Title: We need a bigger cage...
Description: Raghnall in a cage with T'zarkan
Roush - November 2, 2011 03:14 AM (GMT)
This is a quick slugfest. Alternate-dimension-UFC-style. One paragraph responses. No weapons. Just classes, subclasses, 900 post count, and natural weapons (fists, claws, teeth, ect). Raghnall is all the same except he had Xenophobe instead of Nightfighter.
The crowd was screaming as Raghnall's heart felt like it was slamming hard against the walls of his chest, his blood pumping through his large muscles. Even in his human form he was a large and imposing figure.
He took a step forward and tensed up his torso and arms as he grew suddenly, fur flipping out of his skin, his face elongating into a muzzle. Claws and teeth appeared on his roaring frame. The crowd went wild, though mainly those on his side. There were boos, of course...
Lycan vs Demon. This was a grudge match if there ever was one.
His leveled his gave at his opponent, looking down at the smaller figure across the large octagon.
T'zarkan - November 2, 2011 03:28 AM (GMT)
The Demon grinned as he judged his opponent. He was about two inches taller but they were built about the same. Story had it that the man was a bit more than your average human. He tilted his head to the left swiftly, popping it and releasing the built up tension, bringing his talon lined right hand up to massage it. Shaking out the rest of his anticipation the Demon stepped into the ring with a hop step bringing his meaty arms up in front of his face. Beginning to bob back and forth to pump himself up he snickered and called out to his opponent in a voice as deep as the rumble of an earthquake. "You just gonna stand there all day pretty boy or are we gonna get this show on the road?"
Roush - November 2, 2011 03:38 AM (GMT)
Raghnall fired out of his corner, crossing the ring in the blink of an eye. His right arm was cocked back, ready to deliver a haymaker. With a sudden move of his low sitting left hand, he sent a powerful Push of psychic force right into the demons gut.
He planted his right foot on the may hard, suddenly spinning to bring his left heel into his opponents temple. Hopefully he would be staggered from the effect of the Push.
T'zarkan - November 2, 2011 03:47 AM (GMT)
In the blink of an eye the man flashed at him, arms and legs a blur. Something slammed into his gut. Already braced for an impact the Demon lifted his mass off the mat and let it slide him backwards dodging the mans slug. His smirk was erased in milliseconds. In a fluid motion T'zarkan brought his feet down. At the same time spines shot out of his back splattering black ooze all over the floor. His stringy wings gave a massive flap lifting him into the air. Spinning his body weight forward and to the left he twirled just around the oncoming kick. In response T'zarkan brought his muscular right arm down with expert swiftness intending drive his talons into the outstretched leg.
((still in the air))
Roush - November 2, 2011 04:43 PM (GMT)
((The right arm was a diversion to make the Push more surprising. Keep in mind a push is a pretty strong hit. The Punch was never thrown, just the kick.))
The talons missed the center of Raghnall's leg as he yanked it back when the demon took flight. He jumped backwards, but when hit the may again his body seemed to split in front of the demon's eyes. Copies of himself were suddenly appearing from his back and front, until there were nine of him in the ring. A smirk ran across all of their faces as they stood for for a moment, and then they were off. Two bull rushed him from the front, three jumped off of the cage walls to his left, in order to grab onto the flying man's wings. A mirrored attack happened from his right. One stayed in the back, smiling, arms crossed...
T'zarkan - November 2, 2011 06:34 PM (GMT)
Completing his mid air spin to no avail T'zarkan found himself suddenly surrounded. Without much time to react the Demon swiftly retracted his wings back into the folds of his skin. Dropping to the floor and swinging his weight around T'zarkan brought his right foot around in a full spin with amazing force and speed intending to knock all of his opponents off guard. After the rotation was through he shifted his body and pushed against the ground to propel himself into the middle of the ring with a loud roar, unaware if any of the clones were clipped.
Roush - November 2, 2011 06:53 PM (GMT)
The Raghnall in the middle would have jumped backwards as the demon neared him, dropping into a stance like he was ready to fight. the real Raghnall had jumped right, and was nearly caught by the spinning kick. All the clones had replicated his quick duck and then continued bounding towards the man as his back was now turned. All the clones jumped and raised a fist to plow into the back of the demons head. The Real Raghnall surrounded his fist with a powerful Push, to increase the damage it would do if It made contact.
T'zarkan - November 2, 2011 08:07 PM (GMT)
T'zarkan looked around him. They were on each side leaping at him with ferocious snarls etched into their mouths, eyes full of fire. He had no where to turn to. Weighing his options well he braced himself, covering his face. Within a second a huge fist blasted him in one of his blocking arms. He was thrown backwards through some of the clones. They were imitations. He slammed into the other side of the cage with a loud clang and the crowd roared in excitement. Shaking his head, the Demon spotted the one who had blasted him. Planting his feet against the cage, T'zarkan leaped at his only target with blinding speed. The demon drew his powerful arm back to deliver a crippling blow to the mans forehead straight on while, as he planted his feet just inches infront of the man, he brought a knee up swiftly to collide with his opponents gut. If the punch did not impact he planned to bring his arm back around to drag his head into the knee as well.
Roush - November 2, 2011 08:16 PM (GMT)
He had gotten him mad...
Raghnall dispersed the other clones, leaving only himself and the demon in the ring. A quick Push aimed right at the demons nose would be hard to avoid since he had just launched himself through the air at the lycan headlong. Raghnall took a step towards the demon and then hit his knees, quickly disappearing into his shadow, only to reappear behind him. He grabbed the demon around his heels, sinking his claws into his tainted flesh before he spun him around with the intention as slamming his face back into the side of the cage.
T'zarkan - November 2, 2011 08:30 PM (GMT)
In the blink of an eye he was blasted off balance with another invisible force. Quickly after the man had somehow appeared behind him yanking him off his feed and flinging him over head at the cage walls. Dazed but still conscious T'zarkan flipped his back around to an inhuman degree grabbing a hold of the mans head. Using the force of his momentum and the mass of the other mans body he lifted the man off the ground reversing the throw so that his opponent would meet the cage before him, hopefully softening the blow. At the same time he thrust his head in towards the other mans.
Roush - November 2, 2011 08:38 PM (GMT)
Raghnall couldn't stop their momentum, but he could make it worse for the demon. His large teeth closed around the man's right wrist. He clamped down with all his strength, tasting blood as it ran into his mouth and down his chin. He ripped and tore at it, trying to crush the bones if not remove the entire hand. He let go of the mans leg, grabbing the demons other wrist with his left hand and starting working his ribs with his right fist, before opening his hand and dragging his claws across the demons torso...
The smell and sight of blood was really getting him going.
T'zarkan - November 3, 2011 12:32 AM (GMT)
Rage, pain and excitement swirled upward from his gut clearing his mind and tuning him in to the match. "So we're done with the warm uh then?"
As teeth and claws ripped into his flesh T'zarkan bellowed out a ferocious roar as his blood began to boil. His bones cracked as the began to grow. He could feel thick muscles pressing against the teeth lodged in his arm. He grew to just over thirteen feet tall, almost tall enough to reach up to the cage. As he grew his opponent was lifted off the ground. Tuning out the jabs and scratches to his torso T'zarkan wrapped one bloody hand around the mans chest, squeezed and slammed him into the cage wall. Ripping his arm out from feral beasts jaw with a splatter of blood the Demon pummeled at his foe's head with his wrecking ball sized hands.
((Blood of the mountain. Twice the size, twice the melee power so in total, with Xenophobe, post count would be around 4800 worth of melee skill.))
Roush - November 3, 2011 12:45 AM (GMT)
Raghnall could feel his opponent growing, as so grew with him. The crowd went crazy as the two monstrously large beasts pushed against each other in the ring.
While the man was able to rip his arm from Raghnall's mouth, though that may have been a bad idea. When a wolf tastes blood, all he wants is more. The giant 15' monster used the cage at his back to push off of, raising his arms to block the punches outwards as he suddenly reached out for the demons shoulders with the intention of using his powerful legs to push him backwards before clamping his powerful jaws around demon's neck.
T'zarkan - November 3, 2011 01:08 AM (GMT)
He snapped swiftly with a fury unbeknown to mortals at the wolf man with a left handed jab, talons pointed out straight. If it landed it would pierce his chest. His right hand swept in an arc from left to right redirecting the incoming arms in front of the beasts own mouth. T'zarkan kept his feet planted and forced his weight against his opponent's driving the mans arms in towards his open maw. As a final touch he dug his claws deep in with his right hand drawing warm, sweet blood.
Roush - November 3, 2011 01:21 AM (GMT)
Raghnall saw the jab coming, but not quiet soon enough. It pierced his flesh a couple inches before he was able to catch the man's hand. He dug his claws into the man's wrist, slitting his other wrist. The man was bleeding profusely by this point... He couldn't possibly remain standing for much longer. Both his wrists were slashed after all.
Raghnall suddenly disappeared into the demons shadow again. This time, 4 versions of himself appeared behind the demon, jumping back out of range, waiting for his opponent to make the next move. He was bleeding, but it wasn't to bad. Not nearly as bad as the demon.
T'zarkan - November 3, 2011 03:24 AM (GMT)
T'zarkan grunted raising his right wrist over his head. Dark blood splashed over his body and mouth making him slippery. He rubbed it all over and licked his lips. Again with the clones. There was no easy way around it. The demon began walking slowly toward the group so as to not exhaust his energy all the while eying down each of the clones. He spit on the ground in front of him. "Let's go fool. I don't have all day." Said the demon while grinning.
Roush - November 3, 2011 03:26 AM (GMT)
"No, you don't."
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, as Raghnall injected it right Ito his brain. The clones began to take steps backward, increaseing the distance between them.
"Your bleeding out. But I can wait."
T'zarkan - November 3, 2011 03:39 PM (GMT)
Sweat and blood dripped from his skin. Now only inches from the clones T'zarkan yelled closing his fists together to form a fleshy sledge hammer. Using his excellent balance and heightened senses the pain brought him he swung from clone to clone with great chops hoping to hit one. Unconsciously he waited for another psychic push to strike him and kept his body loosely planted to roll with it. "Come on you bastard pup. Fight me or be a coward!"