Deadliest Warrior (for Skull612)

“Noble warrior!

If you are reading this message, word of your feats of strength and combative achievements have reached farther than you may have thought. But only one artisan of war can truly hold the crown as the universe’s greatest warrior, and could that master be you?

The only way to find out - join leagues of your fellow peers in a no holds barred tournament featuring the best of the best and the worst of the worst, fierce faces from women of both sides; good, AND evil.

We look forward to seeing you on the battlefield! Refreshments will be provided. Do not worry about the destination; if you accept, you will find yourself there.

- The Management”

Shady. Untrustworthy. Almost definitely a trap. All good definitions to describe the flyer that had found its way before her eyes, written in a style that hadn’t been invented yet and sent from a location that didn’t exist in her world. Another describing word for this proposed event…? ENTIRELY her style! And now, a well-toned, supremely confident young woman with a long, brown braid tied behind her back stood at the gates of an awaiting battlefield, clad in a white top with long, green sleeves that only barely covered her ample bosom. She wore half a skirt to complement that, a green one with a flower pattern tied around her hip covering only one leg as far down as her knee, while the other showed off her smooth and muscular thighs. Matching boots covered some of the bare skin, at least.

It had become clear quickly what the flyer meant by ‘finding yourself there’ - sure enough, when the time was right, all the invited women suddenly found themselves plucked from their homeworlds in the blink of an eye, cast into the tournament’s lobby while match-ups were announced and voting pools were opened. And after having spent the last hour or so stuck in stuffy hallways with fellow warrior women, analyzing which ones she could defeat easy - the blue-haired cat lady and the blondie in the cape seemed like easy targets, but the green giantess and saber-toothed ninja might prove challenging - this strapping young brawler was ready to step onto the field and kick off the bracket with the very first match!

“Though she’s more familiar with a staff, her true interest lies in one very particular demonic sword - and she doesn’t take kindly to orders!” The bombastic voice of a shadowy figure in the announcer’s cube introduced the crowd to their first fighter, and the doors flung open. Now was her moment! The young woman strut herself out onto the battlefield, arms outstretched and bo-staff in hand while she soaked up the attention of an enthused audience. “Let’s give a hand to Miss Seong Mi-Na!” The voice proposed while Seong stepped up to bat, twirling her staff behind her and stomping it’s bladed edge into the floor.

"Alright!" Seong Mi-Na introduced herself, leaning casually against her staff's edge. "Let's start things off with a bang!"

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All this talk of strength, or proving yourself as the greatest in the universe none of that interested the woman waiting on the other side of the arena's opposite doors. But the possibility of other worlds, meeting individuals the likes of she hasn't seen before. That was interesting. And perhaps...even a little hopeful. These sorts of things, the prize at the end was always something extraordinary right? Perhaps, between that and the women she encountered here, she could find the answer she seeked most. With steely determination, Litchi awaited her first foe, clad in her typical battle uniform. An unbuttoned red vest, her black bra and sizable chest showing quite clearly just why it was left so. Dark sleeves connected just past her exposed shoulders ran all the way down her arms, and lastly a sort of skirt dress provided her only bit of cover, however the entirety of her long and slender legs remained bare. She had grown...accustomed to most of the stares she usually received. Oh well, at least this time Bang wasn't here.

"She'll stop at nothing to restore the one she cares about. With a sharp mind, and a figure you just can't forget. How can she even stand straight with those things? That's right, it's the boobie lady herself!" The doors concealing Litchi burst open, revealing the woman herself inside, rather flustered by her introduction. Taokaka's favorite nickname for the doctor was enough to spark her ire, clearly she needed to have a firmer talk with that young lady when this was over! Remembering what was expected of her, Litchi dashes towards the ring, leaping at the halfway point and flipping through the air to land perfectly before her foe. She motions, and her staff left standing at the doors comes flying through the air, twirling towards but stopping just before reaching her. Her pet panda makes it's own pose on top of her head, revealing it to be more than just a hair accessory. "This doctor can surely prescribe some pain with her martial arts! Teach us with a great match today, Miss Litchi!"

"I'm not sure I entirely approve of that introduction either...but I won't be holding back!' Litchi exclaims, taking her stance as she faces Mi-na. "I would advise you do the same."

Already, this tournament was too slow for Seung. Get on with the introductions, she was looking for a fight, not a meet and greet! However, she did have to pause… with an introduction like that, maybe she did want to hear what these inter dimensional weirdos thought of her and her competition! Starting with the poor fellow soon to be revealed, and even sooner to feel the wrath of Mi-Na’s famed long spear. Who was her opponent - who could be? They’d have to measure up to the foes she’s faced off with before. The demented Nightmare, the honorable Siegfried, the fearsome Voldo; who could possibly match that expectation?

Seong Mi-Na could tell you exactly who couldn’t; the bespectacled beauty behind door number two. Those entrances opened up to reveal a matured woman in glasses, not a devourer of souls or ancient mummy. But a big-breasted… teacher? Seong’s shoulders slumped. She knew this WAS a tournament - there were some weak links to be eliminated in pools… but come on! She was hoping to show off her skills to the people of the stadium, especially those who doubted her - not curbstomp a busty librarian in a matter of minutes!

Stretching her arms far above her head, Seong Mi-Na faked a yawn, bringing her hand down to pat her mouth while she rode it out. “Guess they can’t pick every fighter based on skills.” She shrugged, “Oh well. Let’s see what all three of you can do, teach!”

The audience liked the enthusiasm! A cheer ran through the crowd while faceless onlookers rose their hands in eager anticipation. “This is just the appetizer, folks…” One of the voices in the booth opened, “Fight!” Mi-Na didn’t need to be told twice. With an excited grin on her face, she darted forward, throwing her blade first behind her. Then, she spun that sword right back around and moved with it, spinning in place. Finally, she jumped up onto two feet and drove the end of her blade into the ground - and charged forward with it, drawing a line through the floor of the stadium while belining straight for Litchi.

“Watch out!” She warned, then flinging out her staff from the ground and rising quite a bit of earth with it to try and distract Litchi with. Swinging over her head, she swung her blade right back down and aimed it for the teacher’s feet.

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"Guess they can't pick every fighter based on skills."

"E-excuse me?" Litchi appeared a bit taken aback by Mi-na's casual regard towards her. It wasn't as though she particularly wanted to be admired for her martial arts prowess, but to be dismissed so rudely made her feel more than a little insulted. Three of you...? Oh. Now she saw what was happening here. "If you think you can just dismiss me based on appearances, you are sorely mistaken young lady. Unlike you, i'm not fighting for myself. The only lesson I'll be teaching today, is one about respect!" The busty young doctor exclaims, narrowing her eyes toward her young opponent.

'Hmph, she's one to talk.' Litchi narrates in her head, Mi-na herself being no slouch when it came to her chest. Only magic or an intricate sort of wrap could be keeping those from falling out under her loose shirt. Any way, if this young woman was going to underestimate her, then that suited Litchi just fine. She'd just make sure her foe wouldn't even have time to be surprised, until her kicks had made their point.

As soon as the announcer began the match, her opponent set off with spunk, just as Litchi figured she would. The blade of her naginata trailing through the ground while her enemy approached. Mi-na makes a quick swipe up, using the dirt a debris as a distraction, but Litchi quickly see's through this tactic. With a swift circular motion of her arm, her staff zips around in front of her, twirling with immense speed, enough to block any of the rocks from reaching her. The staff stops once clear, standing directly upright on the arena floor. Litchi agilely avoids Mi-na next blow by circling to the side, and backflipping over the spear girl to stand atop her staff. "Is this the extent of your skills? You're much too easy to read." Litchi taunts, as she takes one of her long slender legs and lashes out, aiming a kick at the younger girls backside.

Dirt, tufts of the stadium ground, and small rocks flew through the air triumphantly while Mi-Na raised her weapon, ready to strike! Her staff danced along where the bimbo teacher once stood, but instead of toppling this busty woman to the ground, Mi-Na found her staff wildly swinging without a target. Easily taken off balance, Seong fell back onto the same curve as her weapon, barely catching herself on one dwadling foot while her spear barely stopped itself mid-swing to come to a halt in mid-air. So the old coot had a staff of her own, hm? At least now Seong had some idea of why she was being pit up against an old librarian.

“Ugh!” Seong grunted, then trying to redirect her staff behind her. She was much too late. “Hey-!” was the only rebuttal she had time for. A mere breath could topple Mi-Na’s fragile posture, a kick to her shapely behind was more than enough to send the spunky fighter down onto her face, skidding against the very ground she had just dug up. “Oof!” She squealed, and the crowd let out quite an obnoxious cheer! And kudos to the old lady, Seong thought, grunting through the dirt she was just made to bite. The cheers grew louder, and Mi-Na admitted that yes, it was a surprise defense… but it wasn’t that cool.

Soon enough, she’d unfortunately find out it wasn’t just Itchi’s defense the spectators were in favor of. The swift kick had not only knocked Seong onto the floor, but her upturned bottom proved too sloped to keep her loincloth straight up… and sure enough, it draped right off to her side, providing a flash at her pale, but well-rounded orbs, barely protected by a skimpy green thong. Ah, geez, Seong thought. Pushing herself back up, she threw back her hand and recovered herself, hoping her opponent would be mature about this. “Geez, teach…” Mi-Na readjusted herself, then spinning around and re-equipping her staff. Time to take the defensive.

“You’re really gonna make me work for it?” She sighed, then taking one hand off her staff, she gestured towards herself challengingly. “Alright. Come and get me!”

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Her opponent toppled, the swift kick to her rear having the exact effect Litchi wanted. The being giving young Mi-na a good taste of what her overconfidence would get her! The crowd was immediately on her side, by the sounds of things. A little...too much on her side for one little kick. It didn't take long for Litchi to find why they really cheered. Below, Mi-na's thin loincloth had slid right off her ample behind, exposing her pale cheeks to the entire stadium, protected only by a flimsy thong. That just figured. Of course the audience at a tournament like this would be a bunch of perverts. "Shame on you all! And you young lady, why would you wear a thong if that your backside is going to be exposed at the slightest bit of shifting?" The doctor scolds, even bending towards her opponent from atop her perch to wag a finger at her. She should at least be a little embarrassed by it!

Soon her opponent was back to her feet, and the crowd quieted as she readjusted her loincloth to cover herself once more. Just to turn her weapon back to Litchi and take a defensive stance like nothing had happened. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the easy victory you were hoping for. But I can assure you, there's plenty I can teach you." Litchi answers back to Mi-na's taunts as she falls backwards off her pole.

Her leg catches the very tip of her weapon, a kicks upwards suddenly, sending her pole far up into the air while propelling her body around in an elegant flip. She lands softly on the tip of her feet and takes her stance once more, smirking all the while. "Perhaps if you aren't too busy looking down on me, you might take a look up." She warns, as a shadow begins to cover Mi-na's person. Litchi had very clearly thrown her weapon into the air before she landed, however the object hurtling towards her young opponent now closer resembled a large red pillar!

Litchi wasn't intent to just lead with that surprise either, as she uses Mi-Na's momentary glance away to speed to the other side of the ring, passing the naginata wielder and spinning in place in a matter of seconds. She turns and puts the momentum of her motion into her blow, aiming to ram her shoulder into Mi-Na's back.

Mi-Na’s head reeled back with momentary surprise. She really was fighting someone’s grandma, wasn’t she? At least this was somewhat nicer than when Cassandra or Ivy would slash off a piece of her armor mid-combat and tease her the rest of the fight, battling with her bust or behind exposed was always an uphill brawl. Her fists clenching around her staff, Seong blushed at the condescending treatment. “Oh, don’t give me that-!” She started back, all flustered like, before remembering her demeanor. She re-adopted her calm… if nothing else, at least she was [i]definitely[/] a fan-favorite now.

Props to the old lady, though, she had some flexible moves. Mi-Na perked up a single brow in surprise, but adjusted herself ready for anything. Or… almost anything, that was. Intentionally disarming herself was certainly an unexpected move. The display was pretty, though, and Seong was easily captivated, her one-track mind turning to the sky as she watched the spear soar above her... and then… transform?!

“Huh?!” Seong gasped as a red blur whizzed past her. Not about to be duped, though, she looked back just in time to see Litchi approaching, Seong frowned, but quickly developed a plan. Flipping her staff forwards, Seong stabbed it straight into the ground, and then slid her hands down it much like a pole as she knelt down to her knees, creating the perfect stump for Litchi to trip over and fall straight into her own attack.

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Upon her approach, Litchi notices a shift in Mi-na's demeanor that catches her slightly off guard. Perhaps the mouthy brat had more of a battle since than she first gave her credit for, she thought, as her opponent looked away from her distraction and intended to turn her own attack into a trap to use against the one who'd made it! "Not too bad." Litchi admits, as her feet catch against Mi-na's weapon and she begins to lose her balance. At the last moment of her contact with the ground, she pushes off, darting underneath her expanded staff, then using her hands to flip herself back up on her feet, just in time for her weapon to crash against the arena tiles in between Mi-na and herself.

"Maybe you aren't all talk after all. You're able to keep a level head against something unnatural surprisingly well. I suppose...your world must have it's share of unique individuals as well. But that won't be enough. Lao Jiu, lend me your strength!" As Litchi's voice calls out, the panda atop her head, appearing to be a simple hair pin, responds with an encouraging almost cute sort of growl. Her Matenbo, still standing between her and her opponent, begins to shift once more. Immediately growing sections to serve as arms and legs, then dashes towards Mina, begging to spin rapidly at it's base, outstretched arms becoming a flurry of blows like some sort of overly aggressive training post.

Behind her weapon, Litchi performs a stance, channelling the boundaries energy through her to prepare a second attack while Mi-na is preoccupied. With her Matenbo up in her face, the doctor focuses her chi into the ground, underneath the younger girls feet. With an exclamation, she raises her arm up, and a small blast of fire erupts beneath Mi-na. "All Green!" She calls out, then stomps her foot to the ground, her staff returning to it's original shape and returning to float by her side.

It wasn’t like mean old ladies didn’t exist in Mi-Na’s universe - there was one silver-haired mistress who came to mind with a whip she hated to be the on the wrong side of - but this busty librarian was proving to be far more trouble than she was worth! Confident she had really used this magician’s own weapons against her, Mi-Na struck a cocky pose - staff postured next to her side, hair flowing gracefully in the breeze as the totem-sized staff smashed behind her and undoubtedly crushed her opponent underneath - but her grandiose showing was cut short as a familiar crone’s voice ended her celebration.

Ugh… “Still kicking, old coot?” Mi-Na growled, standing back up. “Okay - my turn!” Winding back her staff, Mi-Na was ready to get her next move in… but apparently, it was not her turn. And now… she had a seemingly sentient, whirlwind of a staff charging for her like the world’s scariest rotisserie oven. “What the?!” was all Mi-Na could appropriately respond to whatever she was currently looking at as she cartwheeled backwards, landing in a kneeling position with her hand on the ground. “Hey!” She coughed, “No fair! That’s outside intervention!”

No one in the audience seemed to want to try stopping her, though, so it was just her and the rotate-y staff, for now. Standing up as it grew nearer, Mi-Na held her staff in front of her, creating an impromptu blockade as the moving staff clashed against her, it’s many hands battering against her great weapon, forcing her onto one knee as she began to skid across the ground. And through all this, in the corner of her eye, she kept an eye on old Litchi...

Whatever she was doing, Seong had no time to guess. The ground exploded beneath her into an array of hot flames, tearing up the soil beneath. Only barely did Mi-Na jump high enough to avoid getting totally singed, but the hot sparks that spat off still hit her skin and scalded against her. “Ah!” With a hiss, Mi-Na hit the ground and grabbed her staff again. “That’s enough!” She barked. Running her staff along the dirt floor, Mi-Na winded her weapon way behind her…

And dragged it forward as she lept. The staff blew straight through the flames, and while in mid-air, Mi-Na spun forwards. The billowing fire followed her as a current of visible, speeding winds started to circle around Mi-Na’s figure, until she landed back on the ground again with all the near force of a tornado circling her body. “Take this!” She cried back as she launched her staff forward, redirecting the currents of wind to blow a faceful of smoke and diluted flames right back towards Litchi’s way.