Members Choice - Round 2 [Whatever V Beatrix]

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Member's Choice Tournament
Round Two
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This post opens the second round of the Member's Choice Tournament!

We have Nine participants who fought tooth and nail to win the previous round and are still fighting to see which fighter is the best! We wish all of our contestants the best of luck! The winner contestant moves on to the next match, the losing member will be given a consolation prize. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the members will decide which members moves on. There is a 3 day [72 hours] time limit between posts.


Posting Order:  Beatrix then Whatever

Match ends: August 26, 2014.

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Something strange was happening above the Coliseum. Black clouds were gathering at an unusually fast rate, what on earth could be going on up there? Fear not, you wont have to ponder for long. After completely smothering the sky, the black clouds would spontaneously burst into a dazzling shade of gold! The golden clouds would begin to stretch and churn before finally bursting to reveal a magnificent tangle of golden circles with strange text in an unknown language swirling around them. The entangled circles spiraled upwards to create a mountain of sorts, and on top of this mountain sat a knight in golden armor upon a jewel encrusted throne. The knight looked down to the arena below, and spoke down to the combatants within. They would not have trouble hearing him, his voice was booming and clearer than a mid-day spring.

"Greetings, salutations, hello! I couldn't help but notice that you are having a little battle royal down here, and well I just had to come down and tell you that you're doing it all wrong! This arena you're fighting in, it's so...straight forward! Just looking at this environment of yours put me to sleep! And so I have decided to help you! From now on, every round shall be under my watchful eye! Each of you shall now fight in distinct arenas of my choosing! Isn't-That-GRAND!? Yes, yes it is! So be prepared, and preform well! I shall be watching!"

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The Knight's Throne shall remain in the sky for the rest of the tournament. Each match shall now have a unique arena.

WHATEVER AND BEATRIX, YOUR ARENA HAS BEEN CHOSEN!

Only moments after the two combatants would enter the normal battle arena, the entirety of Olympus Coliseum would fade and be replaced by the arch type of a Town of the Old West. The two opponents would find themselves standing in the middle of the town's only street, with lines of wooden buildings standing wearily on both sides. No life seems to be present.

The voice of the knight sounded off once more:

"Prepare yourselves! COMMENCE!!!"

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The fight had ended with a 'draw' being the result at a first glance. Both the warriors in the arena were still standing on their feet, each having taken attacks and dished them out at the same time. To Beatrix, the General of Alexandria, this was the first time she had ever experienced an opponent for fought, staying on their feet after several attacks. It was unheard of. It was impossible. She was the 'Slayer of One Hundred men' and now there was a blight against that title. Having said that though, the previous bout was not one to the death and the red-haired man was not an enemy of Alexandria, therefore, he did not receive the full power of the Paladin. She had no hatred for him. No desire to kill him and most importantly, no reason to kill him. That was the deciding factor at the end of the day. She had restrained herself because of the Tournament's rules as well as the fact he was not her enemy. It was not an easy battle though and letting up for a second against him any more then she already had, would have been costly, both to her chances of advancing and to her own well being.

The battle had been put behind her though and slowly, she hobbled out of the arena and back into the lobby where the others warriors were gathered, healing and tending their own wounds if they had any. Beatrix's feet were in bad shape, thanks to the magma floor from earlier. The metal armoured boots she always wore were half melted; half melted away and half melted onto her flesh. Every step was painful. Every step brought a wince to Beatrix's lips now that the adrenaline of the fight had worn off. She pressed on though, slowly, carefully, until she reached a spot on a bench and took a sit down. Chestnut hair tumbled before her left eye as she leaned forth and glanced down at her feet. It wasn't particularly pretty to look at and the General frowned that her once pretty feet were burnt and unrecognisable. Fortunately though, the young woman was a skilled Paladin, both in swordplay and magical arts. A cure spell would fix her up enough so that she could stand without too much pain. Her icy stare also noticed that the bottoms of her brown leggings were also burnt, revealing the bare skin of her legs underneath. She felt her cheeks redden slightly. She wasn't too bothered about the open duster revealing the rather low cut vest underneath, displaying herself somewhat generously to onlookers, but her legs seemed to be a different matter entirely.

Regaining her composure, she readied herself to cast a spell, when that dirty little goat-man from earlier clopped his way towards her and skidded to a halt right in front of her. Beatrix blinked and stared down at the little guy, who was still smaller then her even though she was sitting down, as he caught his breath.
”Huuhh... Huuhhhh... Huff...”
Little Phil straightened up and ran his arm across his forehead.
”Beatrix... Huff, results are in... and you're heading into Round Two. Good job.”
The chestnut-haired woman lowered her head in preperation to bow and was about to respond when the satyr spoke up again, his tiny arm pointing off to his right in the direction of a simple looking stone bowl on a small pedestal. The sound of gentle trickling water coming from within the bowl.
”Head over to tha' there fountain. The water tastes pretty bitter, but it's magic; from Olympus itself. It'll heal any an' all wounds you suffer 'ere in the Arena. Go 'ave a sip of tha' instead of wastin' yer energy casting yer own magic."

The tiny goat fellow then turned tail and headed off on his way. Beatrix was left with her right hand raised, index finger pointing up and her lips pursed as if she were about to say something, but her arm flopped back down and her lips pouted subtly as the little satyr teetered off. Her gaze then turned to the fountain and she raises an eyebrow, before she painfully pushed herself to her feet and slowly plodded over to it. The fountain was plain and simple, carved to perfection mind you. The stone was silky smooth to the touch and the water within was clearer then anything she had ever laid eyes on before. It was beautiful to look upon. A subtle scrap of stone on stone reached her ears as the Paladin took hold of the small stone cup and dipped it into the water. Bringing it to her lips and taking a sip, she pulled an awkward expression, like she had just bitten into a slice of lemon. The water was incredibly bitter, but she felt it's effects instantly as her icy gaze shot down to observe her feet, watching them literally mend themselves along with her boots and her leggings too. She felt as good as a new and her attire was fixed along with her. She raised the small stone cup up at arms length and allowed a smile to appear on her lips.
Incredible...
A tiny stone 'clack' came from Beatrix putting the cup back down before she headed back to her spot on the bench, resting and relaxing for the next set of rounds to behind.

Sometime later, about an hour or so, her name was called out and she made her way over to her waiting arena, glancing up at the massive wooden doors that separated her from the arena. The crowds were cheering as loudly as they were from the first round and she felt the goosebumps on her arms once more. She smiled, wondering who or what was going to be waiting for her in the middle of the arena this time. After the unpredictability of the red-head, she had absolutely no idea whom her next opponent would be. A loud wooden creak came from before her as Beatrix's door opened up, revealing the brightly lit arena from before. Her smile was still present on her lips as she made her way out into the view of the crowds, whom all started to cheer louder at the sight of her. Was this how Zidane felt when he competed in the Festival of the Hunt? It felt... good. The General's eye was lowered from the cheering and chanting audience, over to where she saw the red-head standing in her first match, only to see no one else there. She was coming out first then, it seemed. That was fine with her. Something did feel different this time around though and slowly, Beatrix raised her head, her chestnut hair tumbling off her shoulders and down her back as she glanced to the sky, taking note of the golden throne that seemed to be hovering there by it's own accord.

Then everything went black for a second, causing the young Paladin to look back ahead of her, wondering if her opponent had already revealed themselves and had attacked her without her looking. A second passed and the light returned, but the chestnut-haired woman found herself in an entirely new area. The cheering fans had gone, the ancient stone pillars and the whole of the arena itself had vanished into thin air. What stood before her instead was a long straight dusty street. Wooden buildings lined either side of the street with horse drawn carts, minus the horses, 'parked' here and there outside certain buildings. The closest one of said carts seemed to have been parked outside a building with a big wooden sign reading 'SALOON' above the door. Confusion entered the young woman's mind as she slowly moved her arm, reaching for the handle of her sword. That was when the wind blew past and Beatrix felt it brush against her right leg, feeling as if she weren't wearing her leggings. Ever more confused by this, the General of Alexandria glanced down at herself and widened her eye in surprise at the sight of her attire changing as well as the area she stood in.

((OOC – Click for Beatrix's 'Western' outfit!))

Her white duster had vanished and she now wore a brown, cropped, low cut vest that clung to her figure rather nicely, revealing her stomach from the bottom of her ribcage down to her waist. Durable brown leather gloves covered her hands and went up to just shy of her shoulders, belts around her upper arms stopping them from slipping down. Around her waist were two belts, one her original belt that had Save the Queen resting against her left thigh and a second belt with a stranger little open topped pocket hanging down, a solid looking Six Shooter in the holster. Beatrix didn't even know what that thing was and as such, left it well enough alone in it's holster. On her legs she wore a pair of tight blue jeans that clung to her legs and hips. The right leg was missing entirely and had her bare skin on show, causing her cheeks to flush and redden a fair bit. The left leg had two large cuts across the upper thigh. On her feet were some surprisingly comfortable leather boots, reaching her knees. Finally, sitting upon her head, was a brown cowboy hat, keeping most of her hair out of her left eye. The General just stood there, looking at herself for a while, confused and shocked to see the world around her change along with her attire. She felt naked, with all this much skin on show, but remembering that her trust blade was at her side, she quickly seemed to feel better, the blush remaining on her cheeks though.

Remembering also that she were in a Tournament, the young woman drew her sword and held the blade before her, waiting and watching to see who or what would appear to face her.

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		WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...
A sight escaped the Heartless' lips as he trudged slowly around the coliseum. He did seem to find strange opponents constantly, it made it interesting who he'd face next every single time, but the beating at the end was a bit disastrous, even if he was used to getting beat around. My life's nothing but fighting... or rather both lives? Or am I considered dead like this? Whatever... As he moved about, he settled himself on a bench to rest for a while. Well, at least there's the crazy healing fountain thing, whatever it was... He honestly didn't care for one bit. The Heartless just continued to keep himself occupied with the things he knew when he wasn't trying to find the reason for his existence. It was honestly one of the few things that had kept his mind running. Almost so far that he barely recalled the days he acted like a true Heartless, he never did find out what happened to that Night Keyblader... "Oy! Nameless... Or Whatever... Why can't ye just have a name..." sounded grumbling after as the goatman showed up, the Heartless raised an eyebrow, what's with everyone and names? Honestly... "results are in and yer up, get goin'!" The satyr moved on. "Right..." he grumbled as he pulled himself off his feet again, not really knowing who he was facing next. It wasn't like there was much point for him to look at the boards or anything either, seeing he couldn't read. So all that was left... was to just head out and see for himself what kind of opponent he would face this time. Moving out into the arena, the Heartless scratched his head, before the spectacle in the air suddenly started. What... staring upward, he wasn't sure what to make of this guy before suddenly the throne, the knight, and even the entire arena had vanished and in its stead there was... some strange landscape with wooden buildings. The road was made of sand and looking past the buildings he saw more sand, there were wooden carriages and he noted his hood... had changed. It had suddenly more shadow. Also his mouth was covered by something. Moving his hand to his head, he pulled off the hat and looked over its rims before noticing his arms had all sorts of straps hanging from them. The Heartless blinked confused as he started to study his arms before moving on to looking down at his body, it was nothing like his usual wear, but less dirty and destroyed. He didn't have his hair out in the air that often, though. He wasn't too bothered by the cloth covering his mouth right now, so ignored it. Scratching his head again, his focus turned to where he saw his opponent, a woman wielding a blade with a similarly strange outfit. "Euh... Hello and..." he shrugged a bit confused, "uhm... Not really used to the strange reality warping..." He then bended his arm and tried to throw his hat at the woman, but the throw didn't work too well with the hat and it flew against a carriage at the side. The Heartless shrugged and raised his arm into the air, "good luck!" He sounded more confident as Darkness gathered around his arm and took shape as he brought it down. The Darkness stretched and took the shape what appeared to be a rifle before a scope was added and the Heartless now wielded a Sniper Rifle. "Hmm..." he aimed the rifle at Beatrix while they were still at a distance and fired a shot at her right arm.
Actions [1] Hat Toss... okay, this isn't an ability, but Whatever threw his hat away. [2] Created the Sniper Rifle and fired at Beatrix' arm. [3] N/A Outfit Click to view! The Cries of an Item d6 ~ 6: Sniper Rifle: Four posts active.
Words: 613 Tags: Beatrix Notes: Good luck, brother!!
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There was still a light brush gracing the cheeks of the General of Alexandria due to her outfit that she wore, but she focused her mind on the task at hand and did her best to ignore the revealing of her right leg. There didn't appear to be any one else here at all, no one to stare at her. What happened anyway, to the crowds that had come to watch the matches of the tournament? What happened to the Arena itself? The young woman just stood her ground and wielded her blade before her in a tight, two-handed grip. The leather gloves she wore gripped onto the handle securely and creaked subtly instead of hearing the armour rustle against itself. The same was true with her boots, also leather over her armoured boots. She shifted her foot to the side a fraction and once more heard the creak of leather over the rattle of armoured plates. That was when she realized she could possibly act more stealthy when in this outfit. The long duster that would catch and whip about in the wind would no longer happen, since she no longer wore it, giving her a possible advantage. That was when she heard a sound from up ahead, to which she stopping looking at herself and sent her icy stare ahead of her.

A man had appeared and seemed to be wearing a style of clothing that was similar to her own, except for his covered a lot more of his body. Light brown pants with a dark brown shirt, both with these funny looking tassel dangling parts all down the arms and legs. A matching coloured bandanna covered his face and the same coloured hat sat upon his head. He looked confused and unsure of himself and this was all that Beatrix needed to view within his eyes for her to realize that he was her opponent within the Tournament she had entered. If he were from this world, he'd not have looked at himself the way he did. The chestnut-haired woman frowned at the sight of him. Something felt off about him. It was difficult to try and explain... But it seemed like he was both there and not there at the same time. She could see him, sure, but it was hard to 'feel' him. That red-haired guy from her first match had a powerful warrior's aura. She could feel it coming off of him. This dark attired stranger though... there was nothing. This worried the Paladin of Alexandria greatly.

The stranger spoke and greeted the General, followed by admitting he wasn't used to the 'reality warping'. What exactly was 'reality warping'? Such words were never used on Alexandria and the General just narrowed her eyes a fraction at the strangers use of said words. Then he offered her some good luck.
”By that, I assume you are my next opponent. To which I return your words. Good luck to you.”
That reassured her slightly that this stranger WAS her opponent and not some civilian of the world. Her stance didn't change a fraction though, as she waited and watched the man ahead of her as he seemed to be doing the same thing to her. The fact that Beatrix couldn't 'feel' anything from guy, meant it was incredibly difficult to try and figure out what type of fighter he was. There were no visible weapons on him, apart from he too had those strange open pocket things with the Six Shooters in. Not that she knew what a Six Shooter was. Guns didn't exist on Gaia. A gust of wind blew down the street, catching the hat that the strange tossed her way and caused it to blow past her, off down the street behind.

Beatrix of Alexandria didn't flinch as the hat zipped past. She kept her eyes on the man before her and just waited for him to reveal the type of warrior he was. Ranged? Melee? Spell casting? A Summoner? It was impossible to tell... Her eyes did widen slightly a the sight of the Darkness gathering about his arm. What on Gaia was he doing? What was that stuff about his arm? She'd never seen anything like that before in all her travels and battles. The Darkness seemed to morph itself into a shape, a long wooden stick with metal parts covering certain areas. Then something that looked like a telescope was placed on the top of it, before the stranger wielding the stick pointed it in her direction. Beatrix's eyes narrowed and she flexed her knees, digging her feet into the dusty floor, ready to move if needs be.
”What i--”
Beatrix was cut off by a loud bang coming from before her. It made her flinch and startled the young woman before she felt a searing pain rocket through her right arm, an unknown force picking her up off her feet and tossing her backwards in a spin. She landed heavily upon her back after rotating fully once, Save the Queen flipping past her and stabbing upright into the ground.

” A-aaa... W-wha..?”
She glanced to her right, her entire body shaking when she noticed the unsightly hole through her right arm, the ground beneath her shoulder staining crimson quickly. The pain was unknown to her. It felt like being stabbed, but faster... and more powerful and with a blade as hot as Hades' forge. Her left arm instinctively clamped over the wound tightly, causing her to scream out loudly from the pain, which only grow to whole new levels never experienced before. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes tightly, taking in a sharp breath of air through her teeth before she kicked up her legs and rolled herself backwards onto her feet in a crouch. Whirling around, she hissed violently as she moved her right arm, her fingers grabbing the handle of Save the Queen as she tugged it free from the ground and proceeded to sprint towards the Saloon. Diving through the swinging doors, she rolled back up onto her feet before leaping over the bar and huddling down on the other side. Here, she dropped Save the Queen that clattered against the wooden floor, before a brilliant green glow suddenly started to surround the Paladin, which extended to light up half of the Saloon's ground floor. Focusing the light and the energy she was spending, Beatrix cast Cura upon herself and watched with relieved eyes as the gaping hole through her right arm healed itself, leaving behind a nasty looking scar.

Flexing her right hands to and from a fist was a little stiff, but the pain was no where near as bad as it was. That caused her left eye to narrow dangerously, her teeth gritting together as she reached for Save the Queen and brought the weapon close to her. Crawling along under the height of the bar counter, she reached the gap were the staff could enter and poked her head out, checking the windows at the far end of the room to see if the stranger with that exploding stick had started searching for her.
I don't know what that stick is... but he is never hitting me with that again...
Rolling past the gap within the bar, ending up hiding on the other side, Beatrix crawled over to where the piano was pushing up against the wall, where she stood up and pressed herself against the wall and the piano itself. Her icy stare remained locked on the far side, glancing through each window and the door itself, waiting to see if the stranger showed up. This guy was going to pay dearly for the pain he just put the General of Alexandria through.

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Actions

1. Cast Cura upon herself to heal the bullet wound.

2. Had started to hide within the Saloon, waiting for a chance to attack.

3. N/A

Cool Downs

Cura -- 3 Post Cool Down --

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A medium strength white magic spell that can heal the target of moderate injuries and restore a medium amount of stamina. Beatrix can cast this spell either upon herself or on an ally. A soothing, warm glow will surround Beatrix before she casts the spell upon her target, who will then gain the holy aura and have their wounds healed and stamina restored.
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		WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...
As the bullet was fired, the Heartless' right arm did feel a bit sore from the feedback as the rifle did hit back. However, it was nothing to worry about, no... it was the sudden scream and sight of the woman clinging to the arm he had hit that made him blink for a second. I sort of feel like saying 'surprise' to that, actually, he thought to himself and scratched his head as he watched the woman suddenly grab her weapon again and flee into one of the buildings. That'd be a bit... sadistic? 'Whatever' shrugged and lowered his weapon to his side in one arm. He knew he wouldn't be able to use the weapon one-handed, or he'd just be hurting himself, but he wanted to currently have a free arm for his next course of actions. Thinking about what had happened thus far, the Heartless was assuming that the woman didn't recognise the kind of weapon he held, otherwise she hadn't just stood there and get hit like that. No, a person who recognised this weapon would've went for cover almost immediately in the most likely scenario. It did make the Heartless feel like he had an upper hand if he kept the rifle with him instead of switching weapons for now. Stretching out his arm towards the building the woman had rushed into, more Darkness started to gather as he opened his palm towards the weapon. A light smirk played on the Heartless' face as he tried to cast a spell, and as sudden as he cast, suddenly his form faded and the Heartless vanished from his position. Inside the saloon, the Heartless reappeared back as he had used Teleport, ending up behind the bar. The Heartless looked a bit confused as he lowered his arm, I think... Ah, who cares... he wasn't sure what just happened and looked around from behind the bar before noticing the woman taking peeks towards the windows and door. Again he pulled up his rifle, aiming at the woman's left arm this time, unless she had noticed his appearance. Should I announce myself? He wondered before he fired another bullet at the woman.
Actions [1] Used Teleport to get behind the bar. [2] Used the Sniper Rifle to fire at Beatrix' other arm. [3] N/A Outfit Click to view! The Cries of an Item Sniper Rifle: Three posts active. The Cries of a Spell d6 ~ 6: Teleport: Two posts cooldown.
Words: 368 Tags: Beatrix Notes: It took a bit between him teleporting and pulling up his rifle, just saying... o.o;
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That exploding stick resulted in the General believing that whoever her opponent was preferred to fight at range, much like the red-haired man she faced in the round prior to this one. Only that said exploding stick was capable of dealing fatal wounds next to instantly. Whatever that thing was, she wished it never to exist within the world of Gaia. Who knew the untold destruction that would occur if an enemy wielding an exploding stick threatened Alexandria. No, such a thought had to be forgotten. For starters, this was a tournament and people from who knew where, were coming to compete. There was no rules on what weapons one could use, only that death and killing off of your opponent was banned. Lucky for her too, for if that exploding stick her caught her in the chest, she'd be dead. Simple as that. The chestnut-haired woman felt a horrible chill go down her spine at such a thought and she shook her head from side to side to shake it free of her mind.
Just relax. You know what that stick does now. Just keep your eyes open and stay alert...
She reassured herself as she kept her attention over towards the windows and swinging doors of the Saloon.

Various circle wooden tables were placed around the large room, with small glasses on most of them accompanied by square bottles of bronze liquid. Playing cards were on a few of the tables and small holes caused from bullets were spread throughout the walls, letting in small rays of sunlight from outside. But where were the people? The fact that glasses and drink were on the tables meant that the civilians were here at some point, right? The Paladin's gaze was returned to the windows and door as she forced herself to ignore the missing civilians. She had an exploding stick to worry about.

It was then that she felt like something was wrong. If the stranger with the stick caught on that she was hiding, then perhaps he too was going to try and be stealthy and take her by surprise. Beatrix frowned at the thought and she glanced behind her to see if there were any windows or doors behind her that the stranger could enter the building through. Much to her own surprise mind, said stranger was spotted behind the bar of which she hid behind moments ago, his exploding stick pointed in her direction. She gasped and pushed herself off the wall, the piano panging as the bullet fired smashed into it, causing unrepairable damage to the instrument. Bouncing off the wooden Saloon floor with her back, Beatrix flipped onto her feet and dug her heels hard into the floor, launching herself towards the bar. Holding Save the Queen down near her knees, the Paladin swung the two-handed sword upwards in a hard swing, slicing the blade deep into the wooden bar, causing a large slice to be cut clean from it. Several splinters of wood were flung in Whatever's direction, along with a couple broken shot glasses and a broke bottle of whiskey. With Save the Queen now held over her head from the first swing, Beatrix let out a yell as he jumped forth, unleashing her Climhazzard attack. The downward swing of Save the Queen was aimed for Whatever's own shoulder, wanting to cut his arm off entirely as repayment, but regardless of if that happened or not, Beatrix made sure to swing her blade far enough so that the blade struck the wooden floor.

The moment this happened, a massive orange explosion suddenly erupted from Beatrix's position, blasting away most of the bar, the wooden shelves behind the bar with all the bottles of liquor on, as well as the back wall of the Saloon itself, blasting the lot into millions and millions of splinters of wood and glass. The explosion travelled a good twenty feet to the sides, above and in front of Beatrix, resulting in a loud wooden groan to come from overhead. Glancing upwards and realizing that the second floor was about to collapse down due to the back wall being blown out, Beatrix turned about and sprinted out of the Saloon's swinging doors, where she dashed across the street and ran into the building opposite, a General Store. Not looking back, the General of Alexandria slipped through into the back room of the Store and then decided to stop, resting for a second to catch her breath from the sprinting. As she did so, she glanced around the corner of the door frame and looked out the General Store's door over towards the Saloon, that had dust and debris coming out the now swinging doors after the second floor had collapsed down onto the bar, hopefully upon Whatever. She frowned and stayed hidden here for now, waiting to see what had become of her opponent.

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Actions

1. Instinctively rolled away from Whatever's second shot.

2. Charged the bar towards Whatever and attacked with a sword combo of two strikes, first a simple upward slice to clear a gap in the bar, followed by Climhazzard aimed at Whatever's right arm.

3. Sprinted away from the Saloon when the second floor collapsed, where she took refuge in the General Store and is now hiding.

Cool Downs

Cura -- 2 Post Cool Down.

Climhazzard -- 3 Post Cool Down --

SPOILER: Click to show

A Seiken ability that can strike multiple targets if they are grouped too close together. Gathering energy into herself in perpetration for the attack, Beatrix charges an opponent and attacks with a powerful swing of Save the Queen, dealing Medium damage. If the strike hits the enemy successfully or even striking a blocking weapon or piece of armour, a large orange explosion will erupt from the point of impact and attempt to blow away nearby enemies within a 20 feet radius of Beatrix, dealing Medium damage.
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		WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...
Watching his shot ruin the piano, the Heartless raised an eyebrow at the quick movement of the paladin. As he kept track of the woman, she seemed to suddenly push herself in his direction before the bar in front of him got destroyed and he turned his rifle more in front of him to block from anything to end up in his face as he tried to keep track of what was going on. Oh, joy, he thought when the woman yelled and came at him, having his rifle held up, he tried to stop her from destroying his shoulder and arm, managing to push himself also a bit back to avoid getting his arm too hurt, albeit the rifle was completely unuseable now. It was the explosion that followed that came completely unexpected as the Heartless was blasted backwards into the wall with all the bottles and glass in it, feeling the shards pierce into his back. Gritting his teeth, he let out a bit of a shriek before the wall collapsed and he ended up collapsing down on the floor with the booze, glass, and woodchips all covering him. "Ow?" He looked up at the ceiling that was coming down, "oh, damn this shit," the rifle in his hands faded as a ring appeared around him using Inhale. Putting the effect immediately in use, he brought his arms up and used Cry as the ring suddenly caused a completely black area around him before firing out in a shockwave in an attempt to protect him from most of the debris that came down upon him. The ceiling and parts of the second floor was sent flying in the shockwave, albeit the shockwave was weak from only inhaling one skill and more pain came as the rest of the building collapsed atop of him. Lay under parts of wood, feeling the pain everywhere, the Heartless was in no means happy about all this. A sigh came and he closed his eyes while listening to the surroundings. The debris on him did cover him good for the moment.
Actions [1] Used the Sniper Rifle as a shield to block the sword attack. [2] Used Inhale to consume the Sniper Rifle. [3] Used Cry to block some of the debris falling on 'Whatever' and lessen the impact. Outfit Click to view! The Cries of an Item Sniper Rifle: Two posts cooldown. The Cries of a Spell Teleport: One post cooldown. The Screams of a Shadow Inhale: Three post cooldown. Cry: One post cooldown.
Words: 352 Tags: Beatrix Notes: Welp, that wasn't really expected.
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The sounds of the Saloon collapsing down upon itself continued for quite some time before the area finally fell silent again. The dust was settling and the wooden clattering and creaking of the Saloon finally ceased. Slowly the General of Alexandria peered around the wooden door frame she hid beside, glancing over the general store's counter and through the main entrance/exit to the shop. There didn't seem to be any sign of the stranger that had caused the wound to her shoulder earlier on. Had he been caught under the collapsing second floor and was trapped? The icy-blue eye of the Paladin narrowed a fraction as she frowned, wondering what the man with the exploding stick could be plotting. She didn't want to be anywhere near that stranger while he had said exploding stick in his hands. Beatrix really didn't want to get hit by that thing again. As such, she remained hidden within the general store, taking a quick glance around herself to see where she had ended up after escaping the Saloon. A door was across the room and on the left wall, the glass window fitted in the door showing the door lead outside again. Good, at least she had an escape route from here if the stranger with the stick decided to enter through the front door.

The room itself was ordinary. Small and cramped with goods and stock piled up in various piles and places. A sturdy looking iron safe was partially hidden behind a couple stacked wooden crates, most likely containing the earnings from the business. That might have made Zidane's eyes light up with desire, but Beatrix herself just glanced away and returned her stare to the front of the store, checking to see if her opponent in the Tournament had managed to dig himself free and had begun searching for her. No sign of him just yet and the General of Alexandria felt a little guilty about the way she had attacked him. She had only meant for the blast of Climhazzard to hit her opponent, not to take out half the building and have it collapse upon itself. That was someone's home after all.
I can only offer my apologies, people of this world. Under other circumstances, i'd gladly offer to pay for the damages. There does happen to be someone with a magic fiery stick getting in the way though.
The chestnut-haired woman thought to herself as she felt a wave of sadden wash over her. Her icy left eye glanced down to her feet, where she remembered she was still wearing these foreign clothes and that the while of her right leg was bare for all to see.

Fighting back the blush, Beatrix felt like she had stayed here long enough and quickly she pushed herself up from her hiding spot, making her way to the side exit of the general store. Exiting back outside, between the store and another building, Beatrix slowly and lightly stepped back towards the street, keeping her body pressed against the store's wall and Save the Queen tight in her gloved grip. When she could see the Saloon without being out in the open, the Paladin of Queen Garnet, knelt down and picked up a fist-sized rock from the dusty floor, to which she tossed over towards the Saloon. A pane of glass shattered as the rock collided with it, before the hard stone bounced upon the wooden floor of the Saloon. She then crouched down slightly and flexed the fingers of her left hand about the handle of her trusty blade, keeping a keen eye focused on all possible exits of the Saloon, waiting and watching to see where her opponent would come from. If he still had that exploding stick, she was going to be ready for it. She had a couple of spells that she could use from a distance to try and subdue the stranger if it came down to it, but after how her Blind spell failed to work against the red-haired man from her last fight, she questioned using it again.

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Actions

1. Tossed a rock at the Saloon to see if it provoked a reaction from Whatever.

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Cool Downs

Cura - - 1 Post Cool Down

Climhazzard - - 2 Post Cool Down

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Silence, it seemed a bit nice for the moment as the Heartless lay there, then a sound was heard. Like a cracking window, eh, he wasn't even sure what to do with all of this. Placing his hands on the heaviest part of the junk that was laying atop of him, he tried to cast a spell. Then from his hands was shot a bolt of Darkness that broke through the rubble, splitting into four as pieces of rubble flew all around in the air. The Darkra spell then vanished in puffs in the air. Pushing himself back to his feet while the pain went through his body, he crawled half through the rubble out of the pile. Choosing the opposite side of where he heard the last sound that could've indicated where his opponent may be. Yet, he knew that all this was making enough sounds to call the opponent to his very location. "At least I'm not dead," he told himself as he gritted his teeth from the pain as felt some pieces of wood scrape into his shoulder as he passed forth and finally got fully to his feet, sticking somewhat out of the rubble as he crawled onward. Black smoke rose from most of his body as it was covered in wounds and not much of the new garb he wore remained intact. Bah, in his hands, Darkness swirled and then it shaped into a blade as his Broadsword appeared. He pulled himself further and pushed himself fully out of the rubble and climbed atop of the broken building, before turning in the direction where he had heard the sound, knowing Beatrix would be likely somewhere there as he called out: "Did you really need to go that far?" He then placed his three-fingered hand also on the blade's hilt as he readied himself in a bit of a stance with his sword while looking for Beatrix somewhere.
Actions [1] Used Darkra to destroy some of the rubble. [2] Crawled his way out of the collapsed building. [3] Created the Broadsword and took on a ready stance while being in great pain. Outfit Click to view! The Cries of an Item Sniper Rifle: One post cooldown. d10 ~ 9: Broadsword: Four posts active. The Cries of a Spell Teleport: Useable again. d10 ~ 10: Darkra: Two posts cooldown. The Screams of a Shadow Inhale: Two post cooldown. Cry: Useable again... not, cause it needs Inhale, lol.
Words: 328 Tags: Beatrix Notes: Blub. Good show.
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The tossed rock didn't seem to cause any reaction from the stranger left inside the Saloon, and the General of Alexandria couldn't help but frown as she kept her icy stare upon the swinging doors and broken windows. Feeling slightly concerned about the well being of her opponent, the young woman was about to push herself off the wall she hid beside and venture out into the street, when an explosion erupted from within the Saloon, causing her to pin herself back up against the wall of the general store. It wasn't an explosion from man-made means, but more of a magical nature. Seeing as the male dressed in clothing similar to her own were able to create that exploding stick out of whatever that black, dark stuff was, meant that him being able to cast other spells didn't come as much of a surprise. Instead, it only reminded the chestnut-haired General that her opponent has other means of attacking her up his sleeve.
A pity I have no ranged spells of my own, other then Holy. But I'd rather not use that if I can help it...
She thought to herself as she poked her head out from around the corner of the general store to see if she could spot the young man whom was left behind in the Saloon.

Hearing muffled movement coming from within, the Paladin assumed that her opponent had managed to free himself from the rubble and was going to make his way outside. Though when no one revealed themselves through the front of the Saloon, she perked an eyebrow and wondered what it could have been that was making those noises. Then she spotted something in her peripheral vision, causing her to look up and set her eyes upon the roof of the Saloon. There he was, the young man whom had damaged her arm greatly with his exploding stick, though said stick was no longer in his hand and instead a sword was held. What had happened to his fiery stick? Thinking back, she did remember him blocking Save the Queen with it as she attacked. Was there a chance that she had damaged it and it were left behind? That was good news for the chestnut-haired woman if it were true. Still, she didn't want to take the chance of walking out into the open, only for him to create a second one and blast her with it. Beatrix frowned and she wondered how she were to get closer to the stranger without him shooting at her again. Maybe she could try and provoke him down onto the street where the pair would then fight with blades? It sounded good enough, but there was still the pain and shock fresh in the back of her mind when she got shot the first time.

The now-tattered attired man who stood upon the Saloon called out, suggesting that she didn't have to go as far as demolishing part of the Saloon. She swallowed and felt guilty at his words. He was correct of course. She didn't need to use an attack that wrecked the home and place of business and rest for those who travelled here to use it. But it was the fear and shock within her mind that caused her to do it. She'd never gone up against a weapon or magical artifact that could blow a hole through a person before and she really didn't want to experience the feeling again. Her Climhazzard attack was simply her own reactions taking momentary control of her body and mind. Slowly Beatrix emerged from her hiding spot and took steady steps out into the street. The second the stranger summoned another stick of any kind that he held up at eye level, she could sprint back into cover and out of sight. Until that happened through, Beatrix paced herself slowly and eventually came to a stop beside a horse drawn cart beside the front of the general store.
”You are correct. I did not have to use such an attack within a confined space. I must apologies. Your strange exploding stick startled me greatly with it's destructive power. I could not allow you to hit me a second time...”
She responded, bringing Save the Queen up before her and taking hold of the blade's hilt in both hands. Her icy-left eye locked onto the stranger's own eyes and waited to see if he would come down and use that blade of his against her.

This was more her fight. Up close and personal, a battle of skill verses skill with a sword.

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Actions

1. N/A.

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3. N/A.

Cool Downs

Cura -- Ready to be used.

Climhazzard -- 1 Post Cool Down

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The Heartless had hoped for the woman to have gotten up towards him, thus his 'bait' kind of failed. Not like he should've expected her to rush towards him after all. Maybe that had... been a stupid plan, he figured as he started to move after the woman had shown herself and been speaking. Moving over the rubble, the Heartless felt his body ache, but it felt usual. Thinking about the past, he might've had worse... now wasn't exactly the time to think on it, though. This was a tournament match, all he should worry was on how the woman would respond. However, the man had been thrown into fights that were less honorable, so he didn't see much reason to keep this true to a sword fight. While the Heartless was moving over the rubble and was able to start finding a balance back, having been given enough time to get used to the pain from his body. The smoke rising from his body's wounds were possibly be a strange sight, but it might even cloak the Darkness that started to swirl around his arms. Now holding the sword in one arm, he started to speed up over the rubble as he leapt over the broken building that had fallen close to ground level as things were. The sword soon changed shape in his right hand as he jumped towards the woman, it became quickly shorter as the broadsword was exchanged for a Reinforced Gun and he aimed at the woman's arms before firing three shots while still leaping forward at her. The Darkness around his left arm was still present as he stretched it out forward while trying to get in close range of the woman, but nothing exactly happened as he activated Extension. Instead he did continue to move while withdrawing the extended arm, but keeping his right arm with the gun up. He tried to make use of his rush to tackle into the woman.
Actions [1] Switched Broadsword for Reinforced Gun and fired three shots at Beatrix' arms. [2] Activated Extension. [3] Tried to tackle into Beatrix using the speed from his sprint over the rubble and the leap from the broken building. Outfit Click to view! The Cries of an Item Sniper Rifle: Useable again. Broadsword: Two post cooldown. d4 ~ 1: Reinforced Gun: Four posts active. The Cries of a Spell Darkra: One post cooldown. d10 ~ 8: Extension: Two posts active. The Screams of a Shadow Inhale: One post cooldown. Description Extension: 'Whatever' will be able to make his current weapon float and throw at his opponents. After thrown, the weapon will float back to 'Whatever', so he doesn't need to touch the weapon to keep it active when using this spell. Remains active for two posts. Cooldown (after effects worn off): Three posts. Due to this, the gun wouldn't vanish if he was to drop it and it would even float back to him.
Words: 332 Tags: Beatrix Notes: Welp, Whatever is most suited for fights between slaves in undesirable conditions, so he's not giving up.
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