[SP-F24] Merit | <<To Take the Title>>

[Morningstar 0]

 

Hide contents Morningstar | Lv. 75 | P. 41 | True Tier: 8 HP: 989/989 | EN: 122/122 | DMG: 25 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 5 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | FLN: 16 | AA | PARA-V notes: // equipped Yellow Dragon, Red Tiger HLY 2, AA, FRZ Inner Focus EVA 2, REC 2 Sapphire ACC 3, EVA battle-ready inventory Magdalyn's Cuckoo Teleport Crystal Dear My Friend x4 HP 3 skills   Hide contents STRAIGHT SWORD | RANK 5/5 precision, stamina, ferocity shift: tech MARTIAL ARTS | RANK 5/5 precision, stamina, ferocity shift: aoe COMBAT MASTERY: DMG | RANK 3/3 SEARCHING | RANK 4/5 (5) night vision, detect, tracking, reveal QUICK CHANGE UNHINDERED ENERGIST CHARGE extra (active) SURVIVAL FORGOTTEN KING'S AUTHORITY LADY LUCK DISGUISE data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== buffs data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw==   Hide contents consumables Imperial Quarter Blend | DMG 3 Magical Yellow Potion | OH 3 paragon Lv. 5 | Gain additional col equivalent to 15% of EXP earned in that thread. Lv. 10 | +1 LD to looting. data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw==   data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw== data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw==

ms     music

As always, the colosseum was lively. Volleys of thunder erupted from the stands, brought upon by the eager and impatient fans of the sport. Crowds of violence, slaughter, and bloodshed enthusiasts piled into the cramped concrete circle, sitting snugly beside each other to fit as many people as physically possible. Vendors set up outside the arena, taking advantage of the event's scale. Greasy food, overpriced t-shirts, and real life lions killing ill-prepared gladiators. Somehow, they had combined the new and old worlds into the biggest entertainment event in Aincrad.

Yes, the Colosseum of Floor 24 was well-known throughout the castle. Not only was it a ticket-selling cash grab--it was a place to test oneself against some of the strongest foes the game had to offer. Gladiators were relentless, equipped with elite weapon-handling skills and fueled by their hunger for victory. Besting them would reap unimaginable wealth and glory, as well as the title, "Colosseum Champion."

On this day, the emperor himself oversaw the event. He sat high above the rest, in a throne made of gold and adorned with a myriad of gemstones. By his side was a white-maned lion, chained to an iron pole. Amidst the chaos, it rested, occasionally adjusting itself for comfort.

When the emperor was ancient. What hair he had left was white and wispy. His leathery, olive skin was old and wrinkled. Despite his constant scowl, he was known to be a happy and benevolent ruler. He treated his people well, and in return, they loved him. When he rose, the crowd went eerily silent.

"Citizens of Scalabis; of Palma; of Massa; and of Marsonia! Today, beneath the gaze of the gods and within the mighty walls of this great Colosseum, we gather not as mere spectators, but as witnesses to glory! Here, strength is tested, courage is forged, and the will of our people is made manifest in blood and triumph!

"We bring you the bravest of warriors, the fiercest of beasts, and the finest entertainment these lands have ever known! From the distant corners of our vast dominion, they have come to prove their worth—to fight, to conquer, and to etch their names into eternity!

He raised both arms, as if to embrace the entirety of his people. His speech was met with roaring applause from the crowd. Music boomed, overtaking their cheers thanks to the system's assistance.

The emperor moved to introduce the day's gladiators. Once more, he puppeteered the audience into muteness and cleared his throat. A gate on the opposite end of the arena lifted and out came the first gladiator. He was bulky, with a muscular frame and little armor to cover it. He equipped a steel helmet on the way into the battlefield, but left his chiseled torso entirely bare. His weapon of choice, a spiked club, was already in his tight grip.

"From the southern shores of Marsonia, a warrior as strong as an ox--the Iron-Skinned Beast himself! Will he claim victory today? Raise your voices for Strongarm Tiberius!

His opponent was revealed shortly after. Stepping from the blackness of his pre-game confines was a lightly-dressed, blonde man. He was draped in loose, dark robes and avoided making a spectacle of himself.

"From a land far, far away, a man who wields no weapon! As quick as a brewing storm, and as deadly as a viper's strike--Morningstar!

"These proud warriors will do battle to see who is the strongest! He who emerges victorious will progress to the next stage of combat! The last man standing will be given the opportunity to challenge our reigning champion--Auron!

"So raise your voices, let the heavens shake with your cheers, and let the games begin! For honor! For glory! For victory!"

[Morningstar 0]

Morningstar hopped nervously from foot to foot, eager to step into the ring. He felt awkward in his new robes. So accustomed to his usual red attire, the martial arts student found anything that deviated from it unnatural. The long, flowing tunic was fitted specifically for him, allowing him to move freely under pressure. A white sash was tied around his waist 

Spoiler

Post Action | AOE-I -> Strongarm Tiberius
Free Action | -

241434 | BD: 5+7-1=11 | 25*15 = 375 DMG -> Strongarm Tiberius

241435 | BD: 2+1-4=-1 | Miss -> Morningstar

Morningstar | HP: 989/989 | EN: 122/122 | DMG: 25 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 5 | LD: 6 | REC: 8 | HLY: 16 | AA | FRZ

Strongarm Tiberius | HP: 625/1000 | DMG: 140 | ACC: 1 | EVA: 1
Achilles Heel | If stunned by Stunning Strike, the status never decreases in duration, instead removing the <<Gladiator>> from combat entirely