As Coldfire got into view of the enemy flag, he saw a hellion run up with their own. "Who the hell is guarding our flag?!" Cold yelled landing and stabbing the hellion with his ice sword, "And why am I the only one getting the flag?!"
Cold rushed through the air and landed again with a thud at their own base and scored. He yelled out, "Someone get the flag, I'm watching the base!"
Shinji came out of the ground, grabbed the enemy flag, and passed the flag to Rai. "Gangs flag stolen!" Rai burrowed into the ground and made a dash for their base. Shinji was attacked by a group of warriors, one of them hit him in the back with an arrow, and while the others thought he was weak they charged in. Shinji's eyes began to glow as they got closer, and he entered a martial arts stance. First, he took out the one with the crossbow and kicked him into one wielding an axe, one swung at him about five times, and he dodged all the attacks and hit him in the chest sending him flying. The last one attempted to kick Shinji in the back, but he cought his foota and tipped him over and kicked him upside the head while he was on the ground.
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"Sorry I didn't cover you man, I ran into a group of Lost while I was heading for their flag the first time." Rai said to coldfire.
"Heroes team scores!"
"Supers win! All fighters leave the arena. Another match is starting shortly." The announcer said. Coldfire dropped the troll he had been beating on. Around their flag was about 12 Trolls and Outcasts, all beaten to hell and back. As the forest dissapeared, the group of supers walked out to the lobby.
"Next fight starts in 15 minutes, Free for All battle royal." The announcer said as in the background the blood-thirsty crowd cheered.
Reishi grinned widely at those words.
"Battle Royale...omoshiroi ne..." she whispered to herself.
Coldfire cracked his knuckles and walked into the bar. He had fifteen minutes to waste, might as well get a drink. As he sat down and lit up a ciggarette, he look up at the bartender and said, "Vodka, straight. Give me the bottle."
"Greetings: Fellow Combatant: Coldfire," came a voice from behind Coldfire.
A black battle armored Rikti slid into the seat next to Coldfire and gave him an affable nod. The bartender silently passed the Rikti a fizzy green drink that he drank through a straw that descended from his helmet.
"Introductions: Chertak: Warmaster: Gladiator: In past Coliseum," Chertak said. "Hopes include: This new Coliseum: Succeeds well."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Hehe, it returns :P))
"I remember you. You fought well." Coldfire said not moving anything but his mouth, "So how does a Rikti Warmaster end up here?" Coldfire turned to look at Chertek when the announcer chimed in to give an update. Five minutes, then the real fun began.
"Division: Line: Between factions," Chertak explained as he took another sip. "I: Restructerist: Wish alliance: Humans. High Command: My sector: Traditionalists. Wish destruction: Humans. Punishment: Assignment: Coliseum."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"So you didn't like what your allies were doing." Coldfire said taking another drink, "But you didn't betray them. Honorable."
Coldfire looked at Chertek and realized that he wasn't an enemy, he was a good being, different than the Rikti he'd fought. Coldfire respected Chertek, something a lot of people didn't get from him.
"Fighters to you stations, one minute until the fight begins!"
Coldfire looked at Chertek and said, "That's my que."
((You'know you guys can do things outside of the fighting. The downtime between fights is for dialogue, moving along plot and such. The next fight is about to begin, set up whatever characters you want fighting to be in your next post, once the fight begins, others can join though.))
A single Marcone Hitman walks slowly to the starting area, sniper rifle over his shoulder. A large pistol sits loosely in his pocket.
He says nothing.
Well, well, well. This looked fun. A place where one could cause severe pain and suffering without the stupid authorities intervening. Schizophrenias considered the pros and cons as he floated over the arena, invisible. On the one hand, it would be a lot less dangerous. On the other. . . he kinda liked fighting cops.
Eh, what the hey. Why pass up a golden opportunity like this? Schizophrenias popped into view, a tall, thin purple figure in a straitjacket with green spikes attached to his feet and, where his hair should be, a brain with red wires pulsed. His eyes were covered in green cloth and barbed wire. He looked nearly as insane as he actually was. Schizophrenias dived through the lobby doors and flew to the starting area, knocking several people aside as he did so. He stopped to float next to the Marcone Hitman.
"So," he said, cracking his neck. "Killed any good people lately?"
"Yeh." He grunted. "Sum Longbow sucka who though' he cud cross da don. Whaddabout you?"
Schizo considered. "Hmmm, guess I've been slacking. Haven't killed anyone except a couple Tsoo who made fun of my costume. Did beat up some hero called Aurora Bory-something, but I'm pretty sure she's not dead." He conjured a thorn from midair and spat on it, causing it to turn into a winged spider, which flew off with difficulty.
(Man I'm falling behind in all my Rpes. so what happened)
The Hitman chuckled and loaded some Depleted Uranium bullets.
((Supers won match one, Free for All is starting.))
Coldfire entered the gate area and waited for the announcer to begin the match. Soon, the familiar voice chimed in. "Fighters, enter your gate areas. This is a free for all fight, no teams, enter any way you wish."
Coldfire watched as the other fighters entered the gates and the door slid slowly open to reveal a large Coliseum. It was empty, clear, no place to hide. Just how Coldfire liked it. As the fighters were ushered in, the doors slid closed and the voice said, "FIGHT!"
((Remember, you can add a character whenever you want.))
"Da [censored]? I can't line up a shot in dis empty spot!"
The Hitman grumbled and rumbled and proceeded to scale the coliseum wall, hiding in the rafters.
Schizophrenias laughed to himself. A clear, simple arena, eh? Perhaps they wanted a fair fight. If they wanted that, Schizo chuckled as he turned invisble and flew into the arena, they shouldn't have let him in.
Ryan slowy walked in. He watched as others jumped about and readied them selves, he maked sure his white scarf was still tight on his face Ryan. Quickly unsheathing Akujiki Ryan entered a classic samuria stance, holding the sword vertical right infront of him.
Chertak looked around at the competition and was summarily not impressed. Coldfire he knew could cause a lot of trouble and the ninja was strong as well. The other hero was an unknown but the others were just pawns. Since he had entered the same door as Coldfire had, the Rikti gave him a nod and started advancing on the ninja. A press of a button on his suit cause his rifle to materialize in his hands and Chertak leveled the massive repulsor gun at Ryan.
"This fight: Begins," he said and fired the first shot of the evening.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Ryan didn't even try to move. the repulser shot went straight through him and slammed into the concrete roman esx wall creating a cloud of smoke. Ryan's head was slighty turned around to see the damage behind him. then with a slow turn to face the machine, Ryan luaghed. "Who do you think your messing with?" Ryan leapt across the feild and came down with a strong vertical blow with his sword.
((I just realized Chertak's fighting my Family...))
((Again...))
The Hitman carefully lined up the shot on the Warmaster's gun hand. He wasn't out to kill -- He was out for accuracy bonus points.
As the hitman lined up his sights, a black material came in front of the lense. Looking up he said, "Ta hell?!"
"Hi." Coldfire said materializing his ice sword.
"Nuh uh!" The Hitman snarled, raising the sniper-rifle and firing at point blank.
That shocker got in a lucky shot. Or so he thought.
Reishi stood up not more than a few seconds after being "put down".
Reishi's friends and personal trainers always likened her to a wolf. She was strong, fast, and when cornered, was absolutely vicious.
"Let's see you try that again buddy!" Reishi yelled as she charged at her attacker. All pain was forgotten, and her tingling nerves subsided. She kicked the Shocker like a soccer ball straight up into the air, where she leapt up and slammed him in the back with her elbow.
She landed on her feet, but the shocker ate dirt.