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Land and Sea; Lysses & Walid (Quest)
Topic Started: Oct 6 2014, 07:42 AM (274 Views)
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Strongest Under the Land Under the Heavens
Difficulty: Medium (4,300)
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A secret underground fighting operation, known as the Crimson Fists have taken an interest in your skills. You have been invited to join in on their... 'activities'. In the arena, some of the most dangerous of Earth's fighters gather for blood spattered brawls, people often getting killed as a result. The league is run by a man calling himself Fayzr; a drug baron who supplies the fighters with expensive chems. Depending on what kind of character you want to be, you can take this opportunity to get close to the head of the league and put an end to this bloodsport for good. Alternatively you can succumb to the lust for battle in your veins and become the champion of the underground.

Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits
Bonus: +2 alignment if you destroy the league
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Bonus: -2 to alignment if you become the new champion.
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The air was stale with the stench of dried blood and grime; coincidentally, an identical mixture covered the walls of the Kerodaki Arena Entrance Hall as Lysses made his entrance. The Iron Fist tournament was scheduled to begin in just over a half hour, meaning that he was already slightly late for battle preparations. Thankfully, his partner in the tournament was likely already in their locker room. The tournament itself was a series of two vs. two fights, which was unique for the venue. Typically, the Iron Fist tournament was a set of one on one fights to the death. This time, it was a tag team battle for supremacy.

Admittedly, Lysses could probably have wiped the floor with most of the competition himself. On that same token, his partner, Walid, probably could have too. Walid was, debatably, even stronger than he was. Of course, Lysses would have never admitted that out loud.

He nodded to the clerk at the desk, striding toward the locker rooms at the other end of the arena with a brisk pace. He was already in full combat gear, which consisted of a light fitting combat vest, his long, black pants, and some heavy boots. His halberd hung, collapsed, on his belt. His axe, however, was nowhere to be seen. It was apparent that he hadn't bothered to bring it, or, at the least, he hadn't bothered to repair it after the fight in the mountains.

Lysses slipped inside the locker room, his arrival announced by the clomping of his boots against the concrete flooring. The facilities for the tournament weren't exactly cleanly... but it would have been fiscally irresponsible to doll a building up for people that wouldn't live to see it twice. He knew that, Walid probably knew that. It reminded him of the Arena on Zaun; then again, at least the Arena had carried with it a sense of grandeur and larger than life glory. This place was just dirty.

"I'm here; sorry I'm late. Our fight is scheduled to start in a few minutes. Have you heard anything about the Fayzr fellow that's supposed to run this thing?" he said, approaching his locker without looking at his comrade.

He had tasked Walid with gathering some information from the other competitors while he'd gone to fetch their battle gear. With that in mind, he placed a large duffle bag down on the ground next to him.

"Speaking of, I grabbed us a few items from the safe house. Mostly just senzu beans and things to dress wounds, should we need them. There's also a bit of gear in there if you wanna rifle though it."


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Being in an atmosphere such as a tournament brought back memories for the Avatar of War. The smell of sweat, blood, and agonizing pain caused flashbacks from his early years to flicker into his mind. He was a fighter at the Alaerys Gladiator’s Dome and was probably one of their best rising star warriors. Walid may have never became the champion, mainly because the female warrior who was gave him nightmares with just one glare.

I wonder if I have a chance against her now. Suddenly he heard the echoing steps from his rival, and his eyes snapped into his fighting mode. He had to admit, at first he didn’t want to do anything like a tag team fight with the Berserker. He’d rather fight him one on one, a fight that would ultimately show who was stronger. Regardless of that, he decided to do it anyways. The Lookout was starting to get boring; a good brawl is just what he needed.

“You mean other than how he has a lame name?” he replied to his comrade’s question. Putting the man’s name aside, the pink haired Zaunite was definitely curious. With the death fights he had been hearing about since arriving, he started to think that whoever was in charge only wanted entertainment.

“If he wants to be entertained,” Walid grinned, “I’ll be happy to give him a show.” The pink haired warrior then noticed at the few items that his comrade managed to gather. He saw a rifle, but it wasn’t exactly his style. All he needed was his two fists and his axe, and he was ready. With that, he grabbed a bean and then waited for their fight. Luckily for him, his wait didn’t last very long.

[align=center]“Walid and POLV, please get to the ring at this time and good luck.”[/align]

The warrior couldn’t help but to chuckle at what was said. He completely forgot that he asked to have their introduction names changed. He finally was able to put his laughter aside and began making his way to meet their opponents. He didn’t know who they were fighting, but he did overhear that they would be fast.

“Be careful,” the pink haired warrior managed to say as a backdrop that hide their opponents started to rise, “They’re supposed to be really fast. Don’t let your guard dow--.” Right before he could even finish his warning, Walid watched as a blur zipped towards him and caused him to raise his axe to defend. He couldn’t believe the rumors was that accurate about their opponents?


WC: 428
Quest WC: 878/4,200
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Lysses laughed at Walid's bitter remark, having been completely caught off guard. Comedy, itself, was said to be the art of misdirection. He'd been expecting some kind of somber remark about the fate and finality of their current circumstance, but instead, he'd been treated to a remark like that. Still, despite his laughter, he had to admit that Walid's statement was fairly true. There was no way that Fayzr was the man's real name. It had to be a pseudonym of some kind. In that regard, it was possible that Walid's statement had perhaps a dual nature. Lame, as in stupid, and lame, as in false.

[align=center]“Walid and POLV, please get to the ring at this time and good luck.”[/align]

A single bead of sweat ran down Lysses' brow at the revelation of their team name. He could have sworn that he'd put down "Zaun," or at least-- no, in hindsight, he hadn't picked the name. Walid had probably gone and changed it while he was grabbing their gear, which would have explained why he had next to no intelligence on Fayzr.

It took everything Lysses had not to smack the other man upside the head as they approached the arena's gates, his face looking stern and somewhat frustrated.

Walid and People of Lesser Value.

HE, LYSSES, WAS OF GREAT VALUE.

Walid took the time to warn him of their opponents' speed as the four men squared off. Their opponents were lean and lithe, with sinewy muscle and mean little builds. Where Lysses and Walid were bombers, they were fighter jets. The blonde scratched at the back of his head in response to Walid's warning.

He'd been just about to drown the other man out with a bored yawn when both of their opponents shot forward. Lysses spoke at the same time Walid did, attempting to cut over the man-- who himself, had been cut off.

"Shit-- they're so fast!"

Lysses barely had the time to dodge the first strike that came his way; thankfully, his opponent was unarmed. The punch flew over his shoulder, grazing his cheek and carving a thin red line into his flesh. His eyes widened in surprise, only to narrow with determination as the follow through came forward in the form of a powerful, spinning elbow.

Lysses brought his left arm up to block the strike, knocking it aside with his own elbow and entangling his left leg with the stranger's right, forcing him off balance and hopefully regaining control of the fight. He didn't like being surprised. Surprise was not something he was used to. Surprise was fear, and fear was the mind killer.


[align=center]"And the fight's off to an explosive start! Stuart and Faberge press their offensive against Walid and his friend of Lesser Value!"[/align]

God damn it.

[align=center]524 + 450 = 974
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One after another, punches were thrown at the pink haired warrior. He did his best to try and cushion each blow with his axe, but realized he was in a dilemma. While it was true that he was able to protect himself, he wasn’t able to take control and strike. That started to make the Avatar of War angry. He wanted to see how his rival was doing, but he had to put all his focus on his opponent.

“I’ve just about have enough of you,” the pink haired warrior said and then dug his weapon into the ground. He watched as his fast and furious opponent was slowly making their way towards him. Walid never really had a plan of what he should do in fights, but that was about to change. In one motion, he picked his axe back up and when he did, a cloud of dirt headed straight for his opponent.

Once that was finished, he raced like he was in a Kentucky derby for the one who had been harassing him. Just like his opponent, the pink haired Zaunite swung his arms once, twice, dozen times to try and get the momentum on his side. After a while he started to notice something. His opponent looked as if he was really getting rattled.

“Lysses!” the warrior shouted while he was continuing to attack, “They’re fast, but they’re not resilient!” Walid didn’t know why he didn’t see it before. When you train in one defense, your other defenses suffer. Using his announcement, the Avatar of War brought his axe into the equation. First he swung the handle at his opponent, and then lifted it high above his head to make a quick downward swipe.

[align=center]“What’s this?? It looks like the Walid and POLV are making a comeback!”[/align]

The warrior continued to attack, he couldn’t allow his opponent to get back into their groove and harass him with their speed. Finally the Zaunite had enough and tried to come up with an attack that could be his final assault. He charged his energy into his weapon, and then swung with all of his might. His attack managed to land and Walid watched as a stream of blood sailed through the air.

“Aw man already?” he muttered as he opponent collapsed to his knees. The crowd wanted him to finish the speed demon off, but the pink haired Zaunite just shrugged his arms to see how his rival was doing. Hopefully the warrior thought, that Lysses was able to follow through with his warning.

WC: 426
TWC: 854
QuestWC: 1,801 / 4,200
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Lysses smirked, aglow with satisfaction, when the other man's back hit the dirt. He pulled his leg back into a stomping position, hopping forward so as to stomp at the other fighter's face as violently as possible. His leg had just begun its descent as the man rolled to the side, forcing Lysses' boot to slam into the tightly packed Earth below and forcing the ground to shake from the overwhelming force. His teeth shook and his body found itself rocked by the recoil of the failed strike, but his eyes never left his target.

The other man had rolled away and righted himself, only to break to the left in a quick burst of speed. His earlier assumption had been correct; they were, indeed, fast. It was more irritating than anything else, but there was nothing that Lysses could do about his opponent's speed other than to cripple him beyond repair. As time went by, the idea seemed to grow more and more appealing. Over the next minute and a half, Lysses' opponent continued to dance elegant circles around him, landing grazing blows and strikes by the slimmest of margins.

When Walid's warning came through, Lysses had already been playing around with the possibility that their speed betrayed their frailty.

The speedster came in again as Lysses stepped back to regain his composure. The blonde stepped to the left, eyes never leaving the stranger's face as a stray fist flew toward his own. Lysses' left hand jumped up in order to grab the other fighter's wrist, locking it up in a vice grip and preventing the human from escaping.

"Not so easy to escape when I've got wrist control, is it?" he taunted, flicking his arm to the side and opening up the human fighter's guard. At the same time, his free hand extended toward the warrior's chest.

Thin speckles of energy massed between his fingertips before exploding forward in the form of a compact wave. The blast tore through the fighter's chest and disintegrated the man's heart in an instant, prompting Lysses to release his hold on the opponent.

Lysses straightened and cast a glance over to Walid, who seemed to be finishing up his own opponent. He gave the pink haired fighter a curt nod and stepped toward the center of the ring. The fight had been brief, but fierce.

"Wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be," he remarked, eyes scanning the crowd. The feeling that washed over him felt much different than that of the arena; in the arena, one felt satisfaction and glory from earning a well-fought victory. Beneath the crowd's glare, one earned a name for themselves. However, beneath the faux lights of the Iron Fist tournament, Lysses felt nothing.

No victory had ever rung more hollow.

"Come on, Walid. Our next match isn't until tomorrow. We might as well get to work investigating this place while we've got the chance."


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Just as the Avatar of War hoped, his comrade was able to listen to what he said earlier and defeat his opponent. From the person’s lifeless body, he could only assume that he not only lost the fight, but his life as well. It almost made Walid cringe, because he hated anyone dying unless they deserved it. Regardless though they were victorious and had a new task to handle. They weren’t just here for the fights; no they had a much bigger objective to accomplish.

The pink haired Zaunite was glad to see that his rival didn’t forget as well. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that he was very forgetful. Then again he was the one who asked me to come along. It wasn’t his choice to come; he mainly wanted to help when he heard that there was a tournament. Testing his power was something that he enjoyed, so he couldn’t help but to help out his comrade.

“But where to start first?” the warrior muttered as he began to look around the place and then noticed the one he fought was being carried off by someone, “Maybe if we circle around we can find where they’re dragging that guy off to.” Immediately after he spoke, Walid began to walk around the corner to find not only one path, but two doorways that could take them anywhere.

The Avatar of War thought that leaving things to chance would ruin them in the long run, but they didn’t really have time. There was no telling what Fayzr was up to. Just as he was about to decide, his ears suddenly picked up a group of people talking. He couldn’t understand their words, but he knew which path they were coming from.

Without telling his comrade about it, Walid walked right into the right doorway and waved his hand to let the Berserker know to follow him. As he walked further in, he noticed that the pathway started to become narrow and darker. Should they light their energy to see, or not risk it?

WC: 349
TWC: 1,203
QuestWC: 2,685 / 4,200
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Lysses followed Walid as he moved to pursue the stranger who had appeared in order to carry off the corpses of the deceased. Well, technically, corpse, singular. Walid's opponent still seemed to be alive. He could understand the rationale behind letting the guy live, considering the fact that there was no glory to be found in defeating him. Lysses had killed his opponent purely for that rush of familiar satisfaction; now that it had failed to come, he could feel a pang of guilt rising within him. The strange fighter had been a murderer and a killer, but it still hadn't been right to kill him. Or had it? Morals were something that he often struggled with.

He was a good person, for the most part. He fought to save those who couldn't fight for themselves. He fought to prove his innocence. That didn't mean he had always been that way. He still remembered his days in the arena and the grand conquests he had been privy to. He'd killed Storm Knights, Laerysians, fellow Phagians, warfighters from Alastor. He'd slain more beasts than most people had ever seen. He had been cold inside; even now, his fires had been stoked by the presence of the Patron within him. It was hard to figure it what he was.

Walid signaled him forward, prompting Lysses' jog to slow to a silent walk. Voices had begun to convene somewhere ahead of them. The blonde's brow furrowed as he struggled to make out their voices, delaying the realization that the passage was growing more narrow the further they went. How were they hearing the voices if the passage grew more narrow? He glanced toward Walid, who seemed to be deep in thought.

"I think we're walking into a trap," he whispered.

His senses were abuzz; something about the situation felt off. They were being led, like lambs to a slaughter. Had the voices been a trap? Admittedly, the person who had been carrying the body off didn't seem like he had anyone to talk to, but there were any number of explanations for his sudden talkative nature. He could have had a communicator on or some kind of cell phone. Lysses stopped walking, putting a hand on Walid's shoulder.

The voices had stopped.

"Do you think we're being followed?" his head turned to glance over his shoulder, into the darkness that lay in wait for them on all sides. It was thick and impenetrable, a veil of black.

"Get ready, I'm going to light the place up."

His other hand reached into the air, where it burst into dazzling golden flame.


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Could they have stumbled into a trap? That definitely was a possibility and Walid couldn’t be surprised if they were. He knew little to nothing about the man who ran the tournament; or rather he didn’t know anything about him other than being a cruel man who wanted nothing more than to watch people go at it with each other. While he couldn’t blame someone for wanting something like that, it didn’t mean he could force them do death.

“Wait I can’t hear anything now…” the Avatar of War muttered as he noticed the ones talking stopped. His ears then wiggled as he heard footsteps heading their way. Walid couldn’t tell if they were in front of him or behind him because of the echoes bouncing off the walls. What should they do?

Right before the pink haired warrior could do anything, he watched as his rival lite up the path with his energy. He would have done the same, but didn’t want to risk being found out. With the sound of movements, he still wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. Either way, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. What’s done was done; all they could do at that point was to push forward.

He was just about to, until he noticed a shadow ahead. Immediately he thought that they should flee or hide, but decided not to when he noticed that whoever it was, wasn’t moving. Was it the man he defeated in the ring?

“I think I see someone,” the warrior said as he continued to walk forward and then found himself in a room of some kind. There was a table with stacks of money on it and the air reeked of blood. He wondered where the source of the stench was coming from, but he managed to find it in a matter of moments. There on the other side of the doorway they walked through was his opponent, and his head was far away from his body.

What the hell is this, did they execute him? Suddenly before his mind could process what just went down, he heard voices again approaching them. He hoped that it was the person who slain his opponent. The Avatar of War didn’t like killing unless it was from a fight. There’s no pride in killing someone who was already beaten.

“Very pitiful,” one of the people said, “That pink guy didn’t even kill him. He better learn to otherwise Fayzr will ask me to kill him next.” Hearing those words made Walid’s anger rise. He’d like to see some worthless scum try to slay him. Before he knew it, the men reached the room from another doorway and looked surprised as they saw an enraged Avatar of War.

“Crap… I wonder how long they were listening…” the other man said, “Quick call Fayzr we need help!” Normally the pink haired warrior would have attacked right from the get go, but he waited to wait. Eliminating them altogether would save him the trouble of hunting and possibly lives.

WC: 513
TWC: 1,716
QuestWC: 3,655 / 4,200
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Lysses closed his eyes as the men spoke, discussing Walid's exhibition of mercy on the speedster from earlier. Admittedly, it was unlike Walid to display mercy like that, but the circumstances kind of illuminated the other man's reasons. He had probably felt the same way Lysses had; part of the reason Lysses had killed his opponent was to quickly and swiftly disable him. The other reason had been out of a misguided need for satisfaction that he could have acquired from beating the man NEARLY to death. Instead of dwelling on it, he moved to the matter at hand.

His eyes shot open as he and Walid stepped into the room, alerting Fayzr's henchmen to their presence. They jumped with a start and scrambled, barking out orders to their comrades and telling them to go fetch their boss. Lysses straightened, fists clenched in preparation for combat. He could tell that Walid was getting ready to jump on the men that surrounded them as soon as the lead runner escaped. There would be no need to shoot him down if he brought Fayzr with him. In fact, that was more of a convenience than anything else.

The man ducked down a side corridor; Lysses leveled his hand at the mass of men in front of them, mentally counting the number that they were going to have to deal with. They seemed to have managed to wander into some kind of barracks facility. On the other side of the room was another door that seemed to lead to more men, and there were certainly going to be reinforcements coming in behind them at some point or another.

"Walid, wanna make a bet?" he whispered to his ally, voice full of fiendish glee.

He glanced over his shoulder to get a gauge on his comrade's mood. Walid probably wasn't happy to have been mocked so openly by the guards. In fact, he was probably livid. With that in mind, it would be easy to take advantage of the man's already tempestuous mood.

"I bet I can take down more of these guys than you can before Fayzr arrives!" he joked, as the golden flame in his hand suddenly crackled back to life. Shit was about to get beyond real. He could already feel Walid's energy rising behind him as both fighters' auras flickered to life.

Energy seeped outward from Lysses' core, saturating the air and casting shadows in the room's corners. It filled the air around him like a thick gel, suffocating the men around them and occupying the room. Then, in a brilliant flash, the aura condensed into a thin film of plasma-like ki that covered his skin, lighting him up and nipping into the air with a relentless hunger. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, coupled with an edge of adrenaline that marked the danger behind the situation.

Beyond that, he was purely eager to compete. He had managed to feint during his last contest with Walid, but being able to prove his superiority over the pink haired fighter was a chance that he would never have missed. Since they couldn't yet do combat, he would have to settle for the chance to best his rival at everything but direct conflict. Hopefully, it would suffice.

"Let's do this."


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