1 vs 1 Battle Arena

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

It freezes solid.

It falls to the earth, and the ice holding it shatters.

It doesn't, however, stop. The momentum carries it forward. It rolls and bounces over the ground, like a supersonic tumbleweed. It comes out of the roll in front of Zaubar, fist raised, close enough for him to see the murder in it's bloodshot eyes. It's still moving. The fist comes tumbling down.

[Philote]

The ethereal space curves in on itself, shifting the arcane-infused landscape into a final barricade before Zauber. No motes are used this time, but instead, simply the force of Zauber's Core of the Arcane affecting the world around him.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

It cared not for the shape of the world. It cared not that the world itself wanted to protect it's prey. If that was the case, it would destroy the world!

The impact can be seen from space, visible from the massive hole it knocks in the clouds. The release of force is massive, scattering everything around it and leaving a great crater in the earth.

(Smite x2, 1 left.)

[Philote]

Zauber's last thought before the blast is that he hopes that Billy will be able to defend himself, because Zauber would have a hard time just keeping himself together.

The blast knocks him back, he can't tell how far. Zauber loses his ability to maintain his sensing on the area for a moment and when he regains it, he finds himself buried in the Earth from the blast. His shielding-body has faded away, leaving his normal flesh.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The door opens.
Billy tumbles out.

He looks around at the devastation, at the crater, and at the shining door behind him.

There's a great suction, and things begin to move. Everything that was thrown out of the door is being pulled back in, but the suction doesn't seem to have a hold of him.

"You might not want to lie there, it's about to become very crowded."

Billy sees a wave of bladed weapons heading toward him and runs out of the way as they fly forward and disappear. He sees many things go past; a blizzard, books, a heap of cannons. The beast floats past, unconscious. The animal it killed also gets sucked in, and to Billy's shock it's guts seems to be getting stitched up as it goes, it's gut's sliding back into it's belly.

Finally, nothing stands as testament to what occurred except, perhaps, the crater. The door closes. The boy appears. Billy hops into a spellcasters stance, but the boy waves him down.

"I don't intend anything for you anymore, kid." he says.
"What do you mean?" Billy asks, not dropping his guard for an instant.
The boy grins.
"I store things. That's my function. I take them all in, keep them safe and cozy within myself. But sometimes, in recognition of great help or to repay a favor, I loan out the things I've got tucked away. Get me?"

Billy nods. The door opens, and a skeleton pops out. Then another. Then a third.

"Your friend is buried somewhere over in that direction. Need any help?"

"No," Billy says, reassuringly, "Life is easy to sense."

"Well then, I'll be taking my leave then." he says, cane appearing in his hand. "We'll be seeing each other again in a time."

"I don't doubt that sir." Billy replies smiling. "I'm looking forward to killing you."

The boy breaks into howling laughter as he walks away. "Better than you have tried." he calls back, before disappearing over the horizon.

Billy lets his mind wander over the dirt until he finds Zaubars presence. He points to it. "Dig there, he'd there." The three of them set to work immediately, with as much fervor as the undead can muster. Billy sits, a schemes. He would, after all, have to prepare.

(So, thoughts on him?)

[Philote]

It went really well

So this is the character you wish to use in NB?

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Yep. Thoughts?

[Philote]

It should work really well as your character for new beginning, even fits your name. Don't be afraid to make your character really powerful for NB, some basic abilities are space and dimensional travel, reality warping, being really hard to kill, being the strongest being from your respective dimension, and probably a bunch of others that I'm not thinking of at the moment. Pretty much just keep it fair/fun by not instantly completing whatever random story arc we do but still use whatever crazy power you want.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Yeah, NB is our place to let down our hair.

[Myself]

It is our "free for all" and "do whatever you like/you're the moderator" type rp.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Do you think anyone will show up?" asked the girl standing in this clearing of trees to her companion. She nervously ran her right hand through her short black hair, her brow cloak shifting to one side to revel light leathers underneath. Briefly one can see her other arm, wrapped in cloth.  Even without the cloak, it would be polite to say she was androgynous. If you wanted to be impolite, you could say that she was indistinguishable from a young-ish boy. She had a fidgety manner, and was casting glances from side to side.

Her companion sighed from the fallen tree trunk she observed from. Unlike the one standing in the field, there was no mistaking this one's gender. Even in the pink parka coat she wore it was obvious that she was also a girl of about the same age. She shifted and lay on the trunk, long blue hair that seemed to sparkle in the sun like fresh snow cascading down the side. She smiled gently at the look the girl in the field was giving her. "Don't worry so much, Maria. Loosen up or you'll lose."

"That's easy for you to say, Snow." She called back up. "What if it's one of those really strong people they have around here? You know my fighting style is, well, you know..." She cast her eyes down at her arm. "It's not.... flashy."

"There's no reason to have that defeatist attitude of yours here." Snow called down encouragingly, looking at the sky. "Nothing matters. Even if you die, it won't count for anything."

Snow looked down. Marie was sitting on her heels, right arm wrapped around her legs, face buried in her knees. Oh, that had been a bad way to put it. She tried again. "Besides, even if you do lose it won't make me like you any less. So really, what does it matter?"

Maria lifted her head just far enough to see Snows smiling face, and a surge of relief almost brought her crashing to the ground. She stood up. Snow was right. What had she been worried about, looking foolish? In front of who? No matter how badly she lost, it wouldn't reflect on her at all. "Thanks Snow."

"No problem. I'll be rooting for you!"

[Philote]

Damian ambled past the surrounding trees, seemingly mumbling to himself. It felt as if he was in a dream, but he knew something more than that was going on. He was here for a match and that was the only thing he needed to focus on before returning to his world. Damian wore dark clothes over his light skin, an attire that developed out of necessity in his line of work. The heavy jacket he wore wasn't necessary though, but he wore it anyways. He could see some figures in the distance and decides to move towards them, fidgeting with a golden ring on his right ring finger as he did so.

(This is one of my older characters, one that I have not brought up on the forum till now. When I create a character I tend to focus on looks or in this case, just how the character's power works, but I don't really follow through with much character development. I had not even chosen a name for this character till this post. I'll try to do my best though to make this interesting.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Incoming, south bound!" shouted Snow from atop her perch. Maria whipped around to the man currently meandering towards them.

She quirked her head, looking uncomfortable. "Are you sure that's him?"

"Who else would be here?"

"W-well, what if it some sort of mistake?"

"Maria." Snow leveled a stern look at her partner, and pointed to the approaching man. "Stop stalling and fight that man."

The uncomfortable girl turned reluctantly toward the approaching stranger, and let out a nervous little sound between her teeth. She smacked herself on the side of the face twice, fixed her face into a scowl, and charged towards him fist upraised.

(Coincidentally, these two are also very old. They've been floating around in my head in some capacity since at least middle school.)

[Philote]

(Am I fighting both of them or just Maria?)

"Yes, yes....I see her coming" Damian speaks to himself "And no, not yet."

Damian fidgets with his ring some more while he considers charging back. He abandons the idea, if she was already charging towards him then he would just let her do the work and prepare himself for when she got close.

A second gold ring expands from his right hand and he grips onto it once it finishes growing to the size of a Frisbee. Wielding the ring as a weapon before him, Damian edges to where he can gain some cover from fallen trees if he opponent pulls out something unexpected.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(Just the one, unless I don't think she can handle it.)

Rings?

No, don't be hasty. No telling what they could do. Better to gauge it out first, before dedicating to anything. Maria closes the distance, leaping of of a tree stump to land within range of her opponent. She lets lose with a kick, to sweep his legs from under him.

[Philote]

The girl was closing in fast, and Damian gripped the larger ring tighter as he focused.

Damian watched as she opened with a low kick, and a well executed one at that. It would have connected right on mark if Damian's own internal clock had not sped up as if someone had pushed the fast forward button on him. He jumps, pulling his legs up over the kick, and kicking out with his own right foot as the increased speed wears off.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

So he was fast. She meets the kick with her forehead.

She budges only slightly, the bruise already forming. It's an experience not unlike kicking a bowling ball. Made of lead.

[Philote]

Damian pushes off of the kick, falling down onto his back before rolling backwards back up to his feet.

The girl seemed tough, but she had not yet revealed anything too extraordinary so Damian would have to play it safe. He raises the golden ring and it takes on a crimson tint as he moves forward to strike,

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She quickly reached for the scabbard on her back, drawing the long knife she used when she didn't want to... draw attention.

She brought the curved blade up to block the ring, and see what it could do.

[Philote]

The crimson ring makes contact just as Damian had hoped. The blade connects with the ring and the ring pushes back with more force than Damian's swing should of provided.