[Round 1] Samayou Tamashii vs. Red

The arena itself, which actually sits below ground level, spans two hundred feet in diameter with walls twenty feet high before the stands begin. 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. 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 only four feet off the ground. The stone is tough and is made to withstand superhuman matches. Though there will be cracks and such to show damage, it is a resilient platform that cannot be destroyed with ease. The ring itself covers a span of seventy-five feet in diameter within the two-hundred span of the whole fighting arena within the seating area (this includes out of bounds).

Out of Bounds: The ground between the platform and the wall of the stands is out of bounds, which naturally starts the ten count. Touching the stands is also out of bounds. If the platform somehow ends up getting chunked somewhere to reveal ground, that exposed ground still becomes time out.

**Samuel would be waiting by the door, his arms stretching as the fans screamed and cheered. This was a tournament he was known in, though his history with the Dark Tournament was more pronounced. The CEO of the pharmaceutical company was well accepted by his demonic fans, he was after all representing them.

Theme Music

The music hit and the doors opened as light poured in, his eyes staring head on into the swarms of fans as he walked out, his 6'6" frame stalking forward in a proud manner. When the music began people stood on their feet and cheered, yelling his name over and over in chants. However, the moment his black frame entered the light the crowd went from insane to out right near rioting with cheers! The explosion of noise was accumulative to a near atomic explosion of adulation as he waved to his fans and approached the ring.

Samuel was dressed in all black military style, tactical vest and all. his light weight flexible gear would grant minor protection and maximum mobility. Unlike his normal appearance the Devil was humanized for this tournament, he had no horns or devil tail but his ebony skin was still apparent along with the thousands of scars that covered his face and body. His eyes had no pupils, they stared at the young girl in the ring like dead cold eyes of a zombie, looking her over with a smile and nod of respect as he entered the ring.

The second his black combat boot touched the granite the fans got even louder, against all odds screaming loud enough to shake the building. Samuel was 6'6" and weighed in at 350 pounds, but this was a deception. the ultra heavy weight did not have the volume or frame of that size a man, he was simply a tall and some what skinny and athletic form, it was his condensed bone and muscle structure that explained the weight. he had explosive speed, power, and strength in the physical form. However that was his only real quality was his physical performance, he was limited to one single psionic skill in this tournament....he would utilize it wisely.

He carried a black metallic war maul in his right hand, about the size of a sledge hammer, and a singe police baton that was set on his right hip holster. He wore a black tactical poly nylon carbonite vest that had no pockets but some slight padding around the inner shoulder area for comfort and mobility. The over all review, he was a tank with speed and enough power to compensate, however his smaller adversary still had an advantage in speed, mobility and agility due to size difference. The over all strategy, stay at a distance and gods help her if he got his hands on her.

After about five minutes the music died out and the fans lowered the decibel level of cheering by only a minor amount, Samuel had stood there just simply watching her....not a single readable expression on his face.....**

**The fans cheered and roared with admiration but this did not deter him from his objective. His stone cold dead eyes never took their glare off her and as she went to attack he stood silently still, like a grave stone. The shuriken of large size breezed past his left, his ears picking up on it's wind path as the smaller ones got flung his way. His eyes watching her motionless and as the smaller ones came with in arm's reach, his left hand moved at blinding speed....

1,2,3 shuriken of smaller size landed neatly between his set of left fingers, holding them with a dead gaze stare as his right hand now moved. In a single fluid motion his right hand released the hold on his sledge hammer, letting the head slide to the ground as his grip then retightened, holding the weapon now at the tip of the shaft arm. At the same time his right leg stepped back, and with a single mighty swing he turned slightly to his right, allowing his arm to swing behind him as the head piece came viciously down on the center handle of the larger shuriken! Blasting it downward mid path just a mere two feet from his body and crashing it flat into the surface of the ring!

His movements were precise, calculated, and dangerously fast for someone of his size frame. He moved with deceptive fluency and power that was cultivated with an eerie silence, however his fan base was not so silent. They roared at the display of solid and calculated power, the precise and quick movement was beyond human in every way. And not once...had his gaze ever left her.

He tossed the smaller shuriken to the side and out of the ring, his right hand would shift the hammer and let the larger shuriken slide slightly to his right and back. By this time the music had stopped playing and his mind went to work adjusting to the focus at hand, his grip becoming loose on the war maul and letting it clatter to the ground before kicking it away to his left. He then pressed forward in a long steady march....directly for her.....** "Your going to have to do better then that...."

Psionic Charges: 50 Mental Stability: 95%

"No...just a father fighting for his daughter..." **The words he spoke where said at almost a whisper, sadness drooling over every syllable but his dead eyes still held the solid gaze of a killer. He had been pure evil once, a man forged in the fires and pain of hell, but every man had the right to change his path. The choice to decide how he wanted to be remembered, that was what he believed. She began to arc to his left in a running state, he would counter by moving in a moderate jog top his right. His large steps outdid her by enough as he kept her in sight, turning with her and then she unleashed a barrage of shuriken!

His feet would explode with power as he lunged himself to the right, rolling into his shoulder and out of the way in time to let the knives whiz past him! However while prone more flew his way, he thrust his shoulder back and rolled as they hit the concrete where he had been prone. He dodged and rolled like a professional, moving with athletic grace and brutish power. As he rolled back two more hit where he had been, his legs tucking in as he came up to his feet in a knelt state, ducting to his left as one slammed into his right shoulder and the other passed by, digging into the light weight Kevlar vest.

The vest protected him mostly but the tip just managed to sneak into his skin, a stinging sensation filling his shoulder as his left hand reached up and yanked it out. He swept it in front of him, knocking another off course and snatching the other with a free hand. Now armed with her own weapons he stood on his feet, moving towards her and using the two acquired weapons to swat the others out of the sky. When the final Shuriken fell he remained mostly unharmed, a scratch on his cheek and the small puncture wound in his right inner shoulder.

He thrust the two items in his hand aside, having stayed facing the girl the entire time. She had an advantage in speed but at her distance it took him little effort to keep her in his sight, but then again his first demonstration showed he had other worldly senses, there may be no way to get the drop on him as far as she knew. He had a single trick up his sleeve and wished to save it for when she foolishly drew in close. However as she had moved so had he during her barrage and dodging her toys was a lot easier then properly aiming them at him while on the run.

His breathing became slightly heavier as he sucked in fresh air and kept his heart at a steady rate, ensuring he did not over exert himself as he once again started his march towards her. She had been an estimated 20 feet away when she started her arc, she was now only 15 though they had switched places on the map. She now had her large weapon off to her right and back by about 20 feet, his war maul was to her back and left, also about 20 feet. He moved with a calm and solid purpose, this fight was simple...he had but one goal...get in close.....

Psionic Charges: 50 Mental Stability: 99%**

{{So if I understand the character correctly, two different minds in the same body? The Trish one has come out and is now just running circles around me, correct?}}

**Samuel would feel the difference in personality, the shift in mood and knew something was a foot. She moved at a quick space for him and once she took that first step he froze in place. She moved fast and began to circle him, staying just out of his reach by a few feet and he had to applaud this. But it would not last.....

WHAM!

A force like no other erupted from his right hand, his wrist twitching slightly as he unleashed the only trick he had up his sleeve in this tournament. The psionic Concussion force. Powerful enough to KO someone if done at point blank but this was not the case, he had no intention of aiming it at her, but at his own feet! She had thrown a good arsenal of shuriken everywhere, he had ensured that most of it now littered around his feet...he was using her own ammo against her. The force fired at his feet and with nowhere to go but outward it shook the ground and all the small metal shuriken around the base of his body went flying outward like bullets!

Because of her distance the blowback of the attack would not really harm her but her speed would be overtly effected and she would be thrown off course, while in a storm of flying shuriken debris! As for him, the direct downward blast would lift him off his feet, sending him into the air bout 8 feet and slightly back, mostly out of harms way since the blowback of hitting the ground would force the psionic energy outward, not so much up. he tucked in his legs, his head ringing with the sound of a buzzing noise while flying metal slammed into the walls of the stadium just below the spectator seats!

His air born state did not last long as he fell back to earth, his feet reaching out and welcoming the granite as he landed with a powerful thud just after the rain of metal. He would land 5 feet back from where he had been standing, his knees bent and arms up ready to defend himself while his gaze quickly darted around to reacquire his target. In the storm that had gone off he would normally be able to keep track of a target at all times, he was Gaia's greatest hunter and tracker, but in his more humanized state his senses where not at par with his true inhuman stature.

{{Sadly I lost the info for this skill, it has been modified so I could enter and I only have the former version. I believe it still costs 4 charges but the Judges made me put a cooldown of 3 posts on it if i remember right, if wrong I will correct this info when Midus sends me a Pm telling me the correct stats. I didn't wanna leave you waiting so i hope I'm right on this. Keep in mind IC Trish/Red know nothing of this please. ^^}}

Psionic Charges: 46 Cooldown: 1/3 Mental Stability: 107%**

(I'm going to have to roll with it out of lack of other options)

**The viscous wave caught her off guard, plus there was suddenly no opponent to focus on, so her circle of agility was broken. Instead, she found herself focused on taking the blow from the force. Trish flew back and rolled toward the edge of the arena while crossing her arms in a bar to protect her face. There was a cry of pain as the arena met with her elbow, and though the joint wasn't damaged on the roll the flesh now felt tender. She had scattered a fair amount of shuriken in the stand, though most of them were not coming in her direction and would be forced out of the area, and those that were even fewer had taken a trajectory as if they were properly thrown. It was more or less lucky that the force of the attack caught her off her feet and threw her though, for if she had managed to brace and stood her ground a few more would have hit and with more force. Regardless, she had blocked one with the boney upper side of her right arm near the wrist and had a gaping flesh tear that exposed ivory that itself looked slightly chinked. Another, flying back faster than she was, grazed the side of her hide and took a healthy lock of hair while leaving a trail of blood running down her cheek. A few more hit the armor of coat and stuck to it without piercing, and another had smacked sideways into her jeans to leave a bruise without cutting through it, which might have been considered lucky.

The force of the attack hitting her while she was off her feet would cause the light weight to land on her side outside the ring when it was finally all finished, which would cause the count to start.

It wouldn't take long, something had grown from below Trish's coat. It was white, clean, and glistening. Rope of what like silk fabric had wrapped Trish's legs and now replaced her jeans, her feet were bare. The fabric acted like elongated tendrils to lift Trish to the edge of the four foot high platform in short order. There was a silken bandage dripping with blood around her wrist, another around her hair. Trish wiped her chin and tasted the blood, her eyes glowing blue. The trench coat was puffing outwards, as if something wanted to get out in a hurry. Her body, supported by the props of fabric, was standing as if on a pedestal four feet above the ring floor.

"You hurt my sister, I'm going to have to punish you," Trish said, breathing just a bit heavily.**

Dominance Trish: 82% Status: Ready

MerDefGirl forfeits.

Samayou advances!