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Post by Shikaru on Jan 18, 2007 18:41:52 GMT -5
(Jared vs Tristan)
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Post by Oliver on Jan 18, 2007 19:25:45 GMT -5
A pair of sorrowful ice blue eyes searched the arena a moment, belonging to a black haired man dressed in a long black hooded trench coat with a black shirt underneath. He walked slowly forward, looking at the room with a bit of a detatched look.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 19, 2007 10:54:39 GMT -5
The first arrivals red-haired opponent entered the room, a noticable bounce in his step. His lively brown eyes locked onto the other's blue ones, and he grinned. He was wearing a loose, blue work jacket, unzipped showing a red t-shirt underneath. Faded work jeans were stuffed inside his rubber work boots. His right hand held a long curved sickle, which had a chain welded onto the end. The chain was wrapped thickly around his right fore-arm.
"You're Tristan?" the man asked jovially.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 19, 2007 15:32:07 GMT -5
The blue eye'd man nodded slightly. "Yes." He said in a quite, calm voice. "Which means you must be my opponent, Jared." The sorrowful look didn't change as he spoke.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 20, 2007 5:52:46 GMT -5
Jared's grin widened, if anything. "That I am, pleased to meet you." he said, and bowed deeply.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 20, 2007 12:33:20 GMT -5
Tristan said nothing. He nodded his head slightly and looked at Jared, waiting for him to make the first move.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 21, 2007 16:04:38 GMT -5
Jared slowly unwound the chain from his arm, but kept his eye on Tristan. "You're not carrying a very obvious weapon." He stated. "So, do you have a blade hidden in that coat of yours, or do you have some freaky magical powers?" He asked non-chalantly as he dropped the last of the chain off his arm.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 21, 2007 16:26:44 GMT -5
"I guess you'll just have to see." Tristan said calmly. In truth he had nothing on his person.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 21, 2007 16:40:15 GMT -5
Jared kept the sickle in his right hand while he yanked himself a length of chain for his left, and began to slowly advance on Tristan, still grinning. The chain dragged on the ground behind him.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 21, 2007 16:53:33 GMT -5
As Jared advanced, Tristan's right hand made a very slight, almost unnoticeable movement. It was just enough so the palm was facing mostly facing Jared. With his telekenetic ability. her moved the chain, making it move to Jareds feet to try to trip him up a bit, make him stumble or perhaps fall over the chain.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 21, 2007 17:16:34 GMT -5
Jared stumbled over the chain. Balancing himself out, he kicked the jumbled chain off. "Well that's annoying." He said, and then lashed the chain at Tristan's face, although he knew it was a bad idea now.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 21, 2007 17:23:20 GMT -5
When Jared had stumbled, Tristan had took the moment to teleport. His location had changed to behind him towards the left hand side a bit. Both palms were facing Jared, both hands down at his sides though. With one hand he focused the telekenetic force to the chain that was already jumpled and been kicked, to get it to move into Jared's way whenever possible. The other hand closed into a fist as Jared slashed towards where his face had been a second before, as if he'd grabbed the chain though he wasn't near it. He used his ability to send it back towards it's owner with a flick of his wrist.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 21, 2007 18:05:17 GMT -5
Jared managed to stumble out of the way, and then swung the sickle over the chain and pinned it to the ground. Then he rolled away from his weapon, and quickly drew an peach-sized orange ball out of a pocket on the inside of his jacket, and threw it at the chain. It broke open, spewing out a red dust that corroded and burnt the metal and some of the surrounding ground away.
He got back up, dusted himself off, spat into the burnt and blackened mass, and then glared at Tristan in annoyance. "So...are we gonna fight or are you just going to bat me around with your telekinesis?"
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Post by Oliver on Jan 21, 2007 18:32:45 GMT -5
Tristan felt no need to answer the question. He stayed where he'd teleported to, his ice blue hues on Jared.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jan 23, 2007 6:55:39 GMT -5
Jared began to walk towards Tristan at at leisurely pace. He felt no need to charge, as that wouldn't put him at any advantage.
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