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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Peridot Frost Date: August 9, 2014, 2:15 pm
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Peridot kept her bow aimed steadily at the pegasus across from
her. With the weight of the chunk on ice on his wing, he
probably wouldn't try another aerial attack, but Peridot was
wary of tangling with the sharp end of his hatchet again. The
pain of the spot under her dented armor was beginning to nag
her, taking Peridot more effort to keep it from distracting her.
Hatchet began shuffling sideways, looking for an opening to
attack. Peridot mimicked his motions in order to keep him in the
middle of her vision, causing the competitors to slowly circle
the center of their zone.
Peridot carefully tracked the movement of the stallion's hooves,
looking for a clear shot. She saw him pause, perhaps to start a
forward strike, so she fired an arrow into the ground next to
his left back hoof. Ice erupted from the spot, covering
Hatchet's leg and anchoring him to the ground. He tugged at it
briefly, but quickly discovered that he was unable to break
free. Peridot nocked another arrow, then stood uncertainly in
front of her opponent. Sure, she had trapped him, but was that
enough to ensure a victory? She glanced at the judges nearby,
but wasn't able to determine anything from their expressions.
All she could tell was that the fight hadn't ended yet.
A flash of light brought Peridot's attention back to the battle,
just in time for her to see the hatchet flying straight for her.
She instinctively dodged to the right, avoiding most of the
force of the attack. The blade slashed across an unprotected
section of her back left leg, just above her hoof. Peridot
immediately checked the damage, and was surprised to see not a
single scratch on her shining coat. Right, the injury-prevention
field, Peridot remembered. It only felt like a cut. Forcing the
pain to the back of her mind, Peridot stared in astonishment at
her opponent, who had just thrown his only weapon away. Hatchet
simply shrugged, as if to say, "What else was I going to do?"
Peridot knew she'd have to pull off something flashy in order to
regain her dignity in the eyes of the judges. Simply shooting
the pegasus point-blank wouldn't be entertaining at all, and
besides, Peridot didn't really want to test the limits of the
protective field with another pony's life on the line. She need
to be spectacularly impractical, not boringly pragmatic.
Spectacularly impractical... That reminded her of somepony.
Another hour on the practice range, and Emerald Light was bored
out of her mind...
"I just don't understand, Dot," Emerald complained. "All the
other guards know we're great archers, why do they keep
assigning us to the archery range?"
Peridot calmly fired another arrow into a target coated with the
ice of previous enchanted arrows. "There's no use getting worked
up about it, Emmy. I think they're just mad that a couple of
mares are better than all of the stallions on the guard
combined. Anyway, more practice can't hurt."
"Wait, what if we can practice and have fun?" Emerald said,
sudden mischief lighting up her coat. "Let's use the arrows to
make our cutie marks out of ice, whoever can do it faster at the
end of the hour wins!"
Peridot considered her idea for a moment. "But your cutie mark
only has five points, mine has six."
"Better start practicing, then!"
Peridot silently thanked Emerald Light for coming up with that
ridiculous competition and aimed her bow at the sky. She rapidly
fired six arrows nearly straight up, with minor adjustments to
their trajectories. The arrows arced down to land around Hatchet
in a perfect circle. Seconds later, ice grew out from the
arrows, converging in the middle of the circle. Soon, the
stallion was surrounded by ice up to his knees in all
directions. Peridot knew that from the raised seats in the
arena, it would look like Hatchet was stuck in an enormous
six-pointed snowflake.
#Post#: 3160--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: August 10, 2014, 7:53 pm
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Golden chuckled when Fritter asked if she meant that she'd
forfeit the match "Not quite" Golden raised her weapon, having
decided that she'd end the match with one strong blow, but then
Fritter curled up in a ball, and Golden stopped on her tracks.
Before she had a chance to say anything, one of the judges ended
the match and sent Fritter home. Golden just stood there,
looking somewhat confused, but then her attention snapped back
to the judges when she was told to leave the zone and go wait
for the next round.
Before she left, Golden got to witness Fritter's celebration.
Seeing somepony celebrate loss that much was a new sight to
Golden, but it would surely be the last one in this tournament.
Golden folded her weapon and left the zone, going to grab
something to drink in the resting area.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: August 11, 2014, 9:11 pm
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Feral's weariness was a good sign to strike, but Foxtrot knows
that in order to end this fight soon, he's going to have to
employ a sleight of hooves. Getting up on his hind hooves once
more, he cringes from the soreness still in his chest. His left
hoof rests on his katana's sheathe, pulling it ever so slightly
off the blade, only a slim glimmer of steel is seen before it's
clicked back into its cover. With his sights locked onto his
opponent, Foxtrot charges forward with his sword on his left.
Closing the distance fast, he waits until the two are just a few
feet away; in a quick slash, the katana swings across to the
right, the sheathe sliding off the blade and flying straight
towards Feral's face. The unicorn doesn't stop though, and keeps
rushing forward just enough for his opponent to be in striking
range. Foxtrot suddenly drops down and slides across the floor
to Feral's right; swinging his unsheathed katana back
horizontally to the left, having the blade aim for the chest and
shoulder.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Honey Dew Date: August 12, 2014, 7:58 pm
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Still keeping an eye on the dagger Grace still wielded, Honey
watched as it sped up into a deadly whirlwind. Knowing something
was going to come of this, she pushed herself backwards into a
leap as she swept her blade to the right, breaking away from the
mare and away from the swipe at her legs, allowing her magic to
complete the attack before quickly levitating it away from Grace
so the mare couldn't take the sword out of play. But Honey had
to take Grace's out of commission. With no tangible thing to
attack, that was easier said than done, but there were still
ways.
Taking a deep breath and readying herself for a new plan of
attack but a moment or two after her leap backwards, she dashed
forward again, this time quickly closing the distance between
herself and Grace, sword jutting out in front of her as if in
attempt to impale the mare with a charge. As she reached Grace
however--or if she saw a blade coming her way--she curled her
legs and twisted her body slightly, allowing her forward
momentum to send her tumbling, making sure to keep a general
whereabouts for the mare in case Grace moved to the side. She
came back to her hooves after one roll, her momentum making her
slide just a bit. This mattered little, as while she'd prepared
herself for the tumble and when she'd landed back on her hooves,
she'd been preparing one of her tessen to use as a club,
wrapping it in her aura as she tumbled, before swiftly pulling
it out when her roll ended so she could bash the hopefully
caught-off-guard mare's horn in an attempt to either disable her
magic and/or stun her for a brief moment, just long enough for
Honey to take yet another swipe at her.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: August 13, 2014, 4:29 pm
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Well, that strike didn't have quite the intended effect, but it
still left Hurtle plenty open for a follow up attack. Kite
hesitates though, glancing over at the judges. Hurtle hadn't had
a chance to fight back yet, and while Kite could almost
certainly send the other pony to the ground quite easily now, he
isn't sure ending the match now would make for a good enough
showing. With a quiet sigh, he backs off a few paces, deciding
to at least let Hurtle try to get in a few strikes. He brings
his sword back up and ready, waiting for the other stallion to
recover his balance.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Potato Ponie Date: August 14, 2014, 4:46 pm
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Potato sighed as he waited for his turn to fight. This was
taking foreeeeeeeeeeeever. Once he and Niv got off the train
Potato had signed up for the tournament after hearing some
ponies talking about it. Potato wasn't really for organized
fighting but he had a gut feeling something might be going on
and if PoPo knew one thing it was that guts were never wrong,
especially his.
Potato was currently just sitting around in the waiting area
reading a book, still waiting to be called to fight. He was
reading A Tale Of Murphy’s Laws, an action novel about a rather
insane mercenary who got hired to kill of a cell of anarchists
in a foreign country. Not a bad book, but not really PoPo’s
thing.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: August 15, 2014, 4:27 pm
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Seeing how Hatchet was, from what they could tell, entirely
immobilized, unarmed and no longer able to compete the judges
watching the zone shared a few words. An exchange lasting a few
seconds with a few small nods and shakes of their heads passed
before they returned their attention to the zone.
"Peridot," one of the judges spoke up, "you may return to the
rest area and await the rest of the tournament. Hatchet, we
thank you for your participation and invite you to watch the
rest of the event from our reserved seats for eliminated
participants."
"Okay then," Hatchet said, wiggling his legs to try and free
them, "guess I lost. Welp." He'd have shrugged if it weren't for
how awkward it would have been for him with his legs stuck.
"Can someone give me a hoof here?"
-
Feral stops his circling and locks onto Foxtrot as the unicorn
rushes towards him. Dizzy or no, Feral was able to deflect the
sheathe shot at his face with one of his blades, but the
distraction did allow for his opponent to reposition himself.
With how close Foxtrot was and how his attack was already being
made, Feral could only try to twist his body in an attempt to
roll with the strike as best as one could when being forced to
take a sword to the torso. It hit and was lessened a little, but
over all it was still pretty solid and didn't take long for the
field over the zones to start emulating the pain. Still, Feral
wasn't done yet and tried to follow through on his twist by full
on turning his body and swinging a back slash with a hoof. While
quickly delivered, sharp, and his only real option at the
moment, a spin wasn't helpful for his dizziness and his aim
would most likely suffer for it.
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Since Grace hit nothing with her sweep there was nothing
stopping her from quickly and smoothly getting back to her
hooves where she pulled back her dagger and went back to
watching Honey. When the charge towards her began Grace did
indeed step out of the way of the path of the blade, but she
also sent her dagger outwards in the opposite direction. Hoping
Honey was as focused on her as she seemed to be, she waited
until Honey had gotten closer and nearly acted just before the
other mare fell into her tumble. Holding herself back and
keeping a sharp eye on Honey, she waited until the moment the
other mare's hooves hit the ground again, her flicking her horn
so as to send her dagger flying in from behind Honey and
targeting where she estimated her slide would end her up at.
However, she wasn't able to do both this and avoid the incoming
strike from the tessen, and when her horn was struck her hold
over the dagger melted away. It still flew through the air
toward Honey's back, yes, but it was now acting as if someone
had simply thrown it and was no longer homing in under Grace's
influence and precise control.
-
It was almost getting embarrassing watching the fight between
Kite and Hurtle. One of the judges wasn't even watching them
anymore and had instead shifted their focus onto the crowd of
ponies that had come to see the fights. The nearest ponies
seemed interested enough in the pair, though it seemed to be
more out of them treating it as if it were a comedy show. That
was good. She thought.
Regaining his balance, Hurtle turned to the judge.
"This is outrageous!" He declared with an exaggerated gesture of
his hoof, the judge still watching wearing a borderline bored
expression, "How could you allow this tournament to devolve into
such a farce?
"And you!" he turned back to Kite, picking up one of his dropped
arrows and tossing it at the other stallion with little
precision or actual effort and having it bounce off of Kite's
armor, "After all the chances I gave to walk away with respect
for yourself you decide to instead try to spark a brawl of
hooves? Are we barbarians now?"
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Once the competitors who had finished their fights vacated their
zones, the stallion with the clipboard again cleared his throat
before addressing the waiting fighter.
"Alright, next up for zone four is... Potato... Panie? Potato
Panie to Zone Four. Also Zone Four is... Uh... The Magnificently
Glorious Yet Gentlecoltly Presented Stallion Well Versed In
Martial Combat Invo- Oh, come on! What is this? Whoever this is,
you know who you are, go to Zone Four!"
Go to Zone Four this pony did as a brown coated stallion with no
weapons, clothes, armor , or even a mane trotted out and to the
designated zone, a happy go lucky smirk on his face as he
started waving to the crowd and waited for the match to begin.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Honey Dew Date: August 17, 2014, 6:08 am
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Almost as soon as Honey got back to her hooves, she dropped back
down to a crouch as Grace's dagger flew toward her, having fully
expected some kind of retaliation in what would probably have
been thought a moment where her defenses had fallen. This was
hardly the case, and in fact there was a portion of her training
dedicated to help eliminate just that, so between that and a
counter-attack counted for in her strategy, avoiding what came
after her roll was no issue... Especially because the strike to
Grace's horn contacted.
Thinking quickly, Honey dropped the tessen from her aura's
grasp, allowing gravity to take its hold on it once more. In
return, her violet glow enveloped the dagger that flew through
the air above her, making use of its momentum to arc back around
to Grace's ribcage. At the same time, her katana swung from at a
diagonal angle from ground-to-sky at Grace's torso, simply
aiming to hit whatever she could, all while pushing herself back
up to an upright position.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: August 21, 2014, 3:16 pm
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Kite takes another glance at the judges, wondering just how
badly the two of them are doing at this point. He winces
internally when he sees that one of them isn't even looking at
the match anymore, and takes the time to follow their gaze to
the crowd while Hurtle is busy being outraged. Well, at least
somepony is entertained by this. The knight is beginning to get
annoyed by his opponent's attitude now, rolling his eyes when
the stallion begins to berate him for trying to engage in
combat. "Look, sir." He says, putting a slight emphasis on the
second word. "We came here to give these ponies a good fight.
You said you "weren't ready" and now I'm giving you that chance.
So either prepare to fight or I'm putting an end to this
nonsense."
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: August 22, 2014, 1:23 pm
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As Feral's blade makes contact with its target, a sharp ripping
noise is heard as Foxtrot's jacket and armor is shredded along
the unicorn's back. He steps to the side, uneasy at how close
that came to piercing through. With time running out on his
opponent's dizziness, Foxtrot charges forward, this time aiming
for a different target. He dashes past the earth pony and scoops
up his sheathe with his free hoof. Now on both hindlegs, Foxtrot
rushes towards Feral, waiting to spot the right opportunity to
strike.
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