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Post by jsrvolt on Jul 3, 2011 17:12:09 GMT -8
Force laughed once. Spitting a bit of blood to the ground afterwards. He was hurt. Wounded, maybe even losing. But every fiber of his being was screaming for him to continue. His fists yearned for more.
"Let's save the chatter!" Force shouted, wiping his brow before slapping one of his hands against his opposite shoulder. Soreness and fatigue seemed to lift from him slightly. "PUT YOUR ALL INTO IT!"
Raseri Feltet flashed around Force once more as he broke into a charge. As he ran he pulled one fist back, the other poised at shoulder height.
The straight punch came when he closed the distance, predictable as all get out. A small spark in the back of Forces head had given him a better idea though. Without waiting to see the results of the punch, Force spun to his left, going with the momentum of his swing as he clapped both fists together and brought them up to head height...
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Post by darkknightcuron on Jul 3, 2011 17:25:46 GMT -8
Crusader couldn't help but smirk. This one was...he couldn't call him a simpleton, but rather, this Force apparently favored the simple things in life. Simple life, simple answers, simple strategies. But at the same time, there was an admirable quality of courage and bravery in the face of any enemy that Crusader could readily appreciate, so much so that he nodded to Force. "Agreed! I shall show you my best, just as you have shown me yours!" he responded, charging towards Force at the same time it was reciprocated. Crusader held up his shield as he charged, Force's first blow landing upon the solid metal of his shield, not because it was easy, but because this was the only opportunity for him to use it. Once the blow finished, Force moved within Crusader's reach again, forcing the armored warrior off-balance and rendering his shield useless as such a short range. The straight punch connected, surprisingly enough, Crusader more motivated to feel his opponent's motivation rather than dodge. This was a fight, pure and simple, and to shirk it would dishonor them both! However, Force's next maneuver caught Crusader with ill-footing, coming across the side of his head with a resounding clank! sound. Crusader stumbled for a moment before he let out a roar, counter-attacking against his opponent. His blade came across towards his opponent's abdomen, the next acting as a follow-through as he slashed upwards across his opponent's chest again, before he brought the blade above his head. With a strain of muscles, he brought it down as hard as he could across his opponent's shoulder.
The feeling, the passion...Crusader now knew. This one was not corrupted, but rather, an individual who only had something to prove to himself. This battle ceased being about finding and purging evil, at least for the moment. At this point in time, Crusader knew, the battle was nothing more than what it was. Two warriors meeting upon the field of battle, performing what they only knew. It was barbaric, brutish, yet beautiful and majestic in its own way. Any measure of hate left Crusader as he fought, but a calm center filled his thoughts. They were only warriors, and they acted as warriors did. If they didn't, what other purpose did they have?
To Crusader, this man had proven his purity.
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Post by jsrvolt on Jul 3, 2011 17:54:23 GMT -8
This was the kind of fun that you couldn't have simply sitting around. Whatever other navis did to pass time.
The blade came around again, Force tracing the path of the weapon with steely eyes that knew no fear. The blade bit into his torso as it had many times already. Crusader brought that blade out and slashed twice more, causing Force to stumble backwards.
This kind of excitement. There was no replacement for it in all the world!
Force cried havoc, forcing himself to regain his balance and rush back in. Once more his hands operated independently of each other. The right rocketed towards Crusaders face while the left went for his neck again.
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Post by darkknightcuron on Jul 3, 2011 20:33:03 GMT -8
The attacks came head on, yet Crusader let his shield open for the attacks. Force was far too close for it to be useful anyway, and he'd rather meet his opponent head-on this way. The first attack slammed into his helmet, rocking his head back from the impact, leaving him slightly disoriented as his opponent clenched his neck again, slamming him down into the ground. His eyes saw stars, and the wind was driven from his lungs once again, but instead of alarm, his mind was filled with the relish of combat between two warriors. Nothing seemed as sacred as this right now, and Crusader meant to oblidge this warrior.
He quickly rolled to his feet, making a swipe with his blade, more in order to keep the distance between himself and Force consistent, until Crusader regained his balance and struck out again, his blade swung wildly at his opponent. The apex of their fight was here, and Crusader gave it his all, each attack used the last remnants of his endurance and strength. He had to push beyond being sore, beyond feeling pain, or he would dishonor them both. Each warrior had to give it their all, or none at all.
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Post by jsrvolt on Jul 3, 2011 22:00:47 GMT -8
That damned sword came around again, Force far too fatigued to move out of it's path. Instead, he threw a single punch just before the blade reached him. The three attacks struck, knocking Force off of his feet.
He arched through the air, a good foot before slamming into the ground hard. It seemed like he was not the superior fighter this day.
He lay breathing on the ground for a few minutes before attempting to get up, failing miserably and slumping back down onto it. This time, he decided, he wouldn't stand.
"Well fought...." Force tried to yell, but wound up only mumbling it. He'd already forgotten why they were even fighting, the exhilaration of punching things having overwritten parts of his memory. Whatever it was, it had to do with chocolate chips or something of the like.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 3, 2011 23:14:47 GMT -8
JUDGEMENT TIME
Okay, so it's time we went through category by category. We'll be starting out with...
STYLE
You both did pretty well here, but I'm going to have to give this section to Curon. The two of you obviously know what you're doing, and the overall style was very good - so it actually came down largely to grammar and sentence flow, and Curon did a bit better in those regards.
Curon's Style Score: 24 JSR's Style Score 22
ARTICULATION
Once again, good job to both of you. The gap here was fairly small, and both of you went out of your way to describe the physical conditions of your characters. Once again, though, I need to give an edge to Curon... he described things more often, and sometimes in more detail.
Curon's Articulation Score: 17 JSR's Articulation Score: 14
BALANCE:
You two had a great give-and-take going on here, and I really didn't see anything at all that made me say "hmm, that seems unfair". Additionally, neither of you had your characters do anything they shouldn't have been able to. You both earn a perfect score here.
Curon's Balance Score: 20 JSR's Balance Score: 20
LENGTH:
For the first page, this was an even match. Both of you kept posts to a near-perfect length relative to their content. Unfortunately, JSR's posts on the second page left me wanting a bit more. Still, you both score very highly here.
Curon's Length Score: 10 JSR's Length Score: 8
EMOTION:
Neither of you have characters who are exactly prone to outpourings of drama, so obviously the lack of such isn't going to cost either of you any points. There was a great sense of camaraderie between the both of you as the battle went on, and you each portrayed the character's goals and mutual love of combat very well. JSR gets major kudos for using some actual character development as well, not just from previous battles, but also over the course of this one. That said, when the time came to have both of them recognize each other as kindred souls, I think Curon did it just a bit better. However, you both did a great job.
Curon's Emotion Score: 10 JSR's Emotion Score: 9
JUDGE POINTS:
Since I think everything has been covered well enough in the other sections, your scores here are averages to reflect overall performance, based on scores in other areas.
Curon's JP Score: 9 JSR's JP Score: 8
FINAL TOTAL Curon: 90 points (A Rank) JSR: 81 points (A Rank)
Curon Wins!
Now rewards time:
50 EXP / 500z base for Crusader, +20/200 for A-Rank, +5/50 for planned finishing post...
Crusader gets 75 EXP and 750 zenny
20 EXP / 200z base for Force, +20/200 for A-Rank, +5/50 for planned finishing post...
Force gets 45 EXP and 450 zenny
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Post by darkknightcuron on Jul 3, 2011 23:38:26 GMT -8
CONCLUSION
Crusader continued to break heavily, his arms feeling weak and his body sore from the battle, but oddly enough, he did not feel overly satisfied with his victory. It was merely thus. A contest had to have a winner, yet he found himself not relishing as much as he would want to, but he forced a smile anyway, a rare occurrence with him as he sheathed his blade. He then offered his hand to Force, helping the muscular warrior to his feet after their short rest.
"You fought well, indeed, Force," Crusader said, an odd hint of respect and admiration filling his voice. "I am pleased to admit that you have passed my test; You are free from any evil taint, and have more than earned your right to pass through to the exit," He said, stepping aside, albeit a bit stiffly. He let his shield rest on the ground next to him, his arms feeling oddly weak at the moment. His face straightened once again, however, a warning flowing from his lips.
"Be cautious. The agents of the enemy hide everywhere, and the devices of their kin are known as DarkChips. Avoid them at all costs, though if you can destroy even one, you would have my eternal gratitude. May the wind be at your back, Force, and know that my respect follows you as well. Should you remain in good spirits and need assistance, I may be able to provide such aid when you need it most," He said, oddly warming up to this person that he had just met, yet as he had determined in their battle, it felt like they were exceptionally similar. He held out his right hand for a handshake.
"Be well."
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Post by jsrvolt on Jul 3, 2011 23:50:11 GMT -8
Force laughed loudly, stopping abruptly to break into a coughing fit before coming to be quiet again while the knight like navi talked. This was different from the feeling of losing to Xyz. That cagey snake had made himself out to be superior to.
Force flung one hand forward, tightly gripping Crusaders hand as he shook with more strength than was required.
"Those dark chips you speak of..." Force started, resting a hand against his chin. "I believe I've encountered someone who used them before. A wily snake in the grass called Xyzillentz. If you ever cross him keep your eyes on him, your hands ready, and your mouth closed." the bare chested navi warned.
Simply dwelling on that snake for a brief moment to warn crusader had been more than enough to put Force back in his foul mood. HE'D TAKEN THAT VENOMOUS SERPENTS ADVICE! Worst yet....IT HAD WORKED! Realization of what he'd done that first time he'd stepped in to Crusaders attack range struck him like a meteor.
"AUGHHHHHH!" Force shouted suddenly, muttering a quick goodbye to Crusader before charging towards the city the path lead to. Training! He would train and defeat Xyz!
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