Leviathan Stadium

Leviathan Stadium

It's time!

The finals for Heaven or Hell have arrived, pitting Team Shattered Steel versus Team Never Knows Best in the world renowned Leviathan Stadium. The seats are brimming with a sea of faces, human or otherwise, tens of thousands roaring sentients who have come to watch the deciding match of the year. Black-armored judges stand by, and Noah looks on from his press-box.

Hopefully, this year will not disappoint.

Terrain

General - Any fighter worth their salt should know the Leviathan Stadium's set-up. The fighting area's size allows for a certain amount of give or take to how the matches will play out.

Natural Element Resource - None.

Weapons - None.

Bonus Effects - For the finals, matches will be allowed to take place concurrently; all three fights can happen simultaneously as long as each post is 'earmarked' with a tag denoting who is fighting who. This means that teams will have to be exceedingly careful with their fourth member's Strikers, for fear of confusion.

Good luck.

Cheering,

Screaming,

Jeering.

The crowd was here and it its cries had become a living breathing entity, it rose and fell as it was fed by the antics of the arriving fighters.

It ebbed and flowed as excitement flowed from section to section. Up in the nose-bleed seats the wind whipping past the flags that ringed the stadium cracked and snapped muting some of the crowds cries, and there standing alone was Sol.

Though not usually a self promoter (even he didnt have the ego to support it) he was being paid DIRECTLY from advertising budget, so every showy entrance he did meant more money in his bonus check.

...and he was going for as many digits on that check as possible.

"OH YEAH, BROTHER"

Sol's bartitone voice cut through the crowds cheers and excitement as if it had come from every corner of the stadium, which in a sense it had, the speakers carrying his voice around the arena, the crowd beginning to look around for the source of the voice. Their searching would be rewarded as a spotlight rose up from some platform on the other side of the stadium illuminating a sharply dressed form slowly walking down the west steps from the nosebleed section;

Shades,

Suit jacket,

Microphone.

"ALPHA THROUGH EPSILON IN THE HOUSE!"

Sol was ready, and he was hamming it up with the fans in the cheap seats prodding the mobs mixed cries to raise to a deafening pitch Sol walking slowly down the Steps shaking hands or high five-ing some young fan that reached out to him.

On his chest, just underneath his suit jacket was new 'I MAKE AN ENTRANCE' shirt, black letters on a white background, this time the helicopter silhouette was not alone. Joining it were three other silhouettes, to the helicopter right was the image of a flying car, below that a a fairly good if simple silhouette of Glaciers airship with a red X crossing it out.

Sol gave one more handshake than stuck his hands to both sides his wide reach able to high five people on both sides of the aisle as he ran down the steps as the spot light followed him. The crowd to either side of the aisle standing tot heir feet to high five the over six foot high man as he made his way down towards the center ring.

"SHATTERED STEEL, WHATYA GONNA DO."

Sol, now on the merchants ring level and overlooking the center ring itself came to the rail, the small open area filling in well for a stage. Or at least as much of a stage as sol needed. Sol grabbed the I make an entrance shirt with his free left hand and ripped the bodily off his chest, perhaps a little too easily and threw the remnants out into the stands

"WHEN SOL-A-MANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU?"

Sol smiled and put his left hand to his ear as if to listen to a response from an opponent that had not yet stepped out into the stadium. Sol dropped the microphone to the ground at his feet, the amplified thud adding emphasis to his statement. The crowd loved it the jeers turning the cheers, the shouts of lost bets changing to claps or just silencing them entirely.

Sure it was all playing to the crowd, Sol was not an egotistical man, but the money was good and even he had to admit in a venue like this, he pretty much had to...

"Eat your veggies, kids."

Joseph grinned at the antics. Sol was commanding attention in the best way he knew how, and Allison was... Well Allison was doing much the same. Even Joseph had to let out an exaggerated slow whistle. Needless to say if your eyes weren't on one, they were clearly on the other. Demographics and how to pander to them.

That's what this was about after all. Some of the jeers from the audience were over what they represented as a team, corporate interest. Every victory was a strengthening of the Alpha through Epsilon brand. A public show of the strength of the company and the minds behind it. Hence why Sol and Snoogins were getting paid from the advertising budget, and Miss Harmony would be receiving a bonus from the same place. Joseph was the only one not getting paid to appear here. Though ultimately he would be if this elaborate gambit would pay off.

His mind went back to the conversation he had with Agent at the beginning of this tournament over what he was selling. He looked to the Adjuster Glove, repaired after what Vahn had done to it. Then he looked to the audience and grinned.

He spread his arms wide and embraced what his team represented.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!"

He yelled out.

"A word from our sponsor!"

--- --- --- ---

It costs quite a bit for the time needed for a superbowl ad, and Heaven or Hell is on that level for the people of Gaia. It would be no suprise then that a company like A~E could afford a spot during this time, which as a sponsor they often did. This time though, Joseph had hijacked the displays in the stadium and across Gaia with his own brand of persuasive marketing. There was an overlay of the A~E logo and a quiet looking lobby of what could have been any business or bank across Gaia. But suddenly the music picked up, the door was kicked down by men with guns, body armour, and face masks. There was little commotion as turrets came up from the floor, and guards rushed forward to quickly subdue the intruders.

"That was the leading competitors security system." Joseph's voiceover kicked in, "Pretty impressive until you realize what they test for isn't what happens on gaia. Let's take a look at what would really happen."

Back to the calm lobby, only this time what breaks through is best described as a bunch of ninjas led by a big gay wizard in the most ornate robes possible. Everyone in the lobby began to scream as the ninjas deflected the bullets from the turrets with their swords alone, and moved too fast for the guards to catch. All the while the wizard was shouting magic words that caused destructive magic lighting to cause random destruction, and beams of light that turned bystanders into trout flopping on the ground.

"Not a pretty scene. What you need is."

It cut to a shot of a larger bipedal robot running through a hallway, accompanied by flying drones in the background. The frame froze and the words "A~E ADJUSTER TECHNOLOGY" appeared in a dramatic overlay. The robots burst into the room, using the shifting weapons to nullify the ninjas advantages and capturing them in electrified nets. Then the larger robot charged the wizard, using the force shield to shrug off magic, and then looked as if he was about to deliver a devastating punch.

Then it cut to Joseph walking through a very picturesque field. With no black eye, wounds, or scars it was clear this was filmed earlier or he had amazing makeup people.

"As you can see, Adjuster technology can make the difference between your assets being toast and your assets being safe in this crazy world we live in. It's not just effective against ninjas and wizards, our Adjuster drones and turrets will help protect you from..." The camera panned and a list of words rose up beside Joseph as he spoke, "Knights, mad science, parasitic lifeforms, vampires, double vampires, homoerotic vampires, the warp, mummies, giant spiders, towering infernos, giant robots, and much much more."

Joseph thumbed his chest and propped his foot up on a rock. Exposing the fact he had Adjuster gloves and boots on.

"All new Alpha through Epsilon partners will be offered the access to this amazing security feature, and all existing partners will be offered an upgrade at reduced cost. As you've surely seen, my confidence in this technology extends to the fact that I'm willing to risk life and limb to test it out in the Heaven or Hell tournament..." The camera zoomed in on his face as he grinned, "But you don't have to take my word for it, listen to what others have to say about Adjuster technology..."

And periodically from then on the feed would be interrupted by the talking busts of a varied amount of folks. Each would have a bar showing their name, perhaps a title, and of course the A~E logo.

Celebrity testimonials, nothing was sacred.

--- --- --- ---

"I'd hope so." Joseph called out in response, "And it better be different from every other finals match. That just didn't make good TV, and I wouldn't want to waste the money I spent on that ad."

Joseph looked pensive.

"In fact I say we can get two of these rumbles started right away." Joseph pointed in the air towards the sky arena, "Since they're not using it this year."

Joseph has requested use of the sky arena for one of the fights. If that's OK with the opposing team and the Judges.

Well Yasuo certainly saw no problem with this, and hopefully the rest of the team didn't mind either. It was better to kill two birds with one stone anyway.

"Sounds good," he replied casually. "Send whoever up there, I'll be waiting I guess." A glance upwards revealed that a moderately sized up platform floated above everyones heads, not but a speck in the air to the naked eye. Not only that, but there wasn't any sort of conceivable explanation as to why that thing floated where it was - as if some invisible or ethereal force manipulated it to do so. The shinobi wasn't one for questions such as these, however, and went about tossing them to the side in exchange for the fight of his career.

Logical reasoning number 1... find the damn stairs.

Were there stairs?

Where were they?

This was a question that needed to be answered...

-]Some small amount of time later[-

Yasuo had somehow managed to find a way up to the platforms. Weird, he could've sworn he was down on the ground just a minute ago. Ah the wonders of time skips.

Hopefully his opponent would find it as easy for them as it was for him. Whoever it was who came up here would be greeted by the site of a well armed ninja, and a lot of open sky.

During the commercial break, Alison got herself set up within the central ring, giving the audience more to whistle about with the flash of legs as she stepped up and into the massive circular platform. Once there she winked in Joesph's direction, if nothing else then for that appreciative whistle. Inside a corporate setting that was probably grounds for a suit of some kind or another, maybe multiple, but this was radically outside the boundaries of most buisness ventures, and she was making good marketing!

With a pom-pom accentuated flourish of of orange and green, she threw the pom-poms into the air, and donned the long jacket that had been her trademark through the events leading up to the finals, before catching the bundles effortlessly. Unfortunate that there was really no time to change out of the outfit underneath, but she felt comfortable enough in the top and skirt for it not to be a problem.

Alison was still bouncing to an internal beat in her head, humming happily, and waiting for her opponent to show. At this point she didn't mind who, just so long as they were up for it and ready to put on a good sight for the crowds. It'd be a shame to get this far and to sink into entropy now....

Several minutes earlier....

Joseph Brown Wrote:

Celebrity testimonials, nothing was sacred.

The screen cross-faded to the burned-out husk of what many in the crowd would recognize as the Firebrand. A male voice-over framed the scene. "This was my home. I never thought anything would happen, that anything could happen - a building made specifically not to burn down, made out of the strongest stone known the man."

The male voice transferred to that of a woman who walked into the shot, wearing a plain pair of jeans and t-shirt, but with a jacket that was clearly emblazoned with the A~E logo and colors. "Hi, I'm Sakura. You may remember me from such Heaven or Hell tournaments as 2007, and the popular show Rage V." The crowd roared and cheered, and for some reason the woman on-screen paused as if she knew this was what was going to happen. "I've never had any problems taking care of myself, but when I'm away, I need to know I have security that I can trust - security that can take care of itself."

There was another cross-fade, this time showing what appeared to be the same beach, but the Firebrand had a poorly-made facade in front. The camera zoomed in, and the words "DRAMATIC REENACTMENT" faded in and out at the bottom of the screen. The male voice returned, as well. "The Adjuster is a great way to protect businesses. Did you know the number one cause of lost revenue is attacks? It's true."

As he said this, the view switched to the inside, and two ninjas duct-taped together burst through the door. People inside the restaurant scattered as the two ninjas were followed by the big gay wizard from earlier and a dog that shot flaming laser beams from it's eyes. Absolute chaos erupted. "How many times has this happened to you? When you're running a business on Gaia, the answer is 'at least twice.'"

The bipedal robot appeared again, this time punting the two ninjas duct-taped together out the window, subduing the wizard by shooting out a homing bolo, and distracting the dog by dispensing a small number of magic-dampening dog treats, and carefully patting the dog on the head. The screen cut again, this time to the bipedal robot wearing an apron and taking orders from customers.

"With A~E's Adjuster technology, you can rest safe in knowing that you don't just have a security system..."

Sakura walked up to the robot, giving it a pat on the side.

"You have a friend."

--- --- --- ---

[Sol vs Yasuo; The Skyring]

Sol stood from his seat on the edge of the ring and bowed graciously in response to his opponents well-wishes, though he knew better than to take his eyes off him while he smiled politely. His smart-a** grin from earlier fading as Sols mind began to focus on the task at hand. The sound of helicopters rising to reach their level built slowly in the background rising in tempo and noise from all around them.

"Thank you, I wish you the best as well. I do have something to tell you though, before the cameras arrive and we must assume our expected personas..."

Sol took several steps towards the center of the ten foot by ten foot death match ring, putting them both about one Sol size body length between them before he spoke again setting his feet in Boxer like fighting stance, but with his hands still low at his sides.

"I chose this venue for its view, which I must say is spectacular..."

thump-thump-thump...

He swept the scene around them with his arm motioning to to uninterrupted vistas that surrounded them for mile and miles.

"Few people get to fight at such a wondrous place, and fewer still have a chance to enjoy it properly."

thump-thump-thump...

Sol brought his hands up in a loose fighters stance as if to give his opponent a polite signal that it was nearly time to begin, but Sols persona was still that of the polite man who had greeted him.

thump-thump-thump...

"Though this the Death-Match arena, I have no intention of causing lethal harm to you. I merely choose this as to provides us not only with a near perfect backdrop, but also we are now free of interruptions."

"We may fight freely and without restraint. I hope you enjoy this fight as well as I plan to, and I hope we make it back down in time to watch the rest of our teams enjoy theirs..."

thump-thump-thump...

The roar of the helicopters was becoming deafening, their Cameras already beginning to swivel in the direction of the Sky Ring. As they got closer the 'true' Sol was beginning to fade as the over confident destroyer began to fill in, his form tensing slightly, his smile widening and his stance shifting his weight on to the toe of his right foot, and the heel of his left foot.

thump-thump-thump...

"Now, if youd be so kind... I WANT YOU TO HIT ME!"

The cameras had arrived, and now the world would get a fight they would never forget...

[Preamble]

Kain had arrived seperate from his teammates, choosing instead to avoid the main hub-ub of press and spectators. Most would be rushing to their seats after the teams had arrived and the Devil would only have to deal with a fraction of the giddy people.

After their victory over Jormungandr he said nothing to the rest of his teammates, he had nothing to say to any of them. All they had become for him now were more people to deal with, this tournament held a different meaning.

"KAIN! KAIN! Could you sign---"

Outta my way.

His march into the stadium went unhindered, the interloper was promptly MOVED from his path

"--HEY-wha--WHAT THE HELL!?"

Hell? Just me today, kid.

The smoke on his lips was snatched, a wash of blue-grey smoke masked his face as he entered into the Stadium. The roar of the people was so intense that he could feel its power, his desire to see them all torn asunder was growing. The Devil's wings stretched out, his maw gaped and gnashed together in a fanged wall, his horns displayed prominently atop his crown and the tail of his wavered behind him.

Kain clapped his hands together, the air blurring around them with a haze of heat, brushing up both his sleeves showing he had nothing to hide this round. Soon he would be settling next to his team, taking up quite a bit of space and feeling no hint that his indiscretion or lack of team interaction bothered him.

Nothing can stop us now. Yet...

It was at that time Yasuo and Rhos had gone off to their fights almost as if they read his thoughts, eager to prove it.

I've nothing to prove, no desire, no humility. Nothing to lose. Never Knows Best, what's your passion...

There was one guy sitting in the bleachers.

The one guy that mattered.

He was here, the punk kid from Mushiyori High.

The finals for the past two years have SUCKED. So he hoped this year would be better.

Because if it wasn't, then someone was going to have to answer to Yusuke Urameshi.

Joseph Brown Wrote:

"Nice speech." Joseph called out to Rhoslyn and pointed his index and middle finger at him, the familiar gun gesture, "Let's not disappoint the fans."

"Pew. Pew."

...Joseph was pushing his luck with the range he was shooting from. The two low powered bolts erupted from his fingers in the general direction of Rhoslyn aimed for his torso as it was the larger target.

He'd seen the fights. So, the laser thing was not a total surprise - still, seeing it so early was. As Joseph pointed, he started moving sideways to his right, lifting two knives and three straight razors out of the case.

Joseph spoke, and Rhoslyn moved sideways faster, feeling one of the blasts singing his arm. A little red, but he could deal with it. It wasn't like a bad fire burn.

Quote: "Pew."

He had steadied and readjusted his aim for the last shot, with a bit of a hammy flourish for the crowd of course. This shot wasn't aimed at the opponent, but rather the opponent's bag o' pain. Once again, longer distance and low powered shot wouldn't do any damage to the thing. But even if he just nicked it he'd the force of the shining energy would likely knock it from the owner's side.

Well, that depended on how much weight it could move. Either way, Rhoslyn was in no position to stop it, and it'd spin around and flip a little, spilling out some nails and the handle of something.

In the meantime... Rhoslyn had his own signature move. The knives came steadily towards Joseph, loosely aimed for the abdomen. It was pretty dodgeable, due to distance.

"PUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~"

The razors fell to the ground and his right knife hung in midair; a fireball began to gleam. If Joseph thought HADOKEN distance fighting was a good show, Rhoslyn would oblige after making his feelings known. Up close and personal was where it was at.

[Ross v Joseph

1/17]

-]Sol vs Yasuo - Skyring[-

"Huh?" there was an odd feeling on both his ankle, and his a**, accompanied by a mild pause... oh boy...

Who knew this guy was into that sort of thing. Ah well, everybody has got to experience it at one point or another in their life, right? Right... >.>

Regardless, Yasuo found himself caught in mid-air, his body practically stopped and suddenly its momentum reversed. In what felt like only a moment in time, the shinobi found himself moving away from his intended target instead. Jumping was never a good idea, but it felt right in these kinds of situations. Maybe it was the anime-esque world he came from, or maybe it played into his inner monologuing. Regardless, he had to blame his homeland for this.

Sol was good with this throw, too. It had caused Yasuo's weight and momentum to fluctuate around a bit, throwing him off of his balance. Yasuo's arms shot out to regain his balance and redistribute his weight, and landed on one knee once he hit the stone surface. This would be a short lived landing, however, if only due to the fact that the ground would suddenly disappear from under the shinobi's feet.

"Dammit!" he yelled, leaning forward and jutting out his fingers, grasping for something. The edge eventually came, luckily, but with the unfortunate downside of having only his left hand grip it. He wasn't more than fifteen seconds into the match, and already he had a challenge to deal with. Adrenaline kicked in, his hand gripped the stone edge, firmly secured in between the crevice of two stones. As soon as his body stopped swinging, he'd secure the blade back into its sheath on his back, and reach up.

Now unless Sol made his way over to the disadvantaged shinobi, Yasuo would hulk his weight up and ready himself once more in as quick a fashion as possible - not that any of this could really be done quickly anyway. If all went uninterrupted, then Yasuo would have to comment on the human tanks tactic.

"Caught me off guard there," he'd say in excited surprise. "It won't happen again, unfortunately."

The shinobi then brought up his fists - puny in comparison to his opponents, but with an edge that could not be seen by the big man. Yasuo's chakra invisibly licked away around his fists, powering up to even the odds between these two very different adversaries. It was Sol's time to shine now, however, as he had put the shinobi on the immediate defensive.

2/17

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Joseph Brown Wrote:

Celebrity testimonials, nothing was sacred.

The camera panned in to a standard issue interview scenario. Two people sat across from each other in fancy office chairs. A man sat in once chair wearing an expensive looking black suit, sporting navy blue hair and a set of black rimmed glasses. His legs were folded and his hands were in his lap. A woman sat in one chair, legs folded, arms and hands resting similarly. They were the very picture of formality.

There was a close up of the woman who smiled politely and said. "So, Mr. Dark, as a reputable business man and well known fighter, what has your experience with the A~E Adjuster Technology been like?"

The view switched to the blue haired man who smiled just as politely. A small header beneath his face appeared that read - "Maximos Lucillien Dark | Fighter and Caretaker of the Magician Lucillien Dark's Magic Shoppe" - And Maximos very professionally replied. "I've watched it burn it a man alive."

The camera flashed back to the woman automatically. A decision the camera man immediately regretted as the interviewer had an apalled expression on her face. Eyes wide, mouth agape. "Thats...horrible..."

In an attempt to quickly recover the moment the camera flashed back to Maximos, still smiling. "Not at all. It did a wonderfully efficient job."

She was stammering now. This was not in the script. Someone behind the scenes wished they had not decided to do this live. "I...I...dont know what to say to that Mr. Dark. Have you had any positive experiences with A ~ E Adjuster Technology?"

"Yes, I believe so." Maximos' smile brightened, he nodded repeatedly and then said. "A year ago A ~ E technology nearly killed me!"

Maximos' arms spread out wide along with his smile as if he had just revealed the most amazing impressive thing. It was the scene in the infomercial where the stain just vanished! Wow! But instead Max had amazingly and cluelessly brought the stain. Interviewers are supposed to maintain a level of calm, and not go slack jawed and stunned. This woman however did. Apparently she did not see the situation with the sort of excitement Maximos' words hinted at. "I...dont think...thats positive at all!"

"Nonsense madam. Any machine that can nearly slay a rampaging psychotic monster that effectively is surely a positive thing!"

"I...your...w-what?"

Maximos just grinned an unsettling grin and the audio faded out as the camera zoomed back as it had moments ago zoomed in. The A~E logo faded, center screen and below it was a slogan in dramatic and bright attention grabbing text.

-|-

|Alpha ~ Epsilon Adjuster Technology|

|Safe Enough To Kill You!|

-|-|-

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Raven leaned back in her seat munching at popcorn as she watched the fights, wondering who would win this time. Too bad Mr. Brown had gipped her on the autograph last year... it might have been worth something this year

[Alison Vs. Kain]

The incoming frilly missile would be sent off course and wide by a flap of a wing, using lovely lovely aircurrents. You never know where they might have been. A look of annoyance streaked across the Devil's face. Is sour attitude wasn't significant to a projectile at him but to the fact of its cushy and poofyness. It was childish, much like his pouting but that was neither here nor there.

Alright. Then this is it...

He tossed his sheathed blade to his left hand, moving to the center platform to meet Alison in all her pom-pom glory. Kain knew that he was now up against members that had surpassed all before them, even the media favourite of Glacier. But, though not expecting a hulking EBRIS wannabe, did it really have to be a cheerleader? At the same time HEROES taught us that cheerleaders can be formidable opponents.

Picking up his feet into a dash, lowering his right wing across his body, peering over the top, a body check was coming in. Challenge accepted and he was going do some trampling, maybe break her glasses just 'cause he was feeling particularly irritated, just a thought.

[1]

[Sol vs Yasuo; The Sky Ring]

Sol had been absent-mindedly humming a little tune as he stomped on the mans head. This was far too easy and though he wished he could say he 'saw it coming' it made s**t all difference really...

Quote: "HEYA!" Sol would have a new problem on his hands.

When it did finally happen though Sol's thoughts were at first focused more along the lines of:

'Oh good, he's not just roll over and let me kick the s**t out of him.'

After that point though, a bit of fight or flight instinct entered his mind and Sol focused on his options. There was nothing really to grab, and he sure as hell wasn't going to follow through with the force of the kick like if someone had grabbed his leg during a kick, no, this called for a different plan.

Sol was not so easily knocked over though, as a Savateur, and not just some regular boxer, balance was Sols friend. Though Sol had before tried to remain as far back from the edge as he could, the mans own leverage had him beat.. at least at the moment. What distance he had established before merely bought him the few extra moments he needed.

With his right leg over extended and being threatened to be pulled towards the edge, Sol decided to use an entirely untapped asset in most fights...

...to be quite literal; it was time he used his a** productively.

Or more specifically the bulk of his body.

Now simply falling back haphazardly would be a Bad Idea(tm) (in the most specific sense of the word) as he would loose traction and though it would still be harder to slide him off, the accumulated momentum would make any sort of recovery on his part difficult to say the least. That didn't mean a fall was a bad idea, simply that doing so uncontrolled wouldn't help Sol much in the way of surviving.

Sol dug his left foot into the platforms surface to temporarily slow or outfight negate the initial force of the yank, the aggressive non-slip traction on his combat boots grinding into the surface of the platform as he shifted his weight at the hips to try and stabilize him somewhat before bending his left knee to do his best Goliath impersonation onto the stage behind him.

Sol smiled the whole way down...

The controlled backwards fall would counter the force of the attempted yank towards the edge and probably pull his opponent slightly up onto the platform. Both arms spread outwards and his back pressed to the platforms surface meant Sol would never be more stable in the entire fight.

This of course brought Yasuos face inline with a good old friend of his. His left leg already bent from the controlled fall, or as he preferred to refer to it 'cocked and locked' kicked outwards with all the force expected from six-foot three-inch tall kick boxer towards the mans chin. Though Yasuo had countered Sol excellently, and was no longer simply holding on for dear life, the Kick was going to be a challenge if it hit. Such a snapping upwards kick from a heel at such close range, with so little to grab on to near the edge meant that Yasuo was not out of the fire just yet.

[Alison Vs. Kain]

Alison took a moment to adjust her position, ready, by all accounts, to meet her opponent head on, with one foot leading out and the other braced behind her.

She'd judge the other man's speed, and was happy that there was a not of caution in his advance, but the way he was coming in still spoke of a person that had greatly underestimated the small blond he was about to run over like a mac truck.

It was the second pom-pom that would lead to Kain's first downfall, because while, like the first, it headed towards him, this one had all the power of a metal halberd that expanded at the push of a button behind it. And she pushed it with just enough time to spare. Alison had spent one of the entire day's off attaching little strips of plastic to the blade with sticky tape, hoping for a bit of a surprise.

So when Kain met pom-pom, the six inch spike exploded like an orange firecracker against his side, in a bright display of cheap fabric and time wasted. It had taken a LOT of streamers to hide the metal. And now, they were raining down on the competitors like a ticker tape parade.

Not wasting a nasty wake up call for the grumpy person who'd just looked intent on breaking every bone in her body, she stepped to the left and let momentum carry him further from his target to the other side of the ring, depressing the rotating shaft so it was once again held in two hands.

To recap: Alison just tried to give Kain a nasty, vicious poke to his side by means of pom-pom Halberd, looking to throw his bull-like course off from running her over and making herself more of a threat. If all goes smoothly, she moves to the left.

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The screen went black for a moment as a loud beep was quickly heard. Within seconds the screen was filled with the image of a large black chalk board like item in a wobbly fashion. The screen was almost grainy as it attempted to focus on the small black font.

“Marker. Take one! Action!” A voice boomed out in response and moved out of the way. The scene was simple, it was an alleyway. There was large amounts of graffiti everywhere against the brick cobblestone. Fanning out along the way a woman stood against it. She seemed to be using it as almost a support as a long cylinder rested between her fingers. Many HoH fans would have recognized her almost instantly as her short black hair was practically still on her head. It was none other than the dame Izette Prechtl.

As the screen quickly caught sight of her, it slowly zoomed into her face which only caused a gentle smile to fill her face. The camera almost sat practically intently as they waited for the worlds to flow out of her mouth. This was it, it seemed the camera men were ready to hear how A~E technologies had changed her life.

Without anymore hesitation, the punker opened her lips to form words.

“...I forgot my lines.”

~

BEEP!

“Marker! Take 150314. ACTION!” The camera man’s voice almost sounded tiresome as he quickly clicked the black bars together. How many times can one repeat the same ad over and over again?

Again, the similar scene played out again, and this time Izette seemed ready. This was time to prove to everybody that she was nothing more than a store. With the same smile on her face, the punker began to prepare for her speech. It almost seemed long and well thought out as the smoke from her cigarette slowly made its way up on the side of the screen.

It was time.

“****** YOU NIPPLES! I ****** HATE YOU! IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I WIL-“ Before she could continue her take the camera jostled around and was nothing but a blur. The sound of physical violence could be heard for a moment before the screen was quickly replaced with one image. A singular beep sound filled the screen with the following message beneath it.

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The screen flickered, a solemn voice announced a brief interruption in feeds. The screen went black and bold lettering appeared.

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The view that appeared next was of a bar, one of perhaps thousands found around Gaia in every nook and cranny. Viewers would be saddened to find out that this bar was not, in fact, the Firebrand Tavern. A man walked on-screen, brown-eyed, dirty blonde, piercings in the left and right ear. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair before looking beyond the camera. "So I just…yeah? Those lines there? Can't I just-" He was interrupted by a voice from off-screen, "Sir, red light’s on. We're filming."

"Oh…well fu--"

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The screen immediately cut back to Connor. Someone seemed to have attempted to comb his hair.

"Hi. I’m Connor. You may know me from Round One of Heaven or Hell 2010, where Team Awesome faced off with Team Never Knows Best." The screen changed to a poorly illustrated picture of a clocktower with small stick figures (representing the various members of each team) placed in certain areas of the tower.

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The video cut back to the bar. Connor was onscreen, but apparently someone hadn't cued him or the man trying to (unsuccessfully) tame his hair that the red light was on. In the background a few people were getting rowdy. Fire burst to life in one’s palm, a vampire abruptly leapt into the rafters (taking his drink with him), weapons slipped out of sleeves. A representative could be seen trying to get them all to calm down when a metal fist struck him down. An A~E 'bot arrived on the scene. The camera was suddenly obscured by the attendant's hand.

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Connor was back, but behind him it was chaos. Bottles shattered and bodies were thrown every which way. Yet Connor was still trying to speak, though you couldn’t hear him over the din. A moment later it didn’t matter as something tackled him off-screen and the camera jerked. "What-Hey…hey! Not the--!!" The camera suddenly shifted and the screen went wild, spinning crazily. A moment later it hit the ground, still filming. The last image shown before the screen went black and credits rolled was the A~E ‘Bot, smashing the camera tripod into someone’s face.

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Keeping the Peace

The hit was good, the powerful blow made it to home base, and another would soon follow behi-

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sol's two fists made it clear that there would be no more of these shenanigans. The slammed both side of the shinobis head, ringing his ears like the bells of every cathedral in the world. Talk about a head rush, eh? His hearing would come back half-way through his sentence, bearly audible but clear in meaning,

Sol Wrote:

"-eed to get up, the crowd can't see s**t like this..."

After this Yasuo was casually rolled off to the side, in where he would mimic the opposite movement of Sol's. Distance was created, and though the recoup time was short, it was at least enough to get some bearings back.

"Aggh... I need to approach this differently." Self advice and inner monologuing was certainly a big help here, internally motivating him in another courses direction. By the time he would be able to raise himself and shake off the weariness, Sol, too, would just be getting up. It was back to square one with this fight, with no one on the upside of things really.

The shinobi drew out his blade once again, held tightly in his right hand. His left hand reached into his vest and managed to pull out his sharpened kunai. Doubly-armed, defensive and waiting, Yasuo was not going to be making the first move this time.

Sol Wrote:

"Lets do this..."

"My pleasure..."

It was time to see what Sol really had in him.

5/17

Chakra

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Half bar regen

[Sol vs Yasuo; The Sky Ring]

Sol waited and watched as Yasuo took up position and drew his weapons, He intentionally wanted to see what he would be charging into and when it seemed that the man was bringing out both weapons Sol was ready to reciprocate. Sol got into his loose boxers stance again bought this time slowly brought his hands towards his chest, slipping his thumbs under the suspenders and slowly sliding them downwards pulling the suspenders away from the bare skin on his chest. His hands finally stopping at just his belt level before he let them snap harshly back against his skin.

For as much Yasuo had hoped they were back to square one, they weren't, Sol had gotten out of the first skirmish with very little lasting damage, and he was a whole lot more educated about his opponents physical capabilities. Not that Sol knew that much about the ninja really, but he knew enough to plan his next few moves ahead of time.

Sols finger tips now resting on his belt curled around the skeletonized titanium handles of two rather large boot knives though even that was a misnomer, with seven inches worth of exposed blade and Sols massive hands swallowing the grips whole, it would take a might big boot to hide these knives. Drawing them slowly in a reverse grip also known as an ice pick grip with the flats of the blade facing his enemy sols grin widened as he stretched and slid his right leg back in preparation for his charge. He imagined his opponent had all sorts of scenarios running through his head, all sorts of calculations on range and speed but sol was going to throw a big wrench into those preconceptions very very soon.

Knives in hand, in a medium guard stance Sol began to jog forward. No he was most assuredly not going to give his opponent d 'Ole!' moment by charging headlong at the man, had they more room for error, he just might, but with so little room around them to jump around he was going to do this carefully while still moving fast enough to make his approach of pressing concern to his opponent.

His right hand however broke from the guard formation and flicked outwards, the reverse grip boot knife blurring as it swung open like a balisong to reveal the rest of the thirteen inches of blade length out of seemingly nothing, the handle clicking and locking to from a handle now behind the full blade length effective doubling his reach in the blink of an eye. With sols longer arms, long stride, and height advantage Yasuos reach advantage with his katana was just about negated.

Just about that is...

Taking another step this time with his chest just outside of his opponents slash range, Sol drove the thirteen inch double edged piece of steel towards his face. Now most fighters knew their reach pretty well, and with a static weapon one could easily see a bluff that would not normally hit them... with a weapon that had changed from predictable to unpredictable in one step, it would be much harder.

Sol expected due to the proximity of the threat and the fact that Sol had not really been all that fancy thus far, he expected a deft and effective parry by the smaller man. Probably followed up with a counter attack by either the main or off hand weapon. A jump backwards or to either side would also be fairly effective, and probably a smart move considering, but since this was NOT an actually attack all those reactions would merely cover his actual actions.

Whether parried or dodged, Sol would use the mans actions to steer his body as his right hand fell away from aiming at the mans face swinging out to the side in a wide arc, the twist of his shoulders turning his hips which in turn snapped his rearward left leg up off the platform, the mans balance expertly shifting and he entered the almost iconic savate lean. The calf of the leg though was hanged back against the thigh till he reached the balance poised and his thigh stopped suddenly accelerating his foot wards and snapping it forwards in a vicious fouette or kick in french into the mans liver. The snapping procedure accelerating the foot to almost car like speed in the distance between the two men.

Unlike in many martial arts that focused on turning the whole body and following through, in the round house kick style, Sols body had already stopped rotating by the time the foot would connect making the likely hood of him over extending himself very rare. The kick be it a hit or amiss would retract slamming to the ground, the prior bluffing right hand swinging in and down towards the top of the mans head to crash the pommel and sols fist into it. If all went well Yasupo would be re familiarized with the floor of the platform, if not well he still had his left hand for a reason.

Joseph Brown Wrote:

[JB vs Ross_]

In a way Joseph was lucky. Partially because of where his defences were the strongest. The machine, made of fairly durable components to stand up to the heat of battle, protected his forearms and his lower legs. But the often forgotten piece of the machine was what was attached to his back, meaning Rhoslyn would have to burrow through metal before he got to soft flesh. However there wouldn't be a whole lot of chance, as Joseph's plan was to use said backpack. Not to deal with the knives, Joseph probably wouldn't know about them yet, he was more concerned with that fireball which was now coming at him. A sidestep couldn't get around it, and a dive would put him at a disadvantage.

"Skate." A glow at his feet, "To the left."

The turbines on his omnidirectional propulsion device came online and combined with modification to the soles of his feet the blasts of air sent him speeding off to the side out of the path of the fastball. Now it would be at this point what happed to the knives would be up in the air. If Rhoslyn put in some armour piercing juice he could probably bury the knives in the machine, doing some damage to the air aspect of Joseph's arsenal. Otherwise they would likely roll off the polished device, and likely bite into Joseph's side, drawing blood but at the very least making him aware of them.

When the knives refused to sink in, Rhoslyn angled them and called one to the side he was going, the other to the opposite, hoping to cut Joseph. Given metal... it probably wouldn't cut. However, as soon as the very first knife would not meet any resistance aside from flesh - wherever in the front or side it would be - it'd sink in and twist slowly as they did, aiming to cause as bad of wounds as possible with about one and a half times the force of earlier - a little bit less than a inch and a half a second, On, in other words, from the initial contact, the blade on the right side would start trailing the tip down and to the right; the one on the left would go up and to the left.

Whichever hit first would get the majority of the power; the second would fall to the ground.

Quote: He however would still have some juice left in his thrusters yet.

"Forward" It seems that Joseph had decided to close the gap and raised his gun fingers at his opponent once more. It was like he was skating along the flat ground of the arena, moving with a speed that would put him into a more accurate range much quicker than he could have even recklessly running forward. Only now he was concentrating, gun at the ready and his offhand beginning to frost over.

"Pew." The first shot screamed out with a punch's power centred at Rhoslyn's torso, "Hard circling turn, pew, pew!"

Well, he didn't have time to get moving again, so as the bolt flew in, Rhoslyn took a deep breath and flexed his abs, already going through the start of moving. As it hit him in the gut, he snarled a little. So... this particular kind of shot wasn't too hard. Good to know. Another fireball gathered.

Quote: Turbines changed direction again, ending the gale fast forward charge. There was a little eruption from the Never Knows Best fans as Joseph did this. He was now making his way around Rhoslyn closing the distance but still putting himself a sprint from his opponent, still moving as he fired two additional shots at his chest and then another would likely smack along his arm. Fans who played FPSes or mech combat games were eating this up, as they recognized Joseph's mid range tactic as circle strafing.

A thin line of blood came from the top of Rhoslyn's arm, curling around to join the fireball, causing it to flare and give off sparkles. He moved to the side and did a bob-and-weave to avoid the next shots, one going over his shoulder and the other off to the side of where the other had gone.

Either way, Rhoslyn had recognized the move and was circling in the "opposite" direction - ie, if Joseph was moving to Rhoslyn's right, he'd be circling to his own left and closer in - the distance between the two would keep closing. It wouldn't quite be melee range, but if Joseph took a few steps closer, he'd be in danger of getting shanked.

Two of the straight razors on the ground would also move through the grass, keeping real low as Joseph and them grew closer. Oh yeah, and they'd be going a little backwards, so as to keep Joseph from stepping on them early.

[3/17]

[JB vs Ross_]

With Rhoslyn's tactic's the proper phrase for what happened to Joseph would be hoist by his own petard. The metal wouldn't cut, as his opponent would guess, and the knives slid in opposite directions. Joseph may have been saved a cut as the metal covered most of his back, and even below that there was the MetaTEC vest that helped disperse metamagical energy and provided light protection. Not enough considering the first knife would drag across Joseph's left side aided by Rhoslyn's extra force as well as Joseph's momentum. It wouldn't have the angle to sink in before JB sped forward, but rather cut a long gash along his side right through clothes the very light undervest. The side of his shirt would quickly stain red with the gash, the knife probably still floating in the air as Joseph sped away from it.

"Cut skate. Come on, you can do better than a little papercut!" Joseph spoke with a determination and a wide grin as the air boosters cut out and so did the glow on his feet. He was sprinting rather than skating now, using the momentum to keep the circle going as his opponent did quite the same. Keeping that gun trained on him but waiting for a better shot, Joseph tried to stay out of what was very aptly called shanking range. Good thing too, as Rhoslyn got closer then so did the apparent threat of that sparking fireball. However Joseph was now well into the effective range of his weapons and his own ability to aim.

"Kablam! Kablam!" Joseph's fist shot took account for his opponents movement and would go right for the difficult target of Rhoslyn's head. Hoping to scramble his opponents concentration a little, or at the very least provoke a reaction from that fireball the second shot for the easier target of Rhoslyn's shoulder of whatever arm looked attached to that fireball. It should be noted that these were also level two blasts, a bit more powerful than the hard punches of the earlier shots. They could come out larger, brighter and faster. Imparted with a bit of destructive energy that could tear, rend and leave an energy burn.

"Give em a show Rhosy!" Joseph called out, perhaps a bit of psychosis left over from the last round. The crowd however seemed to eat it up.

Diagnostics_

BAT 78% [^2% V10%]_

VIT Norm_

M/O/B Light/Ice/Air_

ICE |||_

4/17_

[Sol vs Yasuo; The Sky Ring]

Wow this guys must have had cold steel for blood,facing down a blade to the face without so much as a distraction, just wow. This was the finals however and Sol could kind of understand that the tactics that might have worked earlier in the tournament would be less then successful against an opponent who like him had overcome many other opponents.

The slight nick that the knife achieved on his opponents was actually more frustrating to Sol than if it had hit nothing as it meant Yasuo had closed enough to get hit by the blade and now he logically was equally vulnerable.

The kick hitting nothing but air, it quickly retreated to find its place now slightly forward of the right Sol was about as balanced as he could get considering. The sting of the red dragon bit into his side a paper thin line of red grew and then bled, tiny rivulets of sols warn blood flowed down his side. Sol had been expecting the cut since he'd seen his own blade cut into the mans cheek, but they both seemed to have avoided any major damage, so for the moment they simply bled together.

Quote: "One,"

Yasuo had now moved in close attempting to move around Sols body as if it were some ivory column, but Sol was not an Ivory tower, the former rugby player had absolutely no issue with this kind of closeness and he was about to prove it to the man.

Sols right arm, having gone wide out from the feint of the last attack snapped back as Yasuo attempted to maneuver under his arm. The massive anaconda of muscles that was Sol's right arm returned to him as he grabbed at Yasuos shoulders (being harder to pull out of the way than the nimble mans head) in order to pin the mans arms to his side and pull him in and down slightly for the man hug of a lifetime before he could wrap his leg around Sols.

His strength would be crushing, and the change in angle would be destabilizing were Sol not holding him up. This was more a means to an end than any true attempt at hurting the man. His left fist cocked back, his knuckles barred, the blade tuned sideways as Sol lined up for a devastating attack. The man Pinned, there would be little he could do to prevent the oncoming attack as Sol Drew back his fist and slammed it into the mans head... though Yasuo would realize something immediately.

The hit didn't really hurt.

Oh sure in a way it would hurt a bit, but if Yasuo was expecting some kind of major impact he'd be deftly surprised. The fist stayed in contact with the mans skull, knuckles pushing into the scalp slowly as Sols grin grew.

"ULTIMATE ATTACK PATTERN OMEGA OVERDRIVE!"

Oh no, Sol had shouted out an attack name, this must mean there would be no escape for the ninja, obviously Sols next attack would be far more powerful. Its time to send the kids to bed now viewers, obviously the horrors that follow will be too graphic for the younger ones. Some of the crowd must have realized this as hundreds of mothers and fathers covered their Children's eyes expecting Sol to fire some pulse of magic or something through his fist and in to Yasuos head splitting it like a ripe melon...

...But that attack never came, instead Sol took a deep breath before adding the actual name of the attack.

"NOOGIE ATTACK POWER GO!"

Sol's fist rotated back and forth driving his knuckles into Yasuos head, and considering Sols size and strength, yeah it probably hurt like hell. Friction after all sucked, But would it do much but mess up Yasuo's Hair?

Doubtful.

"Noogieoogienoogienoogie~"

He was enjoying this, probably a bit too much, but he knew he couldn't hold onto Yasuo forever, there was a fight to get to after all. Sol gave one last good twist before shoving Yasuo forward with both hands and letting him drop to the platform, back up or recover from the attack.

Sure during all that Yasuo could probably have scratched the hell out of him with his weapons but if his arms had truly been pinned any leverage he might have gotten would have been pathetic.

Sol took a step back towards the center of the ring and Smiled gently at his opponent, the crowd below was probably either in a state of stunned silence or laughing their asses off. If anyone thought Sol took everything too seriously, they had obviously missed out on who the true Sol really was.

((My sincere apologies Fox, absolutely crashed before finishing this post last night.))

"Duty calls."

With a sigh, Canaan pressed the button on his fighter indicating that his striker was 'armed.'

The captain of Shattered Steel stood up, cold steely eyes focused on Joseph, the technowarrior that was giving his teammate such a rough time by scurrying around the field. Though Canaan wasn't tech-savvy, he did know that his powers had a highly adverse effect when coming into contact with electronics.

Electricity crackled down his right arm, wrapping around it and forming into a thick clawed blue gauntlet that gleamed lethality. Stepping forward onto the field to activate the timer and cocking his right arm back, Canaan generated a long-javelin like energy bolt. 'Locking' onto target, he leaned forward and slung his arm around in a vertical arch, rotating his hips fully into the throw.

The shining blue energy streaked around in a curve, aiming to strike JB in the upper part of the knee of his whichever leg happened to be in the way at during the time he was shooting his hand-lasers at Ross. Despite it's form, this attack did not pierce into the target, the lance like shape was merely to add speed when it was thrown.

On contact it would violently explode and send painful jolts of electricity down his opponents legs, likely frying whatever electronics or tech he had equipped to those areas(assuming they weren't insulated really, really well) and causing painful burns. It wouldn't run upwards, instead immediately retreating down into the ground beneath the techwarriors foot.

For a finishing touch, Canaan formed another, smaller fireball in his hand and threw it like a softball towards lower right side. This, he expected, wouldn't even garner annoyance, but it did help to expend a bit of the frustration that Canaan was feeling over the fact that his wife was laying in a hospital bed and he was forced to be here.

With a forced grunt, Canaan would step back into the dug-out beneath the stands and close his eyes. Whatever happened after this point would be entirely up to Rhoslyn.

Bleep: 4.5 Sec

Joseph Brown Wrote:

With Rhoslyn's tactic's the proper phrase for what happened to Joseph would be hoist by his own petard. The metal wouldn't cut, as his opponent would guess, and the knives slid in opposite directions. Joseph may have been saved a cut as the metal covered most of his back, and even below that there was the MetaTEC vest that helped disperse metamagical energy and provided light protection. Not enough considering the first knife would drag across Joseph's left side aided by Rhoslyn's extra force as well as Joseph's momentum. It wouldn't have the angle to sink in before JB sped forward, but rather cut a long gash along his side right through clothes the very light undervest. The side of his shirt would quickly stain red with the gash, the knife probably still floating in the air as Joseph sped away from it.

It'd provide a little protection - slowed slightly by the meta-dispersal vest, it would provide Joseph the time to let more or less all of the above actions work. However, there was one flaw with the plan idea - specifically, the bolded part. Specifically, it wouldn't happen. With a minor adjustment to the TK field to focus it on the handle, the knife shot forward, this time going up higher - the goal was to slice from the back of the neck on the left side to halfway around, then to sink straight down in the area between the trapezoid and collarbone - as far as Rhoslyn knew, this hadn't actually killed anyone else he'd done it to.

If it met resistance in the form of metal for the stab, it'd instead slide down and go for the nearest gap in the ribs. The straight razors waited behind the man, laying mostly inert on the ground but still with Rhoslyn's TK ready to put them back into use.

Quote: "Cut skate. Come on, you can do better than a little papercut!" Joseph spoke with a determination and a wide grin as the air boosters cut out and so did the glow on his feet. He was sprinting rather than skating now, using the momentum to keep the circle going as his opponent did quite the same. Keeping that gun trained on him but waiting for a better shot, Joseph tried to stay out of what was very aptly called shanking range. Good thing too, as Rhoslyn got closer then so did the apparent threat of that sparking fireball. However Joseph was now well into the effective range of his weapons and his own ability to aim.

"Kablam! Kablam!"

Quote: Stepping forward onto the field to activate the timer and cocking his right arm back, Canaan generated a long-javelin like energy bolt. 'Locking' onto target, he leaned forward and slung his arm around in a vertical arch, rotating his hips fully into the throw.

The shining blue energy streaked around in a curve, aiming to strike JB in the upper part of the knee of his whichever leg happened to be in the way at during the time he was shooting his hand-lasers at Ross. Despite it's form, this attack did not pierce into the target, the lance like shape was merely to add speed when it was thrown.

On contact it would violently explode and send painful jolts of electricity down his opponents legs, likely frying whatever electronics or tech he had equipped to those areas(assuming they weren't insulated really, really well) and causing painful burns. It wouldn't run upwards, instead immediately retreating down into the ground beneath the techwarriors foot.

Rhoslyn's expression didn't change a whit. It was PAIN TIME.

(no, dad, no!)

Quote: Joseph's first shot took account for his opponents movement and would go right for the difficult target of Rhoslyn's head. Hoping to scramble his opponents concentration a little, or at the very least provoke a reaction from that fireball the second shot for the easier target of Rhoslyn's shoulder of whatever arm looked attached to that fireball. It should be noted that these were also level two blasts, a bit more powerful than the hard punches of the earlier shots. They could come out larger, brighter and faster. Imparted with a bit of destructive energy that could tear, rend and leave an energy burn.

Yeah, that'd provoke a reaction. Rhoslyn figured that as range decreased, power would increase; it was best to not test that hypothesis with his face. Rhoslyn liked his face; it was pretty, even by fey standards. So, as the first shot was pointed right for his face, Rhoslyn lowered his center of gravity and tilted his head sideways, feeling a few sparks crackle across his face and smelling his hair burning. Too close.

The second shot fared better, managing to hit the upper right side of his right shoulder at the same time as him thrusting his right arm out and up. With the smooth black leather being blown off by the force of the shot, Rhoslyn could feel his shoulder shrieking in protest at the skin being practically vaporized off, blood flowing down his shoulder. He wouldn't be able to get his arm up fast enough due to the surprise, but he'd get it high enough: the hand and fireball were aimed up and a little bit past JB's upper chest and lower face area.

FWOOOSH!

Instead of the fireball that'd came before, a torrent of intense flames erupted from Rhoslyn's hand - unlike the fireball from earlier, this was at least six to eight hundred degrees - and spewed violently towards the cyberwarrior. At this range and with Canaan's attack coming in, dodging the sudden FLAMETHROWER was not very likely. Rhoslyn would, of course, adjust his aim for any motions, and would keep the fire going until otherwise noted - basically, until he ran out of power or RAEG.

He'd also start the series of motions needed to close the gap and get in knife-fighting range, but wouldn't have the time to shift momentum and close in this short of a time period.

In the bottom of TV viewer's screens, and the big jumbotron, there came a face....

and a voice...

"TOASTY!"

Alison Vs. Kain

Well...that was unexpected. Kain managed to pull himself back into her, and like a logger that expects a tree to fall in the opposite direction suddenly see's the long shadow of fate start to eat up his view, Alison was treated to the thin membrane of a wing slung over the top of her.

Instead of panicking and launching out with every limb at her disposal, her weapon extended. She then used to momentum of the extention from 3.5 ft of metal to 6 ft to lift the cloak, up and over as hard as she could, pinning Kain to the ring floor with a sickening crunch of wing bone. Weapon once again deployed, she drove her foot into the membrane and yanked out the butt of her halberd, shifting to the buisness end with an arc of damaging blood.

She wasn't by any means dripping in the stuff, there only being a small amount of damage done to her opponent, but there was certainly enough to show in a few of the area's Kain indicated.

"I'd suggest thinking differently about that tail, bright-eyes."

The 3.5 inch spike was level with Kain's eyes, daring him to try anything funny. He wasn't there with something to prove, while Alison Harmony had a whole corporation backing her up, shoving her to the win. She had motivation, he lacked it.

"You got your order backwards. Tail then wing."

She may have been a tool, but she was a mother ******** effective tool. And she wasn't going to let any souless devil tell her otherwise.

"Yield your position."

*edited for grammar

Alison Vs. Kain

It was around this time that st just wasn't going well for the Devil, despite his attempts, however lame, wrought no effects. It was then, at the point he lay on his back and his wing was getting pinned that he had enough, this raging she-b*h was about to have her corporate endorsement canceled from shear fact of how damaged she'd find herself.

Goodbye, billboard shot.

Quote: Homegrown Napalm - His blood magic raises the viscosity and concentrate or internal energies on the expelled liquid, raising it's burning quality. This is Kain's complementary ability to his Blood Mine, this one Burns more than punches and is difficult to extinguish.

Immediately she would feel the corrosive burn on her chest and face where the blood had fallen when she was hefting up his wing, sometimes doing him harm was the worst thing you could do. He was the harbinger of karmatic pain and Alison was getting tits full of it. Flames would lash across her chest burning her neck, clothes, chin cheeks. Since crashing over her didn't seem to work and his ankle was not longer a target, Kain thought causing some distress was finally in order.

"how about you start fighting and stop messing around with her? I know you can do it!"

******** OFF, NOBLE.

His eyes dilated with fury, she was fast and evaded his blindsided tail attack. Well, she'd be enjoying the taste of her own flesh while Kain barrelled forward at her gut, the fire would be well enough to distract and blind the woman, his head was leveled and those horns were going to skewer her at the right hip.His sword was angled across his chest to defend against the halberd that was thought to have pinned him.

Wishful thinking, obviously she didn't know he hurt himself more than his opponents did and he tore his wing tissue against the stab. Soulless? No, just uninspired. What was she. Just another yuppy that drew no interest. Maybe, at least, he could find the pleasure in feeling her melting flesh on the back of his neck.

[4]

Joseph Brown Wrote:

[JB vs Ross_]

Ah yes, pain time. It seemed no matter how much Joseph shot at, sped away from, or circled around, he couldn't get away from the persistence of that damn knife. It would start it's cut drawing a blood dripping line but not before Joseph reached back to yank at the handle, this of course would mean there was no longer a gun finger pointed at Rhos. Then came that wonderful feeling from Canaan, which instantly brought back pleasant memories from the clocktower where this had happened before. If Joseph known he would have been hit by lighting this much (fair enough, one time was warp lightening) he would have brought a weather vane. Just like when Connor tried it this electricity would have the same outcome: Grounding and high end surge protectors kept the delicate machinery in tact, but there was still the lack of protection for Joseph himself. The burns, the pain, the wobble in his legs would all be there. He needed support.

This was noted. The fire kept going, the moving forward kept on. The TK-force on the knife would simply vanish as JB pulled on it.

Quote: "Grip." That was it. His boots, still functioning, emitted an energy out of their souls that increased his footing by a good deal. Then Joseph had to make a split second decision on what to do about that there fire he had no time to dodge. "Backward, up high."

Instead the two turbines that had risen up to send Joseph backwards, would instead be shooting very strong jets of air right at the incoming flamethrower... These Storm Eagle tactics could have one of two results when they intercepted the flames: The likely outcome would be they would disperse the flame, or keep it in a DBZ style beam battle back and forth ultimately keeping the flame away from JB.

You know what? Let's go with that. For at least, a second or so anyway. Enough time for the flamethrower to meet the air, and for Rhoslyn to look right into JB's eyes - even if he couldn't see them - with an expression of almost amusement. It was sorta like a friendly "what the " than anything else, like there was a joke to the whole thing that nobody else would understand. Continue "moving forward" preparations, or possibly beginning. Likely beginning.

Quote: As for fanning the flames, these wasn't a light bellows breeze to heat the coals, this was a windstorm meant to change direction. However the turbines were designed to push a grown a** man through the air, and it would take a good deal to keep their strength at bay, there was a chance that the wind would overcome the fire and blow it right back at Rhoslyn, and effort would be needed to prevent that. After all, those machines meant business and in the battle of man versus machine John Henry hammered himself to death.

After the glance of just sheer amusement, Rhoslyn let off the flames, knowing it'd be overcome. This, of course, was due to the fire "splashing" back on him, causing the leather to heat up uncomfortably and the skin on his neck getting all red as he advanced. The knife floating by his right hand returned to his grip as the fey continued to close.

Quote: "Release grip." Either way Joseph let up on the grip, causing him to take large steps backwards with the assistance of the last bit of the turbine burst, clearing the flames just as Canaan's fireball hit his side. As Canaan expected, little more than a distraction as clothes singed away and revealed the MetaTEC vest that absorbed most of the heat.

Cleared from shaking range Joseph would take a deep breath and stare down his opponent, hopefully fulling wresting the knife away from his neck and to his side.

Not quite cleared yet. By now, it had occurred to Rhoslyn what could be done. Oh yes... yes yes yes. Still charging in, both knives up and raised in the same fashion as before, only with his left leading, Rhoslyn let out a war cry and kept up the sprint towards JB. No ********' way he'd let this sonofabitch get away from him now.

Although the magic wouldn't kick in for the actual attack yet, the knives grew slightly darker and his skin grew drier as the knife in his left hand (the one leading) came down and across, aimed to stab JB in the right shoulder and tear across and downward to the right as he brought his right a little more up and at a better angle to parry any retaliatory knife shots.

[5/17]

[JB vs Ross_]

Shanking range was somewhere Rhoslyn was more comfortable than Joseph. Rhos was faster, more accustomed to this style of fighting, and on top of that Joseph's legs were covered with burns and still ached from Canaan's earlier attack. Even with the boost he had from the turbines Rhoslyn was right back on top of him, Joseph tried to roll his shoulder back out of the way but he could feel the bite and tear of the knife in his shoulder. His grip loosening on the knife before he regained it, the injuries from Vahn's gauntlet resonating through his right arm. He tried to retaliate, fighting through the pain, knife in a reversed grip (Joseph didn't know any better), and tried to slash into Rhosyln's leading side.

However that wouldn't be Joseph's primary attack. Joseph's advantage was the Rhoslyn brought a knife to a gunfight. Joseph's left fist clenched, fully frosted over by now, and thrust it forward. Joseph's gear was designed to instate magic, and this attack would be from the camp of fighters like Miranda.

"Ice." Joseph went for the easiest thing to say, his jaw aching from the burn. From the vents just behind his fist came a shotgun style blast of sharp high velocity ice spikes, looking to pepper Rhoslyn's chest and right arm with Joseph's own brand of close range pain. The worst bit though was that Joseph had charged the weapon to its full potential by delaying it for so long. Not only would the smaller spikes be at their peak, they would be assisted by a long five inch ice spike, well frozen and tough, that would rocket towards the fae's chest. If Rhoslyn wanted to close the distance he'd have to weather the storm of pain and force pushing him back.

Joseph had no reason to taunt now, not with the crowd in their own battle of fans versus fans. Instead he just continued to grin like a maniac as his opponent dug into his shoulder and hopefully his own blast justified letting Rhoslyn get in so close.

Diagnostics_

BAT 58% [^2% V15%]_

VIT Norm_

M/O/B Light/Ice/Air_

ICE |||_

6/17_

[JB vs Ross_]

"Ische" Was about what it came out after Joseph bit into his tongue, copper taste filling his mouth but the tip remaining attached. Lucky for Joseph the parser was designed to understand Joseph specificly, and as slurred speech was not a far off contingency the attack would still go off. "Schone ov a bitsche."

Joseph's swearing would double up as a pang of pain considering how much st was going down at once. 'Son of a' was emphasized by his skin being to peel back around the slash, tips going black as blood retreated from the necrotized flesh and the wound oozed. The 'b*h' would be emphasized by Rhoslyn's fist impacting Josephs nose crushing and sending a bit of blood out of a nostril. Joseph's voice now had 'nasal' added to 'slurred', the parser would be fine but dammed if Joseph was intimidating at all right now.

Joseph's reaction the the arm grab was immedate even with the punch, as after that slash he knew the effects of Rhoslyn's death magic. His left hand went to grab his right arm along the armour, looking like he was putting a blocking arm between him and his opponent and yank his failing arm away. However, assuming the magic was a slow creep he would be able to move his fingers into the finger gun, a loose grip of two fingers still tenuously holding the knife. His yank had positioned two fingers right below Rhoslyn's right elbow, still extended from the punch to the face. What came next would be a surprise, as rather than speak Joseph hit a button on the adjuster gauntlet, which would in turn release a level two blast into Rhoslyn's elbow. Considering the close range and the surprise this would not be pleasant for for Rhos at all.

Depending on reaction Joseph would yank his arm down and hit the button again, sending a second flash of light up at Rhos' chin, the old laser uppercut trick. Finally, if Rhos' grip was where he thought it would be, he tightend his fingers around the knife once more and using his gripping left hand and and whatever strength was left in his right to stab the knife downwards at the forearm that was gripping him by the elbow.

"Swichhe offsh libght." He spat blood at the fae as he spoke.

Diagnostics_

BAT 50% [^2% V10%]_

VIT Norm_

M/O/B Light/Ice >>> Light/Air_

7/17_

Mr. Body Massage Machine Wrote:

"BODY MASSAGE MACHINE GO!"

Ahem... wrong quote.

Sol Wrote:

"NOOGIE ATTACK POWER GO!"

Sol had pretty much countered Yasuo's counter, which was NOT COOL! Still, it put the shinobi in one hell of a predicament, especially when the friction of those overly-large man-knuckles rubbed into his scalp.

"OW! STOP IT Y'BIG APE!" he yelled, suddenly having a flashback to his younger years...

Ten Years Earlier...

"Stop it Koji!!" A young Yasuo yelled out to a fatter, slightly older shinobi who was giving him a noogie from hell as his gang of friends and other classmates simply watched on in hilarity.

"Why don't you make me YAHTZEE!?" The fat one would call out, holding and rocking the shinobi around in a circle. "Hahaha! You're weaker than that good for nothing homeless wanderer that comes through here! Pathetic!"

Yasuo grumbled, grunted and yelled,

"GET OFF!!!"

Before hopping and slamming his feet into the ground. The young Genin had managed to get an explosive force of his chakra, fueled by anger and disdain for the fat one, and had slammed them both into the wooden ceiling of the classroom they stood in.

CRASH!

SNAP!

The wooden boards and a stone overhang were crushed upon impact, and fell apart as the two came down. The fat shinobi yelled out,

"OW! You freak! Let's get out of here guys!" Before fleeing the classroom in a discontent nature. It was only a moment later, after the fledgling shinobi had been able to dust himself off and check himself for any wounds that a familiar, big nosed figure stood in the door. Immediately there after, his hand slammed against the chalkboard.

"YASUO! TO MY OFFICE!"

The Tsuchikage was not a happy man today...

As Sol continued to noogie the shinobi, an outcry of "That's it!" was all he could give to warn his opponent. He was not a happy man today, just as he was not a happy kid back then.

His right leg shot out at an angle for the platform below that, and an explosive/concussive blast of his chakra launched the two of them out to the left side of the platform. Sol's larger size would prove to be a bit harder to move, to say the least, but it also meant that he was on the receiving end of the end result of things, meaning he was the one hitting the ground in the short time they'd have from launch to fall.

He hated getting noogies... he hated it with a PASSION.

7/17

Chakra

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1 Bar Used (Finally! >:{)

(Apologies on my behalf, to everyone. Life doesn't give anyone a break it seems...)

Unfortunately, those events would be made of wishful fairytales. Kain's sword was ready for the counter and leapt forward to meet the whack, his right hand bracing the tip of the sheath for added strength. Pushing against the force intended to lay him on his a**. Alison could play the role of the victim, but, it was she who threw the first pom-pom.

Forward he would go, making slight adjustments to meander around the halberd's length. The weapon was an intolerable nuisance. His wing was a mess and it burned his shoulder and sent pins throughout his right arm, but Harmony was far from safe.

The napalm wouldn't be so easy to diminish, the protective corset of hers would have to continue to fight off the burning smear, perhaps the flames wouldn't be intense but it'd surely start to wear at its defense. The HATEBLADE matched the Devil's fury and seethed in his hands with energy, it wanted and demanded that blood be spilled upon its obsidian edge.

For now, the situation would be reminiscent to Kain's initial tackle except now he'd seem more BULL-LIKE and now aiming for Alison's left hip while the weapon would be held at bay. He knew it wouldn't stay there for long, but what else could the woman be thinking with her knockers on fire and the rest of her garb ablaze? Especially when the flames grew higher and hotter!

Quote: ::Fire:: His main element and most powerful. Should an open flame present itself, he may bend it to his will, moving it about or amplifying its properties.

Her entire face would be alight with her hair, eyebrows, wo-moustache, shoulders and chest burned. The previous burns to her shoulders, neck and even face would bubble and blister the skin. The Destructive power of the flames would send an instant wave of pain through her body, though, her waist and most of her breasteses/under/sideboob would be FEELIN' DA HEAT.

See Kain. See Kain Charge, ********! |m/

[4]

Joseph Brown Wrote:

"Ische" Was about what it came out after Joseph bit into his tongue, copper taste filling his mouth but the tip remaining attached. Lucky for Joseph the parser was designed to understand Joseph specificly, and as slurred speech was not a far off contingency the attack would still go off. "Schone ov a bitsche."

Joseph's swearing would double up as a pang of pain considering how much st was going down at once. 'Son of a' was emphasized by his skin being to peel back around the slash, tips going black as blood retreated from the necrotized flesh and the wound oozed. The 'b*h' would be emphasized by Rhoslyn's fist impacting Josephs nose crushing and sending a bit of blood out of a nostril. Joseph's voice now had 'nasal' added to 'slurred', the parser would be fine but dammed if Joseph was intimidating at all right now.

His reaction, in short, was YAY. Somewhere inside, he smiled, but his face remained warlike and enjoying it. Violence violence violence! went through his head. Oh yes, this was good!

Quote: Joseph's reaction the the arm grab was immedate even with the punch, as after that slash he knew the effects of Rhoslyn's death magic. His left hand went to grab his right arm along the armour, looking like he was putting a blocking arm between him and his opponent and yank his failing arm away. However, assuming the magic was a slow creep he would be able to move his fingers into the finger gun, a loose grip of two fingers still tenuously holding the knife. His yank had positioned two fingers right below Rhoslyn's right elbow, still extended from the punch to the face. What came next would be a surprise, as rather than speak Joseph hit a button on the adjuster gauntlet, which would in turn release a level two blast into Rhoslyn's elbow. Considering the close range and the surprise this would not be pleasant for for Rhos at all.

...violence?

Well, you win some, you lose some. For just a second, he looked strangely calm, and them looked down at his right arm out of the corner of his eye. He didn't like what he saw - apparantly, heavy meant numb, 'cause there were a lot of bloody ice ******** in his arm he hadn't noticed before. His chest was bleeding, his elbow was more or less bone and charred barbeque, and his shoulder looked spiky, and bleedy too.

And then it HURT. He cringed and tried to shrink back a little, suddenly not in the mood to do anything other than keep his mouth shut tight, teeth bared.

...violence.

Quote: Depending on reaction Joseph would yank his arm down and hit the button again, sending a second flash of light up at Rhos' chin, the old laser uppercut trick. Finally, if Rhos' grip was where he thought it would be, he tightend his fingers around the knife once more and using his gripping left hand and and whatever strength was left in his right to stab the knife downwards at the forearm that was gripping him by the elbow.

"Swichhe offsh libght." He spat blood at the fae as he spoke.

7/17

Oh ******** no.

He kept cringing back and closed his eyes, a halfass plan going through his head. A little back, a little... nope! The blast clipped his jaw and continued up to his right, burning a trail up to his hairline. It'd stink of burned hair and skin, and his teeth'd be revealed on the right side, guns looking red and shiny. It sparkled for a second, and seemed to have skin reappear. It was obviously glamour covering it, given the SHINY nature obscuring the wound, but instant replays would flash on showing the bolt and the wreckage of his right side before it went all sparkly indiscretion shot. Yes, he was vain.

But, the other half was maybe gonna work? He kicked out and up with his left leg-

notintheballsnotintheballs

-trying to hit JB in the belly. Hit or not, he'd stumble backward, left arm bleeding from a pretty knife wound that had a shallow curve to it before the actual blade went through. The blood would hit him on the nose and forehead.

[7/17]

[Sol vs Yasuo; The Sky Ring]

The impact was hellish, Sol was impressed for a second, his headbutts had obviously reached godly level for even he had never cause himself a case of whiplash. Their somewhat awkward angle lying on the platform with Sol lying mostly on his left shoulder kept him from smacking his head directly onto the platform after the blast, but considering the force of the blast it was fairly irrelevant.

Sol was oblivious to the fact that he had nothing to do with the explosion, not from ignorance of the shinobi's abilities but because his brain had started to reboot and wasn't accepting any new input right now. In fact if anyone had asked sol a question they would have gotten a beep and a message letting them know Sol was not available at the moment.

Blood was streaming from a cut on his forehead, the thin skin over his skull had split and blood was running from it freely like a river, it wasn't life threatening or anything sol would usually worry about, but it was certainly annoying. And it was that annoying sensation of warmth that Sol reminded Sol that he was still alive and that he should probably do something other than lay there.

"I aint got time to bleed..."

He had lost one his knives after the rocket jump, holding on was far more important than keeping both of his weapons after all. The better question was how exactly to use it, and Sol had to admit he didn't know. So he did what he knew was working, Sol squeezed harder. In fact if Sol squeezed much harder he'd probably start assimilating Yasuo into himself and then it hit him, or more accurately It was about to hit Yasuo.

Sols right hand still clenched around the pommel of his extended balisword, his left hand wrapped around his right wrist angled the blade down slight and slid his hands further down Yasuos back driving the blade under the mans skin. It wouldn't be a deep wound, to do that Sol would have to loosen his grip, and that was not an open. Either way a 13 inch blade into a mans back would hurt, even if it wasn't life threatening.

There was big 'yay' moment for Yasuo though, and that was that because Sol wasn't quite on his back, his grip wasn't quite centered on Yasuos back, the deep but shallow wound completely missing the mans spine. Even if Yasuo realized it though he probably wouldn't realize it was only a distraction, a bloody painful distraction, but a distraction none the less.

No Sol needed to channel someone, someone near and dear to him even if they filled him with rage, it was the finals, it wasn't like he'd need to leave this fight conscious after all, just outlast his opponent. It was the old 'two friends being chased by a bear' scenario, and it was as true here as it was out in the woods.

Sols mind was struck by the image of the person he wanted to channel, at first it was blurry his mind still somewhat out to lunch from the explosive response, but then it became more clear. It was his arch rival, Izette Asis Prechtl, the punker, blinkey.

Probably about the time Yasuo was becoming intimately aware that he was getting a new decorative back piercing Sol would rear his head back.

It was time to headbang...

With the distraction sol hoped to break the mans focus, and prevent such an explosive reaction to his coming strike. The blade cutting intot he muscle of the back combined with the pressure on the mans spine and ribcage would make it hard for Yasuo to do much but probably squirm.

...But squirming wouldn't save him this time.

Sols head struck forward, perhaps not a stronga hit as before, but what it lacked in strength it made up for in rapidity, the blood shearing off his brow spraying blood into the air around them as he struck over and over again seeking to beat the strength out of him.

He squeezed the man harder stil, the blade cutting into his opponent as each hit struck moving the blades orientation int he wound even if the headbutts seemed to do little more than cut up Sols brow and forehead the impact as an impact and the resulting jackhammer would make its impact felt on both his opponents back and head.

It really didn't matter anymore to Sol, his skull could take it, and though he didn't know how long he could keep this up it he figured he could probably take a hell of a lot more of it than his already skull rattled opponent.

Somewhere....

Izette was pleased.

[JB vs Ross_]

"So am I." Joseph spoke back quietly as the next barrage of attack began. Needless to say that the razors would be a surprise. The first shot up and quicky caused a nub of flesh to fly through the air, said nub being the tip of Joseph's nose. Looks like that nasal sound would be haunting him a bit longer. At the very least that gave him the headsup to be more aware of flying s**t, catching the second as it flew right at his face. That said, turning and dodging on elecro-burnt legs wasn't exactly the fastest way to do things. What would have been a clean dodge on fresh legs, was a blade bitting into toasted flesh around his chin, and the sharp blade travelling up and across his cheek in the worst shaving accident ever.

"BLAST!"

Perhaps it was a curse word of choice, but more than likely it had to do with his more mobile left arm coming up with the finger gun threating Rhoslyn gangsta style... Well, that's what Joseph hoped his opponent would think. Instead that was a command for the finger gun on his main hand in spite of it having the mobility of a toy robot. He had already saw that he could pull off a decent shot right at Rhoslyn's feet even with the limited range of movement, even though it just singed the grass. The level three shot Joseph just fired would not be so merciful, instead the much large and powerful blast of light impacted the ground in front of where Rhoslyn would be stepping. Grass and dirt were kicked up in a small burst of energy, and the Fae's foot was likely to come down in a pothole that wasn't there before.

Surprises like that are hardly good for ones balance when one was in the mist of a determined '******** right' charge. There was still the issue of Joseph's left hand though.

"GO GO GO!" Joseph was spitting at his opponent, blood from his nose trickling down over his lips while the ooze from his cheek started to roll down the burnt flesh. As he spoke his hand would be going forward, first level one blast aimed towards Rhos' hip, then another would be more of a body aimed blow likely to be taken by his leading arm, and the second just a bit higher, "******** right off!"

All things going successfully Joseph's left hand would change from a fingergun to a fist. Hoping the impromptu crater caused anything from a stumble to a fall, Joseph continued the momentum of his shot barrage hoping to get over Rhos' guard and deliver a left hook right to his pretty face. Machine gauntlet right in the glamour, that's gotta sting.

What started as a display of powers and flash had turned to two guys smacking each other in the rough and tumble, and what the ******** is wrong with that? This kind of brutality is what drove the crowd wild.

And in their bloodthirst they cheered.

Diagnostics_

BAT 33% [^2% V15%]_

VIT Injured_

M/O/B Light/Light/Air_

9/17_

"R-H-O-S! Go Rhos! Fight fight!" The cheers came from the girls before tossing one another into the air to perform a flip or an in air heel touch. Now and again, the girls would break out into a dance routine.

[JB vs Ross_]

Effective wasn't the word. In their battle to unpretty the other's face Rhoslyn's attack had the desired effect. Blood poured down into JB's eyes and stung, blured and all around made it nasty. Looks like he was playing it by touch now. But touch was something he had.

As his fist impacted Joseph rolled his arm down until his metal covered forearm would be lined up with Rhoslyn's Neck. Then came the words.

"Forward..." More blood droplets flew through the air as Joseph's face was practically covered by a layer of either his or his opponent's blood, "Nobody's getting in my way!"

The turbines on Joseph's back roared to life as they gave a sudden bust of speed to Joseph's counter charge. First impact would likely be painful as his forearm slammed into Rhoslyn's windpipe with the force of Joseph's push combined with the turbines. Hopefully he could push him back for a second pass at the crater. Though JB would try and keep in contact, considering his touch was more reliable than blurred vision.

Diagnostics_

BAT 26% [^2% V9%]_

VIT Injured, vision impaired_

M/O/B Light/Light/Air_

10/17_

The crowd, regardless of team preference, began to holler and shout as the jumbotron switched to display a massive digital clock. The seconds counting down as all three fights were coming to a close, the combatants from both teams; bloody, bruised and battered had put on a hell of a show within their time limit.

HoH 2010 was mere seconds from coming to its spectacular conclusion.

"GO DAD GOOO!"

Cal cheered, pumping her fist in the air. She loved it, and was proud of him.