VFX: Teudogar Ravenfeeder VS Tycho

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  1. Wolfsbane

    Wolfsbane Well-Known Member

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    The commercial break ends in the usual earthquake-like outburst of sound and lightning, and the VFX logo flashes on the TV-screens all over the world before exploding and showing the gamehost, Reverend Dropkick McMurphy, standing in the middle of the Grand Stage in the studio with a microphone in his hands. As he raises one hand into the sky, the audience goes bananas and starts a screaming stampede around the stage.

    I saaaay! Aaare youuu readyyy? Ready for what? Ready for the second fight of the VFX! Good evenin' folks, and welcome back once again to Violence Fights of eXtreme! Tonight, it's time for our second great battle, and we can only hope it'll prove itself as awesome as the first! Now, let's give it up for tonights brawlers! Can I hear a prayer for Teudogar Ravenfeeder, the Teutonic Terror? And for Tycho, the Godlike, can I get a Hallelujah? I saaay! Sadly, because of technological issues, we don't have time for no interviews, but who needs 'em anyway, eh? With that, I'll go straight to introducing tonights arena!

    ST. PETERS BASILICA
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    The St. Peters Basilica, located within the very heart of the Vatican City, is known to most as the greatest Christian church worldwide. There are numerous facts to be known about this grand monument of faith and religion; it can take in 60.000 people, and it's said to have been built on the burial site of Peter himself! Now, there're also tons of other myths and legends about that place; tales of deep underground catacombs, secret doors and corridors... there's no end to the possibilities! To add some action, we're going to release the fighters on one of the most tourist-rich days of the year, so there'll be plenty of innocent bystanders to get squashed! So! Fighters! You may begin! LET! THERE! BE...


    All of a sudden, Natacha pushes mr Dropkick out of the camera and grabs hold of it, looking deep into it.

    Hiello, Natacha hiere! I just want to say, that I likie likie booth mister Teodoggie and mister Tycho. Big muscles are sooo big. I has special prize for winnink dis game: date with Natacha! Isn't that swee...

    The Reverend comes back into view with a dropkick, which lands right in the left side of Natachas face, sending her away from the camera at a high speed.
    ...BLOOD! Begin!

    You have until late Thursday to squash eachother. Good luck :)
     
  2. theorel

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    Tycho looks around briefly for his opponent, but the size of the crowd and number of obstacles make such searching useless. He grabs a map from a stand and upon a quick glance over it decides that the dome will be the best place to go.
    "This crowd is ... problematic." Tycho says, as he tries to make his way to the elevator. Everyone who looks at him pauses, as though it's strange to see someone carrying around visible weaponry, but most never give a glance in his direction. He spies the stairs nearby, which seem to be practically deserted, and begins to make his ascent.

    Well, it seems one of our combatants has decided to take the high road as it were.

    One of the most basic strategies around, higher ground is always an advantage.
     
  3. Dark Elf

    Dark Elf Administrator Staff Member

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    It is widely agreed upon that drinking profusely makes one merry, if only in the short term. In the long term however, it leads to the kind of splitting headache that makes a man want to bite open his own cranium to let some of that pressure out.

    Rather bad timing to be suffering from epic hungover the day of a fight.

    But then again, who said being a womanizing barbarian hero didn't come with certain obligations? Fuck, there was the reputation to consider! Roughed up the clientel at that local watering hole pretty good last night, didn't he? And all the loose women, now, there's a bunch of ladies who won't be walking straight for the next couple of weeks.

    And the vague memories of last night's glory emerging in his poor throbbing head could have been enough to cheer him up, but regrettably his stomach just wouldn't agree, and had him projectile vomit several gallons of partly digested meat products over a statue of St. Michael.

    To be frank about it, the fight didn't look too good, and it hadn't even begun yet.

    His ears registered some vague hollering about his combatant reaching for the high ground, and being too damn thick to understand that there might be an elevator, our hero embarks to climb the nearest pillar.
     
  4. theorel

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    As Tycho topped the staircase, he ran into another group of tourists milling about on the roof, unconcerned with the events about to transpire around them. Tycho pressed his way through the crowd, into the dome, to look out over the interior of the Basilica. Before he made it inside, he noticed that more and more people were moving along in the same direction. Being carried along by the flood of people he heard outcries about some half-crazed barbarian climbing the pillars toward the roof.

    Finally the stampede stopped, as the people pressed against one another, in order to get as close as possible to the edge of the parapet to see the spectacle before them. Tycho pressed on through the crowd until he finally caught a glimpse of his adversary climbing op to him. "I have you now, my esteemed opponent." And Tycho reached to draw out his bow, only to realize that in the throng of people his arms could barely move, much less draw his bow and fire it. Tycho tried to move people away from him, but more pressed in to fill the gaps. His unusual appearance was not enough to gain him any separation from the crowd given the ridiculous scene before them.

    Pressing forward, Tycho decided to take a chance, leaping high into the air, over the heads of those in between him and the edge of the parapet. He caught the low wall with his feet, and latched his knees over it. Drawing his bow in the air, he steadied himself as best he could hanging from his knees, pulled back the arrow and took a shot.

    After taking his shot he flipped over the side, and while sliding down the pillar, hoisted his bow back over his shoulder, and drew his sword, hoping to catch his opponent off-guard, when they found themselves on the ground.

    And so it begins, folks.
     
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    If imbibing the amount of ethanol generally required to kill an elephant bull in its prime makes your head hurt beyond belief the following day, try on that same day to be the designated target of an expert archer's headshot.

    I tell you, it definitely makes things go from bad to worse.

    Now, the combination of a steel helmet, a thick skull and a tiny brain kept the arrow from injuring any vital organs, but there is an amazing amount of blood vessels in the human forehead, and now he had blood running down his eyes, which usually means bad business to a man who was already seeing double.

    Teudogar roared in berserker frenzy. There was a time when he actually screamed an enraged bear to death. This time it was even worse. It is a pity that mere Roman letters cannot fully convey the flavour of how it sounded, but a close approximation would be something like:

    GGROOHAUGA!!!!!

    Scores of bystanders, most of them devout catholics stuffed to the limit from mardi gras festivities, suffered instant heart failure from the sonic shock and fell in droves around him. A bunch of Japanese tourists, true to all prejudices ever held against the nips, flashed their cameras like crazy. This is generally a bad thing to do to a berserker warrior suffering from severe hangover-induced light sensitivity, and in this case, was so.
    In one mighty leap, Teudogar jumped towards the group of slanty eyed travellers who would have had the time to contemplate their mistake had not a viking axe separated the upper part of their central nervous system from where it connects with the spine.

    It was then he saw the swordsman in the crowd, the one with a bow over his shoulders.

    Rushing through the tourists like a bull, he highered his axe in an attempt to hit that coward sniper!
     
  6. theorel

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    Tycho quickly decided that standing in the way of a raging bull wielding a battle-axe is a good way to die. As such, he held his ground, waiting until the last possible moment to move aside in order to take his opponent off guard. He managed to stop the axe, for the most part with his sword, but the momentum of the brute sent him sprawling into the Altar in the middle of the room. Meanwhile his opponent proceeded to cleave through the tourists as they scattered in every direction from what they reasonably suspected would be their demise.

    As he came to his feet, he felt hot blood flow down his arm from where the axe had still connected. The barbarian turned from his carnage, blood flowing down his face, Tycho grinned. "You don't look so well friend, perhaps you should take a moment to calm down...someone's liable to get hurt." As he said this, Tycho moved to just in front of the altar, preparing to flip backwards onto it, once the barbarian charged again.

    Teudogar screamed as he charged again, and Tycho executed his back-flip flawlessly. Unfortunately, a stone altar is not much better than paper against a battle-axe in the hands of such a foe, and it was cloven in two. As the table collapsed, Tycho fell off to the side of the table. And as the barbarian turned to hack him in two on the ground, Tycho grabbed the half of the table nearest him, and swung it at his over-sized adversary.

    That boy's crazier'n a truck full of nuts.

    oooh, eet's so excitink to see da boys fightink ofer me so valiantly.
     
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    If there was one thing Teudogar hated more than having to fight with a massive headache and an arrow sticking out of his forehead, it was fighting someone much faster and more agile than he was. He swung his axe like mad, but the nimble opponent jumped to and fro, dodging his blows seemingly without effort. Altars crumbled, statues of catholic saints exploded in showers of dust and gravel, dead and mutilated tourists and clergy rolled across the stone floors like skittles.

    The little man was wearing him out, he could feel it. Sweat mixed with the blood running down his face, and he knew that something had to be done before he got too tired to fight.

    Now the artful dodger was right in front of him, so Teudogar charged, drawing power from his rage and annoyance. Like greased lightning, the little man jumped away, leaving a richly adorned man looking strangely alike the emperor from the Star Wars movies in Teudogars way. In one mighty blow, the man was cloven in two, the axe firmly stuck in a small crater in the massive stone floor.

    At that very moment, the opponent's sword pierced through Teudogar's loin, causing intense pain.

    Teudogar turned around, drawing his sword, his face mad with anger, pain and exhaustion, one leg now limp. He'd rather die than let his opponent have all the fun!
     
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    Taking advantage of his opponent's need to draw a new weapon, Tycho charged in. However, Teudogar managed to have his blade ready before Tycho could find his mark. Sword met sword, and each proceeding swing met steel rather than flesh. The clanging metal echoed throughout the Basilica, the light flashing off of their blades creating ghostly shapes on the walls. "Tiring already? Maybe we should find you a place to sit down." Tycho was quicker than his opponent, but in spite of his ample strength, this bearded behemoth was stronger still. With each passing round of blows, the barbarian came closer to breaking through Tycho's defense. His anger and frustration becoming nearly tangible, and his strength growing with his rage.

    As they danced about the room, Tycho backed into a pool of entrails from one of the hapless tourists cloven in two by a large axe. And, as he dodged one of the large man's blows, he slipped and fell to the ground, face first. Not failing to take advantage of his opportunity, Teudogar swung his blade into Tycho's right shoulder. Tycho tucked and rolled with the momentum of the blow, going between the giant's legs. Rising on the other side, he found his arm hanging limply at his side, his sword at the feet of his adversary.

    Thinking quickly, Tycho took a swift kick at his rival's injured leg. He then headed for the nearest staircase down, hoping his opponent would have some difficulty with stairs in his injured state. As he descended the stairs, he pulled the automatic rifle off his back. Maybe somewhere in the grottoes he could find a place to steady his rifle, in spite of using his left arm, and get enough good shots at his opponent to take him down.

    And the blood shall flow like water, and it will be glorious!
     
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    Glorious? Hah! I'll show you how glorious it is to die screaming for your life like a little emo schoolgirl!

    The coward had taken refuge down the stairs, no doubt planning something insidious. Normally, he'd just rush down the stairs and take the bastard out, but his right leg was in a mess and the best he could ever hope for was to hobble at a medium pace into his own death. Damnit, he was the one feeding the ravens, not their bloody food.

    But if he couldn't run down the stairs, why not simply glide instead? He stood for a moment and looked at the halves of Benedict XVI, slippery as they were of blood and entrails. Then, he shoved one foot in each, making several cardinals in the audience go a whiter shade of pale. He then broke the shaft of his axe to use as a ski pole and proceeded to ski frantically towards the stairs, leaving a slippery trail of papal innards behind him.

    HERE'S JOHNNY! he screamed as he thundered down the stairs through a rain of bullets, one of which grazing the side of his head and another one hitting his left shoulder, crashing into his opponent with a loud bang and then tumbling down the hall together with Tycho and a very divided head of church.
     
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    Tycho climbed to his feet, shaking his head as he attempted to regain some sense of balance, dripping with blood from various sources. He turned to see his over-sized opponent doing the same, with the haft of an axe still in his hand. Tycho searched about for a weapon, settling on the femur from one of the many skeletons now littering the area in pieces. He charged his enemy with all the strength he could muster.

    The oaf swung with his axe shaft, which Tycho deflected with the femur, as he slammed his right shoulder into the great mass before him. Pain exploded from his injury, as his opponent went flying back through a couple coffins and into the wall. Tycho had just managed to clear the pain from his head, when he saw a large piece of wood slam into his face, sending him back through a pillar, and into the other wall. He coughed as he stood up, shaking his head to clear his vision, "So, do ya think they'll bother taking you out of this tomb once you're dead? Seems like the waste of a perfectly good burial." Picking up a large shard from the stone pillar he had so recently been in contact with, Tycho stepped toward his opponent, keeping himself just out of reach watching for an opening.

    "Judgement approacheth, only the worthy shall stand. Folks, this fights coming to an end, and it will surely be an impressive one, can I get an Hallelujah!"
     
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    It had been a rough fight. His left arm was hanging limp after the shoulder was shot, he was bleeding profusely from the arrow in his head, the bullet that had scraped open his right cheek and the sword that had pierced his right loin. Two limbs limp. That's bad.

    He'd given as good as he'd got though. And still, the fucker just wouldn't call it a day, but was even now approaching him with a fucking piece of stone in his hand.

    Some people just had to be taught when to finish.

    He picked up one half of the late pope with his right arm, and then twisted his hip so that his limp left arm flew whirled through the air and hit the stone shard Tycho was wearing, disarming him with a combination of force and surprise. He then used his good leg to kick his opponent in the balls, inflicting a satisfactory facial expression and the sound two small sensitive things give off when they're crushed. At this point, Tycho's mouth formed a big "O".

    Then, in one swift, powerful motion, Teudogar shoved half-a-pople down Tycho's throat, causing holy internal bleeding, killing his opponent instantly.

    Granted, it had been a good fight, and dying with someone's foot sticking out of your mouth may not exactly be a dignified way of dying for a great warrior, but... meh, he was tired and wanted it to end.

    The sun appeared and made the partly demolished basilica glisten beautifully, a fact the teutonic warrior pissing on a pillar was completely oblivious to.

    Now... how about a stiff drink and some loose women to treat the pain?
     
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