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@NacNak

Lucas Farley looked past Eve and out into the center of the arena, which featured several stages. The first ring still had its fight going on, as did the third and the last, but none of those fighters were even in Farley's ball park in strength, let alone speed. He grinned and returned his attention to Eve. "Yes. Yes I did. I've been competing here since I was a kid and never once got knocked out in the first round."

He said this with quite a bit of confidence, and just as he was about to cross his arms, he stopped himself. "Name's Lucas. Lucas Farley," he introduced with a smile, holding out one hand towards Eve. I wonder if she knows what a handshake is. Not like it's a common feature of all cultures. Especially alien.



@GingerBoi123

The fact that another fighter- and a strong one at that- had approached Vadim to compliment his fighting technique was incredibly flattering. "Why thank you, Mr. Shen. I'd introduce myself, but it seems that formality is unnecessary." He returned the bow and gave Shen a friendly smile. Vadim was reading the power levels of those here, and Shen's was pretty close to his. The fact that he had no idea how to block energy attacks kind of caught him by surprise.

"Well, it wouldn't be good sport to tell you while we're in the middle of the tournament. But regardless of how things turn out, I'd be happy to even teach you afterwards." He hoped that Shen would accept the offer. Maybe he'd even like to meet Vadim's Sensei, the one who taught him the technique. That would be fantastic. Master Revellyn was- and still is- the best teacher around.
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awesome =)


Working on that edit now. I would have done it before had college not interfered.

EDIT: Done!
SOOOO... are you still allowing entries?


We are indeed.

@NacNak

I will most likely edit my last post to accommodate. I'll let you know when I do.
so.... has everyone's character fought a round in the tournament yet? =)


They have. I'm allowing a brief period for character mingling instead f just jumping to the next fight, but no one has been posting.
The stare-down lasted a bit longer than Vadim wanted, but he didn't really mind the slight inconvenience. He hated making the first move in the match, so he waited for his opponent to make his move. With impressive speed, Vadim's foe dashed across the battle arena and started his delivery of a quick series of blows on Vadim. Vadim matched his speed, however, without matching his intensity. Each punch was parried, each kick was blocked, and to the naked eye a normal person would have believed the man's attacks to be too quick for a normal person to block.

Any person who thought that would have been right.

Vadim hadn't even broken a sweat by the time his opponent had leaped away from him, panting. I swear the competition gets less and less impressive every year, Vadim found himself thinking, and for a brief moment, he considered the notion that he may need to end the fight early. Guy probably can't even project energy.

Just as this thought came to his mind, however, he felt the man's power level quickly shoot up. Blue energy was forming in his palm, which was tucked in close to his chest. I wasn't asking for it! The guy might hurt people in the audience! He barely looks like he can control such a blast! The thought that the guy was playing off of a hope that Vadim would selflessly try to protect the people ran trough his mind for a brief moment, but Vadim decided that he would protect them regardless of what his opponent was hoping.

"AHHHHHHHH!" the man screamed as he shot the energy blast at Vadim, most likely expending the greater portion of his remaining energy. Vadim had a brief moment during the time the blast was in the air to analyze its strength, and decided to stand his ground the blast impacted Vadim and exploded, kicking up a large smoke cloud in the process.

After a few moments, the smoke dissipated and revealed Vadim still standing in place, palms thrusted outward, and covered in dust. He then assumed a normal standing position for a short moment and took a deep breath before walking over to his foe, casually but blatantly angry.

"How did you-" he began.

"How dare you endanger the lives of innocent people for the sake of a little game? You don't deserve to progress in this tournament." Vadim stated angrily before thrusting his palm out into the man's chest, sending him flying off of the combat arena and winning the match.

Vadim silently walked out of the ring and back to the locker rooms.



Lucas Farley turned his head at the sound of the explosion. "Man, Vadim's got guts." He said before turning to his opponent- who took advantage of the moment and punched him in the face before backing off. He rubbed his cheek and looked at the guy. "Alright, pal. Time to get wrecked." Farley threw his arms in the air and stood with his legs shoulder-width apart. "Shadecast!"

Just then, the entire ring became dark. From the outside it looked as though a black dome had enveloped the ring, but on the inside it was completely dark. It was impossible to see as no light was capable of entering the dome. His opponent was now bumbling around the ring out of shock and blindness, and before Lucas could do it himself, the man must have lost his footing and fallen out of the ring, as he had heard a loud thump just outside of its confines. Upon allowing the done to dissipate, he came to find that it was true.

Lucas bowed then waved to the applauding audience before hopping off the stage. He decided to go to th locker rooms and check them out for a few- something he had failed to do sooner due to his late arrival. It was pretty bland, but it was clean and it had all the necessities, including room. What was less bland, however, was the pink person- could you call it a person?- who was in the locker room with him. It was humanoid, but obviously not human. And Farley had seen aliens before, but none like this one.

"Hey there. You make it past the first round?" he asked, deciding to keep the attempt at conversation simple.
Vadim's opponent was a man with a similar build to his. He was just a fee inches taller than Vadim's average 5'10", and he had roughly the same muscle size. Based on what Vadim knee from his own powers, though, power could be easily hidden. He decided to stay on his guard for the duration of the match. When the referee called for it, Vadim bowed to his opponent before assuming what appeared to be the most basic of stances- legs spread, as raised with his fingers curled. The other guy assumed something similar to his, only with his fists balled up.

This was going to be fun.



Farley assumed his place at his own ring and sized up his opponent. The stereotypical gorilla-man, as he liked to call them. Well built people with impressive height that would make many consider the possibility that size does matter. But Lucas was in the tournament last year, and remembered this guy as being remarkably slow. The thought made him grin. When the match started, Lucas's opponent bowed, and Lucas himself gave a slight bow that would more accurately be described as a confident gesture. He then just stood there, waiting for his opponent to cone at him. He had something special in mind to kick off his match.
@BKburke

I went on ahead and called for all characters to fight simultaneously in their own matches.
The level of activity dropped fast.
Everyone is free to control their own NPC opponent. Just don't do anything unrealistic simply because these are grunt characters.
Vadim was just getting comfortable in the stands when he felt a rather hard object hit him in the top of the head with a somewhat hollow boink. When he turned around to see who had assaulted him in such a manner, he was surprised to see his good friend Lucas Farley with a large bucket of popcorn standing behind him. "Lucas! Wow, I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

Lucas smiled back at his long-time friend. "I signed up for the tournament, of course. What else?"

"Really? Wow, that's quite the shocker. You haven't entered a tournament in years."

"Yeah, well, Farley's back, baby. I'm ready to show these good people my new moves." Lucas's smile never broke, but their conversation was. There was a beeping sound from the large screen on the wall in the arena that called for all fighters to report to their assigned rings to square off with their first opponent. The time for resting and other shenanigans was in the past. Now, it was time to get to business. "Good luck out their, Vadim. Try to make it far enough that we get to square off, because I am so looking forward to that!" Lucas jabbed before jogging off to the arena number marked next to his name on the screen.

"You can count on it," Vadim responded before turning and heading the opposite way toward his own ring. Time to bust a move.
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