Mercutio strode calmly into the arena, through one of the numerous iron gates around the amphitheatre. He looked around noticing possible points of cover, blind spots, environmental traps and any choke points that may come in handy. |
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Here we see a large arena, perhaps fifty by one hundred meters, The arena is amphitheater-like, with rising tiers of seats along the sides. A barrier of nearly invisible energy separates the battle field from the crowd. The ground is sandy, and small whirlwinds send sand spinning across the field. There are obstacles placed sparingly about the arena, from relatively small objects in the form of oil drums to much larger obstructions in the shape of three-meter-to-a-side blocks. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 07-25-2007 at 08:09 AM.
Mercutio strode calmly into the arena, through one of the numerous iron gates around the amphitheatre. He looked around noticing possible points of cover, blind spots, environmental traps and any choke points that may come in handy. |
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Kyp Degal watched as his opponent stepped into the arena from the opposite gate. He took in the man's intimidating stature, the eye patch, the gaping hole in his cheek. He judged the man to be nearly two meters tall, several centimeters taller than his own 1.8 meter height. Kyp's sharp eyes sought out the man's weapons with an expert glance. The only visible weapon was a long rifle on a sling across his back. A primitive slugthrower, by the looks of it. As Kyp sized up the man with his thoughtful, alert gaze, his opponent was wasting no time doing the same. |
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As soon as Mercutio fired off his shot, he knew he had underestimated his opponent. Using reflexes nearly rivalling his own, the strange man had dived out of danger, as well as shooting at Merc three times in rapid succession. Merc used his quicksilver reflexes to dodge all three rounds. The first came in low aiming at his shins, the second posed no threat; too far to the left but the third came in at chest height directly above the first. Merc turned and dived to the right, the third shot missing him by inches, but that was alright; Merc had calulated for that. |
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Kyp didn't have to wait long before his opponent's next attack. He was pretty sure none of shots had hit home, though one should have been pretty close, if he wasn't mistaken. And when the attack came, it was a clever one. Kyp had to hand it to the guy; he thought outside the box. When the meter-wide flatscreen that was one of several distributed around the arena began to spiral downwards, Kyp was left with only a fraction of a seconds time to decide what to do. If he rolled to the side to avoid the plummeting electronic deadfall, he would be right back in his enemy's sights. |
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Mercutio watched with a calculating eye as the attacker leapt nimbly out of danger. "No ordinary man could make that jump" he thought to himself. He made a mental note to try and avoid hand-to-hand combat with such a powerful and quick enemy. |
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Last edited by Goldney; 08-08-2007 at 11:09 PM.
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As Kyp grew closer to his opponent's location, he saw the man suddenly appear at the top of the huge pillar, pulling himself up easily. Kyp's brow furrowed as he wondered what he was doing, but he kept up his pace, closing quickly on the pillar. The man slung his rifle back into his grasp, and, bringing it to his shoulder, sighted down the barrel at Kyp. Great. If he fired a shot now, though, he would almost certainly miss, as Kyp was moving fast, and never in a straight line. Deciding not to worry about it too much, as the Force would alert him if his opponent shot, Kyp continued his zig-zagging sprint. |
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Mercutio smiled grimly, the hole in his cheek opening into a pumpkin-esque leer. As far as he could tell the man had been crushed under his pillar. Just as he was about to turn and walk away, a blonde head popped up from behind the pillar. The opponent hopped to his feet, apparently unharmed. |
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Last edited by Goldney; 08-13-2007 at 12:10 PM.
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"Well, if you insist..." With these words, the small knife left Kyp's left hand in a blur, it's spinning blade reflecting flashes of light as it cut through the still air of the arena, aimed right at Mercutio's neck. Even as the blade flew through the air, Kyp's right hand was a blur, drawing his blaster in a movement nearly too quick to see. |
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