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1 Empty Pockets[Job] on 22/03/18, 01:55 pm

Zafar

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Job Name: The Duel Ring
Job Rank: C
Job Location: Reim
Job Rewards: 100 XP, 7,000 Huang
Job Prerequisites: N/A
Job Overview: The Duel Ring, a bustling center for sparring and fighting in Reim, has put up an invitation for local fighters. They offer a fair reward for anyone that is able to defeat one of their duelers in a fair match within the allotted time given. Accept and clear this challenge to obtain your reward.

Enemy Name: Dueler
Rank: C
Needed damage to take down: B
Description:
The dueler's sword deals C-Tier damage
Abilities:

Quick Jab: The dueler jabs their front fist forward dealing D-Tier damage.

Splitter: The dueler slices down vertically to deal C-Tier damage.

Sat atop a fine mare, the crimson haired assassin trotted into the capital city of Reim. Remano's size was without match even compared to Kou's royal capital. It was a magnificent sight, but to Zafar it was of no significance. His purpose in coming here was not to sight see, but to find opponents worth fighting. The serial killer had little funds left after all the traveling to get here though. His objective was to fight in the coliseum however he now lacked the minimum required betting limit. This simply wouldn't do. If Zafar wound up facing an opponent that bored him, then he needed to gain something in consolation. Betting on himself was one way to ensure this as the thought of defeat never once crossed the clownish killer's mind.

A playful smirk danced across Zafar's thin lips as he walked down the street with a bag of coin in hand. Zafar had dismounted from the horse and turned it over to a stable in exchange for enough money to meet the coliseum's requirements. ”It’s not as much as I’d like, but this will be enough to get me started~” The sadistic clown mused to himself as he strolled along until a poster plastered up on a nearby wall caught his perceptive eye. An establishment calling itself the Duel Ring was inviting challengers to come and test their might with promise of a prize to anyone that can defeat their man. Hubris swelled up in Zafar as he himself silently mocked the hubris of the poster. There was a chance this could lead to an encounter with a strong foe, but more likely than not it was just some cocky start up who didn’t know how vast the world is.

Zafar arrived at the Duel Ring shortly after noon and found himself mildly disappointed even though his hopes hadn’t gotten very high in the first place. The duelist standing at the center of attention as he gave out a victory cry left much to be desired as far as Zafar’s keen eye could tell. He drew a card from his deck and looked at the face to see a three of diamonds and grinned a sadistic smile in response. The duelist in the ring looked ready and rearing for another fight, pumped up on the adrenaline of having just won three consecutive matches without expending too much effort. Zafar silently stepped forward from among the cheering crowd of spectators. The red haired human casually came to a stop standing across the ring from the duelist giving him a piercing gaze.

”Ladies and gentlemen! I looks like we have yet another challenger!”

The organizer barely noticed Zafar walking onto the stage and instantly began to prod the crowd for more excitement. He surely had dreams that his duelists would some day grow in popularity that rivaled the coliseum. It was too bad that his ambitions were about to be torn down as one of his best fighters was about to be used and broken like a cheap toy by Zafar.  Those were the sufferings of people who weren’t even as valuable to the world as insects to Zafar. His ideological self indulgence was all that mattered as the killer clown planned out exactly how he would show this worthless swordsman just how weak he was.

In the ring Zafar and the Duelist were squared off facing each other with wildly different expresssions on their faces. The Duelist initially seemed a bit put off by the strange attire his opponent wore and an odd feeling he just couldn’t shake, but it was quickly replaced with a confident smirk. The Assassin maintained a soft smile but his eyes were cold and grave the impression he was looking down on the fighter in front of him. The crowd wasn’t that large initially but their excitement managed to draw in a couple more onlookers which made the organizer satisfied enough to start the fight. With a showman’s flair he shouted, ”Begin!” Thus setting into motion a traumatic scene that would turn his confident duelist into a broken coward.

Kicking off the ground vigorously the sword wielding duelist closed the distance between himself and Zafar opening up with a strong swift over head slash followed up by a fluid pair of strikes from the left and right respectively. Having seen the metal rings around Zafar’s arms the man assumed he was a martial artist that used them to deflect weapons. It was an accurate deduction but to assume that is what Zafar would do in response was the Duelist’s first mistake. When the Duelist charged in Zafar simply stepped to the side avoiding the first attack before leaping up into the air and flipping over the Duelist to wind up behind him. The horizontal set of slashes was rendered pointless forcing the Duelist to stop himself midway in the attack and use the momentum it generated to help him turn around faster. It was an embarrassing opening on his part and knowing Zafar wasn’t taking this seriously frustrated the man. The Duelists pride had been slighted.

Having landed from his flip Zafar stood and looked over his shoulder with a taunting smirk as he placed one hand on his head deliberately, an act meant only to hide the way he swiftly drew his [blBloody Branch[/b] using the Nimble Fingers of his other hand. By the time the duelist turned around the blood red dagger was already hidden in front of Zafar’s eccentric pose. He could only see Zafar’s mocking stance and became enraged charging in once again with an overhead slash. But this time it was not his standard attack but one he had trained time and time again! The Duelist’s Splitter carved an arc through the air aimed for Zafar’s back. But assassin was watching his prey’s movements closely so he could perceive the trajectory of the next attack. The killer’s body twisted and his feet shifted as the dagger suddenly snapped out in a fluid snake-like movement before the muscles on Zafar’s arms buldged to brace for impact.

The Branched Block stopped the sword slash in its tracks but a fist flew through the air delivering a Quick Jab to Zafar’s face. The smile never left Zafar’s face as he watched the Duelist’s punch approach and peck at his face with negligible force. The surge of light dull pain made the masochistic Zafar feel a slight arousal but the blow was simply too light. It wouldn’t change how Zafar saw him as little more than trash, nor would it alter the fated scene Zafar’s deck of cards had chosen for the duelist. While the swordsman was looking at the crimson dagger blocking his own blade he failed to realize Zafar had produced a pair of metal playing cards in his other hand which had been placed on his head.  It was now raised high which finally drew the Duelist’s attention but it was far too late for that. The Duelist took a large step backwards out of caution but just before he came to a halt Zafar’s raised arm fell down like lightning.

Strained but steady the Duelist held his ground and leveled a grim stare in Zafar’s direction. He couldn’t tell where the red haired man’s cards had been thrown but he needed to do something to turn the tide or else this match was as good as lost. He didn’t notice that the crowd had given out a sound of horror before going silent. He watched dumbfounded as Zafar turned away from him and held out an expectant hand towards the organizer. ”I’ll be taking the reward now.” The clownish mans voice was apathetic and sounded as though it were almost a nuisance for him to have come here. This sent the Duelist into a fury and he tried to step forward but a sudden intense pain jolted through his body. Two steel cards were embedded into the stone floor of the ring, his feet pinned down by a single card each. The thin blades were buried deep in the center of the Duelist’s feet barely missing bone but completely destroying the muscles within.

Zafar left the Duel Ring with even more coin in hand to the sound of a broken warrior screaming in agony as the shock of his injury wore off. His destination was the Coliseum where he would observe for a few days before deciding on his next target.




Job WC: 1411/1000
Stamina: 190/210
Traits/Items/Abilities Used:

Trait Name: Nimble Fingers
Trait Tier: D
Trait Requirement: -  
Trait Description: Through years of training, the character has obtained deft hand and finger work allowing them a speed and accuracy with fine motor skills a cut above the average person.
Trait Effect: Can swiftly tie knots or retrieve items on your person in an instant.




Name: Bloody Branch
Tier: A
Type: Sword Breaker
Appearance: The Bloody Branch is crafted from a rare crimson wood found deep within the Jade Dragon Mountains. It is durable enough to clash with common steels and ores and can be strengthened further through metallurgy thanks to its ridiculously high ignition point which allows molten metal to be forged over it. This process has been performed creating a unique alloy that is very hard and durable as the sharp edges to the blade. The weapon is only 12in(0.3m) but it possesses two branching "blades" that are jagged in shape. The grip is made from wrapped leather and designed to be held in only one hand. It's unique design and shape makes it excellent for catching and disarming enemy weapons.




Branched Block
Tier: D
Class: Assassin
Type: Defensive
Range: Close
Requirements/Drawbacks: User must be able to perceive the incoming attack. The attack must be physical and small enough to fit within the branches of the swordbreaker being used.
Scaling: Damage
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 1 posts
Cost: 10
Description:

    The user reaches snaps their arm out to intercept an incoming attack blocking it between the branches of their sword breaker.


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