Session Start: Sat Oct 11 17:58:24 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20031011.log'
<Ire> Session 113: Nani!?
<Ire> Time Chart: October 25th, 2222. 30 mins after last session
<Ire> Location: The Colliseum
* Ire sits in his seat, watching the various battles proceed. So far just low key fighters have been fighting, but occassionally there's a fight of interest.
<Ire> Voice: Garland Hianule vs. Midget Maniac!
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
<Dahok> Midget Maniac?! *sits on the sideline busting out laughing*
* Junior steps into the ring.
<Silouette> .....that guy better have some skill if he's using a name like /that/.
<Ire> GM: *a little figure, only 2 feet tall, hops onto the mat, totally cloaked.*
<Ire> GM: *the crowd howls with laughter*
* Dahok looks over at Sil
<Dahok> Something smells funny...*sniffs the air*
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...FIGHT
*** MidgetManiac has joined #taw
* Junior bows to MidgetManiac.
<MidgetManiac> .... you are not Garland Hianule. This should be interesting.
<Junior> Perhaps not the one you expected, but that it my name.
* MidgetManiac begins to approach, casting a tiny little shadow on the ground.
* Dahok sneezes
<Dahok> Gah that's stench...
* Junior eyes the MM, taking the defensive.
<Ire> .... *leans forward* What the hell is this?
<Silouette> ...what are you talking about?
* MidgetManiac two gloved hands extend from the cloak and begin to collect a ball of electricity, hurling it at Junior.
<Dahok> Something smells....*sniffs his arm pits* No, not me.
* Junior rolls to the side.
* MidgetManiac dashes forward and throws a kick at Junior's head.
* Junior forces his hands out at the dashing MM, firing a blast at it.
* MidgetManiac is knocked back, flipping through the air and landing. He immediately dashes forward.
* Junior flips foward, hopefully over the pint sized warrior.
* MidgetManiac bounces straight up when Junior does that, hopping to hit him with his body.
* Junior twists himself mid-flip, striking downward.
* MidgetManiac is knocked down into the ground, rolling
<MidgetManiac> Chit.
<MidgetManiac> (mat, not ground ground)
* Junior jumps back, looking at MM.
* MidgetManiac stands up, his cloak flapping.
<MidgetManiac> Chiiiiiiiii....*begins to crackle with electricity*
<Dahok> Such power...
* Junior steps back towards the other side of the ring.
<MidgetManiac> tttteeeeeeerrrr! *sends a 5 foot wave of electricity forward*
* Dahok looks over at Sil
<Dahok> Did he just scream out Chitter?
* Dahok makes a loud chitter nouse
* Junior uses the distance between them to improve his chances of dodging.
<Dahok> NRP: Noise
<Silouette> ...that or cheater.
<MidgetManiac> *chitter*
* MidgetManiac throws off his cloak, revealing
*** MidgetManiac is now known as RoboticSquirrel
* RoboticSquirrel zooms forward at Junior.
<Dahok> AIIEEEE!!! *screams like a girl for a second*
* Junior waits untill the las second before jumping, throwing his heel at the Squirrel in an attempt to hook him out of the ring.
<Silouette> ......
<Dahok> Damned squirrels...
<Ire> ...the hell?
* RoboticSquirrel twists out of the way, then whips out at Junior with an electricified tail.
* Junior is shocked, he leaps back and falls to a knee. "GAH!!"
* RoboticSquirrel lands on the ground, then tries to do a twirl kick at Junior's face, his feet electricified.
* Junior rolls to the side, and grabs the squirrel's removed cloak, he quickly glances at what it's made of.
<Ire> GM: *standard clothing material. Some cotton, etc. etc.*
<Junior> It'll have to do.
* RoboticSquirrel lands, then begins to waves it's tail rapidly. It sends waves of electricity out at Junior*
* Junior jumps back and waves the cloak almost like a matador.
* RoboticSquirrel hops once, then zooms at Junior.
* Junior lunges forward in an attempt to "bag" the squirrel in it's cloak.
* RoboticSquirrel is bagged.
* Junior spins with it in his arms and attempts to throw it out of the ring.
<RoboticSquirrel> GM: *the bag flies out of the ring and straight toward the ground, where it suddenly stops one foot from the ground. The cloak falls off and the squirrel hovers over the ground*
<Junior> Great, he can fly...
* RoboticSquirrel zooms at Junior again.
* RoboticSquirrel electricfies himself, too
* Junior grimaces and blinks for a moment.
* RoboticSquirrel is going for a ram.
<Junior> It's worth a chance.
* Junior dashes into the Squirrel's ram, quickly kicking the bottom of his foot forward attempting to use the rubber souls as insulation.
* RoboticSquirrel rams straight into the foot, waves of electricify flowing off of him as he hits the mat.
* Junior pants, the battle's acrobatics taking their toll on him.
* RoboticSquirrel struggles to get up.
<RoboticSquirrel> Chitt....er..
<Dahok> He just said Fucker...
* Junior runs forward and attempts to jack-kick the squirrel.
* RoboticSquirrel is knocked hard!
<Silouette> ...you speak robo-squirrel?
* RoboticSquirrel twirls through the air, totally out of it.
* Junior falls to a knee, the electrical shock taking it's toll on him.
* RoboticSquirrel twirls right out of the ring and hits the ground.
<Dahok> I speak squirrel, it's apparently the same.
* RoboticSquirrel has been defeated.
*** RoboticSquirrel has left #taw
<Ire> GM: *the crowd applauds Junior*
<Dahok> That was definetly an odd fight.
* Silouette nods slightly
* Junior steps out of the ring, leaning against the wall.
<Ire> Voice: Dahok Fyro vs. DEFAL
<Ire> GM: *a Brahnk Monk steps out*
* Dahok face faults
<Silouette> ....kick his ass.
*** Defal has joined #taw
* Dahok push's himself up
* Defal steps into the ring.
<Dahok> That'll be a miracle if I can...*makes his way to the ring*
<Ire> ...this cannot be good.
<Ire> Snipe: Well, well, Garland, you seem to be winning your matches. *steps out from behind Junior*
* Dahok steps up onto the ring and raises his head at Defal
* Defal looks at Dahok with steeled resolve.
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...FIGHT
<Dahok> How's the Temple doing?
<Defal> After the state you left it, Fyro?
<Dahok> I had no choice...
* Defal clenches his fist, sliding into a fighting stance.
<Defal> Then let us settle this like warriors.
* Dahok sighs
* Dahok slides his feet apart and straightens his back, his arms held out infront of him boxer style
* Defal launches his foot out in a quick snap at Dahok's face.
* Dahok snaps his right arm up and blocks it, he returns with a quick jab to Defals chin
* Defal knocks it aside with a quick block of his hand.
* Defal jumps forward and punches at Dahok.
* Dahok pulls his hand back and steps back
* Dahok throws his hand up and palm blocks the punch, the force still sends him sliding back a few inches
* Defal attempts to grab Dahok's arm when he does so and throw him.
* Dahok is sent flying across the ring and slides to a halt
* Defal bounces forward in quick strides, closing the distance.
* Dahok pushes himself to his feet and slides back into a fighting stance, he lets out a breathe of air again
* Defal also seems to have some vines wrapped around his arms.
* Defal stops in front of Dahok, balancing carefuly on one foot.
* Dahok growls and launches himself forward, spinning himself around and launching himself off with his right hand into a spiraling kick at Defal
* Junior sits on the benches near the others, wiping his brow with a cloth.
* Defal hops off to the side with his planted foot so that he avoids, then kicks out with his already raised leg, hoping to nail Dahok.
* Dahok already had his arms wrapped around his chest and they take the blunt of the kick, his trajectory is offset and he slides to the side rolling
* Junior glances to Snipe.
* Defal bounces forward and kicks out again.
* Dahok hand plants as he rolls and he spins up and over the kick
<Junior> I don't care for the word winning.
* Defal throws out his arms, the vines untangling and trying to whip at Dahok, before wrapping around his arm again.
<Ire> Snipe: Oh?
<Ire> GM: *the crowd seems to be very intriged by this fight, cheering for both Defal and Dahok. So far, though, it seems pretty evenly divided on popularity, though some comment on the vine attack*
* Dahok is cracked by the vines, lines of blood appears whereever they hit, he lands on his feet and launches himself forward throwing several punches aimed at Defal's chest area
* Defal hops back, allowing them to miss him by mere inches. He grins slowly.
<Ire> Snipe: Well, you seem to be completing your matches, then.
* Dahok growls more and drops to the ground, spinning kicking out at Defal's right knee cap
* Defal is hit, a loud pop heard as he falls painfully forward.
<Ire> Snipe: Well, your friend there, the dumb one, sure wants blood.
* Dahok spins his upper body around, throwing his whoel arm out at Defal's face
* Defal blocks with his vined arm. The vines begin to untangle and try to grab Dahok's arm. If they do, they'll attempt to crush the bone.
<Junior> That he does.
<Ire> Snipe: He reminds me of my friend. ... how odd.
<Dahok> GAHHH!!!! *grunts in pain as he feels his gauntlets being to crush
* Ire sits down next to Sil.
<Dahok> NRP: begin to crush
<Ire> This seems to be getting violent.
<Dahok> You were to blind to see what was going on! *screams as he tries to whip Defal around with his arm*
* Defal is thrown forward, impacting against the mat.
<Defal> Blind?! You turned out entire zone into a haven of chaos.
<Dahok> NRP: vines let go?
<Ire> NRP: No.
<Silouette> ....too much testosterone.
* Defal grunts.
* Dahok throws his left arm against Defals throat
* Ire grunts.
<Dahok> Long was manipulating the elders the entire time!
* Defal croaks, his windpipe getting crushed.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd seems to be chanting for Dahok to take out Defal once and for all*
* Dahok struggles to free his right hand
* Defal 's vines loosen their grip as Defal's concentration is broken.
* Dahok pulls his right hand back and holds it there, eyeing Defal, a look of death in his eyes
<Junior> So, John McCormick, what are you doing here?
<Ire> Snipe: I was asked to come here yesterday. Plus Dias wanted to come.
* Defal coughs and sputters, glaring up at Dahok.
<Defal> ...Fyro.
* Dahok pulls his left arm back and stands up
<Junior> I see.
<Silouette> ...well, they've calmed down it seems.
* Ire watches.
<Junior> Does Eve Winters know what Ire's mission is?
<Ire> It seems.
<Ire> Snipe: Ire's mission?
<Junior> What with Senreich and the truth behind Slasher?
<Ire> Snipe: Hmmm, no I don't think so.
* Dahok stands there waiting for Defal to make a move, his chest rising and dropping as he breathes heavy
<Junior> The only reason we're here is to get audience with the Zone leader, if Eve wins it will be much more difficult.
<Ire> Snipe: Well, I'm actually surprised she joined.
* Defal attempts to stand, but his right knee cap won't work.
<Junior> I wonder why.
<Dahok> NRP: Snipe: Or in otherwords, you're afraid of her.
* Dahok reaches his hand out to Defal
<Ire> Snipe: I could ask her.
<Defal> .....
<Junior> Please.
<Defal> Our...fight is not over...
<Ire> Snipe: Roger roger. *hops up, adjusting his glasses, and walks off*
* Junior sits near Ire.
<Dahok> Yes it is...
<Dahok> You can't even stand up.
* Ire glances at Junior.
<Dahok> Take what little pride you have left and go back to the Temple, and rebuild it to it's former glory.
* Defal commands the vines to wrap around his knee cap, then he begins to, somehow, stand.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd howls in amazement as Defalk stands*
* Dahok slides back, his quickly moving into a offensive fighting style
<Junior> As much as you're putting on this tournament, we may need to consider another venue considering how the bracket appears it will lead.
<Ire> There ARE always alternatives that we can follow up. Besides, I believe this tournament is good for all of you.
* Defal eyes Dahok balefully.
* Dahok transfers his weight from one leg to the other as he waits
* Junior looks to Ire, his brow slightly quirked.
<Defal> We will meet again, Dahok Fyro.
<Junior> I'm guessing it was this or more "home town" visits?
* Defal limps off. The crowd boos, though Dahok gets applauds.
* Ire raises his eyesbrows at Junior
* Dahok bows his head as Defal leaves
*** Defal has left #taw
* Dahok turns and walks off to the sidelines next to Sil
* Ire looks at Dahok.
<Ire> A little brutal there, Fyro.
* Dahok turns his head upto Ire
* Junior scratches his chin once, and then turns his gaze from Ire back to the ring.
<Dahok> Lucky one of us is still alive Ire...
<Ire> Snipe: *finishes his talk with Eve, shaking his head. He glances at Junior like he's a dead man.
<Dahok> NRP: Be
* Junior glances over to Snipe and Eve.
<Silouette> ...see, we knew you'd win.
<Ire> GM: *Eve walks away from Snipe as her name is called. She hops up, facinga staggering 7 foot giant fighter. Their fight begins. And ends, rather quickly, with a fist to the gut of the giant, throwing him out of the ring. All this time, Snipe watches the fight, trying not to look at Junior*
<Dahok> I don't know how it happened...*plops down with his legs crossed, he runs his hands throught the grass, obviously communicating with nature again
<Dahok> NRP: Earth: Kill them all, KILL ALL THE NONBELIEVERS!
<Ire> Voice: Setsuna Asahi vs. Nyssa
<Ire> Snipe: *casually takes a seat, not coming back near Junior*
<Ire> ...good luck, Sil.
<Dahok> Good luck Sil...*goes back meditating*
* Silouette nods and gets up. "...thanks." And heads to the arena.
*** Nyssa has joined #taw
* Nyssa is a young woman, much like Sil. She even has the same blank look as her. She hops onto the ring as if it's all business, her sword sheathed on her side.
<Nyssa> ...
* Nyssa stares at Sil, as if she's her only enemy.
* Silouette bows slightly.
* Nyssa returns the bow.
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...FIGHT
* Nyssa draws her blade, almost in a flash. She holds the blade.
<Ire> ...this Nyssa character reminds me of Sil for some reason.
* Silouette draws her sword slowly, almost casually, sliding into her fighting stance.
* Nyssa seems to be waiting, calmly.
* Dahok pushes himself up and leans against the wall
* Dahok sniffs the air, trying to pick up Nyssa's scent
* Silouette makes a thrust for Nyssa's throat, but only to test her defense.
* Nyssa parries the sword with just a slight movement of her wrists, never once getting worked up.
* Dahok quirks his eyes
<Dahok> Ire...this may sound a little odd, but she almost smells like Sil.
<Ire> ....What do you..mean, exactly, Fyro?
* Silouette makes an arched swing, coming up towards Nyssa's side
* Nyssa twists his arm slightly and then her wrist to block the sword with a simple parry. This time she takes a leisurely step forward, retwists her wrist so that the sword comes arching towards Sil's face.
<Ire> Snipe: *tries to watch the fight, nervously scratching his head*
* Silouette let's herself fall back, trying to kick Nyssa's swordarm as she rolls backwards a few paces, and back to her feet.
<Ire> Eve: *glances at Junior once, then resumes to watching Sil, clapping her hands for the girl*
* Nyssa simply relocates her arm to another location, aka, moving it, so it avoids being kicked.
* Nyssa moves forward and almost vanishes from sight, appearing off to Sil's side. She then steps forward, twisting the sword and stabbing forward like a fencer, then stepping back.
<Dahok> It's weird, they're not the same scent, but there very similar...as if they're the same coin but different sides.
<Ire> They both seem rather calm to be different sides of the same coin.
*** X1-KillBill is now known as X1
* Silouette moves, but takes a cut across her shoulder as she was unprepared. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she spins around, slashing in a wide arc.
* Nyssa ducks down low, faster than the arc. She then rolls to the side so she's off to Sil's side once again, then arches forward, stops as it's a feint, steps another step further so she's more behind Sil, and stabs forward.
<Ire> This Nyssa is real good..
* Junior watches the battle.
*** X1 is now known as Pope`
* Pope` appears next to Ire.
<Dahok> I was referring to their scents Ire.
* Silouette doesn't let her motion slow from the previous slash and comes around again, ducking low and kicking for Nyssa's face.
<Ire> Their...*pauses, as if someone is there. He turns* Pope. How...are you? *seems uneasy, not having seen Pope since the fall of London*
<Pope`> Unstable. You?
<Ire> I am ... fine.
<Pope`> That's good, mate. Mighty good.
* Nyssa is kicked. She steps back, turning back to look at Sil.
<Ire> Ayn said you were taking some time to yourself. ... has it helped?
<Pope`> Eh.
* Ire grunts, nodding as if he understands.
* Pope` shrugs
<Ire> Snipe: *watches the fight, rubbing his hands together nervously*
<Ire> Eve: *paces around, watching the fight*
* Ire glances at Snipe, a few rows away, then at Junior.
* Silouette hops back a step, but keeps low, like a cat ready to pounce.
<Ire> What is with McCormick?
<Junior> I've been telling you he's off of it.
<Dahok> *grabs onto the rail above him and pulls himself up, getting a look at Pope
* Nyssa twists and fades from sight briefly, appearing behind Sil. She does a quick jab forward, twists her body to the side, and archs the sword with her.
<Dahok> Heya Pope.
<Pope`> 'Ello.
* Dahok his grip slips and he falls onto his back
<Dahok> ACK!!!! *rubs his head furiously*
<Ire> ....
* Ire sighs at Fyro.
* Silouette leans to the side, then pivots on one heel to try to sweep Nyssa's feet out from under her.
<Ire> *a soft chitter comes from behind Junior*
* Junior looks over his shoulder to the chitter.
* Nyssa hops over the sweep easily, flips in the air to land beside Sil, and stabs at her gut, going for a kill.
<Ire> GM: *nothing is there*
<Junior> This is proving to be worse and worse of an idea.
<Ire> What do you mean? *looks at Junior*
<Ire> Squirrel: *slowly rises up behind Junior, holding a huge kitchen knife. He's hit by someone walking to their seat, bouncing off*
<Junior> I seem to be drawing much more attention than I'd otherwise like because of it.
* Junior doesn't notice the squirrel.
<Ire> Well, your choice of name was bad.
* Silouette moves, but doesn't seem fast enough, taking the sword through the side. In a move of defiance, she grabs Nyssa's sword arm in both hands and rolls back, pulling Nyssa with her, then pushing hard as she can with both feet, in an attempt to throw her out of the arena.
* Nyssa is knocked over the edge of the arena. But she daftly grabs the side and keeps herself from falling.
<Ire> ...Setsuna! *stands, wondering if she is okay*
<Dahok> NRP: How high is the ring?
<Ire> NRP: 3 feet.
* Silouette gets to her feet, pulling the sword out of her side and holding her side with her free hand. She walks over to where Nyssa is, and punts her in the face.
* Nyssa twists and sends her feet sailing along the edge to knock Sil clean off her feet. At the same time she is punted in the fact, though it doesn't deter her.
* Silouette falls on the mat, twisting as she does, and bringing Nyssa's sword down hard, with the extra force from her fall, down across Nyssa's fingers.
* Nyssa moves back up, but her fingers are chopped off. They lay there, but little to no blood leaks from the stubs left. She stands, eyeing her wound appraisingly, obviously feeling the pain to some degree.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd goes nuts at this latest development*
<Ire> ....
* Silouette leans back a bit, then flips back to her feet, holding Nyssa's sword in a ready posistion.
* Nyssa drops her hand to the side, holding up other hand. She vanishes from sight, appearing to Sil's side, throwing a punch at her face.
<Ire> Is she a machine...?
* Silouette takes the punch to the side of the head, starting to fall... but then vanishes herself, and reappears behind Nyssa with a roundhouse kick to the head.
<Dahok> I think she's like Sil...undead.
<Dahok> YOU CAN DO IT SIL!!!
* Nyssa is kicked in the head, stepping off to the side. She frowns, then throws herself back, returning the favor with her own kick to Sil's face.
<Ire> ...undead.
<Junior> <Stark> I've been saying it for some time.
<Ire> ...
* Ire looks at Stark.
<Ire> When did YOU show up---you must have come with Pope.
<Pope`> Bugger, can't anyone stay dead these days?
<Junior> <Stark> No, I've been here.
<Ire> GM: *meanwhile, Ayn still flees through the city*
* Silouette moves forward at the same time. Moving to impale Nyssa with her own blade.
<Ire> NRP: Had to bring that back up. ;)
* Nyssa is impaled. She winces, eyeing Sil. Obviously in pain, she refuses to give up. She grabs Sil and yanks her closer, even if it means more impalement, just to headbutt her.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd applauds*
* Silouette is headbutted, but she twists the blade as she stumbles back a step, then attempts to pull it free, out of Nyssa's side.
* Nyssa stops, a little blood dripping down. She falls forward, holding her gut.
<Dahok> May she isn't undead.
<Ire> Snipe: *watches in utter horror, realizing he's watching two zombies.*
* Silouette spins around, bringing the sword around in a decapitating motion, but stops hesitantly, enough that she doesn't cut more than a layer of skin.
<Junior> <Stark> Don't be so disturbed, Warren. She's still as human as any of us. She has feelings, too. Haven't you noticed the way she looks at you?
<Ire> ...I'm not disturbed. What are you talking about? *looks confused*
<Nyssa> ...
<Pope`> ...Buggerin' a walkin' corpse? *shudders* That's gross, mate.
* Ire stares at Sil, who just stopped inches from decapitating her opponent.
<Ire> ...Setsuna..
<Junior> NRP: I should have said that to Snipe.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd chants Setsuna's name*
<Silouette> .....I will not be the one to release you from this curse.
* Nyssa stands slowly, still holding her stomach. She bows once, then leaves.
*** Nyssa has left #taw
* Silouette takes and sheaths her own blade and steps out of the arena and rejoins the other, holding her side again.
<Junior> NRP: Now that's disturbing.
<Ire> Ref: *steps up, speaking in Japanese, which is translated for those who need it* We are now in the middle of our tournament, so we will having a small break. Our guest speaker, John McCormick, will now speak.
<Ire> ..are you okay?
* Dahok looks over at Sil
<Dahok> You should uh...get that patched up you know.
*** Snipe has joined #taw
* Snipe hops onto the ring, grabbing a microphone. He waves to the cheering crowd.
* Dahok double takes at the mention of John McCormick speaking
<Silouette> ...didn't hit anything vital. *seems to be almost joking*
<Dahok> Uhh....hello?
<Snipe> Moshi moshi. Hajimemashite...did I say that right? Anyway, I'm glad to be here!
* Ire grunts at Snipe.
<Dahok> NRP: Not hello, hah hah.
<Snipe> We've had some good fighting today and I just want to thank all our fighters - and even those who have not shown up yet - for participating today. But, right now, we're going to be doing a few special bonus rounds where you can win some prizes.
<Snipe> Our first special fight will be ... *pauses, going blank. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out flash cards* The Heavenly Round.
<Snipe> Do I have one volunteer to fight our special fighter for the prize of 50,000 gil?
* Junior looks over to Ire.
<Junior> Is that a lot?
<Ire> ....It's alright, I suppose.
* Pope` grunts
* Dahok quirks his eyes
<Junior> Hm.
<Dahok> Do we still get to fight the rest of the tourny?
<Snipe> Yes you do. Win or lose. However, even if you AREN'T in the tournament, you can fight.
<Snipe> So, any one in the crowd feel lucky?
<Pope`> This ain't like that tournament stuff back in Jungle zone, this shite's too glitzy.
<Ire> We just need to focus on winning the main tournament.
<Dahok> Chad: I'LL FIGHT!!!
<Snipe> ...oh for the love of Light, not YOU
* Silouette smirks slightly.
<Dahok> Chad: *leaps down onto the main floor* WHY NOT!?
<Ire> ....because you'll get hur---say, step right up.
<Ire> NRP: Snipe said that
* Snipe gestures at the mat.
*** Chad has joined #taw
<Ire> GM: *the crowd howls and laughs at the little kid who wants to fight*
* Chad begins marching towards Snipe
* Snipe gleefully rubs his hands together, noticing the approaching Eve coming
<Snipe> Hurryupkidandgetonthedamnmatnow.
<Junior> NRP: The approaching Eve coming?
* Chad leaps up ready to land on the arena
* Snipe snatches Chad and helps him land.
<Snipe> There.
<Snipe> Now, our guest fighter is the ... mysterious...Spectre!
* Snipe hops off the mat, eyes Eve, and runs off.
* Chad begins stretching
<Ire> ...Spectre. That name is familiar.
<Dahok> What in the...this is quite...hilarious?
<Ire> GM: *The crowd jokes with each other, thinking this is some type of joke*
<Junior> <Stark> It was the fellow that defeated the winged man, remember?
<Ire> ...I remember him.
<Junior> <Stark> His ability to control the weather still perplexes me to this moment.
<Pope`> NRP: HAL JORDAN?!
<Ire> NRP: *teardrops*
*** Junior is now known as Spectre
*** Spectre has quit IRC (Quit: magister mundi sum.)
<Ire> NRP: Hal Jordan: I've come to fight.
* Chad bends over and begins to tie his shoe
<Ire> GM: *no one shows up to fight Chad*
*** Specter has joined #taw
*** Garland has joined #taw
* Chad begins to stretch side to side waiting
*** Garland is now known as Junior
* Specter flashes in.
<Ire> ...this guy bothers me.
* Specter tilts his hat to the masses, his cloak draped over his small body.
* Silouette nods slowly.
<Junior> Whyso?
<Ire> I don't know. The entire situation bothered me. Angels and what not.
* Chad looks at Specter and walks upto him
<Ire> Ref: Ichi..ni...san..FIGHT
<Chad> Hi mister!
<Specter> Hello.
<Chad> Guess how old I am!
<Ire> GM: *The crowd laughs more*
* Specter floats back a little, drawing his two tai chi blades.
<Chad> Weapon?! *begins patting his clothes down*
<Ire> Fyro, be glad you didn't go up there.
<Chad> I remember him....
<Chad> MRP: Errr..
<Ire> Aya: You can do it, Chad!
<Specter> ...
<Dahok> I remember him.
* Specter tosses one of the swords to Chad.
* Chad stumbles and drops it to the ground
<Ire> GM: *the crowd laughs more*
<Chad> PAH! *kicks it off the side of the arena*
* Specter tilts his head foward. "Let it rain."
<Chad> I was taught the only weapon a man needs is his own body.
<Ire> GM: *rain begin to fall down only on the mat itself*
<Specter> That is an incorrect assumption, young man. There are many weapons beyond the body.
* Specter spins the sword, stepping around the boy.
<Ire> Squirrel: *hides on top of Pope's head*
<Pope`> ...
<Specter> Many of which aren't used for killing.
* Pope` turns to Ire
* Chad slides into a fight stance
<Pope`> There's a rodent in my 'air.
* Ire glances, seeing the squirrel. The squirrel motions for him to be quiet. Ire then looks at Pope deadpanned, nods once, and looks away.
<Pope`> ...
* Specter apears behind Chad, the blade held across his neck.
* Chad stands still
<Chad> EEP!
* Pope` fishes his shotgun from behind his back and places it just ontop of his head
* Chad plants his hands against the blade and shoves off them, ramming his back into Specter's body
<Ire> GM: *some women screams a man is trying to commit suicide. People begin to try and tackle Pope*
<Specter> Why do you fight?
<Chad> For the fun of it...
<Specter> For fun?
* Specter floats there, looking at Chad.
<Pope`> What the-'Ey, get the bloody 'ell offa me, you bleedin' yanks!
<Silouette> ......
<Chad> To become as strong as my father and mother and to do what they do...
<Ire> GM: *the squirrel cleverly leaves now*
<Specter> For strength?
<Specter> Young man, there is much more to any battle than fun or strength.
<Pope`> NRP: <Chad> To become...A LUMBERJACK
<Chad> What is this 20 questions?!
* Specter approaches Chad and leans forward, looking at his face.
* Chad stares back, then lunges forward, trying to headbutt Specter
<Specter> To fight only for enjoyment or just for yourself is pointless.
* Pope` tries to bat off the people grabbing him
* Specter holds out his hand, and prushes Chad back.
<Specter> *pushes
* Chad growls and pushes his head against Specters hand
<Ire> GM: *the people try to assure Pope life is worth living*
* Ire eyes Pope being bothered.
<Specter> Consider your sister.
<Chad> Then you've never enjoyed a good fight in your life. *reaches up and wraps his hands around Specters hands, he shifts his body and his weight in an attempt to throw Specter
<Chad> YOU LEAVE ME SISTER OUT OF THIS!!!!
<Specter> I'm not bringing her into it. Consider her, why does she fight?
<Pope`> I'll shove this goddamn gun so far up your bleedin' arses you'll be tastin' gunpowder!
<Chad> How would I know, I've never asked her!
<Ire> GM: *the people think Pope wants to kill people now. They attempt to restrain him*
<Junior> No? You can't think of any reason?
<Junior> She doesn't appear to fight to win, nor does she worry about strength. Yet she defeated you.
<Chad> It's because she's a woman...
<Ire> Aya: HEY!
<Junior> She fights because you fight, you, her brother. She fights for brotherhood with you.
* Chad throws a punch at Jr
<Ire> Aya: *shakes her fist at them, being close enough to the ring to hear. Eve watches beside her*
* Silouette shakes her head in ammusement.
<Ire> NRP: I love how this has become Jr.
<Junior> NRP: GAH!
<Specter> NRP: I loathe you all.
<Chad> Blah blah blah...
<Pope`> Get yer damn 'ands off me!
<Ire> People: *Try to take the shotgun from Pope*
<Chad> Is this a fight or is it a damn preaching!
<Specter> It's a redemption.
<Pope`> Ire!
<Ire> Yes.
* Ire looks at Pope.
<Pope`> 'Elp me, dammit!
<Chad> Redemption? You talk to much. *throws several punches at Specters face*
* Ire shoos the people away, assuring the people that Pope is fine. IT takes a bit of convincing, but they leave. With Pope's bullets.
* Specter sheiths his swords. "You'll realize one day that having a reason to fight beyond ego will save you."
<Pope`> They took my bullets.
<Ire> ...
* Specter grabs Chad by the neck.
<Pope`> I'm gonna go pistol-whip somebody.
<Ire> ....
* Ire rubs his forehead.
<Specter> I deem the guilty. Redemption will not come this day.
<Ire> *thee
* Specter throws Chad out of the ring.
* Chad grabs onto Specters arms and tries to hold on from being thrown
* Specter phases through Chad's grasp during the throw.
<Ire> NRP: Phasing? It's SLASHER!
<Chad> NRP: So how could I have been thrown?
<Ire> NRP: He threw you then phased.
* Chad flies through the air and slides along the grass ground
* Chad pushes himself up
<Chad> Stupid preachers!
<Specter> Such a sad day...
* Snipe hops onto the ring, applauding Chad.
<Specter> This world truely is in need of redemption.
<Snipe> Good attempt, young man.
* Specter flashes out.
<Chad> AND YOUR TRULY IN NEED OF A LIFE!
*** Specter has quit IRC (Quit: magister mundi sum.)
<Ire> Eve: *grabs Chad by the ear*
<Ire> Eve: *marches him off*
<Chad> AIIEEEE!!!!!! *is carried away*
*** Chad has quit IRC (Quit: )
* Dahok coughs
<Snipe> ...
* Snipe laughs.
<Snipe> HOo boy, that was rich.
<Pope`> ...
* Snipe waves at the laughing crowd.
<Pope`> This is plum sad.
<Snipe> Anyway, are you guys ready for the tournament, the real one, to begin again?
<Junior> That was weird.
<Snipe> Anyway, there's still a few more guest fighters out there. I'm going now. Good luck.
* Snipe waves and hops off the ring.
<Dahok> I thought that was sposed to be a fight and not some damned life lesson. What a joke.
* Snipe takes a seat in the audience.
*** Snipe has left #taw
<Ire> Voice: Garland Hianule vs. Eve Winters
* Ire stiffens.
*** Eve` has joined #taw
* Junior grimaces and stands, heading for the ring.
* Eve` steps onto the ring, adjusting her flight suit.
<Junior> I don't expect this one to be a speech, Dahok...
<Ire> ...Junior...becareful..
* Dahok looks at Jr
<Dahok> What the hell?1
* Eve` calmly waits.
* Junior stands at the edge of the ring, looking at her a moment.
<Eve`> GM: *the crowd begins to murmur. The two best fighters already going at it?*
* Pope` whistles
* Junior runs his hand through his hair and steps in.
* Eve` looks back, her hair done up in a bun for this fight.
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni....san....FIGHT
<Pope`> She's quite the bonnie lass.
<Eve`> I think it's time to see who you really are, Junior.
* Junior bows to Eve.
<Junior> How do you mean?
<Ire> Snipe: *makes sad faces at Junior*
* Eve` slides into a Tsivrivsh battle stance.
<Dahok> Dias: *pops up behind Snipe and reaches out slowly to strangle him*
* Eve` doesn't look a day above 25, her youthful appearance probably due to her genes.
<Silouette> ...who's your money on?
* Junior pulls off his jacket.
<Ire> I don't know if Junior has a chance, really.
<Pope`> Y'know, this battle'd be over if she flashed 'im durin' the match.
<Dahok> I don't think he does, that Eve gives off such a strange scent...
<Dahok> Dias: *his hands move closer and closer to Snipe's neck*
<Silouette> ...Eve won't go all out, atleast at first. And Junior hasn't let himself fight at his full potential..... it'll be interesting to see what happens.
* Junior slides into a fighting stance after throwing his jacket to the side.
* Eve` runs up to Junior, never blurring. She throws a kick at his head.
<Ire> Snipe: *yawns, stretching back with his hands*
* Junior backflips, grabbing her leg between his legs as he does, he tries to throw her over his head backwards.
* Eve` is thrown, gracefully arching herself through the air to control where she lands. Which is front of Junior.
<Dahok> Dias: *plops down behind Snipe's seat*
<Ire> Snipe: Hello, Dias.
* Ire watches this fight, frowning. It seems he's worried.
* Dahok pops up and gives Snipe a wet wily
* Junior gulps hard, his expression changing slightly.
<Dahok> NRP: Willy.
<Pope`> BRP: Wet Wily in your ear!
* Eve` throws a quick punch at his nose.
<Ire> Snipe: *boinks his fist down on Dias' head*
* Dahok grabs his head and rubs furiously
<Dahok> NRP: DOH!
* Junior jumps back to avoid it.
* Eve` moves forward, throwing a side kick at his chest.
<Dahok> Dias: *grabs his head and rubs furiously, he flips over the chair next to Snipe and plops down next to him* I'm still mad at you.
<Ire> Snipe: Sorry.
<Dahok> Dias: No your not.
* Junior throws up his forearm to block, jabbing forward with his other.
<Ire> Snipe: ... Hm.
* Eve` grabs Junior's arm and gracefully picks him up entirely, without ever once wincing at his weight, and brings him down on the mat.
<Dahok> Dias: I'd watch your back with Chad for awhile, he's quite angry at that match you set up.
<Ire> Snipe: Heh heh.
* Junior slams down against the straw matting, cracking it.
* Eve` then jumps up and tries to land on Junior with her feet.
* Junior rolls out of the way and to his feet, he spins and resumes his stance.
* Eve` slides into her Tsivrixsh battle stance.
<Dahok> Dias: What the hell was with that guy anyways? Reminds me of Garland way too much, always preaching...
<Ire> Snipe: *cups his fingers together* It wasn't Garland.
* Junior pants, furrowing his brow.
<Eve`> Are you tired already?
<Dahok> Dias: Wasn't saying it was. Here the news about what Dom did?
<Ire> Snipe: What's that?
<Dahok> Dias: 'bout who he nominated to take his place? *rests his hands behind his back as he watches the fight*
<Ire> Snipe: Oh, yeah. I heard something about that. I didn't really listen to who took over.
<Dahok> Dias: I'd say it's the devil herself.
* Junior holds his stance.
<Ire> ...is Junior wearing down already...?
<Ire> Snipe: The devil herself...? *
<Eve`> So different. Yet...
* Eve` throws a kick at Junior's face.
<Dahok> Looks like it, unless he's got something up his sleeve.
<Dahok> Dias: *nods*
<Ire> Snipe: You mean---?
* Junior grabs her ankle.
* Eve` is grabbed.
<Dahok> Dias: *nods again*
* Junior pushes up on it and sweep kicks at her knee.
<Ire> Snipe: I think I'll hurl.
* Eve` is swept, falling back.
<Dahok> Dias: *pulls out a hurl bag* Here ya go! *hands it to him*
<Ire> Snipe: ... you planned this, I see.
<Dahok> Dias: Revenge is best served with you puking.
* Junior jumps up punching down at the ground.
<Junior> +,
* Eve` blurs, letting him miss her. She appears behind him and leaps up, trying to hammerblow his back with her elbow.
<Dahok> Dias: I can see the Alliance not lasting very long, that or every single one of them becomming related to do some strange events.
<Ire> Snipe: Well, it's obvious the Alliance won't be of any help in the future...
* Junior was attempting the scare tactic from earlier again.
* Junior lunges forward to dodge.
* Eve` gracefully moves after him, sendign another kick at him.
<Silouette> .....is this really Junior's limit?
<Ire> I ... don't know.
<Dahok> Dias: Things aren't looking good Snipe. My fathers hard work has been shot down to because of some greedy people.
* Junior backflips, attempting to dodge again.
<Dahok> Dias: The Alliance is crumbling apart...
* Junior lands on his feet, sweating and panting.
* Eve` flips forward, stopping inches from Junior. She stares straight into his face.
<Dahok> I think he's about spent.
<Ire> Snipe: ...
<Ire> ....no...
* Junior looks at her.
<Eve`> I don't know why, but I see him when I look at you.
<Junior> ... Father.
<Dahok> Dias: *punches the chair infront of him, cracking it* I should've been there with him...
<Ire> GM: *the crowd murmurs*
<Ire> Snipe: ... things will work out. You'll see.
* Junior brushes the hair from his eyes.
* Eve` crosses her arms, turning away from Junior.
<Dahok> Dias: I miss him that's all.
<Ire> Snipe: *looks at the Alt team* I know...I know..
* Junior watches Eve turn away.
* Junior lowers his guard, still panting.
<Eve`> I forfeit. *she hops off the mat, walking away. She never once worked up a sweat, it seems*
<Ire> GM: *the crowd literally boos, not believing what happened*
<Dahok> Holy Hemel!
* Ire stares in disbelief.
* Silouette smirks slightly
* Junior blinks.
* Junior jumps off the mat and chases after Eve, stumbling from exhaustion.
* Eve` turns as she hears Junior coming up.
<Dahok> Dias: I love that woman...
<Ire> Snipe: She really wanted to kick his ass, you know. I wonder why she stopped.
* Junior leans forward, resting his hands on his knees.
<Junior> Why?
<Eve`> Why what?
<Ire> Voice: Setsuna Asahi and Dahok Fyro!
<Dahok> Dias: Because there's no need for her to beat him, she already did what she wanted to do, so she's happy.
* Dahok looks over at Sil
<Silouette> ......
<Ire> ...*looks at them*
<Ire> Snipe: Well, that's why she's your wife, man!
<Junior> Why all of this elaborate secrecy between yourself and John?
* Silouette slowly gets up and steps towards the ring.
<Dahok> This'll be intersting...*begins walking towards the arena*
<Junior> Why do what happened out there?
<Eve`> I never denied knowing John. I told you, the last time I saw him was before he left to find you. And I didn't know why he wanted to find you. As for the fight ... my fight wasn't really with you, hun.
<Junior> No, but you two spoke with continued glances towards me, and then this happened.
<Junior> I want to know what you meant by finding out who I am.
* Dahok plops onto the ring and stretches himself out
<Dahok> NRP: BRB need to pee
<Eve`> Before the fight, John told me why you were here.
* Silouette bows to Dahok.
<Junior> That explains the forfeit, at least. But why this drama?
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...Fight.
<Dahok> You ready for this?
* Silouette simply draws her blade in responce... but her stance is... odd.
<Eve`> I wanted to know how much of your father was in you, I suppose. My battle was with him. Silly, I know... But, when I look at you, I see him. However, you are your own person, Junior, not him.
<Junior> I could have told you that.
<Eve`> I had to feel it for myself.
<Junior> By fighting me?
<Eve`> Yes.
* Dahok slides into his fighting stance, eyeing her odd stance
* Junior stands upright and gives her a half-glare.
<Eve`> Your family has the capability of frightening power. Garland started off good, well mannered, from what I heard, but look at what he did...*she sounds almost angry*
<Eve`> Who's to say you wouldn't become the same if YOU became stronger?
<Junior> What did he do?
* Silouette moves forward quickly, then slightly to the side, swinging at Dahok with the blunt side of the sword.
* Dahok is caught off guard
<Dahok> Owww!
<Eve`> He did what he thought was right. He always did what he thought was right. *turns away, to hide her face from him*
<Junior> How long will you all keep it a secret from me?
* Dahok pulls himself back together
* Silouette springs back a step. "...keep your guard up."
<Junior> I don't know what he did after he abandoned me, you're all hiding something from me.
<Eve`> I'm half Tsivrixsh, the first human Tsivrixsh hybrid. Needless to say, I showed the capacity for great power. The Tsivrixsh Empire wanted me and got ahold of me, brainwashed me into having children with the Emperor. Brainwashed or not, they were MY kids...MINE...
* Eve` sounds hoarse.
<Dahok> Zone out there sorry.
<Junior> What...?
<Eve`> He killed them. Everyone. Right there in front of me. Just because of the threat they could pose.
* Dahok darts forward towards Sil, throwing several kicks at her legs
* Junior 's eyes widen.
* Eve` holds her hand up to her eyes, wiping at them as if there is dust in them.
* Junior 's mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.
* Silouette blocks the first kick, but doesn't brace herself. Instead, she lets Dahok push her back out of the way.
<Dahok> Dias: *disappears from next to Snipe and reappears against the wall on the main level, waiting for Eve*
<Eve`> So you see, I fear the power your family holds. I had to know if you were going to be him..
* Eve` walks away.
* Dahok hops forward and does a roundhouse kick at Sil's blade
<Dahok> Dias: *puts his arm around Eve and walks with her*
* Junior leans against the wall, his eyes staring forward.
* Silouette trys to keep her grip, but doesn't have the strength to match Dahok, and the blade skitters out of her hand, across the mat.
* Dahok leaps back and waits for Sil to pick up her blade again
* Silouette switches to a hand to hand stance, then quickly takes a step forward, and disappears. She reappears behind Dahok, jabbing with a knife hand at a pressure point on the back of Dahok's neck.
* Junior heads back to the others and sits.
* Dahok is caught off guard and stumbles forward grabbing the back of his neck
<Ire> ...are you okay? You seem shaken up from talking to Eve.
* Junior trembles a little.
<Junior> The winners... are the ones who write the history books.
* Dahok turns around and slides into a fighting stance again
<Ire> ...A true statement. What brings that up?
<Silouette> ...you're strong Dahok, but you need to learn more finesse.
<Dahok> I missed out on that class...
<Junior> ... I need to talk to someone. I'll be back.
* Junior stands and heads directly for Snipe.
*** Eve` is now known as Snipe
* Silouette moves in again, feinting a hook to his face, then spinning into an elbow strike aimed at Dahok's stomach.
* Snipe sits in his seat. He looks up at Junior, waves, and gestures to the seat next to him.
* Junior walks over to him.
* Dahok blocks for the hook and is caught off guard again, he keels over from the elbow
* Junior pauses for a moment and sits.
<Snipe> I hope Eve wasn't too hard on you. It's not your fault.
<Junior> John, I need to know the truth.
* Snipe nods.
<Snipe> Fair enough.
* Silouette moves to sweep Dahok's feet out from under him. Seems to be a favorite move of hers. Maybe since she doesn't pack as much of a punch as someone like Dahok.
* Ire looks at Pope.
<Ire> At least your a constant.
<Junior> You, Dias, and everyone else I've run into over the years have been hiding anything about my father from me.
<Pope`> You'd think so.
* Dahok grunts and drops his knee down to block against Sil's sweep, he then shoves Sil back full power
<Snipe> I never claimed your father was a saint.
<Snipe> Lord knows I'M not one either.
* Silouette doesn't have a chance to brace herself, and skids back across the arena.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd cheers the fighters on*
<Junior> No, but you never told me he killed Eve's children. *he says this bluntly, looking at him* Why wouldn't any of you tell me?
<Snipe> ...your father did so many things that I disagree with, that it's hard to remember what. I wasn't around during that time, I heard about later. So it doesn't stand out in my mind as much as other things.
* Junior sits up, turning to him.
<Junior> Tell me, the truth this time...
* Dahok stands up, cracking his knuckles
* Silouette adjusts her stance, her weight centered on her back foot, and her hands held forward defensively
<Snipe> Your father was a great man. But he was flawed. Like we all are. *stands up, looking out at the fighter* He did good, he did evil. He helped some and damned others. *leans against a rail, looking at Junior* He was a hero, but he fell from grace. The point is that you just return from it.
<Snipe> And he did.
* Dahok looks over at Sil
* Junior looks at him.
<Junior> What did he do?
<Dahok> You carry on?
<Snipe> I can only tell you half of his story, Junior. The last half.
<Silouette> ...if you want this win, you have to earn it.
<Junior> Who has the first half?
<Snipe> I'd say Death Star. He was probably the closest person to Garland, I think.
* Dahok nods at her and darts forward towards her
* Silouette leaps up as Dahok runs at her, attempting to bring her heal down on the back of his head.
<Junior> Tell me.
* Dahok pivots his weight on his front foot and spins around grabbing onto Sil's heel, and continueing with his rotation, throws her towards the edge
* Snipe sits down. He starts off with a unit designed to stop the last of the Maverick Resistance. Their name was the Special Unit. He told him about how Garland showed up with a kid, just leaving him there alone to follow in his footsteps, to fulfill this legacy he couldn't possibly accomplish. And when the kid was injured, how Garland came and took the role.
* Snipe continues with how Garland acted, confident. Assured. And great. And when things became rough, he left the Special Unit until the last battle, showing up to turn the tide. Like he did. Then, the run into space and how things got complicated and how Garland, assured of his power, plowed on. Until Death Star returned. Then, confusion and not knowing who he was. How he tried to train himself to death and wanted to die, but somehow, hung in.
* Silouette grabs her sword as she skitters past it, driving it into the ground to stop herself. She stands slowly, she doesn't look tired, but being thrown around like a rag doll doesn't seem to ammuse her.
* Dahok skids to a halt 5 ft infront of Sil
* Snipe continues with how Garland married Seraphna, adopted Elayne, and tried to make a life for himself. How he was obsessed with power and competed to be stronger and stronger. How only strength mattered. How it was the only thing that cared. And that he ended up having to be a leading force when DS vanished, only to later vanish from this reality.
* Dahok hops forward and slide tackles towards Sil chest
* Snipe takes a breath, pausing and looking out.
<Dahok> NRP: Snipe: And I've said too much, now I'm gonna have to kill you.l
* Silouette is taken off guard by such a brash maneuver and is tackled. She trys to twist as they fall in an attempt to end up on top.
* Junior nods...
<Snipe> When your father came back, he said he aged 400 years. He had changed. He was rougher. Colder. Stronger. He felt like he knew what it was that had to be done. And he did it. Well. He took control, made calls, and did things his way. But he came back with a sword, the Emerald Sword. And it corrupted him. When DS snapped mentally, he used DS to destroy all realities. DS thought he was making reality into a perfect one, but Garland had bigger plans.
* Dahok rolls with her towards the edge
* Dahok jams his gauntlet into the arena and slams to a halt
<Snipe> Garland was defeated, however. Barely. And he left again. When he came back, he was even more different. That's when he killed Eve's children, seeing them as a threat. He did whatever he had to do to win the war. He renounced Sera, his kids, and everyone connected to him, and moved on. Then, at the last years of his life, he made his peace, finally sacrificing his life to save the world.
<Junior> The sword, I've heard of it. Are you sure it was the sword and not just giving in?
* Silouette stabs her blade into the mat to keep herself from goign over the edge.
<Snipe> I believe it was giving in, Junior. The sword was just the catalyst.
* Dahok pulls himself up and spins around, kicking at Sil's hand
<Junior> ...
<Junior> He sacrificed himself for the world?
<Snipe> Yes. For Earth. The planet he loved.
* Junior looks to the match.
* Silouette lets go of the blade as Dahok's kick comes for her hand. She grabs the edge of the mat, and pulls herself into a handstand, wraping her legs around Dahok's neck and trying to throw him over the edge.
<Junior> ...
<Snipe> I'm sorry DS isn't around anymoer to give you the first half. Maybe then you could understand your father more.
<Junior> I understand much more now...
* Dahok is thrown twoards the edge but grabs onto the blade himself and wraps his legs around her waste, squeezing hard
* Junior looks down, his hand trembling.
<Snipe> I hated your father for a long time.
<Snipe> But, sooner or later, you just have to make your peace
* Junior stands.
<Junior> There's no need to make peace with him.
* Silouette shifts her position for a better grip and starts to tighten her grip around Dahok's neck, hoping that depriving him of oxygen will weaken him some.
* Junior looks over his shoulder to Snipe.
* Dahok clenche's his legs harder, trying to shift them around till he finds the spot she was stabbed in
* Ire glances at Pope again.
<Ire> They seem to be really going at it.
*** Silouette has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
<Junior> NRP: And Dahok wins by default.
*** Kim[AWAY] has joined #taw
<Junior> My father was a monster. The attrocities you say he's performed in the name of "righteousness"... I had no father figure growing up, there's no reason for me to seek out a stranger to make peace.
<Junior> I just know now what runs through my veins.
*** Kim[AWAY] is now known as Silouette
<Snipe> ....find out the first half of the story, so that you might understand the end, Junior.
* Silouette winces a little, and trys to pull Dahok off the sword as she squeezes
<Junior> I have every intention to.
* Snipe nods.
<Junior> I need to understand my lineage, even if I don't hold it dear.
* Dahok face begins to go red as he struggles to hold his breath
<Junior> Though your little idea of a quest seems even more insane now.
* Snipe laughs.
* Dahok uses his free hand to grab onto Sil's leg in an attempt to pry it off
<Snipe> You never know. It might prove to be useful, Junior.
<Junior> It would be easier if you would just explain.
<Snipe> I know it would be. I apologize that I can't right now.
<Junior> Untill we speak again, John.
* Ire watches the fight, rubbing his brow.
* Snipe holds out his hand to Junior.
<Snipe> Until then, Junior.
* Junior looks at the hand a moment and shakes it.
* Snipe shakes it back, smiling.
<Snipe> You're a good guy.
* Silouette still trys to pull Dahok down... Her legs are certainly stronger than her arms, but still...
* Dahok the blade begins to cut into his hand down as he struggles to hold on
<Junior> Let's see how history remembers me before we say that.
* Junior turns and starts back to the others.
<Snipe> I promise, if I get the chance, I'll accurately tell the story.
* Snipe looks back to the fight.
* Junior sits near Ire.
* Dahok shifts his feet to go underneath Sil, and tries to pick her front body up
* Ire glances at Junior.
* Junior nods to Ire.
* Ire grunts, nodding back.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd is totally into this fight*
* Silouette is somewhat off guard, not knowing what Dahok's tactic here is, but continues to try to win using hers.
* Dahok quickly splits his legs from underneath her and brings them above her and kicks down hard
* Silouette is hit hard, and looses her grip on the arena. She falls, but wouldn't hit the ground unless Dahok looses his grip too.
* Dahok use's his left hand that was grabbign onto her leg and plants it against the ground, sliding his hand up the blade in an attempt to gain a leverage against her, the blade digging deeper into his hand
* Silouette tries to shift around Dahok's force and climb back up him. Being mere inches from the ground doesn't appeal.
<Ire> ...those two are...
* Ire shakes his head.
* Dahok plants himself up and throws himself up towards the edge in a final ditch attempt to throw her into the ground first
<Junior> ... They're team-mates, at that.
* Ire eyes Pope, picturing him and Pope fighting like that. He shakes his head.
* Silouette looses her grip and falls down into the ground. Well, atleast she lands gracefully, handspring to her feet.
* Dahok flips fully and lands on his head
<Dahok> Oooouccch!!
<Ire> GM: *the crowd stands and applauds the two*
* Dahok begins breathing heavily, catching his breath, he looks over at Sil
* Snipe claps, too.
<Silouette> ...good win. You deserve it. *reaches up and pulls out her sword, and heads off to the sidelines*
* Dahok shakes his head at her, a smile on his face
* Dahok rolls onto his front and pushes himself up, a handprint of blood appearing on the ground, he walks towards the sidelines.
<Ire> ...well, the tournament is nearing it's end now... *Frowns, wondering if Dahok and Junior will be fighting soon. And if so, who will claim the victor spot?
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Oct 11 21:25:53 2003