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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 20, 2011 17:10:13 GMT -5
Vanto pushed off Frosvite, moving backwards and back flipping through the air. As he back-flipped, the teen brought his arms together, palms open and out toward Frosvite. Ki began to charge, swirling and threading together in his grasp to form a concentrated ball of energy. As soon as it was formed, the blast shot out toward Frosvite, just as Vanto finished his acrobatic movement. As he landed, he kept the position, firing off more energy blasts.
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Post by Frosvite on Nov 20, 2011 17:19:34 GMT -5
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Frosvite thought to himself what kind of move the opponent would perform next, eager to see how it works. After standing firmly against the impact, the Changeling was in for quite the surprise at seeing his good friend in the sky, opening his hands and shooting out a Ki blast. In his current position the orange lizardman had no hard time escaping an incoming hard hit at first glance, but on second thought the distance between the two was already quite close and if he messes up on his movement Frosvite might take quite the damage. As such and coming to that conclusion, he once again put up his guard in response to the energy blast which slammed against his forearms, pushing him a little.
The continuous energy blasts did quite the number as well, constantly pushing Frosvite away with every hit blocked - not landing too much damage and not making an immense change in location, but all together would very easily push the gentle Changeling steadily away from the center of the ring more towards the edge. That is though, what he had planned upon taking all those impacts. Sooner or later, Vanto would tire himself out in this constant shooting or would resort to close combat. If either of the two, the Changeling can just start using his speed for his advantage once again.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 20, 2011 18:05:46 GMT -5
The last ki blast was the largest, the energy condensing into a sphere about the size of a medicine ball. "Haa!" he grunted before shooting it at Frosvite, the human himself stumbling back from the recoil. The energy sphere didn't go directly toward the changeling, instead it hit the ground in front of him: ripping through the stadium arena and sending up cracked tiles, dirt, debris and smoke, amongst other things. Now it's my time to strike!, Vanto thought, his aura coming to life around him as he raced forward.
Dirt and energy streaking behind him, Vanto burst through the smoke, only assuming that Frosvite didn't move. As he did, his arm shot out once more, attempting to nail the Changeling in the throat.
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Post by Frosvite on Nov 20, 2011 22:14:20 GMT -5
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Frosvite constantly took on his opponent's strikes, blocking them with his forearm and thus giving to himself a small edge in testing the human's power and mastery over Ki. He had packed quite the punch, the blasts were powerful that was for sure, he could feel himself tiring out with every blast that hits his left forearm first, his right forearm afterwards. Continuously analyzing what kind of move he should do for a good counterattack, the orange turbaned warrior was expecting the large blast to hit him - when in truth it just smashed down on the floor. If anything, Frosvite had a very clear idea of what exactly his human opponent is trying to pull, as a coward camouflage and distraction is more or less his own mastery and thus, tactics of diversion just like that one.
In response to the blast exploding on the floor, the Changeling immediately made a jump while still in the smoke's hiding area, awaiting for Vanto to come out of it with his arm hitting nothing. That was the right moment to strike, but such a predictable attack was going to be easily blocked which is why, the full combination itself had more than just a single step - it had two, figuratively and literally. "(Ready, set...)" He thought to himself, launching his body directly down with his feet stuck out, attempting to smash down Vanto from the head.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 21, 2011 21:38:52 GMT -5
The fist hit the air, the unsatisfying feeling of knuckles scraping against the rigid air only to collide with nothing, no target. As to be expected; Vanto knew that was a mediocre attack he pulled and wasn't mad at the fact it didn't work. The teen felt the ki of Frosvite, a strange feeling it was, really. The changeling had moved upward, into the skies and was coming down rapidly. A large black blotch covered Vanto's arm so it was safe to assume to Frosvite was going for an aerial attack. His head turned to the side, his orb moving to the corner of the human's eye to glance up at the incoming enemy, who was planning on planting his feet on the poor boy's cranium. No way would he take that.
But it wasn't much of a choice, now was it? Vanto attempted to dodge, turning upward to meet the lizardmen only for his feet to slap right down against his face, sending him back first into the arena ground. The teen's head rocked back, slamming hard against the floor as his body shot upward, the young fighter now sitting up. "Holy--!" he shouted, grasping the back of his head and rolling along the platform, blood soaking his fingers. His vision was dazed but it was clear he was attempt to stay focus, deciding to stay in one point and try to stand up. Vanto stepped forward, nearly stumbling over and stepped back, regaining his balance.
"Ouch!" he shouted, holding a bloody hand to Frosvite, pointing accusingly. The crimson liquid was leaking from a medium sized gash hidden under Vanto's amount of hair, dripping down his neck and down his back. "And you talk about me hurting you? Jerk!" he shouted, holding his head and stumbling back, still disoriented. But he couldn't lose.
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Post by Frosvite on Nov 21, 2011 21:48:35 GMT -5
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For some odd reason Frosvite didn't feel all too wrong about performing this attack just because in his mind, the human fighter would have dodged that just now and prepare for the strike that would most likely end this match. Unfortunately and shockingly enough, his feet connected directly with his best friend's face, smashing him down against the ceiling - in his vision in slow motion, his face turning gradually with the fall to a more panicked expression. The Changeling didn't mean to hurt his friend that much, that's for sure. "Ahh, I'm sorry!! I, I didn't mean to make you bleed, I thought you'd dodge it!!" Flustered all over, the turbaned warrior didn't know what to do with himself right now. If by some odd reason Vanto would come to hating him as a result of that last attack, the lizardman couldn't forgive himself.
Then a foolish idea popped up in his head. "Hold on, I'll tell you what!" He said, still shaking all over and slowly advancing towards his awesome friend. "Ummm, you can hit me back! Y-You know, so you'll feel better, if it'll fix anything! By all means!!" He offered an opposing physical impact to tie their damage. Not many stressed out fighters out there, surely, but non of which would go as far as giving a free hit like that.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 21, 2011 22:04:34 GMT -5
His eyes scrunched up almost to the size of beads. A small smile appeared on his face. Frosvite was like a child. Did he forget this was a fight? People were going to bleed. People were going to get hurt. It was going to happen. "Whoa, bud, I was only jokin'." Vanto said, raising his hands warily to his friend and taking a couple steps back. When the changeling offered his deal to the teen, the black haired boy stepped back more, arms moving further up in front of him. "No, No, No! It's all good!" he shouted, heat rising to his cheeks from embarrassment.
Wiping his bloody hands on shirt, Vanto dropped onto his stance and smiled at his friend. "Alrighty, why don't you say we finish this up?" he suggested. This match was getting long and drawn out and Vanto didn't know about his opponent but he was getting tired. Also, The hit to the head didn't really help him.
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Post by Frosvite on Nov 21, 2011 22:12:12 GMT -5
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Frosvite was right about this human, he couldn't take a hit just like that because someone offered one. Of course, he didn't actually think that would be the result when he made that offer, he was a little bit busy being stressed out of his wits witht he sight of blood - his friend's blood, moreover. That assumption about Vanto was when the two first met, way prior to this tournament's date. The young male made the suggestion of finishing the match after ultimately rejecting the idea of taking a free shot like that. Odds are, if the alien doesn't get a grip for himself he will be taking that free impact anyway. "Oh, umm... Okay, thanks... I guess, we should get this done. I don't like how this is going..." He claimed, taking a jump back and entering a stance, face still stressed.
After taking an inhale and exhaling slowly with his eyes closed, the orange lizardman changed his look back to that same serious one he expressed when those two fighters first collided with one another. "Okay, let's finish this." He said, awaiting any kind of strike to come from the opposing fighter. If nothing was going to be done, Frosvite already calculated ahead and selected his moves.
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Post by Damon on Nov 22, 2011 19:58:39 GMT -5
 Sitting at the announcer stand The Announcer watched the battle continue. Everyone was in awe at the display of friendship these two seemed to have. A couple booed but most stand silently as they watched on. Couldn't please everyone when it came to these matches, having worked a few years in this game has taught The Announcer this. Next thing he knew, the timer had hang signalling that the match had went over the time limit. more boos came and The Announcer tried to settle down the crowd, getting up from his seat."Hold on folks, hold on. Since the fight went beyond its time, we must take this to the judges." The Announcer ran off to the judges booth and conversed with them on their verdict. What they had told him kind of shocked him but he wouldn't go against what they had said. Heading back down to his seat on the floor, he stepped onto the arena and looked around at the masses. "Well folks, the verdict is in." taking a look at both the fighters in turn. "The winner is, FROSTVITE." He turned and faced the the man, letting the crowd cheer and boo for them as they pleased.
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