ChuckleHuck, let us do battle!

[SephirothKirby]

Hm, I seem to have made a post a while back that you never responded to. Perhaps this one will enlighten you.

I usually use Roy, but I have found joy in using SephirothKirby, so let me try him out.

The battle shall take place at...A Scrabble Board. Yes, a Scrabble Board, but we shall be resized to roughly one fourth the size of a tile.

SephirothKirby sweeps into battle, making use of his dark wings. He scans the area, awaiting his opponent, ChuckleHuck, to appear.

He sighs, thinking to himself.

"Why do I allow myself to battle on such terms? Ah, but I do love the art of battle...my paintings made of blood."

[ChuckleHuck]

ChuckleHuck fumbles to his stance, from a drunken haze. Though when finaly succeeded, he stood as if he were a god. His polished brass armor reflected the world around him, giving power to his already muscular body. His sword was Excalibur, and his shield was used by the great Theseus. He lifted his head toward his opponent and said words that lit the fuse to the great battle...

"Make my day, puff-ball."

[SephirothKirby]

"Why do you smell horribly of alcohol, you lowly filth?"

SephirothKirby shot up off of his perch, and lunged toward ChuckleHuck, blade pointing outward. Although he had full brass armor, the force of the Masamune coming at him made a scratch on his armor.

"Now, where could someone like you afford this armor? I suppose all is fair, I have other means of offense"

He put his stubby hand in the air, as a wall of scorching flames surrounded him.

"Hm, how are you to strike me now, mortal?"

[ChuckleHuck]

ChuckleHuck quickly became sober at SephirothKirby's snappy remarks.

"Agh, It's only the latest party gig out there...just a little off-tuned to my appearance, I guess."

ChuckleHuck peers at the scratch.

"I guess you owe me a fine penny, mistier Sephiroth Kirby."

ChuckleHuck raises his sword into the air, and then plunges it into the ground. The physical shock from the sword to the ground forms a mobile gash in the ground that heads straight to his rival.

[SephirothKirby]

SephirothKirby was caught off guard by ChuckleHuck's attack. It flipped him up into the air, making him topple back to the ground.

"Hrgh...I did not expect that."

He sat upright, and got back into position. He doesn't allow the same mistake twice. He lifted his sword up, and ran toward ChuckleHuck.

"FLASH!"

With that exclaimed, ChuckleHuck wasn't sure what happened. It was as if the attack happened in the blink of an eye, because SephirothKirby was suddenly behind him, when a mere second ago he was clearly in front of him.

"Do you like that attack? It's a...personal favorite..."

It was then ChuckleHuck realized it was a light-speed attack, because he felt his flesh rip open on his leg-- Somehow through his armor.

[ChuckleHuck]

ChuckleHuck quickly noticed the wound and gritted his teeth in pain. As fast as he could, not to loose anymore blood that he had left, he jolted out a round bottle of bright purple liquid. He then smashed it on the ground next to his leg, and a blinding mist of purple fog accented from where the bottle was thrown. SepirothKirby felt revived from the mist, but lost sight of ChuckleHuck. SephirothKirby then felt a warm liquid upon his stomach.

He had been back-stabbed by Chuckle.

[SephirothKirby]

SephirothKirby flinched, as his hand slowly crept down to his stomach. He felt the tip of the sword going through his barely structured body. His fingers* graced it, taking the blood on to his hand. He then put his hand to his face, and licked the blood off. He pulled out, and landed face down on the floor. He then rolled over on his back, from which he was able to use his wings to get up. The mist was still there, perhaps getting a little thinner, but still far more difficult than normal to see. If you could see his expression, SephirothKirby was grinning. ChuckleHuck's ears heard two very frightening words.

"Sin Harvest."

SephirothKirby laughed with the idea of his victory. ChuckleHuck knew that his opponent was cocky, so the attack must've done something foul.

That's when ChuckleHuck felt a tightening sensation in his chest. It was like dark energy had concentrated on one specific area, and stuck there. It became harder and harder for ChuckleHuck to breathe, and his movements became sluggish. SephirothKirby had weakened his enemy for the kill.

*No, he does not have Fingers, but I use that to imply the tip of his stubby arm.

[ChuckleHuck]

ChuckleHuck was defiantly in a troublesome position. He moved as if he was wearing rock armor. He knew he had to attack his opponent at all costs, but he was at a dire situation. He stood a far distance. So by the time he reached his SephirothKirby, his rival would have enough strength left to end the battle. Then he had a thought.

"My lunch!"

ChuckleHuck suddenly reached into a sack and pulled out a potato. He flung the potato at SpehirothKirby, which plunged on top of him.

[SephirothKirby]

(OoC: I suppose I should continue this battle, I have put if off too long.)

SephirothKirby was stunned. Slightly because of the strike, but mainly because of the sheer surprise of being struck with a potato.

"You really will use anything for a weapon."

He knew Sin Harvest's effects didn't last too long. So he had to strike quickly. The mist was getting ever thinner, so that he could make out the silhouette of a person.

He dashed toward it, and stretched out his blade. He swung it swiftly and powerfully, as that is the grace of the Masamune. Of course, it didn't do much harm. He did have sturdy bronze armor. But the Masamune is of legend, it is nothing to toy with, as such, it made a thin, yet noticeable scratch in his armor.

"Growing weary, are we?"

SephirothKirby taunted his opponent. He leapt back, and awaited his response to this.

(OoC: Meh, I haven't RolePlayed in a while, so don't expect this to be as good as my other writings. I need to get back into the spirit.)

[ChuckleHuck]

(Ooc: Not bad, actualy. After all, it did take you w week or so to respond. But eh, It's not like I've been on VGF at all lately.)

Chucklehuck found the slightest impact by the strike. It was either by the hangover from his drunken stance, or maybe the internal Hell that was bound in himself by Sin Harvest, perhaps by Sephiroth Kirby's rude comment...but these were a plural of one foul act. Reguardless, ChuckleHuck blinked his eyes a couple of times and stood straight. By that note, he made some sort of funny...defensive walk tward his rival. It seems like a mix of a jog and a side-step. He neared Sephiroth Kirby, and jolted out his blade to his rival, like a bat to a baseball.

"You're not the only one with a sharp sword." ChuckleHuck sneered, "How about you go home right now and leave out some misery, and take that butter knife with you too." He said, mocking his sword.

[SephirothKirby]

SephirothKirby had been sneering, but as the cold steel penetrated his flesh, he grimaced as the blood trickled. He had been damaged to a larger extent now, and he would have to fight with his mind rather than sheer strength. He tightened his grip, and put it by his injured side. His breaths became heavier, and his eyes became cold. He now felt true rage toward his opponent. Before he had just been annoyed.

"Chucklehuck, I am afraid I cannot comply with your wishes. My sword is my love, as an artist loves his brush, I will not have you mock it."

SephirothKirby was serious now. Dead serious. His black wings spread out as he jumped backwards into the air, landing perfectly on his feet a small bit back. He needed some space from ChuckleHuck.

I've used Firaga Wall, Flash, and I have used Sin Harvest...I see no reason to take this innocent man's soul with Meteor. This is my malicious sides skills. Perhaps I should retain my calmer, peaceful side. That tends to relax me in battle.

SephirothKirby looked intense, but only in a moment did his entire body looked like it was relieved. His body loosened up, he slouched, and he took a carefree look upon himself. It was as if he had changed personalities entirely.

"Hiiiiii!"

ChuckleHuck wasn't sure how to take this. Was this an insult? Did SephirothKirby feel he didn't need to use his full potential to fight him? It left a confused expression on his face.

SephirothKirby then stared at his sword, as if he didn't know what to do with it. This went on for a moment, until he put the hilt in his mouth and began sucking on it, as if it were a lollipop. Surely he would've died by now, if ChuckleHuck hadn't been staring in awe at this display. His opponent was now acting like a small child, would it even be morally right to attack him?

His thoughts were pierced when SephirothKirby clenched his sword and ran toward Chuckle. He may've been childlike, but he still knew he was in a battle, and it was no time to be toying around, leaving himself open. He leapt up into the air, rather high, and pointed the sword downward. There was a drop in his altitude, and ChuckleHuck took a look a fear upon himself. He was a strong and agile man, so he tried to parry it with the Excalibur, which resulted in him averting a direct thrust to his face, but the Masamune had been drawn a new path, which had cut off a few strands of hair, along with a thin line drawn upon his cheek. At first it appeared to do no damage, until it was painfully clear it sliced open as the blood started to come forth. It certainly was no serious wound, but he knew his opponent was warning him.

(OoC: Is it better than my prior work? A certain tip told me I should lose the italics, except for thoughts, and work on detail. I tried to do much more detail, I'm not sure if I did a good job.)

[ChuckleHuck]

(Ooc: Very nice, I tip my hat to you.)

ChuckleHuck quickly notices the "scratch" and pondered the obscure possibilites of exactly how the blade hit him, in such a quick flash of motion. He pulled out a vial containing a pink-ish liquid. He slammed the vial on the ground, and a pink cloud nearly covered his entire face.

You would say the wound was...tollerably mended. The pink cloud mended to what half of the wound would be. Otherwise, this was good enough for Chuckle. He paused, and searched for the lost logic in this battle. ChuckleHuck understood enough that SephirothKirby came to relaxation for an improvement in his attack...but to him, this was a tad exesive.

Reguardless, he regained focus on the battle. He thought "Oh dear, it seems I lost my mo-jo for a moment...I don't think the mind of...uh...a two-year-old would notice."

"Did I ever tell you that your armor is shiney?" Came the voice of SephirothKirby.

"Gah, how do I get myself into these things?" Chucklehuck murmered to himself.

Without delay, he hobbled over to his rival with a ho-hum expression on his face. He found himself in a stupid position, fighting a someone that resembled a town's fool. He reached into his nap-sack, and pulled out a round, bright red object. You would say it was a bouncy ball...at first sight, that is. He threw the "ball" to where a letter piece was on the Scrabble Board. SephirothKirby's eyes follow the round object, as it bouced...jumped...hopped...ever...so...hypnotized by the sphere.

ChuckleHuck was ready to slice at his rival, dull as a broken bulb by his personality change. But, he thought twice. "Why hurt him, when I could do many things I could not do previously?" He thought. He wrapped his fingers around the Masamune, ever so carefully. With a swift horizontal pull, he stole the sword from SephirothKirby's hand, and made a big backstep for distance. ChuckleHuck honestly tried to come up with something cocky to his rival...but instead he only found the uneven weight of the sword distracting him from saying something witty.

"My word, how on earth do you carry this thing, Puff Ball?" Said ChuckleHuck.

[SephirothKirby]

(OoC: I know you haven't Gunjin battle'd before, just remember that major healing is outlawed. Minor healing, such as what you did, is fine.)

SephirothKirby had averted his gaze toward his opponent in a dumbfounded expression. He was at mind like a toddler, but one thing ChuckleHuck didn't realize was that toddlers don't like to share. SephirothKirby had incentive to beat the hell out of his opponent now, and he still had the strength to.

His expression became berserk, he charged toward his opponent and jumped into the air. ChuckleHuck's heart raced at the thought of what he may've done. SephirothKirby had then leapt behind Chuckle, as he spun around to see the puffball staring at him with anger. He shot at him as if a comet, plowing his head right into ChuckleHuck's chest. It was uncanny, as soft as SephirothKirby was, and as solid as ChuckleHuck's armor was, it still managed to shake him, knocking him back onto the ground. SephirothKirby was now standing on his chest, staring down at him. ChuckleHuck reached for him, but SephirothKirby leapt as high into the air as he could. ChuckleHuck could've gotten up, but he was trying to figure out just what his opponent was doing.

SephirothKirby inhaled...and inhaled...and inhaled...until he was a good two dozen feet into the air. That's when he got a strained expression on his face. ChuckleHuck began shaking as he saw SephirothKirby become duller in color, and his perfectly round edges became sharp corners. When this display was over he was a large orange brick, maintaining his strained expression. ChuckleHuck began to claw at the ground, trying to crawl away, but it was to no avail, as SephirothKirby began to fall hard and fast.

He pounded full force onto ChuckleHuck's chest, making a very large crack in his armor. It also pressed rather forcefully into his stomach, making Chuckle cough up a bit of blood onto SephirothKirby. As he lay there, SephirothKirby reverted to normal and wandered off across the room to fetch the Masamune, which Chuckle had thrown from the impact of SephirothKirby's attack.

That fool cannot take my sword.

SephirothKirby picked it up, and glared at his opponent.

"How do you like the taste of blood, mortal?"

[ChuckleHuck]

ChuckleHuck took a gap of time to get up from his crushed position.

"Well..." He replied, "I've tasted worse."

ChuckleHuck stretched, spairing his pain.

"Apparently, I'm still having a hang-over, so the impact from you landing on me, in the end, was like a simple hit by a...dodgeball." ChuckleHuck stated.

He put his right foot in front of him, and took back his stance. Then he glanged at the horrid crack in his armor.

"Well, this won't do."

He discarded his armor, like a deflated basketball. He dropped his sheild also, which he never used wisely anyway.

"Ah, but are we not playing with big-kid swords, now?"

He flung his sword across the ground, perhaps a foot-or-so from SepirothKirby, and pulled out a box from his worthless chestplate. He gently set the box on the ground. He reached for a small sack, and covered his hands in a yellow-ish powder. He waved his hands in from of him, in a circular motion. He darted his hands tward the box, and shot a blast of fire at it.
The box burned, in a heavy tint of red.

"Maybe this will even the odds, would you think?"

ChuckleHuck walked up to where once was a decorative box, is now a great sword of valor. He picked the sword up, and charged to his rival.

"Now when our blades colide, there will be a tollerable balance!"

He swung his sword, like a jumberjack would hack at a tree. He took three fast, repetitive clashes to SK's sword. This made it wobble, leaving a opening chance for ChuckleHuck to strike...What? You expect him not to slash his opponent? Tsk tsk, that would make a stupid script. Honestly.

"Worthless Katana! How do you excpect to smite me with such a sword?"

[SephirothKirby]

(OoC: I'd get after you about not describing what's under the armor, but you wrote it at like 6 AM. What am I to think, he's naked under there?)

SephirothKirby was dazed, as he was left open. ChuckleHuck slashed at SephirothKirby, cutting off a few stands of his beautiful silver hair, and cutting the upper left side of his forehead. SephirothKirby chuckled at the slight wound, as he did some sort of awkward waddle backwards, leaving space between him and his opponent.

He did something that, quite frankly, ChuckleHuck did not expect him to do.

"You incompetent fool...I had devised a plan in battle, and all it required was for you to take off your armor. Now you're wide open, and..."

SephirothKirby paused, as his gaze shifted. His eyes became dilated, his skin became a lighter hue, and he regained the carefree look he had previously.

"Hiiiiiii!"

It would seem it's the only thing he was capable of saying. He then threw the sword far across the room, away from them both. His skin slowly grew brighter, and brighter. It was rather hard to describe just how black skin transformed into pink. His hair slowly retracted, causing him to become perfectly round, with no appendages albeit two red shoes merging from below, and two flaps of skin that could be referred to as arms.

Apparently, he still had his objective in mind. He glanced over to Chuckle, and then over to his pile of armor laying on the ground. He then backed up, and opened his mouth wider than any creature should be able to do. The air all around was violently inhaled into his mouth, as the armor crept closer and closer. Even Chuckle lost his balance at the powerful vacuum.

After a few seconds, the armor just flew into the former SephirothKirby, and caused a bright flash to happen. ChuckleHuck covered his eyes at this screen. After it cleared, SephirothKirby was standing there, but instead of perfectly smooth and pink, he had become jagged and made of pure bronze. Chuckle's opponent had sacrificed attack for a much greater defense.

[ChuckleHuck]

This left ChuckleHuck at a rather awkward position.

"Well, it's my own fault. I asked for a balance in our battle, and now everytime I attack, you repel it. And...well, you can't really come toward me fast enough, made of pure bronse, to even attack...that is, if you can."

ChuckleHuck sat down to think. There was truly nothing else that could be done. Technically, the battle wasn't over...but that wasn't a strong factor. The two contestants remained still...like statues. Aside the logic that SephirothKirby was actualy a statue.

"Well, I have better things to do than strike at a cluster of bronse."

ChuckleHuck stood, informally in his tattered faded-blue clothes. The battle feild turned back into a populated town. The battle had ended, in sustain peace.

"I guess this is a draw, Puff Ball."

With that, ChuckleHuck paced to a backdrop of mountains in the distance.

[SephirothKirby]

Er, fair enough.

I don't know what to judge of this, because I have yet to find a one-on-one Gunjin match that people played to the end.

I know you generally don't like writing like this, but would you ever care for a rematch?

[ChuckleHuck]

Right here? Uhmmm....sure.

[SephirothKirby]

^ No, not here.

The rematch would take place in another thread, at another time.

It would take place in a different place, and possibly with different characters.

But for now, we let this thread die. We can discuss when to have a rematch later today.

[ChuckleHuck]

Heh. Okay, so like...somebody delete this thread or something. Heh.