Match of the Millennium

Description: IN round one of the fighter fest, the hexed goblin Nixie faces off against the self-proclaimed swordsman Buford in a battle between beauty and the beast. Which one is which, is up to the reader of this fierce and frightening battle.

[BUFORD]
The International Fighting Festival arena set up at the Southtown Mall was framed by ropes around the fighting stage. An audience is around it, while stands for food and merchandise of the event surround them. "Big" Buford Maclanky stands astride in his full body trenchcoat, the hefty-framed lad surrounded by a cotton candy-flavored mist of pink. He idly inhales and exhales the hilt of his blade in one hand. The other is gripped with a single red rose, gripped precisely between his finger and his thumb of his fingerless gloves. He waits mysteriously, awaiting his opponent to reveal herself in the ring.

[NIXIE]
Nixie does her best to make her way through the audience onto to the ring. The keyword is tries to make her way through the audience, its taking all her strength just to getting anywhere. Finally, someone sees her strugging and picks her up before carrying the short woman over to the ring and placing her in it. Instantly her nose is overwhelmed by the odor, "What's that awful smell? You're not supposed to marinade in cologne." She pinches her nose with one hand before grabbing her sharpened metal straw with the other.

[BUFORD]
"That is no cologne," Buford begins, as he brings his hilt back down to his bamboo sheath. He clicks in into the blade within, locking it in place. He lowers his fedora, his eyes gleaming from behind his prescription goggles, as he looks down at the teeny gobbo lady. "But the natural scent of an unwashed ronin. With just the faintest hint of cotton candy upon the mist... yes, you are the strange creature known as Nixie, aren't you. I mayhaps have heard of your bizarre skin condition. But do not worry. I am a gentleman. I will not treat you like some mere monster or abomination." He tosses the rose towards Nixie's feet, before lowering his fedora down, and readying his hand upon the hilt of his blade. "I am well aware that beauty is much more than the corruption of the flesh, but it only is found upon the reflection of the inner beauty. Tell me, M'lady. How lovely are you, truly?"

COMBATSYS: Nixie has started a fight here.

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Nixie            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Buford has wandered into the fight here.

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Nixie            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
"You're trying way too hard here. Do you flirt with every woman you come across? No wonder you're still single. Besides, I don't think this is one of those hexes broke by true love." Nixie's not amused by his antics, she's here to fight and getting stronger. At least he's left himself wide opening to attack as she removes her hand from her nose and grabs the rose he dropped on the floor. "Hey loverboy, every rose has its thorns." She attempts to stab him in the leg to make it clear she's not interested.

COMBATSYS: Buford dodges Nixie's Quick Strike.

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Nixie            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Buford

[BUFORD]
"Not every woman, only those who earn my attention!" The large swordsman begins adjusting his footwork, even as the goblin comes hurtling in. "But it is a hex... interesting. I think you consider it too much of a curse. I for one have read many a tale about goblins- see it's not whether the pancakes are in a short stack or tall, but the quality of the pancakes itself..." He studies Nixie intently as she bends over to pick up the rose. Cocking his head in interest, the smirk drops significantly as Nixie comes in to stab him with it. "Ah! Temper temper!" He coos as he stumbles backwards, circling around Nixie with careful steps. Popping the blade from the sheath, he draws it out by the hilt. A thick cloud of pink mist pours out around him, swirling and dancing with a heavy smell of cotton candy once more. And then, the mist still clinging to his healthy frame, he unleashes a single, wide swipe of the sword at the goblin's flank, the dull edge risking to draw blood as he pushes himself away with contrails of pink fog.

COMBATSYS: Nixie blocks Buford's Spirit Of The Samurai.

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Nixie            0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
"Oh great, he's attacking me with his body odor. You've read a lot of stories about goblins? Really? So how does remove a goblin curse then?" Nixie can't believe she's listening to him but it's not like she a ton of ideas herself. Of course she's still bothered by the smell and tries to put her metal straw up to block, but ends up getting overpowered. She shakes her hand in pain, she's not going to beat him a straight up duel. She digs around in her pocket and grabs something that looks like small flask before tossing it at him.

COMBATSYS: Nixie successfully hits Buford with Glue Grenade.

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Nixie            0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Buford

[BUFORD]
"Certainly, especially ones as lovely as you!" The words come as thick as the gluey substance that comes hurtling at him. As the substance splashes all over him, he groans in agony. Instinctively, Buford begins to draw in deep, heaving breaths from his hilt, sucking on it delicately as he begins to build up great waves of mist, this time a deep crimson with a very spicy scent to it. As the cloud of fog envelope him, the swordsman stares intensely at Nixie. "You seem very obsessed in curing your condition, when mayhaps you should embrace your new beauty! There are certainly things you could only do with a goblin that you couldn't do with a full sized woman!"

COMBATSYS: Buford pushes himself past 10% of his strength and chokes on his fattest cloud yet...

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Nixie            0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
"What, hide in crawlspaces and hope Darkstalker hunters don't get me?" Nixie's doesn't see much of an advantage of being short. She knows he's planning something, but she can't quite figure out what. The cloud of fog certainly doesn't help matters. Still, the fact that he's holding perfecty still works to her advantage as she prepares a magical sigil beneath his feet. If he doesn't move, he's likely to get stabbed by the wooden spikes that spring from the ground and if he does move she's stopped him from whateve he tries to pull.

COMBATSYS: Buford blocks Nixie's Punji Pain.

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Nixie            0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1           Buford

[BUFORD]
"M'lady, the only person you should fear is yourself!" As Nixie attacks into the cloud, Buford quickly weaves and dodges, evading the attacks rapidly as best he can. At best, he can only deflect the strange spikes away with his blade and body, uncertain how to even properly use his sword to protect himself. "Your lack of confidence is your worst enemy! Mayhaps I should show you just how beautiful you are. And, nrgh, powerful!" Buford staggers away, arms and side bleeding heavily from the spikes. But as he pulls away, he pulls back in. Sweeping his blade around with both hands, he spins with a trio of upwardly sweeping strikes, jumping with every cut. One, two, three upwards swipes, bringing the full weight of the mist swirling around him like a tornado harmlessly.

COMBATSYS: Buford successfully hits Nixie with Tenderless Reaper.
- Power hit! -

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Nixie            1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
Nixie tries to run from the mist storm but it's hard to avoid a cloud of sword slashing and ends up getting caught in it. Green blood gets sprayed everywhere, it seems like it's not just her skin color. Still, she pickes up quite a bit of speed and quickly works to mix another one of her flasks together. She certainly could use a pick me up right now, though it would come at the cost of Buford's well-being as she tosses the bottle of green liquid at him.

COMBATSYS: Nixie successfully hits Buford with Toxic Tonic.

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Nixie            0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1           Buford

[BUFORD]
"Mayhaps I must not hold back, even against a woman as fair as- oooo!" Buford cries out as -another- flask comes out. While he could handle some forms of chemical-based self-defense, this stuff was completely unknown to him. Attempting to block with his sword does nothing, and as the chemicals wash over him, he gags and burps, the venom running deep. Moaning, he refuses to lose his step, as he takes a deep inhale upon the base of his hilt. The spicy vapors burning deep in his lungs, he surges at Nixie, holding his breath as he dances wildly. Sweeping his blade in a full moon overhead swipe, he immediately pivots straight into a spinning twirl, his trenchcoat dancing with him as he spins away from Nixie, letting his blade bring about a wide horizontal swipe. Immediately, he exhales his cloud, the area around himself and Nixie filling with the thick, cinnamon cloud of red mist. Fading into the fog, he begins to swipe two more times from left and right of the goblin, before hopping away from the clouds of confusion.

COMBATSYS: Nixie narrowly escapes Buford's Musarama Wrath!

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Nixie            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
Nixie gets the desired effect as she manages to outrun the cloud thanks to the energy she drained from Buford. Still, it takes a bit out of her for her small legs to go that fast. "Fair is hardly the word I would use to describe me." She slowly walks up to him and pokes at him with the sharpened metal straw. Nothing fancy, but she needs a moment to catch her breath.

COMBATSYS: Buford dodges Nixie's Medium Strike.

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Nixie            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0           Buford

[BUFORD]
"Every female has the potential to be fair, you only have to see the wisdom and understanding that is overflowing within your teeny tiny form!" Buford sighs wistfully as he nimbly slips around the straw, as his skin threatens to slough off on his trenchcoat. Sipping upon the hilt of his sword, he draws in a new scent and flavor, the tastes rolling over his fat tongue. He has never had a fight so difficult in his life, and from a woman too! The healthy man was excited at the thrill of such a novel and exotic moment, that he hurls himself at the goblin with a deep purring sound in his throat. Clouds billowing all around him, he swipes his sword aggressively towards the lady, tearing at the air wildly with a singular crossing slice, before unleashing a blast of vapor point blank at Nixie. Should the cloud that smells of coconuts wash over Nixie, he would whirl around the mist, unleashing a trio of quick slashes from unpredictable angles before standing fast behind her, almost as if he teleported right then and there. Sword returned back to the sheath. Fedora pulled over his eyes.

COMBATSYS: Buford blitzes into action and acts again!

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Nixie            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0           Buford

COMBATSYS: Nixie blocks Buford's Power Strike.

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Nixie            0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Buford

COMBATSYS: Nixie dodges Buford's Evasive Strike.

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Nixie            0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Buford

[NIXIE]
Nixie does her best not to laugh at him, she doens't want to get caught off-guard again. She finds herself assaulted by the cloud and slashes once again. While she manages to avoid some of them, there's too much just to dodge them all. She's going to need a new outfit ater this, hopefully she can find something that fits someone of her build. Not to mention a shower to wash off all the blood. She creates another magical sigil on the ground trying to keep her distance from him. Maybe she can keep him away before he can close again.

COMBATSYS: Nixie successfully hits Buford with Mine Mayhem.

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Nixie            0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Buford

[BUFORD]
Buford waits in repose, waiting for the next move as the goblin of a female persuasion, the green skinned maiden clearly stunned speechless at the mysterious and misty movements of Buford becomes too much. Especially with her outfit being so neatly cut at strategic places as to show some- but it seems the wiles of the Nixie manages to catch the honorable swordsman off guard. Noticing the sigil too late from under his fedora, it erupts into a blast, sending him flailing into the air. Wildly swinging his arms, he manages to barely rip his sword out from it's sheath, falling towards Nixie in not only a wild aerial slash, but with a full force body slam. All with the cry upon his lips. "M'LAaaaaaady!"

COMBATSYS: Buford can no longer fight.

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Nixie            0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Nixie dodges Buford's The Last Blade.

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Nixie            0/-------/-======|

[NIXIE]
"Oh you're one of those types...what did you buy a magic katana on the internet from Japan or something?" Well, regardless of appearances he put up more of a fight than she was expecting. She manages to step out of the way out of his final attack, but that doesn't change the fact that she's covered in blood and sweat. Things were only going to get harder from here.

[BUFORD]
Buford lays facedown on the pavement, unable to rise. Humiliated, by a goblin lady in martial combat. And yet, as he gives a moan, he contemplates his future. If even a female was giving him this much trouble... how was he supposed to survive against a real opponent? The realization comes to him as the medical team comes upon him. He would have to seek help. Nay, even mentorship. And he would have to do it sooner than later.

Log created on 11:05:11 04/11/2023 by Buford, and last modified on 18:55:43 04/11/2023.