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Round 1: Pure Digimon Showdown [Ban vs. Cion]
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 1, 2018 18:16:11 GMT
Ban remained silent, as his opponent seemed to stop her attempts to pursue attacks, as he had prepared to protect himself with his bare hands, but seemingly for no reason, as he was coated in an ability he had no chance to avoid, but it wasn’t offensive in nature. In fact, many of the cuts and grazes covering his body sealed up. He stayed silent, listening to her questions, as the tendrils released him, his only thought being: “I should not have spoken up.” He sighed, Cranking his shoulder, now free of the tendrils and other restraints, as well as opening and closing his sword arm, enjoying the freedom of not having an arrow in his hand. He stared at his opponent, staying silent for a long time before eventually speaking up, in a low growl, “I call myself Ban. I seek a world where strength is obsolete. And for that, I came here to learn just how powerful I was.” He explained, quite cryptically, as he examined his arms and legs, “I’m sure this was not your intention, but your kindness is an insult to me. This was a contest of strength, but you went and restored your opponent’s wounds. I don’t mean much offense, but I would have preferred succumbing to my wounds.” He explained, politely, as he flexed his fingers outwards.
He grabbed the back of his head, and stretched his neck by turning his head both ways, “Well, since the mood is already gone, I suppose I can afford to hear your next question…” He shrugged, before stamping the ground, “... after we finish this match.” he finished his sentence, as he took a stance, and struggled to relight his fading fire, as a result of pausing the fight and being healed by his opponent. He wasn’t much for entertainment, but he understood the people in the crowd didn’t come here to watch a verbal debate.
This fox-like foe continued to surprise him in this match, whether she was throwing out magic ability after trap, while constantly keeping a relatively safe distance. At this point, he understood what kind of tricks she had in store, but she had likewise seen all of his tricks, and she was virtually untouched from the whole fight. Now, she stopped fighting completely, to have a casual conversation with her foe. He couldn’t be sure what her intentions were here, but something felt off with her behavior throughout the fight, even her fighting style. Could it be she was personally evaluating him for something? And if they had stopped fighting, had he passed this “trial”? No, that couldn’t be it. That’s just his arrogance speaking, once more. If he had learned one thing in this fight, he needed to sharpen his mind.
Ability Used: N/A
Active Passive: Valiant Heart (Passive: attack increases the more severely damaged Leomon becomes, Current status: above-moderate boost to attack)
Durations: N/A
Cooldowns: Beast King’s Shield 1/3
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Post by Cion on Feb 1, 2018 21:05:12 GMT
Cion was unable to refrain from chuckling at Ban's statement after his instruction. For sure a stern warrior like him was not very talkative, and the blame he imposed himself for pausing the fight was evident. Yet it was not wisdom or admirable qualities that he lacked to express himself properly, but more something akin to uncertainty and musing. His familiar impetus was an aspect the Sagitamon shared with him, and in her eyes it was worth pursuing to establish perpetual harmony throughout the digital world. Yet his methods were... questionable, although they likely originated from his inherent nature.
The vulpine digimon did not perceive the Leomon's words as cryptic, as they contained a passion they shared though expressed differently. While her adversary did not appear to trust in others to serve as valiant sentinels of serenity, she held great trust in her friends, family and companions. It was not strength alone which could destroy the need for it, but the commitment of many to end it by choice. Organizations such as P.R.O.F.I.T. and AEGIS were the first step towards a wonderful future... but she was confident someone as adroit as her opponent would realize that someday.
Still, it was amusing that a digimon of the Champion-level was already trying to fathom how powerful it was despite the inconceivable potential it had yet to unlock. Some people would call it naive, some on the other hand applaudable. Cion meanwhile thought of it as meaningless, since there was always room to improve oneself, no matter how difficult it was. Then again, if it was Ban's drive to push beyond his boundaries, then his reason to be here was superb. Contentment was a joy to be earned after all.
At the Leomon's grave explanations, the Sagitamon let out an audible, delighted giggle as she closed her eyes. Slightly leaning backwards, she gently shook her head with a rapt smile. She was evidently not making fun of him nor was she belittling his ambitions, impressions and statement of purpose. No - she understood exactly where the feline fighter was coming from. Millennia old memories of a foolishly proud Impmon amidst vast city ruins returned to her, bringing its own body close to demise due to relentless, cruel training. Gosh, if someone as smart as Owen and the others had not been there for him back then... well perhaps it was not too late to teach another a lesson of a bygone universe.
"If this was truly just a contest of strength, I'd simply digivolve and end our struggle." She responded matter of factly, confident that this tournament was so much more than a contest of power. After all, hundreds of spectators were watching them with awe. They inspired people to have faith in trust and confidence, and certainly members of the sponsoring company were evaluating those willing to participate here. For the silver marksman, it was also simply a means of enjoying herself. No... there was a reason why enemies faced each other on equal terms. This tourney - and life itself - were about more than mere might.
Delighted to have at least her first question heeded, Cion let out a pleased sigh when Ban openly refused to answer the second one before the battle had ended. Honestly, what else was there to show? They practically knew each other in and out, meaning the rest was merely a test of sharpness. The first one to slip up was the one to lose, both of them possessing abilities which could assure defeat of their respective opponent. But... so be it...
"A fading fire jaded and drained - is it but fervor that keeps you sustained?" She asked cryptically, not expecting to receive an answer as she reached her empty hand out towards him. A gentle breeze appeared to carry a radiant melody itself, the howling of winds contorting into a pleasant hymn. As once before, most of the arena got covered in immaterial, elysian flora which fed of everything except its creator. "If it is combat, insular and ashen - then it won't be I to deny you your passion."
She wondered if the Leomon grasped what she was trying to tell him - that assiduous zeal had to come from within for any effort to be channeled into something of purpose. If the only reason the fire within the warrior's heart burned was because of opposition, then he'd never be able to achieve anything worthwhile by himself. It was a lesson, once tainted by grudge, sorrow and exasperation... that had taken her over a thousand years to learn.
Battle Log:
Move: - Cion uses 'Protective Glade' to transform the arena - Does not utilize combat-passive ability 'Spirit Arrow Storm'.
Buffs: 1) Protective Glade: Small Bonus Armor 2) Protective Glade: Small Increase to Healing & Regeneration for every enemy inside Debuffs: 1) /
Active Effects On Leomon: 1) 'Spirit Arrow Storm' - Lodged Arrows: 0 2) 'Protective Glade' - Constant Marginal Stamina Loss 3) /
Cooldowns: 1) Bracing Repose 1/1 2) Protective Glade 0/3 3) / 4) / 5) /
Durations: 1) Protective Glade 1/3 2) /
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 2, 2018 3:25:43 GMT
Ban shrugged, sighing, "You misunderstand me. I said I wanted to thoroughly understand my limits, physical and otherwise. And Thanks to you I now comprehend a flaw that could get me killed. I hold too much value in my strength. I am arrogant with my fists." He stated, gripping his blade, resolutely facing the fact that that one flaw of his had caused every one of his failures thus far, every mistake was out of his own deluded belief that his experience in this world made him somehow superior to any others, but she had slapped him out of that delusion, and he felt he owed her great respect for that sort of ability. "Enough poetry. Words can mean anything, misunderstanding them is inevitable. I've learned more from you from combat." He declared, as she set up that irritating field from before. Already? Well, no matter. This battle was almost over, anyways. "We can converse afterwards." He reassured her, as he started walking towards her, before he started walking towards her, slowly building up his pace, before eventually breaking out into a run, once more, he was forcing himself to close distance between the two.
He knew for a fact she could force distance between the two instantly, but he was actually counting on it. So far, she was only reacting to his attacks, so maybe he should flip the switch. He dashed at her, not even attempting to dodge to either side, as he performed a short hop, and turning his frame, as he tucked his right leg forward, pointing his clawed toes away from her, as he shifted his weight onto that leg, as he raised the other, and extended it, in a running side-kick. This attack was merely an attempt to pressure her into using one of her defensive abilities, favorably her barrier, but her energy wave would be acceptable, as simply a stalling technique. He prepared his blade with his right, which was currently out of her line of sight to counter any small arrows she'd inevitably launch.
He knew better than to call this a perfect strategy, but it did have promise, and was virtually his only option at this point, which means she could very likely have already guessed his intentions. Oh well, regardless, he had learned much today, and he could easily see her winning this tournament, with her intellect, experience, and ability could outlast many opponents. But not him. Not yet.
Ability Used: Crushing Kick (Kicks opponent fiercely, no cooldown)
Active Passive: Valiant Heart (Passive: attack increases the more severely damaged Leomon becomes, Current status: above-moderate boost to attack)
Durations: N/A
Cooldowns: Beast King’s Shield 2/3
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Post by Cion on Feb 4, 2018 13:09:11 GMT
"Well then I am glad to have helped." Cion responded openly with a winning smile, happy to know that she had lent Ban a hand in discovering more about himself to break past his boundaries. For what purpose beyond his own desires was not yet apparent, but the Leomon did not seem like a vile creature who wished to utilize power solely for its own benefits. He was rash for sure, but he evidently also carried a strong sense of honor which might manifest into duty and morale as well. There was great potential, but as many other things it inherently contained the possibilities of misuse and wastage.
As her adversary continued to speak, expressing his wish to continue and end the fight at hand, the Sagitamon briefly close her eyes as her smile shifted into a wide grin. "As you wish." She answered with a tone of wonder in her voice. Surrounded by her supportive radiance, Cion looked forward to see if her opponent was capable of fueling himself with the fiery fervor to emerge victoriously, or if there were still so many lessons the feline warrior had to learn and internalize. Either way... she was inquisitive about the result.
The vulpine archer beheld accumulating speed, relentlessly rushing towards her like he had always done before. Certainly he had learned from his past mistakes and had thought of something during their time of respite - but what? Was this ambush an act of deception, or was he counting on her overthinking things? There was the chance that it was something else entirely, but she could not put a finger on them. The way the silver digimon saw it, she had to defend herself one way or the other - and there was doubt her vortex would function again without preliminary work.
With the sideways kick inching towards her, Cion decided to raise an arm and threw it against the Leomon's incoming leg. A mere blink of an eye before impact, the prismatic formed itself around her limb, saving her alongside the zone from incoming damage upon collision. Yet the force itself pushed her backwards, sliding over the ground a meter or two - although the same was likely to occur to her adversary as well since the other half of the pushing force got reflected back to him.
With her barrier shattering, the Sagitamon hastily aimed her bow at Ban, not targeting any specific region before launching one of her signature spirit arrows at him.
Battle Log:
Move: - Cion uses 'Prismatic Shield' to protect herself - Utilizes combat-passive ability 'Spirit Arrow Storm'.
Buffs: 1) Protective Glade: Small Bonus Armor 2) Protective Glade: Small Increase to Healing & Regeneration for every enemy inside Debuffs: 1) /
Active Effects On Leomon: 1) 'Spirit Arrow Storm' - Lodged Arrows: 0 or 1 2) 'Protective Glade' - Constant Marginal Stamina Loss 3) /
Cooldowns: 1) Protective Glade 1/3 2) / 3) / 4) / 5) /
Durations: 1) Protective Glade 2/3 2) /
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 4, 2018 19:58:33 GMT
Ban couldn't help but notice how his opponent now seemed too tired to dodge out of the way of attacks, and, for a moment, he thought his kick had landed, before he processed the fact she had raised her barrier, at the last moment. He was pushed back, and so was she, both unable to stop their momentum. At first, it would seem that Ban's ranged disadvantage was back, with this ability shoving the two away from each other, but that wasn't a problem anymore. He skidded on the leg he had braced himself on, but he swiftly stepped back, planting his other foot on the ground behind him, his sword arm abandoned the hilt it was grasping in favor of him just showing his palm to his opponent, blocking the arrow, as it pierced straight through the center of his hand. He then shifted his weight, focusing all of his remaining energy on his left, as he turned his entire body into his actual attack, "Fist of The Beast King." He stated, almost whispering, as he swung his arm, firing the same concentrated ball of energy, before the lion's mane of fire flapped outwards, and the lion face roared at it's target.
"I am... truly glad we have met, and fought today." He thought, his eyes showing no other emotion other than deep gratitude towards his foe, before the explosion rang out across the ring. Regardless of the result of the attack, this would have consumed his remaining stamina, and he reverted to his rookie form, Elecmon, but he still refused to fall, each of his legs looking as though they will buckle at any time, but he still denied his body any rest, until he saw if his attack worked, at least, end if it didn't... Well, he would just have to keep fighting, regardless of his physical condition.
Ability Used: Fist of The Beast King (Fires an aura in the shape of a lion’s head from his fist, heavy impact, Cool down: 2 posts)
Active Passive: Valiant Heart (Passive: attack increases the more severely damaged Leomon becomes, Current status: above-moderate boost to attack)
Durations: N/A
Cooldowns: Beast King’s Shield 2/3 Fist of The Beast King 0/2
Other: Ran out of stamina to maintain champion form, Degenerated to rookie.
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Post by Cion on Feb 8, 2018 17:28:55 GMT
Strangely enough, despite knowing how much it would hurt, it was with a confident smile that Cion watched the blast of Ban's most powerful ability dash towards her. The raw energy it released scorched her artificial zone of protection, not that it truly matter since it was bound to cease after the end of the incoming attack anyway. No... there were not any worries on her mind. She had done an excellent job in making her adversary contemplate himself and his goals, had performed admirably in a contest she was built for to prevail in, and there were many beautiful things afterwards she could look forward to.
It was with mutual gratitude and acceptance that the explosion at first consumed every noise within the arena until it got left deadly silent. It had taken everything from the former Leomon, now an Elecmon, who only thanks to his stubbornness managed to remain standing. The vulpine archer did not fair better however, all of her powers having dissipated as she lay on the torn floor of their battlefield, her head protruding over the edge. For a moment, she was motionless and an easy target for any combatant to take advantage of... yet she too was a hard-bitten warrior.
initially only her hands and feet twitched before the motion surged through all of her limbs, reanimating her slightly. The effort and pain Cion went through to merely rise into a sitting position was clear as day, as was the amount of time it took her to actually accomplish the task. Taking in heavy, sore breaths, the wounded Sagitamon got engulfed in white light as she pushed her body to the extreme, barely able to stand on her shaking limbs. Her form shattered, leaving behind a much smaller, cuter version of herself called Arnamon, although she was equally as bruised as before.
With a strained, proud smirk, faint laughter escaped her muzzle. Slowly, as she faced the weaker stage of her opponent, she elevated her right hand, giving him the typical peace sign many humans greeted or bid farewell to each other with. "Good fight..." Was all she managed to let out. And then... it was over. Closing her eyes the silver beast digimon granted herself absolution, tumbling backwards and falling past the border of the arena into the soft grass beneath. Funnily enough, she did not even feel the impact, maybe due to her body being too exhausted.
She remained there, waiting for medicmons with healing abilities to arrive and mend their injuries. However, she wondered if her honorable adversary would be there as well to display the same respect she would have shown him.
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Post by Ban/Double D on Feb 9, 2018 3:31:14 GMT
Ban stood, realizing he wasn't on the verge of collapsing from damage, he was just exhausted. It was amusing, thinking about how he was almost defeated by such a peaceful fighting style. Well, it just went to show just what kind of things he should have expected to run into, at some point, and his inexperience in some areas. For a moment, he felt cold, ruthless dread as his foe started moving again, gesturing towards him, complimenting the battle, before she fell. He tried to chuckle, but ended up gasping for air, "Indeed... Absolutely... Extraordinary." he puffed, leaning forwards, as his hind legs were somehow more tired than his forelegs, as they had done much more work than the other pair.
She had him chasing his tail for most of this fight, that was undeniable, and she found the strength to temporarily stand, at the end of it all. She was a remarkable warrior, and if this battle had been more in her favor, as a supporter, he wasn't too doubtful that she would have managed to defeat him and whatever champion level partner he had. He forced himself to look around, before he inhaled, deeply, before yelling out "The fight is over! Where are the medic digi... digimon!?" He stuttered, on the last two words, and staggered, his speech becoming slurred, for a moment, and his vision blurring before he shook his head, and regained his consciousness.
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Post by Cion on Feb 10, 2018 20:02:36 GMT
Absolutely extraordinary... yeah, that seemed about right in Cion's point of view. Though she had lost this battle, which was the first arena fight of her current existence, she felt like she had no reason so be sad or ashamed. The vulpine digimon had entertained the masses with her combat artistry, had given her best to show the competence and honor of the organization she belonged to, and she was content to have lost to a respectable, if yet unrefined soul such as Ban. Besides, the experiences they both had made were far more valuable than any thousand or two bits that were at stake.
As the two of them were treated by digital monster with the ability to heal others, it did not take long before Arnamon got back up on her feet to beat dust out of her smooth fur and white pelt. It was with a beaming, winning grin that she looked at the Elecmon and then to her dearly beloved brother, Owy the Gaomon, and her cutiepie-nephew Logan the Offmon who had been watching her and cheering her on all this time. Heck, the tiny ball of affection had even crafted a flag in the image of her ocarina, which was just absolutely adorable.
Greeting them with a classic peace-sign, she turned to her new acquaintance for one final time. "Welp, time to bid you adieu. I had a bet with my kiddo. If I would win at least one match, then we'd have dinner at a fancy restaurant. If not, then Burgermon King. Guess I gotta face my whopper then." She explained with a gleeful chuckle, waving her paw at him. "If you want to join later, it's just on the other side of the street. I'm sure Logy would wanna meet ya. In any case... tata!"
And it was with these carefree words that happy and satisfied Cion left the stage. After all, far more than strength itself it were the pleasures beyond it which kept her pushing forward. And what greater joy then spending time together with those you hold dear to the heart - or better said core in the case of digimons. It was the very reason, despite her many doubts and innermost pains, she was still carrying her ancient green scarf with utmost pride.
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Spire
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An In-Spire-ation to Us All
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OOC Name: Spiraga™
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Post by Spire on Feb 12, 2018 2:05:09 GMT
This match has concluded, Ban wins and advances to the next round, Cion will have a second chance in the loser bracket.
Ban gets 2000 bits. Cion gets 1000 bits.
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