Firebrand Tavern

About 6 hours before the official start of the fights....

"Okay. You're absolutely sure that it won't be burned to the ground this time."

A green-haired man was standing out front, arms folded across his chest as a stout dwarf with a viking helmet stood next to him. "Ach, ladeh. Ah ad'eh sim ext'r impro'ents, yeh win'tbeh disah'pented. Stohn'garn'tehd nit ta beh'n."

"Watts. They burned the stone down last time."

"Dwa'f sto'n."

The man looked down at his dwarf companion with a blank stare for a few moments before shrugging. "Whatever you say. C'mon. Better get the rest of it cleared out for the main event, a little publicity never hurt anything."

The duo headed into the building.

If it walks Challenge it....

A second man, sat at an out of the way table. He wore an equaly gay and tight suit, though his was green. His outfit had a few accouterments the red ranger's didn't.

He sat, a glass of cream soda in front of him. the mouth part of his green dragon helmet was raised. Mr.Green's white gloved hand wrapped around the glass as he sat waiting for this fight to start.

He didn't really have much to say, so instead he said nothing, he sat there, long dagger at his side. He sipped his glass. His guess was he'd be the second to fight, so mostly he'd have to wait til Gary finished his fight.

.....If it fights Kill it

Having heard the horror stories of pesky news crews and rabid Heaven or Hell fans, Canaan had taken care that he got to the place where he was scheduled to fight as soon as possible. It was the Firebrand Tavern, a cozy little bar that was a far-cry from what the warrior had come to expect, given all the craziness that surrounded the Black Sand Bar.

"Anybody home?"

Pushing the door open and stepping through, Canaan noted that the entire place had been entirely cleared out save for three people in funny costumes that happened to be lingering around near the bar. One one a green costume and was sipping at a drink, there was a red guy in the back twirling a sword, and a woman that didn't seem to want to fit in with the group - maybe she was a waitress that didn't get the memo of what was going on today?

"Right, you guys are Super Sentee?" Or however the hell you were supposed to pronounce that. And he thought Yasuo had a funky as hell name.

Sitting down on a table nearby he looked over the three, who by now must have been deciding amongst themselves who was going to be fighting the first member of Shattered Steel that had walked through the door. Personally, Canaan didn't care which one of them decided to come after him, he'd come prepared.

Yes, even though none of his weapons were visible on his body, and all he was wearing was a blue shirt and some jeans, the man had plenty of armor and protection just waiting to be called into action. Yeah, slow start indeed.

Surprise, surprise

His team actually had gotten here before the most of his opponent's.

It wasn't a big shock. Shattered Steel was probably treating this as a by round, and if he was in their shoes he would have done the same. Fox Kids had never produced something as offbeat and just plain bad as the Power Rangers and seeing as this professional tournament had a team based around them he could understand why no one would feel like getting out of bed when one fighter should be able to disable each those one of those colored maniacs without much effort. The first guy on the opposing team even had blue hair. He could tell why they were so snobby; Super Sentai aired on ABC Family. Shattered Steel aired on Cartoon Network. That was such a big difference. Sarcasm dripped off his every thought, but he decided to just keep playing the part. They won't be showing this fight on TV due to the massive media attention more popular people were generating. If these kids were hoping to jump start their show's rating by participating in a tournament, they were going to be s**t out of luck this round.

The blue haired man sat down. Gary watched him under the cover of his helmet as his opponent had probably assumed much of the team was doing since this guy was the only member of his own to arrive already. He didn't even have the motivation to stand up. This guy had to ******** sit down. Moving a bit from his position on the wall Gary decided he was going to make the first interaction between the two groups for today since everyone else would be looking at him to fight first anyhow. He waved his right hand in a friendly gesture to his foe not really caring if he got anything back in return. It was just to show that least one team respected the other.

"Hello." He said breaking the ice with a cinder block. "My name is Gary Oliver. This is Mr. Green, Tsuki and Page... I mean Will. Guess we're fighting today. Haha." He laughed putting his right hand on his hip. His sword was still pointed at the ground. "Do me the honor; fight me in front of our millions of viewers." He said epically. Now his hand made a fist. Not like a fist he would punch with. A fist he used to convey that he meant business.

Canaan was by far less bitter about this whole thing than the Red Ranger and Rhoslyn. Sure these guys looked sort funny in their costumes and the news crews didn't look all that pumped, but Canaan still expected a good fight out of them. If they were pushovers they likely wouldn't have gotten past the judging process.

"I'm Canaan Noble," he said with a smile, "This fine gentleman next to me is Rhoslyn Vernal. And I'm still waiting on my other two friends, Kain and Yasuo. You guys'll like Yasuo." People with goofy names always seemed to know the secret handshake of companionship.

Cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck, Canaan hopped up off the table - the camera crews immediately focused on him as he began to walk toward the Red Ranger. "I don't have any real stipulations for the match, other than to make it a good one."

Now seemed like a good time to enter BATTLE MODE.

Activating his dragon-spirit, bright blue light engulfed his arms and his legs, giving way in a shower of sparks to a set of blue metal gauntlets and greaves. The thick armor would help protect against the Red Rangers blade, while the razor sharp claws on the fingers and toes would allow Canaan to rip through the ranger.

There were also a few added buffs that came with the appearance of the gauntlets, naming an increase in physical strength. He'd have no problem cracking the rangers helmet if he landed one good solid punch. When this energy was flowing through his body, Canaan couldn't help but be psyched up and feel ready for a big fight.

Canaan quickly got into a fighting stance, bringing both his heavy metal fists up like a boxer and spreading his legs apart to shoulder width. He couldn't exactly raise up on the balls of his feet due to them being encased in steel, but that wasn't going to hinder his performance in the battle.

"Whenever you're ready, Red."

Last but not least, the shinobi would show up in the doorway seemingly careless. Just as the other team members had, he too went to the table that Canaan had been sitting at. He gave a quick glance to each of the competitors on the other end, picking out the one in a funky looking green costume as his interest rather than the one in red. Before he could even get a greeting out,

"The hell is that?"

The shinobi whispered to his teammates. "A frog? Or some sort of raging teenager?" It was well known in todays society that teenagers had a tendency to express themselves in brightly colored outfits and odd-natured activities. He guessed this was no different, really.

He had his gourd of water on his back, wrapped up and sealed tightly , his blade crossed opposite upon it, and his miscellaneous smaller weapons in his inner vest pocket. He was definitely prepared for this match, in his mind and body. There wasn't going to be much that could stop him, unless of course these guys had something clever up their sleeves.

"Hm." Yasuo hummed to himself while examining the arena. There was stone everywhere, perfect for his Earth affinity. He had also heard that there was a tradition of burning down this place, something that seemed nigh impossible due to its structure. "Eh." It was time to focus on who fights who now, so most thoughts would cease.

Well, while Ross was getting his eyes off, Kain was leaning over the bar for a mug. A good strong one was what he found and it'd do just fine to hold the contents of the mickey of Stolichnaya Vodka, stashed away in his duster. The Devil, Mug in one hand and sword in other, went about his business to marrying the two - WODKA & MUG.

"So, you guys are--uh..--"Filling up his glass, "...fawk this is ridiculous..."he murmured under his breath. Power Rangers. Power. Rangers. Kain shook his head in disappointment before taking a mighty swillin' o'that booooooze.

On his way back to the 'ring' side table, he snagged a chair and flopped down onto it, resting his legs up. Hopefully Canaan didn't get bored enough, The Devil could use the time to catch up on his afternoon nap.

And the third page statistical fight was underway.

Hopefully more sectaries would have their chances of promotion jettisoned with the archive footage of this match when the day was over.

It wasn't too shocking to see the blue haired man stand, power up and then acquire himself some new gear. Most of these hotshots rolled that way, and he had made no assumption whatsoever by what he saw when he first entered the bar. No one was stupid enough to enter this tournament with just their skinny white a** and puffy anime doo. It was that and the fact that the judging process would have weeded out the guys joining who would defiantly end up another casualty which could make for bad news for Heaven or Hell. Gary had an idea what to expect from these guys, and from what he could see from their glaces they already had guessed the ending of this episode.

Gary would step forward with his right foot and would simultaneously send a right punch to the man's face.

The show was underway.

Too bad no one was watching.

1/17

Taking his mind off DATASS in time to see the guy swinging for Canaan, Rhoslyn jumped the ******** back and went off to the side closer to the kitchen, trying to keep his space from the fight. Close enough to be in easy Striker range, and near a few of the tables, but far enough to not actually be interfering.

He opened his briefcase, and reached in, wrapping his hand around... something. Dun dun duh.

"OH s**t!"

He reered and cackled in glee.

"YES! YES!"

The use of a chair was spectacular, Kain was a big fan of improvised weapons and, though, sure they were available and at hand (lol) it was lovely. Personally, reflecting, he would've done the same; taken the hit to get in the punch, but that's because he was a glutten for punishment, not because it was tactfully sound.

The Devil knocked back another swig in celebration. Now that the fight was finally underway, he rocked forward onto his feet and watched much more intently on the action. Too long, definitely too long since his last fight.

This Red Ranger figure seemed to be pretty stuff, being able to shrug off a chair blow to the ribs. It wasn't bad, nor rare for any warrior to shrug off a blow like that anyway though. In fact, it almost seemed like it were regulation amongst most warriors around the world, including himself. There was something that even Yasuo wouldn't have totally expected though, coming up.

The stab...

"Wha-" was the only thing that left his mouth as the blade came in for what would obviously be a deadly strike. Yasuo had hoped that it was intended for Canaan to dodge, otherwise things looked mighty fishy for what many called a "Power Ranger" to use such force in a tournament. Canaan turned out to be ok though, and had even been able to turn things around. It looked like he was about to-...

"Hm." Yasuo brought his hand to his chin, and his other supporting its elbow.

Kenji III Wrote:

Too bad no one was watching.

The Commander was watching-

Rhoslyn Vernal Wrote:

DATASS

No, that’s not what he was watching. The skirmish was underway and The Commander looked on with genuine interest. He completely expected these two gentlemen to stare at each other from across the room, both refusing to make the first move because they were paralyzed with the fear of being countered.

He was wrong. Perhaps the Ensign would get his promotion. But the night was still young, and there was still plenty of time for s**t to go wrong.

"Sir, that last attack looked malicious. Isn't this tournament non-lethal?" The Ensign asked with a look of wonder scribbled upon his face.

"Short answer, YES, long answer, NO."

"Uh.. Sir Isn't 'NO' shorter then-?" A raise of the Commander's gauntlet silenced the Ensign.

"Quiet, this is getting good."

Red's attempt at DEFLECTION didn't work exactly like he thought it would, given that Canaan had stepped forwards and to the outside during the sword thrust. Meaning that his fist was well up past the rangers forearm as the sword was just coming back from reaching its apex.

Nevertheless!

The ranger managed to knock Canaan's wrist up and to the left with his bicep or inner elbow, or whatever part of the arm Canaan's own wrist happened to be at. None of this really made a lot of sense, but ******** you it still worked anyway.

"Grr."

Canaan fought to control his annoyance at being denied, needing to keep his composure as the ranger side-stepped around to his left side. This would put him on the outside of Canaan's defense, with his rips perfectly exposed to attack. Quickly, the dragon warrior retracted his left hand as Red's own free hand came in for some kind of fingery punch thing. The tips of those fingers simply touched Canaan's wound, and Canaan grabbed that wrist to keep it from happening, then---s**t WENT DOWN.

WHAM

Canaan suddenly took a hit to his shoulder as black and red and brown engulfed his field of vision. It was THE MOTHA ****** KAIN. And here he was smashing a chair over the Red Rangers head, no doubt the guy would be feeling that st in the morning. Meanwhile, Canaan tumbled off to his left, releasing the rangers arm in the process and taking some nasty foot to the face in the process. The devil was most likely going to end up landing on top of the Red Ranger.

When all was said and done, Canaan would be in a kneel with Kain and Red Ranger on his right.

"What the monkey balls just happened?"

[3]

Rhoslyn watched s**t go down with a pleased little smirk on his face. It seemed that the other guy thought he was gonna pull something off, but when Kain FLYINGCHAIR'd him upside the head, Rhoslyn knew exactly where this was going. Well, not quite exactly, but when the man did the smart thing and used gravity and steel to prove his point to Kain...

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-!"

Rhoslyn ducked and covered his head.

"-SNAAAAAAAAP."

Rhoslyn looked back up and grinned. Looked like he'd have to fill in for Kain in Round 2. That suited him just fine.

He got his THANK YOU MA'AM!"

As the striker speedily slithered down the blade his blood, which for some reason hurt like a b*h, began to get on his suit and helmet a bit, and a quick thought that this guy might be able to still grapple him even with the sword through his gut. That st wouldn't be good. He was already going to have a fun time picking pieces of chair out of his skin after the fight. Gary didn't need more s**t to worry about addressing after the match, and regardless he knew it wouldn't be smart to have him rest on top of him. So he would tilt the sword (which was still pointed up mostly being balanced against the hardwood floor with his left hand) to the left quickly before the guy could stab his shoulders with the leftover seat and missing most of the man's stomach blood as it narrowly dropped passed him as he would at the same time would roll to the right. He had every intention of going right back at Blue until...

Pop!

Bang!

and Crack!

Places on his chest his helmet began to literally explode. Patches of skin; blown off. Blood; spilled. n**e; nonexistent. Ribs; crunched twigs. The list was going on as he stumbled around in a panic to figure out what the ****** was going on around the bar. He now was totally blind with the helmet on as he began to get destroyed. The heavy duty plastic was melting and burning as he reached up with his free hand and snatched it off his head tossing it onto the ground. He was short of breath. Blood ran down his chest like he was auditioning for the role of Jesus in Passion of the Christ.

Red slowly stood up.

"Who's next?" He asked cocking half of a smile. His body was shaking uncontrollably now.

But he still was going to keep on going as long as he possibly could. Under the floor where Blue stood a sizable hole meant for his left foot would begin to form. The dwarven stone would slowly digress away from the wood that encased it forming the foot hole. The only problem was that Gary couldn't control the wood, but Blue weight did and since it was only an encasing the wood wasn't thick enough to support the heavy weight of the man's left greave. This would then be the reason Blue's left foot would suddenly crash down into a small four foot deep hole as soon as Red stood up.

5/17

-Striker-

As Gary fell, and the dragoon guy started stalking toward him, Mr. green would stand in a flash. the force with watch the 6 foot tall green ranger stood was enough to knock his chair back a few feet. His left hand raised toward the roof.

As his left hand pointed the water from his and Tsuki's soda would form into a ball, flying quickly toward the 200 lbs chandler a few feet over Canaan. The goal, to send the chandler down on to Canaan's head as he walked toward Gary, but with enough room for Gary to roll away, or avoid the chandler all together.That's right bitches, Mr.Green could control water.

A sigh escaped from Mr.Green's helmet as all he was left with was sugar in his cup, he was enjoying that cream soda. Oh well, the price you pay right?

(5 seconds)

He would then step over to the wall, leaning back, crossing his arms over his chest as he would wait and watch til it was his turn to fight, after all it was out of his hands now.

(9 seconds)

-editorial note-

The reason the water would cut the chain is because it would be pressurized much like a water drill.

The man really was a tough cookie, Kain had to give him that. No doubt he be feeling the heat. But, the Devil couldn't be bothered further while he had his drink back in hand, no point in holding back now, took it all back. The alcohol burned down his throat to his pierced stomach, volatile blood and booze having a nice mixer.

Stinging so profound, he clenched his fist tightly enough to draw a line of blood in palm. The sight wasn't nearly as pitiful as some may initially think, those, of course, folks who didn't know the Devil. Hauling himself to the table he leaped from, he scoured its surface but didn't find ...

Where the hell did I put them..---OH, yes.

He staggered to the duster set aside at the bar, that's where his stogies were and this situation garnered the smoking of one. Immediately finding the sizeable things and puffing on it, devoid of its delicious sanctity for, what seemed like hours, was a treat. He elated in the powerful smoke filling his lungs, stomach still bleeding quite fiercely, could be just dizzyness from some bloodloss or the flashing and bright lights could be a glimpse of something more.

Yes! It was a vision, and, he heard voices calling out to him by name, so happy to say his name and see him so closely. Flash, Flash! So much brilliance it almost overwhelmed him. Beautiful.

"KAAAAAIN! Can you tell us your feelings on the STRIKER----"

Whu...goddamnit. And it was such a nice dream.

Reporters pressed themselves against the windows of the Firebrand, eager for the first hand story. Kain gave them a little wave, forcing a gladness to see them sort of smile- yeah, yeah, ye roaches- Clearly talking to people weren't in his forethoughts. Blood was decorated his lips and chin from the blood spew, his leg belly were getting a slight tight feeling as edges of blood stream dried up.

"...awww, now its getting into my boots..."

He grabbed a chair before stumbling back to his table, setting in down with no grace whatsoever, matching it with the heavy slump into it. Keeping pressure on the wound he focused his energies to slow the flow so that he could still watch the fight and not be whisked away by the unsure medics huddled at the door.

Not when there's a fight still on, boys.

"Your opponent will be me. Not Mr.Green over there."

Will would have directed his words at Rhoslyn. It seemed the man was eager to fight his viridian comrade; well it seemed that Rhoslyn would be in for a disappointment. Mr.Green wouldn't fight just yet.

"Let's have a rowdy good time when we throw down."

Will would watch Rhoslyn through the visor of his helmet and would notice the man's slight transformation. It seemed that the man had changed his hair from brown to red. Will didn't know what it meant exactly but in a place like Heaven or Hell; it would have been safe to say that it was probably something beneficial to the man. Will would bring his chair to a stable position making a slight thud sound.

"Keep guessing, Pepper-Ann."

The blue ranger go back to rocking on his chair as he awaited his turn to fight. He would open the mouthpiece of his helmet to take a ship from a glass of water. It was cold not warm like it usually was at a lot of taverns he had been too. it was just the way he liked it.

GreenRanger44 Wrote:

the force with watch the 6 foot tall green ranger stood was enough to knock his chair back a few feet.

The clatter of the chair being knocked away caught Canaan's attention, and he turned to look in the direction it'd come from. Standing up and looking positively PUMPED was the Green Ranger. The dragon-knight cocked an eyebrow.

GreenRanger44 Wrote:

chandler a few feet over Canaan.

Following the Green Rangers aim up, Canaan saw that there was now a large Matthew Perry Chandelier hanging over head. How'd that get there? He hadn't noticed it when he first walked in.

Yeah, Canaan prepared because he knew exactly what was going to be coming next. It wasn't gonna be a rain of FRIENDS episodes, either.

GreenRanger44 Wrote:

The goal, to send the chandler down on to Canaan's head as he walked toward Gary, but with enough room for Gary to roll away, or avoid the chandler all together.That's right bitches, Mr.Green could control water.

He shot the ball of cream soda up at the chain which was supporting the 200 pound object - somehow cutting it in half. With a ball of cream soda. Because obviously, ******** you.

As the massive object came plummeting down towards the ground, Canaan made an exit stage back, lunging backwards as it came crashing down onto the floor with a massive OOMPF. If it just so happened his leg had a hole under it, he'd follow the previous idea of lifting his leg up and pushing off the edge of the hole.

The expensive lighting now lay ruined on the floor in front of Canaan, who immediately scrambled to his feet. He just shook his head and continued forwards. When Canaan thought about it, he wanted to pick up the wreckage and beat both of those power rangers over the head with it. Instead, he continued to focus his magical energies and quickly advanced on the Red Ranger.

Wherever it was he may have scurried off to during the attack.

[6]

Okay, okay

Big shock;

Their striker sucked balls.

A physics defying water gun seemingly knocked down a chandelier onto the ground. He guessed it was aimed at Blue, but from where the two fighters were standing the bloodied up ranger was much closer to the giant, hanging lamp than the other guy who still had his wits about him unlike he did with his chest needing plastic surgery, heart palpitations and shortness of breath. When the dust settled from the oh so wonderfully executed jz attack he found out in this short span of seconds that that this was hardly the worst thing to happen during the match. At first he didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. He had been hit by two chairs, been blown to bits and watched as one of their strikers went down the tank, but none of that beat what his ears had just picked up on. A few years ago Red had killed this man by shoving a shovel up his a for betraying him.

He was about to do the same thing for saying...

SaiDain Wrote:

"Keep guessing, Pepper-Ann."

Pepper wut?

Was he ******** serious?

That was worse than being half dead in a Power Ranger suit.

That was worse than Mr. Green throwing soda.

"Okay Will, I'm not going to stop you while you're ahead, but we air on the same ******** station as Pepper Ann, genius." The short bus driver said motioning a hand for him to get out there. "But since I can move about as good as Michael J. Fox right now, and with you talking such good game I think it's fair to say you're up."

He said turning around to leave the bar.

"I'm going to go outside for a band aid and some more soda pop. I'm gonna shake it up and make Ross all sticky."

Red left the building.

6/17

Canaan stopped in his tracks and let out a huge sigh of relief.

He had honestly no idea what he could do the Red Ranger without killing him at this point, because technically the guy was over half dead anyway. Energy punching him in the face in order to quickly knock him out had been the plan, but now that he was walking out, or something that resembled walking, the match was over.

VICTORY, maybe!

Though, it was sorta lame.

But at least nobody died.

Since there was no more action, Canaan hopped back up onto a table and began rubbing his sore stomach. A judge began a countdown, so medical aid wouldn't arrive until the match was officially over. He highly doubted that Red would be returning to the ring, though.

[7]

Seven..

Six..

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

One.

The judge raised its arm towards Canaan, sweeping its cape behind it.

Super Sentai fighter "Gary" has remained out of the ring for more than ten seconds, and has therefore been DISQUALIFIED. Victory to Shattered Steel fighter "Canaan."

With the decision made, the Judge sat back down at the bar, where a small drink with an umbrella sat waiting for it.

It was on. It was so ******** on. Rhoslyn grinned. No. Rhoslyn smirked. Reaching into his briefcase of pain yet again, Rhoslyn wrapped his hands around the smooth shaft of his weapon. Oh yes. Stepping back and out, Rhoslyn was shown to be carrying a 36" fire axe in his hands, his left near the bottom and his right up top, moving up and down the shaft lovingly - almost suggestively.


SHIIIING!

Nothing like a good Audible Sharpness. A point of light slid up and down the end of the blade, thanks entirely to the glamour Rhoslyn was projecting. He DID have more weapons on hand (and not in the case, either), but for now, he settled for grabbing his case with his right hand, setting it down on the floor, left open and clearly holding a LOT more than a case its size should have.

Hand back on the axe, and he held it up over his head, bellowing defiance as his teeth elongated and pointed themselves, emerald-cerulean-silver tricolored eyes flashing with a burning desire to collect some ******** limbs.

"BRING IT OOOOOOOONNNN!"

Cue SHINY and a steady push of his glamour to inspire terror in the man. It wouldn't be an instant by any means, but the ancient fey knew exactly what he was doing with his illusions, and his opponent would need to deal with a sliver of fear that'd keep growing at a slow but steady rate as Rhoslyn kept the magic flowing.

Quote: |sidhe glamour|: Rhoslyn, as a fey, is capable of creating illusions to change and heighten his appearance or that of others. This ability has more to do with attractiveness and emotional states than other illusion effects - while he is capable of minor illusions to change his appearance, he cannot make things invisible, create believable false weapons/magic, etc (though he can make it look prettier). While he can sometimes seem to disappear with this power, that has more to do with blending into a crowd and making himself look forgettable, terrifying, etc. This ability can be performed at will and requires no focus. This normally manifests as SHINY.

[1]

[EDITED: to make the pic a hyperlink to the stats of the axe. Dunno HOW I forgot that during the actual post.]

"Thinking about your boyfriend back home, Pepper Ann..?" Will watched Rhoslyn jack off the shaft of his axe like that prostitute from last night. The power ranger scoffed and walked over, placing his hand on a nearby chair.

Rhoslyn Wrote:

"BRING IT OOO-!"

Will would interrupt Pepper Ann half way by throwing the chair at him hard. The Blue Ranger wasn't having any of that.

1/17

Flash!

Like lightning tons of cameras snapped his photo as two medics helped walk him over to the ambulance. Just a few minutes ago not even all the cameramen had arrived to their posts. Everyone was more interested in watching the much hyped bout starring Team Glacier than they were about watching two of Japan's namesakes going at it. Now everyone was tuned in. Reporters swarmed over to him like locusts. The medical team barely did anything to halt their ravaging advance as they sat Gary down and began working on him to stop the bleeding. It was a wonder if they knew what they were doing, but with the aid of magic they probably didn't have to go to med school to bandage up some holes. One of the medics, a young broad, put her hand over his chest. A blue pulse like wave emitted from her palm and with that a soothing sensation came over him. It was like he was smoking some grade A s**t.

"You think I could get my n**e back?" He asked. "Or does it kind of look cool in a way?" He asked looking down to where his left n used to be. Poor thing had no chance against the explosive period blood launch.

Just as she was about to say something -

"Mister Oliver! Mr. Oliver!" The first vulture had arrived. She was a cute little thing in a mini skirt with big tits. She was defiantly something nice to look at after being blown up. Giving her a strong look up and down and more down his gaze then slowly went back up to her face. Then it hit him. Out of all the reporters that would be covering this event why the ******** was she the one to always get him? Her voice trailed off, her big smile sorta went upside down and her march stopped. "You're -"

"Hurt. Badly." He said cutting her off. She had been the reporter who had covered his major news stories in the past. When he burned down Lu Bu Dojo, got arrested for rape, mustard gassed the vampire mansion and most importantly two years ago when his eyes and ears were ripped off by Sieg in this very tournament. "But I'll live. I just would like to say that Mr. Cluck\'s Chicken Shack is by far the best place to eat. Juicy white meat chicken, coleslaw and mashed potatoes for only $4.42. It's where I eat and look, I survived an explosion." He said giving the camera a hundred dollar grin and a thumbs up.

The chair came sailing straight at Kain and his 'ardent fangirl', looping his arm around her waist he kicked the two backwards, falling down on the hind legs of his own chair to the floor. The projectile shattered into pieces across the table, bits raining down on the evading two, now laying on the floor.

The Devil grunted as his stitches tore, Aña screaming as they fell. They laid for a moment before,

"OHMYGOD! Are you okay? Oh my god, poor Kain, here, let me help you." She eagerly and clumsily lifted his shirt and, for some reason, rubbing the stitched spot vigorously. "Argh." apparently, it was supposed to soothe the pain.

Grrrrrrr...why?

He turned, moving the girl and moved to stand, she, assisting. Well, there was that bit of help that wasn't so bad. And, he still had his cigar. Smoke smoke, lung cancer, smoke.

That's fine. But there was one problem to timing attacks, tinker bell would have to perform his before Will got into striking range in the hopes that once he was (in striking range) he'd get hit, but how would Perry Ann know where the Blue Ranger would be seconds ahead of time.

So when Rhoslyn brought down that heavy axe, hoping to hit Will's right arm when he came on by, the blue ranger simultaneously juked to his left (Pepper Ann's right) and placed himself at close range but to the outside of tinker bell's heavy attack. The Blue Ranger was still running with all the speed of a teenage shoplifter, or a prostitute in heels, right arm now outstretched and to his side attempting a clothesline-esque move which passed over Rhoslyn's axe hack. Except the sharp part (where the leg was broken violently) was aligned with Pepper Ann's lower face. Upper Maxilla.

Cameras flashed.

Cal eyed the tequila, and stealthily (read: very obviously, as she was in a bikini and SHINY) edged her way closer to the bar, her eyes riveted upon a bottle of tequila. She'd totally make her way over to there like a day-glo ninja, swoop up that bottle, and start drinking it in happy abandon.

Aña would, at some point, try to lick Kain's stitches in hopes for a taste of blood. It'd probably take him a while to get her off of him, both in the literal sense and in the fangirl sense.

Sip.

"Aaaahh~"

There was nothing quite like a refreshing drink after a fight. Not that Canaan had been worn out by it given it only lasted about four or five minutes. Red Ranger had staggered off into the media and the medics were taking care of him now, so nothing to worry about.

Well, almost nothing.

Ross seemed a little too eager to implement his axe and hack the Blue Ranger down to size. He hoped that the fey could control his bloodlust and not get them disqualified by going axe crazy. Meanwhile to his left, Kain seemed to be getting his ***** on with Ross' 14 year old daughter. Despite the fact that she was pouncing him and he was trying to get away.

Snicker.

Rhoslyn's narrator wasn't an idiot. And further, having just made a football reference, he understood what a juke was. But whatever, it just meant that Rhoslyn would get angrier and start thinking on how to fight dirtier and harder. After the swing kinda missed, Rhoslyn let go of the axe and let it fly off. If this guy was close enough for the LOWER part of the fire axe to hit him, Rhoslyn wasn't gonna let him get away. ****** that st, sir.

This is not a hard concept to pick up on, but this narrator will describe it so it can't be claimed that it took three seconds or whatever. Since he was already with his right foot dropped back and twisting at the waist, it was child's play to shift his feet and push off his right in an explosive sprint, aimed to tackle the s**t out of the idiot who'd DARED to turn his back on Ross. And no, not an arm tackle. A full-out wrap tackle, illustrated more or less clearly with this handy .gif.

Again, just to make this clear, Rhoslyn is built like a strong safety, and he DID know how to tackle. Yes, he used his EYES.

Oh, right.

Quote: |brownie telekinesis|: Due to his mixed fey heritage, Rhoslyn has manifested minor telekinesis akin to that of a brownie. He is typically capable of manipulating up to ten pounds, and has no limit on how many objects the weight is taken up by. This ability can be performed at will and requires no focus. While he can, say, use TK force to pull out someone's hair or mildly slap them or whatever, there is pretty much no way he'd be able to tear someone's skin off or remove an eye or whatever unless it was already hanging loose.

Mostly to be sure the guy wouldn't get away, Rhoslyn would basically telekinetically b*h-slap him upside the **** head as he ran away. It'd feel sorta like, well, a slap upside the ****** head. He was starting this as he shifted and moved into the sprint-to-tackle, so it'd hit - assuming it did - before the guy could get more than two or three feet past.

[5]

Will's narrator didn't call Rhoslyn's narrator an idiot, nor implied it.

Rhoslyn's narrator should stop being so defensive.

In other news, it was quite fine that Rhoslyn decided to play a game of football with Will. But Will was already running and that would only increase as he heard Rhoslyn shuffle around to run after him, and tinker bell would have to accelerate god damned fast to catch up with the already Power Rangers Turbo-esque blue ranger. The fairy could be built however he'd like to be, and could be as fast or tackle as good as he'd like. But the lean ****** that was Will was built like a ****** sprinter and was agile.

When Rhoslyn finally went for this awesome tackle Will with his head start would simply juke right (Pepper Ann's left) and let the fairy have a taste of the ground, but that wouldn't be enough and Will was abruptly tackled to the ground. The blue ranger would bring up his arms, making sure not to pint the sharp end of the table leg to his face, and would protect his face against the fall.

Will would live through the tackle, obviously, and would slowly begin to turn his body slightly to look at his opponent.

-edited-

And the slap... well... the slap was mild. The blue ranger could live with that.

[5/17]

The fourth wall was off-limits. Duly noted. So, Rhoslyn had this guy more or less, according to the .gif image, with his face more or less at the guy's calf, hands wrapped around the knee area.

So, he'd promptly open his mouth and sink those sharpened teeth right into the guy's right calf right after impact, intending to take a HUGE bite out of the guy's leg, outfit or not. Yeah, it was cheap, bit it worked. In the meantime, though, he had his weight on the Green Blue Ranger's legs, hands on the man's left knee.

Quote: |gravefingers|: This spell causes Rhoslyn's hands or currently grasped melee weapon to appear to rot and age, whispering with arcane energy (and typically producing the smell of putrefying flesh). In addition to the damage normally dealt by his attack, the target is also dealt magical and death damage - this will typically show as rapidly aging skin, rashes, rust, and weathering. This is sorta like D&D Negative Energy, in that it causes things to die and wither. It would actually heal an undead creature.

The plastic (? Spandex?) would begin to stiffen and decompose, while the man's general-area-around-his-kneecap would start to have its skin rot and decompose as the area went more or less numb. It wouldn't affect the bone yet, but if he couldn't get the hell out of Rhoslyn's grip by Rhoslyn's next post, the odds were that he wouldn't be able to walk again without a LOT of reconstructive surgery.

Oh yeah, and he'd OM NOM NOM as quick as he could in as many places as he could. It's fair to assume one big bite every two seconds or so, and he'd be enjoying the taste of Power Ranger blood.

[6]

The Blue Ranger was in deep st.....like a nerdy teenager who uses an inhaler and ODs when he introduced Ecstasy to his body. Pepper Ann was getting his necromancer on and was munching on his leg like if it were a very large p*s.

Man tinker bell was missing his boyfriend.

"******!" He spat at Rhoslyn and gripped the semi-sharp table leg even harder. Will would have to time this perfectly, if not his leg was ****** gone.

Will would wait until Rhoslyn took one REALLY big bite and then he attacked. It couldn't be stressed enough. RHOSLYN WAS EATING LEG MUSCLE AND WAS NOT LOOKING. The blue ranger stabbed for Perry Ann's skull, a bunch of ******** times, and at an angle to so if Rhoslyn somehow back flips out of the way while "OM NOMing" Will wouldn't stab his own leg. The weapon wasn't necessarily really sharp, so it wouldn't reach the brain, but it was still able to cause major skull damage and head trauma.

The judges would understand. This f*****t was trying to eat him out. Literally.

[6/17]

Canaan glanced up at the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

Wait a second, s**t seemed kinda bonkers.

"...huh..."

He quickly slid the medications he had been taking for his pain waaaaaay over to the other side of the counter.

//"Ross sorta looks like pac-man..."//

Tygris made the comparison based on characters from games Canaan played at night.

This still sucked.

But not so much because the damage got downplayed.

His left leg couldn't move, but the right can't have been better 'cause Rhoslyn took little bites and the Posterior tibial artery didn't exist. The blue ranger would have tried to stab Pepper Ann again but the unseen force that slapped him deflected the table leg and brought the kinda sharpen point to the side of his left thigh, slicing it slightly instead of stabbing straight through and causing more irreversible damage.

****** it. That leg was **** anyhow, Will thought and gritted his teeth and he rolled onto his back as his teammate came to the rescue. The power ranger would ck back his leg then send a pretty decent kick for his opponent's face just as Green began to back off.

((If the bone attack was for me then I'll edit that in.))

STOP!

JUDGE TIME!

[See: Debug Mode thread, page three.]

Meanwhile…

GreenRanger44 Wrote:

As his left hand pointed the water from his and Tsuki's soda would form into a ball, flying quickly toward the 200 lbs chandler a few feet over Canaan. The goal, to send the chandler down on to Canaan's head as he walked toward Gary, but with enough room for Gary to roll away, or avoid the chandler all together.That's right bitches, Mr.Green could control water.

Three times he replayed this scene, and each time he only became more confused. His eyes were watching it, the ship’s sensors were picking it up, yet his brain WAS NOT COMPREHENDING IT!

“What do you make of this, sir?” The ensign asked, clearly as confused as his commander. Silence was his retort. An armored finger tapped the side of The Commander's helm as he continued pondering the situation. His eyes had seen many things, yet few bothered him to such a degree.

Wait.

His brown eyes widened.

“PAUSE IT THERE!”

During the fourth replay, the display froze just milliseconds before the cream soda death laser struck the chain.

“Select sector 25.” A small box drew itself over the upper right portion of the chandelier. “Amplify!”

Then the picture zoomed x2.

“Again.”

X5

“Again”

X40

“Again”

X200.

“Enhance resolution.”

The image sharpened.

“AH HA! I KNEW IT!”

Dominating the view screen was an emblem resembling a flaming Leviathan with two spears crossed behind it. The leftmost spear had a feather attached, the right did not.

“SEE! RIGHT THERE!” The commander leaped from his seat and pointed at the featherless spear.

“Yes sir! I SEE!” The ensign nodded with feigned enthusiasm. “Uh… what exactly am I looking at?”

“SEE THAT! It resembles the mark of Baron Kellen von Rage! However, look at the spears! They are mirrored! The feather is supposed to be on the right!”

“Meaning…?” The Ensign still wasn’t sure what to make of his Commander’s oddly placed passion.

“Meaning, the owner of that tavern…” The Commander returned to his seat and went silent, allowing suspense to build within the bridge for a few seconds.

“Paid entirely too much money for a facsimile.” His eyes then narrowed.

The entire bridge almost did one of those massive anime faints.

“You have quite the perceptive eye, sir.”

Assuming he ever got up, the front of his pants would be clean. As O-facey as he had gotten, Ross was not horny enough to be into knife play. Plus, being a bit bloodthirsty was a distraction. It just plain ******** HURT, but he was a damn good actor and knew that even IF the guy had actually managed to get his kidney, he had five or ten seconds before it ruptured, IF the guy knew what he was doing. He also knew he'd remain awake and not shocky. So with a bit of glamour and a lot of willpower, he'd gone for the SQUICK factor. It had worked... maybe? No way of telling. Either way, he was all sorts of past the point where he could even try to pretend he liked it now.

If the camera focused now they'd see his PAINFACE - teeth clenched, eyes slightly bulged, and breath steadily increasing in almost a hiss. C'mon, go go go. No luck, the guy collapsed on top of him and dragged the knife up his back. Almost not painful, if he'd gone a few degrees shallower and, y'know, was a chick. As the stabby fella rolled off of him and got a bit nicked on Rhoslyn's overly long toebones, he mind!smirked as his leg fell back down and his torn ear itched damnably as more blood was soaked up by his shirt.

Okay. Still a few seconds. Movemovemovedammitmove!

The feeling of the guy trying to flip jarred his concentration again, but he wasn't going anywhere with Rhoslyn's upper body still pressed against him and with the wrap still on. Grinding his teeth together and hissing again, the faerie arched his neck up and tried looking in the general direction of his team-mates, mouth opening in a silent scream before he shook and collapsed down on top of the blue ranger, eyes closed as blood gushed out and down his back. His mind wandered to Kitty for the briefest of seconds, then with another quiet scream, he MADE himself call on his Hand and focus it deep inside his own body.

For the time being, he was pretty damn vulnerable to attack, since more or less all of his attention was on "use my bloodmagic to fix whatever I can". He couldn't heal the damage by any means, but he could buy himself enough time to finish this fight... he hoped. Sure, it'd keep him from using any abilities other than glamour and TK (and from using either of those to their full effectiveness) for the rest of the round, but that was a price he was willing to pay.

[8]

STRIKER

More like, Will tried turning over onto his back, but it looks like Pepper Ann wanted to cuddle some.

Blue ranger wasn't have any of that.

He lifted the table leg again, now kinda covered in blood and the deliverer of all sorts of STDs, and after rotating his torso as much as he could Will stabbed for Pepper Ann's head.

Then again and again. Of course it wouldn't Rhoslyn. How? This guy survived kidney failure. Then he tried rotating some more and that's when Canaan came along.

Blue's mistake was thinking that Will wouldn't squirm under Rhoslyn like he had done before and thinking he would be flat on his stomach. So when Will turned his hips to better look at Pepper Ann, Canaan came down on his turned torso and struck rib instead. Then kicked the blue ranger.

The air was knocked out of Will and a rib a or two broke, but better taking "bone-crushing" force to the spinal column that could easily break cause the blue ranger WAS A HUMAN.

But Will could live with that, he didn't even watch Canaan walk away. He stabbed for Rhoslyn's skull and if the ranger could help it....again.

[8/17]

Will got KO'd by the pain.

All that stabbing was last-ditch.

Shattered Steel would win this one.

((Pretty cool fight.))

[End fight]

"Looks like he had enough. Two down, one to go."

Pushing off the bar, Canaan walked over towards Ross and knelt down beside him. He was afraid to touch the guy or move him at all, didn't want to cause any further damage.

"Superb ******** job, Ross."

About that time, medics rushed onto the scene, immediately applying all the necessary bandages, gauze, disinfectant, stitches, ect. Despite the fact that Ross was pretty much like Kain in his ability to take enormous amounts of damage and continue fighting.

These guys were practically living weapons.

Blue Ranger got the same medical care, with special attention paid to his damaged leg. Rather than amputating because of the possibly of bad infection, a white mage proceeded to use his abilities to heal up the wound.

"Alright, Yathzee, looks like you're up. Take that green guy down, I'm tired of looking at him."

"Well, that was fun to watch." Yasuo commented on Rhoslyns fight. there was quite a bit of stabbing and biting in it, but it had gotten the guy to go into KO status fairly quickly. The shinobi would turn to look at his Team Captain with a smile, very much impressed with how well both he and Ross had done with their fights, along with Kain's display of pure "Explosive" spunk.

Yasuo thought to himself on this now. Two fights won meant a Team Win for Shattered Steel. Very nicely done in the time they had all been given, in his opinion. The shinobi would be up to nothing more than a play match at this point, if that stabby Green Ranger guy wanted. Of course he'd need to run it by Canaan first, as well as the judges for safety reasons. He opened his mouth,

"Canaan..." he began. "Should we let that Green ma-" Well it was obvious that his Captain had been a step ahead of him on this one.

"You got it, my friend." He complied without haste, stepping up from his chair and dusting himself off for no good reason. He picked up the water gourd and hulked it in his right hand into the arena space, placing it next to him and popping the top off of it before calling out the final Ranger.

"It's your turn, Green Man." He said with a smirk hidden beneath his facemask. This guy seemed like a firecracker already, and the display of water manipulation made things a bit more interesting. This green guy was in for a hell of a match. "Whenever you're ready."

The Tiger Seal was made

Chakra

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The Crossed Fox Wrote:

"Whenever you're ready."

The Tiger Seal was made

Chakra

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Too bad he'd never be ready, because the round was over.

2 KOs = Victory for Shattered Steel.

If anyone else wanted to throw down, then it would have to step in and if that happened...

Neither team would like the results.

Rhoslyn continued to lay there and get checked out. No, no concussion, just a lot of bruises on the head, and he'd need stich-

"Oh, HELL no."

-stiches. The assorted medical people continued to argue with Rhoslyn over the idea until he finally calmly and politely pointed out to them that they could go play a game that involved hiding somewhere and having sex with themselves because his wounds would have plenty of time to heal. After that, the rest of his checkup was relatively quick, with a few impossible-to-insult medical people going through their checklists with a cool efficiency, not minding Rhoslyn being a douche. He hurt, of course he'd be onery. That was their logic, anyway.

Anyway, after being all hooked up to an IV and being fed a potion, as well as getting a promise out of Ross to check in with them first thing in the morning tomorrow, the fey was quickly bounced out and left free to wander around as long as he kept the IV on and didn't drink. He'd spend the rest of his time in the area chatting to his team-mates, congratulating the two fighters on the other team for putting on a good show / general luck-wishing in future endeavors.

[/posts]

Yasuo would turn in tail with the rest of his team as well. Though he wanted to fight in the match, a session of people watching had very much satisfied his thirst for the afternoon. Learning much about the young generations along with a lesson in crazed teenagers and what not has taught Yasuo a very valuable lesson for life.

When your kids get older, smack them so they listen. He knew he didn't want any of his kids running around in bright colored lollipop suits and helmets to match.

The air was brisk and fresh when he got into the doorway of the Firebrand. Surely the owner would be relieved to find the place in almost one piece. Sure, a few chairs here or there, a few bottles of booze used up and what not. It was nice to see that there really wasn't any open flame anywhere, especially after that blast Kains blood let off. There was, however, a distinct smoky smell around the time the shinobi went out the door. It was weird, but it was probably nothing.

Then, a flash image suddenly popped into the ninjas head.

"Hm."

Again, it was probably nothing. The shinobi would leave with little worry.

Athan was standing just outside, making his rounds to make sure crowds weren't getting too uppity or whatnot. How was he supposed to know the match had been determined already?

"Wait a minute."

There was fire.

The Firebrand, a building pretty much made entirely out of stone, was on fire.

Athan stopped in mid-stride, pivoted on his rear foot, and just walked away.

Meanwhile… IN SPACE!

Dragosani Kain Wrote:

“Okay, I’ve seen enough.”

For the moment, the Ensign's promotion and the Firebrand tavern shared something in common.

And SOMEONE was walking out of the burning building, clothes on fire, looking mad as hell, and ready for revenge. Smoke rising off of his body, much of his clothing burned, each step taken was alight with flame and fury.

He stepped out onto the beach, where a dwarf stood, stroking his beard in deep thought.

The man on fire reached out for the dwarf.

"Watts, you lost this bet. Again. You owe me five hundred bucks."

The dwarf shrugged. "Ach lade'h, yih havteh admeh th'firewha'k wah pre'ah fuhte'wa'ch."

"Just give me the money."

"I'h wah a ge'nledwar'hs beh'."

"Then give me the gentledwarf."