private Multiverse Tournament

[Literally Snails 2,307]

"That looked pretty nasty." Yusuke commented, remembering the time he and Chu had head butted and both nearly became unconscious. "I'd say that's about it for this match. Not much stays with you after a hit like that." He leaned on his right leg and stretched it out. "Better be my turn soon. I'm getting impatient."

[The-Master 1,176]

The battle had now turned into a matter of brute strength, the two foes grappling each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Dovakin gave a shattering headbutt, Aragorn quickly recovering to continue forcing down his opponent. Aragorn raised his foot and kicked him in the gut, trying to throw him off balance while he gripped his dagger firmly, driving into him at full force.

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

*just a little longer!* he thought to himself *cmon strenght, dont fail me now!* Dovakin had pre-empted the attack. He grabbed the dagger, cutting his hand open. he beared the pain as he continued to fight. it was the he rememberd that he was on a staircase when his opponent had lunged at him. he rolled over to his right. hoping that he would land on top.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn let him have this victory, casting aside the dagger and running fro the open ground in the streets. He grabbed his fallen bow and prepared to load his arrow into position. He called to Dovakin, issuing a challenge in elvish tongue.

 

"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"

 

Aragorn raised his bow, his arrow pressed to his chin.

 

"Dago din!"

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Dovakhin  knew this was a trick. "who do you think i am? i have enough smarts to tell your tricking me" he returned to his sword. All he had to do now was get him to a high ledge. at least somwhere fatal. He noticed a large cliff drop with a river at the bottom. perfect. He ran over, and spoke in dragon tongue.

"come and get me, archer scum."

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

(OOC: I am helping to DM with Half Note. Please PM him and me with any complaints that you might have.)

(OOC 2: I am deciding where you fight now.)

 

A second, different hooded figure appeared on the hologram.

"META KNIGHT!"

"VS!"
"SORA!"

"IN!"

"OBLIVION ARENA!"

 

(OOC 3: A helllike area with lava oceans and demonic spirits. From: Elder Scrolls Series.)

[Descant 1,898]

(OOC: I am helping to DM with Half Note. Please PM him and me with any complaints that you might have.)

(OOC 2: I am deciding where you fight now.)

 

A second, different hooded figure appeared on the hologram.

"META KNIGHT!"

"VS!"

"SORA!"

"IN!"

"OBLIVION ARENA!"

 

(OOC 3: A helllike area with lava oceans and demonic spirits. From: Elder Scrolls Series.)

(OOC: Will Dagon's daedric servants try and interfere with the battle? I remember, at the very least, there being towers in Oblivion that would shoot fireballs at the Hero of Kvatch. Maybe at least those, if no dremora or atronachs interfere.)

 

Dumbledore looked at the new arena curiously. He wondered how the fight would go. After all, the masked round one called Meta Knight looked physically unable to lift that great golden sword. Dumbledore knew such appearances were decieving, but he was curious to see Meta Knight's fighting style. As he watched, he thought he saw a dark figure move in the background, and a black crystal on top of a small tower started to spin, almost with malevolent intent.

Edited December 6, 2012 by Descant

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn knew he wouldn't be able to take him down at range. Aragorn lowered his bow, drawing his sword once again. He eyed his opponent with a calm stare, waiting for the right moment. Then he charged. He clutched Andruil in both hands firmly, giving a loud cry as he charged in to face his foe. This would end it.

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

(OOC: Will Dagon's daedric servants try and interfere with the battle? I remember, at the very least, there being towers in Oblivion that would shoot fireballs at the Hero of Kvatch. Maybe at least those, if no dremora or atronachs interfere.)

 

Dumbledore looked at the new arena curiously. He wondered how the fight would go. After all, the masked round one called Meta Knight looked physically unable to lift that great golden sword. Dumbledore knew such appearances were decieving, but he was curious to see Meta Knight's fighting style. As he watched, he thought he saw a dark figure move in the background, and a crystal on top of a small tower spin most curiously. 

 

(OOC: To answer your question, yes, it is OBLIVION. It has nothing sentient, but other than that, it has the same hazards.)

 

"BATTLE FOUR!"

"MASTER CHIEF!"

"VS!"

"DANTE!"

"IN!"

"EVERFREE FOREST ARENA!"

 

(OOC 2:A heavily forested area with a ruined monastery. From: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.)

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Dovakin smirked as the man charged. just as he had planned. the moment before his foe reached the edge, he swurved around him. Now this aragorn fellow was at the peak. al he did now was simple.

"FUS RO DA!" his shout was undodgable, and it sent the man flying off the cliff.

[The-Master 1,176]

((OCC: Aragorn has survived an explosion, followed by being flung hundred of meters across a battle field. I think he may just survive,))

 

Aragorn suspected must trickery, though there was little he could do about it. He was tossed aside like a doll, falling down the cliff,smashing along the cliffside. He came to a painful halt, hearing the trickling of water beside him. His body was in one hell of a pain, aching across every inch. He was spayed with bruises and cuts, slowly regaining is footing. He looked up to see his opponent standing triumphantly, confident he would not survive.

 

"Is that all you've got?"

[Flying Ace 142]

(OOC: To answer your question, yes, it is OBLIVION. It has nothing sentient, but other than that, it has the same hazards.)

 

"BATTLE FOUR!"

"MASTER CHIEF!"

"VS!"

"DANTE!"

"IN!"

"EVERFREE FOREST ARENA!"

 

(OOC 2:A heavily forested area with a ruined monastery. From: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.)

Dante smiled as he heard his name being called, "heh, showtime." Once he appered, he looked around at his surrondings. "Really? This is going to be our arena? Everyone else got something interesting yet I get somethingthat came from a little girls dream? Im dissaportent in you Game Master, oh well." He drew his guns and pointed them at Master Chief. "So, lets get this show on the road."

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

The dragonborn looked down. "no, its not!" the fall had been long enough for another shout. which he used mid fall. this time, it made him immune to all falls, so he could simply land at the floor without a scratch. the moment he made impact, he pulled out his sword and slashed at his foe through the dust around him.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn picked up his sword, beginning to to parry and strike at Dovakin. He attempted to thrust at his chest but was met unsuccessfully. He recoiled back, taking his time to make another hard swing at his helm, giving a savage war cry spken in elvish tongue. He unleashed what little fury he had left in him.

 

"Gurth ani chyth vîn!"

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

The battle hat turned again. starting as a game of hide and seek, to an all out brawl. and now a sword fight Dovakins mind was wiped of thoughts. all but those that tole him to block and thrust. he still had his shield, which he then used to give a blow to the opponent in an attempt to daze him.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn sword fell from his grasp, his balance was lost. He fell to his knees, his legs giving way. He hung his lead low, his body struggling to regain its energy. Aragorn kept a grip on his dagger, but could do little else. He looked up to see Dovakin, confident in victory. Aragorn gave a stern look before swiping at his legs with his dagger, it;s blade passing through armour with ease.

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Dovakin felt the balde pierce his flesh, but he didnt jump back. instead, he drank his last healing potion. they didnt heal wounds, but they did kill all pain. he looked down at his opponent, and without reaction, brought the blade into his neck. directly between the shoulder blades.if it hit succesfully, it would be a killing blow.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn tried to avoid the blade but felt it sink deep into his shoulder.He had avoided the worst,but at this rate he would die in hours,maybe minutes from bleeding. He launched himself back to his feet, slashing at him with his dagger. Blood pulsed from his shoulder, he didn't have long. He quickly grasped his sword, bringing it down hard on shield, shattering his grip and sending it to the ground.The swords of Nuemenor were certainly known for their deadly efficiency. Aragorn staggered to a stance, prepared for one last battle.

 

"Let's do this like proper warriors; sword to sword."

Edited December 6, 2012 by The-Master

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

dovakin watched as a supposedly unbreakable sheild, which was handed to him by a deadric lord no less, had shattered infront of him. "I agree" he said. but instead of one sword, he used his  conguration spell to pull an exact duplicate of the origional in his right hand, made from magic.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn took his sword in one hand and his dagger in the other. He stood little chance of succeeding but hoped he could out weigh brute force. He swept in with Andruil, whistling as it pierced the wind. He stuck hard and fast, hoping to catch him off before he could strike, ready to counter with his dagger when the need called for it.

 

((I'll rewrite the part where he breaks the shield and merely say he applied enough force to break it out of your grip.))

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Yusuke hunched over and sighed. "Two new matches and I'm not in any of them. I'm all by my lonesome out here. If I have to go to this stupid tournament, at least give me a damn fight!"

 

(OOC: Dumbledore would be the best match out of the people left, but anyone would do.)

[The Weapon 168]

"Hm, it looks like things are picking up. Oblivion and Everfree. Both admittedly chaotic, but nothing new and the latter's actually normal barring any magical plants."

 

Pulling out her story canon notebook, the Doctress scribbled tons of information amongst the battle plans.

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Dovakin was waiting for a time to counter, which he never found. so instead, he tricked his opponent. He swung his congured blade at the foe, surley enough he would counter. he then dispersed the blade before it hit, allowing him to puch his opponent in the face and at the same time, take a stab at his chest.

[TheImaginaryAlicorn 147]

Yusuke hunched over and sighed. "Two new matches and I'm not in any of them. I'm all by my lonesome out here. If I have to go to this stupid tournament, at least give me a damn fight!"

 

(OOC: Dumbledore would be the best match out of the people left, but anyone would do.)

 

"Not entirely by yourself," River said. "After all, I'm here." Twirling her sonic screwdriver in the air, River hummed an odd tune. Stopping abruptly, she said, "It's too dark in here." She pressed the button on her screwdriver, pointing it at the lights, turning them on. I may have just made a fatal mistake for the sake of proper lighting, she thought to herself. Oh well. I'm hungry. "Is there any tea? Crumpets? I'm so hungry I could eat Gallifrey."

Edited December 6, 2012 by TheSonicAlicorn

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn felt as the blade pierced the chainmail and sunk deep into his chest. He fell to the ground for the last time, slumping to his knees as blood gushed from his many wounds. His breathes were heavy and his vision was blurred. He gave one last look to his foe, Dovakin. The King of Men held out to him his curved dagger, forged in Lothlorien by the elves.

 

"Take from me one last thing, for you are a worthy foe by any standards."

 

Aragorn handed him the blade before collapsing to the ground. He breathed his last breath before his heart began to slow down. He feel that day, but came out all the stronger.