Bloody Knuckles and Rusty Blades [Job/Solo]

Zachariah · 1 Bloody Knuckles and Rusty Blades [Job/Solo] 13/11/14, 05:09 pm

Zachariah

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(200/200)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The entrance to the fight club was dark, guarded by a pair of men, who simply asked for invitations when others tried to enter. It was a rather peaceful sight, definitely unbefitting of the hardcore combat going on a ways beyond the door they guarded. Nonetheless, Zachariah was invited. Or at least he was invited enough, an elderly man by the name of Obediah Shaw received the invitation, but decided against going on account of the lot of the people there being quote on quote, 'Chumps'. So instead Zachariah was being sent, and he wasn't entirely too sure how to deal with such.

Upon arrival he was asked to show his invitation, which he did. He was allowed entry, and once he was inside, he immediately ducked a punch from a random person. He was the judge of the matches, and simultaneously the referee, or at least the man with no memories got that out of him after some conversation. It turned out, that getting entry into the club wasn't enough. They needed good reflexes, and needed to be able to win fights reliably. Thusly they held a small tournament before allowing people to become members of the club. Zachariah was the last entry they could let into the circuit.

210/1000

Zachariah · 2 Re: Bloody Knuckles and Rusty Blades [Job/Solo] 13/11/14, 05:25 pm

Zachariah

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(200/200)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The tournament would start soon after Zachariah's arrival, though he was the last in the bracket. Many great fighters had shown up for the battles. But only the better would win, well, the better and the dirtier. Zachariah was up before he knew it. The rules were finally stated. "Alright you two, I want this to be a good fight. No holds barred and no killing allowed. Those're the only rules, may the best man win," the referee judge would list off as he did in previous fights and would continue to do for future fights. Zachariah was pitted against a man who looked to be pretty tough. His pose was very disconcerting for a cultured fighter like Zachariah didn't know that he was.

A primal fear overtook for a moment, but the man's first move was an incredibly fast jump kick. Zachariah sidestepped it, and whirled his sword gently out of the sheathe, before jumping up and falling from up high into the air stabbing into and falling upon the man. The man was pinned to the ground by the blade, and Zachariah stood back up. His foe was not moving. "He'll be alright, I avoided his vitals." "Orion is unable to battle; the winner is Zachariah!" the judge declared.

421/1000

Zachariah · 3 Re: Bloody Knuckles and Rusty Blades [Job/Solo] 13/11/14, 05:49 pm

Zachariah

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(200/200)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The next battle set was far more intense. Zachariah had to wait a solid two hours before it was his turn to battle again, which was impressive, because there was only one other fight. The judge was practically yawning, and not out of lack of action, but the two people fighting before Zachariah was fighting were just going at it. They were both pretty roughed up by the end, but one fell over and the other didn't. Soon it was time for the next fight. Zachariah vs Jazz.

They were standing off, facing one another with intense looks in their eyes. Blades drawn from the start. As the judge declared that the fight should begin, they immediately collided blades. Clashing steel against steel, he would quickly realize that he was being outpaced at the moment. He blocked slashes as they came in like a flurry, not all were aimed at him. Jazz's attacks were wild. He would suddenly duck a slash and then came in with a stab, stopping the flurry cold. Jazz stood silent for a moment, as he would blink, the damage he'd just received was shocking, but not large. Jazz grinned and swung once again, taking another graze as Zachariah weaved away. Jazz was skilled, and strong, but Zachariah used more skill than strength for now.

With a swooping of his arms, Zachariah would begin to spin, a stationary pirouette. His spinning picked up speed, and he would start inching towards Jazz, who was looking rather intimidated. "Swallowtail!" the whirling man would declare, before whipping his blade with immense force and slicing into the other swordsman, the resulting impact blasted blood in all direction and kicked up loose dirt. Jazz would fall over, unconscious. "The winner is Zachariah!" the judge would declare, as the final fight would soon begin, Zachariah not needing to leave the ring yet.

731/1000

Zachariah · 4 Re: Bloody Knuckles and Rusty Blades [Job/Solo] 13/11/14, 06:07 pm

Zachariah

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(200/200)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The final fight would begin, Zachariah vs Cain. Cain was the man who won the previous fight, and while it was clear that he was a superior combatant in almost every sense of the word, even having a set of magical brass knuckles that zapped his foe, Zachariah was less injured, and thusly the favored to win. As the match would begin, Cain suddenly moved with immense speed at the man with no memories. Zachariah found himself unable to counter attack, as he was slammed harshly with the lightning fist, stunning him brutally, before a second one collided with his face. Zachariah flung into the edge of the arena, and landed on his rear, unable to move. "How... is he so powerful?" he would ask, bleeding from the mouth already.

It would be a few moments before Zachariah could move once more, and he'd crawl to a stand. "I'll do it then, you're a worthy opponent for it," he would decree. Taking a fencing stance instead of a gladiatorial stance as he had before, he would reel his rear leg in and shoot himself forwards at breakneck speeds, "Fleche!" A stab later, he would note that he had managed to land it. Cain was fast, but not agile. This was advantageous. He would jut backwards just as fast, as the man would get a perturbed look in his eyes.

Zachariah would quickly reel his sword in and aim, he could see it, three red points on his foes body, they weren't actually there, but he could relate them from his training. "Hornetswarm," he would say, as he would take a lunge inwards striking what seemed like a single blow. The man would suddenly realize what had hit him, and he would cringe forcefully and collapse to the ground. Zachariah would pant as he did so, and wiped blood from under his lip away. "Good match, Cain. Your only downfall was your lack of defense," he would say. "The winner is Zachariah!" the judge would declare. Zachariah would obtain a small sack of currency as he would walk away from the ring, about as much as Obediah had given him previously, a large sum to a poor man. "Thanks for showing up, we look forward to your fights in the future," the judge would say. Zachariah would leave the area, with a glazed look in his eyes. "The kids are probably hungry. I'll finish shopping now..." he would mutter to himself, as he would walk off, sheathing his sword finally.

1150/1000
Complete

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