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Here at the Sandstorm Arena you fight to the death in order to gain fame, fortune, and other prizes such as weapons or spellbooks.
Sandstorm is the largest Arena in Marlnuk, and the most popular.
Choose your hero and fight to the death!
Many will be spectating the fights and at the end of each fight members shall vote for the use of logic used and how clever your decisions are.

Now create your hero:

Physical Appearance:
Past Training:
Bio:
Gender:
Race:
Weapons:
other:

-Optional-
Class:

Stats
Strength:
Health:
Stamina:
Mana:
Dark Power:
Light Power:
(you have 25 stats, this allows me to calculate the damage of your blows, and if your being logical. Light power is healing and other light spells. Dark power allows the control of fire or anything else destructive.)

Rules:
Now post your characters here and I will decide who fights who until you make it to the top, you shall be awarded prizes, but the prize you will recieve is unknown until you actually win the duel.
I decide who wins the duel, and before you fight you most post your characters here, so I can decide if the matches are fair.
I will start off each match with a prolouge, and whoever posts first, makes the first move.
At the start of each match you are located 60 feet away from eachother, so you cannot instantly attack.
Warriors and melee fighters have more health and stamina, due to the fact a mage or some other being of magic has the advantage of casting spells at the start of each round.
You become more powerful every dual you fight. And every fight you win, you get 5 extra stats of your choice, just post them here after a fight. (NOT DURING ONE!)
One post per action. Wait your turn.
NO EDITING POSTS! (unless your not dualing.)

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Please send me questions through PM and I will update rules, etc.

Name: Cobblehof
Physical Appearance: Cobblehof fits himself with tightly wrapped obsidian rags that even conceal much of his face whether he's in combat or strolling through town. The linens provide a sort of undercloth for the featherweight chainmail he adorns over it, light enough to only really mitigate damage from a punch and little more. His physique is thin and trim, although hard to see through his layers of adornment. His left hand appears to be blackened with burns, but still very much functional like he was involved in some sort of furnace accident. In truth, that was the hand he used to launch creations of magic - every additional spell further scalding the very hand it's released from.
Past Training: As a boy living with his grandmother, he found a locked away stash of his father's hobbyist magic books and picked up as much as he could from them until he grandmother passed away. One day he returned home from school to find her fallen at the foot of the stairs. Oddly enough, the books he had taken from his deceased father's stash had vanished thus ending his self-education of the magical arts. Otherwise, he built up an affinity to the small blade when trailblazing for a frontiersman that had passed through the isolated village. The pioneer had given him the blade he still has today to assist him in cutting down vegetation directly through the forest that encompassed the village so the pioneer could establish a trading route. Years of hacking away at plant life built a strong confidence in the weapon. Eventually the trailblazing was completed a few years ago and Cobblehof moved on... to the Arena.
Bio: Cobblehof, twenty-five year old, has a very small magic proficiency, useful more as a situational tool than a primary method of damage infliction. He packs a punch with is small blade kept sheathed on his thigh, but isn't one to tolerate much physical abuse.
Race: Human
Weapons: Small blade. A very limited knowledge of assorted magics.

--Stats--
Strength:7
Health:5
Stamina: 3
Mana: 4
Dark Power: 3
Light Power: 3
(Strong, swift attacks. Vulnerable to heavy hitters. Small, random magic "proficiency." Reliant on dodging attacks of mitigated their damage somehow with magic and other methods.)

((My friend Sol should be joining soon))

Name: Kinaka

Age: 26

Physical Appearance: He stands around 5'9'' with shoulder length deep purple hair. His eyes ere a bright violet hue, almost luminescent and with reptilian vertical pupils. Due to his race, his body is covered with lizard/snake skin of a dark green colour, so dark it is nearly black he also has a tail of around 2 and a half foot in length. Generally he is topless, wearing a pair of heavy cloth combat style trousers and a pair of well used leather boots. He does occasionally, when travelling mainly, wear a thick black canvas trench coat.

Past Training: Brought up in a almost shamanistic tribe, his main magical attributes is air manipulation, including air compression and the creation of small disrupted air pockets, which he can use to block minor projectile and magical attacks. Because he was removed from his clan at such a young age, his powers have yet to reach their full potential.

Bio: Kinaka embarked upon a righteous crusade to avenge the attack that eradicated or captured the rest of his clan. He was rescued by a member of the company that had partaken in this horrendous bigotry "attack" that at the last moment turn against his allies in an attempt to prevent the plan from reaching fruition, he could do nothing against them however and so took the young helpless child Kinaka and raised him as best he could. This has brought him from the wilderness of the worlds through to the pocket of high population searching for the perpetrators of that attack. However, the lure of the arena is almost to much for him to pass up, as it could well provide some useful training.

Gender: Male

Race: Reptilian Anthropomorph

Weapons: He uses a pair of metallic gauntlets, the tips of the fingers sharpened into severe claws. They are made from a series of plates arranged like scales to provide the best balance of dexterity and protection, however repeated blocks of heavy attacks will injure his hands.

other: His magical attacks are limited to these two forms:

Air compression: Allows his to create small vacuums in the palms of his hands, forming balls of tightly compressed air, that when spontaneously released from their magical constraints explode with a shockwave like effect of rapid decompression, which can, if released directly next to a foe, cause internal haemorrhaging.

Air disruption: Forms a field of severely disrupted air which can impede projectiles and any other objects path. The air does two things, slows the projectile or object and may then divert it from it's current course. This is very risky for him to perform however, since he needs to have enough time to form the field between his hands and then get it in the way of the object. This can of course provide very little protection from extremely fast moving objects as they will not be slowed and/or be diverted from their trajectory enough to prevent damage to him.

Stats-

Strength: 4
Health: 5
Stamina: 5
Mana: 6
Dark Power: 0
Light Power: 5

((OOC: I haven't put any dark stat points on because his air compression is not directly damaging magic and as such not covered under the dark power, but if you feel it is, i would like the chance of modify my stat points to reflect that.))

"Welcome to the Sandstorm Arena folks! Today we have two contestants willing to fight to the death for a most valuable prize."
The giant stadium of beings from various races shout and cheer.
"In the left corner we have Cobblehof! Cobblehof is 25 years of age and is skilled in the use of his blade. He could tear the most bulky and thick races to shreds with a couple of swings from his machete."
The crowd cheers once again, mostly of human descent, encouraging their champion.
"And on the right side standing proud and strong is Kinaka. A Reptilian Anthropomorph, he uses his sharp gauntlets to rip apart even the most heavily armored man. Kinaka is lightly skilled in the arts of light magic and is 26 years of age."
The crowd cheers and waits eagerly for the match to start.
"Now champions, take your places, and on the sound of the bugle the fight shall start."
The champions walk to their side of the arena, weapons in hand and await the sound of the bugle to start the bloodshed. A bugle is sounded. All becomes quiet in the enormous arena, awaiting for one of the champions to make the first strike.
The sand from the Arena shifts and swirls as the wind brushes the ground. The two hero's meet eachothers gaze, deciding their first move. The crowd stir in their seats dying from anticipation.
And then suddenly

Cobblehof had never really interacted with a reptilian being before and it made him slightly uneasy. Then again, he never really engaged in any real combat with real people for real reasons. Standing in the corner of the arena, blade in hand, was the start of all sorts of firsts.

The bugle sounded and the crowd cheered ecstatically before quieting down to let the contenders deliver their first attacks. Cobblehof held his dagger close to his side as though he was about to force it forward into a thrust, but his blackened hand extended out toward Kinaka, who was directly across the arena from him. Cobblehof wondered what sort of adversary he was up against - an opponent with no obvious weapon; he wasn't holding any sort of blade and mallet and he didn't seem like the typical magic-slinging type. Cobblehof had noted Kinaka's claws and hoped that those were his only method of attack. Either way, Cobblehof locked eye contact with his contender. A slight smile was hidden behind his dark wrap. He decided that he'd let Kinaka launch the first attack as a sort of experiment; would the reptile launch some sort of magical projectile or would it come rushing with a hidden weapon in hand? Perhaps it was some sort of dragon and could breathe flames. Cobblehof laughed inwardly at the notion of Kinaka being a dragon who looked more to him like a chameleon-human offspring.

Cobblehof silently summoned a sort of invisible barrier in his extended black hand. The barrier was no bigger than a foot in diameter and it wasn't completely impregnable. It could stop a punch, but not an arrow. Although since he didn't really know what to expect, he didn't want to completely tax himself with a more elaborate conjure. Step by step, he advanced his enemy, hand and barrier in front of him and blade at his side.

Kinaka stepped lightly out in the arena, his pupils rapidly closing to thin strips of black in the bright sunlight. After the glare subsided he took one quick look around the arena, familiarising himself with the layout before the fight started, he didn't want anything to surprise him. "No obvious traps." He thought to himself, his head tilting back slightly as his nose twitched slightly, sniffing the air . "Hmmm...His scent will be hard to keep a track of with all these people around."

Slowly he stepped out further into the ring of sand, his heavy boots disturbing the terrain, which kicked up into little swirling clouds around his feet. His hair slowly fell in front of his eyes as he walked, a quick flick of his head and the hair was no long a problem, the thick midnight purple hair tucked behind his ear on the right, revealing his face more clearly. A slightly smile played across his lips, the deafening roar of the crowd and then sudden silence was quite humerus to him. The extremes gave the arena an almost ghostly feel, the place now sounded like a graveyard, low whispers echoing around like lost souls watching from behind their respective seats.

His eyes locked onto his opponents, "Cobblehof...hmmm." It was plain to see his adversary was trained in the arcane arts, the scars and burns upon his one hand but not on his other was quite a give-away, many users of magic could only use one hand, unlike Kinaka. He took a glance down to the palms of his gauntlets, both shone like they'd only been polished in the centre of the palm, perfect circles that had been made upon the metal by his air magic. He chuckled slightly to himself and slowly started to walk towards his opponent. However, when his hand reached out towards Kinaka, his pace checked a little and his eyes narrowed trying to fathom what Cobblehof was trying.

The fact they were getting closer to each other suited Kinaka very much, his ranged attacks were limited to only one type and he knew the limitations of it only too well. He stopped a few feet away from Cobblehof and smiled, his teeth standing out quite vividly against his dark skin. He knew what Cobblehof was doing with his hand when he stopped. The dust kicked up by his footfall floated towards his opponent, but reached some sort of barrier and spread lightly across the surface. With startling agility Kinaka's foot dragged across the dusty sand, creating quite a disturbance and stirring up a great cloud of dust that quite clearly showed the invisible barriers limitations. He quickly took note of the apparent limits of the barrier and smiled.

It was clear Kinaka had to make the first move and he would gladly show Cobblehof what he was capable of. Quickly his right hand snatched out to the side quickly, his brand of magic quickly surging with trained purpose as his mind willing his internal energies to do his bidding. A small swirling vacuum was created as the magical energy manipulated the air in the palm of the shining gauntlet. Quickly it drew a large chunk of air from around Kinaka, the dust cloud he created swirling suddenly around his form as the air was drawn in. He knew however that the dust could well be a downfall in his attack and so settled for a smaller compression of air in his palm.

His Years of training had made this attack as quick as it could be at his current level of magical ability, but never-the-less it took a few seconds to draw the air into the ball and contain it in his palm. Kinaka's body twisted slightly as he stopped the intake of air, his right foot planting into the sandy terrain as his arm plunged forwards through the swirling dust towards the magical field in front of him.

The motion was aimed towards the shield at shoulder height and as it closed upon the field his elbow locked and his hand flattened out, attempting to smash to ball against the barrier. If contact happened, he would feel it and allow his magical energy to rapidly dissipate. The reaction of that would be simple, an uncontrolled rapid decompression of air would tear through the surrounding area and nothing not even Kinaka himself could fully protect it's self against an onslaught of the very substance that was everywhere at all times.

Kinaka was well trained though, and his hand would cup against the blast, the gauntlets helping to shield his flesh against the blast, but his body would be buffeted away from where the ball had decompressed and knowing this he had planted his foot so as to control his bodies movement backwards, the terrain would allow enough friction to slide properly and yet slow him steadily.

im all set