<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><strong>Kraven's Arena</strong></span></span><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Match 1: Archer vs. Chemist</span></span></strong><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shiloh</span><br/><div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi5mMTEyMTIuUjAwLjA/d-day-stencil.regular.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ec/7b/b9/ec7bb906228bace8c72d01d32fd70e54.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The vial of acid did more than he had hoped for. It rained upon the archer, halting her if just long enough for him to get into position and draw another vial of acid to finish her off. She was almost dead—if she wasn’t half-dead already. She was the palest thing he had ever seen, which was another reason he wanted to experiment on her. He wanted to know about the fruit she had consumed and the chemical effects it had on her genetic makeup.<br/><br/>Bart raised a flag and was prepared to lob it when the archer moved so swiftly. It appeared the affects of his hallucinogen had worn off at the worst possible time. She loosed an arrow and his heart leapt when it struck his neck. Startled, the glass left his hand to shatter at his feet, hissing and bubbling angrily as it ate through the cement. Bart had gasped so loud and hard that his hand rose to grasp his throat. He hadn’t felt pain, and he hadn’t been drowning in his blood. He swore she had killed him, but she hadn’t…but she had. A darkness wavered before his eyes. His eyelids felt heavy and his focus started to blur.<br/><br/>“No; no; no; no!” Bart panicked. His eyes were near bulging in dread as he felt his body grow heavy. His legs weakly buckled beneath him. Pathetically, he crawled toward Shiloh whimpering and weeping, “I don’t want to die! Please, reverse it!”<br/><br/>He fearfully gazed up at the swirling dragons. One of them halted in the sky, its wings flapping as it hovered above Bart like an Angel of Death. “No; no!” Bart shrieked in horror. His arms went limp, dropping him heavily onto his chest as the weight of the gear on his back near crushed him. The chemist was frothing at the mouth in his desperate battle to fight the affects of her spell. “<em>They’ll kill you too!</em>” he rasped on a strained tone (his things were crushing him). “They’ll eat you…” <em>Alive</em> was then said in his dreams as the chemist’s eyes closed as he fell into a peaceful sleep.<br/><br/>“Uh oh! The match isn’t over, but it looks like it’s about to be and maybe for both of the competitors!” the announcer shouted, pointing up at a black dragon that was licking its dripping chops. The dragon thrust out its neck and dove toward the arena floor. When it landed on the stage, its weight shook the stone beneath its feet. It placed a claw over the chemist as a hood of flesh and horns splayed at Shiloh in a threatening manner. The creature hissed at her as though declaring the chemist was now its food source.<br/><br/>Other dragons were starting to make their descent to challenge the black dragon for the meat.<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>GM Note:</strong> Battle is over. Escape or die. Players are free to meet with the victor, post their reactions, or the next competitor can post their introduction. Next competitor is: <strong>Xenyora vs. Tristan</strong></span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>VICTORY!</strong><br/>Victory Theme (https://youtu.be/-YCN-a0NsNk)<br/><br/><strong>Word Count XP Awarded:</strong> 9 XP<br/><strong>Duel Victory Awarded:</strong> 10 XP<br/><strong>Total XP Awarded:</strong> 19 XP</span></div>