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| Tournament Round 1 - Mikiel vs. Bear | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2009, 04:58 AM (536 Views) | |
| Jet Blackbeard | Mar 28 2009, 04:58 AM Post #1 |
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Northern Territory - Crescent Isle It's early afternoon on Crescent Isle and the small but growing port is bustling with activity. Air Pirates mingle freely with sailors as they go about their business. Although the town is peaceful tavern brawls and street fights are common occurances here. The lively folk who frequent the island wouldn't have it any other way. Crescent Isle's town square is crowded with people but they're sure to flee to a safe distance once trouble breaks out. A two-story inn on the square's south side offers ringside seats to spectators and the local tavern, located on the east side, provides the food and drink. In the center of the square is a large stone fountain gushing cold water into a basin. The deadline for the first post is a week from today (next saturday) but I'm expecting this bout to move fairly quickly. But please PG......no Final Fantasy bullcrap. >_> |
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| PG 17 | Mar 28 2009, 09:06 PM Post #2 |
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Uber Monk
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The wind flowed over and around Mikeil, ruffling his hair and coat as he stepped off the merchant ship. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the flyer he had seen in Valua City. It was for a bounty, a sizable one for a person called “Bear of Glacia”. It said Bear was wanted for piracy, among other things, like disturbance of the peace. A few of the facts said that Bear was a heavy drinker, so Mikeil thought it prudent to look over the local tavern. He pushed the flyer back into his coat pocket, adjusted the sword on his back, and walked off the dock. The town was alive with activity, sailors and merchants, Valuans and Nasreans, rogues and scoundrels. Mikeil didn’t have much trouble making his way through the crowd, people gave him a wide birth. He wasn’t exactly the handsomest guy, and the sword on his back probably didn’t help. Finding himself in front of a fountain, Mikeil looked over it, letting the sound of gurgling water flow over him for a moment. He supposed he would end up fighting this Bear, and he should be prepared for it. Looking into the fountain he saw glinting gold gleaming back at him. Was he doing it for the money, or for another purpose? He wasn’t sure, but decided to ruminate later. Moving past the fountain, he saw the tavern. Perfect, right where he needed to be. Mikeil walked over, and look at the sign above the door. Two symbols were on it, a crescent moon and a sabre, the sabre crossing over the moon. Pushing the doors open, Mikeil entered into the dim light of the tavern. A multitude of smells hit him, predominantly those of alcohol and tobacco. Thinking it might be a good idea to have a drink before searching out Bear, he sat at the counter. He ordered a light Loqua, and hunched over the bar, passing away a few minutes. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Mar 28 2009, 09:28 PM Post #3 |
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"So where do you want me to put this cask of New World?" Bear called out. Although the tavern's storage room wasn't very large the barkeep was a bit hard of hearing. "What? Oh, just put it with the rest of the Ixa'takan stock!" Came Hiram's loudly voiced reply. "Alright!" Um,.....where was the......oh, nevermind! I see it!" Bear called. With a shrug of his broad shoulders Bear easily hefted the wooden cask down onto the floor next to the a hand's count of similar containers, each marked with the word "Gerdin" above their bungholes. "Okay, what's next?" The burly Glacian called out as he straightened his back, working it from side to side to work out a kink. In reply Hiram stepped out of the small office in which he'd been working, took a glance around the room and then down at the clipboard he had been scribbling on. "Hmph, I think that about has it. We got done a lot sooner than I'd expected too." The crotchety barkeep observed. "And who do you have to thank for that?" Bear huffed in mock irritation. Hiram glared at the Viking over the edge of his clipboard. "It was the least you could have done for me considering how badly you and those other imbeciles wrecked my bar the last time you were here." Bear winced at the memory. Shuffling his feet in embarrassment he stammered out a reply. "Er yes, well......if there's nothing else I guess I will be going." "Not staying for a drink? That's not like you." Hiram glanced up at Bear in amazement. Bear looked as if he were fighting the urge to have a few pints as well. "I can't right now. I promised Kirala I'd help her paint the crew's lounge down at the port." "Why? Did you demolish that too?" Hiram snorted. "No I did not!" Bear spluttered in indignation. "It's just that she promised to make me lunch if I helped her out." "Well if she's half as good a cook as her sister that'd be well worth the effort." The old barkeep admitted. "Anyway, thanks for you help Bear. And stop by later this evening if you get the chance." "I will, I promise." Bear answered as he retrieved his cloak and axe from where he'd laid them earlier. Donning the bearskin cloak and sliding the haft of his axe through his belt the burl Viking stepped out of the back room and into the tavern's common room, heading towards the door. |
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| PG 17 | Mar 28 2009, 09:52 PM Post #4 |
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Uber Monk
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Looking up at the noise of a door opening, Mikeil spotted a tall muscular man. Digging quickly into his pocket, he pulled out the flyer, and looked at the sketch. It was him all right, no doubt about that. Dropping the flyer on the table, Mikeil stood up, and put a hand on his sword as Bear walked past him. Thinking it would be a good to let Bear exit the tavern, Mikeil waited for a second. Following after, he entered back into the square. Pulling his sword off his back, he made a small display to disperse the crowd. “You! Bear of Glacia! I’ve come to bring you to justice. Prepare yourself!” Mikeil gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, waiting for Bear to make the first move. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Mar 28 2009, 10:17 PM Post #5 |
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Although Bear was startled by the sudden challenge and the thread of violence that it carried he wasn't surprised by it in the least. Having a price on one's head wasn't just an on-the-job hazard for an Air Pirate; It was also a source of pride that gave one a feeling of accomplishment. "So what have I been charged for this time? No, it doesn't matter." Bear answered cooly as he slowly turned to behold his latest opponent. "I doubt you'd be willing to let me slide in any case." Bear looked the man up and down. He had the look of a skilled warrior about him but he was hardly the first person to come looking to carve a reputation out of the Glacian's hide. None of them had yet to succeed and Bear had the scars to prove it. The bounty hunter wasn't a challenger Bear would be able to take lightly. This wasn't a tavern brawl after all. With a studied eye he gauged Mikeil's strengths and probed for any weaknesses he could exploit. Although Bear was certain he could physically overpower the man he realized his sword, with its greater reach, would be his biggest problem. "Well let's get on with it then lad. Times a'wastin'." Bear growled as he took the initiative and went on the offensive. Better to end things quickly before someone was seriously injured. Despite being an Air Pirate Bear wasn't at all bloodthirsty. Needless bloodshed was not only his nature but also the code of the Blue Rogues. Bear drew his axe and cocked his arm back, as if to throw it. But rather than let fly with his weapon the Glacian's empty left hand shot out instead. "Moons.......Give me strength!" He cried, summoning what limited skill in magic that he had. The Viking's Crystali spell wasn't meant to imprison Mikeil in a coccoon of ice however. Instead ice crystals began to swirl around the blade of his sword, condensing and freezing it in a solid chunk of enchanted ice. The addition weight would make the already heavy sword nearly impossible to wield. "S'what you get for waving that thing around all willy-nilly." Bear snorted as he stepped forward to deliver a powerful kick towards Mikeil's chest. |
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| PG 17 | Mar 28 2009, 10:42 PM Post #6 |
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Uber Monk
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Mikeil felt slightly uncomfortable as Bear studied him. In return, Mikeil looked over Bear as well. No recognizable armour, unless that bear skin had something in it. The thing Mikeil was most concerned with was the axe. He needed to keep this guy at range as best he could with his sword. Mikeil braced himself, as Bear lifted his axe and prepared to throw it. He brought his sword up, holding it so as to protect his body. However, Bear’s left hand shot out, and glowed with a purple aura. Mikeil felt the weight of his sword grow exponentially as the ice covered it. Knowing that it was pretty useless at this point, he swung it around and dropped it, letting it clatter onto the cobblestones. Now free of the weight, Mikeil barely sidestepped Bear’s kick, twisting around and backhanding him with his metal hand. Backpedalling backwards, Mikeil drew his short sword, flipping it around his hand to get used to the new weight and feel. Bringing it up, he charged at Bear, but made sure to keep out of the big guy’s leg and arm range. He knew Bear could manhandle him, and his sword was the only thing stopping that. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Mar 28 2009, 11:11 PM Post #7 |
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Bear stumbled aside and fell to one knee. He spat a gob of bloody saliva out onto the cobblestones and growled low in his throat. His head was ringing like a church bell and he felt as if he were going to wretch at any moment. Bear was fondly reminded of his first hangover..... Rising shakily to his feet Bear gazed around the square, his eyes beginning to refocus, and spotted his opponent a short distance away. He was wielding a second sword, shorter than the first but still giving him an advantage in reach. The Glacian realized with a start that he was extremely fortunate that that weapon hadn't been buried in his rib cage whilst he was stunned. He was grateful that this swordsman obviously didn't relish bloodshed either but this was neither the time nor the place to give him a pat on the back for his strong morals. "That hurt you little blighter." Bear snarled, rubbing at his bruised cheek with the back of his had. Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, the mighty Glacian's right arm rose and fell with the practiced ease of one who'd practiced that very manuever many times before. Bear's axe twirled end over end as it arched towards Mikeil. Despite its accuracy Bear's attack was a clumsy one at best. Or so it might have seemed...... The axe was actually meant to be a feint. Judging from Mikeil's earlier reaction Bear felt it was a safe bet that he'd react the same way again and was planning to use that reaction to buy himself an opening. No sooner had Bear released the axe than he surged forward in a sudden rush of motion. Crouching as low as his burly frame would allow the Viking swept under Mikeil's upraised blade and tackled the smaller man around the waist. The larger man's momentum carried them both backwards until Mikeil's back struck hard against the tavern's wall. Bear's helm absorbed most of the impact and his shoulder dug into his opponent's midsection, further cushioning the blow. Stepping back Bear allowed Mikeil to recover. "If you know what's good for you you'll forget about this bounty." He warned as he stooped to retrieve his fallen axe. "Otherwise you may find out it's not worth all the trouble you're going through to get it." |
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| PG 17 | Mar 28 2009, 11:43 PM Post #8 |
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Mikeil brought his sword up, countering the axe and sending it flying a few feet away. However, just as he did so, Bear smashed into him, both of them careening into the tavern wall. Pain exploded into Mikeil’s chest as he fell to the ground. He breathed heavily as he tried to get his breath. "If you know what's good for you you'll forget about this bounty." Bear, reaching for his axe. "Otherwise you may find out it's not worth all the trouble you're going through to get it." “We’ll see...” Mikeil said, and launched himself at Bear as best he could in current condition. Holding his sword out, he ran into Bear, forcing the both of them onto the ground. Mikeil’s sword had cut into Bear’s right shoulder, but not enough to really impair him. Forcing himself to move backwards, he landed on his butt and scuttled away from Bear. As he did so, he right hand fell on the haft of Bear’s axe. Gripping it, he stood up, finally getting his breath. Seeing his main sword still lying there, Mikeil decided to chance it. Running over, he grabbed it. It was still incredibly heavy, but Mikeil brought it back down, smashing off some of the ice. Thankfully today was warm and had melted some of it. It was still heavier than normal, but at least it was workable. Turning around to face Bear, he held the axe out in front of him, pointed at Bear, and his main sword held behind his back. “I suggest you come quietly.” Mikeil said simply. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Mar 29 2009, 12:37 AM Post #9 |
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Fiery pain exploded throughout Bear's shoulder as he was driven to the ground. He grit his teeth, expecting the feel the blade of a knife penetrate his flesh or hear the crack of a gunshot at any moment. But the killing blow never landed. Instead Mikeil scuttled away from him again. With rising anxiety Bear realized the bounty hunter had taken his axe with him. Not that it would have mattered much. The Glacian's wound would have prevented him from wielding it with any strength even if it were still in his keeping. Coupled with his earlier head wound Bear was beginning to feel light-headed and doubted he could remain conscious for much longer. "I need to do something......" He muttered to himself, unable to finish the thought. The situation grew more dire when Mikeil freed his sword from the icy cocoon in which it had been frozen. “I suggest you come quietly.” Mikeil suggested in a quiet voice that would brook no further insolence on Bear's part. But that just made the Viking want to disobey him all the more. "Aye, you don't know me very well do ye?" Bear cried in a harsh voice as he rose to his feet. Mikeil wielded both his own sword as well as his purloined axe. Bear was empty-handed. He needed to find himself a weapon even if he lacked the strength to wield it. Casting about the area the Glacian spotted a fragment of ice that had splintered off from Mikeil's frozen sword. It was less than a foot in length but had broken off at an odd angle, leaving a sharp point at its tip. As Bear made ready to lunge for the icicle his fur-clad foot brushed up against a solid object that rasped against the cobblestones with a metallic hiss when struck. Sparing a quick glance downward the Viking discovered that Mikeil had dropped his short sword in his haste to retreat. With a cocky grin Bear reached down to retrieve the sword. "Well look what I found." He chuckled with more mirth than he actually felt. Gripping the weapon in his right hand Bear began to circle Mikeil. He wasn't at all skilled with a sword. At best he could use it to block a couple of attacks before his wounded arm gave out. As he drew closer Bear stooped to retrieve the icicle with his left hand. It would melt before long in his grip but he only needed one opening with the makeshift weapon. One strong thrust would kill the bounty hunter. Either that or he would die in the attempt. Bear surmised that Mikeil couldn't wield so large a sword with one hand. If he missed his next strike Bear might be able to slip past his guard. If not then he knew his wasn't likely to get a second chance before the icicle melted and his arm gave out. "Well lad. This is it. It's do or die for the both of us." Bear offered one last time. "Are you sure that bounty is worth more than life?" Exactly whose life was still to be decided. |
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| PG 17 | Mar 29 2009, 01:17 AM Post #10 |
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Uber Monk
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Mikeil breathed heavily as the weight of the sword bore down on him. Bear had grabbed his short sword and a piece of ice off his blade, and Mikeil cursed to himself for not picking up the sword. No matter, he thought, his opponent was outgunned. Mikeil adjusted his position, holding both weapons at arm’s length and charging forward. However, a sabre appeared and embedded itself in front of him. Mikeil slid a bit to try and stop, and almost lost his sword. Rebalancing himself, He looked over to see several men. “Hey...Break it up! You could kill someone with those weapons!” The men approached and stood between them. “Ok, why don’t you two just go your separate ways, eh?” The lead man said. He was tall, had short brown hair and a moustache. His eyes gleamed with annoyance. “All right...” Mikeil said, still short of breath. Mikeil knew he couldn’t finish now. He would either have to wait or leave. Leaving would be more prudent, so he decided on that. “Well, Bear of Glacia, you were an able opponent.” Mikeil said, looking past the man between them. “Perhaps we will meet again some time.” Mikeil spun around, and walked off towards the docks. Using the axe, he broke off the rest of the ice, put his sword on his back, and the axe where his short sword used to be. Hopefully he would be on a boat before they figured out he was there for the bounty on Bear... |
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