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Post by Lady Slaughter on Sept 28, 2015 22:00:57 GMT -5
"Well, this is interesting! Koi Koi's finally left the casino to try her luck at a REAL game! Well then, let's do a quick recap of the match and the ruleset here!" Lady Slaughter's standing at the front with what seems to be a newly purchased set of microphones. Eliza, making sure that the princess doesn't immediately break their new equipment, seems to have also arrived to give additional commentary. "Koi Koi is a close range brawler that takes and dodges hits strategically. With each blow landed on her, her own hits grow stronger. But leaving her alone will do little to assist either, as she'll just hit herself to force adrenaline through her body.
Amal Surt on the other hand, a curious apparition, though in all honestly remains to be only a little above par for the course. While the Tosatsu Manor has yet to see Surt's combat, his initial profile seems to suggest another sort of 'building momentum'. As he gathers more ash, he seems to progress through various stages. So- oh oka-"
Lady Slaughter impatiently yanks the mic out of Eliza's hands. "So it's an arms race! The rules here are tournament! There will only be 10 rounds of combat, after which it's up to me and the audience to decide on the victor! Both sides won't have much time to build up strength, so they'll have to make use of their time to the absolute maximum! But first, the arena!" HELL
*Ahem*
Okay fine, it's not ACTUAL Hell, but rather a simulated cavern that's slowly dissolving due to a miniature sun singing everything off. Don't worry though! YOU'LL be fine... as long as you don't get too close to the sun! Or the lava! Just don't touch anything that's hot! Naturally, the melting nature of the arena means that more and more of your fighting ground will crumble and dissolve as the fight continues, shrinking your save ground until it's more or less a cage match during the final turn. What? Did you think that we'd have a boring stage and an artificial timer? No way!
SURT GETS FIRST TURN, NOW GO FUCK EACH OTHER UP!
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Post by Kismet on Sept 28, 2015 23:12:27 GMT -5
“Hm.”
Amal Surt stood quietly under the miniature sun, staring up into the inferno. His arms were held neatly behind his back, his posture formal but relaxed, his face plaintive.
“I do not think,” he said aloud. “That this arena selection is entirely fair.”
And indeed, it probably was not. A normal human standing in Amal’s place would be roasting, but his ashen skin remained cool to the touch even while standing below an artificial sun. Still, there was nothing to do now but wait. He lowered his gaze towards the opposite end of the arena and waited for his opponent to arrive.
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Post by Still Better Than Angel on Sept 29, 2015 16:54:09 GMT -5
"Nah, this is fair enough. Ain't like there could be any other place that can handle my fightin' spirit."
A figure stepped out into the arena, stretching the leather of her gloves as she cracked each individual finger. Her hair, already a brightly dyed blonde-red, seemed to fit right in with the melting nature of their arena. She donned a fancy, expensive looking suit, paralleled in its silky quality by its popping color. All in all, Surt's opponent was quite the flashy individual. Koi Koi, a nickname from the hanafuda tables, a nickname that matched her playstyle to a tee.
"Double up!"
She raised a fist and socked herself in the face, eagerly allowing the first droplets of blood to hit her shirt sleeve. Despite her appearance, it seemed she was a true ruffian, to the point that she decided that only she deserved to draw first blood: Her own blood. And even so, her swagger failed to falter at all. With hand embedded in cheek, blood giving way to bruise, her stance only solidified, her body moving with a disciplined precision. That punch wasn't just to draw blood, but to draw her thoughts together. Now, as it turns out, she was ready to fight.
Koi dropped her fist, curling it outward into an outstretched hand towards Surt, beckoning him to approach her. If he dared play the table at all.
"Come on, now. You've already paid the ante, now come and 'deal' with Koi Koi."
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Post by Kismet on Sept 29, 2015 17:21:17 GMT -5
"Hm."
For someone with no vocal cords, Amal possessed a gift for fine tuning the inflections of his voice. In this case, it was to double the utility of a that single, monosyllabic utterance into both a chuckle and a confirmation. Amal stepped forward.
As he did, he slowly unclasped his hands from behind his back, raised a fist, and tapped the side of his cheek. "Go easy on me," he said, smiling a strange, twisted smile. From the point of impact, a fiery red glow began to spread. From head to chest to limbs and all, Amal's body began to radiate pale crimson light.
"I'm delicate."
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Post by Still Better Than Angel on Sept 29, 2015 18:20:18 GMT -5
A low whistle from Koi would be the only compliment Surt would get. The look was good, and the mock imitation of Fujiko's own punch to the face to show his own abilities? Very tasteful, very clever. Not even to mention how this guy was clearly not human. It might just be worth the trouble of dropping the casino in favor of the pit. Almost. She happened to like the pachinko games they had here.
"Delicate? 'fraid you're in the wrong place, pal..." she spoke slowly, stopping abruptly as she threw her fist into the other cheek, the hard thud of dying flesh audible. Even so, Koi only smiled as she spat blood on the floor. It evaporated instantly. Guess that's a good indicator of how bad it would be if she accidentally scraped her face against the ground. Note to self: don't eat dirt.
"As you can see, I don't pull punches."
Koi Koi: 2 stacks
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Post by Kismet on Sept 29, 2015 18:44:34 GMT -5
Amal laughed at the second punch. He knew what she was doing. He did not understand the mechanics or the cause or the specifics of her abilities, but he knew what she was doing. Her power was increasing with every blow.
It was in the gleam of her eye, the poise of her body. It was the abandon in her smile. Fire burned in Amal, but it burned brighter in this woman. Amal Surt was made of ash, and his soul would forever be dusty and dry.
"Then a word of warning," he said. Sparks shot from his mouth as his teeth clicked together, and flames slipped from his lips with every word. "Punch while you still can."
The light radiating from his body increased in splendor, and the air around him began to blur. Heat now radiated freely from his body, and bits of organic matter in the air burst to flames as they touched his skin.
They were running out of time in more ways than one.
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Post by Still Better Than Angel on Sept 30, 2015 0:48:38 GMT -5
Hehe, yeah. Fire boy was right. Already the first two round were already finished. The ground underneath them shuddered, and began to crumble as the solar entity in the arena began to pulsate out more. One fifth of the time was down and all they managed to do was stand there and talk while they powered up. Well, it was a loss to him. Leaving Koi to do whatever she wanted to do was always a terrible idea. She could already feel her blood pumping enough... all she needed to do was to wait for this Surt guy to make some sort of move. All he's been doing is charging up as- oooh that's fire!
That's all she needed. It was unwise for Koi to ever make the first move. If she could afford to empower herself a bit more without walking into the enemy's plans then she'll take it. It's like mahjong or poker, really. Why go on the offensive until you have a move to react against? Either to scout out the opponent's hand or to counter against their strategy, it was necessary to wait and plan accordingly. Though Koi was never good on the planning ahead beyond "punch them really really hard" step, she was exceptionally patient. Wait until the opponent messes up, and oh boy did Surt not realize what kind of person Koi was.
"Thanks for the warning..." she snickered, cracking her knuckles as she charged forward, "THEN I BETTER START PUNCHING!"
As soon as she began running, she could feel it. Heat, a heat intense like a 20 foot tall bonfire. Just approaching him caused every inch of her face to scream in agony, but that's exactly what she anticipated. That was what he meant by unfair, did he? They're in Hell, so if Koi was lit on fire, extinguishing the flames on the heated ground would only cause Koi even further burns. Was the house going against her, or was this a coincidence that Surt was cashing in on? Either way, he made a grave miscalculation.
Koi doesn't care if she'll die.
As soon as she got close enough, she aimed two left jabs at Surt's face, and then a flat right hook across the side of his head. She could feel everything around her starting to singe, smoke smothering her sight and breathing, but she still charged forward against Surt. If anything, the pain would only make her right hook hurt even more. If her fists melt she'll kick him down. If she lost a foot, she'll charge him into hell with her. Anything to win... anything... to win!
Stacks: 3
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Post by Kismet on Sept 30, 2015 3:49:54 GMT -5
There were those who said Mankind possessed a creator. That God had formed Adam from the dust of the Earth, and took from him a rib to form Eve. They said that these two creations performed a terrible crime, and for this crime they and their descendants were sentenced to die. They, the progenitors of their race, were doomed to return to the Earth from which they came. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes.
Amal thought about that story sometimes. Occasionally, as was the case now, it was because someone was slowly turning to ash with him.
"Faster. Hurry," Amal said, raising his hands as Koi barreled through the heat. Her clothes began smoldering almost immediately. The edges of her sleeves and collar turned black, twisting in on themselves as they began to burn. The silk would be alight in seconds, dissolving into powder. Her skin was beat red - burning, blackening - as tears streamed down her face. Not from pain, but from her soft, vulnerable eyes screaming in silent protest. But still she came, and still she struck.
Fast.
Strong.
His first block struck as intended - to almost no effect. The blow tore the ash from his wrist, exposing the Core and engulfing her arm in a fiery red hot cloud of decompressing ash. Koi's fist grazed his cheek, tearing the ash from his face in another superheated plume. Teeth shattered and chipped as her fist sliced past.
The second strike hit his still outstretched arm head on, pushing it straight back into his face. He could feel his wrist shatter under the sudden sharp shock of impact. More blazing hot ash filled the air, cascading down on Koi as Amal reeled backwards.
Too far, in fact, for Koi's third strike to connect at all. At full fuel capacity, Amal weighed a dainty 127 pounds. By the time Koi's blows reached him, he had expended roughly twenty-five of those as fuel. He did not rely on muscles or ligaments to move and possessed strength well beyond what his bulk would suggest, but Koi's superpowered blows nonetheless sent him flying. He allowed himself to fall, rolling lithely along the curve of his back and up onto one knee some ten feet from the edge of the now crumbling arena.
And finally, truly, Amal Surt began to burn. he said gratingly, teeth crumbling from his mouth. His bare skull was visible from his right ear to his nose, pitch black and gleaming beneath the flames.   He rose lightly to his feet, not feeling his wounds. Feeling neither pain nor fear nor heat in this scorching inferno.One way or another, the battle would be ending soon. Amal's wrist was shattered and his face laid bare. Another blow in just the right spot would certainly kill him. But Koi was in poor shape as well. Superheated ash from Amal's wounds should be eating into her now, and the ambient heat of his body cooking her to death. And worst of all, she should be nearly blind by now. They'd spent their sweet time building towards this exchange, but it would be over very, very quickly.
It was funny, really. One of them was born to punch, and the other designed to make it hurt. But in the end, no matter who won, there would only be ashes.
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Post by Still Better Than Angel on Dec 17, 2015 1:56:51 GMT -5
She could see for just long enough for the creature to reel back from her strikes, and the sharp pain on her knuckles were enough to confirm that she did indeed exchange blows. At least two, but Surt managed to avoid Koi's right hook. A real shame, had that blow connected she was almost certain that the match would be over. As it turned out, this guy was a lot more fragile than he seemed to be, being made of fire and all. Well, he did say that he was delicate but... not literal dust delicate! It didn't matter, she had failed to land a decisive blow, which meant that the pain from building up stacks would start to hit her back.
And the moment she stopped attacking, her body would collapse in on itself out of exhaustion. Her legs buckled and knees hit the ground. She removed her gloves and flung off what remained of her jacket, choking out whatever flames remained on her body. But by now it was all smoke and ash, and her actual flesh was only a few minutes away from joining. Her left hand reached out to cover her eyes, unsure if the liquid draining out from the sockets was tears or the literal jelly of the eye boiling away.
It didn't matter, really. The amount of ash that was released from the exchange alone was enough to blind her for the rest of the fight.
"Too... late? Can't call a hand as over this early... You'll be surprised to know what a gambler can do... to make a reversal," she retorted, laughing lightly as she found a newfound resolve to make this smug asshole eat his words. Had her right hook hit, this fucker would be dead. Well, that was her mistake. She wouldn't be making it again, else she would be the one to die.
She stood back up without as much as a slight change in breathing to indicate that she felt pain. It was odd, despite the fact that she was literally boiling up from the inside out, Koi-Koi barely felt any of it herself. But that was a problem in of itself: If she wasn't feeling pain, she wouldn't be able to keep up with Surt's own building power. It was very possible that their next exchange would also be their very last if she could make a hit for his head again. Or... maybe it wouldn't have to be his head... If she was fast and tough enough, maybe a different section of his body would work.
As the bouncer made her final decisions, she clenched her fist and took a step forward. Rather than rush towards him to attack again, however, she deliberately punched herself in the left shoulder. Teeth remained clenched in a madman's grimace for a moment before screams unfolded. The hand that had been diligently protecting the eye sockets from melting out completely fell completely limp, flapping and swaying unnaturally with Koi's body. The arm had been dislocated from its comfortable and now crushed socket.
"I could feel it, the way your body shriveled the moment I made contact. I only need one more blow; having two arms is pointless by now. You can feel it too, can't you? The next time we get close, one of us dies. Let's make it worth our time."
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