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Post by Hunter on Nov 10, 2014 20:53:18 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | age: 23 | | class: Kickboxer |
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It had been two days since Hunter first awoke in the world called Asgard and, yet again, he managed to get himself lost. This time he doubted there would be a guiding figure like Pluto to provide him with a sense of direction. What exactly was that old man's purpose in this place anyway? Was it just to pick up the fledgling champions and send them on their way? Or did he have a bigger role in the grand scheme of things. Ah, at this point it didn't matter. If the answers to those questions really mattered, Hunter would have picked the geezer's brain when he had the chance.
After the initial shock of simply being 'alive' wore off, Hunter slowly but surely began finding his way into the swing of things. Aside from this game that he was forced to take part in, Asgard wasn't far off from the earth he used to call home. There were different kinds of people, cultures, beliefs and morals. It wasn't some kind of rigid system that the residents were forced to follow. They had bars, clubs, theme parks. But out of all the places he could have ended up, it was in an alley... Awesome
"Why do I always end up in places like this?"
He asked himself aloud, taking a long drag on his cigarette. The amber ember glowed vibrantly as air was sucked through it, "Maybe cause it reminds me of home?" Hunter paused and sighed, causing the sweet milky smoke to curl from his lips and dissipate in the air. There was so much the entertainment district had to offer, yet here he stood. Smoking all alone in an empty alley. Shit, he could have done the same thing in his damn room. But if he stayed there the whole time, he'd never be able to grow in the way he discussed with Pluto. And if he didn't get stronger, he wouldn't ever be reunited with Damien, "If this is some kind of game, then where the fuck are all of the players?"
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Post by Norek on Nov 15, 2014 19:25:41 GMT -5
This place was just so odd. Even after years of being in this place and what came before it Norek never really got used to all these... THINGS. The odd communication telepathy devices people spoke into. He understood magic and psychics but this was something everyone used. He just wrote the whole thing off as magical enchantments and moved on. No need to dwell on the little things like that. Besides, it didn't effect his afterlife in the slightest. Though he did not expect his after life to be so much like his former life. All fighting and oppression and the illusion of choice. Yes, how things change so how they stay the same. No matter though. Dead or alive Norek was a fighter and he could not just stop. Even when Death started this terrible game he had no choice, just keep fighting. However, now things were slightly different. Now there was a carrot on the end of the stick. Oh, he would get that carrot. Then grab the stick and beat that oppressive bitch to death with it? Could one kill Death? He would be the one to find out.
It was in this moment, lost in thought he found himself turning the corner into a familiar alley. Another strange yet mundane place in this world beyond. His footsteps silenced as he stepped around the corner and saw a young human with his back facing him. Typical here, just another man confused about the world he found himself in. This scenario had been one that Norek had seen before and likely would see again. Too bad most of the people he met were soon swallowed by the gauntlet of violence they found themselves in. Strong souls perhaps but this world was all the biggest fish in the smallest pond.
Then Norek spoke, just after the man asked about the players in this 'game'. "They are around. Most avoid places like this though. All tight walls and narrow corridors." Norek spoke softly in his raspy accented voice. He doubted that his boy would be able to place his accent though, most people here were not from his home. He reached his hand back and tipped his silvery mask backwards so it sat on top of his head, exposing his narrow yellow eyes, ashy grey skin, and pronounced lower jaw. "If you head to one of those bars or other places that cater to the mortal man's vices you might find some more players." Norek cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Too bad such trepidation is all for the benefit of our aloof and tyrannical host. I never did care for blood sport, despite my affinity for it." Norek pointed to the man and let a small smirk corss his lips for a moment. "I suspect your presence here means that you possess a similar affinity."
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Post by VileKaizer on Nov 17, 2014 13:19:57 GMT -5
SPACIAL SHIFT
IT'S HAPPENING
As the first words were exchanged between the two Champions, the ground beneath them began to shift. The walls of the alleyway were wrought with tremors as they slowly began to crumble and rebuild themselves. Soon enough they would find themselves with no means of escape, the roofs of the buildings curling over in archways and leaving only the slightest of gaps for dim light to pass through. Quite literally caged like animals, but due to no one's will but Asgard's itself. Before either could be given time to react to this sudden change, another odd phenomena began to take place, the shadows on the walls and ground morphing into grotesque shapes. Some akin to mangled corpses, others with the appearance of gaping maws and laughing faces. Their audience had arrived, though it was nothing more than the darkness itself. |
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Post by Hunter on Nov 21, 2014 18:16:56 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3 | | class: Kickboxer |
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With another deep sigh, Hunter pulled the cigarette from his lips and tapped the ashes, watching silently as the alleyway itself began to shift and turn, collapsing on itself in some places and twisting unnaturally in others. It was quite the spectacle and, for now, it was the only source of entertainment the young man had. After that ever so brief moment, he clamped his lips around his cigarette and took another drag before his peace was disturbed. In all honesty, he wasn't completely surprised. It seemed that fate was giving him what he asked for. Was this a good thing? Shit, only time would tell,
"I can only imagine why they'd stay out of here" He replied, turning to face the new arrival, "Based on your description, it wouldn't be an easy place to escape if cornered... Perhaps I made a poor choice in a resting place."
The young man's eyes scanned the mysterious figure as he took another long drag on the cigarette before he flicked the butt down onto the pavement and crushed it with his toe. He tried his hardest to place the accent he heard, but it was to no avail. The words were gnarled, raspy, and almost foreign. Upon gazing into the yellow eyes exposed after the stranger removed his mask, Hunter knew exactly why he couldn't place his finger on it. Damn guy wasn't even human.
"The bar wasn't ever my scene, but I'll give it a shot some time." He said, "And I agree with you about the nature of this damn game... Spent my whole life fighting for someone's entertainment. Now I have to do it in death."
Right when he took a step towards the green skinned man, the area around them both suddenly shifted, closing all means of escape,
"Aaaah, shit..."
The 'normal' walls were quickly enveloped in a dark black mass of grotesque shadows and sickening faces. They looked just like the ones that used to watch him as he fought for his life on the streets. Hunter didn't plan on fighting again so soon. Looks like he didn't have a choice in the matter, "Looks like we can't leave until someone's dead." He said, cracking his knuckles, "Maybe we'll meet again under better circumstances."
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Post by Norek on Nov 21, 2014 22:19:16 GMT -5
What a disappointing turn of evens. Norek's eyes rolled as the whole area turned from just a strange dark passage into a scene he recognized all too well. The faces of those corrupted by there own spirits jeering and looking on at the animals set before them to kill each other. Norek took a very deep breath, his nostrils filling with the damp and dusty air. Something else too. The scent of the man's cigarette. That smell always made him think of the old arena. That sickly scent of smoke and chemicals. Norek's eyes returned to the man before him. Yes indeed a fighter as they all were, and also one who fought for the pleasure of others. So disappointing they both ended up here. "They say that all souls who are warriors and die fighting end up in a place where they can fight forever." Norek scoffed, "A warrior's "paradise". " His ears twitched slightly as he heard the young man crack his knuckles. Yes, they both knew what had to come now. Now came the blood. Now came the endless violence. The orc reached up and slid his mask back down over his face, the image of the sneering demon covering his own forlorn expression. His right slid back and drew out his crossbow, leaving his long dagger sheathed for the moment. He glanced down and checked the bolt-lock. Loaded, as always. "I think we will meet again." Norek replied. "Maybe in one of those bars that aren't either of our scenes." Norek smiled from behind his mask.
Norek's left hand slid across his belt and pulled his short sword out with a light rasp of steel on leather. "I fight to escape this horrible fate." Norek twisted the blade into a reverse grip to guard his left forearm. "I think you can understand that." Norek's feet slid into a low and wide stance. "Remember who the real enemy is. Don't get caught up in the facade of it all. My name is Norek No-Name. Find me and my brother after this." as he finished the sentence without a hint of warning his arm snapped forward and unleashed his razor sharp bolt with a metallic twang, aimed just to the right of the boy's esophagus. He had done this many times before. Those unwary or unfit would catch the shot right where he placed it and have their lives snuffed out in a brilliant spray of arterial blood. Simple, quick, and efficient. [Attempting first strike. I think it's my 4 SPD vs your 3 SPD unless there is something I am missing.]
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Post by Hunter on Nov 21, 2014 23:54:00 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3(-1) END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3(-1) | | class: Kickboxer |
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It seemed the man was just as unwilling to deal with the situation as Hunter, but how they felt about the issue wasn't going to matter. Death and her twisted spectators called for blood. As warriors, who were they to refuse. The two men were marionettes, and it was their turn to dance. Hunter watched quietly as the one known as Norek pulled his mask back over his face, readying himself for the coming fight, "I'm sure we'll meet again under better circumsta-"
There was a sudden snap followed by a flash of light as Norek's quickly thrust forward, giving Hunter no time to finish his own sentence. The exchange of small talk was over. Now the show began. Left with no options, Hunter raised his forearms to protect himself against whatever projectile came in his direction and screamed in agony as a bolt pierced through his right forearm, the jagged edges creating a larger wound than expected. Fuck, that was a good hit. Hunter attempted to shake off the sudden weakness that he felt, but it was to no avail. That damn wound was a bleeder and didn't show any signs of slowing. Hunter needed to get within an arm's distance of the guy. If he couldn't, then he'd just get picked at until the blood loss took him out for good.
After a brief calming breath to dull the pain, Hunter began his full sprint in Norek's direction, zig-zagging back and forth in order to make is just a little harder for him to be targeted. He wasn't exactly sure how good a shot Norek was with that damned crossbow, but Hunter definitely wasn't going to charge straight on and get shot in somewhere important. At a range of 50 feet when the fight first started, he wouldn't be able to do jack shit. It was only a matter of time before he was within range.
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Post by Norek on Nov 22, 2014 2:48:33 GMT -5
Twang. Thock, no fantastic spurt of blood though. No, this man raised his arm in the very nick of time. "Good block!" Norek called out as his arm flew back and snapped the lever of his repeating crossbow loading the next bolt. He extended his arm and fired another bolt as the man charged. [Ranged attack with 8 DEX] Leading his movements just so. Oh, it had been some time since he had faced someone without the ability to just disappear and reappear where they wanted. Norek was a crack shot this alley made even a serpentine like target into a shooting gallery. That wasn't going to be enough though. Felling an opponent with just a hail of bolts, while simple, was not in Norek's style. No, instead after he sent the second bolt flying at man he snapped another bolt into the loaded position and began to charge forward as well. His powerful legs propelling him forward on a collision course with his foe. It was too bad they had to fight each other. They were both fearless in life and death. Norek's toothy mouth was pulled into a mad grin as he charged forward, the echo of the two men's foot steps pounding out an impromptu drum beat. The clatter of armor and heaving breaths turning the once silent alley into a symphony of pain and destruction. No time for thought. No time for plans. It would be the instinct of two men in the final moments of their lives, even if that moment wasn't entire final. The taste of finality never really faded. Ten feet, five feet... Contact!
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Post by Hunter on Nov 22, 2014 5:04:53 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3(-1) END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3(-1) | | class: Kickboxer |
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The sound of Norek's praise fell on deaf ears as Hunter continued his mad serpentine sprint in his opponent's direction. Just like he previously assumed, his opponent was much too calm and precise to waste his shots. He must have preferred controlled, well aimed shots rather than exhausting every bolt in his arsenal. It seemed the two were similar in a myriad of ways they didn't know quite yet. Shit, they could have had a pleasant conversation, exchanged advice, maybe even sparred for a moment or two. Unfortunately for them both, Valhalla wanted to see the kindred spirits spill eachother's blood on the pavement.
Hunter quickly sidestepped the second arrow fired in his direction and decided to abandon his futile serpentine tactic in favor of the same dead sprint Norek broke into after his shot. The gap between them shrank in almost an instant, and once within striking range, Hunter planted his right foot on the ground directly in front of him and brought his right knee to his chest. This self compression allowed his body to spin rapidly and gain momentum for his next attack, a snapping hook kick aimed right for Norek's jaw. This wasn't the end, however- the momentum he gathered up allowed for a follow through maneuver. The instant his left leg made contact, Hunter would shift his weight to the left and extend his right, the shin aiming for any open spot he could manage.
[Physical melee 7DEX+2STR vs 0END]
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Post by Norek on Nov 22, 2014 16:12:42 GMT -5
The distances closed and that's when it happened. Norek expected him to use those long legs of his to great effect. Norek had seen attacks with powerful kicks used before. He had seen a kick deliver as much trauma as a heavy mace or sword swing. Good thing this was almost exactly what the orc was expecting. A high kick aimed to take him down in one shot, and it certainly would if he left it hit him solidly. That was not the plan though. As Hunter spun for his first kick Norek dropped into a low slide watching the powerful kicks fly over his head as the steel studs in his armor created sparks leaping up from the stone ground. He caught he stopped his slide just as he passed Hunter, planting himself into a crouch. He fired another bolt at the exposed back of the man before rolling to his feet, putting a few yards between himself and his foe. [Ranged attack 8 DEX] He snapped another bolt into the lock position and prepared himself for the next few seconds.
Now came the best part of combat. The dance of lethality. The moment when you are closest to the other person. Sex was nothing compared to the intimacy of the duel. One could learn everything about a man. Spend your days talking with them, sharing your meals with them for years. Yet take up arms against him and stand face to face with him in deadly combat and on that day you will meet the man. Norek looked forward to meeting this man. He already felt something connecting them, now he would know for sure. One of them would live and the other would die. This place was gracious enough to give them a chance to meet again. That day would be a grand one.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 22, 2014 16:49:18 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3(-1) END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3(-1) | | class: Kickboxer |
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It seemed that, once again, Norek was one step ahead of him. Hunter spat a curse into the wind as the greenskin slid beneath his kicks, leaving his back exposed. If memory served well, he definitely did NOT want to get hit with another one of Norek's damned arrows. Left with no other options, Hunter quickly popped a squat, the arrow whizzing just above his head. He lost a bit of hair, but that was better than being shot for a second time.
Without breaking the flow, Hunter sprang backward and planted his hands on the ground, his legs swinging in a wild arc meant to come down on each of Norek's shoulders with the intent to knock him prone. It was strange, how fate had brought the two men together. Forced to fight for their lives, forced to fight so someone could enjoy watching them kill each other. If Hunter were to fall this day, there was no doubt in his mind that they's manage to find one another later. Perhaps they would be able to converse free of interruption.
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Post by Norek on Nov 22, 2014 17:15:28 GMT -5
So quick was this man. He fought with pure instinct. He let his body feel the flow of battle and adapt to it. Excellent. Norek had not fought someone of his caliber in some time. His chest was pounding with excitement yet his mind stayed calm and disconnected. Letting the flow of combat direct his own body as well. His foe inverted from his crouch and then started a powerful back handspring kick. A kick Norek had never seen done before. Impressive. Norek's feet guided the rest of his body. Lucky he had that magic weave on his boots to enhance his own natural reflexes. He leaned forward and dove into a roll that carried him past Hunter's left as his kick crashed down on what would have been his shoulders if he hadn't moved. The orc whirled as his roll finished. He turned in a crouch and fired his crossbow at the somewhat awkwardly posed man, aiming to put a bolt in the sweet spot between the neck and shoulder. 'The highway to the heart' echoed the long dead voice of his combat instructor. Norek snapped another bolt into place in the thoughtless and instinctual method he always did. An action of pure muscle memory, hardly aware he was doing it at all.
[Ranged attack 8 DEX, if damage delivered: +1 DMG,-1 STR and SPD]
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Post by Hunter on Nov 22, 2014 22:40:36 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3(-2) END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3(-2) | | class: Kickboxer |
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Once again, Hunter's attack was nothing but a waste of effort. Every time he attacked, Norek had a response, a way out, a successful counter to whatever he threw. This fight was going to end at his expense very soon if he couldn't get one good hit in. That's all he needed, just that one! He couldn't go down without landing a single blow on his opponent. He refused to let himself die in that alleyway with his opponent unscathed.
THWACK
Hunter cried out once again when the arrow pierced him through his back, the tip poking out through his chest. It wasn't enough to kill him quite yet, but he could feel himself grow even weaker. It wasn't the end yet. He could still fight. He could still win, "Urrrrgh..." He groaned, turning to face Norek. Blood was pouring from the two wounds he suffered, it was apparent that Hunter was on his last legs, "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Summoning whatever strength he had left, Hunter Kieff roared and charged at Norek once again. Once within range he jab stepped to the left and faked a punch with his left arm before swinging a feral right, his forearm aimed directly at Norek's rib cage.
[Physical Attack 1STR+7DEX+1 (-1SPD, -1STR)]
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Post by Norek on Nov 23, 2014 19:23:29 GMT -5
Another hit. The orc nodded as the man called out in pain, rising to his feet. Norek took a step back and raised his arms as his foe stood as well. He could see the boy's strength fading. His blood was spilled after all. The life's essence that somehow still flowed into veins of long dead men was falling from him. He would be feeling the cold in his limbs soon. The weight of his limbs would evident in time. Time was all Norek needed. Time and a another well placed shot.
Suddenly the man exploded into a furious assault. The act of desperation. When strength was not enough and a man turns to will and spirit. The time when there was no time for reflection. When life and death walked the tight rope. Norek fell into the flow with his opponent. As Hunter bobbed so did Norek. He ducked the first jab, weaved the second, and as the final punch came in Norek stepped in and to the side. The right caught his shoulder right on his armor's metal studs as Norek brought his knee up into the man's sternum trying to push him back and steal what breath he had left in him. After his knee Norek leaped backward, putting a small bit of distance between them and raising his crossbow, leveling it at the young man. His shoulder throbbed with pain. This boy really could back a crazy punch. He would need to bring this fight to a close, soon.
[Counter attack, DEX 8 vs DEX 7, received 4 DMG and delivered 1 true dmg]
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Post by Hunter on Nov 24, 2014 18:27:14 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3(-2) END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3(-2) | | class: Kickboxer |
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A slim smirk of satisfaction spread across the young man's lip as his attack managed to connect. It wasn't the full blown hit he wanted, but at least he managed to win at least one little exchange. Or so he thought. Hunter reared his free arm back and went for a second strike, but Norek was much too smart to stay anywhere near after a devastating blow like that. Only God knew what would have happened if he took another strike. Norek quickly put his knee to Hunter's chest and leaped away, putting an insurmountable distance between the two. Hunter, feeling the full effect of his blood loss, slowly shambled in his opponent's direction, pure defiance shining in his emerald eyes. He wasn't going to just lay down and die. He wasn't going to let his condition get in his way.
Every step he took, Hunter felt his body grow heavier and heavier until he couldn't even lift his feet off the ground. Even then, he slid the damn things along. Foot by foot, it didn't matter how slowly he moved. The only thing he cared about was making forward progress, "I... I'm not done yet." He said, causing a disgusting mixture of blood and saliva to fall from his lips, "I-"
Hunter's sentence was cut short when he slumped to his knees just two feet in front of Norek. He couldn't move an inch anymore. There was still so much fight left in the young human's mind. But his body couldn't continue. It quit on him, "I can still fight." He reached up slowly to grab Norek by one of the notches on his vest and made an attempt to pull himself to his feet. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, Hunter truly believed he could keep fighting, "I can..." He pulled harder until he was back on his feet, "...win" The young man fell forward, his body completely sapped of what energy it had left.
This fight was over.
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Post by Norek on Nov 27, 2014 16:55:26 GMT -5
Norek could have fired. Put a single sharp end to the struggle after he leaped backward. A single shot to the throat or heart would have put an end to this man. But how could you just fire on someone you understand? For the first time in a very long time Norek did not kill his foe when he could. Instead he just watched. His eyes following the slowly dying man. He watched his feet slide across the ground as he staggered toward him. He let his arm fall by his sides as the man fell to his knees. He reached out and helped the man to his feet as he tried to pull himself up by his chest plate, only to watch him topple back down. Norek stepped to the side as Hunter lurched forward and hit the ground with a terrible splat. The blood was starting to pool outward as Norek looked down at the heaving body of the man. He could hear his ragged breath and could see his shaking hands, smell the coppery twinge of fresh blood.
Norek sheathed his dagger and crouched down by the bleeding man. "You can not win." Norek said matter of factly before taking a deep breath. Norek rolled his shoulder and grimaced at the pain. "You pack one hell of a punch though boy." Norek cleared his throat and pushed his mask up off of his face. His yellow eyes looked down at his all but defeated friend. Norek rested his cross bow on his knee and casually aimed it down at the man's heart. "I take no pleasure in this. I do however feel good that this has likely taught you and I something about ourselves and this world around us." Norek looked around at the shadows in attendance. "This place is madness. It is evil. It is tyranny. Come with me to the highest levels of this place so that we might tear the rancid templ down. Let us see if one can kill Death and free ourselves and other from this fate." Norek returned his gaze to his soon to be dispatched foe. "When next we meet I'll pour you a drink and we will discuss this moment again. Now sleep. Soon you shall wake anew and fight again." Norek's finger tightened on the trigger of his crossbow. The bolt was loosed and found it's mark just to the left of center on Hunter's chest. The bolt would sink and tear the heart to bits. Blood would spill out and his life would end. Too many died that way. Elegance with brutality.
[Delivered total 3 dmg. Soul Claimed]
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