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Post by Jack on May 20, 2019 11:07:04 GMT -6
Please note... - The last date to post your introduction post is the 23rd of May. 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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Post by Skylos on May 20, 2019 13:54:40 GMT -6
Almost as soon as she handed the slip into the receptionist taking entries, Caiman found himself ushered hurriedly away into the stable, awaiting his turn. Was his partner that late? Having no concept of time except sun up and sun gone, humanoid timekeeping didn't make sense to him. The humans and whatever they weres ran about like scattering cod, flapping their wingless limbs and making noises as they herded creatures and cleaned and threw things and utter chaos. A slight shimmer overlapped the drake as he summoned his silent net, drowning out the sound of around him. Was this how it felt to be in a bubble. 'Having fun in there' his partner's voice echoed through the ribbon. 'Its a zoo out here in the people area. They plan to start soon. Be ready.' Be ready, of course he was ready. Ready to get some well deserved respect and exercise. Short of hunting down the pretty occasional wild beast for his meals, nothing really seemed available to fight. This would change. 2.5 Ready
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Post by Lethalia on May 20, 2019 20:30:25 GMT -6
The pounding of blood in her ears wasn't hers alone. Vidarr didn't share in her nervous energy, but piled on top of Lethalia's mental burden by being... well, himself. Drake-energy buzzing with anticipation of the coming brawl melded with her trepidation. Pressure she'd laid on herself along with the restless vibrating energy all around her mind, and the bustling pit stadium had her hands to quake. The satyr scornfully knotted her fingers together to mask her shaking. Nobody could know she was nervous; though the crowd that would be behind hadn't ever been cause for concern before, she found herself stricken with the need to not appear weak when at the center of a spectacle. Lethalia tied to push all of that down, preoccupying her mind with how pleased she should be, center stage with the drake she'd been training with for years now.
A murmur turning to a small roar rises in the stands as Vidarr sets foot on the sands below, shattering her attempt at calming herself. Shit. They recognize him. Of course they would. Somehow she hadn't considered up until this moment that even if she felt their win wasn't justified, everybody else would remember it - and now they have a reputation to uphold. Their fight hadn't even started yet, and yet adrenaline gripped her gut and the lump forming in her throat threatened to make her sick.
Even if it's been years, Vidarr emerges into the pit sands with an ease that Lethalia doesn't find herself appreciating. Clearly the forest drake still hasn't considered anything could possibly happen to him in this pit, the sands that stank of blood and death he'd proven his lording over long ago. Nothing would change that, and especially not a brown on the other end of the arena. His casual confidence against a 'familiar' adversary was not what she had been hoping for.
Lethalia takes in the ribbon, the gem upon the enemy brown, warped scarring on his face - he's clearly broken, and well versed in the savagery of these sands. By the sound of it, the crowd knew him, too. |Vidarr, you need to take him more seriously!| she snaps at his unconcerned posturing, the drake appearing to not even gather himself for the coming fight. There was no way to correct her drake not being able to fathom a threat coming from across the arena, learned carelessness from his previous lucky win streak. It would likely persist until something taught him humility.
She's not certain either of them are ready for that reality.
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Post by Jack on May 21, 2019 7:14:50 GMT -6
Notes
- Caiman can use all moves and abilities he knows and Vidarr can use all moves and abilities he knows, nothing requires special circumstances
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Post by Lethalia on May 21, 2019 19:09:14 GMT -6
Lethalia worried her lip, instantly finding herself conflicted about their opponent. She'd been bracing herself for their opponent being something they hadn't yet faced down - seeing another brown drake instead was jarring. Nobody would enter a brown in a free-for-all unless they had a damn good reason.
They'd find out what it was soon enough.
Treat everything like a threat, because Vidarr doesn't have enough of a mind to be able to assess any amount of danger for himself. The drake might be an unknowing menace to himself by being so cocky about all of this, but Lethalia takes the chance to lean upon his fortitude while she can. At least one of them is calm. "Fly," she commands him plainly - there's no masking that command.
With the pause that felt like it drew on far too long during such a moment in time, Lethalia got the impression he may be considering ignoring her command. Her forest drake did appear conflicted for a time, unsure if she was serious about flying in the pit. That was a thing? In less time than it felt like the moment passes, wide faded wings flare even as amber eyes question his owner up in the stands. For once, she couldn't even put on a believable enough veil of assurance for him. Seemingly not requiring her confidence for this, Vidarr was launching himself upwards, wings ready to carry him aloft with a few beats. There was enough fearlessness in him for them both.
|Vidarr uses Fly|
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Post by Skylos on May 22, 2019 5:27:24 GMT -6
WIth the new tournament beginning, finding a seat, much less finding her way to the owners box before the seats proved to be a challenge. How hard was it to read a tournament ticket? Or was it someone trying to back their way out of a loss of betting for a previous round? Whatever it was, Ridelys had to imitate a roar in order to get enough attention to scatter some space and allow her through. Several passerbys jumped, looking for the loose animal. They never saw it, just a ruffled redhead striding into the pit to take her place at last. Caiman's gate did not open though. It did not open. It burst. Impatient of his needed imprisonment, Caiman cantered into the ring, bringing his own carcophonous roar of the crowd. If there were sarane pit fans in here, they knew him. They knew of the brown with the burned face, what he was. Before him, another drake. No surprise, he could smell the other sarane in the stables. But only a few had an image to put to their scent. This one was new. New, and young, and well trained. Nothing compared to the fish-tail blue, because this drake's scent carried a similarly... noticable smell. That, and his horns were different. Pointier, swept back. He'd seen the rack built onto that monster brown that his partner had adopted. This wasn't as impressive, but any sort of headbutt would certainly hurt more. The other box had a someone that Ridelys recognized only by sight from previous tournaments. This drake had won himself a tournament more recently then most. He had the appearance of a well trained, well cared for creature. Going after the similarities, and one of his parents had been either a gauntlet or a tournament winner. Which one, she wondered. She could hear the other command just slightly, the other drake seemed to be readying himself to take to the air. Did they want to make this an air battle? Oh no, not yet. "Wrath." She tells him. Caiman's mottled face almost grins as he summons a new trick he'd learned from previous. The sand would taste good for him. [Air's Wrath] 3.5
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Post by Renathan on May 23, 2019 20:36:28 GMT -6
Calculations
Vidarr uses Fly; taking him into the air. Vidarr gains +5 effective Dexterity while Flying. (Effective Dexterity = 12)
Caiman uses Air's Wrath Vidarr's Danger Sense kicks in; Air's Wrath misses.
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Post by Lethalia on May 24, 2019 17:50:33 GMT -6
Some impulse prompted Vidarr to move while he was headed upwards, flipping over in an ungraceful airborne roll only from intuition that something was coming. As opposed to an enemy drake at his tail that he'd expected to whirl around to find, a wicked torrent of air clawed at the wing in the airspace his body just vacated. Just being grazed by such a move enough to throw him off kilter with a flail as his wing was jerked straight. Suddenly it was a lot more strain to both remain aloft, and the hurried realization he had a ceiling to dodge as well. Ugh, what kind of places had ceilings where he wanted to fly?!
Air of ease about him fading, amber eyes narrowed at the brown still down below in the sands. His crackling growl reverberated through the pit even more than usual so high up in the air, crocodilian hiss-rumble seeming for a moment like it would herald the drake opening his maw to screech in anger.
Instead, Vidarr returned the gust of air with one of his own. Faded wings snapped forward with focused intent, returning the idea of tasting some pit sand to his foe.
Lethalia watched Vidarr right himself with a white-knuckled grip on the bar, and answer the tearing of wind by returning some of it right back. They moved too fast and her drake reacted too soon behind for her to ask anything of him - she couldn't find much fault in his reaction, but likely it wouldn't do much to another wind blooded creature even if he did get a hit in.
Winds heralding from the sands below didn't hide their intent, with how wildly Vidarr had to work to stay aloft even without a direct hit. Her drake clearly understood their purpose as well, the adrenaline surge from a close call filtering through their bond. Once upon a time, Lethalia had told her drake that the wind coursing through his veins meant he'd be able to flick his wings and send his foe spiraling out of the air. It'd been an offhand comment, meant simply to get him to comply with getting his injection - but was there real merit in the idea?
|Vidarr uses Harsh Gust|
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Post by Skylos on May 24, 2019 18:19:07 GMT -6
Putting this here so I don't lose it. To be fair, the biggest creature/item Caiman had messed with this new trick had been a grown gallor. Gallor are smaller then drakes. Especially drakes who can and will fight back. For it appeared that the other drake didn't appear phased by the air pressure's change, attempting to throw him off course. Into the wall, into the sand, or just plain down. Now he was on the ground, and the other above him. Ridelys didn't realize the immediate factor of wrath actually missing. But it made sense, the creatures that had been subjected to wrath never fought back. They were wild and untrained. 'Don't lose your head.' she told the brown as he watched the mottled drake above him. {I am not worried.} If he missed once, all he had to do was move faster. Granted, that usually involved getting into the air. A few options twined around. Likely once out of reach and range, sarane were very prone to roaring, in their joined experiences. Either that or ending a fight fast and hard. With the controlled movements of the air, this drake... looked very at home despite his coloration. 'I think he may be like you.' she mutters. {A brownhide?} 'Elementally injected.' Though with what, they had no idea. What should be done... 'Try to freeze him in the air.' She walked her idea through, he decided to try it. [Winter Gust] 4.5
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Post by Jack on May 24, 2019 21:12:34 GMT -6
Calculations
Vidarr uses Harsh Gust Caiman's Danger Sense allows the attack to miss
Caiman uses Winter Gust Caiman's Dexterity of 5 + 7 rolled by staff = 12 vs the 12 of Vidarr Caiman will deal half damage Winter Gust's damage of 3 + Caiman's Mentality of 2 = 5 damage 5 - Vidarr's Mentality of 3 = 2 2 divided by 2 = 1 Vidarr's Stamina is now 10
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Post by Lethalia on May 25, 2019 17:00:14 GMT -6
Chill winds coming at Vidarr this time around doesn't hurt much, but bites at his mottled hide with a wintry chill. He'd never much liked the cold, and shook his big head at the ice crystals that formed on his face before they dissipated just as quickly as they came on. The exchanging of winds felt as riveting as it looked; there wasn't a whole lot to see.
The camoflage drake had never bothered to fight like this - in air with some real distance between them, only the exchange of bursts of wind between them. As far as he was concerned, he'd never needed such distance from his enemies, preferring to keep them at much closer proximity than most.
Vidarr grew impatient with this kind of game, uncaring about anything stupid like 'being tactical' or 'oh no vidarr dont do that youll get hurt'.
Tired of this waiting, the drake's body wound in the air momentarily before falling into a dive at the enemy brown, maw gaping as his descent brought him closer to his target.
|Vidarr uses Crunch|
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Post by Skylos on May 26, 2019 6:30:23 GMT -6
Well that appeared anticlimatic, Caiman realized as the chill winds he whipped up didn't seem to change the trajectory... or did it. He managed to hold his ground, even avoid the massive windstorm. It would take more then a bit of wind to blow him over. But he did notice that upon paying some attention to his opponent's size, this drake seemed much LARGER. At least a head over him, and this was just far above him. The snide thought on the cusp of his mind withered. Which prompted Ridelys to look up, and truly pay attention. She only heard of the last few champions, for the last round or so of previous they'd pulled out early for... reasons. Reasons that would hopefully never happen again. This drake had taken his own championship title, but had either just finished growing (and holy hell if this is how much bigger some drakes get naturally... she had a growing problem on hand) or had more then just elemental injectory in their field. No idea. They were up against a drake of true champ- {All size, no bite} Caiman sneered, following his quarry with his eyes. For they were coming back in for a sharply pointed attack, at least thirty four of them. 'He'll be in range, leave a mark. Make him remember you. I think we've got another good challenge.' [Rend] 5.5 107/64
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Post by Jack on May 26, 2019 11:02:47 GMT -6
Calculations
Vidarr uses Crunch Vidarr's Dexterity of 12 + 9 rolled by staff = 21 vs the 5 of Caiman Vidarr will deal the most damage possible Vidarr's Strength of 8 + 6 damage of Crunch = 14 14 - Caiman's Resistance of 5 = 9 Caiman's Stamina is now -2
Though he managed the first hit, Caiman couldn't follow through and goes down quickly. The medics come to tend both Drakes.
Rewards Vidarr gains 2 levels and Lethalia gains 3 pit prize points for winng Caiman gains 1 level and Ridelys gains 1 pit prize point for participating
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