A25 VS Eralan (I will edit this in, but writing a response to Deran is more important.) VS Mulch "I knew it! Doze grots couldn't send a 'umie 'ard enough for eitha' of us!", Deff'ead laughed to his opponent, but quickly got serious, "Aye, krump and krump good indeed, I'd say gud luk but I REALLY want dat money..." Deff'ead advanced, swinging his weapons experimentally. The other ork had a longer reach with that big choppa, so logically he should go in and smack him up close! With this in mind, he had a rather morky idea: "Say, deze weapons are a bit too killy, wanna just do sum fistfight'in?"
A25 Torek felt as if a Krootox had parked itself on top of him, vision spinning as he sunk down into the mud beneath Mulch's weight. The weight continued to grind down what definitely felt like a pair of broken ribs, nearly causing the Carnivore to black out. As the mud bubbled in around him, the Kroot snarled into Mulch's grinning face. Clawed hands sunk beneath the mire shot forward towards the Ork's eyes, balled into fists around heaping amounts of mud. Clamping down on the searing pain, one of his hands slipped behind Mulch's head to pull it forward as he slammed his other fist back into the Ork's head. Torek didn't see him coming out on top here, but the image of his former Shaper shaking his head at the sight of him losing to a Greenskin drove him to a final effort.
The man grinned. ''They said you'd be tricky,'' he said. ''It's a good job I was prepared for it.'' He reached down and pressed a button on his desktop panel. Suddenly the fire alarm rang out, and sprinklers filled the room with some form of foam substance. Harker was taken offguard, his plan foiled. He considered trying to dive through the door to his left, but before he moved an inch the guard fired, blasting Harker in the chest with a bean bag round. Harker flew backward, the bottle and maul both truth away from his grip. He crashed in to a cabinet, and fell to the ground, out cold. ''It's a good job you're wanted alive, Mr Harker,'' the man said, looking down at his captive. He stopped the sprinklers and frowned as he wiped the foam from his shoulders. ''Ensure he is properly restrained, and ensure he has no further surprises up his sleeve,'' the man said to his guard. The guard nodded and moved to manacle Harker. ''Oh, and Jones?'' ''Yes, sir?'' ''Tell whoever didn't frisk him that they're fired.'' ''Very good, sir.'' OOC: Nice try, admittedly didn't see that coming, and it forced me in to a quick rethink.
A25 VS Torek "DON'T KNOW WHEN TO ZOGGIN QUIT BEAKY! " With a fistful of Kroot lodged between both eyes and himself being blinded by it Mulch did what he knew best...and jumped. His position had placed him just low enough that he only needed a short hop to come down in a full body drop on Torek, that may hurt. A lot. VS Deff'Ead. "Scared uv a lil choppa are yaz? " Chuckling Mulch stabbed it through one of the arena's many abused and damaged trees. "Propah fist it is! " Charging forward he intended to meet his adversary head on, literally and figuratively with both hands outstretched to catch Deff'ead by his shoulders and haul him into a right proper headbutt.
A25 Torek fell back into the mud, a squawk of pain and resignation leaking out of his battered torso. There was a growl following shortly after it, "You win, Ork! Now get off of me!" A part of his was regretting having paid for Reshiel's treatment, his own income would be eaten up after this. When Mulch did rise, Torek followed the move shakily before beating a fist to his chest. And instantly regretting it. His beak clacked shut and he muffled his own pain. Stumbling back into the fighter's waiting area, he located the medic and glared at him, daring the man to comment on his condition. "Two or three broken ribs, human. Do what you need to." The Kroot sat back on a cot and tried to breathe easy. Honor to the Greenskin, then. Give it time and a few select meals, I'll be back on my feet stronger than ever.
A25 Vs Mulch "Lil? Iz as big a you are!" Deff'ead rubbed his hands together as he saw the other ork get ready. He decided to meet the charge with his own, trying an uppercut to his opponent's jaw\and kick to the knee as a followup instead.
OOC: Hmmm....too bad that one molotov still went off since my maul would of gone through the foam and hit it and the field would ignite it causing the desk to still burst into flames albeit be the only thing to be on fire temporarily which would probably cause both of them to at least take cover temporarily. I would say since my toughness is high enough and I'm assuming these are same level as me opponents, I would then recover fast enough albeit wounded to at least use my final trump card....the remote detonation! As a veteran of countless siege battles, I have many ace cards. This one happens to be that even without fuel on the bike, the energy cell on it is still powerful enough to start a small ignition and since I happened to park it next to a vendor which would have a canvas area, I just started a fire outside...you better hope you guys can outrun the Arbites and Magistratum plus since this IS the pit arena, the other PCs are there too....so...how 'bout we call this a draw? Also, who the fuck places a fire alarm remote activation ON thier desk. Wouldn't that be on the wall by the door? You probably also fucked up your own plan of making it out of there unnoticed since you DID activate a fire alarm which would notify local law enforcement and cause the pit arena to be evacuated as per regulation. Those things tend to be very noticeable. -Coming around several minutes later, Harker coughed out thick globs of phlegm onto the ground and tried to wipe off the excess only to find out his hands were shackled behind him. Pulling experimentally on them, he realized they were standard issue Arbites shackles which he had tons of experience breaking out of. Looking up to see the guard who shot him standing watch as the other guards were busy trying to make a cordon in the crowd of people evacuating the building, Harker started grinning again.- "Hey pussy, come over here. I'm not done with you yet. What's the matter? Afraid a man in shackles is going to beat the shit out of you? Too scared to take on one guy strapped in a chair? Pathetic...you're grox shit you know that? If all it takes to be a guard these days is just wearing a uniform then we must live in a very fucked up time!" -continues antagonizing the guard until he finally breaks- "You really want a beating that bad then I'll give it to you." -placing down the shotgun on the wall and taking out a small baton used for crowd control, the guard begins to walk towards Harker and attempt to teach him a lesson.- -Counting down the seconds until the guards in range, Harker slumps into the chair to give him as much room as possible for when he springs his trap. As the guard reaches range, Harker bolts out of the chair using the velocity to send both himself and the chair towards the guard knocking both of them onto the ground. Rolling with the velocity, Harker slides the cuffs off the chair as he rolls on the ground and gets behind the guard who is still slightly dazed. As the guard gets up, he finds Harker trying to get a neck hold on him and headbutts Harker in the face. Slightly blinded but still persistent, Harker brings the chains towards him putting pressure on the guards neck. Tightening his hold as the guard continues to try and break the dead lock, Harker eventually strangles the man to death. Snapping his neck for good measure, Harker then presses the small stud on the inner ring of the locking mechanism and causes the shackles to loosen just enough for him to slide his hands out. Looting the corpse and grabbing the shotgun, Harker racks a fresh shell into place and then proceeds outside...-
OOC: Here we go again? The foam stopped the fire before it spread beyond the cocktail itself, and that was put out by the same foam pretty much instantly. Who knows what sort of controls he has on his desk. He doesn't have to go anywhere unnoticed, that was never mentioned as any sort of goal. Who knows what the fire regulations are in 40k, or how far that alarm could be heard from? It wasn't even on very long, he could easily pass it off as a drill. He clearly has several armed guards and a private area, he's well dressed and blatantly wealthy, so who would question him? Perhaps he 'owns' the local law enforcement. Perhaps his area is sound proofed, with a completely separate alarm system. So no, it's not a draw. You argue at every turn, and it's annoying as hell. Any other player takes what is given to them, and tries to make the best of it. But you just argue, every single time. You refuse to suspend disbelief, and fall back on writing huge posts (most of which I frankly don't bother to read, they tend to deviate in to spouting nonsense about irrelevant subjects) explaining why you're right and I'm not. You want every single detail explained, even when it doesn't need to be, and even when you're proven as wrong you refuse to ever back down. You're not proving yourself to be a particularly good team player, as you believe your way and your thoughts should overrule anyone else's, specifically mine. Your guy is unconscious and restrained, and no matter what you argue (again) I have one power which trumps anything else you can muster: I am the GM.
A25 Mulch ran right into the uppercut and would of probably crashed into Deff'ead if it weren't for the slippery ground and ensuing kick that threw him off his feet. Sliding, rolling and overall cursing his way across muddy earth. Kicking up clods of mud and stone the Ork gets back to his feet, spitting out even more of the soggy soil. Right, timez to get kunnin.... Of course Mork was a bit too busy being locked in a headlock by Gork at the time to provide him a measure of such so instead Deff'ead charged forward....again! Once more with feeling unto the fray, this time he didn't come right on the full way, breaking right during his rush he made to tackle Deff'ead from the side. If he could get him down into the ground with the impact good ol fashion mulching would ensue!
A25 Deff'ead was proud of his technique, and was quite surprised that Mulch was trying seemingly the same tactic again. Well if it worked once... Deff'ead once again prepared himself and threw his uppercut into his opponents face. Or at least, where he thought Mulch's face was. The other ork had gone to the side at the last moment and dodged his punch, before the freeboota could get his kick in the other ork was already upon him. Deff'ead crashed into the ground with Mulch on top of him, but as it was muddy the damage was not too severe. He recovered quickly and decided, that fistfighting was a better approach than wrestling against someone called Mulch. Using both hands Deff'ead tried to peel his attacker off him by grabbing his opponents head and pushing it back, he thought about gouging Mulch's eyes at the same time but that was for a battle, not a tournament and definitely not against a friend.
