Palador the Scarab ----- Lost.
Fal the Channeler
Black Mage the Javelineer ----- Won.
MorbId the Legionnaire
Lashanna the Murmillo ----- Won.
Nina the Secutor
Gainsborough the Bandit
Parcelan the Samnite
Deth the Centurion
Liam the Ogre
Mooj the Minotaur ----- Next.
Jargum the Summoner

Team 2

DoR the Wolf ----- Lost.
Willias the Mongrel Shaman
Xyrra the Amazon
Zair the Undead Legionnaire ----- Won.
Janus the Barbarian
Drysart the Berserker
Puggy the Satyr
Lazzay the Dervish
Moogle the Yeti ----- Next.
Alt-F4 the Cyclops ------ Lost.
Azrael the other Centurion
Vorbis the Bear

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Sakkra had this to say about Tron:
Mooj vs. Moogle if my math skills haven't failed me.

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How very appropriateupo. Two mutated moogles forced to fight to the death...watch them bonbon-grapple.

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Sakkra had this to say about Pirotess:
Mooj vs. Moogle if my math skills haven't failed me.

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This fight should kick Ass

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When the babel fish was in place, it was apparent Black said:
Stuff

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Thanks dude.

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Gunslinger Moogle had this to say about Cuba:
How very appropriateupo. Two mutated moogles forced to fight to the death...watch them bonbon-grapple.

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Well, Mooj doesn't have a bonbon in his mutated form, he has two big fucking horns. So perhaps grappling might not be the way to go. Here, try using a broken stalagmite as a club.

Would high five his teammates if not for the risk of falling over

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Ja'Deth Issar Ka'bael stopped staring at Deedlit long enough to write:
Turn your foe's weakness to your advantage, Mooj!...Yetis favor cooler climates, while we are in a hot and muggy location. Your superior mobility will prove an advantage while whittling away at him! Do not be bull-hea-er...do well.

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Counterpoint:

RAAAAAAARGHUPO! *smash*

The second fighter was a beast normally only heard of in Nordagh, the great yeti. Whereas the minotaur's features could be plainly seen, this fighter's form was completely covered by white fur, with the exception of two deep-set black eyes, and a mouth filled with knife-like teeth. He clutched a great ironwood tree limb in his hand. Normally ironwood is used for imperial shields, and is harvested by using acid to melt the tree properly, for an axe would only break against it. Yet this bough looked to be ripped cleanly. A low snarl could be heard as the yeti stepped forward.

Sakkra dared not step forth, instead sending a scampering herald to announce the names given to the fighters. Not that they used them, but reputations are always good business. The fighters did little to acknowledge him; Mooj the minotaur only glared and flared his nostrils towards the lad, and Moogle the yeti needed only grip his club to cause the boy to scamper away. Yet the crowd was riveted. Only Senator Mortious dared avert his eyes... he said something hastily about "Hot furry action" before running to the baths, causing Prelate Katrinity of the Order of the Cookie to sigh with relief at his abscence.

There would be no other introductions for these fighters... no sizing each other up, no taunts to rile up the crowd, not even a chance for each other to prepare their defenses. Both fighters charged, Mooj lowering his head to aim his honrned head, while Moogle raised his club high. Their roars blended together in a twisted sort of harmony, before the impacts silenced them. Moogle swung his club down, square upon Mooj's head... splitting his steel helmet apart as though it was made of pudding. Mooj recoiled from the impact, his head being driven down... but his charge was not averted. He slammed his massive form head first into the yeti's stomach; and he continued to charge, until finally he slammed the yeti against an arena wall with an audible cruch.

This would have killed a lesser warrior instantly, but luckily for the crowd (and Moogle for that matter) 10 foot yeti aren't exactly ordinary fighters. "RRrrrrupo!!!" He snarled, and gripped one horn in a large clawed hand, while the other swung his club into the minotaur's gut. Mooj's armour dented quickly, despite its size and weight. The minotaur tried to free himself, but when a giant furball is gripping your horn, it makes matters difficult. He swung his sword, slicing across the yeti's thighs... staining his white fur with blood. Moogle roared in pain, and tossed the minotaur aside.. albeit into a marble pillar which soon became covered in cracks.

Mooj flared his nostils once more, sending blood spattering onto the ground out of his nose. He wobbled slightly as he stepped forward, growling annoyedly. He lowered his head and charged once more, and Moogle responded in kind. Yet this time was different. For when the yeti swung his club this time, Mooj pivoted, dodging the club narrowly, and managing to slice a diagonal wound in Moogle's chest with his horn. But he did not stop here. Using his momentum, he swung upwards, causing a second slice slightly below the first. Even more blood dampened the arena sand.

Moogle roared in a combination of anger and pain, and swung his club once more. It connected, hitting the minotaur's side. So forceful was the blow that is knocked Mooj to his side, a difficult feat against a 400-someodd pound bullman. Yet the price for this blow would be high, as the wood snapped from the sheer force. So be it. After all, one doesn't really need a club when claws are also an option. The yeti advanced, though not very quickly, putting on a show for the crowd. The crowd went wild.

Mooj on the other hand struggled to get up. By the look of it, his ribs were likely broken, and each breath caused another little dribble of blood to fall out the corners of his mouth. Yet finally he stood, only to be sent reeling by Moogle raking his claws across his face. The minotaur cried out in pain and swung his sword blindly, sending flecks of blood into the stands before hitting his opponent twice. Yet even though they were direct hits, the great yeti's thick fat and hardy constitution caused the blows to barely leave cuts.... It was time to try something different.

Opening his eyes, all the minotaur could see was a hazy figure through the blood pouring over his eyes. Moogle swung his claws once more, this time slicing open one of the last intact parts of Mooj's armor, but doing little else. Mooj took this opportunity to lunge forward... almost as fast as he had charged previously, but without lowering his head. His sword pierced the yeti's chest, and he continued, driving more and more steel into the beast. Yet not even this would be enough pain for the one who so embarrased him. Mooj charged for a third time, sword first this time. With a grunt of strain, he carried the yeti with him, who clawed furiously as best he's able, shredding off layer after layer of the minotaur's face. But there is little that can stop a beast when it is so enraged, and Mooj was no exception. He hit the arena wall, driving the sword deeper and impaling Moogle upon it. Yet still he ran for the last foot or so, driving all of his sword up to the hilt either into the yeti or into the stone wall, and until their heads collided, splattering the yeti's brains over the arena walls, and even into the stands.

The healers rushed to Mooj's aid, as his injuries would surely be fatal. But per the rules, it is not the injuries themself that constitute a win, it is the death. As they loaded him onto a wagon, Doctor Suddar could not help but shout "WEEE OOHH!!! WEE OOHH!!" as they wheeled the bullman out. Empress Abbikat promplty had him executed for breaking the third wall with his little ambulance sounds. As for Moogle, they left him there, for there was little a human could do to get him loose. Besides, gore always brings in the crowds.

Edit: Oops, forgot a part.

[ 11-18-2003: Message edited by: Sakkra ]

Walking across the sand, Ace tried to avoid the blood. Yeti blood was known to be notoriously sticky stuff. Absolutely dreadful for getting out of one's clothes as it were. Seeing one of big sheets of metal from the Minotaur's armor stuck slightly in a marble pillar he went over to it and pried it loose. Good sturdy stuff it was, looking about Ace happily found one of the ironwood shards from when Moogle's club had snapped. Grabbing it up and dragging the armor plating with him, Ace went over to Moogle's body. The smell was absolutely horrendous. Was it Yeti law not to bathe.

Holding his nose, Ace poked both ends of the ironwood shard in the blood puddle under the yeti's massive frame. Sticking it the ends across the armor plate, Ace hefted the heavy shield onto his arm. The Yeti blood was already drying and stuck fast. Hmm, that sounded like one of those lions. Looking around Ace tried to place the growl, assuming it better to run than find out, he promptly did. New shield in hand. He was off to go find that Sakkra fellow and ask for a fight.

But a winner is me!

passes out

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Gunslinger Moogle stopped staring at Deedlit long enough to write:
Ow...last time I got this bad a thrashing it was from an iron golem...and I was inanimate.

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Well, take comfort in the fact that if it were any other fighter than Mooj, Liam, or Parce, you'd have turned them into a red smear. And that's just because they're the heavy fighters.

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This one time, at Lazzay camp:
Bumpitude!

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*Hands Lazzay two falcatas to play with*

The first fighter was recognized by some as Nina, an up and coming secutor from the coastal town of Trikata. She clutched a small ivory dagger in her hand, and from the looks of it it was carved from the tusk of some great beast, likely an elephant, or one of the plains cats of the Windward Steppes. For a shield, she had strapped the metal umbo from a legionnaire's shield upon her forearm. Coupled with the fact the only other protection she wore was a pair of metal shin guards and an open-faced steel helmet, gave the impression she relied upon her speed for defense.

The second fighter was announced as Lazzay, a dervish from the Qua Ragh desert of the south. She wielded two small falcatas in her hands, causing some questions among the crowd as to her judgement. For many gladiators have attempted to wield twin weapons in an attempt to be flashy, but none have had much success. But then, this crowd had likely never seen a desert fighter. She wore no armour, merely garments of flowing silk.

The fighters circled each other, likely in an attempt to gain a psychological upper hand. Nina chuckled bemusedly, as if to wonder if this is the best Sakkra could throw at her. Meanwhile Lazzay twirled and clanged her blades on one another, causing a ring of steel to echo through the arena. Each fighter took a step forward at the same time, hoping to intimidate the other, but neither so much as blinked.

Lazzay made the first move, taking a little hop forward as she swung her right sword at Nina. The secutor blocked with her little makeshift shield, and responded by thrusting forward with her dagger. With a spin to the side, the dervish avoided the blow and swung her swords at her foe's head. Nina was quick to dodge, bending backwards at the waist to send both blades flying over her head. She then hopped back, raising her arms to taunt the dervish and appeal to the crowd.

"Matrix dodge omgz " Lazzay said as the tide of the cheering began to turn against her. Nina merely laughed. The fighter glared balefully, then attacked once more. Nina swung her shield-arm in a backhand, knocking one of Lazzay's swords to the side. She followed through by stabbing her dagger at the desert woman's arm, but it was only a glancing blow. Lazzay on the other hand, was a better aim, swinging her other sword to connect with Nina's helmet, a loud "CLANG!" ringing throughout the ring, and likely Nina's ears.

She wobbled, disoriented from the dervish's attack, but she would find no time to regain her senses. Lazzay charged, swinging her swords quickly... her motions almost a blur of steel and red silk. Nina dodged as best she could, stumbling slightly as she retreated, but avoiding all but a few scratching blows.

The crowd went wild, and Lazzay frowned at the lack of love for her, despite the fact she was keeping her opponent on the ropes so to speak. Deciding to take a hint from the larger fighters that went before her, she charged forward, ducking her shoulder down. Nina saw this as an opening, and swung her dagger at the dervish's face. A hit. Blood coated her dagger, and she laughed.

Yet this would prove to be premature. For blood did indeed coat the dagger, and with good reason. Lazzay's cheek had been cut open. But cheek wounds are rarely fatal. Her charge connected, knocking Nina to the ground. With amazing speed, Lazzay knelt, plunging her swords into her foe, one in each leg, just above the knee. Nina screamed in pain and swung her dagger futiley, but it was too late, as Lazzay had already sprung away, leaving Nina pinned down in the soft earth. The crowd roared with applause, quite thrilled by the desert woman's savagery.
"Meanie ", was the last word the secutor would hear.

Yet the healers did not come for Nina, not just yet anyway. For the rules stated a fight may not be interrupted until one is dead. And so, Nina was left to her fate, as her blood flowed profusely, soaking the earth as she died a long, painful death. Though her spirit could find some small comfort in the fact that the healers could at least remove her body from the ring after she had met her end. Not that it mattered much, but such is the life of a gladiator.

[ 11-20-2003: Message edited by: Sakkra ]

Team 2

DoR the Wolf ----- Lost.
Willias the Mongrel Shaman
Xyrra the Amazon
Zair the Undead Legionnaire ----- Won.
Janus the Barbarian
Drysart the Berserker
Puggy the Satyr
Lazzay the Dervish ---- Won.
Moogle the Yeti ----- Lost.
Alt-F4 the Cyclops ------ Lost.
Azrael the other Centurion
Vorbis the Bear

1d7 => 4
1d7 => 3

These are entertaining

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Ja'Deth Issar Ka'bael had this to say about Captain Planet:
Sakkra cannot escape his fate. BUMP!

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Damnit Deth, don't you realize how fucking lazy I am? Though I plan to get the Parce vs. Janus match up soon, just been busy training new people at work to be ready in time for Thanksgiving.

The latter was a barbarian from the Sloan Forest of Nordagh. His armor is the cured leather and pelts of the great wolves of the north, and in his hands he clutched a large maul. It is said these fierce fighters feel no pain, and move faster than any legionaire, despite the weight of their weapons. While most Imperial soldiers don't take the howling barbarians lightly (Unless they're drunk, in which case they think the gods themselves aren't even worthy foes) , the samnite merely chuckled.

Sakkra stepped forward to announce the fighters, promising much bloodshed for his fans. Given the previous fights, it likely wouldn't be hard to make good on his promise. The fighters advanced, each taking a step or two to see the other's reaction. Neither flinched. Parcelan made the first move.

He feinted a swing of his axe, though he was out of range by a foot or so. Still, Janus raised the haft of his maul as though to parry. With a grin, Parcelan repeated, but Janus didn't.
"Fool me once, shame on you, fool m- AGGRRRHH!!"
The barbarian was interrupted by Parcelan lunging forward and smacking his shield against Janus's face with a backhand swing. Janus staggerd back and spat a mouthful of blood and a tooth or two upon the ground.

With a howl of rage he counterattackked, swinging his maul quickly and moving from side to side. Parcelan managed to block the majority of the blows, but his shield began to buckle and splinter in places from the power of the granite weapon. He swung his axe, though not nearly quick enough, causing Janus to laugh as he dodged.

Janus continued moving, attacking from the left, then the right, always in motion. Parcelan was straining himself to just keep up, let alone counter, for movement isn't exactly easy when carrying 100 or so pounds of armaments.
"ARR!! FILTH!! DIRTIES ATTACK ME FROM EVERY ANGLE!", Parcelan bellowed, sweat pouring down his brow like rain in April.

Janus began connecting more and more, denting the Imperial's armor and causing him to stagger back. Yet the samnite would not be bullied. He feigned reeling back once more, and Janus took the bait. With a lunge, the barbarian raised his maul above his head to strike. But Parcelan had other plans, and lunged forward himself, swinging his shield once more. It almost completely shattered, sending splinters and chips of elm about the arena. But a shield was a small price to pay for the damage it did.

Janus lay on the ground, his face mangled. His nose was shattered, and blood poured from his mouth. But his mouth wouldn't be the only place blood was spilled from. For as he struggled to get up, Parcelan brought his axe down, straight into the northman's chest. Dark red blood sprayed like a fountain as the heavy steel blade cleaved his chest, through his ribs, and splattered his still-beating heart like an overripe grape. Parcelan held his arms out, revelling in the crowd's approval as blood drenched his armor in a sick sort of shower.

Janus could do little but lay there and glare maliciously up at his killer as his life faded. Parcelan would make it quicker though, showing as much mercy as one would find in the games. With a great stomp that stirred up some of the loose sand, he planted his armored boot into the northman's gut, and were it not for the cheering, one would probably hear the squish. Using the leverage of his foot, he struggled for a moment before finally dislodging his axe, and walked back towards his teammates, grumbling something about needing a towel and a few barrels of wine.

1d6 => 2
1d6 => 1

ARR!!

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Check out the big brain on Jargum!
Woah, just thought of something. All these deaths before me? Seems like it may be bad for my opponent.

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Actually, since their corpses were removed, the only one you could use to your advantage is Moogle. But I already have something in mind for you to summon...

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We were all impressed when Sakkra wrote:
Actually, since their corpses were removed, the only one you could use to your advantage is Moogle.

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It would be really, really cool if someone that knew how to manipulate shockwave(or any other animation program) made little videos of each of the battles. I doubt that anyone has the time, but it would still be cool.

[ 11-24-2003: Message edited by: Puggy ]