Phoenixian Wraith

OOC: Welp, I figure now is as good a time as any - I figure enough time's passed for this... IC: Veirath groaned as he woke up, his injuries strangely 'quiet'. Opening his eyes carefully, he snarled and squinted at the harsh, bright light above him. Forcing his stiff body to move, he sat up in the cot he'd been placed in as the blanket from his chest and onto his lap. Placing his hand against his face, he slowly rubbed his tired eyes as he thought. 'Ugh, first I wake up in a boat near an ice wall, then I fall down a bloody hole and get involved in a fight and now I'm even more lost than when I'd began. Perfect.' A deep breath in seemed to catch something in his now-recognised dry mouth and throat, causing him to cough like two rocks ground together. As he leaned over from the force of the unexpected action, he noticed the bandage that wrapped around a good portion of his chest. Throwing off the blanket revealed both legs treated the same way, the left bearing heavier treatment. "Well, that's what I get for kicking a bloody explosive Zamor," he muttered, snorting as he dragged the blanket back over his body and lay back onto the cot. Gingerly clasping his hands behind his head, he decided to wait until he could get more answers. OOC: Veirath available for interaction inside the Ko-Koro Hospital.

Ehlek vs Core Hunter on Quatros, I'm forwarding 1,000 Widgets.

Let's roll! Ehlek vs Luna! Also, I gotta remember to change Ehlek's weapons - I got just the thing in mind, too.

I'll register Ehlek, thanks. His stats are; Strength: 10 Agility: 12 Toughness: 10 Mind: 16 And his items are the Crast, Staff of Poison -C, Power Lance, Axxon's Axe and Lightning Shield.

OOC: Was planning on waiting until a hospital, but I think there's been enough time-pass for this... IC: Veirath groaned as a shrill sound echoed in his ears. Shifting to try and block his ears, he vaguely felt something prevent his arms and legs from moving. Fluttering one eye open, a world of white overcame him with a single black blur standing out. A deep, paining breath revealed a smell of steam and a foul, burnt stench. Blinking, the figure came into focus by a little bit. Then, his sense of touch flicked on and subjected his pain-riddled mind to the cold, his exposed blood serving to chill him while the shrapnel sent sensations of being pricked through the numb flesh. His eyesight flickering, Veirath closed his eye and dropping into slumber once more.

Good match, Canis! To be fair, I figured this'd be the way it'd go. But it's all about fighting hard, right? This is certainly a bit of nostalgia. I dunno about everyone else, but I'd like to have another Tournament like this. As for changes... Maybe take four or five different Arenas, use this ever-so-helpful tool and have two fighters in each? And if we have more pairings than Arenas just cycle through. An idea, nothing more.

OOC: JEEZ-us... That's a heck of a thing right there. And Veirath ( ) will still be out of it for a while yet - his biggest danger at this point is bleeding to death from having shrapnel embedded in the majority of his left leg and foot, a good deal of his right and a fair amount in his body. The cold might be some help by slowing his body down, but the hypothermia he's gonna grab may very well kill him. Veneras, Daenerys, heck anyone... if you're gonna save him - might wanna make it fast. Just, y'know, a suggestion.

... Ohhhh craaaaaap.... Welp, here goes nothing!

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Good match, Zakaro.

Kiina vs Breez

Good match Pupwa21. Well, Pulse, imagine a fighter with 40 Mind and 8 Agility. Pretty devastating with the right strategy.

OOC: Not to be a wise*** or anything, but most of the cable's in the gauntlet. Might wanna wind that out. IC: Veirath barely felt, barely saw the Vortixx tie him up and begin dragging him down the hall. He didn't register the gauntlet being taken from his arm, nor his sword being left behind. His eyes flickered between the waking world and the darkness creeping through his mind, aided by the pain he was in. Ney...ra..., was his last thought before he lost his fight, and succumbed to the shadows of unconsciousness. OOC: Well, there goes Veirath for a few posts... Might as well get working on Neyra.

Kiina vs Hewkii

OOC: Actually, I'm pretty sure that the majority of leg injuries are enough to affect speed in some way - they ARE what your weight's pressed on most. Happy to be proven wrong, though. And no, I didn't know that they were designed to create shrapnel - I was under the impression the shrapnel was falling rock. Thank you for the heads up. IC: Veirath's eyes went wide at the Zamor at his feet. Sacrificing his strike at the Vortixx, he thrust his sword towards the ground in an attempt to flip over the projectile. The Zamor collided with his left foot. Throwing up his arm to protect his head as best he could, Veirath screamed as the shrapnel shredded through his body, the sound travelling far in the tunnels. Slamming into the ground and sliding a foot or two, the Lesterin focused on staying conscious and breathing despite everything in his body hating him.

IC: Veirath stared in irritation at the cut line - another thing to fix. Swooping down to snatch the hook and pocket it, he turned and, despite his dislike, grabbed Veneras by the shoulder and shoved him down the side tunnel, choosing to run after the Vortixx. Dodging the falling rocks as best he could, he ignored the pinpricks of shrapnel that peppered him, his sword at the ready in his right hand. Her injury was affecting her speed, allowing him to catch up within a short while. He jumped onto the wall and ran along it a few steps, leaping off to stab the blade through her back. "Seems next time came too quickly for you, Vortixx," he growled, "Now you're gonna pay for messin' with my gear."

IC: Veirath stopped suddenly at the sight of the Launcher pointed at him. Smirking, he whipped his arm backwards and to the side, activating the winch so that the hook and line swept towards the Vortixx's neck, while he stabbed his blade at the hand holding the sword. "This IS where the fight is, isn't it?" OOC: Just my kinda fight

OOC: Don't worry, Ghost - going over it now. ... No, this is not an actual post, I'm afraid - Veirath is basically locked until Aurora comes online.

IC: "Two." Veirath narrowed his eyes before jerking his arm forward and firing the Gauntlet at the Launcher, aiming to knock it away from the Ice Toa's head and down the hall. Even as he did so, he charged at the Vortixx, drawing his sword as he did. Though he had no reason to interfere in what wasn't his problem, he believed in dying in a fight - not murder. OOC: Well... the next set of posts should be fun, eh?

IC: Veirath started at the Vortixx's voice, skiddding to a stop and spinning around to see her pointing a Zamor Launcher at Veneras with a finger on the trigger. Releasing his arm and stretching it, he stared at the scene in front of him. "All I want is answers, Vortixx," he stated calmly, glancing at the Toa before returning his gaze to the now curious woman in front of him. "What would it take to get them?"

IC: "Veirath," was the Toa's response, the Lesterin's gravelly voice echoing slightly in the tunnel, barely audible over the thudding of their feet. He slowly rotated his wrist as he ran, making sure there wasn't a break. His eyes flicked repeatedly between the tunnel walls ahead and the footprints in front. One's weakened, he noted, spotting the irregularities in the tracks, probably by the same Toa behind me. "Why're you chasing them?" he decided to ask of the Toa behind, beginning to flex his arm at the elbow. While it still burned with pain, it was slowly becoming more tolerable - probably due to the icy wasteland they were under, no doubt.

IC: Hesitating between the fleeing Vortixx and the falling Toa of Ice, Veirath swore as his conscience poked at him incessantly. Taking a short run while sheathing his sword, he dropped off the ledge while firing the hook further ahead at the wall beside him. Falling in a short arc, dirt and chips of stone and ice falling on him as the cable ground against them, he grabbed the Toa by the leg before swinging him to add to the momentum, grunting as his arm burned. Activating the winch in the gauntlet shortened the distance to the edge only a little, but enough to toss the Toa's torso onto the ledge. Grabbing the ledge himself, Veirath hauled himself up with some difficulty, hunching over and panting once safely away from the edge. Sparing a glance at the Toa, the Po-Lesterin turned and ran after the two Vortixx, clutching his paining arm to his chest. While he wanted answers to questions that the Ice Toa would most likely provide, he found that Vortixx were generally more informative.

OOC: I agree with Aurora for the most part, Veneras. Though, technically possible, if your character was running fast enough and generated an ice slide underneath him. But your character went from sliding on the ground to instantly running, as opposed to sliding, rolling/pushing himself upright and continuing to run. IC: Veirath was surprised, to say the least, when the platform of ice grew under his feet. Reaching up with his free arm, he disengaged the hook to drop the bio onto safety. Cradling his injured left arm, he looked up to see the white Vortixx aiming fire another Zamor at his rescuer, whom he identified as an Ice Toa. Raising his left arm gingerly, thankful for it not being broken, he fired further up the wall so as to join the two Vortixx on the ledge. Placing his foot against the wall and activating the mechanism, he pushed off and hopped his way up the wall, reaching the ledge in a short time. Disengaging the hook and allowing it to wind back into his gauntlet, he drew his blade and held it ready in his good hand, his eyes flicking between the other three in the area. For what he didn't know, but he wasn't about to get swept into a fight unprepared.

OOC: He'd love to, but he's falling down the ravine. IC: Veirath blinked as he continued to fall. For some reason, he thought he'd seen another Vortixx that leapt across the hole that he was still dropping down, turn and shoot something. The rumbling he soon heard confirmed it. The crazy Vortixx had shot something pretty vital. Jerking his arm forward, he launched the Grapple at the wall above the two Vortixx as he passed them, locking the mechanism. The sudden stop elicited a sharp crack as his left arm snapped straight, a few stones falling from where he hit the wall and a snarl as he repressed a yell at the surging pain. Looking up at the two startled Vortixx, he did the first thing on his mind. "Little help? Bit stuck here."

IC: Veirath grit his teeth to keep them from chattering as he continued ploughing his way through the snowstorm that had swallowed him shortly after leaving the cliff edge, regretting not leaving for the undoubtedly warmer trees he'd seen earlier. Khazarni, with all this snow blasting around him he could've been turned around and about to walk off the edge of the same cliff he'd climbed. Right as he thought this, the place he'd put his foot on cracked inaudibly. Yet, it seemed to drown out the freezing wind howling around him. Oh, you have GOT- Veirath never got a chance to finish his thought as the crack under his foot broke completely, tilting him into a drop sideways. In his wild tumble into the blackened hole, he noticed a few things; One: If he'd walked (not that he could've told the difference) only two feet to his left, he would've missed the only part where the seemingly bottomless pit actually met the surface. Two: Despite the wind above him, he could swear that he heard sounds of something like a fight below him. There would've been a third, but a crunch knocked his head around as it met a protruding stone, muddying his thoughts. Though he could've sworn that, as he fell, he saw a Vortixx hanging from a wall... OC: Hope ya don't mind, Aurora, Ghost, that Veirath, well... drops by... The 'surface-hole-leading-to-underground' thing is based on my (fairly limited) knowledge on mines and stuff... Okay, yes, it's based on Minecraft, happy?

OOC: Introducing my character. IC: A small boat, rocked gently by the ocean's wave, neared a small natural bay of ice surrounded by cliffs. A sudden surge sent the boat drifting into the wall, strong enough to knock a small chunk of ice loose to fall on its lone occupant. With a wince and a growl, red eyes opened hesitantly, slowly becoming adjusted to the light. Reaching up to massage his head as he sat up, he started at the sound of objects clattering to the wooden floor of the boat. Glancing down, he took note of the few possesions he had; His trusty Grapple Gauntlet, resting near his waist; his sword, its blade streaked with dried blood and streaks of rust; a simple pack, designed to hang from the waist, it's leather worn and faded from age; his telescope and compass, both gifts from... He shut that thought off as a more recent memory emerged. The Vortixx ship, the fight... that blasted coward, he cursed silently, reaching behind and just under his crest to tenderly massage the remnants of a vicious bruise. As he began to piece things together, he began to see what happened. With the wounds I got from fighting that pirate, he glanced down at the severe-looking, though quite shallow, wounds that crossed his chest and reached his shoulder, both expertly bandaged, me being out cold would probably be seen as dead. He sighed impatiently, before shoving his thoughts away and focusing on a more immediate question; Where am I? Glancing around at the icy cliffs that extended a good deal to his left before ending in ocean, while the right had what looked like trees in the distance, he concluded a simple thing. I'm lost again. If Neyra could see me now... Gathering his telescope and compass and storing them in the pack, securing it around his waist, he grabbed his sword and inspected it, grimacing at the streaks of rust on it - it would need cleaning, and soon. Sheathing his blade, he took up the Grapple Gauntlet and placed it on his left arm, the trigger swinging up to rest easy in his grip, his thumb in the perfect place to activate it. Raising his arm and taking aim, he fired the anchor to latch onto a solid piece of ice. Giving the line a short tug to test the solidity, however, brought a sizable boulder to fall onto him. Detaching the hook with a practised flick, he quickly aimed and fired again onto a quickly spotted ledge off to his left. Activating the mechanism with a jump caused him to swing upwards to the wall as the boulder struck the boat he was in, breaking it apart. Hitting the wall feet first and quickly pushing off while keeping the anchor attached to the ledge, he neatly flipped onto it. Detaching the anchor once again, he spared a glance down at the ruined boat below him before fixing his gaze ahead of him, green just visible behind the icy stone. Flicking his gaze upwards, he fired the Grapple once more into a stretch of wall before running in a swing along the wall. As he reached the top, he detached the hook and fired up again to draw himself higher. After another twenty minutes of scaling the wall, he finally reached the top. Turning to glance down on the boat that brought him here, his eyes shadowed with sadness momentarily. Snorting quietly, his mouth twisted into a small smirk as he faced the frozen wasteland before him. Rolling his shoulders, Veirath strode out into the snow. OOC: Right, Veirath is now up for interaction - on the map, he is currently at the western-most point of Ko-Wahi (just above the little island). Also, I'd just like to say I'm working on Neyra. You'll learn about her... relatively soon.