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Yang Xiao Long     Yang's pretty damned excited all told. This right here is basically what she wanted when she put out the general challenge months back. And now she's here in the preliminaries. The blonde brawler comes out of the contestant area, lifting both hands up and bellowing at the crowd, turning and goading them into an uproar. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! C'MON WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANT!?" and the like.

    She gets to the 'starting spot' and grins as she sees who her opponent is. "Yo dude, nice t'see ya again. Don't think I'll go easy on ya just cuz we're buddies though." she says to Arthur, deploying her gauntlets and getting into stance.

    Once the official gives the go, she kicks off forwards, firing her gauntlets behind her and effectively launching herself like a buxom blonde missile at the Space and Time God Person.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur's entrance and approach are much like entrances of old. Thickly stacked rows of tiny fission magic constructs suddenly activate, carving a brilliant path of upward-facing lights. Like a vast, tall screen, the motes of light display Arthur's symbols, his green ampersat, his face, his spacey spirographic whorl, in their black-and-white patterns. Vivid green lines carve a half-circle pattern like a rising sun from the ground, and more fireworks gush from within as the GATE opens to reveal Arthur Lowell. With massive, swaggering strides, he approaches slowly, his hood trails dramatically, and he trails stars through the air behind him. He leaps into the arena with a stylish twisting flip, prompting tiny magic rockets to go off in spiraling patterns behind him nd explode near him the moment he lands.

    There's plenty of CARAPACIANS and IGUANAS from Afterus in the crowd today, and they're easily whipped into a screaming cheer as he makes a wide, arms-out gesture, raising his palms to encourage more and more screaming. And once the cheering reaches its peak, he points dramatically to Yang. "HELL YEAH, homie." He declares. "If you're any kinda BUDDY that I want, you won't keep a GODDAMN THING back! Come at me FULL FORCE BRUTAL, motherfucker, don't you HOLD OUT!!"

    As the fireworks begin to fizzle out, Arthur's videogame logic begins to get into things. "THE BURNING SUN AGAINST THE BRILLIANT STARS!" Declares a dramatic, bitcrushed voice. "GET READY!" Arthur takes a dramatic pose with his metal battle-broom at the ready in both hands. "STRIFE!!"

    And he's off the moment Yang is. He takes a rocket-blasting approach to match her speed, screaming, "YEEEEEAAAAAAH!" His fireworks go to one big extra burst to emphasize the attack. And he moves to take it head-on! He takes the first strikes head-on, but in doing so, he refuses to lose his momentum, stopping at most. The impacts make a surprisingly wide shockwave of force, but one that doesn't deter Arthur from pulling back only enough for a big, sweeping strike for the offending arms, twisting around to fo after her elbows with wide swipes and an attempt to break her momentum by forcing her back with a longer series of the same sorts of blows until his own assault gets interrupted!
Sarracenia      Something else that is unexpected...Sarracenia is actually in the crowd, here to cheer for Yang! And because she never does anything half-way, she is in what she has dubbed a 'cheerleader dress'. Naturally it is red, styled to look like a cheerleading outfit including over-exhubrant use of glitter on the top and ruffles on the skirt.

     ...really it just looks like a typical outfit for most people, but for Sarracenia...it is borderline scandelous! Since the dress-length skirt and top leave her belly and back exposed, revealing that despite being both a brat and a princess that Sarracenia is actually in quite decent shape judging by the lack of chub and the lithe definition to be seen in her musculature.

     She also has a big sparkly golden Y on the front of her top, and even pompoms of yellow and gold. "Go Yang go! Go Yang go!"

     The clash makes even Sarracenia wince from the stands, but she is soon cheering again. "Hey there Yang! It's okay! You just have to make him pay! Woooo!" This cheer is complete with unnecessary jumping and some kicks.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang connects, coming to a stop at the same time as the SPACE WIZARD. The shift catches her off guard, and her Aura flares brilliantly with each blow, until she manages to turn around and start guarding properly. She digs in her heels and tanks the swings, arms crossed to absorb the blows.

    She tanks until she sees an opening, and with a fluid shift from defense to offence, ducks under a wide sweeping swing from Arthur's weapon, and attemps to bring an uppercut up under his guard, firing her gauntlet just before impact to increase the damage potential!
Arthur Lowell     Arthur twists hard, yanking his head out of the way by interposing the broomhandle between him and the impact. "FUCK!" He grunts hard, as the impact rings through his body, knocking him up into the air. Chunks of his HEALTH VIAL, displayed just as game-like as one would expect, are torn away. "That one was a CLOSE ONE, god damn!" He shouts as he rolls back and works the strain out of one of his right arm. "Not 'boutta get ANOTHER CHANCE for a SWING LIKE THAT, yo!"

    Both arms flare out, and green lines trace a spirographic spellcircle in the air above the combatants. The green snaps to black with a bitcrushed energetic woosh as suddenly harsh gravity slams from above and tries to rob Yang of her strength. "Gonna get YOU and the GROUND a real QUALITY FRIENDSHIP, BLONDIE!" He shouts, moving in for fresh attacks. The swipes return, but now, interspersed among them come these big, heavy leaps with swinging overhead strikes, meant to impact from from above and use the gravity to make it harder to block!
Yang Xiao Long     Yang is strong. Immensely so, but even she can't contend with the sudden increase in gravity. She sinks to a knee, and tries to block those overhead strikes with her arms, but doing so is putting a lot of strain on her. Each strike makes her Aura flare brightly, until with a crackling like electricity, it shatters.

    But that's when Yang suddenly surges back to her feet, seemingly given to a new burst of strength. She grabs at the broom's handle as it comes down, mindless of the way her hand gives off a cracking sound and latches on tight. Should Arthur not let go, he'd find himself getting tossed around by his own weapon, or if he does let go, smacked by his weapon like one might flail with a club.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur's broom is grabbed! Shit! He's tempted to hold on. "Oh no you fuckin' DON'T!" He calls out. Temptation doesn't last. He lets go, then suddenly throws off Yang's swing by punching the rocket function on it! Thank goodness, it was about to bonk his skull pretty hard. He tumbles back, flipping off of the palms of his hands, into a dramatic pose -- and then he raises both arms to whip the crowd into another cheering roar. Fireworks go off again. "See THAT!" He calls out. "Another, what, another THREE MILLION VIEWS! Another FOUR MILLION! FUCK YES!" He shouts, laughing at the top of his lungs.

    And then-- where'd he get a /second broom/?! Indeed, another battle-broom, a lighter battle-hardened wooden one, flicks out of his Strife Deck. He goes to strike Yang's arm and regain his proper battle-broom! "Fuck no, you best get those DUSTFINGERS off my BROOM! That shit's MIIIINE!" Pulling his weapon in close, he's going for a lashing, striking approach, thrusting the club-like broom with both hands on it, choking the grip for hard control, and trying to batter Yang worse and worse. During it, he raises his hands and screams a battlecry, summoning even more gravity, for even worse impact. "HOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
Yang Xiao Long     Yang is getting battered, she's getting forced back and overwhelmed, and a good strike knocks her clean off of her feet and into the security barriers, falling to a heap at the base. She might be down for the count... could she be down for the count?

    No, she's not.

    Yang pushes herself back up, fighting that gravity as her hair begins to billow as if caught in a breeze, burning like a fire. She lifts her chin to reveal her eyes, which shift from lilac to red between blinks. Her Aura reasserts itself, flickering back to life with a shimmer of gold over her body. She then slams her fists together sending a pulse of energy out from her body. "Now I'm startin' to get REALLY FUCKING PISSED!" she bellows, kicking forwards like before... however her foot craters the ground as she launches, and instead of hitting Arthur directly, she goes to leap into the air, and bring her fist down into the ground beneath him, attempting to make spikes of rock lance up into him from the ground literally shaking as if wracked with an earthquake.
Sarracenia      Sarracenia looks worried as well when Yang get thrown into the barrier. "Yang!" she exclaims, looks down as best she can to see if Yang is okay. That's answered a moment later when Yang rockets out and causes a minor earthquake! Sarracenia wobbles even in the stands, then bounces in place. "That's it Yang! You can do it! Take that loudmouth out! Just imagine he's Archer!"
Arthur Lowell     Arthur has recovered his broom. Now he's got two of the damn things out! When Yang goes crashing into that security barrier, he suddenly starts waiting for her to recover, even letting his guard down for a moment. The reason why becomes apparent when she gets on her feet, as the bitcrushed voice speaks up again. "ROUND TWO!" It declares! He takes his ready stance again. "GET READY! STRIFE!!" Right as Yang gets back on her feet and reasserts her aura. Fucking /of course/. Goddamn Arthur Lowell and his Player 1 bullshit.

    "HELL YEAH!" He shouts. "Gimmie some'a that FAMOUS RAGE! I wanna BLEED FROM THAT MAD!" She somehow leaps against his gravity, and by striking like that, /uses/ it against him! "FUCK!" He shouts, urgently, planting his main-hand broom against the ground to try to steady it. It doesn't. The ground caves and splits and tears up, battering him with fragments, and wounding one of his legs. "DAMN, HOMIE!" He says, blasting up and taking flight to try to evade the damage. "That's some HARDCORE BRUTAL! THAT'S what I'm wantin' to see! TOUGH AS NAILS, MAD AS HELL! That shit, right there, that's what the FANS want!" He gestures to the crowd, to the cameras. "COME OOOOOON! I wanna hear you SCREAM that RAGE back at her!" Even Sarracenia gets a wink of encouragement.

    From his aerial position, he summons... More. More. More and more and more gravity. Now he's dispersing a series of micro-stars around, a galaxy-shaped eight-pronged white whorl of motes, all starting to beam and blast high-intensity starlight directly onto Yang, to drive her into the earth, and accentuating it with a barrage of starlight bolts emitted from both brooms, dual-wielded despite their rifle-like nature.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang is standing up again, seemingly uncowed by the building gravity... but when those stars come out and start unloading beams and blasts and fire, she doesn't... or can't, move. Instead she huddles up, letting her Aura take the brunt of the damage, though that doesn't last long. Beams punch clean through the barrier, searing her flesh, a few cutting clean through, leaving cauterized holes in her legs and arms... but then, just as it seems she's going to be burned away, her Aura flares, as if a nuclea reactor just went critical. The pulse nullifies the last of the fussilade, just long enough for Yang to make an end run. She leaps at him again, aiming this time to just body tackle him out of the air, and use all that extra gravity to slam him into the ground.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur is bodily tackled hard out of the air, his focus broken and the wind knocked out of him. Yang finds his body incredibly dense -- there's a gravity barrier there! Not for long. When she slams him into the ground, she can feel it crack, snap, and then shatter. As the two skid, he's thrown clear of the impact, tumbling through the air and against the broken ground until he regains his composure and skids to a stop. He lands on his feet, plunging his main broom into the ground to halt his momentum, then falls to his knees.

    "ROUND THREE! SUDDEN DEATH!!" Comes the bitcrushed voice again. With the gravity dispersed by his lack of focus, he plants both hands on his broom and roars with the effort of mustering up new Aspect to fill out his Aspect bar. "A fucking PERFECT on ROUND TWO straight through the BARRIER?!" He sounds equal parts frustrated and exhilarated. "Fuckin' hell, YANG! Not in front of my FANS! Makin' me go right to the CLIMAX! You ready for that HEAT, BURNER?!"

                                 "GET READY!"                                
                                  "STRIFE!!"                                  

    He charges. Screaming and hollering, bleeding and pumping with heat in his veins, his rocket-powered rush turns to a rocket-powered barrage of blows. He culminates in a single, tremendous, decisive swing, one with enough force that the shockwave it releases, blocked or not, will ripple through the stands. It's the kind of swing that spills popcorn, out of surprise or out of hands as the air rushes by. Arthur Lowell's final attack, the time to make it or break it!
Yang Xiao Long     Yang sets her stance as she stands up, her Aura attempting to reestablish, but only crackling like a field of static electricity. She grits her teeth and bellows in counter at Arthur, punching back at those broom swings, intercepting them with her fists, each strike causing parts of the blonde's outfit to tear and rip, her weapon to start cracking and denting. She then loses her footing, and that final sweep catches her in the gut, and sends her slamming into the barriers. She hangs there for a moment, before falling out of the crater she made, and hits the arena floor, unmoving.
Sarracenia      Sarracenia visibly deflates as the final blow is struck, then her cheeks puff up like some little kid and she tosses her pompoms down before turning to the side and crossing her arms. "This is unacceptable. My newly commissioned cheerleader dress failed? Dirty tactics. Must have been." she mutters. Seems she is a sore loser even by proxy.
Arthur Lowell     DING DING DING! "KO!!" The bitcrushed announcer shouts!

    Arthur flicks his broom dramatically, panting through the effort it takes to go through a stylish victory animation. The fireworks go fucking wild. The crowd... also goes fucking wild, egged on by his showmanship and constant gratuitous arm motions. He mounts the broom side-straddle, relaxing against it, and sort of uses that to catch his breath. "Fuck," He mutters. "That hurts like hell when you get mad. No fuckin' wonder. GG, Yellow. But no RE, sorry." The fireworks start fading, and he leaves, still doing his crowd-encouraging gestures.