derpy battle practice [Sets v Yuu (v Tets?)]
Jan 26, 2016 16:55:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 16:55:27 GMT -7
The Setting is simple - a massive abandoned stadium, its central pit 200 meters in radius and surrounded by high, sheer walls which mysteriously repel chakra. It is impossible to climb them, nor damage them. The participants are trapped in this pit, which consists of a thick slab of hard-packed dirt overtop stone foundation. A thin layer of windswept sand to make the blood easier to clean completes the macabre motif. Extending from the top of the walls in a sweeping slope which seems to reach back for dozens of meters and to the height of the very clouds themselves are crumbling stairs and seats formed in row upon row.
A brilliant light expands from the center of the pit, which would blind all spectators...if there were any. When it fades, three figures are left standing in place of the light, each 20 meters in distance away from the others.
A hot wind blows among them, kicking up dust.
A booming voice is all that greets them.
The being that brought them here?
To illustrate the point, hundreds of wicked spikes extended as if by magic from the walls...and inched slowly forward. Then, as quick as they had appeared, they were gone. The group would amuse their captor or be impaled.
Claire Sakurai, the last of her line, stood straight and firm with defiance. If it was kill or die, she would just have to ensure that she did the killing. She ran a hand through her rose-colored mane and as stealthily as possible checked over her equipment. In the holster dangling from the small of her back was a handle, which belonged to her club Struggle, to be drawn with her right hand. Each foot and shin was protected by lamellar greaves, each with a knife at the mouth ready to be drawn in close quarters. The P.I.P.-Boy on her left wrist beeped irritatingly to remind her that she was no longer within the confines of any of her recorded maps, and to inform her of her elevated heart rate. At her left hip hung a pistol crossbow, loaded with a single blunt-headed bolt. She didn't have any ammo clips for it, so reloading would have to be done shot by shot.
Her Type 2 Butt Bag contained four additional shots for her crossbow, meaning she could only use it at range five times. It also contained a single sting grenade, if she could find an opportunity to use it safely and effectively.
Wary of the others, she watched very closely, but was otherwise still.
A brilliant light expands from the center of the pit, which would blind all spectators...if there were any. When it fades, three figures are left standing in place of the light, each 20 meters in distance away from the others.
A hot wind blows among them, kicking up dust.
"NO HOSTILITIES ARE PERMITTED WITHIN THIS FIRST MOMENT UPON YOUR ARRIVAL"
A booming voice is all that greets them.
The being that brought them here?
"WHEN ALL IS IN READINESS, YOU WILL DO BATTLE, AND YOU WILL DIE. OR YOU WILL NOT, AND YOU WILL DIE."
To illustrate the point, hundreds of wicked spikes extended as if by magic from the walls...and inched slowly forward. Then, as quick as they had appeared, they were gone. The group would amuse their captor or be impaled.
"THE BATTLE WILL BEGIN IN SIX SECONDS"
Claire Sakurai, the last of her line, stood straight and firm with defiance. If it was kill or die, she would just have to ensure that she did the killing. She ran a hand through her rose-colored mane and as stealthily as possible checked over her equipment. In the holster dangling from the small of her back was a handle, which belonged to her club Struggle, to be drawn with her right hand. Each foot and shin was protected by lamellar greaves, each with a knife at the mouth ready to be drawn in close quarters. The P.I.P.-Boy on her left wrist beeped irritatingly to remind her that she was no longer within the confines of any of her recorded maps, and to inform her of her elevated heart rate. At her left hip hung a pistol crossbow, loaded with a single blunt-headed bolt. She didn't have any ammo clips for it, so reloading would have to be done shot by shot.
Her Type 2 Butt Bag contained four additional shots for her crossbow, meaning she could only use it at range five times. It also contained a single sting grenade, if she could find an opportunity to use it safely and effectively.
Wary of the others, she watched very closely, but was otherwise still.