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5/28/2016 7:16:30 PM
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*Mortar dissolves into the ground before he hits him and Mortar's sword, now a war hammer, is smashed into his head*
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the hammer slams into the punisher a helmet shooting sparks I every direction. he staggers backwards. he's hurt, but still fighting. he steps forward and strikes again with his sword.
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*Mortar jumps with ease. His hammer now becomes a sword again, but gets smaller until it is a dagger. He lends behind the Punisher, knees him hard between the legs and before he can react, Mortar plunges the dagger in an exposed spot between his helmet and the rest of his armor* *The crowd is silent, for a small being of 5'9" seemingly beat the strongest warrior they had*
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after a moment the announcer yells. "we have a winner!" the crowd erupts again, everyone claps and cheers for you. hundreds of eyes watching you. the announcer pulls you to the side. "that was amazing, would you like to be a regular combatant?"
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For the duration I'm here, sure. *Mortar's red eyes blaze with triumph*
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he shakes your hand and continues announcing other matches. "should I take a match and barter for some armor?" you hear someone say from behind. you turn around and see Erik stand.
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Why not?
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he shrugs and steps into the ring, drawing his chainsword. the announcer recognizes a new challenger and announces him. "our new challenger will be facing off against another one of our fiercest combatants! he was recently recruited into our competitions and killed the first combatant he faced. please welcome, MORTAR!" the crowd roars and opens a path to the ring for you. [spoiler]thisll be interesting.[/spoiler]
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Editado por BrandRobKus: 5/30/2016 11:01:21 AM[spoiler] Let's see how this goes[/spoiler] *Mortar steps into the ring, not trying to make an entrance, because he apparently looks badass when he simply walks into the ring* Alright then, this will be interesting. [spoiler]If this is your new character, and you're not used to RP, be aware, that I do things like this in a different RP, I'm used to it... better to plan out your character's moves and plan them ahead, like Chess.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]i don't really know all the rules so I usually just make one move then wait to react. action then reaction, kinda like dnd.[/spoiler] Erik sets up in a defensive position as the announcer begins to announce the start of the bout. "if you could refrain from killin me, that'd be great. I don't think I can regen like you can." he asks nonchalantly. the match begins.
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Wasn't planning on it, but I'm assuming you're gonna lose. *Mortar puts his hand between his shoulder blades, and his sword forms in that hand, igniting in green flames when fully formed* You first, I insist
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in he blink of an eye Erik strikes down from above, the chain sword growling to life as its teeth start around the track.the match has begun.
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*mortar dissolves into the ground, reforming under you and sending you flying. When in the air, Mortar throws large iron balls at you to keep you in the air. The crowd roars to life with drunken betters*
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suddenly you hear a voice in your head. "I can't let you do that." you feel something pick you up from behind, their touch burns your skin. you rise up then are slammed into the ground. Erik falls from the air and lands on his back.
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*The burns don't affect him, he lived in the Underworld, and before he was slammed into the ground, Mortar dissolves, and reforms behind you, punching the ground next to your head, creating a massive earthquake in the ring* CHECKMATE
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Erik grabs your arm and tosses you across the ring. he stands. "I don't want you to kill me, but I'm not gonna just roll over." he raises his weapon again.
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*Mortar lands on his feet, then hurls some iron balls at you*
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Erik lifts his hand the balls stop in mid air then fly back at you.
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*Mortar jumps to the side as his eyes turn black, his pupils crimson* no no no no no. *He lunges at you, sword aimed at your head*
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I duck narrowly avoiding the blade. "what the hell?"
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*He turns around, releasing a barrage of iron balls* You shall not win. [spoiler]Say hello to Gore, the personality trait that Mortar wished he never had. This was him 50 years, give or take a couple, before he met you, and 20,000 years before that[/spoiler]
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*Gore summons two swords, both an unidentifiable color, but glowing with red plasma*
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Erik rolls to the right avoiding most of the heavy objects, but gets clipped by the last one.
