This is the epic battle between Isaiah the Angelic Hedgefox and Bartholomew "Blind" the Serval, broadcast for the world to watch and posted on the internet so it may be forever remembered!
Special Conditions
Death or knockout. full on fighting, which means everything is allowed. Super forms, weapons; if it's in your character page, it's useable. First one to drop loses.
Status: In Progress
Victor: ???
The Match
A tall figure stepped into the ring. His body was that of a yellow wild cat with a series of black spots with two lines going fown his back, and had extra large ears and a shorter cat tail. He wor very little, aside from a pair of white gloves, thick leather boots and a light blue headband tied over his eyes. He walked towards the center of the ring and awaited his opponent, with his extra large ears perked up. "Normal fight, new opponent..." He muttered to himself.
"Oh, it's anything but normal." A laugh echoed through the colloseum as the figure stepped into the light. He was a green hedgefox, spines waving some in the wind, his tail slowly moving back and forth. He wore a white tee-shirt and blue jeans, a sword sheath empty across his left hip. His light metal blade he held in one hand, leaned against his shoulder in a form of relaxation. He smiled lightly, slipping his free hand into his pocket. "Welcome to the ring, you can call me Isaiah."
The serval looked at the hedgefox, "You are my opponent, correct? I trust you will give me a good fight." He says with a smirk. He remained in a disciplined and rigid posture in the middle of the ring, "Is there a bell or other signal to start? Or do we just begin?" He asked.
Isaiah shrugged, shifting his sword on his shoulder, still smiling. "Nope, se just start. When you're ready, I do trust you'd like to make the first move, good sir." He dropped his sword down, sheathing it. "I don't think I'll be needing this until later."
Blind held open his palms, s if preparing something. "Alright, begin. And no, I do not make the first attack." In front of his hands two small portals appeared and a pair of blue and purple gloves shot out. He quickly slipped off his white ones and put the multi-colored ones on. He then crouched down, witing to "see" what happened next.
Isaiah laughed, standing there relaxed. "Looks like we're gonna make this a stand-off. Too prideful to think you haven't met your match? Rather annoying that is." He frowns, crossing his arms. "Well, I'm gonna go check out the surroundings." He goes and walks along the walls nonchalantly, not caring for whether he attacks or not.
"I never said you were not a proper match, I just prefer not to attack. I will of wanted though." He said while stanting still. His ears pivoted to follow Isaiah's every movement, like a radar. "Whenever you're ready..." He commented.
Isaiah ran his hand along the wall, circling the arena. "Wow, if there was a crowd here, we would have bored them half to death...oh right, we're on live television. Well, might as well not keep them waiting." In a flash he drew a knife from under his shirt and threw it with great force at Blind.
Blind immediately jumped up into the air, easily clearing the knife. One ear followed it as it bounced off the ground behind him. Expecting another attack he landed in a crouched position with both hands readied.
Isaiah laughed and clapped, both noises ringing out around the room as he cleared the distance between him and Blind in almost an instant, standing in front of him, half floating in the air. He smiled. "Good show, son. Can you hear a fly break wind in Africa with those things?" He jumped over Blind and walked over to grab his knife nonchalantly.
Blind was slightly shocked at this, but turned to face Isaiah. He stood still for a second, but then cherged with three long strifed and threw a kick directly at the spot between his wings. Strangely, his movement was silent, and there was no ground tremble, giving no indication that way.
Isaiah felt the wind hit him just before the sound hit his ears, he had just stood up from grabbing the knife and only had time to turn around as Blind's foot instead collided with his chest and sent him flying into the wall. After the dust cleared, Isaiah stepped back out, wiping some blood from his mouth, a cold anger split across his face. He smiled, almost sadistically as he stated: "Alright then, you want a fight. I'll give you a fight." He threw the dagger again, this time drawing his sword in a flash and dashing after it, going for a driving stab attack at Blind using the dagger as a distraction.
Blind this time hopped up, backwards, over the knife, arcing in a flip and landed, twisting his body to the side, right as the stab went for him. He immediately put his hand on the side of the blade and hopped back, to avoid the slash he was sure would follow.
Isaiah had expected the gloves to be used for, but followed through as he expected with a slash, he then continued in a 360 and let go of the sword, letting it fly at him directly after he had jumped back, followed by a focus blast of mana to push the sword on it's path faster and give an extra hit to the attack.
Blind blocked the blade of the sword with his hands, but then when the mana hit it blew the tip so it sliced into his right chest, stopping at the rib. He gripped at the blade again and tried to throw it to the side while he felt the pain to see how serious it was.
Isaiah looked on, walking over to him, his anger still bore on his face as he readied another shot. "You don't have time to lick your wounds, kid." He let out another larger blast, deciding not to recreate his sword, feeling it to be overkill in a fair match.
Blind dropped to the ground, landing on his back, just as the blast was fired. While down, he took the opportunity to spin on his hip, sending a tripping kick flying at the heels of Isaiah. "Licking my wounds? It's been a while since I bled." He said as he continued the spin, regardless of hitting or not, onto his hands and vaulted into the air.
Isaiah watched as he picked up his sword coldly, he dashed up to him again, smiling almost sadistically. "You forget, what speed I have on ground, is faster in the air." Instead of slashing at him, he threw a right hook, aiming for Blind's chest to strike him back down to the ground. "And everybody bleeds, it just takes the right hit."
Hearing Isaiah approach he spun around, sending a spin kick to knock the hand aside. He continued the kick, aiming for his head on the second time around.
Isaiah grabbed his foot, swinging him around at an alarmingly fast speed. He then lets go, trying to throw him back down to the ground.
Blind sailed through the air, spinning gracefully. He effortlessly landed on his feet and slid back, making it appear that he either wanted that to happen, or ws just agile enough in the air to land. He held up his left hand, looking like he was going to snap his fingers.
Isaiah straightened up, making the same move. He grinned, knowing that what his snaps could do relied entirely around what he wanted. Isaiah snapped first, setting off an explosion right in front of Blind's face, flying back and landing on the other side of the arena.
Blind took the blow with not very much damage, seeing that his eyes were protected. This however, did throw him off, and instead he brought both hands down onto the ground, sending a tremor and visible shockwave at Isaiah. The shockwave took the form of a broad line in the dirt, heading directly for Isaiah. Preparing for him to dodge, Blind got up immediately and launched a pressure wave through the air at the direction he dodged.
Isaiah dodged as he intended and threw up his arms into a swinging motion, to throw out a mana wave to block the oncoming attack. He landed and rolled. Jumpinig up and diving at Blind, his sword back in hand as he swung down on him quickly.
Blind brought up his hands, catching the blade in the palm of them. At the same time, he brought up a leg aiming a swift kick to Isaiah's gut or chest. He then pushed the blade to the side, and jumped the other way.
Isaiah dodged the foot just barely. As his blade was released, he swung it back around with relative ease and lunged at him again, moving almost in a flash again to appear behind him and attack him from behind, swing in a down spiral arc on his back.
Blind spun around just in time to catch the blade, but the force drove him down to a knee. Holding the blade above his head, a blast of disorienting sound shot from his mouth, directly at Isaiah's face.
Isaiah flew back, landing and sliding some, a bit disoriented. He stood up, growling some. He shook his head and walked back over to him. "Sword please?" He seemed to be relaxed, a bit angry, but otherwise relaxed.
Blind tossed the blade up into the air, so the hndle would go to Isaiah. He held a hand behind him and a small portal opened. A sword with the sword with two parallel, split blades fell out and into the back-handed grip of the feline. He brought it to the front of his body with a fluid motion, and held it in a way the the flat of the blade rested against his forearm.
Isaiah ignored his intimidating move, not caring for it. He only glared at him silently, almost waiting for an attack. He then finally slipped his sword back into his sheath and turned around, walking away, out towards the wall.
Blind looked puzzled, pondering if it was a trick. He stood where he was, not moving, waiting for for the hedgefox to rutn around and strike. To get his attention he raised a sound around Isaiah's ears. It would sound like high-pitched microphone feedback and might be painful.
He winced slightly, stopping to pick at his ringing ears, but continued along shortly after, heading for the entrance. "This battle is over, unless you can learn to do something other than the display you just showed me. It was pathetic, honestly."
Blind scrunched his nose up in some anger. He reared his arm back and hurled the blade in a spinning arc at Isaiah.
Isaiah spun around, only barely being able to block it with his own blade, smiling. "Oh good, you grew a pair and moved to offensive. Maybe this fight will get somewhere now." He laughed, stepping back forward.
Blind rushed forward, without the weapon. He took several small, rapid steps in various directions, as if he was trying to cover where he was going to attack from, exactly.
Isaiah watched him silently, not moving. He wished to see just how well Blind's offense would turn out to be trained. He smiled softly as he sheathed his sword, opening up for any attack.
Blind neared and when in striking distance, he raised his right foot up in a flash and kicked forward, but then immediately jerked it back around, sending a crescent kick towards Isaiah's right jaw.
Isaiah took the hit, rolling back and flying into the wall to the right. He laughed loudly and stepped back out again, readjusting his jaw and biting down. "Good, finally a decent charge. Looks like this fight isn't something totally worthless. Now, let's see if we can't finish this fight with something?"
"Quite...." He replied, stepping forward and picking up his blade.
Isaiah unsheathed his own again, charging at him, a gust of wind firing back as he stepped off, aiming for a running slash down his left side.
Blind gripped theblade in one hand and followed the movement. With his his left hand he blocked the slash with the sword, and with his right, he threw a punch at the side of Isaiah's pssing head.