The Hylian Warriors Training Temple

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

And to think I was worried you were going to make it too fancy..

Well..let's get some newbs in here.

Or some non newbs who would be willing to have a brief spar with me.

[Sifeus]

*gulps*
*raises hand*
Umm...I need to be trained.

And by trained, I mean schooled. Because I have no Idea how to do this.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Do you know basic rules of RPB?

[Sifeus]

In a word: Not really.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Alright, I will try to make this as simple and painless as possible.

RPB, or role play battling, in GW usually works in a 1-X-1 format.

1-X-1

The first number, 1, represents your one introduction post, where your character is introduced.

The X represents pretty much any number you want to fit in there (that is decided upon between the people involved in the battle before they fight), and represents the number of battle posts, where fighting occurs.

The last number, 1, is your finishing post, where you kill off the other person's character.


Before the battle, the people involved agree to who goes first. The first person has the advantage of being able to choose the setting. They describe their character and the setting, and then the other person posts, introducing their character and how they got to the "battlefield." Then the first person goes again, posting a battle post, showing how the characters fight. Then the other person continues on from the last battle post, and then they keep switching turns until it is the time for the finishing post. The first person to post their finishing post (the person who also was first to post their introduction), writes how they kill off the other character. Since the second person can't continue from then on, since their character is dead, they keep going from their last battle post.


Hopefully, to make this less confusing, here is a very, very simplified version of an RP battle that is 1-2-1 (1 introduction post, 2 battle posts, 1 finishing post).

Person A (1-2-1):
"It is a dark night, and warrior A steps onto the huge battlefield."

Person B (1-2-1):
"On a dark night, warrior B becomes lost, and finds himself facing warrior A on a huge battlefield."

Person A (1-1-1):
"Warrior A charges towards warrior b, and punches him hard in the stomach, making him spit blood."

Person B (1-1-1):
"Warrior B wipes the blood from his face and grabs warrior A, throwing him into a tree."

Person A (1-2-1):
"Warrior A pushes himself up, and charges toward Warrior B, stabbing him with his sword."

Person B (1-2-1):
"Warrior B fights against the pain of his fresh stab wound and kicks warrior A to the ground."

Person A (1-2-1):
"Warrior A pushes warrior B's foot off of his chest and decapitates him."

Person B (1-2-1):
"While warrior A is still laying on the ground, warrior B draws his sword and splits his skull in half."


If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

[Sifeus]

Umm...yes I do have a question.

That ended with both people dead. Who wins exactly?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

****. I should have explained that...

Every fight has a referee. At the end of the battle, the referee decides who fought better (who wrote better and more interesting posts) and declares the winner.

That make sense?

[Sifeus]

OH. I understand now.
I think I rather like the way that works. Being judged on writing style and such; It's sounds like a battle between two good RPers would be very interesting to read.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Trust me, it's amazing. It's like reading a wonderful short story.

And the thing is, it doesn't matter how long you've RPed or how well known you are- as long as you are able to be creative, the newest fighter could beat the most experienced one.

[Sifeus]

That's makes me smile.
Not a :) smile, not a :D smile, a :devil: smile.

So basically I should use lots of metaphors and lots of unexpected stuff right?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Metaphors and imagery are very good. Just don't OVERDO it, because remember that refs and your opponent do want to read a well thought out post, but not a novel since they still have to have time to write their response as well.

And yes, unexpected stuff/surprises are great too. Just make sure that that the surprises and everything don't make your character don't look too "god like." That's a mistake some people make, making their character too powerful.

Hopefully you can have your first fight soon

[Sifeus]

I was planning on avoiding Godly-ness at all costs. I hated playing "war" as a child because of the "I shot you!" "nuh-uh! I dodged it" conversations.

Thanks for showin' me the ropes.

[Cupid.]

We're we supposed to be fightning and rping in this thread?.. If we are then i join. Also um.. Am i supposed to do something else before i come here? I have no idea how this Club&Clan Wars work. i went to ladder first and didn't know if i was supposed to get a rank and then some other stuff. So please direct.. ( As you can tell this is my very first day in here)

[Meathos]

Yeah, you have to join in the main thread.

Are you actually in the clan? I don't even know.

Go to the C&C main page and find the clan, and join there.

Oh, and CJS, I'm looking forward to an intro from you.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

..does this mean we are fighting Mr. Meathos?

[Meathos]

lol, train the new guy. Get some rust off your ass.

Then, we'll see. :P

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Fair enough wench.

Sifeus, you up for your first battle?

[Sifeus]

Alright.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Here's the thing though: I'm not sure whether I should go first or you.

Yes, if I went first then maybe I could kind of show you how it's done.

But, I'd prefer if you went first so I could kind of see how good you are. Then I can see whether I should tone it down or a bit, or maybe you're much better than you realize and I need to give it my all.

But it's up to you...

[Sifeus]

(where's the ref?)

I'd go first if I could find an example.
*scurries off to search forum*

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Meathos is the ref. So he can feel useful for a change.

And if you can't find an example, post again here and I'll find one.

[Meathos]

Yeah, reffing. Whoo.

Look at the Jedi-Sith War, or any regular-ass fight for examples.

[Sifeus]

Roffle my waffles.
It appears that every post in the war area is one of these:
"I can't post now, too busy"
"I r wantu b in jedi clan!!!oneoneshift"
or "who's fighting who? are you fighting him? who am I fighting?"

The few RP examples I found were multiple paragraphs long. I read all of it but I wonder If It has to be that long or if it only happens that way in short 1-2-1 battles.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

They usually are multiple paragraphs. It doesn't matter how long the fight is.

You can have a post only like a paragraph long, but at least make it a decent sized paragraph with some good detail.

[Sifeus]

What about a BIO. Won't I need one of those?
And what do I put in it?

[Meathos]

No bios, that ruins the fun.

Basically, an RPB is the story of a fight. You'd introduce your character, describe them, give a brief background if you want, describe the environment, etc. And, you'd give an opening to the opponent, so they have something to work with.


Check the split of the Jedi-Sith war if you really wanna see some good sh!t. My intro against Snoogadie's there.

[Sifeus]

It appears that the split has been purged.

You go first Captain, I'm really too much of a rookie...
(that and I wanna see what I'm up against)

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As It turns out I have to take a ten day LOA starting really early (11 am) tomorrow morning.
Should be back Wednesday afternoon...:-\

[Yayap]

HyruleanHero, I calleth thee out for a skirmish!

I'm super creative like that.

Why is the abbreviation for how many posts an RPB is always 1-X-1? If the first and last numbers are always one, can't it be shortened to a single number? Example: HH and I are doing a one / going one.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Nyeh? I have no idea about the abbreviation deal. The 1-X-1 thing is how I've learned to understand it....Whatever though. On to business. Yayap, you now face.....The Mafia Ninja. Let us begin our training. Who goes first?

[Yayap]

You go first, chap. Let's see if you can properly set-up the fight.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Alright then.
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A break in the winds allow the dust to finally settle on the roads. Through the slowly descending clouds of dust, a shadow emerges from within. He walks a few paces, before stopping in the center of the country road. Rolling hills surround the area, dotting with pines and various underbrush. The sun remains hidden behind the clouds that evelope the skies. The man scuffs his shoe in the dirt, kicking up a small bit of dirt, and the wind picks up once more.

As the dust lifts from the road once more, creating a thin curtain around him, he stares down the road. A mask conceals most of his face, allowing only his eyes to be seen, emerald colored iris'. He pats the dust off of the sleeves of the jacket and adjusts the tie looped around his collar. Finally, his hand rests on the hilt of his katana, awaiting the enemy.
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Does the character have to be related to the hylian warriors? Because, I figured I could use a mafia ninja if I go into the war . Sorry, but that was something I'm still a bit unclear on.

[Yayap]

The dust had settled from the violent winds. Walking through this dust storm was a man, averagely tall. He was in a large tattered cloak made of cloth, which was coated in the dust. Over his eyes was a large bandana, also ripped and tattered and dust blown. He walked with a slight drag in his left foot, but it was his right leg which was limp. As he walked, his arms did not appear to move under his large garment, which had been covering the whole of his body, protecting it from the dust, which had just been picked up by the wind. Even after the dust settled before, the cloak remained tightly fastened.

Further down along the road was a fellow, just standing in the road, perched upon a long stick of some kind. As the cloaked fellow approached, the standing fellow clutched his weapon, which appeared to be a katana of some kind, and looked up at the cloaked figure before him. The cloaked man continued walking towards the swordsman, looking to walk right past him. As he began to pass, the swordsman drew his blade and blocked the cloaked man's path. He looked at the cloaked man's face, who continued to face forwards, and said to him, "You haven't paid your dues, Aluno. This is where you'll end."

The swordsman drew his blade across to where Aluno's neck was, but Aluno had rolled to the side in front of his assailant. As he tumbled to his feet, he leapt into the air away from the swordsman. Upon landing a few feet away, Aluno took up his right arm to his left shoulder and removed his cloak in one fell movement. Underneath was a small, slightly muscular frame, now exposed to the dusty winds which blew. His legs were covered in a tan cloth, getting progressively dirtier as it got lower, eventually leading to tatters, and his feet were only covered by dark bands of cloth around the arch of his foot. His hands were covered in a similar manner, covering only his palms. The bandana remained over his eyes.

Aluno took up a stance with his right foot in front, his right arm swept across his front to the side, and his left hand open in front of his body, palms facing his foe. There was something about his silent pose that said, "Bring it on," but only as a last resort...

[Craze-0-Matic]

The masked man lowered the katana to his side as Aluno went through his movements of putting distance between the two. Once Aluno had finally taken his fighting stance, the mafia ninja patted the dust of his jacket once more, a futile action as more dust replaced it. The man's head tilted left, then right, small poping noises announcing themselves. "Ahhh... I see you haven't totally forgotten what you owe to me. This is good. I like man who doesn't forget his obligations.", the ninja chuckled slightly after he was done.

He placed his left foot forward, standing sideways in the road, and bending his knees slightly. The katana in his right hand rose up, and settled parallel to the ninja's face, the tip of the blade pointing towards Aluno. Though the winds continued to kick up dust constantly, a sudden gust, stronger the the constant winds, prompted the mafia ninja's strike. Stepping forth, blade still angled directly for Aluno, the ninja charged his target.

Aluno's open palm clenched as the ninja drew closer. As the blade of the katana entered his reach, he swiped it aside with his forearm, stepping forward and bringing his right fist around to plant a blow in the ninja's gut. The other, however, had ducked behind Aluno and pulled a dagger from within his jacket. He now held the tip of the dagger in his left, at the back of Aluno's neck, ready to finish his adversary off. His katana still rested in the grip of his right hand, that hung at his side.
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Hope I'm not powerplaying or anything.

[Meathos]

HH, word of advice- Make things clearer. I had to read that a few times to fully understand what happened in that post.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Wow...I'm going to assume you guys are really, really, really holding back :D

Else we're ****ed in the war :link:

[Yayap]

CJS, do realize that its a single attack RPB. He has to save his load for later.

Aluno sensed the situation. He could feel his opponent breathing on the back of his neck. The breathes were irregular, uncontrolled, and most of all, showed a weakness.

Aluno extended his right foot outwards perpendicularly to the side, bringing his left elbow into his opponents clavicle, causing their left arm to slack. Aluno followed up by smashing the back of his head into his opponents nose while he twisted his left foot to the left, causing his right foot to be swept up into his opponents side. The ninja's grip on the katana failed.

Using his right foot, still connected to his opponent's side, Aluno pulled himself away from the knife still held in the left arm. After a quick turn-around, Aluno changed his footing; his right foot was now on the ground, and his left foot was being firmly planted into the ninja's lower spine. As the ninja fell to the ground in shock, the blind monk took several steps backwards to maintain his distance, slowly circling his foe silently.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Alright, alright. Save the best for the war.

[Yayap]

My best involves some actual battle. All I just did was dance around his weakness.

[heather4eva06]

I could use some training as well. I've never RPB'd before. NT updated me before on how things go. I'd like to give it a shot though. Anyone want to help me out here?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Heather, if you post an intro, I'll have a quick practice 1-1-1 spar with you

[Craze-0-Matic]

Taken by surprise, every blow to Aluno threw connected. The ninja lay in the face down in the road, dust collecting on his still form. Blood flowed from a broken nose, soaking the mask on he wore, and causing the dirt to stick to it, the sweat wasn't helping either. Pain twisted it's way through his body from the blow to his spine. He'd dropped his katana in the sudden barrage of close quarters attacks, left only with the dagger in his left hand. "He's better than I imagined. A pity he couldn't have joined us."

The ninja moved, pushing himself off the ground with his arms. He stood, regaining his balance, fighting back the wave of darkness trying to consume his vision. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled in the same manner.The dust, carried by the winds, made it slightly difficult to see the monk circling him. The ninja found him though. Finally ready, his right foot swept backward as he planted it firmly into the dirt. He brought the dagger up, parallel to his own chest, the tip pointing ahead of him. The ninja darted forward, breaking into radius of the circling monk, he wasn't as fast as earlier, due to the pain still filling every inch of his body.

He came face to face with the monk, circling around behind him once more. The ninja crouched, and swiped the dagger through the flesh at the back of Aluno's knees, severing the muscles and tendons. The monk dropped and the ninja circled to the front once more. The blade of the dagger tasted blood again, as it bit into the jugular the vein of the blind monk. A low gurgle escape the dieing man lips, causing more blood to flow from open wound. The ninja stood in silence, staring at the lifeless form at his feet. He found his dropped katana and kneeled to take it back. The blade returned to its sheath, and the ninja walked away from the battle site in silence.
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I dare say I got pwned in Yayap's last post. I doubt I'll be victorius in this battle. Sorry about the lack of clarity Meathos, hopefully this one is better.

Sorry, but I just realized I messed things up early on in the post. There are words that shouldn't be there, I apologize for the confusion they will most likely cause.

[Yayap]

Aluno continued to circle around the ninja, waiting for the next move. Finally, the ninja got up, picking up his katana, and charged at the monk. He threw his dagger first, and the monk simply swatted it away with his right forearm. The ninja began slashing wildly with his katana when he was within range, but all the monk had to do was keep circling and stepping away, weaving backwards with the occasionaly wide swing.

Finally the ninja took a step backwards, bringing his foot forward again for momentum on his overhead swing. The monk caught the blade's edge with his right hand, feeling no pain as it cut into his cloth and flesh, but not severing the hand. The monk pulled his arm to the side, causing the blade to move, lowering the fearful ninja's guard.

Aluno took his left hand, with only his index and social fingers extended, and pierced them through the clothes and flesh of the ninja, breaking his sternum. With a quick flick of the monk's wrist, the ninja's entire ribcage had been broken. He withdrew his bloodstained fingers and wiped them off on the ninja's clothing. With a brief sigh, Aluno walked off, picked up his cloak, and left the ninja to die there.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Eesh, good job......That's a pretty bad way to die, haveing you rib cage collapse....Man. Good job Yayap. Sorry if my posts sucked, I'm still trying to improve my skills over all. Good fight though. You'll probably win.

[littodude12323]

:link:ok, I just joined and want to train. I know the basics, and would like to go. Do I have to create someone before the battle, or as I go? :triforce: thanks for letting me join! :triforce: you ROCK!:rock:

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Be sure to read my explanation on the first page.

Then, you will have a 1-1-1 fight with heather, since neither of you have ever RPBed before. Who goes first and so on you can settle between you two. Meathos and I will probably ref.

[Craze-0-Matic]

CJS, would mind determining the winner of the skirmish between me and Yayap. I wanna find if I lose or not. I'll pay you in rum and wenches either way.

[littodude12323]

cool. She can go first. I have to plan. Type away, heather! Good luck!:bow:

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

CJS, would mind determining the winner of the skirmish between me and Yayap. I wanna find if I lose or not. I'll pay you in rum and wenches either way.

I don't need wenches. I have my own. Tobacco and rum would be good though. I want to discuss the winner with Meathos first.

As for littodude, if heather is going first you have no planning to do -_-

But, heather, go ahead and make your intro against littodude

[littodude12323]

sweet...I meant plan my character, just for the record.

I hope heather is typing right now...It's been 2 hours. Should I PM her?

[Yayap]

Nah. You need to realize that each of us have a personal schedule. When we have time, we put it into here. When we don't, we do what we have to do. Give her until tomorrow.

[littodude12323]

Yea...I had nothing to do today (school is still out :)) so im lucky.

[Craze-0-Matic]

I've gotta go back to school this friday. Summer's been pretty good this year. I've got orientation tomorrow, so I probably won't be around between 1:30 and 3:00 tomorrow.

[littodude12323]

maybe I should go first...If that's alright with you, Heather. Also, tell me if you want my guy's bio. Thanks! :D

[heather4eva06]

oh wow, I so did not respond to anything. Sorry about that. If you want to intro first, go ahead. I don't need a bio.

[littodude12323]

sweet. Get ready. And it's ok you didnt respond. I AM PUMPED!!! :clap:
here I go...
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Night. Shiro wandered along it's grassy plains, watching the wildlife around him. Dugie, his pet parakeet, squacked on his shoulder. Shiro loked up at the full moon and smiled. "What a night to take a walk," Shiro said through his hood, which was covering his face from the world. "I love nature. Squirrels, deer, owls, I just love it." Shiro twirled his bow in his hands, which, like Dugie, he brung everywhere, just in case. His ears suddenly heard a unfamiliar noise behind him. He whirled around, spooking Dugie. Shiro whispered something in the bird's ear, and it flew off the safety of the trees. Shiro drew a special arrow from his quiver, and rested it in his bow. "Who are you, and what are you doing here? You cost me a peaceful night." He drew his bow, ready to fire.
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How was that? Ok, your turn. good luck!

[heather4eva06]

It was the dead of night and wind blew almost like a whisper over the cool grass. The light scratch of footsteps scratching up dirt and small stones could be faintly heard amongst the distinct sounds of the night.

A dark figure walked alone. The cloak pulled tightly around her, and her hood pulled up over her face, Ayame walked with a steady stride in the darkness. She had walked these fields many times before, and this night was like any other she had experienced.

She needed to keep moving, she had to get farther and farther away from the town. She had just completed another assignment. Although she was sure she wouldn't be caught, for she was quite popular amongst the vengeful and they somewhat feared her, she still had to take precautions.

As all her clients, the paying customer was a rich and married woman, of about middle age. The woman had hired Ayame to carry out a dark deed for her. The woman's husband had been cheating on the old wench, and not just with one woman. Ayame sighed. The man had it coming, and yet the woman was angry and emotionally unstable, obviously, and Ayame didn't understand why having her husband killed was the only answer. But she paid generously, and Ayame was more than happy to take the money.

The mission was an easy one. She stepped onto the window sill and immediantly pressed her body up against the building. She turned and peered through the window. Inside, a man and a woman lay next to eachother in a bed, sound asleep. She sneered, and reached down to push open the window. As she suspected, it was locked. She then reached inside her cloak, into the pouch, and grabbed her glass cutter. She slowly and quietly cut the window glass, just wide enough for her hand and arm. She popped out the glass and set it on the window sill. She then reached in and unlocked the window. She pushed open the window and silently slipped inside. Ayame, staying within the shadows of the room, walked to the man's side of the bed. He looked so peaceful. She quietly placed her hand over his mouth. She then grabbed a knife from her cloak and swiftly ran it through his forehead, instantly killing him. He never even woke up. She pulled her knife back out and wiped it on the blanket that covered him.

Ayame liked taking her victims that way. Leaving them in eternal slumber. She only hoped the man was dreaming of wonderful things. Ayame never worried about her conscience. After all, killing and fighting was the only thing she knew. As much as she felt sorry for the man, he hadn't paid her to protect himself. And yet, for she had gotten so much training from the Gerudos, she felt her talents were being wasted. She shook off the feeling. Until life decides to be kinder to her, this was the only thing she could do.

Ayame walked up over a knoll and spotted another person ahead off her. This didn't surprise her. Many who were on the run, or had a dark secret to hide always traveled at night. Ayame kept walking. She didn't want trouble, thus she decided to mind her own business.

Ayame foot gently hit a rock, but with enough force to send it rolling down the knoll. The person ahead of her turned around. It was a man. He lifted bow and aimed an arrow at her.

"Who are you?, and what are you doing here? You cost me a peaceful night"

"As did you for me." Ayame responded, having no intention to stop walking. Even with the arrow aimed at her, she did not slow nor stop her pace. But she did place her hand on her sword, hidden by her cloak.

"It's public land. I am traveler, as is anyone else who walks here. Now will you excuse me..." Ayame walked passed him. "I must keep going. Good night."

[littodude12323]

:D Good job; but now it's my turn! Here I go!
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[Captain Jack Sparrow]

I think Heather's intro may be the best post in this thread so far. I'll have to reread HyruleanHero's and Yayap's fight first to be sure, but I liked what I read.

littodude, it wasn't bad for a first timer, but there are some things I see where you can improve in. If you'd be willing to listen sometime for suggestions, I'd more than gladly give you my opinion. And uh..please don't post "here I go" without having your attack up.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Yes, very good job heather. I think she's got Yayap and my intros beat.

[littodude12323]

Shiro had the woman stranger in his sights. He kept the arrow locked on her, and trapped her in a dead stare. It was then when he realised the girl was still walking...and walked right past him. While she was walking, she said, "It's public land. I am traveler, as is anyone else who walks here. Now will you excuse me..I must keep going. Good night." Shiro looked at her eyes...he saw something suspicious. She was not an ordinary traveler, He thought. he quickly switched his arrow to a blunt. He shot her in the back of her knee.

She collasped. As she did, her cloak whipped up, revealing a sword in her belt. I knew it! he drew another arrow, a sharp one this time. He did not really draw it though, just placed it on the bow and then set the bow down. "Turn around," he ordered her. she did so. They were trapped in a stare again. He looked carefully, for he knew she could see his eyes in the moonlight. He looked for any trace of fear. There it is! Time to show her what she's dealing with! "You see these eyes? They are what happens to me in the moonlight! My name is Shiro, the expert archer. You want to see me? I will shed my hood, and we will battle!" He took his hood off, showing what was underneath. His face was furry,and shapes like a cat's without whiskers. He had pure-red cat eyes, and cat claws, too. "I turn into a half-cat in a full moon. Like a werewolf, only a cat. My archer skills are even better thanks to cat sences, and I am ready to do battle!"

He rushed at her in an alarming pace, grabbing her in the arm, twisting it hard enough for her to front flip on her back. He punched her in the stomach, winding her for long enough for him to get his bow and shot her in the leg. No getting away now! he thought. Sho got back up. Shiro prepared for battle.
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:D Hope I didn't type too much. :D

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

That was a short post compared to most fighters, but there was some improvement on the first post...I'll tell you end of the fight what you can improve on.

[Yayap]

Also, incase either of you don't understand how RPB's end...

Each of you posts a kill that follows up the last attack. Someone judges the overall fight, taking into consideration the kill, and determines a winner.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Which would be :D

And Mr. Hose if he stops being so lazy.

[littodude12323]

thanks. I thought I didn't type it, but it was just on the next page. That was nerve-racking. Anyhoo, heathers got me beat. I could not even think of beating her. (But I'll try!:D )

Also, incase either of you don't understand how RPB's end...

Each of you posts a kill that follows up the last attack. Someone judges the overall fight, taking into consideration the kill, and determines a winner.

This was the second thing. The kill is next. I know how this works. If I didn't read that right------ ^ I'm sorry.

[Lazy F*ck]

Hey, I could use some RPB training. I've only been in one war in my time here, and didn't make it past the intro... Heh, so whoever, whenever, after litto and heather are done or whatever, however it goes here...

[Craze-0-Matic]

I'm bored and feel like getting womped again. So I'll take ya on F*ck. Sadly, I can't pull anything tonight, I've got to go in about 10 minutes. I'll be back tomorrow to begin the fight, or wait for your beginning, since I can do nothing that consumes so much time until then.

[heather4eva06]

Thanks very much everyone. I try my best :blush:


Ayame calmly got up off the ground. "Was that really necessary?"

She pulled the arrow out of the back of her knee, and pulled the other out of her leg. Shiro was shocked to see her not even flinch, let alone even frown at the pain of pulling an arrow out of one of her limbs. She snapped the arrows in half, but held onto one of the sharp, pointed, metal tips. Blood oozed out her her legs, but she ignored the pain. She twirled the piece between her fingers for a few seconds, as if studying it.

"It's a fight you want?" she asked, not looking up at him. "Very well then. But please, just between us."

With that she threw the the metal tip of the broken arrow towards one of the nearby trees. It whistled through the air. It disappeared amongst the branches. Suddenly, there was a distant screech, and something fell out of the tree. It was small, and fell slowly, as if lighter than air. It was a bird. A parakeet to be exact.

"Dugie!" Shiro gasped. "How did you...?"

Ayame gave a small smile. "A cat with a pet bird...how very unusual".

With that Ayame lowered her own hood, her long brown braid falling down her back, her bangs almost touching her eyebrows. She raised her head, her deep, black eyes glaring at Shiro without fear.

Ayame unsheathed her chisa-katana. Shiro raised another arrow and fired it at her. Ayame broke into a charge, easily cutting the arrow in half as it flew at her. More arrows flew and Ayame danced around them, having Shiro constantly reaiming for her. She reached him, and cut him across the shoulder. He jumped back in pain.

"Oh I'm sorry, that's not really fair is it? An archer doesn't know hand to hand combat." Ayame sheathed her katana, and for a moment Shiro relaxed.

"It's a good thing I can do both..." Shiro's eyes widened in surprise. Both? What did she mean by that?

Ayame reached into her cloak and and pulled out two daggers, one in each hand. One of them, still had a few stains of blood on it. As if it had just been used...

Without even a warning, the daggers flew, both cutting each side of Shiro's face, leaving long bloody marks on each of his cheeks. Shiro lifted up his bow again and fired an arrow. Ayame pulled two more daggers out of her arsenal, jumping to the side to dodge the arrow. One dagger landed straight into the wound she had already given the half-cat archer. The other cut across his left side, creating a deep slash on the side of his chest.

The last jump to the side, made Ayame now fully aware of how serious her wounds were. As Shiro pulled the dagger out of his shoulder, with much agony, she kneeled down and ripped some of her cloak and wrapped it around the back of her knee. Seeing Shiro recover, she pulled two more daggers out. She did a roll to the right, in case he had aimed for her again. He tried, but his arms shook too much, and the arrow landed a few feet away from her. She stood up after she noticed it was becoming harder for him to shoot, for his shoulder was bothering him too much.

"Have you had enough cat man?" The wind blew across the fields, her cape flying up exposing the dagger sheaths she had hidden in her cape.

[littodude12323]

:help: I'm getting owned! Anyway, here's my kill...
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Shiro was amazed. "How did you...I can't..." Then he thought of something. "Your smart, but not smart enough. You might have disabled my bow, but how about my arrows?" He grabbed two arrows in each hand, and charged at her. She rolled to the side, avoiding him easily, and came up behind him. She drew her katana, about to finish Shiro off; Shiro smirked. "Perfect!" He grabbed Ayame-In the hand, stopping her from bringing it down-and he also grabbed her head, pulling her over his shoulder. He squnted from the pain, but he got over it. He stomped on her rib cage, breaking a few. he then stomped on her wound; she let out a shreik of pain. He picked her up, putting her on her feet. She struck blindly, conecting with his face; right on his dagger wound. He fell on the ground. They both were hurt bad. Time to finish this! he thought. he dashed behind her with cat's speed, and stuck his special poison arrow into her spine. "This is for Dugie!" He screamed. He stuck it farther in-Ayame was parylized the whole time; she barely heard his cry. Ayame's breath got shrorter; her heart beated slower; it was a horrible way to die. When she finally did die, Shiro picked up one of her daggers. He threw it in her without thinking. It was over. Shiro retreated to treat his wounds, but not before he picked up Dugie to bury him.
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I know it was mean, but she killed my bird. :D

[heather4eva06]

lol. Poor poor Dugie. Hey, I'm getting ready for my trip so I'll finish this tomorrow.

[Lazy F*ck]

I'm bored and feel like getting womped again. So I'll take ya on F*ck. Sadly, I can't pull anything tonight, I've got to go in about 10 minutes. I'll be back tomorrow to begin the fight, or wait for your beginning, since I can do nothing that consumes so much time until then.
I won't be able to post my intro 'till about 4pm today (EST, dunno what you're at), so if sometime before then you've got a chance and want to, feel free to start.

[littodude12323]

Yo Captain, can you tell me what I can improve on now? I need to know.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Thanks for the info F*ck, but I think I'll pass on starting this time. I'd like to give it a go the other way this time. I'm fine with waiting until you get back and have time, no rush.

[Barack Obama]

I need to be trained. Anyone up for taking me through the process?

[littodude12323]

The first page tells you how to do it.

[Barack Obama]

Yeah, I need someone to train me. I can't just do it by myself...

[Yayap]

Birdman, take into consideration CJS's post (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6701420&postcount=6) about how RPB works. Knowing this, begin to visualize your character in your mind; what do they look like, where do they come from, why are they fighting, what's their motive, and how do they fight? If you go for something generic like (in the respective order): all black ninja, Japan, generic fit of rage, 'i leik 2 kil ppl', and usage of a katana... Then you aren't going to win in terms of creativity.
Good: An old traveler with a walking stick. From his posture, you can tell he is in good shape and probably very agile.
Bad: Anything involving Japan.

Next, visualize the environment as best as you can, even if you didn't get the first intro. Part of the rules of war are to know your surroundings. If someone plainly says its in an abandoned warehouse, that leaves the field open for you to fill it with junk, abandoned cargo, and warehouse equipment. This would allow you to make a daring escape from impending danger or to gain higher ground if your character had a bow.
Good: The warehouse was littered with broken crates and rusted barrels. A crane loomed overhead; it's final act was to hold the decaying roof up. Various pieces of machines were left in loading cranes, the boxes had long since been broken. This warehouse was abandoned in a hurry.
Bad: It was an abandoned warehouse.

As far as dialogue goes, keep it to a minimum. Nobody has ever said "Well how do you like THIS?!" while trying to cut their enemies head off. Why? It's just plain stupid. If you have something to say during a battle, think about why it's being said and what the other persons reaction would be. In short, dialogue is stupid. Unless you have an archer that says "nice bewbs" to a guy who is then confused before putting an arrow in his head.
Good: The swordsman stopped the traveler in her place. He looked at her and said, "This is the end of the line for you."
Bad: As the swordsman got up from the ground, he grasped his dai-katana and charged at the traveler, aiming to cut off her head. "How do you like THIS!?" he roared, drawing his blade across her neck.

Clarity is a key point. Not only will it help your enemy figure out what just happened, but it'll help the judges figure out what just happened. You have to describe everything in detail, but don't include stupid details like "his pants bunched up while landing". Those can be confusing. Next is detail priority. You want to include major details like limb, weapon, other bodily movement, but minor details such as hair fluttering in the wind can be omitted. If its an environmental detail, such as wind picking up dust, thats important because then it means visability will be dampened.
Good: The traveler picked up her stick with her right hand. She hooked her left fist into the swordsman's face, causing him to stumble. With her stick now firmly grasped in her hands, she began buffeting the swordman in each limb several times.
Bad: The swordsman took out a dagger and charged the traveler head-on. He stabbed her in the back.

Next up we have linguistics. Proper grammar and spelling are crucial. They will convey thoughts faster and clearer. Of course, you don't have to be perfect, but a higher percentage of accuracy helps tremendously. Also, don't use fancy language, because the reader (enemy and judge) might not know what you are talking about, which could lead to a defeat. However, don't keep it simple, because then you could end up being defeated as well.
Good: The dust settled in the old road. The two combatants were staring at each other, exhausted by the rugged battle they had been fighting.
Bad: teh dust settled on teh road, the two people were tired from their long & tiring fite

[Lazy F*ck]

I actually got some free time between what I had to do today, so here I go.
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Karijo traipsed the rock-ridden dirt road, panting, wishing he had brought along a supply of water. He wiped his gloved hand across his forehead, and moved his long brown hair out of his face, as to not let anything obstruct the vision of his blue, observant eyes. Panting, and sweating profusely into his brown cloth tunic, he felt as though he’d die from thirst. The forest he was making his way through probably held some form of lake or river he could drink from, be didn’t dare stray off the pathway, fearful of what he may encounter in the darkness of the tall trees. Pleading for his mind to stop worrying about drink, he gazed down road ahead of him and watched the slowly dieing sun sinking down behind the rolling hills covered with pines miles away. The half of the sun still visible provided enough light to guide his way, but soon blackness would seep into the purples and blues extending from the radiant yellow-orange glow of the sun like ink into water, and eventually cover him with the darkness he was trying to escape. If I don’t make it through this forest before nightfall, I won’t make it out at all, he thought, becoming nervous.

He knew of the dangers that lie in the woods through which he was crossing, the dangers that awoke from their dormant state when the sun was hidden, but he had to complete this journey. His travels had a purpose. His father, back in the town in which Karijo grew up, was dieing a slow and painful death, caused by the venom from the bite from a snake in the fields he farmed. Karijo was told of a medicine man in the harbor town of Jimneel who could produce anti-venom for his father; the only man who knew how to make it. The problem was Jimneel was several hundred miles from his town…and he had no other mode of transportation aside from his feet. Karijo was the youngest and most agile in his town, so he elected himself to go. If I don’t make it, father will die, he reminded himself. He quickened his gait.

But as Karijo’s hope was beginning to become stronger, he heard the snap of a branch behind him. He stopped instantly and twisted his head in the direction from which the noise had come. He chanced a glance away from the trees an into the sky in front of him. The sun was still shining; however, it was steadily sinking lower behind the hills. Still, something was near him, just out of his gaze. Turning his head back, Karijo placed his hand on the hilt of the short sword sheathed at his leather belt. He kicked a rock with his boot in an attempt to make the creature show itself, incase it was just a squirrel or chipmunk. But nothing moved. Drawing his sword, he decided to call out to try and draw out whatever it was. “Show yourself, whoever you are!” he shouted. Karijo tensed as he heard a small chuckle, and, despite his quickening heartbeat and shallowing breath, steadied his feet, ready to defend against whatever it may be.

[Barack Obama]

Alright. I'm used to imagining the surroundings when I roleplay in the e-feds. Plus, I used to do some RP's back in here, so I'm pretty good with uh, all that other stuff.

If anyone would like to RPB me, just let me know, and start it off. I need to get back into it.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Littodude, here is my commentary on your posts and what I think you could improve on. Whether to take these tips or not, is still your choice, and whether they're good tips, depends on each person's point of view.



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Night. Shiro wandered along it's grassy plains, watching the wildlife around him. Dugie, his pet parakeet, squacked on his shoulder. Shiro loked up at the full moon and smiled. "What a night to take a walk," Shiro said through his hood, which was covering his face from the world. "I love nature. Squirrels, deer, owls, I just love it." Shiro twirled his bow in his hands, which, like Dugie, he brung everywhere, just in case. His ears suddenly heard a unfamiliar noise behind him. He whirled around, spooking Dugie. Shiro whispered something in the bird's ear, and it flew off the safety of the trees. Shiro drew a special arrow from his quiver, and rested it in his bow. "Who are you, and what are you doing here? You cost me a peaceful night." He drew his bow, ready to fire.

1. First of all, it's rather short. There is always room to elaborate, even in an intro- you want to describe the scene a fair amount, as this helps in style points, and so that your opponent isn't completely confused when it's their turn.

You can also always elaborate on the environment in your later posts, but don't make it anything too big. If it's a plain field, and perhaps later on you crash into a tree, or fall in a hole, okay. But if you're in the depths of a forest, and all of a sudden in your third attack post mention for the first time the forest is sitting right by the edge of a huge volcano...that might be not be the best idea.

2. Second of all, Dugie? A parakeet named Dugie will probably get a smirk out of a few people...and if people are laughing reading your post, it's usually a bad sign.

3. "Shiro twirled his bow in his hands, which, like Dugie, he brung everywhere, just in case." This, isn't bad, but it just could have been worded better. It sounds bit like a 5th grade introduction. How about "Shiro twirled his bow in his hands, which along with Dubie, has been a true companion across all his journeys."

4. "I love nature. Squirrels, deer, owls, I just love it." This isn't very good, or useful, dialogue. In fact, it sounds kind of silly. Would you ever walk through the woods and say "I love squirrles"? Actually, it's probably best not to mention a squirrel of any kind in any of your posts.

5. It's okay if you have a few spelling/grammar errors. But avoid if you can writing things like "it's grassy plains" or "a unfamiliar noise" next time.

6. You didn't describe your character's appearance very much. Though you don't have to go into the color of his shoelaces and the color of the dirt under his fingernails, or how many hairs he has on his knuckles, you'll want a fair amount of detail. It's okay if you want to keep them a bit mysterious, but you didn't really describe anything about your character for an intro. All we know is he has a bow on his back, and a hood is covering his face- and we don't even know the color of the hood.

Shiro had the woman stranger in his sights. He kept the arrow locked on her, and trapped her in a dead stare. It was then when he realised the girl was still walking...and walked right past him. While she was walking, she said, "It's public land. I am traveler, as is anyone else who walks here. Now will you excuse me..I must keep going. Good night." Shiro looked at her eyes...he saw something suspicious. She was not an ordinary traveler, He thought. he quickly switched his arrow to a blunt. He shot her in the back of her knee.

She collasped. As she did, her cloak whipped up, revealing a sword in her belt. I knew it! he drew another arrow, a sharp one this time. He did not really draw it though, just placed it on the bow and then set the bow down. "Turn around," he ordered her. she did so. They were trapped in a stare again. He looked carefully, for he knew she could see his eyes in the moonlight. He looked for any trace of fear. There it is! Time to show her what she's dealing with! "You see these eyes? They are what happens to me in the moonlight! My name is Shiro, the expert archer. You want to see me? I will shed my hood, and we will battle!" He took his hood off, showing what was underneath. His face was furry,and shapes like a cat's without whiskers. He had pure-red cat eyes, and cat claws, too. "I turn into a half-cat in a full moon. Like a werewolf, only a cat. My archer skills are even better thanks to cat sences, and I am ready to do battle!"

He rushed at her in an alarming pace, grabbing her in the arm, twisting it hard enough for her to front flip on her back. He punched her in the stomach, winding her for long enough for him to get his bow and shot her in the leg. No getting away now! he thought. Sho got back up. Shiro prepared for battle.

1. "She collasped. As she did, her cloak whipped up, revealing a sword in her belt. I knew it!" Not a big deal, but all of a sudden you jump into first person after telling a third person story? Add quotation marks or leave it out next time.

2. "You see these eyes? They are what happens to me in the moonlight! My name is Shiro, the expert archer. You want to see me? I will shed my hood, and we will battle!" Sounds a bit cliche...like it could have been on Pokemon. You could have written some really cool, badass line here.

3. "He took his hood off, showing what was underneath. His face was furry,and shapes like a cat's without whiskers. He had pure-red cat eyes, and cat claws, too." Okay, to be honest, I cringed reading this. Firstly, "showing what was underneath" is bad here. Of course there's going to be a head under there. You could have instead said that he lifted the hood as to "reveal his face." And the description afterwards, you really shouldn't have used the word cat three times. We get it, he has the build of a cat. That'll get you points off for repition and poor vocabulary.

4. "I turn into a half-cat in a full moon. Like a werewolf, only a cat. My archer skills are even better thanks to cat sences, and I am ready to do battle!" ...I think that was the hardest out of all to read. "Like a werewolf, only a cat." Ow. You could have either left the dialogue/explanation out altogether, or wrote a pretty badass line here. But "like a werewolf, only a cat" and "my archer skills are even better thanks to [my/the?] cat sences" are not very badass.

5. Grammar/Spelling again. "grabbing her in the arm." What does that even mean? Did his claws sink into her arm, or did he grab her arm? "to get his bow and shot her in the leg" = shoot in the leg. "Sho got back up." I'm assuming you meant she, unless I missed a person named Sho in the battle.

Shiro was amazed. "How did you...I can't..." Then he thought of something. "Your smart, but not smart enough. You might have disabled my bow, but how about my arrows?" He grabbed two arrows in each hand, and charged at her. She rolled to the side, avoiding him easily, and came up behind him. She drew her katana, about to finish Shiro off; Shiro smirked. "Perfect!" He grabbed Ayame-In the hand, stopping her from bringing it down-and he also grabbed her head, pulling her over his shoulder. He squnted from the pain, but he got over it. He stomped on her rib cage, breaking a few. he then stomped on her wound; she let out a shreik of pain. He picked her up, putting her on her feet. She struck blindly, conecting with his face; right on his dagger wound. He fell on the ground. They both were hurt bad. Time to finish this! he thought. he dashed behind her with cat's speed, and stuck his special poison arrow into her spine. "This is for Dugie!" He screamed. He stuck it farther in-Ayame was parylized the whole time; she barely heard his cry. Ayame's breath got shrorter; her heart beated slower; it was a horrible way to die. When she finally did die, Shiro picked up one of her daggers. He threw it in her without thinking. It was over. Shiro retreated to treat his wounds, but not before he picked up Dugie to bury him.

1. This may be the shortest kill I've read. Ever. Don't be afraid of detail. Or at least bull**** me and make it two paragraphs so it looks like more :D

2. The death itself...I haven't seen that very much, so you do have something creative to work with- but you wasted what could have been an awesome kill! All you wrote was she was paralyzed, her breath got shorter, heartbeat slowed, and died. This is what happens to an old person laying in bed that dies of natural causes. You could have written about tears of blood dripping from eyes, she was choking on her own vomit, she shook terribly- you had many options here.

3. "This is for Dugie!" This made me laugh. I shouldn't be laughing.

4. "It was over...Shiro...treat[ed] his wounds...[buried] Dugie." That was everything you wrote after you killed your opponent. Come on, give us some details about the burial of the pet- it seems like it was totally useless in battle. It seems like it was just there for the sake of environment, but I can't believe that, since you didn't describe it at all. You didn't write afterwards how he felt about the battle itself- hell, you never even said why you guys fought. She just crossed your path as a traveller. That's not illegal. Also, maybe some details about how you treated your wound? What happens your character now, after all this occured?


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Yes, heather is more than likely to win this fight. But it's not because you're bad, it's because it is very obvious that she has had more RP experience than you. But I think that all you have to do is to read some fights by veterans and fight in a few more battles yourself, and you could have so much potential. It's all a matter of whether you stick with or not, about whether you can become a great fighter.

[littodude12323]

Got it! :^: I know I spelled wrong, I was in a hurry to get done. Honestly, I wish I could it over. A little harsh, but thanks!

[Craze-0-Matic]

Night was coming fast, and the darkness did not bode well for either traveler. A twig snapped under the weight of the unseen ninja, he'd been following Karijo for a while now, always deep enough into the trees to prevent detection. His caution failed him this time though, as the one mis-step had given way to a sudden alertness. The ninja, garbed in a black mask, which revealed only his eyes, peered from behind a tree trunk. The black coloration of his jacket, undershirt, tie, pants, and shoes, allowed him to blend well enough with the growing shadows. "Time to collect a debt.", he mused, as Karijo demanded that he show himself.

Finally stepping into the open, the ninja centered himself in the middle of the road, brushing some dirt from his jacket sleeve. His height and broad shoulders suggested a blend of strength and agility. Though because of his garments, nothing was definite. A katana, secured in its polished sheath, was held in his left hand, as the ninja's emerald eyes locked onto Karijo. His right hand twitched slightly, awaiting his opponents first strike. "What do you want with a weary traveler?", Karijo questioned, still holding his short sword, ready for an attack. The ninja answered with another chuckle, before actually speaking. "Your father, however sick he may be, owes a debt to me. I'll not strike a bed ridden man unless it's on the contract. Since it's nothing more than a little money I need, I'm sure his son can reward me, no?", the ninja finished his explanation.

The ninja's eyes appeared 'buddy buddy' only as a half-@ssed attempt to make the other settle down a bit. The skies were growing ever darker, and the matter needed to be tended to quickly. "I won't need your life, if you have the money."

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Got it! :^: I know I spelled wrong, I was in a hurry to get done. Honestly, I wish I could it over. A little harsh, but thanks!

I apologize if it was a little too harsh, but I did mean to be a little harsh. I'm trying to motivate you to become a better RPBer, and that, you could perhaps claim a victory for us in our next clan war. Like I said, just keep fighting, and, (this is VERY important) read fights by some veterans and that great of RPB in GameWinners. In this thread you haven't found any examples yet of some really great fights. You have to look and scavenge a bit on your own. People learn the best by example, and you need to see one. Being told what to do is important, but seeing it done right is important as well. Good luck to you. I recommend you fight Birdman in this thread, he's looking for a challenge.

Also, if you ever want an opinion on any of your other fights to come, tell me.

(Tip: I highly recommend typing RPB posts in Microsoft Word. It gives you a better idea of just how long your post is, it is easier to read your writing back to yourself, it points out spelling and grammar errors, and makes it easy to save your and your opponent's writing, so you can review what you and your opponent did right and wrong.)

[littodude12323]

Thanks again. Anyway, I'm having a RPB wit Frozen Heart right now. No offence to him, but his intros aren't that good. :(

And birdman, if you have the guts to own a n00b, Face ME!!! :D

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Thanks again. Anyway, I'm having a RPB wit Frozen Heart right now. No offence to him, but his intros aren't that good. :(

Heh, I looked at it. If you post some good attacks, and a good kill, you could win.

Frozen Heart is not a very good RPBer. He needs to read my RPB guide...

[Craze-0-Matic]

Is Meat ever going to collab on the outcome of the skirmish between me and Yayap or what?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Okay HyruleanHero, this isn't a race. I'm going to reread it and PM Meathos about it.

[Yayap]

litto, if we are being harsh on you, it's because we see potential. Without harsh criticism, you won't get better. If everyone tells you its good or okay when it really sucks, you'll stick to that level and you'll never win.

HH, we know I won...

[Craze-0-Matic]

I'm not saying it's a race, I'm just wondering. Anyway, I'll back off on it.

[heather4eva06]

"Don't think you can scare me stranger. I will win this fight."

"You better hope so, considering you started it." Ayame replied.

Ayame sprinted forward. Having only four daggers left, she aimed carefully. He was throwing arrows and using them to fight her off.

"He must be getting desperate now..." she thought. He was still an archer, and she knew this archer wouldn't be able to fight her off for long.

She threw one dagger, and it landed in one of his arms. She threw two more, each landing in both of his thighs. He fell forward, no longer able to stand. Ayame unsheathed her sword and plunged it into his stomach as he fell forward.

Shiro couldn't even scream as gravity pulled his body slowly and farther down Ayame's sword. Ayame grabbed her sword with both hands and pulled it up, followed by the sickening sounds on Shiro's entrails twisting and being sliced inside of him. She pulled up enough to straighten him up. She reached into her cloak and pulled out her last dagger.

"You picked a fight with the wrong stranger. Now you will pay for your foolishness."

With that, she plunged her dagger into his mouth. Struggling to scream in agony, Shiro only managed to gargle on his own blood.

"It's time I go. Of course, I'll need these back." Ayame pulled the dagger out of his mouth. "Good night" She then quickly thrust her sword upward, cutting everything from his abdomen up in half.

His mutilated body fell to the ground. Ayame removed her daggers from his body, wiping them off on his clothing. She sheathed her sword and tucked away her daggers. Ayame pulled up her hood and walked off into the night.
For many who were on the run, or had a dark secret to hide always traveled at night.

Ya, my ending sucks. I'll try to get it together for the war.

[littodude12323]

I thought it was good. Sad for Shiro, but pretty good!

[Yayap]

You have plenty of time for the war, heather. Just remember we've only began in the last twelve hours or something.

[Lazy F*ck]

A black-clad assassin stood tall in front of Karijo, his calm eyes, the only part of his face not masked by black cloth, shimmering in the fading rays of light. They held no apparent maliciousness, but instead seemed intent to imply friendliness. But Karijo knew better than to trust this faux air of armistice. Though his katana was sheathed, based on his prior unwillingness to reveal himself this ninja clearly meant harm, probably even if Karijo didn’t refuse his demands. However, though as fearful and unwilling to battle as he was, Karijo was unable to comply.

“I am sorry stranger, but I cannot give you any of my money,” Karijo said, protectively clutching the money bag dangling behind his sheath with his left hand, his short sword held firmly in his right. “My funds are for a medicine man in a town far from here. While you may seek the death of my father, I intend to save him. I don’t have time for your petty debts.” He chanced a glance toward the sunset and was startled to find the sun barely peaking out over the hilltops. Karijo nervously shifted his feet. Time was running out.

“Neither you nor I have time for this,” the ninja said, his green eyes moving quickly, scanning the shadowed openings between the trees. He widened the fingers of his right hand as though readying to grasp the handle of his katana. “This is your final chance. Surrender your money bag and you shall leave here alive, assuming the forest shall permit it.”

“I surrender nothing.” Karijo said simply. Though unaccustomed to battle, he was ready to defend his father’s only chance at life.

The two adversaries looked into each others eyes for a second. A sneering look of superiority was etched in the ninja’s pupils. Karijo’s blue eyes held no superiority, or fear, only determination. Then, in an instant the keenest of eyes would’ve missed, both the ninja and traveler charged each other.

The ninja grasped his katana handle at chest level and withdrew his blade from its sheath with a horizontal slash in one fluid motion, with the apparent intention to decapitate the slightly shorter Karijo. But before the blade could connect, Karijo dove into a forward roll, skidding onto his feet directly behind his attacker. His left leg closest to the ninja, Karijo pulled its calf into his thigh and thrust his foot diagonally behind him, driving his heel into his opponent’s ribs.

Releasing a small noise to acknowledge the pain, though without the hint of a stagger, the ninja spun to his right on the ball of his right foot and delivered a hard roundhouse kick to the right side of Karijo’s head, who fell heavily to the ground, spraining his left wrist as he attempted to cushion his fall.

Looking up from the ground, Karijo saw the ninja turn to face him, arching his back raising his hands high into the air, holding his katana upside-down and preparing to thrust the blade into Karijo’s midsection. Reacting just before the ninja, Karijo mustered all the strength he could and connected a kick into the right legs of the ninja, causing him to fall with a yelp of surprise. Pushing with his hands and feet, Karijo rolled backwards and staggered to his feet, panting, and holding out his short sword in weak defensive stance, grasping a nearby tree to steady his balance.

The ninja leapt almost effortlessly to his feet, though breathing slightly heavily, and placed a white-knuckle grip on his katana's handle with both hands. Karijo heard a small chuckle. This was probably hardly a challenge for the trained ninja. He watched as the ninja's eyes moved slowly from Karijo to a point just over his right shoulder. The ninja’s expression, before soft and seemingly amused, turned slightly harder as he focused back on Karijo’s blue eyes.

Karijo knew from the lack of reflection in the ninja’s eyes that the sun had dipped passed the hills, though some light was still managing to trickle into the pathway. Taking a deep and very necessary breath, Karijo adjusted his footing and tightened the grip on his sword while the ninja hastily dusted his suit off and adjusted his black tie.

Karijo clenched his teeth and tensed his muscles in an attempt to steel himself and waited for the ninja’s attack, taking as much time to catch his breath as possible, though thouroughly aware of the cape of darkness slowly being pulled over him and his opponent.

[Barack Obama]

And birdman, if you have the guts to own a n00b, Face ME!!! :D

Okay, I will. Mind starting the fight?

[littodude12323]

Sure, I'll do it tomorrow!

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"No! You're a monster!" "Get away freak!" Cries echo in the night sky. Gunshots are fired at him. He runs into the forest. He will never go back! "no..stop..don't..NO!" Shiro awoke with a start. "Just a dream." Shiro sighed. He was still shaking. That was the worst experience of his life. He would never go back there. The forest was his home now. He got up and stretched. It was afternoon; the most active part of the day. He needed a drink and something to eat.

He wandered through the forest until he came across a stream and a bush of berries. He was careful not to prick himself on the thorns as he harvested berries from the bush. He gobbled them hungrily and washed them down with fresh water. He felt a presence behind him. He turned, careful not to make any noise. It was a dark figure, with his back turned from Shiro. Shiro called out to him as friendly as he could, but still curious. "Hello. What is your buisness here?"
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How was that?

[Barack Obama]

Haru fled the towns, dashing past the trees, as he ran deeper into the forest. He stopped at a nearby pond, looking down at it. He noticed how tranquil the water was, untouched by anything that could disturb the balance of nature. He began to wish that he was like the pond, and didn't have to put up with the people around him. He became angry, and felt as if everything deserved to suffer as a result of his own suffering. Suddenly, he heard a noise from behind him; it was a voice. Haru kept his back to the voice, standing still in front of the pond, but heard it again. This time, it was clearer.

"What is your business here?" the voice said.

Haru looked down at the pond once more, at his own reflection, deep into his brown eyes. The sunlight peared through the trees, but had been standing beneath a cliff, keeping him hidden in it's shadows. He wondered, how did this person see me? No matter, he thought, as he turned to face the voice. He squinted, leaning forward a bit, and focused in on the person who shouted over at him.

"My business, that's exactly what it is. It's my business, and you have no right to know what I'm doing here."

Haru began to come closer to this person, stepping around the pond as he made his way down a dirt path through the trees. He reached behind him, grabbed the butt of his sword, and yanked it out from the casing he carried it in. He looked at the blade, which reflected the suns rays into his eye, and dropped his arm down beside his waist.

"You wanted to know my business, and now here I am. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, my friend, so you better take out a weapon. I'm going to try and make this as quick, and as painful, as I can."

[Cobalt]

Training Temple's a good idea. I'd like to see if I can still write. Yayap, you up for it?

[Yayap]

Yeah. We're doing this mainly because Cobalt apparently hasn't RPed in ages, or has even RPBed or something. A quick sharpen of his skills and my chance to try a new character style works for me.

1-1-1 or 1-2-1? I'd opt for the 1-1-1 because you never know when my challenge in the war thread will be accepted, so I'd like to be able to devote more time into that (at 1-3-1 or more :P).

Heh, maybe a 1-1-2? :chuckle:

[Cobalt]

1-1-1 is fine.

Basically introduction then I kill you, am I right?
It's all good. You go first, I've got sh*t for ideas at the moment. >_>

[Yayap]

It's one intro, one attack, and one kill for each of us. I get an intro, you get an intro, etc.

[Cobalt]

Alright, I'm in. If we can get some/most of this done over the weekend, it'd be good. My sister's got HSC to hog the computer with and I can't get on a lot on weekdays.

I can't wait.

[littodude12323]

Is this a 1-1-1 or a 1-2-1? You can choose.
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"I'm going to try and make this as quick, and as painful, as I can," the stranger said, charging at Shiro with a sword. "Crap!" Shiro yelled. He didn't want to fight, but he needed to if he wanted to live.

Shiro took out his bow and drew an arrow. He needed to be sure where to aim; the man would probably deflect most of his shots. The stanger started to run at Shiro, sword poised for attack. Shiro ran at him, too, because had had a plan. When he was about to swing his sword, Shiro slid between his legs, grabbing the man's leg as he went. He did what Shiro wanted him to do...he fell on the ground and dropped his sword.

Shiro sprung up and took his bow out. He shot an arrow in the back of his shin, then he put it on his head and slid it down so the string of the bow was touching his neck. Shiro pulled the wood part of his bow, strangling the stranger. Shiro wasn't paying attenching to the stranger, though, because he reached up and grabbed Shiro by the hair. He started to pull harder-Shiro was forced to let go of his bow; The man was getting up, and he would break Shiro's bow if he didn't get it first! Shiro acted fast. he used the man's back as a ramp, jumping and pulling the bow free. Shiro landed in front of him. He got up and they stared at each other. Shiro yelled, "Had enough, stranger?"

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I meant pulled, not pulling.

And whoose ref?

Wow, a lot of mistakes in this post! Maybe I should do it over...

[Barack Obama]

"Lucky shot." Dan replied to this strange interloper.

He turned around, examined his shin, touched the arrow, and yanked it out. His shin bled, and he dropped to one knee, unable to put any weight on that leg of his as a result of the wound. However, Dan wasn't finished, and managed to get up. Putting the majority of his weight on his left side now, to keep from feeling the pain, Dan had picked up his sword. He swung it towards the stranger, and missed, twice. The stranger began to wind up another arrow, and Dan dropped to the ground, just in time to dodge it. It would have hit him square in the chest had he stood still. Dan got up, and decided to make the fight a little even.

Dan tossed his sword up in the air sideways, and as the man looked up to make sure it didn't fall on him, Dan punched him in the chin with an uppercut. As his opponent stumbled back, Dan punched him again, this time in the midsection. He then drove his knee into the persons ribs, sending the strange man down onto his knees, hunched over. As he tried to catch his breath down on the ground, Dan limped over behind him, and picked up his sword. Holding it now, Dan put it very close to the back of his opponents shin, and stuck it in. His opponent screamed, and Dan pulled out his sword.

"How do you like it?"

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Eh, lets just make it a 1-1-1. Post your ending next and then we'll get someone to decide who wins.

[Yayap]

Thats okay, Cobalt. You intro first, then.

[littodude12323]

ok. Fine with me. I'll post my kill soon.

Here it is!
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Shiro was hurt badly. The sword wound was keeping him from standing up; he needed to end this fast. His ribs stung and his jaw was burning.

He got on one knee and looked for a weakness in his opponent. "This will end very soon. You wont need to suffer...I hope!" He shot an arrow up in the air, but Dan didn't move. "I won't fall for that!" he shouted. Shiro smirked. "You don't have to." The arrow was angled just right in the air, and it landed in his right shoulder. Dan cried out in pain.

Shiro limped at the doubled over man. "Are you ready to die?" Shiro pulled out his poison arrow and aimed it at his stomach. Shiro shot the arrow, puncturing Dan's stomach area. Dan couldn't move; his stomach stopped working, and the poison started to take affect. He coughed blood and started to cry. Dan clutched the arrow, trying to pull it out, but it didn't work. He was too weak from the poison. Shiro aimed another arrow at dan's heart and fired. Dan stopped breathing.

It was over. Shiro took the arrows out of Dan's heart and stomach and washed them in the stream. He ripped some of his shirt and wrapped it on his shin. He then dragged Dan into the stream and let the current sweep him away. Shiro walked back to his resting place and laid down to get some sleep. "you shouldn't have messed with me, stranger. You brought this upon yourself."
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:D Tadaa! How was it? :D

[Craze-0-Matic]

”Darkness approaches soon. While it could be used to my advantage, I’m a bit concerned by any other creatures lurking around. I dare say I should wrap this up., the ninja thought to himself. He glanced to his side, noting that the shadows of the trees grew ever deeper. He dusted the sleeve of his jacket and adjusted his tie once more, the katana still gripped in his hand at his right. “Even if you left here with the money, do you think you would be able to make it back in time to save your father? It’s quite a long walk, I’m sure you considered this.”, the ninja spoke calmly, a final attempt to gather the debt without spilling blood.

“Like I said before, the money is meant for medicine to cure my father. I won’t hand it over.”, Karijo replied, determination strong in his voice. The boy was exhausted, panting heavily from the scuffle. He had skill, but he wasn’t accustomed to combat, not like this. The ninja stood in silence for a few moments, before shrugging. Katana still in his right, the ninja pulled three small knives from the inside of his jacket, holding them between the fingers of his left hand. He flicked his wrist, allowing what little light was left, to reflect off of the blades, before relinquishing them. The blades flew, and found their marks. One sank into the flesh of the joint of his wrist, causing Karijo to drop his short sword. The second dug into the bone of his kneecap, the tip protruding slightly from the back. This alone would leave him defenseless and fairly immobilized The third sank into the center of Karijos chest, up to the handle, and puncturing a lung.

The force of the three knives striking simultaneously knocked the opponent off his feet. Karijo lay on the ground, facing the ever darkening skies. He coughed, velvet droplets staining the skin at the corner of his mouth. The ninja walked calmly over to the dying boy, and knelt over him. Karijo saw nothing behind the black mask accept the wearers emerald eyes. The head turned, as the ninja rummaged for the money sack, finding it, he tucked it away inside his jacket and stared at Karijo once more. “Boy, your father would’ve been proud of you. I’m sure. At least you’ll see each other after a short time.”, the ninja sighed. Honestly, he felt a hint of sympathy for the dyeing boy no, man, that lay before him. “You could’ve been a good fighter. I’ll give you an honor, only even few of the dead receive, my name. Only those within my organization know it. B.C., nothing more, nothing less.”, he finished. The ninja placed a hand on the knife embedded in the man’s chest, and pulled it free. He reversed his grip on it before bringing it down in the man chest a final time, puncturing the heart. Karijo’s breath slowed until it finally ceased. His open eyes were closed with a gentle nudge of the ninja’s hand, before he himself stood.

The ninja turned and walked back to the center of the road, stopping. His head tilted to gaze at the sky, it had finally given way to night. The stars twinkled, and a crescent moon shone. Crickets chirped within the grasses on either side of the road, and various noises from other nocturnal creatures came from deep within the woods. B.C. had held his katana the entire time, and now sheathed it. His gaze focused in the direction Karijo had originally been going, the ninja himself proceeded to walk forward. The road dipped down into lower, rolling hills, it was behind this dip that the black suited ninja disappeared. ”Another debt claimed...”
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This was a 1-1-1 right? Sorry if I happened to mess it up.

[Barack Obama]

Okay, here is my ending.

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Dan looked down at his opponent, who reached for his bow. He grabbed it, but Dan stepped on top of his hand, forcing him to let go. Once he did, Dan kicked away the bow, out of Shiro's reach. He looked down at his opponent, shaking his head. He spoke.

"All I wanted was some time to think, some time to be alone. You had to go and f*ck things up."

Dan walked around the body of his opponent, then stopped behind him, looking down at his leg. He looked over at the other one, and without really thinking about it, Dan took is sword and stabbed Shiro's other leg. Shiro screamed in pain, and Dan got up straight again. Looking down, he noticed Shiro began to crawl away with his arms. Dan sat still for a moment, admiring the mans determination to survive. He walked over, catching up to his opponent, and pulled his arm. Dan dragged Shiro up towards the small pond, where he had been standing earlier. He dropped Shiro just in front of it, and walked around the pond.

"Look at this pond. It's calm, it isn't bothering anyone. That's what I came out here for, to be just like this pond. You had to jump into my path, disturb my peace. Now you will disturb the tranquility of this pond."

Dan took his sword, walked around behind Shiro, and stabbed him in the back. Shiro began to cough up blood, and Dan walked up towards his head. He got into the pond, and dragged Shiro forward, so that his face was above the cool water. Dan placed Shiro's head face down, between his legs, and dropped down. He sat their on his knees, as Shiro couldn't breath. Dan put his sword away, as Shiro's arms flailed wildly, trying to fight his way up and gasp for air. However, the two stab wounds in his legs, and the one in his back, prevented him from gathering the strength to do so. The arm movements stopped, and Shiro's head fell firmly down into the pond. Dan got up onto his feet, took out his sword again, and chopped off Shiro's head. He dragged the body over into the bushes, but left the head inside the pond. He then kicked it out of the pond, out of his life, forever. Dan took a seat down in the shadows, put his sword away for the last time today, and relaxed.

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We need someone to judge our fight, and declare a winner.

[littodude12323]

...meanie....:D

[Cobalt]

Alright, Yayap, I'm ready. Here goes....

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Clouds of mist hung loosely over the Great Sea’s tight surface. The murky blue water stood devoid of motion. Anything or anyone engulfed in this silence would see nothing but extensive fields of blue reaching out to the horizon, subdued by colourless haze.

The sun crept out into the day as it touched a lone, wooden boat, which lay stationary in the chilling water. It was without an anchor, none were ever considered necessary. Eyes of eagles eased open as they began to circle the skies. All that entered their vision was this lone boat, perplexing the minds of these predators.

A black figure stood tall, marking the front of the boat like its figurehead. With their back to the sun, this figure gazed thoughtlessly at the emptiness surrounding them. When it summoned enough courage, the wind quietly drifted through the figure’s short black hair. It never dared to touch the hooked sword, held tightly by its sheath, by the figure’s side.

The figure named himself Pyren Zero.

Pyren gradually turned his head to his right, dark eyes focusing on his boat’s worn wooden mast. He turned around and moved towards the mast, each step against the cold wooden floor shattering the surrounding silence. Pyren extended his arms toward a white sail that rested on the deck. He hoisted the sail up the mast, admiring the pride of the bold, imperfect sheet of white. It was in no way diminished by its layer of dirt, attained through years of use.

Pyren at its peak once more, the craft slowly moved, beginning its daily search for land.

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This is my first RPB, by the way. So yeah, no 'zomfg taht was teh crapxor'. And maybe some points about what was good/bad at the end of the RPB if anyone can be bothered.

Anyway... Yayap, your turn.

[Lazy F*ck]

This was a 1-1-1 right? Sorry if I happened to mess it up.
It's supposed to be, but as of now it's a 1-1/2-1/2. You weren't supposed to kill me yet.:(

You're supposed to post an attack RP first.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Aw d@mn, I forgot, sorry...>_<......crap on a stick.....Should we just call it off then or what? God I knew I was forgetting something...D@mn....Should've read better. I suppose we could ignore it until later and I could go ahead and do an actual battle post. Geez I'm sorry man. I got wrapped up in what I was typing and never stopped to think that it wasn't supposed to be a kill....Crap.

[littodude12323]

Can someone ref our RPB? I'm curious right about now.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Can someone ref our RPB? I'm curious right about now.

Which one?

[littodude12323]

Me and Birdman. I no that Heather won my 1st one.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Sorry, it feels like I rushed a bit.... But here's my actual battle post.
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A breeze whipped up through the road, traveling in the opposite direction the two opponents had once been going. The ninja stood at the center, his tie flapping lazily to his right as the wind caught the fabric in it's invisible hold. “If it is fight you wish, then a fight you will receive. All this fuss over a dying man though, seems like such a waste of energy.”, the ninja shook his head before raising his katana. He held the blade away from his body, with a reversed grip. His right arm bent closer to his chest as the ninja charged toward Karijo. The exhausted boy had waited for the strike, and jumped to avoid it, latching onto a branch with his free hand and swinging his body up to perch on the branch. The movement was quicker than the ninja had believed as he turned to look into the canopy, searching for his opponent. Spotting him, the ninja flipped his blade, putting the hilt back into a normal position in his grip. A quick, barely visible, slice made its way through the entire tree, and the top of the trunk began to fall.

Karijo jumped before the tree succumbed to gravity completely, rolling to break his fall. He rose in a crouch at the edge of the road, faceing where his enemy had been. Before a moment to think was allowed to him, the blade of the ninja found itself at his neck, traveling along the side and nicking the flesh. Karijo pushed from his croush to the right, rolling to his feet once more. A palm placed to the left side of his neck, revealed the freshly drawn blood, just a scratch though, nothing major. “It would appear you’re having a bit of a hard time getting a good shot debt claimer.” He spoke over-confidently. The ninja once again charged his target, slicing into Karijo’s left arm at the inside of the elbow as he went by. Though the pain ran through his body, Karijo used the momentum transferred through the strike to plant a solid kick to the back of the ninja’s skull, knocking him face first to the dirt. The blow to his skull caused the ninja to relinquish the grip on his blade. Karijo placed himself into a defensive stance, sword at the ready.

For a moment the ninja lay there, trying to gain control of his breathing. Karijo himself was equally winded. “I’ve gotta take care of this, the boy’s becoming a bit more of a problem than I anticipated.” he thought. The ninja pushed himself up from the dirt, and walked a foot or two to reclaim his fallen sword. Facing Karijo once more, he rubbed the back of his head where he’d been kicked, then readied for another strike.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Me and Birdman. I no that Heather won my 1st one.

I'll ref it in a little bit. And yes, heather won the first one.

And, don't ever post a day afterwards with an attitude in the ref request thread. A lot of them take their time to respond, for one. And secondly, refs, no matter how fair they are, are humans too- you may end up getting the wrong one who will be biased at you from the start just because you were a douchebag in his thread.

[Yayap]

Ugh... I know what my intro will consist of... I just dob't feel like writing it...

Effects of no breakfast or other form of food: NO MOTIVATION. I think I'll go have some cereal. And lunch. And then dinner. All in the course of half an hour...

It should be up by ten (two hours from now).

[littodude12323]

CJS, do you have the results yet? This thread is almost dead.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

CJS, do you have the results yet? This thread is almost dead.

Littodude, you are starting to piss me off. And that's sad, because it's really hard to piss me off.

I'll say this once, and only once: THIS IS NOT A CHAT ROOM. THIS IS A FORUM.

There are sometimes weeks inbetween posts in a thread, and it's still considered okay. The point of a forum is that you can post whenver you have FREE TIME, and at your LEISURE. If you want immediate responses, go to a chat room.

And this thread is not "almost dead." In fact, it is the most active training thread at GameWinners. Just because nobody has posted in the last 0.000234234234 seconds does not mean a thread is dead.

Now, I'm going to post the results to your fight AS SOON AS I CAN. Do you really think that after a week of hard classes, when I finally get free time on the weekend, that my primary concern is to sit in front of the computer and ref a fight? I enjoy RPBing, and I enjoy being at GameWinners, but it's a pleasure, not my duty.

With all that said, I'll post the results when I CAN.

Please do not piss me off again. Thank you.

[Yayap]

In laymans terms, litto... You just got owned. I think I might log this as research...

Intro might be up today, maybe tomorrow. There is food, I'm going to eat it, and finish a stupid emoticon I'm working on.

[Barack Obama]

littodude, calm the f*ck down.

Now, without knowing the outcome of my match for sure, does anyone else want to give me some practice with an RPB?

[littodude12323]

Tell that to CJS...I have about no schedule and forget that people already have school. So, sorry, CJS, for getting you into a bad mood...

[Sifeus]

Wow. As soon as I leave this thread immediately becomes popular. :P

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Yeah, Sifeus, we did it just to piss you off. It worked.

[Lazy F*ck]

Panting heavily, Karijo watched as the ninja reclaimed his sword from the dirt and cemented himself into an offensive stance, the blade of his katana held out straight ahead of him, pointing at Karijo’s heart. Ignoring the twinge in his neck, and deciding instead to grimace at the pain in his left elbow, Karijo raised his opposite arm up and held his blade feebly out in front of him.

“It seems I’ve underestimated you,” The ninja said quietly, though the softest of whispers rang like a foghorn through the silence that pressed in from the dense expanse of trees surrounding the combatants. “Unfortunately, as you can see, darkness will soon envelop this area, and I will not be in this wood when that happens.”

True, light was fading, but Karijo was determined to survive. He had come a long way. A simple assassin would not put an end to his quest.

“I must admit, you are one of my more honorable adversaries,” The ninja continued. “I can feel that you fight more for your father’s life than your own. Catch your breath. I’ll allow you a final attack.”

That’s right, Karijo thought, underestimate me again…

Karijo raised his sword-laden hand close to the side of his face, his palm facing outward, his blade pointed toward his opponent. He saw the ninja tense yet again, completely ready to react to Karijo’s slightest move. Karijo locked eyes with the ninja, though watching the scenery with his peripheral vision. The dark blue hue that their world had been enclosed in was quickly fading to blackness. The ninja had noticed, as well, as Karijo noticed his eyes flick to the left and right for a split second, taking in the color change.

“Ready?” Karijo asked with a smirk, allowing a mask of overconfidence to conceal his true intentions. He heard a small chuckle emanate from the ninja’s hidden mouth and saw his stance stiffen.

Suddenly, an earsplitting, horrific roar erupted from deep within the breadth of trees to Karijo’s right. Partially unfazed, Karijo noticed the ninja shuffle his feet slightly, his brow creased with anxiousness. With a second, blood-curdling roar, a bit louder this time, the ninja spoke, with a hint of impatience, though almost devoid of fear:

“You hear that?” the ninja panted. “Here, in the forest, lies your fate! In a creature’s bowels! Have you any idea of what hunts in here during the night?”

Karijo took this comment as a mind game; a scare tactic. He did not flinch, but held his arms and footing still as stone.

“Enough,” The ninja growled with apprehension in his voice, glancing repeatedly to his left while raising his arms. “I gave you your chance.”

At the ninja’s last word, a fast-paced, rhythmic rumbling could be heard in the distance to the right. Footfalls. It sounded as though an enormous bipedal creature was careening through the trees. The creature’s gait slowly began to increase in speed and intensity, as though each step destroyed the earth beneath its feet. The pebbles shifted below Karijo as though they were on a slow moving and very jerky conveyor belt.

Then, without warning, the ninja made his move, charging with his weapon above his head, moving more quickly than Karijo had seen him move before. Karijo only had one shot…

In an instant, Karijo flipped the handle of his short sword around in his hand, gripping it so the blade faced behind him. Then, with as much strength as he could muster, Karijo sent his blade flying, straight into the right thigh of his attacker.

The ninja shouted in a mixture of pain, anger, and surprise, and fell on his face a few feet from Karijo after stepping on his injured leg, sending his katana flying into the trees as the hilt smashed into the ground.

For a split second, Karijo examined his work as the ninja rolled on his back and attempted to remove the deeply embedded blade. Blood oozed out onto the dirt pathway, glistening black as ink in the moonlight that was beginning to peek out above the treetops. It appeared as though Karijo had landed his weapon directly above the kneecap, severing the ligament that kept it closed over the knee, making it nearly impossible for the ninja to move quicker than a shuffle, allowing Karijo to escape.

With a small smirk, Karijo turned and ran in the direction that would lead him out of the forest, closer to his goal, and farther away from the beast that was quickly closing in.

When he was a good thirty feet away, he stopped, panting, and turned to look back at the fallen ninja still slightly visible in the moonlight. Karijo watched as he made his way to his knees, his right devoid of a blade, though clearly leaking blood on the ground.

The ninja stared back at Karijo. As the trees closest to the ninja began to rustle, he simply straightened his tie and dusted off his jacket. Then Karijo watched as two gleaming red eyes appeared a few feet above the ninja’s head, apparently belonging to a creature black enough to blend into the deep void behind the wounded assassin.

In the blink of an eye, and with a growl and the disgusting sound of cracking bone and tearing flesh, the head of the ninja was ferociously, yet cleanly ripped away from his neck and disappeared into the darkness behind him, leaving his decapitated body to fall to the ground and ooze the ninja’s blood in slowly growing pool upon the pathway.

Karijo gritted his teeth, turned, and ran as fast as he could, still unsure as to whether or not he would escape this forest alive.

[Yayap]

Well, I've procrastinated long enough with my intro, and now I get wartime... It may not get done at this point.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Sorry F*ck, I'll try to get something up tonight, but I've got homework and sh*t to do. I've got a load of stuff going on right now at school, not all of it with classes. So, I'll do what I can when I get the chance, ok?

[Lazy F*ck]

Sorry F*ck, I'll try to get something up tonight, but I've got homework and sh*t to do. I've got a load of stuff going on right now at school, not all of it with classes. So, I'll do what I can when I get the chance, ok?
I'm not at all in a hurry. Take as long as you need.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Should I just repost the kill I made out of order earlier?

[Lazy F*ck]

I dunno. If you want to...

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Reposting it would make my job a lot easier. So...yes.

And you guys are done then?

[Craze-0-Matic]

”Darkness approaches soon. While it could be used to my advantage, I’m a bit concerned by any other creatures lurking around. I dare say I should wrap this up., the ninja thought to himself. He glanced to his side, noting that the shadows of the trees grew ever deeper. He dusted the sleeve of his jacket and adjusted his tie once more, the katana still gripped in his hand at his right. “Even if you left here with the money, do you think you would be able to make it back in time to save your father? It’s quite a long walk, I’m sure you considered this.”, the ninja spoke calmly, a final attempt to gather the debt without spilling blood.

“Like I said before, the money is meant for medicine to cure my father. I won’t hand it over.”, Karijo replied, determination strong in his voice. The boy was exhausted, panting heavily from the scuffle. He had skill, but he wasn’t accustomed to combat, not like this. The ninja stood in silence for a few moments, before shrugging. Katana still in his right, the ninja pulled three small knives from the inside of his jacket, holding them between the fingers of his left hand. He flicked his wrist, allowing what little light was left, to reflect off of the blades, before relinquishing them. The blades flew, and found their marks. One sank into the flesh of the joint of his wrist, causing Karijo to drop his short sword. The second dug into the bone of his kneecap, the tip protruding slightly from the back. This alone would leave him defenseless and fairly immobilized The third sank into the center of Karijos chest, up to the handle, and puncturing a lung.

The force of the three knives striking simultaneously knocked the opponent off his feet. Karijo lay on the ground, facing the ever darkening skies. He coughed, velvet droplets staining the skin at the corner of his mouth. The ninja walked calmly over to the dying boy, and knelt over him. Karijo saw nothing behind the black mask accept the wearers emerald eyes. The head turned, as the ninja rummaged for the money sack, finding it, he tucked it away inside his jacket and stared at Karijo once more. “Boy, your father would’ve been proud of you. I’m sure. At least you’ll see each other after a short time.”, the ninja sighed. Honestly, he felt a hint of sympathy for the dyeing boy no, man, that lay before him. “You could’ve been a good fighter. I’ll give you an honor, only even few of the dead receive, my name. Only those within my organization know it. B.C., nothing more, nothing less.”, he finished. The ninja placed a hand on the knife embedded in the man’s chest, and pulled it free. He reversed his grip on it before bringing it down in the man chest a final time, puncturing the heart. Karijo’s breath slowed until it finally ceased. His open eyes were closed with a gentle nudge of the ninja’s hand, before he himself stood.

The ninja turned and walked back to the center of the road, stopping. His head tilted to gaze at the sky, it had finally given way to night. The stars twinkled, and a crescent moon shone. Crickets chirped within the grasses on either side of the road, and various noises from other nocturnal creatures came from deep within the woods. B.C. had held his katana the entire time, and now sheathed it. His gaze focused in the direction Karijo had originally been going, the ninja himself proceeded to walk forward. The road dipped down into lower, rolling hills, it was behind this dip that the black suited ninja disappeared. ”Another debt claimed...”
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There. Done. I'm out of here for the night.

[Lazy F*ck]

Reposting it would make my job a lot easier. So...yes.

And you guys are done then?
Yeah.

[Barack Obama]

So since littodude got kicked out of the clan, does that make me the winner of the fight by default?

[Yayap]

No, Birdman, it doesn't. It just means that the fight ended prematurely.

I obviously didn't follow your fight.