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the moment to fight, to fight, to fight...

Jul 30, 2011 15:00

WHO: wickedcultured & duelking | Closed
LOCATION: Olympus Coliseum
TIME: Backdated to... idk. Sometime before Zell got turned into minced meat.
WHAT: MORTAL KOMBAAAAAT! ...I mean. Moar fighting, yes. They both decided to participate in a mini-tournament.
RATING: PG-13 at the most? For violence and possibly language.

( Let it roll, let it roll, I'm unstoppable! )

[final fantasy vii] genesis rhapsodos, ❧ [final fantasy viii] zell dincht

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wickedcultured July 30 2011, 21:20:05 UTC

Genesis had arrived only shortly before the main round and after his talk with Sephiroth, he had decided to participate in this mini-tournament of sorts. He couldn't join the Hades Cup for now, but perhaps when it reopened he would ( ... )

duelking July 31 2011, 00:15:10 UTC

So his opponent used a sword, huh? Zell was never the type to think himself at a disadvantage compared to those with weapons. It just meant he'd have to move a little quicker to ensure he could avoid that sword and get close enough to land a strike.

"Bring it on!"

Eager to see what this guy was made of, Zell decided to go on the offensive first. This guy looked older than he was, maybe making him a more seasoned fighter as a result. No time for jumping to conclusions, though! Propelling himself forward with a burst of energy, Zell dashed across the arena towards the Genesis, trying to keep an eye on that sword while he did. He opted to go with something simple at first-- to test the waters. He didn't want to use up magic if he didn't have to.

Once he met the swordsman halfway, Zell sprang through the air and shot a foot out, aimed for the center of the man's chest with the intention of knocking him off balance.

wickedcultured July 31 2011, 00:19:48 UTC

( ... )

duelking July 31 2011, 03:52:32 UTC

Thrilled with the prospect of a challenge, a grin spread across Zell's mouth once his foot struck the flat of the blade and he was pushed off into the air. He used that momentum to arc backwards and flip himself around so that he'd land on his feet. He came down in just enough time to brace himself for the sword being swung at him.

There was a reason the backs of his gloves were plated in metal-- and this was it. He brought up his fists and deflected the blade with the back of one. It was a risky move in and of itself given that he could have missed his mark, so he didn't care to test his luck further in that respect. As soon as he got enough of an opening, he closed in and went for an uppercut.

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