Duel:OOC Switch Role Tourney - Tyler VS Senka

Specifics

Duelists : Tyler (Playing Senka) and Senka (Playing Tyler)

Judges : Dogma, Celinia, Skylei

Winner : Tyler playing Senka

Tyler vs Senka

Intro

Senka :: The sun has hidden behind clouds promising rain, leaving only a watery yellow to reveal its presence. Together with the pinch of the cold afternoon breeze makes Tyler aware of the comfort that is the embrace of his outfit. It’s blue, dark like the rain already promised by the clouded sky and still smooth despite the years of use. Only the fabric covering Tyler’s face gives away its age, and even then only to the man himself, as he inhales the dusty scent of his mask. It’s been a while since he has fought, the man does not enjoy it, but today he must and today he will. Strong hands briefly reach for his katana with movements as calm and fluid as one would expect after all his training. Yes, it’s still smooth in its scabbard and ready to be used. Eyes that are surrounded by black, another preparation for this long awaited fight, finally lift to view his opponent. His heart might be beating, adrenaline already rushing through his veins, but with his eyes darkened and his face half-hidden, it would be impossible to tell for most. Even steps, far heavier now than they will be during the duel, take the man to the middle of the road where there are no alleys to hide in or houses which windows can break. There, the man lowers his head and gathers his breath to exhale once, evenly. It is time.

Tyler :: The clouded sky has left the streets fairly vacant and with good reason. Patrons of the tavern press their filthy mugs against the fogging windows with hopes of catching a glimpse of the battle about to take place without stepping into harms way. As Tyler is at work mentally and physically preparing, Senka is beyond ready for the blood bath set to ensue. Breaking the silence of the still air is the sound of rustling leaves and heavy steps as a massive white wolf leaps from the tree line and lands in the way kicking up dirt and dust as she lands. Disturbing red hues lock to the blue suit and follow from head to toe before resting on the caramel colored eyes of her enemy. The crimson stains around Senka's maw hint to a recent meal and though her belly is full the scrawny looking man appears to be the perfect dessert. A quick lap of her tongue to the chops and a heckling cackle from the skull bouncing around her head in taunt to the man before she drops her front legs into the dirt and broadcast a set of pearly white fangs, beckoning the pathetic human to make the first move.

Duel Starts Here

Senka :: Tyler might be held back by social anxieties and insecurities but when it comes to battle his head is firm on his shoulders and his mind is cool. There is a wolf snarling at him, painted by blood and violence and it does not take a genius to figure out that today attack is the best defence. Caramel eyes take only a moment to eye the violently bared fangs before his body is moving. One step, two steps and the man has enough jump and use the momentum to swing his fist high only to crash it back down the moment his feet hit the ground. Bending knees, turning his body, Tyler uses every single muscle in his body to smash his cloth-covered-knuckles onto the earth. As his fist hits the uneven stones of the Kelay road, they rise one after the other to greater and greater heights. In a single line they rush towards the albino in a single, violent tidal wave that focuses all its attention upon her. To the wolf it would be as if a bull made of rocks is coming straight for her, sure to hit her with the force of one as Tyler commands the earth to rise to his call. Or at least seems to. Illusions, after all, are the man’s forte.

Tyler :: Senka is giving a gutteral growl as Tyler makes his first move. The red eyes flashing with his movements to keep track of the small framed human. She's laughing inside as he does some fairy flip nonsense and seems to punch the ground. He thinks the ground is the enemy! The attitude falls back in line as the ground manifests into a barrage of oncoming projectiles. The lycan isn't sure what to do, and her intial reaction is 'kill it'. With all fours slashing against the worn earth of the Kelay Way, Senka takes off in full force against the rubble. It isn't until she is within a few feet that her senses kick into effect and she realizes this is going to hurt, -a lot-. The skull orbiting around the wolf is laughing at her stupidity. The jaw dislocating to offer a chilling pop in addition to the taunt. However, it calls out to her in a mocking tone, "Make believe! This one's got an imaginary friend, even! Illusions! Illusions! He can't even speak to a girl! Bhahaha!" Senka offers only a seconds thought to the skull in a crazed debate of whether it is screwing with her mind or telling the truth. Either way, she doesn't have a choice. The wolf takes the odds and accepts the fact that the rocks are indeed just illusions. The collision is imminent. The gamble pays off. Senka leaps into the rocks with a fierce bark and her body phases through the stone. She lands with grace on the other side and snarls to the illusionist. His mind games wouldn't work here, but perhaps hers would. Senka reaches forth into Tyler's mind and finds his darkest memories. Odd, she see's a familiar wood elf there. Perhaps a quick scenario to pull Tyler off guard. Senka broadcasts an image of Skylei being tormented in Tyler's mind in an attempt to cause him distress while she pushes forward. Senka wouldn't think about her next action, she was locked on Tyler and once she is within six feet of the human she pounces - her maw gaping open with saliva and blood spilling out in a spew of disgust as she aims to rip the man's throat out.

Senka ::Tyler hadn’t expected his fancy footwork to impress the wolf but he hadn’t encountered an animal capable of fighting illusions yet. Then again, the talking skull thing is probably a first as well. As his illusion turns out to be nothing but a waste of mental energy, the man gathers his magic to attempt another, more subtle attack. Unfortunately it’s the brunet’s mind that is attack this time and as always Senka’s attacks are vicious. It’s Skylei, another woman capable of speeding his heart although not necessarily because of the adrenaline, and she’s screaming. The normally silent ninja grunts in surprise and pain as the image lingers stubbornly. It’s his fault. It’s all his fault. As his hand reaches up to tangle in his hair in distress, it encounters no roots to pull but instead the smooth fabric of his ninja mask. But doesn’t he only don his outfit to fight? Why would he ever fight Sky-Finally his magic comes to his defence but it has wasted precious, dangerous seconds. The man looks up to find he’s looking straight into the saliva covered maw of the creature he had been fighting. Reflexes and the nimbleness that he has so carefully trained saves his throat as Tyler purposefully unbalances his body in an attempt to avoid those sharp fangs. He avoids them, but not the hard bone of Senka’s snout and the entire weight of the wolf behind it as it collides hard with his jaw. Something ‘cracks’ and blood fills his mouth but the ninja’s attention lies upon the beast and his caramel eyes do not waver away from the image that is most definitely not projected into his mind. No shrieking Sky, no, it’s a snarling Senka he’s facing. The man doesn’t stumble from the force of that hit, although his feet do move faster than he quite means them to, and quickly he reaches for his sheathed katana. In one single movement Tyler uses the act of unsheathing his sword to slide into Senka’s exposed side. It would be a shallow cut, even if it hits, with his feet not quite under him but at least the man has earned himself precious new seconds. If he could he’d use those seconds to yank down his mask and spit out blood and teeth but the beast is too close, too fast and too feral to give himself that luxury now. Later on he might gag remembering that quick swallow that rids him of the blood (and, unfortunately, tooth) caught in his mouth but now he barely notices it as he chases after the wolf. A tilt of that sword makes it gleam, even in the weak light of the cloud-hidden sun, and the muscles in his arm coil tightly as Tyler swings. He aims his sword to slash straight into the roof of Senka’s maw should she have it open, making it painful for the wolf to attack and, indeed, cover her maw with her own blood should he succeed. (Naturally, if her maw is not open the second he does she the man will be content just injuring the snout.) Nimble fingers have already uncovered a kunai from the ninja’s pouch, and as he finishes his swing he uses the speed of his attack to turn his body. His back is only to the wolf for a precious single second before he turns further to reveal the kunai in his fist, aiming it to bury the knife deep between the beast’s ribs. It’s only after this attempt that the man dares to back off again, hopefully leaving the wolf in pain. Distance works in his favour, the reach of his katana is further than the reach of Senka’s maw and it’s on this that the man relies.

Tyler :: Senka is caught off guard by his hasty recovery and the contact of her snout against him leaves her having a sneezing fit. The ever-mocking skull cackling at the duo causes Senka to lose focus for a moment, and that single moment has played a great deal against her. The cut to her side as Tyler pulls forth his favorite weapon leaves her with little more than an itch. It isn't until her makes his full force attack that she feels the pain of her foolish stagger. She is showcasing her pearly whites when the blade makes contact with her snout causing the wolf to submit a yelp and jerk away from the man. Before she can recooperate the kunai is already lodged in her ribs causing a loud shriek as she snaps her neck to latch onto the blade and yank it out. The blood falling from her face and side stain the dirt beneath a dark crimson and though Tyler has managed to hit a few blows he has also succeded in pulling the lycanthrope into a blood lust. Any rational thought the woman may've had is now long gone and even the skull has fallen silent as she glares to Tyler with a blind rage. Another deep growl is offered as a crack of thunder signals the arrival of rain at last and it comes down heavy. As the human makes his retreat to gain ground, Senka see's it as an opportunity, speed being her greatest ally. Charging for another blow she serpentines back and forth toward the man, using her 'voice' to call out in his mind in another attempt to confuse him. "Left" - the cracked rasp voice rings out in his mind aimed to provide only a moment of unsurity as Senka moves in low and from the right. Her lunge this balanced to her hind legs in order to propel herself faster. An bloody, gaping maw presenting spiked fangs ready to dig deep into the human's right hand and disarm him of the kitana.

Senka ::Rain sinks into the thick cloth that is Tyler’s ninja outfit and drags over his blackened eyes to reveal long streaks that won’t be coming into fashion anytime soon as it might in other worlds. It leaks into his eyes and though the man has been careful not to use any kind that stings the make-up does blur his eyesight. Or is it the rain? Blurred as his vision may be, that doesn’t mean he can’t smell the blood and practically feel the violence that comes from the lycanthrope before he can even finish putting distance between them. The white blur rushes towards him, first left, then right, then lef-no! “Oh sh-!” The usually silent man barely has time to regret his mistake before there’s an iron hold on his hand. Senka’s fangs dig deep and Tyler doesn’t even feel his fingers release his favourite weapon, he can only hear the wet ‘thud’ of the weapon hitting the Kelay stones. Instinct has him jerking back his hand and the wolf’s fangs devastate it. It’s a painful mistake, one that has his blood mixing with the rain and leaking on the road as easily as Senka’s. Tyler’s priority is his release and a quick search of his pouch has him unearthing another ninja tool. This time it’s a smoke bomb, a tool always used for escape but escaping Senka’s vision won’t help the man much. However, the fine powder is bound to be an irritation for the eyes and it’s on this that the man in blue counts. A quick toss sends the smoke bomb not towards the ground but towards the red eyes of the albino. The sting will be fierce should he succeed, and as irritating as the pixie dust the wolf is so allergic to. With a little luck the wolf will release his hand in the distraction but even if she does, Tyler has lost his interest in distance with his hand unable to wield the sharp katana. Another reach brings out another kunai upon which the ninja will place his hopes. It’s grasped firmly between his fingers and palm and when he jabs it down in the direction of Senka’s neck, it’s with the fierce violence of a temper finally sparked. The man doesn’t easily lose his cool but it’s not every day that there’s a wolf on your hand. Whether his attack succeeds or not, the illusionist is robbed of his illusions and has no other option but to keep raising his arm. Again and again muscles gather every ounce of power to bring the sharp edged weapon down upon the wolf for as long as she is within reach, whether it’s her head or neck or shoulders. All Tyler is aiming at this point, blinded by rain and pain alike, is a large, violent, white blur.

Tyler :: Senka feels a rush of satisfaction set deep in her bones as her teeth sink deep into Tyler's flesh. The taste of the human's blood akin to the sweetest of necter, her tongue lapping at it even with the vice grip still held tightly. The bomb makes it's mark and Senka finds herself in great pain as the power stings so violently. Unlike Tyler's hopes however, the lycan doesn't release his arm but instead bites down harder. Another hit of satisfaction as the crunch of his bone is audible grinding against her teeth. Senka begins shaking her head violently in order to mangle the flesh of the human, and in doing so she manages to miss the first blow of the Kunai. The second, however, comes in contact with her shoulder and the reflex to release the man's arm hits. Her yelp echoes through the vacant street and patrons from the crowded tavern can be heard both cheering and booing in their selected fighters favor. Senka is still blinded and her eyes bubble and burn. Kneeling down to wipe her paw against her eyes causes another mistake, a blow from the Kunai connects with her neck, slicing the flesh rather than piercing. The muddied earth around the duo has turned to a pool of blood from both parties and Senka is actually backing away from the raging human. The stress causes her to hack and cough until a nice slew of mangled meat erupts from her maw, emptying her stomach from the prior lunch. In this moment she has little time to think and is still recovering from vomiting when Tyler is close enough to hit a kill shot. The lycanthrope doesn't back away any further, she won't relent, aggression will be the key to her success. With a fierce shout, the skull that now silently orbits the duo suddenly launches toward Tyler's crown, aiming to head butt the man while Senka provides another leap in his direction. Her vision is shot, and she decides accuracy isn't going to be in her favor. So she aims for the largest portion of the man - his gut.

Senka ::Raindrops fly with every vigorous rise and lower of the ninja’s arm, sinking into cloth and fur as man and beast remain locked in battle. Vomit, cracked bone, both parties suffer their discomfort and it’s no wonder that Tyler means to end it quickly, aiming for that final kill shot. Instead the skull shouts and bounces off of the ninja’s skull, forcing his weight back and his swinging kunai to hit nothing but air. The distraction, however, doesn’t quite help Senka alone. As Tyler’s weight shifts, his heel braces on the regurgitated slimy flesh that came from deep within the wolf’s stomach. Slipping over wet stone and taking the ninja’s heel with him, the meat goes flying and so does Tyler as his heel is taken out from under him. It’s a blessing in disguise for his gut is no longer where the wolf aimed it to be. For a dangerous second, the human’s face is where his gut used to be with his rear planted firmly on wet street, but the man has the sense to lay flat and avoid the wolf’s snapping maw. One fang still scrapes over his cheek, he barely made it, but it’s a small price to pay for keeping his guts inside of his skin. A push of his feet turns Tyler’s body and now using the slippery stone to his advantage, the nimble man slips out from underneath the beast’s furry body. The moment he’s far enough, he returns to his feet although now swaying with pain and fatigue. All he can do is reach into his pouch to bring out more sharp pointy things: his kunai yet again. He curls them between fingers, ready to fly with a flick of his wrist should the wolf charge again. He’d use an illusion if he could, but the chance is too great that the wolf will see through his deception and the human is tired enough as it is. All he can do, now, is wait and hope that the rain does not take away too much of his eyesight.

Tyler :: Senka is furious by the time her paws hit the ground. This-this-this small, fragile, IDIOT of a human has managed to cause her much more pain and suffering than her time is worth. He's caused her to loose her lunch and won't even make up for it being nothing but skin and bones. At this point the wolf has her head low to the ground emitting a constant growl as blood and spit drip from her maw in a constant stream. Despite the fog in her eyes she can easily make out his figure standing weak and fatigued at the edge of the way. The patrons in the tavern have all fallen silent as the final moments of the battle wind down. She charges, making no attempt in fancy dodges or foot work as she leaps toward the human - her front paws connection with his chest to force him to the ground. Finally, she makes her mark as longing fangs tear through the cheap fabric of the ninja mask and directly into the soft, pure skin of the man's neck. He tries to scream but winds up gargling his own blood as Senka continues gnawing into his insides. After a few seconds the puny human falls silent and Senka raises her head to the pouring sky and releases a long victorious howl. Cheers echo from inside the tavern but are quick to silent as she shoots an intimidating glare through the window. She turns back now to enjoy her pathetic excuse of a meal. The skull cackling all the while.