Abandoned Missile Silo

This place gave her the chills.

As soon as she set foot in the place, Sey wanted to run right back the way she came; skin crawling, urge to puke rising as the realization of the rules sunk into the White Mage's mind. All abilities completely barred.

She couldn't even heal someone to death!

Looking more like a lost member of the swarm of media and adoring fans then a competitor in the bloody fighting tournament, Sey sighed and shuffled her way just outside the fighting area, black dragonhide boots clacking against the metal grate and the only thing remotely fighter like in her supercute outfit; black hair in pigtails with the white dress and light blue vest doing nothing to help her gain any INTIMIDATION points - though if you looked a little closely, there was a bit of blood and dirt on her still from her attempts at separating James and Stryphe during their MANRY fight in the hotel. Whimpering a little as she tapped her FIGHTER located proudly on her left wrist, Sey pouted a bit as it still said the same goddamn glaring letters that it did when she woke up at the hotel.

Code: Team Ugly Bastards - Bloodbath Missile Silo

"Well crap." She wined to the empty arena, slightly mindful of the cameras that were an extension of the mob of media that was waiting outside. It seemed like there was no one here... Yet.

Oh well~! Whipping out her blue cell phone with several cute charms attached to it, the little mage began furiously texting someone.

Code: Good luck. I love you.

The sexiest man of Heaven or Hell had decided something, he had best come to the arena early. He had a plan, a very malicious one for the first person to come in. The man was hiding for the time being, that was until a woman had entered into the room. Now, he just needed his opportunity. What was this? She was checking her FIGHTER? PERFECT! It was then Valentine would press the button on his own to initiate his offensive striker. The woman had gone straight from checking her FIGHTER to texting. Oh man, this was awesome! He'd make sure to interrupt her little texting session with this attack. As the man began to sprint as fast as his n***a legs could carry him, he would launch himself into the air. Naturally, he wasn't just going to jump at the woman, hell no. He would bring is knee in for this...

The knee would come to hit the woman in her chest area, but if depending one how far her head was lowered it could hit else where. After his knee, Valentine would turn tail and sprint away from the now assigned fighting area to the sidelines.

.: Edited because the awesomeness of the picture could not be contained. :.

Some grown-a man just st himself.

Also, that was ******** up.

Not the shitting himself thing.

The whole jumping the tiny woman thing.

Fox hated this place, but it might be of advantage to him this time.

Dashboard Wrote:

-And that’s when Dash arrived.

And that's when Fox arrived too. Except he wasn't there to attack Sey. He wasn't to happy from last round's results, so greeting, no warning EITHER. Hopefully, he'll actually get to fight this time, instead of waiting on some ''cop-out-opponent''.

This time, Fox was cosplaying Crawley in BLOODBATH '06 (w/o the mask):

...Black shirt

...Black pants

...Black boots

EVERYTHING BLACK.

--Was this only mere flattery... or rather, mockery?

Fox crossed his arms with an angry face, while taking a deep breath to broaden his pectoral.

SUPERTAUNT. Or is it?

-''HMPH''-

CROSSOVER BATTORU

Osu!

Post 1- (2/2)

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It felt like a tomb.

The air was completely still and heavy with the smell of the old, stale blood dried onto the pit beneath the steel grating. The half-demons footsteps were near completely silent against the cold steel, his feet bare as he tread upon the stained lips of a monster hungry for more. More bloodshed. More victims. Today this battleground would be sated.

Stryphe came to a stop in the center of the subterranean, cylindrical battleground, his spear resting on his right shoulder. The shaft of the weapon disappeared into the wild, snaking tendrils of unkempt, midnight hair that reached out in all sorts of directions. He was keeping a solemn face and a scruffy one- the weeks worth of facial growth was still laying flat on his face but within hours it would start getting brambly. It all served to accentuate the deeply set, brooding eyes, emerald green and set to go off at any second.

Only this time around, there were no powers. There was only that feeling somewhere deeply embedded into his body and mind. No inherent energies or demonic forces- only blood and thunder. Bone against bone. Brawn and brains. Nothing else.

...Were there any brains down in that crusty pit beneath the steel?

Stryphe's eyes flared and his fist clenched as he felt the head in his hand... saw the flesh straining, bulging its way through the gaps in the grating before that first sickening crunch...

Immediately, he followed the path of the flying knee and at the end of it was-

"SEY!"

Dashboard Wrote:

His leather boots hit the grated metal surface with a clang.

The White Mage hit the ground at about the same time as someone else. A gayly dressed black man with an afro, a hairstyle not far from Stryphe's own, was balls deep in a bullet-train sheild charge maneuver almost before he even hit the ground. The half-demon didn't have time to consider how funny this struck him. He'd probably take time for the thought once he had that afro between his foot and a hard place. He also didn't have time to worry about the flying-knee-ninja, because the afro-sheild was heading straight for Sey as well. Stryphe could close the distance and get between them, but he'd need an extra eight feet or so to do it. Whatever was the Lancer to do?

Even when running full-boar, the half-demon's footsteps were completely silent when hidden beneath the loud clankings of Afro-shields boots. If Afro wasn't looking for Stryphe, Afro wouldn't catch on until he was just upon Sey...

What would tip him off would be the flat of a vicious looking blade attached to six-and-a-half feet of wood and steel. The Midgard Serpent.

"STOP!"

HWUCRMPUNCH

As Sey recovered from the dramatic entrance, chunks of the ceramic plating would clank against the floor as the half-demon himself would feel the shock reverberate through his entire body. That shield was thick, but he'd put everything behind his swing and, if it connected, it would be enough to at least stop Afro-Sheild in his tracks and, most likely, knock him right off his feet if he wasn't braced against a heavy delivery of SLAM.

Post 1 (2/2)

Dash pushed forward, the Angry shield leading the charge from its post the man’s left arm. His body was coiled tight as the man braced himself for the shield bash like a football player rushing in to shoulder check the ball carrier. Suddenly…

Ancient Hyperzephyrian Wrote:

"STOP!"

HWUCRMPUNCH

WOAH, TIME TO GO!

Temn would dash from the sidelines, and into the midst of battle!

The young man would be shoulder checking Dash's side as he was charging at the little white mage known as Sey. His shoulder would soon connect into Dash's vulnerable side as he held the shield in hand.

With a collision soon happening, it was. . .

Ancient Hyperzephyrian Wrote:

"STOP!"

"HAMMER TIME!"

Temn would be dropping a War hammer near Sey. It's heavy body dropping with a loud thud on the grating.

" TOUCH IT SEY, TOUCH IT."

He meant grab it, but. . . same s**t.

''Yeah, way to go...''

PRE-STRIKER:

---Fox reacted to Stryphe's movement. The moment Stryphe went at Dash was the moment Fox began running after Dash. Thinking he could come up with some Spartan like s**t to retaliate.

Unfortunately...

Ancient Hyperzephyrian Wrote:

"STOP!"

HWUCRMPUNCH

C. Fox Wrote:

''GODDAMMIT, DASH!''

As the foreboding emptiness of the missile silo was swept away in the rising tumult of combat, these two words were what first bobbed to the surface of it all as he swung his spear into the front of the Angry train. The spear was indeed knocked away, sent back on the path it had come. The half-demon was no stranger to momentum and, as the Midgard Serpent shook violently in his grip, he relaxed.

The Lancer could feel the reverberating shock, the crests and troughs of kinetic energy flowing through the spear, along his arm, and within his body. As the melee fighter chambered for his close-range uppercut to the half-demons ribs, Stryphe was almost completely limp. His eyes... were they closed?

Somewhere within the mind of the Ugly b*****d team captain there was a rope pendulating. Back and forth. Back and forth. The outstretched hand bided it's time, waiting for the perfect moment to grab on. A discerning eye studied each ripple, the space between them, acquainting himself with the flow that could be his friend or his foe.

NOW.

His eyes shooting open triggered an electrical current of bodily commands. Muscles tensed to the beat of the shock his body had been absorbing and was now one with. His right leg shifted outwards, dropping his stance and moving it away from the new fighter's fist by a few inches. Enough to dodge? Absolutely not. Enough to work with? Fo' sho'.

The attacker's knuckles skimmed and careened over Stryphe's ribs like some sort of suicide pilot having a second thought, which would eventually be painful, but considerably less devastating than it would have been. As the Lancer dropped his stance, riding that wave of harnessed momentum, his left arm would snap down into a defensive position, elbow at his side, fist level with his shoulder. This meant that both the fighters arms were now locked at the elbow, either combatant free to control the other. Fox's fist was somewhere up around Stryphe's armpit, his forearm caught between the half-demon's bicep and the ribs Fox had aimed to smash. The Lancer's elbow was probably somewhere between Fox's elbow joint and bicep.

It was beginning to feel painfully familiar.

Sey Wrote:

"GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

So, Sey had managed to maneuver her way around the Afro-Shield. It couldn't have been hard, considering the lack of control of himself the wielder of the angry shield had. With Sey to one side and an opponent to the other, Stryphe's peripheral vision was telling him everything he needed to know.

THUD-CLENCH-STOMP. The half-demon's right leg, well grounded upon the clashing, absorbed the majority of Fox's forward momentum. Stryphe would hold steady the nail Seyumi Kaikou was about to drive into the dirt as that tension released and the fighter's fell into place.

Stryphe had only did two things in retaliation to Fox's attack. His left hand snapped forward, grabbing Fox's left underarm just beneath the armpit and pulling him close as his left foot took it's place behind Fox's own left foot. Fox's forward momentum would assist Stryphe in this, ensuring that the fighter wouldn't be pulling away before the half-demon had him within his grasp. At the slightest detection of a loss in control, Stryphe was ready to send Fox tumbling backwards over his left leg with a good shove.

Then again, whatever happened from this point didn't seem to matter much because...

Sey Wrote:

Wielding the hammer with all the energy of her forward sprint and everything her petite body could muster, the livid mage swung the wide blunt end of the hammer at Fox's torso with both hands.

2/17 2/2

Mere moments from impact…

DJ Crossflare Wrote:

The young man would be shoulder checking Dash's side as he was charging at the little white mage known as Sey. His shoulder would soon connect into Dash's vulnerable side as he held the shield in hand.

Oh wow, oh geez, oh, oh, oh-

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-"

The hammer wiffed but it and Sey were still swinging, the weapon dragging the little mage in a deadly circle as she stumbled backwards like an athlete taking too much time to wind up during a hammer throw - minus the over the head bit; or a little angry planet in orbit around them. Stumbling around the two fighters in a semi circle and threatening both of them with the chance of a painful meeting with her happy little hammer if they decided to raise their heads, Sey tensed her arms as she caught sight of Dash leading back into the fray during one of her spins; intentionally speeding up the deadly swing of her hammer with every step and changing her circular path to that of an oval jutting out towards angry shield man.

"-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!"

Was she... Squealing in enjoyment? Was this her high pitched attempt at a war cry? Either way, the White Mage was spinning around the fight like a little whirling dervish of cuteness and death with no intention of stopping until her hammer met something with a painful clang - something like a shield.

Post Three! (1/2)

Something primal clawed it's way to the forefront of Stryphe's mind. Deep within his psyche, something hellish caught the smell of blood begging to be spilled. In the back of his mind, this scared him, but as his eyes maddened and a toothy grin spread across his face it was clear that there was some goodness in him that had just been set aside. The hammer would crash into Fox's side, imploding bone and grinding flesh to a pulp.

The half-demon's fist, secured to Fox's collar, was quivering in anticipation, knuckles white.

There he is again.

But then Fox reached into the wild mass of Stryphe's hair and took hold. NO! He snarled as Fox proved that he too was no slouch, moving deftly and with precision, jerking back on the half-demon's head. The energy Fox used to bend forwards at his core was being applied to Stryphe's head, far from his center and vulnerable to manipulation. From there, his feet would be kicked out from under him and he would hit the grating, shaken by the smack his head made against the ground, but far from stirred. His wild locks spread across the grating beneath his head and out in every direction, looking like a spilled basket of all varieties of snakes as the half-demon exhaled the impact from the floor.

The hammer harmlessly soared overhead, doing what it pleased with it's unexperienced master, and Fox was rising to press the attack on the downed half-demon; and somewhere there had to be an Afro-Shield coming to the aid of his teammate, the latter of which being Stryphe's second concern.

His first was that slithery voice within that sounded so pleased with him and how damned good that made him feel. His right hand tightened around the Midgard Serpent as if he hadn't beheld the weapon in ages. Last time, he thought, you had more red on you...

With a quick tug, the Lancer shifted his grip to the middle of the spear, loosening his grip as the butt of the polearm came sliding inwards to meet the half-demon's left hand. Stryphe was able to draw in his upper body and bring up his shoulders just as Fox's foot would come crashing into his head. The Soccer Kick would force it's way between Stryphe's shoulder and forearm before being completely stopped by the Lancer's jaw.

The half-demon's head snapped to the right under the force of Fox's kick, blood spattering across the steel grating. A single tooth skittered and bounced ahead of the blood until diving down into the dark reddish-brown pit lurking beneath the battleground.

His head wasn't the only thing to snap away from the shock of boot-to-face, his right arm did as well. The shaft of his spear slid from his left grip as the kick hit home, drawn back by his coiling right arm...

THOOM.

The butt end of the Midgard Serpent was thrust into Fox's guttyworks, right at the navel, on trajectory for his spine. As Stryphe's head had snapped to the side from the kick so had his right arm in preparation for this quick jab of his spear- both head and arm had returned in the same fashion, following that energy through towards where the kick had come from- Fox. The Lancer already had four feet of reach from where he gripped the weapon, but he put his shoulder into the attack anyways, shifting most of his weight to his left shoulder and twisting slightly to the left to add extra driving force to the counter-attack, ensuring that some distance would be made.

And although he was on his back and seeing stars, this would be enough to put the Lancer on the offensive. As Fox's body would absorb the thrust, the half-demon would draw the weapon back to him, reach up with his right arm and TWIST his entire body to the left, bringing his front to face the floor and torquing the butt end of the shaft of the Midgard Serpent in towards his chest as he twisted. This combination of leverage and rotation would send the sharp end of the spear arching through the air with such speed and force that suddenly Fox was within the jaws of a great emerald beast, those jaws snapping shut in the blink of an eye and threatening to split him down the middle.

3/17 2/2

Valentine was somewhere in the arena. Where? He wasn't quite sure himself, but he made sure he was there. There was little interest in watching the fight for him. Naturally, he preferred to be in the middle of it, however as tough as he was acting, he had no intention of taking one step away from where he was. The hell should he? He did his job, he hit that woman dead on. She couldn't be that strong, he figured one or two more hits and it'd be lights out for her. "HURRY THE ****** UP AND KICK THEIR a I'M BORED!" Ouch, it was around then that Dash would get viciously attacked. The poor guy, he was such a fragile child too, oh well. As depressing as Dash being attacked was, there were far more important issues at hand like the 20lbs girl holding a war hammer, and swinging it around. Now, Valentine wasn't quite sure of anything about her or the hammer, but he knew something like that swinging a nice heavy weapon like that around was dangerous. If that s**t slipped out of her hands, he could be trouble.

What was this? Another member of Team Random Select? Perfect! Valentine would sprint to make his way over to the man who seemed to know no more English than 'C'mon.' It seemed the hammer hadn't been sent flying...yet. This in mind, Valentine made sure to hide behind the guy. Sure, the man would probably notice him, but worse case scenario Valentine have to open a can of whoop a**. Val was assured that the man wouldn't try nothin' sneaky, but he'd make sure to be prepared just in case.

King VRH Wrote:

What was this? Another member of Team Random Select? Perfect! Valentine would sprint to make his way over to the man who seemed to know no more English than 'C'mon.'

Looking at the sudden movement towards him, the most vicious member of team Ugly Bastards would prepare to fight this b*****d that came his way. Other than c'mon, Malenexum could have a few choice words other than simply taunting his opponents to come to him. The vampire would stop his little chant and smile wickedly at the approaching opponent.

"Finally! WE HAVE A WINNER!"

Left body aimed at the man, left arm stretched outwards aiming the sword's tip directly at the man's abdominal area. If the man kept running at that pace, he'd end up being chichcabobbed against the sword... ofcourse, no one that had experience in fighting would be as idiotic as to let his own run be the death of him.

Malenexum was ready to adapt the very moment the man came within striking distance of the sword (4'8" of the blade, plus the arm length, around 5'9" at the very least). This guy, he'd learn what it was to fall into a trap.

Here we go, once again!

Now I'm going to count to ten!

And by then I swear you'll wish you were dead!

[MP: 135/135]

I

The instant his spear stopped Stryphe scrambled to gain some sort of footing. He drew his legs in and tried to get a knee between him and the floor before-

WHAM!!!

The stars in the room got brighter as Fox's foot came crashing like a doomsday meteorite into the front right side of Stryphe's face just as the half-demon was turning his head towards Fox. For a second, he was reminded of the wall of the subway tunnel and how that had felt. No doubt Fox would have taken that as a complement, if he'd know what the half-demon had associated the stomp with.

Of course, the Lancer hadn't enjoyed it enough to go for another round of face vs. foot.

As Fox brought his right foot back for another try at cracking the half-demon's skull, he would be met by the calm fury of Stryphe's gaze. Dual streams of blood met just above his upper lip, streaming down from his nostrils. His lips, chin, and lower left jaw were all speckled with blood and a small stream was running down into his scruff from the left side of his mouth.

The Lancer had taken a couple powerful kicks to the head, but the fire was still in his eyes, and Fox was locked dead within the emerald irises. Fox didn't know it, but Stryphe could also seem something no one else could.

Cameras in the distance, flashing, all around Fox. Ah, the public. How did they get down here?

He didn't care about them.

Sey Wrote:

"NO~!"

And when Sey was in trouble Stryphe didn't care much about anything else and, after all the times he hadn't been there, the reflexive action was still alive inside of him. Save the White Mage. Save the World.

One second, Fox would have the half-demon staring holes into his face, the next, well...

Stryphe had managed to get his left knee beneath him as the first stomp clapped against his face. He'd nearly faltered and lost control after the blow, but his grip on that goddamned spear remained as tight as it ever was and ever could be. This was part of him, and he had more of it in his grip than Fox did.

The instant Fox would chamber for that second stop and Stryphe whirled his head to face his foe the half demon would swing his right leg outward, balancing on his left foot as his swept his leg horizontally towards Fox's left, simultaneously jerking his right backwards and shoving forwards with his left. The two motions would reinforce one another, Stryphe's torso jerking one way, his bottom half the other. Fox would be met with a powerful downward force from the spear as his leg was knocked out from underneath him, all of this serving to offset that second stomp as well.

"Hang on to it for me then," He would growl as Fox hit the ground. If the counter-attack-takedown maneuver went through, the half-demon would have already let go of the spear once his foe was toppled.

Fox would have his way, and Dash would have one Stryphe stalking in his direction.

4/17 2/2

Sey Wrote:

-her emotions easily readable in her luminous eyes. Fury at seeing Stryphe hurt, wariness at being manhandled and...

Excitement?

Good timing there. Fox was tripped off his feet, automatically onto his a**.

-Thump!-

''Doh!... ''

His a** smashed against the steel, the impact shivering up his back. Fox felt stupid. Like, he just... fell. Didn't even take that much effort. His right leg was being chambered, so that left his left leg along without base or support. Easy trip.

Stryphe Wrote:

Kyrie!

Dashboard Wrote:

Ooooh, struck a chord had he? Excellent. The angrier Sey was, the harder she’d fight. The harder she fought, the less guilty Dash was going to feel about kicking her a**!

In immediately retaliation, the man pushed forward with his left arm and shield in attempt to create more space in between the two of them. Maybe the mage still held onto his hair, maybe not. Regardless, his next action remained the same: a right straight delivered over the shield and to the mage’s face! He’d adjust the punch if necessary, depending on the distance gained from his shield push.

At the sight of her opponent's blood, the nasty, nasty beast called compassion reared it's ugly head for a moment; flailing it's arms and screaming from the depths of the White Mage's head of all the atrocities that she was committing. As soon as she wrestled the annoying virtue to the back of her mind Sey felt the cold metal of the shield and braced herself, body tightening as she was shoved back; left hand fisting in his hair as her upper body jerked forward towards Dash as the rest of her was sent in the opposite direction - the height difference making everything even more awkward. She had absolutely no intention of letting go... But then she saw his fist fly.

Following her untrained instincts and recoiling from the hit with squeezed shut eyes, Sey tried to make herself as small as possible, shying her face into her left shoulder. It did little to change the fact that Dash's fist connected with the right side of her head a split second later, hard enough to snap her head back to stare dazed right back at her opponent and his big hair, big arms and big hand that just made her see stars.

"AAA-

POW

Iiiiiiiiiittaaaaaiiitaitaitaitaitaitatitai~!"

Crying out with pain at the hit and tensing her body along with clenching her tiny fist tightly in his hair, the little mage squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to force the stars and pain from her senses; right fist and both legs flailing wildly between steps as she stumbled the small steps back towards him and hit at anything that wasn't protected by the angry shield. Reeling from the hit with her eyes squeezed shut to boot, her hits weren't aimed anywhere specific on the man's body but they'd rain down all the same; side, shoulder, bicep, thigh, crotch (if he was silly enough to leave THAT unprotected) each hit punctuated with a syllable of her cries.

If there was any doubt about how much Sey knew about hand to hand fighting it was quite obvious now in her mad flailing while holding herself up and against her opponent by his hair. If he was standing straight up, the deep hold she had in his hair would force her to press up onto her tip toes, barely skimming the ground and in turn, during all the crazy flailing of the limbs, the White Mage would grab for another tuft of hair with her right hand in an attempt to further stabilize herself against his attacks.

The cameras recorded the scene that was being broadcast to TVs all over Gaia, including in the Temple of Falis: Seyumi Kaikou, tiny ineffectual legs and fists flying as she clambered on top of Dash via hair with a killer headache and slowly clearing vision, all the while squealing in pain and excitement. Lookit that White Mage uh... Go? Poor Dash had a monkey on his front.

Post Five! (1/2)

He'd have only a few seconds to feel the pride stirring within him at the site of the white mage. The battle mage.

Sey Wrote:

"AAA-

POW

Iiiiiiiiiittaaaaaiiitaitaitaitaitaitatitai~!"

Well, not so much the battle-mage, not just yet, but he beamed as she grew a little less pathetic in his book.

A book that was fondly critical of the little priestess, mostly due to her forsaken god. Still, she wasn't quite as beaten or bloodied as he'd imagined, and it disarmed him- the fact that she and Afro-Shield were trading blows nearly gave him pause, however-

WHUMP. "Ack!"

The butt end of his spear gave it first. He was in mid-step with his right leg when the shaft of the Midgard Serpent came crashing into the back of his left knee, crumbling everything that supported him before he knew what was happening. Suddenly, he was going down, yet again, only this time he had an option. As conditioned reflexes and instincts kicked in, the surprised Lancer's actions became deliberate. Even taken by surprise, from behind, he would not panic and taking the closest path to a firm grounding was automatic.

As the half-demon's left knee shot forward his right shot upwards, transforming itself into a stomp more than a step.

THOOM.

He dropped to a kneel, right foot thundering against the grating at the same time as his left knee, gritting his teeth as what would have to be his polearm grinded against the inside of his kneel with the pressure of Fox's weight. That grinding made him smile, it hurt, but he could only grin because that grinding meant the Midgard Serpent had slithered it's way back to his master. Fox's putting the weapon between him and the half-demon was a crucial mistake.

The hand would wrap around the jagged, out of control nest of dreadlocks at the back of Stryphe's head as the Lancer would take his weapon in hand.

He leaned backwards, sending his left hand behind his back, palm out, to grab the butt-end of the spear. His right reached back over his shoulder and under Fox's right arm to take hold of the shaft near the middle, assisted by the half-demons backwards lean.

And then, as Fox was directing his forehead into Stryphe's brain, he would be swept up in a squall of wood and steel, in three motions. The first would be an abrupt jerk, the half-demons left hand pulling upwards as his right yanked down, almost completely unhindered by Fox's grip at the top of the spear. The shaft, between the two of them, would slam against the left side of Fox's head mid-headbut.

With a snarl, and still moving into his backwards lean, the half-demon shot upwards and back, racking the wood and steel bar against Fox's chest and sending enough backwards force to send the (hopefully) stunned man in the same direction. If the head-cracking twist of the halberd and the backwards shove did what they were supposed to, the half-demon would jerk his upper body downwards and pivot ferociously to the left in a 270 degree spin, wrenching both his hair and his halberd from Fox's grip and sending the blade, now parallel with his shoulders, around to lick Fox's torso.

5/17 2/2

Goddamnit, Stryphe.

This was odd, as Valentine hadn't increased his speed again. Instead, he opted to step diagonally outwards more to his foe's left so that the blade would not catch him. In addition to this, his opponent decided to go up on one leg like he was some sort of ballerina in an attempt to kick Valentine in his spin. What the point to this was Valentine had no idea. The sword was longer than the man's leg so it wouldn't hit anything. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the sword which on it's downward spiral would catch Valentine's leg. It would give a nice little slice, but nothing that was going to drastically alter his ability, or lack there of to fight.

With his opponent in a full spin and him having just gave Valentine a going away present, he would grit his teeth at the pain. The man would make a quick dash into his opponent's personal space. He made it a point to get to where if his sword came around only his foe's arm would hit Valentine instead of the blade. What was he going to do to the scrawny b***d that his opponent was? He was gonna beat the living st outta him. At the time Valentine had gotten into the area his opponent would no doubt have his right side facing Val. The hands of Valentine wouldn't hesitate at all to lock in a Muay Thai clinch around his opponent's neck. There would be a small distance between him and his opponent to allow Val's knees to slip in and attack, but not much more. Speaking of knees, that's exactly what Valentine would be using. Starting with his left knee, he would begin to switch off between the two taking turns at ramming into the man's ribs, and hip.

3/17

The sword slashed through the man's mid shin and shortly thereafter hit the floor. Reacting to Valentine's movement, his right foot landed right after the sword hit floor, only half a second or so after. While the foot evacuated it's roundhouse kick motion, however, the sword lifted from the ground further to Malenexum's left.

Since the sword was being held by Malenexum's left hand, all the vampire-like creature would have to do was push the floor with the foot that had just landed and move left-wise, as the sword would almost instantly reposition itself upwards and backwards, then thrust quickly at Valentine. To explain the aforementioned move in detail, his left arm, which had been stretched far right to the point that his left hand was next to his right shoulder, would now retreat as far left as it could while aiming the blade to his right and then push forwards-- similar to using a cue (stick used to play pool)-- all in a single, fluid motion.

It was the equivalent of a quick retreating side-kick but with an added viciousness to it, being more of a retreating stab across the abdominal area. This would all happen as the man closed the distance of four and a half or so feet between them that had been the sword's previous effective range, it's current effective range having been turned to a much more effective one foot and a half that could be used all the way to four and a half feet or so in total.

"WOohOohoOoO!"

In a defiant sense of humor, Malenexum mocked the man that approached towards him. While his right arm was ready to defend Malenexum should the man still make it past the sword, elbow tucked in to being just next to his ribs, it was the hand of this very arm, located near his face, that was also flipping the man off with a rude finger gesture. Both electric blue eyes frowned at the man, while blood-soaked smile presented itself in spite.

If the stab was succesful... well, let's just say he'd be 'picking the trash and throwing it in the thrashcan'. If it didn't, there were still other ways to get to the desired effect...

This was going to get interesting...!

Three

Another pointless show of wits...

...only to be shredded in bloody slits!

Another body count for the pit!

[MP:135/135]

IV

As Val continued his way forward, getting sliced along his midsection, Malen would twist the blade and retract it when he'd feel the body step into the right edge of the blade and continue forward. This would cause a wide (not deep) chunk of the skin and muscles found over Valentine's right ribs to be sliced off and fall to the floor like a thick slice of ham.

At the same time this happened, Malen's right hand, which had been protecting his face and expecting a similar attack, would now extend outwards, uncurling all it's fingers in the process, towards the opponent's incoming attack and deflect it out of the way, pushing the elbow higher than it was supposed to be and his own head accelerating it's retreat backwards-- which his whole body had been continously doing since the start to keep sword range effective. Right after that, Malenexum would use the self-same open hand to come down to the man's face and his own momentum would change, a grin seething of malice spreading through his visage. The deflection and the semi-grab would be a fluid movement, just about, of his hand going up and then down/forward.

Malenexum would use the man's face as a structure to push, his body suddenly shifting it's retreat to a charge in a heartbeat. The hand would not curl it's fingers in enough to get a good grip on the face, but to keep it steady from leaving the hand palm. The arm would stay in the same place, as his body moved forward, and, when his whole body had moved forward enough, he'd pit his whole weight, strength and momentum against the man by extending his arm forwards and stopping his new movement. It would only take two steps, and then a frantic push of his arm and throwing the opponent as far away from himself as he could to pull this off.

He'd waste no time in using this push to his advantage, and as soon as he had pushed, he'd take the already retracted sword and thrust forwards again at the area he had intended to attack previously while Valentine would be moving backwards from the push. He'd not only do that, but he'd retract the sword again and begin to thrust and retract the sword frantically and consecutively, panting fiercely, as the man attempted to recover from the push.

Dodge THIS, you MAGGOT!

A look of pure bloodlust filled Malenexum's face, and with each pant, caused after each thrust, bits of saliva would spit out into the air through clenched teeth and fangs. Electric blue eyes wide open, staring out from a crimson red-stained face from his dive in the pool of blood below them.

While he was eager to open a few holes into the man's body, he would also use a small ammount of prudence. After three or so stabs, he'd stop and take things into slightly less lethal proceedings... though still savage enough to get his message through:...

...he'd win by the count of TEN!

Four.

Allow me to introduce you into the slaughter house!

I'm just pissed that my winning streak you'd try to douse!

Now hold still and feel my blade through you trounce!

[MP:135/135]

V

AH ******! This getting cut up thing was painful, yet it was necessary. Life's a b*h like that ain't it? Not like it mattered now, there was no time to worry about such trivial things. This of course was because Valentine had so much adrenaline speeding through his body, he didn't notice immediately. He was so focused on the fact that his attack had just been knocked away. That simply wasn't acceptable by Val's standards.

The man had managed to slip away somehow once more, but he wasn't going to do it again. Valentine was going to make sure this b*****d felt the pain one way or another. So, as his elbow was shoved aside he would move with it. Causing his body to go into a 360 like motion as he would step forward. This in turn meant, that he would bring the back of his left elbow to come crashing into his retreating opponent's face. With any luck the man would be far too dazed to do much else.

5/17

Flailing like a fish out of water and feeling her tiny, un-callused knuckles protest as they collided with shield and skin, Sey missed her grab with her right hand and instead of getting a fistful of Afro, she got a fistful of Dash's face with her fingers digging in and catching the bridge of his nose and blocking his right and possibly poking his left eye with her tiny, pretty manicured nails. She was trying to find something, anything to hold onto and her head still hadn't cleared from the previous hit; ears still ringing from the punch.

If he was thinking this fight was ridiculous, she was thinking it was just suicide. She wasn't built for hand to hand brawls with men! This whole fight was a sick little joke - a dream that she'd wake from in the hotel... Right?

Dashboard Wrote:

Dash bent his knees and suddenly pushed forward off his right leg, ramming the shield into Sey. Simultaneously, he reached around the shield with his right arm, placed it in the small of the woman’s back and grabbed hold of her clothing. Effectively, Dash was hugging the mage into his shield. Why did he do this?

“C’mon.”

Dash grunted some as he pressed upwards with his left arm, lifted with his right, and straightened his legs. The predicted result: the ANGRY SHIELD being lifted at a slight angle with Sey forced on top of it. He wouldn’t lift her high, just enough so that her feet were no longer on the ground.

“Let’s take a walk.”

Dreams didn't punch her in the face, crush her against metal shield or heft her off her feet - not without a happy ending and a dance routine at least.

Crying out as her feet left the ground, Sey pulled and clawed at Dash's face and hair, digging her left hand in deeper as he grabbed onto her, his hand on her back further motivating her to yank as hard as she could to draw blood and pain. She would NOT go down without a fight... And the perfect souvenir when this was all over would be a large chunk of Dash's scalp.

Kicking her feet and clambering for some sort of balance or purchase with her lower limbs, Sey desperately tried to use the shield for leverage and fight the crushing grip of Dash's hand on her back; pushing off the angry barrier with her legs and knees and using the added leverage to pull even harder on whatever bit of his hair and face that she could grab and yank. He was bursting her personal bubble - hugging her against his shield and looking into her eyes like that! He had to pay for his trespasses!

Dashboard Wrote:

INCOMING SHIELD/MAGE BASH!

"Nnngg-"

There was no stopping the angry train when it started; though Sey was doing her darnedest to make sure the Conductor of said train couldn't steer very well. Left awfully vulnerable as she was off the ground with her back facing the direction they were traveling, Sey concentrated past the haze of pain and fading stars of her vision and focused on the feel of the things in her fists and trying her hardest to pull, pull, pull with all her might on them. She had tried her hardest to be a big, independent girl this time around, but old habits die hard and Sey was completely utterly and pathetically out of her element and there was nothing she could do about it... Except call for her demon.

"STRYPHE!"

The bell like cry would fill the silo, half grunt, half yell as the White Mage was sent barreling down a path unknown - the only sure thing about that path being that there was more, much more pain for everyone coming round the bend.

Falis help them all.

Post Six~ 1/2

Seyumi's phone would suddenly go off with a random text message from James.

Code: I want chinese

There was some high pitch squeaky noise in the seat next to the cop. In the center of the seat was a squirrel, a very wide-eyed, drug poppin' squirrel. He had his bag of goodies open, just poppin' those badass pieces of candy into his mouth.

He turned towards the cop, and he began to talk, all squeaky voice with no reason behind what he had to say. "Unfortunately, humanity NEVER ceases to PISS ME OFF."

Chen Ning Wrote:

He replies to the squirrel in his Asian accent, more American than of foreign words skips: "Humanity is what we-

That squirrel didn't care what he had to say. It was all blah, blah, blah. He would continue with what he wanted to say though.

"HAMMERS AND FLOODLIGHTS!"

The squirrel would put one finger up in front of the Asian man's face.

"For folks who do a lot of driving. Have you noticed that over the course of the last few years people have been operating their vehicles with increasingly poorer driving skills as the years go on. I have. And because of this I've come up with a clever way to keep these idiotic motorists in check. It all revolves around HAMMERS AND FLOODLIGHTS!"

Sweet, Valentine landed a blow it's what he lived for. Granted he had to take his fair share to actually get it through, but it was worth it. With his opponent moving backwards(Because Val was on Malenexum's right side, and the blow went to his face, meaning he'd stagger backwards if he was pushed by the attack) Valentine would continue the rest of the rotation so that he would face his opponent once more. Ah ******, he was dizzy. Valentine had to make a mental note that he wasn't going to be doing that again unless absolutely necessary. Val had to make sure that his opponent's 4'8" long piece of annoy the **** outta Valentine didn't come into to play. Valentine's rotation would certainly be able to end before his opponent was able to move back 4'(Distance obtained from Duke of Id) not that it mattered as the man decided to start early. That 14lbs, 4'8" son of a b*h had to take a good amount of effort to get going especially with one hand. Yet, it still was able to connect with the man's knee. The blow was weak, not even being able to cut through the King's pants. This gave the King brand new opportunities. The way he figured it was that if the attack was that weak, his opponent must have bad positioning. Something that Valentine most certainly couldn't let slip away. Once the blow connected, Val would push it away with his knee. No doubt, hurting his opponent's balance once more. Swooping in like a vulture on fresh meat, Valentine would pressure in on his opponent hard.

The new positioning of the two would cause him to be right in his opponent's face, meaning if he swung that piece of metal nothing but his arm would touch Val. Pressuring in as much as he could without losing his ability to attack, he would shift into a new stance. This of course was second nature to Val, and was performed with as much ease as taking a step. With his new stance at the ready, Valentine was ready to start the beating of a lifetime. A flurry of punches would find themselves launching at his opponent's face, and no they would not stop until the man was on the ground. That's the way Valentine was hoping this would work, because throwing these things ******** hurt after a while.

EDIT:.: Weight and length of sword obtained from Duke of Id, and wrong image code. Judges word is law. :.

6/17

Chen was saved from having an eye full of hot potato by his shades, the french fry squishing against the pane before the squirrel crazily went flying into the crowd. His left hand came up and removed his shades, his right going into the pocket of his overcoat and removing a napkin. He cleans off the front of his shades then replaces them, his eyes quickly catching the image of the squirrel as it goes off to try to attempt a potato massacre.

This was possibly the most random thing to happen to him this day, but a job was a job. Extending his right hand, he concentrates on the hopping body of the squirrel. Mental forces conjure from his mind and manifests itself around his hand in a shimmering manner. Unless one was a psychic themselves, this distorting energy would be invisible to the naked eye.

Mind over matter, he uses his psionic force to stop the squirrel mid way, keeping it from stabbing more people in the eye with its arsenal of hot, steamy french fries. The squirrel would find itself frozen in midair, as if time itself had stopped. Being as little as it was, it was no problem for Chen to use his power to take control over its body.

Next thing it would know, it was being hovered across the air back to Chen, which then its arms would be squeezed against the side of its body with the cop's right hand, caught in his bind.

"Guess what? I handle people who drive poorly every other day. You're under arrest for assaulting an officer, little animal."

This was pretty sad, arresting a small squirrel.

The squirrel went all Matrix style, since squirrels are good at bending, leaping, and changing direction.

"HAAAAH!"

It's little hand chopped down on Chen's right hand, knocking the man's hand down then leaped onto his left arm, clawing its way up. It had the bag of pills in its other hand. Tiny bag, for a squirrel, but probably about 10 pills in it. It grabbed the pills out with its left hand as it got to his face, just as he was speaking.

Chen Ning Wrote:

"Guess what? I handle people who drive poorly every other day. You're under arrest-

So, his mouth was wide open and the squirrel stuffed the pills in the man's mouth, along with a right punch to said mouth to make the man swallow.

"I HATE COPS!"

And then the man would finally get the squirrel with his right hand and cuff him.

"RAAAAAAPE!"

The the squirrel and the cop got shot by the cieling mounted automated turrets, mowing them both down in a torrent of sudden gunfire.

What hell was this s**t? >:{

Spectators aint suppose to be fighting or causing trouble on the sidelines. If it was a different arena, Deity Inc probably had their power-armor clad security shooting explosive rounds into troublemakers. Its happened before, it'll happen again. Hypocritical? Hellz yes. But nobody cared. The missile silo however, had automated gun turrets installed last year, which well, did the job much sloppier than with some kind of one shot kill. They just simply ripped things to shreds with a wall of supersonic ballistics. Too bad it ruined the reinforced concrete walls of the silo. s**t was gonna need fixing.

Thanks to the antics of a squirrel, Chen's body had been filled with various bullets, and blood was spilling in a bath around him. Irony aside, he was dying, as his vest was doing no good in helping against all the bullets.

"Well, it was a good life while I lasted. Even if I'm not married, haven't caught my greatest enemy yet, and have yet to get the fullness of life, I suppose it's best to leave such a world. It was just fate."

While Chen was mentally being paranoid, his unconscious body was being dragged out of the place for healing by some people he had no idea about. But the unawareness of the help had him continue to mutter his last will from his lips.

Mean while, Dash's whip was being ******** with upstairs.

He might wanna get on that soon.

Valentine would get in his stance, only to drop it. He would turn around, and go back to watching Dash and Fox do whatever it is they do.

7/17 Finish.

She just kept going! It baffled him to no end. In spite the hopelessness of the situation, the Asian woman continued to fight on. Under different circumstances, Dash might have commended her for such determination. After all, he knew the nature of Heaven or Hell (although he often wondered if anyone else did). First and foremost they were here to entertain the masses, be it through showmanship or sheer brutality. Dash always chose the former for he wasn’t one of those psychotic bastards trying to rip off arms and sever legs. At least, there was no one in this scrub fest that he had the desire to brutalize in that manner.

SCRATCH! PULL! RIP!

And then Sey had to go and mess with his looks. Blood seeped from wounds created by the mage’s nails. He’d move his head to the side, protecting his eyes and limiting majority of the damage to left side of his face.

The charge continued, his path not wavering too far from its intended route. He had a hell of a time trying to keep hold of her and would have lost control altogether was it not for:

Impact.

Following the ALL-BASTARDS sandwich, Dash took a couple steps back. He had finally freed himself of the mage’s grasp and was now able to assess the situation. His eyes never went further than the clump of bloodied dark brown hair clenched tightly in woman’s fist.

W…What?

First he ran his right hand along his face, feeling the sting of the multiple scratches, and then through his hair. There was a large patch of raw flesh where ‘fro used to be.

He nearly dropped his shield.

Dash was visibly trembling. At first it was shock. He had been defiled, his stunningly good looks ruined! Then all at once, his surprise turned to RAGE. His eyes burned with hatred that was once only reserved for Katie of Honestly Nice Guys. The stained right hand clenched into a tight fist. It’s a shame that the arena’s passive effect hindered his ability to channel Ki. If it hadn’t, the guy would be a torrent of swirling FITE ENERGY right about now.

“Y…You….”

No, there was no point in speaking anymore. Words could not convey his anger.

He had something better in mind.

Dash’s right hand shot down and grabbed firm hold of Sey’s hair. If she fell from the collision, he’d yank the woman back to her feet. His left arm would lift slightly, lining the ANGRY SHIELD up in front of her face. Viewers at home held their breath; many of them even shielded their eyes. For a moment it looked as if the angry black man was about to bash the Asian woman’s face into his shield repeatedly.

And he would have too, were it not for his teammate’s voice.

C. Fox Wrote:

GODDAMMIT, DAAAASH!!!

“…”

And Dash doubled over in pain, jerking Sey’s head violently to his right before releasing her hair altogether.

“SSSSSSSSHIT! YOU LITTLE-“

Dammit, she STILL insisted on fighting.

The anger shield hit the ground as both hands went to cup his aching man-regions. That’s all right though, ‘cuz Fox had his back!

Post 8 : (1/2)

Dropping down on her knees as the halberd hit it’s mark and Dash let go, Sey fell to her left and as the pain from the jerk of her neck sparked stars in her eyes. She couldn't see - but she heard steps...

Quote: -Hyyyuuuuuh-!!!

Pushing down and back behind her on the shaft, the halberd's BUSINESS end was sent blindly towards her back - where Fox would be - Sey's vision flashed and went black...

She tried her best.

Post 8

KAY OH!?