Lego Land

The Gaian Mall was of course busy as normal today, especially considering that a good chunk of the mall was actually fans for the HoH competition was about to begin. Some of the fans seemed to be sporting Unbreakable Resolve merchandise such as T-shirts and Giant foam swords that were available at the gift shop, while others seemed to have fangs and eye patches for Last Minute Disaster. This seemed to be a perfect marketing scheme from many of the shops today!

But speaking of which, where exactly were the teams? It seemed like most of the fans were cheering and waiting before they actually say what was going on.

Outside however was a different story...

In the distance of the parking lot a bright yellow something or other seemed to be travelling down the high way and heading for the mall. There really was no explanation on what it was or where it was coming from. But there was no way on stopping it! If some of the fans would stand still in their place, they would notice, that it wasn’t just anything yellow... It sort of had a shape to it...Was that a duck?

A giant Duck was heading down the highway directly towards it. But that’s not all it was. Standing directly on top of it was a familiar face to the HoH scene. Many cheered as they knew that there was only one person crazy enough to con someone into attaching a giant duck to their car as though it was a parade float. That person was Izette Prechtl.

(Trailer hitch not included, but you get the idea).

On the top of it, Izette was full of pride as she made her way down the road with her hand on her hips. She was fully prepared for this match as every knife she had ownership of seemed strapped to the various parts of her body in their sheaths. In the blowing wind she seemed to be sporting today her traditional purple and white trimmed coat with a black tank top and black faded jeans. There were no piercing on her face such as her nose ring that she occasionally wore, the only thing she seemed to have on her face was her black eye patch that seemed to be a major asset to her appearance. With her hair blowing in the wind dramatically and her hands on her hips, this woman was ready for anything.

But who exactly was crazy enough to aid this woman out in her antics? But why, Noah Ryke, her main squeeze and Bear was driving this along with his sister’s navy blue truck that he was “borrowing” after some convincing from Izzy. They were both sure that Zandra was probably going to have a fit about this, but Izzy right now was living the moment. And besides, Noah’s car wasn’t going to be able to pull around a giant a** bird, so they really didn’t have much of a choice. Whether Zandy had noticed now was entirely not the point, Izette was coming, and it was quite obvious!

Many of the cars in the parking lot seemed to try it’s best to move out of the way as the truck in the front was roaring As a passage cleared Izette began to grin as many of her own personal fans who were still outside and where making their way in sat in awe over this. Nobody could believe that this woman of very little brains could have pulled something like this off. And to be fair, Izzy didn’t think she could really pull this s**t off either.

Finally, the giant bird came to a stop as the truck also stopped as well in an appropriate parking spot known as the fire lane at the front of the mall. Izette almost found herself launching off the end of it. But managing to catch herself before ending up as part of the front of the mall logo she regain her composure. Now the real question was, how the hell was she going to get down? Running towards the tale end of the bird she merely launched herself off of the head of it, and soared through the air. It wasn’t till her body made contact with the bird’s back that she ended up going fly upwards and off of the bird. Now this was the part she really didn’t think through, because Izzy was sailing through the air and towards the cement now, which was going to really hurt!

Many of her fans screamed in somewhat horror knowing that this could lead to a chance of some serious damage before the match could even begin! Luckily for Izzy, instead of breaking a leg or two, she merely instead landed in one of the trees that were potted beside the mall of decoration. No, it wasn’t a comfy landing seeing as she ended up with getting a few sticks to the head. But it sure as hell beat what the rest of the crowd was expecting. A few cheers came from here and there to see as their Bludgeoning Babe was not injured already! Sliding down the tree, Izette made her way to the ground gently and held her arms up as though she were impressed with herself. Picking sticks and other various plant life out of her hair she made her way into the mall entrance with her traditional with kicking it to knock the door off it’s hinges.

The crowd cheeredfrom inside as they knew that one of their beloved teammates had arrived.

IT WAS TIME!

LEGO LAND HERE WE COME!

Showtime.

Stephen strutted in to cameras flashing, donning his signature red jacket instead of his desert duds, smirking confidently as he did so. His headphones were blasting appropriately cliche music and getting him in the mood for a fight. This was gonna be a match between people he knew, so it was gonna be a good time at the movies for all, no doubt.

Lego's were strewn everywhere, but the area normally found to be filled with children and building enthusiasts was sectioned off for fighters.

There was was a massive pile of bricks and pieces piling towards the ceiling, along with minifigures who were full size, giant recreations of the famous 2x4 blocks, and pretty much any form of brick you could imagine.

He walked up next to the pile of bricks on the sidelines and glanced over the tops of the sunglasses he was wearing. Without a word, he started fiddling with the blocks at a manic speed, digging and placing brick to brick with lightning fast efficiency. Literal years of practice with these babies made him something of a virtuoso when it came to the art of digging through piles and building, and he was on fire! His oft spent childhood pass time was finally coming in handy!

The paparazzi watched this manic activity until he suddenly pulled back a full sized Lego Katana. It was surprisingly sturdy, though it would no doubt succumb to structural damage if actually used to hit something. That said, it was quite a glorious combination of basic Lego bricks and the fancier, more intricate Technic pieces. He would turn and hold it in front of him for the cameras to get a good look at -

• the gorgeous mix of bumps and holes and lines where bricks connected to other bricks was quite a sight. But honestly, even the paparazzi knew that there was only one reason for this. Before this day was though, that sucker was gonna get cracked over someone's skull.

He would lay it over his shoulder and walk towards the ring proper. It clashed horrendously with his own weapons, but who the ******** cared - it was LEGO LAND. These glorious colored bricks everywhere would probably have to be sanitized and disinfected after the fight for all of the blood that was probably going to be spilled here. It was their own damn fault for staging a tournament called HEAVEN OR HELL here, and he was going to make the best of it.

[HoH Note: Sutii is not wearing his Desert Gear, and therefore will not receive any benefit it normally gives him for the duration of this round.]

Ah the Mall, that modern day magical place where a person could find almost anything that they needed, or at least thought they needed.

This mall was packed, not only was there the everyday traffic of school kids and harassed looking parents... teenagers with far too much attitude, and the occasional well dressed man who had the determined look of one who was going to get in and get out as fast as they could! This mall was also packed with spectators and fans, some waving foam swords and others wearing eye-patches all headed for one of this malls main attractions. Lego Land!

The racket of the place may have masked her footsteps, and her opponent may have managed to make a much more flashy entrance... but Raven had already been here for hours! A few enterprising shopkeepers had put up sales especially for the tournament... and there was no way Hono'o Arashi Raven would ever miss a sale!

In the wake of a tall man, who was trying not to look extremely unhappy to be there... especially since he was stuck juggling the weight of quite a few shopping bags... the little redhead set her sunglasses on the top of her head looking through the crowd with orange eyes, the curls of her pigtails bouncing with her steps.

Today would be fun, today she got to face a legend!

Grinning she smoothed a hand over her red and black plaid school-girl skirt, tracing along the hilts of the pair of daggers hanging from her belt, the pair of fans clipped to the back of that belt a comforting weight. The rest of her knives were tucked and hidden under that skirt, or the white blouse with it's froth of lace at her neck and around her wrists, the tall white stockings that managed to hide just under the hem of her skirt and the red leather corset.

A school girl... sort of...if school girls went armed to the teeth, and normally trounced around in the company of extremely dangerous people!

Lego Land loomed before her as her escort/valet stepped aside to join the rest of the spectators. "Thanks dear, I'll be back in a bit and then we can hit up the stores on the east side of the mall!" With a wink she patted him on the a** and stepped into the ring to look over Stephens creation.

They weren't called Last Minute Disaster for no reason, really.

If anything, they had all more than likely arrived last minute to their own birthing.

But that was besides the point, where the rest of Izzy's team was more of a concern now.

There would be no fancy entrance, no call of arrival or upstaging. Allex had arrived on her own time, making sure no attention came to herself. If anything, the four foot eleven goat fit in with the other scampering children as she entered the mall and LEGO LAND itself.

Izzy had arrived before everyone else as far as she had been made aware of. As for their opponents, well...from what the golden eyed goat could see there was a man with a sword, or rather two men with swords and a try hard woman she recognized from the ball some time back who's teeth she felt needed to be kicked in along with her dancing partner that night; the hair was a dead give away.

All in all, Allex would offer Izzy (if spotted) a welcoming smile before she began making her way up one of the more giant LEGO people. Once on the shoulder of the said LEGO person, Allex would watch the going ons below.

And just who was that LEGO person?

None other than Allex herself, better than barbie, but still made out of plastic.

Wurd.~

Raven spotted an enterprising giant pretzel vendor, and grinned at the tenacity of the fellow... his napkins even had ducks on them!

She skirted the arena, being careful not to look at the two members of LMD who had decided to join the party thus far, speaking quietly to the vendor... pointing out the big blond man and handing the vendor a fairly large sum of currency... John would have something to snack on in just a few minutes, but for now Rae took two of the pretzels and headed through the giant lego building towards Maximos's drinking partner on her nifty trademarked bench.

Holding out one of the, still warm, snacks as a peace offering. "Hello Miss Prechtl... I don't know if you remember me or not, I'm Raven!"

The punk and the pretend school girl... what a pair they could have made!

Ah Hell, at least they could admire each-others knives in a little bit here...

Izette looked over slightly to see that she was being addressed by the female of the other team. Her hair was a vivid red and black color. The mere sound of it caused her smile that she was giving her fellow teammate that showed up. But it seemed that the woman was trying to offer her a peace offering of a pretzel. Looking at it, Izette turned her body and quickly stood to her feet as though she were rising to a challenge. The punker got up and was moving closer to her, only be practically inches away from her own face. Being roughly four inches taller than H]ono gave her an added bonus on being scarier than s**t.

“I remember you...” Izette’s voice was cold and cool as she began to clench her fists slightly together. The mere sound of her knuckles cracking was barely audible thanks to the sounds of the mall that surrounded them. But Izette knew exactly who this woman was. Last she saw her; this girl was running her lip with that girl who decided to call her a drunk slut. And that did not please the punker woman.

THUD!

At that moment, it seemed that someone was beginning to run off his mouth like a small chicken. Finally, Reinhart had decided to make his appearance to the match. And it seemed that with him addressing Hono was Izzy's chance to strike. With the pretzel still fully extended to her there was only thing that Izette could do. Her arm quickly swung backwards and went straight towards the Hono’s face. Depending on how Hono was holding the pretzel there was a chance that it was also going to be going straight to her nose along with the fist. That was definitely going to be b***h to deal with considering if it hit at the right angle, it probably would have either bruised or broken her dainty nose.A small part of Izzy only hoped that her opponent’s balance was going to be thrown off enough to cause he to get knocked off her feet and into the large blocks of lego, possibly causing them to shatter.

Where did this anger come from?

Well besides the fact that there was the incident from the opening ceremonies it was obviously clear with Izzy logic that she was making fun of her last name. Afterall Prechtl and Pretzel did sound awfully similar...

[1/17]

Edit: Distraction details.

Cristopher Reinhart Wrote:

"And YOU..." Reinhart's eyes narrowed veiling Ryugi in his gaze. "What the hell are you doing calling me out before I even arrive?" With a quick flick of his arm he threw two pieces of Lego blocks at his former team mate and also long standing friend. "People are going to think you're trying to start a fight." With that he gave Ryugi that oh so smug and very confident smile, you know the one where you tilt your chin up and look down on someone? That one.

Round 1: Brothers in Battle

With a blurr, the two Lego blocks were separated from one another as Ryugi swung his sword, aptly named Excalego, cutting them neatly in twain before his red eyes pulsed with light and he met Reinhart's glance with one of his own. Years had passed since they last saw one another or fought on the same battlefield. But today, that was going to change. Preliminaries were over, and it was time for him to show the world what he and UNBREAKABLE RESOLVE were REALLY made of!

You catch on fast as ever. So, let's stop dawdling...

and GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!

With a flash, light energy pulsed down Ryugi's left arm and a shield shimmered into view. It was the same one that he had used against Raien, but this time, he looked a whole lot more determined to smash someone with it. He didn't give his good friend time to make a comeback, he simply charged into the fray, shield leading his charge, Excalego trailing back and to the right as he approached...

Playtime was over.

[1/17]

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

Izette looked over slightly to see that she was being addressed by the female of the other team. Her hair was a vivid red and black color. The mere sound of it caused her smile that she was giving her fellow teammate that showed up. But it seemed that the woman was trying to offer her a peace offering of a pretzel. Looking at it, Izette turned her body and quickly stood to her feet as though she were rising to a challenge. The punker got up and was moving closer to her, only be practically inches away from her own face. Being roughly four inches taller than Hono gave her an added bonus on being scarier than s**t.

“I remember you...” Izette’s voice was cold and cool as she began to clench her fists slightly together. The mere sound of her knuckles cracking was barely audible thanks to the sounds of the mall that surrounded them. But Izette knew exactly who this woman was. Last she saw her; this girl was running her lip with that girl who decided to call her a drunk slut. And that did not please the punker woman.

THUD!

At that moment, it seemed that someone was beginning to run off his mouth like a small chicken. Finally, Reinhart had decided to make his appearance to the match. And it seemed that with him addressing Hono was Izzy's chance to strike. With the pretzel still fully extended to her there was only thing that Izette could do. Her arm quickly swung backwards and went straight towards the Hono’s face. Depending on how Hono was holding the pretzel there was a chance that it was also going to be going straight to her nose along with the fist. That was definitely going to be b***h to deal with considering if it hit at the right angle, it probably would have either bruised or broken her dainty nose.A small part of Izzy only hoped that her opponent’s balance was going to be thrown off enough to cause he to get knocked off her feet and into the large blocks of lego, possibly causing them to shatter.

Where did this anger come from?

Well besides the fact that there was the incident from the opening ceremonies it was obviously clear with Izzy logic that she was making fun of her last name. Afterall Prechtl and Pretzel did sound awfully similar...

[1/17]

Edit: Distraction details.

Hono'o would have sighed sadly at the anger, especially since she had not been part of Glaoria's sniping at the opening ceremonies, only stating what she knew as fact from having seen Izzete on quite a few occasions drunk and disorderly. Besides, being shorter than almost everyone made it hard to be intimidated simply because someone was taller than she was!

Rae was, however, tempted to throw something at Reinhart. Was the man trying to embarrass her in front of his teammate?

... but Izzy seemed to have fallen for one of Hono'o favorite ploys, assuming that cute and sweet meant stupid and slow.

The extended hand and peace offering being directly in the path of the punch it wasn't too hard to let the pretzel be swept out of her hand by Izette's fist, leaving her own hand free to twist and make a fast grab for the back of the punk's wrist as she would then simultaneously yank on the other woman's arm... pulling it towards herself, but now at a downwards and outwards angle from Raven's face and neck ... and step into Izzy raising her knee in a jab at the other woman's gut as she dropped her own pretzel to give herself two free hands again.

[1/17]

Damn it... instead of a neat and tidy knee to the gut and then the punk folding over like most people did, Rae found herself being dragged along for the ride, taking a stumbling step back and dropping her wrist hold as Izzy tried to drag her down.

Izzete's b***d shoulder roll defiantly would not have gotten her an interview for Cirque du Soleil but neither would Raven's one handed attempt at a back walkover... It was awkward as all hell, but keeping from falling on her a, where the slightly larger woman would have a serious advantage, was high on her priority list since Damion was out for this round and her boys had to actually rely on her...

Her knees were already bending as Izzy dragged her along and her free hand went over her head as she arched her back and kicked her feet off the ground, that free hand managing to touch down enough to stabilize her for the flip... the only real advantage was that Izzy's roll let Hono'o tug her wrist free, and the flip gave her a tiny bit of space and enough time to draw one of the daggers at her waist.

"If I knew you wanted to tumble instead of rumble I would have asked that we step away from all these childrens' toys... there is a nice bedding store just down the way where we could roll in the sheets if that is more to your taste!" Her smile flashed fangs and her orange eyes had a lot more heat to them than they had a few moments ago.. flashing her underwear to the crowd.. as well at the thigh holster with it's switchblade very high on her thigh had been something she didn't plan to do so soon in this round.

[2/17]

Allex had been off in her own little world buliding little plastic block animals and circus props with the Legos surrounding the area while her captain and vice captain began their fights with Breakable resolve's own fighters just a few feet away.

While building, the four foot eleven goat was prodded by a young boy who quietly stood by watching both her and the fights going on behind her. When given attention, the boy offered a slightly toothless smile in which Allex returned just as big.

Thinking the boy had only wanted to say hello, Allex returned to her building only to be prodded once more. Turning back to the boy, Allex would questioningly stare at him only to ask what exactly he had wanted when he had remained silent.

Simply pointing up, he grinned even wider finally speaking exactly what was on his mind. "Thass you?"

Following his direction of point Allex nodded, seeing he had meant the giant replica of herself.

"Yes...do you li-"

"Thass not you, you liar." He grinned, as if catching her in a lie.

"But it is me, just bigger and....well, just as flat."

"Not-uh, if it was you, why don't it have those things sticking out of it's head like you do?" He teased, obviously thinking Allex was just as young as he.

"Of course it has them, they're right the-WHERE THE HELL ARE IT'S HORNS?!" She nearly screamed, causing the boy to jump and nearly haul a** back to his parents who probably left him alone to be slaughtered by Reinharts flashy entrance just a few seconds ago.

Fuming, the golden eyed goat stared on at her disfigured LEGO self, tears nearly falling from her eyes. They had forgotten the most important part of her, and how dare they! She couldn't believe it! Wanted to kill whoever gave the OK to put this in her round, disgracing her!

She would had dismembered the ugly yellow block if it had not been for the woman who had currently taken up fisty cuffs with Izzy catching her attention.

HonoRaven Wrote:

"If I knew you wanted to tumble instead of rumble I would have asked that we step away from all these childrens' toys... there is a nice bedding store just down the way where we could roll in the sheets if that is more to your taste!"

THE NERVE! How dare the woman hit on her vice captain as if it were cute! Did she think she had even an inkling of a chance with the punker to say such a thing?! Was she even Izzy's type? Her thoughts raced a mile a minute while she stood, infuriated with both the LEGO company and the red headed woman.

In just a matter of minutes Allex had constructed both a tiny replica of LEGOLAND and Hono; only to play Godzilla as she stomped around destroying and demolishing both replicas.

The boy from earlier could only look on in awe, a dark heavy blush coming across his face. With jaw dropped and eyes now trained on the red headed woman, the boy could only mutter one thing...

"Panties..."

The woman was a bit of a slippery minx seeing as she had miraculously broke free of Izzy’s grip. Maybe she decided to throw some oil on her or something. But that really didn’t matter seeing as now that Izette had a chance to look around she quickly noticed something that she could use to her advantage once having a chance to look around at her surroundings. What caught her eye was the fact there was a lego replica of a castle before her that had little flags to represent each of the teams that were representing HoH this year. Firmly grasping the closest one with both of her free hands, Izette turned her body and swung the flag upwards and into the Red haired woman was doing flips and such.

“If I knew you wanted to tumble instead of r-“

CRACK!

This was a trick that she learned from her best friend Ryke!

There was no time for her to even flash a smile; Izette was swinging what appeared to be an ODESSA flag, with its swastika emblem printed on the fake fabric that was blowing in the wind and it would have went straight into her jaw seeing as there was opportunity that Hono had provided by chatting away and given enough space between them for her to draw out one of her daggers rather quickly. The force of pushing herself upwards off the ground and into her jaw would probably feel like a baseball bat her jaw to snap it shut. Perhaps it was going to leave a bruise, or even provide a chance to cause her to snap her mouth so hard that it would have chipped/shattered one of her teeth. And seeing as there was a long flag section smacking against it as well, the surface area was quite a bit larger than being hit with a bat. Even being a pro knife wielder like Izzy, it was going to be awfully hard to block an oversized lego flag with a knife.

“Shut up.” Izzy always hated hearing people yap their mouths like that. But she always loved it because it gave great opportunities like this to arise.

[3/17]

John face-palmed as Hono'o showed the world her undergarments. Picking up a pretzel, he replayed the conversation he'd had with her as he pulled it apart.

"But Hono'o, its not practical..." He'd said.

"But it's so cute!" He mimicked her.

"Everybody will see yer knickers..." He'd warned her.

"Oh, shush John and live a little!" He miimcked again, before biting into his pretzel, chewing it slowly. "...Live a little, hmph..." He muttered, shaking his head, before lifting it and cupping his hands over his mouth to give his voice some distance over the din of the battle.

"C'mon Hono'o!!"

She was right.

Izzy didn’t have many brain cells to begin with. So everybody knew that thinking wasn’t exactly Izzy’s forte. It never has been and it never will be.

Before Izzy was even able to give a good shove into Hono’s jugular to cause airflow to cut off, Hono tossed in a little trick of the trade! It was clear that even though Izzy was being her normal self, she was getting under the woman’s skin. Without any warning Hono provided a good shove backwards by grabbing the pole, she shoved Izzy backwards with her strength. This did cause Izzy to stumble backwards a fair bit seeing as she wasn’t even expecting the woman to have quite a bit of strength to her despite her size.

They were a few more feet away from one another now, seeing as the punker woman was not all that well balanced in her footing, seeing as she had to recover from her somersault position. And then, Toots performed her stunt that was almost too frightening for words. Lunging forwards a bit the woman tossed her dagger towards Izzy’s chest. Now, Izzy was normally not the one for dodging, but for once she figured this was going to be a good idea seeing that Ryke told her that she wasn’t allowed getting more sharp objects to her body. Slowly, the punker turned to the right side and moved to try her best to not get impaled with this object.

THUNK.

The good news was that, the knife was off balanced seeing as it was not originally meant for tossing like a throwing knife. But unfortunately thanks to her moving, she seemed to be met with the unpleasant feeling of the dagger hitting the side portion of her arm at a rather funny angle. It wasn’t in the joint section, but rather the meaty part on adjacent to the shoulder that was only muscle and flesh. Small drops of blood moved down her arm and only caused Izzy to...howl?

That’s right.

Izzy grabbed a hold of her injured arm and began to howl rather loudly in a sort of over the top dramatic kind of way. It wasn’t even that serious of an injury, but for some reason this woman was acting like it was suddenly the end of the world.

“WHY! OH GAIA! I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN! OH! GOD!” Izette even didn’t stand still as she clamped her arm. Around the small area of space, the woman moved back and forth repetitively, making her an even harder target to hit again. But despite her cries and begs for mercy, she had a bit of a grin on her face as though she was find the whole event humorous. Maybe she found injuries funny...

“GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD! MOMMY DUCK IS COMMING!” With a final dramatic twirl, the woman fell to the side and landed in what appeared to be a wall to the lego castle that she had stolen the flag from.

CRASH!

Blocks flew everywhere as the woman fell into the large collection of blocks. But it wasn’t enough force to cause the entire structure to fall down as well. It was just enough to leave an Izzy silhouette within the wall. In fact, from where Hono was standing it probably would have looked like a knock out seeing as Izzy had protection from any sort of visual that the woman could get seeing as she fell through the opposite side thanks to her waltzing around like a drunk. No one could hear what exactly was going on, other than the quite sound of quick obsessive clicking that was going on inside of the fort.

Clickclickclickclick.

Either Izzy was playing with her knives...

Or she was creating a monster.

[4/17]

Stephen took off his sunglasses and looked at Taki without saying anything for a moment. This was his opponent? A biker chick? He slipped off his headphones as she blared the music on her bike.

"Every ********' time..."

People just hated letting him have his moment to rock out it seemed.

"Oi! You're Stephen, right? All I ask is a good fight and no bullshit, that good with you?"

He looked up as he was being called out, and scanned his eyes across his challenger. Her name... Taki, wasn't it? Taki Morivan? Yeah, that wasn't a comfortable name to hear right now. When he first heard the name on the LMD Roster it didn't hardly register, but now...

He wasn't sure if it was just coincidence or what, but now wasn't the time to get lost in thought. He turned his gaze away from his challenger and looked down as if he needed a second to pull himself together.

"I was never planning on it. I also wasn't planning on holding back. I expect you to bring the same. Give some respect to that surname of yours."

He then looked up and sauntered over to a nice untouched section of Lego Land between piles of half finished constructions and boxes of bricks on tables, as well as giant bricks laying around for... people to sit on? They didn't look all that comfortable. Maybe they were planning on eventually building a mega-pyramid with a Lego crane or something, who knows? At any rate, he stepped up on top of one of said big blocks and awaited his opponent to follow

Despite his attitude, he couldn't help but start feeling good from the pre-fight endorphin boost that he was feeling. He would point his Lego katana at Taki and smirk slightly at the woman before the fight started.

"And do make this a good fight. I'd hate for you to be late and crap in the ring."

John watched as Hono'o attacked angrily, happy that she'd drawn first blood. He thumped his table with his metal fist, crying out encouragement from his vantage point. "C'mon Hono'o! Fight on! Take that b***h out!" He roared as his food spilled everywhere..

Finally, a challenge! Although not one John was expecting - a little woman a way aways was cheering the opposing team on, and specifically the punk girl Hono'o was currently facing.

Well, that would just not do. And John was never one to back down from a challenge.

He gripped the edges of the table with both hands and only yelled at quarter power - at full power he might just do some structural damage. "PUNCH HER IN THE dk, HONO'O! THE dk!"

Here was a three part insult that worked on so many levels. One: it was crass and showed the utter distaste he had for the other team. Second: it hopefully spurred Raven on. Third: it implies that the punk girl was a transsexual.

With a p***s.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

The explosive fist to the side of the head had left Ryugi a little more dazed than your average run-of-the-mill punch, and as he staggered back, Reinhart did what any good fighter would do. He attacked full force. As Ryugi avoided the Lego Dragon with a quick last-minute dodge, the rest of the blows came and rained down on Ryugi, each jarring shot to his body registered with a dull thud against his rock-solid bones. But right now, Ryugi's mind was elsewhere.

He'd remembered how down his team had felt just before the current round started. Their leader had felt so troubled by their preliminary scoring that he had all but lost the desire to continue to fight. Even now, he knew that as Hono fought with Izzette, her will had taken a blow too, and by the looks of things, his friend Stephen was still waiting for his opponent. It was the trial of their strength, and a test of their will to continue forward, and things seemed bleak. What they needed was a solid reminder of who they were, what they represented. They need the fire in their hearts rekindled, and their resolve bolstered once again.

They needed to grit their teeth.

As the shot to Ryugi's gut drove home, Ryugi was knocked forward, and he looked down. But he shouldn't have been looking down. He was the Co-Captain and Morale Officer. he should be looking up, looking towards the heavens and fighting with everything he had to reach them. This was his duty, his only goal for fighting once again in this sickened place. He had a role to play, and he'd fight with all his might before he let anyone take that away from him.

The left hook was the one that did it. The fist drove home, slamming Ryugi across the side of his face, and knocking some sense into him. But at that moment, it was time to kick things into gear. They had something to prove, all of them, and it would start with him.

HONO!! STEPHEN!!

LET'S SEE YOU GRIT THOSE TEETH!!!

• GRAAAAAAAHHHH!!! -

The combo of punches and kicks would suddenly halt as energy thundered from Ryugi's body from every direction in a massive wave of power that melted the plastic Lego bricks around him and sent a torrent of sheer force directly into Reinhart's point-blank body. His voice echoed throughout the arena, even louder than usual thanks to his mostly deafened state. Even if he couldn't HEAR his words, he spoke them with every ounce of conviction and strength he had.

The wall of force would strike Reinhart like a freight train, with enough power to send the man flying backwards, uncontrollably, for several dozen feet. But it was all to buy Ryugi the time he needed to speak to his comrades. Damage Reinhart took, while it would likely feel like he'd been hit by a brick wall of roughly 650 degrees, would depend much more on how he landed, and his ability to deal with heat. So, as the air warbled and the plastic smoked and steamed around him, Ryugi spoke.

Have you snapped out of it yet you two? Because if you ever start to doubt yourselves, I promise I'll be there to give you a reminder of what you can do!

Ryugi pulled himself into a standing position from his semi-slumped stance and spat out a bit of blood from his mouth, and more that had run down his throat from his bleeding nose.

We're Team UNBREAKABLE Resolve! And it will take much more than one bad round or one lousy fight to take us down. And don't either of you forget that. So fight with all your might, and beleive in yourselves, because I beleive in you.

So let's show this Last Minute Disaster the power of our UNBREAKABLE RESOLVE!

Ryugi would shake off the pain in his gut and the cuts on the inside of his mouth. He had bigger things to do this year, and he'd be damned if he let himself go out in the very first round. He was going to give it his all, and show everyone that winning alone was not how this tournament was meant to be. He glanced across the battlefield to wherever Reinhart would be, and set his determined gaze upon the man with a smirking grin.

He stretched his right arm out and gave a signal that needed no words to be understood.

Bring it on...

[4/17]

2 Buffer / 5 Stamina / 5 Willpower

[Deafened 2 turns]

Mid air Renhart was struck by what felt like an explosion, force and heat suddenly striking his entire body as he went for his two kicks. Blown away easily as he wasn't grounded he didn't stay too long in the explosion's area of effect. Although he felt bad for all the poor Legos around them he'd count his blessings and thanked what he was wearing as well as his own natural resistance to fire. The force itself was a different story of course. Out of sheer reflex he threw his arms over his face as he was clearly able to see the energy build up in Ryugi, too bad he couldn't hear his glorious warcry however.

Like a feather he was blasted away from his opponent striking whatever Lego blocks were in his path before he threw his legs up and over doing a back flip right before he hit the floor. Landing on three limbs he skid across the ground and looked up at Ryugi, his clothes sporting rips and tears along with black spots of soot and burns. Reinhart himself was literally emitting smoke as he stood, staggered, then dusted his clothes putting out the fire his bandaged hands had caught. Surely he was going to be bronzed for his next match, the burns on his face and hands were proof.

Now, wiping blood from his nose and the side of his mouth with his blackened sleeve he too spit blood to one side as he watched Ryugi call him forth. Sore all over he pushed his legs to move him forward and with half a smile began to run at Ryugi again, no use kicking around melted Legos this time. The distance closed rather fast, there was no zig zagging this time, he went straight for his opponent and as he was getting within reach he bent at the knees and nearly slid into a crouch. Once close enough he pushed off, his right side leading him into range and he threw his right fist upward.

Though he didn't leave the ground he aimed to uppercut Ryugi right on the chin hoping that his dip may have confused him a little. Quickly following that he'd throw a straight left punch dipping again aimed at Ryugi's midsection trying to wind the man/dragon. He only hoped he didn't have to deal with anymore are of effect tricks, because right now, he was still literally smoking.

Maybe he'd have to start getting a little fancy... if not fancy-ER.

Side note:

Reduced fire damage due to:

Jacket and Pants - They're made of thick cloth to resist piercing, burning, and tearing, they're similar to a Fire Fighters Turnouts, made of Normex stitching and Kevlar. Obviously they're styled to look like casual wear and will not provide complete protection from direct hits, it's simple light protection fitted for mobility more so than anything else.

And...

-Fire: Superior. 30% Resistance.

[4/17]

"Heh!" Her silver eyes practically shimmering with excitement behind her shades, Taki smirked at Stephen as she quickly checked to make sure that her boots and gloves were securely fastened one more time. "You be best prepared, boyo. 'Cuz I don't do any of that 'holding back' s**t. And I'm far from being crap for sure." Another grin spread across her face as she dropped to all fours, tail swishing back and forth behind her in anticipation of the brawl she was about to begin.

((Gloves only go to the wrist, full descriptions below.))

Taki's fangs glinted in the light as she charged at her opponent, both legs pushing so hard into the floor that they left small dents in it. She broke into an all-out sprint, intent to either land a punishing first blow, or at least get this off to a fun start. As she approached the block Stephen was standing on, Taki did a bit of a diagonally leftward skip forward, then leapt at her red-garbed opponent. Her right arm cocked back fully and then shot forward in an arc at him, a powerful hook punch aimed right at the man's stomach. Might as well start this party off with a bang.

Quote:** Wrote:

Melee Weapons

-Black, fingerless, leather gloves with steel plates inbetween each knuckle joint, a steel plate covering the back of the hand, 1-inch wide pyramid-shaped studs around the wrist, and a 1/4-inch wide pyramid-shaped stud on each joint where the finger connects to the hand. (2 per pair, 5 total pairs)

-Combat boots with steel toe sections, steel-plated soles and heels (plating goes up to one inch above the sole of the boot), with 1/2-inch wide pyramid studs going up the back of the boot from the top of the sole/heel plating to a half-inch from the boot-top. (2 per pair, 5 total pairs)

[ 1 / 17 ]

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

She was right.

Izzy didn’t have many brain cells to begin with. So everybody knew that thinking wasn’t exactly Izzy’s forte. It never has been and it never will be.

Before Izzy was even able to give a good shove into Hono’s jugular to cause airflow to cut off, Hono tossed in a little trick of the trade! It was clear that even though Izzy was being her normal self, she was getting under the woman’s skin. Without any warning Hono provided a good shove backwards by grabbing the pole, she shoved Izzy backwards with her strength. This did cause Izzy to stumble backwards a fair bit seeing as she wasn’t even expecting the woman to have quite a bit of strength to her despite her size.

They were a few more feet away from one another now, seeing as the punker woman was not all that well balanced in her footing, seeing as she had to recover from her somersault position. And then, Toots performed her stunt that was almost too frightening for words. Lunging forwards a bit the woman tossed her dagger towards Izzy’s chest. Now, Izzy was normally not the one for dodging, but for once she figured this was going to be a good idea seeing that Ryke told her that she wasn’t allowed getting more sharp objects to her body. Slowly, the punker turned to the right side and moved to try her best to not get impaled with this object.

THUNK.

The good news was that, the knife was off balanced seeing as it was not originally meant for tossing like a throwing knife. But unfortunately thanks to her moving, she seemed to be met with the unpleasant feeling of the dagger hitting the side portion of her arm at a rather funny angle. It wasn’t in the joint section, but rather the meaty part on adjacent to the shoulder that was only muscle and flesh. Small drops of blood moved down her arm and only caused Izzy to...howl?

That’s right.

Izzy grabbed a hold of her injured arm and began to howl rather loudly in a sort of over the top dramatic kind of way. It wasn’t even that serious of an injury, but for some reason this woman was acting like it was suddenly the end of the world.

“WHY! OH GAIA! I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN! OH! GOD!” Izette even didn’t stand still as she clamped her arm. Around the small area of space, the woman moved back and forth repetitively, making her an even harder target to hit again. But despite her cries and begs for mercy, she had a bit of a grin on her face as though she was find the whole event humorous. Maybe she found injuries funny...

“GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD! MOMMY DUCK IS COMMING!” With a final dramatic twirl, the woman fell to the side and landed in what appeared to be a wall to the lego castle that she had stolen the flag from.

CRASH!

Blocks flew everywhere as the woman fell into the large collection of blocks. But it wasn’t enough force to cause the entire structure to fall down as well. It was just enough to leave an Izzy silhouette within the wall. In fact, from where Hono was standing it probably would have looked like a knock out seeing as Izzy had protection from any sort of visual that the woman could get seeing as she fell through the opposite side thanks to her waltzing around like a drunk. No one could hear what exactly was going on, other than the quite sound of quick obsessive clicking that was going on inside of the fort.

Clickclickclickclick.

Either Izzy was playing with her knives...

Or she was creating a monster.

[4/17]

Rae was more than a little confused, to say the least...One moment the other woman was all hard core b***h, and the next she was doing a horrific attempt at bad drama... it would have been quite amusing if the sudden change hadn't been so very confusing!

She knew that knife wouldn't have done too much damage... those two were intended to hold off big men with long nasty weapons... and stabbing, since nothing says 'I hate you too!' like a foot of tempered steel in the gut...Not throwing. So as Izzy crashed through the lego wall Raven had a look of trepidation on her face, not elation...

Hono'o may have been a bird brain, but she defiantly didn't think she had managed a knock out

Well, no time like the present to add a little heat to the game... since she didn't feel like closing quarters with the punk again any time soon, now seemed like as good a time as any to start tossing around the magic!

She tossed the pole straight up in the air to catch it again in the center of the rod, no use letting a good weapon go to waste, even if it wasn't one of her preferred ones... as an orange ball of flames grew a couple of inches off of her left palm!

Wrote: Fireball~a contained sphere of flames that can be thrown at an opponent

}lifespan of 3 minutes maximum (AKA 6 posts by caster)

}ranges in size between 1 foot in diameter to 3 feet in diameter, this is determined at time of casting

}Size of the ball is based on charge time, a foot for every post to a max of three posts for a 3 foot wide ball

}Fire balls are thrown at an average rate of 65 MPH

}temperature of core is at 50 to 200°C (even the lowest of these temperatures are known to cause second to third degree burns on humans) temperatures are decided via the size of the fireball, as well as how much stamina is put into the casting to begin with

*Casting cost: 5 to 15% of stamina per fire ball, dependent on the size of the fireball

Rae took two steps back, almost falling on her a** as she bumped into a large pile of those oversized lego's that were meant for toddlers, the ones that were too big to really put in your mouth...

That could have been real embarrassing! That lego wall had to go, not being able to keep the punk in sight was far too worrisome! She drew back her hand and tossed her foot wide fireball a couple of inches to the right of the Izzy-sized break in the lego wall, where the wash of flames would be able to leap a bit around the hole in case the other woman was already on the charge with whatever new trick she had up her sleeve!

Time to see what temperature lego melted at, 50°C was as good a place to start as any!

Magical Energy = 95%

[4/17]

OFFENSIVE STRIKER

"WELL I BET HER d**k IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!" Allex shouted right back at the I can't believe it's not butter look alike. She stood to her feet, having dropped the replicas as soon as she had straighted. If it was a challenge he wanted, a challenge he would get. And oh what regret he would have for challenging her after having insulted the punker just seconds ago.

With the biggest grin she could muster toward the man she had been exchanging cheers with Allex took off in a sprint toward his teammate and Izette's opponent as she was mid cast with whatever doo hickey magic she had been busy casting.

Being only four foot eleven and weighing very little, the goat woman barely made a sound in the second it took to close what little gap was between herself and the red headed fire caster already.

Since Hono's attention was on Izzy's disappearance in the LEGO castle and her casting, she would be too distracted to notice the freckled faced woman sneaking up and grabbing hold of her arms and waist in a super ***** bear goat HUG O LOVE to vigorously hump into the backside of Hono for several Discovery Channel type o' lovin' seconds.

Once satisfied, and before her ten seconds were up (Allex was the queen of quickeys) Allex would release her hold of the woman, wipe her forehead of it's make believe sweat and jet back for her own LEGO self, all the while giving Johnny boy the smuggest look she could manage on her way back.

Just Three Words Wrote:

OFFENSIVE STRIKER

Since Hono's attention was on Izzy's disappearance in the LEGO castle and her casting, she would be too distracted to notice the freckled faced woman sneaking up and grabbing hold of her arms and waist in a super ***** bear goat HUG O LOVE to vigorously hump into the backside of Hono for several Discovery Channel type o' lovin' seconds.

Alex had made three mistakes... the first was assuming that Rae was just going to stand still while being butt humped by the other woman..

The second was that Hono'o was the type of spell caster who needed to fully focus all of her attention on her magic to make it work...

She dropped her fireball... literally.. so that the half formed spell fell at her feet and toasted the astro-turf to a nice crispy black a few feet all around Raven and the Goat-girl... hopefully Alex was wearing protective foot wear!

Raven glanced over her shoulder at the slightly shorter woman as a nasty smile spread across her lips. "Honey, I don't think this is the right time... but if you like we can hook up after the match, I'm sure I can convince the big blond fellow on the sidelines to let you join us!"

Her free hand reached back and groped the other woman's a** before their ten seconds were up... Alex hadn't done any real damage, and Rae wasn't the sort to hurt others for the fun of it... so she would let Alex return to playing with her toys.

Oh and the third mistake? Johnathan Tomorrow wasn't a part of Team Unbreakable Resolve... he was Rae's boyfriend

Once Alex was out of the way Rae returned her attention to the lego wall and Izzy, Alex had accomplished a distraction... hopefully Rae wouldn't regret not kicking the goat in the gut, instead she pulled one of her fans from their place at the small of her back snapping it open with the sigh of metal on metal.

[5/17]

"I'm not the type to like wandering v****a.~" Allex returned, offering a sweet smile and barely missing the woman's counter molestation as she had already jumped back some few feet when the fireball had fallen seeing as the goat woman was currently barefoot.

Her offer had been rejected by Allex's current look of distaste as if something bitter had fallen on her tongue. Hono wasn't her type and she had already flirted with Izzy at the beginning of the round, she would not be someones last resort or part of their threeway.

But she had done her job, as pointless as it was. She had distracted Hono long enough for Izzy to reappear from her LEGO hideout with a OMGWTFISTHAT hammer.

Having returned to her former spot amongst the legos after time was up, Allex would sit back down propping possible already blistering feet up on the pile of plastic toy blocks.

And there was no third mistake, since Allex had never said word of her misunderstanding Johnny boy being on Unbreakable Resolve's team. To hell with background checks, Allex was all about the surprise, that was, unless Hono had magical brain powers; then that was just no fun. But still, the golden eyed goat would stick her tongue out at the butter man just in case he casted a glance her way but not before cheering on Izzy once more.

"CUT HER BOOBIES OFF, IZZY!"

It was times like this that Taki was glad she had put those steel plates on her gloves. For any normal person, this would've made combat with them impractical, but with her natural half-wolfen strength augemented by her vampiric abilities, they felt weightless in her hands. Punching the flat of a blade, however was not fun for her by any means, but it certainly didn't hinder her much, the clang of steel on steel at that force would likely leave both of their ears ringing for a few seconds though.

Despite all the clashing and clanging of the first blow, Taki did not back up, since, as her punch connected with the weapon, the rest of her 6'3" frame had reached the top of the platform. So as Stephen swung the Lego katana down at her rising head, Taki would plant her feet upon the giant brick with a resounding clank of steel on plastic. She then essentially shoved her head forcefully upward, violently shattering the Lego-tana with ease. The impact would leave her with only a slight sting for a couple of seconds, since the 'puff' of her beret had taken some of the impact and her natural physical resilience made up for the rest.

Taki now had a decision to make, though: deal with that blade now, or the hand coming to palm strike her in the face. At this close range, figured it might be possible to do both, at least temporarily so.

Her left arm had already cocked back at the end of her charge, and it would shoot up in a quick uppercut, the steel plates and studs aimed right at the bottom of Stephen's incoming right wrist, intent on taking out his right hand for a while.

And just to make sure that blade of his didn't interfere at all, Taki's still clenched right fist would quickly push hard forward, pressing the blade towards Stephen's stomach, trying to trap the nuisance of a weapon against his body.

Gotta cover all your bases...

Quote:** Wrote:

Melee Weapons

-Black, fingerless, leather gloves with steel plates inbetween each knuckle joint, a steel plate covering the back of the hand, 1-inch wide pyramid-shaped studs around the wrist, and a 1/4-inch wide pyramid-shaped stud on each joint where the finger connects to the hand.

-Combat boots with steel toe sections, steel-plated soles and heels (plating goes up to one inch above the sole of the boot), with 1/2-inch wide pyramid studs going up the back of the boot from the top of the sole/heel plating to a half-inch from the boot-top.

[ 2 / 17 ]

Something may have gone unnoticed since Reinhart was still moving around and finding his target even after being blinded. His eye was letting him see Ryugi all too clear. Though he was still slightly def he could feel his senses both coming back to him. Now, every time any part of Ryugi's body pulsed with energy it was slightly like telegraphing his attack to Reinhart. This very small warning was buying him enough time to make those little split second reactions. Much like it was now. After the uppercut, he threw a left straight and found home, not a moment later he saw the energy form around Ryugi's fist.

With his own right arm near his midsection, as he'd throw a left prior and was getting ready to wind up a follow up with his right, he had but to make a small adjustment. The build up of energy giving him that small window to bring his right arm up to his chest to take the brunt of Ryugi's blow around his wrist and forearm. His arm was violently pushed to his chest, he was pushed back a step from the force behind it, and even spit a little blood on Ryugi's sleeve. However, it was Ryugi's turn to feel like he was punching something like metal.

Reinhart smirked, mainly because he didn't have to suffer a nearly broken if not broken limb. Following the momentum of Ryugi's attack Reinhart went with the flow and liked the small distance between them, he swept both his arm from his core and out to either side. Flicking his wrists right before he did so. To the lots of the onlookers this would look like he was taking a swipe at Ryugi, but was unfortunately out of both their arm's length. Two blades sprang from under Reinhart's sleeves as he made the sweeping motion, one dipping low, the other remaining at chest level.

The sound of slicing air quickly following in the directions his arms swept. Like a master swordsman with a quick draw his arms shot out amidst the chaos with practiced speed and precision. There was no energy behind it and the only visible warning Ryugi may have gotten was a slight distortion in the air between them. Or maybe the blades themselves, but he was out of range after all....

Reinhart's Skills Wrote:

Rapture Ripper - Medium Scale - The cutting force of the weapon is extended, here it goes from short to medium. A wind based skill, it enhances the cutting force behind the user's weapon and extends the range by a total of 5 feet in the blade swipes direction. It only lasts for one attack with either blade or both.

Twin slashes lashed out in Ryugi's direction as if Reinhart had swung two VERY sharp 5 foot blades. One slash at his thighs, the other at his chest. Their span was the span of Reinhart's outstretched arms which was easily another 5 feet. At the end of his extension Reinhart flicked his wrists inward again and the blades were gone, back under his sleeve. Hopefully the enhanced cutting force along with the blade's own razor like edges would be enough to get through the dragon man. Ryugi's bones may be like steel but Reinhart had to wonder if he could at least cut through whatever he was wearing, his skin, and his muscles. His blades were certainly up to the task, or so he hoped, only because the alternate choice was punching him until his fists broke...

Which was a ridiculous thought.

Equipment Side Note:

eX4 - A lightweight metal devoid of magnetic property, resistant to heat, cannot conduct electricity, and extremely hard to bend or break.

Bracers - Made from eX4 the top layer is smoothed out for defense, the middle layer houses the Rapture blades, and the bottom layer consist of a combination of padding and more eX4. To spring the blades, wires are connected to rings on Reinhart fingers and by flicking his wrist inward the blades spring, this is to reduce the chance of them springing accidentally when he makes a fist.

Rapture - A set of blades housed on bracers, the blades are made of eX4, 9 inches long, 4 inches wide, 1/2 an inch thick, and sharpened to scalpel level. These blades can cut through most materials easily, sometimes even stone, and leave slashes on other metals.

[5/17]

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

Hono had managed to cause the pole to be knocked out of the way. Quite frankly that was perfectly fine with Izzy seeing as weapons that were meant for distances weren’t exactly her style. So instead, Izzy just continued to grasp onto it tightly. After all, she didn’t waste all that time for nothing building that thing! And then Hono performed a crazy duck as she exposed her back to her.

That was probably one of the worst ideas ever.

As soon as Izzy noticed that the woman had decided to expose her back, she was on it like a fat kid on cake. This woman had shown her a weak point, and she was going to take advantage of it. Thrusting herself, Izette hopped onto Hono’s back as though she were getting a piggy back ride and moved with the woman as she did her upwards twist of crack the whip. Her arms quickly and tightly wrapped around Hono’s neck as though to put her in a choke hold. It was a bit of fun, and it even caused Izzy to lose hold of Bambi!

With her two arms the punker woman began to tightly squeeze her right arm around the pale woman’s neck as her left only pressed on her neck to try and cut off the air flow of her neck. As for her legs, they were now tightly wrapped around Hono’s waist as though she were a monkey. This woman was going to have to do a lot of staggering to get this girl off, and if she wasn’t careful she may trip and step on either the mallet or any of the lego pieces that Izzy had nicely knocked to the floor for them. This arena was becoming more and more like a death trap by the various obstacles that the punker had placed for them.

But as the seconds passed the only thing that Izzy did was tighten her grip on Hono’s neck. This was probably going to leave a nice bruise on her pale skin...

And that pleased Izette.

[7/17]

So Izzy wanted to play after all?

Well that was fine with Rae... but the woman weighed more than she did, so piggyback just wouldn't work... they would have to find something else to play!

The taller woman had her arms wrapped around Raven's neck, cutting off her air supply, and her legs wrapped around Rae's waist Izzy was secure in her position so to conserve air and energy Hono'o did the simplest thing ever... she whipped her head back, hoping to snack her skull against Izzy's chin or nose and fell backwards!

Right onto that pile of jumbo lego's that Rae had almost tripped on before Alex decided to feel her out... she let go of her own staff and let her fan fall out of her hand to hang by the strap around her wrist, they were useless in close quarters, and instead pulled out the switchblade that had been attached to the thigh holster under her skirt while the other hand went for the arm around her neck. Red and black striped nails that were a lot closer to claws slicing through clothing and skin as she meticulously felt for the Extensor Digitorum.. the the long muscle that ran along the Radious of the arm... do enough damage to that, and Izzy wouldn't be able to keep her grip!

At the same time she snapped her blade open, reverse her grip and started stabbing her knife back into Izzy's side with the other woman trapped under her against the nasty hard lego's!

It was a race to see what could last longer, Izzy's hold or Raven's breath!

Rae figured she had a good 60 seconds at the least before she got too light headed to think...could Izzy handle multiple stab wounds in the same amount of time?

[7/17]

Dash was in the mall barbershop gettin' his hair did. Even though this s**t was happening RIGHT OUTSIDE HIS STORE, he was watching the fight on the shop's television.

"Glad I didn't enter this year... bitches ALWAYS being stabbed left and right."

At least in this case, one of those bitches was Izzy. He hated Izzy.

Why was it always the face?

Hono quickly whipped her head back right into Izzy’s chin that caused her to chip one of her false teeth out...again as the two of them smacked right onto the floor. Izzy was almost 90% positive that she had landed on a lego piece too which was not very comfortable at all. Now, The loud thud hit her face, and this only caused her to become very, very, very angry. With her right hands fingers Izzy interlocked some of Hono’s hair between them and continued to tug tightly on her neck as well now on her hair. Some may find this pleasing (sexually) while others would probably find this painful as she wasn’t letting go with the strangle.

Izzy may have been on the bottom, but she was still a rather demanding bottom.

A sharp pain filled Izzy’s arm as Hono had enter her arm as the nails came out and it was time for a girl fight. There was only a small problem. Izzy was wearing her purple coat with the white trim this entire match. Sure she would have felt the pressure of the nails as well as the edge of it. But really, it wasn’t that big of a deal seeing that the coat shockingly enough, even though fashionable was providing a bit of protection on her part. If anything, Hono was going to leave little indents in her arm. The nice thing was that every movement that the two of them were feeling seemed to be working in her advantage as it would cause her right arm to simply go harder and sharper into her opponent’s neck. With her left hand she only continued to pull back causing the clump of hair to come along with it!

And than possibly the worst feeling Izzy had felt in quite some time hit her arm like a thousand evils....

“SON OF A ******** MONKEY TIT!”

Hono had now blessed her with the presence of a knife into her side. The cycloptic woman howled loudly, as she felt the sharpness enter her side where various organs seemed to sit. But before she was even going to let the woman do anything with the knife the woman’s bony knees sharply turned inwards into Hono’s sides and in turn began to crush them as well.

30moreseconds30moreseconds...

Izzy’s mind raced madly as she began to breathe heavily to control the pain for herself. Yeah, she was known for having a pain tolerance... But there was a good chance that she had gotten an organ, and even the Mighty King Ebris could not withstand them. The only thing that was keeping her going knew the fact that like many HoH’s years ago... If Izzy continued, she was soon to become dizzy, and than finally she was going to pass out; just as Ryugi had done to her many years ago within the Kitchen Stadium with a Hello Kitty waffle iron.

[8/17]

[2/3]

(Edit do to miscommunication)

Izette was chuckling to herself as she continued to be playing the role of a monkey on Hono’s back. But what was even better was the fact that the knife had exited her side and now was going against her ribs. That was really impressive seeing that was a really awkward position of her arm. In a reaction to the sound of the scratching of bone, Izette ripped the hair even further causing a good of them to rip out of their roots to leave a nice bald spot!

ZAP!

Her vivid blue eye shot open as the energy surged through her body, one jolt entered through her thigh while the other exited through her other arm. The feeling of electricity zapping through her body filled her as it bounced along some of her organs and her rib cage. The only problem with being electrocuted was it did a killer on your nerves. Instead of letting go of Hono like she would have hoped Izzy’s arm would have pulsed back and forth into her throat in an uncontrollable and harsh manner. This would have probably caused Hono’s throat to collapse at this point cause she had no control on how gentle she was being.

A loud cackle left Izzy’s lips as she continued to hold on.

She was hurting and in pain, but Izzy was determined. She was so close to victory, it wasn’t even funny! Since Izzy was as stubborn as she was the punker stayed true and only continued to laugh as though she were a member of the loony bin. Even droplets of blood spattered out of her lips and onto Hono’s hair as she continued to cackle with a booming charm to it through the sound of zapping.

But she definitely knew that after this...

Izzy was going to need a ******** smoke or something.

[9/17]

[3/3]

A judge rolled in on a big-wheel made, inexplicably, out of Legos. He was wearing a lab coat over his armor and had oversized nerd glasses poking out from the edge of his helm.

He threw two paper airplanes, one that hit Hono, one that hit Izzy. They read:

"Please see the Judge Thread for a verdict regarding your fight."

Then the judge hit Hono with the Board of Edumacashun.

John was silent for the first time in the fight. He watched with his arms crossed, watching the fight unfold, worry in his eyes, his entire body tense.

it was what Hono'o wanted, he kept reminding himself. Seeing her in pain, and real trouble, made his windpipe close up and his gaze grow cold. He didn't even feel the sting of embarrassment as her clothes flared up - he'd smash a path straight down to her to protect her dignity after the fight was over...

"C'mon baby...don't pass out... stay calm and think..." he whispered. She still had a chance to break the choke...she just needed to not freak and focus...

Then she went limp, and john was immediantly on his feet, shoving people into the air to get down to the edge of the arena, the burley Aesir getting as close as he dared without getting in the way of the officials, watching from the sidelines with great concern, almost hopping foot to foot as he impatiently waited for the medics to arrive...

((I'll do the medics then? Cheers ))

From a side door in the arena, the door itself made of many tiny swedish bricks, burst four medics, all dressed in white uniforms, two carrying stretchers. The group rushed over to Hono'o and Izzy, two crouching beside Hono'o as Izzy got up and stumbled off, the other two rushing to catch up to her.

The two besides Hono'o - a man who looked about forty with silver hair and a young woman in her twenties - took diagnostic of Hono'o condition, both calling out the injuries as they did, running their hands over her body with surgicalyl gloved-fingers

"I got several lacerations, one deep cut here." The girl said, before the older man waved her off.

"Her windpipe's crushed, get the tracheotomy kit." He muttered to her as he checked Hono'o pulse. "Pulse is clean but fading, hurry it up!"

The girl quickly rifled through the big bag she had carried out with her to pull out a small clear sack, containing several items. Opening the sack, she handed the older man a scapel in a paper sheath, the man having to tear the sheath off to get the scalpel out as the girl pulled the remains of Hono'o clothes out from around her neck and put a large brace arouund it, the two having to lift her up and the man supporting her head as the girl slipped it under her and snapped it shut. She then swabbed a small area just above the sternum with antiseptic, sterlizing it, before the man made the incision, cutting deep into Hono'o flesh with years of experience to neatly cut into the tracea just below where it had been crushed.

He pulled back, allowing the girl to slip the tube into the incision, slipping it into the tracea and down towards the lungs with a little effort, before slipping a clamp around it. She used steri-strips to hold the wound closed around the tube, before clipping the clamp into the brace, holding it steady in her throat. The old man attached a large clear pump to the tube and began to squeeze it, Hono'os chest beginning to rise and fall steadily as he fed oxygen back into her lungs.

"...Heartrate is beginning to stabilize..." The girl said as she bound the laceration with gauze.

"Alright, lets get her out of here." The man muttered back, before looking up to see where the other two medics went. "Where the ******** did they go?"

They had to fight their way through the crowd surrounding that section of the arena, trying to see thorugh the crowd where Izzy had gotten to. They were both young men, ages in their late twenties, with stern expressions and panicked movements - if they didn't get to the girl soon, she might bleed out, or at the very least have internal bleeding. "The fighter - where did she go?!" One of the medics called to the crowd.

He was answered by a young couple pointing to Izzy where she sat on a table, smoking a cigerette and bleeding all over the place.

They made a beeline to her immediantly, one snatching the cigerette away from her and tossing it to the ground as the other helped her lie flat against the table. "What are you nuts, those things will kill ya." Said the medic who snatched the cigerette off her as his mate used a pair of sissors to cut through her shirt where she had been stabbed, peeling back the soaked material to swab it clean with a bit of gauze.

"We got a heap of stab wounds here Jazz, we're gonna need all the gauze we got." He said, before looking up to Izzy. "Ma'am, please listen to me - you've been stabbed multiple times in the side and some have penetrated your lungs, thats why you're having trouble breathing - we need to get you to the infirmary immediantly." No point bullshitting the girl - she looked like she could handle it.

Jazz the Medic was busy dousing the entire area with alcohol, the liquid making the stab wounds sting like a mo-fo as well as cleaning away some of the fresh blood, even more oozing out of the many slits in her side as he bundled up all his gauze and pressed it to the area before grabbing a big roll flat roll of it and wrapped it around her, keeping the gauze pressed tight against her body. He then eased her back against the table as his mate opened up the stretcher, the two easily lifting her onto it before grabbing both ends and began to march her away, the man in lead roaring at the crowd to let them pass.

As they entered the arena again, the silver-haired medic called to them. "Hey! We need some help with this one!"

"She's got internal bleeding, we gotta get her to the OR, we'll send someone soon!" Jazz called as they disappeared into the doorway.

"Dammit..." He muttered - before the light was blocked by a large shape of a man. John had jumped over the barricade and entered the arena, watching the other fights unfold around them as well as craning over Hono'o body. "What the ******** are you doing, get back over there!" The silver-haired medic yelled at him.

John lifted both hands in submission. "I'm her boyfriend, i'm here to help! I got military medical training!" He said desperately.

The silver haired man glared at him - before motioing for the girl to take over for him to squeeze the air pump. Moving around to Hono's top, he motioned for John to take her legs, pulling out the stretcher for them. "One, two, three, hup!" He stated, the two men lifting her up and onto the stretcher before the silver-haired medic began to push it through the arena to the door, the girl pumping the pump steeadily as she ran with him, John following close behind.

Both women were now being transported to the infirmary for treatment.

((Sorry girls for munching, but i figured you didn't wanna sit around and suffocate/bleed out anytime soon Also, if there is an offical who does this sorta stuff, i'm sorry if i stepped on any toes))

Taki Morivan Wrote:

Clearly, Stephen had taken her 'no bullshit' call to heart. He was going all out right from the get go. Taki could feel the heat off of her flaming palm almost immediately, and she damn well knew that it was gonna hurt, A LOT. If he was gonna force her to bring out some of her more clever tricks out of the bag early on, then so be it. Taki did enjoy a good mental challenge once in a while too.

First thing's first though; she was gonna have to avoid getting flame-palmed in the face, because it wouldn't do if Stephen were to damage her beautiful complexion, now would it? This called for a little flexibility and some careful maneuvering.

Using Stephen's little push as a momentum starter, Taki's left arm would quickly recoil into her favored "loaded gun" ready position, while her still clenched right fist would open ever so slightly, then quickly lash out to grab Stephen's left wrist. Being that he was more concerned with palming her in the face - "

The nice thing about fireballs is that they are kind of "cast and forget" in nature. His right hand would be nice and available for reaction as necessary.

Taki Morivan Wrote:

Taki figured he probably wouldn't have enough time to get his arm away fast enough to avoid it being grabbed. Taki would then torque the man's wrist so that the blade edge would be directed his way rather than her's -"

• which would cause him to react by dropping the weapon to free, since being threatened in a close quarters fight with your own weapon is not something you want to let happen.

Taki Morivan Wrote:

- because she was about to pull, HARD.

Yanking as hard as she could, Taki simultaneously called her own flexibility into play as she bent back in what can only be described as limbo-style, perpendicular to Stephen's flame-palm, which would hopefully cause the flaming palm strike to pass quickly over her, although the ambient heat would still singe the ever living s**t out of the edges of her shirt and vest.

Stephen's fireball would shoot out past Taki and slam into a Lego construction, causing it to splash in a burst of flame and plastic bricks.

Taki Morivan Wrote:

Her yanking on him would likely cause them both to start falling over towards the floor -

• which it would, causing him to try and bring at least one knee up to brace against her stomach for a nice, free, gravity backed attack -

Taki Morivan Wrote:

- but that was the least of Stephen's worries right now. Taki's "re-loaded" left arm would lash out in a vicious vertical fist hook aimed right for the man's solar plexus.

With his free hand, he would stretch out and grab for something - which Taki would kindly give him something to reach for: her incoming fist. He would grab the incoming wrist as best he could and push it hard out past his side - there was no way he could stop it, but at least he wouldn't get solar plexus-ed. The force would be by no means pleasant on his arm, but at least it got the job done.

At this point there was little to be done than to let gravity do it's job and try to pull something off after the landing.

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Reinhart had little time to prepare for the counter attack but since Ryugi went for a spin style dodge he'd just given him just a little more time. Sure the dragon man was stronger but he sure as hell wasn't faster. Nor was Reinhart going to get tossed around like a rag doll after every power charged attack thrown at him. Bracing himself for impact Reinhart threw both arms up in front of him and caught the big sword with both bracers. Bending his legs slightly as he went to absorb the shock the tip of the blade forced his arms down and into his left shoulder. Resistance provided by his arms helped to keep the blade from digging into his bones but it certainly pierced his jacket and flesh.

It was only a split second but as soon as the blade found home, somewhat, he pushed up with his arms throwing the sword to his left and stepped off toward Ryugi. Again cocking his right arm back he closed the small gap between them and let loose another punch aimed right into Ryugi's nose. Leading with his right, it'd be more like a fast a** jab than anything but he'd quickly throw a swift kick at the outside of Ryugi's knee left knee trying to bring the dragon down a little bit.

Someone had to...

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Stephen would be caught off guard as the air attack suddenly flipped their orientation, followed by the punch to the knee (the Lego's to the back wouldn't be pleasant either). He would grunt and wince in pain, but in the grand scheme of things this was nothing.

With his free hand he would stab up and grab at her face, wrapping it around her upper face and eyes as best as possible.

Quote:** Wrote:

Flash Bomb: Stephen’s signature ability. A small orb of energy is launched from his palm that, upon collision with a solid object, creates an explosion of light and concussive force, which can be used to momentarily blind or stun an opponent. This flash affects a 10 sq.ft. radius in all directions, but can be countered by a covering of one's eyes. R1. (Spiritual Ability)

At point blank, he would fire off the attack, causing enough concussive force to knock both her head and his hand back - even if she attempted to grab his hand, the projectile would blast towards her and erupt. He would close his eyes for the moment of the blast to prevent his own blindness, though it was really intended more for getting her to back off than anything.

If his left hand was still free after this, he would move it down to the bandolier on his chest and draw one of his throwing daggers - even without his sword he liked to stay armed, and sharp objects in close quarters were always a great way to mess with an opponent.

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Seeing his attack strike Reinhart, and the man effectively call their match a draw for the time being, Ryugi could only grin and agree.

Yeah, I'm done.

They could have a real fight later.

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0 Buffer / 5 Stamina / 5 Willpower