[ROUND ONE] Kami VS Centurions

Fireworks exploded in a burst of fire and light overhead the arena, as the screams of the crowd grew instantly louder, the moment all of those die-hard fight-fans had been waiting for had finally arrived. Spectators rushed about in the stands as they try to place their final bets and desperately search for their seats, impatient for the upcoming carnage to unfold.

**"Welcome humans and demons alike to the glorious Hanging Neck Island! Now let the Dark Tournament begin! Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Koto! I'll be your cute host for this tournament, and it's gonna be a messy one!"** a foxgirl yelled into her microphone, dripping with enthusiasm. She seemed just as anxious to see the fights start as the bloodthirsty fans in the stands.

"Now here's the introduction you've all been waiting for! On my left, Team Kami!"she shouted with a showy wave of her arm as she pointed in that direction, and the door on the west side of the arena opened to welcome Cameron, Soyoka, and Alan.

"And on my right, Team Blaze!" Koto beamed, letting the doors on the east side of the arena cast themselves open to make way for Jonas, Kizu, and DJ.

"Both teams, please enter the arena!" the foxgirl called into the microphone, beckoning both teams over to the ring so the captains could decide the terms.

"As usual, the terms of the fight for each match can be decided by the leaders of the two teams! Of course, if the leader's can't agree, we default to one-on-one fights, determining the winner by the most individual wins. Makes sense?"Koto asked, clarifying with the approaching captains. "When you're ready, we can get this fight started!"

Cameron lazily made his way onto the arena, his arms resting behind his head. He was pleasantly smiling, his golden scarf trailing behind him in the wind. Noticing Sokoya was there before him, he gave her a passive wave if she was looking, then joined her in waiting for everyone in arrive.

“Hey Soak! What a coincidence meeting you here.” Cameron joked ironically, smiling as he spoke. He was unaffected by the roaring crowd, these sort of activities hardly interested him unless it became a good fight.

“ready to achieve glorious victory for mein Kaiser?” He blathered non sense, evident he was bored.

Tale Feather Wrote:

> To most people his age, it would have been quite an intimidating sight, but to him it was... intoxicating. > > So this is what my parents felt their first time? He wondered to himself. His move elivated and in spite of the steel toed boots he wore there was an actual spring to his step as he made his way over to his teammates. There was already a cheerful, confident grin on his features by the time he got to ringside. > > "Heya." his tone was upbeat. "I'm Alan Meadia. The committie told me I'm to be your teammate. Pleasure to meet'cha." He would then cross his arms at his waist and look between the two for a moment. "Sorry for being late, they were pretty lazy in informing me of the change. So who's the leader, and mind if I have your names? They didn't give me time to look up any info."

Cameron dropped is arms as he watched Alan approach. He couldn’t say he wasn’t expecting Alan. But in any case, he’d try to act little surprised. Giving Alan a meager unsure smile as he spoke.

“Ah, you’re the Meadia kid eh? Well hello, I’m Lord Cameron, and this is my secretary, Sokoya!” Cameron introduced, pointing to himself then, scooting over to display Sokoya. His next line was a complete lie delivered pathologically. A move he had been planning it from the get go. Although Alan was untested, he had a strong desire to win and to make it even better, he was fairly competent. All the ingredients you need to … succeed? Anyways, it would free up some time for himself.

“And Al… you’re the Captain.”

Koto peered around as the demons in the stands impatiently stomped their feet and roared, demanding that the bloodbath begin. The foxgirl's ears twitched, biting her lower lip. It didn't seem like the team that was expected was showing up any time soon...

"Just hold on a minute, fans! I'm sure they'll be here any minute!" she said into her microphone, trying to calm down the rambunctious audience. However, she was getting a little irked herself that they were taking so long to get the competition started. "Man, what's a girl gotta do for some new blood?" Koto whined to herself.

--plinkalink!--

The chiming sound for attention came from the scoreboard, catching Koto's attention. "...Huh?" Koto mumured, puzzled as she saw the screen go blank, before putting up a new match up.

--plinkalink!--

"Wow, folks! It looks like the committee is calling for Team Centurions to substitute for Team Blaze! Team Centurions, please report to the stadiums for the first round!"

Vincent von Ryu walked through the entrance of the arena with no rush, with the wind slightly blowing his cape sideways. He was up for his first fight, and he was going to love it. As he entered the arena, he heard the blood-thirsty roar of demons in the stands. He looked around with a smirk on his lips, fangs of his vampire heritage visible. He spotted Alian and walked over to him. Vincent had agreed to fight in this tournament, even though his captain was Alian which he despised as well as the demons around him.

"I'm here Alian. Who's the poor soul that I have to face?" he said casually with his permanently growling voice.

Alain hopped off the ring and faced Vincent, "hehehe, you made it, i was hoping you'll fight first" alain said as he slapped him on the back. Alain looks at Alan and laughed "Hahaha, i see Alan have jokes. Well your going to put your Captain up first, i don't think that's a good idea. But hey, its you team.", alain said with a sly smile. "well your captain doesn't look like much of a challenge", he though to himself. He new his team was the under dogs because there last teammate hasn't got there yet. Alain hopped up in the ring "Well my last teammate will be here for his match later. So Lets Get Started!!".

A deep growl protruded from Vincent's throat when Alian slapped his back and glared at him menacingly. He wanted to make it clear to Alian that he did not like him at all. He turned away with a flick of his cape and climbed the steps up to the ring where the match was to take place.

He then spotted his opponent: A young Avion, the captain of the Kami Team. He smirked again, flashing his vampiric teeth again. This was going to be more fun then he thought. He loved to fight Avions, and for a reason most wouldn't think.

He turned to Koto and said in his permanently growling voice. "Give me a few minutes and he'll be begging for mercy. Your going to love this fight." He reached out with his hands and suddenly a smoke-like substance came out of his palms. They formed slowly, for dramatic effect, into two objects, one wavy and short, and one long and heavy looking. Suddenly it condensed with a low moan, like a old man sighing. It was a Dao and a Flamberge, a chosen dual pair of his liking.

"Ha, that shade of red looks good on ya, Koto!" Alan said after her. "I'll be sure to splash a bit more on you when it comes to my fight ok?" He'd throw her a thumbs up as he made his way off the center stage, pausing for a moment as the vampire seemed to make a misunderstanding. While it was true there was a sudden switch in captain's position. Cameron was the one pitted to fight against Vincent. Alan figured the two tall, dark, and gruesome pair would do well with each other. Alan, however, never really liked fights with the undead... 'holy light' was usually the best weapon against those kind, and Alan didn't like the whole religion thing.

"Oh no, scab breath. It's not me you'll be fighting. I don't do the 'Belmont'." Alan corrected with a smile before hopping off. "Ok Cam-Cam, he's all yours. Break a leg, so long as it's his."

He would hop off the arena floor and take a glance at Sokoya, who had gotten quiet through this whole ordeal. His cocky stance faded slightly as he stared at her. Damn those eyes...

Cameron laughed, and patted Alan on the black.

“These are exactly the kinds of situations I opt to avoid… it’s much simpler just to hurt something.” Cameron cheered, waving bye to the two before heading off to the arena.

A Wolf In The Dark Wrote:

> Vincent relaxed and held his swords by his side loosely. He began to laugh quietly, but it got louder and more insane. "What's the matter boy? Afraid to fight the undead? Is the newly elected captain of the Kami team a Avion chicken?" He was not amused at all, even though he was laughing. He was actually quite angry.

He was smiling confidently, his eyes would lock coolly on the undead if need be. He didn’t really see Vampires as people, kind of like sub humans, so mild detest could be heard in his voice.

“However scared of undead he might be, I am not…” He said, standing across his opponent. Arms crossed; his golden scarf trailing lightly in the breeze.

Koto deduced that Alan's suggestion of pairing Cameron and Vincent would be the first match-up.

"Will the current fighters please approach the center of the ring!"Koto requested, raising an authoritative hand over her head to beckon the two fighters to their starting positions.

"Match one of the first round! For Team Kami-- Cameron! For Team Centurions-- Vincent! Both of you take your places for the start!" the foxgirl announced, giving each of the fighters one last look to determine that they were both ready to begin. "Aaaand..."

Her arm swung down dramatically, giving a final shout:

*"FIGHT!"*

Alan shook his head as he quietly ignored the vampire. There race had degraded in the freed realms quite a deal, but Alan knew them well. Vampirism was a common condition in his home world. Creatures of several races would opt to be taken in under the thrall of the undead to continue to exist in harsh environment that was the majority of Pastan. Here on Gaia and in other realms, the condition, for that was what it all ways, seemed unique to only humans, and a rather important from of it. While it brought out many latent traits and talents normally found in humans on other worlds, because of the stagnant evolution in many worlds in which vampires existed, they took it as a form of superiority to the living.

But there was depth in the culture that sprang from vampires. Normally powerful individuals were able to maintain and grow their power within the embrace of undeath. However, the occasions where these original Kindred were found were too far in between. The all to common wave of 'modern vampires' seemed to be a cesspool of filth for those wanting an excuse to do whatever they pleased with little to no consequence. They were extreme on the opposite end to the self-righteous, blindly religious fanatics that drove many of society into a severely stagnant state by controlling the minds of common folk by mysticism and lies. While one group reduced the sentient into little more than animals, the other treated them as little more than slaves. Alan despised them both.

Alan did not fear Vincent for being a vampire, he was disgusted by him. He was an intelligent lad beyond his years, however. He knew how to get under the skin of both of those groups. While it was easy to get under the aspect of angels and religious zelots by besting them, proving their righteousness false and exposing them as the hypocrites they are. It serve to disturb the wild animals that were these low-breed vampires more by denying them their choice targets of violence. The Avion knew this when he made the pairings. It was a level of personal satisfaction that he got under the vampire's skin.

But there was another reason why he sat out of the fighting. He had not seen Cameron or Sokoya fight yet, and had little to no information about any of them. If he were to go first, there was the chance that he would be wounded and unable to properly observe them and gauge their styles and capabilities and how they complimented his own as a team.

Giving a nod over to Sokoya, Alan reached into his pocket and brought out a tiny music player. One of those nice advanced toys that he normally did not have access too in his world. Placing the small ear peices firmly in place, he fliped his exposed right hand fingers deftly over the touch screen interface as he choose a song to play. The melody rang in his ears just loud enough for him to dull out some of the incessant roaring of the crowd, but not enough for him not to hear the words being said around him.

With his feet tapping to the beat, Alan looked on as the fight began letting the sensation of it all fill into the music and temper his mood.

A Wolf In The Dark Wrote:

> 1 > > Vincent suddenly held his swords up in a defensive manner and his leg twisted back with the knees bent. He needed to gather information on Lord Cameron's fighting style in real time. He had read in his profile and from what he could gather that this man could use 'Black Flames'. Just what it could do in real time, Vincent was not positive. > > The roar of the crowd increased, screaming for blood to be splattered on the ground. They demanded action from these unholy beings, but Vincent stood there, taunt as a spring, ready for the fight to commence. The wind blew his blood-red cape slightly sideways, his fiery eyes focused on his opponent. He was, for once, not even smiling. > > All was ready. One of them just needed to move.

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A pleasant smile gleamed on his face as he took his battle stance. Opened palms, his right hand stretched out in front of him, his left hand across his face. Cameron’s long silver hair could hardly be seen beneath his red bandana, and orange scarf. His dark eyes narrowed concentrating on his opponent, Vincent’s battle stance was weak, but whether or not it was a trap, wasn’t for Cameron to judge, he’d gladly take what he was given.

“Good luck!” Cameron shouted to his opponent, and then he braced his knees. A dagger shot out of his left arms sleeve, to his hand. Its blade was a glassy black, and its tip had curve, made for parries. And with that, Cameron shot off towards Vincent.

He quickly dropped to a dead sprint, his left hand with the dagger tailing behind him along with his scarf. His black leather tunic and pants had a slight bagginess’ quality to them that leathers usually lack. During the sprint, his body would drop closely to the ground, a testament to his speed and supreme balance. When ever he reached within five feet of his opponent, he quickly raised his right arm and body up for a moment, looking like he was about to thrust a stab at Vincent, then… psyche!

He slammed his palm downwards into the ground, using all his speed and momentum from his sprint, and then bending it into a tripping sliding kick with both legs.

Vincent’s upper body was well guarded buy his sword, but Camerons skidding trip was aiming at the man’s unguarded, long legs. Camerons form of combat was a home grown, Ukemi theory fighting style evolved from decades of thievery. It had a simple effectiveness favorable for quick gambits. If his attack was successful, Camerons would have skid around seven feet forward, tripping his opponent.

Sokoya would tilt her head to the side somewhat as a chunk of the arena before her came flying by. This was predated by a rather large gaping mouth and blinking eyes. Correcting her posture, the secretary would dust her shoulder off. Casting a questioning glance to the Alan guy standing not too far from her, she would shrug her shoulders and resume regarding the fight.

Seemed everyone had some secondary motive to be fighting in this place. Sokoya had heard some names tossed around and did what little research she could. Honestly, the Fire Tower didn't have as expansive records as she was hoping. Trinity seemed to think that she could just remember everything without writing it down. Yea, it sucked.

But the money, man. The money. Over a million. For a poor girl like herself, that was probably the most dominate feature. Others had some sort of vendetta against others. Some just wanted to be challenged. It was crazy. Couldn't people be normal?

Enough of all that. There was a fight going on, and Sokoya wanted to see how Cameron held up against the spinning devil. Vampire. Guy.

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Vincent abruptly stopped, finding his arms tied against himself in a bent, as if he was holding a flower in a coffin, in a length of wire. Even though it was only 20 lopes tied around his torso, it held even under his strength. "Damn!" he muttered under he husky breath, a low growl emitting from his throat. He should have stopped the spin when Cameron slid past him.

He let his swords slowly dissipate back into his hands. He wouldn't need then now. He needed another stratagy. He looked at the wire that Cameron held, and then thought. It looked thin enough to cut. He maneuvered his hands so that he was in the right position when Cameron made his move, and then let tiny shadows curled around his hands.

"Hey Cameron, what did the Shift say when he ran into a bunch of demons across the road?" he said with a smirk, his fangs gleaming with a ghostly ivory.

A Wolf In The Dark Wrote:

> 3 > > Vincent abruptly stopped, finding his arms tied against himself in a bent, as if he was holding a flower in a coffin, in a length of wire. Even though it was only 20 lopes tied around his torso, it held even under his strength. "Damn!" he muttered under he husky breath, a low growl emitting from his throat. He should have stopped the spin when Cameron slid past him. > > He let his swords slowly dissipate back into his hands. He wouldn't need then now. He needed another stratagy. He looked at the wire that Cameron held, and then thought. It looked thin enough to cut. He maneuvered his hands so that he was in the right position when Cameron made his move, and then let tiny shadows curled around his hands. > > "Hey Cameron, what did the Shift say when he ran into a bunch of demons across the road?" he said with a smirk, his fangs gleaming with a ghostly ivory.

3

Cameron sighed, noticing how much wire he’d lost. The Vampire had a good inch of layered, advanced steel wrapped around him. Sure, two or three lines were easy enough to cut through, but twenty? Next to impossible… But hey, you never know. Regardless, Cameron wouldn’t waste time talking, he didn’t know much about his opponent, but he knew there had to be some limit to his shadow weapons, he wanted to be quick on taking advantage of those.

He began to stand up, pulling downward on the wire in a full bodied motion. The two only ten feet apart from each other and the pull being aimed to bring Vincent to the ground, face down. The vampire, before he would somehow have a chance to cut the wire should be pulled to the ground. There would be much more force and quickness to this maneuver than even a veteran might expect. That’s because Camerons wire system had its ends anchored around the dagger in his left hand, so he was literally pulling double the wire, around four feet almost instantly.

But Cameron wouldn’t be reflecting on how he brought his opponent to the ground, by the time he rose to his feet, he was already springing the six feet on top of his opponent. Mid spring, another dagger shot out of one of Cameron’s sleeves, this time his right. Its blade was also a glassy black its tip jagged as if it was shattered. When he drew that dagger, he had to cut off his string of wire in the process, though the bound would stay tightly around his opponent.

Which side his opponent managed to land on it didn’t matter. Camerons body was aimed generally to do three things, land with his two weapons first, one dagger would be aiming to land down around the knee area of his opponents… knee and render it useless. The other dagger would run through the vampires heart – chest, and Cameron’s knees would lastly land squarely on his opponents mid section.

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Only the very weary would catch Camerons blush as he heard his dagger crush through his opponent’s bones, and then his heart. The screams that followed were lovely too. When it was all done, and the man had stopped screaming, Cameron sighed a satisfied breath, a small grin residing on his face.

Cameron noted the mans weapons, they were still visible, and therefore, it obviously meant his opponent wasn’t dead yet. He didn’t care at the moment; Vampires still needed a good chunk of bone of move. He lazily rose to his feet, leaving his dagger in the vampires back. Taking a few steps forward, then turning to take a look at what he expected to be annoyed blood sucker.

But instead, he saw the vampires glazed over eyes. Instantly Cameron might have come to what some consider a panic. He bit on his own finger. Did I over shoot it!? No! Death meant disqualification in this contest, it would be a ridiculous way to lose.

He turned towards Koto in a panic and rushed towards her sheathing his dagger in the process, he was sheepishly grinning, trying to down play what ever this might be.

“Uhhh, haha, he is just faking, I’m sure! Start counting!”

5

As Lord Cameron turned his back to Vincent, got on his feet as silent as a shadow. Quickly, he spread foaming spit and blood across his face, so it looked like he was foaming at the mouth. With a free finger, he reached down to his calf where blood was coming out, took a good dab with a wince, and spread it along his eyes, making it look like he was crying tears of blood.

All was ready. he crouched down.

A low feral wailing started in his throat. He raised himself slowly up, arms spread wide. He made it seem like his eyes were rolling around in his head, and made his fangs look larger because they were over his bottom lip, and shook madly.

He finally roared "WRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" finishing it off with a hiss, and rushed at his opponent, seemingly out of his mind.

Alan's eyes snapped up to see the third entrant finally making his way into the Arena. The blue-steel irises gazing at the man known as Elwood with a interested expression. This was the man Alan had found most interesting in the initial profiles that were in the fliers for the tournament. Out of all the team, this one was the one Alan wanted to fight the most.

Just then Alan saw the berserk man rushing towards Cameron, who had taken the dominant role in the fight since the beginning. Alan believed he had seen enough of Cameron's wit. Now he wanted to see his power.

"Finish him off, Cameron!" Alan would shout out to the ring from his side. A berserk enemy was a flawed enemy, leaving him conscious on the field would be an increasing risk, as they often would not relent until they were immobilized, or had taken care of their opponent. If Cameron didn't close this match soon, it would be him that would be on the defensive. Showing that sort of weakness wasn't something that would be wise in the first round. The tournament favorites would be sure to capitalize on it.

"Elwood you made it!!" Alain yelled towards him. "I though I would have to fight twice... wait ...What took so long!!", he yelled again. Alain runs up to him and pats him on the back hard, "Hehehe, your going last, i saved you the best fighert like you wanted, but I get the next captain!", Alain smiled big rubbing the back of his head. "that's your opponent over there, he doesn't look like a challenge, but I see I was wrong about that with the guy in the ring. And I think I picked the weakest team mate" he said with a bored look on his face."you guys have all the fun." Alain stared deeply into his opponents eyes, trying to read her. "hey, I'm Alain, the guy you'll be fighting. What brings a beautiful girl like yourself, to a fight like this", he said curiously.

Koto had been so awe-struck by Cameron's attacks that she'd nearly forgotten to keep announcing! Shaking off her speechlessness, the foxgirl lifted her microphone to her mouth and her voice boomed across the entire stadium. She made sure that she'd stayed well out of the way, watching the brutality with big blue eyes.

"Can you hear those battle cries, people?!" Koto shrieked, absolutely enthralled by the fighter's bloodthirsty roars as they geared up to attack. "The tension in the air is making my ears and tail stand on end! Are you demons in the crowd feeling those shivers yet?"

"Cameron's charging up for his attack!" Koto cried out, bracing herself with a few more steps backward to keep adequately out of the fire zone. The shock wave was immense, the pressure forcing Koto to shield her face with a raised arm, the pressure kicking up a huge cloud of dirt and dust in the arena.

**"This could be the end of Vincent! C'mon, let us hear some more of those agonizing screams! Don't you just love it, fans?!"** Koto cheered, the vocal sadist itching for some more blood.

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Vincent smiled devilishly. Now time for something completely different. he thought with mirth.

Vincent had left his Katana when he had left to 'insanely sprinted at Lord Cameron'. This was only to get a reaction out of his opponent, whether it had been pure aggression or terror. He was still holding his Bokken.

Vincent had was a short-ranged fighter, he knew that just by looking at the weapons he could form. But often times he was forced to fight long range, so over the years that he had trained and fought, he developed ways of fighting from a distance. This was one of those forced times.

From five feet away, and only on his uninjured leg, he spun with the centrifugal force he had built from the sprint. He threw his Bokken at his opponent's fingers that was jabbed at the dagger in Vincent's chest. With exact precision, it would hit the tip of the his opponent's flaming fingers, not caring if his opponent's fingers were broken in the process, virtually exploding into black smoke from Vincent's will of dissipating it that quick, and the fact that the Bokken was burning when it touched Lord Cameron's fingers. Vincent staggered for about a half of a second from the pain and strain of the dagger in his back. There was only one way to get rid of it.

Vincent's cloak was pinned to his back by the dagger, which made it easier for him to get rid of it. He unbuckled the cloak from around his neck, which to a tenth of a second, and forcefully threw it away from him, and the dagger popped out. He pierced his bottom lip which drew blood to stop himself from screaming. He picked up his cloak with his left hand and left the dagger where it was.

Then he made his move. The smoke from the exploded Bokken had only lasted a couple seconds, and was coming back to Vincent to rejoin his body, but now, with speed slightly slower then before due to his sliced opened calf, he rushed at Lord Cameron and went lower then a human's line of vision when they are looking straight. He proceeded to throw his cloak in front of his opponent's face to create a distraction, jab a pressure point from under his opponent's left rib rack, one in the collar bone to make his opponent to move downwards and finally donkey kick his opponent's Adam's apple and using to momentum to flip back ten feet.

The Skrull jingled out the rest of his piss and pulled up his pants quickly before anyone else whistled at his green a**. He had to think of a way to get into that tournament. It was too late to make or join a team. He was going to have to come up with a way though, and he had just the plan. It first would involve tricking someone from one of the teams. He smiled. How could he trick a bunch of battle hungry fighters? Most of them were men. Men, unless homo, love women. When he was waging all out war on the Earthlings he had come across a magazine called Playboy. It featured pages of gorgeous women naked and usually with something in them. He liked it, and he wasn't even a human.

He smiled,

and transformed his dark green body into

.

He grabbed his newly formed breasts.

It was on.

A Wolf In The Dark Wrote:

> 6 > > Vincent smiled devilishly. Now time for something completely different. he thought with mirth. > > Vincent had left his Katana when he had left to 'insanely sprinted at Lord Cameron'. This was only to get a reaction out of his opponent, whether it had been pure aggression or terror. He was still holding his Bokken. > > Vincent had was a short-ranged fighter, he knew that just by looking at the weapons he could form. But often times he was forced to fight long range, so over the years that he had trained and fought, he developed ways of fighting from a distance. This was one of those forced times. > > From five feet away, and only on his uninjured leg, he spun with the centrifugal force he had built from the sprint. He threw his Bokken at his opponent's fingers that was jabbed at the dagger in Vincent's chest. With exact precision, it would hit the tip of the his opponent's flaming fingers, not caring if his opponent's fingers were broken in the process, virtually exploding into black smoke from Vincent's will of dissipating it that quick, and the fact that the Bokken was burning when it touched Lord Cameron's fingers. Vincent staggered for about a half of a second from the pain and strain of the dagger in his back. There was only one way to get rid of it. > > Vincent's cloak was pinned to his back by the dagger, which made it easier for him to get rid of it. He unbuckled the cloak from around his neck, which to a tenth of a second, and forcefully threw it away from him, and the dagger popped out. He pierced his bottom lip which drew blood to stop himself from screaming. He picked up his cloak with his left hand and left the dagger where it was. > > Then he made his move. The smoke from the exploded Bokken had only lasted a couple seconds, and was coming back to Vincent to rejoin his body, but now, with speed slightly slower then before due to his sliced opened calf, he rushed at Lord Cameron and went lower then a human's line of vision when they are looking straight. He proceeded to throw his cloak in front of his opponent's face to create a distraction, jab a pressure point from under his opponent's left rib rack, one in the collar bone to make his opponent to move downwards and finally donkey kick his opponent's Adam's apple and using to momentum to flip back ten feet.

Camerons eyes narrowed in annoyance has his hand blew apart his opponents weapon, his arm retracting back into the open palmed battle stance just as soon. The weapons shadowy explosion moot in the mist of his swirling flames. Camerons fighting technique relied on combination attacks to unleash its full power. Camerons jab was just the first, as soon as he watch his damaged opponent remove the dagger. He silently raised his left palm for a second attack. The energy from his last attack flowing from his right hand then to his left, then multiplying.

“Ugh this is why I hate undead, no matter how neatly you try to silence them, they always reduce you to demolishing them in barbaric ways.’ Cameron moaned as he watched the Vampires frontal assault. Obviously the thing felt no shame about it.

Although its cloak throw was clever, a type of sneaky move Cameron uses himself. But since he used it himself, he knew its weakness. Suddenly, all the energy in his left palm dumped into his right leg. Black flames began to erupt from his feet displaying their power. He couldn’t see his opponent, he didn’t need to.

Unleashing all the power in his right leg into a low aimed round house kick. Black flames tailing behind his right leg as it swiped through the thrown cloak in a black fiery blaze and hopefully kicking the Vampire in the process.

Lord Cameron Wrote:

> A Wolf In The Dark Wrote: > > A Wolf In The Dark Wrote: > > > 6 > > > > > > Vincent smiled devilishly. Now time for something completely different. he thought with mirth. > > > > > > Vincent had left his Katana when he had left to 'insanely sprinted at Lord Cameron'. This was only to get a reaction out of his opponent, whether it had been pure aggression or terror. He was still holding his Bokken. > > > > > > Vincent had was a short-ranged fighter, he knew that just by looking at the weapons he could form. But often times he was forced to fight long range, so over the years that he had trained and fought, he developed ways of fighting from a distance. This was one of those forced times. > > > > > > From five feet away, and only on his uninjured leg, he spun with the centrifugal force he had built from the sprint. He threw his Bokken at his opponent's fingers that was jabbed at the dagger in Vincent's chest. With exact precision, it would hit the tip of the his opponent's flaming fingers, not caring if his opponent's fingers were broken in the process, virtually exploding into black smoke from Vincent's will of dissipating it that quick, and the fact that the Bokken was burning when it touched Lord Cameron's fingers. Vincent staggered for about a half of a second from the pain and strain of the dagger in his back. There was only one way to get rid of it. > > > > > > Vincent's cloak was pinned to his back by the dagger, which made it easier for him to get rid of it. He unbuckled the cloak from around his neck, which to a tenth of a second, and forcefully threw it away from him, and the dagger popped out. He pierced his bottom lip which drew blood to stop himself from screaming. He picked up his cloak with his left hand and left the dagger where it was. > > > > > > Then he made his move. The smoke from the exploded Bokken had only lasted a couple seconds, and was coming back to Vincent to rejoin his body, but now, with speed slightly slower then before due to his sliced opened calf, he rushed at Lord Cameron and went lower then a human's line of vision when they are looking straight. He proceeded to throw his cloak in front of his opponent's face to create a distraction, jab a pressure point from under his opponent's left rib rack, one in the collar bone to make his opponent to move downwards and finally donkey kick his opponent's Adam's apple and using to momentum to flip back ten feet. > Camerons eyes narrowed in annoyance has his hand blew apart his opponents weapon, his arm retracting back into the open palmed battle stance just as soon. The weapons shadowy explosion moot in the mist of his swirling flames. Camerons fighting technique relied on combination attacks to unleash its full power. Camerons jab was just the first, as soon as he watch his damaged opponent remove the dagger. He silently raised his left palm for a second attack. The energy from his last attack flowing from his right hand then to his left, then multiplying. > > “Ugh this is why I hate undead, no matter how neatly you try to silence them, they always reduce you to demolishing them in barbaric ways.’ Cameron moaned as he watched the Vampires frontal assault. Obviously the thing felt no shame about it. > > Although its cloak throw was clever, a type of sneaky move Cameron uses himself. But since he used it himself, he knew its weakness. Suddenly, all the energy in his left palm dumped into his right leg. Black flames began to erupt from his feet displaying their power. He couldn’t see his opponent, he didn’t need to. > > Unleashing all the power in his right leg into a low aimed round house kick. Black flames tailing behind his right leg as it swiped through the thrown cloak in a black fiery blaze and hopefully kicking the Vampire in the process.

7

Vincent saw the kick coming, and bent just low enough to dodge the kick, but a lick of Lord Cameron's flames caught a piece of his shirt, setting it on fire. Vincent gave a unearthly shrike, high enough to shatter the glass in the arena if there was any, and he ran from his opponent taring his shirt off before the flames spread and burned him. He rolled on the ground to make sure that he wasn't burning anymore, and when he finally got up he was 70 feet away from his opponent, a few feet away from his Katana in fact.

Now that Vincent was shirtless, the scars that he had could be seen, as well as his tattoo, which snaked along his left arm and half of his torso like black and white lightning. Blood could be seen dripping down his back for his earlier wound. His most notable scar was the slash across his chest, which was still pink from a battle not to long ago in the revolution to regain his rightful place as ruler of his realm.

He ran over to his Katana with lightning speed and pulled it out of the ground. He revered the blade so that the sharp side was on where the dull side should be. In his other hand, he made a scabbard with a bit of string tied around it for his Katana, and sheathed it. He tied it to his waist on his left and put his right hand on the hilt of the Katana. He put his left foot forward, and bent slightly forward, ignoring the pain from the wound in his back. His crimson eyes burned with the ferocity of not a demons, but something far worse, far worse then Hell itself. A growl that sounded more like a roar, the roar of Cerberus, which his house was named after, emitted from his throat as he bared his fangs. He was the son of the Demon Lord, the Hound of Hell's Gate, the Lord of Shadows. He was not about to go down this easily.

The games were over. Vincent was now fully intent on beating the snot out of this human.

8

Vincent didn't take the invite to make the first move. What he was about to do was a desperate move in this kind of fight, but it would be ultimately be effective. Combined with the speed of his arm and that of the sheath when the blade was pressed up against it, that when the blade was drawn it was so fast that it could cut his opponent. But sense the blade is reversed, it would only cause a very deep gouge in his opponent, effectively putting them down for the fight, but not killing them.

Even if Lord Cameron managed to block his move, the force of the hit would create a vortex between them, pulling them together with Vincent's swing twice as as fast and strong as he came around for the second strike. A third time is just unknown to him.

But there was a set back to this move. Not only would it put his opponent down for the match, but the after effects of the move also put him down. The move would reopen any wound he had, twice to four times as bad as before. The second time he went around during the move would open even his oldest scars. And not only would that happen, the muscles in his arm would be torn completely apart.

This was a dangerous move, no doubt about it, but if he was going to win this, he needed to do it. Even if Lord Cameron did use his Smoke Bombs that was mentioned on his opponent's profile when Vincent was looking through the profiles of the other teams in the tournament, it wouldn't matter. Death was in Vincent's glaring eyes, but this time, Death was on Vincent's side.

Alian-D Wrote:

> Alian screamed with pain"Aarghhh", he falls to the floor into > the puddle of piss...

Skrull wasn't done.

For one he pissed on his beautifully pedicured foot, and he was who he needed to lure away from the fight anyways. When the man fell into the puddle of his own urine Skrull would immediately shape shift his right foot into adamantium and would kick him when he was down across the skull with enough force to just knock him out.

Alan watched the security-enforced brutality from his end of the ring (looking into the entrance hallway which had the bathroom) with a look of mixed horror and amusement. Due to the complexities of his family, he had actually spent a deal of time in the Infernal realm, so the sight of demons smashing the brains of humans wasn't what caused the horror. The fact that his opposing team's captain soiled himself however...

Alan decided the better of thinking about it and looked to see which security guard had taken care of the interloper. With a couple of blinks and a distance focus, Alan burst out laughing. It was Morkbork! Alan actually knew the individual from Spirit World Poltergeist Report files Maria had forced him to watch to better familiarize himself with the tournament. It was amusing that he actually got to see some familiar faces.

"Wow..." Alan mused aloud to himself. "Six years ago that guy couldn't even handle four young girls. Glad to see security got re-trained around here."

Alan returned his attention to the fight's conclusion. Vincent was pulling some rather surprised move with his katana. A quick-draw technique similar to the one Alan had been taught a variant of for his Scimitar, though mainly a means of defense, not offense. Cameron would be hard pressed to get away from such a technique uninjured, but it looked as if the damage dealt to the user seemed far too great to make it a worthwhile blow to use... weather or not the blow did it's intended purpose, it looked as if Vincent had finished himself.

((Tale, he didn't do it yet, he is just standing there. He may or not do it, depending if Camie does a frontal assault. He'll be watching and listening. ))

A Wolf In The Dark Wrote:

> 8 > > Vincent didn't take the invite to make the first move. What he was about to do was a desperate move in this kind of fight, but it would be ultimately be effective. Combined with the speed of his arm and that of the sheath when the blade was pressed up against it, that when the blade was drawn it was so fast that it could cut his opponent. But sense the blade is reversed, it would only cause a very deep gouge in his opponent, effectively putting them down for the fight, but not killing them. > > Even if Lord Cameron managed to block his move, the force of the hit would create a vortex between them, pulling them together with Vincent's swing twice as as fast and strong as he came around for the second strike. A third time is just unknown to him. > > But there was a set back to this move. Not only would it put his opponent down for the match, but the after effects of the move also put him down. The move would reopen any wound he had, twice to four times as bad as before. The second time he went around during the move would open even his oldest scars. And not only would that happen, the muscles in his arm would be torn completely apart. > > This was a dangerous move, no doubt about it, but if he was going to win this, he needed to do it. Even if Lord Cameron did use his Smoke Bombs that was mentioned on his opponent's profile when Vincent was looking through the profiles of the other teams in the tournament, it wouldn't matter. Death was in Vincent's glaring eyes, but this time, Death was on Vincent's side.

He stared at his opponent with lazy eyes, waiting for his attack. Cameron weary of the long claymore resting on his shoulder started to shift it around from the hilt. About a minuet passed and he grew increasingly bored with the corpse. Tapping his toes and sighing.

“Common, seriously, you’re just gonna stand there…after all that? …’ his eyes narrowed.

“You stupid leech! You haven’t even made me sweat! Don’t you realize….?” Cameron spat, whipping out his left arm, equipping his dagger in a swift motion.

“Ugh forget it, whatever I’ll attack.” Grunting, lowering his body to the ground then dashing off in a sprint. Cameron still resting the four and half foot blade on his shoulder despite his low sprint. His left hand and scarf trailing elegantly behind him.

When in range of Vincent, he would come to an abrupt stop, shifting his running momentum along with energy to his sword, and using his long swords advantage to swing a low culling sweep to the things legs; black flames trailing like ribbon behind the blade. With the momentum, and energy behind the attack, it was nearly impossible to block, Cameron blatantly aiming to chop off both the Vampires legs.

Alain was hit off guard but the fat, big, smelly, hairy, slimy, green Seucurity Guard. Alian got up off the floor, knowing now he will have to change before his match. Alain notice the Big, Fat, SMELLY, hairy slimy, green Seucurity guard left. Alain was still charging energy, which the guard didn't no the mistake he just made of letting Alain live. Alain hoped up and ran out the bathroom door and scream "BANG b***h", as he shot a giant spirit blast from his silver revolver in to the back of the guard. The hallway was to small to dodge and there were no doors around.

Alain mind ticked on from his rage. He realized if he killed this guy, he would be disqualified. So he cut his energy just in time to stop the blast from hitting the over grown, fat, ugly, smell, slimy, disgusting , green Security guard. He though to him self..."this isn't over..." He walked slowly back to the ring, thinking "not by a long shot Morkbork".

Soak had been waiting for some time for a response from the last member of the opposing team, but he seemed to be rather hush hush. Oh well. Not only that, but the other one she was originally going to talk to had decided to go take a leak. And look where that got him. A sigh, a shake of the head. Then, she was on her way back to her own side.

Taking the casual stroll along the edge of the arena, she would begin to mentally prepare for her fight. Eyes locked on the action in the center, she did her best to calm her nerves, get into the zone. Whatever it took.

(( To catch Alan up to speed with what was going on, this is going to be out of post order... sorry but as I was doing up this sucky image, people ended up posting.))

Do to the convenient position of the bathroom to the hallway, and the fact that Morkbork had likely busted the door of its hinges, Alan's Hawk-eye vision caught a detailed glimpse of all that went down both in and in front of the bathroom.

Unfortunately for Alan, he also caught the sight of Alain, who was soaked in his own urine and STILL naked from the waist down, run after Morkbork with a gun. Alan turned around and coughed heavily; a close call to vomiting. Sometimes it doesn't pay to have advanced long-range vision. Alan really did not want to bare witness to his opponent's 'revolver'.

"Ugh gawd... please tell me he's at least putting new clothes on before he gets out here..." Alan mumbled to himself, his gaze to the ground to avoid himself getting any further mental scarring. At this time his eyesight was away from the events in the ring, and the impossible levels of speed Vincent was displaying in order to try to get an advantage.

Fortunately, Alain had gone and fulfilled Alan's request without even hearing it, though it would still be a few moments before Alan would venture a look in his direction. He just hoped Cameron would finish this fight before any more ridiculously disgusting events occurred.

**J-J-J-J-JUDGE INTERMOTHERF@*#INGVENTION**

Team Centurion, you guys are disqualified from the tournament.

Why? Because I don't like ANY of you. You all break the ONE thing that I expect from every team here- Coolness. You're uncool. You guys pee on people in bathrooms, and use moves from Kenshin. It's lame, and it has almost nothing to do with why you're actually being disqualified. But I got shafted by having to deliver the news, so I figured I'd rant.

You're team is DQed for overuse of unsanctioned moves. The sheer amount of red flags or cards or whatever we use these days is so high (as calculated by one of our professional judge-mathmancers) against you, that we can safely kick your asses out of this tournament and spare ourselves the misery of having to actually try and judge you.

Questions or comments? DON'T!!! (Lawyer_Nin's Contribution) PM Koto. Over and over and over.

Because it'll piss her off something fierce, and it'll be hilarious.

((Don't PM Koto. :/

I'm sorry, but we have to do this. There's just too many rule infractions here that even if we just let this slide, after reading the fight thus far, there's just no way I can see this ending well for you.

Aside from Vincent using a whole lot of things he didn't even mention in his -first- profile submission (which was before the edits), you picked a fight with a spectator and security. I'm seriously disappointed, and probably expected too much.

The fight is over. Kami advances to the next round.))