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Post by Jack on Jun 15, 2019 10:49:57 GMT -6
Please note...- The last date to post your introduction post is the June 18th. Without an introduction post you cannot battle. - Certain moves can't be used in the Pit because of the surroundings and other moves can affect more than one creature at the same time. After all introduction posts have been posted you will be informed whether those two apply to any of your creatures' moves. - That you have 3 days to post a response to a calculation post and/or roleplay post. The 3 day deadline is not extended if your foe posts after a calculation post. Not meeting the deadline results in an automatic disqualification. - That characters level once every 20 posts in the Fighting Pit, but pets gain levels and loyalty towards their owners normally.
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jun 16, 2019 2:37:45 GMT -6
It didn't often happen that battles in the Pit found a peaceful solution, much less during a tournament. The rarity of it seemed almost precious in and of itself, though it made the aftermath, the coming back around, no less rough. This time they were early, both waiting down in the arena just in front of the open doors, the mammalian sitting in the sands and the tat-lung laying down in a circle around her, head cradled in her lap. Passing out had been like merely going to sleep, mind and body numbing and then darkness. But when he was healed and woken up again, everything came back like a feedback loop that had merely skipped a beat. It had taken the mammalian the better part of the day to calm him down, to cheer him up and assure him everything was fine.
It technically wasn't but that was another cake entirely. Two rounds into the tournament and already the supportee had become the supported - Det was supposed to be here to show a brave face and help her work through whatever had happened on that forest edge some time ago. Instead, here he was, being comforted, trying to hide his shame and guilt all wrapped in one and knowing she still could sense at least some of it.
Darky gently ran a hand through his mane as both largely sat in silence. The conversations were happening inside their heads, but even those were brief and short. As far as the overall plan had gone, the sphinx didn't really care for it, at least not as much as the tat-lung assumed she did. Unlike Mear, Detritus had only some true combat experience - a single tournament riddled with forfeits and only a single truly challenging fight. The rest of the time he was, ironically, in perpetual state of trying to avoid fighting if at all possible, for very specific reasons.
The mammalian's mind flashed back to that particular moment where it almost crossed the line. The sense of pressure, the static clouding everything, the thought that he might not be able to hear her after all, much less come back from it.. No, their priorities had definitely changed now. This was no longer about just her.
(1)
(Ready)
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Post by Noa on Jun 16, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
The aftermath of what had happened had been... interesting. Aster hadn't known what to expect. Grunty had, in truth, never suffered a loss before. In fact, he generally hadn't even come close to taking that much damage. The lightning at the end had been dramatic, but in the grand scheme of things, probably the least surprising aspect of the fight. Big, flashy, unexpected elemental onslaughts had become the vogue since the time of the Sarane tournaments, and possibly even before then. It was the rest that had been food for thought, and even for concern.
But as for Grunty's mental state... Aster had waited around as the healers revived him, but the Thundergug had merely seemed groggy, and a little irritable besides at having missed his dinner. Aster had given him a larger than usual feeding and hovered next to his stall as he ate, but all for naught, in the end: after a meal and a night's rest, the trials of the day before had been almost entirely forgotten.
"We're going again today," said Aster carefully, probing the Thundergug's mind for any sense of trauma. There was the sense of reluctance, but no more than there had been before, and that, Aster knew, was more for the trouble of walking all the way there. Aster's properties were not close to the city.
If Aster felt underwhelmed by the response, he reminded himself that it was for the best. Easier, if they didn't take the losses so hard. He had chosen Grunty largely because he suspected the Gug's spirit wouldn't be broken by a loss here and there, and it was gratifying in theory to see it borne out. But, well, there goes another potential source of motivation. Food it would have to be for the foreseeable future.
There was one surprise for them both when they came in, though only Aster cared enough to register anything of it. A woman was sitting in the pit with a Tat-lung. Both were familiar, though for different reasons, and for a moment Aster had some trouble placing either of them. But then he thought of Azalea--- the halfbreed stirred slightly in the back of his mind, feeling a brief tug of thought--- ah. That one.
But they had had a more recent run-in too, in a different tournament, with a different Tat-lung. Grunty had been with Aster on that occasion too. A briefly uncomfortable expression flitted over Aster's face, and he made his way to the stands as quickly as he could. He doubted that she would want to chat with him after their last encounter, but on the off chance that she did, he wanted to do what he could to put an end to that possibility.
[Be careful out there,] he said to Grunty, but he had the sense that his concern fell upon deaf ears.
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Post by Renathan on Jun 16, 2019 19:09:59 GMT -6
Notes
-Grunty cannot use Dig as there is a thin layer of sand in the Pit
-Detritus cannot use Swim due to there not being any water to swim in.
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jun 19, 2019 14:13:14 GMT -6
(Sorry for the lateness, busy times x3; )
The hand gently ran through his mane when the doors opened up opposite and both sets of eyes looked up to see their opponents enter. A humanish.. one which took a moment to spark recognition, but otherwise didn't seem too descriptive on its own. And then.. a thundergug. A factor that would have caused a deal of concern and stress all on its own, considering their last fight, but this was not just any thundergug - when recognition struck on that one, a jolt went through Detritus, eyes widening, mane bristling in anxious energy. This was the one - he didn't know it, but the mammalian did, and through her, so did he - this was the one who had not just downed Mear, but murdered him.
The Tat-lung Killer.
The hand paused in the mane as the mammalian looked across, first at the thundergug, then to his owner. The eyes stayed on the owner even as they left only to return in the trainer's stand, impassive and distant. There was a time where words would certainly be had. That time might not have even been all that distant in the past, much less the present. Seconds passed, until she finally looked down at the tat-lung, lifting his head off and rising to her feet. The blue-green one was a bundle of barely suppressed energy, the haunting failures of the previous fight coming back to mingle with the fights of others and Mear's words still ringing in his mind - be careful, be calm, be strong. He was being none of those things at present.
Darky raised a hand to his head, pulling down to her and giving a brief smooch on the forehead, before letting go. There was a time for talking.. but this was not it. Detritus looked to her with sudden surprise, only to be met with a small smile.
Whatever happens, we're in it together, yeah? Fail together, succeed together.
Blue eyes searched for fault in the statement, but the anxious nature was finding no purchase then, mane lowering, posture softening. Together, he agreed with a nod.
Darky's smile grew, Good. Now, lets break history. She bumped her head into his, before finally taking her leave for the trainer's stand. A few moments later she was standing at the edge of the arena, Detritus preparing himself best he could below. Darky looked across, found the humanish and slightly raised a hand, before calling across, "Good battle to you!" Having to have words didn't mean basic courtesies were put to the wayside. She looked down, giving the tat-lung an assuring nod, It's about to get loud, so get in some distance first.
"Det, rasut!"
The tat-lung coiled, tensed and sprung up into the air, snaking in looping motions ever upwards.
( Detritus uses Fly )
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Post by Noa on Jun 19, 2019 14:58:16 GMT -6
By the time Aster settled in, the other handler was making her way out of the pit too, and Grunty was staring down the opponent, waiting for Aster's cue.
Aster was waiting too. There was no starting before everyone was ready, and Grunty wasn't going to be the first off the mark anyway, especially not against a Tat. They were generally quick things, even though some of them got to be pretty large, and Grunty was... well. One didn't train a Gug to try and raise a speed demon, to say the least.
He was expecting some sort of attempt to spook Grunty, so watching the Tat spring into the air caught him off guard. But he recovered as soon as Grunty raised the inkling of a question, and turned his mind to directing their move.
[Thunder,] he said. Grunty rose up on his hind legs, his great forepaws raised up, then struck down with all the force that his weight could bring to bear.
[Grunty uses Thunder]
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Post by Jack on Jun 19, 2019 14:59:58 GMT -6
Calculations
Detritus uses Fly Detritus' Dexterity is now 16
Grunty uses Thunder, Danger Sense does not activate Detritus will skip his next move
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jun 20, 2019 4:21:33 GMT -6
The tat-lung climbed higher, again limited by the scope of the arena's ceiling as to how far he could truly go, a subject of annoyance if limits weren't abound for everyone in the arena. Those land-bound could no more run off into the distance due to the walls as he could simply just fly out. Reaching peak height, he remained there, turning his attention back down. He was going to keep an eye on the thundergug this time, he was going to watch it, keep it in his sights as to not get spooked by imaginary sounds.
Darky, too, kept her attention on the 'gug more than Detritus, hands already rising to her ears and knowing what was coming. If it weren't for the arena's lights, the place would have been quite dim from the overcast skies outside, but for now all was quiet. At least.. right up until the thundergug reared up and slammed down again, sending reverberating boom through the arena, enough to tremble the stone even beneath her feet. The shockwave hit the tat-lung, causing him to recoil, hands scratching and trying but failing to cover his own ears. There was a growl of annoyance, mingled with persistence. His head was ringing, but he was going to keep an eye on the 'gug, he would. There was no chasing fantoms or figments this time.
Unfortunately it still left him open, regardless of his determination.
( Detritus skips his turn )
(3)
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Post by Noa on Jun 21, 2019 18:12:59 GMT -6
Aster watched with a grim sort of satisfaction to see the Tat-lung flinch. At least that had gone off without a hitch. There wasn't much else to be satisfied with about the situation, that was for sure.
The only other saving grace was that the ceiling of the pit prevented the Tat-lung from escaping entirely out of reach. And with Grunty's height, he might be able to land a hit with his body, if only just. The trouble was, in the air, the opponent had that many more options to dodge, and it would be harder to predict what direction they would go.
[See if you can...] Aster began, his mouth pressed into a thin line.
[Fire?] Grunty asked.
[No, not yet. Try to just bash for now,] Aster said. The fire had better reach, but not necessarily better aim, and Aster wasn't sure that they wanted to show their full hand here just yet.
At his command, Grunty began running towards the opponent, gathering speed...
[Grunty uses Bash]
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Post by Renathan on Jun 22, 2019 9:40:40 GMT -6
Calculations
Detritus skips his turn due to last turn's thunder.
Grunty uses Bash A d10 is rolled; 7 is rolled. Grunty's dexterity of 5 + 7 = 12 Grunty's attack Misses, no damage is done
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jun 23, 2019 5:50:06 GMT -6
As the thundergug picked up speed the possibility of two futures hung heavily in the air. When he rose up to try and slam into the airborne tat-lung, time almost froze in the sphinx's mind, hands lowering from her ears in what felt like glacial pace. Was it going to be a repeat of two times before? Would the spirits truly be so cruel as to side the chance? In one future the tat-lung would have been thrown from the skies, battered and bloody, yet again. In the other, things were far less certain, the path through time winding along branches unknown.
The collision seemed imminent, closing in, then, suddenly, the tat-lung jerked aside, the eyes that were kept on the thundergug giving him time to react despite the fog of his mind. Looping free of the foe's range, Detritus swooped across the arena to put some distance between them, head being rattled loose as his hearing gradually came back in full. Inside, his heart was pounding, parts of his life having managed to flash before his eyes some two times, but at least, for now, the static was at bay. Outside he had his brave face on, best he could manage it, even if 'brave' was more truthfully 'if I stop I will think about this and I dont want to think about this so I will keep going as fast and as long as possible'.
Relief aside it was far too early to celebrate, much less consider things over.
"Det, thunder!"
The tat-lung spun around in the air, arms outstretched as the eyes had a faint glow. Above, the skies rumbled distantly, but in the arena itself there was a sudden build-up of pressure in the middle, as if the air was pushed together into a thick invisible cloud. Half a second later it was ripped apart, the plasmic split sundering with a crack of sound that rolled outwards, a deafening boom, bouncing off walls and ceiling back and forth.
( Detritus uses Thunder )
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Post by Noa on Jun 24, 2019 21:30:42 GMT -6
Aster had known their luck probably wouldn't hold for much longer, but to sense it coming and to see it unfold were still two different sensations. He found himself clutching the railing, for all the good it would do him, or for Grunty for that matter.
The Tat's summoning of thunder was nothing like Grunty's, more ozone and magic involved--- or what passed among creatures for their own innate magic, anyway. The effect was just the same though, and this time it was Grunty who flinched, great massive head swinging, as though he could fend off the ringing in his ears with his horns.
Aster wanted to tell him to focus up, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying that the Gug couldn't get his bearings immediately. They'd just have to wait it out, and in the meantime, that gave their opponent plenty of time to strike back...
[Grunty skips his turn]
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Post by Jack on Jun 25, 2019 7:20:57 GMT -6
Calculations
Detritus uses Thunder Grunty will skip his next turn
Grunty skips his turn Danger Sense does not activate
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jun 26, 2019 9:14:33 GMT -6
The sound of the thunder echoing about the arena was like a small peal of comfort, even as it grew fainter by the second. He couldn't much help it - that love for the storms was built in from his birth and it had taken him a good while to perfect the sound as to best match that of nature's own. It would have been wrong to call it imitation, but rather.. aspiration. The small parts of his being he could use, relatively safely. The rest, well.. Less so, since they were usually worse.
But sometimes a little 'worse' was what you needed.
As the thundergug took its time to recover, the sphinx switched her gaze from them to the 'lung. All empathic and some telepathic readings suggested the blue-green one was still very much borderline anxious, but holding on, reeling it in, refusing to let that static take him over for now. It wasn't bound to last for all too much longer, but they also needed a little more time. So, time would become split once more, as Darky looked up to him and gave a small smile, You're doing good, keep that focus up. If it ever feels like slipping, try directing that energy outward, don't keep it in.
Det was breathing heavy, staring down at the 'gug, refusing to look away even as he but wished to meet her gaze, Will it be safe to..?
The arena's seen worse and there's safety measures in place. You'll do fine, trust me. Then, looking back to their opponent as the thundergug was shaking off the last of the rattling, Darky called out, "Det, charge!"
He flew from his position, looping around the arena to another spot and back, ever trying to keep himself moving. As he did, the eyes took on a glow again, stronger this time, the face one of focused concentration while his mane began to rise in prickly spots of static. The air around him seemed to vaguely distort and shimmer, a yellow spark or miniature crackle escaping every now and again. A tension in the air itself seemed to be mounting as the skies above rumbled closer.
( Detritus uses Electric Charge )
(5)
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Post by Noa on Jun 26, 2019 20:10:13 GMT -6
The strike didn't come as quickly as Aster had anticipated. Grunty, too, seemed a little confused. He had grown used to a certain rhythm of battles, and the end of noise was generally a cue for pain if he didn't manage to smash down the opponent quickly enough. This was one of those times.
But just because nothing had happened yet didn't make Aster feel any easier. He could sense something building in the air, and he didn't like the way that Tat was glowing.
[Bash again?] came Grunty's query. Aster hesitated for a split second, but he couldn't make his choice too slowly. Grunty wouldn't move without a directive, and he wasn't about to have the two of them throw the match simply because he overthought things. That wasn't how it worked in a real combat situation either, which was theoretically what this was supposed to prepare them for.
[No,] he decided. [This time let's go with fire. Give 'em everything you got.] They had nothing to lose, right?
[Grunty uses Breathe Fire]
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