The Poet vs. Jester6 - Creamsteak Judging - *STYLE*

[MerakSpielman]

Merak Spielman, the Shadowed Poet

Member of the honorable Dojo Under the Stars record 9-5
Yellow Belt 1
Personal Record: 2-1
1 yen
Dojo Style: Southern Cross
Styles: Phoenix
Powers: Fists of Fury

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The Shadowed Poet, having recently been admitted to the Dojo Under the Stars, wanders idlely through the trees, musing over his new knowledge and wondering how best to bring honor to his new fighting family.

Suddenly, a figure steps out in front of him from behind a large oak. The Poet has trouble making out the face in the poor lighting, but the figure's fighting stance speaks quite plainly.

"You will not find me easily taken." The Poet grates irritably, but the figure does not move, "Very well then, if you insist,


Your dog is notibly nonexistant, I find,
Or have you left the mutt behind?
Your armor is too rusty for noble use
It seems to have suffered some abuse.
Your horizens are sketchy at best,
(I know not what to say of the rest).


(real insult: I find your dog to be notably nonexistant, your sky to be sketchy, and your armor to be ignorable.)

After delivering his scathing insult, the Poet peers more closely at his opponents face, "Who are you, anyway?"

 

[jezter6]

"While we are of the same dojo, I am always looking to prove my fighting skills. Master Kerall has taught us both well, so I am sure it will be a fair and honorable match if you will have it."

Jezter6
Yellow Belt 1
1-2
Sig Style (Lightning),Dojo Style (Thunder), Fist of Fury


INSULT: I find your daimyo to be like unto a tart, your field to be boorish, and your judo to be like a nightmare from which you cannot wake.

<Generated via MechaMeowth 10/27/02 21:17>

 

[Creamsteak]

(I will judge this match, and it will be my first.)

A small white doll with black hare and red glowing eyes descends onto the battle field. She looks around, and cackels a bit.

"The lovely poet, and the creepy alien... a shame shame shame on both of you for fighting. Shame will be the name..."

The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the hells west of the Spring of Life on the dusk of the turtle.

The aliens insults I deem to be more fear instilling. Jezter6 may decide match type and length.

 

[jezter6]

"I honor my dojo, and my opponent. And I honor my judge with many thanks for agreeing to this match. I will fight for 5 flags, with speed and style."

OOC: 5 flag speed style...duh

 

[MerakSpielman]

OOC: Changed thread title.


The Poet sees that, despite the odd appearance of the now-revealed figure, that this alien was, indeed, a member of the very same Dojo. He nods and smiles acceptance.

"Then let us begin, shall we? I know we have both studied hard. Master Kerall will be proud of both our efforts, no matter the victor.

The Shadowed Poet bows formally to his opponent, straightens, and recites:

Slightly reptilian do you appear,
So against you I send the same.
Moving aside islands it feels no fear:
This lizard feels not the chi you tame!

(The lizard moves through the island; waves away the chi of the reptile!)

A tremendous lizard forms out of thin air. Writhing in battle fury, its jaws gape revealing teeth capable of tearing apart small land masses. With only the slightest pause of orientation, it leaps at the Jester.

 

[jezter6]

The panther vanquishes the canyon; dodges the descent of the isle!

The small jester crouches into panther style and leaps towards the gaping holes in the Poet's defense while trying to avert the lizard who is descending upon him.

 

[Creamsteak]

I must say that despite my preference for the poet's interpretation and styling, he did leave a horrible opening to the jezter's attack, and the lizard really didn't do anything but show off (though this is the lizard's special day, and he was moving onto his opponent )... I award this flag to the Jezter.

1 Flags Jezter6
0 Flags MerakSpielman

 

[jezter6]

Confident after dodging the first attack, the alien moves in to take a lead in this match.

The manticore punches in the midst of the orchard; shreds the rising of the sickle and flips by the rising of the sands!

Jezter6 balls his little fist and sneak towards the Poet. Guarding himself agains attacks he twists and rolls, dodging any potential offensive the Poet can muster. As soon as he finds himself close, he jumps up with his fist attempting a 4' 3" uppercut.

 

[MerakSpielman]

(The ki-rin painfully brutalizes the clouds; blocks the energy of the reptile!)
OOC: What's with me and reptiles? Can't I at least get a turtle? Oh well.


With a series of short couplets and bad haikus, the Poet attempts to ward off the Jester's attacks long enough to compose a truly devistating attack. At last, when a pause in the action allows, he stands firm and chants:

In legands lost the Ki-Rin flies
Amidst the clouds of a broken dream
Now called to battle the critter cries
For brutal blood to spill 'pon those I deem.
But to futher mold the forces I've unlocked,
Reptilian energy shall again be blocked.


Formed out of the swirling mist of the surroundings, a strange creature comes into being. While Jester is looking the other way, it leaps towards his back, claws outstreached. It seems to be constructed of solid light, almost a phantom, but the hunger in its eyes speaks of knowledge that it can rend flesh to sate its hunger.

 

[Creamsteak]

The doll's head twists around in circle after circle, trying to determine who put up the better fight this round. The doll spins, and spits like a lawn sprinkler, all over the battlefield.

Monsieur Poet, you sir have bloodied your enemy much more creatively. Your attack is fittingly drawn from a Kirin, which would not cause such brutality without good purpose, and I detect that you follow purpose, and that your defenses were valiant.

Le Jezter, I believe your moves have a great defensive power, but you lack motivation or raw strength... and I'm not sure which you lack...

This round goes to Merak Spielman.

1 Flag All