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Same rules, gooooooooooo! 
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Timanth - Martial Arts Teacher
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| Posted 11/14/2005 6:14 AM |
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(Good fight, Diablo! I’m sure, we are going to have fun )
Name: Zed
Species: Half-Velociraptor, Half-Human (Shapeshifter, can take both forms)
Gender: male
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 157 pounds
Age: 23
Body-Type: Lean, muscular legs
Weapons of Choice: Twin Knives (Human form), Claws and Teeth (Raptor form)
Fighting Styles: A mix of typical raptor slice n'dicing, street brawling and kickboxing
Stats (Human):
Speed: ***
Strength: **
Endurance: ****
Control: *****
Zeds Levels (how big is the chance that Zed does a successful attack): beginner – amateur – skilled – master; Attacks (how strong is the attack): weak – intermediate – strong – devastating)
Human Skills:
1) Shapeshifter (master; non-attack)
2) Thousand Blades Tornado (amateur; devastating attack)
3) Thug’s Kick (master; weak attack)
4) Bandit’s Kick (skilled; intermediate attack)
5) Assassin’s Kick (amateur; strong attack)
6) Bullseye Knife Shot (skilled; intermediate attack)
Stats (Raptor):
Speed: ******
Strength: ***
Endurance: ***
Control: ***
Raptor Skills:
1) Shapeshifter (master level; non-attack)
2) Furious Slice n’ Dicer (intermediate level; devastating attack)
3) Talon Screw Kick (beginner level; intermediate attack)
4) Raptor-Slash Jump (skilled; weak to strong attack, depending on Zeds performance)
5) Flying Headbutt (beginner; intermediate attack)
6) Tail Sweeper (master; weak attack)
7) Crushing Snake (master; strong attack)
8) Doom Bite (skilled; intermediate attack)
9) Regeneration (amateur; non-attack)
Appearance:
Zed will usually appear in his weaker human-form first: Just an ordinary human in his twenties with brown hair and blue eyes. He is holding a knife in each of his hands and seems to wear always the same self-assured smile on his face. There's no doubt that this guy expects victory wherever he goes. He is a bit bulkier in this form, which means that he can take more hits, but he is also much slower than in his raptor-form, even though he would still outrun every other human.
Later on, Zed will usually change into his natural-form, a slender dark-green anthro-raptor. Deadly fangs and claws are just waiting to tear his opponent apart, while his long and flexible tail behind him moves and swishes around almost like a snake. Not only his movements are faster, making it easier for him to dodge attacks, the speed of his own attacks will raise too. The only problem in this form is, that most of his special attacks are easy to counter, if they don’t hit.
Background Information:
When Zed was young the Thieves Guild of his hometown took care of him and trained him, so you can expect that he has a few nasty tricks up his sleeve.
Zed has no magic-abilities, in fact he despises all kind of spells. He tries to uses his guild-skills and his speed to bring his opponent down.
He heard about this tournament and decided to participate because of the fame and of course because of the prize.
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Zed curses while he walks through the woods of his homeland. There he has spent the whole last week training every day, working on his skills, just to learn that his opponent is a T-Rex! “A fucking T-Rex!” Zed shouts while he kicks a stone out of the way in frustration. “This isn’t a fair fight. Not at all… I mean the Rex could kill me with just one bite!”
At least he was allowed to choose the battlefield this time and the forest has been the home of the slender thief for quite a while now. He grins a bit and looks around. Some of the trees are standing relatively close next to each other, so that a Rex wouldn’t fit through between them, but of course a human or a raptor would. For a moment he ponders if he should change into his raptor-form but he decides against it. After all he is faster and more nimble than a normal human anyways, even if he takes his mammalian appearance and maybe he can confuse the T-Rex with his shapeshifting.
He doesn’t know much about Diablo, his opponent, except that he loves to turn raptors like him into two-dimensional versions of themselves, just like he did with his opponent in the first round. Zed shudders and nods to himself. Yes, for the moment it’s better to stay human.
Zed looks around again and spots the tree he was searching for. Diablo will probably attack with brute force, using his strength and size to his advantage. Zed needs to be smarter than him… he needs to be meaner… and hell… he will need all his tricks from his time in the thieves-guild.
And this one is going to be the first one. He takes off his cape and his shirt, leaving his chest bare, before he places all of his stuff on a nicely visible pile on the ground, right beyond a thicker branch, which is covered in green leaves.
He makes sure to rub the clothes on his body a bit, getting his own scent on them and then he climbs up on the tree and crouches down on the branch, staying hidden in the leaves. He removes a few of them, so that he has a good look on his clothes on the ground.
He has taken his time to think about the best tactic when you are fighting a T-Rex. You don’t want to be in front of his muzzle. You don’t want to be somewhere close to his feet. Behind him you have to watch out for his tail… The weak spots of a Rex are his throat and his belly… and of course his back! What he is doing now is actually an old bandit trick from his guild. He and his comrades were often lurking in some trees and waiting for non-suspecting travellers, before they leapt down on them and attacked.
“And here we are waiting for a very big traveller it seems.” Zed says with a grin, while he takes his knives out of the sheaths on his belt. The plan is simple: Diablo bends down to examine the pile of clothes, Zed leaps on his back and starts to stab him in the neck. This should leave a paralyzed Rex twitching on the ground and on top of him a very happy raptor, who has just reached the last round of the tournament.
Honorable? … No! … Elegant?.... Not at all! … Fair? … Probably not! But when you are trying to win against a T-Rex you can’t compare it with a normal fight. You just have to… improvise.
For now Zed stays hidden on the branch and waits. As a thief he is used to waiting and he doesn’t mind it at all. And then, all of a sudden he hears the sound of massive foot-steps in the distance. THUMP… THUMP… THUMP.
Zed grins a wicked smile and whispers: “He’s coming… He’s getting closer!” He grabs his knives so tightly that his knuckles turn white. “I’m ready for you, Diablo. And I swear it, for all the crimes on my kind, I’m going to bring you down!”
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| Posted 11/15/2005 5:56 AM |
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Name: Diablo Species: Tyrannosaurus Rex Height: 15’ Length: 35’ Weight: 7 tons -------------------------------------------------------
If T-Rexes were trees, Diablo decides as he noses his snout between two large oaks and pauses to smell the air, they would be stupid and get in the way all the time. The scent of his quarry comes to him again, stronger this time, mingling with the smells of the bark on either side of his muzzle. He rumbles deeply. And they wouldn’t be able to track things as easily. Swinging his tail to clear some of the vegetation from behind him, the big red rex stiffens his neck and pushes forwards, bending the oaks apart with a deep woody cracking sound and forcing his huge body between them. That was the trouble with forests – they were always full of trees. While Diablo enjoyed the shelter that trees provided, he didn’t like having his movement impaired by them. It was awkward and tiring to move through dense forests and he wouldn’t be doing it at all, were it not for the alluring scent of his prey that tingled in his long thin nostrils. He wasn’t about to let a sneaky raptor get the better of him.
Diablo shakes his foreleg in irritation as a branch catches it and sets his wounded shoulder stinging, dragging memories up from the depths of his 850 litre rex head. He had eaten the last raptor that dared to mess with him, but his battle wounds just hadn’t healed up properly and the scratches down his back and snout were still visible. Still, he was a seven ton tyrannosaurus and minor irritations like old raptor-inflicted scratches were easy to deal with. But the twinge of pain still sharpens his desire for revenge. Raptors aren’t in his good books at the moment, but they most certainly are in his cook books. The small but substantial body between his jaws… the struggling and hissing… the warm gush of blood and crunching of bones… he feels a smile creep across his toothy maw. Yes, he was going to enjoy this. If he could only find that damn raptor. The rex stops and looks around, turning his huge head from left to right to survey the surroundings. The trees are less sparse and rays of sunlight flow down through the canopy to dance on the forest ground. The scent is very close now and Diablo turns his focus from tracking it to analysing it. Definitely raptor, but there is something else… Diablo’s keen sense of smell detects unusual elements in the scent that seem almost mammalian. What would be really helpful, he decides, looking around, is a clue… A small bundled thing on the forest floor catches his attention and he narrows his eyes suspiciously, padding over to investigate. Little bits of coloured cloth, piled at the foot of a tree. He prods the pile with his toe claws and finds it inanimate. Thanks to his super-evolved sense of smell, he doesn’t need to bend down to recognize the scent coming from the small bundle – it is definitely that of the creature he has been tracking. Or creatures… He raises a scaly eye ridge in surprise as he realizes that the peculiar scent mixed with the familiar raptor one is human. What would a human be doing with a raptor, sneaking around forests? He lifts his head and examines the tree beside the pile, bringing his huge scaly head a few feet below Zed’s branch and suddenly positioning several dozen thick, conical, bone-crunching teeth between the front half of his underside and the crouching thief. Humans could climb trees… His yellow eyed gaze roams steadily over the trunk and branches. Could raptors climb trees? He knew one that could. His nostrils flare open and closed as he sniffs the air again. The scent of the bundle of cloth was all around the tree and he couldn’t make out any particular direction that might indicate where his quarry had gone. But there was a warmth very nearby – he could almost taste it. It didn’t feel like a raptor at all. Diablo lets out a very slow, very deep rumble as he looks directly at the thick branch a few feet above him. Something was here. 
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| Posted 11/15/2005 3:49 PM |
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Zed feels a shiver running through his spine as the thundering footsteps come closer and closer to his hiding spot, but it’s more out of excitement than of fear. Deep inside himself the human is calm. It’s just like when he was doing one of his raids. The nights before the raid he was always worrying about all the things that could go wrong, thinking about all the possible dangers in these situations and being nervous like a schoolboy on the day of an important test but when the robbery started Zed never doubted that he would come out alive again. A failure was unthinkable for him and right now he feels the same. In his mind he sees the possible endings of the fight and in all of them he comes out as the winner. He especially likes the vision where he sticks his dagger deep into the Rexes neck, immobilizing him before the fight even really starts.
And then he finally sees his opponent arriving in the space right beneath him, his little trap obviously working in the way he has planned it. The Rex sneaks over to his pile of clothes and Zed can get a good look at his enemy. Diablo is large, just like he expected. A healthy looking T-Rex, even though the human immediately spots the wounds from his last fight. Zed himself was lucky that the last combatant in the tournament healed him, so he was fresh and relaxed on this day.
The Rex has reached his pile of clothes now and presents his unprotected back to the thief above him. Zed grins but the time isn’t right yet. He waited for the moment, when Diablo’s neck is within reach. And then… much to his displeasure… he sees that the large dinosaur seems to investigate the tree, where he is hiding. Zed curses out in his mind and knows that he has to strike now and not later. A silent rustling of the leaves on the branch is all Diablo hears before the human leaps down with his daggers raised over his own head, ready to slam them down into the spine of the T-Rex. Just in time he sees that the gaze of his opponent rests directly on him, but it was much too late now to dodge this attack, Zed would definitely hit him. But the swift movement of Diablo turned a surely devastating attack into a minor wound… The human lands on him with his heavy leather boots and thrusts one of his daggers into the place, where Diablo’s spine has been just a few seconds ago but right now he only digs it into a thick layer of tyranno-flesh. Painful of course… but nothing that would weaken the T-Rex too much in the upcoming fight.
“Woah!” The human looses his footing on Diablos hide as he starts moving and begins to slide down his scaly back until he is only hanging on thanks to his knife, which is still stuck inside the dinosaurs back. Zed grins a bit and raises his other dagger over the place where Diablos spine should be, even though in his hanging position his judgement might not be all too precise.
“Die!” Zed shouts before he brings the knife down, hoping for a more successful attack than the first one. Victory is so close. He will not let it slip out of his hands now….
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| Posted 11/16/2005 1:44 PM |
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Diablo’s first reaction at seeing a human leap out at him from the leafy branches is one of frustration. He had been hoping to catch his raptory opponent and doesn’t feel in any mood to play squish the mammal right now. Even so, instinct and reflexes pull his head back to intercept the airborne creature, but they aren’t quite fast enough and the rex feels a small weight patter down on his back. A sharp sting of pain prickles suddenly into him and he snarls in anger, lunging his head to the side and snapping his huge jaws at the offensive mammal. What kind of a human would dare to attack a T-Rex? Hypothesising is put on hold as the tyrannosaurus rears back and sways his huge bulk about, trying to fling his tiny attacker off while he feels another prickle going into the back of his neck. T-Rex scales, it should be pointed out here, are tough. They are hard and rigid and even reinforced by plates of bone in places – namely over the top of the skull and down the back. Though they are by no means impenetrable, they have evolved to resist bites, scratches and slashes delivered by prey ranging from compies to spinosauruses, and for the most part, they are very good at it. They are especially hard down the back of the neck, since this is the area that a rex finds hardest to reach, and the area that is the most vulnerable when a rex is fighting other large carnivores. Anyway… The force of the attack has dug the knives a good two and a half inches into Diablo’s upper back and lower neck, both penetrating into the thick scales beneath them and sticking firmly out of the rust red hide like ice screws. This enables Zed to cling on while the massive scaly back arches and rears, shakes and sways, and the lethally large jaws snap and lunge at the human’s flailing legs as the rex works himself up. Diablo snorts in fury, the fact that his attacker is just slightly out of reach enrages him almost as much as the stinging pain in the back of his neck. What was this? Humans didn’t bite and had no claws to speak of. Was it a human at all? Had he mistaken it for a human because of its smell? He stretches and strains for a good look at the creature on his back, getting angrier by the second. He hears a distinctly human-sounding voice shouting at him from somewhere behind his head, telling him to die. Diablo roars angrily and feels disinclined to comply. A branch catches his attention – the one that the human had jumped at him from. He stops shaking and with sudden movements, charges towards it and ducks his head, speeding under it like a freight train and hoping to sweep off his unwanted passenger. He comes to a halt and turns around to run under again, feeling the creature still attached to him. On the second pass under the branch, he heaves to a halt halfway and thrusts his back up against the thick wooden length, aiming to smash his clinging attacker thoroughly against it. A loud splintering crack rips through the air and the branch snaps near the base, then comes crashing down over the rex’s back – squarely hammering in one of the stiffly wedged knives right up to the hilt. Diablo’s painful roar sends birds flapping from the trees for miles around and persuades a small family of bears living nearby to go into hibernation a few days early.
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| Posted 11/17/2005 12:13 PM |
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Zed is hanging on his two knives now, while the T-Rex violently throws himself around and the thief wonders why he has been able to keep his breakfast inside of himself until now. He tries to keep his body from swinging too much, especially since he has seen that Diablo is able to bend his neck rather far and get his jaws dangerously close to his legs. In fact, he realizes with horror, that if he would have lost his grip on the knives while he was swinging upwards he would have been catapulted directly into the Rex’s mouth a couple of times.
At the moment it doesn’t look that good for him, even though he managed to injure his opponent. But he didn’t paralyze or kill him like and so it won’t be a fast and easy win. Instead it will be a long, exhausting fight. “Or a rather quick one” he thinks, after his legs swing into the direction of Diablo’s open maw again. Also, Zed has learned today that T-Rex scales are tougher than he thought. While his first dagger went a bit deeper into the large predators hide thanks to the leap from above, his second stab barely came through the scales to get stuck.
Though what really worries him at the moment, is, that he is helpless as long as he keeps hanging there. Luckily out of reach for Diablo but still… Zed can’t do shit in this position. The human tries to pull his knives out of the dinosaurs back again, because he doesn’t want to think what would happen if he gets thrown off, while his daggers remain in Diablo. Zed knows that an unarmed human is a rather easy snack for a giant reptile.
Just as he manages to withdraw one of his blades he feels a sharp pain in his back. He gasps as he looks over his shoulder and sees that Diablo has just run past the branch which the thief used for his little ambush. Luckily he wasn’t hit fully by it, instead the rough surface of the wood just scratched over his bare back. Even though he can’t see it, Zed knows that his skin must be lobster-red there, because it stings like a large sunburn. He tries to stab Diablo’s back with his recently freed dagger again, but this time he just scratches the scales and is not able do reach the flesh below
All of a sudden he feels Diablo jumping. Before he can think what he is up to, something slams into his sore back with a “Crack”-sound and for a moment Zed is sure that he was just cut in two… “The damn branch again!” Zed thinks as the pain finally forces him to let go of the stuck dagger, though his other hand clutches the second one in an iron grip. Even while he is sliding down on the beasts back, the human is bending his body and trying to recover from the smash. Looking up he sees that the branch has snapped and it is about to come down on him, probably crushing him completely if it hits. Zed quickly rolls out of the way over one of Diablo’s haunches and lands just next to a giant clawfoot, a place where Zed never wanted to be. While the human tries to get to his feet again, he hears another “THUMP”, followed by a painful roar of the T-Rex.
Zed turns around and sees that the Rex has started to shake his body to get the branch off, which landed on him. Not realizing that his dagger was just pushed in deeper he laughs “Yeah, I know… getting that thing into your back fucking hurts!” He uses this little distraction to get some distance between himself and the Rex and he also tries to get out of the clearing, hoping to reach the deeper parts of the woods. Fighting in the open might not be a good idea at all, especially not with only one dagger left. His back seems to glow red and he is bleeding lightly from some small scratches but Diablo’s back doesn’t look better at all, blood is dripping to the ground from the dagger-wounds. He just knows one thing: He has to change his form soon, if he wants to win.
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| Posted 11/18/2005 12:19 PM |
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Diablo’s shoulder feels like it’s on fire. The blade (unknown to him) has plunged down deep into his musculature and sears sharp pain through him with even the slightest twitch of his foreleg. He gives up on trying to reach the blade after the second lunge and turns his attention to the human, scampering away from him into the forest. He snarls and powers forward in pursuit, bulldozing his way into the forest and smashing through trees as though they were matchsticks. With his massive stride, the T-Rex is able to close the gap quickly, but the thickening forest begins to hamper his movement. His booming bound becomes a careful trot, then a weaving crawl, then finally he just forces his way forwards, bending smaller trees out of the way and ripping up vegetation as it snags around his powerful hind limbs. The scent of his prey grows stronger as crashes towards it, determined to charge it down and make it pay. The fact that humans don’t taste very nice fades to irrelevance in his mind. He’s a rex and eating things is what he does. Besides, regardless of their flavour and despite their size, humans were a good source of energy. This one would repay him for the irritation it had caused by providing him with a little nourishment when he caught it. And catch it he would! The massive head of the tyrannosaur lunges repeatedly down at Zed, smashing debris into oblivion and swinging the vast, salivating maw of the reptilian predator closer and closer to its mobile target. The hot breath of the speeding rex blows against the human’s bare back and a crashing, pounding BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM throbs through the air and shakes the ground, accentuated all the time with deep throaty snorts and growls. The sounds coming from Diablo are not the roars and snarls of a T-Rex venting its anger, but the softer, deeper, more satisfied noises of a predator awaiting the inevitable kill. He had hunted humans before and they had never been able to evade him for long. The trees were proving difficult for him to wade through, but they didn’t provide any real sort of cover for his nimble opponent. Soon it would tire and drop from exhaustion or trip over and meet a messy end under his pounding feet. Soon he would have it. But something was wrong. The human continued to flawlessly dodge and jump and duck ahead of him. The gap between them was opening up instead of closing. Diablo becomes more and more aware of the sharp rhythmic stabs of pain in his shoulder muscle as he runs. The trees get harder to push through and he realises he is going to tire out first. It was going to get away! The rex slows to a halt. He can’t keep running after Zed like this. His yellow eyes remain fixed on the little form whipping through the undergrowth a few yards ahead of him and he lowers himself toward the ground. For a moment he hesitates, then he gathers all his strength and launches up out of his crouching position, straining his powerful leg muscles to the limit and leaping up into a massive pounce with a thunderous roar. His hind legs swing forwards and he smashes into the trees, flattening them down like dominos for yards around him and the human as he crashes to the ground with a mighty BOOM and a splintering crack of wood. Diablo snuffs leaves of his snout and looks around for signs of Zed amongst the flattened circle of trees. For reasons of weight and balance, a rex’s lungs are very large and Diablo isn’t at all out of breath after the exertion. But as he slowly rises up out of his crouched impact position, his leg muscles feel slack and wobbly. Somewhere in his mind the thought occurs that this is a heck of a lot to go through for the sake of a mammal snack. But this is a mammal that has pissed him off badly, and he wants it. He wants to sink his teeth into it and shake its life out.
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| Posted 11/19/2005 12:45 AM |
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Zed is running for his life! He feels the hot breath washing over his back, hears the jaws snap together close behind him and hears the Rex crashing against trees, throwing them out of his way. The only thing that has saved him until now, is the fact that he isn’t a normal human. He’s faster, more agile and he knows these woods better than anybody else. He doesn’t dare to look behind himself though, because one wrong step would mean that he is T-Rex chow…
All of a sudden Diablo seems to stop and the human uses his chance to get away. He grins as he gets some distance between him and the predator, thinking that he will be able to flee and launch his own attack… as a raptor. However, he makes the mistake to think that Diablo is nothing more but an animal. He doesn’t expect him to have bright ideas.
He hears a “Crash” behind him and all of a sudden the trees around Zed start to fall down. He slams into one right in front of him and stumbles over it, landing on the ground headfirst. He groans and struggles to get back on his feet, shouting into Diablos direction: “Gah… you will pay. I’m going to hang your head over my fireplace, once I’m through with you…. Eeee!” As he raises his head, he sees another tree coming down on him and this one buries him beneath its top. The human is pressed into the ground, completely vanishing beneath leaves and branches, getting a few more scratches on his tortured back.
After Zed regains all his senses he tries to free himself, before he realizes that he has lost his knife during this chaos. The thief starts to panic once again, looking around for the blade in this mess, while he hears the booming footsteps of his demise coming closer. He is hidden under the treetop, but doesn’t want to wait until Diablo digs his muzzle in and fishes him out. He crawls around a bit, and when just as he gets a hold of his weapon, the branches in front of him snap audible and get flattened together with the leaves on them by something. He sees a glimpse of a giant footclaw, just before it is lifted up again and he opens his eyes widely. “He’s trampling over the treetop. He’s going to find me… He….” Zed’s not able to finish his thought. He hears branches splinter above him and then he already sees the sole of the beast through the spaces between the leaves. It comes down on him and Zed gasps as all the air in his lungs gets pushed out. The only thing that keeps him from being turned into a red puddle is the rather soft wood-ground and the leaves on top of him
However he isn’t able to breathe in again and the Rex doesn’t seem to get off of his body. He hasn’t seen him but he has obviously chosen this spot as a lookout post. He can hear him sniffing while the human’s face is slowly turning purple from the lack of air. Zed starts to wriggle beneath, making it pretty obvious to the Rex that he is standing on top of his prey but he has to do something if he doesn’t want to suffocate. He hears the growl above him as Diablo feels him moving against his sole, but Zed was also able to free his hand with the knife and stabs it into the dinosaurs toe, needing two tries to get it through the hard scales. He breathes in air again when the T-Rex lifts his paw slightly from the pain and Zed stabs him again in the sole, hoping that his enemy loses his balance and falls. The thief rolls out of the way and yells up at his opponent: “Just try to eat me! I’m going to stab your eye out, before you get your muzzle through the branches, you dumb animal!”
Zed thinks. He should still be hidden under the leaves. He’ll change soon, but for the moment, he just waits what Diablo will do now.
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| Posted 11/19/2005 12:45 PM |
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Diablo crunches carefully through the debris, looking intently for signs of movement. There was no way that the human could have escaped the devastation caused by his pounce, so it was definitely here somewhere. Either alive and hiding or dead and buried. Either way he would find it when he got close enough. He shakes his head to try to clear his senses. The overwhelming smell of tree sap and leaves was hiding the scent of his prey just as completely as the mass of broken vegetation was hiding him from sight. He lets out a low growl and takes another careful step, feeling the strength of the branches and tree trunks beneath him before shifting his weight onto them. Through the cracking and splintering of wood as he steps down he hears a muffled gasp and feels a slight movement against the underside of his clawfoot. With a purposeful snort, he quickly dips his head and checks the ground around his feet, darting his yellow-eyed gaze from one area of piled wood and leaves to another. Where was it? He feels a prickle against his toe, then a sharp pain stabs through his thick toe pad and another quickly follows, sticking right into his sole. Diablo lets out a grunt of pain and quickly lifts his hind paw, reflexively retaining perfect balance until he tentatively steps back down, further back. He feels a nasty twinge as his foot settles back down, but ignores it and angrily swings his head back to see what he’s stepped on. His eyes fix on a scurry of movement as Zed rolls out from between the branches and retreats further amongst the fallen trees, under the leafy carpet and out of sight once more. Diablo snorts angrily and lunges down, thrusting his huge muzzle through the vegetation as far as he can after the little thief. He stretches his neck out and pushes his snout right in, snuffling about for a moment before his eyes widen and he whips his head back out with a wary rumble. Nothing had happened, but he had already been clawed painfully by this human somehow and the last thing he wanted was to have his sensitive snout slashed at while it still bore a sore wound from his last fight. Diablo snarls in irritation and looks down at the broken vegetation beneath him. This was stupid. His paw hurt and his back hurt and he still hadn’t even managed to eat his tiny attacker yet. This was clearly a job for rex rage. Tossing his plans, cunning and rational thinking aside (and feeling no different for it), he lifts a huge clawfoot and hurls a massive stomp down at the thief’s last known position, following it up with another and another. Growing angrier by the second, the tyrannosaur crunches and pounds and smashes down into the vegetation, roaring furiously and unhesitatingly trampling and stomping all over the place, determined in the decision that a wounded hind paw would be worth enduring for the satisfaction of feeling that nimble little creature’s bones snapping and splintering under him. One interesting feature of rex rage is that it concentrates all a tyrannosaur’s attention on destroying everything around it, and dulls out things like pain. Pain is useless as a deterrent when a T-Rex goes into a wild rage, since the T-Rex won’t calm down until it has satisfied its desire to kill. It just won’t. So basically, it might as well just put all its attention into destroying stuff and get on with it quickly before it over-exerts itself and has a massive heart attack. In a rex rage, pain just distracts the T-Rex and makes its destroying less efficient, so subsequently the rage lasts longer and is more dangerous to the rex itself. So Diablo becomes oblivious to the searing pain that streaks through him every time he bashes his punctured hind paw through the scattered branches and broken tree trunks. He attacks everything that moves – swaying branches, shaking leaves, scattered shards of wood. He even attacks things that don’t move, but look like they might have moved while he wasn’t looking or might be able to move in some situations. He roars and stomps and rips and smashes, gradually flattening the whole area in his furious attempts to drive out or liquefy his hiding opponent.
Lair the rex's visit ..... dare you if
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| Posted 11/20/2005 7:40 AM |
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Supreme Being
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Zed sees the muzzle of the Rex breaking through the leaves close to him and gasps, as the jaws come together, biting through anything in their way. He’s pretty sure, that a human would have snapped just like the branches here. He has no chance against the T-Rex, not in this form. It’s time to shapeshift. He hears Diablos angry snarl as he wasn’t able to get his jaws around the annoying human until now and grins a bit. He knows nothing about Rex-rage and therefore he isn’t very worried just amused that he is able to piss off the mighty predator.
Zed closes his eyes and concentrates on his raptor form, when suddenly a footpaw comes down on him. It actually breaks through the branches and leaves this time and steps him into the soft muddy forest-ground with its dirty sole… no branches or leaves between them now, just the leathery pads of Diablos foot, which is pressing him into a human-shaped form, interrupting his transformation, before he was even able to start it. He doesn’t stand on him for a long time though. Soon he lifts it up again and continues his rampage. Zed sees the bottom of Diablos sole being lifted off and spits dirt and leaves out of his mouth, groaning in pain. His body feels like it has been run over by a truck and Zed writhes slightly in the mud, while he hears Diablo’s roaring and the sounds of twigs and branches being trampling into the ground. Diablo is flattening the whole area and Zed thinks that he has finally lost his mind. He was just about to get his body up again as another heavy stomp presses him back into place.
This goes on for a while and Zed gets squeezed a few more times, already feeling some bones crack. He’s not sure if anything is broken, because he doesn’t really dare to get up anymore, while the T-Rex rages like a maniac. After a while the beast seems to calm down though. Zed is not sure if he has stopped because he has flattened everything around him and wants to take a look at his work or if he just moves on to the next treetop to trample that one down too, but Zed doesn’t really care at all. The only thing that counts is that he finally has some time now to do what he should have done right at the beginning of the fight.
He closes his eyes again and this time his transformation works. He was pushed deep in the ground and as his tail grows and breaks through the fabric of his trousers it digs into the mud behind him almost like a drill. The skin on his body turns green and scales appear on it, while his face becomes longer and his teeth grow, turning to fangs. The regeneration process also starts with the transformation and he feels how some of the minor scratches disappear. His boots crumble and fall off from his feet as claws slice through them and Zed lets out an inhuman scream after the transformation is completed.
Zed digs himself out, but still tries to remain hidden. He wants to surprise the beast, he is looking forward to the dumb expression on his face when he sees his new opponent. Diablo should have heard the screech and will probably come to examine the place. Zed prepares himself to jump out as soon as the Rex comes close. No human like he will expect, but a green whirlwind of claws and teeth will leap at his neck, slashing wounds into his muzzle, chin and throat. Zed grins at the thought, his own bloodlust rising now. His enemy has really pissed him off… humiliated him by trampling on him as if he is nothing but a mere insect. He will pay for this, he will rue the day he has dared to treat a raptor like that. All these thoughts go through his mind, filling the fires of his own rage. Zed licks over his lips and opens his jaws as he hears Diablo’s footsteps coming closer again. He waits just a few more moments and when he sees the towering form above him Zed lets out another screech and jumps out of the flattened treetop like a green-skinned demon from hell.
Showdown….
Yeah, yeah.... oooh... aaaah... this is how it always goes and then there is the running... and screaming Visit my lair
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