<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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times new roman;">Watch for vote for a scene at the end.</span><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEwNi5mMTEyMTIuUjAwLjA/d-day-stencil.regular.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Nisime’s concert ended with an explosion of cheers. The adoration bathed the bard as she bowed to her fans before straightening, and waving goodbye as she left with her backup dancers offstage. Multiple trumpets cleaved through the din, calming the storm of excitement that swirled in the stands momentarily. A lone man wearing garish colors of red, yellow, and pink silk walked out to the center of the stage. A hands-free mic extended from his right ear toward the corner of his mouth as he announced, “Welcome to the first ever World Tournament held here at Kraven’s Arena. This is a historical moment, for not just His Majesty, but for one and all. Here in this very arena we will see power and triumph. The strongest warriors from all around the world have bravely accepted invitation to this City of the Gods. I expect there will be magic unlike anything we have ever seen, and unfortunately, there. Will. Be. <em>CARNAAAAGE~!</em>”<br/><br/>The announcer’s voice screamed like a power metal singer, exciting the crowd once more. Roars and screams for bloodshed filled the center arena like a bowl, and then soon they started to stomp. It resembled a rhythm from “We Will Rock You” as they brought their hands together in a single, loud clap.<br/><br/><em>Let. It. Start!</em><br/><br/><em>Let. It. Start!</em><br/><br/>The audience chanted. The announcer grinned and twirled with his arms out-stretched, savoring the crowd’s hunger for entertainment. Prince Tharn glanced about at the crowd, grinning with equal bloodlust and enthusiasm as the rest of the Caerdujans.<br/><br/>“This will be the saddest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tharn hummed. His face rested within his massive paw. His white paw could clutch his whole skull if he wanted. “I am surprised Kraven isn’t here to watch the show happening in his own arena.”<br/><br/>“Kraven only cares about the end. The one who wins the tournament, even if he or <em>she</em> is one of our own will be the one he is most interested in. Can you blame him? I feel the same. There are so many beautiful creatures out there, and only few are worthy of pleasuring me,” Princess Ciri said as her purple orbs observed the announcer.<br/><br/>Lowering his arms, the announcer cleared his throat, and the crowd gradually quieted their clamoring. “I was asked by the king himself to present you all with a treat—an exhibition match if you will. BETWEEN OUR MIGHTY GENERAL!”<br/><br/>The audience cheered once more, and the announcer paused to allow them to vent their anticipation before he continued, “And one of our visitors here who demanded we not waste his time. He wanted to challenge our champion outright!”<br/><br/>The Caerdujans erupted with laughter. It spilled down from the stands, causing the announcer to smirk. “While General Ralot is not our champion, he has agreed to meet this fighter blade-to-blade—<em>or whatever weapons they’ll use.</em> Now! With no further delay. The first match in the tournament!”<br/><br/>“Our foreigner hails from the west, from The Free States of Vajraana. He proclaims himself to be the most powerful fighter in this tournament. A knight by profession, but not just any knight. I present to you, Onion Knight, Sir Ingus Scallion (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/026/515/313/medium/lorenza-pigliamosche-onionring-boi.jpg?1588968883)!”<br/><br/>The fighter emerged, and the crowd barely applauded his appearance. They were staring in shock and disbelief at his ridiculous outfit. His chainmail rattled musically beneath his red clothing. His creamy cape swayed behind him, and an enormous, white crest blossomed from atop of his helm. The red-headed warrior was smiling despite all the scrutiny he was receiving from the audience.<br/><br/>Prince Tharn snickered hard before he collapsed back in his chair laughing: “Who is this jester? He wants to fight our champion? Gods, I feel sorry for General Ralot!”<br/><br/>Ciri’s bowed lips pulled into an intrigued smile. “Hm…I think he looks cute. He’s brave too. Brave to waltz right up to the top. Mm…yes, he sounds like he just might do.”<br/><br/>Tharn gawked at his sister in disbelief. “Are you serious? You want to fuck that red clown?”<br/><br/>Ciri’s fine brows furrowed as she grumbled, “Please…” She smirked. “I’ll do more than fuck him…”<br/><br/>The princess waved, hoping to catch the knight’s attention. Sir Ingus’s red brows lifted in surprise to see a beautiful woman waving at him from the balcony. He blinked once, and then twice. “HM!?” he uttered in shock. A Caerdujan princess was waving at him? He stopped to check behind him to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Seeing no one, Sir Ingus’s cheeks flushed a bright pink. He regarded the princess once more and waved back.<br/><br/>The announcer’s brows rose and he followed the knight’s gaze to see that the princess was demanding his attention. “Wow! What an honor! Our Knight of Scallion has the eye of our king’s most beautiful daughter, Princess Ciri!”<br/><br/>Ciri brought her fingertips to her pouty lips and blew the knight a kiss. Sir Ingus pretended to catch the kiss, reaching out and catching it in his armored hand before bringing his palm to his lips. Tharn rolled his eyes hard at the gesture. “For the love of…guh just someone kill him already.”<br/><br/>“Did you see? He loves me!” Ciri exclaimed. Tharn stared in wide-eyed disturbance at his sister’s nipples that suddenly became so hard they looked like blades ready to slit her top open. “Uh! I’m getting so horny. I need him to win quick!”<br/><br/>Below her abdomen, her mouth salivated and oozed, dumping fluid all over the floor. Tharn lifted his legs and recoiled from the erotic mess his sister made. “Will you stop! You’re getting your disgusting muck everywhere!”<br/><br/>“I can’t. I need him to win. I need him to hurry. We’re going to have crazy sex. Mad sex everywhere. My children are going to love him, but I’m going to love him first!” she moaned, while she tried not to make such a naughty scene in front of the crowds. She tucked both of her hands between her chelicera into her dripping mouth.<br/><br/>“You’re such a shameless freak.”<br/><br/>The announcer continued, holding his arm outstretched in the opposite direction the onion knight had entered. “Our glorious god commander needs no fancy introduction. He arrives! General Sern Ralot!”<br/><br/>The crowd thundered as the ominous dark knight stalked toward center stage. He was tall and curved horns protruded from the layered mantle on his shoulders and helm. In his right hand, he clutched a lance with the blade of a short sword. The garrison commander stopped before the red knight, silently observing him.<br/><br/>Sir Ingus grinned and offered his hand to the general. “Let this be a fine battle between knights.”<br/><br/>The general, at first, made no motion to take the onion knight’s hand. Sir Ingus didn’t retract his hand and his grin shrank into a determined, straight-lipped frown.<br/><br/>Tharn chuckled, “He’s not going to shake your--”<br/><br/>The prince’s brows rose when he watched the general reach out and grasp the knight’s forearm. Sir Ingus’s grin brightly returned as he clutched the general’s forearm back.<br/><br/>“What an honor! While this foreigner may not leave with his life, he is sure one lucky guy! He’s not only caught the attention of our beloved princess, but the respect from our general.”<br/><br/>“What is wrong with you people!?” Tharn angrily growled at Ciri and General Ralot.<br/><br/>Ciri continued to keep her hands occupied in her mouth as she laughed at her brother, “Maybe we see something in him, you don’t dear brother.”<br/><br/>Sir Ingus and General Ralot released each other’s arms and turned away from each other to walk to their starting positions on stage. The announcer started retreating himself and yelling, “All right! Let this match…”<br/><br/>Once the announcer had gotten out of harm’s way, he shouted, “BEGIN!”<br/><br/>A second after the two knights’ boots touched their positions on stage, they whirled and instantly closed the distance. There was a loud clang and flash of steel as the two knights met in the center. Their weapons were locked against each other, grinding and sparking as Sir Ingus grinned wildly into General Ralot’s shadow-filled helm. The Caerdujans were stunned to the onion knight’s strength.<br/><br/>Prince Tharn sat up in his throne. “Ralot must be playing with him…”<br/><br/>The two knights pushed off each other’s blades and swiftly backpedaled. Sir Ingus started whispering magic. A rainbow, glass-like orb flashed about his being (NulAll). General Ralot waved his hand down the length of his lance blade, casting his own spell (Temper) as the blade turned red.<br/><br/>The two resumed combat. Ralot, with his hand high on the lance, thrust the end of it at Sir Ingus. Sir Ingus parried the thrust, pushing it aside with his blade and twirled inside Ralot’s arms reach. The dark knight stepped back and tilted back his head to avoid the edge of the onion knight’s blade from slicing his throat. After Sir Ingus’s blade swung around, he continued the turn as his cream-colored cape swirled in the dark knight’s face, briefly obscuring his movements. General Ralot leaped backwards as the end of a blade was extending toward his chest. General Ralot managed to land outside the onion knight’s reach. Sir Ingus’s cape flourished behind him as he appeared resting on one knee. He whipped his sword to the side and triumphantly smirked at the general.<br/><br/>Prince Tharn was scowling angrily. “Is this foreign piece of shit actually causing our general to run?”<br/><br/>“He really is strong. What a find. Hurry. Finish Ralot off and come to me my darling!” Princess Ciri moaned.<br/><br/>“Whose side are you on!?”<br/><br/>Sir Ingus’s smirk brightened into a cheesy grin as he declared, “It was fun, but I want to save my mana for the champion. It’s time to end this.”<br/><br/>He held out his hand toward General Ralot. Chronus seemed to shine brighter, causing everything to glow around him with increased intensity. Everything was turning right and black smokey wisps started rise off his armor. The general gazed at his arms before he gasped with realization. A white orb, swirling with a power that sent a gust across the audience swirled on stage (Holyra). The orb soon extended skyward into a pillar that stretched toward the heavens, fading and leaving behind a scorched black spot.<br/><br/>The audience, the announcer, and the Caerdujan royals’ mouths hung open in shock. Sir Ingus smirked and rose to his feet. “You seemed like a cool guy, but I don’t know why you were a general,” he said nonchalantly.<br/><br/><em>Arrogant and foolish boy…</em><br/><br/>Sir Ingus stiffened at the voice behind him before he whirled with his sword. The general’s hand was spread in his face and a blackness filled the onion knight’s eyes (Dark). Sir Ingus’s eyes had turned completely black as he swung at nothing. “How did you escape?” he shouted.<br/><br/>“Is that how you’ve won your duels?” General Ralot asked, his voice resonating from his helm. “That was basic fundamentals I used (Teleport).”<br/><br/>The general walked a circle around the onion knight with his hand still outstretched. The onion knight’s body became wispy and the colorful wisps traveled toward the general’s fingertips (Drain). Sir Ingus felt a wave of weakness that near sent him to his knees. He brought the end of his sword down against the stage and used it as a cane to hold himself up as he grinned cockily and declared, “Don’t go feeling safe. This isn’t over!”<br/><br/>“But it is,” the general replied. His body began to fade from existence as burning and smoking meteor descended from the sky toward the arena (Meteor).<br/><br/>Sir Ingus could hear the roar of the meteor and nervously crossed his arms before his face in defense (Guard). Before the meteor made impact, the world froze. The arachnid princess climbed over the balcony and descended to the ground on a white thread from her spinnerets. Swiftly, her eight legs carried her across the stage to the blinded and bracing onion knight. As she passed beneath the frozen meteor, she gave it a smirk before she wrapped the onion knight in her arms and drew him close against her bosom. The princess made a hasty retreat, fleeing up the stands and over the wall out of the arena with her prize. When time resumed, the meteor slammed into the stage, causing the entire stadium to quake. The spell barriers flickered as they fought to contain the destructive magic that blossomed and surged, filling the entire battleground with fire and radiation. In order for anyone to see the result of the attack, support mages were summoned to use wind magic to blow all the black smoke away.<br/><br/>The arena had been reduced to a glowing, hissing and popping crater. The onion knight was nowhere to be seen and many assumed he had been incinerated in the attack. General Ralot stood in the center of the crater, searching for any remains of his opponent to confirm the kill. Dragons soon joined him, dropping like vultures from the sky. The crawled along the sloping walls, sniffing and clawing at the charred terre.<br/><br/>One of the dragons squawked and screamed angrily to find no food. It set its serpentine sights on General Ralot and barreled toward him with flames licking from its mouth. General Ralot gave one look at the creature before he snapped his fingers in its face (Confuse).<br/><br/>The dragon’s head reared back as though it had run into an invisible wall. It tossed its head about, sending ropes of drool in all directions before it laid eyes on another dragon that had been charging toward Ralot. The dragon lunged at its kin, snagging its neck between its jaws and wringed it about. General Ralot calmly turned and walked out of the crater as the two dragons fought to the death behind him.<br/><br/>“What? What even happened folks? It appears the Onion Knight was completely annihilated by General Ralot’s attack! What an outstanding opening for this year’s tournament! Foreigners beware. I hope you see what you’ve signed up for, ha, ha!” the announcer exclaimed.<br/><br/>Caerdujans in the crowd cheered and started singing praises to their commander as he left the arena. Geomancers were called in to return the battleground back to its original state. Foreign competitors frightened by the show of magical might began to flee and withdraw from the arena. They were halted by the Caerdujan guards who didn’t want the visitors running away through the town. Those who fought to be free were wrestled to the ground and detained.<br/><br/>“By the way, don’t go running folks. You can’t escape. Not until the tournament is over. If you wish to withdraw your entry, then head over to registration and do so. By the end of the night, we will gather all the forfeiters and have a proper escort prepared to send them on their way,” the announcer explained.<br/><br/>“Look at those fools running!” Prince Tharn joyfully laughed. He rocked back into his throne in an amused fit and happened to glance over and see the empty throne next to him. He immediately stopped laughing and stared for a few seconds before he clapped his paw against his face. “She better not be bawling her eyes out over this…”</span><sup>1</sup><br/><hr/><sub>1 <strong>GM Note:</strong> If you want to see what happened to the onion knight, vote in the OOC to request the scene.</sub><br/><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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Shiloh</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Once the arena was restored back to normal, the announcer returned to the center stage. “Now wasn’t that exciting? I doubt there will be any matches as good as that one, but let’s see if the foreigners can turn this tournament around! Up next we have an intelligent man. He doesn’t fight with a sword, gun, or shield—no! His weapon is science! Hailing from our local academy here is Professor Bart Lavoisier!”<br/><br/>The professor marched onto the stage, his vials and other bobbles clattering and creaking. Black, safety goggles hid his eyes, giving him the appearance of a mad scientist. His pointy, elf-like ears hinted at his fruit-changed inhumanity. He stopped in his distant position on stage, having no desire to meet face-to-face whoever his opponent was. By the end of this match, they would be lucky to have a face left.</span>