Shawdus

MT-R2: Divinity Vs DLL

Let it be known that Starfall went way out of line. She was consistently told that she should eject herself from the argument, and Gun gave her a final warning saying basically "If you don't stop I'll DQ you" And she continued on her rant--either you listen to the GM and stay, or you don't and get kicked. Have you not listened to a GM before?

Also let it be known that just because Starfall got kicked doesn't mean that Enki had to jump in here and continue the insults being hailed at Gun for seemingly no reason at all considering he literally took no side. DLL was honestly the only one out of the trio that acted with any sort of respect, and I'm happy that he decided to remain civil even toward the conclusion of this little shitstorm.

I asked questions to Divinity, big or small, and he answered all of them. I got his posts clarified rather well because, like you DLL, I didn't understand some of his wording either. But he was willing to tell me because what he says in his posts is 99% of the time in the text (Except for the javelin thing, which I'm not even 100% about because I never got to reading the IC posts).

I just don't get it. Why is everyone throwing so much shade at Gun? For what, exactly? He said he used Divinity for a time and then handed it off to the person who has it now. I just can't understand why you would jump on him. It obviously wasn't fixed. All he wanted to do was come here, start a tournament, and generate some fights. Before you go around accusing him of rigging the tournament, tell me this. What reason would he have?

No. Seriously. What would he gain from fighting his wife in the championship and winning/losing? What would he get from the win? Why don't you ask yourself that, question his motivation before you start throwing accusations.

With that being said, considering the tournament is officially disbanded, I guess I nevr got the chance to pass my judgement. I apologize to DLL and Divinity for having to sit through this shitstorm while I dealt with real life responsibilities--I feel like if I had been able to make swift judgement, this wouldn't have devolved so out of control. Hats off to both of you for keeping your cool.

MT-R2: Divinity Vs DLL

I'm currently a bit busy so I'm just reading from the OOC right now. When I get home later tonight I will try to read the battle and make a decision by tomorrow (at the latest!). Sound good?

Majesty Tournament ~ Interest Check

Hooray for round 2!

Also high fives to I and shawdy for being the only combatants to have a clear winner in their fight!

@Divinity

Trueeeee

-high five-

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

The explosions would have worked out in his favor eventually, had Corban not used it in his own. Jett's darkness began particles that weaved into the ground upon the small explosions they gave off. As the mist began to emerge around him, he ignored it--he still knew where his enemy was, and Jett knew that he was standing at the same place he had been all this time before. With determination in his eyes, he was prepared for his final attack, the coup de grace. The darkness would begin seeping out of the ground and--

He stopped. "What."

Looking down, he noticed the faint glow of those damned rhinestone diamonds. As if his ears were plugged, he felt the same way with his magic. There was nothing more he could do, even if he tried. He had to get out of this circle of anti-magic. Looking forward, he exhaled, "So now we've resorted to dirty tricks?" He said, even though he was going to use a dirty trick of his own in about five seconds, "How sad of you."

He began to back away, attempting to evade the circle that kept his magic at a minimum, "I'm not done yet, Carbon guy, I never will be--"

The rest of the breath needed for his sentence was taken out of him as a green colored beam came through the mist like a gargantuan bullet, penetrating his sternum and coming out from the other side. His mouth was left wide open, his eyes staring out into the cloudy horizon before him. He stood there for a long time, as if time had stopped. Then, he fell to his knees.

He braced his arm against the large hole that was in his body, vermillian trickling from his lips as his widened eyes became slits. He looked at the ground, breathing softly and jaggedly. The only thing keeping him alive was his sheer will to live, and even that was draining fast. He looked up, hoping that he could catch another glimpse of Corban before he passed on. If their eyes happened to meet, there would be a sign of respect and admiration to the anti-magic man of Carbon.

His ears became keen to the sound of the wind blowing against his face, and the pavement that cracked underneath his weight. He even heard the sound of a stray bird, escaping from its pack. The surprise on his face turned into the faintest of smiles--genuine and forced at the same time, "Heh...Good one."

The rest of him fell to the ground with a soft thud, his body going limp as his boisterous soul went to see his family again.

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

Jett was surprised to see Corban prepared for nearly every attack he gave to him and his companion. The darkness was completeley deflected by a shield that had been on his back, breaking it apart into solid particles that returned to him. As he ran toward Corban with the intent to incapacitate, the man suddenly turned his sheathed sword onto him. Launching like a bottle rocket, the sheath suddenly had the kinetic force equivalent to an oncoming train--a train aimed at his chest.

The speed at which he ran toward Corban made it impossible for him to dodge--all he could do was raise his blade up in front of his chest, the strengthened blade taking the brunt of the force from the rocketing sheath. Even with the defense, however, law of physics dictated that he would go flying into the air, sword still in hand. He stared down at his opponent, just in time to see an arc-like blast coming at him from below. Using his telekinesis against himself, Jett was pushed away from the oncoming blast just in the nick of time (He could almost sense the sizzling of his eyebrows from how close he was to death).

Still in the air, he drew in a shaky breath, in and out, "I've been in the sky at least four times today," He landed once again, scoffing, "And yet you've barely moved."

He looked down at the ground that was now sullied by marks and craters in the earth. The iron smell of blood and burnt leather exuded from Jett's very being, and yet he still refused to stay down. For the first time in the whole battle, he frowned, "There's a reason I'm here, you know," He spoke through gritted teeth, the sky darkening slightly, "I don't care about the fame, the money--heh, not even the power."

He exhaled, ignoring the droplets of crimson that were now going into the pavement. He looked into Corban's amber visor for a few moments, then he shut his eyes softly, "I only want my brother back," It was a whisper--the type that was soft, but meant to be heard.

"Guess I just have to work harder, huh?" His eyes shot open, his grin returning once again. If Corban would look up, he would notice dozens upon dozens of dark black particles now hanging in the sky above him, "I can't let my brother down...even if I really like you, Carbon guy."

All of the particles began to rain down on his position at the speed of bullets--each one would make small explosions upon impact, cauterizing the bullet wounds but making them much deeper and wider. After all the bullets made their mark, Jett would thrust his sword blade first in the direction of wherever Corban was, "Let's see if you and your anti magic can take this!"

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

"Oh--OH, I'VE MADE A MISTAKE!"

That was the only thing that could come out of Jett's mouth as he saw at least half of the crystals phase through the telekinetic force field like a bullet through water; the magic did nothing signifcant to the crystals. There wasn't much he could do now considering the close proximity of the buckshot. With one arm he covered his face, placing the other across his body diagonally. At the same time he quickly jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge at least a portion of the widespread attack (Even if it wouldn't succeed).

He kept both arms in front of his face and body, allowing them to take the brunt of the crystal hits, the rest spreading across his legs and sides. The next thing he saw was a sky-blue blast of energy moving toward his body. His eyes widened and as soon as he hit the ground, he jumped upward as high as he could, letting the blast go on toward the horizon rather than attempt to deflect it. It was only at that point that his brain processed mild pain--almost like a nuisance. When he looked down, he noticed large cuts through his leather jacket, crimson seeping out of them as well as spots on his torso and legs. He sucked his teeth, "You got me good," he commented, landing back on the ground at his feet, this time even further away from Corban. He looked down at the ground, rolling his bleeding shoulders before glancing up.

That goofy grin was still on his face, "but I'm not gonna go down that easily."

The sword materialized once again in his hand and Jett rushed him, ignoring the significant amount of lacerations on his arms and body and still retaining his speed and strength. He went to slash at Corban, however stopped short a few inches away. From behind, dark magic came at him in an attempt to push him forcefully, and if successful he'd then stab Corban in his arm at one of the joint areas of his armor.

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

Jett watched as the dark orb was thrust at Corban with speeds equating a slow-moving bullet, and yet he was able to respond quickly--just as he had. A large diamond sparkled in front of the man, meeting the darkness' blast with no change. Jett raised his arm up in front of his face, the blast of heat pushing against him as well as around Corban, "So I just got the joke of your name," Jett began to explain, putting his arm down.

He watched Corban for a moment, "Your name is Corban, and you use diamonds--a form of carbon! And Corban is just Carbon when you switch the A and O around!" He grinned, "Pretttttty clever!"

Corban's rhetorical question did not go unheard, and Jett placed his hands inside his pockets, shrugging, "I never said I thought I was safe, bud."

He watched the triangular crystal move toward him at intense speeds, noting just how close it was coming. He didn't move at all, however, awaiting the chance to make his defense. Just as the diamond exploded into thousands of tiny particles--most aimed at him--was Jett's hazel eyes gave a slight sparkle.

Suddenly, a burst of invisible power crashed against every particle, big or small. There was enough power in such a blast that all of the shimmering particles rocketed back from where they came, toward the figure of Corban. The particles that had just been threatening Jett's life were now moving toward Corban at the same exact speed, and yet Jett still hadn't moved--his hands were still in his pockets, "But you're in just as much danger as me."

[OOC: To clarify, he used one of his large shockwave-like attacks as stated in his abilities, however instead of on a person he used it on the particles moving toward them]

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

Before Jett's blade could even make it to the man's chest, he was met with the beautiful carbon-derived sword with the forked edge. With pristine accuracy, the blade was suddenly between the two edges as both men pushed against one another. The broken pavement beneath them cracked as wind burst around them. He stared into Corban's amber visor for a few moments. This was something of a challenge for the jokester, and he certainly liked challenges. He had no intent of hurting the man, only to rough him up a bit until he won.

He wasn't able to react until the man began to twist his sword around. Knowing the worst was potentially coming, he quickly took his grip off of the sword's hilt, effectively making it disappear at his discretion just as quickly as it had materialized. He looked down, noticing the elbow and the knee both simultaneously come forward in an effort to meet their targets. He jumped backwards with great speed, dodging both attacks respectively, "Hey, nice one!" He commented, "You're pretty fast, carbon guy! Heh."

As he went into the air, a chill would run through the both of them as an onyx colored substance began to emerge around Jett's body. As the darkness into his hand and transformed into an orb, his hazel eyes darkened significantly. Before hitting the ground a few feet away he threw the orb forward like a baseball. Once it grew close to him, the orb would become akin to a grenade as Jett willed the orb to combust, creating a moderate explosion just in front of Corban--enough to blow him back quite a few feet, "Let's see if you can take this!"

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

Jett was happy to see Ishtalle laugh at his jokes. Most competitors were simply annoyed by him and never took the time to stop and chat, let alone get his pristine humor. He grinned gleefully--and then something happened that he had never experienced before, either.

Ishtalle made a pun too.

Jett chuckled, and for once, it wasn't at his own joke. He smiled, looking at her with admiration, "Aw, man, that's hilarious--you guys are great, I too wish we could have met under better circumstances," He watched Ishtalle dematerialize, and then both men were alone again. He glanced down at the 250 karat diamond that was held between the man's fingers, tilting his head in awe.

Then, as the wind blew through the both of them, the landscape started to grow colder. Jett knew that things were getting serious, yet his smile refused to waver. As he watched the diamond transform into a sword of varying forms of carbon, Jett's excitement for a good fight suddenly grew tenfold. With a bit of distance between them, he too got into a battle stance. At the same time, he examined the man's armor, trying to find any sort of weakened areas that would be a good area to attack.

"I guess it can't be helped," He lifted a hand up above his head, and in a sparkle of lights, a sword similar in size to Corban's formed in the man's grasp. The hilt was made with intricate designs, representing an artist's touch. The blade itself was a deep black, almost like an obsidian, however it held an ominous glow. Jett's eyes glimmered with a mischievous tone, "I have a tournament to win."

The wind blew again, except it came from the speed of Jett's body as it hit the jagged pavement, leather jacket kicking up around his frame as he moved. He cut the gap between them in less than a second, his glimmering sword slashing at Corban--Carbon? The element is Carbon!--within the chest area. He didn't intend to harm him yet, only to see just how durable the armor was. At the same time, he watched the hand that held the sword carefully.

Majesty Tournament R1: Divinity Vs Shawdus

I have a strong feeling this fight will be memorable

@Divinity I posted!