PHASE 03 - WHAT
Round 03 of the BFCC followed the Trainers as they worked their way through a continued division. And if it weren't for Battles, Trainers would be out of a job, so your next task is clear! Find a Trainer in the NRE of the Opposing Faction, and challenge them to a battle to show us what your battle style is! You will be battling on Black Island, meaning that you're free to battle as messily/cleanly as you desire.
1 on 1 Battle VS opposing Faction character in the NRE
- NB: Not allowed to battle current competitors or NPCs
Art: Restricted Dialogue - You must use one of the three excerpts below, as your source of Dialogue and direction in regards to action.
Location: Black Island - Please note that Black Island has no buildings on it for you to use. You must adapt the settings appropriately.
Format: Min 1x Comic page
-- You do not have to synchronise entries with your opponent.
-- The same opponent can be fought by different members.
-- Dialogue from the excerpts can be used in any order (however, sentences cannot have individual words rearranged), not all dialogue presented has to be used, names/genders can be replaced, and narrative can be used as is or converted into dialogue as well.
Dialogue & Settings:Excerpt One:
(Ideal for a physical vs physical fight)
"I would sooner die than see my honour so defiled."
"Then Miss Bennet," said Lady Catherine, setting down her parasol and removing her coat, "die you shall." Upon this, she set her feet for combat.
"Do you mean to challenge me to a duel, your ladyship? Here, in my family dojo?"
"I mean only to rid the world of an insolent little girl, and preserve the dignity of a superior man, lest Pemberley be forever polluted by your stench."
"If that be the case," said Elizabeth, dropping her parasol, "then let this be our first and final battle." Elizabeth set her feet in return.
The two ladies--separated by more than fifty years, yet hardly at all in abilities--remained thus for a moment, until Lady Catherine, her plan of attack fully formed, leapt skyward with a strength quite striking for a woman of her advanced age. She flipped through the air, over Elizabeth's head, and landed a blow on top of her skull, the force of which brought the younger to her knees. Had Elizabeth been anything less than perfectly fit, the blow would have most assuredly splintered her spine.
Lady Catherine landed gently on her feet, and seeing her opponent attempt to rise, sent her flying the length of the dojo with a ruinous kick to the back. Unable to gain her wind, Elizabeth struggled to stand as the aged warrior approached.
"You have no regard for the honour and credit of my nephew! Unfeeling, selfish girl! Do you not consider that a connection with you must disgrace him in the eyes of everybody?"
Her ladyship grabbed Elizabeth's gown and lifted her to her feet. "Well? Have you anything to say before I remit you to Satan?"
"Just . . . one thing, your ladyship . . . "
Lady Catherine's eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain in her belly. She let go and stumbled backward, the handle of Elizabeth's dagger protruding from her gown. The younger took full advantage of this confusion, striking her ladyship about the head, neck, and bosom with a severe combination of blows, and a final kick which drove her so high as to shatter two of the wooden rafters overhead.Excerpt from: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - Jane Austen & Seth Grahame-Smith, Ch. 56, p289-290Excerpt Two:
(Ideal for a physical vs special fight)
Hendel took a moment to gather himself, then drew upon his own biotic abilities, releasing them a second later as he threw up a powerful high-gravity barrier to shield him from flying furniture and further biotic attacks from Gillian.
Crouching behind the shimmering wall of the barrier, Hendel fumbled with the stunner at his belt. His right hand was still numb from the blow to his elbow, and he had to reach across with his left to grab the weapon.
"Please, Gillian, don't make me do this!" he called out one more time, but the girl couldn't hear him above the sound of her own screams.
There was a sudden burst of light and heat a few feet to his side. Snapping his head around, he saw an astonishing sight: a swirling vortex of concentrated dark energy was launching vertically in a pillar toward the ceiling, building to a critical threshold before collapsing in upon itself.
A biotic with advanced military training, Hendel instantly recognized what had happened: Gillian had created a singularity, a subatomic point of nearly infinite mass, with enough gravitational force at the center to warp the fabric of the space-time continuum. The nearby tables and chairs began to slide across the floor, drawn inexorably toward the epicenter of the cosmic phenomenon that had suddenly manifested in the middle of the space station's cafeteria.
Moving on instinct, Hendel popped up from behind the barrier, fighting to aim his weapon against the rapidly mounting gravitational pull emanating from the singularity. Locking on his target, he fired. The stunner found its mark and the singularity vanished with a loud clap and a sharp outrush of trapped air. The girl's screams cut off instantly as electrical impulses shot through her. She appeared to stand up on her toes, her head thrown back as her muscles went rigid. Then her body convulsed, sending her limbs into a brief spastic dance before she collapsed unconscious to the floor.Excerpt from: Mass Effect Ascension - Drew Karpyshyn, Ch. 9, p102-103Excerpt Three:
(Ideal for a special vs special fight)
"You won't?" said Voldemort quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing now. "You won't say 'no'? Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die... perhaps another little dose of pain?"
Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready; with the reflexes born of his Quidditch training, he flung himself sideways onto the ground; he rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemort's father, and he heard it crack as the curse missed him.
"We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry," said Voldemort's soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. "You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel? Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry? Come out, Harry... come out and play, then... it will be quick... it might even be painless... I would not know... I have never died..."
Harry crouched behind the headstone, and knew the end had come. There was no hope...no help to be had. And as he heard Voldemort draw nearer still, he knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason - he was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible...
Before Voldemort could stick his snake-like face around the headstone, Harry had stood up... he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort.
Voldemort was ready. As Harry shouted "Expelliarmus!", Voldemort cried "Avada Kedavra!"Excerpt from: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - JK Rowling, Ch. 35, p574-575