Valkyrie VS Druidman

((Sorry Knight. Something pressing came up IRL, and I didn't have a chance to post about it before I had to leave town. I swear that I'll post later tonight.))

"Nice of you to notice that..." Druidman mumbled, as Matchette realized her error. Putting it out of his mind, he got back to the situation at hand.

His attacks were more or less effective, although the sandstorm was now an equal hinderance and help. On the one hand, Valkyrie couldn't see him as well as she would have, but she sould also be sneaking around for a sneak attack. Thankful that he was wearing a heavy veil to keep the grit and sand out of his eyes, (not that it helped his ability to see.) Druidman started to bolt off, away from the altar.

"Uh, Steve dude? You recovered enough to help me out here?" he asked hopefully.

Steve, meanwhile, had recovered. Still massaging a stitch out of his side, he looked at what was happening. "Well, taking the enviroment into account... Valkyire is probably still on the altar, but we can't waste resources to nuke the altar... wait... or can we?" racking his brains for his old Geology class... what had his professor said? He couldn't remember, he was pretty sure he was sleeping though that class... "Wait!" he screamed "I've got it! If you trigger an earthquake on a sandy beach, the loose, airy ground will shift, making quicksand! Go for the water, you may have to tread for a bit. with luck, you can pull that altar down underground, and maybe even pull her with it!"

Druidman nodded, and bolted to the water, "Man, dude, I'm sure that this lacy silk will chaffe like mad once it's wet..." he grumped, but he sloshed into the shallows anyway. Stopping at about waist height, he began to stomp his foot up and down, to a steady beat which coincided with a soft murmur that barely escaped his lips. With a mighty heave and a grunt, he roared out "ENCROACHING EARTH FORCE!!!" and brought his foot down. Feeling the earth tremble beneath his feet, he began to swim outwards, away from the beach. Druidman couldn't even look back, he concentrated on getting to deeper water, he kept slipping under, though, that stupid dress was weighing him down.

And to top it off that stupid chilly sensation was STILL in his feet. Maybe he caught a bug?

1.)Dodge randomly/get to water.
2.)Untapped Potential: Encroaching Earth Force to Valkyrie. (60Break/30Wood, possibly causing quicksand to sink altar/Valkyrie.)
3.)Tread away/Dodge.

Druidman's groundbreaking gambit pays off as a shockwave bursts from the forceful fissure, sending an unsettling ripple across the golden sands. Slowly but surely, the sand began slipping into the ground, transforming the tranquil beachside scene into a terrifying sinkhole. Though the unnatural water caused him to eat a portion of Valkyrie's savage attack, (60) Druidman was clearly Everything was going according to Druidman's plan. The altar was the first to go, spiraling down the vortex into the depths below. Valkyrie found herself struck by roots of Druidman's Encroaching Earth Force as well (30), their sharp edges tearing cruelly into her well-dressed form. For a while, everything seemed to be working in his direction...

...until everything suddenly went straight to hell.

"Er... Miss Matchette?" stammered the brown NormalNavi, turning to the pink-clad adjudicator, "Exactly how much sand did you put in this stadium?"

"Um... like, I don't really know," said the attractive young navi, placing a thin finger on her lip and looking upward in thought, "But like... you know we're like... on the topmost floor, right? So I'd say like... umm... maybe enough to fill most of the smaller arenas, and then some." Noticing her counterpart's shocked look, she placed her hands on her hips and leaned inward, "Hey, like, they said they wanted a beach scene, right? That's totally like... what I did, you know?!"

Soon, everything was being sucked into the massive sandy vortex as the center of the arena gave way, sending a cascade of digital sand flowing downward toward the lower floors. The two combatants could scarcely make out the ground as they both struggled to avoid being buried by the rapidly collapsing arena. Suddenly, a flash of light caught them both off guard as their ridiculous costumes dissapated in a burst of data. Matchette hovered above the two combatants, holding the .GMO override data in her delicate hands as she glanced from person to person through her rosy glasses. "Like... I'm so totally sorry about the mix up," she said, bowing ever so slightly, "but for what it's worth, you're both like... totally awesome fighters, you know? I'll be like... completely supporting both of you to the very end! This is it, yeah?"

Valkyrie and Druidman glanced at each other from opposite sides of a collapsing arena.

((RP Well kids, this is for the win!))

New Weather Condition: Sand Vortex (Makes dodges suck.)

Wedding Altar: GONE

Valkyrie: 30 (In vortex, Dodge ability sharply reduced)
DruidMan: 90 (In vortex, Dodge ability sharply reduced, has the high ground)

The sandstorm had died down, and Valkyrie was ready to make her move; she was almost at full power, waiting for a chance to strike. Searching for DruidMan with her eyes, she finally found him in the water. Apparently, her last attack did hit him, probably dealing some serious damage, since her opponent was paddling into the deepness of the sea, probably to escape her. HA!

- Running away from ME?! You little....

The roots erupted from the ground suddenly, piercing her cloths and the skin underneath. The tendrils hurt her pride more then the wounds they opened, as he caught her off guard. And this made her mad. She should have been expecting this; it was in the power of her opponent to control nature, and it seems that he is even powerful enough to create "life" out of pretty much nothing. She cried out swearing to get Druid, when, not too suddenly, the altar she used as a cover earlier, and right now she was peeking over, started to sink into the ground. Then it started to sink faster, just as the sand rolled into the middle of the arena at an accelerating rate. Not more than mere seconds have passed, and she was trying stay afloat of this sandy landslide. It seems she underestimated her opponent. He is on a whole other level; not just metaphorically speaking, since BrideMan had a more stable position, standing almost on top of the sand.

- Great move Machette...

She almost forgot about that annoying woman. Why do they even let people like that in here? Keeping a wedding here, though thinking about it, Valkyrie found the idea pretty interesting as a concept... but anyway, having a wedding LIKE THAT here was pretty much desecrating this place. However from the words of the match maker, she concluded that this place was basically a giant sandbox, with some more sandboxes under and that there was kind of hole on the bottom of it... which means that his opponent is only in control of these events as much as she is. Just as she finished this line of though, her clothes disappeared, only to be replaced by her normal armor and the black bodysuit.

The vortex of sand didn't seem to stop; it was becoming bigger and bigger, increasing the force of the spiraling sand moment by moment. It was probably because the hole on the bottom, which was the cause of this disaster, was becoming wider, swallowing the sand at a much faster rate. There isn't much time left. This Duel will be over soon enough, one way or another. Getting sucked into the sand now wouldn't resolve anything however...

She didn't have the power of the sacred altar anymore, so her attacks couldn't exceed the range of her weapons reach. Nonetheless, she concentrated and half of her remaining power into the lance. It didn't hurt anymore. Nothing did; she was numb all over, this last decrease in her life force merely left a weird emptyness behind. It was a risky gamble but she had to try. The sand was pulling him closer to the middle of the arena, and so it did with her opponent. Only spending a split moment second to aim, she pulled her lance behind her head, as getting ready to swing, then finally...

- Did you just throw your lance at him? Thats... pretty unusual...

The weapon was spinning wildly in mid air, as some kind of crazy steel boomerang that had straight A marks in spinning wildly and hitting stuff in the head very hard, but failed the classes which include the "return" lectures.

Valkyrie didn't take time to confirm the hit; instead, she quickly took down the helmet and weighed it in her hands. Yes, should be around right... It didn't weigh much, but a hit in the face could be enough...

- And now you threw your helmet? What the hell?

She might have been simple, but she was no fool. Most navis are equipped with safety programs; programs that one hit won't penetrate. However, should both of the hits land, it might just do the trick. There is only one thing left now. Valkyrie took a deep breath.

- And now you... Val, you may be already aware of this, but you are sinking!

Its really just the matter of endurance now. If those didn't hit, they will be both swallowed up by the ground. The first to suffocate, or get squished by the pressure of sand will loose. She might as well get a headstart. She wasn't worried by her equipment; those were part of her, and once she jacks out, those will follow as well. The only thing she hoped that the sand in her boots won't. Its really a pain to get rid of it, since the boot had several fasteners that took a while to get rid off, and after getting rid of the squishy substance, put back on.

- Goodbye my beloved Airshot... it was good knowing you...
- HEY! What about mrrbrglre?
- With my luck, you'll do just fine. Just don't swallow too much sand.

<Actions>

1. Skoguls' + Charged Buster Attack (120)
2. Throw helm at Druidman (When I said she can use parts of her armor as weapons I didn't mean it like this... so I guess thats a 1?)
3. Take a deep breath and "dodge" into the sand.

((bump... complain about things that... thingie... thing Sky do whatever you want just... I dunno... end my torment? :'D))

((Oh, PISS! I thought I posted earlier this week... God, now I feel like a jackass... Lemme find my post...))

"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude~~!" was the only echoing noise that Steve could hear over the swirling vortex of collapsing sand. "Druidman! Are you okay?" Steve asked anxsiously, his eyes darting around the remaining area for his own Navi. He thought he saw a glint of metal, but ignored it. He couldn't abandon Druidman like that.

Why had he agreed to a chiplocked fight? His hand was twitching over his chip binder, and he knew of about three or four ways to help Druidman with them, but they were of no use. He doubted that the arena's computer would even recognize battlechips if they were disabled, and he wouldn't allow himself to be labeled a cheater. But, in this situation, which, he reminded himself cruelly, had been his fault to begin with, any action he could think would be either desperation, or forefit.

Oh well, if it was a choice between cheating, losing, or luck, he would choose luck.

"Druidman, I'm not sure if you can even hear me, but listen up. We've got nothing to lose now, so draw steel and go for close quarter combat." sweat began to pop along his brow. "LEAP INTO THE VORTEX, DRUIDMAN!"

By some miricale, as Druidman skidded down the sides of the funnel, he could barely make out his operators instructions. Using one hand to steady himself, he used the other to draw forth his trusty scimitar. Spiraling out of control, he closed his eyes, began to chant quickly, and let go, pushing off with his legs, into the vortex and towards Valkyire, who was struggling similarly on the other side of the slipping sands.

"ENTANGLING HEAT FORCE!!!" Screamed Druidman, and as his jump peaked, his blade erupted in flames, scorching a few gusts of sands, raining minatire shards of glass into the gaping maw of oblivion. Holding his hand outwards to his opponent, he sliently prayed that the vines in his spell would actually emerge from the shifting sands, to hold her down long enough for Druidman to finish this...

With an explosion of heat, sand and flames, Druidman crashed, blade first, into the opposite wall of the funnel. With out even waiting for the dust to clear, he made several wild stabs into the general area he thought he saw Valkerie last, then, looking down, realized that he was seconds away from the bottom of the pit.

"Well, that was a good run, dudette!" he yelled cheerily as he fell into the raging sands...


1.)Untapped Potential: Entangling Heat Force to Valkyrie. (45Wood/65Fire)
2.)Normal Attack to Valkyrie. (8Norm)
3.)Normal Attack to Valkyrie. (8Norm)

((Okay, eleven days. I'm gonna ask Pally nicely if he can jack this.))

It was a dramatic, beautiful fight to the death between two deadly navis, one hurled a lance, another molten shards of glass. The sand swirled about them, and the lance pierced through the and, taking Druidman through the shoulder (120) as the molten glass hit the sand and did nothing, Valkyrie felt the lashing tendrils of druidman's creation whip into her armor. (45) The helmet was whipped away in the winds of the arena, and the lance stabs were for naught, the sand was too deep.

With a crack, marble pieces of the stadium began to topple, the Ms. Matchette navi letting out a surprised "Eek!" before quickly ducking out of the way, the brown normalnavi almost crushed by a falling piece of rock as it almost literally bounced past.

"What did you do, sacrifice the entire stability of the arena so it would look prettier?" The navi yelled as the ground began to shake, the entire arena creaking and slowly slipping apart.

"Uh, well yeah, of course. Like, why would I make it all stable and ugly?" She asked, totally oblivious of the fall of her entire arena.

With a "thud", a piece landed straight onto the sand where the two were last seen. (30)

"Oh, who won, who won?" The matchette navi asked, as the arena quickly reset itself to its previous state of "perfection."

"Uh, it says here that neither navi did, Miss Matchette. Apparently the stone crushed both of them into Emergency Jack Out." The navi spoke, tugging at his "collar" slightly.

"Oh, that's no fun, they deserve some type of reward, doncha think? I mean, I've got the zenny from the people that canceled..." The navi considered this with a slightly evil smile, as the brown normalnavi sighed.

"I'm sure they'll be wanting that money ba-" He was cut off by a triumphant Matchette, as she spoke.

"The rewards shall be zenny to you both for uh- Spectacular performances! Come again to the arena some time!" She waved at the operator windows, then shut down the viewing into the arena.

Rewards: 3500 to both.

From under the giant chunk of derbis, a few sparse, tattered leaves fluttered outwards, then off into the air...

From under the debris, a soft, quiet voice is heard. A voice of someone, who fought for the best of her ability, and now, after the fight is over her body is crushed... can't move his arms to lift the heavy block that makes breathing, let alone speaking, almost impossible.

-Oh, oh I see. Running away, eh?! You green bastard!!! Come back here and take what's coming to you!!!
- What are you going to do? Bleed on him?
- 'Tis but a scratch.
- A scratch?! Your arm's off!
- No it isn't.
- Well, what's that then?- The warrior took a moment before finally answering, as if she was checking her condition.
- I've had worse.
- You liar!
- It's only a flesh wound.

From deep with in the ruins of the arena, a ray of light escaped towards the nonexistent sky.