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[YB] Gustaf vs. Slarzog (Wicht Judging)


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Grinning, the orc presses his attack, aiming a powerful circle kick at his opponent's jaw.

The foot swiftly punches the cemetery; grasps the aggression of the elements as it lies higher than the speed of the fires!
 

(Apparently I interpret everything backwords. I'm really beginning to think that. Technically, anything that is interpretted shouldn't have a right and wrong... but it's becoming quite apparant (in my 3 most recent matches) that I do everything backwords. Oh well... I'll continue to do it the way I thought it worked...)

I guess I'll try this...
The manticore rains upon the grotto; fends off the kick of the crevice!
 

"A good defense," says the youngest and roundest judge.

"What kind of attack is a punching kick anyway," wonders the tallest judge

The oldest and thinnest judge motions to the flag girl as he munches on some sushi.

Point To Gustaf, One Flag Slarzog, Three Flags neutral.
 

"Aysht, yousht isht tellingsht me shat I besht puttingsht a goodsht defensht upsht? Well that's all I've got left in me according to my ki!"

Gustaf's speach (isht) garbled by his being forced into a heavily defensive fight. He must prepare himself to create a solid wall in against his opponent. He sees a way, and it is viable, but difficult!

Holy Day: East Wind!

The claw speaks close to the grotto; scatters the descent of the reptile!
 

Slarzog ducks, trying to sweep his opponent's legs out from under him.

The raven bows facing the marsh; defends against the cut of the crevice!
 

Location: Plain Day: East Wind
"That was awful!" says the tallest judge.

"Clearly the orc's attack was worse then the Holy Warrior's," says the youngest and roundest judge.

"Was not," says the oldest and thinnest judge poking the other in the eye. The hurt judge roars and leaps at his older companion, knocking him to the ground.

"Gentleman!" says the tallest of the ancient judges. The others two drag him down into the fight.

As the judges determine who's attack was worse the flag girl winks at Gustaf and tips a flag his way.

Point To Gustaf, Four Flags neutral.
 

The manticore slides by the island; waves away the cut of the canine as it dodges the push of the barrens!

"I sure hope that this gets through this Orc, because I'm going to need to generate some more useful anima if I don't take the advantage now."

Beast Beast Water Water, Summons Water Monster!


A large circular ooze appears and tries to engulf his opponent. It slides up to the orc and attempts to grapple him in it's many psuedo-heads generated by the Manticore's form.
 

Slarzog surveys his new opponent for a moment and then charges it, baring his tusks as he shouts out his warcry.

The east wind overwhelms the brush; scatters the edge of the holy ground!
 


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