[Mari]

(( @q @phreezey Make your entrance posts! Once you do, I'll put up a poll for audience desires. ))

"Here it comes, folks! Two combatants, you've likely never heard of, one because they're new here and the other because they're a master of disguise, this is Clairen versus The Spy! I can't wait to see what tricks they bring to the table."

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"Never heard of us? Not exactly a compliment, is it?"



Spy was standing in front of a large crowd, which obviously meant plenty of eyes on him, as well as his opponent. He knew he had to impress the crowd, and was sure he would be able to. After all, if either one of the two combatants knew style, he was certainly the one who did.



That wasn't to say his opponent was devoid of style, however. The Spy had actually spoken to Clairen in the past. She seemed nice enough, though he eventually learned something odd about her, and that was her relationship with Scout. That definitely surprised him, and Clairen referring to Spy as "Papa Spy" made him quite unhappy, to say the least. Regardless of what anyone said, he was not Spy's dad, and he definitely did not indirectly admit that he they were related in any way. He had recently developed an instinctual aversion to Tom Jones songs, however.

"Well Clairen, looks like now would be a good time to begin. 
Bonne chance."

With that, Spy pulled out his revolver. It's not like this fight would be something to bring your kids to see, anyhow.

[Deleted]

Why him?

That was the thought surging through her mind as Clairen sat in the back of the arena's room, wiping off her visor for combat once again. A rumbling, hefty sigh rises through her lungs and scattered evenly, fogging the metal of her visor just a little. Of all the people that could be matched against her, Spy had to be the first one to tango with her. Well? No other choices on the table, Clairen just put her visor on, and strapped that cape in. Gripping the metal handle of her plasma saber, not yet igniting it, the Aetherian warrior strode out into the arena, cloak fluttering in the wind as she settled down across from Spy, taking another deep breath. The first few seconds of a fight were always the worst. They always made her the most antsy. Finally, steeling herself, Clairen lowered herself, and flicked her wrist, pushing her thumb up on the weapon's handle, igniting that two-tone phase saber.

BFVWOOM! Whum whum whum...

Giving it a few twirls, and taking her signature stance, Clairen remained entirely quiet against Spy. She didn't want to speak, and ruin her focus, or anything of the likes. This was a fight, and just that. Whatever the crowd suggested, she'd follow, but... not to let up on Spy in the meantime. She needed to keep steady, and on her toes. Clairen only heard tales of what Spy could do from Scout, and... honestly, if his word was anything to lowball his old man (which it was), she'd need to pressure him heavily, and stay on him at all costs. One noise escapes her... One phrase. She spoke it through grit teeth, and clear reluctance.

"Bring it."

THE FIRE'S LAST HOPE

HP: 110/110

Shield: 40

Cooldowns: None

Status: Fine

Mood: Nervous

[Mari]

"Au contraire~! Les meilleurs espions sont rarement célèbres. Partout où nécessité fait loi, non~?"


"...This match is going to be a perfectly normal match. Looks like you're both ready to go!"

Audience Requests
For The Spy

For 21 Appeal Points: Seduce Blue
For 21 Appeal Points: Disguise yourself as Blue and hide in the announcer's booth
For 15 Appeal Points: Dab on Clairen
For 15 Appeal Points: Disguise yourself as The Scout
For 15 Appeal Points: Reveal who Scouts dad is

For Clairen

For 30 Appeal Points: Backstab The Spy
For 21 Appeal Points: Seduce The Spy
For 18 Appeal Points: Knock The Spy down and have Blue sit on him!
For 12 Appeal Points: Give a heart-warming dialogue about how you feel toward Scout

For Both

For 21 Appeal Points: After landing a hit, Default Dance.
For 15 Appeal Points: After hitting a successful attack that deals 20% dmg or greater, laugh like Shao Kahn!
For 15 Appeal Points: Insult each other at the start of the match!

[Deleted]

The fight had begun, and both combatants were ready to fight. However, Spy did not immediately take the opportunity to deliver the first blow. He knew that that wouldn't be very interesting for the audience. If he were to show off his charm to the audience, he would have to do something similarly charming.

"...A Frenchwoman, eh?" 

The Spy is attempting to seduce Blue!

The Spy turned his head, looking towards the announcer in her booth. "I must say, mademoiselle, you clearly have a way with words. Ce serait bien d'apprendre à vous connaître. Peut-être que nous pouvons parler plus tard? Je connais un café délicieux où nous pourrions aller."

Yes! A romance! That was the perfect way to grab the audience's attention. Introducing a little emotion, followed by a little action, would be how he would turn this simple tournament fight into a true spectacle. Of course, this train of thought made him realize what he was here for. He turned his head back to his opponent, his gun pointed in her direction.

"Let us begin."

yj1OsQvfp_1d20+4(Revolver @ Clairen: 17% damage)

The Spy suddenly delivered a hip-shot, in Clairen's general direction. Doing damage didn't actually matter much to him. What really mattered was instilling fear into his opponent. At least, that's what Spy figured to himself, since that was clearly just a poorly aimed shot. Still, he kept his cool, even letting out a light chuckle, before inspecting a silver watch on his wrist. A second later, he vanished from sight.

 

p_1d20+4(The Spy is currently invisible. Clairen will have to make a wisdom save in order to target him.)

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The Spy
0%
Status: Cocky (Also invisible)

Cooldowns:
Cloak: 2 turns1d20+4·1d20+4

[Deleted]

aga6vrtIp_1d20+3 (Revolver Shot Dodge - Success)
p_1d20+1 (Critical WIS roll! Clairen sees right through that illusion!)

Clairen weaves around the first revolver shot with a near perfect duck, only to raise herself up, and crook her finger as if to beckon Spy to come at her. She was issuing a clear challenge.

"What happened to all that gentleman talk? Got bored of it already, Spy?"
(Clairen uses an action to appeal... begrudgingly.)

To insult her opponent. It... felt wrong, but Clairen did what she needed to get by. Anything. Even this. Without further ado, she charges into the fray, readying herself for whatever was to come, weapon swaying with that constant buzz out by her side as she charged in, only to watch him disappear. A quick flick of her visor's alternating current features and readings read out the footprints and possible trajectories of her target. She could see clear as day against Spy's illusions. She acted fast, Clairen knew she had to. He was fast as well. With some well placed footwork (paw work?), Clairen steps to intercept Spy's movement and draws herself back. Surging forward with a concussive upward swing, Clairen drives her blade fully out and up in a flaming swan rise.

"Here we GO!"

p_1d20+3(Clairen's CRITICAL Rising Cut. Deals 38% damage due to a critical blow.)

As Clairen soared into the air with that graceful upswing, she lands with equal levels of finesse, and draws her weapon out, only to move headlong again. If one could see under her fur, her knuckles were whitened by the stress-induced grip she held on that flaming blade. Pulling back, and throwing three separate thrusting attacks out, Clairen kept her tempo out, and her body level, loose and focused. She wasn't going to let this guy beat her. Not today, not ever. There was much more than her status or pride on the line. It was one single fact.

Scout was watching.

p_1d20+3(Sabre Thrust #1, didn't tip, so it deals 6%)
p_1d20+3(Sabre Thrust #2, didn't tip, so it also deals 6% damage)
p_1d20+3(Sabre Thrust #3 is a tipper! Deals 11% damage)

...I can't let up. He's rooting for me. I know he is.

I'm gonna make his day.

THE FIRE'S LAST HOPE

HP: 110/110

Shield: 40

Cooldowns: Rising Cut - 0/1

Status: Fine

Mood: Nervous

1d20+3·1d20+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3

[Mari]

"--Ooo~ I like your style... I may just have to take you up on that, Monsieur Roudoudou~ I can tell Clairen's more of a fighter than a talker. How's the stadium treating you, Clairen? Anything like home~?"

Audience Requests
For The Spy

For 21 Appeal Points: Seduce Blue GRANTED
For 21 Appeal Points: Disguise yourself as Blue and hide in the announcer's booth
For 15 Appeal Points: Dab on Clairen
For 15 Appeal Points: Disguise yourself as The Scout
For 15 Appeal Points: Reveal who Scouts dad is

For Clairen

For 30 Appeal Points: Backstab The Spy
For 21 Appeal Points: Seduce The Spy
For 18 Appeal Points: Knock The Spy down and have Blue sit on him!
For 12 Appeal Points: Give a heart-warming dialogue about how you feel toward Scout

For Both

For 21 Appeal Points: After landing a hit, Default Dance.
For 15 Appeal Points: After hitting a successful attack that deals 20% dmg or greater, laugh like Shao Kahn!
For 15 Appeal Points: Insult each other at the start of the match! GRANTED (Clairen)

[Deleted]

"Merde..." Spy said under his breath. He wasn't concerned about the cheap insult, no, he was concerned about how Clairen's gaze, though obscured by the visor she wore, seemed to track his every move. He did his best do move towards her in a zigzag, but it seemed the noise and footprints he made were clear as day. When Clairen charged towards him, there wasn't much he could do to take the hit. And it hurt. The upward swing hit him right on the mark. He was sent stumbling backwards, and his silhouette became visible for a short time, but the assault didn't end there. The Spy also had to worry about a couple sword thrusts on top of that grievous wound.

blgw2|8Lp_1d20+4(Thrust 1: Dodged)

p_1d20+4(Thrust 2: Dodged)

p_1d20+4(Thrust 3: Hit)

With the final thrust, Spy was actually hit pretty hard. Even still, he wouldn't let up. In a blur of invisible movement, he rolled forward and behind his opponent, decloaked, and pulled out a small Butterfly Knife.

p_1d20+3(Backstab @ Clairen: Does 30% damage!)

"Don't think I'm going to give up just yet!" Spy boasted. While he wasn't off to the best start, he wouldn't give up his opportunity to impress. He pulled out his revolver yet again, determined to hit his mark.

p_1d20+4(Critical Revolver shot @ Clairen: Deals 26% damage)

Spy smirked. He came here to impress, and he wouldn't stop fighting until he did.

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Spy
49%
Status: Not as cocky (or as invisible)

Cooldowns:
Cloak: 1
Backstab: 2


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[Mari]

" . . . Oh wow. Looks like that backstab took Clairen down hard! Talk about an early upset! I'll call for a doctor and Spy, you can collect your winnings right by the gate~"

((Due to Phreeze's sudden departure from the site, Spy is winner by default!))