DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER
Date : 02/04/2020 Duedate: 03/02/2020
TELORINTHE ARENA
DM-83 TURN-165
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
RED DEATH
THE DRAGONS (65)
(83-547) [14-5-2,161]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
RED DEATH SIR ROUND
THE DRAGONS (65) QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
(83-547) [14-5-2,161] (83-590) [7-2-0,75]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
KING CHAPPA FRENEMY
KAME HOUSE (61) RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
(83-527) [11-8-1,70] (83-600) [2-1-0,15]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. THE DRAGONS (65) 55
2. QUEEN'S GUARD (68) 32 THE DRAGONS (65)
3. NFL NETWORK (63) 23 Unchartered Team
4. SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) 20
5. SORCERER KINGS (66) 11 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1*RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) 11 4 0 73.3 1/ 3*RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) 11 4 0
2/ 4 THE DRAGONS (65) 50 39 3 56.2 2/ 1 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) 10 5 0
3/ 3 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) 53 44 3 54.6 3/ 5*QUEEN'S GUARD (68) 9 5 0
4/ 5*QUEEN'S GUARD (68) 24 20 0 54.5 4/ 8 THE DRAGONS (65) 8 5 1
5/ 2 KAME HOUSE (61) 51 44 3 53.7 5/ 6 NFL NETWORK (63) 7 5 1
6/ 7 NFL NETWORK (63) 50 45 4 52.6 6/ 2 KAME HOUSE (61) 6 9 0
7/ 6 HOUSE OF FUR (62) 52 48 1 52.0 7/ 7 HOUSE OF FUR (62) 5 10 0
8/ 8 SORCERER KINGS (66) 45 50 4 47.4 8/ 4 SORCERER KINGS (66) 5 10 0
9/ 9 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) 42 97 3 30.2 9/ 9 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) 3 11 0
'*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn
(###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank
TEAM SPOTLIGHT
Nemesis and Channel Master neared the entrance to the Temple of Blood. Legend had it
that the Tome of Knowledge was housed here. They would need the Tome to close the
Chaos Gates, or so Riff Raff said. Nemesis was not entirely sure she could trust this
Riff Raff yet. Something about his shifty eyes and nervous glances made her nervous.
Riff Raff was a mystery for another time. She had to have all her focus on the task at
hand. Rumor had it the Tome was guarded by several of the deadliest demons known to
man. As Nemesis and Channel Master neared the door to the broken and battered Temple,
howls and other worldly moans came from the blackness beyond.
Nemesis turned to Channel Master and said, "Are we ready to enter?"
Channel Master, with a nervous smile said, "After you..."
The two mangers from Telorinthe took their first steps into the darkness.....
-- to be cont. --
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"You couldn't have brought us to a flatter shadow?"
Channel Master looked down at Nemesis, trying to ignore the long, unmitigated
fall that tugged at his center of gravity. Hanging with only the fingers of his left
hand, and trying to shake out the numbness in his right forearm, the NFL Network
manager still managed a shrug. "I was trying to put some distance between us and that
nasty demon posse chasing us." Channel Master squinted through the fog at the single
lithe dark bulk moving beneath them up the lonely granite mountain. "There's only one
left, but I think it may be gaining on us." Channel Master could now clearly see the
demon's face staring up at him, as it too rested.
Something like a smile crossed its grotesque features, revealing a surprisingly
white jumble of sharp and ragged teeth. Slowly, methodically the demon again began to
clim the nearly sheer rock face as the two young managers from Telorinthe scrambled
up. Above them, just beyond the rocky peak, rotated the varigated pattern of the
Chaos Gate.
This one was big -- huge even -- incredibly bright, and seemed to pull them
towards it, making their clim just a tiny bit easier with every upward movement. The
bag squirmed at his waist, something inside moving agitatedly. At the base of the
mountain, the Tome of Knowledge they'd stolen had been solidly book-ish in both form
and behavior. But about halfway up the mountain, something inside the bag had begun
to shudder and move, and now it felt as if it were perhaps looking to claw its own way
out. Channel Master grunted as he found the next hold with his right hand, a tiny
hold for his left foot, and began his ascent back up the mountain.
If they could just reach the top before whatever was chasing them, Nemesis could
make contact with Queen Artemis and pull them through. Their mission accomplished,
they could finally relax. "I think we're about to have company," Nemesis shouted.
Channel Master tried to discern the direction she was looking, and in the
distance something big and definitely airborne was headed their way. As a Shadow
Walker, there were certain skills Channel Master had picked up along the way: he was
good at (among other things) math, sarcastic remarks, and accurately estimating speed
and distance. The calculation didn't look good for the brave pair. "We are going to
need some help!" He shouted to Nemesis.
"And fast!" Below, the demon so close now they could hear it chitter excitedly,
the four legged being surged ahead, dextrously leaping from hold to hold, closing the
gap rapidly as the strength and endurance of the two (mostly) humans faded.
They were perhaps one hundred feet from the summit, but after all exertion of the
last three days, it might as well have been a mile. "This way!" Channel Master
shouted, as he angled up and to the side toward a small rocky outcrop. It was
something like a shelf, and looked wide enough for them to sit on. He'd intended to
pass it on his way to the top, but they stood a better chance there than being run
down from above and below by the minions of hell.
Nemesis reached out for Channel Master's hand, and he pulled her up on the shelf.
Their feet dangled over the edge, a seeming thousand foot fall below them as the fall
faded into the cloudy mist and jagged rocks below. "Are we close enough for you to
make contact?" Nemesis looked up, squinting ferociously.
"Maybe."
"We'd better be. If this is where we're going to make our stand, I won't have a
chance to get any closer." She looked down at the demon who was resting again, his
quarry seeming to have given up. Whatever the flying thing was had banked hard left
and they lost sight of it around the curve of the mountain.
"We could really use one of your famous distractions right now, if you've got any
more tricks up your sleeve."
"Well, I do have that wand Dad gave me for my birthday."
Nemesis scooted quickly sideways and turned towards Channel Master, incredulous.
"NOW you tell me about this magic wand of yours?"
Channel Master shrugged. "I know what it does in Telorinthe. Magic items get
notoriously fickle the further you move away in shadow from their home world."
Smacking the now vigorously roiling bag with his hand to quiet it down, he reached
into his boot and pulled out the long straight rod made of walnut.
"What does it do?" Nemesis, momentarily forgetting the danger they were in,
admired the beauty of the simple magic relic.
"Fireball."
"Like that ring your Dad is always talking about?"
"Maybe. He wouldn't let me try it out, so I can't be sure. But he's never lied
to me before." They both laughed. Being the son of a half demon meant the truth was
maleable, and since the End often justified the Means, you always had to take what he
said with a grain of salt. Or a shaker.
Nemesis looked up and pointed at the large dark bulk that appeared, moving fast
and straight at them, through the misty fog of the cloud bank surrounding the mountain
peak. "Give me as much time as you can!" Nemesis began chanting rhythmically, reaching
out with her mind through the Chaos Gate that pulled at her being, her consciousness,
distracting her, enticing her, calling her to move quickly up the mountain and into
its saving embrace. But years of training hardened her concentration, as she cast her
thoughts and a quick mental image through the gate. "Danger!" She broadcast. "Death!
Mischief! Impending doom."
Images of a horde of demons pouring out of the Temple of Blood as the two ran,
Channel Master carrying the book like a football under his arm. Of travels through
the nightmarish shadows near the Temple of Blood. Of the clim up the mountain, and
finally the rotating image of the impossibly large, impossibly strong Chaos Gate that
beckoned above. She amplified the message, she repeated it, and she slumped against
the cool wall of the rock face.
After a moment, she opened an eye and peeked at Channel Master. In his hands he
held a small piece of paper, and he seemed to be reading it, silently mouthing ther
words as he manipulated the rod with his opposite hand. "What are you doing?"
"Just reading the instructions. Dad says you can never be too careful with a new
weapon."
"DO SOMETHING!" Nemesis screamed as the flying beast dove straight at them,
snapping its short bat like wings taut and straight back like a falcon and making a
horrific sound as it rocketed toward them.
Channel Master pointed the wand, repeated the word of power, and snapped his
wrist JUST SO!
Out of the wand fired -- not a fireball.
There was no heat.
There was no kickback on Channel Master's arm either, as he expected. Something
FLEW out of the wand, head first, then wings beating mightily and finally a long
sinuous tail. It was small at first, the size of the wand, but the longer it existed
the larger it grew.
It barreled directly for the flying demon who swerved erratically to the site to
avoid it, curving far and away and into the cloud cover, disappearing momentarily in
the cover. "It's a dragon!" Nemesis shouted, hopping up and down on the ledge.
"Send it after that thing below us." Pointing his wand like some kind of
controller, Channel Master brought the Wand Dragon around and headed it directly for
the beast below them.
"Fireball!" Channel Master screamed and the Wand Dragon opened its mouth emitting
a very realistic and oddly cold ball of fire ball directly at the beast which ducked
its head and shouted in some kind of language that sounded like the scratching of
nails on a blackboard.
Channel Master and Nemesis covered their ears, trying to dull the sound.
A transparent dome encircled the demon briefly, just before the fireball hit the
mountain.
There was no percussion, no heat, no scattering of granite.
The fireball just disappeared into the mountain. Nemesis scanned the skies.
"There!" She shouted.
The flying thing was coming back. Again Channel Master manipulated the Wand
Beast, sending him low into the clouds and bringing him up before the flying beast
could alter its flight.
The two beasts crashed into each other and.... only they didn't.
The flying demon, bracing itself for impact with the illusory dragon, had lost
temporary sight of the mountain and crashed into its granite side.
It slid quickly down the mountain, talons cutting great gashes into the stone,
until it found its purchase a couple hundred below the pair.
It looked up at them, pure hate in its eyes, and spread its wings. Channel
Master slid the wand back into his boot.
"Dad would kill me if I lost this!" He looked haplessly at Nemesis.
"Any luck?" The flying beast jumped into the air below them, and sailed off into
the clouds, screaming it's horrific cry.
Below them, the climbing demon answered back.
Above them, the Chaos Gate beckoned.
"I don't know," Nemesis answered, feeling angry that they had been so foolish to
get themselves in this position.
"I think we may have to try and make a run for it.""Look!" Channel Master
shouted, pointed straight at the Chaos Gate. One!
Two!
Now three full sized dragons flew straight out of the gate.
Dragon Master rode the first, and she smiled and waved cheerily as she flew by.
"Hi sis!" Then her face turned ferocious as she saw the flying beast bearing
directly for her.
The two met again in mid-air, but this time the flying demon neither swerved nor
braced itself, appearing to believe this was just another illusion.
It fell in four or five pieces to the valley floor below. The second and third
dragons hovered nearby, Queen Artemis and Wailin' Van Halen motioning for the two to
jump on.
Channel Master jumped and was quickly grabbed by Wailin', who flew back towards
the Chaos Gate. Nemesis jumped at the same time as the demon below, who intercepted
her and nearly knocked her into the abyss.
Queen Artemis grabbed Nemesis by the arm and ordered the dragon to rise.
The demon's hand slipped from a tenuous grip on Nemesis' belt, to her legs, and
its grip finally caught Nemesis' ankle as the two rose towards the Chaos Gate.
It's claws dug tightly into her boots and she cried out in pain. Dragon Master
watched helplessly from below as the demon held tightly to Nemesis' ankle and rose
with them through the Chaos Gate, howling ferociously as the maelstrom swallowed
dragon, riders and stowaway.
She couldn't get close enough to pick the demon off without risking losing
Nemesis, too, and Red Dragon's fireball would kill the riders. "I wonder what Dad's
going to say about THAT!" the young Duelmistress thought as she felt the Gate swirl
around her and she burst with a pop! back into Alastari.
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Dark Stoicism
The giant sword cut a furrow into the dirt. The night's light reflected from a few
patches on its slowly rusting blade, which rose out through an upturned mouth. The
ricasso head stretched past a crossguard of outstretched hands. The stylized fighter
handle stood on a pommel skull. Two beefy hands grasped the figure's body. The sword
was massive, like the warrior holding it, called Stoic. The sword was sleek and
battle-worn, the warrior was bloated and uncertain. Towering though he was, even under
plates of armor, fat rolls peeked out. One might wonder if the cook decided to go to
war while the soldiers stayed in the kitchen.
Stoic looked back. His manager, memory, had been there just a moment ago, but the tree
line had misted over, obscuring the entrance. He shrugged under the weight of the
armor and looked through his helmet. The moonlight was bright on a clearing in the
forest. All was deadly quiet, night mist roiling. His sollrets clunking through patchy
grass occasionally broke the silence. It would be serene, but he could feel eyes
everywhere and the promise of death. This was not a quiet forest and certainly not the
boisterous and sandy arena he normally fought in. This was the Dark Arena, final
resting spot of the failed gladiator.
* * *
"I can do better. I can! Please!" Stoic pleaded but memory was unmoved. "My decision
is final. You don't have the desire to live a life of war. You have not grown into the
gladiator name I gave you." Stoic was on his knees, begging, searching memory's
unseeing eyes for hope. Memory's mouth tightened as he let out an almost imperceptible
sigh. He pulled the hood of his tight black cloak over his head, turned, and drifted
away.
"Wyvern, please. Surely you can save me?" The trainer put a hand on his shoulder. With
Stoic on his knees, he and the diminutive trainer were eye to eye. An immortal warrior
with many years and many deaths behind her, she did not harbor his fear of the
unknown. "Today's fight is over. Tomorrow we will train for the next." She locked eyes
with him, passing on some of her inner resolve. "Come," she bade, as she led him from
the infirmary back to their training hall.
* * *
A biting pain seared through an exposed flap of skin on his stomach. His mind had
wandered away from the fight. His opponent, a Dark Arena champion, had entered
silently. An elf stood before him, two feet shorter, but standing tall and towering
above Stoic by confidence and bearing if not physical height. He might have been a
glimmering angel, moonbeams dancing on exquisite silver mail. The elf brought his
needle-thin sword up, hilt to face, blade skyward, in honorable warrior salute. He was
sure he had won, and everyone knew it. He had time to honor the walking dead.
* * *
Old Wyvern snaked a short spear under his guard, stopping just short of cutting. She
always used her deadly spear, even in training, such was her skill and control. He had
a greatsword, blunted for training, but massive. "I can barely move it. How can I
train or fight if it's too heavy?" He felt a familiar and painful whack from the blunt
end of Wyvern's spear. "Don't blame the sword. Desire victory and the sword will
move." She struck again and he moved to the side, not moving the sword so much as
standing it in the path of the attack. The parry was unorthodox but successful.
"That'll do. Now strike!"
* * *
Stoic tried to recall his training as the fight continued. It wasn't working. He was
bleeding profusely. He fell back on his reserves of strength and willpower. Slash,
cut, smash... the elf was striking every weak spot in his armor, inflicting damage at
will. Circle, stab, circle, slash, circle, cut. Stoic had been on the ground twice
before struggling to his feet, stumbling and throwing up defenses with little success.
He felt frustrated and clumsy but kept defending. Maybe the attacks were coming more
slowly...
* * *
The arena crowd was restless, only moderately attentive to the morning's rookie
warriors. The sand worked its way between his toes. He was just a boy. His parents did
not love their son so much as an arena bounty. Stoic was scared and slow and the man
in front of him wished him harm. And harm he did. Stoic cowered behind his shield,
without even a weapon. "It's better this way. Rely on your hands. I want to see what
you can do," memory had said. Stoic was bruised and bleeding. His opponent was more
tired than injured, exhausted, really. Under a slowly diminishing rain of blows, Stoic
heard calls from his teammates. "Now strike!" They were yelling frantically. He peered
over his shield to see his opponent, sweating, breathing heavily, grip loosening on
his sword. The attacking gladiator overextended above his head, ready to deliver
another hacking, unopposed blow. Stoic roared upward to his full height, at the same
time sending his shield through the surprised gladiator's face. Blood spattered, he
flipped once and landed face down with a thud, sword flying end over end to land ten
feet away. The crowd gasped for a moment then roared. His team roared. He looked to
see memory, gazing forward blindly as always, but clearly smiling at him.
* * *
Back in the night mist, he was tired and hurt. After a long fight, minutes under this
barrage. It must happen soon. Stoic knew he would die. But he wasn't dead yet. He saw
the elf circling, waiting for another attack. He saw the moonlight and the trees. He
felt the watching eyes. He felt memory and old Wyvern and his team. He knew they could
see. He felt his opponents and all the gladiators in him for this moment. He felt his
parents, who only saw in him a mouth to feed. He saw the high elf, still glistening,
now with sweat -- still looking down on Stoic -- looking down not with haughty
indignation as before, but the desperation of a man trying to chop down a stone tower
and just realizing his error. Stoic saw not confidence but desperation. For the first
time, resignation gave way to fury. "Strike Now," he heard in his mind.
The elf leapt forward, blade flashing. Stoic spun to his right, pulling the massive
blade in his wake. The elf and his blade shot through the spot Stoic had been, then
turned back in disbelief at the unexpected life in his easy quarry. "Strike Now,"
Stoic thought, as he continued his spin, continued his fury, pulling the blade full
circle, letting out a roar that called all the judging eyes to witness.
The blade felt warm in his hand. He struggled to catch his breath. The arc of the
blade had pulled him another half circle away from his opponent. He looked back at the
elf, ready for the next attack. The elf's body stood, head lying on its shoulder, neck
detached entirely where the blade had hewn through. The head's eyes were still open,
judging differently now, askew. Immortal these Dark Arena champions were, and
immortality makes death an odd thing. Stoic fell to his knees, sobbing. The fight was
over. And it might never end.
-- memory
DUELMASTER'S COLUMN
Notes from the arena champ.
<div dir="ltr">Warriors of Telorinthe , Face me and die
!!B <div><br></div><div>That is all for now
!!B </div><div><br></div><div>Red Death of the DragonsB </div></div>
SPY REPORT
If you were disturbed from your beauty rest only to have to watch a bunch of
TELORINTHE brutes like you, you'd be grouchy, too. Later days, THE FEROCIOUS FIVE,
since RIFF-RAFF CREW took top team from you this turn, you guys are old news. Now
keep the taverns open late tonight, for there are sorrows to drown for KAME HOUSE,
whose 0-5-0 this turn dropped them by 4 into 6th. Ha! THE DRAGONS turned their
4-1-0 turn into a 4th place rank in the listings this turn. Any better than this,
and you get put on hit lists. Gee, I'm impressed, a 3-1-1 is nice, but don't get
cocky, NFL NETWORK, the Fates teach humility, and the Fates are proud. And if
variety is the spice of life, TELORINTHE may be getting bland, as RED DEATH stays top
dog in the city. The Warty Toad, humph! I've tasted better ale at mortuaries.
Where do they get this stuff? From TELORINTHE's trash dumps?
He who fights and runs away will live to fight another day, the coward.
TELORINTHE, I am losing what little hope I had in you. THE FEROCIOUS FIVE the most
avoided team? What insult will suffice, I cannot say. And who led the way in this
mass act of cowardice? Let's see, well, whatcha know? It was SORCERER KINGS. Ha ha
ha ha! SIR ROUND was challenged more times this turn than the Duelmaster. Now was
the DM insulted or feared? Heh, heh. I guess I can give a little credit to
NIGHTMARE of THE DRAGONS for challenging up by 22 to HARLEY. NIGHTMARE won to get 89
points of recognition.
Death and Taxes. The less death I see, the more it taxes my patience. Let's
see if anyone's dead or dying. And what a stunning loss we have here, boys and
girls, SIR CUMBVENT of QUEEN'S GUARD has added the final loss to his 2-6-0. Tee hee!
And one more turn will show if NFL NETWORK can successfully bloodfeud that elusive
RED DEATH over CAM NEWTON. Titanium shields and bamboo daggers, guess what brave
team is developing these kinds of weapons?
What does the TELORINTHE arena have in common with the inns? It's just as
comfortable to sleep in either place. Ha ha ha ha! Just wait 'till next time I show
up here, I won't be so nice! So nyaaah! Glad to see the back of this place-- Snide
Clemens
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
RED DEATH 547 14 5 2 161 THE DRAGONS (65)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
NIGHTMARE 545 11 8 1 89 THE DRAGONS (65)
PUKEI 557 12 6 0 85 KAME HOUSE (61)
J.J. WATT 535 14 6 0 79 NFL NETWORK (63)
SIR ROUND 590 7 2 0 75 QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
BORYS 554 11 8 1 71 SORCERER KINGS (66)
KING CHAPPA 527 11 8 1 70 KAME HOUSE (61)
HARLEY 564 10 7 0 68 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
CHOCO 530 12 8 0 64 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
GARFIELD 529 13 7 0 62 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
MASTER ROSHI 524 11 8 0 62 KAME HOUSE (61)
SIX FLAGS 469 9 14 0 61 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
SIR CUMBSTANCE 592 6 3 0 61 QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
KING KILLER 543 9 10 1 54 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
VICIOUS VENOM 540 12 7 1 52 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
GREG OLSEN 581 8 5 1 51 NFL NETWORK (63)
BURGER KING 559 12 6 0 46 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
GUILFORD 558 8 10 2 45 KAME HOUSE (61)
REESE'S PB 438 8 20 0 44 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
WYAN 553 11 8 2 43 SORCERER KINGS (66)
MANIAC MAULER 542 11 9 1 43 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
ICE MAN 468 9 14 1 42 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
SKY 544 7 12 0 42 THE DRAGONS (65)
MIDNIGHT 573 7 8 0 41 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
PUAR 526 9 10 0 37 KAME HOUSE (61)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
MANGO CHUTNEY 579 7 6 0 32 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
LALALI-PUY 588 5 7 1 29 SORCERER KINGS (66)
HOT YOGA 602 3 0 0 28 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
WINDSHEAR 580 7 6 0 27 THE DRAGONS (65)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
SIR MUNN 609 4 1 0 24 QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
RAGE QUIT 598 2 1 0 19 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
PHYSICALITY 599 2 1 0 19 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
ANTONIO BROWN 612 4 2 1 18 NFL NETWORK (63)
SIR CULE 591 4 5 0 17 QUEEN'S GUARD (68)
MOOSE HEAD 596 3 8 0 17 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
TACO CAT 606 3 5 1 16 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
FRENEMY 600 2 1 0 15 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
DEATH BRINGER 618 1 0 0 13 THE DRAGONS (65)
ERIK DICKERSON 615 2 3 0 9 NFL NETWORK (63)
CHARMING KITTEN 601 2 1 0 7 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69)
ANDROPINIS 616 1 3 0 6 SORCERER KINGS (66)
ANAEL BLACKFEATHER 608 0 2 0 2 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
CAM NEWTON 534 13 4 0 NFL NETWORK 63 RED DEATH 547 162
SIR CUMBVENT 593 2 7 0 QUEEN'S GUARD 68 ANTONIO BROWN 612 165
HAMANU 556 10 8 0 SORCERER KINGS 66 RED DEATH 547 164
KING A 617 0 1 0 SORCERER KINGS 66 SPYMASTER 165 NONE
PERSONAL ADS
Maniac Mauler -- I finally forgive you for killing my first Skyler. But I still wish
that I could kill you. -- The Dragons
Master Darque -- Don't say I didn't warn you. My name is Red Death. It has death in
it's name, which means you're going to die. SEE! -- Red Death
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
KING A was butchered by SPYMASTER in a 1 minute bloody Dark Arena fight.
NIGHTMARE vanquished HARLEY in a 1 minute uneven Challenge battle.
KING KILLER was demolished by SIR ROUND in a 1 minute uneven Challenge fight.
WYAN was devastated by SIX FLAGS in a popular 1 minute one-sided Challenge contest.
SIR CUMBSTANCE subdued BURGER KING in a 2 minute bloody Challenge competition.
VICIOUS VENOM unbelievably bested GUILFORD in a 2 minute Challenge fight.
CHOCO devastated MANIAC MAULER in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge competition.
SKY overcame ICE MAN in a 2 minute Challenge melee.
MIDNIGHT vanquished WINDSHEAR in a 1 minute uneven Challenge duel.
LALALI-PUY was defeated by REESE'S PB in a 1 minute Challenge duel.
ANTONIO BROWN dispatched SIR CUMBVENT in a 1 minute Challenge fight.
SIR CULE was defeated by MANGO CHUTNEY in a 2 minute Challenge match.
ERIK DICKERSON was overcome by PHYSICALITY in a 3 minute novice's Challenge bout.
ANDROPINIS was subdued by MOOSE HEAD in a 3 minute Challenge competition.
RED DEATH demolished PUKEI in a 1 minute one-sided Title brawl.
J.J. WATT outwaited GARFIELD in a tiring 24 minute conflict.
KING CHAPPA lost to KUNG-FU MASTER in a 2 minute bout.
MASTER ROSHI was unbelievably bested by BORYS in a action packed 3 minute brutal duel.
PUAR was devastated by GREG OLSEN in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
HOT YOGA defeated TACO CAT in a 2 minute bout.
FRENEMY was outlasted by SIR MUNN in a exciting 7 minute novice's bout.
CHARMING KITTEN was outlasted by DEATH BRINGER in a 19 minute amateur's conflict.
RAGE QUIT savagely defeated ANAEL BLACKFEATHER in a 3 minute beginner's fight.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|LUNGING ATTACK 9 TOTAL PARRY 31 - 21 - 0 60 |
|AIMED BLOW 8 STRIKING ATTACK 37 - 27 - 2 58 |
|TOTAL PARRY 7 AIMED BLOW 42 - 38 - 2 53 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 6 SLASHING ATTACK 24 - 26 - 1 48 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 4 LUNGING ATTACK 34 - 38 - 0 47 |
|BASHING ATTACK 4 PARRY-RIPOSTE 7 - 8 - 1 47 |
|WALL OF STEEL 2 WALL OF STEEL 8 - 11 - 0 42 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 2 PARRY-STRIKE 1 - 2 - 0 33 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 1 BASHING ATTACK 13 - 26 - 2 33 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 1 PARRY-LUNGE 3 - 7 - 0 30 |
Turn 165 was great if you Not so great if you used The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles: the fighting styles: top eleven warriors are:
PARRY-LUNGE 1 - 0 AIMED BLOW 3 - 5 3 STRIKING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 2 - 0 LUNGING ATTACK 1 - 8 3 TOTAL PARRY
SLASHING ATTACK 5 - 1 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 1 2 AIMED BLOW
TOTAL PARRY 4 - 3 2 LUNGING ATTACK
PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 - 1 1 SLASHING ATTACK
STRIKING ATTACK 2 - 2
BASHING ATTACK 2 - 2
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
AIMED BLOW RED DEATH 547 14 5 2 161 THE DRAGONS (65)
STRIKING ATTACK NIGHTMARE 545 11 8 1 89 THE DRAGONS (65)
TOTAL PARRY J.J. WATT 535 14 6 0 79 NFL NETWORK (63)
LUNGING ATTACK KING CHAPPA 527 11 8 1 70 KAME HOUSE (61)
SLASHING ATTACK CHOCO 530 12 8 0 64 HOUSE OF FUR (62)
WALL OF STEEL VICIOUS VENOM 540 12 7 1 52 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is KING CHAPPA 527. The most popular warrior this turn
was FRENEMY 600. The ten other most popular fighters were RAGE QUIT 598, MASTER
ROSHI 524, GUILFORD 558, SIR CUMBSTANCE 592, SKY 544, ANDROPINIS 616, MANGO CHUTNEY
579, ERIK DICKERSON 615, SIX FLAGS 469, and MIDNIGHT 573.
The least popular fighter this week was GARFIELD 529. The other ten least popular
fighters were J.J. WATT 535, DEATH BRINGER 618, CHARMING KITTEN 601, SIR MUNN 609,
PUAR 526, PUKEI 557, LALALI-PUY 588, WINDSHEAR 580, ICE MAN 468, and MANIAC MAULER
542.