08-05-2017, 03:54 PM
Dane was originally being nice for appearance sake. Turmoil between teammates was the last thing he wanted. Initially, he'd considered that one of his potential opponents would be a much better match for him - capable of stomping the opposition. But, upon seeing the dissent between the two, he reconsidered.
Ebony was easy to manipulate, and she'd undoubtedly let Dane control both her and the general team tactics. If she was to be believed, she would definitely be valuable, to an extent. Dane just had to keep her protected. She was a prime after all, and most primes weren't exactly weak. He just questioned her mental resolve. Hopefully, if he poked her with a stick or something she'd explode. Either way, he knew he'd be taking the brunt of the attacks from the two foes.
The clock was ticking. Minutes remained. "Contestants. Please return behind the designated lines." A robotic synthesised voice was broadcast throughout the area.
Two parallel white chords were painted across the circular arena floor, each equidistant from the centre and positioned close to the arena edges. Walking together, Dane guided Ebony towards their area. As a token gesture, he waved over his shoulder. "Good luck."
Jak seemed to notice, but the other, Marcus, was looking at his teammate disapprovingly.
"Alright, Eb. If you've got a weapon, get it ready now." They were both safely behind the boundary, awaiting the signal to begin. Ebony still looked unsure, but that wasn't Dane's concern. As long as she was useful, he'd be good.
"60 seconds." The same synthetic voice echoed.
"Think of it this way, I need you to protect me. When I go out there, they'll both be attacking me, which is unfair. They could stop if they wanted, but they've made it clear they have no intention of doing so. Thus, I'll need your magic to assist me. And for that, you need to stay back here: safe. So, if you have a weapon, summon it now. If not," Dane unsheathed his shortsword, holding the handle towards Ebony, "take this."
"I'm... I'm fine. I've... I'll just show you." Standing in her signature pose briefly, she started chanting - throwing her arms out forwards before stretching them sideways. "Forces of the darkness, stand by my side. Grant me a weapon, lest I have to hide."
"10 seconds."
Dane raised an eyebrow, staring at the scythe. It was an impractical weapon, but considering her magic he assumed she had a few tricks to go with it. Not enough to beat him, of course.
Dane braced himself. "Don't worry about me, Eb. Just keep casting and don't stop."
"Okay... I'll try." She smiled faintly under her hood. As bad as this was, it was much better than when she had to fight zombies at the Steppes.
And with that, a loud bell sounded, ringing across the arena. Dane sped forwards before the announcer could even complete its statement.
"Fight: start."
Ebony was easy to manipulate, and she'd undoubtedly let Dane control both her and the general team tactics. If she was to be believed, she would definitely be valuable, to an extent. Dane just had to keep her protected. She was a prime after all, and most primes weren't exactly weak. He just questioned her mental resolve. Hopefully, if he poked her with a stick or something she'd explode. Either way, he knew he'd be taking the brunt of the attacks from the two foes.
The clock was ticking. Minutes remained. "Contestants. Please return behind the designated lines." A robotic synthesised voice was broadcast throughout the area.
Two parallel white chords were painted across the circular arena floor, each equidistant from the centre and positioned close to the arena edges. Walking together, Dane guided Ebony towards their area. As a token gesture, he waved over his shoulder. "Good luck."
Jak seemed to notice, but the other, Marcus, was looking at his teammate disapprovingly.
"Alright, Eb. If you've got a weapon, get it ready now." They were both safely behind the boundary, awaiting the signal to begin. Ebony still looked unsure, but that wasn't Dane's concern. As long as she was useful, he'd be good.
"60 seconds." The same synthetic voice echoed.
"Think of it this way, I need you to protect me. When I go out there, they'll both be attacking me, which is unfair. They could stop if they wanted, but they've made it clear they have no intention of doing so. Thus, I'll need your magic to assist me. And for that, you need to stay back here: safe. So, if you have a weapon, summon it now. If not," Dane unsheathed his shortsword, holding the handle towards Ebony, "take this."
"I'm... I'm fine. I've... I'll just show you." Standing in her signature pose briefly, she started chanting - throwing her arms out forwards before stretching them sideways. "Forces of the darkness, stand by my side. Grant me a weapon, lest I have to hide."
"10 seconds."
Dane raised an eyebrow, staring at the scythe. It was an impractical weapon, but considering her magic he assumed she had a few tricks to go with it. Not enough to beat him, of course.
Dane braced himself. "Don't worry about me, Eb. Just keep casting and don't stop."
"Okay... I'll try." She smiled faintly under her hood. As bad as this was, it was much better than when she had to fight zombies at the Steppes.
And with that, a loud bell sounded, ringing across the arena. Dane sped forwards before the announcer could even complete its statement.
"Fight: start."
Quote:Added an IC reason for why everyone didn't start fighting sooner. Ebony summoned her scythe. Both teams are at opposite ends of the arena.
The fight, starts... NOW!
OOC Thread: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8863
Jak Mar + Marcus Wright vs Ebonywood Hellscythe + Dane Regan
Word Limit: 500
Posts Per Character: 3
Time Limit: 48 hours (negociable)
Random Elements: On
Posting Order: Jak - Ebony - Marcus - Dane