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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2019 12:58:18 GMT -6
Please note...- The last date to post your introduction post is the July 3rd. 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 Jul 2, 2019 8:26:53 GMT -6
There were results you could anticipate, results you could expect, and then there were results that came entirely left-field. It was all a little.. fuzzy and blurry, and the sphinx couldn't quite place whether it had been from all the static, the sudden bright light leaving a plethora of polka dots dancing in front of her eyes or just her own attention span having a hard time keeping up. Whichever the case, the previous fight concluded, though not at all in the fashion they had anticipated.
It wasn't long after when the next round was announced and contestants called back in again, the duo among them. Much like before they sat in the arena sands again, Detritus' head leaned in her lap, her gently stroking his mane as they waited. Unlike before, however, the topic of silent conversation inside their heads was slightly different, though still revolved around one troubling aspect: would they end up facing down three thundergugs in a row? Or would the spirits be kind and give them some respite?
Up until their foes of the day arrived it was impossible to tell, and up until then the small, underlying nervousness remained constant.
(1)
(Ready)
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 2, 2019 14:25:41 GMT -6
Lethalia had yet to experience a battle like their last; if only she could put a stop to the imagery that wanted to linger behind her lids whenever she closed her eyes. Knowing that Vidarr could do that amount of damage to something else, and yet seeing that crushed form still moving... the unease she felt over it refused to leave her gut even days after the fact. Though she had no wish to see that neon pink-blue acid foaming from the mouth of their adversary actually hit her drake, she'd a gross curiosity about what would have happened if it had made contact. If only they could have seen more of what that equine had hidden up his sleeve, because the pure seemed very special indeed.
Vidarr was thoroughly still himself after the ordeal, making it all the more difficult to explain why she was so upset about it. Though she might have tried to instill in him mercy, there were few ways to teach drakes of such concepts the right way, and may well have ended up with her drake killing someone else's pet. He was only upset over being yelled at by another humanoid who somehow knew his tongue; the drake's biggest take away from the entire fight.
Feeling too bedraggled to fight Vidarr's nature today Lethalia ventured down the hallway with him in relative silence, broken only when their door began to groan open. When she would usually leave the beast to the sands, the satyr stopped to stare at the pair in the pit. It was an oddity to both see an owner down in the sands, and yet another surprise in store for them in a creature she'd never experienced in any way until now.
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Post by Renathan on Jul 2, 2019 14:33:31 GMT -6
Notes
- Detritus cannot swim, since there is no water currently in the pit.
- Vidarr may use all of the moves/abilities he knows.
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jul 4, 2019 4:18:40 GMT -6
When the doors opposite opened the duo turned their attention in unison, both almost expecting to see a large lumbering form walking out of them, large crested and long horned with the earth doing some soft 'thump-thump' as its soundtrack. Instead, what formed walked though was large but more on the nimble side, with large wings. A form which both of them know quite well, though for very different reasons.
Oh, interesting, thought Darky, ears perking. She was able to recognize this one, though it took her some effort (rummaging through Sha'Nepti's latent memories often did), recalling the one who Cèasadh had faced. Though even then, Vidarr's reputation had somewhat preceded him - during the high tide of sarane tournaments, his name was well used.
Oh, no.. thought Detritus, remembering his little challenge fight with the blue one. In his heart he tried to console himself with simple thoughts - maybe this one wasn't obsessed with blood? Perhaps this one was.. actually reasonable? Maybe even nice? 'Niceness' was a far stretch to hope from drakes, regardless of breed, but at the very least he hoped this one was calmer.
Shuffling to their feet, the two stood as Darky waved across, "Good day and good battle to you!" and noticing the humanish' stare there was a beat of an awkward pause, before she called again, "Shall we begin?" a bit sheepishly. It didn't often strike her how unusual the tat-lung seemed to others, much less Detritus who was a bit of a different make than the rest of his kind. And Det himself, well.. his nervousness was a universal constant regardless of reason, question was simply at what level did it happen to be at the time.
And at that moment he was shuffling in the sands, doing his little one foot-up, other foot-down dance. This.. was likely going to hurt.
( Detritus is waiting on the Ready of the foes? )
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 4, 2019 22:10:05 GMT -6
Lethalia balked as her gawking was acknowledged for what it was, in a way, the fact that she hadn't even left the sands herself yet. "Right," she intones, too lowly for any ears but her own. Don't choke, at least any more. "To you as well!" projected louder. It sounded too formal coming from her mouth, but caught off-guard found herself parroting slightly in turn, complete with dorky wave to accompany. "'Suppose that is what we're here for," the satyr rebounded with a more meaningful smile, "Let's do it!" Ducking out of the sands she sought out her better vantage point above.
Vidarr stared at his owner's retreating back for a few moments, aghast another fight had human emotions imposing upon what mattered. Rounding on the creature in front of him, his chest inflated and his wings loosened as he realized the humanoids were filtering out. Damned that he needed to be told he was allowed to take action against his opponent; it'd been impressed upon him too well that he'd never be allowed to fight here again if he moved direly out of turn, and that didn't sound worth it. Impatience rather than nervousness twisted Vidarr's legs around one another as he paced the against the intangible chain holding him back, hissing growl rolling with his steps.
|Sorry! Ready, then ;3|
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Post by Renathan on Jul 4, 2019 22:11:21 GMT -6
[Everybody's ready it seems; go go go]
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jul 6, 2019 2:31:34 GMT -6
The smile on the mammalian's face was honest, quite glad to have an opponent who seemed more casual than some of the others so far. As serious as the fights got, it was a nice reminder that a tournament didn't have to be always hyper-competitive and there was room for exchanging niceties and respect as well.
At least, between the owners.
He seems.. nice? the tat-lung offered, watching the drake all but stalk around the other end of the arena, the growling and hissing audible all the way to their side. Det had his brave face on even though his little semi-dance belayed the nervousness inside.
There are worse ones, Darky replied back, having turned to him, given a small comforting bump of foreheads, before lightly running to the stairs and the trainer's stand. At least this one seems to be able to control himself, don't forget that part.
Det's face briefly contorted into confused horror, Control himself? What's that supposed to mean?
When Darky reached the stands, she glanced down, seeing the doors quietly close up, There are drakes, unbroken ones, that obey no command and fight to kill. This one fortunately isn't one of those.
The thought was mulled over for a few seconds, before the tat-lung offered tentatively, You mean.. like Achrann?
Oh, worse.
Oh, great, worse. Wonderful. To the low thud of the last doors finally closing, Det stopped his little dance and planted his feet more firmly, a few quick breaths to clear his mind and bring up that focus so desperately grasped to. Above, the sphinx took in the drake's movements, realized this particular fight was going to be a whole other kind of ball game and lightly tapped the rail in quick contemplation.
"Det, thunder!" It wasn't particularly different, but sometimes one couldn't argue with classics.
The tat-lung focused, eyes beginning to give off a faint glow as the air in the middle of the arena seemed to thicken, like a heavy soup, pressure building to the tune of a small, sub-audible whine. A few seconds later the whine reached a peak, the pressure going critical and the air itself tore invisible, a booming thunder rolling outwards from the rip.
( Detritus uses Thunder )
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 6, 2019 22:37:06 GMT -6
Wings rustled as means of fidgeting, and Vidarr took solace in the doors sealing on either side of the arena - finally! And end to the waiting part! Though the shared thought made the satyr sigh, she was glad for her partner being not only willing, but eager to fight making all of this a little easier to weather. This one is enough like a drake to not throw Vidarr off as much as some had, and unfortunately he'd never hear her out on some of the key differences between sarane and tat-lung.
A faint glow materialized between the two dragon-like figures, pressure building in the air along with it. Lethalia's hands came up to muffle her ears against the pressing against her eardrums, she swore a little when she realized what the intent was. Should be better at anticipating that sort of thing, in this unusual circumstance where the opponent is far more agile than Vidarr. This one was going to be an absolute terror in the skies. She forgets, Vidarr's not the only 'airy' creature out there - but it's yet to be seen if he can weather a storm even with his affinity.
|Can you make everything quiet again?| Lethalia blurted, not sure still what exactly he does to make it work. Hopefully he remembered how to pull it off.
With luck, Vidarr could extend his wings, and the satyr can only imagine he's figured out to do something like the reverse of his harsh gust. Air flexing with it's manipulation, the pressure wavers and gives. Likely replaced with a ringing of the ears in the sudden absence of sound, especially with the beginnings of a rolling thunder being cut short.
|Vidarr uses Silence|
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Post by Renathan on Jul 9, 2019 16:55:28 GMT -6
Calculations
Detritus uses Thunder Thunder causes Vidarr to skip his turn, in addition, Vidarr's Danger Sense is canceled
Vidarr skips his turn
(Please Note: In the past, NO tmp#2 move has ever been used as an interrupt when the slower foe uses it, it does not come out automatically and skip turn order. There was an unfortunate mistake in a past round that was a complete accident; we are so sorry for messing up. Because tmp#2 moves are not meant to skip turn order according to digging on tapatalk rulings, Silence will from here on out be treated as it was always meant to be and like other moves that have the same ruling codes. We will not be going back and fixing the last time this was used, since it was requested by the loser for it not to have a rematch. Thank you for your understanding.)
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Jul 12, 2019 15:10:18 GMT -6
In so far the building pressure had been one more unique to them, compared to the more physical methods in which other creatures had created their booming displays of sound, but a small breath of a moment before the air tore and the thunder hit, both mammalian and tat-lung felt the same kind of tug. A reverse tug. Like a rush of water running against the current for the barest of seconds before everything was muffled with a thunderclap. Mammalian and tat-lung shared a quick glance, both looking as surprised as the other until the mammalian's mind stumbled across a new kind of thought: the sarane wasn't just agile. He had magical blood in him, somewhere. Blood that may very well be not far off from their side of the court, so to speak.
Her arms lowered as the thunder rolled past into the echoing far reaches of the arena, and she wished to almost use one to smack against her forehead. A magic-blooded sarane was no rarity, but a norm. And seeing as this one was neither on fire nor coughing up icy stardust, there was something Else in his blood. Perhaps even something unconventional. Unconventional was quite curious most of the time, but more often than not it also meant having to thread twice as careful.
"Det!" she looked down, hands on railing, "Chiabirel!"
What, now? he asked incredulous. The sky was cloudy, it always seemed to be when he as in the arena, but in so far it had been a quiet kind of cloudy, a peaceful dark blanket bereft of anything dramatic. But the sphinx's tone of voice was one of a command, and he'd promised to trust her, to believe in them as a team. Win or lose, it was them at it together, this time. The tat-lungs eyes closed for but a second, a slow-blink, and when they opened there was a bright radiance to them. The skies above grew angrier, rumbling as if the thunder from before hadn't quite made its way off the field yet. He looked at the drake. Looked up. The clouds roiled and rolled. Another pressure, another build but this one sending static tingled up and down spines.
Then the sky split and a bright white lance shot down. The world blinked white for a fraction of a second.
( Detritus uses Call Lightning )
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 12, 2019 16:22:29 GMT -6
Something went wrong.
Behind her, the crowd still roared in response to the action starting, even their commotion put to shame by the crack of thunder that successfully split the air. Shit. The satyr's hands shot up belatedly to clap palms over her ears to stifle the nose, cringing in it's wake. Mentally reaching out for Vidarr, Lethalia could at least confirm he was undamaged by the rukus - it was 'just' something interruptive, the drake still trying to shake the dazed look from his visage.
That would teach her to make assumptions, at least for a little while.
Lacking Vidarr's sound vacuum, Lethalia realized they could still return in kind. Her drake looks too out of it to be taking to the air right now, anyway.
Skies darkening and rumbling didn't bode well for Vidarr's capability to escape the tat-lung's divine wrath; he wouldn't remain unscathed as he had in fights past. This was going to hurt, but she wasn't sure how much it necessitated a warning. The drake too, had turned his head to the skies, turbulent winds garnering his attention. Thunder might not always herald lightening, but in the pit it certainly did.
"Roar, Vidarr!"|You can't fall behind...| The trailing thought wasn't intended as a jab, even if it might sound that way at first. Dread gripped her with the idea that Vidarr might actually have something happen to him, this time... It had been both the entire point of entering the tournament, but one of the most difficult realities to stare down.
Vidarr gathered himself to respond to the thunder's crash with his crocodilian hissing, growing in depth before it was released in his crackling roar. He appeared less affected by the turns a battle took, and so far Lethalia's not certain if it's from a lack of understanding - or a lack of caring. Able to listen and hear her, he seemed to have mostly rebounded from the thunder's effects enough to be the blind brute she'd always known him as. Keep it that way a bit longer, even if she's not sure he's going to feel the same way with a lance of white coming down to the arena floor just as he opened his maw.
|Vidarr uses Roar|
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Post by Jack on Jul 13, 2019 18:44:47 GMT -6
Calculations
Detritus uses Call Lightning Vidarr has less than 11 Dexterity Vidarr takes 10 damage! Vidarr's Stamina is now 1
Vidarr uses Roar Detritus will skip his next attack
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Post by Darky on Jul 15, 2019 14:54:59 GMT -6
No matter how many times she'd seen it, there was something unsettlingly primal about seeing the lightning streak down from the skies. Some creatures could shoot electricity from their body, some could create static. But this wasn't quite of the tat-lung, almost as if it was only borrowed from the greater expanse of nature. And unlike the thundergug, this time it found its definitely mark.
The flash was momentary, but even knowing it was coming, she was too slow to blink and close her eyes, little dots and impressions dancing in front of the vision for seconds to come after the fraction-spanning light had faded. The sound was a rumble, an imitation of thunder, but lacking its usual punch, while the last and final sense was a sudden smell wafting forth across the arena. It was familiar to some sarane tournaments, and yet completely its own - scorched flesh intermingled with a thick layer of ozone in the air. The last time she'd felt that they had been escaping an undead horde in the middle of the winter woods..
It did not come without a price, however. What sound the lightning lacked was more than made up with the sarane's roar when the dust cleared and settled. In truth, they hadn't entirely expected for it to be the final blow, but it made the sarane's resilience to remain still standing none the less impressive. Detritus flinched backwards, the glow of his eyes flickering as he tried to stay focused but had to spend some time shaking the echo out of his ears. Rather than plant his feet, he stayed on his toes, trying to shake his head and lightly move around in the process, hardly one to make himself that easy of a target for the sarane.
( Detritus skips his turn )
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 16, 2019 13:32:38 GMT -6
Smoldering and charring of flesh filling the air with it's aroma had become as normal of an occurrence in life as it could; owning a fire-breathing hen tended to have that effect. There was a great measure of difference when the scent came from the near side of the arena, as opposed to a seared opponent kept at bay far across the sands.
Vidarr was still standing, although it was only just. Swaying on his feet, the camouflage drake staggered forward with tail and wings flailing limply to keep him upright. Even still, his eyes sought nothing but the ethereal glow of the tat-lung past the dust. So long as a drake was alive, he would pursue anything that wished to snuff him out. Even with the ugly black mark all along his side and up one wing, already peeling away to reveal muscle beneath, too neatly cauterized to bleed. Something could be considered artful in how the resultant pinkish fractals spider-webbed out from the injury, gruesome as they were.
There was no way of telling if the echo of copper on her tongue came from his injuries or his rage. Instead of shrinking away from it like her instincts always bid her, Lethalia grabbed hold of the feeling with all she could. As if holding onto the last shreds of his consciousness, she could hold him up, keep him with her. Panicked prey-heart be damned, it's erratic attempts at distraction wouldn't prevent her from supporting Vidarr. If she couldn't even do that, do right by her closest companion, what was she worth?
Lucky for them, Vidarr's choked roar after the lightning struck was still enough to jar the tat-lung into temporary stillness.
There would be no second chances with this one.
Lethalia was beginning to garner a deeper understanding why that equillion's owner dropped out of the tournament, more than she had already empathized with the decision. Vidarr would never forgive her for doing the same; he wouldn't understand the humanoid need for distance from these emotions. He thrived on them. With that impulse, her thoughts instead choked You have to stay awake. Not a direct command, but a plea she impressed upon him with all her might. Stay awake!
|Hit him. You only get this chance. Hit him.| Fervent, deeply reverent words as though chant or a prayer - you have to do it now.
Shaking his massive head from size to side, the drake still looked dazed. Which of the two images of glowing 'lung should be be hitting? Though his leaden legs could spring him closer, his claws felt too heavy to lift for a blow.
|Vidarr uses Pounce & Crunch|
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