[FINALS] Sokoya VS Roen

*FINALS Dark Tournament Final Stadium*

*Sokoya Ramak VS Roen Jaeger*

Arena Specs The arena sits below ground level in the middle of a 300-foot diameter pit, the stone arena itself spanning 100 feet in diameter located in the exact center. The floor of the arena is sprinkled with just enough sand to cover up the stones beneath, but not enough to be significantly detrimental to footing or traction. Demonic-looking gates at the northern and southern end lead into the arena, through which contenders will enter upon being summoned from their quarters in order to compete in the designated match. The platform is risen approximately four feet off the ground. The new stadium is demonic in construction and theme, and has separated the elements from the arena by way of the dome ceiling. Tiered stands are lined along the walls, allowing up to five times as many spectators to be seated among them, all eager for blood. A bright LCD screen is mounted on the western wall, there to catch close-ups of the brutality for all to see.

Weather Conditions and Bonus Effects Due to the dome ceiling rather than the previous open stadium, weather effects are not applicable for the semifinals. Seeing as tickets are extremely hard to come by without paying nearly an arm and a leg, all the demons in the stands aren't going to leave without getting their money's worth of carnage! An in-ring announcer stands at the ready to begin the proceedings, and a box announcer is seated with the spectators. Will all around get the blood they came to see spilt? To whom will it belong?

Who will win? And who will walk out alive?

"Ahem!" Juri coughed into her mic to quiet the crowd. As the various noise and banter settled, the announcer started again. "Both fighters, please approach the center of the ring!"

Allowing the two to come within appropriate distance, the fish-demon looked between both competitors. Juri's hand swept out to her side, presenting the combatant. **"In the final round... For Team Kami-- Sokoya Ramak!"**

Shifting her weight and transferring her arm to the other side, she then introduced the opponent with the same enthusiasm. **"And for the Dream Team-- Roen Jaeger!"**

The crowd went wild all around them, the entire stadium seeming as if it was spinning in noise around the arena at the very center. It all came down to these two. Only one would win...

"Are you two ready?" Juri asked, gaining last confirmation from both fighters.

The Darkened Devil's left eyebrow quirked as he watched the obnoxiously large doors in front of him start to open at the most dreadful of paces. To say it was tedious would have been the grossest of understatements -- it was damn right annoying to watch the outside world slowly but surely come into existence. And if that wasn't bad enough, but was that booing he was being hit with? Ever the temperamental individual, this nearly drove Roen to dire straights of fury. Nearly. Maintaining his composure more or less and manipulating the length of his tail to wrap it's girth around the sheath of his hand-and-a-half-sword, the Devil lifted his precious weapon into the air while simultaneously leaning down to grab the bucket at his feet. Doing a quick check over of it's contents -- two glasses, ice, and a bottle of champagne -- as well as his own armored person, Roen would begin a slow and steady gait onto the field of battle. He expected the boos, but nothing could really prepare a single individual for the disdain of close to a hundred thousand demons.

**"Get out of the arena and make way for someone who can really fight!"

"He doesn't deserve to be in the finals!"

"Punish this Devil filth!"

"Give me back my girlfriend!"**

Now, Roen Jaeger wasn't keen on the fickle crowds, but that last clear comment made him giggle. Pursing his lips to ward off a smirk that threatened to take over, he continued his long journey to the ring before arriving at it's perimeter. Placing his free right hand on the top and lifting his foot onto it's edge, the Devil pushed and hefted his weight onto the ring before beginning a walk once again to arrive at it's center. Believe it or not, as Sokoya became more and more distinct on the field of battle, the Darkened Devil couldn't help but think of one singular fact. It wasn't her beauty, her demeanor, or even those garnet optics which so vividly matched his own concealed eyes, but rather the woman's stature which caught him by surprise. With her having gone against only the largest of opponent's, it was obviously hard to discern Sokoya's true height over the television; but now that they were up close, it was almost laughable. Almost. He wasn't about to forget the woman's accomplishments and think any less of her prowess simply because of her height.

Upon reaching the center of the ring and coming within earshot of both Juri and Sokoya, the Devil expressed gratitude to Juri first for her lovely voice and introductions before addressing Sokoya wholly and completely. "Can't say I could have been paired up with a lovelier opponent," he would say in his most pleasant of tones while favoring the short and feisty beau with a warm yet charmingly deceptive smiles. "Come -- walk with me. I feel it only proper that I would get to know a finalist of the Dark Tournament before I try killing her." Chuckling despite the threat, Roen brandished his arm towards the side before cocking his head. "My intentions are completely honorable, Sokoya. Please walk and tell me something about yourself and your team." Should the lethal vixen agree and begin to walk away from Juri, the Devil would set the bucket in his hand down and grab the champagne and two glasses before following suite.

As a security guard brought her an umbrella to shield herself from the still-oncoming garbage, Koto was at least able to cover herself until it ended. **"Okay, now this is ridiculous!" Koto commented into her mic as she made an attempt to overlook the ring from the stands, clutching onto the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and her mic with the other. "He appears to be flirting with Sokoya in the middle of the ring! The two seem to be engaged in small talk right now."**

Koto raised an eyebrow and protruded her lower lip in a disheartened pout. "Wish we could hear what they were saying... But by the expression on Sokoya's face--" the fox-demoness said as she saw the closeup of her on the big screen above, "--she's not taking to it too kindly! Look at the seriousness of her face!"

Now Koto was very interested in whatever they were talking about, and was severely disappointed in not being able to hear it. "Juri, what are they saying?"she asked over the speakers, hoping her colleague could give her some insight to the conversation.

Not far behind the dashing Devil that was Roen Jaeger, strode his long legged Gypsy bodyguard, new bruises slowly coloring up on her slender throat from the devil's own fingers. But she'd gotten even with a sharp knee to the snarglies before Raelin could break it up, so it was all good now. Not quite as splendidly dressed as her employer, Nox emerged from the entrance hall and made her way to the floor around the fighting ring clad in a close fitting low cut pin striped vest with a matching pleated skirt, crisscross gun belts of supple black leather were worn under said skirt, leaving it free to sway with the motion of her hips. The high on the thigh position of each holster, inches above her over the knee boots, ensured that each grip peeked easily from under the folds of tailored cloth for easy access should the need arise. For practical purposes her long purple hair was caught in a loose braid that hing down her back. Those being that the last time she'd attended one of Roen's matches, she'd had to drag him from the ring and carry his devil a** to the hospital and he'd bled all over her. It had taken her forever just to wash his blood from her hair! Well not this time.

The only real obstacle that she had to contend with this go-round turned out to be a rain of rotting refuse and icy beverages that were being thrown at the red Devil himself . Lucky for Nox, she received only minimal splatter from such activities as most all of the truly nasty stuff had been hurled as soon as Roen appeared and continued thus, following his progress toward the fighting floor. Accompanying the physical manifestations of the crowds distaste were thunderous boo's and jeers cast out from the writhing mass of screaming of demonic spectators.

**"Get out of the arena and make way for someone who can really fight!"

"He doesn't deserve to be in the finals!"

"Punish this Devil filth!"

"Give me back my girlfriend!"**

Of course the fact that it was these same slobbering demons that had voted Roen onto the Dream Team in the first place brought the most malicious of smirks to Nox's lips. Such hypocrites. But then again, what did one expect from Demons. Dumb shits, the lot of them. She paid their jeers no mind. Every match had to have a bad guy. This time it happened to be the boss man.

Eyes of creamy jade remained locked on the scene before her, hands swinging idly opposite her lanky strides as she watched Roen begin working his notorious charm upon Sokoya with a smoothly delivered invite to 'get to know one another'. Thick purple tinted lashes narrowed, her brow furrowing ever so slightly, her head shaking slowly from side to side.

"God damn you Roen..." she muttered softly. Too late..

Women were his strength and yet his weakness all at once. A charmer to the core, Nox had seen Roen's devastating charm and philandering ways literally turn Queens, female assassins and a myriad of other women into desperately begging wenches who clung to his leg in hopes of just one more glance from his eye. But by that same token, she had also witnessed his dreadful weakness. His fetish for getting his a** kicked by members of the female gender. He continually placed himself in situation where such an out com was not only possible, but damn bloody likely. In quite a few such encounters he'd barely survived.

Nox could so see this match heading in that same direction if not effectively nipped in the bud! And so it was up to her to yank the Boss's chain and bring him up short for a moment. Stopping short of the fighting floor, Nox stood impatiently as Sokoya rebuffed Roen's flirtatious gesture . That out of the way, she cupped her hands around the sides of her mouth for a bit of amplification and then shouted her own two cents worth.

"What is this wine and dine st Roen?! Have you forgotten your match with Lucind so soon?! Are you really dim enough to let your soft spot for the female gender lead you into another loss?!"** *Soft spot my a**, she thought but did not say. More like a hard spot!*"Or are you going to think with the big head and do it right this time?"

Only time would tell if Roen chose to heed Nox's words.

There he was! Better late than never, Raelin always sai-- was that champagne in his hand? He was courting her? Blasphemous!

The Djinn's skin took on an almost visible red glow, the slightest of scowls crossing her face. Common in pixies (especially in those Disney-created, Wendy-bashing ones from Neverland), the Djinn also showed traits of similar coloration to a peculiar expression-- jealousy? Needless to say, the demons around the petite magical being were beginning to grow somewhat nervous, further trying to slide away from her.

As Raelin sat in the stands with the audio of Roen's and Sokoya's current conversation in the ring inconveniently absent, the petite Djinn amongst the crowd of demons and apparitions could swear she felt her face (as well as her ears) burning. Although there looked to be more going on in this round than the epic final fight they'd bargained for, Raelin hadn't had long to dwell on the internal notion, as shouting ripped her attention from her various conclusion-jumping.

"Mistress Bellanox!" she shouted in surprise, the glow draining from her, resuming her natural color. They gypsy hadn't been lagging behind-- she'd been with the Devil the whole time! No wonder she hadn't come to fetch Raelin before she'd left. Bella could've hardly realized that the Djinn was out of her lamp at all! No matter, seeing as the two were both in place, now.

Quickly dashing up from her seat and striding down the long steps between rows of stands on the bottom tier above the pit, Raelin hastily made her way to the stone rail, the Djinn accompanying her at the woman's right side.

"What on Earth is he thinking, Mistress Bella?" Raelin asked exasperatedly, referring to her current owner with the proper title prefixed before her name. After all, it was Bella who currently held Raelin's bottle --or lamp-- so fondly between her breasts. "I hope he actually has a plan, or he's not going to last long against Sokoya..."

Least he could do is have another bottle. Maybe if he got Sokoya drunk off her a**, his opponent wouldn't be able to fight at all.

Raelin was hesitant and honestly feared the oncoming match. Without her Mistress' wish and the Djinn's power, Roen very well would've died after the second round, after acclaiming horrendous injuries in the subordinates bracket against Edward. Raelin could only hope that this fight would not meet a graver fate.

Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart. Surrender your Mind to Starry Night. Faustina's brow narrowed, her gleaming emerald eye shifting over to a strange, red glow approaching the arena. She straightened herself out, standing up and leaning forward to peer curiously at the odd glow, her eye widening in surprise when she found it to be a...er...a small glowing girl? Her eye followed the girl's path, and felt her throat instantly choke when she found the other figure approaching the ring--a tall, sleek, and absolutely gorgeous woman. Both figures were approaching her father, one of them yelling something out while the other gravitated close to the woman. Her gaze shifted to the thing her father was carrying, then up to the big screen in an attempt to get a better look.

Her Devil of a father was carrying a bucket of ice, glasses, and champagne, the woman was most certainly yelling at him, and the girl was saying something or another to the woman. This was the first time Faustina had seen either of the two females, having assumed she herself was the only person here that actually knew him. So, as was typical of the little over-emotional teenager...she made a couple more assumptions, and her knuckles were soon stark white from how hard her hands were gripping the rail before her.

...Ignore them for now, she mentally coached herself, forcing her gaze to lock back onto her father, her attentions summoned by the announcer's command to begin fighting. You're here for Dad. You can deal with his...NEW family...later! Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace, And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.

"My, my my. We come to this competition for the ultimate clashing of two fighter's souls through their firsts - and instead, we're treated to a common soap-opera romance between a flirty git and a scatter-brained brat - I question if they even deserve the right to compete as finalists! What say you, denizens of the Dark Tournament?"

A fresh wave of trash headed towards the infamous box-bound host's head - apple cores, wine bottles, emptied aluminum cans - would be skewered into a shower of confetti, blown in an outward direction just above the announcer Koto's ears with a quick but distinct howling sound, before a man dressed in tri-colored garb again made his vicious appearance.

[SCHWARZ BRUDER] [Dark Tournament 2009 Finalist Host]

"**Or will you continue littering like unruly children? Be assured, I can remove throngs of you by force with relative ease if you cannot direct your frustrations to the proper parties. And to the two of you standing in the ring, I say - either battle or go ahead and wed one another, I think I speak for the tournament's entirety when I say we're well tired of waiting. Either show us you've earned the right to come this far, after braving all the hardships that lead you here- or step down so that another may do the honor for you. Hm?**"

It would be difficult not to see Schwarz' location, for rather than sitting behind the desk his fellow host resided at - he was standing, and no less, on top of the desk, only one foot actually connected. As the arena-bound host bid the fight a start, Bruder confirmed this by howling in a manner most eerie:

"**Blood and bone meet spirit and mind - LET THEM CLASH*!!***"

TURN #1

Sokoya let the man's new found hostility wash over her, and sweep across her teammates. She honestly wouldn't have it any other way. The girl had never fought someone in a friendly manner, and would be rather uncomfortable doing so. Odd that she was so much more at home with feelings of fear, hatred, and anger.

While she could have easily pointed out the source of the threat, Sokoya left the question lingering in the air. All the Devil would get for his searching was a half assed shrug of the girls' slender shoulders. Truth be told, the argument wasn't hers, nor did it particularly affect her. Just a passive comment to get the man more into a fighting mood.

Speaking of...Sokoya knew she needed to get hostile.

*"FIGHT!"*

There was the signal! For a moment, Sokoya's body tensed up. It was as if she was expecting Roen to throw his first attack...but it never came. Cautious still, Sokoya dared not make the first move just yet, listening to the man's words as she kept her body in a much more aggressive position.

Right hand, the one with the blade, brought to her forward as she slid her left leg back. The pervasive strategy of showing your side to an opponent. Her left hand was kept close to her chest, fingers curled up into a very lose fist. And yet, still the man spoke on.

Sokoya wasn't going to waste time like Roen. Even if she would sit there and listen, the least she could do would be properly prepare herself. She focused her body into forming whatever it claimed as it's energies, preparing a 'charge' for the battle to come. A few plans already flittering through the girl's mind on how to get some blood flowing.

More conversation, and an offer of a drink. Roen truely wasn't as into the fight as she was hoping, if he was still willing to offer her such words and refreshment. The temptation to sneak an attack in was there, but it was resisted. The idea hidden from her face, nothing more than a mask formed by her coy smile.

Roen Jaeger Wrote:

> Scoffing, Roen downed his champagne before throwing both bottle and glass to the wayside and out of the ring. Sucking his teeth and fixing his gauntlets on his hands, the Devil took a few steps back and assumed a passive expression. "I can't afford to lose the advantage of a Djinn at my fingertips. I won't allow a person I consider a friend to be taken out of my life. I will not be threatened. Have at you, Sokoya. May your team regret what they have done to the finals of this tournament."

Finally!

A firm nod to acknowledge his statement, and the fight was underway. Despite first appearances, Sokoya wasn't much for banter during a fight. The poor girl just wasn't good at coming up with good comebacks and speechs. Blame it on the upbringing.

No doubt the charging would be complete by now. After all, the girl had been doing so over the course of Roen opening a bottle, pouring drinks, downing said drinks, with a little bit of talking thrown in the mix. She was as ready as she was ever going to be.

She took a step forward, with her left. Feet barely moving off of the ground, so as to keep her in position to react to the Devil's own movements. She knew that by moving in close, she was inviting a retaliation shot. But somebody had to act first, and Sokoya had grown tired of waiting.

Her loose left fist came in from her chest, aiming to jab the fellow in his chin. Certainly not a hard hit by any means, the girl didn't even put her weight into it. Was it because she was feigning him? Testing his defenses? Or did she have something else in mind?

TURN #2

Time seemed to dilate as the fight kicked into gear. Everything happening in slow motion for Sokoya, and no doubt something similar for Roen. Thus was the effect adrenaline has on a person. So much so that while the fights in this tournament lasted nothing more than minutes at the longest, it seemed like an eternity for each fighter.

Her probing jab was batted aside, as Sokoya had already expected. Anticipated. Honestly, she couldn't recall the last time she'd been in a fight of some sort and the first blow was landed. It just never happened, and the girl was banking on that to save her some embarrassment and self inflicted damage.

While Roen's right hand pushed aside her left, she managed to keep her arm and hand fairly close to the center of everything. Sokoya was no pushover after all. Leaning in closer, she brought the gap between them to a even lesser degree.

Why?

Because the same hand that he'd so casually batted away was brought back in. Arcing in around his arm ever so slightly. The way she was bending her elbow meant that it was merely in the man peripherals. Oddly, though, the girl didn't bring the fist in. No, she chose to open those fingers to reveal a pretty little surprise for the man.

Bone Blossom Wrote:

> Cleverly disguised in Sokoya's palm by closing her fingers losely over it, she mocked at making a fist. All this was just a cover for her forming a shape in her hand. > > The shape in question would be that of a Lotus flower still in the process of blooming. White chunks of bone spiraling outwards from a center focal point. > > And as the flower is revealed, a small portion of energy would be poured into, causing a violent reaction. Rather than her usual tactic of launching spikes into opponents, Sokoya opts to cause the bone itself to erupt. This in turn sends sharp bits of fragmentation shooting out from her palm in a wide cone. > > The damage from such a thing would be mostly minor, unless striking at vital points. For example, a bit of fragment striking a major vein in the neck would prove to be dangerous. However, that wasn't her precise goal. Rather, Sokoya hoped to get some in the devil's eyes. Blinding her opponent would be the means for a quick win.

"For you..." The words would be murmured as she let the blossom erupt.

While all this occurred, the man would be attempting to drive a blade into her throat. Something that she hadn't really forgotten about. It was something that was easy to avoid, however. Her right hand had been held out in front of her, kukri in her grip. As the man lunged with his weapons. she would bat it away with her own blade, twisting her body some as she did so.

This, in turn, allowed her to angle the curved blade towards the metal glad hand. Catching the blow in the curve of the weapon allowed for a better control of his actions, namely keeping the man's blade away from her body. The added bonus being that she'd be getting a better angle with her left hand for his face.

TURN #3

If Sokoya was phased by the close quarters the pair were pulled into, she did not let it show. The two of them having progressivly drawn closer, blocking and diverting attacks at intervals along the way until each was nearly pressed against the other. Chest to chest.

Truthfully, the silvery haired vixen could be classified as either a CQC master, or a dangerous medium range opponent. Her abilities allowed for variances, in the end resulting in a woman that would meet her opponent however they saw fit. It just happened that getting in close was a personal favorite of her.

She liked to be able to see the bloodshed. The pain the opponent felt.

But Roen wasn't showing pain. Hell, her blossom allowed for only the smallest amounts of blood to leak from his face. If anything it made him more attractive, not that the girl would ever be romantically interested in the fellow. But to her....fighting and romance overlapped at points. And for as much as he said he wouldn't dare hit her in the face, she would have enjoyed it.

Then, Roen did the most curious of things. He played at wanting a kiss.

With embers for eyes, Sokoya opted to take the man up on his offer. The two were already damn near hugging, after all. The girl would lean up and lock lips with the fellow. This was assuming she was allowed to....but all actions pointed towards her actions working out. Both arms away from their heads, his own lips asking for a little bit of contact.

And while she would give him a rather passionate looking kiss, there was far more too it.

Sokoya Ramak Wrote:

> Abnormal consumption- Sokoya's diet is what sets her apart from a normal human with a gift. The girl's hunger is sated by two things. Magical energies, which she can forcibly suck from a person's body, and sentient flesh. The flesh of any creature that is of human level intelligence or higher. The former food sates her better, and also allows for certain 'super charged' abilities, expending the stolen energies. To draw from a person's body, she needs a vampire like embrace.

She was draining him of raw magical energies. Whether or not the man claimed magical proficiency was of little concern. He was a Devil! It was in his nature that Roen was supernatural. If it really came down to it, the girl could suck the life force out of somebody without any sort of magical gifts.

What Roen would feel, however, might not be easily discerned. An intense kiss that gave the impression of a slight weakness in the limbs. A head rush. The symptoms one might associate with 'love at first sight'. Though, if she managed to keep draining, the sensations would certainly take on a far darker tone.

And as for what she would obtain right away? It was already getting put to use. The stolen energies swelling up in her body. The only other action the girl would take, would be to move her left hand and arm under Roen, slipping it past his forearm to seek a grip on his shoulder.

Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart. Surrender your Mind to Starry Night. Faustina was out of her (stolen) seat, tiny hands gripping the bar before her as she anxiously watched the battle begin to unfold. Her emerald eye flickered periodically between the display before her and the big screen, her teenage heart racing as she silently cheered on her frustratingly handsome kin. His most recent trip to the hospital--and her until-then absence from his side--had put her in quite the scare, making her helplessly and impossibly worried about the man's survival. She had, after all, never seen him fight, and had very little idea what he was capable of. The only hint she had was the raging beast that burned within her, hidden from the world by that abyss-like eye-patch...

She swallowed, flinching as the two combatants quickly closed the distance between them, whittling it down to quite personal close-quarters. She felt her cheeks flush red, and she quickly bowed her head, letting her unruly hair fall to the sides of her face in a pathetic attempt to hide it. Her teeth clenched, and she all but choked in furious surprise, emerald eye shooting to the big screen for confirmation.

Yes, indeed. Her father was kissing his opponent.

That...that...PIG!!! What the hell is with all these women?! Is that why Mother left him? Did she...did EITHER of them...even CARE?! She closed her eye, mind focusing as she tried to calm herself, tried to stop the onslaught of assumptions she was all too prone to. ...No. Father is a great warrior...an infamous S-Class criminal. It's possible this is all a part of his strategy. A bigger, greater plan...right?

Possible, perhaps. But certainly not very likely. Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace, And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.

***Dearly Beloved-- Kaoru Wada***

Should one's gaze venture to the petite Djinn standing to the left of the Carpathian gypsy against the cement wall separating the stands from the arena, they'd be met with a look of complete and utter shock. Her honey-golden eyes were wide; her tiny mouth slightly agape, speechless. However, there seemed to be an underlying expression to complement the severe blow that the simple kiss in the ring had dealt to her.

Was that... heartbreak?

Raelin was a being purely derived of magic-- a sort of mythos brought to existence in order to better the lives of those who were not so fortunate to have powers such as hers. Yet, even without an official, beating heart within her, the Djinn could've sworn she felt it sink. Her hand had the urge to clutch her chest, but she found that her quivering limbs were not able.

*"What... what is this?"* her mind wandered. She felt choked at the throat, as if a tight hand were grasped firmly around the soft flesh of her neck; an aching in her chest that was unparalleled by any physical feelings she'd ever experienced before. *"...Pain?"*

Two types of magical beings were created by Allah: the malaaikah (angels) and the djinn (genies). Both were bestowed with phenomenal powers to carry out their duties. The malaaikah were to live in the sky with Allah, but the djinn were to spend a majority of their dreadfully long eternity in their lamps, in the hopes that a person, Allah's most favored creations, would release them from their lonely prisons.

Beings of heaven, both Allah and the malaa`ikah, were strong, virtuous, and knew only love. Sin forbade to them all... yet ran rampant in the world below. But Raelin had noticed something quite peculiar in her time spent out of her lamp about the earthly beings... they were vulnerable. Violence wounded them, sickness weakened them, and love... love, Raelin felt, promoted a pain worse than death.

Raelin felt that she had fallen into the black abyss of that pain. The malaa`ikah never felt this sort of pain... did the djinn, having been dutifully sentenced to an imprisoned life on Earth, have that sort of vulnerability, too?

Roen had once asked Raelin, in an intimate occasion, what she felt. Raelin hadn't been able to answer... but even now, she still would be at a loss if she were in demand to put her emotions to words.

She felt something welling up inside her... something that begged to be released. Unable to hold herself back from relinquishing it, Raelin's dainty hands clenched the cement rail, nearly throwing herself over the side as she yelled out.

*"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"* the Djinn cried, tears flying from her golden eyes. As the tears fell to the ground, they'd turn into a small pile of sand, and wisped away.

Raelin knew that Sokoya was not to blame. But seeing the woman wrap her arms around him nearly tore her figurative heart apart...

[/end corny/cliché emotional post]

TURN #4

The crowd was in uproars over the change of pace. What was supposed to be a fight was looking to delve into becoming a romantic play or some such. But if only they knew, those in the crowd shouting out their shocked reactions. If only they knew what was truly going on. Roen's entourage was infuriated by the latest development, but Sokoya never even notice. She was far too caught up in the moment.

Lips finally parted, leaving the pair to sort of 'digest' the situation. While Roen seemed to be going through one hell of a headache, Sokoya has having her own little reaction to the whole thing.

Such powers might make a normal person go crazy....but what if the person was already crazy? Sokoya was by no means a stable or normal person. Who, with normal mentality, could bring themselves to eat another human being alive? Who could lay claim to getting their whole hip shattered, moan in ecstasy, and still be considered an average Joe?

Sokoya was already crazy.

What Roen ended up doing, on accident no doubt, would be simplified as reversing the girl's process. Since entering the tournament, Sokoya had steadily drawn herself into a sort of stable standing. Her two personalities fused into one, with her bloodlust and sadomasochistic tenancies somewhat fading away. Until this happened of course.

And as Roen would come to re-regard the woman he was facing, perhaps he would notice the changes that he had wrought upon her. Once lively eyes had taken on a deadened tone. Lifeless bloody hues staring at the man's chest, unblinking. Her delicate face devoid of any expression, save for one:

She smiled.

It was devoid of any sort of joyous expression, however. Something about it just felt gut-wrenchingly wrong. Even her skin seemed to take on a lighter, sicklier tone.

"Heh." The girl's lips would part, filling the quiet air with her cackle. "He..hehehe..."

Roen Jaeger Wrote:

> Bringing his right hand to his mouth and running his sword-calloused fingers across his lips to ward off the sensation of Sokoya's plump lips, Roen would squint at his opponent and murmur once again as he watched her standing there. "You okay?"

"Hehahaha!" The doll like woman roared, finally locking eyes with the man. No response other than the odd laughing.

And with that, a more overt change would occur. The hand that Roen had so casually tried to bat away would...contort. The flesh down it's length writhing along her arm. Then, an explosion of starchy white. A massive quantity of bone being formed and pushed outwards, wrapping itself around the length of her arm and coating part of her shoulder in the process.

As the bone folded and wrapped around her body, pain erupted through her arm. Sweet, delicious pain, as protrusions of bone forced their way through her flesh, ripping and tearing their own paths. Sure, her skin healed over such inflicted wounds, but the pain was the same. Every time.

It took no more than a second for the material to settle in, chitinous plating coating the length of her limb, even going to far as to cover her hand and fingers. The material was by no means a smooth coat, rather it took the appearance of a cliff face, jagged points down the length of it. Even a spike thrust up from her shoulder.

Not one to waste time, Sokoya would capitalize upon her new armor. She would show Roen what it mean to be a living, breathing weapon. And to prove to all those people in her life that looked upon her with disgust and pity. Prove that she could do something.

With a surprising burst of energy, the platinum haired fighter would send her assault. Kukri in her right hand would be brought hooking forward, from her side. By no means a full power swing, due to their proximity, it still held a lot of force to it as she tried to drive the weapon into the Devil's lower side. The same side whose arm was up at the man's face.

Meanwhile!

Her now armor coated left would be seeking a grip on the man's side, effectively holding him in place by grabbing onto his armor, a little below the arm pit. Through all of this, the girl would attempt to fall back into a fighting stance, her right leg moving forward as the left slid back across the hard arena floor.

Alan would press up against the Arena edge, too far to interfere, nor would he quiet yet. He saw Sokoya's demeanor change, and it set a chill down his spine, and a pain in his heart.

"Oh no..."

Roen didn't realize this was not HIS insanity ripping at her, but her own.

Alan would be tempted to shout at Sokoya, call her name in hopes that the familiar tone, and the experiences shared so recently would snap back to the forefront. But... he would hesitate.

Roen and she were in close quarters, and to call at her now might make her vulnerable to attack. There was also the fact that her berserk state would be just as if not more lethal than her fighting for a deep reason.

Was it right for him to interfere with that? What was the right course of action to do?

Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart. Surrender your Mind to Starry Night. "FATHER!!!"

The cry was out before she even knew she'd said it. Her torso was, by now, leaning far over her ledge, her emerald eye already beginning to water as it stared in horror at the fight before her. With every exchange, it seemed the infamous Devil was only becoming more and more a captured plaything of his bone-encased opponent. Perhaps the most nerve-wracking of it all was that she had no idea of how he was holding up, no concept of how much strength he had, no idea as to what he could and could not take, no premonition of what things he might possibly have in store. She simply didn't know, and she HATED it!

Where once was contempt and loathing for the kiss was now a swelling anxiety, a fear voiced in the desperate cry of a cub watching her kin fall before a hunter. A sort of panic attack began to manifest, her breathing quickening as tears began to break loose from her watering eye. The fear of loosing her father, the helplessness of how she'd survive with no one left for her, and the confusion of how this being--this Devil--she'd always thought to be unstoppable was so easily reduced to a punching bag...

Her lips were shaking, and her throat choked, speechless after that single, shouted word, but still her mind raced, grasping at any alternate possibilities it could come up with regardless of how miraculous they'd be. He'll be okay...He'll be okay...He'll know what to do...He HAS to...!!!

She'd just lost her mother. She refused to loose her father so soon thereafter. Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace, And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.

Electrified eyes of creamy jade remained trained upon the action on the fighting floor, the excitement of the close quarters battle catching hold of the leggy Carpathian and holding her riveted to her vantage point there in the Dream Teams section of the side lines. Nox was not a member of said Team, nor had she even fought in the Dark Tournament. Nevertheless there she stood her body tense, hands balled into tight fists as she silently (for now) urged Roen on to success.

Beside her still stood the furiously glowing Djinn, Raelin. Indeed, Nox could see the bright emanation as well as Raelin's profile in the peripheral of her vision and wondered briefly if the lovely little sprite might burst into flames, so consumed was she with burning jealousy.

Well, Nox thought with the slightest of mental shrugs, Seeing as the boss is a notorious man whore, she'll get use to seeing him caught up in the arms of other women. Romantically or otherwise... Eventually. Maybe. If he survives this one.

Faustina Jaeger Wrote:

> "FATHER!"

*Right on cue...**chuckle*

From her position, the action in the ring looked for all the world like some mutated fighting form that was part wrestling, part sword fight and part brawl with a heavy dose of soft core porn thrown in for spice! As it was, one might be inclined to wonder when the funky guitar music would suddenly sound in the back ground. But the truth of the matter was that the energies emitted both from the fight itself and the almost defining excitement of the mostly demonic spectators combined was enough to dose almost any mere mortal in the arena in an intense adrenalin high. Couple that with the amplification properties of the arena's demonic architecture (Cause we all know, more is always better to demon kind) and WHAM! Nox, being one of the few full blood human's present could feel the build up. And she surely felt it when it hit her full force with an increasing surge of hormonal heart pumping electricity! As intense as say... Riding her beloved Ducati 1098S at night through mid town traffic at top speed with a pack of angry Lycanthropes in hot pursuit. What a rush! Such was undeniably her drug of choice.

Suddenly the ferocious action in the ring altered slightly, the sexual tension drained utterly as Roen with a quick twist of his wrist, lifted and brought his wicked looking Pesket into play, moving to plunge it into the insanely gibbering Sokoya's lovely throat!

"Do it! No Mercy!"

Nox shouted vehemently before sucking her lower lip between her teeth and holding her breath for a seemingly frozen moment to await the outcome. Even with making use of every trick in her mental book to maintain control of the euphoric feeling that came with such bio-chemical surges, Nox stood poised, her face lit with an almost frighteningly bloodthirsty excitement! Was this it? Would this be the culmination of the violently erotisized fight taking place in the ring? She would surely see.

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Roen Jaeger Wrote:

> Post #5: > Sliding his left foot forward and pumping up, the Roen aimed to drive his knee-cap into his former opponent's abdominal section just as her kukri came in to split the boiled and tooled leather of his cuirass.

Sokoya Ramak Wrote:

> Post#5: > The two of them were still so very close. So close that the best that the man would manage would be to give the side of her thigh a solid 'Whack'.

Sokoya Ramak Wrote:

> Post#6: > There just wasn't room for Roen to lift his knee to strike her. Likewise, she'd turned to the side, removing her gut as a forward striking option.

Inconsistencies and vague descriptions were afoot! The only part range played when someone was close enough to get hit by a knee was how much it was going to hurt. The closer the opponent was, the more a knee-strike would hurt. It was that simple. Sokoya, to her credit, found a way to put her thigh in the way of Roen's thrusting knee-cap by twisting her torso and not lifting her leg up. Yet somehow, Roen's knee didn't hit her in the rib cage. Bravo, if Roen had a say when watching the re-runs. Moving on though.

So Sokoya really wasn't off balanced at all! She was on her lovely feet and unleashing bloody hell upon the Devil. But again, for an insane woman, she had the most discerning aptitude of guaranteeing her safety. As soon as Roen twisted his torso and shoved his right shoulder into her tits, darling Sokoya had the unwavering desire to molest the floor behind her with a shuffle step backwards -- paying no heed to the fact that she was just going through an offensive onslaught with her kukri upon his person.

Baring in mind that what the Devil had intended upon doing depended vastly upon his perception that Sokoya was leaning into him, on one foot, and swinging viciously into his armpit, it would come as no surprise that his entire range of tactics would change once he realized that she had a split-second change of heart and went into a back peddle. How would he knew she started moving back? Besides her entire profile and shadow within his sight, it was her tits. Those soft pillow-like chesticles he so lovingly nuzzled his shoulder into were lurching away -- dammit all!

Roen wouldn't stab for a throat that just wasn't going to be there. Roen wouldn't grab an arm who's lethality rate was laughable. The Darkened Devil would watch his opponent shuffle stepping back and twist his torso towards her in turn while reaching up to grab the leather-wrapped hilt of the b*****d Sword hovering above his right shoulder. Unfortunately, not even he was faster than the extension of Sokoya's spike. Even more unfortunate, while Roen was unsheathing his weapon in a slash, his thick leather armor would be straining under the pressure of Sokoya's spike. Sokoya's spike made of a bio-material not known very well for maintaining pointy tips and cutting edges would powerful jut into the Devil's armor, effectively straining itself against the masterfully crafted leather before finally plunging through.

By having her hand so close to the Devil's body before releasing her spike at it's super-duper speed, Sokoya had denied her attack's ability to achieve it's maximum punching power thanks to the natural laws of physics.. Stripped of it's initial burst of speed upon contact with the Devil's armor, her spike would be met with even more resistance once touching the riveted links of Roen's mail.

By this junction, even more stress would be put upon her hollow bone, resulting in a few cracks along it's length (that could very well lead to a shatter!) as well as a stripped tip from gnashing against metal. Alas though, the remaining energy would push through the riveted links of mail, breaking them, to push bluntly into the Devil's gambeson. Well, it hurt. It'd probably leave a mild bruise to boot.

It'd be right around this moment that Roen would be unsheathing the Death Throe from right to left, his left arm moving across his chest in a deadly swipe as he aimed to sever Sokoya's head from between her shoulders. Hopefully, she would still be smiling when her head hit the ground.

Someone threw a keg.