TOF: Dynamitecid99 VS Morte

[RaveRunner]

*A large floating object comes down from over the horizon. It seems to be a giant half circle that is made flat on the top. On the center of the object sits a man dressed nicely. He is sitting in a throne looking chair surrounded by two large bodyguards and 4 beautiful scampilly dressed women. He picks up a microphone and starts to announce the fighters that are to be fighting tonight


Fahorn (DynamiteCid99)

VS

Dario (Morte)

Fighters!!! Lets get this fight going!!!

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Arena:

In the middle of New York City, there lies a large carnival. It is about 5 acres and filled with the best carnival rides around, from the giant ferris wheel to the Screaming Banshee, the second largest rolelr coaster in the world. Each ride is brightly lit up with multicolored lights. Most of the people who came for the rides are now here for the fight. The rest have left in fear for their lives. The fighters are encouraged to use the rides and attractions.

[The Deity]

Is that a prediction poll or for our actual choice?

[Rainbow Dash]

The future tense in the poll title makes me think that its guessing who will win.

[cid]

((OOC: sorry its taken me so long, i've had a lot of shit on my hands lately))

The drow stood still, not shaken by the appearence of his monstrous opponent. Arms crossed and legs bent, Fahorn squated on top of one of the supporting arms of the ferris wheel. The horrible glare from the lights was blinding his Underdark eyes. He decided just go in.

In one swift motion the ranger lept from the arm to one of the roofs of the ferris wheel cart, and rode it all the way down until he jumped from the cart to the ground in a small clearing of people. He made his way further through the crowd (at certain points having to push and shove through the rowdy drunken crowd) until he reached the edge of the circle. He looked around for a few moments admiring the incredible amount of people there before he continued to fight. Then he turned his eyes toward his opponent.

He wondered what in the Nine Hells could've happened to him in order to get so humongous. His muscles rippled all about his body as he stood there in his (or at least how Fahorn thought of it) odd pose. He looked for weak points and observed him until at last he had the best plan as of how to play out this encounter.

He pushed and shoved through the few last people until finally he stepped out into the empty clearing. The ranger looked around finally at the enormity of the place, and how vast a land this fight was going to cover. In a blur both weapons were in his hands, the Shadow Slayer held back-hand oozed a black inky liquid, which dripped to the rocky ground and was immediated absorded and left no stain as if nothing was ever there. In his right hand the Black Legion Blade appeared, beautifully and intricately carved of the finest materials in all the Underdark. A disastrous weapon of pure beauty, and only the best would glow a deep jet black. The glow engulfed the drow's hand and made is seem as if the blade was just an extension of his arm. But since no one else who has faced the drow has lived to tell about it, what you should know is that, it is...