Author's Note: I am very excited to start this as it will be an outlet of creativity in my mathematics major world.
I don't think this will be my best writing. I am writing this in the third person which is something I am normally not very adept at (I prefer first person). I am also somewhat constrained by the idea -- fights, and only fights. This is not my natural writing 'area', per se but I am treating it as a writing challenge. I hope you can deal with my incompetence.
Once again, thank you so much for reading.
Prologue
The Protagonist fixed his collar as he slowly walked through the darkened tunnel that opened to sunlight and the cheers of millions. He emerged from the tunnel into the vast arena and promtly made his way to the teleportation device that was adjacent to the opening. He stood on it and in the span of a second his whole body was in the middle of the arena.
He gazed far into the distance and saw all the seats filled with citizens of both The Republic of MAL and the world. The Protagonist raised his hand to tell the crowd to quiet down and they obeyed his command.
A porter ran up to The Protagonist and gave him a microphone.
“A circular stadium, 4 kilometers in diamater. Millions upon millions of screaming fans. Excitement, everywhere. Those are the conditions in which the next leader of the Republic of MAL will be chosen.” The crowd went wild at words that really were not that inspiring as the echo and reverb from the arena speakers dissipated.
“I have already finished my story. I was the protagonist of my own story but now, my story is over. When one story ends, another one starts. And we all know that it starts today!” Cheers filled the air. News helicopters filmed the reactions of the crowd.
“In the tournament that begins in less than ten minutes, we will decide the new leader of the Republic of MAL. We of the current government have gathered 27 of the greatest fighters this world has to offer and by no means have we skimped out on the diversity. There are people from the far ends of the earth -- magicians, mechas, fairies, and more competing in this tournament and as such, we must give them a warm welcome.” The crowd cheered for the contestants.
“Now, now. As much as I want to get started, I believe it is imperative for me to explain how this tournament is going to go. Unfortunately, due to the number of constestants, there will be a few byes. These byes were chosen at random. The matchups were also chosen at random. I assure you now that this was always a fair tournament. Inside these matches, fighters are allowed to use anything that was approved by the event staff in the days prior. You will see robots and apples and -- wait. I don’t want to spoil anything else for you.”
There were mumbles throughout the crowd. Apples? How inane is that?
“Getting back on track, now. As we all know, this is currently the largest stadium in the world. With a 4 kilometer diameter, Manhattan island would not be able to contain it. With a seating capacity in the millions, it is literally a city. But that is not what makes this arena special. Does anyone know what makes this place extra, extra special?” The crowd mumbled, again, unaware of what they should have said. The Protagonist smiled from the corner of his mouth as he raised a small device that he took out of his inside pocket.
“This device I have in my hand can..” he paused his train of thought as he pushed a button. In an instant, the world around him changed into a dense forest. The whole area inside the circle was changed. “...can change the environment in the circle. This will be a great change from the past tournaments. Having a randomized stage to have battles will up the ante in these battles.” The crowd ooed and awed and he pressed the button. The battleground reverted back into its original state as a flat surface with no cover, buildings, or natural phenomena -- The No Man’s Land.
“These battles will be very dangerous but we will have to see them to the end. That is -- until someone is unable to fight back. Many times, that would mean death. If you are not comfortable with that, I suggest you go back home.” The Protagonist said those words with no positive intonation. He relaxed his face and smiled again.
“As dangerous as these battles are, we of the event staff care most about your safety. That is why,” the protagonist pointed upwards at a passing helicopter. flew above a section of the crowd and dropped a small, localized bomb. The audience screamed as it fell down but began to laugh and cheer as it exploded well above their heads. The debris did not fall straight down but trickled back down into the arena. “As you all saw, you viewers are going to be protected by that barrier put up by my staff’s best magicians. You will all be safe as you watch the glorious battles unfold.”
“Thank you for listening to me and I am truly sorry to be boring you,” The Protagonist said as he smiled at the crowd. “I think it is time to start the festivities, don’t you?” The crowd went wild.
Around each section of the crowd were large surfaces that played the feed getting picked up by the helicopter cameras. The image of The Protagonist in the middle of the arena changed into a large bracket outlining the tournament matches.
A large SUV made its way to the middle of the arena and picked The Protagonist up and brought him to a reserved area on the north end of the arena. There he sat much above the rest of the crowd as he observed them. He stood up and said his final words of his speech.
“The first battle begins now.”
Nanet vs. Gerald
Nanet and Gerald stood less than an arms length away in the middle of the arena. Under each of them was a sigil that would transport them to a random area in the arena which would happen as the envinronment became altered.
The tournament allowed combatants to have a brief conversation before the battle even started but, as in past tournaments, many decided not to talk with a fear of exposing their weakness.
These two were different. Nanet, a young teenage girl with what looked to be the dress of an 18th century French swordsman, bowed her head towards Gerald The Vagabond -- a man who could best be described as ‘rusty’. He was tall but somewhat frail from malnourishment. Gerald carried with him nothing but the clothes on his back and a large metallic stick with a handkerchief tied at one end the presumably held his belongings.
“That’s a fancy sword ya’ got there, kid,” Gerald said with a raspy voice that was way beyond his years. “It’d be a shame if I took it from you.”
Nanet took out her rapier and waved it around gracefully before pointing it at Gerald’s adam apple. Nanet’s facial expression remained stoic. “I’d like to see you try. I’m not about to lose to a mere serf like yourself,” Nanet said as she slowly drew the point of her rapier away from Gerald’s neck. Nanet sheathed it at her side once again as a tiny drop of blood trickled down Gerald’s neck.
Gerald raised an eyebrow at Nanet as they were teleported somewhere else in the large stadium.
Gerald looked around. He was in a small run down town at the base of the mountains with no sign of the audience.
‘Interesting. Sensory changing magic to make us feel like we’re alone. There are some very skilled magicians running this tournament,’ Gerald thought to him self. He slung his stick over his shoulder and made his way into the centre of town.
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Nanet jumped from rooftop to rooftop watching the haggard old man walk aimlessly through the mountain town streets. Every time he moved, she looked for an opening in his stance but found none. It seemed that Gerald was alert.
Deciding that it would be futile to wait for an opportune chance, Nanet lept off a rooftop and did a backflip. As her body became upright, she unsheathed her rapier and slashed at Gerald’s neck. He was able to dodge the strike on pure instinct. The moment he heard the air behind him change he ducked and the rapier hit the top of his bindle. She backed off and maintained a defensive position.
“You took me by surprise, kid.”
“Maybe you’re too slow, old man,” she retorded at his insult. She charged at Gerald. Her footwork was graceful and tricky. To Gerald, it was almost unreadble. As he tried to focus on her footwork, Nanet hacked and slashed away at his upper body. Gerald reacted quickly to the attacks but a few got through. His dirtied flannel shirt was getting torn apart and bloodied as he struggled to gain an advantage against the young woman.
Her face was stoic and cold as she turned the vagabond inside out. Gerald was losing steam. Knowing that he couldn’t afford holding back, Gerald decided it was time he turned the tables.
Nanet attempted a stab at Gerald’s torso but before the sword could impale the man’s flesh he grabbed the blade with his free hand. Nanet stumbled as her balance became off. Gerald took his stick and slammed it into Nanet’s side. She flew and crashed into the ground with a thud.
At this point, Gerald was losing blood quickly and Nanet’s bones were breaking.
“You’re no ordinary hobo,” Nanet said, grimacing, as she picked herself up from the ground. She held her right upper arm with her left. The rapier in her right hand was covered in dust and debris that she shook off by waving the sword haphazardly. “How heavy is that stick, old man?”
Gerald winced as he held the bindle horizontal to the ground with one hand. He dropped the stick and as it made contact with the ground the girl realized that the mass of his weapon was no laughing matter.
“Upwards of 300 kilgrams, I suppose.”
“You’re so frail. I’m more than surprised that you can carry that thing,” she said as Gerald shrugged. “You’re no homeless man, are you? The way you hold your stick as a weapon… I’ve seen it before. No street urchin can pick it up like that.”
Gerald shook his head at the girl. “You must be mistaken on both counts. I have no home. I have no house or family to return to. I do nothing but wander. My bindle is just a stick. I hold it whichever way I need to so that I don’t die.”
“What a pitiful man,” she said as she walked closer to him “not even grateful when I attempt to compliment him. It seems you’re not worthy of my presence.” She smiled at him.
Gerald’s eyes widened as he saw her face up close. “You’re quiet beautiful, you know that right?”
Nanet blushed heavily and ran towards the old man. She limped as she got close enough to point the tip of her rapier at his Adam’s apple much like what happened before the match started. “Are you stupid? Of course I know that!” She regained her composure while still keeping the man at point blank range. “I know it’s stupid, but I’ve taken a liking to you. I might offer you a place in our palace as one of my servants. For that to happen, though, I can’t kill you so I might as well incapacitate you.”
Nanet took her left hand off her right forearm. She gently placed it on Gerald’s face while feeling all the intricacies of a dirty man.
“You’re quite filthy,” she said. Nanet snapped her left hand fingers and as that happened Gerald became unable to move on his own free will. Her sword was still at his neck.
“M-magic? Binding magic?” He scoffed. “I never thought you were going to be a magic user.”
“Not binding magic. Chemical releasing magic. I can create phermones to affect any living thing in my proximity. Cool, huh?”
“Tsk.”
“You may think you’re rejecting it but your unconscious is taking my commands, now. The notion of free will is gone for you. Now, I am going to get you to raise your hand and tell everyone in the audience that you won’t be able to fight any longer. Does that sound good?”
Gerald was fearing for his life. In the physical sense, he was one arm thrust away from a severed carotid artery. On the other hand, his unconscious was getting the best him; his body following orders of someone else. He needed to do something quick. Something drastic.
Gerald relaxed for a moment and fell into the infatuation of Nanet’s phermone magic. In those moments, he gathered enough strength to slightly tip his head forward. The tip of the rapier pierced his skin and the trance was broken. The pain he felt overtook the chemical control of his body. Gerald pulled back from the rapier. Nanet, once again, lost balance at the unpredicted actions of Gerald.
“You rely too mucn on your speed, young lady. As soon as that’s disrupted you lose all the flow you had before,” Gerald lectured Nanet as he kicked up his bindle on the ground in to his hand. He swung the bindle at Nanet’s right shoulder and she dropped her rapier. Gerald kicked it away from her and as she attempted to move towards it, Gerald kicked her in the back. She fell down on the ground and screamed in agony.
Gerald dropped the heavy bindle on her back and she couldn’t find the air to scream. He knelt down at the rapier and picked it up. He examined it briefly and threw it back at Nanet.
“It’s not as nice as I thought it was before. You can keep it.” Gerald picked up his bindle off her back. Nanet tried to get back up but the combination of broken bones and fatigue made her fall right back down.
“You’re not some ordinary h-hobo…” Nanet was struggling to talk to him. “Who the hell are you, old man?”
“Nobody,” Gerald replied as he supported himself with his bindle.
The environment slowly became flat. The sensory affecting magic wore off and the cheers of millions filled the air. Two specialized medic vans drove onto the No Man’s Land and picked up both Nanet and Gerald. Both were on the verge of becoming unconscious.
The haggard old vagabond won the first match.
After The First Match
Nanet sat in the infirmary bed looking at the ceiling while she tried not to succumb to the pain. As she daydreamed, there was a knock on the door to which she replied come in with a voice that could not have come from someone in high spirits. As the door opened she saw the man who defeated her moments ago, in a humiliating fashion, but she could not do anything but blush at the haggard man.
“W-what are you doing here?” She asked him.
“Right… I forgot about that,” he replied. Nanet was confused because it didn’t follow the natural flow of the conversation. Gerald knelt down and lightly placed his bindle on the ground before taking a small vial of clear liquid out of his flannel shirt pocket. He threw it in the garbage can at the corner of the room and walked towards the sink to wash his hands and neck. As he finished he made his way towards Nanet. This time she was not flustered at all. She was more than clear of mind. She gathered the strength to sit up and grab Gerald’s neck.
“What did you do to me?” She asked him.
“You’ve got phermone powers, and I’ve got my own.”
“You mean you put that stuff on you before our match?”
“Yeah. You’re pretty strong to have suppressed it for such a long time.” His voice was still as raspy as ever. She took notice. She also finally took notice of the heavy smell of cigarettes on his skin. “There was probably a little left on me when I first came in.”
“You’re filthy,” she said to him genuinely. “You’re just a bum. How do you have access to that kind of chemical?”
“I was never a bum. All my life I’ve been a traveler. Didn’t I tell you? All I do is wander.”
“Pitiful. So,” she said as she slightly relaxed her grip on his neck, “why have you come here today?”
“I’ll answer, but cut the tough girl act. And take your hand off my neck.” She did as such as she glared daggers at the vagabond. “Good,” he said as he found a chair and sat in it.
“I’ll have to make this quick,” Gerald said as he went to his bindle. He opened the handkerchief on one end that revealed tons of little knick knacks. There was a small paper envelope that Gerald opened. He took out what looked to be some kind of seal with a sigil on it and examined it before putting it back into the envelope. He handed the envelope to Nanet.
“What do you want me to do with this?” She asked, trying to keep her tone of voice as prim and fancy as her parents taught her -- something that she was not fond of doing.
“There’s another match coming up in an hour or two. One of the contestants is Dr. Eucli and he’s a very important man. I need you to give him this envelope.”
“Are you serious?” She asked him. “Don’t you see what kind of condition I’m in? How am I supposed to do that?”
“About that,” Gerald rummaged through his belongings and found another vial of liquid. He placed it on the table by Nanet’s bed. “Drink the whole bottle. The relief will only be temporary but it will be amazing. That’s how I’m up and about. I won’t be able to give it to him because I’m going to be in a room for fighters in the second round.”
They stood in silence for a moment before Nanet closed her eyes and sighed. She opened them and said, “there’s no honor in being a sore loser. I’ll do this and only this for you.”
“I appreciate that.”
“But, you’ve got to tell me something in all honesty.”
“You’re not really a homeless man, are you?”
Gerald looked coldly at Nanet. Her skin crawled as she saw a side of the man she had never seen before.
He stood up and went to his bindle. As he packed his things he told her, “you’re better off not meddling in other peoples’ affairs. Especially in this place. You might learning things that you’d never want to learn.”
He carried his 300 kilogram stick on his shoulder as he made his way out of the room. Nanet went back to staring at the ceiling in pain.
An hour after the meeting with Gerald, Nanet gave Dr. Eucli the envelope that Gerald gave her.
Eucli vs. Kamotaketsunominokamo
Eucli and Kamotaketsunominokamo stood on their respective teleportation sigils.
Kamotaketsunominokamo, an older Japanese man wearing a traditional Japanese outfit along with his Geta sandals stroked his beard as he examined his opponent. Eucli stood tall and menacing. He was quite handsome but fatigue and age minimized the effect. He wore a lab coat that went down to his knees. As Kamotaketsunominokamo looked up and down at Eucli, the Japanese man spoke.
“My name is Kamotaketsunominokamo. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am what is know to many as the god of matchmaking and I have come down from my home in Izumo to take part in this affair. I hope our fight will be fair and if I don’t kill you, maybe I could help you find love in the upcoming years.”
Eucli said nothing as he placed his hands into his labcoat pockets. The Japanese man bowed, as is custom, and they were teleported somewhere in the large stadium.
The world around them closed. Up sprung stairs and hallways that seemed to lead to nowhere. Some were upside down, some were sideways.
Eucli lit a cigarette to ease his nerves. ‘Escher, huh?’ He thought to himself as he took a drag.
Eucli vs. Kamo Part 2
The area of the arena that Eucli was standing in was completely closed but there was still a dim light. He flicked his finished cigarette off to the side and it illuminated a small part of the floor before dissipating. Sideways stair after sideways stair he could not find any sign of the man with the kimono. Eucli found himself in a reasonably open area with a high ceiling when he heard a disembodied voice.
“There is a lot of interesting magic happening here, isn’t there, Mr. Eucli? First there was the environmental magic that changes the arena. This particular iteration of the arena would take some delicate magic. I’m quite surprised that someone out there has the capacity to do this. At the moment, I’m extremely fond of this gravity magic that we are allowed to control with our own will. Wouldn’t you say you are fond, Mr. Eucli?”
The voice echoed through the paradoxical chambers. Eucli looked around and still saw no sign of the kimono.
A rock fell down from the ceiling. It landed right by Eucli and he, in response, looked up. As he scanned the ceiling he saw Kamotaketsunominokamo materialize over thin air. The kimono stood on the ceiling, upside down, before he levitated down and became upright.
“That was fun. I’ve never done it before,” Kamotaketsunominokamo said. “You know, you can do that too. No need to play this so boring.”
At this point they were a few meters apart.
“Invisibility magic is quite rare. Where did you learn how to do that?” Eucli asked.
“Had not I told you? I am a god of matchmaking and the job has a lot to do with observation and being able to conceal myself will help.”
“Interesting,” Eucli answered. “I’ve always wanted to fight an invisible man.”
Eucli pulled a scalpel out of his deep labcoat pocket and attempted to stab Kamotaketsunominokamo. The Japanese man made no attempt to counter the attack opting to dodge and step away from Eucli. Eucli made a few more attempts at damaging Kamotaketsunominokamo by moving quick and swining the scalpel towards the Japanese man’s neck. Once again, the kimono moved jumped back and forth as the scalpel barely touched his skin.
Eucli stopped his futile attempt to use short ranged attacks.
“You’re quite nimble, Eucli. Unfortunately for me my skills aren’t best used for fights,” Kamotaketsunominokamo said as he disappeared from Eucli’s sight.
Eucli cautiously looked around. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of blue liquid and threw it at the ground. It exploded and blue gas spread throughout the area. Eucli used the gravitational control to get to the ceiling which became the floor. He looked down to what used to be the floor and saw the Japanese man reappear within the blue gas, coughing. Eucli pulled out a second scalpel and prepared himself to pounce on the helpless man.
Before Eucli could change his own gravity, he felt a hand on his head.
“It’s not invisibility magic that I own. I have abilities that allow me to change the perception of those around me. When I make eye contact with someone, I can alter their neural pathways to make them see things that aren’t really there. As such,” Kamotaketsunominokamo said as he pointed to himself on the plane that Eucli was previously on. The coughing Japanese man stood up and smiled at Eucli as the grip of the real Kamotaketsunominokamo tightened on Eucli’s head. “That ‘me’ up there doesn’t exist. I am the real Kamotaketsunominokamo.” Eucli struggled at the Japanese man’s tightening fingers.
“When I place my hand on someone’s head I can do a very amazing thing.”
“What do you mean?” Eucli said with an amazingly docile tone.
“I can see peoples’ memories. The strongest memories they have are going to be transfered into my brain. Isn’t that amazing?”
“You can’t do that, Kamotaketsunominokamo. You musn’t.” The grip on Eucli’s head was tightened even more. Eucli was amazed at the strength of his opponent’s hand.
“Oh, but I must. How else will I find a way to defeat you? Dokushinjutsu.” With his free hand, Kamotaketsunominokamo made a seal as Eucli’s memories flowed into his mind.
“N-n-no! K-k-kamo-o…” Eucli stopped struggling. He felt the hand on his head loosen before the pressure left.
Eucli dropped onto his knees as Kamotaketsunominokamo looked down at him with scorn.
“You have not lived an honorable life, Mr. Eucli. I hereby retract my previous offer of service. It is my duty to kill you here and now.”
Kamotaketsunominokamo opened his palm and made an offensive position for the first time in the match. The man in the kimono moved quickly and quietly even with his wooden sandals before striking Eucli with a few open palm shots. Eucli grimaced at each hit before blocking one of the strikes with his scalpel. The scalpel pierced through Kamotaketsunominokamo’s hand and they backed off each other.
“I’m a changed man. I’m here for redemption. You need to believe me!” Eucli told him.
“That doesn’t excuse your past. I will end you now with one hit and expose your evils,” replied Kamotaketsunominokamo.
Eucli knew that Kamotaketsunominokamo was in no place to have his mind changed. The man with the labcoat dug into his coat pockets and picked up three vials with one hand and threw them on the ground. The blue, green, and yellow gasses mixed and filled the air and visibility became almost zero. Kamotaketsunominokamo turned himself invisible and moved around but Eucli was able to pinpoint his position with the movement of the gasses. Eucli pulled another scalpel out of his pocket and waited for the right moment.
“These gasses seem to have no affect on me,” Kamotaketsunominokamo told Eucli. “But you were smart to use them. I am a little less transparent while fighting in this. How many of those bottles can you fit in your pockets, Mr. Eucli?”
“These pockets are lined with sigils that allow me to create any magic chemical that I can think of.”
“That is quite an intensive spell. It’s a shame that its user is a terrible man. Such skill and precision could have been better off in someone else’s hands.”
Eucli saw Kamotaketsunominokamo materialize within the gas and he charged at him, stabbing the Japanese man in the heart. Kamotaketsunominokamo laughed at Eucli as Eucli was imapled by a flat palm. Someone behind Eucli used enough force to penetrate the skin and muscle of the man in the labcoat. Eucli fell down on his knees and laid motionless on the floor. Eucli looked at the man he stabbed with the scalpel. It was for sure the talkative Japanese man but as he looked behind him there was, once again, another Kamotaketsunominokamo.
Kamotaketsunominokamo stepped out of the gas and waited for the scenery to change. As he stood idly he saw the tips of several scalpels emerge out of his torso. Kamotaketsunominokamo fell to his knees much like the Eucli that he saw.
“Didn’t I say that I could create any magic chemical? You’re naive to forget that point,” a voice behind Kamotaketsunominokamo echoed through the chamber. “Why not make a magic gas that will alter perception of your opponents? You’re wrong to underestimate me.” Eucli turned Kamotaketsunominokamo around and whispered in his ear. “And you’re wrong to not see a man searching for redemption.”
The man in the kimono dropped down to the floor. The world around them went back to the arena and the audience was once again visible to Eucli. Kamotaketsunominokamo was not fortunate enough to return to such a sight.
Hammer vs. The Conquerer
The Conquerer stood in his sigil dumbfounded at the man he was looking at. Across from him, there was what looked to be a regular citizen of The Republic of MAL holding a gigantic hammer. It was made of a pure golden metal that shined in the sunlight of the MAL arena. The citizen stared at The Conquerer with glazed eyes.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” the citizen said with a monotone voice. The Conquerer hesitated to speak but his need to address the odd man in front of him took over.
“I hope this fight will be fair,” The Conquerer said. He wore a beautifully fitted tuxedo and a mask. In his right hand he shuffled a deck of cards with such fluidity and precision that the crowd ooed at such a small trick. The citizen said nothing to The Conquerer’s good will at first but in a moment the citizen spoke.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” the citizen said.
They were transported onto a large cruise ship in the middle of a vast sea. The Conquerer knew that he wasn’t actually at sea but the magic was strong enough to make it believable. As he looked around and took in the simulated ocean breeze he saw part of an upper deck of the boat collapse.
The dust engulfed him and as he looked up into the sun he saw a figure on top of a decorative mast. The sun blinded The Conquerer’s eyes but he saw the figure pull out a large object from behind his back before it prepared to jump. In an instant the figure flew down onto the deck that The Conquerer was on. Once again, dust engulfed the well-dressed man. As it cleared he saw the citizen wth The Hammer right by him standing hunched in a hole in the floor.
The Conquerer flipped one card from his right hand into his left in preparation for an offensive attack. “You’ve got some destructive power. Where did you learn to do that?” The Conquerer asked the citizen.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will.”
“You’re not up for conversation?” The hypothetical question was asked as the Conquerer threw his first card at the citizen. It flew and impaled the citizen and the citizen grimaced. It stayed lodged in the citizens flesh before he ripped it out creating an outpour of blood.
“A diamond number card. Sharp and can penetrate easily.” The Conquerer told the citizen rhetorically as he knew the citizen was in no place to listen or have free thought in that matter. The tuxedo wearing man threw three more cards at the citizen. The first one hit the citizen’s face and got lodged. The second one hit the citizen’s arm and the man with the giant hammer stepped back as if that card had great weight. The third card flew past the citizen and attached itself to a wall behind him. As the citizen stumbled back due to the affect of the second card he caught himself with the wall. The Conquerer noticed that and he smiled, devilishly. A devilishly handsome smile.
As the citizen leaned on the wall that had the third card a large explosion filled the area with noise. The card stuck on the wall had exploded making the citizen scream in agony but the burns did not seem to be there when The Conquerer saw him turn his back.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer! I move according to its will!” He screamed as he writhed in pain.
“First a diamond. Followed up by a clover. Clovers pack a punch because they’re weighted. The combo ends with a heart that explodes,” The Conquerer told the citizen who was on the deck floor. The citizen picked himself up using the hammer as leverage. “You’ve got some stamina.”
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” the citizen said.
“It looks like you’re still not up to talk,” The Conquerer said. He charged the citizen and lept with his left leg effectively turning his body to get his right foot to kick the citizen in the head. As he evened out The Conquerer took two cards from his deck and stuck them on the citizen before he backed off. As The Conquerer made distance between himself and the citizen he watched two explosions engulf the citizen with The Hammer. One side of the cruise liner was in flames.
The Conquerer turned around and made his way to the front of the boat. Behind him, a great dust put out the flames. It was a matter of five seconds. The upper levels of the cruise ship completely crumbled as the foundations were smashed by the citizen. The Conquerer heard the commotion behind him and turned around quickly to assess his situation. As his head turned to see the implied destruction, the citizen was less than a meter away from him.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” the citizen said. He uppercut The Conquerer in the gut making him fly ten or so meters in the air. The Conquerer, while in the air, threw five cards at the citizen on the ground. The man with the hammer evaded all five of the cards with a jump that saw him gain altitude even higher than The Conquerer. The Hammer swung down and hit The Conquerer in the back, slamming him down into the deck. The citizen landed on his two feet as he watched The Conquerer squeal in pain.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” the citizen said.
The Conquerer laughed; fighting pain while he did so. The citizen fell to his knees as he tried to keep himself up with the hammer.
“Spade,” The man with the tuxedo said. The citizen looked on his body. There were seven cards faced down on the citizen’s skin. As he picked them off, the citizen saw cards with spades on them. “Spades absorb all magic from my opponents. Good for guys like you with stamina. You were open during your midair attack.”
The citizen peeled them off, one by one. He still had some problems staying upright.
“I guess I should end this.” The Conquerer shuffled what he had left of his deck and picked out 16 cards that he promptly threw at the citizen.
The Conquerer backed off, making his way to the other side of the boat, as the citizen struggled to peel off the cards.
Many members of the audience saw the largest explosion they would ever have seen in their lives.
The Conquerer waited for the dust and flames to clear once again. He slowly made his way to the citizen who lay face down on the deck. He looked at the man who still had The Hammer in his hands. It was peaceful the way the citizen looked. As The Conquerer started to feel sympathy for the man who was trying to kill him, the man’s eyes opened.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will.”
“Still alive? You’re persistent,” The Conquerer said. He stepped on the citizen’s chest to stop him from moving. He placed his hands on the handle of the hammer and picked it up. It was extremely light. For a hammer that light to create destruction like was previously seen was astounding to The Conquerer.
As The Conquerer pulled The Hammer away from the citizen he watched the citizen’s skin turn charred as if the effects of the multiple explosions were delayed. By no means was that man alive.
“Amazing,” he said as he examined The Hammer. As he looked at the intricacies of The Hammer he felt a numbness in his fingers. It extended to his wrists, then his arms, eventually taking over his whole body. His body became slouched and his eyes became glazed.
“I am a vessel for The Hammer. I move according to its will,” The Conquerer said.
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“Mr. Protagonist, who would you say wins this match?” Asked one of the Protagonist’s aides.
“Not The Conquerer,” he replied. “Someone who has no control of his body is not a winner.”
The aide nodded and signaled the event staff to revert the stadium. There stood the dead citizen and The Conquerer.
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The people in the stands were mumbling not sure of what to think about the results. Their chatting was hushed by a voice on the intercom.
"Upon much deliberation, The Conquerer has lost all autonomous functions. The Hammer has taken over his body and as such we proclaim The Hammer as this match's victor.
The Apple Fairy vs. Red
On one sigil stood Comrade Red dressed in Soviet Union era military attire. Strapped to his back was an AK-47 and in his right hand he held the people’s hammer -- a weapon that served as an outdated symbol of the past greatness of the Soviet empire. He looked at the person in front of him with an eyebrow raised.
On the other sigil was an eccentric looking man sitting crossed legged. He wore a frilly dress that sparkled in the sunlight and though his hair was short he wore an apple hairclip that would confuse anyone who tried to discern his gender. He gracefully helped himself up and from under his skirt he pulled out a magic wand and pair of fake wings with straps which he put on his back like a backpack.
“Wow, you look really scary, Mister,” the odd man said while winking at Red. “My name is The Apple Fairy and I’m really happy to meet you! What is your name?”
In a heavy eastern European accent he said, “My name is Red, comrade.”
“Red is a very nice colour! It’s the colour of many apples!”
“You are right, comrade,” Red said while laughing a litle bit at the eccentricity in front of him.
“Isn’t the world amazing?”
“Not with these capitalist pigs poisoning the human condition. Tell me Apple Fairy, do you believe in equality?”
“Equality makes the world a beautiful place! If there was no equality in the world, no one would have apples.” Red put his palm on his face and scrunched his eyes and laughed.
“I applaud your ideas. I’m sure it will hurt me to kill you, comrade.”
They were transported into an area of rolling green hills with no cover.
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‘This is a very dangerous situation having no cover,’ Red thought to himelf. He didn’t act on his premonition so he wandered through the field. On the highest hill he scanned his surroundings. Looking towards the sun he saw nothing. But as he turned around to see the other side there stood a forest. He wondered as to why there was such an idiosyncracy in the arena.
He walked into the forest with his AK-47 at the ready. Tree after tree there was no sign of The Apple Fairy but as he trudged through he heard giggling. When he heard it behind him he quickly pivoted to confront it but found nothing. All around him there was giggling and the rustling of leaves that unnerved Red to no end.
He had enough of it. Red flicked his left index finger up and from the ground emerged walls of brick and mortar that toppled many of the trees.
From a distance, The Apple Fairy saw the destruction of the forest he lovingly created and sprinted towards the epicentre of the People’s Walls while shouting. The communist was in The Fairy’s vision. He manifested an apple and took a bite out of it before spitting the seeds out with the velocity of a bullet. The seeds moved quickly but Red created a wall to block them.
The Fairy screamed at Red for destroying his apple trees. When he was in the vicinity of where he last saw Red, the communist was nowhere to be found.
“You destroyed my apple trees,” The Fairy said with scorn. He relaxed his face and smiled what seemed to be a genuine smile. “And I am going to have a blast destroying you.”
Red felt a chill down his spine as he heard The Apple Fairy say those ominous words.
As The Fairy knelt down to embrace his fallen trees Red left his perch. He pulled out piano wire that he tucked into his boot and snuck up on the eccentric, skirt-wearing man. Red was an arms length away from his opponent when he kicked him down. The communist wrapped the thin wire around The Fairy and pulled; making The Fairy gasp for breath.
“I am sorry comrade. I will have to end you now.”
The Fairy knelt down and as his breathing became even more erratic he picked an apple off the ground and threw it away from Red. He was transported about six meters away from Red.
“That is a fancy trick, Mr. Fairy,” Red said as he pulled down his AK-47. He started to unload a clip at The Apple Fairy. The skirt-wearing man dodged and dipped using his own trees and Red’s walls for cover. As the clip ran out, The Apple Fairy retaliated. He threw three apples at Red while he took cover behind a tree. The apples exploded out of The Fairy’s sight.
“I hope I killed him!” The Fairy exclaimed. As he looked past the tree he saw nobody.
From the The Fairy’s blind spot, Red came through with a swift strike of the hammer. He got a clean hit on The Fairy’s right leg.
“That hurt, Mister! I’m going to have to make you suffer,” The Fairy smiled as he looked at Red with eyes full of malicious intent. As he limped towards Red he took a handful of seeds from inside of his skirt and sprinkled them all around him.
“Comrade, you’re going to take on me with a broken leg? Pitiful. You are no better than the stupid westerners.” Red ran towards the limping Fairy. He pulled out his knife and sliced The Fairy’s right shoulder which was followed by a gut punch. The Fairy held his torso to try and cope with the pain but Red kept the beat down going. Red drove The Fairy back with punches and kicks to his head and body.
The Fairy found the strength to block and counter Red’s onslaught of pure hand-to-hand combat that Red learned serving the USSR. As Red stumbled back from the abrupt change in momentum, The Fairy picked an apple off the ground and threw it away from Red.
“Running away again, Comrade? You are a coward,” Red said. He quickly reloaded his AK-47 and unloaded the clip at The Fairy.
The Fairy smiled as he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, several trees sprouted up from the ground. The first ones that sprouted blocked the bullets that were flying towards The Fairy. The others that manifested themselves grew all around Red.
As the dust settled Red was trapped in a prison of magically grown trees that stood tall and close to each other. The only part of him that was free was his left hand that he could move freely.
The Fairy slowly made his way to the trapped communist. On his way towards Red, he picked up the knife that Red used to slice his shoulder. The Fairy looked at Red who was trapped in the trees.
With his free fist clenched swinging in the air, Red spoke. “You have won this one, pig. But nothing will stop the feelings of the people! You will rue this day, Fairy, but the people will have the upper hand in the end! We will not back down!”
Red’s prophetic shouting filled the air as The Fairy took the knife and prepared to stab Red with it but the arena changed back into its default form. The trees disappeared and Red fell to his knees.
A booming voice rang through the arena which hushed the crowd. “The match has ended. Red conceded defeat due to his inability to move within The Apple Fairy’s makeshift prison. Therefore The Apple Fairy is the victor.”
Goh vs. Arrimus
“It’s nice to meet you, Arrimus. I’m Goh,” the teenager said as he held out his hand. Goh wore clothes indicative of many high schoolers -- a graphic t-shirt with a zip-up hoodie on top and a pair of jeans on the bottom.
The man across from him was tall and muscular but seemed to lack any presence whatsoever. He held his hand out at Goh. “Nice to meet you, kid.” His voice was low and grovely but there was a hint of warmth in it that Goh could feel just listening. “My name’s Arrimus. How’s it going?”
Goh laughed at the man’s kindness. It was an interesting sight for much of the crowd to have two of the challengers be so amicable towards each other and they welcomed it warmly by applauding. “I’m good. Thanks for as--” his reply was cut-off by the sigil transport.
“--king,” Goh finished his sentence. He looked in front of him and noticed that Arrimus wasn’t there. There he stood on top of a large, unfinished sky scraper. He walked towards the edge of the building and saw that he was way above ground level which made Goh sick to the stomach. He stumbled back and fell on his behind while trying to crawl towards safety. His back leaned on a girder as he managed to catch his breath.
Arrimus spotted the helpless teenager and quietly made his way to the girder. The large man sprung towards the teenager and put him in a headlock. Once again, Goh was running out of breath.
At first, Goh tried to retaliate by elbowing Arrimus in the gut but after a few clean strikes it was evident that his skin-and-bone constitution would not fare well against the tall man. Goh stopped resisting for a moment and closed his eyes. ‘He’s got me good. I don’t have the space to take the knives hidden in my shoes. He’s probably already felt the machine pistol strapped to my back under my sweater so now he knows that I have a means of fighting him from a far. I won’t be able to fight him with my fists. That means I have to pull out my trump card this early into the match which is not preferrable. I only have a few seconds left before I completely run out of air. I need to do this right,’ Goh thought. His eyes darted around the top floor of the building. In his vicinity was the girder he rested on. There was a wheelbarrow full of bricks beside that and elsewhere was a table with a hardhat. ‘There’s not much here,’ he thought again. He needed to make a split decision fast. What could he do without the strength to break the large man’s grip?
“I… can’t…” Goh started to say. He opened up his free hand and focused magic into it. An object started to manifest on his palm and Arrimus became concerned.
“What… what the hell is happening?” The brawler said as the object in Goh’s hand was becoming close to finished.
It was a large vulture with a three-feet wingspan. It screamed into the air and left Goh’s palm to fly a few circles. It charged Arrimus beak first, poking his eye. Blood gushed out of the man’s socket and he fell to his knees holding it.
In the stands, The Protagonist watched in awe as he saw Goh’s power. He was on the edge of his seat with his eyes wide open and face smiling. “Incredible… I can’t believe he did it. That Eucli was better than I thought.”
Back in the arena Goh stood triumphantly over Arrimus. The large man looked with a stoic, one-eyed face at the teenager.
“There goes my depth perception,” Arrimus said playfully.
“I’m… really sorry. It’s just… I was going to die if I didn’t do anything,” Goh replied.
“I don’t mind. This is a battle after all.” As Arrimus said that he got up and pulled out a carved bone from the inside of his boot. He charged Goh with it and went for the stab to the lower body. Goh quickly pulled out one of his two knives and blocked Arrimus’ attempt. “It’s lion bone, if you’re wondering. It’s the only thing I’ve ever killed with my bare hands so I keep it as a trophy.”
“That’s quite interesting, actually,” Goh replied to Arrimus’ explanation. “I never knew lion bones were that strong.”
Arrimus smiled from the corners of his mouth as Goh said that. With his freehand he swung at Goh clocking the teenager right on the left temple. Goh lay on the floor and Arrimus got ready to finish him. He got on his knees and swung down at Goh.
Before the bone reached Goh, the vulture, once again, charged Arrimus, stopping the attempt. Goh slowly got up and looked at Arrimus. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?” Goh asked.
“Around, I guess,” Arrimus replied. “Where’d you learn to make birds?”
Goh said nothing. Instead he charged Arrimus with a look of scorn in his face.
Arrimus was outmanned in the open with the vulture and the teenager. He slowly crawled towards the edge of the building and climbed onto the ledge. With only his fingers tips he held tightly before letting go.
Goh ran towards the edge where Arrimus was expecting to see the man still falling from what seemed to be a suicide attempt. Instead, there was nothing. Just the distance between himself and the ground. Once again, Goh lost his breath and went back to the relative safety away from the edge. He looked at the vulture and nodded. The vulture flew away from him and into the lower more completed floors.
Goh pulled out his machine pistol and took a ladder going to the lower floors. They were a bit more developed than the top and on this particular floor, the walls weren’t completely built yet. There were kilometers of electrical wire that lined the walls. He had his pistol tightly gripped in both his hands as he slowly made his way from hallway to hallway.
In one particular hallway there was a strong and terrible smell that filled the air. The odd nature of the hallway drew Goh inside. There was still no sign of Arrimus but he assumed that the brawler was near because of the idiosyncracy. As he made his way to the epicentre of the smell, he started to become uneasy. With each step he took forward, his need to throw became greater. Eventually he looked at the cause of the smell.
On an unfinished wall there was the vulture that Goh created hung by a sharpened bone that pierced its skull. Goh had no time to feel sympathy for his creature. He looked around the room. From above there were more wires. There were some desks and cubicles which made it easy to assume that the building was to become a large office space. He kept his back to the wall where the vulture was hanging from and cocked his pistol.
Arrimus dropped down from the ceiling and as he landed on the floor right beside Goh he made no noise whatsoever. He proceeded to put Goh into a sleeperhold. For the last time in the match, Goh began to lose his breath though this time Goh did not struggle. He did not fight back. He couldn’t point his pistol at Arrimus because of the position. Instead he pointed the pistol at the ceiling and shot.
Wires fell down from the ceiling. They dropped down and made contact with Arrimus and electrecuted him. Goh also got a shock but much of it was insulated by the large man. Arrimus, without the ability to contol his muscles, let go of Goh. He caught himself with the wall but put himself in an extremely vulnerable position and when Arrimus came to, the barrel of a machine pistol was pointed at his temple.
“Concede,” Goh said to Arrimus.
“You’re not going to end it here?” Arrimus replied, struggling to make words with his freshly electrecuted body.
“I have no interest in spilling the blood of a man I don’t despise.”
Arrimus closed his eyes and smiled. “I owe you for sparing me. I lose.”
“Don’t mention it,” Goh said as he put away the pistol. The world around them turned into the arena. Without the wall, Arrimus fell. Goh quickly knelt down to catch the man making sure that he didn’t hurt himself even more.
"I am the Bone of my Sword
Steel is my Body and Fire is my Blood
I have created over a Thousand Blades
Unaware of Loss,
Nor aware of Gain.
Withstood Pain to create Weapons, Waiting for one’s Arrival
I have no Regrets. This is the only Path
My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works"
Yay Now I can show my pengu powers, Sign me up too please~
Name: Pengu Rasco
Powers/abilities: Ice beam, splash, camouflage and Instant recovery.
Behold of my awesomeness~
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But my feels.
Name: Nanet
Powers: Pheromone abilities, singing to enhance offense, high agility, high offense, weapon: one-handed silver rapier
I want low defense as a drawback c:
Name: Nanet
Powers: Pheromone abilities, singing to enhance offense, high agility, high offense, weapon: one-handed silver rapier
I want low defense as a drawback c:
Thank youuuuu.
Phermone abilities........... that's hilarious. I love it.
Woo-hoo! Here's to hoping to see this fic go places!
Name: Gerald, Hobo extraordinaire.
Power/abilities: -Weapon of choice is a metal bucket he wears on his head
- Owns a shopping cart that containing the various treasures and equipment he has scrounged throughout the past 30 years
- Overall, possesses superior bum powers, including (but not limited to): Iron stomach (if he's hungry enough), Inhuman willpower and endurance (necessary to ask for change from the same person up to six times in the same day), Not having washed self since the Reagan administration...
- His split personality "Alfred", which he often converses with, can talk him into doing anything.
PantsMan said: Woo-hoo! Here's to hoping to see this fic go places!
Name: Gerald, Hobo extraordinaire.
Power/abilities: -Weapon of choice is a metal bucket he wears on his head
- Owns a shopping cart that containing the various treasures and equipment he has scrounged throughout the past 30 years
- Overall, possesses superior bum powers, including (but not limited to): Iron stomach (if he's hungry enough), Inhuman willpower and endurance (necessary to ask for change from the same person up to six times in the same day), Not having washed self since the Reagan administration...
- His split personality "Alfred", which he often converses with, can talk him into doing anything.
Thanks for the character information. It helps so I don't have to characterize because I'm not that creative with personalities. :p
Powers: esper powers (like from the Zero Escape Games), so I can travel through time by moving my consciousness to a different version of my body and get information from another esper somewhere else, tree powers (from that ASDF movie), so I can turn into a tree, invisibility, and can use swords (has two laser ones), throw daggers (has 12 poison ones and 30 regular), has a magic first aid kit, can pilot and has a nightmare frame like from Code Geass, oh and I have an inner hollow like the vizards from Bleach. (Is that okay? Or too much?)
Powers: esper powers (like from the Zero Escape Games), so I can travel through time by moving my consciousness to a different version of my body and get information from another esper somewhere else, tree powers (from that ASDF movie), so I can turn into a tree, invisibility, and can use swords (has two laser ones), throw daggers (has 12 poison ones and 30 regular), has a magic first aid kit, can pilot and has a nightmare frame like from Code Geass, oh and I have an inner hollow like the vizards from Bleach. (Is that okay? Or too much?)
You can do that name. I think you just referenced the Tatami Galaxy (my favorite anime of all time) so I'm going to be hard pressed not to make you win...
But because I am a fair man I cannot do such an injustice.
Sorry didnt realize I needed to give a character summary
Name:The Conquerer
Powers: used playing cards that hold different abilities depending on their suit and colour. The ones like Joker or Ace are the most powerful. Can also fly and maybe some other stuff magic related.
Wears: Dark clothes, face mask and a pair of silk white gloves.
Weapon: The cards, the gloves and general fighting skills.
You can add or take away any of these abilities as you see fit
TheConquerer said: Sorry didnt realize I needed to give a character summary
Name:The Conquerer
Powers: used playing cards that hold different abilities depending on their suit and colour. The ones like Joker or Ace are the most powerful. Can also fly and maybe some other stuff magic related.
Wears: Dark clothes, face mask and a pair of silk white gloves.
Weapon: The cards, the gloves and general fighting skills.
You can add or take away any of these abilities as you see fit
Character summary is completely optional but very useful for me! Thanks, Detective.
Powers/abilities: Super athletic and have ocular powers when my eyes change color! Like red eyes means setting stuff on fire, blue means freezing, etc. I'll leave you to decide the other colors :)
Protaku94 said: woooooah Protaku needs to be on board for this!
Name: Protaku
Powers/abilities: Super athletic and have ocular powers when my eyes change color! Like red eyes means setting stuff on fire, blue means freezing, etc. I'll leave you to decide the other colors :)
Wears: Long brown trench coat just because.
I also carry around a pistol just in caseeeeeee
<3
Got it.
Shrimperor said: Sign The Shrimperor up!
Powers: Healing, Powering up (Speed, Strengh, def, etc...) and Summoning of Familiars.
HA! AS I IF I DIDN'T SHAMELESLY SIGNED UP FOR ALL OTHER FICS HERE
HAHAHHAHAHHA!
Hays Protag, long time not see o/
If it isn't much of a bother
Name: Apple Fairy (no jokes, I mean it, it's a fake name though of course)
Appearance: Trap (:D), Shiny red/pink frilly dress with fake pink wings, Apple hairpin. And yes, it actually looks a loooooooooooooooooot like a girl. Also carries a wand which he doesnt use on battle, simply just for aesthetics.
Personality: Delusional, thinks the world is all pretty, cute and rainbows as he breaks stuff with a happy smile on his face, like those mahou shoujo who explode their enemies in a cute way thinkin they deserved it in a adorable totally not psychopathic at all way.
Powers: All based on apples :D
-Apple Gun (Just a speed enhancement ability): Points a apple towards a target and shoots the seed inside it in a "Bullet" way (piercing attack)
-Apple Cannon (Just a speed enhancement ability): Throws a apple towards a target, thus hitting it like a "Cannon" (Blunt "You know how cannon works" attack, though of course the apple desintegrates, it'd still hurt a lot if a tough apple hit you in the face at 100km/h (I just made up this number))
-Apple Growth (Just a speed(?) enhancement ability): Throws seeds on ground, and trees will sprout fully grown within seconds.
-Apple Warp (Just a speed enhancement ability): Throws a apple (He likes to throw apples a lot) towards a directions (Like the "Apple Cannon" aka, a simple pitch) though before the apple hit's something, he's there to pick the apple again (Like playing baseball with yourself if you're really fast)
-Apple Grapple (Uh....): Approaches the enemy enough to use his hand as a "Grapple" and hold the enemy as he shoves a apple on the enemy face, He just wanted to name a attack that had something that rhymed with "Apple", cause it sounds cool.
Actually, his power is of "Speed enhacement", though you might already have realized, he can do this to whatever he feels like, making things happen faster, raise speeds etc, though he's dumb and delusional, so he succeded in doing it once on a apple and then he believed deep within in his heart he was a fairy and his powers only worked on apples.
That's it from me, if you want to change or not use it at all, I'm fine with it -3-.
Just wanted to go a bit delusional myself
*Not actual character representation, the character I though was quite human*
This not well represented character, though the name is quite well represented will kill you
Mkim said: HA! AS I IF I DIDN'T SHAMELESLY SIGNED UP FOR ALL OTHER FICS HERE
HAHAHHAHAHHA!
Hays Protag, long time not see o/
If it isn't much of a bother
Name: Apple Fairy (no jokes, I mean it, it's a fake name though of course)
Appearance: Trap (:D), Shiny red/pink frilly dress with fake pink wings, Apple hairpin. And yes, it actually looks a loooooooooooooooooot like a girl. Also carries a wand which he doesnt use on battle, simply just for aesthetics.
Personality: Delusional, thinks the world is all pretty, cute and rainbows as he breaks stuff with a happy smile on his face, like those mahou shoujo who explode their enemies in a cute way thinkin they deserved it in a adorable totally not psychopathic at all way.
Powers: All based on apples :D
-Apple Gun (Just a speed enhancement ability): Points a apple towards a target and shoots the seed inside it in a "Bullet" way (piercing attack)
-Apple Cannon (Just a speed enhancement ability): Throws a apple towards a target, thus hitting it like a "Cannon" (Blunt "You know how cannon works" attack, though of course the apple desintegrates, it'd still hurt a lot if a tough apple hit you in the face at 100km/h (I just made up this number))
-Apple Growth (Just a speed(?) enhancement ability): Throws seeds on ground, and trees will sprout fully grown within seconds.
-Apple Warp (Just a speed enhancement ability): Throws a apple (He likes to throw apples a lot) towards a directions (Like the "Apple Cannon" aka, a simple pitch) though before the apple hit's something, he's there to pick the apple again (Like playing baseball with yourself if you're really fast)
-Apple Grapple (Uh....): Approaches the enemy enough to use his hand as a "Grapple" and hold the enemy as he shoves a apple on the enemy face, He just wanted to name a attack that had something that rhymed with "Apple", cause it sounds cool.
Actually, his power is of "Speed enhacement", though you might already have realized, he can do this to whatever he feels like, making things happen faster, raise speeds etc, though he's dumb and delusional, so he succeded in doing it once on a apple and then he believed deep within in his heart he was a fairy and his powers only worked on apples.
That's it from me, if you want to change or not use it at all, I'm fine with it -3-.
Just wanted to go a bit delusional myself
*Not actual character representation, the character I though was quite human*
This not well represented character, though the name is quite well represented will kill you
I'm gonna treat this character as a writing challenge. ;)
Harems said: Powers/abilities: can move at the speed of light for 5 seconds every minute, can manifest anything from thin air. (Can only do this once a day).
Weapons: machine pistol, sabre (dual wielding)
Character: IQ of 179, bad at socialising. Cocky but really nice.
Should be interesting, though I'll go against the crowd and make a normal person.
Name: Sam, can be male or female I don't mind.
Powers/Abilities: Absurd Luck, you can work this into their weapon/method of killing. That or make them a complete pacifist and not wanting to be there. Though their opponents end up killing themselves.
Astros477 said: Should be interesting, though I'll go against the crowd and make a normal person.
Name: Sam, can be male or female I don't mind.
Powers/Abilities: Absurd Luck, you can work this into their weapon/method of killing. That or make them a complete pacifist and not wanting to be there. Though their opponents end up killing themselves.
Thank you for the normal person.
Any more users want in? I'm still looking. I want to get a lot of people involved.
Powers: Lucky to the point of it being unnatural and incredibly sneaky
Weapon: Street Brawling Skills and stale Taco shell fashioned into a knife.
Is the friendly to all,oblivious type who is a huge fanboy of Tacos and the Anime Way
There's another 'lucky' character so I might modify it a bit.
About the taco I think I'm going to change it into a makeshift knife of sorts because the imagery is just.. very odd. I like the street brawling skills, though.
I will stop taking in characters tomorrow at around 9:00 pm GMT. If you want in, sign-up now!
Another note -- if you have given me a backstory I may have to change aspects of it but I will try to stay as true to the history of your character. I know a few of you gave me some eccentric fighters. I might have to bring down the weirdness so the action isn't too corny.
I'd like my character to have a really dark and tainted past. Although he is really nice, if something happens to remind him of something that happened in the past (I'll leave that to you), he snaps and goes insane with rage.
Personality: At first it seems like he couldn't care less about the tournament, but as soon as his fight starts he gets really into it, likely having a huge smile on his face.
Powers: He's a werebear. Not limited to full moons, and I'd prefer if he'd fight for a while in his human form before transforming.
Appearance: Rugged-looking 30-something, brown hair and beard. When he's transformed he's an adult brown bear.
SleepingBearFeb 3, 2015 12:08 AM
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34
Personality: Washed up celebrity.
Think Vanilla Ice with a false sense of entitlement from past time in the limelight. Also should show a good amount of loyalty and devotion to the wrong group of people who he'd been friends with since childhood. Make all of his movements very graceful too, he's not a reckless dork.
Appearance: Large shades that he can wear over his eyes or on his forehead, somewhat short curly brown hair, white wrist bands and leg warmers with really decorative white boots and kneepads, large ornate bronze shoulder pads that keep an elegant white cape in place and a bronze belt, and a tight fitting regal looking light purple outfit. Age should be mid to late twenties. Oh yeah green eyes too. He should be very muscular but not unrealistically so.
Weapon: Give him a pike for battle and call it the rabble rouser.
he could also use an epee or something for close quarters but just a pike is fine.
Motivation: Another fifteen minutes of fame, earning money to pay off a childhood friends debt who's deeply involved with drug dealers.
Oh yeah and he should also own an antique vase collection passed down through his family that he'd have to give up to pay off his friends debts otherwise.
He should tediously and thoroughly polish these vases constantly until they're spotless and he should tell other people about his beautiful vases too but only when they're at his house or something he shouldn't be that much of a creep.
It'd be cool if he owned a really nice wingback chair too, so he could take a load off after each battle in the comfort of his own home with his vases.
Herlock is also a great friend of his as well, they used to play American football together.
Yatagarasu can create shadow clones of people his shadow touched. These shadow clones have about 75% of the original's capabilities including powers. He can produce multiple copies of a specific shadow at the cost of decreasing each produced clones's efficiency by 5%. He could also use multiple different shadows without decreasing each of their efficiency until they are each divided. Aside from this, he could solidify his own shadow and create objects from it like walls and blades.
Nerf him if you must
For his background,
Let him be the incarnate of the Crow-god in Shinto. Of course, he is still human, but he could see gods and otherworldly things.
