The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)
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				Title: <strong>The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 02:42:30</strong>
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				This thread is the Arena thread, <strong>EVERY FIGHT THAT IS SCHEDULED TO PERFORM MUST TAKE PLACE IN THIS THREAD </strong><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Intro</span></span></strong><br>The greatest warriors and fighters of all different backgrounds have finally gained a proving ground in which they can prove their might to the world. No longer will the winning side be able to claim superiority as warriors of all kingdoms and walks of life enter for a chance to be crowned the Champion of Champions. The matches range from anything go, where some are raped, some are tortured, some are simply beaten until they can no longer move, some matches are of chivalry and honor. Will it be the underdog, or the reining champion, only after the roar of the crowd subsides and one is standing victorious will anyone know what destinies lie in the Arena of Champions....
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 11:20:33</strong>
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				"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Welcome!!! To the arena!" The announcer yelled out, his voice booming threw out the entire arena. "Today, we got a very special show! A newcomer have challenged, one of the arenas finest! Who will win!? Will this be a tale, of the under dog, over coming the odds!? Lets find out!!!" The crowd went silent in suspense, of what fighter would compete today. The moment the music hits, the crowd went wild, for they knew it well. "Ladies and gentlemen! You all know her, you all love her! She is, the Night Queeen, Sinoraa!!!" Sinoraa spread her wings and flew out, circling above the crowd. They howled and cheered her on. Landing graciously in the middle of the arena. She spread her wings out wide, with a smile. She always loved the attention of her entrence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 11:45:18</strong>
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				The crowd quieted down a bit as the announcer spoke again to announce who her challenger would be. "Who would challenge this queen? who is the new comer that thinks he has a chance?" he yelled out his voice filling the arena as he spoke. "Some of you fear him, some of love him, others hate him, and some of you don't know who he is! Well ladies and Gentlemen by the end of today you will know him, he is on a winning streak and some of it might have gotten to his head to challenge the Night Queen!! But here he is welcome to the arena the Berserker Raygual Vanncrest!!!" he said as he let him enter. Some of the crowd of boo though that was only a couple of people, most people would cheer even if they didn't know who he was. He was new and as such he didn't have many fans yet, though he did have few. His welcoming was a lot less loud then Sinoraa's though that was what he had been expecting. He entered the arena walking in from one of the entrance and in a clock covering all but his head. He walked towards the center of the arena as he was about half way there he took off the clock in one motion revealing his body and the massive blade that was as big as he was. He took it off his back and held it into the sky before thrusting it into the ground, causing it to be driven in and cause a bit of cracking in the earth. He then left it there as he continued his walk towards Sinoraa and then offered his hand to shake hers as he respected her as an opponent. He always shakes the hand of the opponents he fights and leaves his weapon behind as a way of respecting them.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 12:05:49</strong>
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				Sinoraa smiled, as he approached her. "Entaka arel." She said, with a deep bow. Whatever it meant, he did not understand it. She offered him her clawed hand, because she'd watched enough of his fights to know his habit. She lowered her wings, not wanting to look threatening, at least not when he offered her a friendly gesture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 12:11:05</strong>
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				He didn't understand what she said, but he could ask her later, right now he needed to keep a level head. So when he reached her he was not smiling he had a more clam and collected look on his face. He offered his left hand as he never shook with his right hand he gave her hand a good shake as he did a little bow. He said nothing and unless she stopped him he would then head back to his sword and remove it from the ground and unwrap it to reveal the actual sword as he stood there waiting for the fight to start.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 12:31:17</strong>
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				As he turned his back, she reached her hand out, a long dark shape rose from her shadow. Grabbing onto the shape, the darkness vanished, and she was now holding a long black polearm. "Both fighters are ready! Is the crowd ready!?" The crowed roared. "Very well! 3,2,1!...FIGHT!!!" Sinoraa instantly flew high in the air, until she was right under the sun, blinding anyone who would try to look up at her. Readying her weapon, she dived down towards, Raygual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 12:47:22</strong>
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				As the fight began he saw the she immediately went into the air, well that was to be expected who would fight ground to ground when they could fly. He knew that this battle would be best to end quickly the longer it goes on the more likely he is to lose, unless he ran her out of steam which was unlikely. But he couldn't take more damage either he had to be smart about this he knew he really had a couple of options use his basic abilities or rely on careful use of his berserker forms. For now he had to defend this first strike to judge her true strength and to see the best plan. He thrust his sword back down into the ground as he then moved quickly picking it up with one of the rings used to support it when he carries it and lifting it up with that one hand. Since it was as tall as him and quite wide it was better then a tower shield as he held it aloft and would begin to brace for when she came down. He hide his right hand behind the blade and began to unseal his arm, but holding off as he setup up for a quick in and out of berserk form as he looked barely over his shield so he could judge the distance better, though it was still a bit hard to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 13:04:11</strong>
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				She lunched her weapon towards him, but this was merely a distraction. She pushed her wings together, minimizing the air resistance. She had to make this quick, she knew full well the devastating damage this man was capable of. Her weapon clashed against his, giving him the illusion she'd struck against him. Spinning around in mid air next to the massive weapon, she delivered a a kick with her clawed feet against him. Flexing her wings she flew back, gaining distance from him. Tough she didn't have the angle nor the wind to fly up in the air, she instead fell to the ground a couple of yards away, but at least he'd not given the chance to counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 13:22:27</strong>
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				He felt her weapon contact his though although she tried her best she had minimized her power by slowing down he knew something was off as he swept his sword up in a motion to disrupt the air around him much like a fan. He moved to grab it in his hand just in time for her to get to his side, the interesting thing about this is he would be smiling as she went t kick him. His left arm raised the sword into the sky as she would see his right arm more and begin to glow red. She had given him time to enter his second form, though just for a bit and he knew it he could already feel himself losing control of his higher thoughts and the plan. His right arm was still in front of him though it was moving to her as she kicked him, it made him cough and almost begin to stagger as he claw foot hit him. Though this was his chance and his best bet she was on the ground and just what he wanted. His smile widen as his right arm finished its movements before she had hit the ground. His aim wouldn't be the best after taking that hit, but at this range it didn't matter. He let out a yell of rage as fire erupted from his right arm and spread out quickly to burn anything within several yards of him. He set it on wide so that it would go in all directions sure this made it weaker, but a blow her could be the difference. His left hand held the sword aloft to try and reflect the sun to blind her though because of the blow it was off and wouldn't work that well. He then quickly withdrew his right hand as he lunged forward and swung is sword at her sweeping into the fire, trying to give her no time to react. He would also be reaching out with his right hand to grab her, if this didn't work he would have to quickly redo the seal otherwise this might be his lose. The force of the blade would be strong enough to clear the flames as he swung and got it ready to guard or attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 13:45:37</strong>
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				She clenched her teeth, as the fire hit her. It was to weak to cause any lasting damage, but it still burned. Without looking at him, she realized he'd try to keep her grounded. Clapping her hands together, a large cloud of pitch black mist rose from her shadow, quickly spreading around the two. Jumping to her feet she ran to the side, with his vision disabled and the crowd blocking out any sound she might make, he would have difficulty finding her, while she could sense him perfectly fine. Reaching out her hand, her polearm shaped itself out of the darkness. Armed again, she readied her weapon. Standing perfectly still, she sensed his movements.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 13:57:44</strong>
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				If the mist worked the same way fire did or other smokes did it might soon be cleared up. Raygual had readied his swing with the sword the smoke would distract him for a second as he pushed forward. He pressed his right hand against the blade transferring the fire along it. It would quickly go to the edge as he spun around using his own strength and the weight of the blade to spin faster. If she was anyway withing a few yards she would be at risk of getting hit by the blade, if she was farther she might get burned by the stronger fire winds that were created. This was designed to blow away the mist and locate her, he could feel his magic slipping as well as his control. When the mist cleared enough he spotted her and using the force of the whirlwind of fire he had created charged at her bringing down the sword at her. If he missed he would move into the next step letting go of the sword with his left hand and grabbing at her body with his right hoping to get a grip anywhere as he would then grab his sword again as he went past it to get ready for another strike.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 14:16:23</strong>
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				She felt relived as she saw the flames only a couple of feet from her. Luciky she'd moved as far as the mist would go, just in case he would have some way to detect her. It was to risky to take flight, as he charged at her. She jumped to the side as his sword struck down next to her, to her suprice, he grabbed onto her chest plate and held her in place. A small smirk spread across her face. "What a foolish thing to do..." She thought to herself. Her weapon was lighter then his, and she had it ready in her hand, while his was still in the ground. Thrusting her spear towards his shoulder, she let out out a cry. "Vae Victus!!!" There was no way for him to dodge at this range. He'd ether let her go from the pain, at which time she'd take flight. Were he to hold her firm she'd use her blood shower, on his wound, which would quickly drain him dry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 14:36:32</strong>
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				His smile widen as he found he and caught her "no escape now..." he though to himself as his smile got even wider. He was going to enjoy this as he squeezed down on her chest plate and on her holding her firmly in place. She was going to be in for a not so pleasant surprise as he gripped her, his grasp with his right hand strong enough to begin to crack her armor as his fingers would try to grab into her flesh. As soon as he could feel contact with her skin he knew this was going to be a battle of endurance, he would not let go unless his arm was cut and his grasp was that of that of a monster. His arm glowed red as he began to burn through his magic funneling into his fires as he opened up the fores of his rage. These fires were nothing like before they were direct and would fill her insides as he began to burn her in his fires. <br><br>Though at the same time that he did this he had been stabbed straight through the shoulder and was in pain as he yelled out in rage and in pain. He had this one chance if this didn't work he would most likely be done. She obviously had not watched enough of his fights to know that he can swing it quite fast, though her pole arm was faster. As he moved to swing his wound was made deeper but she was held and burning as his blade came down to her arm to cut it off severing it and making her release her weapon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 15:27:46</strong>
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				She howled out in pain, kicking and scratching at him wildly, to increase his bleeding. She was determined not to lose this fight. Her vampiric blood would keep her alive, even if she'd be burned down to the bone, she'd still survive. Tough, this did not change the fact that it hurt like hell, not to mention the progress it would take to regenerate. She twisted and turned in his grip, biting him whenever she got the chance, before being pushed back. The small amount of blood she gathered, boosted her regeneration, but the flames kept burring into her. By now she looked more as a demon, rather then her usual angelic form. Her skin was scourged, and her wings shun in fire, her lips had long sense burned off, showing her full long fangs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 15:42:31</strong>
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				He lift her into the air at this point he was edging closer and closer to the third form and to loosing control. Though the closer he got the stronger his flames become, the less he was bleeding and it would start to steam an heal a bit. He was smiling like a madman as he watched her burn in front of him, his hand digging deeper into her. He was taking all the hits in stride as he could feel the rage consuming him. If she had watched his fights she could tell he was getting close as the mark on his arm expanded and he began to look more demonic. His fires burning hotter as he lifted and crushed her he then raised his sword high above his head and thrust her down to the ground and drove the sword through her. Though this also made her spear dig further into him and opening a larger hole, when he finally dropped out he was going to be in one hell of a condition. He moved to try and get on top of her body to stop the her from flailing as he moved his right hand to hold down her head. He opened his mouth as he yelled out to fight back the rage he knew he was at his limit but she had to be getting close to as he was resisting the urge to try and bite her and just go nuts. His mouth got closer though he stopped himself out of range of her head as well. He was being scratched and opened up all this time and knew if this didn't work he would have to pull back.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 16:03:21</strong>
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				She snarled and bit at him wildly. She savored every last drop of blood she managed to get hold of. Looking like a burned ghoul, she kept scratching her claws into him, her strength only increasing as her hunger started to take over. She'd already lost control, his blood started to gush out at a increasing rate. All strategy seemed to fade, she saw no need in conserving her energy, she no longer cared about who won and who lost, as all she wanted now as to feed on him.
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 16:30:21</strong>
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				Two thoughts ran through his raged filled mind as he held her there. He had to exit soon otherwise he would end up like her and lose himself, though with that cam the problem of being sucked dry even if he did give up. Of course the other option was to go all out and go to the next form and try to hold on till she couldn't do anything. He was in pain and it hurt each scrape, but being killed by a vampire was not on his list of things to do today. He sighed on the inside as the world turned red to him, he willingly stepped beyond the wall and felt the fires of rage begin to burn at him. He let out a huge roar as he lost but all the tiny bit of himself in the rage. He looked more monstrous though still not completely demonic as he had not gone to the final form.<br><br>His wounds stopped bleeding and it was harder for her to force blood out of him as it seemed to just become solid in a way. she was still injuring him and hurting him but he didn't seem to care he just smiled like a beast that was enjoying the carnage. He picked her up this time sword through her and arm in her at her throat as he ran at a wall and impaled her into it as the sword was lodged in it. His fires would burn hotter as he fell further and further into his rage it was getting to be dangerous to him as well as the rage assaulted his very being and was starting to rip him apart not to mention the magic was tearing him apart. Some of the fires were beginning to burn him as he would rip at her biting her back as he went made ripping the spear out of his arm, causing more damage and impaling her head as so she couldn't bite. He had numerous wounds by this point.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 16:46:18</strong>
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				The crowd watched in horror, as, Sinoraa was tossed around like a ragdoll. The judge crossed his arms, wondering if he would call it off the fight. Sinoraa was incapable of giveing up in her state, and due to her "condition" she wouldn't be knocked out, nor would she die, easily.
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 16:52:11</strong>
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				Even with his powers he has a limit and he long since passed it as he stepped a way from her. He pulled out the sword and spear as he was trying to right himself but fail as he fell backwards. The fires now stopping and instead burning him as his injuries reopened and blood poured out from him as he feel to his knees. He was done as the weapons fell to his sides and he fell backwards laying on the ground bleeding out from all the injuries. Worst of all he had gone unconscious and couldn't speak and she was free to do whatever. He was feeling the fall back and was in such pain he couldn't even speak. His mind of ravaged as he tried to reseal his powers while it burned him. He had no choice but to burn his own fires away destroying them as he locked them for good.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:17:47</strong>
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				The judge looked over to the announcer with a nod. "There you have it fokes! Sinoraa faced the demon and prevailed!" The crowd cheered loudly. Sinoraa slowly got on her feet as five of her followers jumped into the ring, laying down a bowl of blood on the ground. She leaped forward and drank it all within moments. Color returned to her eyes, as her senses returned. She sighed heavily noticing her missing arm, not to mention the hole in her chest. "Fan, fucking tastic..." She muttered. "Are you alright, milady?" Asked one of the vampires. "Yeah, don't worry." She said. She wasn't playing tough or anything, as a vampire as long as she still lived, she could recover. "Get me tree acolytes, I'll need the blood." She said walking out of the arena. "Yes, milady!" The vampires said following closely behind her. The crowds cheer suddenly changed to booing, as Raygual was the only one left in the ring. Even tough he'd put up a good fight, they didn't fancy their heroes getting mercilessly beaten, specially not by demons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:23:38</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br>Anya hadn't watched much of the day's earlier fight.&nbsp; It was no doubt serious, brutal, probably kept the crowd on the edge of their seat, ect.&nbsp; This is where Anya came in.&nbsp; For the men at least, she was the relief.&nbsp; After having scene something so serious they would likely enjoy seeing her strut around and dance for them (while the women in the audience usually heckled her!)&nbsp; And it was just this heckling that had given rise to a new phenomena.&nbsp; The Arena manages, not wanting to lose their woman audience, decided to pull a fast one on Any recently...and quite frequently.&nbsp; They'd send her out, tell her to entertain the men...and then send out something for her to "Fight"...or more like "get ravished/destroyed/humiliated" by.&nbsp; The women of course loved this, to see this slutty bimbo that was enticing their men so much to get her retribution, and the men of course...liked it too!<br><br>Currently the platinum blonde strolled out into the arena dressed for a strip club more than a battle in her red, flowing, ruffled lingerie, her 7 1/2" platform pumps and her red feathered boa.&nbsp; First she strutted about the perimeter, enjoying the calls of the men and ignoring those of the women and relying on the security to intercept anything thrown at her!&nbsp; Then Anya strutted to the center of the arena and began to dance seductively to the music that was being pumped into the place.&nbsp; Her long, slender legs spread apart and bent at the knee as she began to sway her hips about, her hands rubbing her own breasts for a bit before combing though her platinum hair.&nbsp; She loved the sound of the crowd, half of them thinking this is the greatest thing ever and the other half...well, not so much!
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:42:59</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>In retrospect, Hettún should have realized that something was amiss the moment he was told to get drunk out of his mind before his scheduled battle.&nbsp; It had only taken one or two well publicized incidents before the Arena Managers realized how potentially catastrophic things could become if the oni was intoxicated during a fight.&nbsp; Though his spectacular entry into the games had been fueled by an alcohol-induced blood rage, audiences became considerably less enthusiastic when they accidentally became the targets of the so-called "God Killer's" mighty fists.&nbsp; To say nothing of the expensive damages to the stadium itself, it was generally agreed that the demon was to abstain from drinking if he was going to participate in an official match.&nbsp; Only on very rare occasions was this iron-clad rule lifted, typically when he was to be facing off against hordes of ravenous monstrosities dredged up from the dark corners of the world.&nbsp; So it was with a faintly buzzing head and high expectations that Hettún crashed through the massive steel doors and into the arena, bending them apart like so much tissue paper and tossing them into the far walls.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Hettún is here!&nbsp; Let the blood and screaming commence!"</span> he roared to the heavens, his bass voice causing the earth itself to tremble at his approach.&nbsp; The crowd immediately joined in on the revelry, screaming back at him and reaching a feverish pitch in mere seconds.&nbsp; Clearly his arrival was as much a surprise to them as to the lone scantily clad woman at the center of the stadium, though he could not have possibly realized why so many of them seemed on the verge of laughter.<br><br>Pumping one clenched fist high above his head the Oni marched slowly towards Anya, though he seemed completely unaware of her presence.&nbsp; Though he flashed a toothy grin towards his adoring public, his expression grew gradually more confused as he glanced searchingly about the field.&nbsp; By the time he had reached the tiny woman he had begun to scratch his head and make short grunts of discontentment, obviously unsure of what exactly he was supposed to be doing.&nbsp; After a moment he finally seemed to register Anya's presence, blinking down at her from above.<br><br>"What is prostitute doing in ring?" he asked bluntly, just loud enough for the first few rows of the crowd to burst into hysterics.&nbsp; <br><br>Hettún grasped Anya's shoulder between two fingers as gently as he could, pushing her aside momentarily to look behind her as though half expecting some horrible beast to lunge forward and fight him.&nbsp; Finding nothing he then lifted her completely off the ground, hunched over to stare at the dirt just beneath her dangling feet, then dropped her unceremoniously back to the ground.<br><br>"Little girl!" he roared again, jabbing a finger accusingly in her direction.&nbsp; "What did you do with opponent?&nbsp; Is not funny, yes?&nbsp; Show me where you are hiding him!"
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:48:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx148/inflatetress/23SaraJeanUnderwood.jpg)</div>Anya was positively scandalized by the appearance of this giant ogre during her time to be entertaining the crowd.&nbsp; And then for him to actually interrupt her dance!&nbsp; As she climbed back to her feet after her dropped her the blonde shooed the creature away with a dainty hand, "Get outta here ya idiot!&nbsp; I'm trying to do my job here...go....do....well whatever the hell it is you do,...scram!" she kicked some of the dusty ground in his direction and then once again looked to the crowd with a sultry smile and began to dance, hoping he'd go away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:08:02</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>For the longest time Hettún could only stare flabbergasted at the woman suggestively gyrating her hips at the very center of an Arena that had laid claim to hundreds of valiant warriors, hideous monsters, and foul demons.&nbsp; To one with a nose as sensitive as his, the air positively reeked with the blood of the dead.&nbsp; The cries of battle seemed to echo from every direction; memories of desperation, madness, exultation, and demise.&nbsp; It seemed laughable that such a soft looking creature as Anya would dare to use such a place as her personal stage.&nbsp; Every thrust of her curves, every breathless coo that left her glistening lips, and every heavy bounce of her voluptuous breasts seemed to insult and degrade the very sport that Hettún had dedicated his very being to.&nbsp; Compared to that, the personal slights against him meant absolutely nothing.&nbsp; Not to mention the anger that boiled in him as his body reacted exactly as the woman no doubt intended it to, the ceremonial blue cloth of his trousers growing increasingly tight as a massive bulge began to form. <br><br>Hettún snarled, spittle flying from his sharpened tusks as he swatted lightly at her side in irritation.&nbsp; Of course, a light tap from someone as large as he was in actuality not very light at all, and instead sent the poor girl sprawling back into the dirt.&nbsp; <br><br>"You mock Hettún?&nbsp; You mock this place?&nbsp; This is not a whorehouse, little girl!&nbsp; This is a place of gore and gristle, life and death!&nbsp; If you wish to stay here then you must fight, or you must fade to dust in a pool of your blood!" the Oni spat, stamping the ground and plucking Anya up by her shimmering hair.&nbsp; <br><br>Setting her painfully back on her feet he crossed his arms over his chest, looming over her until the sun itself was blotted out by his shadow.&nbsp; Hettún scowled gruesomely, his gaze piercing.&nbsp; "Decide.&nbsp; Will you fight, or will you die?&nbsp; Little girls that do not know their place do not belong here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:17:25</strong>
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				Once again Anya clambered to her feet,&nbsp; her large plump breasts bouncing still more as she sturdied herself.&nbsp; Who the hell did this thing think it was!?&nbsp; Pushing some platinum hair out of her fact she yelled "Will somebody get this thing outta here?!" she looked around at the entrances to the arena floor, knowing that some of the managers would be watching though the dark caged doors, though she couldn't see them.&nbsp; She turned back to the monster once more and shooed him again with her hands, this time though she began to take a few steps away from him nervously.&nbsp; Now he had actually threatened her!&nbsp; Then it hit her, "Wait a minute....not this again!" she looked back to where she knew the managers would be, "I thought you said no more of this!" she gestured to the demon creature.&nbsp; After a sigh of disgust she looked up at the creature.<br><br>Anya wasn't really a fighter and this was not what she was hired for!&nbsp; Still, as long as she got paid, she couldn't complain too much...as long as this creature didn't go too hard on her!&nbsp; "Fine idiot.&nbsp; I'll fight you...I think you're probably in for somewhat of a surprise anyway."&nbsp; With that she got into a similar dancing position that she was in when he first came out and began to dance seductively for the creature, hoping to keep him mesmerized for a bit while she prepared to unload some spells on him!<br><br>Of coruse, the biggest problem with Anya's "fighting" technique is that it relied on a number of pretty big "ifs".&nbsp; First of all, she was basically useless against females or monsters without any intelligence.&nbsp; Basically if something didn't find her interesting, she was screwed.&nbsp; That didn't appear to be too much of a problem in this case, she had given the creature's groin a quick check and could see she was getting though to him already!&nbsp; A good start.&nbsp; The other problem was that everything relied on her dancing as well.&nbsp; Which could be time consuming and meant that target had to be watching her as she danced, again usually not a problem but if something or someone that she was trying to fight summoned some will power they could usually overcome this too!&nbsp; She hoped this creature was as stupid as he really seemed, if so, she'd have no problems beating him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:38:55</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>Hettún did indeed stare a moment longer at the luscious seductress swaying too and fro in front of him, but only just long enough to smack his lips together as though a bad taste were souring his tongue.&nbsp; Though the state of his trousers made it exceptionally clear that her gorgeous body was having an effect on him, such was his annoyance that he seemed entirely unwilling to let it distract him.&nbsp; Grunting once, he casually reached out towards Anya, pressed his forefinger and thumb firmly together, and flicked her across the forehead.<br><br>Had he not restrained himself, this alone would have no doubt been enough to tear the girl's head from her shoulders and send it flying into the stands.&nbsp; As it was the sudden blow was enough to send her rolling backwards a good twenty to thirty feet, kicking up a large trail of dust and dirt as she went and ripping numerous holes in her flimsy lingerie.&nbsp; He took his time following after her, allowing her the chance to get her vision to stop spinning before kneeling down on his haunches and plucking insultingly at the frills of her outfit with his intimidating talons.<br><br>"Is just silly!&nbsp; This isn't dance party, little girl!&nbsp; Is not bedroom either.&nbsp; Is funny joke, but I am not laughing," Hettún said in a dangerous tone, glaring darkly at her and prodding her back and forth like some common rag doll.&nbsp; "This is not good.&nbsp; When I am drinking, I should be laughing.&nbsp; You're killing my mood, little girl.&nbsp; This makes me angry.&nbsp; I come here expecting fight, instead I get slut in clown shoes!" Hettún's lips pulled back over his jaws in a wolfish smirk.&nbsp; "So if you cannot fight, I make fun in other ways.&nbsp; Yes?&nbsp; Yes."<br><br>Hettún carefully grasped Anya's legs together and tugged her along with him as he got back to his feet, suspending her upside down in the air and shaking her violently about until the frilly red robes covering her undergarments came undone and fluttered to the dirt.&nbsp; The Oni licked his lips and laugh raucously, raising the girl high into the air for the ecstatic audience to laugh and jeer lustfully at.&nbsp; The disappointment in his chest would not quite fade away, but if he was not to have a fight then he would at least attempt to have a good time of it all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:47:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx148/inflatetress/23SaraJeanUnderwood.jpg)</div>Just as Anya was sure her dancing would work she found herself being launched backwards painfully and as she tried to stand up from that she quickly found herself suspended upside down!&nbsp; Her platinum hair feel down towards the dusty ground and shimmered as he shook her robe off, which along with her babydoll was also hanging down, covering her face (even though it was largely see-thru).&nbsp; Before long the frilly robe was on the ground beneath her and only the babydoll remained on along with her frilly red thong, her stockings and her shoes.&nbsp; Then she was lifted up high and put on display practically before the entire crowd...this was so humiliating!<br><br>And the crowd of course loved this.&nbsp; Those jerks...first they all practically bust in their own pants as she dances for them and now that she's being violently attacked by a monster they laugh at her!&nbsp; The women especially were probably getting a kick out of this but the men had NO excuse to be enjoying such a show!&nbsp; Didn't they realize that she could be killed by this monster!&nbsp; Then they'd feel bad for laughing at her that was for sure!<br><br>But currently Anya had more pressing matters to concern herself with it seemed, "EEEEEEEEECK! LET ME DOWN!" held above him, Anya squirmed and wiggled, hoping to break free from his grasp somehow and try another dance out on him...his interest seemed only mild though...the blonde bimbo was starting to suspect she might be in trouble...and this time...real trouble!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:54:21</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>Hettún laughed again, a great mirthful noise that shook through his entire body.&nbsp; "Such squealing!&nbsp; Where is that fire now, little girl?&nbsp; No more kicking dust at me or calling names?&nbsp; All words and no skill.&nbsp; You are a disgrace!&nbsp; Hettún has fought many a woman that could earn his respect, but you?&nbsp; Hah!" he shouted, lifting her up again and hooking his finger under the woman's thong.&nbsp; "At least you please Hettún's eyes.&nbsp; If we were relaxing, I would give little girl the honor of being taken by me!&nbsp; But we are not relaxing, and little girl needs to understand what happens to those who dare to enter this hallowed ground."<br><br>The Oni punctuated the grave statement by pressing his knuckle tightly against Anya's rear, kneading his sausage-like finger lewdly against her sex and ass without even the slightest hint of shame.&nbsp; The men of the crowd were already becoming heated and pushing forward to the edges of their seats, while the women either averted their eyes or stared with morbid fascination.&nbsp; After a moment of watching her squirm he tore the thong from her entirely, raising it briefly to his nostrils to inhale her scent before flicking it into the dirt.&nbsp; Scarcely would she even have time to realize what had happened before he dug his nails into her babydoll and wrenched it painfully from her body as well, leaving the blonde bombshell in nothing but stockings and shoes.&nbsp; Hettún made a gluttonous noise from the back of his throat, jerking her up like a piece of meat until he could look her right in the eyes.<br><br>"This is what you want, yes?&nbsp; Admit this to Hettún.&nbsp; You have nothing but looks and dancing, but you do not want to appear shameful by joining with prostitutes.&nbsp; So you come to Arena because you want attention.&nbsp; You want respect.&nbsp; You want all the men to stare and all the women to sneer with jealousy at you.&nbsp; Little Girl wants to feel important.&nbsp; You can strut about here and not be just a whore, but a 'fighter' with fan club and admirers.&nbsp; So Hettún give you what you want!" he snapped, leering cruelly at her.&nbsp; <br><br>With agonizing slowness he wrested the woman's legs apart, splaying her wide for all the audience to gawk at.&nbsp; Though she surely struggled in his grasp, there was no way for such a small human woman to put up much of a fight against such overwhelming strength.&nbsp; Still, he allowed her the illusion of power, delighting in the way her legs kicked about and her delicious body worked up a nice sweaty sheen.&nbsp; Hettún licked hard at Anya's cheek until her face seemed to contort, then slid his long black tongue down over her neck, between her swaying breasts, over the soft curve of her navel, and finally came to a halt over her sensitive nub.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughing gluttonously he would toss her to the ground, nudging at her body until her firm rump was presented high in the air.&nbsp; Grabbing a fistful of her platinum hair to keep her in place, Hettún worked his big toe at the puckered opening of her ass and pressed firmly until he entered her, the force of the sudden kick causing her to become embedded in the dirt.&nbsp; His fanged grin widened all the more to watch her struggles as he worked his toe about inside her, relishing the vile crudeness of the act.&nbsp; He could practically feel Dust's burning glare from somewhere in the crowd, but for the time being the demon was content to ignore it.&nbsp; He could not allow Anya to go unpunished for daring to parade herself around his home in such a state.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 00:28:56</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Sinoraa versus Raygual</span></strong><br><br>Raygual couldn't do much as he had lost consciousness and couldn't move or react. He just laid there bleeding out while most of the crowd booed, though not everyone has he did have the very rare fans that liked him no matter what, but they just remained silent amongst the booing. The staff of the arena finally came in after leaving him there for a bit to carry him off. He was banged up and cut badly to the point if he had been just a normal human he would have been dead, the only thing saving him was the fact he was half demon. He was then taken to the infirmary to rest and recover, though this is generally how most of his battles eneded with him near death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 05:20:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hettún versus Anya</strong></span><br>As the giant toe broke the seal of her sphincter, the blonde's eyes almost popped out of her head.&nbsp; "Ughh, HEY!&nbsp; EEEEEEEEEEECK!" Who was this guy!&nbsp; What did he think he was doing!?&nbsp; She hardly had time to ponder when she was shoved even deeper into the ground, almost choking on a mouthful of dirt!&nbsp; 'UGHHH!&nbsp; HEY!&nbsp; GET OUTTA HERE! HELP!<br><br>The creature was handling Anya like she really was a piece of meat being tossed upon a butcher's block.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she was going to make it though this or not!&nbsp; This time the Arena Managers had gone too far!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 17:02:48</strong>
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				[size=14]<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Leon Skies vs Rei</strong></span>[/size]<br><br>The next match that was getting ready to happen was one getting a good deal of hype around town, could Leon's recent momentum be stopped by the woman whom he elected to challenge. It wasn't anything dramatic or not, Leon simply picked a name from a list to fight and it happened to be Rei. Still there was a eager anticipation in the air as he paused waiting to be announced. "And now ladies and gentleman, fresh off a thirty win streak, one of our more exciting young warriors, I give you the Leon "The White Rose" Skies, his name was boomed out to a large display on the crowd. As he entered he'd do his usual entrance with a big of white rose petals he'd use his wind to scatter them amongst the crowd for anyone to grab that they wished, each petal he always saw fit to write his autograph on. He'd pause looking to the crowd and waving before his hand would move to his sword hilt and he'd wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 20:06:40</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>Even with the faint throbbing of intoxication muddling his brain--or perhaps <em>because</em> of it--Hettún could not bring himself to remain patient for even a few seconds at a time.&nbsp; It was as though a caged animal were struggling inside his skull and in his heart, desperate for battle but without an outlet for its unbridled aggression.&nbsp; The Oni had not been able to fight a worthy adversary in months, and this blonde bitch only served to remind him of that fact.&nbsp; Deep down he knew that it wasn't <em>her</em> fault.&nbsp; Of course it wasn't.&nbsp; It was the Management of the Arena, cretinous gluttons that knew nothing about honour or the thrill of battle.&nbsp; They cared only for money, and sex sold just as well as spilled blood.&nbsp; This match was more than just a seat-filler, it was a personal insult.&nbsp; They may as well have pissed in his ale, the rotten bastards.<br><br>"This is what it has come to?" Hettún muttered, his face going blank even as Anya struggled beneath him.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling his toe out of her he nudged the girl onto her backside, keeping her in place with the heel of his foot.&nbsp; Hettún's eyes closed as he exhaled, a long sigh that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.&nbsp; He slackened, as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and a tired smile slowly spread across his face.&nbsp; The Oni blinked like one awakening from a dream, and when he looked upon Anya again it was with unconcealed pity.<br><br>"There is no choice, little girl,"<br>&nbsp;he began, each word pronounced laboriously and purposefully. &nbsp;"Hettún has been given a role, as have you.&nbsp; They call me God Killer.&nbsp; I am hero to some.&nbsp; People cheer Hettún's name, and say he is the best.&nbsp; But Hettún will always be a monster to them.&nbsp; A beast that fights for their amusement.&nbsp; Is how things are.&nbsp; Hettún cannot change them.&nbsp; But Hettún can <em>fight</em> them," he said, the flames of passion stirring in his voice.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"This ends now!"</span> Hettún bellowed towards the sky, glaring towards the audience as though finally seeing them for the first time.&nbsp; "No more!&nbsp; Hettún denies this!&nbsp; There is no honour here!&nbsp; No victory!&nbsp; Only pain and lust and shallow pleasure!&nbsp; If you come to Arena, you come for Death and Blood and Battle!&nbsp; You call Hettún monster?&nbsp; Then Hettún will become your monster, if that is what it takes!"<br><br>With that solemn proclamation he curled his mighty hand about Anya's torso, tightly binding her arms to her sides and lifting her effortlessly overhead.&nbsp; He locked eyes with her only for a moment, and in it all the regret for what he was about to do was spoken without so much as a single word.&nbsp; Looking briefly for Dust in the stands, Hettún found nothing.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Better that she not witness such a horror as this.&nbsp; Better that she not witness him become exactly what others feared him to be.&nbsp; Though the bile rose in his throat, he swallowed it down and prepared for what was to come.<br><br>The tension in the air was almost palpable as a sickening crack echoed through the stadium, the Oni's massive jaw unhinging like that of some horrific snake, his toothy maw tripling in size and yawning before Anya's head like a cavern.&nbsp; It was a well known fact that an Oni could swallow a small cow whole if sufficiently hungry, but the legends rarely had them devouring prey so tame as that.&nbsp; Hettún averted his eyes as he lowered the writhing woman past the rows of jagged teeth, pushing her skull against the moist opening of his throat.&nbsp; From there muscle action took care of the rest, as inch after naked inch was passed slowly down towards his gullet.&nbsp; Though tears streamed from his eyes and dried as quickly as they formed, he did not falter in this grim task.&nbsp; The horrified stares burning into him only drove him onwards.&nbsp; It was necessary.&nbsp; Let them see what their callous desires had wrought with eyes wide open.&nbsp; Let them see their sin for what it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 20:21:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx148/inflatetress/23SaraJeanUnderwood.jpg)</div>Screaming and kicking her legs the entire time, Anya looked down into the creature's giant maw with terror.&nbsp; But it was too fast, before long she was being swallowed alive by the horrific monster that had ruined her show!&nbsp; Is this what the Arena Managers had wanted all along!?&nbsp; She heard them mentioning that her number and ratings were down and that they'd have to "step it up"...but is <em>this</em> what they meant!&nbsp; All of this flashed though the bimbos brain rather quickly of course, her main concern was the fact that she was being eaten!&nbsp; Her legs and feet kicked about and flailed as she screamed into the creature's insides, slowly her stocking- clad legs and platform shoe clad feet disappeared into the creature.<br><br>Inside of the giant red-skinned ogre Anya has little room to breath or move but she feels herself pushed along down into a cavernous stomach, where she becomes trapped unable to move at all, she screams and tries to squirm about, but with not luck...this didn't look good!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 20:44:39</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br>It was a rare person that had ever actually survived once being eaten by an Oni (then again, it was a rare sort of person that survive being eaten at all!), and the scant records of those who have are understandably unpleasant.&nbsp; The Oni were demons of Rage and War, and as such were about as hotblooded as a creature could possibly be.&nbsp; It is said that the blood of an Oni possesses the ability to eat through unprotected flesh and bone like acid, and that their insides are literally molten from the heat of their own uncontrollable wrath.&nbsp; Though dramatically put, it is a fact that the interior of such a demon is hot enough to bring water to boiling points in mere minutes, and that prey wishing to survive must somehow cut their way out quickly if they are to have any hopes at survival.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Anya, a mere human girl with nothing but steadily dissolving stockings and platform shoes was no much for the thick, pulsating walls of flesh pressing in on her from all sides.<br><br>Her body would scarcely have room to move by the time it reached Hettún's stomach, which was still bubbling with a gallon or so of superheated whiskey.&nbsp; Perhaps that was a blessing in and of itself, for the fumes alone would surely have been enough to dull her consciousness from the pain.&nbsp; Her stockings would be the first things to go, the flimsy fabric eaten away to nothing in the first few seconds.&nbsp; It would not be very long for the rest of her to follow, though the body would surely be cooked long before it was actually digested.&nbsp; <br><br>But such gruesome details are best left unsaid, and Hettún winced as the feeling of beating fists and legs inside him became gradually weaker, and weaker...until they stopped entirely.&nbsp; The woman's taste was still in his mouth, but it was a bitter one indeed.&nbsp; Sickened at the sight of his protruding stomach, the Oni gave one last challenging look at the audience, drinking in their pale faces before walking solemnly back towards the open gates.&nbsp; The guards flinched away at his approach, and one refined and utterly infuriated looking man that Hettún took for a member of the management fixed him with a hateful glare.&nbsp; The Oni leered at him, taking no small joy in the puny man's fear.&nbsp; Clearly they had not expected him to perform such a vile act for all to see.&nbsp; Many a man and woman that had expected a pleasure show would be demanding a refund soon enough.&nbsp; Whatever popularity he had once had would no doubt diminish, if not vanish entirely.&nbsp; He would be on the Arena's shitlist, of there there was no doubt.&nbsp; They'd want him dead for pulling such a stunt, as would many of his fellow gladiators.&nbsp; But rather than dishearten him, the thought only made his face twist into a wide and bestial grin.<br><br>There would be many good fights to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 07:53:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Leon Skies vs Rei</strong></span><br><br>The crowd would still be cheering for Leon as the announcer began to speak again. "And for his challenger she is a woman must of you know, She comes from a different place, the exotic beauty that we call the Dark Beauty, Rei of the Void!!!" The announcer yelled out into the screaming audience. She entered wearing a black skirt that was long yet seemed to allow for movement as well, she also wore a nice long black blouse, and her her was down. She would give light waves to the audience and smile at them as she slowly walked in and still remained near the outer rim of the arena looking it over for some of the cover that might be in the field when she fights. She was already holding the sniper rifle in her right hand though the barrel was pointing up, she also had two pistols on her sides, and was giving off a bit of dark mist like substance that followed her for now to show off the Void. after surveying the area she looked towards Leon smiled at him and waited for the match to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 16:38:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Leon vs Rei</span></strong></span><br><br>Leon would offer only the lightest of smiles in response to her, bright blue eyes darkening a bit as he got focused. He hadn't fought a pure gun fighter before but, he also felt very confident it'd be easier then it seemed like it'd be. He had a few ideas on how to go about the battle, the first and foremost thing was to remain relaxed. He'd take his stance positioning his feet evenly with each other building energy into his feet right away to start the battle. The quicker he could end it was better he was guessing, it took alot less effort to pull a trigger then it did to jump around with blades. If she waited for him to make the first move he'd pause for only six of his twelve seconds before pushing himself forward. A complete blur of his form flashing at her, for most people the fight ended right there but perhaps she was quick enough to avoid the non-fatal finisher. How would she handle his Flash Strike technique?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 01:51:44</strong>
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				Rei had fought a couple of people who used swords and generally came out on top, though that was not always the case, and she knew she had to be fast and make a move and not let him get close. As soon as the match started she would hold the rifle in her right hand as she took out the pistol with her left and would chant for less then a second. The gun would glow a bit as she then pointed it at her chest and shot three times into her. She had shot herself with augmenting bullets to heighten her reflexes, to heighten her senses, and increase her speed, though most where minor she took extra time and magic on the speed. She knew he was fast and had wind on his side and was not going to take that chance. If she had even 1 or 2 seconds longer then the 6 seconds he gave her to start she would take aim at him with the sniper rifle and chant again unleashing 2 shots from the barrel one at his feet and the other at his head. Though these were not any normal shots and if he thought she fired just rubber bullets he was about to be very mistaken. The bottom one was an ice shot then on impact explodes and freezes some of the ground in front and behind it, so that if he did charge he might slip. The one going for the head was a fire shot that would burst into flames upon impact and burn or blind him, both were weaker to mid range power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 17:53:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Leon vs Rei~</strong></span></span><br><br>Leon didn’t waste anymore then the six senses he had initially intended to let. Most people underestimated just how fast this technique was, though in a heightened speed she might see him coming at her, he was moving at speeds that the rest of the crowd could scarcely recognize. There would be a ring of steel as his sword left his sheath and within the second he was moving past slashing down her front before he moved past his sword full extended as there would be a stillness. It was possible she dodge or blocked, if her rifle was made of sturdy material she it might even be in full contact. Of course all of this happened on the sixth second, and as far as the crowd was aware in the next second he was behind her. But what damage had been done if any?<br><br>(sorry I had intended to be on last night but I had to move dorm rooms and that took up my entire evening) <br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Risir vs ?????</strong></span></span><br><br>Risir Balthier when it was his turn to enter the arena Risir Balthier would make a slow steady entrance before turning to the crowd&nbsp; and giving a light grin. "As it turns out my last opponent got cold feet and ran out on me," he called out the crowd. "You heroes are simply cowards and it's finally dawned upon them the difference between me and the rest of you," he said his hand gesturing in the air. "Even your champion must hide behind rules to fight me," he continued red eyes scanning the crowd before he'd fold is arm and turn to the opposite entrance. "I have no intention of wasting my time today, so if there are any fools itching to bleed come on out," he called. "Risir Balthier issue's a open challenge for any warrior thinking they can withstand the might of a immortal," he called waiting to see if someone would indeed come out to accept his challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 03:25:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Leon vs Rei~</strong></span></span><br><br>Rei had finished her three augment shots and have boosted herself and was getting ready to fire as she then noticed his stance. She saw him get ready as he began to rush at her, luckily the increased reflexes and senses help though still it was hard to see the blur that was coming at her. They took sometime to take effect though she was still fast enough to push off and jump to the side, though she slide onto the ground and flipped around to land on her feet away from him. Her gun would tap his sword and her gun would hold fast as it was as hard as armor and very tough. Her gun would have some of the finish nicked off though it would otherwise would be fine. It was hard to dodge it all though luck was on her side this once with no real damage as she was now crouched down and aim at him with the sniper rifle, She fired off the shots she had meant to shoot off before the fire and ice shots, and at the smae time getting up to begin to move so as not to give a fixed target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 17:34:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">~Leon vs Rei~</span></strong></span><br><br>Leon would find himself turning at the sound of gunfire and would move as quick as he could missing one shot and taking the other to the shoulder. He'd himself turning from the impact harshly before turning to see what it was she was getting ready to do next. He'd move to try and cut her off and the second she gave a indication she was getting ready to shoot Leon would make a slash with his blade using it as a kind of fan to help channel his wind bending and would have it tear across the arena causing the sand and various small rocks formed to fly up at her. This had two advantages if everything went perfectly, the first was sand would blind her eyes for a moment making her loose a great deal of accuracy and stagger her, the second was if he got very, very, very lucky, a rock might clog the barrel of her rifle making the weapon useless as well. Regardless as he did that he'd move to flank her from the right and attempt to land a hard knee into her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:02:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Leon vs Rei~</strong></span></span><br><br>She was running as fast as she could when she pivoted to shot when she noticed the huge wave of air, dust, and rocks. She knew it could get back and pointed her rifle and hoped she could get off a shot as she created a bullet, this time a low power wind mixed with a small explosive as she fired it at eh ground in front of her from her rifle. This was when to create a smoke screen as rocks, and dust rose into a cloud around her as the gust and other blast ran into it. She was hoping he didn't see anything as it would be very hand to make out anything but shadows. She would then go for a nice short walk in the Void as she opened it up and stepped int leave behind a copy of herself so that he would be fouled. Though she got nicked by a couple of the rocks and some dinged off her rifle, not jamming it though. A bit a dust did in her eyes but not enough to do a lot of damage, so she got some cuts as she walked. <br><br>Her copy would look like it was about to fire when it got hit and look a bit blinded by the hit from the gust. She would appear on the other side of the arena looking at the cloud and where Leon would be as she this time created a double bullet of strong fire and earth called the - Magma Shot -. This would take some time, and quite a bit of magic though judging by his speed he would have a hard time getting over here, especially if he didn't know as it didn't make a sound to create it. Leon's knee would impact the copy and it would stagger and actually try to hit him with the rifle if he didn't dodge. Unless he cleared away the cloud it would remain for a bit as well as even if it did the copy was the exact same in every way to the originally even had a physical feel to it, though strength wise it was weak and its attack would not have power though that could be she is just weak. The copy was also doing its best to keep him from looking or seeing the original 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 04:09:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong></strong></span><div align="center">Raphael vs Risir</div>[/b][/size]Risir Balthier when it was his turn to enter the arena Risir Balthier would make a slow steady entrance before turning to the crowd&nbsp; and giving a light grin. "As it turns out my last opponent got cold feet and ran out on me," he called out the crowd. "You heroes are simply cowards and it's finally dawned upon them the difference between me and the rest of you," he said his hand gesturing in the air. "Even your champion must hide behind rules to fight me," he continued red eyes scanning the crowd before he'd fold is arm and turn to the opposite entrance. "I have no intention of wasting my time today, so if there are any fools itching to bleed come on out," he called. "Risir Balthier issue's a open challenge for any warrior thinking they can withstand the might of a immortal," he called waiting to see if someone would indeed come out to accept his challenge.<br><br>Raphael jumped down landing deftly on the dusty arena floor as frost spread out beneath his feet making a slick spot where he stood.&nbsp; “You of defiant tongue and boisterous deed, I will be your opponent then.&nbsp; I am Raphael of Siberia and we will see which of us is the stronger!”&nbsp; Raphael drew Glacial heart, his broad sword from it’s sheathe and waited for Risir to do the same.&nbsp; “I have never been one to strike a man who was not ready for battle.”&nbsp; He called to him as the chanted their names with boos and cheers; especially Raphael as the crowd wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about him.&nbsp; His purple eyes looked out at them for just a moment, one eye always focused on Risir incase he tried to attack him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 16:03:17</strong>
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				Leon had been about to follow up the attack when she put up the smokescreen which would have stopped everything. He didn’t expect the void walking or anything, it’s just who was stupid enough to move into a smoke screen? Running blind wasn’t exactly bright. Two can play at that game, and instead of letting himself be open while she hid her tricks he would draw his wind and start drawing the smoke to cover around him.&nbsp; Funneling it around, of course this meant he couldn’t see either, but any wind user worth their merit knew how to use their senses instead of their eyes and he would let wind spiral around the arena. He’d feel the presence of everyone in the stands but on the ground it was a lot easier to figure where anyone was. Was there two presences? Whatever the case Leon would draw his wind back into them, and as she took her shot, if she took her shot, he’d send two fire blasts at either her and her clone, or just her. Depending on whether she kept it or not.<br><br>Risir frowned as yet another man elected to have the need to prove themselves. Tilting his head he’d shrug, “wow another knight,” he said shaking his head. “Doesn’t your kind have preaching to do for the greater good of whatever nonsense you believe in,” he asked he’d place his hands on his hips. “What rules do you want to fight by,” he asked. Of course if they went by knight rules Risir was going to be disqualified but that wasn’t important right now. The real question was the warrior going to think twice before accepting a fight with him, Risir wasn’t exactly new, and furthermore all of his loses were direct results to disqualification. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 04:34:11</strong>
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				"So what, I'm no knight I just don't believe in striking a defenseless man.&nbsp; Besides, all I want to do is prove that my master's techniques are the best in the world."&nbsp; Raphael begin to press forward and shrugged.&nbsp; "How's about we go with a submission match."&nbsp; His blade was itching to tear into Risir's flesh; he had seen some of his fights and had witnessed his fighting style.&nbsp; It made him furious to watch the brute and even more so to see him win, time and time again.&nbsp; A glint in his eye formed as he channeled magic to his feet getting ready for his opening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Arena of Champions Battle Thread (could get very extreme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 07:17:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Leon vs Rei~</strong></span></span><br><br>Rei watched as the smoke screen moved and surround were she thought Leon was. She noticed that he had not yet moved and must be waiting on her as she finished making the magma shot now she didn't have a lot of time though in the time she did have she was thinking up a strategy. She did keep the clone as she kept the gun trained on him, though she was also making another bullet in her other guns, if she had the time, after all the longer he gave her the better it would be for her. She also knew that with this she might have time to pull it off and create a caster round, which she had slowly been doing. She would then unleash the magma shot aimed directly at the smoke screen after all with the spread of this it didn't matter if you hit or just got close. There would be a sense of something fired from both th clone and her.<br><br>The magma shot is a mix of earth and fire it explodes out of the barrel of the gun in a mix of molten rock and blazing fire. It acts more like a shotgun blast though it has the range of the arena it spreads out quickly though it is fast and deadly burning away almost anything it comes into contact with and when it does hit the ground it unleashes a little hail of burning rocks and ash. Though this is powerful due to its wide nature some of the fire blasts got through and burned her she winched a bit in pain though remained standing and aimed her pistol once again at her chest as she would then shot up into the sky on wings of the void. This was to one give a better view of the arena, two to have a better chance of dodging his attacks, and three to have the advantage of hieght on her side.
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