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       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Foxtrot Date: July 29, 2014, 3:47 pm
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       Foxtrot's expression remains serious as his katana's sheathe
       impacts Feral's hoof, his opponent's pained expression
       instilling some confusion into the unicorn. He doesn't have time
       to elaborate though as the crazed pony gets up on his hind hoofs
       and lunges his free armed hoof towards the unicorn's chest. With
       his sheathe locked in its place, Foxtrot decides to use his
       opponents tactic against him. He pulls his weapon halfway out of
       its case with his left hoof, planting his right hoof on it to
       keep it locked against Feral's already occupied right katar. A
       loud clang rings out as the incoming weapon clashes with the
       katana's blade just above the sword's guard, locking the blade
       between Feral's hoof and weapon to keep it from going any
       further. The balancing between the sword and sheathe become
       difficult at the angle it's held, so Foxtrot pushes both of them
       up, lifting both his and Feral's weapons above their heads.
       Without any weapon to use Foxtrot decides to use his own hoofs,
       well, the back ones not already engaged on combat. His lifts his
       left one and shoots it towards Feral's knee as he leans forward
       to throw his opponent off balance.
       #Post#: 3124--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 31, 2014, 6:44 pm
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       As the judges spoke, Mesa's gaze immediately returned to
       Silencia, staying perfectly still as the other pony darted to
       the side. Mesa didn't load her crossbow just yet, simply watched
       her opponent with a calm expression. Focused solely on Silencia,
       she saw nothing of the hidden blades, but she did a mental
       double-take when she realized the unicorn's horn was glowing,
       though exactly what she was doing with her magic was unclear.
       Too late, Mesa sensed the trap and whipped her head around to
       scan the rest of the area, but the throwing knives were already
       in motion. Mesa barely had time to turn her unloaded bow to make
       it perpendicular to the ground, and raise it so the stock
       protected her face.
       The middle knife slammed straight into the crossbow stock,
       quivering slightly as its tip stuck into the wood. The left most
       blade missed her completely, but the right most one missed
       Mesa's hind leg by mere millimeters, swishing through her brown
       coat. The pegasus didn't pause for a heartbeat as the knife
       struck her bow, but instantly spun the weapon around to face
       Silencia, the violent motion loosening the blade's precarious
       hold on the hard wood and throwing it to the ground. Mesa ducked
       her head down, pulling out a sharp metal bolt from her belt and
       loading and firing so quickly she was nearly a blur, the bolt
       streaking towards the upper part of Silencia's right leg.
       As the projectile was fired, Mesa's face betrayed the slightest
       amount of hesitation as she prepared to fly upwards and keep the
       biggest amount of distance between her and the other mare. They
       want to see something exciting, not me just running away until I
       can get a clear shot, she abruptly thought, and suddenly changed
       her course. She took to the air, flying just a few inches above
       the ground as she charged after the bolt and towards Silencia,
       hoping either the bolt would cripple her and make it easy for
       Mesa to pin and knock her out; or miss and at least distract
       her.
       #Post#: 3125--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Kite Date: July 31, 2014, 8:31 pm
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       Kite hadn't really been expecting that slash to connect, using
       it more to see if the stallion was as unskilled as he looked.
       The attack seemed to have almost overbalanced the earth pony. He
       isn't about to simply stop and go back, whether Hurtle was
       "ready" or not. The judges had given the call to begin, and he
       doubts stopping the fight will make for a very good show.
       Instead, he pulls his sword back and swings his hoof at the side
       of Hurtle's armored head, hoping to stun him long enough that
       Kite could take him down.
       #Post#: 3130--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Honey Dew Date: August 3, 2014, 5:49 am
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       She had this fight now. Despite Grace's unsuccessful attempt to
       push the rapier out of Honey's grasp, her hold on it remained
       firm. All she had to do now was get some distance and draw her
       katana, and there was nothing her opponent could do. She was
       unarmed, and as long as Honey kept the rapier on lockdown, the
       range would prove to be her winning ticket. Just as she started
       to move however, she saw the punch that Grace was moving to
       throw towards Honey. Her first instinct was to catch the hoof
       and attack the pressure point on the mare's elbow before trying
       to break the leg, but that would have meant dropping the rapier
       and giving control of it back to her opponent.
       Going with her original plan, Honey continued with her previous
       movement of trying to step backwards, one hoof moving to deflect
       the one headed her way. As she started to do this, the dagger
       that had been pulled from hiding caught her attention as it
       started to move towards her. Thinking instinctively, the
       movement backwards was instead changed to a weave to the side,
       only barely managing to avoid the dagger as it cut against her
       side, much like the rapier had before--if a bit more severe.
       Gritting her teeth, Honey quickly swiped in return at Grace with
       her bladed tessen as she leapt backwards, this time landing on
       her hooves, the attack more to try and get a bit of distance
       between them than to try and actually hit the mare. She brought
       the rapier's hilt to her mouth so she could clamp down on it
       with her teeth, then dashed a short distance away as she put
       away her tessen and drew her katana instead, all in one swift
       motion. When this was done, Honey turned to her opponent, her
       shining, deadly blade jutting out in front of her as she
       assessed the situation.
       #Post#: 3132--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Sir Providence Date: August 4, 2014, 11:55 am
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       Losing his second weapon prompted Feral to take a quick step
       backwards just after the clash with the intent of making
       Foxtrot's effort to keep his katars locked difficult, but not
       having his weapons, and not wanting to try something like a
       headbutt on somepony with a dull spike jutting out of his
       forehead, was forcing his hoof on his next move. All he had left
       were his back hooves, so his back hooves it was. Leaning back
       himself as he jumped, Foxtrot's leaning forward helping to angle
       him, Feral tried to deliver a drop kick, however the hoof that
       had been aimed at his knee was now leveled with one of his
       hooves and stopped it mid kick, the other still going along its
       way though as it aimed to at the very least break the lock up
       and most possibly knock the wind out of his opponent.
       -
       A miss, a near hit, and a dead on shot exactly where she'd been
       aiming, though a number of inches short of its intended target
       do to the blocking of its path with that crossbow, not too bad
       though Silencia's brief moment of thinking things may have
       already been over when her knife was speeding towards the other
       mare's face left her disappointed when it ended up not being so.
       Eh, no matter, Silencia hadn't let that stop her from just
       assuming victory as her magic had moved on to her next move the
       moment her knives struck or passed Shadowed, the grip of her
       aura grabbing hold of her cloak as she it forward and around her
       to make her vital areas a harder target as Mesa went on to fire
       the crossbow that had saved her. Silencia didn't attempt to
       dodge roll, duck or jump out of the way of the incoming
       projectile, instead twisting her body just enough from behind
       her cloak to have the bolt pierce the fabric and lightly graze
       her body as it passed her, it shooting out of the ring and
       bouncing off of an invisible barrier meant to contain such
       things from reaching and harming those watching. However, from
       anypony watching from the front, it was unclear what exactly had
       happened to the bolt as it vanished behind Silencia's cloak, and
       the audible grunt of feigned pain, clear wince and pinning back
       of her ears did a good job at faking that she'd been struck. The
       pegasus speeding after her own crossbow bolt probably didn't
       have much time to see it, but Silencia still kept it up until
       the moment was right. Once Shadowed was past a point of no
       return, Silencia's horn popped as it gave a very bright flash of
       light meant to disorient the charging pegasus, the unicorn then
       rolling to the side to avoid the incoming mare and then swiftly
       throwing out her magic to gather up her lost knives from across
       the zone and withdraw them with a flick of her horn.
       -
       The slash from the tessen was easy enough to avoid, it clearly
       not having been Honey's intended best as Grace had little
       difficulty ducking under it, her magic scooping up her dagger
       and bringing it back to her in the process as Honey gained the
       distance she was craving.
       Welp. Seeing how Honey had no intention on giving back Grace's
       rapier any time soon, that meant that Grace was now trapped on
       the defensive. A dagger against a katana wasn't the most ideal
       situation to be in, and Grace wasn't stupid enough to go rushing
       in with the odds against her like this. As Honey assessed the
       situation, Grace took the time to brush her mane with a hoof and
       straighten it back out after having it get a bit tossed from the
       fight, dagger floating defensively in her magic as she also took
       a moment to check her cheek and confirm the lack of blood from
       the earlier hit she'd taken. Still stung like crazy though.
       Afterwards she watched her opponent for her next move, as it was
       hers to make whether Grace liked it or not.
       #Post#: 3135--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Foxtrot Date: August 5, 2014, 2:25 pm
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       As Feral's kick makes contact with Foxtrot's chest, the unicorn
       cringes as the air is forcefully removed from his lungs. He
       steps back, his weapon disengaging from his opponent's as he
       tries to keep his balance. Foxtrot can't though, and finds
       himself falling back; instead of falling flat on his back, he
       curls himself forward slightly. As he hits the ground, the
       unicorn rolls backward, finishing it with three hooves on the
       ground and one still up with his weapon, ready for a follow up
       attack should Feral execute one right after. Foxtrot tries to
       steady his breathing as he thinks of another plan; for now, he
       remains in place, waiting for his opponent's next move.
       #Post#: 3141--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Shadowed Mesa Date: August 6, 2014, 9:34 pm
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       Mesa only had a moment to compute Silencia’s apparent pain
       before she was blinded. Immediately dropping to the ground from
       her low fight, Mesa skidded a few feet, kicking up dirt as she
       flared out her wings to stop herself. She immediately spun back
       around in time to see Silencia starting to gather up her knives.
       Mesa started to feel a tiny bit of frustration. She had little
       practice in fighting against unicorns, and she kept forgetting
       her opponent’s advantage. Well, if she wants to play like that,
       fine. If she’s going to make use of her natural skill set, I
       will too, Mesa thought, abandoning her previous strategy of
       maximizing the show for the onlookers. Any extra points I get
       for it aren’t worth the pain of being stabbed.
       She shot back up in the sky, coming to a hover several feet
       above the ground and a little in front of Silencia. Twisting in
       the air, a tad awkwardly, she drew her long knife from her
       sheath and held it tightly in her teeth. Then she went into a
       steep dive, her intention apparently being to dive bomb the
       unicorn and go for the kill, figurative speaking, regardless of
       the other mare's three blades. But at the very last possible
       second, she wrenched herself upward, her wings crying out in
       pain as she pulled out of the dive almost impossibly fast. At
       the same instant, she gathered all of her strength in her back
       legs and kicked out as hard she could, aiming for the base of
       Silencia’s horn. It was a dirty trick, but Mesa knew her chances
       of winning the match would increase significantly if she could
       disable the other mare’s magic, even just for a short time.
       #Post#: 3145--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Honey Dew Date: August 8, 2014, 8:01 am
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       As the two stared back in a momentary stalemate, Honey briefly
       brought a hoof to her side where the rapier had hit her before,
       the cut finally starting to sting and become a bother, the
       dagger cut also beginning to protest a bit. So long had it been
       since she felt what a weapon could do if she was careless--what
       a weapon could do if she wasn't there to protect those who
       needed it. Huffing quietly, Honey shook those thoughts from her
       head and pushed the rapier's hilt tighter into the clutches of
       her teeth, making sure she had a good hold on it. It wouldn't do
       her any good for Grace to pull it free--or knock her off balance
       if the mare tried pulling on the sword with her magic. She had
       to keep control of the fight, and not be so careless as she was
       when Grace had actually managed to hit Honey, despite her
       obviously having had her own combat experience.
       After but a moment or two longer, Honey finally made her move.
       Instead of charging forward, she calmly began walking towards
       her opponent, apathetic gaze still sizing the mare up and
       watching for any new surprises. She had no doubt there was at
       least one or two more tricks she had hidden in the sleeves of
       that outfit of hers, but without knowing what they were, all she
       could do was push the fight toward its last leg. When she
       reached Grace, Honey quickly thrust the katana forward,
       intentionally aiming towards the leftside of Grace's
       chest--which would be the mare's right if seen from her
       perspective. This left plenty of room for Honey to still hit the
       mare if she didn't dodge... but knowing she would, Honey easily
       swept her blade to the right--or from her perspective, to
       Grace's left as Honey hoped she would dodge. Even if Grace moved
       backwards, Honey's thrust still held enough momentum for her to
       continue moving the blade forward as she swept, if need be.
       #Post#: 3149--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Golden Gear Date: August 8, 2014, 11:26 am
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       "Sure. We can talk... You put the table ready and i'll place the
       kettle on the stove." Golden said sarcastically. She dropped the
       club she managed to take from the stallion behind her, readied
       her wrench and walked closer to Fritter. Golden however, didn't
       want to just flail at defenseless opponent, and decided to wait
       if the stallion would tap out. If he could tap out... Golden
       never really read the rules.
       #Post#: 3150--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Good Day For Combat
       By: Sir Providence Date: August 8, 2014, 3:28 pm
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       Kite's hoof smacked against Hurtle's helmet with a clank, the
       heavy head protection managing to prevent most of the damage
       from getting through, it less stunning him and more throwing his
       balance off as his legs wobbled beneath the weight of the suit
       he wore, doing a type of tip tapping routine in an attempt to
       stay upright while he leaned from side to side.
       "Ow!" was his audible response, the strike not doing anything to
       shut his running mouth, "What was that supposed to be? I thought
       we were all here to engage in honorable combat like gentlecolts
       and proper mares, not throw our limbs around like wild brutes
       freshly buzzed from cheap hard cider!" More arrows fell loosely
       to the ground as he struggled to stay upright, his current state
       leaving no room for any kind of swift counter attack.
       -
       Feral, unlike Foxtrot, was denied a chance to recover as
       smoothly from the break up or even to hit the ground
       purposefully hard just as he had earlier as the kick from
       Foxtrot that met one of his legs threw him into a small twist in
       mid air, this causing him to, despite his best efforts, land
       rather awkwardly as the leaning tilted him back too far. Landing
       more on his shoulders, Feral's head didn't have enough space to
       protect it from the ground, the back of it smacking the ground
       and granting him a dizzy spell that made him need a second to
       shake it off. It was stubborn though, neutering his relentless
       aggression for the time being as he pushed himself back to his
       hooves with a light wobble. Once stable Feral began to walk a
       circle around Foxtrot, keeping the distance even as he made his
       way around and waiting for his head to clear.
       -
       Silencia didn't need to keep her attention on her knives once
       she had them in her magic. They were on their way as her horn
       remained alight with her magic, so Silencia had returned her
       watchful eyes to Shadowed, studying her once her flash of light
       had been shaken up and  keeping her focus glued as the pegasus
       shot skyward and dove. Seeing the dive coming her way, and not
       exactly wanting to just stand around while Shadowed fell upon
       her, Silencia pushed herself to avoid whatever Shadowed had in
       mind, buck, stab, tackle, whatever she was planning, Silencia
       knew a moving target would be more difficult to get a hold of
       than a stationary one regardless. Some seconds into the dive,
       and just before the strike Shadowed intended, Silencia tumbled
       backwards, cloak again being used to make her movements look
       concealed in some way as she seemed a fan of trying to reinforce
       uncertainty towards what exactly she was doing at all time.
       She was on her hooves when she'd finished though, a safe
       distance from the buck as it wasn't going to be so simple to
       strip her of her greatest strength, and her knives had reached
       her, all three  forming a whistling and defensive ring as they
       spun around her too fast for the naked eye to track properly. As
       they spun, each of the three knives broke away in turn to be
       shot outwards in a stab at Shadowed, darting forward and then
       being immediately retracted back into the ring only to have
       another do the same.
       -
       Grace didn't move from where she was as Honey approached, it
       having no potential of helping any if she'd tried, and instead
       watched with a cool stare as the other mare's sword drew closer.
       Her dagger lightly twisted in the air in a slow whirling spin as
       she readied herself for whatever Honey had in mind, eyes falling
       more than once onto the rapier that had been stripped from her
       as she refrained herself from attempting to wrench it free
       again, the clenched teeth gripping its handle being a clear
       indication that such efforts would prove fruitless.
       Finally, Honey was close enough to try something, Grace tensing
       up as she watched for the incoming attack. She lived up to her
       name, easily avoiding the thrust coming her way with grace and
       in the process flaring her magic so as to set the dagger she
       held into a blazing fast whirl that made the dagger look more
       like a disk floating in mid air, however she followed her dodge
       up in a fashion Honey may not have expected. Instead of stepping
       back or stepping to the side, Grace had leaned far enough to
       avoid the thrust but then had dropped low, the follow up sweep
       of the katana slicing only the air above her and bellow the
       dagger spinning in the air as she smoothly twisted her body so
       as get close enough to make a sweep for Honey's legs. Regardless
       of if she succeeded in knocking the mare down or not, Grace
       followed this with the back up plan of flicking her horn so as
       to send the spinning dagger she'd left behind after the mare's
       throat on the chance she was still standing or had attempted a
       hop of some kind over her sweep.
       -
       "Uh... I don't know... what that... means...? Is that a
       forfeit...?" Fritter pathetically asked, eyes shinning with
       desperate hope as he tried to fool himself into believing he was
       guessing accurately though his nervous eyes were now staring at
       Golden's wrench and having every inch where it grew closer stomp
       on his hopes more and more. His shiny puppy dog eyes at his
       question dimmed into a dull luster of doomed realization as he
       knew what was coming next, even the idea of tapping out slipping
       his mind for the moment as he instead just curled up into a
       shivering ball with his hooves crossed over his head.
       "Oh, for crying out loud!" one of the judges watching zone four
       shouted, having grown fed up with this silly display, "Mr.
       Fritter, go home! Golden Gear, you win, head back to the rest
       area or watch the rest of the fights or whatever."
       "YES!!!!!" Fritter cheered with more joy than one would think
       possible of being packed into a single word, his hooves going
       from covering his head to pumping vigorously in the air. If
       anypony hadn't heard the true verdict of which pony had won,
       they may have mistaken him as being the victor as his elated
       mood made him look as if he was the new champion.
       "Thank CELESTIA! Hahahahaha!" With fresh energy and a renewed
       love for life, Fritter almost giddily pranced away as he wasted
       no time in vacating the area he was certain was going to be his
       end.
       -
       Meanwhile, in zone seven, "Nightshade" was groaning and writhing
       on the ground as he heavily regretted his decision to enter the
       tournament, the unicorn named Mystic Quartz standing over him
       and having the dark purple aura around her horn slowly seep back
       into its source and vanish as she was declared the winner, her
       then turning and leaving the the zone with a lack of any
       flourish or apparent interest in the event of her own victory.
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