Bishop
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Post by Bishop on Oct 17, 2019 10:24:45 GMT -5
Champion 1 (Frieza) "How long has it been?" Frieza said as he looked over the crystals that were scattered over the lands of Cataclysma. The subject he was speaking of was the time it was since he last tasted the trill of battle, even a good spar session would settle it. Since he was in hell he was able to find a challenger every week, a month straight of training and excitement from his broken restraints. However this week was slow, nearly five days into it and still the gem was dead. There was no challenger, no fight, nothing. Not even Kotarou, a recently hired hell hound, was free for a little fisticuffs. "Is this thing broken?" Frieza said in frustration as he lifted the cosmic designed gem to his eye.
With a flash his eyes were covered in light, a painful zap stinging his brain as he squinted tightly. There was this feeling of joy that came over the bored Prince as he felt his mind rip from his body. The feeling of astral projection was gleeful and felt like flight for the first time, every time. As he felt his form start to solidify in the realms of spars he took in the scenery. Around the Prince of Changelings were staggering and rough mountains. Emerald blades of glass that were untouched by men's craftsmanship, growing to about shin height. A cold shivering inducing breeze danced across the field. His skin quivered and formed into tight goosebumps as he let loose a light shiver trying to generate warmth.
Standing before him, still in the blades of grass, was a tall fair skinned man. His eyes were covered with small orangish gold circle sunglasses framed by a thin black and uniquely designed frame. His body was draped over by a crimson red trench style coat, arms covered in straps and buckles. There was not much else that could be seen from the Prince's position as he looked over the battlefield. "Hello, I am Lord Frieza," he said with a quick respectful bow. "Who do I have the pleasure of battling today?" 348
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Vash
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Post by Vash on Oct 17, 2019 13:15:02 GMT -5
Champ 1/Combat Rune
Pixel by pixel, the demon's form digitized in a peaceful clearing. Mountains painted into the background, casting shade over parts of the sea of grass, waves of wind pushing the untouched blades with ease. The tail of his scarlet duster danced in the chilled breeze. How am I... Here... he wondered as his recent memory could only recall a void. Trapped in a pocket dimension of nothingness, he had accepted a fate in the dark abyss. And yet, here he was, once again in the astral realm. A sign of another return from an eternal prison.
Before he could put too much thought into it, his senses became aware of another presence on the scene. Lord Frieza, the channeling had introduced itself confidently, with a bow to boot. Vash had known many changeling's over his lifetime, but there was something different about this one.
"I go by many names," the words slithered through his devilish grin. "But, you may call me Vash. And believe me, I'm not sure how much pleasure you're about to get. I just woke up from a pretty long nap. And I haven't even had a smoke yet." His boots shifted, rebalancing his weight as he slid into his fighting stance. "Let's see what you got."
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Bishop
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Post by Bishop on Oct 17, 2019 13:29:46 GMT -5
The man, Vash, had a tone that was as unique as his outfit. Somewhat annoyed or pestered by the sounds of it from the weight of his words. His last statement was that of a challenge as he shifted his weight into his fighting stance. The time for talk was over, the man made that clear, it was time for the fight. Prince Frieza did the same, his footing adjusting itself against the dirt and grass, slightly disturbing the once untouched land. His eyes narrowed, the beady red pupils locked onto Vash as he looked over his opponent's guard for an opening. There did not seem to be any signs of weakness or inexperience. Looks like I'll have to make one,[/i] Frieza thought to himself while his gaze continued to look for an opening.
With that his body launched forward, using his size to his advantage he dipped low, the blades of grass brushing against his chest as he ran forward with incredible speed. He had no way of telling his opponent's power, other than sense itself. However he did not take the time to look at his opponent's strength wishing to see it in battle. With leaps and bounds from the left to the right he grew closer to the man, his tail flicking out from behind as he smashed it into the ground with such force it broke the land beneath them both. Frieza had hoped with this attack Vash would be thrown off from his stance and an open would present itself. Proceeding with his plan he let fly an upper cut aimed for the chin of the man, then with his left he followed up with quick crosses to the right side of his cheek. They were simple combinations but effect enough to gauge the opponents speed and strength, Frieza let the final attack fling itself toward the left cheek as his hay maker flung with all his power and weight. A simple uppercut, left cross, right hook combo sure enough to get the fight started. 340 688
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