Abandoned Missile Silo

The florescent lights of the structure lit up, buzzing that electronic hum you could only find in a building that was dead silent. The air vents opened, allowing air circulation through the controlled environment's interior. The deceptively clean building, with its perfect white walls would once again have people step foot in it, known through the underground network by one name; BLOODBATH.

For the first time ever, this field would be home to a televised event as security cameras blinked on, relaying the footage to the outside world.

Thalia raised a hand to cover her eyes from the flashing cameras of the paparazzi. Now she realized why her father got so annoyed with them. Thalia would push herself up from the GT to stand next to Jack. Oh this would be a field day for the press and the paparazzi. The daughter of one of the members of Team Slap-A-Hoe arriving at the fight between Team Pathways and Team Nephilim with the team captain of Team Pathways.

She would slip her arm through his as she turned her head away from the cameras. She wanted nothing more then to get out of the line of lights and flash bulbs.

"Jack can we get away from the cameras please?"

He could tell that all the attention was bothering the normally shy young girl. She wanted nothing more then to get away from all the press and the cameras, before they started asking questions.

Thalia was happy to be lead away from the cameras and the lights. She stepped inside before him and was thankful when it all went quiet. She would head downstairs with him, her arms once again linked in his. She took a deep breath and could smell the faint scent of dried blood.

At his question, she would feign being hurt by it. Leaning against his arm, she just hugged him a little. This is where she wanted to be. She was happy to be here with him and to give him her support.

"My dad would just make me stay back at the hotel. Do you not want me here?"

She would look up at him and pout a little, batting her crystal blues softly. She had already figured out that he was a sucker for her looks and she would use them to her full extent.

~The Journey~

The harsh desert wind whipped sand about in Dante's past as he trudged forward with the 2nd round of the HoH in his path. The first round had been a success by some standards, but Tenma had still felt very disappointed in how it all unfolded. Tenma seemed different. Draped over his upper body was a dark black cloak that concealed most of his physical features. He was determined this time to prove to himself and to others that he was capable of more than what had previously been shown. Dante had already been outside of the hotel when he received the message on his FIGHTER. He would take his long and solemn journey to the Missile Silo with a good deal on his mind.

Tenma was only about 400 yards away when he realized how close he actually was. The small building that was used to enter the silo sat promptly on the horizon with a small crowd of what seemed like military personnel and media. Once again, Dante would keep the media shut out from his mind.Keeping his mind on the fight at hand, he would trudge forward. It wasn't long before he was passing through the small crowd and directed by a man in full uniform to enter the silo through a single door on the small building. As he moved to the door he noticed the other two people who had arrived. The enemy perhaps. Taking little note of it, he would carry on into the silo. Upon entering he would find the room to be the remnants of a past security section. Dusty desks and outdated metal detectors were placed strategically about the room from the past where traffic was directed for those who were entering the facility. Now, there was merely a man who pointed passed the metal scanners to a set of stairs that went down. And so Dante would continue his path. The silence of the place could be a tad bit erie to some; however, Tenma enjoyed it. He eyed the few camera's positioned high upon the white walls and ceilings. It was hard to believe that such a popular, televised event was being hosted in a place that seemed so...dead. Dante reached his final destination in the small fighting arena in no time. The BLOODBATH. Such a proper name for a place where battle was about to take place.

And so the second round was upon them, Team Nephilim's second trial to raise to heaven or fall to hell!

Just behind Jack and the Ford, Callista pulled up in the passenger seat of a gleaming white Corvette Stingray, '69. She'd arrive in nothing less, playing the part of a celebrity. She pulled off a pair of sunglasses, only to be blinded by the flashes of the paparazzi camera's. The driver, who was a man that was part of the staff at the hotel, got out, and opened her door. She stepped out, grabbing a long scythe from the back, and emerged into the crowd, adjusting her long, ebony coat.

"Who will you be facing first?"

"How do you feel about your win? Are you more confident about this match?"

"Are you planning on using the same sexual tactics in this match, Mrs. Tenma?"

"How does Dante feel about your overly flirtatious nature? Does it cause problems with the team, and more importantly, your marriage?"

Callista growled and pushed the last news reporter violently away from her.

"Enough silly questions, you're in my way."

Cries of foul from the press broke out, and accusations of being a diva were thrown. Callista simply frowned and forced her way into the abandoned silo, taking a quick glance at the opposing team member that had arrived, along with his guest.

Stepping into the small room called the "BLOODBATH", Callista took a look at her FIGHTER. Yup. BLOODBATH -- Nephilim vs Pathways. This had better be more interesting then her last match.

The red headed woman leaned her scythe against a wall, and took off her long jacket, unveiling a barely there outfit that would most likely catch the eyes of the men sitting in front of their TVs. It consisted of a very low cut, sleeveless pinstripe vest. Underneath, she wore a lacy, scarlet bra to hide her precious goodies. Next was the black, work out bottoms that resembled too much like boy shorts. They were made of a light material that allowed Callista maximum movement (more due to the LACK of material). It breathed easily so the demoness liked. To finish her outfit off, she adorned knee high, leather boots and leather gauntlets. They weren't that cheesy, glossy, party type leather. They were made of thick, greased, scarred up cow-hide.

The woman stretched, and yawned, before catching Dante's figure in the corner of her eye, and waving to him with a smile.

"Not sure. The opponents apparantly use magic alot so in this place they will be at a disadvantage."

Xerion says then looks at the female opponent. She was that one that was doing sexual-like moves. That might be a problem for Jack if he was going to fight her.

BEEP!

FIGHTER Status:

-V.S Team Nephilim.

-Missile Silo

-BLOODBATH

Asherah arrived at the silo with a headache. She never liked small places, or not being able to use her magic. Her eyes peered up at the HoH security as she neared the door. Lifting up her hand, she gave them her whip hesitantly, leaving only her two Sais attached to her hips. As the door opened, she walked in whilst letting out a sigh of despair. Her long ears lowered.

"Fuuuuuccckkk."

Looking over her shoulder, she noticed a long staircase going down, deeper into the silo. And thus, she began her decent. Going down she noticed a noticeable pattering behind her. She'd stop, it would stop. Asherah's ears pinned down against her head, how annoying.

"Are you a reporter?"

"SURPRIZE!" Screamed the little reporter, his high pitched voice vibrating off the walls and piercing Asherah's eardrums. FLASH FLASH!!!

Blind and deaf, Asherah's eye twitched from the sudden flashes of light. But she continued her way down to the very bottom. The flashes persisted. 'Take it easy Ash... SLOOWWWWW DOWWNNN.' She thought to herself. And finally she reached the bottom. With another sigh, she leaned up against the cold stone wall and waited.

She wasn't wearing much, just the same has her fight before. Black leather bikini, and low ridding bottoms to match. She had her sharp stilettos, and her metal bracers adorning her wrists.

She didn't say much at all.

Infact, she said nothing.

"Sure," she said gently, "if that's what you want. You're the captain after all."

Her voice was uncharacteristically soft as she spoke to Jack. Usually wasn't like that with her. Asherah lifted her hand and tucked a few strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sorry we didn't win last round Jack." She whispered. "It feels like it's my fault..."

With that, she fell silent again.

With a smile, Asherah gave Jack a small friendly kiss on the forehead, and would then plop down to the ground with a little meep. She readjusted her bracers and looked about the room to see the other two people.

"Which one are you going to fight Jack? I'm partial to the man...What's his name. Dante? If you please."

Asherah huffed out and twitched her ears a bit. If she had a tail, it would be flicking about fickley. Raising her paw hand, she waved gently at the woman known as Callista. It was nice to see another woman.

Beep beep beep

Azel looked at his FIGHTER to see the message sent to him by his opponent. He could only smile. It was an interesting proposition, and he would gladly accept it. He saw The silo and he rushed toward it, already late as it was. Upon entering, he heard chatter amongst the teams. So they had won their first round. He was grateful for that. His muscles were aching with tension. He saw Dante and Callista ahead of him and he ran over to them, smiling.

"Sorry I'm late."

He looked to his opponents next. He recognized one of them. So, Team Pathways was their opponent. Good, this fight should prove to be more interesting then the last. But, he felt odd. Like this arena was sapping him of his power to harness his spiritual energy. Did this mean that no powers were allowed? If so, he would not be too bothered. After all, he really didn't use powers that often. Let the fighting, begin.

Callista smiled at Azel, as he finally joined the team, completing Nephilim. And then, as she reassumed her position, she caught sight of the woman known as Asherah, from the opposing team.

"I'm partial to the man...What's his name. Dante?" is what she had said.

Oh no.

Standing to her full, pathetic, 5'3" height, Callista approached Asherah with a look of death burning in her ruby eyes. She was silent for a second, lips pursed, brows creased together, before she spoke.

"Callista Tenma. Dante's wife," she introduced, enunciating on wife quite strongly. She's mine.... I don't care what anyone else says... She's mine.

Dante's stern impression seemed to be plastered to his face. He continuously observed all of the fighters as they arrived and made small talk. There were two things that perked his interest in their speech. The first was the act of the unaware. Dante grinned from beneath his hood as he heard the man claim advantage. That mentality will do nothing but have you surprised. Dante was more than sure that his team could hold their own in melee combat. His grin quickly turned back to a monotone expression as he turned to see Azel make his entrance. He nodded briefly to acknowledge him before turning back towards the other team. The second thing that had perked his interest was what the woman had declared to her captain. Partial ? He was quite frankly surprised at what she had said. He was also fairly curious as to why she was partial to him. Maybe an admirer of his work ? Dante was a fairly suave and flirtatious man, well known for stealing hearts..But that was more in his past. Maybe they had met before. This frightened Dante slightly. One, not only would Callista be pissed, but Two, this woman could want revenge for whatever damage Dante may have done physically or emotionally. If that was the case, this would be an interesting match.

Dante quickly shrugged off the curiosity as he saw Callista step forward. So the two women would do battle. Heh, he smiled as he thought of the possibilities. Dante would raise a hand to his forehead to draw back the hood of his cloak to reveal the handsome features of his face. His long red locks of hair cascaded down in his face as he nodded his head downwards a bit. " It's upon us," he mumbled lightly. When he arose once more to face the fighters his voice would ring out in it's usual soft tone and sharp tongue. Such a combination could be bone chilling to some and tantilizing to others.

" Let the second round begin!

Callista VS. Asherah "

With that being said, Dante would motion towards a door opposite to the one they had all entered through. He would lead Azel and most likely any of the other team's fighters up a set of stairs to the glass platform above the fighting specified area. He smiled softly as he looked down on his lover. Make me proud, babe.

So, the round was going to begin now. Putting his hand on Asherah's shoulder Jack moved from the wall and headed upstairs where there was the bullet proof glass. Standing on the glass Jack looked down at Asherah and Calista. He wanted to get past this round so hard to fight all the teams he wanted to fight. But he would need to have his team do the best they can do, no matter what happens Jack would be trying his best.

Looking over at Thalia he smiled and moved over to her. Wrapping his arm around her waist he continued to look down at the fighting arena. They fought on a grate in the lowest part of the missile silo. Through the Grate Jack could see the blood that had fallen over the many battles. He wondered what would happen, would Asherah bleed and add to that pool or would she come up victorious? Jack hadn't seen much of Calista so didn't know what to expect at all.

It was at that time that Jacks FIGHTER went off telling him a message had arrived. The preparation for his fight was all ready, his fight will add to the BLOODBATH no matter what happens. There will be blood in this Bloodsport.

"That's good to here."

Jack replied before releasing her waist and crouching down on the see through glass. Looking down at Asherah he wondered if she would do well or not. He hoped for the best.

Thalia backed away just a little as Jack released her. She bit her lip as thoughts started to drift through her head. Maybe it was not a good idea that she came here with him. He seemed a little preoccupied with the fight, but then she wanted to support him. She really cared about him but she wondered if he really cared about her too.

In the spectator area, a very frustrated man stood staring at the viewscreen. He had lost large sums of money betting on the first round, and this next matchup was his first chance to win some of it back.

"C'mon Pathways! Win this one for me, I've got a family to feed!"

A pathetic block it was. Callista was not amused. However, she would use her backwards stumble to her advantage.

When Asherah would trip back from the movement, Callista would not hesitate. Her body would lean back, and with the momentum of both their bodies going in opposite directions, and their locked hands serving as the center of gravity, the red-headed vixen would pivot her body towards the left to violently pull Asherah into a deadly swing. Also, the grip on Callista's thick leather boots would provide better traction, and would act as anchor, not like those skinny stiletto's Asherah was wearing.

As reinforcement, Callista grabbed Asherah's wrist with her other hand aswell, to add even more weight to her end. Her swing should've been powerful enough to propell the woman 230 degrees, thus slamming her into the wall opposite of where Asherah previously stood.

~2

The deadly swing felt like a merry go round. Asherah almost wanted to giggle. Tumbling towards the wall, Asherah pulled out of the fall and smashed the balls of her feet to the wall, taking the brunt of the throw. It didn't feel to good on her knees though. Falling to the ground, Asherah advanced towards her with her guard up, her arms to her front, fists by her face. As she neared Callista, she kept light on her feet, heels of no heels, she was fine. A static look painted her face, she wouldn't show a thing. Sizing her opponent up, Asherah tooka jab at Callista's face.

}2/17{

Callista Tenma Wrote:

Callista was an agile woman. She preferred quick-paced fights, and therefore, was always on her guard, and always anticipating the next move. It was how she was taught. And while her lover, and the entire nation was watching, she wasn't going to get sucker-punched by this little girl.

She did the most logical thing, she dropped low to the ground, having predicted a punch as Asherah's fists rose to her face, boxer-style. As she dropped-

~3

Janus, watching the fight below the glass had begun to re-wrap his chains to better serve their purpose. Looking down, janus saw the compromising form Callista had taken and contemplated strikering to end it quickly, but thought otherwise.

Ash wouldn't be happy.

Smirking as he thought about the damage he could have caused, he continued to wind the metal around his fists.

.Antique Heartbeat. Wrote:

"Bathe in this, b***h!"

Seeing as she had such a tight grip on Asherah's other leg, Asherah lept up with her other leg, bending her knee as much as possible, --

Asherah had leaped into the air, however, Callista would knock her of her path. She shoved Asherah's knee which she held upwards, and considering that the woman had no ground, she'd land onto her back. Of course, this required some sacrifice on Callista's part. Asherah's free knee slammed into Callista cheek bone, and would leave a quite visible purple bruise. For a moment, tears welled in Callista's eyes but they were immediately blinked away.

Callista would not stop there. The second Asherah would hit the ground, the fiery woman would jump on top of her, straddling her at the waist. She sat up straight, so Asherah's hands could only reach her shoulders as she was pinned to the ground. She would then wail -- one, two three punches to Asherah's face. Four, five, six, never pausing, both hands swinging hard with their heavy gauntlets, and white knuckles. What made it worse was that Callista was a fast woman, and she knew how to throw power into her punches.

"b*h?! You haven't seen the worst of me yet, little girl!!" she screamed maniacally as her fists flew in a blur. Callista wanted to see blood run from this ct's face. She wanted to watch it drip from her mouth, her nose, her ears. Callista was a dangerous woman when her lust for blood kicked in, and her insane grin she wore was the first indication.

~5

When Asherah bucked, Callista would jump up to spring herself away from the woman on the floor. She would then retrieve her scythe which she leaned against the wall before the match started. She'd scowl and allow the precious little girl to do whatever the ******** she wanted.

~6

Meanwhile, Jack had dissapeared from the area above the arena...

S-S-S-STRIKER OFFENSIVE!

Ah, her scythe. Callista felt such power gripping the long handle between her fingers. She reajusted her grip as she stood firm in a 90 degree stance with her feet parallel. The demoness held the large scythe like she had been born with it in her hands. Many years of weilding the deadly weapon made her quite the expert. She made it look easy.

Callista would use an unorthodox stance with the scythe, almost as though she were weilding a spear or stave. Holding it horizontally, she would extend her arms so that the blade pointed down but the handle sat horizontal pointing towards Asherah. Though, her blade wouldn't stay that way for long. Positioned only a foot or so from the wall, there was no way Jack was going to sneak behind her. Jack's striker was just poorly timed. She may have been backed against the wall, but she wasn't at a disadvantage. She had range on her side. As Jack attempted to stealthfully run up on her left side she would notice him out of her peripherals. She would keep her left foot planted to pivot to her left so that she could face the oncoming Jack. Jack would never reach the three foot mark. Hell, he'd never get close enough to make any sort of contact. Turning the blade horizontal, she would thrust it forward a little less that her full arms extension. The blunt side of the long blade was aimed to hit Jack in the chest or at least restrict him from advancing any further. All the while, she would keep the advancing Asherah within view of her peripherals.

~7

Asherah made her move. As Jack kept his pimp hand strong, thus smaking the daylights out of her with a big WHAP, Asherah was already within striking distance. Maneuvering away from the dangers of Callista's scythe, And sliding her way past her defenses, Asherah used the hilt of one of her sai swords and lept up and smashed under Callista's chin with a!

"SHORYUKEN!" She belted in enjoyment. As she executed the Strikers masterful plan. This could have easily knocked the breasts off this kick with all the WIN floating around.

She made it look easy.

}7/17{

Jack would be holding the scythe and would be pulled by it. He was 6'4 and weighed over 200lbs. The little red head wouldn't pull him and just be slapped. Being his left hand it would hurt, alot.

After that he would let go of the scythe and retreat backwards. The whole striker probably only took five seconds at the most.

Oh, Asherah was a dirty woman. And for some reason, that aroused Callista. The rough handling, hands tangled in her hair, Asherah's heavy cries, it almost made Callista want to take the abuse. But no, after the first collision, Callista would stop it.

First, she would pull to the side, hard and fast, with her scythe, since it was between the two scantily clad women. The result: the blade would dig into Asherah's unprotected side. The goose egg on Callista's head was nothing in comparison to the slash that would smile in Asherah's luscious skin. And to make the injury worse, Callista would lift her leg and place her foot on Asherah's lower abdomen, kicking her away forceful while pulling against the push with her scythe, turning the staff outwards slightly to allow the blade to shift behind Asherah as she was pushed. This would cause her to fall back along the blade's tip, which would slit deep into a back. A deep cut would form from her mid back to her side. If she wasn't careful to recover against the kick, the blade would puncture deeper. And that's exactly what Callista wanted.

Her foot shoved hard, with the intention of shoving the blade deep enough to sever her spine. At best, her kidneys would get the blow, at worst, Asherah would never walk again.

~9

Callista saw no choice but to let go of her scythe.

She then tackled Asherah head on, arms out infront of her in a defense position, so that her gauntlets could block the sais if needed be.

Basically, Callista would just slam her body as hard as she would into Asherah, because the woman treasured her hair. And it pissed her off.

"YOU ****** b*h, YOU CUT MY ******** HAIR! YOU'RE GONNA PAY!!"

If Callista had been able to use powers, she'd burn the hair of Asherah in return. But she couldn't. So she settled for a rage-tackle, the would probably send them both to the ground, and would probably cost them both a couple bruises.

Asherah curled her legs to her chest as Callista tackled her to the ground. They landed with an OOF! and an ooze of blood spilling onto the floor. But these girls would not be on the floor for long. There was a reason why Asherah tucked her legs in. Resting her hands on Callista's shoulder, she pushed her feet to Callista's gut, her heels slipping into the womans stomach as she made a massive effort to lift/kick the woman off. She did this, by pushing as hard as she could up and behind her, hopefully making Callista tumble back, and let Asherah roll to the side and scramble to her feet, leaving a sloppy trail of blood prints on the floor.

"I can hack the rest off for you too."

She cackled as she kicked away Callista's scythe from her immediate reach, and began to advance towards her again, at not so top speed do to her cuts, but enough to be considered a threat.

}10/17{

ALSO A TIME PARADOX!

Janus would look at his opponent's extended hand, also striding into the center of the fighting arena. The image of Callista's retort to such a friendly and well-mannered gesture still burned brightly in Janus's mind, be he decided to welcome the courteous attempt at pleasantries just as well. Extending a steel-chain-wrapped hand, Janus would grip the opposing Captain's hand and shake it, nodding his head slightly in respect for a fellow fighter. Topless as well, Janus's muscles were cut into his body. He was not a large man in stature, just tall. He weight very little, but was strong enough to handle himself in a fight.

The question was, how well would he fare against Dante.

Asherah's feet successfully kicked her away, but Callista would roll with it. She flipped backwards onto her hands, then was back to her feet. Her head felt so light now.... She hated it. But it wasn't time to b***h and moan about the unwilling haircut, because Asherah was heading straight for her.

Callista waiting for Asherah to approach her, and when she was but a mere three feet away, she would charge forward as well, only to a slight angle, and she'd be ducked so that her upper body was level with Asherah's hip. It would only take one and a half steps to reach Asherah's right side, and when the scarlet-haired woman did, she's punch once in the gut with her right hand hard and swift, and then she'd stand to her full height, continuing her path. Her foot would step forward again and she'd turn her body completely facing the side of Asherah. Her left hand would then raise up with a jerk and come down in a chop to the back of Asherah's neck.

One: step and punch.

Two: step and chop.

It took no more than two short seconds. The punch to the gut could knock the wind out of an elephant. The chop could easily KO the girl. At the very least, she'd be seeing stars.

~11

This fight was definitely going to be interesting. The two had a very similar stature, though Dante was a bit shorter and had a bit more body mass. Standing fully erect he was about 5'10" and weighed around 165-170lbs. Otherwise, the two seemed to be relatively the same in body type.

Dante watched his opponent closely as he approached, taking in all aspects of the man's attire, his weaponry, and his stride. The chain wrapped around the man's hand was a point of focus. He had fought chain wielder's before, but he wasn't going to begin making assumptions. He stood strong, his knees bent slightly in his 90 degree stance. Dante flinched slightly as the man shifted directions, almost falling for the fake. He quickly regained his composure as the man moved to his side. Shuffling his feet, he would step back from the jab. Just in case he wasn't able to step out of range in time, he would raise his left arm to use his forearm protector in a parrying manor. He would shift his left arm to the inside of the punch to push it away, metal hitting against metal as Janus's punch would roll off it. Instead of attempting a counter action, he would wait. Jabs were quick and he wouldn't have much of a window for action. Keeping his right hand ready, he would watch the man.

[1]

Footplay was Dante's forte. With a relatively low kick, it would be quick so Dante would have to be quicker. He'd shuffle his feet once more, staying on his toes, so that he could strafe to his left. This would be a near miss and could probably be followed up easily, so Dante wasn't going to give him time to. With his left foot back, Dante would plant his right to swing a quick jab to the man's midsection. It was a simple manuever, but this fight had been fairly simple for the moment. It was but a boxing match, but soon it would advance.

[2]

And there it was. With his jab coming back quick after the block, he would be quick to react to Janus's punch. With the high attack, Dante would go low bringing his head forward to the left side of the man's waist. If the knee would ensue Dante would take the blow as his midsection bent forward. With his body bending he would take minimal force, but there would still be some pain. If he hadn't gone for the knee, Dante would still attempt the same thing. Dante's right arm would extend to hook around the back side of Janus's left knee, pulling it up. With his leg hooked, Dante would hold on tight. The man was much lighter than most in the tourney..this meant it would make it increasingly easy for Dante to lift. Thus, he would. Dante's entire backside would be open to attacks, but he was willing to take a few minor punches in order to suplex the man. Arching his back, Dante would lift the man with all his strength to flip him. If it worked, Janus would be landing right on his neck/shoulder areas. It would hurt like a b***h.

[3]

Asherah took the punch to her gut, forcing an unwilling breath to exit her lungs, causing her to double over, but she wouldn't let her guard down. Her arms defended her face still, and her bracers took the second punch. But Callista standing up straight would be a mistake she was going to regret.

+MEMORY FLASH BACK+

Asherah was playing with her limited collector's addition Mata Leon action figures in the bath tub. Her voice was low as she imitated El Fantasma, and Crawley.

"Hey Crawley, wanna go to the mall?"

"No Fantasma, I'm gonna take you to the SUPLEEEEEXXXXX!" She said in an even lower voice as she made Cralwey grab Fantasma's waist and fall back into the bath water. Tiny plastic body parts clicked as the toys were smashed together.

"RAAAAAAAWWRRR."

+END FLASHBACK+

Now she knew what to do. As she was guarding her face, Asherah shoved her sai swords into either side of Callista's torso probably puncturing something vital and leaving six beautiful stab wounds. This made her hands free, Asherah would then wrap her arms around Callista's waist. And with a crow hop backward, Asherah fell back and arched her back, Bashing Callista into the floor face first.

The only sort of elephant she'd be knocking down in BLOODBATH was a stuffed one. Sorry to say, that wasn't happening.

}11/17{

+Flash back x2+

Jack would be entering the bathroom to see Asherah in the bath playing with Team Mata Leon action figures.

"OH MY GOD! Are those Mata Leon action figures?!"

He yelled out before turning around and pulling out his own set.

"Wanna play?!"

+End Flash back+

"Good times..."

He said while solemnly nodding his head.

[ Just to clarify, the floor is metal grating. It's the platform above us that has a glass floor. ]

As soon as the two came crashing to the ground, Dante would try to roll out of the way. Janus should have on his back due to the flipping motion. Thus, Dante would be free to roll as he pleased. As he did so, Janus's blow would nick his shoulder instead of his head. He would come to a halt about five feet away, where he would raise to a crouch. His shoulder was sore from the blow he had taken previously. He would rotate it slightly as Janus regained his composure. Dante's right hand slipped behind his back for a moment as he waited.

[5]

Dante grinned as he watched the man's chains coil on the ground. There we go. Janus was right, Dante was reaching for a weapon. From the small pouch on the back of his waist, he would remove a single kunai knife. He would hold it tight in his right hand in a defensive position. The tip was pointed down towards the ground and the ring was pointed upwards. Though, he wasn't about to sit around and play defense. This was BLOODBATH, so he was gonna draw some blood! Dante pushed off the balls of his feet and sprung forward into a full erect position. With the spring and a step he'd be within reach. He was only about five feet away. With the spring, he should have been on the inside of the chains reach, so he felt safe. Dante would quickly jolt his right hand upwards to cut at the man's chest area. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was swift and would be a nice gash.

[6]

"WHAT THE ********>

Jack would yell as he watched Callista bringing those Sai's towards Asherah neck! Smacking his left hand on the glass below him he tried to stop the fight or something. If Asherah was hit by that attack he didn't know what he would do, I mean he had gotten to know her so well. He wanted so much to just run down and tackle Callista away, he wouldn't want Asherah to die.

But if she dodged all would be good, but Jack would come and interfare and get a card. So ******** annoying.

}Edited to prove point.{

Seeing as Asherah was in front of Callista, and was grabbing her from her waist her head was buy her stomach, and her shoulders just under the two sais. Also, there is no slow motion. This wasn't the Matrix, so by the time she had pulled out the sais, which would probably cause massive damage seeing as the swords could have easily punctured her lungs, Asherah had already arched back and smashed her face into the ground, and seeing as her hands were busy with the sais, it was no doubt that her head would make love to the floor. Slipping from out of beneath the woman, Asherah rolled away and weakly got to her feet. Her side wounds still leaked blood, her knees weak, her gut and face ached. Raising her hands Asherah inched away from the womans body, so if she got up, Asherah had initiative.

}12/17{

TIME PARADOX!

Right after Azel was ready and all Jack followed into the ring with a grin. It was his turn to fight now. Jack wore his black and red leather Jacket and matching leather pants. His right sleeve of his Jacket had been ripped off to reveal his right arm covered in a fishnet stocking and a glove on his hand. Meanwhile his left arm was still covered, his hand was wrapped in bandages though. Below his right pant leg had been pulled up to the knee to reveal more fish net covering the skin.

"Ya ready?"

Grinning even more Jack pulled his leather Jacket off and threw it behind him, keeping it in the ring though. His icy blue eyes looked over the man, checking the stance, checking where the hands were. The mans striking hand would be his right hand for more thrusting purposes, the left was most likely for grabs or defense. The footing would allow for pushing forward to get an easier running speed. Well that's how Jack saw it.

"Lets go."

He would say before bursting forward along the metal grating. Jacks steel soles of his boots clanged against the metal grating as he stormed forward. This would not be easy for sneaking up on the guy. But this was BLOODBATH, no sneaking up!

[1]

Getting five feet from Azel Jack bent down low before coming up again once he was closer. When he came in his right hand came up for an upper cut to Azel's jaw. His left foot was the last foot to have gone forward so was now in front of Jack slightly while his right was behind. If the upper cut were to go through without being stopped, even if it missed Jack would continue, Jack would follow through by throwing his left fist to Azel's stomach. During the stomach punch Jack would move his right foot forward to gain a foot hold.

[2]

Azel smiled and reacted. Jack had fallen for his trap. As the uppercut was coming in, Azel leaned back a small bit, making the fist go straight by his face, but as it passed it up, he threw out his left arm and caught Jack's forearm. As for the other punch, there would be no power behind it. It was impossible to put enough force to cause any damage into a punch like that. So he ignored it, letting it come into his gut, without much notice. Since he now held Jack's right arm in his left, he pushed forward with his arm, snapping Jack's back, twisting it back over his shoulder.

As he did this, it would likely cause Jack to kneel because of the natural reaction to do so, and when he did, Azel's right knee would come soaring in, slamming into Jack's face. The blow would hit hard, and would send Jack back, most likely breaking his nose and making him dizzy. After the knee would connect, Azel would let go of Jack's arm.

[2]

The punch would still have some good force behind it and would smack into Azel's stomach. Just as Azel was putting Jacks arm behind him Jack would snap his right leg up in front of him. Instead of hitting Azel in the stomach, like the leg was meant to do, the leg would instead come up in front of him, blocking the knee to Jacks face. But now he had one leg in the air and his other in front of him.

Since Azel had let go of Jacks right fore arm Jack would kick his left leg backwards and send Jack away and into a roll. Stopping by making his right hand grab into the metal grating below him Jack looked up at Azel before running forward again.

Moving back into the fray Jack would come in with a quick right jab to Azel's face. Jabs were fast and quick, but held not much damage behind them as most other punches. After the first jab Jack would follow through with a low punch to Azel's stomach. He would then finish up by swinging his right leg around for a snap kick towards Azel's left side.

[3]

{[Just a bit of advice, try not to autohit. It looses points for your team. <3 ]}

Damn, the knee still hit him and sent Jack back with a bloody nose and lip. Taking hold of the grating any way he looked up to see Azel charging forward. Jack had a bloody hard head, so the knee wouldn't daze him for too long but the rolling didn't help. Since he had rolled dizziness kicked in sending Jack to the side to fall over. The elbow flew past and missed the target. Looking up Jack did a barrel roll to the right and quickly jumped up and back.

Azel would still be coming forward, and jumping in the air. Bad move. Up came Jacks right leg and shoved forward for a SPARTA kick towards the mans knees. The soles of Jacks boots are made of steel, to add to the power. If the kick hit, which would be hard to dodge as the guy was in the air, Jack would push down and send the guy down into the ground and stomp him there before jumping back.

Spitting on the ground, a mix of blood in it, Jack looked at his opponent grinning.

"Surrender? Knock out? Heh, you're outta ya league!"

Jack yelled out before laughing and preparing for the next fray.

[4]

{[Alright, but judges don't like stuff like that. I think? ^-^.]}

Wiping his nose Jack took a deep breath before running forward. Just as his first step hit the ground the song Let the bodies hit the floor started playing over the speakers. This really got the blood flowing for Jack. The music was really booming out, making teen metal heads at home headbang while watching the fight.

"Let's go!"

He yelled along the way to Azel. Once in range Jack shot his right arm forward for a hook to Azel's left cheek. After that punch his right leg spin around for a snap kick to Azel's side. The kick would be hard to grab as it would immediately come back to Jacks side, it's much like a jab but would go out two times faster than it would retract, which was still fast. Following the snap kick Jack would advance forward to try and place a left jab to Azel's other cheek and finish up with a right hook to Azel's chest.

[5]

Still scooting back, Asherah Held up left her arm in defense as the chain was thrown. the chain wrapped about her bracer like a boa constrictor to it's prey. Then, grabbing the chain out in front of her with her right hand, she began to ravel it about her wrapped arm elbow and hand, yanking it closer a few times, then walking forward quickly, still raveling, but before she had gotten too close, Asherah pulled on the remaining chain violently. With a whip of the chain it flung forward, lassoing Callista's neck, then she raveled some more. With a lunge, and Asherah aimed a strong punch at Callista's face, and yanked the chain tight around her neck to pull her in and choke her. As the punch landed, Asherah tightened the grip on the chain and pulled tighter, to choke Callista.

But she couldn't take much more of this, Asherah was weakening by the moment from blood loss, and the battering she'd gotten over the course of the fight.

"Give up." Asherah panted as she further tightened the chain. She was out of breath, but not out of the will to win.

}13/17{

Azel would be running into Jacks right fist for some reason. Since Jack had first thrown his fist forward to hook Azel he would be running into it to 'get inside the kick'. Since Azel had most likely been hit by the hook the snap kick would come around also. The kick would swing around and head towards the side of Azel's left knee.

After that kick would go through, if it hit or not, Jack would step forward with his right foot and send a left punch to Azel's stomach. If the stomach punch hit Jack would step forward with his left and try to force Azel backwards by thrusting his left hand forward even more.

"Come On!"

[6]

Unfortunately for Dante, only the first part of his attack would succeed. Janus's arm would overextend, and he would be pulled forward, but his balance would be easily regained. Pulling on Dante's elbow, the blade would stab into air, missing Janus's ribs by three inches. As this movement caused the two combatants to turn in a awkward spinning motion, Janus would move his right hand, which was behind Dante, to the left, causing the man's attempted head butt to scrape along Janus's cheek. Pivoting on his feet, Janus would continue this motion as he slide his left foot forward to trip Dante.

If this succeeded, Janus would continue the turn, lifting his left leg to lift Dante's feet off of the ground and slam him into the grated floor. If not, Jnaus had a back-up plan

{[8/17]}

Dante gritted his teeth together as the headbutt went forward, but he was disappointed to find it miss. With the forward motion continuing due to the miss, the two would be even closer. Practically pressing his chest against Janus's, he'd take that into advantage as Janus tried to move away. Dante would quickly bring his left foot in between Janus's stance so that he could hook it in behind Janus's right leg. Applying pressure forward, he aimed to trip up Janus. Dante's left hand quickly jolted from Janus's bicep to his throat, gripping it tight in a choking manor. With Dante pushing forward and tripping and Janus tripping Dante, the two would come down with Dante on top. As the two would go down, Dante would turn his blade downwards to pressure it towards the man's stomach in a stabbing manor. Though, Janus would also have to pay attention to the hand squeezing tightly around his throat. What would most likely ensue next was a struggle.

[8]

Dante kept his grip tightly around the man's throat as the two descended to the ground with a light thud. The demon would keep his grip locked tightly about the man's throat, cutting off the air flow more and more the longer he held it there. Of course this wasn't the most efficient way to choke a man out, but it was a raw way of doing it, and RAW was the way Dante liked to fight. Tenma grinned as he thought about how the two were getting down and dirty on the blood stained metal grating. This fight was definitely turning out to be how Dante wanted it. Not so much in his advantage or with him winning, but it was a good fight with both fighters performing at their best in the BLOODBATH.

When Janus gripped Dante's wrist he didn't worry much. He would keep his grip for as long as he possibly could. In the mean time, he had to worry about a shot coming to his head. Dante quickly drew his chin down so that the open palm would smack him on the top of the head with a nice THWAP! Dante would endure the slapping-like attack with his hard head. In the mean time, Dante's right hand was free with the kunai knife gripped strongly. Before making anything deep, Dante would swiftly swing the knife across Janus's bare stomach to make a nice long gash. With both hands occupied, Janus was going to have to do something rather formidable to stop this one.

[9]

The two fighters were definitely beginning to put each other in quite the uncompromising positions. Dante was amazed at Janus's speed with the chains. He watched the man begin to circle his arm about Dante's own and knew instantly that his arm would soon be entangled if he didn't do something quick. Dante quickly pulled the kunai knife close to his arm so that when the chains would wrap around his wrist it would also wrap about the kunai. This way, he could get some leverage on the chains around his wrist as well as create some slack because of the added inches on his wrist. The kunai would dig into his skin, cutting him slightly before he would shift the blade against the chains to create slack and space between the chains and his arm. With that small space Dante would quickly slip his arm back from the loops.When Janus struck for Dante's arm it would quickly buckle at the elbow and be torn away from Janus's neck but not before Dante could sink his long nails into the man's neck making some nice sized scratches. With both hands now free when Janus moved to lock his chest and arm between his legs Dante would have a bit of a different reaction. Dante would quickly raise his arm out of the reach so that the scissor lock went only around his chest and not the arm. Then, when the lock was placed Dante would slam his right hand down to jam the kunai into Janus's left thigh.

[10]

Well, there was no avoiding it now. The knife would slice into Janus's flesh, blood leaking out onto his black pants, staining them a darker color. He'd wince in pain, but adrenaline stopped most of the pain for now. The warm feeling of blood on Janus's neck told him that Dante had gotten a good enough scratch in to draw blood. Seems that Dante had the upper hand now.

But the was about to change. In one swift motion, Janus unhooked his legs and bent his right one back, bicycle kicking at Dante's face while gripping Dante's knife hand, holding it in place to minimize the amount of damage the man could inflict.

Spinning with some leverage from Dante, Janus would grab the end of his left chain with his right hand and wrap it tighter around his right fist, causing it to tighten along Dante's back, preventing him from escaping.

{[11/17]}

{Since the attack after the kick was a left punch you'll be grabbing it with your right hand. Just to clarify. ![smilies/icon_3nodding.gif .]}

Jacks left arm, which was initially aimed for the stomach, flew past Azel's head just missing it. Then Azel brought his own hand up, took hold of the left arm and brought it down on his shoulder. There was no snapping noise at all. Grinning Jack brought his right leg up and sent the metal sole right for Azel's face. If the blow hit Jack would continue forward to smash the guys head into the steel grating, that could possibly K.O him.

If all was to go through Jack would jump back and hold his left arm with his right while grinning.

"This here arm, ain't no normal arm. I could show you up close, but rules make that not possible now, don't they?"

He may have been talking to an unconscious person or not, but he was still talking to somebody.

[7]

Azel had forgot about that arm. But, since he still had control of the arm, he would use a different tactic. He would yank forward, hard, pulling Jack close to him. He stuck his left elbow out, sending it crashing into Jack's chest again. But, instead of just letting Jack run into it, he would jackhammer it into his chest, hard, twice. Since he had yanked forward, the kick would not be able to come, seeing as how he would be off balance. Of course, if he still wanted to do it, it would only make him stumble forward, making his face plant into his elbow instead of his chest. It was his choice really.

After the attacks, he would roll back, coming to his feet and looking at Jack. This fight was getting fun.

[8]

Azel looked as Jack came at him. He seemed different. More sadistic. That could be good or bad. But, since his mouth, nose, and now ribs were pretty much out of commission, Jack's breathing would come very hard. As he rushed forward, so did Azel. He was tired of playing it defensively. He rushed forward, staring Jack down. The cold tone in his voice was unnerving. Azel would have to be careful. As the two came near each other, Azel began to weave back and forth. His feet began to move faster, and his arms were starting to tense.

Then, when he came in close, he weaved to the right, ducking down slightly, and came back up, quickly, his right fist leading. He was sending in a punch to Jack's left kidney. If the blow connected, Jack would be in some serious pain. But, Azel wasn't done there. If the blow connected, Azel would follow up with sliding the arm off the area, launching the same elbow into the same spot, further injuring the spot.

[9]

Jack would need time to bring the opposite leg around, and his body language would give it away before anything. Azel, in other words, saw the kick coming. As he saw Jack transferring his weight, Azel rolled to the left, under the incoming kick. As he went under, he shot up, his shoulder slamming into Jack's leg. This would pick Jack up and back, causing him to fall back onto the grate floor, his leg on Azel's right shoulder, pushed back in a very painful way. As Jack hit, Azel fell with him, bringing the leg further up. What this would do is break the leg at one of two places. The knee, or the pelvis. Either way, the knee would be out of commission.

Azel would now be on top of Jack, with Jack lacking the strength to get him off. Azel brought his right hand up to grasp the leg, holding it there.

"Listen, I really don't wanna put you out of commission permanently. So, give up now."

[10]

Azel went down, his knee going numb. He had no strength in that leg for now. But, he had fallen on top of the man's leg, his body weight keeping it locked. And he still had Jack's other leg in his hand. Jack was not in a good position, seeing as how he was on his back, with both legs grasped. He quickly shot his left hand down, grabbing the other leg. Then, Azel would begin to push. Azel was no weak man. He had trained every day for his entire life. His body was toned and his muscles were strong. He had complete muscle control, and he knew how to counter a man's strength.

As Jack was pushing down, he tilted to the left, letting Jack push his right leg down. But, as it was coming down, Azel pushed out with both arms, spreading the legs out in their respective directions. This would cause Jack great pain in the groin area. He would likely black out from the intense pain, and just to make sure, he shot his right leg out, bringing his heel into Jack's groin.

He would fight how ever he could. Jack would not be able to resist the pain and would most likely black out.

[11]

The sight of blood brought a canine filled grin to Dante's face. Though, it wasn't just Janus's blood. A small trail of blood rolled off the side of Dante's arm from where the kunai knife had made a small cut. When Janus gripped his wrist, it would indeed minimize damage, but Dante would still try to get to most out of the blow as possible. With his hand still free to move, he would rotate the blade in the man's thigh pushing and jerking the handle so that the wound would be torn up adding on constant pain.

But Dante was definitely not in the clear. When Janus began kicking for his face he would immediately draw up his forearm. The forearm plate would take in most of the damage, but there was still a bit of force behind it after each blow collided with his forearm and head. Dante had no intentions of just sitting and blocking though. After experiencing two to three kicks Dante would time for the next one to come in. When it did, Dante would push off hard to spread the man's legs and slow the kicking. With a small window of time, Dante had to take action. He couldn't move back with the chain behind him, but he could get in a more strategical position. Dante would quickly pull his body up with his knees coming forward. With one knee to the left of Janus, Dante aimed to use his above position to his advantage. He would come down onto Janus hard with his right knee out to slam hard into the man's gut. The blow had the possibility to knock the wind out of the man, but Dante wasn't too focused on that. He had bigger better plans.

[11]

STRIKER OFFENSE

Watching Xerion come in Jack grinned and leant out to take hold of Azel's wrists that were holding his legs to hold him in place. Yeah it hurt like a b*h, yeah that would ****** his sex life up, yeah it would keep Azel in place for a knock out punch. Good job.

[12]

Damn, the striker missed.

But now Jack was released from the grip quickly he rolled back, awkwardly. Trying to stand up he found it extremely hard. It would take a long time to get used to. So for the time being Jack stayed on his knees, getting used to the feeling again.

Watching Azel come in Jack grinned and held his hands up in front of his face like a boxer. Jack leaned his head to the side, dodging the incoming knee before sending his arms out towards Azel to grab him by the waist. Once there Jack would roll back and send Azel back, not releasing him, and send him into the Grating with a pile driver. It would be as strong as it could be, but would still do a big bit of damage.

If the attack went through Jack would release Azel and roll forward before turning around with a slide. He would put his right leg up and get used to standing on that leg.

"That all ya got?"

[14]

Callista Tenma Wrote:

The blow to the knee was nothing because all it did was shift it, without anything on the other side to force the blow into her knee. So she recovered with a slight bruise.

When Asherah tried to tug Callista's chain out from her grasp, Callista made sure that it wouldn't happen. She looped the chain over her elbow to ensure it's hold, then whipped it back as Asherah loosened her grip on the adamant links.

It was a sacrifice she was willing to make, letting go of the chain.

So that's what she did, the instant she felt Asherah tug with all her strength against her, she would pull back for only a moment before releasing her hold on the chain.

This would cause Asherah to fly backwards, possibly tumble and land on her a**.

Regardless, Callista would attempt the same move as before. Tackle, mount, headbutt.

~16

Callista's reflexes told her to dodge. But her injuries would not allow her to be quick enough.

Asherah's fist slammed hard against Callista's front, near the shoulder and below the collarbone. The force knocked Callista back and she yelped in pain, landing on the cold metal surface of BLOODBATH.

Attempting to get up, the pain from a possible dislocated shoulder burning, her FIGHTER blinked, and distracted her.

"Time: EXPIRED" it read.

"Time.... up....? No.... Not yet..." she mumbled, in disbelief, to exhausted to cry out an angry retort. Instead, she allowed her body to fall back and lay down, her eyes staring at the glass ceiling to her lover, tearing up at the sight of her lover.

Had she failed him? Her team? Only the judges would decide.

But then, nothing was going to make her move now that her time was up.

~17

Callista would stand with the aid of Asherah, looking at her with ut most seriousness. Then she laughed, and nodded, with a sigh of relief.

"Yes... and I need to get myself a nice hair cut too," she added, before the two returned to the safer part of the arena, to watch the next set of fighters continue their path to reach the heights of heaven, or plummet in the fires of hell.

Since Jacks hands were still in front of his face the knee would smack into his hands which would smack into Jacks face sending his head back. Blinking he spat blood out of his mouth before growling. Azel was now in the air, probably landing at the time, and Jack was in front of him on his knees. In a last resort Jack pushed his legs up and sent his head right into Azel's stomach.

After the head butt, which would be done right after Azel would of landed, Jack would wrap his hands around Azel's thighs. Before coming backwards, holding onto Azel tightly, and try to smash his face into the grating behind Jack. The attack wouldn't be as strong since Jack was throwing Azel back by the thighs, but the whiplash would still hurt a bit.

[15]