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[Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Karl Jak - 06-10-2018
In the blink of an eye, the small elevated platform was presented with two sets of primes.
On one end, the Queen of Blades and the Ass Kicker exchanged nods before shifting their focus toward the pair who stood directly opposed to them.
“Good day, sorta-Ladies and Gentleprimes!” Karl Jak’s voice rang out from all around them. “Welcome to the first round of Dante’s Abyss 9. Sorry, Bandit, sometimes I forget myself. I forget a lot of things, and I’ll be damned if sometimes that doesn’t lead to some awkward run ins at the cabana. Prime life ain’t always the best life, immortality and reality-manipulation aside. Right, girl?”
There was a pause.
After clearing his throat without turning off the PA system, Karl pressed a switch at caused the nearby gong to resonate. “Best of luck and may the best pair win. Smooches!”
Quote:Word Limit: 850
Posts: 2
Time Limit: 48 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: Off
Time limit starts at 8 am CDT
Fight Area description is available in the Fight Area Reveals thread and the Round 1 Discussion thread
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Taloc - 06-10-2018
The gong sounds and Taloc dashes forward, using every bit of speed available to him. No clue what sort of creature Sarah is, but this Bandit was clearly human, armor or no, and that’s something he knew how to fight against. A gut instinct… Taloc dives forward just as a decent sized yellow sphere of energy shoots by beneath him, Kerrigan trying to intercept him at range no doubt. Reaching behind his back mid-dive, his blades come free and Woe gleams happily. A quick flick of the thumb and a dart flings from the dagger’s hilt towards his attacker, striking her solidly in the gut.
“Five seconds till reuse,” Taloc mutters softly, beginning the countdown as adrenalin begins pumping through his veins.
5…
Already, Taloc can see his partner moving forward, claymore materializing out of nowhere as he moves to engage Sarah. Trusting Makoto to deal with her alone for now, Taloc lands with a roll and continues closing in on the armored woman in front of him. A slight grin crosses her face as she readies her hammer, clearly eager to see his head beneath it… With any luck, she won't get the chance.
4…
The air practically vibrates as the hammer tears forward in a mighty horizontal swing, heading straight towards Taloc’s midsection. Bending backward, he slides forward on his knees, watching in slow motion as the massive weapon passes inches from his mask.
3…
Still mid-slide, Taloc slashes up with Woe, digging into the exposed right arm of the Bandit as she overextends. While certainly not the deepest of cuts, the line of red already beginning to bleed was encouraging.
2…
Using his remaining momentum, Taloc throws himself forward, pushing with all of his might up and into Bandit’s chest. As she staggered back, growing closer to the edge of the ring, Taloc can’t help but grin. With any luck, Makoto will be able to follow through and hold off Kerrigan… Just a few more seconds…
1…
Taking advantage of the opening he made, Taloc quickly reverses his grip on Woe and stabs down, cutting into the cargo pants and meeting the familiar resistance of flesh. Right on time too… Triggering the paralysis charge in Woe is second nature at this point. As the poison takes hold, muscle spasms rocket through Bandit’s body.
5…
With Bandit effectively helpless, Taloc twists Woe and pulls her free while bringing Ire to bear. His sword slashes across her abdomen, just beneath the armor line, cutting deep and cleanly. Except… The blood leaking forward was a dark and sickening black… His instincts warned him against that strange liquid, forcing him backward, careful not to get any on himself.
4…
A loud roar comes from her hammer as the paralysis wears off. Definitely faster than Taloc was expecting, but nothing he can do but react. He looks up and away from her waist and risks a quick glance behind her. The edge isn’t far away... So close… Maybe I can...
3…
The hulking mass of the hammer swings down towards Taloc, its roaring continuing to grow louder. His instincts scream danger at him, but he has to act now… Taloc dodges forward, under the hammer swing and directly in front of Bandit, his black mask reflects her own face back at her, shrouded by darkness if only for the briefest of moments before the hammer hits the ground. The shockwave of it crashing down into the ground cracks the floor tiles beneath them, sending shards of rock and tile out across the stage as well as into Taloc’s back.
2…
Taloc jumps, pushing off as hard as he can and riding the shockwave as he loops his arms up and under Bandit’s armpits. He flips over her head hard and fast as his back slams into the ground, careful to keep his legs up despite the pain… Sure enough, Bandit comes down on top of him, her back squarely on his feet…
1…
Putting everything he has into his legs, he kicks off. Hurling Bandit up and into the air, sailing dangerously towards the edge of the ring. Realizing the danger she’s in, Bandit flicks her arm, causing a strange yellow ribbon to begin moving, but it's too late…
“Zero,” Taloc says confidently, pointing Woe squarely at Bandit and rubs his thumb over the release. A dart flies forward and buries itself into the flesh of her right arm. The spasms rocket through her body once more just as a powerful gust of wind rockets through the area, giving her additional momentum in the air. Taloc braces himself as best he can while flat on his back, managing to stop himself without skidding far at all. Looking back, he notices Makoto smiling towards him, apparently being the one who caused the gust on a backswing…
Taloc faces Bandit once more, after all, this is supposed to be a tournament of the best fighters. No way things would go down that easily… Retaking his feet, Taloc prepares for the retaliation...
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18/20 darts remaining
No sp used.
Quick summary: Taloc made a bold move and attempted to eliminate The Bandit With No Name via ring out in the first ten seconds.
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Sarah Kerrigan - 06-11-2018
The Bandit’s impromptu disappearance from the ring caused Sarah to look back with shock, as her new partner fell from the ring. Both of her opponents observed the situation with interest, seemingly in disbelief that they could have obtained an early ring-out this quickly.
Their disbelief was met with an expected answer, as Bandit rose atop a giant chitinous crest. Both her opponents had been so occupied with Kerrigan’s mock horror and the fate of the Bandit that neither had noticed when Kerrigan had sent a telepathic twinge at a minion she’d already hidden in case of just such an emergency. The monster had reared its head just in time to prevent the Bandit’s early ring out.
“I’m investing a lot of time and effort into this competition. I hope I don’t have to do that again this match. After all, I’m sure my hydralisk is so disappointed he doesn’t get to play anymore.” Kerrigan added with a cocky smirk, still not taking her eyes off the claymore wielding wild-card.
“Fuck, my fucking ass! The hell’s your monster made of?” came Bandit’s expected reply.
“Give me a moment and I’ll show you…” Kerrigan replied with a smirk, dodging Makoto’s next slash with an aerial somersault. The Bandit was unceremoniously dumped to the ground by a quick “flip” as the hydralisk flipped it’s crest forward, using the bony plate like a springboard. “After all, it’s not Jak’s job to clean up after my pets. That’s my responsibility…”
Sarah’s open palm stretched out to the hydralisk, as if beckoning to the monstrosity. Almost instantly, a piercing shriek came from the snakelike creature, thrashing its head back and forth as it straining against some unseen pressure.
Sarah’s hand clenched into a fist, and the monster’s head exploded. Blood, flesh and shredded grey matter were pulled from the corpse by a telekinetic vacuum cleaner, until the rapidly deconstructed horror became nothing more than a horrific blob of blood, bone and chitin. Kerrigan quirked a smile at her opponents as Bandit rubbed at her sore butt.
With a simple snap of her fingers, Kerrigan shot the collected filth and blood and mucus at her opponents with all the telekinetic force she could muster, bathing the area with a steady stream of gore that covered the arena tiles in a reddish-brown slurry.
Taloc escaped the attack by taking to the sky, jumping high into the air. “Dude, that’s amazing! It’s like a blood-and-guts slip ‘n slide!” Bandit commented as she opened fire on the assassin, filling the air with deadly lances of solid light. Makoto thrust his hand in the air, and Kerrigan was barely given enough time to react when an electrical blast arced out for the Bandit’s head. The blast was a few inches from the Bandit’s head when it crackled and dissipated against a weave of blue fabric.
“The umbrellas around the ring seem to just be for decoration, but it looks like they’re more than enough to stop your little fireworks display.” Kerrigan explained, before rushing the blue-haired magician. A lunge with shredding claws yielded nothing but air, and her experienced opponent was quick to stop her momentum with a hard shot to the jaw. Once, twice, and again Kerrigan’s vision stuttered from multiple blows to the head. An uppercut to her chin left Sarah open for a hard shot to her stomach, and the Queen of Blades doubled over in front of her opponent, falling to her knees with mouth agape.
Kerrigan put a hand to her mouth, black ichor flowing, as The Fool raised his blade above Kerrigan’s neck.
Kerrigan grinned. With her enhanced senses, she could enjoy this moment in its entirety: tasting the metal,, and hearing his skyrocketing heartbeat as he prepared to finish her.
She’d found her opportunity.
Kerrigan dodged out of the way of the surprised swordsman just an inch before the blade would have separated her head from its shoulders. She held her wrist forward and cocked, and holes burst open all across her skin. A shotgun blast of small, explosive parasites peppered Makoto’s body with tiny explosions, throwing off his footing. Before the young magician could regain his footing, Kerrigan struck with a barrage of wings, claws, and vicious kicks, a whirlwind of blows battering Yuki’s defences from every angle. With every blow, the schoolboy was forced to give up inch after inch of ground.
Makoto had a look of nervousness on his face as Kerrigan’s strikes hit from every angle, trying to steal a glance behind him.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about being knocked off the edge.” Kerrigan taunted. The Infested Queen could almost hear his heart stop as the kid hit hard exoskeleton and corded muscle behind him as he tried to back away. Drool coated his hair from above as the low, unmistakable growl of a hydralisk revealed it’s source.
“No, these people are watching to see a real show. They won’t be satisfied with just a ring-out. You’ll leave the ring once I decide your bloodied corpse is no longer entertaining, and not a second before.”
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Kerrigan has taken a couple bruises to the face from Makoto's pounding.
Makoto had Kerrigan's "parasite" move used on him, but despite the explosions it's probably just a few superficial cuts and bruises. he also has a lot of saliva now in his hair. like, completely drenched. enjoy that.
Summary: Kerrigan Saved Bandit from an early ring-out, shot the entirety of a dead hydralisk out at her opponents like a gross fire-hose, and then backed Makoto between a horrifying abomination... and a hydralisk.
No SP used.
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Makoto Yuki - 06-13-2018
Makoto’s opponent was as revolting as she was bloodthirsty. His dress pants were stained from the grisly display earlier, and his arms were peppered with scorch marks and stinging cuts from the woman’s relentless attacks. Nothing compared to the feeling of the viscous liquid currently running over his scalp and clumping his hair together though; that was really the worst of it.
Being skewered on both sides by the snake-like woman and her pet was not on his to do list for the day. A spike of irrationally intense anger flared through his mind as power rose from the limitless well that was his soul and flooded his veins. His brow furrowed and his eyes turned a sickly green nearly matching his opponent’s own.
A flash of blue solidified into his sword as Makoto spun around on the soles of his shoes. The air sang as he brought down righteous judgment on the creature behind him, revelling in its death throes as its head rolled atop the carved stone of the arena. Never stopping for a second, the blue haired warrior slashed his blade, now glowing green, toward the hulking figure of his tormentor.
A solid wave of wind slammed into Kerrigan, heaving her of the solid ground she stood on and into the air. Her expression as she was thrown back told him all he needed to know about about how much she underestimated him. Her narrowed eyes a part of a second later told him she was not going to repeat that mistake.
Pressing his advantage, the sword wielding fighter immediately took after the airborne woman before she had even landed. He rocketed forward, borrowed power pushing his legs to their limits.
When Sarah dug her chitinous feet into stone just a few meters from where she was first pushed back she immediately lashed out with her claws to catch the downward swing of a claymore. The heavy blade forced the towering combatant to her knees as she strained with the effort needed to avoid being carved like a pumpkin.
Kerrigan’s arms did their best impression of a piece of swiss cheese for the second time that day and Yuki recoiled and poised to throw himself backwards. The woman’s clawed fingers however were wrapped too tightly around his sword, and as her multiple cuts appeared on the palms of her hands the boy’s face might as well have been a painted target for her exploding parasites.
His world exploded into pain as he stumbled backwards. Ever an opportunist, Kerrigan’s fists glowed a dull yellow as she brought her left down into a devastating haymaker. This wasn’t the last of the boy’s problems, as he involuntarily floated above the grey stone of the arena for a moment before his back was violently introduced to said stone.
The infested lady breathed quickly as her bone and chitin wings twitched behind her. Her prey was more durable than he looked. Already he was springing back into action, much too quickly for one who’d endured such a beating. Nonetheless, she relished the challenge, her self assured smirk still contorting her features into an ugly monument to cruelty.
With a focused mind and a theatrical rising of her hand, the queen commanded another of her subjects to reveal itself from the floor behind her and hurl its spines at the suit wearing fighter. Makoto rolled forward into the incoming wave, and got a fresh wound on his left arm to show for it. He rose into a vertical swing with his claymore as the rest of the projectiles embedded themselves in the ground around him.
Kerrigan side stepped to the right as she pushed the blade to the left with one arm and came at Makoto with the claws on the end of another, all in one fluid motion. What she didn’t expect was for the sword to fly in the air completely unsupported, as the boy with the suit released his grip on it and smacked her cheek with a quick jab of his now free hands.
This was going nowhere.
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Using T1 transformatiom "The True Self" for rest of round.
SP: 2/4
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Bandit With No Name - 06-14-2018
For them, everything must have seemed so still. Enhanced senses. Incredible speed. Flawless execution of complex battle plans that were calculated and recalculated in the span of an instant.
The claymore spun perilously in the air, daring to fall back down on them as if dangling from a string above the throne. Makoto's fist snapped back crisply, Kerrigan's flattened nose spraying blood across the lower half of her face and down her chest.
The two combatants’ feet slid gracefully through the gore that coated the arena floor, each feint, step and sweep revealing a streak of the white tile beneath.
A quick succession of jabs was tied off with a clean and vicious body shot to the Queen's ribs. The thump of the impact could be heard across the ring and Kerrigan quickly doubled over, the back of her head exposed.
Makoto's hand reached back into the open air and the hilt of his blade fell into it, the edge in the exact right position, his arm poised in the ideal alignment to cleave her infested head from her shoulders.
A wild holler bellowed out and Makoto turned just in time to see a spiked pauldron plow into his midsection, the nameless marauder barreling into him like a runaway Mack truck.
They skittered across the ground, Makoto's feet refusing to leave the arena floor. The thin boy spun out of the tackle and snatched up both of the significantly larger women's wrists, the two staining against each other's strength as he beamed at her with his too-wide smile.
“Where is your hammer?” Kerrigan asked, her voice reverberating with psychic energy as she dodged and clashed with Taloc’s twin blades.
The bandit grunted, her feet sloshing along the slick surface. “Dropped it!” She barked back as Makoto repositioned and bore down.
“Why?” The Queen of Blades’ massive wing blades swept wide, deflecting a needle from the air.
“I dunno!” The Ass Kicker's knee wobbled, blood still gushing from the stab deep in her thigh. “Seemed like a good idea!” She grinned, staring up into the boy's frozen expression. “Besides, this kid is strong…”
Her entire body stained, her hulking frame flexing with all the might a life in the wasteland had afforded her. Makoto's arms began to tremble, slowly being bent backwards. “... BUT I'M STRO-”
Her words were cut off as a stiff knee blasted into her already wounded gut, the rest of her breath leaving her in a wheeze as she crumpled over. Makoto's fists flashed across her face in a furious combination that was too fast for the naked eye, her head being tossed about like a game of paddleball. He pulled back his black leather shoe and delivered the denouement of his concert of savagery, sending the woman soaring.
Her back hit the ground and she slid limply, arms at her side, her metal armor whining pathetically as it scraped along the unbreakable stone. She gradually came to a stop and laid there, eyes pointed up into at sky, a blank look on her swollen, battered face. She took a deep, pained breath and sighed.
Kerrigan's maniac laughter could be heard from the other side of the arena. A poison dart flit overheard. Powerful winds gusted and a telekinetic stream of detritus swirled dramatically. The sound of furious steel clashing in a dramatic fight for survival sang in the air.
She turned her head to the side and spit out a tooth.
It was all just noise to her. It was noise and motion and chaos. All of their fancy footwork and their special brains with special thoughts and brooding stratagems were meaningless. It was just another fight. Blood and grit was all that was necessary.
Groaning, she rolled to her good leg and began to push herself up when Taloc appeared before her, already swinging his dagger down onto her head. It was too late to move; of course the attack had been flawlessly timed.
Just before his blade could find home, a resounding CLANG echoed out and he was tossed unceremoniously to the ground, an engine block soldered to a big metal stick hovering in his place.
“Oh,” the woman said passively as she staggered up and took it from the air, “that's where I left this thing.”
Kerrigan nodded with a sly smirk and relinquished her telekinetic control of the hammer, it's full weight sagging into the bandit's hands.
The heavy metal marauder snarled and stepped forward, looming over the assassin. Her leg trembled and lurched. Blood stained her already filthy top, dribbling from the gash in her gut. Her face was mangled nearly beyond recognition. Long, metallic darts still protruded from her arm and belly. Every piece of her was broken, dirty, and barely functional.
She hefted the hilariously overweight weapon and grinned, one of her incisors noticeably absent.
“Having a good time?” she asked, slurring through swollen lips. Taloc rolled to his feet and in a single fluid motion flung another spine into her cheek.
She revved her hammer, it's engine roaring like the throat of an angry thunder god.
“Me too.”
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Taloc - 06-16-2018
Taloc rolls to his feet, instinctively firing the dart at Bandit before dropping down to a knee. A small amount of blood drips down from the bottom of his mask as she makes her bold announcement, calling him out and urging him to get back into the fight. Cautiously, he raises a hand up and feels his chest.
‘One, two… Four broken ribs… Fuck… Just what I needed right now...'
Leaving Ire on the ground, Taloc reaches up to his mask and tosses it away, blood lining the inside from where he quite clearly coughed it up. Quickly wiping his chin, Taloc scoops up his sword and climbs to his feet, the grinning brute already barreling down on him. Moving on instinct, he bends backward trying to get below the incoming hammer, at least, until the pain hits… Stopping mid-motion, Taloc is forced to jump back, narrowly dodging the mass of steel when his back collides with something…
“Hey!” Makoto yells, being interrupted mid-attack. “If you want to live, don't get in my way!”
Makoto’s yellow eyes flash violently as he grabs Taloc by the scruff of his shirt, throwing him to the side as the motor block crashes down where they had been standing. Kerrigan laughs, clearly enjoying the internal strife. “Come now, boys… You have to play nice if I’m to get any real satisfaction out of this.”
Rage cracks across Makoto’s face as he looks Taloc square in the eye. “Keep that bitch off me. This monster is mine.”
Taking up his claymore, Makoto launches himself at Sarah once more, managing himself surprisingly well considering his stature. Not to mention whatever those creatures she keeps calling are… Shaking his head, Taloc fights back a wave of dizziness as he tries climbing to his feet.
Footsteps, approaching fast… Raising his weapons, Taloc looks up just to see a grinning maniac already mid-swing. ‘How the hell didn’t I hear that roaring?’ Taloc thinks desperately, throwing himself to the side. Landing hard, Woe clatters across the ground from limp fingers, much to his own surprise. Looking back up, wildly, Taloc sees… No one… Bandit having turned her attention to Makoto during his daze.
Standing up, intending to retrieve his weapon, he stumbles, barely catching himself on all fours, Woe seeming to laugh at his weakness in front of him. Wind blasts across the stage as the roaring gets louder, but all of this is background noise, seeming so far away… Panting harder and harder, Taloc can’t help but notice his fingers have started turning blue. Lack of oxygen, a distant voice seems to say, but that too gets dismissed as background noise.
Getting his feet back under him proved to be a much more difficult matter than he could’ve imagined… If only the world would stop spinning… As the world starts getting darker, he looks up to the sky, confused at the lack of clouds…
The jolt of his back hitting the ground was sudden and abrupt. Looking down across himself, Taloc lets out a painful exhale, just to see the left side of his chest rise… “Hell… Sucking chest.” He says softly, reaching towards Ire’s hilt. Pulling a dart free, he takes a deep breath, winces, then plunges the dart between his ribs.
A soft hiss sounds around the metal as the excess air escapes from his punctured lung, lessening the pressure and bringing faint feeling back into his limbs. Gingerly, he stands back up, clutching Ire with a death grip in his one remaining good hand, the other clutching his chest. Pulling the sliver of metal out and tossing it to the side, an excess of blood spills from the small hole.
Shuffling towards the melee still going strong, Taloc raises Ire and launches a dart at Bandit’s exposed back. 'I need to get her attention...'
“Hey fuck face,” He yells with as much force as his lungs can muster. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been pushed this hard. Don’t you dare disappoint me!”
Bandit turns, seeing him standing she laughs. “Thought you died on me! Let's play.”
His black eyes burning with determination, he throws himself forward… and takes a hydralisk spine to the shoulder. Staggering back, he looks over Bandit’s shoulder to see Kerrigan smiling like some kind of twisted predator, the strange broad-headed creature having shot a single spine before taking a blow from Makoto for her. Nonetheless, Bandit wasn’t about to leave him alone after his declaration of defiance.
Swinging her hammer viciously forward, Taloc ducks low, throwing himself towards her in a last-ditch effort. Expecting the move this time around, Bandit pulls the butt of the handle back towards the weakened assassin in an attempt to crush him against her breastplate. Their eyes meet for the briefest of moments, and he spits a mouthful of blood directly into her face before dodging out the way of the hammer, just in time for her to slam it into her own chest.
Grinning widely, Taloc stumbles while putting some more distance between the two of them. “Not out of this yet…”
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Quick summary: Taloc is dying. Four broken ribs and a punctured lung, yet he refuses to give in. Emergency first aid has put him back in a semblance of fighting condition.
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Sarah Kerrigan - 06-17-2018
A set of matching golden eyes greeted each other across the gore-soaked tiles of the tournament arena with opposing grins of pure malice. A sickly yellow glow echoed around the Queen of Blades as she dived back into the melee, rushing Makoto with vicious glee. Even with spurts of psychically enhanced movement, she could barely keep ahead of the vicious Shadow, and as she rolled out of the way of a barely dodged slash, she felt the air from the blow sing past her head. As the silver brand crashed against the stone where Kerrigan used to stand, sparks flared from the impact. The missed strike was more than enough to let Sarah know of how ineffective her carapace was against that much brute strength
Using her wings to catch herself, Kerrigan spun around with a grin. “You didn’t think it would be so easy to catch-” Sarah stopped mid-sentence, as black fluid trailed across her vision, and her cocky grin faded.
Superficial. Insignificant. But as her finger traced the scar from one end to another, the evidence was clear. A mark of her opponent’s swordsmanship was etched into her skin. She’d failed to completely dodge his attack, and if she’d been just a second slower...
Kerrigan’s grin faded from her face as she looked up to see the swordsman closing on her. She charged her opponent with fury on her face and a clawed hand cocked back. The shadow grinned, as he swung his claymore with reckless force. The strike was parried with a clash of steel on hardened bone, Kerrigan’s wing-blades creating a protective cocoon that protected her from Makoto’s frontal blow, stopping the claymore.
To her surprise, though, Makoto’s grin grew wider in response, and as the feeling of Steel digging into her back lanced through her, she realized she’d been had. Taloc! She’d thought the assassin dead on his feet! Instead, he’d been waiting for an opportunity to slip a knife through the back of her ribs.
Surprisingly, though, the knife stopped short. The sound of pulling fabric, and the quick bark of “Gimme that!” told the story for her.
Kerrigan owed the Ass-kicker her life this time, thanks to that interesting little ribbon of hers, but the idea she had to be saved from these idiots-
Well, at least she had some targets for this newfound source of rage.
Makoto, quick to recover from the failure of the gambit, attempted to knock kerrigan off her feet, but Kerrigan slipped under the blow, before snatching his shirt. Grabbing him in a telekinetic hold of golden energy, she lifted him off his feet with invisible bindings.
“I’ve enjoyed playing with you, but I think we’ve kept the crowd in enough suspense. I hope you enjoyed the little chance I gave you - even if you did waste it.” Kerrigan stated, smirk returning. “Thanks for staying on-script.”
To punctuate the taunt, Sarah slammed the School Boy into the ground behind her. As she did so, two pairs of gleaming crimson eyes appeared on either side of Makoto.
“Now, if you don’t mind” Kerrigan Strolled away, looking away from her opponent “Play with my pets while I’m gone.”
The infested terran didn’t bother turning around as she focused her attention on Taloc, but the sounds of chittering zerglings and primal screeches behind her was more than enough to let Kerrigan know she had nothing to worry about.
Taloc was using every parry and quick attack he had to bring down the muscled fighter, having regained his other dagger at some point, managing to keep moving despite the crunch and whine of his injured body Sarah could hear with every movement.
For some, this would be endurance worthy of praise; To Kerrigan, it was just annoying.
The Bandit tried a left-handed haymaker, but the ant was too quick, sliding under the powerful blow with practiced agility, before slashing for the Bandit’s hamstring, a move certain to bring his opponent to her knees.
If her knees had still been there, that is. Kerrigan quirked her eyebrow, and the Bandit was lifted a full foot away from the assassin, just outside of his reach. The Veteran thief flinched, but when she looked around in confusion and caught Kerrigan’s eye, She gave Sarah an appreciative smile.
“You know, you should feel lucky. Where I came from, this wouldn’t have been a fight at all. I’d have found that special part of your brain you use to move, applied a little telekinetic pressure, and ‘pop’.” Kerrigan spun a finger around her ear with a chuckle, before miming a gunshot to the head.
As Sarah taunted the assassin, a trio of Hydralisks appeared behind her. Spittle slipped down to the bloodied battlefield as they eyed their weakened prey eagerly. “Instead, we get to pick you apart, piece by piece, limb by limb. That’s what all this struggle has gotten you. Was it worth it?” Sarah asked with a casual shrug; it came with a hail of dozens of spines, a screen of missiles to put the expert assassin out of his misery.
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Sarah Kerrigan has activated T1 super-assists: "Zerglings" for the rest of the round. (SP: 2/4)
Summary: Sarah gets cocky in melee combat with Makoto, gets shanked, then just barely saved by the Bandit. Puts her zerglings to work dealing with Makoto, before utilizing the burst of free time she gets to Corner and attempt to murder Taloc quickly.
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Makoto Yuki - 06-19-2018
Brilliant gold flickered to sky blue and back again. The windows to Makoto’s soul ousting him and shouting out to the world that his soul has taken as much of a beating as his physical body.
Overwhelming power, enough to defeat all opposition, did not come for free. He was scraping the bottom of the barrel now, but it’d last. He’d make it last.
The two pests left behind by their master were little more than vicious balls of razor blades and too many teeth. Saliva dribbled down from their maws as the crimson beads nestled in their skulls regarded the prone form of the blood-soaked boy with hunger akin to a starved dog’s.
The sky traded places with the earth as Makoto just barely rolled out of the ditch his body had made, and out of the reach of the manic creature’s claws. Already the second beast bounded towards him, clawed feet easily finding purchase on the slick tiles.
The beat-up teenager quickly back-pedaled to gain distance, his lithe fingers already curling around the thin air in preparation. With an unspoken command, light exploded into being and took the shape of a spear, ready to vanquish the dark from this world. With another, his sword pulled at him with its familiar weight.
The first carapaced critter screeched horrifically as lightning struck its shell, discharged into its internal organs, and cooked it from the inside. The second brought its scythed limbs down in an instinctive block. Those things were stronger than they looked, if only by virtue of not snapping like dry twigs at the first opportunity.
A kick to the face was too much for it to handle though. It flopped to the ground like a limp fish and before it could get back up to its single-minded task, Makoto’s blade descended on it as if the blade of a guillotine, with him as the executioner.
A wet crunch and even more hellish squeals were heard as both its legs did their own flopping to the floor. The other pest, barely recovered, used his lapse of attention to lunge at the schoolboy from behind, sinking its claws into his leg and wrapping its scythes around his thighs.
“Agh!” the cry of pain and surprise snaked its way past his lips.
“Oh, just fuck you for this.’’ His left hand glowed with his energy and an electrified fist with all the strength he could muster behind it smashed down on the ugly thing’s face.
Its teeth instantly smashed into bits, leaving shards behind in Makoto’s flesh, but the tenacious monster relinquished his hold on the boy and fell to the ground, sufficiently dazed.
Even heavily wounded as he was, the cloaked man knew he only had one shot at this. The spines rocketing towards him appeared to slow down as his brain worked overtime and pumped his body with all the adrenaline it could produce.
One unbelievably painful jump later and he was holding on for dear life to the titanic woman, still held in the telekinetic grasp of her partner. A needle had grazed his wounded side, aggravating his broken ribs, and another had opened a fresh gash in his right foot, but he was spared the worst of the assault by hiding in his opponent’s shadow.
Never one to miss an opportunity, the assassin brought his dagger down onto the thief’s already wounded leg. He left his mark once, twice, but a heavy metal arm clutched his back and threw him into the ground below before the third could connect.
Rolling onto a half kneeling stance and putting all his weight on his good leg the man turned his attention to Kerrigan, fearing she’d summoned more of her minions. When he’d found her, however, the expression painted on her face was not one of glee, but of pain, as bright arcs of electricity ran over her body.
Behind her shoulder, his blue-haired partner had released a hail of yellow bolts towards them, lance after lance of golden energy leaving his fingertips.
Covering fire. Perfect.
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Extending power up for rest of round.
SP: 0/4
RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Bandit With No Name - 06-19-2018
The woman stumbled forward and fell to her knees, what was left of her ruined leg and more than a dozen hydralysk needles screaming out waves of agony that even she couldn’t ignore. She stammered and hunched her back, the quills that stuck from almost every square inch of exposed flesh accentuating the defeated silhouette of her body. Wincing, her fingers curled into claws and she strained against the sovereignty of pain, tears intermingling with the blood that dribbled down from her face and onto her lap.
Her eyes cracked open and sucked in a breath through her grimace, followed by a few hyperventilations. The plodding of leather on stone drew her gaze upward to see Taloc, holding his crushed ribs in one hand and his blade in the other. The sun caught the flat of the sword as he lifted it high overhead, casting a highlight over her before it fell.
Instinct overtook her limbs and she yanked the haft of the hammer up, steel meeting steel with a screech. Ire’s elegantly crafted edge struggled against the scarred driveshaft, and their owner’s eyes met with wordless determination.
Gritting her teeth, the woman’s corded arm flexed and she forced herself up onto one foot, the assassin to taking a half-step backward. Her other hand found the throttle, the idle churning of the engine rumbling to life in a series of cacophonous peals. With a grunt, she twisted her weapon and tossed the sword to the side. The head of the hammer followed shortly after and struck the ground, a ploom of flame engulfing the two combatants and lobbing them in opposite directions with smoke trailing after.
The bandit skittered to a stop at the edge of the ring, the hammer flying from her grip and landing near the wall. She wobbled for a moment before catching her balance, smog still rolling off of her scorched armor and hair.
Snarling she snatched a fistful of spines from her face and ripped them free, her eyes scanning the blood-drenched arena as she tossed them aside. Her eyes narrowed, and a smile snuck its way onto her battle-worn cheeks.
She pressed her fingers into her bloated lips and a piercing whistle shrieked out over the ring. Kerrigan afforded the woman a glance as she traded blows with Makoto, and a cruel smirk mirrored her partner’s. It only took the length of a thought for her to complete her part of the scheme.
The stunned zergling’s legs scrabbled wildly before it managed to clamber onto its feet. It shook its head and looked to the mangled combatant in the corner of the ring, then began a loping gallop off the edge and into loam below. Blades of grass kicked up behind it as it sprinted with the zeal of a newborn puppy, blood and drool dribbling from its hissing, fangless mouth.
The nameless warrior reached out as it scampered past and snatched one of the tall stalks that shot from its back, whipping behind it for a moment before she managed to swing her functioning leg over its back. “Good boy!” she cackled as it slid around the corner, clawed feet clambering and sending massive hunks of dirt in every direction.
Lightning cracked and another bolt flashed over the woman’s shoulder as they blitzed around the periphery of the stone square, but she ignored the barrage as she unslung her rifle from her shoulder and turned it to the side. A heavy metal fist slammed down on the power cell and a tiny white grid flashed over its surface.
Taloc swept in behind the outmatched Queen, Woe ready to finish the job it had so nearly completed only a few moments before. His senses twanged as the sound of metal clattered on the floor beside him, his eyes going wide when he saw the rays of red energy swelling through the cracks in the laser that had landed at his feet.
Kerrigan’s laughter echoed through the minds of the two men as she bounded away from them, aided by a telekinetic thrust. The grievously wounded hitman managed to take two steps before the weapon detonated, casting both he and his ally into the air in an explosive wall of red.
The zergling’s feet dug into the tiles as it leapt upwards and the bandit pressed off of it when it reached the apogee of its vault. “Kerri!” she shouted, and a potent embrace of psychic force enveloped her, flinging her ever higher into the sky.
The three figures dangled in the heavens, roiling crimson churning below them, arcs of plasma snapping and crackling, the hot midday sun cutting through thick layers of vapor and dust, casting them in shadow. Her outstretched hands found both of their necks and clamped down in a near-unbreakable vice as they hurtled towards the ground with ever more pressing speed.
Woe slipped under her armor and sank to the hilt, a super-charged electrical punch crushing into her ribs. As the turf rushed up towards them she whispered, “See you on the other side,” and darkness filled her vision.
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RE: [Round 1] Taloc & Makoto vs Kerrigan & Bandit - Karl Jak - 06-20-2018
Face to Face
#33 Taloc & #40 Makoto Yuki vs #35 Kerrigan & #21 Bandit with “Ass Kicker” Name
#33 Taloc & #40 Makoto Yuki vs #35 Kerrigan & #21 Bandit with “Ass Kicker” Name
Blood and guts.
Somewhere out there in the Dataverse, there was likely a few hundred people physically relishing in a visual affirmation of their strange fetishes.
Karl loved the blood sport, but after a while, he had zoned out from all the exploding alien bits. How many insect slaves did that lady have? Would he have to hire an exterminator after all of this was said and done?
Omniphysics. Karl thought with a faint grin as he shook his head.
Something on the screen number one exploded, drawing the producer back to the grindhouse match. He caught a glimpse of movement in the haze as the larger of the two woman was thrown through the air and managed to latch onto the two young men. Thick hands clenched around their throats as they hurtled down from the heavens. Steel glinted beneath the armored woman’s bulk, but her vice-like grip held strong.
***
The Queen of Blades crossed her arms over her chest as she waved a hand to telekinetically clear the haze.
As she looked across the stage, her fanged grin grew wider.
Empty.
Far on the other side of the arena, three unmoving bodies lay on the grass.
This was the Queen’s Abyss now.
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Kerrigan (3.3) & Bandit (3.0) defeat Taloc (2.5) and Makoto (2.6)
Kerrigan & Bandit advance to Round 2
Kerrigan & Bandit advance to Round 2
Taloc and Makoto move to Match A of the Redemption Bracket and will face Ash and Jak Mar
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