(YB) Samidare challenges Ash'lon! (Rathan judging)

[Ciaran]

As the fiendish, dragon-souled Ash'lon travels in disguise through the city, he is confronted by Samidare, a young, tough-looking martial artist. "Halt, monster!" cries Samidare. "I can smell the stench of your evil from here. I will not let you pass. Let us do battle here and now!"

 

[Ciaran]

Name: Kirin Samidare
Rank: Green Belt 4
Record: 4 wins, 2 losses
Powers: Signature Styles (Scorpion, Fist, Ki-Rin), Dojo Style (Thunder), Fist of Fury, Chi Strike, Master of Emotions.
Items: none
Yen: 4

 

[Knight Otu]

So much for my own plans of revelation..., the cloaked figure thinks to itself.

"Who are you to confront me?", a horrible voice asks out of the cloak. "I am Ash'lon, and I bear the soul of a great dragon. Now I seek to awaken to my full power, and you won't stop ME!"

With that, Ash'lon drops his cloak, revealing his monstrous body and spreading his wings. The cavity where his heart should be pulses wildly as he raises his arms, presenting his clawed hands.

"I have studied the petty laws of this land, and they amuse me, so I will play by them. Your customs demand an insult. So be it -

I find your niece to be spoiled, your keep to be squandered, and your concentration to be useless.


I see that you are powerful. That is good. And a warrior of honor - That is even better."

With a wicked laugh, Ash'lon awaits the response of the person that confronted him.

Ash'lon
White Belt
Record: 0/0
Powers: -
Item: -
Yen: 0

 

[Ciaran]

Samidare looks disgusted as Ash’lon displays his foul anatomy. “I have fought many monsters in my day, creature, but you are without doubt the most monstrous of them all. You are a decrepit and execrable thing, spawned of murder and decay, and I look forward to giving you the thrashing you deserve. I find your sensei to be murderous, your presence to be worn out, and your katana to be terrible.”

 

[Knight Otu]

OOC: I think we might benefit from a judge...

 

[Knight Otu]

Judge for a bump - err, you know what I mean...

 

[Rathan]

*a judge clad in pure red phases in and begins to speak.....*


"Samidare... I must say... very nice insult.. you may set type and lenth of match... and also..."


"I decree that this match to take place at the tower south-east of the Eyrie of the Phoenix on the day of the weasel."

"Let This Match Begin!!"

 

[Ciaran]

“I want to pummel this fiend properly,” replies Samidare. “I call for a ten-flag strategy speed match!”

Samidare steps into the tower to begin the match.

 

[Rathan]

"Would you like to create those hands yourselves or would you like me to create those hands for you both???"


OOC: Fighter gen'd hand or judge gen'd hands???

 

[Ciaran]

"I request judge generated hands, honorable elder."