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5/30/2016 12:45:39 PM
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[spoiler]i don't really know all the rules so I usually just make one move then wait to react. action then reaction, kinda like dnd.[/spoiler]
Erik sets up in a defensive position as the announcer begins to announce the start of the bout.
"if you could refrain from killin me, that'd be great. I don't think I can regen like you can."
he asks nonchalantly. the match begins.
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Wasn't planning on it, but I'm assuming you're gonna lose. *Mortar puts his hand between his shoulder blades, and his sword forms in that hand, igniting in green flames when fully formed* You first, I insist
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in he blink of an eye Erik strikes down from above, the chain sword growling to life as its teeth start around the track.the match has begun.
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*mortar dissolves into the ground, reforming under you and sending you flying. When in the air, Mortar throws large iron balls at you to keep you in the air. The crowd roars to life with drunken betters*
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suddenly you hear a voice in your head. "I can't let you do that." you feel something pick you up from behind, their touch burns your skin. you rise up then are slammed into the ground. Erik falls from the air and lands on his back.
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*The burns don't affect him, he lived in the Underworld, and before he was slammed into the ground, Mortar dissolves, and reforms behind you, punching the ground next to your head, creating a massive earthquake in the ring* CHECKMATE
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Erik grabs your arm and tosses you across the ring. he stands. "I don't want you to kill me, but I'm not gonna just roll over." he raises his weapon again.
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*Mortar lands on his feet, then hurls some iron balls at you*
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Erik lifts his hand the balls stop in mid air then fly back at you.
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*Mortar jumps to the side as his eyes turn black, his pupils crimson* no no no no no. *He lunges at you, sword aimed at your head*
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I duck narrowly avoiding the blade. "what the hell?"
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*He turns around, releasing a barrage of iron balls* You shall not win. [spoiler]Say hello to Gore, the personality trait that Mortar wished he never had. This was him 50 years, give or take a couple, before he met you, and 20,000 years before that[/spoiler]
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*Gore summons two swords, both an unidentifiable color, but glowing with red plasma*
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Erik rolls to the right avoiding most of the heavy objects, but gets clipped by the last one.
