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Semi-Finals: Maarschalk vs Arisa

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#1Saewoo 

on Wed Jan 25, 2017 10:34 am

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Saewoo stood on the arena, as the crowd roared below. They were waiting for the match to begin. Saewoo waved his hand, addressing the crowd. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome back! I introduce to you, the semi finals of the Martial Arts Tournament! Our contestants this match are.. Maarschalk and Arisa!"


Saewoo then hopped off the arena, allowing the contestants to come up.



  • Standard site-wide combat rules apply.
  • Post participants have 48 hours to initially post in this thread, then 24 hours every post after that. Should a participant take any longer than this, they should be disqualified. In the event neither post within that time, both are disqualified.
  • The first post should be both participants entering the arena, and starting the match on the second post.
  • The arena is of solid stone, and circular, with a 20 meter diameter. Ring outs, however, are not in effect. The arena elevates off the ground roughly 2 meters, and has stairs leading up to it.
  • All other tournament rules as detailed in the event page apply.
  • Good luck, and have fun.

#2Noel Raion 

on Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:10 am

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Maarschalk
Don't slip and break your azz







A man appeared from the shadows of the tunnel.

The semifinals brought more people than before. As he exited the tunnel; the shadows ominously seemed to follow him until he approached the stairs. The strong magical seals and barriers prevented the figure from using his dark magic. This wasn’t very surprising; the tournament had incredibly strong judges and referees that could obliterate most participants with general ease. Having this in mind, the figure begun walking on the stairs. In his right hand laid the shape of something familiar. A yellow fruit, or rather: the yellow peelings from a yellow colored fruit. The tall individual took steps onto the arena, before he threw it into the air whilst simultaneously moving forwards.  He assumed fighting stance from the get-go. From the moment that he stepped into the arena, he would hold this stance at his upmost capabilities. This meant that his way of running and walking were specialized towards combat. The way he walked was by letting the balm of his feet go off the ground first, and be the first one to contact the ground after moving. It was a movement like a boxer. When he ran, he ran as fast as he could.

Instead of wearing a dark robe that made him resemble a grim reaper, Maarschalk had decided to change it around. He’s switched his robe out with a new robe, a bath-robe. The rest of his body was bare, open to the public. Only exception were his shoes. They were dress shoes. Had anyone questioned Maarschalk why he was wearing a bath robe; he’d blame the person he’s fighting – because he was convinced that his opponents guild had pulled some shenanigans, by stealing Maarschalks clothing while he bathed.

Maarschalk awaited for his opponent at the center of the arena, ready to start the fight at a moment’s notice.


#3Arisa 

on Thu Jan 26, 2017 9:43 am

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Arisa
Smiley face

Arisa sighed softly, taking a deep breather before walking through the hall that would enter in the actual arena. She couldn’t believe that she has gotten this far, but truly her luck would end soon enough. Her brown lioness eyes that were like melted chocolates would pierce forward and see her opponent. She heard the name, yet she didn’t see the guy yet. Her short-like hair of silky brown would tickle the sides of her neck as she swayed her hips forward. Her arms would dangle against her sides as she had reason to prepare herself as she walked out of these halls or so called tunnels. ‘Can I truly do this?’ she wondered to herself as she felt worrisome.

This event will end either a victory or a calamity. She was finally walking outside as the flashing light would gaze upon her body and soul. Her cream colored skin would glisten and shine from the light as her flawless, yet florid completion was truly shown.  Her eyes would catch the eye of her opponent. ‘W-what is he wearing?! Why...?’ she thought and tried to fall back her blushing. Her eyes stared at him in a calming way or at least tried to. Was he not going to say anything? Why did he feel similar? Something felt amiss. Arisa tried to ignore the fact that he was wearing just a bathrobe and his shoes. As she walked out her black and white shoes would step upon this stone arena.

She was wearing latex-like mid-calf length Capri pants. Around her waist would be a white belt that had a white flower on it. The shirt she was wearing was a black off-the-shoulder long sleeve crop top. Due to the fashion of the shirt, it makes it look like she is also wearing a collar while the shirt is held from the back. In her hair she was wearing a flower-like shaped hair clip. As she walked up to about five feet away from the stairs, she would get into her posture to where her left hand would cover her area of her stomach and chest while her right hand would be just a few inches away from her chin. Her right foot out a little forward while her left foot be positioned back a little. ''Seated Might..'' she'd whisper and looked at him. Her eyes concentrated towards him. If he wasn’t going to say anything, then she wasn’t going to.



Seated Might:
Seated's Might: The user emits an aura that increases their Strength with 10 points.

#4Noel Raion 

on Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:01 am

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Maarschalk
The Master.







The banana thrown earlier laid peacefully on the cold arena. The audience had been cheering from start to end, truly it was a spectacle seeing it fall out of the sky.

‘Didn’t even get to know your name, tsk tsk.’

As soon as Maarschalk was given the signal by the referee that the fight had started, he had begun to move towards his opponent. Her creamy pasty white ass nearly acted as a mirror, reflecting the sun into every direction. The robe of Maarschalk parted whilst he ran, arriving at an arm’s length away from his opponent who seemed to lock gazes. His teal blue gaze spoke of anger and fury; whereas her pupils spoke of tranquility. The great Maarschalk is relentless. No hesitation was to be found within his actions. It took but a whimsical moment to confront his opponent with great justice. His right shoulder was in front of his body as he moved. He brought his right hand closer to his left arm, slightly arching it; this was accomplished prior to arriving at a distance close enough to strike her.

The way he dealt his version of justice was by using his right arm like a whip. His arm found its speed immediately; his whip-like arm targeted her throat. Crushing her windpipe would most likely stop the battle. His right arm exhibited agility and flexibility that only few humans ever would achieve. Had she not moved in time, his hand could with great ease stop her ability to breathe for the remainder of the short fight. Maarschalks left arm was prepared to swat away any incoming fist or leg. His hand covered the front area of his torso. Maarschalk had no intentions exchanging blows, this was going to be a one-way-street where he dominates with overwhelming brute force. Maarschalk brought a wave of pure unadulterated violence. Given the opportunity, Maarschalk would retaliate appropriately at any given signs of offense. Of course, he certainly had the defensive force in mind as well. He wouldn’t allow his arm to overextend and cause it to end up in a vulnerable position. On the only exception being that he would allow it if it meant that he was to knock her out without receiving damage that would impact the match. His left arm was prepared for any kind of counter attack; in many ways. Should his foe use her arms to guard the location that Maarschalk was trying to hit, his left arm would move in and attempt to counter her guard – by either taking advantage of the fact that she’d have to expose parts of her body to Maarschalk. Maybe this was the day he could grab a titty and get away with it. Letting her go away certainly wasn't something Maarschalk would allow. They had been close to the edge of the fighting grounds. Moving left or right would mean that Maarschalk could easily strike her by readjusting where his arm is aimed at. Going back wasn't an option either; because of the short distance between him, her, and the edge of the plateau. It would most likely leave Maarschalk in range to hit her unless she decided to walk off of the plateau and hold onto the edge with her fingers.

Streaks of amber shortly after dripped onto the ground.

Had the hit landed, and knocked Arisa out, Maarschalk would move backwards, and then trash talk his opponent, because he basically beat her with a dab.

#5Arisa 

on Thu Jan 26, 2017 9:43 pm

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Arisa
Smiley face

There she stood in her stance starring at him. The referee was yet to do the call to signal that the match has started. Her brown eyes looked at him as she saw his bathrobe, dark hair and his rather mysterious solid eyes. ''Name's Arisa...'' she would whisper softly as she tried to hold her confidence. She had to have some at least even if this dude was freaking seven feet tall and one inch - taller than her by a lot. He looked built, but before she could really look at this guy the referee would back away after signalling. Softly she'd breathe as he would come for her after the fact he took off his robe. Her innocence was gladly pure, therefore she would ignore what most females wouldn't as he went for her.

He would begin in a south paw stance. He would whip his right arm down towards her throat. This long arm strike would give her the opportunity to duck with her arms arching over her face and hand over her head. Her elbows would be over her chest and her hands would deflect the blows. She would dash quickly towards the inside of him starring at his defensive left hand all-the-while she was rushing inward, but her arms were still defensive as she closed the distance between her and his torso. If he were not to react within the time at all she would go for a cheap shot under the chin. However he were to react at all, her hands were remain a defensive posture over her head, ready to act and deflect any attack that he would throw at her.



Seated Might:
Seated's Might: The user emits an aura that increases their Strength with 10 points.
Spoiler:
It would be down due to the fact that in height difference she would be standing against his lower chest area.

#6Noel Raion 

on Fri Jan 27, 2017 2:34 am

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Maarschalk
The Master.







OOC:
Calling my hits.

  • She would dash quickly towards the inside of him starring at his defensive left hand all-the-while she was rushing inward, but her arms were still defensive as she closed the distance between her and his torso.
  • His left arm was prepared for any kind of counter attack; in many ways. Should his foe use her arms to guard the location that Maarschalk was trying to hit, his left arm would move in and attempt to counter her guard – by either taking advantage of the fact that she’d have to expose parts of her body to Maarschalk.
  • Her elbows would be over her chest and her hands would deflect the blows.

    This allows me to use my left hand to punch you as you duck down, because you made a defensive move. Your bit where you observe my defensive hand is also null, because I wrote that my hand would react to your movement, and as you reacted defensively, my hand would punch instead of remaining in a defensive position. For your elbows to be above your chest, your hands would have to be around your head. You can't deflect blows from that position if I go below your chest.

    IC

    Maarschalks whip-like arm had missed, perhaps he didn't arch his arm enough for it to connect. This wasn't important anymore though, his arm was over her entire body. Her back exposed to whatever momentum he could gain. Which is why he formed his whip-like arm into a fist now, with the flat side of his fist targeting her exposed back. His fist struck with great fury. Whilst this was happening, at the moment that his foe ducked; his left-arm reacted. Since it already was a lowered arm, Maarschalk moved it with great speed. Perhaps it wasn't fair -- but it was his justice. His left fist had been formed into an uppercut; targeting her soft stomach. More accurately, the area under her kidney.

    Having your kidney punched with absurd strength is one of the most painful things a human can experience. Maarschalks kidney-punch came a fracture of a second before his right arm had connected with her back. Which likely resulted in more momentum gained from both sides. The devastation that his right arm brought was enough to rattle every bone in her body, whilst the power that his left arm managed to gather would force every organ in her body to react and possibly shut down her thinking from all the pain. Maarschalk didn't wait for the referee to call the battle. Instead he queued up a next strike, moving his whip-like arm back whilst also moving the rest of his body forwards, attempting to push the female who had been trying to snuggle onto him to the ground. Only to discover that the match had to be called; as Maarschalk had won.

    'This is the end.'

  • #7Roman 

    on Fri Jan 27, 2017 10:11 am

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    Maars wrote:As soon as Maarschalk was given the signal by the referee that the fight had started, he had begun to move towards his opponent. Her creamy pasty white ass nearly acted as a mirror, reflecting the sun into every direction. The robe of Maarschalk parted whilst he ran, arriving at an arm’s length away from his opponent who seemed to lock gazes. His teal blue gaze spoke of anger and fury; whereas her pupils spoke of tranquility. The great Maarschalk is relentless. No hesitation was to be found within his actions. It took but a whimsical moment to confront his opponent with great justice. His right shoulder was in front of his body as he moved. He brought his right hand closer to his left arm, slightly arching it; this was accomplished prior to arriving at a distance close enough to strike her.

    The way he dealt his version of justice was by using his right arm like a whip. His arm found its speed immediately; his whip-like arm targeted her throat. Crushing her windpipe would most likely stop the battle. His right arm exhibited agility and flexibility that only few humans ever would achieve. Had she not moved in time, his hand could with great ease stop her ability to breathe for the remainder of the short fight. Maarschalks left arm was prepared to swat away any incoming fist or leg. His hand covered the front area of his torso. Maarschalk had no intentions exchanging blows, this was going to be a one-way-street where he dominates with overwhelming brute force. Maarschalk brought a wave of pure unadulterated violence. Given the opportunity, Maarschalk would retaliate appropriately at any given signs of offense. Of course, he certainly had the defensive force in mind as well. He wouldn’t allow his arm to overextend and cause it to end up in a vulnerable position. On the only exception being that he would allow it if it meant that he was to knock her out without receiving damage that would impact the match. His left arm was prepared for any kind of counter attack; in many ways. Should his foe use her arms to guard the location that Maarschalk was trying to hit, his left arm would move in and attempt to counter her guard – by either taking advantage of the fact that she’d have to expose parts of her body to Maarschalk. Maybe this was the day he could grab a titty and get away with it. Letting her go away certainly wasn't something Maarschalk would allow. They had been close to the edge of the fighting grounds. Moving left or right would mean that Maarschalk could easily strike her by readjusting where his arm is aimed at. Going back wasn't an option either; because of the short distance between him, her, and the edge of the plateau. It would most likely leave Maarschalk in range to hit her unless she decided to walk off of the plateau and hold onto the edge with her fingers.

    Streaks of amber shortly after dripped onto the ground.

    Had the hit landed, and knocked Arisa out, Maarschalk would move backwards, and then trash talk his opponent, because he basically beat her with a dab.

    Arisa wrote:There she stood in her stance starring at him. The referee was yet to do the call to signal that the match has started. Her brown eyes looked at him as she saw his bathrobe, dark hair and his rather mysterious solid eyes. ''Name's Arisa...'' she would whisper softly as she tried to hold her confidence. She had to have some at least even if this dude was freaking seven feet tall and one inch - taller than her by a lot. He looked built, but before she could really look at this guy the referee would back away after signalling. Softly she'd breathe as he would come for her after the fact he took off his robe. Her innocence was gladly pure, therefore she would ignore what most females wouldn't as he went for her.

    He would begin in a south paw stance. He would whip his right arm down towards her throat. This long arm strike would give her the opportunity to duck with her arms arching over her face and hand over her head. Her elbows would be over her chest and her hands would deflect the blows. She would dash quickly towards the inside of him starring at his defensive left hand all-the-while she was rushing inward, but her arms were still defensive as she closed the distance between her and his torso. If he were not to react within the time at all she would go for a cheap shot under the chin. However he were to react at all, her hands were remain a defensive posture over her head, ready to act and deflect any attack that he would throw at her.

    In the series of events that take place in order. Maars rushes forward throwing a hook like attack aimed at the wind pipe with left hand being reactive dependent on the opponents movements.

    Arisa Rushes in with guard up shortening the distance between them thus shortening reaction time. Due to taking a guard the reaction would have taken place and a punch would have fired off from the left as the took a guard while she dashed forward. You call his left hand defensive I call it free flow. Being able to attack or defend in a instant. This is where the action trap happens. He was already in striking distance by the time you moved in. You acknowledge this action in your post.

    Arisa wrote:This long arm strike would give her the opportunity to duck with her arms arching over her face and hand over her head. Her elbows would be over her chest and her hands would deflect the blows. She would dash quickly towards the inside of him starring at his defensive left hand all-the-while she was rushing inward, but her arms were still defensive as she closed the distance between her and his torso.

    Even if you moved past the right arm safely the left arm was hanging near the torso and could have easily hooked upward under your guard cause of how your guard was positioned to block your upper chest and head. Also not to mention he brought down the fist in the flat manner in the last post on your back

    Maars wrote:Maarschalks whip-like arm had missed, perhaps he didn't arch his arm enough for it to connect. This wasn't important anymore though, his arm was over her entire body. Her back exposed to whatever momentum he could gain. Which is why he formed his whip-like arm into a fist now, with the flat side of his fist targeting her exposed back. His fist struck with great fury. Whilst this was happening, at the moment that his foe ducked; his left-arm reacted. Since it already was a lowered arm, Maarschalk moved it with great speed. Perhaps it wasn't fair -- but it was his justice. His left fist had been formed into an uppercut; targeting her soft stomach. More accurately, the area under her kidney.

    Having your kidney punched with absurd strength is one of the most painful things a human can experience. Maarschalks kidney-punch came a fracture of a second before his right arm had connected with her back. Which likely resulted in more momentum gained from both sides. The devastation that his right arm brought was enough to rattle every bone in her body, whilst the power that his left arm managed to gather would force every organ in her body to react and possibly shut down her thinking from all the pain. Maarschalk didn't wait for the referee to call the battle. Instead he queued up a next strike, moving his whip-like arm back whilst also moving the rest of his body forwards, attempting to push the female who had been trying to snuggle onto him to the ground. Only to discover that the match had to be called; as Maarschalk had won.

    It would come down like a hammer not a punch think of a forceful pat on the back with a fist. In several ways he had you dead to rights as pointed above Arisa. Due to the series of actions we have a victor.

    #8Saewoo 

    on Fri Jan 27, 2017 10:17 am

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    Maarschalk has won the fight and will continue onto the final bout.

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