DFGT VIII Round 4
Fight 4A: Ine the Impala Man vs Sharpfist the Hyena ManGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/BRzq6isNIne (managed by dr00) enters into the arena to the cheers of the crowd, with his steel long sword casually slung over one shoulder, while he waves to the other. The careful observers in the crowd note that Ine’s panoply of steel is growing, as his gauntlets and mail shirt are now made of that dependable material. But is his mind as durable as his body now is, as he stares down one of his kind’s primordial predators?
Sharpfist (managed by BecauseISaid) bounds out from his gate, snarling and yipping in apparent pleasure as he waves his new shiny blue dagger through the air. The air hums in pain as the infinitesimally sharp blade cuts through it, as Sharpfist’s eyes remain obsessively fixated on it. He’ll never have to replace his beloved companion again, now that it’s made of the best material we have to offer!
At the ring of the bell, Sharpfist’s eyes switch focus from his blade to his opponent, bounding forward while letting out a rapid series of whoops. Ine flips down his visor as Sharpfist closes in, and brings his blade around for a quick parry which knocks aside the hyena man’s first blow! Sharpfist seems undeterred and continues to swing his blade in ferocious arcs, forcing Ine backwards. The Impala man trips a little, and Sharpfist’s dagger grazes alongside the mail shirt, scratching the links, but failing to draw blood.
He seems frustrated by this failure though, and begins to attack more directly now, forcing Ine to clash blades with him as his space to dodge runs out against the rear wall. Hidden in these wild swings is a clear plan though, as sharpfists blade abruptly punches forward, and into Ine’s chest through his mail shirt. As Sharpfist rips the blade away from the hole, black organ blood begins to ooze from the wound. Ine cries out in pain, but channels his energy into a strike that cuts apart the hyena man’s left hand.
Sharpfist merely grins a toothy smile as he registers the pain, lunging forward with his dagger still clutched tiightly in his right hand, and sending it darting into Ine’s left shin. Ine collapses with a metallic clang, apparently helpless on the ground. Sharpfist lunges forward opportunistically, but merely manages to impale himself on Ine’s longsword! The Impala man still has some fight left in him folks! Sharpfist’s sacrifice merely earns him a scratch against one of Ine’s hooves, while his opponent rolls away from his strike before cutting clean through Sharpfist’s right heel tendon.
Sharpfist collapses as he lets out a whine of pain, and as he goes down, Ine’s sword arcs up, cleanly lopping off his left hand. Sharpfist once again goes for Ine’s left shin, but the predictable maneuver allows Ine to hack away at his right forearm, severing it entirely, and sending the adamantine dagger flying! Sharpfist momentarily watches his beloved fly away through the air, before he lets out a terrifying snarl, and chomps his jaws around Ine’s right forearm. The steel gauntlet’s resist the crushing pressure of his teeth though, allowing Ine to swing his arm clean through Sharpfist’s exposed neck. The crazed hyena man’s head flies through the air as it spurts a streamer of blood, finally landing next to the dagger he prized so much in life. Ine pushes the decapitated hyena man body off of him, as his support squad of gremlins and orphaned ant men gather around him to hoist him up, and help him celebrate his victory. Congratulations Ine!
Fight 4B: Horof Dreadhoof the Minotaur vs Knifin’ Around the Hoary Marmot WomanGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/F5ZQLCzNHorof (managed by Nibudd) enters into the arena, as his lean muscles ripple under his smooth fur. Once again, there are no visible differences in Horof, but his steps seem even more measured and graceful then before. He seems to be well on his way to mastering the skill that one of the great prize fighters of our time spoke of when he said “Float like Floating Guts, sting like a giant bark scorpion”.
Knifin’ Around (managed by Rendentare) enters in a less ceremonious fashion, as she carried in on a cage, before the gates close, and the cage’s mechanism is engaged to open her door. She leaps out with a triumphant whistle, and immediately turns to face the organizer’s box while uttering a stream of what we can only assume are profanities. Sorry ma’am, but if you want to attack the owner of one of our most reputable training centers, these are the consequences!
Horof strikes first, but his axe swing fails to connect as Knifin’ around uses her small size to easily duck into the blow. When she attempts to return the favor, she finds Horof surprisingly light on his hooves, as he springs out of the way of the arc of her humming blue knife. As he lands, Horof swings around, hoping to catch his opponent off guard, but Knifin’ around springs backwards and away from the blow. As she lands, she uses the ground as a springboard, propelling herself upwards at Horof. He jerks his head out of the way, but blood still sprays from his left cheek as the adamantine knife cuts straight through it.
Horof bellows in rage, and spins around to follow the arc of the acrobatic hoary marmot woman, revealing the gaping wound into his mouth as he does so. His great axe is not far behind him, and the head cuts deeply into Knifin’ Around’s left paw as she flies away. Knifin’ Around fails to stick the landing with one paw out of commission, and is now stuck on the ground for the rest of the fight, as blood from her cut foot begins to stain the arena floor.
Horof’s great axe smashed into the arena floor as Knifin’ Around hurriedly rolls out of the way. Horof pressed his advantage, catching up with his foe as his axe cuts again into her body, carving a long cut into her left forearm. Knifin’ Around begins to scamper around desperately on the ground, her adamantine knife still firmly clutched in her remaining hand, as axe blows rain around her. As she goes through Horof’s legs, his axe chops up her tail, but the Hoary Marmot Woman continues her passage through. As she arrives on Horof’s backside, she triumphantly raises her knife, and sinks it into the small of the minotaur’s back.
Horof goes rigid, arcing in pain, as his bronze great axe clatters to the ground from his senseless fingers, and he joins it shortly after. The crowd looks expectantly at the bell, only to realize the Horof is still alive! The minotaur man thrashes his head around desperately, trying to bite and gore the suddenly dominant hoary marmot woman. Knifin’ Around begins to hack into the downed beast, and with a cut of her supernaturally sharp blade, carves straight through Horof’s skin, muscle, and ribcage, cutting his chest clean open. Congratulations Knifin’ Around, you have snatched victory from the jaws of defeat!
Fight 4C: Sweetteeth the Leech Man vs Logem Branchsyrup the Wolverine ManGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/M20iizaiHere we have perhaps one of the most anticipated showdowns of this year's tourney, folks! My colleague in charge of the betting ring assures me these two fighters represent the overwhelming majority of bets this round, split roughly 50/50 between both fighters. Lets just hope all of you aren't writing cheques you can't cash, because one of these fighters isn’t leaving this ring alive!
The fan favorite Sweetteeth (managed by Merrygin) needs no introduction, as his past victories are plain to see on his person. From Nycteris's pants, to Mephit's iron mail shirt, it's fair to say this leech man has carried a piece of his fallen foes on his person, if not inside his belly. His newest acquisition? A glistening adamantine helm, forged from the melted spear of Diago Pastor 53rd! Sweetteeth has used his ravenous hunger, and uncanny ability to shrug off wounds, to bite his way from free meal to free meal; this tourney has been nothing more than a gorey 'all you can eat buffet' for him. Judging by the buckets of drool dripping from his fanged maw, I'd say he's hungry for more!
Logem BranchSyrup (managed by kesperan) meanwhile marches into the arena menacingly, radiant in a brand new suit of steel armor. Emblazoned with the image of a maple leaf, I'm told this armor was actually a compromise, as the wolverine man wanted to graft adamantine to his bones to form an 'indestructible endoskeleton'... Whatever that means. Another one of his amnesiac mind's kooky obsessions, no doubt. As he eyes up the 'bub' before him, he munches down on one of his signature cigars, and draws his adamantine katana (scimitar). Who will win the day folks? Primal hunger, or cold steel and adamantine?
The bell rings, and in a flash, Logem sheds first blood! Sweetteeth's right arm sails away, its black bronze armor no protection against Logem's adamantine blade. The leech man shrugs off the injury, yet a short bout of failed attacks on both sides gives way to another grievous wound; Logem slashes off Sweetteeth's left arm at the elbow! With such a spectacular performance so far, Logem could be forgiven in thinking that this match will be a cakewalk, but Sweetteeth's weapons have never been his fists, but rather his mouth. A fact he's eager to remind Logem of.
Sweetteeth surges forward, biting Logem in the torso twice in quick succession. He latches on firmly, but tastes nothing but bitter steel mail. One can't help but think of the mail as a thin tin sardine can, which is all that stands between this ravenous leech man and his next meal. The mail protects Logem from the sharp teeth, but the blunt impact of the fleshy headbutts is enough to bruise his upper body. As he wheezes, winded by the assault, Logem slashes Sweetteeth in the left arm, tearing the skin! Sweetteeth won't give up, and shakes his head to and fro, as he has many times to dispatch his prior foes, managing to tear skin beneath Logem's mail shirt!
The battle devolves into a vicious tit for tat brawl, as Sweetteeth struggles to break through Logem's armor, and Logem tries to bleed the indomitable leech man dry. Sweetteeth chomps down on Logem's right hand, lower body, and right leg, managing to tear skin and twist limbs despite their steel coverings. Logem's adamantine katana returns the favor by lashing out in a slap to the head, and a couple of stabs to the useless left arm. For all their efforts, neither side seems capable of landing a decisive blow! Logem tires, but it is Sweetteeth who is losing blood, only motivating the thirsty leech man into redoubling his efforts. Coiling back for a moment, he springs himself forward; biting Logem in the right ear! As he shakes his head, the ear collapses, and finally peels off altogether with a sickening wet rip!
As Sweetteeth indulges in the mid-fight snack, Logem merely grunts and charges forward, knocking the leech man prone in an eager attempt to avenge his disfigurement! Slapping Sweetteeth in the head with the flat of his blade, he capitalizes on the momentum with a swift stab to the gut! Desperately wounded, Sweetteeth has no choice but to attempt another assault. He's bled nearly dry; Logem's ear having not provided enough sustenance to replenish his lost vitals. He wants, no, NEEDS more blood. Forget self indulgent feasting, this is a matter of survival now. The famished leech man lunges, mouth stretched wide in a predatory rictus grin. As he sails towards the wolverine man, Logem makes a split second calculation, and swings his katana in a spectacular counter strike. The katana's reach exceeds that of Sweetteeth's teeth, and as it connects, Sweetteeth crumples to the floor; his upper body cloven asunder by his enemy's adamantine blade.
As the blood and half digested bones of Sweetteeth's past victims spill onto the arena floor, Logem spits out the bud of his stogie, which extinguishes itself in the mess of fluids at his feet. Shocked gasps lead to a furious uproar in the stands, as with this fresh victory, Logem has simultaneously earned the love and hate of the arena. Half cheer ecstatically as the wolverine man has won them a tidy sum, while the other half despair at their lost gold, and at the death of their beloved, gluttonous leech man. Congratulations Logem Branchsyrup! Your cunning steel upgrade has proven to be more than a mere tin can, and has saved you from a grisly fate!
Fight 4D: Stimraug the Armadillo Man vs Beast of Spearimpale the MinotaurGamelog:
https://pastebin.com/gUdxc1vuFighting for a chance to be accepted by his clan once more, we have the armored armadillo man, Stimraug (managed by Stimraug)! Fresh off his victory against the winner of the heavy division battle royale, Priest Ndrog, this armored tank of a warrior has proven himself to be a resourceful and determined fighter. Choosing to reinforce his already considerable protective steel shell, Stimraug totes a brand new featherwood shield!
His opponent is Beast of Spearimpale (managed by memmet) the minotaur. The complete opposite of Stimraug, he towers over the armadillo man, having made the surprising decision to sell all his recently purchased iron armor. It seems he's placing all his hopes on additional training, and his trusty copper shield. The dichotomy between fighters is stark; armored versus unarmored, short versus tall, dagger versus shield. Who will fortune favor, and which of these extremes will carry the day?
The bell rings, and the fighters are off! Soon after, so is a fighter's limb, as Stimraug expertly slices off Spearimpale's right arm! The fighters bob and weave and charge at one another, failing to land any more hits, until once again Stimraug lands a blow; a bone chipping stab to the left hand! Alarmingly for Spearimpale, who has invested much in his shield skill, he loses his copper shield to this painful injury!
After wrenching his blade free, Stimraug suffers a horrific reversal of fortune. The minotaur gores him in the guts, though this is mercifully deflected by his steel mail shirt. The greater danger comes from a wrestling attack by Spearimpale. Awkwardly manhandling the armadillo man to the ground, Spearimpale buys himself a bit more time by briefly grabbing his foe’s steel dagger as he gets back to his feet. The play for time proves decisive, as Spearimpale leverages it to savagely kick Stimraug in the right eye, causing the entire socket to collapse in a shower of gore! The right side of his face now resembling a messy crimson crater, Stimraug falls to the ground; the force of the blow having torn something in his spine. His limbs now useless, Stimraug can do nothing to defend himself but roll into a ball and cry out in fear, as the newly one-armed Spearimpale awkwardly attempts to place wrestling holds on him.
As Stimraug remains in the safety of his armored ball, Spearimpale's barrage of wrestling moves is only occasionally abandoned in favor of frustrated bites and kicks. In his furious attempt to break Stimraug’s protective shell, Spearimpale over-exerts himself, and collapses from exhaustion, before continuing the grueling assault. But what's this? It appears as though somewhere in this deluge of unarmed strikes, Stimraugh has passed away; dead of suffocation within the comfort of his armadillo shell. As Stimraug's body goes cold, colder than the icy rains of his distant beloved homeland, Beast of Spearimpale unleashes a fell victory roar.
Congratulations to Beast of Spearimpale! Despite the loss of your treasured copper shield, you demolished your foe handily, and earned a spot in the quarter finals!
Fights 4A & 4B written by Mkhos
Fights 4C & 4D written by SlitherPapi
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Topic: Dwarf Fortress Gladiator Tournament VIII (Read 44905 times)