2nd Tenkaichi Bending-kai Heavyweight Division ~ Quarter-Final Rounds ~ Match 1 ~ Bailey vs. Tsumi

“Hello folks, and welcome to the first annual Tenkaichi Bending-Kai Heavyweight Quarter Finals! We are about to begin our First Match!” The announcer said into his microphone, the noise blasting over the roaring crowd. The battle would take place in a long, rectangular Imperial Arena. Sand covered the floor, and though rectangular, it had rounded edges. Stands stretched around the outside, and backed into the stands where the private boxes were was the Imperial Palace and the Emperor's Box, as well as mansions and palaces belonging to important nobles who also had their own private boxes attached to their homes.

The entire place was of made of sandstone and marble and was fabulously decorated. A massive golden brazier stood above the Emperor's Box, being supported by two Tengu. It was on fire, and the fire was said to never go out. It was white fire too. In the arena there were several pools of water around the edges. Many tricks and traps were riddled everywhere through this arena, to be activated by Mr. Showbiz's will.

“Today, we'll be witnessing the fierce battle between Trace Nightshadow and Knight. The gates will open on my mark. With the combatants set, and the battlefield ready for them, let's give them a warm welcome! Now before we begin, let's remind our fighters that they'll each have 500HP and will roll a random number of 50 instead of 20 for the Heavyweight Matches. Attack and Defence stay the same, at 10. Trace will have the honour of the first strike! Now without further ado...”

HP: 100

Spoiler:

Trace Nightshadow

Trace walked out slowly as the gate rose. She wasn't sure of her opponent and didn't want to go up against them the same way she did in the first battle. In case he or she had been watching. Sand, not Trace's best element. Actually, not even her element. 'I could turn it into a weapon if I had a heating source.' She thought as she looked over at the other gate. Trace waited just long enough for her opponent to take a few steps out of the gate before pulling spikes from the wall behind them toward their shoulders.

AP:

Random number (1,10) :

1

AS:

Random number (1,50) :

50

Knight, the undead servant of the Spirit King, slowly skulked out onto the battlefield. He had been permitted to keep his weapons, as his application had read “SWORD” under the field requiring his bending element. The officials, of course, had assumed that ‘sword-bending’ was some new art form, they hadn’t heard of, and that his weapons acted as metal storage, similar to a waterbender storing water in a pouch, for use at a later date.

His armor clanked gently, as he walked outward, toward the open portion of the arena.
A spike emerged from the wall behind him. In response, he quickly rolled to the side, drawing his bow, and firing a shot at his opponent. He made no attempts at banter- such things were reserved for the mortals he worked to protect. Instead, he simply observed, face obfuscated by his helmet.


Accuracy:

Random number (1,10) :

7

Damage:

Random number (1,50) :

44

Remaining Chi: 1

Defense:

Random number (1,10) :

1

HP: 66

Spoiler:

Trace Nightshadow

Trace watched as he dodged the spike and smiled. 'Good, atleast he's a strong opponent.' She thought as she saw the arrow flying toward her. 'Arrows? What?' She turned to run but in her shock she was a hair too slow. The arrow sank perfectly into her thigh with a rush of pain. She looked down at the arrow for a moment before letting the pain fill her up with rage. Coming back to her senses, Trace moved quickly to send several different sized boulders at mixed speeds at him. 'He's going to be harder than I thought' She thought to herself as she watched the boulders fly through the arena at him.

AP:

Random number (1,10) :

7

AS:

Random number (1,50) :

36

Knight put up his shield, bracing for the attack. He managed to defend against the first one, but the rocks of larger size proved an issue. He was knocked back, off of his feet, and onto his face, his armor causing bright sparks to fly as he skidded across the ground. Picking himself up, he reached onto his belt, where was hanging the sharpened head of a halberd.

He flicked it outward, a pole extending out of the head in segments. He charged forward, shield up, and threw the halberd, aiming for Trace's stomach. He banked on Trace dodging it, to score a decent scrape across the side- one of the more painful, and therefore disorienting, weak points of the human body.

Accuracy:

Random number (1,10) :

7

Damage:

Random number (1,50) :

12

*Forgot our HP started at 500 and not 100. Trace's HP currently is 466 not 66.

Defense:

Random number (1,10) :

4