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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 7:47:48 PM
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[b][u]ATOM VS CTHULU[/u][/b]
Dale was constructed into the white canvas of an arena. As he looked around he spotted Bedlam, who had just been constructed as well. Then, a holographic slot machine projected itself in the sky, and began to roll. It rolled images of the dunes of a desert, and as the two foes stood where they were, the entire arena transformed into sand beneath their feet and massive sand dunes rose up around them, stretching as far as they could see. The beating heat was terrible and both combatants already began to sweat.
Then, Haakon spoke.
“THREE! TWO! ONE! FIGHT!”
[spoiler] -Follow ALL official dojo guidelines
-Keep the beef you may develop with your foe to PM’s or contact one of the referees.
-What a ref say’s goes. We aren’t participating in the tourney so you guys can have fun. Please respect that.
-You are allowed 5 weapons in a fight which includes offensive weapons(EG:Grenades, mines etc). You can switch your load out between fights but not during.
-The max caliber of bullet permitted is the .50cal BMG.
-Be courteous and respect your foe. They are skilled fighters just like you. Never assume your attack lands unless it would hit no matter what, and take damage reasonably. Good fights are rewarded at the end of the tourney.
-Death to your foe is decided by your foe. When your opponent has submitted, CLEARLY SUBMITTED(they will make a spoiler stating their submission or have dialogue stating it), you may perform a fantastical fatality.
-Reply maximum is 60. In order to get things going the odd man out fights(the ones that hold the schedule back) will be shortened to 50.
-Have fun![/spoiler]
English
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"Bad day to wear black, huh? F*cking sand is already getting in my shoes.... I hate sand, it's course, rough, and gets everywhere." Bedlam chuckled at his own joke, baking in the heat. He was a simple 5'10", slim, and young looking guy. He had neatly styled and combed dark brown hair covering his head, edgy red eyes, and handsome features. His clothes were all fancy; black dress pants, shoes, and a vest over a red button up shirt that was neatly tucked into his pants. He adjusted his black tie, gazing over his opponent and looking him up and down. Despite his dark and usually considered edgy appearance, he smiled and looked rather happy.
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"Your tellin' me! Shoulda listened to the wife and brought some water. I'm Dale, by the way. No hard feelings no matter what happens, yeah?" The man was in a suit of why looked like steel armor, with a rather large mechanical box on the back. Over the top of the armor on his forearms were ornate silver guards, which glowed with a bright power. A sub machine gun lay at his hip, and he held an axe in his right hand. It was thick, sharp and double bladed, and seemed to have a handle too short for reliably two handing it. His eyes swerved to his opponent, and he lifted his arms, making his already large 6'3" frame look larger. "Are you ready? I'll give you some time if you need it."
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Beside Bedlam a speaker appeared, blasting Queen music as he shrugged and stretched a little, singing along to the music. "Bedlam. No hard feelings. Also nah, I don't need time. Cool axe by the way, your wife give it to you?"
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"Nah- an old friend. Well at least we'll have some music to go with. Can you make water appear? Oh well, I guess it won't matter. Well if you're ready, I'll make th-" Instead of fi signing his sentence, he threw his axe directly at his opponent. By his calculations, even if Bedlam dodged it would lodge itself within the large dune behind him. When he threw it, the air parted away from the speed and power, causing a smokescreen of sand. Taking advantage of this, he used the scarf under his armor that he received from the octopus fellow to locate Bedlam's scent and hunch over, forearms guarding his waist as he used his strength to push himself towards his direction. [spoiler]Basically he threw an axe (at Bedlam) which caused the sand to go everywhere, then found Bedlam's scent and went to his position. [/spoiler]
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Considering their distance, Bedlam barely had time to move his body out of the way, the axe flying past him. When the sand screen went up, Bedlam could be heard laughing. "I like you already! Not doing some stupid shooting and dodging immediately." He wasn't too hard to locate, seeming to be standing in place, hands in his pockets.
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Deciding to save his breath, Dale hunched further as he charged, popping out of the smokescreen just a few feet from his opponent. His face was pretexts by his arms, and his hunched body would provide little openings in close range. He quickly pushed off the sand and jabbed at Bedlam's stomach.
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Seeing as his opponent had come out of the screen while still a few feet away, he smiled as the sand kicked up even more. The sand that was once just a screen now turning into a small sand storm. The axe man would feel his fist make contact with the smaller man and hear a grunt before seeing him stagger back and vanish into the blinding sand.
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Sniff... It wouldn't be hard to find him again within the screen of sand, though by now it was beginning to fall down behind him. He quickly located his opponent once more and blasted forward, keeping his stance as he jabbed at the throat this time.
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Upon stepping toward where his opponent had vanished, Dale would step over an extremely steep decline. With his foot already going downward it would be very difficult not to fall down the steep fall of 20 ft. The small sand storm seemed to only gradually get worse, not showing any signs of lightening up.
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His one foot went over, and he was caught by surprise. Lucky for him, it was only one foot. He uses the one remaining not over the edge to push and blast himself forward into the side of the decline, reducing the fall by about ten feet. Tumbling down, he jumped up, using his strength to pull himself out of the pit. He'd half to be careful. Rubbing his shoulder, he sniffed once more, and began to walk, carefully, confident in his defenses. By now he had caught the scent again, and began maneuvering his way through the storm.
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Somehow the music wasn't interrupted by all the noise the storm was making, still loud and clear. "So is this thermal you're using to find me...? No. Hmm....What is it?" Bedlam's voice could be heard loud and clear as well for some reason, but it didn't come from any specific direction. Meanwhile, the storm kept getting worse and worse. Any normal person would begin to feel pain on any exposed flesh from the harsh wind blowing the sand around.
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2017 8:43:33 PMSpotted. He quickly walked towards the man, getting in his position once more, and putting one foot forward attacked the throat once more. Luckily for Dale- his armor protected him from the onslaught of pebbles.
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Though, Bedlam was facing his opponent, knowing exactly where Dale was somehow. Even though the sand was thick and near impossible to see further than a foot in any direction, Dale would see a shield made of red light illuminate a little bit of the surrounding area as his fist rammed into it. The hard light cracked from the punch, but remained unbroken. "The hell? You don't feel the movemnts of air, do you? Ugh! Your uniqueness is killing me."
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Deciding to not answer once more, he let out a flurry of fist based attacks, knowing he could break it from the crack in the shield. (I'm assuming that I can do damage to it, yes, because it was cracked by a jab.) He reared back and gave it a good punch, shattering it before and ancient quickly on his opponent and attempting to hit the throat once more.
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After the shield shattered Bedlam ducked, swiping at Dale's feet with his legs. He missed by a few inches short, but the sand beneath Dale's feet shifted rapidly out from under him.
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As a result, he sank into the sand a few inches, making him only about two above Bedlam. Keeping his form, he didn't let up in his light attacks, using his left arm to jab at Bedlam's left side of his stomach. It seemed there would no wind ups for attacks for the moment.
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With the visibility at zero from the storm only getting stronger over time and the light shield being destroyed, it was hard to accurately land shots on the kid as he was [u]already low to the ground from swiping at his opponent's feet.[/u] With Dale trying to throw punches, he simply rolled back into the storm, hidden by dense sand so he could stand up a few feet away without being in the way of harm.
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[spoiler]mfw I realize that. For some reason I thought he was doing like- when you draw a line with your foot- but really fas- you know what nvm it worked out anyway ffs my b[/spoiler] He wouldn't let that distance be created, sniffing the air to follow within a foot of his opponent, smelling where the sweat on his body was to see where he was on a 3-D like plain, low down or standing up. He quickly threw out a right hook in Bedlam's direction as he lunged forward. It would close the distance but at the cost of Dale's right side being exposed.
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Bedlam took the hit to his side and let out another grunt in pain with a wince, but not without forming a dagger of red light in his left hand and shoving it up at Dale's exposed armpit at the same time...where I'd assume little armour would be.
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2017 9:23:16 PMThere was little armor as Bedlam predicted, and the knife made it's way into Dale's arm with some effort- it seemed that sharp objects had more effect than the sand. However, as the knife touched, waves of electricity arced out of the armor and into Bedlam's arm. Dale let out a pained grunt, but took advantage of Bedlam's closeness and of the shock to use his other arm to grab his opponent's collar bone. Using the tank crushing strength, he squeezed hard, Pressing his thumb into Bedlam's neck. [spoiler]So, recap! Dale got shanked in the right arm- which caused a shock. Using both the closeness, speed of the action and shock, Dale placed his hand on Bedlam's collar bone with his thumb upon the base of the neck and squeezed as hard as he could. Just shoot me a pm for anything wrong. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/26/2017 9:49:45 PMBedlam smiled from the shock, seeming unfazed. In an instant all that energy went back through the dagger and exploded at the tip while the dagger was twisted in deeper. Dale's hand made an audible cracking noise as it crushed some of Bedlam's bone, but his right hand shot up to grab Dale's wrist and press down with just as much pressure as Dale's hand. The thumb on Bedlam's neck tore through the side of his neck. He tried to move away, but only barely managed to stop it from digging in enough to be a killing blow. His bottom right side of his neck now bled as a large chuck had been torn off. The storm began to form thin, sharp needles of compact sand that would stab into exposed skin or thin cloth. For some reason Bedlam remained unaffected by it.
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2017 10:10:23 PMWith Bedlam's neck torn open it wouldn't be long before the fight ended. However- Dale's right arm had exploded off along with his collar bone, so he'd have to end it fast. Quickly, he wrapped his right leg around Bedlam and went on one knee, squeezing hard enough to break his legs. However this was not the purpose. With his palm only a few inches from Bedlam's already injured neck... His hand twitched and suddenly there was a horrible screaming as air was torn apart by an incredibly fast axe. It swung through the sand with ease, heading directly for Dale's palm. With only Bedlam's body in the way, it crashed into the back of Dale's opponent's lower neck at the weight of two tons. [spoiler]So Dale wrapped his right leg around Bedlam, and took a kneel to keep him still, as well as using his injured arm to hold him down in the sand. Then, he called his axe back, its weight changing to that of two tons before hitting Bedlam's lower neck (Ex. Where the neck meets the back.) [/spoiler]
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"Sitting....still?" Bedlam was barely able to speak and not much louder than a whisper. The young man vanished into a red mist, reappearing a little over a dozen feet behind Dale. He fell to his hands and knees, the blood stopped flowing out of his neck, but he shook and looked as if he may pass out. The sandstorm made it completely impossible to see anything clearly at this point, the wind strong enough to lift a normal human being off the ground.
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The sound of the axe hitting Dale's palm, and being thrown again at twice the weight directly at Bedlam was muffled by the sandstorm- and proceeded directly into Bedlam's position, knowing he couldn't move (due to his broken legs? idk if it happened, I just know you disappeared. I guess it wouldn't matter.) due to his injuries. The axe flew through the air, aimed directly at Dale's opponent, found by the scent of his blood, sweat and overall smelliness. It was completely hidden by the sand in both sound and sight until it burst out going at insane speeds.
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The thing is, an exact replica of Dale's axe came back at the same time as Dale's. It was aimed straight at his chest weighing in at 2 tons as well, it was impossible to see in the storm and the axe had no scent to it. "Copying is fun..." Bedlam said, with a stretched out hand for the axe replica to land in.
