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In the still of night, in the great arena where fighters come to test their mettle during the day, the shadows bled a figure who quietly made his way through the empty rows of seats which usually are filled with the overeager patrons of the constant competitions. The figure slipped through the ropes surrounding the ring in the middle of the stadium, and looked up to see his prize, a gold-plated belt with the words "King of Fighters" branded on it. A piece like this would be worth a fortune, he thought, and pulled out a blade from his cloak in order to cut it down.
Suddenly, the lights of the arena blared to life, and he shielded his eyes from the blinding whiteness around him. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see the belt had been raised well out of his reach, much to his chagrin. A booming laughter echoed through the stadium, and he turned to see a shirtless man standing in front of the opposite entrance, wearing a large bird mask on top of his head. "So, the rumors that someone was after my belt weren't misleading. Guess it was wise to stay after hours, then."
A low growl emanated from under the cloaked figure's hood as the bird-headed man continued down the stairs. "Don't worry about any authorities coming here. I didn't alert any of them. In fact, I'm even willing to give you my champion's belt. However..." The man suddenly bounded into the air from half-way down the stairs and landed on the closest corner post with ease. "...there is a condition to my generosity. My title isn't the King of Fighters for nothing. You may have it if you happen to defeat me in a fight. What do you say?"
The cloaked figure remained quiet for a short time, before slowly taking a hand and pulling off his hood, revealing the head of a corvid, one that appeared far more real than the one this masked man wore now. The cloaked bird then dipped down into a fighting stance, his already unsheathed blade steady in his hand, to which the man opposite of his merely chuckled. "I see you aren't afraid of brandishing a weapon. That's more than fine. I can defeat you regardless of any tricks you may bring. Now, let us see who is the real champion!" The bell rang, and both bird-headed men charged toward each other with the sole intent of victory.
In the blue corner, we have Tizoc from Fatal Fury, and in the red corner, we have the Kenku from Dungeons & Dragons.
Suddenly, the lights of the arena blared to life, and he shielded his eyes from the blinding whiteness around him. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see the belt had been raised well out of his reach, much to his chagrin. A booming laughter echoed through the stadium, and he turned to see a shirtless man standing in front of the opposite entrance, wearing a large bird mask on top of his head. "So, the rumors that someone was after my belt weren't misleading. Guess it was wise to stay after hours, then."
A low growl emanated from under the cloaked figure's hood as the bird-headed man continued down the stairs. "Don't worry about any authorities coming here. I didn't alert any of them. In fact, I'm even willing to give you my champion's belt. However..." The man suddenly bounded into the air from half-way down the stairs and landed on the closest corner post with ease. "...there is a condition to my generosity. My title isn't the King of Fighters for nothing. You may have it if you happen to defeat me in a fight. What do you say?"
The cloaked figure remained quiet for a short time, before slowly taking a hand and pulling off his hood, revealing the head of a corvid, one that appeared far more real than the one this masked man wore now. The cloaked bird then dipped down into a fighting stance, his already unsheathed blade steady in his hand, to which the man opposite of his merely chuckled. "I see you aren't afraid of brandishing a weapon. That's more than fine. I can defeat you regardless of any tricks you may bring. Now, let us see who is the real champion!" The bell rang, and both bird-headed men charged toward each other with the sole intent of victory.
In the blue corner, we have Tizoc from Fatal Fury, and in the red corner, we have the Kenku from Dungeons & Dragons.
- This is a battle to the death or incapacitation. No holds barred.
- Neither character are aware of each other beforehand, and there is no prep time.
- Neither character are allowed any outside help.
- This battle takes place in the Universal Arena, giving Tizoc the home-field advantage.
- The Kenku Ringleader is used in this battle.
- Speed is equalized.
- World Champion: 0
- Stealth Master: 0
- Inconclusive: 8 (SamanPatou, CrackerVolley, Tonygameman, Tllmbrg, Peppersalt43, BoastJr, Starter_Pack, Mariogoods)
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