[Closed] Galactic Tournament| Time: Afternoon| Weather: Raining

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

Smoke caught the powerful nose of Garlock, and he noticed a platform, old with age, on fire. He stepped onto a thick, gnarled branch, and with several steps he stood over the fire. He sniffed it, rubbing his hand through the dirt, the flying beast left no foot prints.

Garlock smash anyways.

He felt something singe his back, and grunted slightly in pain. Without turning around, Garlock began to clumsily climb a tall oak, careful to avoid fire.

[Mr. Fox]

Krapfen:
The beast emerged and began to climb nearby tree, after sidestepping some residual fire from the attack. Krapfen took careful aim as the air around him began to grow heavy with highly charged Electric Ether; moments later a powerful bolt flew from the cloud and slammed into the tree. He quickly followed it up with multiple Flare Blasts, as soon as the initial barrage was finished he charged towards the overgrown cow in the tree, Krapfen wanted a quick and decisive fight... As he grew closer to the tree he raised the sharpened spines on his arms preparing for a counter attack.

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

something was a miss, he could feel it. As he took another step, the tree trembled, causing him to fall, but he wasn't very high up. He hit the platform below him with a thud, the barrage of fire missing him. As he looked up, he noticed the astral charging him. On battle insinct alone he bellowed out.

Garlock crush!

Taking the totem off his back, he grabbed it by the mid section, and tried to slam the on coming astral with it!

[Mr. Fox]

Krapfen:
As expected his standard battle cry tore through the air as it grabbed it's weapon of choice, a huge totem like thing; Krapfen was confused as to how that could be used as an effective weapon. He calculated at the speed the both of them were moving they would meet in about thirty seconds, he started to gather Ice Ether around him to slow himself down and give him a few moments more time to plan out his next move.

The second the ice wore off he shot straight at the cow at max speed, when he reached five seconds from initial clash he formed a barrier with the surrounding ether. He could feel the drain on the ether supply as the shield formed; reminding him why he so rarely used it for this purpose. He braced for the impact of the weapon on his shield, the spikes on his arms grew in size, awaiting their moment...

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

Garlock could not break the barrier, a few cracks formed around it, but he could not break the barrier. He knew enough, and that this fight would be tough. With surprising agility, Garlock whirled the totem around, spinning at an angle wee the blow would clock the astral upside the head.

Garlock smash you!

[Mr. Fox]

Krapfen:
The barrier cracked under the pressure, but held. The force from the impact threw off his calculations causing his attack to miss it's mark by a few inches. He quickly backed off from a heavy barrage of attacks as the cow spun around with it's totem. Again he froze the air in the battle field and used the time to begin charging his power attack, when the time was right he'd shoot the cow in the face with it.

Faking a second attack he flew straight into the air firing bolts of lighting ether at the cow as he gained altitude. As he reached the peak of his climb he put himself into a nose dive and sped toward the target as break neck speeds, all the while he could feel the ether building up inside of him...

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

Bellowing in pain as the lightning bolts hit him, searing his fur and skin. He danced angrily, before bellowing.

Puny bird!

He drew the totem back behind his head, aiming carefully, before sending it hurtling straight towards the diving astral!

[Mr. Fox]

Krapfen:
He dove straight towards the totem, his calculations telling him to hit it straight on, if he moves even a little he'd miss with his Power Attack. He slammed into the totem, and nearly desynced from the impact alone, one way or another his was the end of this match. Getting closer to this target he could feel the Ether seeping out of every orifice of his body, just ready to explode...

And explode it did. the second he was in range he let it all go all at once. The powerful shock-wave tore through everything in it's path. Trees were torn from the ground, they took their roots with them as they were torn away. As the smoke cleared he felt sluggish, very sluggish; and the presence of ether couldn't be felt anymore, this was now a close combat fight...

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

Garlock braced himself, drawing his ax defensively in front of him. As the explosion went off, he was thrown back, and severely injured, but still standing. He panted, falling to one knee for a moment. Garlock stood back, he had to finish it.

GROUND RIPPER!

The ground split apart at the seams, sending junks of rock everywhere, it was all or nothing. Garlock hoped, as his ax dissolved......

[Tickles]

Hello, room service?...Yes I would like to place an order. Do you guys make sandwiches?....Ham and cheese, with water to drink....send it to room 512. Thank you.

Stan was relaxing in his room, happy to have slipped away from the media and other fighters. It was as though everyone wanted a piece of him, and he was glad to have this break from all the commotion.

Just once I would like someone to treat me like a person and not a celebrity.

The phone rang. Stan picked it up.

Mr. Masters, the chief of police is here. He has requested to see you.

Send him up. Just don't say my room number out loud.

As you wish.

He hung up the phone and took a seat by the window. What would his father want to talk about this time?

[Mr. Fox]

Krapfen:
The ground ripped out from under him as he heard the cow scream out the name of it's Power Attack. A few seconds later everything went black.

Leo:
I woke up and looked around, one more loss I thought; thankfully this wasn't a ranked fight. I walked towards Daylin, I always congratulat the winner, keeps it from getting too serious.
"Nice fight, guess I'll have to keep my distance from now on, won't I?" I held my hand out for a hand shake.

[The-Blades-slave]

Garlock

Garlock pounded his fist against his chest, bellowing a war cry, before blacking out.

Daylin

He shook Leo's hand.

Closest match I've had in a while, thought you had me for a minute.

He smirked slightly.

How did that totem to the face feel?

H scratched at his back, where the fire had hit. Phantom pains.........

[Tickles]

Ryan Masters walked past the two people who just battled. He didn't have to see it to tell it was intense. He made his way toward the elevator and hit the call button. He really wanted to talk battle strategy with his son, and maybe would have better luck at it this year. He stands by, while a boy with a cart of food takes a spot right next to him.

[Mr. Fox]

I laugh for a second then start to talk. "Felt like I ran face first into a wooden stick at speeds too fast for me to comprehend...is that food I smell?" Fighting always worked up an apatite, and I smelled some really good food. "What do you say we find us some food and eat?"

[The-Blades-slave]

Daylin was about to nod, when a man caught his eye.

That is police chief masters! I bet he is going to visit his son, lets follow them, you might just get to meet the champion.

Daylin grabs two sandwhiches and hands one to Leo.

Now lets go.

Then he quietly sneak around Masters.