I betchya Sammibabe or some other floridan voted and threw the thing off :mad2:
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I betchya Sammibabe or some other floridan voted and threw the thing off :mad2:
Actually i bet it was one of them Canadians...
Sorry this took me so long, Pr00t. Work 'n such. Hope you all enjoy! I can close this thread whenever if need be, as I can't remember if FS can still close their own threads.
The coliseum was huge and brightly lit with thousands of spectators lining the seats. On a large platform a huge octopus-like creature stood with a microphone grasped in one of its many tentacles, a huge pink blob-like monster standing behind it and looking mean.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, octopi and fleshy variety alike! Welcome to the battle you’ve all been waiting for! Tonight, right here in this very coliseum, two brave and valiant warriors will go head-to-head in a no-holds-barred fight to the death!”
A piece of paper was held out by a wrinkled hand, which Ultros idly grasped in one of his tentacles before putting it in front of his face.
“What!? Well that’s disappointing. Very well, ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my attention that both combatants agreed that this is not a fight to the death. It might still be fun to watch though. Maybe. Anyway, without further ado, let’s bring out the contestants!”
The heavy portcullises clattered open and two figures stepped onto the field. One was a young man with short blond hair and a blue bandana on his head. He wore a black leather jacket and black trousers, as well as a white undershirt underneath. Both his hands were wrapped in leather, and he held two wicked-looking daggers, one in each hand and both held with the blade facing down. At his belt were strapped two empty dagger sheathes, and on his back was a long, almost sword-like object wrapped in cloth.
The second was not human at all, but instead a giant, humanoid frog. He wore a gold plate mail on his chest and a long green cloak that was almost as tall as he was. His pants were white, and strapped to his right arm was a buckler. In his left hand he held a long sword etched in ancient runes that glowed with a faint blue light.
“Our battle today is between the king of… *ahem* TREASURE HUNTERS, Locke Cole, and the cursed frog-man with the ever-so-creative name, Frog! BEGIN!”
Locke immediately fell into a crouching defensive stance, his daggers held low and at the ready.
Frog raised his blade high into the air, and with a mighty ribbit he charged forward, his blade glowing.
Locke shot forward suddenly as Frog unleashed a vicious downward slash. Dodging nimbly to the side, he moved around Frog’s left side and slashed at his chest, the dagger glinting in the sunlight with an unnatural shine.
The blade struck the plate and rebounded, causing Locke to curse and drop his arm back just in time to catch the broad end of Frog’s shield as it slammed into his back.
Locke fell forward, but managed to tumble and avoid the impact before coming up and spinning quickly.
Just as he turned, Frog raised his sword and a wave of water washed over him, throwing him backwards even further. This time, Locke hit the ground hard, sliding through the dirt.
Springing back to his feet, Locke shook his head slightly and spat a bit of blood from his mouth, a grin on his face.
This time, Frog assumed a more defensive stance, now wary of what Locke might try.
Locke shot forward again, both daggers held low and to his right side.
Frog brought his sword into a thrusting position and brought his shield forward, crouching slightly.
Locke suddenly jammed both of his daggers into their sheathes, revealing flames coiled around his arms.
“Fira!” he screamed, unleashing a burst of spiraling flame at Frog.
Frog thrust his sword forward.
“Water!” he shouted, a burst of water springing forward to meet the fire.
The two spells met and erupted into a burst of white steam.
When the steam cleared, Frog’s left hand was empty.
Standing behind him was Locke, holding Frog’s blade with a cocky grin on his face.
Frog turned to face Locke, but his amphibious face seemed to smile as well.
The sword in Locke’s hands glowed and disappeared, and in an instant a huge shadow loomed over him.
Locke turned slowly to find a large, muscular humanoid with yellow skin standing over him with a look on its face that clearly said that it was not at all amused.
Locke swore loudly and jumped back as one of it’s fists nearly connected with his face. Although he was able to avoid that attack, he was not able to avoid the bolt of lightning that arced out of its fist and slammed into his chest, throwing him backwards.
The creature seemed to laugh as Locke’s back hit the dirt for the second time this round, before it shimmered and vanished.
As Locke sprung to his feet, the sword was once again in Frog’s hand, and the blue glow was even stronger.
“Well then, I guess it’s time to stop pulling my punches,” Locke said, grasping the cloth-covered object on his back. Pulling it out, he tore away the cloth, revealing a long sword with a blade formed of pure blue energy. As he held it, the blade seemed to extend and grow longer and brighter.
Frog seemed to smile, gripping his sword with both hands, making his buckler less useable but improving the strength behind his own weapon.
“Come!” he shouted.
Locke charged forward and swung his blade in a wide horizontal arc, the energy weaving and warping as it cut through the air.
With little more than a shift in the position of his wrists, Frog brought his own sword to bear, deflecting the attack.
Without losing ground, Locke pressed the attack again and again, slashing from all sides and angles with swift strokes.
Frog stood his ground, dashing aside each attack with as little movement as possible, his feet firmly planted and his stance strong.
Finally, Locke overreached himself. Moving his arms a fraction of an inch, Frog wedged his sword under Locke’s and pushed off, breaking Locke’s stance and throwing his sword up ineffectually into the air.
Locking his blade back into position, Frog thrust, blue energy bursting forward and slamming into Locke’s chest. The energy blasted him backwards, smashing him into the coliseum wall and crushing part of the wall’s exterior.
Locke seemed pinned to the wall for a moment, before he fell forward, unconscious.
The crowd erupted into loud cheers as Frog raised his sword high in celebration of his victory.
It should've been Fire2, not Fira. xD
I refuse to use numbers in any of the fights that I write, this goes back to the old Grand Tournament. I think the -ra, -ga, and -ja sounds more natural to say when incanting a spell, and thus that is what I use.
agreed, very good writing btwQuote:
Originally Posted by Behold the Void