Field - Delta Hidden Passed Over White Devil

Rules - No Magic, 1 Item Use

Have at each other!

Golden radiance descended upon the winter wonderland , as three familiar rings whirled their way up and down. Dispersing the character data they held within, the small bits of data began to assemble themselves. The figure of a woman quickly became apparent. As the rings spiraled back up their humming stopped and the quietly assimilated back into the system. The data left behind manifested itself into the player known as Tempest, know the fully loaded player stood gazing out into the vastness of the field. The area displayed before her eyes was that of a Shakespearean play, the warmth and beauty in the air was that of a mid-summers night. The moon to the east, not quite mid-way into the sky yet, already full and voluminous in size. It bathed in a heavenly glow as it gazed down on the a Earth below. Snow gently descended from the moonlight sky above. Each individual snow flake merging as one into the large mass below.

Tempest remnants of the old days. The once proud Blademaster had given it all up; her sword, her pride, her allies, all in search of a new destiny a new meaning to live. After the announcement from CC Corp about their new character class additions to the world she quickly jumped at the idea of being a Whipmaster. But with limited knowledge in this field of combat she had to get some practice in. She had challenged the Fist Fighter Silk hoping he will give her the chance to test her true strength. Her hand dangled lazily had her side, yet alert and ready to grab the handle of her whip at a moments notice. The whip had been rapped in a circle about 24 inches in diameter and rested on a hook that was connected to her leather belt.

As Tempest stood waiting for her opponent, she pondered past events. Alright then I told the guy only one item may be used and no magic could be used. Hmm I guess I should devise a strategy around his character class and what ever item he chooses to use. Mainly the type I suppose he would use would be , replenishers, offensive or defensive increasers or decreases. Hmm. . .Well lets see he’s a fist fighter so he specials in close range combat right? So as long as I keep him far enough away I should be good right?! But that’s all I can gander from the bits of information I have received from others players and data stated by CC Corp. I know if he posses great speed, I my be out of luck cause he can just as quickly dodge my assaults. I haven’t quite gotten used to the whip so its maneuverability is not as flexible as I would like it to be. Well I guess I should practice while I wait.

"A Whipmaster... this should be good."

Today the Fist Fighter was not training, preparing for some epic adventure, or even eating. Today he was fishing. Yes, fishing. Not so long ago he had won a fishing contest by catching the Loch Ness Monster of all things, but on this day he had had no such luck, and in fact was getting quite irritated at his lack of even the slightest nibble. And then he had received a flashmail from the Whipmaster, Tempest, which invited him to a duel on the field Hidden Passed Over White Devil.

Vaguely, he recalled having reached the Gott in this field with some very old companions of his, Adreal and Tegra-sha. Both had quit "The World" long ago, one opting to play "Kingdom Hearts Online" while the other simply had no time to get to a computer. The quest had been a very icy one, he recalled, one in which they had nearly frozen to death and been almost torched by a Magic Goblin. It was his second quest. Now, Magic Goblins were easily destroyed by the Fist Fighter, and he almost laughed as he reminisced about the close calls he had had with Sky Fish and Goblins in that dungeon. He probably did not feel so light-hearted at the time.

Now, though, he had a duel with a Whipmaster, one of the newest classes in "The World". The requirements for the Whipmaster were easiest, and one had only to be level 12 and sacrifice two levels to become the light-weight class, while on the other hand, to become an Archer or his own class, the Fist Fighter, one required at least to be level 17. This obviously did not mean that his opponent would be weak. Far from it, his opponent could have been level 100 when the new class was made available, and for all he knew, she could be a level 98 Whipmaster, complete with dozens of rare items and amazing skills that he could not even dream of. But then why would she challenge him?

Well, it made no matter, he would face her regardless, after all, it had been he who had issued the take-all-comers-challenge. So with a mournful sigh aimed mostly at the fact that he had been unable to catch any fish, he rose to his feet, pulled in his line, returned his bait to its rightful jar, and headed away from one of the Aqua Capital's many rivers and towards the Chaos Gate. By now, The Chaos Gate was almost like an old friend to the Fist Fighter, who had been through it at least half a hundred times, if not more, and he probably knew each little line and sparkle on it by its first name. He could only smile ruefully at a green newbie who stared at the thing dully, unable to divine the procedure of the omnipresent machine. He was a Blademaster.

"Hey there, kid, all you have to do is say a set of keywords, and you'll be there."

The Blademaster nodded slowly, his mind wrapping around the concept, and then he asked, "Which keywords would you recommend?"

"Hmmm..." he scratched his head thoughtfully, then returned, "Try 'Bursting Passed Over Twin Hills.'" That was the first field that Silk had ever been to. The Blademaster thanked him and was away in a flash of three golden rings. Now it was Silk's turn, and he went over to the ever-turning spiral and spoke the words that Tempest had prescribed, and was away in an instant.

The three golden rings entered the field and dispersed, leaving a Fist Fighter behind. Immediately, he spotted a woman with a whip, and she seemed to know how to use it. As for the terrain, it was quite stunning, which was totally unlike his prior visit to the field. Last time, a vast blizzard had been raging upon their entrance, and Silk had hated the entire trip, but today the wondrous grace of the day took his breath away. The luminescent moon hung high in the sky, proud and regal, unwilling to dance with the stars that twinkled so cheerfully and her.

The Fist Fighter saw that his opponent had spotted him, and he waved before dropping back into a standard fighting stance, his body turned sideways to his opponent with his right arm held in front, bent at the elbow and fist clenched, while his left was at his side. His legs were spread out wide, giving him a strong base, and his eyes were trained directly on his opponent. He knew in an instant that close range combat was definitely not the best asset of a Whipmaster, for the long, coiling weapon could not gain enough momentum to strike him at close proximities. Yet the question was, could he get in that close? Warily, he glanced at the Rose Whip held lightly in her hand, and he immediately gave it a great amount of respect.

He gave all his opponents respect. It was time to begin.

Tempest simply looked on at the gesture given to her by her opponent, normally she would have waved back but this was no time for that. This was a battle, this was a fight she planned on winning. The stance Silk so proudly stood in, she had seen it so many times before. Her best friend was a big fan of old kung-fu movies and when ever there was a festival in town the would see it together. Yes she had seen this stance many a time.

It was the one where the old master was about to teach the arrogant pupil a lesson in the true meaning of a warrior. Well she wasn’t going to let herself be that foolish pupil, not at all. She had a plan and would wait to spring it upon her unsuspecting victim when the time was right. With her hand tightly gripped around the handle of the whip, she flicked it off the hook that it hung on uncoiled the snake like weapon. And with a smile smirk, she looked from her whip which was laced with thorns up and down and then back over toward the Fist Fighter. “Well I guess it’s about time we get started”


While applying pressure to the ground, she could her the faint sound of crunching below, the sound echoed throughout her mind triggering yet another idea. She gave one last smirk and pushed off the ground, white powder flew up and dispersed out in all directions. With her large raven wings spread out she caught a smile breeze through the dark rainbow feathers. While hovering several feet in the air she swiftly raised her arm bringing with it the whip, and with one abrupt motion sent the whip soaring through the air. Its sharp point piercing through the air itself, and with a few manipulations of her hand and wrist she generating a wave that run along the thong. As the whip moved faster and faster through the air, the popper was now moving faster than the speed of sound itself. It created a vacuum in space, with the air surrounding rushing back into the vacuum a cracking sound was forced out. Several times this happen as the whip continue toward its destination toward Silk.

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She has wings?!

That was the first thought that entered his mind when Tempest exploded upward, her magnificent sable-colored wings spread out in all of their glory. A mental image of his own Chibi Angel Wings formed inside his mind, and he was quite sad to discover that his were more than a little lacking. In fact, they were dwarfed (they were Chibi, after all) by the enormous feathered blackness that sprouted from his opponent's back, and he could only gaze in awe as she achieved speeds that he could never hope to accomplish with his own paltry tools.

She may have on her back, but I have wings in my head.

The whip came cracking down, snapping with the speed of a striking cobra. His fighting stance allowed for minimal exposure of his body, and he used this to its full advantage. Raising his arm to block the attack, he angled his arm just so, making it where the whip coiled around wrist like a Boa Constrictor. Luckily, the metal of his Fist Guards protected him from the biting thorns, although the sheer impact did well in jarring his arm.

Grinning, he had a sudden mental picture of a man flying a pretty lass like a kite, and this was almost the same. Indeed, if anyone had been watching, they would have seen a most bizarre sight, involving a Fist Fighter with a Whipmaster's weapon coiled around his wrist, while the Whipmaster soared through the sky on sable wings. Pure poetry.

Here, the Fist Fighter jerked his arm back with all his strength, using his other hand to grasp the whip and at its own power, and since he was a Medium against a Light, he felt that he would be equal to the task of forcing the Whipmaster to the ground. If not... well, there was always the second part of the attack that he had in store for her.

Bending his knees, he coiled like a spring and exploded upward with all his might, his wings pumping furiously to add even more to his velocity. If all went well, the Whipmaster would be plunging downwards, while he was zooming upwards, leaving the two to collide like a meteor and a nuke. With the Whipmaster's weapon still around his wrist, her options for attack would be few, if any.

"Kiwami! (10SP)"

And that was the finishing touch.
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(80/90SP)

The tension upon the fleshy plant like whip was straining from the tug-o-war between Tempest and Silk. The fist fighter had his hand gripped tightly around the tip of the whip and with a foot or so around his wrist gave him an even better handgrip than her, who only had happened to have her right hand tightly gripped around the handle. In doing so she was slowly losing her grip on the thick handle. Warm moisture began to build up in the palm of her hand as the whip slowly slide down, each finger clutching hold, trying to grasp hold of the handle for dear life. But the fact of the matter was Tempest was now a light character and compared to this medium class she was a light weight. It would make it all the tougher to pull him off balance with in this short game of tug-o-war.

She couldn’t believe that he caught a hold of the whip like that. She hadn’t even taken in consideration that he would do such thing and even if he did she figured the thorns would have gotten to him by now. They should have penetrated his flesh and dug into his skin allowing the sticky crimson liquid inside to flow out. But instead he held on, without showing a sign of pain, or that the thorns had plundged in.

Tempest notice a slight shift in the whip’s tension as she watched as Silk pulled back, jerking her about a foot 1/2 downward, and with that he leapt into the air. Soaring high in the atomsphere like a rocket. Somewhat amused the at the tactic that she had used not that long ago. Peering on at the bullet that was Silk, she noticed the slack in the rope begin to build, as he approached her the tension on the whip began to loosen. A small smirk flashed across her normally calm exposer as a nifty little idea crossed her mind. “Well little boy that is what you want to do,” and with that she flicked her wrist once, and with a few swirls she caused a two loops to appear in the length of the whip. Quickly as to not let nooses dissipate, she fashioned her wings into a vertical position so that far tips now pointed upwards.

With this now she dropped like a bullet, just as Silk flew up like one. Now both were approaching each other with great speed, her chances were increased now with two loops but that doesn’t mean she would catch him, she had to make each one count. As to direct herself closer to her target so as that he would flew in between the circle traps that lay above her, with a few movements of her wings she was able to alter the course of her descent slightly to get closer to Silk.

The loop overhead now lay directly above Silk’s head. If all went right, the nooses should come down with her, and with Silk still connected to the other side it would be difficult for him to maneuver away and with him going so fast he wouldn’t be able to alter his ascent in time. He should fly straight into the circles, and with the sharp thorns pointing inward they should at least catch hold of the fabric that is his cloths, if not I will still pull on it so to shrink the circles and tighten my grip on him. The thorns should be close enough to pierce some portion of his body. With him caught in this trap I will continued my descent and he will stop his ascent toward the heavens above. He’ll be forced to fall back down toward earth with me, and I will be ready for my touch down on the snow below while he won’t, giving me the upper hand now in this battle. The game plan was all so clear in Tempest’s head, all she hoped was that it went as according to plan. With her left arm crossed over her chest so as to reduce wind resistence and with her right erected into the air with whip still in hand. Her brown leather boots pointed toward the ground ready to absorb the impact when she “touched home.”

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Silk's eyes widened. It was a noose! Surely he had not expected such grace and skill from the Whipmaster while simultaneously plummeting to the ground due to his pull downwards. Yet there was no denying it, there was a pair of loops waiting to strangle him, and Tempest somehow had managed to avoid his Kiwami unscathed. He made a note to work on his aim, but then he had other problems to deal with, namely, the dual-noose that waited for him.

Undoubtedly, he would be unable to dodge the noose, for not only was it quite large, but he could not possibly maneuver in the air at his current velocity.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he moaned. Death by strangle-hold was not one of the most pleasant ways to go, and such a wondrous day was not suited for such an awful occurrence. A gust of cold wind blew at Silk's hair, knocking the strands untidily into his face, but his time was drawing near, and he could not find the time to brush them aside.

Then it hit him.

"JUK KRUZ! (10SP)"

The gust of leaves erupted from his hands, arcing forward straight to a specific spot on the dual-noose, a spot where, if hit with the said gust of wind, would cause dual-noose to move in such a way that it would avoid Silk entirely. The Fist Fighter rocketed past the whip harmlessly, and while in the air, he unwound the whip from his fist so that it dropped harmlessly to the ground below. Meanwhile, he slowed his descent by using his wings, and slowly but surely, he landed softly to the snowy ground below.

"Phew..." sighed the Fist Fighter, but then he realized that the fight was still on. It was not over yet, not by a long shot. He took on the same previous stance that he had used earlier, then began to work out the kinks of his next plan. If she charged, which she undoubtedly would, then Silk would fire a Vak Kruz into the snow below him, illiciting a great rush of steam. This would cover his next move, which would be to dodge right and circle around, then smack the Whipmaster with a flurry of punches. This would all occur if she attacked.

But Silk had time, and he could wait.
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72SP

Tempest stuck in downward slop could only watch as Silk counteracted her double noose attack. The gust of wind had knocked the attack off course just enough that allowed him to allude her whip unharmed. As the space between Tempest and the ground began to close in, she stretched out her wings so to create drag to slow her body down as it continued to fall. Angered that her attack had missed she was now trying to come up with another plan as she landed softly on the snowfield below. Her feet slowly sinking into the soft powdery substance, the ice giving way and melting under her. With the release of the whip from Silk hands the whip once again became heavy as the burden of holding it was no longer shared between the two. The length of the whip now came tumbling toward the ground, like a snake wiggling in free-fall. It hit the ground with a thud, the inter length curling up as it repeating an S-pattern as it overlapped itself.

From the crouched position she was in she lifted herself up, back facing Silk. Standing once again fully erected, her wings folded back Tempest her eyebrows slanted and eyes narrowed “Darn it!! I had him if it wasn’t for that,” Tempest voice grew silent as the realization of the word she was about to say hit her “spell,” the word rolling off her tongue as she looked over her shoulder at Silk who was once again ready to strike in his trade mark stance. Following her head her whole body turned around. A devilishly wicked smirk appeared across her face as she looked Silk directly in his eyes. Like a bolt out of the sky she thrust her arm in the air with her index finger pointing directly at him she said in a calm manner “ You broke a rule.” She paused for a moment so that he could let it sink it and then continued “The rules were no magic and only one item. Neither of us have used an item yet” adding emphasize to last word “But you used magic to save yourself from my whip,” Tempest thought the idea of herself pointing this out was a cheap shot indeed but it had to come out. "Your kiwami was accept because it was an attack but not juk kruz," she shook her head in amusment. And with the mighty voice of a goddess filled with a since humility she replied to him “But all is forgiven, we’ll let this go this time, but next time. . . . I wouldn’t want to win in such a manner anyway.”


With whip in hand she began to spin. Her hand tightly grasped around the handle, she began to twirler her legs around in circular motion, with toes pointed inward and on the balls of her feet she spun faster and faster around in a circle. The whip began to lift up off top of the snowy plan as it traveled in the circular pattern, staring off as a quarter than a half and finally till she was moving so fast that the whip gave the illusion of a complete circle. Lifting her left leg off the ground and sifting a good portion of her weight toward her right leg that remained on the ground and upper half. She bent over slightly, not to much so that she was completely off balance but enough so that the top of her head was now facing horizontal. But just as quickly as she had gone into this position she came out and made herself vertical once more, and continued to spin. She made her way over to him in this fashion changing from vertical to horizontal over and over again. She was becoming quite dizzy from all the twirler but she maintained her focused and kept on the plotted course. With this attack she was now in good offense and defense. He wouldn’t want to try in come close because the whip would get him before he even got to her and he could only dodge from the twister that was her. This has gotta work she thought to herself. And like a might twister she made her way towards Silk.. Building up more and more momentum as she spun, rapidly made her way toward Silk.

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(OOC: I would like it to be known that on the following Saturday from which this post was made, I will be gone on a family vacation for 10 days. Thank you)
Oops.

Usually he was pretty good about following rules. He didn't step over the line while playing dodgeball, he never called in balls out while playing tennis, and he was known for being a nice guy when playing poker (which is why he always lost). Obviously, on this day, his mind was not up to speed, and he was more than a little embarrassed as Tempest pointed the fact out with a small grin on her angelic face. Was that a hint of malice in those sparkling eyes? He could not say, but the next thing that came was a proclamation that all was forgiven, delivered in mock humility and piety.

Well, at least I was forgiven at all.

And now it was time for the Fist Fighter to face a rather new threat, one which, at the least, confounded him. She was twirling like a tornado, and in fact, that was what she was, a tornado with a whip. Such a combination is not found in the natural world, mainly because of the rather deadly potential it possessed. As he watched with fascinated horror, he could not help but think that she appeared to be drunk.

I'd hate to be her when she gets out of that. It'll be the King of all Hangovers.

His previous plan was now void, seeing as it required the use of a spell, the Vak Kruz. He could not hope to attack head on; the whip would tear him to shreds. The same held true from above and below, that whip was just like a shield of death. His only hope was for a long-ranged offensive, and that would require a spell, something that, by the rules, he was incapable of. However, he could use an item, and now seemed to be as good a time as any to use one.

He mentally filed through his inventory of items: 2 Meteor Swarms, 3 Dark Nights, and a Lightning Bolt. Definitely the Meteor Swarm. As it was, Silk did not know how she managed to keep her balance, but obviously she was more skilled than he could imagine. This would require some quick thinking on his part, but if he could do it just right, he would come out of this little scuffle victorious.

First though, he turned tail and fled. As he ran, he risked a couple of glances backwards, and was unsurprised to see the Whipmaster far behind. She could not hope to keep up at the rate she was spinning. He stood below her, a beautiful titan, her silhouette illuminated by the sun behind. Silk felt himself become distracted by certain things...

Pull yourself together! gritting his teeth, he removed the Meteor Swarm from his inventory, then released its fiery might upon the snowy knoll that she stood upon. Predictably, the knoll was practically vaporized from existence due to the fantastic heat coming from the Meteor Swarm, and the instant that it was gone, the Whipmaster would be left flailing for air. Opening her wings would hopefully be to no avail, after all, she was spinning so fast that she'd likely hover like a helicopter for a few moments, and that was the key to everything.

If indeed she hovered like a helicopter, which physics seemed only ready to agree with, than Silk's plan would work, for as he fired the Meteor Swarm, he was dashing to get beneath his beautiful (and distracting) opponent, the only blind spot of her tornado. Here, he would grab her legs and slam her to the ground.

The fact that they were such shapely legs had nothing to do with it.
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Tempest’s intent focus ironically became her greatest weakness at the moment. She was so hard at working trying keep up the twister that her mind was focused on that and nothing else, she didn’t even realize the volleyball size fireballs forming overhead. Several nicely shaped fire balls laid in wait as Tempest made her way unknowingly directly under them. With a charred center engulfed in an array of orange, yellow, and red flames like that of a blooming rose began its descent. They scattered about, howling faintly as they scorched the evening sky with their inferno.

Never really hitting Tempest, they simply hit the ground with loud thuds, but the warmth of the fire caused the snowy mound that she was located on to melt. The snow began to change shape as it went from a solid to a moist liquid and from there into water vapor. The warm moist mist rose up off the dirt ground that was once a snowy summit. The vapors lingered in the area for a bit before spreading out into the field, but in the time that it had lingered Tempest was in the middle of it all.

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down her checks, slowly, collectively building up all around her body. Her body was perspiring as her internal body heat began to raise a couple of degrees. Along with her continuos movement only added to the heat building up inside of her. Now finally with last trace of water vapor gone, all that remained was Tempest still spinning like a maniac on top of the flat plateau and a dirt hill laced with pebbles and other debris

The whistling of the whip as it sliced through even air, the sound of her body twirling as she was all the remained in the silence of the field. Tempest’s mind broke loose from her mental concentration and her rotations began to slow down. The whip’s crisp fast rotations began to change into a slower more laggy flow. Without the moving at a constant speed the weight could no longer be distributed equally throughout the length of the whip, as the weight of the whip began to return.

Now Tempest stood completely still, the whip lay resting on the ground with her hand still gripping the handle. Her mind a bit jumbled up from the spinning and the strange sensation of motion sickness began to overwhelmed her senses. Slowly her vision began to double, as the images of her surroundings began to blur and merge as one. Things around her began to grow even more confusing than they had to be. The world around her was spinning, she couldn’t seem to stay in one place and the feeling in the bowels of her stomach began to crip up again. The queasy feeling swept over her body so quickly that she couldn’t control it.

She stood there open and unable to gain her composer, but she held on to her whip for all its worth. Her mind on the other hand was in complete control she cursed herself for being so weak. She knew she was wide open for an attack but was less than capable of stopping it. But laying in wait, in the recesses of her mind lay a plan. At the moment her body was out but she wouldn’t be out of commission for to long so Silk could come at her if he desired, which she figured he would, but she would be ready hopefully. . . .

Oh man... she's too strong... or something.

Despite his best efforts, the Whipmistress managed to avoid his offensive. The plan had been simple enough: destroy the mound of snow beneath her with a well-aimed Meteor Swarm, then rush to the spot where the snow had once been, and finish her off with an attack from below. In theory, the Whipmistress would be suspended in the air for a few heartbeats, due to the fact that she was spinning at incredible speeds, and, like a helicopter, she would hover. During these precious few instants, Silk planned on leaping into the space underneath and grab his opponent's legs, thus allowing him the leverage to slam her into the snow to either side.

Yet now Silk stood, bewildered, having not laid a hand on his slick adversary. How this had come about, he could not know, but undoubtedly she was using skills attained over long hours of training, traning that he had not had the chance to undergo. In short, he was in over his head.

A cold sweat began to form on his brow as he realized that not only was he in over his head, but he was in over his head against a woman, no, a girl. She was stronger than he could ever be at this time, no matter how much he used his brains, and despite many vows to fight to the bitter end, being humiliated by this warrioress was not something that he looked forward to. An escape was in order, and especially since his heart was being cowardly, he would have to make it quick, before terror seized his heart and froze him in his tracks. Later, he would have to scold his weak heart for being so cowardly, but that would be later.

Now was the time for action, and as such, he sprinted away from his indomitable opponent with a speed gained only from terror. His legs pumped up and down as he desperately attempted to get to an escape point. Hopefully the Whipmistress was still incredibly dizzy from her tornado attack, but he could not count on this, seeing how she managed to dodge his assault-from-below. Yet he sprinted with all his might, and he was pretty damn fast, especially while being drugged up on adrenaline.

The portal was mere yards away, and with a last sprint, long Lance Armstrong winning the Tour de France, Silk pushed himself through the portal and to safety. He would think twice before accepting a duel from a stronger female in the future.
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(76/90)SP

Tempest

Tactics- 7

Fairness- 10

SP Regulation- 8

Quality- 8

Technicality- 10

Total: 8.6


Silk

Tactics- 8

Fairness- 10

SP Regulation- 7

Quality- 9

Technicality- 10

Total: 8.8

Silk wins by a hair…