell in the end. Monsters were different though. It was by their shape of body that one ranked them, all sharp claws and piercing fangs and powerful limbs, or else something even stranger. The Titan was dangerous, but not by its own merits. It was by the simple composition of its body that they most struggled, and that was why its inevitable defeat would prove so poetic.
But this wasn’t doing any good. He could stand here and make pretty words in his head all day. The fact remained that, for all of the big spells being thrown around, they were struggling. On the other hand the monster did little more than sit there and wave its limbs about, seeming put up equal force all the while. So far the big hitters were keeping it occupied, and that was fine. But it was not entirely unlikely that, sooner or later, they might be overwhelmed. And then they would find themselves in trouble. That was why, when the gunner responded to Falko’s ad hoc pep talk, he opened his mouth in response, only to find another speaking his words. The mage found his gaze wandering to the diminutive hatted figure, mildly surprised. When this moment of bewilderment had passed he allowed a gentle smile to form.
“Yes, quite right,” he said softly, his voice likely drowned out by the sounds of combat all about him. Satisfied that another understood, he brought his voice to a roar. “If you cannot do battle with the brute, then devote your power to assisting those who can! If they are to fall, you will surely follow in turn!” It may seem something of a paradox to help those whom you were in competition with, but it made the most sense. Not everyone was equipped to handle a sentient pile of hot stone. And besides, offense was only half of the game; of what value was a warrior who could not stave away harm?
As if on cue, the Titan chose that moment to make its strike. A great glowing fist tore forth from the arena floor, rising up to meet him from his jury rigged vista. Glowing arcane energy filled Falko’s hands reflexively, but in hindsight he likely had no spells with which to counter such unbridled force. Thankfully, he did not have to. He saw but a blur of motion at his side before something struck him in the ribs, propelling him from his bladed balcony. Even as he flew he could feel the rush of arid wind that the great hand threw about. This alone could likely defeat him, were he forced to be in such close proximity to the Titan for a period of time. But as he also sailed he caught sight of the winged man, Genesis, and his own narrow avoidance of the surging attack. It would seem that, for the time being, he was in debt to the so-called champion himself.
And I will repay it tenfold.
His hand shot up, gripping the edge of the arena’s wall. His palm continued to slide along the rough stone for a moment, skinning it, but compared to the burns already digging into his body the pain was negligible. When he had come to a rest Falko swung himself up so that he stood atop the barrier. An unseen field of some sort pressed up against his back, separating him from the audience, but it seemed that at the very least he could remain up here without difficulty. And as his first act he would clear the slate while the fight was still on. Gentle restorative energies danced amid his fingertips as he extended his hand toward the now grounded Genesis. It was not much, but it seemed that the man’s own injuries were minor as well. The white mote of Cure flew to him without issue.
The mage brought his eyes now to the lava mound again. His sword continued to rest in the wall, now aglow with heat, and so he would not be able to block the spurts of lava as before. It was dodge or nothing from here on out. He was thinking that a lightning bolt between the eyes could cause some pain, but before he could make any such move it began to...melt? The Red Mage’s body tensed. This was wrong. The Titan seemed to be going strong only moments before, but now saw fit to dissolve before them? Falko had witnessed many a cornered animal play possum. The fact that this giant was so transparent about it only spoke of the power it still held. Having witnessed a belowground attack once already, he spun about and faced those still in the stands at his back, his concern showing through that armor of serenity. “Flee! Do not remain as you are, flee!” He heard the earth erupt at his back, and he did not even turn to look. He just ran, moving along the wall’s width. There was no time for seeing; if he stalled to view the attack he would only be witnessing his own demise and, later, his flesh as it melted from his bones.
It was not enough though. Great globs the size of fists struck his sides, burning through fabric and boring into him. His eyes widened and his throat held a muted gasp. How it burned! A million white-hot fangs tore into him, seeking what sustenance they could from his innards, or so it seemed! He stumbled and then fell, unable to take the sudden flood of pain. On elbows and knees he slid across the wall, and then nearly off it. His hat, knocked free from the hit, drifted away and to the scarred floor below.
His breath was haggard and deep between clenched teeth. His long hair cascaded all about him, with tangled strands encasing his face and collecting along the wall’s surface. He had heard their screams. The people had moved, though it was certain that not all could make it. What was this tournament? Was this what it meant to view a production of the death’s deity? That you might join him sooner than expected?
Still, as he struggled upright, he knew what he had to do. He had spoken the words himself: if you could not fight, aid those who could. Falko still had an adventure or two in him, but he was far from the main battalion. His talent lied in his versatility, and so long as he was limited to half his arsenal he was as a crippled bird. And so he rose his hand, aiming it at the fistfighter he did not know as Felix. He was the only one who seemed to successfully injure the abomination in melee, and so the only one who could receive his Temper magic and show any real results. It would not bolster his strange aura magic, but the fists behind them would certainly fly with greater force.
The enchantment was loosed, soaring across the battlefield like will-o-the-wisp. Now to see what he did with his increased strength.
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Temper - Two post duration, three post cooldown.
Cure - Two post cooldown.
Blizzard - One post cooldown.
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Felix
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Post by Felix on Jun 13, 2012 2:26:32 GMT -5
After having unleashed his devastating combo, Felix felt the result of attacking the monster with his bare hands (well hands covered in water but I digress). Indeed, all over his body were burns from the lava that had splashed on him and whilst they were being healed at the moment due to Water Manipulator[/b], he knew they wouldn’t be fully healed before the effect was over. That was troublesome as fighting with his flesh heavily burned while doable, wasn’t exactly smart and when the effect expired it would be even more dangerous to attack the monster. The longer he thought about it the more he really despised this monster, and cursing the fact that he had no big attacks short of when he was on the verge of death.
And I’d rather keep those hidden for the time being, no need to play my one of my trump cards in the preliminaries,[/i] he mused as he spotted Genesis coming toward him. Lifting his arm up, he allowed Genesis to grab his forearm whilst he did the same, being taken off the creature’s shoulder and now having a moment to observe the battlefield… a frown curving against his lips almost instantly. While the fact that there was no barrier around the stands today had ended up saving his life, he couldn’t help but feel a little angry about it. In the tournament he had participated in prior, barriers had been erected to keep the audience safe from harm. The freelancer was neither a hero nor a paragon of justice but he certainly didn’t enjoy seeing people get injured when it could easily be avoided if proper safety measures had been taken. They were paying customers after all and as far as Felix was concerned a customer or client should be treated with the utmost care and their safety as the highest priority.
Then again considering who is running this show I suppose it comes as no surprise,[/i] he thought, gritting his teeth as he clenched his left fist tightly, Although I’ll be sure to give him a punch in the face when this is over for it, allow these customers a small form of payback ,[/i] he decided as he heard Genesis compliment him but pose a question as well. Looking up to him briefly before looking back to the Titan, Felix smiled sheepishly as he tilted his head to the right and sighed.
”Hmmm well that’s a good question, I figured putting wet stuff on the hot stuff would work just fine although I may not have put on enough,” he answered, “wet stuff” referring to the Water Manipulator[/b] that still flowed around his body and the Lava Titan of course was the “hot stuff”, ”Plus according to our host looking cool and what not is the best way to get into the next round so it’s a good as time as ever to show that I’m the #1 Freelancer of Radiant Gardens ne?” he added, a smirk plastered on his face and a cocky look in his eyes. Scratching the back of his neck with his free hand, the freelancer grinned widely as he cranked his neck a bit; another plan of attack forming in his head now that he knew Genesis seemed able to carry him in flight with little difficulty. Thus when he was flown over to the stands to avoid all the lava that had spilled and filled the arena, he gave Genesis a few parting words.
”I’m not sure what you intend to attack this guy with next nor what these amateurs got in mind but I got a plan,” he started, crossing his arms as he grinned confidently and his eyes flared with a determined look, ”It’s hopelessly ludicrous but perhaps just ludicrous enough to work and if nothing else will deal a massive amount of damage to him. Come pick me up after your attack and fly me very high above his head, I plan to cut this prick in two,” he declared, rotating his right shoulder as he mentioned his plan. Perhaps a “few” wasn’t a good quantifier in regards to the amount of words Felix was using but it wasn’t like he was a slow talker.
”And in case you’re worried don’t be, I don’t plan to die until I ring every last cent out of you,” he added in a friendly tone showing that he wasn’t serious about that statement (well not entirely anyway), ”oh and if you can lend me your sword too that’d help although if not that’s fine, I can manage without it,” he finished before crossing his arms once again and glancing at Genesis for a moment.
Jeez to think I’m beginning to look at him as a friend instead of an employer, I’m really dropping the ball as a sellsword ain’t I?[/i] he mused as he caught the mortar coming toward him in the corner of his eye. Finally deciding to draw the blade from his back, Felix gripped the hilt with his right hand tightly before bringing it down in an overhead slash, grabbing it with his left hand as well as he slashed. With ease the blade cut through the mortar, Water Manipulator[/b] falling from the blade and around his body immediately thereafter. The mortar had cooled down near instantaneously, going on either side of the red-head and proving ineffective against his quick reflexes despite being momentarily distracted in thought.
Ah well I suppose I don’t got any friends side from the kid so it’s not too bad… so long as he doesn’t expect discounts anyway,[/i] he mused, a grin curving against his lips at the thought. Whatever the case he would sheathe his sword immediately thereafter, taking a deep breath and letting it escape from his lips as he began to concentrate. His time on Water Manipulator[/b] was running short and he would need to continue using it if he hoped to do any damage to the monster. Thus it was imperative that he focused on extending its length or otherwise making sure he could use it again when he made his big attack. Although it would seem the Lava Titan had other plans and whilst he focused another attack was launched, this one catching him off-guard. Indeed, if not for instinct to reel back from danger, Felix would have been burnt to a crisp when a pillar of lava had spewed out from in front of him. Stumbling back on the steps, Felix barely held his ground as his Water Manipulator[/b] vanished and he gritted his teeth in pain.
”Oh I’m going to get you back for that one you son of a bi*&h,” he whispered under his breath as not only his shirt had been burnt to a crisp but a sizable portion of his upper body. What was left of the shirt had soon dropped into the stands revealing his scarred chest and back and while normally Felix would show off, right now the red-head was just pissed. The burns he had suffered would have done the same to any man assuming they were still conscious to contemplate such emotions. Indeed, a normal man would have fell from that as the pain was agonizing but a mix of adrenaline and pride kept the freelancer standing despite all rationality. He wouldn’t allow himself to fall, not here, not now, not ever. Stamping his feet into the ground, he would make his way over to a relatively safer part of the stand away from the lava as he once again took a deep breath. Closing his eyes for a moment the freelancer would concentrate deeply before opening them again and clapping his hands together as if he was praying. Pulling them back from one another, he would unsheathe his blade once more, holding it in his left hand as he reached his right hand toward the sky. Grinning widely as if the attack hadn’t fazed him at all, the red-head let out a small snicker before speaking.
”Ready and waiting Genesis!” he shouted to garner Genesis attention so that he could put Felix in place for the attack that he hoped to use to end this beast if at all possible.
Or at the very least look pretty awesome doing it,[/i]
OOC: Water Manipulator[/b] – Cool Down Negated
Elemental Exhaustion[/b] – Negated
Elemental Mastery[/b] - This ability allows Felix to refresh the cooldown on any elemental manipulator that is currently down and ignore the 1 post internal cool down on elemental manipulators when used. This only applies to the abilities themselves and not the combo attacks nor his limit break. This ability can only be used twice per thread and has a cooldown of five posts. USED FIVE POST COOLDOWN START
Side note: I never actually wrote a description of how Elemental Mastery is activated/used but for the time being I’ll stick with something a bit dramatic as this is supposed to be an epic battle.
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Whatever
Heartless/Nobody
Random Play Heartless[M:50]
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Post by Whatever on Jun 15, 2012 10:49:17 GMT -5
When having seen the person, creature, or whatever it was, the first time, the Heartless had thought it more of a silent type that didn't speak up all that quickly, but when he responded to the red-cloaked one... Right... Being told to fight with someone that can use magic, he still didn't know how to work that out. Maybe as defence, but he'd burn to death if he'd protect people with his body.
What else can I do? Thinking about his options, he was currently floating above the ground, or magma... and he had materialized a gun. I could attempt getting the other gun, but having seen my other ability going wrong before, I'm not all that certain I would get a gun, he thought to himself annoyed, expecting maybe a brick to appear in his other hand. Or a fork.
The Heartless kept watch of the splashing magma and tried to keep himself clear of not getting splashed on, but his feet were already fried slightly and he could feel the heat badly. When the Titan came rising with one of his fists from below him, the Heartless rather panicked as he attempted to get away there. He was still not used to floating around, so in his panic, he attempted a spell downward at the fist below him.
A large rock was shot downward as a shield between the Heartless and the fist of lava as Stonera was used. He wasn't too sure how all this was working out. The rock shielded him against the fist at least. Great, this is really working out badly, it seems, he wondered how he could be actively helping or fighting. The opponent wasn't solid, so it was an unusual opponent even for him. He had been able to adapt with many things as his life had been that of a gladiator or something alike. A slave that gets tossed into a pit and fight for his life, in a sentence, this seemed all so bothersome.
Having seen the red-haired man fight with fists before, he figured he could try a similar thing as he was quite well used for unarmed combat, but he wasn't sure if it did anything at all. When the titan vanished and a part spew out in front of him, the Heartless moved rapidly backwards, normally he would roll fast in a backwards fashion, but as he was unable to, he only floated in a quick way back to try and avoid being hit, although some of it hit him. He kept his arms up to defend his torso and started to float further away while keeping check of his surroundings and what the others were doing, but from the looks of it they could either handle themselves or already helped each other. It's almost like I'm a pointless bystander, he thought bothered to himself.
Plus, if anyone was having problems, he wasn't even sure how to help. Instead, he finally made the decision to try and create a second gun, so he used the Cries of an Item again, but this time his gun started to shift instead of a new gun appearing in his other hand. The gun he had held became longer and started to become series of shadowed rings until it was a long chain with spikes. A Spiked Chain he was now holding, what is... this?
He didn't really care now as he was getting annoyed with his abilities as it was, perhaps I should work this out after this match, try my two abilities three hundred times and see what all pops out. The titan had reformed himself in the arena, so the Heartless moved in. Or floated in, whichever wording was better. Holding his chain, hanging down, he sped up in a running speed as he floated rapidly at the titan and tried to rip right through it by having the chain hung down in the lava.
The spikes on the chain would thus, if it was skin, slice through the entire creature as the Heartless floated over the titan and headed upwards. With the idea of having the titan as the 'ground', he was able to float up onto the titan without burning himself unless by splashes that burned in his skin. Dark smoke was coming from his body already anyhow, which was in a way his 'blood' as he had that every time he had been wounded so far. The Heartless hoped to float over the titan and end up at the other side of the creature, having the chain hanging down to the ground, it should be able to cut well into the beast if it could be harmed by this. He figured he'd be attacked before he got to the head, though.
The Cries of an Item Reinforced Gun: Two post cooldown. 1d3 ~ 2: Spiked Chain: Four posts active.
The Cries of a Spell Levitate: One post active. 1d3 ~ 1: Stonera: One post cooldown.
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