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Post by --> N E M E on Oct 15, 2012 13:28:21 GMT -5
A judge enters the arena glancing at both fighting sides. They nod to both of the masters calling them forward. "I am sure everyone knows the rules. Make sure to keep them in play during the fight. I do have the ability to stop the fight for any reason i see fit, so don't give me a reason to. I wish you both a fair and honest fight. Good luck. " he said to both of them. They took a breath before looking between both of them. "Now, pick a number between 1-30. Closest number will have the privilege of going first." that was all the judge said, simply waiting on the two masters choices.
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Post by youchi, takeo on Oct 15, 2012 14:10:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ] [/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;]This was all boring to him. He couldn't bring his damn alcohol either. That only served to piss him off more. He really didn't like that and wanted to just get this over fast. To some degree he didn't want Dante to get injured but to the other side he didn't really care. It would be the sharks own damn fault if he lost this match after all. He just wasn't using his attacks correctly. He could only wait to see how the shark would do in the fight. "Twenty Five."[/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag dante/ opponents ▪ words n/a ▪ notes takeo like whatever yall[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style] |
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Post by Victor, Logan on Oct 15, 2012 23:21:41 GMT -5
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There were other things that he could of done. Other things that obviously called for his attention, however, here he was. There had been a tournament that had been put up by the city for this "october festival" or whatever. He wasn't really a fan of things like this, it meant crowds, and as much as he loved a good crowd to fuck with he didn't really have the mindset to do it with so many people around. So, instead here he was about to go into a tournament.
Fun stuff. He could only hope both he and erik had actually recovered from the wounds that they had received from a previous fight not long before. Hadn't been very fun for either of them, Logan still had the nasty scar on his front to prove it. The competition honestly looked, crazy. The two weren't people he would normally socialize with so it was a good thing they weren't doing that. "Fifteen." he said in response to the others number choice.
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Post by --> A D D I E on Oct 17, 2012 13:13:02 GMT -5
The judge paused as they chose their numbers. This would be a rather interesting match. A Gabite, and an Umbreon. He remained silent for several long moments after they finished then finally nodded. "The number was twenty four. Youchi, Takeo and his slave have the first move." he spoke after a pause. "You may start after you hear the gong." With that he moved away and back into the stands. After about a minute of silence -- other than the mutterings of the crowd -- a loud striking gong sounded out three times, signaling the start of the fight.
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