Round Four: Kilix VS Zolomon

[Jimmy Claymore]

Match: Kilix VS Zolomon
Final Score: 3 - 2
Location: Zolan Lands
Starting Date: Saturday, 21st October
Ending Date: (not sure yet)
Judge: Jimmy

Reminder - Be sure to be well informed of the Rules and Format of each match. Be sure to include your surrounding area; remember, YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING ON THE TOURNAMENT GROUNDS! The first person to post can set any additional conditions, such as the weather or the exact location of where the two are fighting, to further the environment. Also, be creative with what you do, and be sure to have fun!

[Archer]

Wisps of dusty yellow sand swirled and danced violently around the air, which was almost as filthy as the sand itself. Daggers of earth and swords of sand swirled and stabbed at anything that moved. The veiw of the outside world was obscure, the only thing left in this reality being the inside of the deadly cone that was a sand tornado.

In the centre of this tornado stood a figure. His fur whipped and lashed as drasticly as the winds themselves, but his yellow-brown slits that were his eyes glared darkly into the vortex around him.

"One more Round to go..." He muttered, as the sands fluxuated around him. This would be a battle to remember.

((Crap I know but I'm tired atm. If ya show Zolo, best of luck to ya ))

[zolomon]

(OOC: FOOL! Dare you think that I wouldn't show? HA! You WISH!! I've been here all along, actually, just didn't have any threads to take part in, so I've been shush. And shit... I just remembered I still gotta finish that bloody post for Miasma Stream... >.< I'll... umm... get to it? )

As the feline-looking character struggled to make anything out in the terrible sandstorm, the wind slowly began picking up in speed, until the swirling pillar of sand and jagged rock would simply take apart anything in its path. Well... almost anything.

A lone, pitch-black figure was walking through it without much trouble, the continuous wall of sand and rock mostly just brushing the vampire's skin off, instead of ripping him to bits instantly. The tournament had been basically a letdown, and Zolomon was PISSED beyond all moral restrictions. He had had no fight, a half-fight and one good fight. One fight didn't justify that other bullcrap he had to take from tournament officials, like 'winning by default isn't a dishonor!' and 'this tournament is about sportsmanship, not causing pain!'

Zolomon wasn't exactly known far and wide for his infinite patience, and all this jerking around had most certainly depleted this vampire's share of it. This fight would be fast-paced, damned fast to be exact, bloody and hardcore all the way. He didn't even care if there were only about thirty people (and one small robot) watching at the moment, Zolomon was out for blood and it was long over due. "And what the FUCK is this sandstorm shit?!?" he cursed, his black eyes almost pulsing with rage.

He had been clutching the hilt of his Longsword even before he had been teleported to the area he'd be fighting in. A short explosion of power and a violent swing of his blade tore a giant hole in the torrent of earth and air, ripping through it like through fabric. The sand and stone pieces fell to the ground like a heavy rainpour, though lasting for only a few seconds. Only now could one actually make out the bright red sky as the bloodied sun was slowly sinking into the ocean of sand that reached endlessly in all directions.

However, Zolomon was hardly here for sightseeing, although one sight caught his eye. There was someone... something. He didn't know for sure, but he assumed it was his opponent, and that worked for him. In a sudden burst of speed, Zolomon disappeared in a blur, appearing just in front of Kilix, blade drawn back, its point held only an inch from the Liixan's nose. "Hi," the vampire said, followed by an instant jab, which would have spelled most certain death to any average person. Hopefully, his opponent wasn't average... whatever he was.

After the jab, Zolomon leaped back before his opponent managed any sort of counter-attack, just as the tempest picked up again. This would be interesting... hopefully more so than Zolomon's last fight.

(OOC: Not really premium writing on my part either... meh... it's late and I've been out of the loop for quite a while... so good luck to you too! Just... hopefully... not good enough... <_< )

[Archer]

(Ohhh Zolo...I am SO gonna kick your ass... in it's face!!!)
(G'luck ^^)

Kilix's gloomy eyes surveyed the surrounding environment, his vision sweeping across the landscape like a brush sliding gently over the canvas. Every detail was recorded in his mind, every individual grain of sand painted into him memory, the masterpeice that was being brought into his mind helping him decide on every possible outcome the landscape brought.

Unfortunatly, there was only one major detail; a sandstorm. The Liixan stood at it's heart, his arms crossed steadfastly over his chest, his fur-covered fingers slowly patrolling every corner of his armour for remaining superficial damage; the battle with Ravious had not been nearly as destructive as some of his previous ones.

The warrior Kiruna had pushed the Liixan to his limits, and a sensation that came to him when he fought Aiedan gave the feeling that he'd missed out on a lot of major action. But Ravious had not been as challanging, and the inner battle-frantic warrior wanted to break free once again. And luckily for Kilix, the figure who stood on the sandstorms edge would more than satisfy his lust for battle.

With a sound as sharp as the blade it came from, the sandstorms walls burst open, an unholy gash in the barrier of sand letting the dull red light bleed slowly into the storm's belly. A figure caught Kilix' eye, obscured by the swirling sands and debris, the harsh winds cutting the light and blurring his appearance. But what Kilix noticed intrigued him; the dull glow that surrounded a pair of black, dead, eyes.

"Excellent..." Kilix grinned, "This one's gonna be fun..."

In the blink of an eye, the distant figure was gone, but he was far from distant; the point of his blade hovered but an inch from the Liixan's features, the man's pale face now easily visible. He could be called a handsome man, in a gothic way, with a sheet of black hair that cascaded around him.

"Hi," he said. Kilix' eyes met not with his opponent's own, but with the shoulder. Kilix saw the fluxation of muscles far quicker than he would have even guessed himself, and with a swordblade millimetres away from his head, that could only be a bad thing.

His suspicions were confirmed as the point of the sword began to slide elegantly downwards, Kilix's head the target, the steel longing to become impaled in fresh flesh. His Liixan reactions kicked in instantly, as he span away from the impending doom the blade promised, his own hand sliding over his belt and whisking up the hilt of a blade. As Kilix raised his precious Ki Blade, the crimson energy bursting like a flame from it's hilt, he thrust it forwards to parry the Longsword this man carried, the Ki blade aiming to slide down the blade of the sword and lodge itself in one of the spikes that protruded from the hilt.

His next attack would be a surprising one to a normal fighter, but to this man that stood before him, it would probably be quite predictable. Kilix released his grip on the hilt of his Ki blade, the energy immediatly dissipating into the air, and therefore losing the stalemate against the Longsword of the Night; if Zolomon was still exerting a force against it, then he would almost certainly lose his balance. Almost as quickly as he released it, Kilix had whipped his dagger from the air, it's blade once again flaring into existance, and with a quick spin of the wrist the weapon was but an inch away from the enemy's face.

"Hi," Kilix grinned, thrusting his own weapon forwards, the fierce dancing energy ready to pierce flesh.

He could tell already; this was going to be a fight to remember.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Do your worst! )

As Zolomon sped on his opponent's direction, he knew already he wasn't facing anything human. At least not a common one. A thought ran through his mind that could possibly explain his opponent's... state, but he figured to make sure of that a bit later. Stabbing came first. Although the sandstorm had been temporarily stopped and the sand settled for several moments of immobility, Zolomon's movement was leaving a small cloud of it in his wake, light brown puffs rising into the air like the smoke of a cigarette.

Zolomon's blade went just where he had intended it to... at least position-wise. His feline-looking opponent had evaded the jab and held a strange, glowing, energy blade against Zolomon's, it slowly slipping closer to the handle until it clashed with the dark protrusions, entering a power scuffle with the vampire, stopping his plan of a quick retreat. Zolomon's eyes were fixed on the strange blade, his mind more adrift at the moment than focused on the battle, waiting for his opponent to do something in return. 'I wonder if his blood is the same color...' he pondered to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted the next instant, when Kilix, as his foe was called, released his own blade, Zolomon's own force carrying him a step forward, where his face met with Kilix's renewed blade.

He grinned, thrusting the crimson blade forward, returning Zolomon's earlier greet. However, this attack didn't make it's target either, Kilix's arm being stopped a hair's breadth short of Zolomon's left eye. A split second of pondering on what course of action to take, Zolomon smirked and squeezed his opponent's arm tighter, forcing a jolt of Black Matter aura through the feline fighter's body, hopefully immobilizing him for just long enough.

Gripping the fighter's arm even tighter, to the point of almost cutting off blood circulation in it, Zolomon suddenly spun around, lifting his victim into the air, flinging him in a full circle once, then releasing his hold, sending him soaring through the air, if everything worked. If the Black Matter shock held long enough, not even a cat's grace would stop one from hitting the ground square on their ass.

Only seconds after releasing Kilix's arm, the storm picked up again, Zolomon's sight suddenly turning to a blur of earth tones, an endless rush of sand all around him, reminiscent of the static people with crappy antennas got on their TV's, not that he knew what crappy antennas were like... Either way, the whole obscuring of vision thing wasn't working for him at such a distance. Moments before his opponent would land, Zolomon launched three waves of darkness at him, aiming to find out if he was truly as physically cat-like as he was visually. They weren't aimed to be lethal, but would certainly keep this Kilix on his toes. In an instant Zolomon sheathed his blade and burst toward his opponent, stopping just behind him and aiming a backwards kick to the back of his head, followed by a powerful punch to his ribcage and a straight punch to the side of his face, after which Zolomon took a low defensive stance, expecting at least some kind of counter-attack. 'I hope this is going to pick up soon...' echoed through the cold, calculating mind as he prepared to defend himself. He wanted more.

[Archer]

Kilix' strike was cut short by his opponents fingers grasping his arm at the wrist, deadlocking the blade in his hand less than a centimetre from his opponents eye. There was something not quite right about the man's grip, something unnatural, almost supernatural, and something Kilix could most certainly not put his finger on. Kilix' features shifted slightly, a look of faint surprise creeping onto his face. So, he's fast... hopefully not fast enough... he thought.

But soon, thinking became a thing of the past; the limb in his opponents arm spasmed momentarily with shock, before becoming completely limp up to the shoulder, the only reason his arm remained upright being the enemy's grip on it. And that wasn't the end of the man's assault; beginning into a spin, Kilix was pulled away from the ground with little available resistance, only to be flung away into the sky like some unwanted peice of rubbish.

The numbing sensation in his arm was beginning to fade, almost synonymously with the reactivity of the sandstorm. Kilix knew that he wasn't getting away without a scratch from this one, but the awakening sands gave him a new idea. But he'd have to wait; he needed the timing to be perfect. Letting himself glide through the air, particles of sand and debris bouncing off his armour in all directions, it was not long before he began to fall. His arm had almost fully regained ability now, and being the tactician he was, Kilix knew that his landing was not going to go unhindered.

As he pulled his body around, his eye caught glance of the first of the Dark energy attacks his opponent was launching. His feet touched the ground for only a moment, before a quick spring of the toes launched him back into the air for a moment, allowing the dark energy to punch through the sheet of dust behind him, and sail on uninterupted through the barrens of the Zolan Lands.

The next two attacks would be far easier to block, as the Liixan raised his arms, his two Microshields flaring instantly from his palms, the two dark energies colliding with the dense Ki, and doing little else. Kilix felt that his opponent would be testing his reflexes; he had already proven that he was more agile than the average, and any sane warrior would attempt to push him to the limits. He wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction.

As his shields faded back into the electrodes on his palms, the image of his opponent became clear, the figure shooting towards him at horrific speeds. Zolomon managed to gain his position behind the Liixan, and quickly enacted a kick to the back of Kilix' head. Reacting quickly, Kilix simply rolled forwards across the sands, his opponents attack striking nothing but air, and a spring from the end of the evade brought him out of distance for the ensuing punch to the ribs. But as soon as he landed, his opponent was upon him again, with a straight punch to the side of his face.

Perfect, Kilix grinned.

As the fist came sailing towards his face, Kilix quickly pushed himself into the air in a graceful backflip; straight into the path of the swirling menace around them. To the ordinary man-- and all the cameras providing the people of Esperanza with their entertainment-- Kilix was gone. Most would suspect he'd simply burst through to the other side of the storm. However, anyone with a sharp enough eye would see the occasional shimmer of brown fur in the winds; Kilix was in the sandstorm itself, his afterimaging techniques keeping him all but invisible.

From the depths of the storm, any finite point of origin impossible to find, came the bellowing voice of Kilix Gyro;
"So, you wanted things to pick up? Be careful what you wish for..."

From that moment, all hell was seemingly unleashed. From all corners of the swirling winds, seemingly simultaniously, came barrages of Ki darts, flying in from above, around, and within. To avoid them all would be near impossible; the shear number combined with their random delivery prevented that. This barrage continued for at least a minute of solid attack, before they ceased as suddenly as they began, the figure of the Liixan agent bursting from high above the ground, spinning in the air above his opponent.

Sweeping his hands across his belt, the spinning Liixan placed his Ki Blades once again in his hands, the two blades becoming alive with energy, as they pointed onto the target of Zolomon Beowulve, whom Kilix was descending on with increasing speed.

It was fair to say that things were definitely picking up. If only slightly.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Kilix can read minds! o.O )

The torrent of sand was truly a sight to behold, the incredibly dense, spinning wall was impossible to see through from a distance, not that standing right next to it made it much easier either. However, if one could see through it, he or she could possibly make out a lone figure, dressed entirely in navy blue, though it seemed quite black at the moment. His open jacket was billowing in the terrible wind with an unnatural ease and softness, as if there was only a light breeze, and it held inside it one who seemed as serene and peaceful as the ocean on a windless night, yet inside was more violent and turbulent than the storm around him.

And yet there he stood, the image of stability, reminiscent of a grim, looming cliff, or an ancient gray mountain, remaining in their given places for hundreds of years, no wind or rain or man capable of moving them. And, at the moment, such was he, the incarnation of determination, his eyes burning with a dark, all-consuming, hateful and dangerous flame, seemingly burning from under the depths of a cold, dead ocean. By all means, not a sight to infuse one with optimism.

At the moment every possible course of action and result was running through the vampire's mind, building a complex 'tree' of results in a matter of seconds, rushing him to make a decision before his opponent makes his move, before it was too late. There were at least a hundred different options solely based on what his opponent had done. Had he gone straight through the swirling wall? Was he running away to a better spot? Was he going to launch a powerful ranged attack? Was he about to annihilate the entire area? Or was he using some sort of stealth device?

As Zolomon noticed just a moment later, it was neither, but a different course of action this Kilix could have taken. He was IN the sandstorm, using its torrential speed for his own gain, moving with it, quite effectively throwing off most chances to pinpoint his location, especially since he was constantly moving at a great speed. Yet Zolomon noticed the Liixan's body heat as he passed the vampire for just a split second, yet it was enough. A dozen of a dozen courses of action that he himself could choose to follow ran through his complex brain some very flashy, some extremely bad-ass, some actually effective. He decided to take the one in-between them all and took a step back.

He was currently in the "eye" of the storm, which was surprisingly the calmest place to be at the moment, yet there were chunks of everything in the nearest vicinity still flying through it, and the flying sand still brushed against his clothing. With a shout and a burst of energy Zolomon cleared the "eye" completely, making the inside walls as straight as a real wall would be, holding any unnecessary junk away with his power, not much of a feat for him, really, it's something he'd rather call a 'magic trick'.

Lucky for him, Kilix was still nearby yet not acting, probably waiting for the opportune moment when Zolomon would be confused enough or something like that. If his luck held out long enough, the vampire would still be coming out the winner in this instance. Casually, in a way that most wouldn't even notice, Zolomon inserted two fingers, pulsing with the Black Matter aura into the newly-formed torrential wall, tainting it as soon as they met. It was like an inverted pouring of cream into coffee, while stirring. Shedding a sole molecule of his energy for every other grain of sand was quite enough, while not expending it pointlessly. Kilix probably wouldn't notice it yet, but there was a streak of black mixing into the brown tone of the storm around them. Zolomon plunged his entire arm and the tainting became three times as fast, quickly darkening the entire pillar of swirling sands. It wasn't black just yet, but it would be enough to somewhat hamper the movements, Ki control and senses of anyone inside. At the moment Zolomon could probably make Kilix see something that wasn't there, even if just for a short while, which was just what he needed.

"So, you wanted things to pick up? Be careful what you wish for..." his opponent's voice came from God knows where in the storm and suddenly a barrage of Ki blasts from everywhere at once were coming at him. That made Zolomon think back to his fight with Elias as he hissed under his breath and delved fully into the torrent himself, yet leaving an after-image to confuse his opponent more. Hopefully the Black Matter-infused twister was confusing Kilix enough to not notice Zolomon's lightning-quick movement, which should happen unless this feline fighter held unheard of resilience to mythical elements. Not really a common characteristic, yet Zolomon would be hardly surprised by anything at the moment. The moment he immersed himself into the great and frightening tornado, it became completely black, Zolomon's Black Matter spreading like a plague which came whether you like it or not, not unlike its wielder himself.

He was immediately in the air and located Kilix without much trouble, coming at him from behind, silently, menacingly, inevitably. All that the fighter could possibly notice was Zolomon's pale face after his hands had grabbed him in a bear-hug, unless he showed some miraculous senses and picked up the damned one’s movement, highly unlikely as that may sound. "Yeah... I'm quivering in my boots!" Zolomon whispered into Kilix's pointed ear as the two quickly descended, Zolomon adding to the confusion created by his Black Matter by spinning the Liixan while holding him in a tight grip, releasing just before they smashed into the sand. Not the most terribly damaging attack, but it was a start, followed by a painful knee-thrust into Kilix's back, if everything had gone according to plan. After the blow Zolomon quickly stood up on his other leg, only to spin around, plant his foot just under Kilix's chest and use it to throw the fighter up to his feet, where he was warmly welcomed by a right hook that was known to turn brain into mush, followed by two quick jabs with the left hand, and an elbow thrust to the chest that would have sent the still-confused Kilix flying straight through the walls of the tornado into a more 'open-stormed' area, whatever that meant.

Zolomon ducked, baring his claws and fangs in a feral roar and leaped at his opponent, burning with a rage only a good ass-kicking could temper. Defense or offense didn't matter at the moment, he was just going at his foe. Claws would handle the rest.

[Archer]

Even after the sandstorm had engulfed Kilix's form, obscuring his to the outside world-- and therefore for the most part, obscuring the outside world to him--, Kilix managed to keep a perfect image of the surrounding environment. Although his realistic vision was impared by the millions of particles of sand that bit and snapped at him like a pack of microscopic dogs, the image he'd built of the area let him keep a good enough image in his mind to build in the changes he sensed as he swirled with the winds.

It was for this very reason that Kilix could immediatly tell when Zolomon's energy pulled and pushed the torrents into a perfect cylinder, the edges being exactly straight, as if the man was trapped in a giant chimney. His mind immediatly buzzed, drawing up every reason, every cause, every problem, and every solution. However, not even the advanced Liixan's senses picked up on the discrete change in the energetic polarity of the sand, as the Vampire's Dark Energy clawed it's way in and around the tornado, weaving itself like a mesh into every corner of the whirlwhind.

I've got to strike now, he thought, He's planning something, I've got to head it off now. That moment was when Kilix began his Ki Dart barrage, each individual needle of energy seemingly piercing through the man's body, creating a sheet of sharp blades of energy on the desert floor, before each dart faded gently into the surrounding air. Kilix allowed himself a slight grin; if what he saw was anything to go by, his opponent was in a world of pain.

However, in contrary to his happy thoughts, the Microchip in his brain immediatly flared into a frantic warning. Twisting his body around, pushing energy into every muscle in his body, Kilix cursed silently in his mind as the grim man's arms clasped around his body, his black, dead eyes staring into Kilix' own. As always, Kilix' mind gave him the easiest solution as the pair began their descent to the desert floor.

"Yeah... I'm quivering in my boots!" the man quipped sarcastically. Kilix, staring him straight in the eyes as they neared the ground, gave him an immediate reply.
"Good. You should be."

As the pair were about to crash into the floor beneath them, Zolomon would most likely feel a change in the creature that was in his grasp; more to the point, a lack of being. Where Kilix once was sat a wireframe, slightly smaller than the Liixan himself, so the figure was not touching Zolomon immediatly after creation. However, due to their proximity to the ground-- a few centimetres at best-- and the force the Vampire must have been exerting to keep the Liixan in place originally, it would be near impossible to keep the Wireframe from physical contact, and when the energy touched against a surface, the ensuing explosion would be devastating; not only would it be extremely damaging to Zolomon himself, but it would inevitably through off his entire ensuing battle plan.

Kilix, now standing calmly a few hundred yards beyond the fringes of the tornado, called out across barren desert.

"Are you ready to step this up yet?"

[zolomon]

(OOC: I'm sorry for the crappy post, but you probably noticed school's started and I might not be able to find time to post until thursday, unless I'm extremely lucky. Sorry.)

Zolomon had felt quite confident about his fight, realizing his opponent wasn't a pushover, yet not giving him much credit either. But then, at one point, his confidence quivered, even if for just a brief moment. So Kilix noticed his approach somehow and turned around just before he took a hold of the feline fighter, not that it mattered. Even his still-confident reply barely scratched Zolomon's sense of security, everything was going more or less according to plan. But then there was something wrong.

Without any kind of warning, no followed movement or much anything Zolomon could explain, Kilix's life signs disappeared. Whatever was in front of him wasn't alive, although it looked damned like the Liixan. Zolomon's brow expressed slight concern for the first time in this fight, and he quickly let go, flying backwards away from it, but it was much too late. Barely two seconds after its release, the wireframe exploded, the devastating blast creating a bright white dome of searing heat and doubling the speed of the wind in the storm.

The viewers gasped as the tornado and Zolomon were both consumed by the white hot light of pure energy. Some in the audience whistled, some commented on how Zolomon was probably screwed for the remainder of the fight, some sighed and said how beautiful they thought the explosion itself is. And yet a few of the few watching (although more were slowly retrieving interest in the fight), those who had seen Zolomon fight Elias, figured that this fight wasn't quite over.

Although the storm had been quite literally knocked into submission, the explosion itself had thrown a ton of sand into the air with such force that there was now a cloud of sand and dust in a 300 meter radius from where the explosion happened, and it was setting quite slowly.

--

"GREAAAT... another one of those dust clouds... these guys should really think of something new..." a displeased spectator grumbled and many murmured in agreement. It was such a cheap trick to buy time with, it wasn't even funny any more... not to mention being "exciting" and "breathtaking".

"Ah, yes, the dust cloud! A must-have in tournament battles, I see that Mr. Kilix and Mr. Zolomon aren't here to disappoint! Heh-heh..." The newbie commentator was doing his best, which still had lots of room for improvement. At least the people were amused with his attempts while he was trying to keep up the excitement...

--

When the sand and dust finally DID settle, they revealed a small, round spot of darkness in the distance. At first nobody could make out what the hell it was, but as soon as the cameras closed in, it was revealed to be Zolomon, clutching his Longsword of the Night as his scorched skin slowly mended itself, the vampire engulfed in the Longsword's provided blackness. It seemed Kilix wasn't hell-bent on attacking and much rather enjoyed the hit-and-run tactics, which was a bitch to fight against, really. Nevertheless Zolomon was up against him and nothing but victory would suffice, no matter how it was achieved.

When staring your opponent down, it was quite difficult to come up with a good offensive tactic to surprise him with. After several seconds of pondering, Zolomon decided 'to hell with it' and made a full-frontal assault on Kilix, his Longsword held back, prepared to strike. However, instead of delivering a blow, Zolomon stopped just short of his opponent and suddenly swung, releasing a Blade of Darkness at him, yet he didn't stop there. In just a moment there were dozens of blades flying at Kilix, constantly aiming straight at him even if he was moving. That could be a nice exercise for the nimble Liixan.

However, the problem was that Zolomon stil couldn't think of a decent offensive maneuver. His thoughts trailed off as he took a defensive position, waiting for, hoping for Kilix's counter-attack, and his eyes glided to the horizon. The sun was slowly setting, it would be nightfall soon. 'Perfect...'

[Garoten Reklor]

((So tough...so horribly tough...I hate you guys. ;D ))

The eyes of nearly half the people in the stadium - those not watching Falkan vs. Kihaku or Elias vs. Shizuka - were glued to the screen as the dust storm subsided and the figures of Zolomon and Kilix reappeared in the growing darkness. One spectator spoke for everyone when he mumbled:

"This is about to get good..."

The the match was over. The ki suppressors on the battlefield kicked in, stopping the fighters dead in their tracks, and the judges went to work amid the rumble of an unhappy crowd. The announcer took his place with much fear and trembling, feeling the gaze of thousands of displeased spectators.

"The match has ended, due to time constraints, and the winner is..."

He cleared his throat and checked for the nearest escape route.

"...Kilix Gyro, three points to two!"

And he was gone.

((Tough, tough call. Both of you wrote fantastically, and it really came down to analyzing the situation at the end of the match. Zolomon's having just taken a big hit combined with Kilix's quick planning (at the time of the last post) made it look a little bleak for Zolomon. With another couple of days, the shoe might well have been on the other foot, but I have to call it as it stands at match ending time. Good work, both of you!))