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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Weeaboo Of War:
7/10/2016 9:58:27 PM
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[b][i]In the arena, they wait.
The hulking giant of a man Smough stands in the center of the arena, his massive hammer on the ground, clearly waiting. His golden armor is darkened in the Twilight, his expression hidden by the grotesque mask he wears to battle.
High above him, Ornstein looks down at the entrance to the arena, waiting. Watching. For the proper challenge. His red plume flew on the wind as he held his spear out.
And so, they wait. For you.[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Just something I thought I'd do in my pastime. Up to 2 characters allowed, deaths are reversible, that kind of thing. And please, no ridiculousness. Make this an actual fight.
I know I will.
-evil laughter-[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Oh, and for the casuals with only one character...[/spoiler]
[b][i]Two summon signs await outside of the arena. Choose wisely.[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Oh, and for you music people put there...[/spoiler]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oX51T-EipOo
[spoiler]Oh, and because reasons...I just put this spoiler here. Shows how truly evil I am.
Muhahahaha!!![/spoiler]
English
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*Sketch walks in to the area being followed by someone wearing an exo-suit.. The person following him also seems to have a tail and their helmet is shaped a little like a cat's head.* "Hey what's goin' on?"
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[b]Smough lifts up his massive hammer, staring. Ornstein drops down from above. This is a fight.[/b]
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"Oh, a fight? Hold on a sec..." *Sketch drops his backpack and starts rooting around in it... He pulls out his duster and puts it on then puts his backpack back on as well. While he does this, the person in the exo-suit just stares at Smough, the lenses on her helmet seemingly seeing straight through him.* "Okay... I think we are ready..." [spoiler]This character technically hasn't been introduced yet... So she won't talk and I won't mention her name...[/spoiler]
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[b]Smough stares back, with an equally ominous look while wearing his helm. His hammer has blood stains on it...[/b] [b]Ornstein simply drives his spear into the ground, waiting for you.[/b]
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"So who's gonna-" *The propulsion pack on the exo-suited figure's back fires and she goes flying towards Smough.* "Oh, okay then..." *Sketch summons his sword and his flamethrower.*
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[b]Intercepting suddenly, Ornstein slams into her at a speed to rival the exo-suited warrior, throwing her into the dirt. Smough begins a charge towards you. [/b]
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*She lands upright and motions for Orn to attack again. Sketch throws down a smoke bomb, immediately filling his side of the arena with smoke as he disappears.*
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[b]Ornstein launches himself up, and as he comes down, he slams a stake of lightning into the ground where she stands.[/b] [b]Smough slams his hammer into the ground, causing the earth to shake. And somewhat creating some space that isn't covered in smoke. But it gets smoky again. Crap.[/b]
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*She stumbles a little bit but fires her propulsion pack again, causing her to fly towards you. She wraps her arm around your neck as she hits you, slamming you into the ground. Smough feels something climbing up his back and then hears a knocking on the back of his helmet.* "Hello? Anyone home? Could you please spare some sugar? I'm baking a cake..."
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[b]Ornstein grabs onto her, managing to loosen himself. He manages to throw her to where Smough is.[/b] "Well...Don't have any sugar...I don't think..."
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"Oh, do you have eggs then? I'm also low on those..." *Sketch swings his sword at her, causing her to fly back towards Orn, she attempts to punch you in the face as she lands.*
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"Well...I think I've got some at my apartment. You can just go over there, pick em up whenever you like..." [b]Orn grabs her fist and knees her in the stomach, jumping away.[/b]
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"How about we go over there now? I think I can just make an omelet instead of a cake..."
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"How about we go over there now? I think I can just make an omelet instead of a cake..." *As Orn knees her in the stomach, she grabs his leg and swings him into Smough's side.*
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"Yeah...actua-" [b]A loud DING is heard.[/b]
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"I wonder what that was..."
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"Probably my brother. Wait. Shit."
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"What's wrong?"
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[b]Another loud thud is heard as the person with Sketch is slammed into Smough's armor face-first.[/b]
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"Huh, looks like he is giving her a hard time... Oh, never mind... I think she's got this... HEY! TRY TO MAKE THE BOTTOM OF ORN'S FOOT TOUCH THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!"
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[i]In steps two combatants to the Arena. [url=https://imgur.com/vFq5pD3]The first was a figure of death itself. The Damned General entered the arena, as his tiger-striped black and orange cloak wiped itself of all colour, and shifted to a plain and black outfit. Hunter pulled his Anti-Matter Assault Rifle from his back, and the sniper, before he opened a Voidic Rift to his left and tossed them in. Shortly after he closed the portal - He wasn't using the unfairness of Anti-Matter in this fight. [/url] [url=https://imgur.com/lGEXBKu]The second wasn't a heavily armoured being, but he still bore a suit of steel, with Kevlar beneath the plates on his chest, ribs and back. His duster overlapped the armour suit as the tattered and torn brown jacket flew in the winds behind him. Resting in a pair of holsters beneath the duster was two exquisitely crafted revolvers, each being completely blackened and fitted with literal holographic sights, Sixe and Grimace. A tri-barrelled shotgun without a stock lay menacingly across his back, as he prepares himself for a fight[/url]. [/i]
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[spoiler]Awww shit. Here we go![/spoiler] [b]Ornstein leaps down from above, landing with a thud on the ground. Smough lifts up his massive hammer, clearly prepared.[/b] [b]They appear to be letting you two attack first...[/b]
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[i]The Cowboy decided to engage Ornstien. His left hand snapped and folded back with most of his forearm, and six long, triangular strips took its place. They each took place primarily around his wrist, though the point of the newly formed industrial drill was menacing, especially as it revved up and started to spin. He walked towards Orn slowly. The Omega simply digistructed a blade for himself. It was a claymore sword that reached four feet in length, although the blade was razor sharp. He jumped through the air and soared through the skies as his Jump Jets activated, propelling him from his back and feet. And with that, he rained down on Smough, stabbing for his eyes when he came down. [/i]
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[b]Ornstein nods at you, and swings his spear out. He begins to circle you, looking for an opportunity to attack.[/b] [b]On the other hand, Smough raises his hammer, prepared to slam it into you as soon as you come in range.[/b]
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[i]The ace up Hunter's sleeves, or aces, wouldn't be revealed until he wanted them to. So he pretended as if he didn't see it coming, even though his Imperial WarMind allowed him to run a google amount of searches in three attoseconds, and even Hunter knew Smough was no dipshit. So when he came down, he tried to plunge the blade into his eye. JT was calm, so he pulled Sixe with his free hand, and fired a trio of bullets for Orn's right eye, and three for his left in rapid succession. [/i]
