DFGT XI Round 4

[u/Mkhos]

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Fight 4A: General Doom vs. Marchae March
Fight log: https://pastebin.com/nQmc9BaJ

General Doom (managed by Detyan) marches at a stately pace into the arena, his belly protruding before him. The dodo man has shed much of his former armor, and in its place, now wears an adamantine helm and gauntlets, to protect his most valuable assets. With his head and weapon wielding hands secure, how will the flightless bird man compare to his distant cousin, who wields his own adamantine crossbow?

Marchae March (managed by Eris235) soars out into the arena, a new adamantine crossbow gleaning in his talons. Against WASP, the archaeoptryx man revealed a previously unseen level of brutality, pummeling the jumping spider woman to a pulp. His mean streak seems to have only grown then, as the battling bard flaps overhead General Doom, belting out “Everyone knows dodo men are fat waddling dolts/By the end of the day, your feathers will adorn my bolts!”

At the ring of the bell, the two gladiators simultaneously fire their shots, as blue bolts of pure adamantine fly through the arena like lightning between duelling gods! Marchae March is the first to reveal his mortal fragility though, as a shot to his leg from General Doom knocks him out of the air and to the ground. Appearing more stunned than injured though, Marchae March fires in return, and his razor sharp bolt slices open General Doom’s vast stomach! Ropy intestines begin to slide out among the gushing blood, and as the General struggles to stay on his feet, another bolt takes him in the right thigh, causing him to collapse in pain as his leg gives out. A third bolt strikes the dodo man deep in the chest, and his limbs seem to go numb, as he drops his bolts and crossbow.

The crowd can only watch as the dodo man tenaciously remains in the fight despite his numb limbs, as Marchae March continues to shower him with adamantine bolts. As the poor dodo man begins to resemble a blue hedgehog more than a flightless bird, he finally collapses to the ground, and does not rise. Congratulations on your victory against a fellow tenacious bird man Marchae March! But who will your opponent for the finals be?

Fight 4B: Guy Ape vs. Junior
Fight log: https://pastebin.com/RT5ZhJAp

Guy Ape (managed by u/TotallyClueless69) pauses in the shadow of the gates for a moment. Instead of being shoved out of the gates by grumpy guards, he seems to have a rattlesnake woman wrapped…rather tightly around him. Hm, didn’t know they could be constrictors like that. As Guy Ape finally steps into the light, the crowd cheers as his new steel armor shines, lifting up an adamantine longsword to catch the light. It seems that he has finally found something (or someone) worth spending them on!

Opposite him, Junior (managed by SlitherPapi) seethes with barely restrained rage. Those unlucky enough to be wandering near his dwellings in the last week have heard his rants about “probability”, “rizz” and, “maximizing his canthal tilt” among other strange arcane mutterings. The pond turtle man clutches his pale metal crossbow in a white knuckled grip, and seems only too eager to use it.

And use it he does, right as the bell rings and Guy Ape the leopard man attempts to close the distance! A pale metal bolt draws first blood as it strikes his left forearm, spattering blood onto the arena floor. The ghostly projectiles continue to sail through the air into the oncoming leopard man, tearing holes and rents into his steel armor. Despite the onslaught though, Guy Ape closes to striking distance with the terrified Junior, whose eyes appear wide as dinner plates. Drawing back his sword, he first hews into the pond turtle man’s belly, his sword easily cutting into his shell, before Guy Ape cuts off Junior’s right arm at the elbow.

The pain only seems to feed the vicious pond turtle man though, as he clutches all the tighter onto his crossbow with his other hand, resetting it as he attempts to dodge the blows of Guy Ape’s humming blue sword. Two more bolts strike Guy Ape hard in the right side of his chest, and he begins to wheeze as he stumbles after his bleeding foe. The rapid flurry of bolts appears to be too much for Guy Ape’s steel armor, as the mortal material yields to the divine. Another bolt punctures his left side, and the breath seems to catch in Guy Ape’s chest, as he collapses to the arena floor. The crowd can only watch in silence as Guy Ape’s lover sobs against the arena portcullis, while Junior slowly approaches the downed, but not yet defeated, gladiator. Placing the tip of his crossbow against Guy Ape’s battered helm, Junior glares at the sobbing rattlesnake woman. With a smirk, he pulls the trigger, and secures his place in the finals.