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Post by Retasu on May 9, 2018 21:26:05 GMT -5
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE THE FIGHTERS COMPETING IN OUR FIRST ROUND OF BRACKET A! Tundra VS Dian Xin !"
Dian init first, then Tundra.
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Post by Retasu on May 11, 2018 16:56:10 GMT -5
24 Hours Expired.Dian Xin , you have until tomorrow 6pm EST to post your init or you will be skipped. Tundra , if Dian does not roll his init you get first attack as he has forfeit his right to do so.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on May 12, 2018 19:50:11 GMT -5
When I began this post, it is 8:33pm EST, past the 6pm EST deadline for Dian Xin's initial roll. Therefore, I am going to post. From within the area where the other finalists have gathered, Tundra hears his name called - along with that of his opponent. The Arcosian soldier makes his way confidently toward the giant square arena outside the small building. The sunlight glistens off his biogems, and the cheers and excitement of the surrounding crowd booms through the air.
Tundra glances at his opponent as they walk - the being has a relatively unassuming appearance; or at least such is how Tundra views them. Given the many different sentient civilizations he's witnessed, this being didn't really stick out too much. When he reaches the center of the arena, Tundra waits patiently for his opponent to ready itself. The arcosian soldier spreads his arms, raising his hands to waist height, and places his left foot in front of the right, causing Tundra to hunch slightly over.
Did his opponent seem... distracted? Taking immediate advantage of this, Tundra's tail slaps against the arena with a loud CRACK as the arcosian launches forth at his opponent. He swings his right elbow up, aiming to ram it into Dian Xin's collar bone, immediately following through with a vicious flurry, intending to throw his opponent off balance right from the start.
Tundra HP: 645/645 Dice: 3d43
Tundra attacks!
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Post by Retasu on May 13, 2018 8:19:47 GMT -5
Dian Xin , you have until 9:00pm EST 05/14 to post or you will be skipped. Current Skips: 1/3
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Post by Retasu on May 14, 2018 20:10:25 GMT -5
Dian Xin , you have until 9:00pm EST 05/14 to post or you will be skipped. Current Skips: 1/3 48 Hours have passed. Dian Xin can now be skipped. Tundra, you can post at any time. If Dian does not post before Tundra it will count as 2/3 Skips.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on May 14, 2018 21:48:42 GMT -5
It would seem that his opponent was indeed distracted - his blows land viciously, but Tundra does not relent. Tundra wonders if the warrior is intentionally allowing himself to be struck; perhaps this was one of those types that like the dramatic flair of seeming weaker only to make a sudden comeback.
Or, worse, perhaps this warrior simply thought very little of Tundra as a fellow warrior - an insult that would not go unpunished if it is indeed the case! The crowd, it seemed, is eating up the action; their thunderous cheers and excited clapping. Tundra lays off the the attack after his flurry connects, watching his opponent fall back. He tilts his horned head left to right, audibly emitting multiple cracking sounds. He releases a low breath.
"Come now, these people came for a battle - surely you did as well." Tundra calls over to his opponent. "If you came here to represent something, you are already failing. Or did you come here just hoping to be seen?"
Tundra again leans into his fighting pose, leering irritably at his opponent.
"Maybe you don't consider me a real opponent - if you are underestimating me, I'll ensure that you fully regret it." he threatens. A swirl of black and crimson Ki envelopes Tundra, creating a sudden air pressure reaching to and beyond the spectator stands. "Never take an Arcosian for a fool - and certainly never look down your nose at me!"
Tundra's cruel-looking aura flares, and the Arcosian soldier launches once more at Dian Xin. His body twists through the air, bringing his right leg barreling down at Dian's left shoulder. Following through the momentum, Tundra thrusts his hands, cupped at the wrists, at Dian Xin. Ki erupts from his palms, threatening to swallow Dian Xin in a bright, but constrained explosion.
Tundra 3d43 | 645/645 HP 3d43
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Post by Retasu on May 17, 2018 17:30:13 GMT -5
We are passed the 48 hour mark. Tundra , you can skip Dian Xin . Dian, with this skip you will be eliminated from the tournament.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on May 17, 2018 23:44:20 GMT -5
Tundra's opponent had been enveloped in the focused blast, and the Arcosian soldier hastily retreated to avoid harming himself. His eyes narrow, and Tundra throws an irritated leer at the announcer after taking a glance at Dian Xin.
"This is ridiculous." Tundra growls, folding his arms over his chest. His long tail slaps against the arena, sending a loud SNAP through the air like a whipcrack. "If my opponent isn't going to fight back, there's no need to go on any further."
Tundra turns his back on Dian Xin and walks towards the steps, stopping short of them to look directly at the announcer.
"If this continues the way it is, I'm going to kill this fighter." Tundra warns the human. "Either disqualify this wretch or I'm going to snap their arms."
Dunno what else to write, without it being a GM. So Retasu, your call man. I'd like to end this thread and continue on to Round 2 when it begins.
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Post by Retasu on May 18, 2018 20:42:55 GMT -5
Tundra's assault on Dian Xin was unrelenting, to the point where the half-breed Earth-2 native could seemingly not defend himself. It appeared that at some point after Tundra's threat to kill the boy, Dian's body had ended up out of bounds which prompted Mr. Announcer to get back on the microphone to declare the outcome of the match. "It seems as if Tundra's assault was just too much for Dian Xin! The result of this match is a RING OUT! Advancing to the semi-finals.... TUNDRA!"
Tundra +1,075 EXP ... +30% 1st Form Bonus = +1,398 EXP +538 Zeni
Dian Xin +645 EXP ... +20% Hybrid Bonus = +774 EXP +323 Zeni ... +5% Hybrid Human Bonus = +339 Zeni
All gains will be added post tournament.
Check the WMAT T2G thread to see total gains overall so far.
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