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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 15, 2008 16:50:19 GMT -5
NEw Character for this battle only...
Name-Balto Penn
Age-mid 20's
Rank-Epic Warhero
Weapons-War Hatchet, buckler, belt knife, cutlass
Attire-grey tunic, dull blue breeches, seaboots, greycloak
Armor-chest plate, reinforced leather greaves, shin guards, copper head guard
Eye's-grey, blue flecks
Identifying marks-tatoo, tribal markings, unresponsive right eye
Magick-little
Skills-drunken violence (Balto takes a swig of vodka from his flask and feels no wound, but causing many) Drop and Punch (Balto drops his sword and aims a punch at his enemies eye) Leapfrog (Grabs opponents shoulders and jumps over them)
Farce (swings, stops swing short, aims slash at opposite side)
History-after leaving the wars of his home country Alsaka, Balto began travelling the globe, looking for maidens to ra...save, and rights to wrong...er, vice versa, and legendary duels to participate in. After his defeat of the pirate Phyllis the Black, Balto lost the use of his left eye.
This loss turned him to insanity, and he could find no merc work....lol, it rhymes. Eventually, he began crossing the Desert Gallo in search for death. Instead, he found an opponent to duel...
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Info for Dan:
Name: Ian Roer
Age: 41
Class: Metalmorpher
Appearance: Curly, light gray hair, short beard, green eyes. Dark green tunic and black pants, leather boots. Arms, left leg, many torso sections, part of his skull, and some bones made of metal.
Weapons: His body.
Magic: Has the ability to morph his metallic body parts into weaponry.
Short History: War vet. Got in magical accident. Rebuilt with metal. Cool.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 17:14:41 GMT -5
OOC: I'll set the scene, you join in and start the fight.
Ian was growing old. His hair was graying. He had less energy. But did he except his was getting old?
Of course not.
Ian was on vacation in the desert. Not for relaxing, but for adventuring. He heard rumors of ancient tombs and caverns and was hoping to uncover them. After a week of searching, he found the entrance to the burial site of an ancient desert king. And where there was a king...
There was treasure.
OOC: So you intercept me or something and we fight. I'll be back after dinner.
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 15, 2008 18:13:00 GMT -5
Balto saw the metalmorger from afar, striding over the burning dunes. He drew nearer, and Balto called out.
Ho, fellow adventurer! Might I interest you in a contest of our abilities? A simple duel, and we continue on our seperate ways, mmk?"
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 18:48:58 GMT -5
OOC: Spelling error on "Metalmorpher" and no need to colorize your text. That's why quotation marks were made.  Thoughts are made italicized. "Pardon? A duel? No thanks, I'm just here to explore." |
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 15, 2008 18:59:03 GMT -5
Balto frowned, and pulled out his hatchet. It's blade gleamed in the hot sun. A bead of sweat rolled down his nose as he glared angrily at the man standing before him. His last thoughts of sanity told him 'you're having another fit...stop now!'
But the fit had taken over him now. He charged the metalmorpher, weapon out and swinging. Closing the gap, he jumped into the air, his axe flailing in a diagonal chop towards his target-the non-metal neck...
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 19:02:25 GMT -5
Ian caught the man draw his weapon out of the corner of his eye. He sighed and began to leave. However, he could hear his muffled footsteps in the sand. When they stopped, he turned, morphing his metallic hand in a flat sheet, like a shield. He caught the axe chop on the shield and delivered a cold punch into Balto's gut with his other hand.
"I said, no thanks."
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 15, 2008 19:25:06 GMT -5
Balto roared with pain, and straitened up, taking a swig of vodka to enter a state of Drunken Violence and aimed a another chop at the man standing before him. He dropped his buckler and drew his claymore((correction from cutlass)), swinging both in a coordianted effort.
((isn't it godmodding when you say one of your attacks hit the other person?))
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 19:33:20 GMT -5
OOC: Well, I never really claimed it hit you. Someone can deliver a package, but you don't have to accept it. It might have a bomb in it and you evade the bomb package. =)
Ian blocked the second chop, noticing there was no way out of this. He wasn't as fast as he used to be and running in the sand would be difficult to the weight from his metal body. Instead, he crossed his arms in an "X" and then whipped them out to his sides. His arms began to narrow down from the elbow, eventually forming a sharp point.
The fight was on.
When the next attack came, Ian moved his arms in to block. He caught the claymore at an angle and it slid down his arm, but the hatchet blade buried into his fleshy shoulder. In retaliation, he morphed his right knee into a spike and thrust his knee up at Balto.
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 15, 2008 20:53:45 GMT -5
((okey dokey))
Balto screeched madly as the hatchet bit in, grimaced as the blood squirted into his face, and let out a grunted as he tried to twist out of the way of the knee spike.
It only partially worked, and the spike caught him in the side, nicking his spleen. Red fluid seeped from behind the chest plate, and Balto struggled to contain a sob.
He staggered back, the alcohol's courage leeking out his side. He clutched the wound and dropped his claymoore, as he could not hold more than one weapon while holding his wound. The hatchet was the lighter of the two.
Twirling the axe around, Balto glared at Ian. He swung on the right, then executed a classic Farce and changed the attack to the left side. Balto hoped it worked as his sanity returned...
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Post by Griffin on Jul 15, 2008 23:54:05 GMT -5
Grimacing lightly at the wound he caused, Ian staggered back a few steps. Ian braced his legs as Balto charged him again. He moved his arm up to intercept a blow, but shamed himself for letting a common maneuver like that hit him.
The axe blade smacked onto a metal section of his torso, jarring his body. Most of the metal in his body was connected. A heavy impact rattled the other parts in one big chain reaction.
Ian had felt this jarring before, and it didn't bother him too much. Instead he made a dive past Balto for the claymore he dropped. Changing his right hand back to normal, he grabbed the claymore and stood ready in a defensive stance.
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 16, 2008 6:42:52 GMT -5
Balto winced and moved his hatchet to his left hand as pain shot up his right. He shook it a few times, then readied himself for another attack. Looking up, the abomination was nowhere to be seen.
From behind Balto, the sound of scuffling sand reached his ears. He turned, taking in the fact that Ian hads stolen his claymore.
"Damn you! Drop my sword!" Balto bellowed, and charged his enemy again.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 16, 2008 15:33:56 GMT -5
Ian chuckled. He ripped the hilt off of the claymore and instantly morphed the claymore onto his own arm. After straightening and blunting the blade, Ian dropped to a knee and held out the long steel pole to trip his reckless foe.
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 16, 2008 16:38:11 GMT -5
((ah...dude...I liked that sword...))
Balto slinked up at then scooted back, trying a psych out on Ian, and finally got sick of it and charged the bugger. He pulled out his belt knife, chucking it at the morpher.
He charged after the knife, leaping thru the air in a flying tackle.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 16, 2008 21:46:30 GMT -5
He sighed. He was tired of this fight. He turned and caught the knife in his metal shoulder. With the extra length from the absorbed claymore, he sharpened the point like a lance facing Balto.
OOC: Short posts, I know. Melee fights usually are made of short posts.
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 17, 2008 10:24:27 GMT -5
Balto bearely caught himself in time. The lance from the claymore blade reached to greet him like a handshake of doom. ((?)) He twisted akwardly to dodge the lance, but it caught the lip of his chest plate and Balto's own momentum flipped the chestplate off.
He still managed, however, to land crashing down on Ian. Raising his hatchet high, and Kneeling on the morpher's chest, things must have looked grim.
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Post by Griffin on Jul 17, 2008 16:22:32 GMT -5
They say that your mind speeds up in the heat of battle. Even so, in a blur of metal and flesh, Balto's armor flew off and his weight came crashing down upon Ian's torso. He could morph the ribs in him, but it would injure him too much to let his vacation continue peacefully.
Like this was peaceful.
He didn't want to die. With a razor sharp axe blade ready to cut open his throat, what else could he do?
He morphed his arms back into normal arms and put them back. Ian looked his foe square in the eye and said, "I surrender."
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Post by Dan,_the_Overlord on Jul 17, 2008 16:43:26 GMT -5
For several heartbeats, Balto looked crazily at Ian, ready to crash the axe into the smug face, but nearly fell off the man when he said,
"I surrendur"
the next several heartbeats were unclear, but Balto remembered standing up and assisting the morpher to his feet.
"Good fight" Balto said. Still confused, he turned away, bleeding into the sunset. Never to be seen again.
((Nice, bro. Viele fun, will gladly do another time:)))
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Post by Griffin on Jul 17, 2008 17:07:37 GMT -5
OOC: Join the RP.
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