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 Post subject: Foundations Championship: Boy Killa :) vs. koko_menoso
PostPosted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:42 am 
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The floor and walls of the arena had been restored to their full glory, and then some. There seemed to be a subtle glow about the place as if everything had been polished to a very high sheen after being repaired. Some would say it was the glory of being in the finals. Others would say it was magic. A third group would tell the first two groups to just shut up and watch the fight. Either way, the bunting had been put out, banners and pennants were waving everywhere as the final four combatants were on their way into the arena. The noise in the crowd has risen to a fever pitch as the excited audience chanted this name or that as their heroes were about to be unleashed into the arena for the final time. After all, who wouldn't be excited about watching two fights at once?

Yes, two fights at once. King Cryden was convinced that no one would come to watch a fight over something as trivial as third place after the first place bout had finished. He was also convinced that if he put the third place bout ahead of the first place one that people would be convinced that they had been cheated out of their hard-earned gold. So, with the help of the black mage, the king had a wall erected down the middle of the arena, effectively cutting it in half.

It was a rather unusual wall, though. It was about two feet thick and about twelve feet high, effectively joining the top of the wall with the top of the fighting pit and was made out of an extremely hard, translucent crystal. On either side of the wall, facing inward to where the duels would be occurring, were larger-than-life relief carvings of each of the eight contestants that had not made it this far into the tournament. It hummed with energy as a purple haze seemed to linger just on the surface. The feeling that the wall gave off as you approached it made you realize that actually touching the wall would be a rather bad idea and that prolonged contact with it could be extremely harmful. The gates were still the only access points to the arena floor and remained untouched by the wall. Two combatants, one for each side of the arena would enter their respective sides simultaneously under close watch of guards to make sure that they entered on the correct side.

The weather was sunny, as the people strained against one another in the sweltering desert heat. No rain today, nor even a cloud in the sky - a definitive contrast to the poor weather that had plagued the previous round. Everything was in place for the most critical bout in the Foundations Tournament.

The final showdowns were about to begin.

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It was a great day for battle, much better than the day before. There was no more rain or mud or dampened spirits. This new day brought forth dry sand, a bright sun, and many happy faces in the crowds. Faces that came to see the championship match, but little did they know that the arena was split in half, and that they were actually going to see two battles at the same time. It was a pleasant surprise for most arena goers and it put King Cryden in their good books for sure.

Kronk made his way through the hallway onto the arena floor, through the gate he was carefully instructed to go through, by the guards that were escorting him. The first thing Kronk noticed was the wall splitting the arena in half. It was purple and extended high enough that a person could not jump over it, at least no one in this tournament. It also had figures of the other eight contestants on it. Kronk noticed two in particular that he focused on a bit more than the rest. The two that he personally eliminated. The first was a beastmaster, the second a shapeshifter. And then there was the spiritualist, who was still in the tournament and thusly not on the wall. The last battle was the hardest of the three, but also the most rewarding. He learned a lot from that battle, one of those things being that shapeshifting is not all its cracked up to be. A lesson not soon forgotten.

Kronk looked across the arena to see his opponent emerging from the gate opposite, a woman, who at first glance appeared to stand about two to three feet under himself. Kronk figured she was an assassin or the like, and probably relies a lot on agility, flexibility, and speed. Kronk’s rage brings him to new heights of speed that rivals most, but his strength is where he really shines.

Kronk wanted to start this battle off on a better note than the last one. Somehow running around as a poor defenseless kitty wasn’t a real big “crowd pleaser”. Kronk wanted to start this battle off strong, so he began to chant in his native tongue.

“God’s give me strength!”

Something was wrong, Kronk said the chant in english. Which was terribly odd because he never says the chant in english, and saying it in english doesn’t give him any strength at all. He tried again.

“God’s give me strength” This time holding his hand’s up in the air as he said it. Still nothing, it was as if he had forgotten how to speak orc. Yes! That’s what it was, he had absolutely no recollection of the orc language. Another troubling revelation you can be sure.

He glanced at the aura emanating from the newly erected centre wall, “I wonder if that is what is causing this” Kronk wondered, but paid it little mind afterwards. If it was the cause of the problem there wasn’t much he could do about it, so there was no use worrying about it. He would just have to make do with what he had.

Kronk heard the sound of the horn blare across the arena, signaling the beginning of the match. Kronk burst into action, bringing his pick down to one side to get more power out of his arms, he began to run towards his opponent at a pretty good clip.


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The final, Kate could hardly believe it but it was here. She had taken injury and near defeat and had turned it into sweet victory and now she was here. The weather was perfect the crowd was yet again crammed in like sardines yet no one cared. The riot had quickly been quelled and forgotten. Kate was quiet, yet confident she was busy ignoring the stewards around her briefing her on technicalities, she was too deep in thought to pay them any attention. In the distance she could hear the announcements muffled by the large doors, her pulse raced.

Crossbow, was strapped to the wrist in its perfect little way that had been practised hundreds of times and drilled into a mere routine. Sword, perfectly cleaned, polished, sharpened was slowly sheathed to her hip. Bolts put in their little place inside her pocket, one loaded into the crossbow with a reassuring click. Finally, Kate’s fingers brushed through her hair picking up lose strands out of place and tying it into bobble at the back. Everything was ready, she was ready, destiny awaited her.

The large doors opened, light flooded in, her vision dazed for a moment it was like the doors to heaven, the light purifying her sins. Yet it was the opposite, it was nowhere like heaven it was a hell of blood and conflict fighting for nothing but sport and a false sense of glory, yet she was going to win.

Quickly her vision restored and she was used to the bright light again. The heat out there was almost distracting but she had killed in worse. Above the sun floated in heaven almost as if it was as eager as the rest to watch this bout. The cowed cheered again she was beginning to win favour especially amongst the men, it seemed her beauty was indeed a useful tool sometimes.

Kate scanned around, she could see every man’s beat increasing as her gaze met theirs. Carrying on she noted a drastic change to the arena, it was half the size, now separated by an un-scalable wall. She grinned noticing the statues of the fallen competitors. Firstly a quite accurate representation of the assassin she had first defeated and secondly the fairy complete with wings of stone.

Finally as if it was the least of details she turned her eyes to her opponent, an orc. ‘This shouldn’t be too hard, big target, slow, usually equals a dartboard for bolts.’

He bellowed “God’s give me strength!” and then looked confused in himself like something was supposed to have happened, he repeated it and again looked disappointed. Kate smirked this would be easy he’s already confusing himself. Kate noted the weight of the large mining pick as he moved it to his side. Usually orcs wielded such weapons easily but to Kate it looked like a lot of work for him. He ran forward, his pace descent but nothing special by a long shot. Kate started her own, run to show him the futaility of his speed compared to hers took two steps and stopped.

Something was very wrong, she hadn’t run like that since she was a little girl. There was no time to think, and come to think of it her brain wasn’t reacting fast enough. Kate changed plans, moving her loaded crossbow up towards her opponent. She couldn’t aim properly like this she had to bring it up to eye line her was a second or two away now. She thanked whatever god looked out for assassins that crossbows where made to be extremely easy to use and fire. It gave untrained soldiers the ability to kills veterans. She aimed for his mid section it would be a hard evade especially at this distance with out been hit somewhere. The bolt flew through the air hungard for blood looking for its target looking for the Orc.

“You will need more than the gods strength to kill me” Kate's trademark smirk plastered her face.

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 Post subject: Re: Foundations Championship: Boy Killa :) vs. koko_menoso
PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 4:39 pm 
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Kronk didn’t understand why his movement was slowed and his speed reduced, maybe he lost his heritage as an orc and all of his abilities also appeared to be gone. But that shouldn’t affect his strength, his muscle mass was still the same, and there lies his confusion, there must be something else at work here, maybe the wall made them weaker as well as forgetful.

The crowd was puzzled as well, watching as combatants run and perform more sluggishly than ever before. Some of them reasoned that they must be tired or injured or the like. Others just thought it was sad. But mostly there was a crowd wide dissatisfaction with how this final round was turning out. They could tell by the way things were turning out that these battles would not be as entertaining to watch as those prior.

Kronk’s run was decidedly slower than usual, and his battlepick was heavier. Making his run more sluggish than usual. But he didn’t worry about that too much, he had more important things to worry about. Like a crossbow bolt headed straight for his face! But actually it was headed for his stomach. Kronk saw the relative location the assassin was shooting at and saw where she eventually did shoot and took precautionary measures. He noticed the crossbow pointed at his midsection and quickly dropped to one knee and then continued to fall over onto his hands. Clearly not the most graceful way of doing things, but it worked. The bolt flied safely overhead and Kronk began to get back up again. Kronk decided to leave his battle pick on the ground and unsheathed his spatha as he got up. The battle pick was much too heavy right now, and without his orcish strength it was just slowing him down. Kronk began to run again this time with spatha in hand. There wasn’t much distance left between them, he should be able to close it before another bolt was fired. Kronk ran towards the assassin again and as he neared, thrust his spatha into her midsection.


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PostPosted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:48 pm 
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A classic desperate evade, Kate almost smiled at what the mighty had been reduced to as the Orc threw himself to his knees and then onto his hands on the floor in order to evade her bolt. Kate drew her blade into her left hand and watched as the orc shed his own weapon and drew a lighter one. It seemed her opponent was also aware of their little predicament. “This little tournament holds many surprised doesn’t it?” The orc was now on his feat.

The crowed couldn’t decide weather to love the action or boo, the fight was just getting started and so a lot were hopeful, but many that had been here in the previous matches had started to noticed the large fall in quality. But still as the orc started his charge the crowd again watched with lust in their eyes, after all a fights a fight and this way they could keep up with Kate’s movements.

The orcs pace was now better he wasn’t dragging around dead weight. One big question was on the assassin’s mind: had he lost his strength. It was one hell of a gamble, he seemed he couldn’t use his pickaxe so well due to its weight, but still did the muscle mass count for anything? It was time to find out. Kate waited until the last moment, as the orc thrust, a blood lust in his eye she stepped back and slightly to the right and brought her own blade down and around to manoeuvre the stab away from her.

For a moment, blades rested on each other, Kate applied slight but noticeably more pressure until his own blade yielded, ‘ah he had lost his strength’. Now with the orc in a full stretch from his stab and Kate arm still having some reach she attempted to push his sword to the left and deliver a punch with as much force as she could muster to his nose. The attack wasn’t a particularly dangerous one and would probably hurt Kate hand but she needed to get in every blow she could and if there was one thing she could do it was to fight dirty.

The battle was certainly getting interesting, it seemed they had been put on an even playing field, it was that dam wall she knew it, what was up with this dam arena. Firstly it had taken away her gritty determination to keep fighting to the death, then it had gifted her a very useful spell and now it had taken everything away. For the sake of all the builders, staff and organisers they would give it back because Kate Darksmith wasn’t one to cross.


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The assassin managed a parry on his stab, and even to push his sword out the the side and threw her arm forward for a punch. He had certainly lost his strength, which was certainly annoying, but he was betting that the effect wasn't only for him. The assassin had been fast, he had witnessed her earlier fights, but he noticed now that her motions certainly seemed slower. So while he was weaker, she was also slower - even playing field indeed. So while her hand came forward in a punch, it wasn't nearly as fast as it should have been and gave him ample time to decide on a strategy.

When it came down to it, he was still an orc though. He might have forgotten how to speak orcish because of the damn wall, and it might be stealing his strength, but he was still an orc regardless. And being an orc meant that he had large teeth, fangs most would call them, and punching said fangs would more then likely do a good deal more damage to the offending hand then to him. So, instead of trying to dodge the punch he simply shifted his head a bit to the side so that the assassins fist would punch right into them. It still hurt him when it connected, knocking a tooth or two good enough to make them a bit loose and get him tasting blood, but overall it wasn't super effective. At the same time he withdrew his blade, getting it out of lock from the assassin and spun slightly to his left, the blade in his right hand slashing for her, using his spin momentum to add to the power of the quick strike.

Even as he swung he was stepping back though, to get just a tiny bit of distance between them for now. He needed room to think about what to do next, needed to think of a strategy other then the one he already had, as a back up plan. It never hurt to have a back up plan, so he might as well put some thought into it as he shifted backwards away from her. She would probably pursue, but that was fine by him for the moment. He would simply lay the bait for now, to see if she would take a bite and fall into the trap. If she did, he would really be grinning, and if not then he would either need to think of something else or just wing it - which always led to a good time for all.


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Kate knew the attack would hurt her it was the cost to deliver such a blow. Kate’s fist slammed in for a satisfying crunch. The sound was obviously from his teeth, the assassin enjoyed the look of pain in his eyes as he tasted blood. Kate’s hand throbbed, it wasn’t broken by any means but it hurt like hell. The orc stepped back twisting his blade out and again towards her, this time she was too slow. Without speed, she could only lessen the blow as he went to dig the blade in she moved out of the way the best she could. The blade caught her, leaving a nasty cut along her side, it would have been worse but the orc was already on the defensive stepping back to avoid retaliation.

Kate knew she had to move, she had to strike again. If the orc was going to not flight like and orc she would. She would keep attacking until he changed his tactics, because unlike an orc she wasn’t an orc. The little grin came back to her face as she stepped forwards as he stepped back. Forward momentum was always quicker, with his blade just finished it’s arc it was out of the way for a second anyway she knew what she had to do, after all he was still a big, male, Orc.

With a smile the young girl thrust her knee forward hoping that her sword arm was distraction enough as she moved it into a better position for parrying his blade on the way back. It’s target was simple yet extremely effective, she would hit him in the privates and then press the real attack later, once he had the wind knocked out of him. Kate after all was good at dirty fighting.

Her side was hurting but the cut was not lethal it was about three inches long and for the moment bled through her ripped shirt. The blood loss wouldn’t effect her too much before the battle was over but for now it was a nuisance. Around the crowd where no longer concerned about the lack of spectacular abilites this battle was like watching a steet fight two even people using any trick they could to get the upper hand. As she thrust her knee forwards, the crowd realised what she was attempting and started to shout and cheer, ‘woops and ooooohs.’ And some just laughed as some people just have that kind of sense of humour.


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(For more information about what's going on, please read Foundations Tournament: Chapter 6, located here.)

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The black robed mage sneered at what was happening and chuckled slightly to himself. "Wow, these people are quite the patsies. At least it will be entertaining to watch." He grabbed the back of the former king's robes and dragged his lifeless body up to the railing that separated his balcony seat from the rest of the crowd below. He looked up at the throngs of people as they cheered on the combatants, totally oblivious to the regicide that had just occurred. Well, at least it gives me a chance to make an entrance...

He quickly chanted a spell that would amplify his voice so that everyone in the arena could hear it at a moment's notice.

SILENCE, FOOLS!

And just like that, the entire building went quiet and every eye in the arena was fixed on him. The fighters within the ring even looked up, their battle having been interrupted by the need to pay attention to this mystical announcement.


"Good people of Teranok Your king is dead!" Some murmuring swept through the crowd as the people took in the news. "I SAID QUIET!"

No one moved.

"That's better. Now, if no one believes me, here is proof enough!" and the cowled figure tossed the body off of the balcony into the crowd below. Many people gasped at this blatant show of disrespect, but the practitioner of the dark arts merely laughed and continued to speak.

"King Fatso here was the one that kept you under his thumb all of this time. Unwittingly, he sealed off the power that dwells within all of you. The latent magical energy that this city was built on. As long as he was alive, there was nothing that you peons could do but listen to his every word. The king of Galanath holds tremendous power, as we have been told in ages past, but very few have been able to harness and use this might to bring the city to its rightful position in the world. However, now that I am in charge, things will be a bit different. Take these two pathetic losers for example...the ones that you call 'heroes'," as he motioned toward Kronk and Kate. They have absolutely no idea what power really is. If they really intend to lead our armies, that needs to change."

"The one who is left standing will be found worthy of managing the very foundation of this city: power. Oh, and don't even think about getting away - things will get rather nasty if you try."

With that, the black mage hurled the charged dagger with its purple streak following behind him at the wall. Upon contact with the center of the wall, a clap that sounded like thunder was heard and a shockwave discharged from the wall, sending the contenders flying away from it and towards the outside of the arena, knocking them to the ground. A fair amount of dust was thrown up and when it settled, the shattered glass wall lie in very small shards strewn over a third of the arena, with the third-place contestants no where to be seen. The glass looked very harmless now...

...because a faint purple haze, just enough to alter the color of everything within it, now covered the entire arena.


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The taste of blood in his teeth was a bittersweet reminder that his strength had left him, and that he should have eaten more apples. He licked his teeth in a wide circle of satisfaction. Kronk loved the taste of blood, even if it was his own, he would even drink it in a glass if ever he had the chance. His plan had the desired effect, which was to damage the assassin’s hand. She appeared to shake it off, but it probably hurt her more than she was letting on. The assassin didn’t waste much time in retaliating though, as she started to come across with her sword, but as he blocked it he noticed it didn’t have much strength behind it at all. It was a distraction, he glanced down just in time to watch her foot swinging upwards towards his crotch. He quickly squeezed his thighs together, clenching her foot in between them, just inches away from the goal.

Kronk pushed off and took a few steps back to recollect himself, wiping his hand across his brow, “That was a close one, he thought to himself, one that would have surely hurt a good deal. He thanked his lucky stars that his precious ones were still intact. He looked around and saw that the purple haze from the wall started to grow bigger, and wavy streams of purple flowed throughout the entire arena. The pictures on the wall appeared to start pulsing with a purple glow as well. There were also two streams of purple that were brighter than all the rest, and they were headed towards him and the assassin.

The stream entering his body gave him a feeling of refreshment, and he knew instantly that his strength and language and everything else about him had returned, as far as he could tell for the moment at least. . The arena continued to fill up and a constant purple haze remained throughout the entire arena. Each person in the crowd erupted in a shout of glee as they felt the warmth of the haze hit them.

He instantly sprang into action, his strength now returned, he felt a mighty need for bloodshed. He lunged forward with spatha in hand, raising it above his head he felt a new sensation occur. Another high velocity bolt of purple haze erupted from one of the pictures on the wall, from the one they call Acheron. Kronk began to find foreign thought patterns enter his mind as soon as the stream entered him. Firstly he noticed that his mind began to think about the concept of “God”, mostly the existence concerning such. Whether or not a God exists was none of his concern, so he blocked those thoughts from entering his mind any longer. He heard a clanking noise in his brain, symbolic of the “God-link” being broken between him and the cosmos. Afterwards Kronk instantly felt a God-like boost to his strength and speed as he began to swing his spatha towards his opponent’s neck. This new strength was unbelievable, he almost felt like a God with the amount of stength and speed the purple haze endowed him with. Who needs a God-link when you possess the strength of a mammoth, and the speed of a cheetah. His spatha moved through the air with much grace and velocity, very much an extension of his arm, as it glided downwards towards the assassin.

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Everything was going to plan, yet the orc somehow noticed at the last moment and with extreme haste caught the assassins foot between his thighs. Kate’s was about to take action with a quick counter attack but everything changed. The atmosphere in the arena was suddenly different, maybe it wasn’t but Kate could sense something. Kronk pushed away taking a step back looking rather glad to have stopped the last hit. Kate still had that same smile upon her face. The assassin took a few steps back, gaining ground between them. The orc was looking at the wall, around it a thing purple haze had formed, the thing looked alive, energy surged around.

Her world was restored. A brilliant flash of light hit her and everything came back, she was fast again very fast, taking another few steps back Kate realised everything was back. Instantly her eyes flared red and Kronk was illuminated by energy. Blood vision restored, she could now see the power circling around the statues each one was different. Kate wasted no time with her re-found speed she grabbed and loaded her crossbow. No sooner had she done this the orc made his move. He ran at her, yet a strange power emerged and she could now see it, she had seen it before. The god link, it was barely there for a fraction of a second before it shattered and poured it’s power into the orc. Kate knew the technique well it had been used against her before, it made the users speed similar to hers and worse added strength to an already strong opponent.

No attempt at backward motion would stop his charge it was mighty and fierce. Kate brought up her blade, she had moments of a second to think of a plan but she didn’t need to. Power, glorious power seeped from a large elf’s stature and filled her body, it embraced her with warmth and knowledge and suddenly she transformed. The sword was discarded and the crossbow’s wrist strap broke as her arm was now a massive leg.

The sword hit solid horn. Kate was no longer a sleek attractive assassin but a truly devastating creature. She was now almost as tall as the orc but much larger, the creatures massive muscles tensed as it took the blow making it step back a few steps. But then it recovered as he lost momentum. Where the sword had hit horn, it had been chipped a few inches, but they where huge antlers and it had four of them. The Dire Elk’s coat was a dark grey, and it exerted age and commanding presence. Suddenly the crowd were getting a real show, all of them where wide-eyed from the last few seconds of action. The orc had suddenly performed an amazing feat of speed followed by the woman turning into a mighty beast.

Kate could no longer smirk, it wasn’t physically to do the expression, but if she could she would have had one huge one on her face. The elk brought it’s head wildly to the left, hopefully to throw disengage it’s alter from the sword and then brought it back to the centre and plowed forward. The initial damage would come from the massive skull complete with four antlers hitting for massive blunt damage. But, if he then fell back he could possibly be trampled, as the beast had no intention of stopping.

Suddenly Kate could barely control her actions, the beasts instincts where in control, it knew how to fight in this state and her petty assassin tricks had no place in this kind of fight. The strangest sensation however came from having something that she had just tired to attack on the orc. She had not just changed species she had changed sex!

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Loving the new twist finally we can let loose. Could you try and pick up the pace a bit koko, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything but waiting five days every time can get boring.


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Kronk’s attack was about to hit home when he noticed a bright flash of light hit his opponent. The light changed her in a flash into a big freaking moose. His sword swung down and hit the moose square in the antler. “Clank”… Yeah, take that moose, take it and run. That word lingered in his brain a bit longer. Because it reminded him of what he should probably be doing right now, running. But in his stubbornness he stood still, orcs don’t run unless its strategically advantageous for them to do so. Even when standing there seams like a really really (really) stupid idea.

Then the expected happened, the moose started running towards him. The ideal time to react to the moose running at him long since past, Kronk received an unhealthy amount of antler impacting with his chest. He began to feel his feet start to buckle as the moose continued to charge over him, he rached out and grabbed the mooses antler, and as quickly as he could attempted a stab at the moose’s chest with his spatha.

Because he had hold of the moose’s antler he was able to stay on his feet for a couple more steps, tip-toeing on the ground backwards, just trying to stay on his feet. The moose’s speed continued to increase and Kronk could not hold on much longer. The moose twisted its head in such a way as to dislodge his hand from its hold, and he began to fall to the ground in front of the moose.

Instantly a purple flash of light enveloped him once again. And his worst nightmare happened to him once again.

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Kitty Kronk spun around and landed on his feet, because unfathomable by modern science, cats always land on their feet. Knowing exactly what to do, since this phenomenon happened to him once before, he bounded to his side to avoid getting crushed by the moose. He then ran ahead a couple more steps and turned around. He crouched down on his legs ready to pounce, for that was the instinct of the cat, be agile, be fast, and if you want people to respect you… growl really loudly.

“GWRAAAAOOOOOWWWWW” Kitty Kronk exclaimed to his opponent…yeah… that should get the message across. He waited, ready to pounce, as the moose continued to run towards him.

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The orc didn’t evade, he was a stubborn as his racial stereotype. Kronk attempted to grab hold of it’s antlers but the massive Dire Elk’s had more and so he still got a nasty hit to his chest. As horn hit Kate could see the pain in the orc’s eyes it had knocked the wind out of him at the very least. Sadly no real damage, no bones broken, no pierced flesh. The attack wasn’t over however, Kate plowed on, Kronk held on for dear life. The orc dew his blade and attempted to stab the Elk, in his position it was a dificlt swing especially as he was holding on for dear life. The attack, scraped down it’s antler close to the beasts chest, it finally dug into flesh, the beast had a very thick hide however and survived with only a nasty gash to take from it. The orc’s strength didn’t hold up long to the massive beast, he ended up tiptoeing for a few seconds before his grip gave way and he was about to be trampled.

Nothing happened, there was no sensation of something under foot and no refreshing squelch. Kate forced the elk to stop, it slowed down and turned slowly. In front of the assassin-ish Elk was Kronk, the little kitty cat. Kate tried to raise an eye brow in amusement. This was going to be easy, well fairly easy. The elk breathed deeply, exhaling a massive snort of a grunt as the Cat hissed and moaw-ed agressively at her. The energy of surrounding the orc had changed it had taken on the same glow as Kate borrowing shape-shifting energy from the fallen competitor, yet somehow Kate felt she had the better end of the deal.

Kate quickly glanced over at the glowing cloud of energy. She could pick out the individual energies now. Could she really pick and choose? Kate willed a power, she focused on the warlock she had beaten earlier, she wanted the beam what she got was the wings. The elk suddenly shuddered as from its back two massive golden heavenly wings erupted into existence. Suddenly the beast was fast, it’s muscles suddenly supple and ready to charge again.

Maybe pigs can’t actually fly but this elk did indeed have wings. The elk put his head to the ground and charged, with the extra antlers pertruding from the side and down the elk was a truly powerful battering ram, it's horns covered a wide area. As Kate quickly approached the cat, she lowered the great beast’s head even more, making the antlers scrape across the ground leaving a trail in the sand. The attack was very quick, Kronk would have to think quickly to get out of this situation, the question was could his little orc mind succeed.

The crowd didn’t know whether to laugh or applauded as the fight was now between a winged massive Elk and a deadly little kitty cat kronk. They really didn’t know how to take their kings demise but for now they where enjoying the action, today was the start of a new era for these people.

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Blood Vison used - post 2/3
Dire Elk used - post 2/4
Wings of Light - post 1/3 (used 1/2)


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:40 am 
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Many thoughts ran through Kronk’s mind as he surveyed his surroundings. A Cat taking on a moose… what an interesting day this is turning out to be. Kronk swore to himself that after this transformation was over, he never wanted to turn into anything ever again. The Crowd was sure finding it hilarious though, he could hear their laughter from where he was standing in the arena. It wasn’t overly loud right now, there was a lot of murmuring and other noises going on as well, quelling the laughter a smidgen.

Kitty Kronk remained in his ready to pounce position as the moose charged towards him, the moose bowed its head low and began slightly raking the ground with its antlers. Kronk reacted quickly by jumping to the side as the moose sped forward. He overcompensated on the leap, just in case the moose was wise to his actions and moved its head to intercept, he wanted to make sure he was far enough away to avoid that. He then doubled back and prepared to attack the moose’s hamstrings.

His thought pattern was interrupted by an occurrence that was quite out of the ordinary, and someone who saw it for the first time would think it was quite spectacular. But it occurred at various points in this battle at a fairly high rate. A beam of purple light hit his feline frame and he instantly felt his speed and agility rise to a brand new level, bestowed upon him by the competitor Darious.

With his new found power, Kitty Kronk leaped towards the moose’s hamstrings and made a slashing motion across the moose’s hind legs and landed on the other side. Well that’s what it felt like to the moose at least. But what actually happened was a succession of three jumps, slashing across the hind legs each time, his speed making it seem like one continuous attack.

Shortly afterward he felt his extra strength and speed leave his body, the God link that was shattered had faded away, the extra agility granted for this last attack had also faded. Leaving him as a regular Kitty from here on out.

“Wildcat (Felis silvestris) Transformation” post 2 of 3
“Existence of a God” post 3 of 3
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Her opponent evaded again although this was quite expected from a little pussycat. He jumped and ran out of the way of the Herculean charge and rounded to flank the huge beast. The cat was amazingly fast obviously because of the god link, Kate couldn’t turn the beast’s body in time to evade but she didn’t need to she had a better idea. The cat attacked quick, causing several scratches, the massive muscles where protected somewhat by the beast’s thick hide and the cat’s lack of real power. After somewhere in between the first and second strike Kate started her counter attack. The cat was putting great pain into her legs but it mattered little it was time to show the true strength of this creature.

Channelling chi quickly into her body Kate knew exactly how it worked. The attack was based on the user’s strength and speed. And at the moment she was very very strong and also quite fast thanks to the wings. With that she kicked out with the beasts incredibly strong leg muscles and sent a large bolt of Chi straight towards the floor where the cat was. It was fast and didn’t need to go far and it was very strong.

As it fired and the cat completed his final swipe, Kate knew this wasn’t working anymore it was time for a change. The last slash had hurt but she carried on regardless. The creature jumped forward and then she was no longer a great beast, she rolled forward as a human and to her very fond relief she was fully clothed.

Her speed was incredible, the wings shot from her back and gave her a good boost in with her natural amazing speed. This was going to be good, she moved quickly completing her roll and grabbing the blades which where almost next to each other. she wasn’t too fond of dual wielding but she had been using a crossbow in her right hand for years so it wasn’t too difficult. She turned to the cat, sand flew around where the ki had exploded she couldn’t see if it had hit its real target. Her Dao rested comfortably in her left and her opponent’s short sword in her right. This was combat anything goes and now she had the advantage of speed.

“Kronk, I give this chance to few people, I am Katherine Darksmith Angel of Slaughter. Concede now on die by my blades! ”

She looked amazing, she glowed with the wing’s light and with the two blades and dripping with blood she could well have been the embodiment of slaughter. Her wounds had carried over from the beast and luckily they where only minor. The Dire-Elk was truly an amazing creature. On her front a shallow cut bled slightly from under her shirt and the back of her legs had small scratches. Apart from that nothing was serious, her blood loss was minimal. The fight was just beginning.

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Chi used (used 1/5)
Blood Vison - post 3/3
Dire Elk - post 3/4 cancelled early
Wings of Light - post 2/3 (used 1/2)

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Kitty Kronk was caught enjoying himself a bit to much harassing the Cervus elaphus’s hind legs, for in the middle of his attack he was caught by a rather large leg impacting his chest. Well, the projection of a Cervus elaphus’s leg at the very least, which Kronk can now verify, hurts just as much as the real thing. The blow sent his small furry body flying, falling, crashing, flying some more, followed by more tumbling, falling, crashing and rolling, until his body made a complete stop. He ached everywhere, his small 3 foot long body contained all the nerve endings of a nearly 8 foot tall orc. And every single one of them felt like they just went toe to toe with a meat tenderizer, and lost. His body enveloped in a cloud of dust, he laid there for a moment collecting his thoughts, and whatever strength he could muster.

He needed his old form back. So he concentrated on doing that, he didn’t know if it would work or not, but it was worth a try. So he closed his eyes, and instantly felt something strange happening, his body was changing back. He brought himself to his feet, and as he did so he noticed his body didn’t hurt as much now that he was back, except for one extremely large, extremely hurting… headache.

The dust around Kronk began to settle as he stood there broadchested facing his opponent. He didn’t have much in the way of scratches or damage on him, he had a massive headache, and his body felt like crap. But his opponent didn’t know that, from her standpoint her attack did nothing, and that’s what he wanted her to think.

The assassin’s challenge reached his ears. He was about to say something when abruptly another ray of purple swept over him, and he found new thought patterns entering his mind. He found himself starting to dialogue with himself inside his head.

Weird voice: Hey this place is really amazing, isn’t it?
Kronk: I never really noticed, or cared, if you can’t see I’m kind of in a battle here.
Weird Voice: Kind of makes you want to break into song?
Kronk: What? No! Are you insane?

And so it began.

“Ahem” Kronk cleared his throat as his body quite involuntarily started strutting around the arena, waving his hands as he started to sing in a deep orcish opera voice.

“Why must someone so beautiful and quick, wish to come to this arena and gut me with a stick.”

“Why can’t we see that this fighting here is meaningless!”
--“Too battle here, is really quite pointless!”

“If we could just put down our arms, we could live quite peacefully I’m suuuuuuuuure!!!!!!”

“Oh Kate Darksmith, why won’t you join me.”

“Softly put down your blade, and join my sweet serenade!”

“A duet is much better than a duel!!!!!!!!!!”

“Come now, and sing a tale or two.”

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Wildcat Transformation (post 3/3)
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