Round 5: FIGHT! The Hot New Competition - BLOODSPORTS!

[The Snark]

In the VIP box, Doctor Sardonicus smirks, his floating hoverchair affording him equal height with the apefolk. "Go forth, my creation! Wreak destruction on these hapless fools who know not my genius!"

A tiny finger stabs down on a red button. In the arena, a transceiver buried in Pugilarch's flesh activates, flooding the creature's bloodstream with a cocktail of hormones designed to dial up stress and aggression. The placid titan's face screws into a scowl, and for the first time he turns to look at his fellow combatants, beady eyes searching for his first victim...

"DESTROY!"

His gaze falls on his fellow Badalian. The Bironian gladiator Yihan finds himself staring up at a descending fist larger than his head!
 

Mechanics

Pugilarch: Mil 3, both 'weapons' available

Rolling a single d6 to determine target (1=Aki, 2=Keon Nnight, 3=Prisca, 4=Yihan, 5=Belu, 6=Doom)...

Attacking Yihan! @Stygian

 

Edited March 29 by The Snark (see edit history)

[MadMapManPK]

Aki trembled in his boots. Not only did his own brother put forth the idea of joining the bloodsport competition, but his father endorsed and encouraged the idea, saying he needed practice after failing to secure a victory over the Grandmaster to the north, who both bested his tactical prowess and his personal strength. "Brave face... you've got this," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his belt and detached a grenade, scanning the arena for a target far enough away that the explosion wouldn't recoil onto him. That dark knight's armor is surely extra susceptible to the intense heat of sun magic. His hand glows a fiery orange as he clutches a grenade...

And it explodes squarely above the knight's head, pelting him with a barrage of burning hot shards. Nearby contestants are spared either, being hit with a few pieces as well. And as the knight tries to strike back, Aki masterfully dodges by hopping back, gracefully.

 

In the VIP Box, a second Lion, wearing a gilded crown and similarly fashionable cape, crosses his arms and grunts. He smirks, focusing intently on Aki.

 

Mechanics

Aki Kiniun: MIL 3, Pop-Maize Cluster Grenades +1

Weapons: Pop Maize Cluster Grenade Belt, Royal Handaxe

Attacking: The Keon Nnight @Rocket Relm

 

Edited March 29 by MadMapManPK (see edit history)

[Rocket Relm]

32 minutes ago, MadMapManPK said:

Aki trembled in his boots. Not only did his own brother put forth the idea of joining the bloodsport competition, but his father endorsed and encouraged the idea, saying he needed practice after failing to secure a victory over the Grandmaster to the north, who both bested his tactical prowess and his personal strength. "Brave face... you've got this," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his belt and detached a grenade, scanning the arena for a target far enough away that the explosion wouldn't recoil onto him. That dark knight's armor is surely extra susceptible to the intense heat of sun magic. His hand glows a fiery orange as he clutches a grenade...

 

In the VIP Box, a second Lion, wearing a gilded crown and similarly fashionable cape, crosses his arms and grunts. He smirks, focusing intently on Aki.

 

Mechanics

Aki Kiniun: MIL 3, Pop-Maize Cluster Grenades +1

Weapons: Pop Maize Cluster Grenade Belt, Royal Handaxe

Attacking: The Keon Nnight @Rocket Relm

 

Neon, meanwhile, glared. Prepared for this fight, levying weapons and tendrils both. The man shaped person was glancing at another target, but the challenger interrupted it relatively mid stride. There seemed a smile beyond the mask, surely some measely sun and flash wouldn't...

And yet, it did. Scalded by the attack, and with the armor melting but still there, the knight tries in futility to strike at Aki. But the hits and long lashes and pokes of the tendrils go wide, and more importantly aren't far enough to hit the throwing range weapon. Keon isn't quite out, but things are looking grim.

Edited March 29 by Rocket Relm (see edit history)

[Stygian]

Inside the Box

"Yes, well. I'm hoping so as well. Or else, I'll never hear the end of it from his family." Andrei replied to Cagairmòr as he flagged someone down for a drink. His second in a surprisingly short amount of time.. Maybe the man liked to indulge his vices, but there seemed to be a smirk plastered on his face from the word 'Go' downstairs. Was he honestly that distressed?

In the Arena

"It's Yihan Radon. Don't forget it, even if my spark fizzles out in a few minutes, mm?" Yihan offers a brief introduction to Eighbris, before they descend down into the pits.

What the Bironian had not expected was pure rage and bloodlust distilled into a cocktail of chemicals--nor the fist that came with it, as it cracked into his ribs. The dagger he had plucked for close range clatters to the ground almost instantly.

OOC

The Alliance's combatant is Yihan, a Bironian expatriate from Uhra. Yihan will be rolling at 2d6 next round +3 and wielding a cusped falchion and a dagger.

Yihan is wounded.

 

 

[SerakHawk]

Console Prisca sat in the mech provided by the organizers of the bloodsport, looking at the controls at the start of the battle she instead uses the seat of the mech as leverage to bound rapidly out and propel herself at the nearest competitor!

Belu faced an onslaught of dense small coilgun shots before the bundle of fur and armor landed with force, trying to weave through the fighter's sword guard.

 

Mechanics

Console Prisca: 2d6+8

Weapons: Twin Caestus' and a Semi-auto coilgun

Attacking contestant Belu! @TheDarkDM

 

Prisca v Belu

 

[TheDarkDM]

Belu had dropped into a fighting stance as soon as the second of silence had concluded, crouching with his armored limb held forward like the prow of some ancient ship. Set upon by a machine rather than an opponent of flesh and blood, he nevertheless endeavored to block the gunshots crackling through the air to stab through some vital piece of machinery.

Bleeding from several minor wounds that quickly scabbed over thanks to his adrenapigment, Belu engaged Prisca in a lightning exchange between monorapier and mechacaestus. His armored limb rattled as he struggled to contest a strength driven by reactor and hydraulics, the humming point of his sword seeking a weak point. At last the storm parted, and as Belu leapt clear of the Console's mech it was clear the vile machine had been compromised, the socket of its left leg struggling against a crippling thrust, one caestus smashed to uselessness against the diamond-hard spike of Belu's gauntlet.

Edited March 29 by TheDarkDM (see edit history)

[Stygian]

Inside the Box

"Come on...! You could see that swing from a mile away!" Andrei hissed as Yihan was forced onto the back foot almost immediately. "Get moving, kid!"


In the Arena

"He never stops talking." Yihan picked himself up, the sharp pain of broken ribs ripping breath from the duelist for a moment. Still, he withdraws from the Pugilarch's relentless blows and turns himself toward a target of seeming opportunity. With Keon's armor half-melted, there is an opportunity to press an advantage. While it may not be the most honorable thing, this was not a field of honor--but a carnival of death. And it was better to die fighting than wait for it to come to you.

He is slower than he might like, but he angles the falchion toward Keon's back, aiming to dig it right through the melted plates.

OOC

The Alliance's combatant is Yihan, a Bironian expatriate from Uhra. Yihan will be rolling at 2d6 and wielding a cusped falchion. He is wounded.

He is attacking Keon Night, played by @Rocket Relm. TN to beat is 8+ (tie goes to the attacker).

 

 

[Tychris1]

Doom Soom missed the initial melee, his torso jingling as he continued to fumble inside his robe, and finally jerked his armored arm free to reveal a vial and syringe. He stabbed himself in the other arm with it and howled falling to the ground. There he lay, writhing, screaming, and his every muscle was contracting and relaxing simultaneously.
 

Rolling over with a thud he pushed himself up with one arm and shaky legs. Vision steadying onto Aki as blood finally took over. His unarmored bell strung arm exploded in a shower of gore and torn flesh as a bouquet of writhing hissing snakes waved through the air in violent ecstasy. Lumbering on three limbs he charged the fledgling god-prince, his guttural cries unintelligible, and the sand around him rose like a wave to thrust him toward the glowing beacon that consumed his now animalistic focus.

 

@MadMapManPK

[MadMapManPK]

The sounds of bursting popcorn and metal piercing thick armor fills the air. The light bursting from his hands had faded almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Without time to focus on all of that, though, Aki found himself himself being confronted by what could only be described as a sandy and bloodied monstrosity. Thinking quicker than he ever had before, he takes his handaxe and crosses it across the front of his body, hoping to brace whatever foul attack Doom Soom had planned for him. He quivered, trying not to focus on whatever it was that was attacking him.

 

Mechanics

Aki Kiniun: MIL 3, Pop-Maize Cluster Grenades +1

Weapons: Pop Maize Cluster Grenade Belt, Royal Handaxe

Defending Against: Doom Soom

 

Edited March 29 by MadMapManPK (see edit history)

[Rocket Relm]

1 hour ago, Stygian said:

Inside the Box

"Come on...! You could see that swing from a mile away!" Andrei hissed as Yihan was forced onto the back foot almost immediately. "Get moving, kid!"


In the Arena

"He never stops talking." Yihan picked himself up, the sharp pain of broken ribs ripping breath from the duelist for a moment. Still, he withdraws from the Pugilarch's relentless blows and turns himself toward a target of seeming opportunity. With Keon's armor half-melted, there is an opportunity to press an advantage. While it may not be the most honorable thing, this was not a field of honor--but a carnival of death. And it was better to die fighting than wait for it to come to you.

He is slower than he might like, but he angles the falchion toward Keon's back, aiming to dig it right through the melted plates.

OOC

The Alliance's combatant is Yihan, a Bironian expatriate from Uhra. Yihan will be rolling at 2d6 and wielding a cusped falchion. He is wounded.

He is attacking Keon Night, played by @Rocket Relm. TN to beat is 8+ (tie goes to the attacker).

 

 

"Well, let it be done."

The warrior, still reeling, feels the presence of something around him. Rather, the tendril arms on the back do, which have their own limbs and claws. Thrusting backwards into a lunge like a wild beast, past the falchion to rip and tear and rend...

... the opponent, getting past that weapon. The man seems almost limp at this point, burnt and wavering, and it's the thing on the back doing the true fighting at this point. Gnawing and gnashing like an octupus crinking up a squid, gruesome and savage and getting blood all over.

The knight sizes up everyone else while his back armament has its feast.

Edited March 29 by Rocket Relm (see edit history)

[EmBark]

The Arena

"Look at Eighbris go! Immediately pressing the attack against an opponent he deems most worthy!" The announcer calls out. As the duel between Eighbris and Seraphine went on, however, there was much more that took over the chaos of the arena. Thankfully, there were plenty of cameras around.

"Pugilarch Sardonicus takes a swing at Yihan of Uhra! What savagery this man has! Yihan cannot take this onslaught!"

"The Prince of Veehra goes for the Keon Nnight with his bombs... and OH MY GOD, they are MELTING! Aki Kiniun is melting his opponents! Dear audience, when we told you this night would get HOT we did not even know HOW HIT IT WOULD GET."

"Console Prisca attacks Belu with a hail from her coilgun! But what is this? Belu seems to come back with ease! Those wounds sure close up fast! Do we have a closeup? And OH! BELU TAKES OUT PRISCA'S MECH! Prisca may have piloted a machine, but Belu IS a machine! A fighting machine!"

"Doom Soom--" "OOM OOM! HERE COMES THE DOOM SOOM!" "--finally faces an opponent one-one-one with Veehran honour as he goes right for the Prince! Oh my fucking EMPEROR what the fuck IS THAT?! Dear audience, it appears Doom Soom's--" "OOM OOM'S!" "--arms have EXPLODED into SNAKES! What the fuck? Aki tries to take on the godly snake-beast (sneast?) with bravery and an axe, but OH NO! It is NOT ENOUGH!"

"And we've got our second round of fighters picking their targets as Yihan of Uhra makes his way for the melted shape of the Keon Nnight! The Keon Nnight puts up a fight with limb and claw and beastly fury... and OH! They get past Yihan's blade! Yihan! Yihan has fallen! Quick! Get a close-up! Let us hear our first final words of tonight!"

 

The VIP Box

"Holy shit." Ani-Quin muttered, eyes wide and brow furrowed. This was nothing like the Mekhala Mad Dash, even though they had nearly died there themself.

"YEAH!" Guyineber shouts. "Get his ass, Doom Soom! Oom Oom!"

Ani-Quin looks incredulously at their friend and decides to walk away for a moment. They move to stand near to Andrei.

"So... didn't go as hoped, huh?" They attempt at conversation.

@Stygian

[Lady Serpentine]

Seraphine is ready for Eighbris's charge - indeed, she had already focused her attention on him before it even began, eager to reopen the question of which of them is the better fighter. She may have tied him on points in the Bironian Bash, but he bested her in the duel, and she's not eager to simply let the record stand at that. That's not to say that attempting to close the gap has suddenly become a poor strategy; if anything it only reinforces the need for Eighbris to make sure the fight happens on his terms. But it does make it rather more troublesome for him to accomplish.

The dull, thudding roar of her shotgun rings out across the arena, the sound echoing confusingly and blending with itself as she raises the weapon to her shoulder and fires three times in quick succession, aiming for the Knight's legs in the hopes of a pellet slipping through a vulnerable joint and stopping his advance. Not that she's certain the joints are especially vulnerable, but in the absence of a primer on chitincraft she can call a quick timeout to read, it's as good a theory to be going on with as any.

[MadMapManPK]

Aki panicked as he fled from Doom Soom, dropping his handaxe onto the ground with no hope to retrieve it. But before he could even regain his footing, he found himself facing the back of the mech operated by none other than the Console Prisca of the Illuminated Utopian. The very same who managed to snatch the secrets of Dust Hardening away from Veehra's sole clutches. Taking the Console out would not only make his family proud, but all of Veehra. He reached to his belt and prepared another grenade, hands glowing...

 

@SerakHawk

[Tychris1]

Doom Soom slapped at the ground as Aki fled, grasping at the abandoned axe with deranged vigor, and held it aloft in the air as if it were the radiant dawn. Swinging it about in the air he hucked it indiscriminately. His newly freed hand splayed fingers over the dust devils. Bending them to his hardening will. Sand coalesced into a heaving gauntlet overflowing into his arm. He stared down Belu with his fifty eyes and hissed

 

“I will be the end of your ssssstory.”

 

He began to bullrush forward, holding his sand arm out sideways to push a shifting shield and deliver a hissing payload.

 

@TheDarkDM

[TheDarkDM]

Allowing the wounded Console to withdraw, Belu spun to face the enraged monster that the Kildoran heir had become. They came together in a desperate grapple, Belu straining for some leverage to bring his monorapier to bear, Doom Soom seeking to bury him in scales. It was a near run thing for both, as the edge of Belu's monorapier came within centimeters of severing the tangled mass of serpents at the root, before he was hurled away by Doom Soom with a triumphant cry, his armored left arm left tangled, limp and bloody, in the serpents' jaws.

Edited March 30 by TheDarkDM (see edit history)