The Battle Arena
 

The old arena in Estecia has long ago fallen into disrepair. It's owner, the ageless warlock who use to reside in a nearby castle, was no longer a part of this world. Even before his demise he had abandoned the place, deeming it profitless and no longer entertaining. The storerooms are empty and filled with dust, all that is left here are memories. The clanging of arms, casting of magic, an immortal Demon with the persistance of a cockroach, stacks of treasure hunted down by the arrogant owner, and the seductive Siren that he was unable to resist. All of these lie in the dust, forgotten in these days. Now rebirth occurs, the fragmented memories are broomed away to oblivion, and the arena returns to it's original purpose; a place for combatants to spar, train, and fight.

Arena Rules:

1. No Godmodding. I cannot express this enough. You can not dodge every attack, you can't be unrealistically powerful. If you can regenerate, you can't get pummled the whole fight and shrug it off. Be reasonable and fair in fights.
2. No healing. Fights are again suppose to be fear. No one likes it when they're about to win and you whip out your healing potion or whatever and become good as new. Again, be fair people.
3. One fight at a time. This could include multiple parties, such as Bob and George v. Bill and Tedd, but don't make a new fight while other people have started their own. I have no problem with people jumping into fights if the original fighters allow it.
4. After 3 days of inactivity, an unfinished fight can be discarded and a new fight made by the next posters. (I'm flexible with the amount of time of inactivity before new fights.)
5. Please don't destroy the arena. It's a tad unrealistic to blow the whole place up.

If I see any other rules need to be made I'll do so. If anyone has any questions or comments PM me, I won't mind.

((I made an arena at HTLOZ when I first used this SN, so I wanted to make it again at the new HTLOZ.))

Final Note: I don't really care if you remain in character at the arena, but that'd be preffered.

:paimei: Fight!

Having made the short walk from THC, Shamrock walks up towards Element and laughs in his face. "Hey, ya stupid big canary, finally find your way here?" Shamrock's eyes dance with mischief as she confronts her old nemesis.

((Element, if you can't guess which character that is, you deserve to be shot. =P))

A silent figure slowly walks through the looming archways that make the entrance of the arena. His grean eyes slowly gaze about the length of the wide open space, a slight smile on his face which suddenly changes to a frown.

"I met him here... Gale..."

The figure slowly strolled through the expance of the arena, looking around, memmories coming back to him as he did. he couldnt help but chuckle at how childish they had once been... back in a day that their relative powers and abilities were mere tools, nothing more, tools in which they abused completly... now if he ahd done such thigns he knew the world would be placed too under strain.

The winds picked up suddenly, shifting their flow like water changing it's current suddenly in result to some interferance thrust into it's current, changing, shifting, then soothing once more, ligtly flowing as if nothing had once happened, the small amounts of dust kciked up by the sudden change slowly sifting back downwards.

Sighing, the figure shook his head, looking upwards from the ground in which he ahd been presently staring, the sights of the arena, it's innocense that it had once shown... and Gale, the Gale he had known, before his death, before anything... back when he, and Ayn had fun, just being children. Children... children...

Suddenly a sharpclink came forth, echoing throughout the arena, then the screaching sounds of metal on stone as the figure slowly sheathed his sword into the ground, the sounds echoing throughout the arena. He finished, standing back, staring at the sword, it's ominouse glow slowly fading. A slight sigh came from the figure's lips as he closed his eyes and turned, starting away.

The wind picked up again, slightly, but not to the extent that it had done before, slowly wafting itself, the blade cleaving the wind, as if cutting it, it now being that obstruction within the path, the flow. A single peice of paper floats downwards to the metal sword, slowly fallowing the path the wind made for it, riding the wind's soft billows. As if instructed, the wind changed once more, and the note ended, laying upon the ground, finishing it's journey, right in front of the sword. A small note was scribbled upon the paper, nothing much, mere words...


'To memmories...'

The figure was gone, and the wind did not change any longer, but merely stayed how it currently was, slowly flowing here and there, laying a soft kiss upon any such traveler that came within it's touch. One such traveler felt such a wind.

Another figure, seeing the seconed leave now, slowly, silently walked into the arena, coming ever closer to the sword now sheathed within the ground, watching the exit, seeing the figure gone now. The seconed figure, it's cloak slowly caught in the wind, came upon the sword, looking down towards it, it's shimmeringly crystal clean reflection of the metal that made it's blade showing his own reflection upon it, his blue eyes peircing.

Slowly, from the claok in which the figure wore, a gloved hand came forth, slwoly drawing itself towards the hilt of the blade. it wavered there, inches away from the handle, the slow, wiffs of wind touching his hand. Finally he came closer and grasped the handle, his fingers setting themselves around the handle, firmly taking it, his hand going to the position as if he was weilding the blade, resting at the handle guard slightly.

He tensed his muscles and slowly shifted his weight, pulling with his arm upon the handle. Suddenly, the wind flared up once more, a steady glow begging to imminate upon the blade, spreading to the hand of the one who had grabbed it. The figure suddenly jerked the blade upwards, the intensity of the wind going with it, suddenly, for a split seconed, becoming a harsh gust hitting the figure harshly, then subsided. The blade had left the ground, and now rested in the figure's hand.

The figure slowly took forth a cloth in which he had within the pouch he wore on his side, and layed it out upon the ground, laying the sword within, and rapped it within, then tied it. he had no sheath for the sword, but he would egt one in time, for now, the blade would be held within that cloth untill a use came for it. Taking the clothed sword and strapping it to his back, the figure slowly turned and walked back towards the entrance that he had come.

Suddenly, his eyes widdened. There was the first figure, standing in the entrance, leaning against the wall. Had he been there the whole time?... now what?... would he want the sword back?... The wind slowly shifted directions here and there, changing it's pace and spead as if controlled at one's whim...

A smirk came to the first figure's face, looking upon the seconed, his grean eyes glowing for a slight moment. no words passed between them, but there was a sort of understanding... The sword was now his, it was meant for him now, and he owned it.

The figure turned and walked away, bringing his ahnd up and gioving a slight wave, when suddenly the wind picked up once more, and the cloak he had worn flowed away into the wind, the figure who had worn it... vanished.

The other figure didnt understand what had happened, nor did he care... he was getting out of there... and fast... Within moments, he was running, holding the sword to his back, balancing hismelf as he ran so that the sword might not disrupt his sprint. As he left, the wind billowed here and there, flowing, the water's direction settling and it continueasly shifted towards this new trajectory.

The single peice of paper flowed upon the wind, carried once more within it's silky grasps.

'To memmories...

old... and new...'

*A tiny moogle head covered in cloth pops up from behind one of the arena's many abandoned bench-seats*

I cannot wait, it's like I'm going to explode! But for now I sneak about!

*Shadow walks into the battle arena just to scope it out. He's got what looks to be a gun case over his back.*

Hrm, I think I fought here once. I remember long ago a sniper battle, guns and explosives. Its so foggy....Oh well. Maybe one day I'll have a good ol fight for fun here.

*Shadow climbs the stairs to the top of the arena, he sits on the highest ledge of the arena, overlooking both the inside of the arena, and looking over the highest wall to the outside. Its very quiet, he solemly takes the case off his back and out of it pulls not a rifle, but his viola, his most treasured possesion.*

He's to my old memories, and the many that I've forgetten of this world as a whole...

*Shadow begins to play a very nostalgic melody from his homeland. Its slow drawn out notes strike up emotion in anyone that is listening.*

With a lack of fanfare and noise, a cloaked man arrives at the arena gates. He casts a quick eye over the place before entering, wind blowing his blue/grey ponytail, but not even affecting his heavy creamy-coloured cloak. A tune caught his attention, and he found it's source at the top of the stands.

"I wasn't expecting you here so soon. I apologise for making you wait"

*Shadow puts his viola down back in the case and puts the straps around it after packing up his bow.*

Good to see you here. *He opens a false bottom to his case revealing a storage of revolvers, pistols, and SMGs.* Hrm, I know I hid it in the bulding somewhere...

*Shadow walks around the arena till he reaches a point in the shop area with a large loose brick. He pulls it out of the wall revealing his old rifle.*

Old trusty rifle. *He slings it over his back and tightens the strap so it won't fall off while he's running.*

*Shadow looks at the top of the arena noticing his case is still there.* Meh, i'll leave it there. *Shadow walks to the center of the arena, revolver in its holster.*

So buddy, ready to go?

*Shadow looks at shamrock.*

Oh sorry, didn't know you were up to anything. I hope you don't mind.

She shrugs and grins. "I'm not in any rush to get all blasted and beaten up, ya know? No sweat here." Shamrock squrims a little. "However, I don't know how you humans can stand sitting how you do. Not comfortable at all." She slides into her natural wolf form, the human skin seemingly to melt off of her.

"Much better."

And you wolves....are just odd.

Nonetheless, to each his own eh.

-The Battle Arena will be being used by Enlil and I for a while. So notice to all: Don't start any other battles. But if anyones got a serious battle to do to start up a full RP drop me a line on PM cause we're just fightin outta boredom.-

A cloaked figure walks in through the main gates of the arena, his eyes searching the area. He saw two people already starting their fight, so he slowly walked to one of the seats and sat.

"So, new here i see..."

The figure whealed around, looking up to another person, casually lighting a cigaret then snapping shut the lighter. His black hair flowed in the wind slightly as he brought the cig to his mouth, a slight chuckle in his voice as he had spoken his words.

"Who are you?..."

"Me? Oh I'm just a figment of your imagination... heh"

"what do you want?..."

"I just wanted to see you, thats all... the new keaper of the weapon..." At these words the figure tenced slightly, how had this random guy known about the weapon?... He wasn't the guy he had taken it from... no... but he did resemble him... slightly, as if they were brothers maybe, maybe even twins... but it wasnt him...

"I dont know what you're talking about..."

"You know, playing dumb is for those that belive that the other is not capable enough to comprehend the fact that a lie has been expelled by the first... and for the sdake of not getting too terribly technical, you have it on your back..."

The figure turned, slipping his hand into his cloak and bringing out a dark redish colored blade, the handle guard being an odd silverish color, elvish writing written along the blade, obviously a magical weapon. The sword was still within the cloth on his back, for he had not yet gotten a scabbard for it, but it was rapped so none would figure it out... but how did he?...

"Leave me alone... whats mine is mine..." The seconed figure raised an eye brow and chuckled, puffing a small amoutn of smoke out and taking his cig between his fingers.

"If I had any entention to fight you, you'd already be dead boy." The words came from his mouth at a matter of fact tone. he wsnt lieing, or messing around... he was serious about this.

"Just...leave me alone..." the figure still held his blade in a fighting position, ready to strike. This guy didnt look like much, nor did he seem like he'd place much of a fight for him...

"Listen, all i want is the new blade master's name, that is all..."

"What?..."

The figure shook his ehad, chukling. "You are a dumb one... heh, figured, that fool would give the sword to you..."

"I took this sword... it's mine..."

"yeah yeah i know, touchy, touchy, sheash man, i'm not gunna hurt you, so why dont you put that little thing of yours away before i make you?"

The figure wavered then closed his eyes, slowly exiting his fighting stance and resheathing his blade. "Fine..."

"so, you gunna tell me that name of yours?"

"..."

"heh, fine, my name's Dax, or at least thats what i'd like to be called now, so none would compare me with my... other half you might say."

The seconed figure still stood silently, staring up at Dax. "You really are an odd one... but I like you kid, your allright." Dax placed the cig back to his mouth and chuckled. "if you were a ltitle older i'd offer you one of my cigs."

"Leave me alone..."

"Fine fine... your name's not that importnant anyways, i got what i needed..." Dax turned and strolled away, puffing his sig as he went, giving an off hand over the shoulder wave.

"Sarith."

Dax stopped walking and turned his head. "what?"

"My name's Sarith... Sarith Acrill" Dax smiled slightly then continued on his way, speaking although he helf the cig in his mouth so it was slightly muffled.

"See ya around Sarith... lets see what the future holds for the new bearer of the Wind Sword of Courage..."

As he arrives in the middle of the arena, Answeller nods to his opponent.

"I am ready."

He closes his eyes for a moment and twin spheres of cracking lightning rise from the ground next to him. As he opens his eyes again, the orbs begin orbiting in a rather eccentric way.

"Show me what you've got"

*Shadow, wearing modern day clothing you would see someone like a teenager wearing. A Long sleeve shirt with a T-shirt over and a pair of khaki pants, laughs a little. He's also wearing some light body armor, doesn't do a massive amount of good, but it makes it hurt a bit less, and thats all that counts.*

Hahaha, you kids and your magic. Well then, lets dance.

*Shadow, being abnormally fast speeds at Enlil and swings a punch to his face while at the same time throwing a kick on the left as the fist swings to the right.*

((We don't have battle rules do we, at least not extensive ones. So lets just agree on common realistic courtesy.))

((His name is Answeller :P))

Seemingly surprised by his opponent's speed, Answeller takes the blows and retreats, shaking his head to clear it.

"I under-estimated you. But you won't pull that off again, I promise you"

Both energy balls streak at Shadow, apparently homing in on him, as the mage darts off to the right, looking as if his feet aren't quite on the ground.

((Thats a hard name to remember :P))

For goodness sakes, magic still makes me chuckle a bit. Generic energy balls? Gonna take more than that to hit me kiddo.

*Shadow adjusts himself so that the energy balls are at equal distances from him and then waits for them to get close enough and just about to hit him when he shoots up in the air and the balls collide with each other exploding.*

Well that was comical. *Shadow kind of stumbles back and forth waving his arms in the air as if he's dancing around Answeller and then goes in and slide tackles him.*

Answeller was getting slightly exasperated by the dancing nut, when he [the nut] decided to slide tackle him. With a smile, he neatly sidestepped the tackle, while pulling his latest purchase out of his cloak. As Shadow screeched to a halt, he very deliberately loudly cocked and aimed it.

"Trust me, I've got plenty more, but if you'd prefer I tried this?"

*Shadow gives a sort of half nervous half legit laugh.*

heheheh, Your a smart kid. But you forget *Shadow does a quick spin on the ground and throws himself knocking the shotgun back* that age has its benefits *Shadow quickly drops by bending his knees, gets the shotgun barrel over his shoulder and flips Answeller using his own shotgun. It didn't really hurt much, but it got the point across.*

You see us old timers have tricks up our sleeves that the young bulls don't know.

*Shadow does a few backflip type jumps to distance himself from Answeller. He yells in a very cocky, kinda stereotypical boss fight kinda tone.*

Now that we're finished dancing, lets really fight! *Shadow draws his revolver and waits for Answeller to make the first move.*

After getting up and dusting himself off, Answeller puts the shotgun back inside his cloak.

"I see. But, then again, close combat was never my 'thing'"

With the faintest indication of a hand gesture beneath the thick cloth, the ground beneath Shadow seems to groan and buckle, numerous spikes of rock punching their way up though the ground around him in a roughly circular shape, forming a wall.

"Are you sure you want me to go all out? I'd hate to hurt you"

As I'd hate to hurt you as well seeing as you just told me what you suck at sonny boy. *Shadow glaces at the rock wall.* You forget a key feature of spikes....they are spiked, thus meaning they must have less width and come to a point...*Shadow jumps from the side of one spike to the side of the spike next to it till he gets to the top of the 'wall' formed by said spikes. He then hops out and lands rather gracefully.*

Oh gee, I'm really friggen scared now...*Shadow starts hoping all over the place around Answeller and then suddenly appears behind him and stops.*

....Boo...*Shadow smacks him in the back of the neck with his empty hand.*

Come now! Surely you are better than this my boy! Let us have some fun! *Shadow laughs a hearty laugh.*

Oh dear. That wasn't good. Maybe more than parlour tricks would be required. But what? The man was clearly too fast on the ground. Options: Immobilise him/make him unable to use his advantages. How? Plan. Ah. That might work.
Wind whipped up around the pair, hurling them a fair way up in the air on a pair of separate updraughts, providing just enough force to let the both stand. Answeller smiled as he was carried a fair distance back from the floating Shadow.

"Hm. Can your speed help you when you're this high up? Let's find out."

*A little dumbfounded for a while. Shadow looks around thinking, then realizes its wind holding him up.*

You didn't think that one through too much, didn't you ever go swimming as a kid? *Shadow pulls his arms and legs in close to his torso and begins falling down through the updraft as his area is lessened to the wind and he creates less reistance.*

See, you should think a bit more. *Shadow, while falling still, lifts his arm up the revolver in it up and points it above his head at Answeller.*

Bang bang, try dodging this, its not like you can really walk on air. *Shadow fires off two rounds from his revolver with unusal accuracy for a falling man. He then gets nearer the ground and lies out flat to slow himself down and softly touches down.*

The two bullets seem to 'twitch' slighty inflight, their initial accuracy coming to naught as one punches it's way through Answeller's cloak near his knee and the second just barely grazes his cheek. Tenacious fellow. Perhaps playing to disable was a mistake? Well, no. After all, who'd clean up the mess? He cancelled the updraught and hit the ground heavily, still without his arms leaving the cloak.

"You don't fear the heights, then?"

The updraught still surrounding Shadow suddenly reverses, the air that held him up earlier instead smashing down with equal pressure.

"How's that for a change?"

*Once again, Shadow gets a half legit half nervous laugh outta this.*

Your really making me think today! I love it! I think you and I will get along quite well. Hrm...what to do what to do. *Shadow starts ingoring the fact that he can hardly lift his body and thinks.*

Well I can lift it a little, and the pressure can't create an infinitive amount of friction, so this should work.

*Shadow slowly removes some shotgun shells from his pocket and manuvers them to be one under each leg and one under each arm and one under his forehead.* ((Don't ask how...but the way i'm thinkin it out in my head, it can be done.))

This....should work....*Shadow slowly moves his arms and legs one at a time, moving at a crawl he frees the upper half of his body from the downward winds force and then claws the rest of his body free.*

Damn kid your good. I like your style, innovative. Needs some fine tuning though. But that I'm sure you'll learn through experiance.

up for some real fighting now? Seeing as this is basiclly a practice fight lets keep trying to change it up.

*Shadow reloads his revolver.* Lets see how good you are at dodging bullets, or at least as I like to say, being really really lucky.

*Shadow starts running around, not impossibly fast, but fast enough to keep someone on their toes. He fires off shots arbitrarily.*

Feel free to actually attack me sometime too, cause so far your just made good attempts at disabling me.

Sarith sat upon his bench, watching the fight ensue. He saw as the gusts of wind brought them into the air, his eyes watching them go, then the nimble acrobatics that each perform.

"The wind..."

For some odd reason he could not explane, he felt a sort of kinmanship, like one would have with a brother... suddenly, when he saw this. could it be with them?... no... something else... something... The wind? Could this fealing of... closeness, knoladge, understanding, kinmenship come from the very Wind?... he didnt understand it, but it was there. Something about the wind... how it moved and flowed, made him smile.

~~~
Dax chuckled slightly, standing in the shadowed area of the arena off to the side, watching the fight, only the slight ilumination of a single cig in his mouth shining through the darkness.

"Both are innovative fighters... it may be interesting to challenge one, or both, to a battle..." he chuckled, puffing the smoke out, a sly smile on his face. He knew that he couldnt battle them at full power, he would give them the handicap and hold back. It was still rather funny, this was all a game to him, something to occupy him, 'keap him out of trouble' as one might say. As HE might say...

Whatever, it didnt matter, all that mattered was the fact that he was gunna have some fun with this, and it would be something to laugh about for some time...

((sounds a little obnoxius if you ask me. remember nobody is god here.))

((lol, dont worry, he's not invincible, and thats his thinking, he's an obnoxious jerk, lol.))

ooc: 'Scuse me while I switch tenses. Somethings are easier in the past.

"Luck and skill have nothing to do with dodging bullets, you just need the will."

Indeed, an inexplicable null-bullet aura seemed to have formed a metre or so from Answeller, the bullets that got within 'twitching' slightly in their flight and missing anything vital on the mage. One knocked a hole in his sleeve, another winged past one of his bangs, a few severed hairs dropping to the ground, but nothing major. His opponent was fast, but evidently holding back somewhat. His pattern was getting familiar after a moment or so and the mage smiled. Just infront of the running man, a pencil-thin beam of faint blue light formed, a rushing noise heralding a massive energy burst heading downwards.

*Shadow looks up and sees a exceptionally large burst of energy heading towards him.*

In the words of men everywhere..."****."

*Shadow immediatly does a backflip spin turning himself around and starts running like hell.*

"Ya know, been a long time since I ran like this" Shadow thinks to himself.

*Shadow narrowly dodges the attack and its massive explosion, he gets a few cuts and such from it though.* 10 points for style answeller my friend. 10 points for style. Not exactly practicle for.....percision jobs though eh? *Shadow chuckles a bit.*

What do you say we put this to music, symphony style.

The first movement, the allegro molto...fast and with vigro now my boy. *Shadow goes at almost full speed dancing around Answeller throwing out punches and kicks to the man, the attack is, as expected, done in an almost dance-like fashion.* And then to the second movement, a finely tuned largo...*Shadow takes out a revolver and carefully aims each of 3 shots.* Third movement, the Scherzo...kinda sneaks up on sometimes...*Shadow jumps up exceptionally high in the air placing himself against the sun so that the glare makes it hard to see him. He then falls down with great speed towards Answeller, sadly though, the attack misses.* Schezo's arn't my favorite anyway. But then comes the finale, the 4th movement, the Allegro con fuoco...a brillantly powerful work of art. *Shadow pulls out two machine pistols and begins firing, not with the greatest accuarcy on earth, but it surely makes for dramatic effect.*

And thus my symphony comes to an end. Your move.

When the smoke gets around to clearing, Answeller is clearly not happy. There's a number of new and attractive holes in his cloak and a red welt on his already grazed cheek, plus a notable small puddle of blood on the floor, looking like he's got at least one bullet in his arm.

"I don't enjoy classical that much. Try some rock."

With a 'whump', Shadow finds himself on a rapidly rising pillar of rock that suddenly crumbles beneath his feet. Thanks to fundamental laws of physics, his upward motion continues in a predictable way.
Down below, Answeller draws his shotgun one-handed and tries a spot of skeet shooting.

You don't enjoy classic....whoa! *Shadow finds himself rising and then falling very fast both ways.*

Well whoop-dee-****in-doo. *The shotgun shot finds its way into three points of his body. luckily they were on the body armor vest shadow mentioned he was wearing. Shadow falls down and slams into the ground in a good bit of pain.*

You little bastard. Finally decided to try eh? Time to get it on again. Les go...

*Shadow, formerly holding his stomache area in pain gets up and shakes off. His chest still hurts, it's probably quite bruised as well, but he manages to get over it.*

You got a good shot with that thing, one handed on a non-sawed shotgun, that takes arm strength. I'm surprised your arm hasn't been ripped off. More surprised that you haven't torn muscle fiber all down your arm. But you did manage to get me a little bothered, which I assure you will not work out in your favor.

*Shadow, now moving faster than he has before, has an assault rifle in his hands and is firing off rather accurate shots from his M16. The bullets move faster than those of this other guns and are more accurate and deadly.*

With worrying speed, the 'aura' around Answeller rushes outwards to catch the new, faster threat, the additional deflection causing even the assault rifle rounds to miss their target, if only barely.

"You were the one mocking me for making my disadvantage clear, and yet you squander this knowledge? I don't und~"

He's interrupted as a bullet slices through his left shoulder, causing him to stagger backwards a little.

"I just had my shirt dry-cleaned... Do you have any idea how much that cost?"

With a worrying smile, twin pillars of crackling light rise from the ground infront of him and spiral into a single blast of lightning that slams towards Shadow at a fair fraction of lightspeed.

Sarith watched all of this in amazement. if they had any more, he was almost out of their league... that is, if he even was in their league to begin with...

~~~

Dax chuckled, watching the fight. "sheash, they go from stylustuic to just all out hell..." he sees sarith's reaction to this and laughs somewhat loudly. "The kid's loosing it, sheash, it's just a fight."

You damn ****ers and your lightning!

*Shadow gets hit by the lightning bolt and falls down on the ground. He's obviously in a good deal of pain now.*

Ah hell that hurt man.....these were nice clothes too. Especially comfy.

*Shadow is now moving as fast as he can, and he's right up in Answeller's face puncing and kicking him as hard as possible. He occasionally fires off a few bullets and smacks him around hiw the side of his revolver too. Shadow is obviously pissed off now.*

Music: The Kinks- Where Have All the Good Times Gone?

The numerous blows finally pierce Answeller's mental defences and the pain creeps into his finely-tuned mind. With a worrying cry of pain, he falls to his knees under the hail of blows.

"Da...damn you... you know... I hate close combat.... But, heh...."

His good arm, seemingly crackling with electricity shoots out from his cloak as Shadow makes another pass, aiming to grab Shadow's leg and roast him.

*Shadow running around furiously beating the snot out of Answeller see's this toasty arm reach out from the cloak and right before he runs into it shadow trips himself and he flies over the arm head first into the ground. He then stands up and panting with anger pulls out two machine pistols from his belt. He points them at answeller...*

Well then! Whats it gonna be now son! *He fires a ring of bullets around him, he's still standing close enough to answeller that he could start kicking him and beating him again, but he is out of the range of answellers static charged arm.*

I've got you cornered now boy! Make a fast decision! *Shadow shoots 8 bullets at the area directly around Answeller's knees on the ground.*

"Hold, enough! You win this round."

The mage sighs and struggles to his feet, bleeding from quite a few wounds.

"I admit that I under-estimated you. But, not next time."

Dax chuckled then stepped forth. "Nice fight, both of you. Makes me wonder what it would be like to challenge one of you to a fight..."

~~~

Sarith stood from his seat, seeing Dax make his way over. He wanted to fight... he didnt know why, but he wanted to particiapte in this thing...

*Shadow puts his gun away and cools down for a minute.*

Hey you guys *He looks to the other guy in the arena thats been watching them.* Why don't you come on down to THC and I'll get you a drink on me. I work there so don't worry, I got ya covered. Answeller, I say we celebrate a good fight eh? *Shadow pats answeller on the back like an old friend.* Come on with me.

Dax chuckled coming up to both of them. "I'm always up for a good drink." he chuckled slightly, seeing Sarith walking forth slowly.

"hey, sword bearer, why dont you come too? Or are you too young boy?" he chuckled slightly before turneing back to the others.

~~~

Sarith glared slightly, but still continued forth before coming somewhat close to them.

"If the invetation is open towards me, i will take it, but that is only if the one whome originally opened the invitation gives it to me, not you Dax..."

Heh, smart mouth there boy."

Shadow looks at the other person with the sword.

Ah hell just come along.

((seing as i last posted in THC, someone else can make the first post))

Sarith walks in the front area of the arena, looking about. What was it about this place that attracted him so?... he shook his head. this was stupid... why was he here?... He sighed and turned. "might as well wait for someone to challenge me..."

*Anarchy silently plummets through the starless skies, dropping closer and closer to the ground with each passing second. Suddenly, four long, cylindrical wings explode from the back equipment-pod of his mech suit.*

<Anarchy> Planetfall wing successfully deployed. Fifteen seconds to contact.

<Kimikona> Neural interfaces with the suit are showing green across the board. Interface errors are hovering just below 0.007%, well within the limits. You are go for planetfall thrust maneuvering.

*Anarchy nods to this. Seconds later the thrusting uints in all four wings hum to life and light the evening skies with four distinct trails of firery red. As he nears the ground the thrust output capacity reflexively increases to ensure a smooth landing.*

*A mild thump is heard as Anarchy makes planetfall, discarding his planetfall wings and back equipment pod with mere seconds and making for the nearest suitable cover.*

<Anarchy> Planetfall contact established. Beginning scans for our contact....

Sarith walks forth, obviously surprised by the newcomer. "who in the blazes are you?..."

*Anarchy slowly rises to his feet and turns around, drawing a modified .50 calibur Desert Eagle from his suit as he does so (for defensive purposes, of course).*

<Anarchy> Just a humble bounty hunter, sir....

Sarith swallows slightly, seeing the gun, a slight tremble going through him which he quickly shook off. "Why are you here?..." His right hand slowly moved to his pocket, the blade Hirasamewithin a sheath underneath his pants leg, strapped to his right leg, a small slit in the pokcet giving easy axess.

*Anarachy sees the movement and quickly reacts, leveling the barrel of the gun at Sarith's left temple.*

<Anarchy> Don't.... do that. I'm just here to settle a score, and visit my place of birth since I'm already here....

Sarith glared slightly, slowly moving his hand baxck away from his pocket. "I meen you no harm as well... I was acting in self defence..." He slowly lowered his hands, relaxing. 'your from here?..."

*Anarchy slowly lowers the gun and returns it to his suit.*

<Anarchy> Used to be, up until about three years ago, but I won't bore you with details.... So, what's your name?

Sarith nods slightlym relaxing more. "My name's Sarith... Sarith Acrill..."

*Anarchy quietly removes his headgear, letting his hip-length black hair fall back in a careless fashion. He then extends his right hand*

<Anarchy> Name's Zidall, Zidall Starlos. My associates call me 'Anarchy'.

Sarith nods, slowly extending his ahnd and shaking Anar's. "nice to meet you Zidall..."

*Anarchy silently releases Sarith's hand, reaches into a compartment of his suit and pulls out a small, semi-sphere-shaped object. He then proceeds to place it on the ground and press a small button on the side, activating the holo-projection lens in the center.*

*A small, holographically projected image of a young woman appears and looks at Sarith for a few seconds, then turns to Anarchy.*

<Kimikona> Friend of yours?

<Anarchy> Just met 'em. Go ahead and introduce yourself.

*The small figure nods and then turns back to face Sarith.*

<Kimikona> Name's Kimikona, you can call me Kim. Pleased to meet'cha. I'm Zidall's operations commander.

Sarith nodded smiling slightly. "I'm sarith... nice to meet you Kim..." Sarith was rather addled by this point, this was all technology he hadnt ever seen before... nor knew existed.

*Kim's image studied Sarith's confused expression for a moment and then turned to face Anarchy.*

<Kimikona> He doesn't know, does he? Damnit Zidall! The implications for a Code UP1 Breach are astronomical. What the bloody hell are you thinking exposing an underdeveloped life-form to advanced technology?!

*Anarchy raises and eyebrow and kneels to eye level with the holo-image.*

<Anarchy> And what exactly do you call what you did to me when you found me back on Deja III?

<Kimikona> THAT was different.... for reasons I'll figure out later.

*Anarchy gives a small chuckle and then returns his attention to the bewildered Sarith, lighting up a cigarette as he does so.*

<Anarchy> Eh, sorry about all this. I'll try to explain it sometime, dude....

Sarith shook hishead, obviously rather bewildered ashe saw the small exchange between the two. "I'm guessing that your not exactly saposed to speak to me eh?..."

*Anarchy puffs on the cigarette for a second before replying.*

<Anarchy> Not exactly.... We'll explain later. For now, is there any place around here that I can stash my gear for a day or two?

*Anarchy's stomach growls loudly, voicing it's desire for a twinky.*

<Anarchy> Eh, ya wouldn't happen to know a place around here that I can get something to eat, do ya? Eh heh.... Eh heh....

*Kim's holo-projection placed her hand to her forehead and sighed.*

<Kimikona> I've made you the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy, and STILL you persist on thinking only with your stomach....! Aye mey....

"Theres a place I know called tri-Links... we can go there if you want, as for your stuff... i know a place..."

<Anarchy> Your assistance is greatly appreciated.

<Kimikona> Let's get going you two, before somebody else spots us....

Sarith leeds them to a small house on the outskirts of the town, his home of residence, at least currently. "You can keap your things here if you wish, Tri-Links is just down that road, if you want me to go ewith you I will."

*Anarchy quickly finds an empty corner of the residence to stash his equipment. As he rummages through his pod's contents, he pulls out a small ear-piece and places it around his right ear.*

<Anarchy> Nah, that's fine. It's been a few years, but I think I'll find it no problem. But just to refresh my memory: Anything deadly that I need to be on the lookout for on my way there? My memory's a little fuzzy.

He shrugs* to tell you the truth... I'm new to towm, and I've been there once or twice and thats it... who knows whats really out there...

*Anarchy shrugs, then looks down, realizing that he's still wearing his Stealth Operations Suit (S.O.S.).*

<Anarchy> Well, guess I can't go waltzin' into town dressed in this get-up.

*Anarchy's ear-piece suddenly crackles to life as Kimikona starts ranting again.*

<Kimikona> Well that would be a BAD IDEA. You've already let yourself been seen once, don't make a habit of it. You'd better change before going into town.

<Anarchy> I guess so.... Hope the bar's still open in town.

<Kimikona> Aye mey....

<Anarchy> I'll be good. I'm just going to scope out the area.

Sarith nodded. "ok, well come with me then..."

*Anarchy nods to this.* Lead the way.

Sarith nodded and started out the door. "It'll be a good 10 minutes walk or so..." he looked back. "So... you lived her once huh?"

Yeah.... Had a pretty good life set up for myself, 'til I got caught up in something I had no business stickin' my nose in....

He chuckled. "Let me guess, nonew of my business either?"

Got caught up in a bit of a conspiracy. Involved dark magic of the worst kind. Ya know, the whole 'end of the world' story. Tried to be a hero, did a pretty crappy job at it. Got a lot of people killed....

Ended up getting exiled. Banished from the planet for that matter.
So.... now I'm back for a little revenge.

So how 'bout you? What's your story?

He closed his eyes and sighed. "well... i was abused by my dad... and my mother left him when i was still an infant..." he stopped. "i'm sorry... i'll tell you later... i justc ant now..."

*Anarchy places a hand on Sarith's shoulder understandingly* No prob, kid. I'm in no rush, you can tell me whenever you feel like it. And by the way.... once we get to the village, it might be a good idea if you hang back a ways. The last time I came through these parts I didn't exactly make myself very popular, I'm guessing people haven't forgotten about it yet. Things could get really hairy, really fast. I'll try not to stir up anything on my own, but if I'm forced to defend myself things could get out of hand in the blink of an eye.

Sarith shook his head. "I can handle myself... I dont have much of a reputation here anyways... but why not be the firend of destruction?" he chuckled and smiled. "I've... never had a friend before... thank you."

((Fight go!))
The abandoned arena finds life again with a crashing bang as Legion crashes through the roof and slams into the floor with an interesting crack. The Demon raises himself up and forces some bones back into place with a series of pops. He looks up at the hole he made in the ceilling with a sneer. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

A young looking boy hovers just below the hole made by Legion, he takes off his black, spkiey leather jacket and lets it fall to the floor. Reeve's swords dangle loosely from their sheathes as he points a finger at Legion. "I hear that a lot." A light blue, sharp beam shoots at Legion from Reeve's finger, aimed at his eye.

Reeve unsheathes his short swords and twirls them. As Legion approaches too close for comfort, Reeve allows himself to drop to the Arena floor. "You've been quite a pest recently, and to my father as well. I hear you're a powerful hybrid. Or just a genetic freak, but none of that makes a damn to me. I'm going to kill you." Reeve crosses his swords and lowers them, preparing for an attack.

(Magic 9 Ball, GO!)

Oooh. A Fight."

The silver haired man walked into the arena, and smiled brightly. His eyes locked onto the fight between Legion and Reeve. He pulled the blue chain off his neck and tossed it behind him on the ground, and walked forward.

He barely bothered noting Legion, instead locking onto Reeve. "Hmpf. Just some brat with a sword." and stopped about 2 feet away.

"Hey, kid. Don't you know this place is for adults?"

He smiled as smugly as possible, and then adressed Legion "Need some help escorting this little boy out of here?"

Reeve twirls out of the way and throws his left sword down to the ground where legion is, trying to pin him down. "Bug off, geazer. This has nothing to do with you."

Legion rolls out of the way and flips to his feet. "Anyone willing to maul this punk is a friend of mine." Legion snarls again and slashes at Reeve with his claws in an attempt to back him into a corner.

((Yes Legion accepting help is OOC, but whatever, I like team fights.))

Shi smiles in a lopsided manner. He puts the palm of his hand against the hilt of his sword, and walks towards Reeve.

He grips the blade and rushes towards Reeve, catchlessly pulling the blade from it's sheath and jumping into the air, then downwardly slicing at Reeve.

Shi grins above Reeve, and twists his body in midair, avoiding the beam. Instead of slashing, he throws his right arm out, and the dagger once attached to his cuff shoot out, aimed at Reeve.

Shi's undoubtably thick skull cushions the blow, but he is stilled knocked onto his butt by the kick. He stands back up, and retrives his dagger and katana before walking slowly towards Reeve.

With each step he took, his entire body seemed to fade. Suddenly, in midstep, he seemed to split into two Shis. They walked side by side, then a crack was heard. The Shi's shirts seemed to explode, and a pair of night black feathered wings shot out from their backs. They gave them a test flap, then jumped towards Reeve, flying towards him at intense speed. They drew their swords, then aimed a sideways slash at him.

'...or not.' Reeve, absent of his blades, backflips and attempts to dodge them. His calf muscle is nearly cut off attempting this. He propels himself backwards and away, calculating his odds. "This is a bitch." Quickly, he swoops down, trying to pick up one of his loose blades.

Reeve looks behind him just before reaching his blade and is flattened on the ground by the claw. His left knee cap was knocked far out of place in his leg and he grips it in pain. "You mother fucker.."

The Shi's reverse their flight and shoot down towards Reeve, then point their swords toward him. Then they glide off to the side, and land on the ground on both sides of Reeve. "Ready to give up, kid?"

The Shi's giggle madly, and walk over to Legion. "Can I play with his inside when your done?" and clapped his hands in joy.

There wasn't any time to utter a curse, or a scream of pain for that matter, as the bullets ripped into his skull. The only sound audible was the cracking of bone and the splashes of blood as it splattered on the arena floor and Reeve. His death-grip immediately looses and Legion falls to the side; unmoving. In a few seconds, a red glow envelopes his head as bullet holes begin to seal themselves shut.

((*hits the goddmod button* =X))

Shi frowns and says "Aww..but I wanted to play with his insides.." and turns to face the newcomer, hand already at his sword's hilt.

"What the hell do you want? Can't you see we're busy?"

Reeve drops to the ground, his knee buckling. Without a notice, he screams and volt of power engulfs his body and pushes both of his attackers away. He picks up his blade and spears it at Legion's neck, the obvious is to pin him to the arena wall. Quickly, he scurries to the person who fired off the gun and uses his one good leg to jump into the air and hover over all of the players. "I think three on one is a bit unfair..."