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. -- ***---------*---------*---------*---------**---------*---------*---------*---------*** "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. ***---------*---------*---------*---------**---------*---------*---------*---------*** 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 AB 14 5 2 161 THE DRAGONS (65) CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME NIGHTMARE 545 ST 11 8 1 89 THE DRAGONS (65) PUKEI 557 AB 12 6 0 85 KAME HOUSE (61) J.J. WATT 535 TP 14 6 0 79 NFL NETWORK (63) SIR ROUND 590 ST 7 2 0 75 QUEEN'S GUARD (68) BORYS 554 TP 11 8 1 71 SORCERER KINGS (66) KING CHAPPA 527 LU 11 8 1 70 KAME HOUSE (61) HARLEY 564 ST 10 7 0 68 HOUSE OF FUR (62) CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME CHOCO 530 SL 12 8 0 64 HOUSE OF FUR (62) GARFIELD 529 TP 13 7 0 62 HOUSE OF FUR (62) MASTER ROSHI 524 LU 11 8 0 62 KAME HOUSE (61) SIX FLAGS 469 BA 9 14 0 61 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) SIR CUMBSTANCE 592 AB 6 3 0 61 QUEEN'S GUARD (68) ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME KING KILLER 543 LU 9 10 1 54 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) VICIOUS VENOM 540 WS 12 7 1 52 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) GREG OLSEN 581 SL 8 5 1 51 NFL NETWORK (63) BURGER KING 559 TP 12 6 0 46 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) GUILFORD 558 BA 8 10 2 45 KAME HOUSE (61) REESE'S PB 438 WS 8 20 0 44 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) WYAN 553 LU 11 8 2 43 SORCERER KINGS (66) MANIAC MAULER 542 AB 11 9 1 43 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) * ICE MAN 468 AB 9 14 1 42 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) SKY 544 SL 7 12 0 42 THE DRAGONS (65) MIDNIGHT 573 SL 7 8 0 41 HOUSE OF FUR (62) * PUAR 526 LU 9 10 0 37 KAME HOUSE (61) * CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME MANGO CHUTNEY 579 AB 7 6 0 32 THE FEROCIOUS FIVE (64) LALALI-PUY 588 PR 5 7 1 29 SORCERER KINGS (66) HOT YOGA 602 PR 3 0 0 28 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) WINDSHEAR 580 AB 7 6 0 27 THE DRAGONS (65) CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME SIR MUNN 609 TP 4 1 0 24 QUEEN'S GUARD (68) * INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME RAGE QUIT 598 LU 2 1 0 19 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) PHYSICALITY 599 BA 2 1 0 19 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) ANTONIO BROWN 612 SL 4 2 1 18 NFL NETWORK (63) SIR CULE 591 LU 4 5 0 17 QUEEN'S GUARD (68) MOOSE HEAD 596 PL 3 8 0 17 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) * TACO CAT 606 BA 3 5 1 16 HOUSE OF FUR (62) FRENEMY 600 2 1 0 15 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) [ST-TP] DEATH BRINGER 618 TP 1 0 0 13 THE DRAGONS (65) * ERIK DICKERSON 615 LU 2 3 0 9 NFL NETWORK (63) CHARMING KITTEN 601 2 1 0 7 RIFF-RAFF CREW (69) [ST-TP] ANDROPINIS 616 LU 1 3 0 6 SORCERER KINGS (66) ANAEL BLACKFEATHER 608 0 2 0 2 SCORPIO'S LIKES: (57) [PS-ST] '-' 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.
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