EVENT: The Berserker Tournament

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday, June 3rd to Friday, June 10th
Where: Pakerion
Before/After: --
Warnings: Violence.

[ This is a catch-all post for tourney shenanigans throughout the week. Use the subject line to indicate when a particular scene is taking place.

If you'd like to log your character in a match, please indicate the match, tier, and day in the subject line.

Interview thread!

Friday & Saturday brackets.
Sunday & Monday brackets.
Tuesday & Wednesday brackets.
Additional brackets forthcoming. ]

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[unlikelypets]

Chisaki lifted her hand, slowly, and still glowered up at him. She did not particularly like conceding, but that glaive looked awful sharp and pointy.

"Good job taking the hit," she said, grudgingly and with pain clear in her voice. "I figured I'd get you with that."

[socarnivorously]

The crowd, which had been equal parts shouting and quiet, with several booings indicating that their conversation, which equated to no action, was not appreciated, burst into a roar of excitement.

Alex brought the glaive to his body. "Do your research next time," he said. "Berserkers are hardly so weak."

Despite his less than friendly advice, he extended his free hand to her, smiling still.

[unlikelypets]

Chisaki hesitated, before she grabbed his hand, and pulled herself to her feet. She still felt sore all over, legs and arms aching, and her side was on fire where she thought the ribs must have been broken.

She nodded and looked embarrassed. He was being a gracious victor and she was feeling petulant.

"Never heard of Zenderael before I got here," she said quietly. "So I'm kinda figuring a lot of this out as I go. I'll keep it in mind, next time I'm fighting one of you, though."

[socarnivorously]

"Oh?" He wondered if that were true. Well, it must have been, given her ignorance of a berserker's pain threshold. "I wonder. You're not in the majority," he said conversationally, brushing his fingers over the entry point of the gunshot wound. The strain on his face was slight and subtle, but present. A wound was a wound, after all, and this one in particular was cumbersome to him. He'd have to remove the bullet before he healed over...

"Alex Varista," he continued, pinching his fingers together before flicking them, hand dropping to his side. He flashed her a deceptively friendly smile. "If you would like tips."

[unlikelypets]

Chisaki looked moderately annoyed at the implication that she was in the minority. Most people from Earth -- she should not think "humans," she told herself -- did not really know about Zenderael. She nodded, though. "Chisaki Andrews," she said. "I'd appreciate tips."

[socarnivorously]

He'd actually meant the minority, but it was post-battle -- verbal slip-ups weren't uncommon from him.

"Feel free to write. Don't forget your bow." He waved at her, then turned around to leave through the gate where Rei was waiting for him. This time, he'd get the right one...!

[unlikelypets]

"Sure," Chisaki called out after. She walked over and grabbed her bow, before she shouted at his back. "Good luck out there!"