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OOC: We'll have to schedule a rematch sometime Dark. Next time I think we will just tear into each other.
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Rebecca:
She looked at the man sitting next to her and studied him carefully. It was the same man that had won the pervious fight, she did not realize he was so big. She caughed breifly in shock. "Illyana is my sister," She said carefully. "I watch all her fights with concern and hope she dosen't get too hurt. I was supposed to stop her, our father dosen't want her fighting but she pleaded with me as her sister and I had to let her do it."
Illyana:
Illyana walked to her locker and removed her armor and under clothes. Without any shame she stepped into the shower, slowly as the water hit her skin she melted back into her full human form. She had won but did not feel as if it was her best match, in fact that might have been the worst match ever. She sighed, it felt as if she had taken a step back from the wish. The wish was the only reason why she faught, she did not want fame. Now it was one step farther. Perhaps she was not ready, should she train more, take a break from the fighting?
"No," she told herself. She did not belive it however. She began to grow angry at her lack of confidence. That was not like her, she was ready and she knew it. She slammed her fist into the tile shattering it into peices. Her masters voice rang in her head; 'you control water and air and you fight like the tiger inside of you, I have no more to teach you. I offer but one peice of advice, Deserve Victory.' Illyana growled and vowed to take apart the next fighter in an effort to get closer to that wish. She took a breath, suddenly feeling better about her win, albeit a small one, and finished her shower. She dried herself off and put her shorts and shirt back on. She reached into the back of her locker and pulled out a cigar, cut the end with a bit of highly focused air and a small blade she kept hidden in her shorts lit the tip and began to walk back to see her sister. This is a good cigar, she thought.
IC:
Rebecca:
She looked at the man sitting next to her and studied him carefully. It was the same man that had won the pervious fight, she did not realize he was so big. She caughed breifly in shock. "Illyana is my sister," She said carefully. "I watch all her fights with concern and hope she dosen't get too hurt. I was supposed to stop her, our father dosen't want her fighting but she pleaded with me as her sister and I had to let her do it."
Illyana:
Illyana walked to her locker and removed her armor and under clothes. Without any shame she stepped into the shower, slowly as the water hit her skin she melted back into her full human form. She had won but did not feel as if it was her best match, in fact that might have been the worst match ever. She sighed, it felt as if she had taken a step back from the wish. The wish was the only reason why she faught, she did not want fame. Now it was one step farther. Perhaps she was not ready, should she train more, take a break from the fighting?
"No," she told herself. She did not belive it however. She began to grow angry at her lack of confidence. That was not like her, she was ready and she knew it. She slammed her fist into the tile shattering it into peices. Her masters voice rang in her head; 'you control water and air and you fight like the tiger inside of you, I have no more to teach you. I offer but one peice of advice, Deserve Victory.' Illyana growled and vowed to take apart the next fighter in an effort to get closer to that wish. She took a breath, suddenly feeling better about her win, albeit a small one, and finished her shower. She dried herself off and put her shorts and shirt back on. She reached into the back of her locker and pulled out a cigar, cut the end with a bit of highly focused air and a small blade she kept hidden in her shorts lit the tip and began to walk back to see her sister. This is a good cigar, she thought.
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Yanmato smiled. "Ah ha... So thats it, eh? I don't think you need to worry, it looks like she can handle herself very well." Yanmato then shoved his hands into his pockets and began to walk. "I'll see you guys later," he muttered as he lifted his hand in a an waving sign.
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"Well, ladies and gentlemen, next up is a man who calls himself Manipulator, and his opponent is..."
The orator looked around the floor of the arena as he sat in his booth. Turning his head suddenly to the opposite end where Manipulator had just come out of, the announcer saw a little girl dressed in white emerge from the shadows as Manipulator crossed the arena to his spot.
"It's a young girl!!! Wow! That's quite a surprise, especially since her opponent looks like he's quite skilled. You can tell just by how he stands! These two are supposedly pretty close in power, although there have been some rumors going around that people are trying to cheat the system to get into the lower levels of the tournment."
Manipulator grinned wider and tipped his hat a little higher as he eyeballed the young girl dressed in white that stood across from him. A gentle wind blew across the arena and ruffled his coat, showing the scarlet red underside of the long trenchcoat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you're in for a rare treat today...you all just might go down in history, because this match, BOTH the White and Black Judges have graced us with their presences. The Arena becomes a neutral field, with Dark abilities gaining a Shadowflare effect, and the Light abilities gaining the Sunray effect. Both are truly frightening effects, and any attacks used by the proper sides can be devastating!"
The orator looked around the floor of the arena as he sat in his booth. Turning his head suddenly to the opposite end where Manipulator had just come out of, the announcer saw a little girl dressed in white emerge from the shadows as Manipulator crossed the arena to his spot.
"It's a young girl!!! Wow! That's quite a surprise, especially since her opponent looks like he's quite skilled. You can tell just by how he stands! These two are supposedly pretty close in power, although there have been some rumors going around that people are trying to cheat the system to get into the lower levels of the tournment."
Manipulator grinned wider and tipped his hat a little higher as he eyeballed the young girl dressed in white that stood across from him. A gentle wind blew across the arena and ruffled his coat, showing the scarlet red underside of the long trenchcoat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you're in for a rare treat today...you all just might go down in history, because this match, BOTH the White and Black Judges have graced us with their presences. The Arena becomes a neutral field, with Dark abilities gaining a Shadowflare effect, and the Light abilities gaining the Sunray effect. Both are truly frightening effects, and any attacks used by the proper sides can be devastating!"
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The young girl took her position across the center circle, standing in the same relaxed position that the tall, darkly dressed man across from her took. The bright scarlet lining on the inside of his jacket caught her attention, sending her mind reeling as her right pointer finger ran across her blood red lips. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she sized the man up, noticing his easy stance, and the chaotic grin that constant covered his face. His posture showed a sense of confidence along with the stability and understanding of hundreds of martial arts.
She'd have to be careful in this fight, because all the others had just been games, small problems to squash with her unimaginable might. The fact that the authorities kept blocking her names was but a small annoyance. She could take the identities of anyone she wanted, and no one would be able to stop her.
She'd have to be careful in this fight, because all the others had just been games, small problems to squash with her unimaginable might. The fact that the authorities kept blocking her names was but a small annoyance. She could take the identities of anyone she wanted, and no one would be able to stop her.
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"Now...may the best man win!"
The second after the familiar phrase was issued from the lips of the announcer, Manipulator's hands were together, forming strange symbols in front of him as he muttered unfamiliar incantations under his breath.
The girl's eyes narrowed slightly as she strained to listen, her ears picking up only various bits and pieces that she didn't understand.
"Under the command of the 15th Master...Class G threat detected. Unlocking seals 2,937 through 6,296."
As he finished these last words, his body began twisting, the interior of his black coat becoming an endless void, the deep and grabbing darkness occassionally being streaked with gentle colors.
The girl looked into the void in amazement, feeling a strange pulling sensation that had never occurred to her before. She practiced every single shard of mental discipline to resist the pull, and remained standing fast in her spot.
"Good...good...you know how to control your body through your mind..." said Manipulator as he raised his hand to his face, the void now moving from his jacket and slowly oozing along his arm and hand, "Subject 172: Under Seal 4,275, he was condemned to a powerful zone void of magic. Combat skills continually refreshed through daily practice. I now call him forth."
Thise phrase was finished with the passing of Manipulator's hand over his face, leaving an end result like that of none other.
Manipulator's hat had disappeared, leaving only grungy, disheveled, brown hair in it's place. The eyes has widened, and yet become more ferocious and violent, the teeth now sharper and stronger, the eyes sunken in shadows. As the girl looked upon the face of this strange creation, she felt a feeling stirring deep inside of her that she had buried away long ago.
The second after the familiar phrase was issued from the lips of the announcer, Manipulator's hands were together, forming strange symbols in front of him as he muttered unfamiliar incantations under his breath.
The girl's eyes narrowed slightly as she strained to listen, her ears picking up only various bits and pieces that she didn't understand.
"Under the command of the 15th Master...Class G threat detected. Unlocking seals 2,937 through 6,296."
As he finished these last words, his body began twisting, the interior of his black coat becoming an endless void, the deep and grabbing darkness occassionally being streaked with gentle colors.
The girl looked into the void in amazement, feeling a strange pulling sensation that had never occurred to her before. She practiced every single shard of mental discipline to resist the pull, and remained standing fast in her spot.
"Good...good...you know how to control your body through your mind..." said Manipulator as he raised his hand to his face, the void now moving from his jacket and slowly oozing along his arm and hand, "Subject 172: Under Seal 4,275, he was condemned to a powerful zone void of magic. Combat skills continually refreshed through daily practice. I now call him forth."
Thise phrase was finished with the passing of Manipulator's hand over his face, leaving an end result like that of none other.
Manipulator's hat had disappeared, leaving only grungy, disheveled, brown hair in it's place. The eyes has widened, and yet become more ferocious and violent, the teeth now sharper and stronger, the eyes sunken in shadows. As the girl looked upon the face of this strange creation, she felt a feeling stirring deep inside of her that she had buried away long ago.
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Yanmato quickly shot around and looked at the arena. "What in the hell is this?!" Yanamto glared at the growing void below, feeling something he hasn't felt since his first near death experiance. "This tournament draws in alot of weird people..."
Illyana watched the monitor as she walked back to her seat. What a little asshole, she thought. Useing such a strong power to fight a seemingly harmless little girl. Instantly she did not want to fight this guy. The void would deffinately be too strong for her right now.
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Sensing the fear and startlement ripple through the crowd, Manipulator's captive spread his arms slightly wider, stretching their length, pulling even more energy into his body. He grew slightly, his joints creaking and cracking as he moved, popping back into alignment, their lack of physical use showing heavily.
He looked at the girl with deathly cold eyes and whispered two simple words.
"Let's play."
He looked at the girl with deathly cold eyes and whispered two simple words.
"Let's play."
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Manipulator's laughter hissed from between his lips, the strange prisoners eyes flitting about the world, looking at the girl with strange curiousity. seeming to not believe that she was to fight him.
Suddenly, the strange man rushed forward, only to be thrown back by a large knife sticking out of his right shoulder. He looked at the girl and grinned, yanking the weapon out of his shoulder and licking it clean as blackness spurted from his wound. The prisoner continued to rush forward, continually being pushed back by a hail of knives that seemed to appear out of nowhere. After a time, every vital area of his body had a wound on it, but he still moved with the same strength and resolve as he had before, seemingly gaining strength from the knives gouged into his body.
The girl squinted slightly, a look of worry flashing over her face, while her beautiful features contorted slightly at the amount of blood that lay on the floor. This was the first challenge she had ever had, and no normal person had ever stood up to her hail of knives. much less been able to stay standing after losing so much blood.
She quickly moved as the man charged once more. This time, she allowed him to get just close enough for her to grasp him around all the major areas of his body, constricting the wires attached to her fingers, slicing him into a multitude of pieces, allowing only a small smile to cross her face before she deftly moved out of the way of the spattering blood.
Her deep red lips were licked in anticipation of her newest victory, and she turned to look up at the Black and White Judges that hovered overhead. Instead of declaring a complete and total victory, they only continued to stare down upon the field, the White Judge glancing at the monitor for only a moment.
The girl turned around, only to see the pieces of her opponent melt into a large puddle, the deep red blood of life showing through in small channels as they rebuilt the prisoner's body, piecing it back together into the exact form that it had been in before the battle even began.
A monstrous laugh echoed around the arena as the man charged forward once more, his long hair flapping about him as his hands, now adorned in talons, streaked towards the girl. She moved out of the way, just in time, but the man's claws nicked her arm and leg, causing her to drop to the ground, the life sustaining blood dripping onto the ground. She frowned and looked back at her competitor, scowling up at him as she held her arm in pain.
Manipulator morphed back to his normal form and looked up at the judges, motioning the end of the battle. When the girl gave no opposing sign, the match was declared legally over.
"Little sister, you should know, you're being watched, and this was your first warning."
The girl scowled at the man once more before she was picked up and carried off the field.
Manipulator simply grinned, tipped his hat, and walked off the field as well, his coat tails flapping in the breeze.
(OOC: Sorry, was in Chicago for Anime Central)
Suddenly, the strange man rushed forward, only to be thrown back by a large knife sticking out of his right shoulder. He looked at the girl and grinned, yanking the weapon out of his shoulder and licking it clean as blackness spurted from his wound. The prisoner continued to rush forward, continually being pushed back by a hail of knives that seemed to appear out of nowhere. After a time, every vital area of his body had a wound on it, but he still moved with the same strength and resolve as he had before, seemingly gaining strength from the knives gouged into his body.
The girl squinted slightly, a look of worry flashing over her face, while her beautiful features contorted slightly at the amount of blood that lay on the floor. This was the first challenge she had ever had, and no normal person had ever stood up to her hail of knives. much less been able to stay standing after losing so much blood.
She quickly moved as the man charged once more. This time, she allowed him to get just close enough for her to grasp him around all the major areas of his body, constricting the wires attached to her fingers, slicing him into a multitude of pieces, allowing only a small smile to cross her face before she deftly moved out of the way of the spattering blood.
Her deep red lips were licked in anticipation of her newest victory, and she turned to look up at the Black and White Judges that hovered overhead. Instead of declaring a complete and total victory, they only continued to stare down upon the field, the White Judge glancing at the monitor for only a moment.
The girl turned around, only to see the pieces of her opponent melt into a large puddle, the deep red blood of life showing through in small channels as they rebuilt the prisoner's body, piecing it back together into the exact form that it had been in before the battle even began.
A monstrous laugh echoed around the arena as the man charged forward once more, his long hair flapping about him as his hands, now adorned in talons, streaked towards the girl. She moved out of the way, just in time, but the man's claws nicked her arm and leg, causing her to drop to the ground, the life sustaining blood dripping onto the ground. She frowned and looked back at her competitor, scowling up at him as she held her arm in pain.
Manipulator morphed back to his normal form and looked up at the judges, motioning the end of the battle. When the girl gave no opposing sign, the match was declared legally over.
"Little sister, you should know, you're being watched, and this was your first warning."
The girl scowled at the man once more before she was picked up and carried off the field.
Manipulator simply grinned, tipped his hat, and walked off the field as well, his coat tails flapping in the breeze.
(OOC: Sorry, was in Chicago for Anime Central)
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*Training room* Yanmato didn't bother to see the end of the fight, he had a feeling who would win. The announcement that boomed through the intercom proved him correct.
The young fighters slamed his fist into the punching bag mercilessly. The bag became a catlyst for driving his anger out on the people he hated, namely his parents. Just imagining them giving him a cheesy smile that was so fake a dummy would in frown disgust. Remembering when they smiled like that they tried to kill him, mainly by poison, or stabbing him in his sleep. It drove him to sheer fury.
Yanmato slammed his right hand into the bag, and the thin sword like blade ripped through it. "Why can't I get them out of my head...?"
The young fighters slamed his fist into the punching bag mercilessly. The bag became a catlyst for driving his anger out on the people he hated, namely his parents. Just imagining them giving him a cheesy smile that was so fake a dummy would in frown disgust. Remembering when they smiled like that they tried to kill him, mainly by poison, or stabbing him in his sleep. It drove him to sheer fury.
Yanmato slammed his right hand into the bag, and the thin sword like blade ripped through it. "Why can't I get them out of my head...?"
Illyana
As she walked through the halls hearing the announcement of victory for that Manipu...or whatever his name was, she passed by the Training Room and breifly thought about practiceing a little. She was about to keep walking when she saw someone she recognized. It was the victor of the first fight, Yan something. He seems troubled by something she thought. She shrugged and walked into the room just as his strike sliced the punching bag in half spilling its contents to the floor. She walked up to him and stood with her hands behind her back looking up, she did this to accentuate her ample cleavage, flirting is fun.
"You seem tense," she said still smoking her cigar. "Perhaps you need something to smoke? I happen to have another." Slowly she pulled on out from between her breasts, having no place else really to keep one. She useally saved it to offer to her sister but she never wanted it anyway. "Would you care for one?"
As she walked through the halls hearing the announcement of victory for that Manipu...or whatever his name was, she passed by the Training Room and breifly thought about practiceing a little. She was about to keep walking when she saw someone she recognized. It was the victor of the first fight, Yan something. He seems troubled by something she thought. She shrugged and walked into the room just as his strike sliced the punching bag in half spilling its contents to the floor. She walked up to him and stood with her hands behind her back looking up, she did this to accentuate her ample cleavage, flirting is fun.
"You seem tense," she said still smoking her cigar. "Perhaps you need something to smoke? I happen to have another." Slowly she pulled on out from between her breasts, having no place else really to keep one. She useally saved it to offer to her sister but she never wanted it anyway. "Would you care for one?"
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Yanmato slowly and breifly shook his head, wiping away any dark thoughts he had as Illayana taken out the cigar. He sniffed the air for a second, cmelling a familiar odor emitting for the cigar. 'Ugh... smells like the cigars Mark smokes!' He gave a small smile and waved his hand politly. "No thanks, I don't smoke."
For a moment, Yanmato stared at Illyana, then relized exactly who she was. "Ah, so you're Rebecca's sister, ha? You're a pretty good fighter."
For a moment, Yanmato stared at Illyana, then relized exactly who she was. "Ah, so you're Rebecca's sister, ha? You're a pretty good fighter."
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Lycon in "Tough battle."
IC: I moved into the arena once more to fight. My last fight for a very large bust and I wasn't about ready to lose once more.
The gravity around me was lowered back to normal for the start of this match. I decided that I was going to use speed for this victory. A dark haired girl in a brown trench coat walked in as my opponent.
"So before we begin, may I ask what your going to use the wish for?" 'Perhaps I'll answer just before you lose.' "Who says I'm going to lose?" 'Me.'
I looked rather annoyed at my foe. She was being rather arrogant, something I really didn't like. "So tell me have you ever fought a gravity master before?" 'Fool, you should know to study your foes first. I am a gravity master.'
"Hmm, who are you then?" 'I am Sarah Jaice, don't worry you won't have to remember it long.' "Don't be so arrogant, I might just surprise you." 'I doubt it.'
I looked up to the judges, both the white and the black judges were still watching the match, and that really didn't help me with there effects, but at the same time it didn't harm me either. The judges signaled to begin the match and soon the battle was under way.
I took to the air using the gravity to lift me up and my foe quickly did the same causing us to circle each other with a near swing like motion. I was faster gaining the high ground and dropping at her using her own gravity against the girl, with a free fall elbow drop. The attack had my entire weight amplified by both her gravity an mine pulling down on her, and was easily enough to crack her collar bone, and fracture her shoulder blade but she moved to the side placing us next to each other hovering in the air by a mutual gravity field above us.
We entered this fierce mêlée with a furry of kicks and blows, each time we hit the other our tremendous strengths pushed both the attacker and the attacked back in an up ward arc as if we were suspended by ropes and pushing off of each other, and as such both of us wasted more energy then we used to harm each other with each blow. If this fight continued it would be a long one.
With another punch she simply dropped her gravity field and placed it behind her pulling her free of mine and ending our mutual deadlock. She then let go of that one and gracefully dropped to the ground. And so I decided it was best to meet here there, removing my field and landing on the ground as well.
I decided that the round was a better place for this match any ways. I could enhance the gravity below us and use an assortment of Axe kicks and other downward attacks to break her just like any other foe. Then she charged me, as soon as she was with striking distance I moved to the side and increased the gravity bellow us as much as I could. Then with a sudden burst I felt that she did the same.
I then moved at her with a round house kick, but she quickly ducked under it. I then felt something rather cold strike me. 'Know your foes, unlike you I am not just a gravity master.' I looked down and saw that my leg had been cut, by a Small curved dagger. The cut wasn't just a small one but a deep one aswell and I had no choice but to put my other foot down to regain my balance, and not fall under the weight of the two gravity fields.
Sarah spun around and nailed me with a down ward kick on my left shoulder. The force of her power knocked me to the ground and the force of our twin gravities pulled me down fast, and despite falling only a few feet I was heavy enough to leave a creator and multiple cracks in the tile floor of the arena.
The girl, Sarah, walked over to me. 'Rather sad really? I'm only the slightest bit stronger then you in the rankings and yet you barely lasted ten minutes against me.' She took the curved dagger blade and put it up against my neck holding me down and powerless. She moved in close and whispered 'You want to know what I will wish for?' I gave a quick glance at her, and she leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt smooth and soft, and yet cold. Some how they seemed to convey an emotion to me, an emotion of sorrow and dispassion. Then she moved slightly away from my cheek. 'I'll wish to continue to fight.' Then with a flick of her wrist my throat was cut and I was dieing. Perhaps I was reckless going into this fight but I didn't think it was going to end like this.
I opened my mouth to say a few last words for those who would here them, but with my throat cut, I couldn't make a sound. There are those who would hide from death, panic in it's face and die with a look of fear upon them. I wasn't going to do that. I simply closed my eyes and excepted it.
OOC: Forgive me for writing myself out with out any notice. How ever I figured it was best to write myself out. Any how looks like I gave you guys a cool NPC to toy with enjoy.
IC: I moved into the arena once more to fight. My last fight for a very large bust and I wasn't about ready to lose once more.
The gravity around me was lowered back to normal for the start of this match. I decided that I was going to use speed for this victory. A dark haired girl in a brown trench coat walked in as my opponent.
"So before we begin, may I ask what your going to use the wish for?" 'Perhaps I'll answer just before you lose.' "Who says I'm going to lose?" 'Me.'
I looked rather annoyed at my foe. She was being rather arrogant, something I really didn't like. "So tell me have you ever fought a gravity master before?" 'Fool, you should know to study your foes first. I am a gravity master.'
"Hmm, who are you then?" 'I am Sarah Jaice, don't worry you won't have to remember it long.' "Don't be so arrogant, I might just surprise you." 'I doubt it.'
I looked up to the judges, both the white and the black judges were still watching the match, and that really didn't help me with there effects, but at the same time it didn't harm me either. The judges signaled to begin the match and soon the battle was under way.
I took to the air using the gravity to lift me up and my foe quickly did the same causing us to circle each other with a near swing like motion. I was faster gaining the high ground and dropping at her using her own gravity against the girl, with a free fall elbow drop. The attack had my entire weight amplified by both her gravity an mine pulling down on her, and was easily enough to crack her collar bone, and fracture her shoulder blade but she moved to the side placing us next to each other hovering in the air by a mutual gravity field above us.
We entered this fierce mêlée with a furry of kicks and blows, each time we hit the other our tremendous strengths pushed both the attacker and the attacked back in an up ward arc as if we were suspended by ropes and pushing off of each other, and as such both of us wasted more energy then we used to harm each other with each blow. If this fight continued it would be a long one.
With another punch she simply dropped her gravity field and placed it behind her pulling her free of mine and ending our mutual deadlock. She then let go of that one and gracefully dropped to the ground. And so I decided it was best to meet here there, removing my field and landing on the ground as well.
I decided that the round was a better place for this match any ways. I could enhance the gravity below us and use an assortment of Axe kicks and other downward attacks to break her just like any other foe. Then she charged me, as soon as she was with striking distance I moved to the side and increased the gravity bellow us as much as I could. Then with a sudden burst I felt that she did the same.
I then moved at her with a round house kick, but she quickly ducked under it. I then felt something rather cold strike me. 'Know your foes, unlike you I am not just a gravity master.' I looked down and saw that my leg had been cut, by a Small curved dagger. The cut wasn't just a small one but a deep one aswell and I had no choice but to put my other foot down to regain my balance, and not fall under the weight of the two gravity fields.
Sarah spun around and nailed me with a down ward kick on my left shoulder. The force of her power knocked me to the ground and the force of our twin gravities pulled me down fast, and despite falling only a few feet I was heavy enough to leave a creator and multiple cracks in the tile floor of the arena.
The girl, Sarah, walked over to me. 'Rather sad really? I'm only the slightest bit stronger then you in the rankings and yet you barely lasted ten minutes against me.' She took the curved dagger blade and put it up against my neck holding me down and powerless. She moved in close and whispered 'You want to know what I will wish for?' I gave a quick glance at her, and she leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt smooth and soft, and yet cold. Some how they seemed to convey an emotion to me, an emotion of sorrow and dispassion. Then she moved slightly away from my cheek. 'I'll wish to continue to fight.' Then with a flick of her wrist my throat was cut and I was dieing. Perhaps I was reckless going into this fight but I didn't think it was going to end like this.
I opened my mouth to say a few last words for those who would here them, but with my throat cut, I couldn't make a sound. There are those who would hide from death, panic in it's face and die with a look of fear upon them. I wasn't going to do that. I simply closed my eyes and excepted it.
OOC: Forgive me for writing myself out with out any notice. How ever I figured it was best to write myself out. Any how looks like I gave you guys a cool NPC to toy with enjoy.
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The Judges declared the battle over, and the medics rushed out onto the field, bound to their duty to try and save the life that was just crushed under an iron foot. The Gravitist left the arena while her opponent was carried out on the stretcher, his blood oozing down his arm while the life gradually left his body.
A rush of wind was felt around the arena as the power of Gravity, Dimentia's Chosen, flowed from the body of a dead one, into the body of one just brought to life.
A man moved out of the stands and to the exit, feeling the winds of Dimentia caress his cheek, he stepped out the door, disappearing to a place where only his kind was allowed.
(OOC: Good way to go Cats, better than having to organize all the stuff with other people. Sorry to see ya go.)
A rush of wind was felt around the arena as the power of Gravity, Dimentia's Chosen, flowed from the body of a dead one, into the body of one just brought to life.
A man moved out of the stands and to the exit, feeling the winds of Dimentia caress his cheek, he stepped out the door, disappearing to a place where only his kind was allowed.
(OOC: Good way to go Cats, better than having to organize all the stuff with other people. Sorry to see ya go.)
"Suit yourself," she said placing the cigar between her breasts again. She simled at the compliment. "Thank you," She paused and realized just what he said. "How do you know my sister?" Her mood changed she grew quite serious, bringing her hands to her hips and standing up straight. The cleavage she loved to show off fading almost completely from sight. She never flirted when some guy she barely knew mentioned her sister. Could he be that boyfriend she keeps talking about?
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"Huh? Whoa wait, take it easy, I just sat next to her during the match. She mentioned that you're her sister." Yanmato taken a deep breath. "Sorry if I worried you or something."
Just then, the intercom above them beep, and a raspy voice filled the training room.
"Attention to all fighters, in the match between Sarah and Lycon, Sarah wins by kill.
"What?"
Just then, the intercom above them beep, and a raspy voice filled the training room.
"Attention to all fighters, in the match between Sarah and Lycon, Sarah wins by kill.
"What?"
"Lycon..." she thought a moment. "Wasn't that the silly gravity guy you beat in the first fight? What a shame he had great potential." She sighed and took another puff of her cigar. "That one is for you Lycon." It was always a troubleing feeling when a fellow fighter died. Sure death was able to happen but more often than not most fighters did not want to kill anyone, most were here to test the limits of their skills. Truly a sad day, perhaps tommorow would be better.
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'Sarah Is it? I'll just have to watch out for that name,' Yanmato thought, he couldn't really feel any remourse for somebody he barely knew, but he still did feel sorry that a soul was lost for something so meaningless as to pride.
'That one is for you Lycon.'
Yanmato turned his head back torwards Illyana. "Whoever this Sarah is, she'll keep killing. Trust me on this one, once you start killing, its hard to stop."
'That one is for you Lycon.'
Yanmato turned his head back torwards Illyana. "Whoever this Sarah is, she'll keep killing. Trust me on this one, once you start killing, its hard to stop."
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Yanmato just laughed. "Well, I'm not exatcly surprized," Yanmato joked, "but just don't expect that to work on me if we ever fight. It won't work." Yanmato couldn't belive in just one day, he gained and lost a freind, and possibly just found a respective rival.
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Even though Yanmato was staring illyana dead in the eye, one thought did race his mind for a second. 'I wonder if they are real.' Yanmato almost mentaly slapped himself. But he did give Illyana a small smirk. "You know, you almost had me there."
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