We'll first post our chars, I guess you can use any which one.

Post count will be about at 2500-3000, you can decide which. As agreed we'll pick 1 gold token cost of traits/weapons (other then racial). I'll decide the setting later.

Name: Fist
Age: 32
Race: Half Giant
Height: 7'
Weight: 262 Ibs.
Appearance: See Profile
Traits:
-Second Heart
-Dark Vision (1 Yellow)
-Regenerate (I Blue)

Primary Class: Warrior
Secondary Class: Dark Mage

Warrior Abilities:
Guard Crusher, Loner, Combat Caster, WE: Thunder Elemental, Lizard Blood, No Escape, Charge, Quartermaster, Acclimation, Aura Cleave, Prestige - Champion.

Dark Mage Spells:
Disease, Bio, Acid, Unholy Armor, Darkness, Animate, Famine, Manipulate IV, Ragnarok

Gear:
Power Gauntlets (Metal Boxing Gloves skinned), Skull Ring, Knight's Shield (Skinned into gloves), Berserker's Spear (skinned as bracer), Jewel Staff (skinned as bracer)

Bruiser walked into the bar looking for a fight to begin with. This so called man the Fist was a killer in the underground rings, a champion in his own district. But so was Bruiser... and the two men were fated to meet at the FishGuts Bar and Drink.

Where the beers were strong and the occupants stronger. It wasn't the shabbiest of establishments but pretty darn close. The floor creaked and cracked, there were planks that was seemingly close to breaking. The roof leaked and there were patches where some customers let a spell fly out into the ceiling. The tables were ships steering wheels covered over in drift wood, and the stools were empty barrels. The bar area itself looked quite professional despite the lacking appearance of the sitting area's. There were shelves filled with empy and full bottles alike, the glasses and mugs was kept underneath. On the far left were large wooden keg taps, full of the spirts it was known for. The man behind the bar was a scruffy Dwarf named Wibble, no one messed with that pint sized man. He'd been known to slip his customers posion if they didn't behave.

Not that it mattered to Bruiser, he wanted nothing to do with the spirits. He was intent on simply starting a fight with Fist. As he made perrfectly clear the moment he entered the room. "WHERES THAT COWARD FIST!!"

The barrel chested giant sat at the end of the bar, with a small keg all for himself. Other customers glared as he drank and drank, but none of the alcohol seemed to have any effect. With every finished drink, he'd slam the mug back on to the counter and burp as loud as he could. People didn't like him, he was too noisy and they were jealous of his size and strength. No one dared to mess with him though.

Hardened arms of steel protruded from the ripped sleeves of his black leather jacket. The jacket itself was ripped open only to show off to the others his muscular core. The giant giggled greedily as he drank the keg dry, but before he can slam his mug down, some one else was making more noise.

"WHERES THAT COWARD FIST!!"

An unusually wide and toothy grin smeared across the giant's face. It looked like he had some sort of admirer following him around these parts. Oh did Fist love challenges. He looked at the barman, and tossed him a coin purse. The barman fiddled with it nervously, and noticed it contained more than needed for Fist's drink. The barman ran out of the place with the coin, and so did everyone else with him.

Fist hopped from his stool, and rolled his head around in circles then cracked his neck. The large metal gloves were already being worn, and he was pounding them together to pump himself up.

"HAHAHAH FIST RIGHT HERE! FIST NO COWARD!"

His knuckles tightened and moved into the peek-a-boo guard that he enjoyed. His elbows tucked in to protect his body, while the large gloves protected his face. His feet started to bounce back and forth, ready to spring into action when the time came.

A tall man handed the bartender a sack full of coins easily twice the cost of the dump. People began filing out in fashionable matter, tripping over each other in their flee. Bruiser merely grunted hoping that this one was the real deal, the others he fought were weaklings. The large man began to prepare himself cracking his neck and pounding his hands together.

"HAHAHAH FIST RIGHT HERE! FIST NO COWARD!"

Bruiser felt it was wonderful, perfect even. The half-giant grinned through his heavily scared and tattooed face. The Fist upped his guard and began to shuffle while Bruiser looked on with an arched brow. Was he fore real? Taking his own stance Bruiser dug his feet into the floor the weak wood breaking under the immense pressure. If this man wasn't the real deal he was about to be easily pancaked.

Kicking off Bruiser surged forward knocking loose the wooden planks and scattering furniture and tables in his wake. Wind spiraled around Bruisers pulled back fist. The wind howled behind him, everything happened oh so quickly and in a blink of an eye. Bruisers other leg connected with the floor, his sheer momentum carrying him forward with his full weight behind a reeled blow. He swung not giving a damn care if the Fist tried to block it if he was a weakling he would soon be dead.


[Jackrabbit to jump forward gaining speed, with a whirling surge of Air Alchemy following up the blow. Think hurricane wind following through the first strike.]

The attack was fast and powerful. This must be how all of Fist's victims felt when they were faced with his punches. No, this one was faster. For a split second, he felt wind surging through the bar. However, he forgot about it because he was forced to face the oncoming attack. He remained loose and bouncy, the thing about having a lot of speed and power was that it could ultimately be turned against you. Patience was the key to winning.

Fist waited for an opening in the attack. He found it, but the punch was already in range. The giant's head tilted to to the side, along with his torso. The lethal blow passed through without hitting its target, but the boxer didn't have enough time to make a counter punch. Instead he juked around his opponent with a side step, only to be met with a barrage of wind.

Fist's feet slammed into the wooden floor, holding himself down. The wind was relentless and started to push him away. He focused on keeping himself upright, while stools and tables flew at him as well. The debris met with his fist, and every time the wooden furniture exploded at each strike. By the time the surge of wind ceased, the boxer had traveled five meters away from his opponent. His feet created two large fissures in the wooden floor.

Fist was grinning beneath the metal gloves, that stood guarding his face. "This going to be fun!" Claw like gashes began to sear through the flesh of his chest, and bright red blood flowed from each. The giant conjured a deadly disease within his opponent, and suddenly the bar was without light. Darkness took control of the area, and it was time for the boxer to make his move. The muscles around his body tensed, and he felt blood filling them up. Then his body quickly charged forwards with superhuman speed. His left fist aimed low to smash into his opponent's ribcage, while his right swung in a hook form to make contact with his jaw.

[Disease and Darkness cast, Charge used]

[sorry for the lateness]


The so called Fist was still alive after Bruisers first assult. Infact he dodged the first part of the one ended punch but not so much the massive gale force that was carried with it. Before he could fully counter Fist was thrown by the wind, a fact that only made Bruiser smile even more. He'd finally found someone strong enough to take a punch of his without dying... This was... wonderful!

"This going to be fun!"

Indeed it was. Taking his own stance Bruiser lifted a hand outward and placed himself in a diagonal straight to Fist. The light to the bar went out and Bruiser could feel a vile magics try and worm their way into his body to no avail. It urked him so that his opponent would lower himself to simple tricks. So much that he decided not to take it easy on the Fist. Illuminating light flashed brightly in the darkness in a single flash blinding those nearby. Fists left hand connected with Bruisers metal body armor while his right was quickly caught in a vice hold. Glowing gauntlets revealed the Bruiser with a giant Aura to his back dwarfing his former self. He had become stronger and faster then before. Staring Fist in the eye he grinned "My turn?" he asked. As if there was even a answer required. There was a sudden crack as the giant twisted the fists arm in an odd direction and then push off the man. It was only a momentary relief as Bruiser came in charging aiming low to the fists stomach as he began to machine fire a blur of single fingered strikes.


[decided to start beating on you a bit. Staff used 1ce, Blood of Mountians in effect, nerve strike to the right arm. so.... roughly were talking about basically speed/stamina/strength boost.That said I'll choose Famine as my rings counter. :rofl: because Bruisers is a bastard. The attack is just a multi strike finger poke and a multiple Nervestrike to the chest.]