TOURNEY: Chris (The Janitor) vs. Guy (Guy)

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  1. Guy

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    Light Arena (open)
    You find yourself in the interior of a perfect cube which seems to defy any sort of time or place. Each side is composed of four-hundred slightly off-white tiles a foot in length and width, their composition not unlike marble. (In other words, each side of the cube is 20 feet long at its shortest point, and the distance from the floor to the ceiling is also 20 feet.) Walking onto one of the walls or even the ceiling allows you to walk upon the surface as if gravity itself has shifted only for you. The light source, though it is not perceivable as such, is a dim glow given off by each and every tile, which in turn fills the entire area with bright illumination.


    The teleporting light came to fade, and Guy found himself standing within... some kind of... eerie cube. Every side of the room was identical, glowing, and white as a sheet. He hadn't thought much on the matter before, but there was nowhere to run here... and found himself hoping that wouldn't put him at too much of a disadvantage. He growled internally, annoyed with his own apparent incompetence in selecting a more beneficial arena. It was strange, though, where exactly was his opponent? The matter quickly began to worry him.

    His orange gazed darted across each wall of the cube in examination--perhaps he had some sort of invisibility trick, Guy mused. No, wait. He finally tracked his foe immediately above him, standing on... the ceiling. Or was that the floor, and this the ceiling? Or perhaps it was just six walls? Disorientation plagued the Scrub's senses, and his stomach began to turn...

    There was no time for that. His foe was right above him, and in all likelihood that Hylian hadn't noticed where his adversary was--though it was difficult to say for sure. This would be his best opportunity to end this quickly and efficiently. Taking no further delay, Guy whipped out a throwing dagger into each hand, and immediately slung one of the slashing projectiles straight upwards towards his foe, eager to get the first strike.
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    As the glow of light faded, he found himself standing inside a gigantic cube. The entire thing was made of tiles, and though he wouldn't have known if he hadn't read the description on the stone he knew they were the source of the intensely bright light that filled the place.

    He had his plan, but first he had to find the Deku. Looking left and right hurriedly, he couldn't spot Guy anywhere. Where in Din's name was that wooden idiot? Remembering the description on the stone, he realized he'd failed to check one vital direction. If you could walk on all the surfaces of the cube, the Deku must be...up.

    Turning upwards, he had just enough time to jump out of the way of the dagger plummeting in his direction. Guy had been right above him! Examing his opponent he saw he had more than just that dagger. He had to run, and fast. Running as fast as he could towards the wall, he started erratically diving to the side and running at angles. He couldn't give the Deku an easy target.
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    Guy snarled in annoyance. "Just a split-second sooner," he cursed in an inaudible mumble. If he had found his foe faster, thrown the dagger more quickly, or even if he had simply maintained his composure, his opponent would already have an injury and he would already have the advantage. This could have been over already, but no, it would now be long and grueling...

    He shook the pessimism from his head, realizing his opponent was already on the wall and zig-zagging straight for him.

    Thinking quickly, the Scrub deftly slung his dagger into the Hylian's path, "Kiss my wooden arse, you blue-eyed white beast!!" It was just a distraction to delay his foe's advance, as he emptied his hands of the knives and thus had room to draw the Justice--the blade's metallic cry filled the air as he whipped the knife from his sheath. The Defiance was held before him, light dancing off its reflective surface. Guy pumped every ounce of strength into his shield-bearing arm and lifted his heels from the ground, mind racing with countless possible parries, as he prepared to defend against a direct assault.
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