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[No Life King // Alucard] ([personal profile] nolifeemperor) wrote in [community profile] imperial_stage2012-03-28 11:44 pm

Men's bracket - Alucard vs. Sol

Who: Alucard and Sol
Where: Imperial City
What: First round
When: Whenever the tournament starts
Warnings: Violence


Alucard waited for his turn patiently until the door was raised to open and reveal a full house of spectators wanting a good show and the bright sun. Quite a crowd awaiting a good battle. This makes him feel quite excited! He was cooped up in the manor for so long, that to be out like this, it gives his legs a good stretch. The vampire entered the arena with his broad hat providing little shadow and his pair of dark sunglasses to protect and hide his eerie glowing red eyes.

While it's exciting for him to be out, the vampire is scheduled to be fight in broad daylight. While he is resistant to the light of the sun, it was draining to him. However, the feeling it's only akin to a human feeling exhuasted and tired from not having enough sleep.

So, yes, he's cranky, which revved his thirst for a good battle. Hopefully, the opponent is worthy enough to fight him even at level 4, which only revved up his super-human strength and agility, but no shadow tendrils and a show of his familiars.

As of now, he merely waited for his opponent to show up. In his current state, Restriction Arts Level 6, all of his powers is heavily cloaked under wraps of his Seals. His power cannot be sensed by anyone in the crowd...yet.

Soon his opponent came out and the vampire smiled at him. Half-teasing, half-taunting. "What took you so long? I was becoming bored waiting for you."
proto_riot: ([and don't cross me.])

Re: BATTLE

[personal profile] proto_riot 2012-03-29 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Alucard's opponent- equal in build, perhaps a bit bulkier, looks equally as cranky and less than half as in the mood for joking around as he drags his feet into the arena. An enormous sword- if one could even call it that, being much more akin to a large slab of steel or stone that had been hewn together with iron bars and a handle cut into it- was dragged along inches off the ground in his left hand.

Sol hadn't been with the Church for very long yet, and so it stood that his reputation wouldn't proceed him particularly well with those of outside circles, and even with some in the Church not within the militant ranks- although perhaps his reputation, quieter as it may have been, as a bounty hunter of Corrupted might have lent the slightest bit of insight. Strong enough that he gets the job done- but not much else was widely known. Sol liked to keep it that way.

"My deepest apologies." He drawls, looking Alucard over with an entire expression that dripped half-heartedness. "So you're this dog of Hellsing I've heard about...?" Sol's own being didn't particularly reek power, but there was a slight vibration in the ground and air around him as he slipped a foot back into a lazy, but solid stance that suggested he was charging... something.

"...Let's get this over with."

[ooc; ...I lied. one before bed!]

SPECTATORS

[personal profile] genuine_human 2012-03-29 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, there was no way the Major was missing this fight. Sitting in his box seat, he looks down at the coliseum with binoculars in one hand and a burger in another. The match hasn't begun quite yet, but his gaze is still focused on the stage. He wants to be prepared to witness the very moment the match begins. Indeed, while Alucard was resistant to sunlight, it didn't make him any less fatigued. This should be quite an interesting match overall. And ironically, his opponent appears to be a man from the Church. Quite interesting.
integra_hellsing: (not. amused.)

SPECTATORS

[personal profile] integra_hellsing 2012-03-29 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Integra sat in her seat, it wasn't very fancy. No, her place was amongst the common people. She was watching carefully, eyes narrowed slightly; win or lose, this didn't matter. This was merely burning off energy for the vampire, and she could care less about the tournament itself. She'd already lost her own battle, and the humiliation had yet to truly wear off.

Looking at the vampire, she merely stared at him, and should he look over in her direction, the look in her eyes clearly stated 'don't give yourself away, Servant.'