Thunderdome

THE THUNDERDOME

This barb wire and steel cage prison holds two fighters captive as they are forced to fight for their freedom and glory for their team over a featureless concrete floor. They have nothing to rely on other than themselves and the assortment of many weapons decorating the sides of the structure.

Fighting Area - 50ft diameter half-sphere

Terrain

General - Spectators present lining the outside of the cage, limiting area of effect attacks

Weapons - Melee weapons from many nations line the interior walls of the thunderdome

Natural Element Resource - None

Bonus Effects - The area is closed off, preventing use of striker assists

Trei, it seems, is the first from either team to reach the designated arena; and what an arena it is. The barbed-wire dome looms before him like something out of a pro-wrestler's worst nightmare, the myriad weapons that line its walls gleaming with the fires of the setting sun. So this is what happens when you cross BDSM with "Bio-Dome"

As if the arena wasn't crazy enough, it comes complete with a large, iron-clad figure who looks like he could EAT Trei if he so desired. After a quick consultation of his FIGHTER, Trei comes to the conclusion that this person must, in fact, be the Judge for this match. No doubt the bugger's strong; after all, he/she has to lord over six different fighters, all with very different styles.

With a hand raised in acknowledgement and greeting, Trei approaches the iron knight, his good eye already moving on to seek out any other signs of life, be they from Team Wanderers or from their opponents, team Ina-whatsit..

At the arrival of this "Yami," Trei can't help but pout just a little... the bugger has fans! Price of making a debut, I guess... Can't have fans 'till you make a name for yourself... Apparently, the GTB wasn't enough...

Now... embarassingly enough, Trei now has to figure out what team this guy's on... As the man nears, Trei strides towards him, sliding his hands into the battered pockets of his faded jeans, the wind causing the silk of his shirt to rustle comfortably. As he nears, his gauze-wrapped hand raises just as it had for the judge, accompanied by just one word...

"Yo."

Yamir presses the [I> II] button of his iPod as he neareed the man who looked as if he had something important to say. But upon the opening of the man's mouth Yamir grinned at the thoughtthat he could be the third member of his team, the one he had not met as of yet.

"Your name is...Trei correct? Of Team Wanderer?"

The loss of an eye, total loss of vision, they were never any reason to judge a fighter, nor the man. Therefore there would not be questions as to why or how he lost the use of it. For now at least. At the moment it wasn't quite so important to know much about this man, only that he could trust him. With a fools grin he spoke.

"Its not that important....the social stuff. Ryu and I haven't spoken the whole time we've been here although our rooms are one apart. I've been simply locked away in mine, listening to my music and chatting with Maleficus."

Looking about himself he could only see one other man besidse the judge that looked as if he had kicked an a** or two.

"Were are these guys, and where is our capitan?

The cloak, bearing over Ryu's body, kept himself hidden from any form of notice from the crowd. But his eyes luminous behavior of an oceanic hue shows who he is. With a simple movement of his right hand going upwards rotating to grab upon the hood of the cloak, he tosses it off to the side showing his full visage.

The oceanic hue continues to glow while he looks around at his teammates, then suddenly his ears flare downwards, like a cat ready to bear its fangs, as he looks across the arena. He notices the judge, then with a smirk, a simple gesture of a nod he continues to walk forward. His two blades, True Blaze, and True Flare upon his back in their X sheath.

With boots clanking upon the floor, he meets up with his teammates, "Well, guys, I don't talk much for a reason. It's not to get your hopes up or to have them too low... it's fairly simple. We're here to make this a fun time for all of us." His right hand rises to his hair as it brushes the stray navy tendrils from his eyes, "And surely... you know that just because our opponents aren't known... we shouldn't underestimate any of them."

He looks towards the opposing individual... "Let's just wait and see... and quit the small talk. Save your energy for something worth while..." He was ready for a battle. His body became slightly tensed as his ears flicker a bit to listen to the sounds. Being observant, his eyes veer from left to right to glance at the weapons upon the dome.

"Heaven or Hell... Be humble like an angel.. or be raging like a demon... that's your choice... Let's wait for them to show up to see who we'll really face up against."

A slight shrug of the shoulders, his arms go towards his back clicking off the sheathes from their holsters on his back then unwraps it from him placing it upon the ground. "I may not need this."

His ears flicker slightly listening to Trei's response, then a smirk plays upon his lips, "Don't worry about it. It's all in the moment, I normally don't repeat myself. Heh... a dragon, if only I placed my shape shifting abilities in the tournament... I would have been one, myself."

A slight crack of his neck to the right while the left hand palms against his neck. He rotates it slightly loosening joints, "I've been here before... and loss... I'll see what we can do this time around."

Stepping forward, his frame being nothing but a 6'2" frame, looking at his opponent. His arms cross in front of him, being the patient man that he is, he observes the movement slightly intrigue.

"Hello, I'm Ryu Versher. Team Captain of the Wanderers. Where are your teammates? You do know... they can't be late..." Both brows will raise then descend.

From what I understand we have some time before the battle even starts...

But, I do need to discuss something with you. I know for sure one of them will be here in about an hour or so. The other two however... I have no clue where they are. Last I saw them, they had some things to get done, and then we all headed our seperate ways. So, All we can do is wait. I'm sure it won't pain anyone. Patience is a virtue, after all.

Damrius stood at about six feet tall, and was only 16 years of age. He pushed his sunglasses up, the mirrored lenses hiding his eyes. This Ryu was tall, but there was no need for him to be intimidated. However, he would make it seem as though he was.

Trei, now in aquiescence mode, merely watches the two team captains exchange words. Nearby, Yamir is taking the same approach that Trei took at the opening ceremony; that is, the snooze tactic. Trei couldn't fall asleep if he wanted to, though; now that he's actually on the stage, the proverbial adrenaline has him high as a kite, and he's almost jumping out of his skin in anticipation of starting the party...

Damrius' options are interesting; he can begin the match alone, seeing as the dome's build pretty much prohibits team Wanderers from using any form of assists or "strikers." Or, he can wait for his teammates to arrive; this would give him the option of playing General, and possibly even allow him to tilt the fights in his team's favor. Of course, that last bit is purely speculative, as it all depends on just how good of a tactician this Damrius fellow is.

Also, what will Ryu do?

At that moment, a rabbit quickly rushed towards the ring. She was a fast one alright, but she seemed to have difficulties on keeping on her feet that day. She was attempting to put on one boot and her red jacket on at the same time, it seemed that Madison had slept in slightly.

"I'm late! I'm late!" She muttered very similiar to the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, which was mostly true for she did have ears upon her head. She finally managed to see Dame, but her feet didn't seem to want to stop which caused her to almost faceplant onto her team captain. She had obviously lost the team's initial 'cool' impression.

Damrius turned around at the sound of Madison, his vice captain, runnign behind him. As she would nearly faceplant into him, he would, with rather fast movement, catch her.

Indeed, you are late. But, I beleive it will be okay.. Now, where is Cassandra?

Damrus looked into the sky, and down towards the opening.

Madiosn, this is Ryu Versher, Captain of The Wanderers. Ryu, this is my Vice captain, Madison.

He hadn't even bothered to turn from the exit, hoping that his next teamate would show shortly...

With a subtle wave, his eyes lay directly upon the rabbit persona... a brow still raised, he merely nods, "Hello..."

He looks to Yamir noticing his music blaring some more. He chuckles slightly then looks towards Damrius, who appeared to stare more at the door to see if anyone else will come.

"I'm sorry, my alarm didn't go off." She began to strap her other large black boot. She then looked up to the other men and smiled lightly. Quickly she outstretched her arm and expected a handshake from the one called Ryu.

"It's a pleasure to meetcha!" But after she saw the cool calm brow, she merely pulled her hand away and placed her hands behind her back. Now she looked more presentable than before. She soon looked towards their battlefield and seemed rather interested, this was going to be interesting.

Damrius took a step back again, and was cursing under his breath. The rest of the team should have been here by now...

Damrius wrapped his arounda round his chest, as if trying to protect himself from Ryu's gaze.

I'm sorry about this... But.. I should start soon....

A new song started.

Sanctuary -Utada Hikaru

I always knew you were a f** Yamir...never should have paired with you.

Yeah ******** you too mate...having me put that last bullshit song on there.

Heh...that was brutal...don't know what the hell you're complaining about.

Shaddup, you're ruining the song.

The silence, although soothing to him, it was boring him as the time passes. It seems like his opponents are still waiting for their members to arrive.

Cassandra flew into the Thunderdome and landed right next to Damrius. She is 5'6” and has lavender eyes with blond hair that comes down just a little past her back. Her hair is uncut and open, having graceful, fragile features and is extraordinarily beautiful. She is wearing a scarlet bustle-back dress which the upper sleeves and collar are rich red brocade with antiqued gold flower and plantlike designs woven throughout with lace and trim overlays at collar and elbow. It has a half circle lower sleeves, which is more functional and are made from fully lined silk-like scarlet rayon velvet. The "overgown" is blue-black rayon velvet. She turned toward him and smiled. "Sorry I'm bit late." She then looked at the other team and instantly got worried.

It's fine. Shall we get started then, Mr. Versher?

Damrius faced Ryu, his stance solid and strong. He was done playing the weak captain. He was ready for this fight, and he had a few little bonuses due the the way the arena was designed.

Trei's grin had faltered a little bit, but it's back now. Plus, with the arrival of the third Inazuma fighter, things could get underway... So, forgiving the falter, Trei warmly shakes the Rabbit-girl's hand before extracting his hand and slipping it into his pocket...

"So... who's first?" His question is directed towards everyone, rather than just his own teammates; now that the brackets have been decided on, it's just a matter of getting the first pair into the ring two dance...

Mr. Versher? Mr. Versher? MR. VERSHER?!

Well, Damrius has just crossed the line. Apparently, that's one of Ryu's pet peeves, calling him Mr. Versher is deemed an insult to him. His facial expression changes that from the stern appearance to that of a death glare. The flaring in his eyes, like a fiery blaze, still in an oceanic hue shows his disgust towards the man.

Unfolding his arms from their crossed position, he walks over to the east side of the ring to separate himself from his teammates and Damrius' teammates so that the captains can have a section of the dome. His feet become slightly further than shoulder width a part, while the hands rotate upwards to hover in front of him. The left hand slightly raised above chest level while the right is rather lower and more back in a chambered position near the waistline.

"We'll go at it all at once, I'm not going to wait any longer. We'll get this over and done with right now. Trei, you have the Bunny... Yamir, you have the Bird... I'll get this Kid." As a leader, his voice shown triumphant tones of glory and yet, it was subtle enough to not appear as threatening..

(Eh... All at once isn't going to work. One of my teammates is unable to access the computer.)

How bout we do this one on one? It would give your teammates plenty of time to rest off the wait, and also get them pumped from out fight. How does that sound?

Damrius's voice didn't falter, and he had a smirk on his face. He knew that he had set off Versher, and that was good.

"Very well, then we'll try it one on one." It seems his pupils did learn from him, after all. Even though the now confident Damrius takes notice in Ryu's actions, Ryu is playing him for a fool.

He crosses his arms once again as he looks at the opponents, "But I'll stick with my word on who fights who. Since that is settled upon my team, Damrius, you choose who goes first."

He looks to his blades some, wondering if he should bring them into play or not. They were, after all, on the ground 10 feet away from him. He looks towards the center of the dome then looks up to the ceiling pondering about certain criteria to follow.

Us.

Damrius said this, and turned around, walking so he had a fair distance between him and his opponent before the fight started.

As Madison would most likely be close to him, he pulled off his glasses, and handed them to her.

Could you please hold onto these? I spent a lot on them, and I'm not in the mood to lose them.

Trei chuckles... the two team captains should be the headliners, but this guy's cutting straight to the chase...

Trei's moment of seriousness is over, though; now, he just wants to duke it out with the bunny, to hell with all the tactics and sh*t. Hell, Ryu knows what he's doing... with the exception of Ryu's determination to end the match quickly, Trei feels that he can put the whole of his faith into his team's captain...

But what to make of Mordecai?

Post-script edit:

As he settles back to watch things unfold, his good eye flickers across the rabbit girl one more time. Wonder if I can convince her to grab dinner after the fight...

Trei arcs his right eyebrow, creating a strange little warping effect on both the scar and the cataracted eye beneath it; then, muttering under his breath about just having gotten comfortable and other nonsensical complaints, he rises back up to his feet and grabs the strange blades, feeling their unfamiliar weight in his arms as he makes his way back to his claimed spot...

These things aren't too shabby... I wonder which would win, these guys or Kybalion and Gigante...

Yami grinned deviously as he stood up and made way for where the members who weren't engaged in battle sat and hung around to watch the match. He serriously hoped that this would end quickly, he had never seen any of these five people fight, and really had no confidence in any of them.

So then why was he on a team?

Because he wanted to stomp some heads, that's why. Clentching his fist his knuckles would pop loudly before being slipped into the pockets of his jet black pants. His fingers sliding delicately along the surface of his mp3 player as he decided not to turn it on. As he strolled away he'd look over his shoulder slightly, his pale blue eyes peering at his team captain as he shouted.

"Finish it fast Ryu, I want my turn!"

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Damrius smirked again, and waited for Ryu to get close enough. he pulled in another charge of energy. As soon as Ryu was close enough however, Damrius feigned a lunge to his right, but instead drew the Vengeful with such speed that it looked as though he already had it in his hand. He then dodged left a little, and would swing the sword at his opponents legs, moving in an upward angle, attempting to remove his opponents legs.

With the speed his opponent was moving at, he obviously woud have a tough time dodging a physical attack from below him.

Damrius was used to being hit with explosions. His mentor always used them on him. He also managed to learn how to recover a lot quikcer than most would.

As soon as was about to hit the ground, he rolled and landed on his feet. He then jumped to the side, avoiding this "hadouken" of Ryu's.

He pulled in another charge of energy, and ripped his coat off. He felt it was burnt, and it wold only slow him down. He stood up straight, and cracked his neck, his eyes never leaving his opponent.

His arms seemed to be covered in a tattoo. It was even stretching slightly above his Dragonsteel cuirass.

Well, that was unexpected.

Damrius sheithed the vengeful, and readied himself for another attack. He knew he was slightly injured, but he would be fine.

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Ryu's control over the hadouken has for the fireball to propel forward towards his opponent, but suddenly he maneuvers in a way to dodge the attack.

Ryu pulls his hands back as the hadouken dissipates into the air since not much heat was generated there to stay. He looks to his opponent noticing that he's encountered fire techniques before. This shall be fun then.

Ryu merely jumps upon the balls of his feet emulating a famous Jeet Kun Do user, then suddenly using a gesture with his right hand, he taunts his opponent to make an attack.

"GET ON FIGHTING ALREADY! I'M GROWING GRAY HAIRS OUT HERE!"

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Raising his hand to his face moving away the black strands of hair from his eyes as he smirks. He suddenly rushes to circle around his opponent in a 8 feet diameter, the air within the circle begins to swirl around Ryu's form.

Wind Dance, a maneuver where the air begins surrounding Ryu in a offensive and defensive form. Mainly around his appendages the air swirls like tornadoes around his fists as he looks to his opponent. The air manipulation doesn't fully evolve yet...

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And fighting shall occur in a sense that Ryu will suddenly become serious. His motion of his body surrounding his opponent in an 8 foot diameter, which meant a four foot radius, has for him to be at an advantage.

The flash occurs, the 'Spark Bomb,' it may blind Ryu's eyes, but Ryu's great sense of hearing, and training, he doesn't need to see his opponent to know where he's currently standing. So, within the moment the flash happens, the dash forward with a straight right fierce occurs to send a palm punch directly towards the back of Damrius' head. The flash creates a diversion, but with Damrius' speech, why would Ryu give him the time to finish his sentence?

"That..." WHAM! The punch was sent to send his opponent down to the ground. Damrius should already know, time if of the essence. The Wind Dance continues to evolve... still not fully evolved yet...

The brilliant wave of light overwhelms Trei's eyes, but he continues to focus on the fight. Knowing Ryu, the bugger might end the fight before Trei's vision comes back...

and that would just suck.

[ God damnit! ]

[ Just when the fight was getting semi-interesting. ]

[ Should've dodged it and let him get DQ'd ]

The thing about the claws, it was like claws of a tiger. A hooking fashion upon all five fingers, just to dig into flesh as it is intended. Damrius didn't do much to stop the momentum of the attack and has been affected thusly.

The crowd was watching in amazement to see what Ryu would do next.

His ears flare as he sends both his arms to wrap around his opponent's lower torso, since in time, Damrius is trying to push himself away from Ryu with a leg. The knee was truly a big help to separate the claws from the shoulders, but not from the legs. Ryu's arms go to wrap around the legs to lift Damrius by the waist portion. The quick split second of Damrius' body touching against Ryu alerts his entire senses to continue the raging onslaught.

His eyes flaring more and more into a navy haze, he goes to lift his opponent up into the air. Using his strength to continue to lift his opponent into the air, Ryu grins as he stares toward his opponent with great intensity to suddenly, bring Damrius back down to the ground. In doing so, the back portion of Damrius would hit directly upon the ground with such force that the concrete floor itself crackles creating a huge dent upon the floor itself.

Ryu will then step back to see if his opponent is still conscious from that furocious attack.

"What did he just do?" A man asked another member of the audience.

"Wait, I saw that move from the WWE." Exclaimed a raunchy fan.

"That boy just got..." He went silenced while watching the instant replay. "POWER BOMBED!"

Suddenly the crowd begins to cheer from the notice of the attack used.

[ In other words you just made all the weapons surrounding you come flying at you and Ryu. ]

[ Nice move...but you'd end up killing yourself and Ryu. DQ and your own death. ]

[[Maybe you should pay more attention to it. I said it was directed at weapons from behind him, not from all around. There wasn't enough energy put into it to suck in all those weapons.]]

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Hmph, so, he wears an armor... that's a... new one.

Ryu's usually fighting opponents not using armors, but this isn't the first time he encountered someone with an armor. Seriously, this will be a great advantage to Damrius... or perhaps... maybe to Ryu. Since Ryu's hands remove themselves after delivering the power bomb, they retreat back towards his chambered positioning upon his right side.

Damrius sends a punch towards Ryu's chest.

"!!!" Spikes!!! He couldn't help but notice the spikes, but he couldn't avoid the m greatly, but then, his face leaves from having the shock appearance. Wide open eyes, gaped mouth, and a slight bead of sweat flowing along his face. As the left fist comes to connect to palm against the right hand, the fingers interacting to stop the fist come going to his chest.

At the same time, Ryu's right hand strikes forward to bring Damrius' hand while the left pulls, the blade touches Ryu's body, but with a yank of Damrius' left hand towards Ryu's left side to have Damrius... cut against his own arm.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" A girl screams at the horrific scene.

"Cover his eyes!" A man exclaims to his wife while she holds her child.

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A vibration occurs from the air surrounding Ryu, the wind protection is continually distorting the electrical impulses -outside- of Ryu.

Damrius' effect of having hand to hand contact with Ryu has for Ryu to suddenly begin to feel weird. His mind, and body, suddenly becoming limp, slowing down.

Ryu's eyes start rolling to the back of his head as he stands up straight into the back of his head, the obsidian locks of hair falling back as if for his entire body begins to fall backwards.

Quote: In his mind, he begins feeling himself lose it. Slowly... slower... piece by piece, digit by digit, the feeling in his body growing more and more weak.

"I can't move!!!" He thought, the instances were moving frequent, but he still had consciousness, but suddenly there was a shout. From a short distance away, but no one else could hear it.

Ryu, is this really all that you got? The words were that of a creature from beyond the standards of the norm. The slowness of his breath has been heard, but with a greater shout, the voice speaks once more. STOP PLAYING, RYU! And wake up!!

"I can't... I'm losing everything... I've lost it all... He's going to win..." Ryu continues talking, it seems years would go by, but this happens in a mere split second of conversation. As it is known, in dreams, time has no place.

You're here to fight, Ryu... Do you want to win?

"I want to win."

Do you want to survive?

"I want... to... survive..."

SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! AND CALL MY NAME! The voice shouts to Ryu,

I WANT TO WIN AND I WILL... SURVIVE!!

Suddenly, Ryu's body stops, slightly staggering as he releases the grip from Damrius then his eyes revert to stare at Damrius in a blank fashion. The glow in his eyes suddenly become more fierce, the struggle in his body to regain control becomes fierce. The electrical surges are suddenly met with the surges of the Eternal Flames stopping the control as his resolve formulates.

"TRUE BLAZE!"

With a shout to his blade, suddenly it floats in the air due to the air manipulation then suddenly fly through the air to meet up with Ryu's right hand. Turning the blade upwards he comes down with a great fierce vertical strike directly towards Damrius' right arm as he begins breathing regaining some of his consciousness.

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Damrius Wrote:

Suddenly Damrius would lurch foreward, his hand wrapping around Versher's face. Damrius would slam into it with enough force that, suprisingly, would slam versher into the ground. Since he was already starting to fall backward, it would make it much easier.

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The hand doesn't reach towards his face, due to the fact that he has captured the blade within the right hand, and thus is coming down at the moment's instance.

But the increasing oceanic hue of his eyes show the determination of his left hand striking in a looping fashion counterclockwise to send Damrius' hand out of the way. The palm was facing towards the right, the left going to the left the hand moving in a slight semi-circle fashion to tap away Damrius' hand away simultaneously with the bringing down of the blade.

The blade, itself, is 3 feet in length. Just because the blade is short, doesn't mean that it's not useful. With such speed, the blade goes to deliver the blow to slice off Damrius' right arm completely off. The blood, coursing like a waterfall due to the major vein and artery in that section of the body would prove to be a display of cruelty.

Ryu regains his stance as his eyes become more focused, and he seems to be all there.

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Damrius Wrote:

But, His sword would stop just shot of reachign Damrius's shoulder. He had used his lighting tocreate a sort of protection form the metal of the blade, not mattering what kind of metal or alloy.

However, Damrius would decide to play defense at this moment. He jumped back---

Not far enough, as Ryu notices the slight non-penetration of his blade to go through the armor. He decided to pull the blade to slice horizontally. Damrius' best choice now was to duck, but in the same instance of the advancement of Ryu's cut, was to cut Damrius' head clean off.

Ryu's irate behavior was due to the fact that he really didn't have any sense of control, due to the usage of the manipulation of the electrical currents in his head. Right now, Ryu feels like he's fighting someone else entirely, and not Damrius.

"So, you want to run away, huh, Genshin?!" He changes again pulling the blade back to slice horizontally at the man's chest, the barrage of attacks continue so he'll be pushing Damrius' into the barbed-wire.

Damrius would indeed duck. The attemtped decapitation was something unextpected. But, the magnetism of his sword still continued, and the charge was still pulled in. However, the horizontal attack was unavoidable for the most part. Damrius was cut across his left arm, just above the tip of his left sholder. It had scraped his armor, but not enough to do much damage to it. HIs left shoulder on the other hand, was going to require some work. Nothing he couldn't deal with in the mean time, but best to reserve it's use.

But, the next strike in this mans insane barrage would be folly, for Damrius would catch his blade with The Vengeful, and then push it away to his left and up, and then with a massive lunge, jump to his right, and be clear from the barrage for now. He pulled in another charge.

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From Ryu's perspective Wrote:

So, Genshin was smart to duck after all, but he met the blade of PAIN directly against True Blaze. Blaze reacts by suddenly becoming swallowed by flames as Ryu's rage grows.

Genshin, the most hated individual by Ryu, is truly a smart one.

"Trying to get away again? I will destroy you once and for all" But at the same time that thought came through, a shout comes out of nowhere. It catches Ryu off guard.

"RYU! RYU! WAKE UP!! THAT ISN'T GENSHIN!! WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUP!"Even though it was faint, it did reach the sensitive ears of this Javanite.

Versher, you hear that? Open your eyes... Ryu stops in his tracks as Damrius sets himself away from Ryu. Ryu's eyes close, keeping his body still as he stabs the three foot jagged edge katana blade into the ground. It sits vertically in front of him, as his right palm rests upon the stub of the hilt.

Slowly, it was coming back to him, he's not in the mountains of Escasia. He's somewhere else... Subtle cheers can be heard. Why am I hearing cheers? Why am I hearing a lot of people? He continues to try to concentrate, but his mind couldn't focus like it wanted to. Then another voice comes in a subtle echoing voice from the blade.

Ryu... it's True Blaze... we're in the Dome... remember? Now, be careful. I can try to hold on to keep your mind set on the battle.

Ryu's head suddenly has for it to tilt directly towards Damrius. Even though the man has gotten further than 10 feet away, that distance was all that's needed. Ryu's arms suddenly chamber upon the left side of his body. The digits surrounded by the Wind Dance prowess continues to swirl.

The friction being created from the air frequently moving becomes static electricity, and it begins coursing through Ryu's body. His eyes open in a matter of a flashing second as he looks directly towards Damrius.

With a coy smirk upon his face, the friction of the electricity flares more the sparking design of the pulsating biceps holding onto a formulating ball of energy. He's suddenly charging something enormous. His feet keeping on the ball to create any form of maneuverability. The weapons, vibrating from the constant motion of electricity... the ground begins to tremble.

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And so the stare down began.

But the situation with Ryu's electricity, was the fact that it didn't originate from the plane of Lighting Element. It originated from the material plane's usage of air and friction. After all, electricity is the transference of electrons. With great friction comes static, and with the subtle discharge. Viola, a electronic discharge in the form of static electricity.

Ryu's charging occurs due to the continuous friction of air surrounding him. The condensing formula of the air increases more in between the palms of his hands. Curling in nature to hold the ball, shows the discharging static electricity sparkling from his chocolate cream colored hands.

His eyes, sparkling in the same sense, show determination of making this blow count. Ryu's body suddenly begin to flicker in the creation of energy within his hands, the growing intent of growling fiercely alerts the crowd to suddenly stand to their feet.

Ryu... better be careful... this attack better hit its mark. With wise words from True Blaze, Ryu suddenly leaps into the air, the wind dance creating a illusion that he's flying. Soaring in the air, he looks to Damrius.

"Hey... Damrius... Wanna see a nice trick?" The energies continue the course as he's still charging.

Damrius Wrote:

Even though the static electricity wasn't from the Plane, it would mean nothing. The plane of lightning was only to help boost his powers. But, before that, his powers were based from the same way that Ryu was pulling them in. And they still were. So he still was at his maximum capacity.

Sure? ---

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Ding! The power charging is complete, and all Ryu had to do was launch right at this moment. Because of the fact the question was merely a ploy to pull out a reaction. A diversion.

The word, 'Sure?' was uttered, and at that moment, simultaneously with the opening of Damrius' lips. Ryu suddenly strikes his hands out forward as he discharges the electricity in a condensed ball of energy. Since the holding of the energy has to be controlled into a ball before sent out, the diversion has done its job.

Denji Hadouken! This attack become send downwards directly towards Damrius in a speed, that's remarkably similar to the speed of a lightning bolt discharge, but at the same time the ball is merely traveling to what appears to be slow, and... backwards? But the motion of this attack is zooming directly towards Damrius to cause a paralysis maneuver to completely paralyze the man for 10 seconds.

After the discharging energy, Ryu falls to the ground landing on one knee as he stares forward at his opponent.

Did it hit? Ironically, he lands directly beside his blade while glaring at the smoke created from the initial attack.

[[ Post 16 ]]

As if Ryu would let Damrius continue on to do any actions after this. The jump alerted Ryu from his descent towards the ground, extending his right hand directly towards True Blaze, the blade flies directly towards Ryu's hand simultaneously when Damrius reaches the boundaries of the arena.

Upon falling to the ground, the Wind Dance begins to pick up elevating his body from touching the ground completely. The clenching of Damrius' fists reminded him of a past endeavor with an opponent, Genshin, who could use abilities upon movement of his appendages.

Ryu's eyes searched the ground as he strikes the blade into it. Releasing the blade, and right when Damrius' attack commences the wind picks up between Ryu and the bolts of lighting. Creating a positive charge directly upon the sword itself. The attack hits upon the blade like a lightning rod as Ryu rolls away from the onslaught of power. Upon looking at himself, looking at the rough exterior of his body. He notices that his opponent is at the wall, thus, won't know what can happen next.

There was an axe directly behind his opponent, Ryu's eyes look at the axe then at his opponent as he strikes his right hand forward open palmed. Ryu's body still shown signs of the electricity, and even the current electricity's damage, but his body's reproducing of electricity counters the surges trying to engulf it itself.

Thusly, it'll save the audience surrounding the arena while Ryu struggles to stand up to his feet as his adrenaline continues to rise.

"Is that all you got?" He grins, his eyes slightly changing to that of a golden brown.

[[ Post 17 ]]

Magnetism or not, it wasn't strong enough for the nature of air. With that said, the nature of the air itself swirl around the axe pulling it out of its holster to strike directly towards Damrius' back.

Reason being, the air manipulation or Wind Dance has disrupted the usage of electricity, and with the lightning rod still in place, the weapon itself would just continually increase and shoot in a downward fashion. Since, after all, lightning bolts move from the earth upwards.

Shooting all the energy upwards, the spiraling energies continue to flare up into the air not having an explosion of any kind due to the distortion of energies. The axe, though, merely falls to hit on the ground as Ryu notices the time on the clock...

Dropping to the ground on one knee, he thought about healing himself for the time being. He smirks to himself as he gives a subtle sigh, "Heh... this wasn't as good as I thought it would be." Ryu continues to give the illusion that he lost all of his energy.

Damrius getting hit by his own energy, doesn't make him completely immune... a body can't hold onto that energy for long, and in knowing that, Ryu continues to have the air distort the area, but then hopefully, it stops the attacks from hitting any innocent audience members.

[ The bars conduct energy, and therefor would spread out and discharge on those touching, or near the dome's structure. ]

"WOOO RYU!!"

Yamri shouted as he leaned fowards, toward the ring...eager to pat his comrade on the back as he exited. The match had gone 'till the time limit...and therefore he did not know the winner, though he still felt that Ryu did very well against an enemy using such dangerous manuvers. He was, as well...eager for his match, his lazy, uncaring appearance at the start of the tournament was all gone...he was amp'd and ready to spill blood.

[ Besidse...electricity is a hard thing to use...since it is impossible to control as it spreads like a web to whatever it can hold on to, and never takes the path specified. Like it has it's own life. ]

[[Just hold your horses. Madi's got a party to go to tomarrow. She's off sleeping. I'll do my best to get the action started for you.]]

((@Yamir: NO. my opponent. Get your own.

As to my fight, I'll TRY to be able to knock it out in a night. During the week, that shouldn't be too big of a deal [Monday of this week= Ideal], so hopefully we'll get it all said and done.))

"This is taking too long. I guess I'll fight next." She entered the battle zone, her powerful stride showing her confidence. She smirked at Yamir. She drew her halberd and spun it around in her hand gracefully. Pointing the weapon at him, Cassandra was ready for her match.

Damrius watched Cassandra carefully. He trusted her, as much as the rest of his team. Win or lose, he didn't care. So long as they did their best.

However, he was going to keep words of encouragement from being vocalized, being as they tended to make people cocky. He didn't even want to risk that.

However, the red coat that was his teams uniform; they hadn't much time to decide; was providing a decent sling for now. His right arm throbbed, the cuts had stopped bleeding, but the overall use of his attacks had drained him. He wa sjust hoping he wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of match. That would be a little extra rude, and bring down morale.

Just do your best... he told himself, even though it was directed towards Cassandra's direction.

Lord Karoshi Wrote:

She lowered her weapon and shook Yamir’s hand. “Best of luck " She then glanced at Damrius and smiled. She was slightly worried about his wounds, but she knew that he would be fine. “Let‘s begin, shall we?"

{1}

With a quick shot grin and a immediate mental note the fight begun without warning and without hesitation to ******** her up.The moment his pale blue eyes noticed her hand moving foward to shake his hand he would open communications with his glove, his weapon, Maleficus.

Release yourself Maleficus!

And with that his glove would no longer be stuck as the purple full-fingered glove that simply made him look like a cheap Michael Jackson look alike. It would be a total weapon, his Zanpuktou would be capable of dealing it's most basic of attacks, his first release, his shikai. And said glove would now be capable of doing magnificent things.

Like...

As she gripped his hand, for it would be illogical for her to notice this change in the gloves attacking capability...seeing as the glove remained as it was physically...the glove would react to Yamir's communication. Maleficus, said glove, would come in to play as the grip intensified as all good and honest handshakes do.

Yamir would imagine, Maleficus would perform. Simple as that.

His glove would stiffen, and form fit to his own hand, making a skin tight weapon of perfection for this. The fingers of the glove stretching fowards and townwards, the now hollow fingertips of the glove forming into claws, much to that ilk of an animals. Hooks, curving back to keep the prey within from getting away. And if they pulled away it would only rip the hand further, rendering it useless more than likely.

Now in this vice of sorts he'd yank her to his right, pulling the hand along and revealing her back to him. His left hand open palm striking her elbow and pushing it fowards as his right hand pulled her forearm back.

A loud snap would hopefully sound as this motion was intended to break her elbow joint.

Looking towards the center of the dome, then back towards Yamir and his opponent, he couldn't help but think that he should move the blade out of the way, exiting from the Dome he meets up with Trei as he holds onto both of his blades. They were gathered rather quickly, and since in knowing that the weapons on the dome would be available to the opponents, he just waits to see what'll occur.

He looks directly towards Trei then cracks his neck as he closes his eyes listening to the match. Suddenly, images of the people inside the dome come into clear view due to the vibration of air moving around inside of it. He begins the subtle meditation observing the entire match.

His torn pants shows some splattered blood. He gives a nod to Trei, not really in the mood to talk.

Cassandra was expecting Yamir to attack when they shook hands. The second he pierced his claw through her hand, she launched a powerful sonic blast throughout his arm. She was careful to only used enough force to break his arm. Because he was touching her, the sonic blast could travel through out his arm with almost no way of him dodging it, which she was counting on since the beginning. She then grabbed his wrist that was still attached to her and ripped his hand off. She knew if she where to take the claw out she would leave herself open, but she had little choice. She quickly backed off while pulling the claw out the opposite way so that it wouldn’t do any more damage than it already did.

[Post 1]

"Good luck Cassandra." Madison smiled lightly at her own words and turned to her captain. He did his best and that's all that matters, quickly she ran towards him and began to check over his shoulder.

She may not have had any medical experiences but she had to make sure he was alright.

"Well...you're...in pain judging by your face...and...Most definately you hurt something!" She nodded lightly as she countinued to look over it like a trained medical doctor. But her team mates knew that was definately a lie.

"I think the judge gets a say." She nodded in response and then turned her attention back to the fight. He was right, time was running short and the secound match had just begun.

"What do we have here?" Acacia had come across a strange dome in her wanderings, after the fight with Deo she had started walking to cool down and hadn't stopped yet but now she was tired and this seemed like as good a place as any to sit and rest, there seemed to be something interesting going on aswell. She wandered around the outside of the dome keeping about 10 feet of distance between it and herself, finally she spotted a little stand selling HOH Merchandise and programs along with things like popcorn and skittles.

"Ohh I see..." and thus, she bought some popcorn and found herself the softest piece of concrete possible to sit on.

Madison quickly soon noticed a familiar face within the stands, which caused a rather huge grin to be placed upon her face. Quickly she began to wave in the direction of the stands to the girl eating popcorn.

"HI Acacia!" She knew that she probably couldn't hear her from the distance that she was at, but she could atleast hope.

Lord Karoshi Wrote:

Cassandra was expecting Yamir to attack when they shook hands. The second he pierced his claw through her hand, she launched a powerful sonic blast throughout his arm. She was careful to only used enough force to break his arm. Because he was touching her, the sonic blast could travel through out his arm with almost no way of him dodging it, which she was counting on since the beginning. She then grabbed his wrist that was still attached to her and ripped his hand off. She knew if she where to take the claw out she would leave herself open, but she had little choice. She quickly backed off while pulling the claw out the opposite way so that it wouldn’t do any more damage than it already did.

[Post 1]

It would be illogical for her to grab his wrist, considering her right hand would more than likely. Malecifus was in tune with how her body worked, having no eyes, no ears, or sense of smell, and definetly no sense of taste. So in that case it only had the ability to sense a spiritual presence, fluxes in said presence, and able to feel out was was going on in whatever it was attached to. So seeing as it was penetrating into Cassandra's arm, just under the wrist, it would sense the vibrations of this sonic blast coming forth along to attack Yamir. And within an instant, using it's instincts and wisdom to attack without warning Yamir first. As that would take too long, and by the time he reacted Yamir would have a broken arm.

So in response to the increasing vibrations that were coming, the glove and the claws that stretched forth, originating from the fingertips, would react. The four claws from the index finger tot he pinky, also a portion outside of it would connect at the base where it was not penetrating into her arm, and slide down quickly. This other portion would be as wide as the rest of her wrists girth. The wall that was now coming down upon her arm would sharpen at the bottom, making a guillotine out of the mobile sections, working now to slice the rest of her wrist. If she did not do something about this her hand would more than likely be severed clean off. As it fell through the rest of her wrist it would continue down to form the shape of a single purple katar.

Now Yamir would jump back a few yards, separating himself from this woman.

[ 2 ]

"Y-you're fighting in HOH? That's crazy!" She seemed so calm for someone in such a dangerous position, HOH wasn't just any old brawlers tournament competitors were critically injured, she had heard about last years tournament. Before she could relay to Madi just how crazy it was though she was asked a question.

"M-me? I uhh I just.. Just sort of wandered in I guess." Her ears fidgeted while she answered the question ending in a shy sort of sad backwards position.

He looks inside the cage, apparently, Yamir has it under control. But time grew of the essence.

He looks at his blades strapping them back upon his back in their crossed sheathes. Ryu's eyes go into their dull obsidian coloration to show no signs of emotion.

Trei yawns and falls backwards, dropping so that he's lying flat on his back with his eyes turned towards the heavens. The two in the cage were on a roll... now, all he can do is wait.

Next time, I'm going first.

He tilts his head upwards looking towards the other two across from the cage.

"Hey, Trei... is it me, or is your opponent speaking with a Spectator?" He points, "I think she doesn't care about the match at all."

At that moment, Madison's ears raised towards the speech on which Ryu's conversation was taking place. She didn't say much, but merely eye rolled at him and turned back to Acacia and smiled quickly.

"I must run, you know how it is. It was nice to see you." She soon began to wander back to where the rest of the team was. She soon turned back to the cage, she sighed as she looked at the cage.

"Cassandra! Play fairly!" Called the rabbit as she plopped a spot beside Damrius and looked at him.

"Sorry...I hadn't seen her in awhile" apologized the rabbit as she looked back at the arena and countinued to watch Cassandra's moves along with Yamir's.

Lord Karoshi Wrote:

There wasn't much Cassandra could do about her hand, but retribution was well on its way. She went to kick Yamir in the groin before the deed was finished. Considering the fact that she had clawed talons and her limbs vibrated so rapidly that you could hardly see it, this would be very painful. In fact, sterility and castration could end as a result.

Cassandra may lose her hand, but Yamir would lose his manhood.

[Post 2]

Yamir's eyes, however she may have thought them to be aware of...she miscalculated. His eyes did not watch the removal of her hand. They did not watch her eyes, they watched her core. The abs, the hips, and with a slightly unfocused gaze he was wary of the arms and the legs. So he was aware of the motion of her leg, and was already aware of the fact that she had more blades than one could count. Afraid of coming into contact with her talons he would also notice her get herself into an awkward position as she reached her left arm across to grab onto his wrist, lost her right hand, and tried to kick him in the nads with an unspecified leg.

Therefore in an attempt to save his balls he would aim his left arm downwards with an open palm. Swirling winds accumulating in the center of the palm and forming a compressed ball of high energy winds. The compressed ball of air of bowling ball size was now sent with explosive force at the ground and the round ball of air would explode liker a paintball. It sent turbulent and powerful winds all around the vicinity. Covering an area approximately 20 feet wide before dissapating into harmless winds. With expert control and skill he did this, many years of working with his craft granted him the ability to do this in the time it took her to lift her leg at his lower body.

This explosion of torrential winds would send the two opponents flying away from each other harmlessly, creating distance, and allowing Yami to keep his balls.

[ Sorry, i'm having internet issues.]

[ 3 ]

Acacia sighed and watched her friend go she was genuinely concerned, then she glared over in the direction of the guy who had made the comment which promted Madi to leave her, he was a loud talker.

Trei responds with a simple "huh," turning his head once more to his opponent (and, at the same time, taking in the girl she was talking to.) Questions, questions, everywhere; and not the time to ask.

"Ryu; when you manifest an aura, does it start outside your body or in?"

Trei_Shouri Wrote:

Trei responds with a simple "huh," turning his head once more to his opponent (and, at the same time, taking in the girl she was talking to.) Questions, questions, everywhere; and not the time to ask.

"Ryu; when you manifest an aura, does it start outside your body or in?"

He chuckles a bit while noticing the Spectator's reaction. His ears tilt directly towards Trei then he raises a brow, "Well, it depends on what type of energy you're using. If you're using inner spiritual energy such as chi or chakra, it comes from the inside going out, thus the aura is shaped almost like a flame. But if you're using outside elements as a power source, it'll be the opposite.

Unless you're talking about me... it occurs so many different ways, I forgot how many ways it can be."

"When you use your own spirit, and your own physical being... yes, it's yours. Otherwise... it comes from some where else. Unless that element lives inside of you, then... it's your own."

He looks to the match while he yawns softly. The aura sight alerting him of Trei's alteration, "Heh, that seems to be your own, but altered..."

Trei_Shouri Wrote:

((Not altered; remember, this Trei is different from the one you fought. Much lower levelled... this is how his aura was originally.))

Trei shakes his head.

"I don't know... whenever I turn it on or whatever, it always does like that; swirls in around me. At the same time, it's not any element I've ever seen... its not hot or cold, it's not shocking or windy. It just... is." With a bemused grin, the young man dispels the aura around his arm and returns to cloud watching. "I wonder what they're made of..."

[[ Yeah, I know, but he still remembers the other version. ]]

"Maybe it's your blood..." He looks to the arena, his hands crackling together as he continues the healing process, even though it's merely a reinstating his entire body system.

Trei frowns at his team captain's words; the thought is disturbing, but something in the back of his mind says that the analysis doesn't ring true. Unfortunately, Trei isn't in the position to make an analysis of his own, ya?

So, rather than worry about it, Trei turns his attention back to the matter at hand. He'd gotten one answer; the rest would come as time goes on. Until they did, he might as well accept it in good faith...

((@Dark: Will post time skip tomorrow, so that we can hurry and get our round out of the way before the cutoff.))

~Back at the Stadium~

At first, everything was running smoothly; the stadium's new hi-def cameras were portraying all of the fights with crystal-clear quality, and the folks at home were definitely getting their money's worth.

Then... the screens in row 12 go black.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED OVER THERE!?" Smythe, the shift leader currently running the show, is not happy at the situation; that, and he's just a grumpy old b*****d to begin with. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY F@$#ING CAMERAS?!"

Now, the crew does not get paid nearly enough to deal with an angry middle-aged, combover wielding turd. Soooo... they scurry like a flock of ants, trying to get things fixed so that he'll shut up and they can get on with their lives.

Unfortunately, the problem isn't a simple one to fix...

"Um...sir?" Poor Jahnsen... he drew the short straw. Now HE gets to deal directly with the giant ball of fecal matter that's about to roll downhill... "There was a malfunction in the area. it seems the tower was blown off the camera crew's van, so now we have to get a new one in there..."

Smythe's response is beautiful; his bloated face assumes the royal colour of a ripe tomatoe, and he unleashes a dazzling torrent of language filled with every foul word known to mankind (and a few previously known only to monkeys.) Somehow, through all of this, the crew manages to actually figure out his orders, and they set about getting things going again...

~20 minutes later~

The Leviathan camera chopper that flies in comes just in time; Yamir and Cassandra have left the stage, and two new fighters are making their way to the ring. Also, the camera crew that had been there before had managed to capture the whole match on film... so, the fans would still get what they paid for.

Trei, for his part, has no knowledge of the technical problems that had ocurred. All he cares about is that it's his turn to fight. In a state of awe and uber-adrenalated hyperness, the young man strides to the middle of the ring, his eye moving at unbelievable speed to take in the full array of weapons and dangers that face him. He's getting a barbed-wire cage match... how cool is that?

After a moment, he finally manages to regain himself enough to turn and shoot a roguish grin at the rabbit girl who is to be his opponent.

"Well... doubt you want to shake hands after that last match, but might as well extend the offer anyway..." As the young man extends his right hand, his good eye literally flares (the iris flickers with iridescent light) with anticipation of the fun to come. "As I said, the name's Trei... let's have a blast, ya?"

Trei sighs as the rabbit girl begins dashing around the perimiter of the cage... just like the others, she was going right for the win without even trying to have fun with it. At least part of his questions about her physiology are answered... her leg strength seems to be pretty proportional.

Trei's in too good of a mood to let things end like that, though... as the first of the knives comes flying in, he in turn dodges... now, he's pretty agile and limber, but no way he can dodge all of them. A few only rip the cloth of his shirt or jeans, a couple graze his skin, and two of them even leave pretty deep gouges. However, he IS able to keep up with her movements to a degree, simply because her "orbit" is far wider than his axis of rotation, so he can move alot less to keep up.

Her speed continues to increase, which is impressive... however, she'll suddenly find a road block in her path. Without giving too much of a sign, Trei has manipulated his powers to create a barrier of energy (normally iridescent, but in this case almost completely invisible) directly in her path, about four yards in front of her (a distance she'll probably close pretty damn quickly.)

[Vit -2]

[Total vit remaining: 28]

Edit: post 1

Additional info: "Wall" is about 6'X3'

Ryu continues to observe the battle, he blinks a bit noticing the speed of Trei's opponent. She's beginning to move like a cheetah.

That made him think about Chester Cheetah... "Man... I want some Cheetos." Luckily, a food carrier had cheetos, "I'd like one here!" Ryu merely asks, as the man sends a bag to him. Ryu sends back his money then begins devouring the Cheetos snack.

Lord Karoshi Wrote:

(Cassandra attempted to rip off Yamin's hand with her talon with the same hand she was shaking with, Her other hand was holding her Ji, so there was no possible way of her to use it. She never used her left hand.)

The second the ball of wind was generated, Cassandra nullified it with a sonic blast. Cassandra then put her leg down while sinking her talons on her hand into his wrist and ripped off his hand while vibrating her claw at supersonic speeds. Cassandra, not knowing he can sense every movement he makes, took her Ji and attempted to stab him in the lower abdomen in order to get him to back off.

As it was a mere observational flaw, seeing the left arm moving while it was not, it did not matter at all. Since he neither reacted towards that thought, or tried to prevent it from happening.

Therefore, with her own thoughts that there were in fact two compressed balls of wind was also an observational flaw. There was only one of them that was sent to the ground and left to hit, seeing as she only attempted to attack a second, non-existent one. Therefore she would have 0 time to lift her leg high enough and twist it about enough to help him remove her hand, and at the same remove his own.

With the explosion of the first and only ball of wind the two opponents were sent backwards, away from each other with quite some explosive force. A small crater was formed from the explosion of the bowling sized ball of wind, and dust and debris would cloud Yamir's view when he landed. Which he did so of course approximately fifteen to twenty something feet from the source of the potent wind ball exploded. On his feet as he was still moving backwards he put the gloved right hand down, digging the blade of the crudely fashioned katar into the ground to give himself enough drag as to not keep sliding, and crash violently into the wall.

As he stopped a good three feet from the barbed walls of the THUNDERDOME he gave the wall a quick glance to see if there were any useful disposable weapons lined up behind himself. His pale blue eyes widened with glee as he found a couple of javelins directly behind himself. So with a step beck and a quick turn for retrieval he'd snatch them off the wall and face the clearing dust as he awaited the opponent to make her next move. Hoping that indeed her severed hand would prove as a useful advantage to himself in this battle.

[ 4 ]

3

Madison's counter is a good one, but her counterATTACK isn't exactly viable. You see, Trei was kicking towards the center of Madison's chest, in a straight line. Madison, in turn, is basebal sliding... also in a straight line. That means, before her blades even enter the vicinity of Trei's left thigh, her foot collides with Trei's support leg at whatever speed she's moving at.

Couple this with Trei's own full-force kick in the opposite direction, and what do you get? Starfox fans rejoice, its a barrel roll! The impact of the girl's foot with his own ankle is just the tilt needed for his lunging kick to send him flying... he lands a few feet away, rolls a couple of times, then manages to regain his footing (although he does sway, just a little.)

"Wow..." with a grin, the young man resumes his stance; his entire body remains loose and calm, and he shifts so that he looks like a very lazy boxer; his right leg in front, his left behind, and his hands held up in a swaying boxer's guard. If he could actually feel it, his ankle would probably be throbbing... but for now, it's just a vague knowledge of the impact.

As he awaits her next attack, he resumes his train of thought.

"So, then, would you be willing to bet on the outcome of our fight?"

4

"Not what I..." Oi... the speed thing again. Like a soccer player, her head would probably be leaned a little bit ahead of the rest of her body, and she was charging head on. "...meant..."

Again, the best way to deal with speed is with an immovable object. However, there's no chance she'd be dumb enough to fall for the old "invisible wall" again...

So, Trei does the next best thing. As she reaches the halfway point of the distance between them, Trei simply reaches back and grabs a Jo-style staff from the barbed-wire wall, spinning it around and gripping it more like a sword than a staff. As she reaches the three quarter point, he moves forward while bringing the "blade" back. Then, just as the distance between them is just outside of kicking range, he strikes with a powerful two-handed lunge, the round tip of the staff aimed for the girl's wide-open Solar Plexus. Since his arms are about 3' long, and the Jo staff is about the same, he has a definite range advantage over her kick. And, since he's moving towards her, the speed of impact is amplified, enough so that the hit will actually force him to slide back several feet if it connects...

5

As she falls back and Trei slides back, the young man pulls the staff back as well, dancing backward a bit as the blade swings around in a downward-tilted grip in his right hand. While it may look casual and joker-ish, this "dance" is more than it seems... it shifts his body yet again, so that the hand holding his makeshift "blade" is closer than his unarmed one...

"Alright; how 'bout, if I win, you let me treat you and your friend over there to dinner. Nothing serious; I'd just like an evening with someone who doesn't

A) think I'm a nutjob for fighting, and

B) doesn't have a p***s." With a grin, Trei brings the staff around with an upward whipping motion of his arm, aiming to deflect the sais harmlessly up and above his head. "And if you win...?"

Her move was deflective once more as they were caught within the pole. She thought for a moment on what could she could get out of the opposing team, naturally at first her mind went completely childish but then she recieved a rather wonderful idea, well she thought it was wonderful. As she turned her head to his face, she soon realized how close she was to his face as well.

"If we win...you owe my team a round of drinks." She grinned slightly and then swung one of her legs as a cross kick as she moved downwards from the standing position. This would cause Trei's legs to act as dominoes and cause him to fall downtowards the ground once more, thus her foot would pin him down.

"Deal?"

[Post 6]

6

Not even a second after the word "drinks" has passed through her lips, Trei has moved. The staff is locked by her Sais... but Trei's left hand is free. In a blur, the hand hurtles through the air, while at the same time the iridescent wisps that form Trei's aura sworl in around the pair. With her hands up in the air like that, and her eyes locked to his, her stomach is once again completely open...

But Trei will stop just short of striking... however, if she looks down, she will be able to see a ball of iridescent light, about the size of a softball, hovering centimeters above Trei's palm, and millimiters away from her stomach. If he were to strike, the ball would hit her with the force of a concussive grenade... and no one's trying to deal with that.

"Deal."

If she moved down as originally intended, the ball would end up facing her chest, throat, or face...

7

As the girl twirls away, Trei dispels the aural energy in his hand... While it would've made the win come quicker, the young man is glad that she doesn't fall for scare tactics.

He's not going to let her get away that easy, though... as she moves away, he casts the staff and the attached blades aside and gives chase, coming into grappling range the moment she turns to throw her new daggers. As it is, he drops low beneath the sais and then comes up again, aiming to lodge his shoulder in her stomach while pulling her legs out from underneath her. This would cause her to land on HER back, probably with another nasty little bump to her head...

If she does fall, Trei will move back into an upright stance much like the boxer-ish stance from before...

CRACK!

The sound of her head hitting the cement caused many of the members of the audience to break out into classic oohs, for that hit sounded just as painful as it actually was. Many would believe that her head was taking a real beating, which would result in a possible concusion. She remained on the ground still for a few more secounds. Was she unconcious? Had Trei really won at that point in time.

As the crowd waited in suspense to see the reaction, Madison performed an amazing stunt. Slowly she rose back up from the ground and sat on the ground looking at Trei. She seemed to be thinking rather than attacking. She didn't move, but smile at her opponent. As she lifted her hand up towards him, her sais glowed brightly once more.

Soon she was back onto her feet, aching, sore, and not in the condition to continue. But however, Madison did not desire to let herself to be the underdog. She quickly begant to run towards the direction as her sais and swooped them up into her arms. Once both sais seemed to be in place in her hands, a small breeze began to pick up within the dome. Even though wind was not at all possible in the dome for there was no way for it to enter.

With a few more circlaur movements of her sais within her fingers, the wind countinued to pick up. Wearing a large grin, Madison began to move towards him at the original charging pace that she had before. It was close to a normal walking pace, but it wasn't at all. With every step it seemed that the wind countinued to grow stronger and stronger. Her attack consisted of attempting to have the sais entering a part of his body. It didn't seem to have much of a target, just him. However, out of each sai a whirlwind seemed to escape both of them like spears. This was Madison's Wind tunnel that had the ability to be summoned from her sais.

If the blade where to hit him, the air would flow into his blood stream and cause him to pass out. But if it missed, the wind would still cause Trei to go flying backwards a fair amount of distance, possibly even into the barbed wire. Either or would do quite a fair amount of damage.

[Post 8]

It's interesting, while he's observing, he couldn't help but think about some food he wanted to eat. Maybe after the round, he could do so.

His eyes stay upon the match, then he grabs another bag of Cheetos. He starts munching away, feeling the film come onto his fingers then sucking them off one by one.

Madison struggled a bit from beneathe his foot as she was pinned to the ground, she couldn't seem to move from her position. She couldn't reach her sais, nor any way to get him off. She attempted to grip his ankle to force him off, there was no movement what so ever.

Since his attention was towards her face he was unaware of her body. His foot was firmly placed against her throat, it left a rather fragile area, his groin. The only way that Trei would be able to see this attack would be if he was performing the splits. She lightly lifted her lower part of her body foreward slightly, just enough to have her foot being able to reach the general area. Her leg made a swift movement towards the tender area. Madison's legs were rather strong than most people would expect, there were two elements that allowed that. The genetics of the rabbit which flowed through her veins, and the fact that her boots gave her more of a dangerous hit. Also the ability to move herself in rather strange positions allowed this move to work out rather well.

It would either hit his groin or his pelvis bone, which would leave him a rather lovely bruise. If Trei was unable to see what was going on in the lower regions, he would be in rather alot of pain and on the ground in partial (or even) tears. However if he managed to see this attack, if not she would definately have the ability to get back up. No matter what the odds where, Trei would not be a happy camper.

[Post 9- Editted Once More...Description And Pain Purposes >=E]

((Dinner... be back in a bit.))

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He tilts his head noticing the maneuver to avoid the kick to the groin, "Good job." He laughs slightly then looks around at the arena...

What'll happen now?

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Trei hits with his arms, he doesn't cringe. As soon as he bounces off the wall, he turns around so that he's facing his opponent head on. As she charges, only one word passes through his lips...

"Fine."

With that, the wisps of the young man's aura go crazy, the serene vortex becoming a hellstorm. She picks up her sais... and Trei nips up, landing on his feet as she straightens. Her blade arcs forward, but he doesn't care... he simply tilts his body, thrusting his right hand forward, palm flat out, as the blade grazes his stomach. His palm's target? Her face... and it's bringing a friend. He doesn't want to use any Explosive force... but barrier force, on the other hand, can be just as nasty if used offensively. An impassible force, about 1.5x the size of his Trei's open palm, is hurtling at about 35 mph straight at the rabbit girl's face. If she were to look into his eye now, she'd see a mixture of sadness and determination.

Damn.. I thought I felt a kindred spirit, but maybe I was wrong...

Madison didn't quite expect this, and moved her body back to lessen the foce, but still managed to take the hit to the face. She could feel that her nose was infact probably more so shattered at this point in time than anything, it definately hurt more so than expected. But at this rate, Madison did not have time to take in the pain as she should. Due to the hit it caused her to fall backwards onto the cement once more, but this time rather there was a small twist to her moves.

With both feet she kicked her opponent back against the wall. Hopefully she intended to keep him there. The first leg would have naturally sent him back to the barbed wire, while the other leg would infact cause enough force to dent the cage and shattering every bone that also hit the cage. She intended him to stayu where he was.

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Oh noes! Madi might be in trouble! Acacia bit her fingernail in anticipation of what might be the end of the match for her friend.

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Here's the kicker... Trei was going for an angled kick, not the potentially fatal stomp that the momentarily blinded Madison thought. Because of the angle (and the corresponding landing,) her sai attack passes harmlessly over the young man's body...

And the bell signifying the Match's end rings... time is up, and the fights are done.

Wordlessly, Trei rolls to his feet and walks away, taking a moment to flick blood from his gashed up fingers. As he passes through the door, he slams his fist against it with all of his might, opening up great rifts across his knuckles. She was good; but something about the fight was just... disappointing.

Victory means nothing... the fight is everything...

Well, the last of the judging is done, and the scores are in and averaged out. Obviously there is going to be a lot of bitching, but its only expected when testosterone is flaring up in unbelievable levels.

Points are awarded in 4 categories, each part is worth 5 points. On a rating scale of 1-5 for each category.

1. Did they break any rules?

1. How long did it take them to post?

1. Were they creative?

1. Could you tell what they were doing? Also being were they able to describe their moves clearly?

So winning is not about beating the living crap out of someone, but rather RPing as a whole. Though of course, winning a round does provide bonus points, and contrary to that, arguements result in deduction of points.

The THUNDERDOME, b***h

• Team Wanderers - 14.92

• Team Inazuma - 13.75