OF COURSE YOU CAN CHOOSE TO FORFEIT A MATCH. THE OPTION OF CONCEDING IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE TO THOSE OF WEAKER CONSTITUTIONS. (just staying In Character for that... not trying to insult anyone.)
AFTER A BATTLE, YOUR CHARACTER WILL BE MAGICALLY REFRESHED, ALLOWING HIM OR HER TO GIVE THEIR ALL IN EACH AND EVERY BATTLE. THERE WILL BE NO MISMATCHES DUE TO CHARACTERS BEING EXHAUSTED FROM A PREVIOUS MATCH.
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Out in the center of an old, seemingly crumbling arena, a distortion in the air formed, and soon became several seperate ripples that spread out from each other. Soon it had formed into 8 seperate portals and A person was thrown out of each one. They were dropped so as to allow them to land gracefully if they could react in time, before hitting the ground.
As they stood, they began to take notice of each other, and of the strange portals which slowly faded into the aether, before any of them could be reached again.
Each warrior had been ripped from their reality and brought to this place after agreeing with a strange voice in their mind that asked them to participate in a tournament of champions. each warrior had been approached by a different Kami, and each represented their deity they had agreed with. (Here's where you are allowed some freedom, you can make up a deity to be a representative of, or you can use a real one you've heard of. Think along the lines of the Kami of Japanese folklore, or the Roman or Greek Pantheons. Their is no limit other than that. Just a higher power that asked if you wished to participate.)
As they reeled from their sudden appearance here, they suddenly became aware of another figure, standing just off to the side of where they had appeared, he was a Striking figure, being that he was easily 15 feet tall. His head and face were a mixture of Greek, Italian, Japanese, American and Bhuddist Styles of Artistry, as if Carved from living rock.
He spoke suddenly, "WELCOME TO THE ARENA MY FRIENDS, SOON YOU WILL BE TESTED IN THE FIRES OF BATTLE. YOU WILL BE PLACED INTO A TOURNAMENT, EACH VICTORY BRINGING YOU CLOSER TO YOUR ULTIMATE TRIUMPH."
"I AM CALLED THE GAMESMASTER, AND I CONTROL THIS REALM. I ASK THAT YOU GIVE YOUR NAMES FIRST AND INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO YOUR FELLOW COMPETITORS, AND THEN PREPARE YOURSELVES, AS YOU WILL BE TRANSPORTED TO THE FIELD OF YOUR OWN PARTICULAR BATTLE. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO REQUEST BEING SENT BACK IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND ON COMPETING. AS AN ADDITION TO THIS, ANY OPPONENT TRYING TO DISABLE OR SABOTAGE ANOTHER WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY FORFEIT. "
"EACH BATTLE WILL BE A PERSONALIZED TEST OF SKILL, ALL FORMS OF COMBAT ARE ACCEPTABLE, HOWEVER, BE AWARE THAT SOME BATTLES MAY COME WITH RESTRICTIONS THAT LIMIT YOUR OPTIONS IN BATTLE. (OOC: these will be announced at the beginning of battle.)YOUR BATTLE FIELD WILL BE A SPECIFICALLY PREPARED AREA, CHOSEN EITHER ARBITRARILY, OR BY YOUR FELLOW WARRIORS PERHAPS, OR EVEN CHOSEN SPECIFICALLY BY THE GODS THEMSELVES. THESE ARENAS MAY BE HIGH IN THE SKIES OF A MASSIVE WORLDSPHERE, OR IT MAY BE DEEP IN THE SANDS OF AN ANCIENT PLANETOID."
"PREPARE YOUSELVES WARRIORS, YOUR BATTLES BEGIN SOON. THOSE AWAITING THEIR TURN IN THE ARENA WILL BE ALLOWED TO WATCH THE BATTLES FROM A MYSTICAL VIEWING SCREEN THAT I SHALL PROVIDE. BEHOLD!" The giant said, waving a hand across the sky, where a flat plane formed in the air, and slowly it faded in a picture of a forest world, teeming with life, that then faded to a desert world, the winds sweeping grains of sand across the plains. After, the view faded to a cavern with condensation dripping from the stalactites into small pools on the floor. and then to a set of platforms hanging supposedly from thin air, the wind whistling through the metal links of the chained fencing that formed the platforms.
"WELCOME, AND PREPARE!" the giant said once more, before fading from sight.
Syaoran and Sakura "Meant to be"