Creators in the Ring - RPLOG
Participants
Date
15/3/479
Log
The tournament grounds are lit up like noon day in the fading light of the evening. A huge, open pavillion has been set up and stadium seating erected with hundreds of beings gathered in the stands along with a sizeable contingent of Creators. Some mingle with the beings, wearing ordinary clothes, but many more sit apart, wearing their odd fashions and fiddling with strange devices. A number of bizarre, flying machine servitors fly around the area, going about unknowable errands.
A table for contestants is off to the side of the stands and many beings wait in five lines for their turn.
Kazel smirks at the display, this is promising to be the most fun she had in weeks. The rodent joins the shortest of the lines for the contestants and lets her gaze fall upon the creators. Rare to see that many at once.
Crux strides in, wearing little more than a pair of well reinforced pants. He looks around, jaw tense, sticking his hand into his pocket to draw out a pair of brass knuckles. He slides one onto one hand, another onto the other and flexes his hands, assuming a fighting stance and throwing a few punches into the air. He looks at them and shrugs, walking over to stand in line.
Stepping into the line just behind the Crux would be a certain orange feline known as Lidara, whose eyes travel across the gathered crowd of beings and Creators alike with an evident sense of wonder in his eyes. It was definitely his first time seeing something like this... and exactly how fit he was to be a contestant here. At the moment, he wasn't wearing his usual backpack, leaving him without any equipment other than his robes, some brass knuckles worn on his right hand and a guisarme on his back... the later of the three he wasn't even quite sure if he could have. But if he wasn't supposed to have it, they'd stop him, right?
"No weapons, no magic, step on the plate, please," says a bored looking Creator as the three hopeful contestants reach the front of the line, "That includes your BRASS KNUCKLES," he says, the little translator machine hovering by his head translates as he speaks. As each being steps up, he consults a glass plate in his hands and nods. "Rat," he starts, "Middle weight. Ox, Heavyweight, and the cat is in Bantam weight." He points out three different fighting rings where beings wait their turns, and some walk away, licking their wounds.
Kazel cracks her knuckles and steps to the ring she was pointed at. She drops the staff she brought in case they were allowed at its side and waits for her turn.
Crux looks at his knuckles and shrugs, drawing them off and absently discarding them to the ground. "Works for me," he grunted, drawing his arms over his head and stretching out as he walked to the ring. Cracks and pops from his joints, drawing himself into the ring. He stands at the edge and bounces up and down, then walks to a corner, leaning back into it. Though fur cover his eyes, his brows shift as he looks around, curious about who he was fighting. He'd not seen many creators, and wondered just how big one would be that would stand against him.
Lidara gives a nod to the Creator, setting both the guisarme and knuckles off to the side. The feline does pause for a moment though, and, finally realizing who the ox in front of him was, finally waves and says, "Oh, hi Crux! Good luck!" After that though, he'd quickly make his way over to the ring pointed out to him, giving a quick stretch and crack of his knuckles as he does so. For the moment, the cat simple waits to be called into the ring, practicing a few different fighting stances as he does so.
There are a total of nine fighting arenas, each set up for one-on-one matches. It is not long before the trio are waved toward their respective rings.
Kazel's opponent is a medium sized Creator in loose fitting trousers and bare chested. His forearms and hands are carefully wrapped, as are his legs and feet. He is currently waving at the audience and talking to one of the little flying machines. He is bald, and it looks like his nose has been broken more than once.
Crux's opponent is worryingly large! Did Creators actually come in that size? He looks almost like someone shaved an ape being! The enourmous man is lounging on a stool and watches Crux climb into the ring.
Lidara seems to have lucked out! His opponent is a petite woman with dark skin and long, dark dreadlocks. She grins and the cat and gives a wink, raising her fists to fight.
Kazel cracks her knuckles and steps into the arena, a smirk on her lips. She eyes the creator up and down and gives a short bow to him, before readying herself and taking her battle stance.
Crux looks to the feline and smirks, nodding his head at Lidara. "And to you too sir," he said in a deep timbre. His eyes come to rest on the creator opposite him in the ring, his brows raising up to get a better look at the creator. He chuckles and stands up straight, punching his right hand into his left and cracking his knuckles. "This ought to be interesting," he said with a wide grin. He takes a few steps away from the corner of the ring towards the center. He draws hooves together and bows to the large creator. "Let the best man win," he said respectfully and sincerely.
Lidara wears a small smile on his face as he steps into the ring, giggling and returning the woman's wink as he looks his opponent over quickly. The feline wasn't one to underestimate someone due to size though, and soon that grin would disappear as the feline adopts a more battle ready stance, his eyes narrowing slightly as he does so. He seemed to be watching his foe quite carefully, and his stance was one meant more for defense than offense. It seems he already had a bit of a read on the woman... or, at least, he seems to think he does.
The Creator facing off with Kazel raises his fists and starts to circle the rat, keeping an eye on her motions and her long tail. No bow here, but then, Creator traditions are probably different. He does not bounce like a boxer, but keeps low, with his fists and elbows protecting his face and ribs. Then he darts in with a speedy jab!
The behemoth facing Crux lumbers to his feet with only a grunt in greeting. Maybe he does not understand Crux's words. There is no warning, and no finesse as the giant charges at the musk ox!
The dark-skinned woman sways forward in a strange, dincing sort of step, weaving in a strange pattern as one of the flying machines swings around the ring. She makes a feinting punch toward Lidara then drops into a leg sweep!
Kazel is hit by the creator which has her surprised for a second, but she quickly positions herself at his side with quick step. At the same time the decoration on her shirt seems to vanish, leaving only white fabric as she takes a swing at the creator's spine with her left fist.
Kazel is hit by the creator which has her surprised for a second, but she quickly positions herself at his side with quick step. She reacts quickly and takes a strong swing at the creator's spine with her left fist.
Crux's hooves take a more steady stance as the creator stands, hoofs heavy and sure. He's surprised by the sudden lunge, taking a blow, but his large mitts grabbing at the creator's frame. He grunts at the impact but tries to use the large creator's momentuum to trip him up, leveraging it to throw the creator to the mat behind him.
