Golden Gate Empire [IC / No Longer Accepting / PG - 16]

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · June 28, 2015

So the old man was a servant. Camille smiled, that was something he could understand. Camille was quite often the servant, and he generally liked it that way. The forest was probably a much better master than some that Camille has had though...
The man told them what was needed for the cure. It was a bit of a hassle to do all that, risky as well, and Camille almost thought that it might be best to take his chances with the moths...
He thought over his options as quickly as he could. These tasks didn’t seem too bad on their own. Camille knew he wouldn’t be able to get close to those animals, but perhaps if they split the work and Nero took care of that it would be fine. And so Camille struck that issue out of his mind.
If they didn’t do this, and a moth got to either one of them, more people would die. That was not an option. It was startlingly easy to decide on the next course of action.
Camille accepted the job with a smile, thanking the wizard for the help, and the company, before bowing and leaving the tree.

"You know, Camille? Isn't that old man a bit too...suspicious?"

Camille gave it a little thought. “No, not exactly. I’m sure he wants something that he’s not saying. But, so does everyone.” Cam thought about his own desires. He was allowed into this tournament with his father’s influence. He was supposed to be fighting so that his father could use the prize money, but instead he wanted to use it to break free. Camille didn’t think it fair to judge the man for his own hidden agenda when Cam had his own. “As long as we get what we asked for, and he has no real reason to deny us it, then it should be fine.”

He agreed with Nero’s words that it didn't’ matter at this moment, and smiled in relief when the man decided to take upon himself the task of facing the leopards. A small part of him wanted to give the man a hug for unknowingly saving Camille from a terrible situation.
But Cam didn’t want to reveal his fear to someone who was still an enemy.
Instead he just nodded. “That makes sense. I suppose...good luck?” He ventured shyly. It felt weird wishing an enemy luck, but it felt even more weird to part without saying it.

Camille simply waved off any concern Nero had about being followed. It could be the smarter choice but Cam wasn’t about to do something so underhanded to win. He was not that desperate, if he was going to live through this he wanted to be able to live with himself afterwards.

Camille took off in the direction indicated. He wasn't sure how he was going to win over a Nymph but he just had to try his hardest.

Mr. Bonejangles day just kept getting worse and worse. Had he been a living creature with a will of its own he would be quite upset at this. As it stands he didn’t really have an opinion either way.
His leg was crushed, as was one shoulder, and there was cracks running down its entire body. The distance between him and his master, and his master being in a bad situation, didn’t help him fend off the powerful blows.
The thing before him was dangerous, however he had his orders. He was to kill that man, nothing more, nothing less.
And so he totally ignored the monster and threw his femur-club at the man with the guns.

Morgan, meanwhile, was grinning ear to ear. She could sense her Giant wasn’t faring well, but she could reform that once it broke. Though it would be a while. So even that didn’t dim her spirit. Not only was she free but she got to see a WONDERFUL being form before her very eyes. So this is what those cultists worshiped then? She could see why. It was brutal, powerful, commanding, and just plain wicked cool.
“Woooow, I didn’t expect to see something like you during this tournament. I’m the luckiest girl alive. Now...” Morgan adjusted her pose. She placed one hand on her hip, widened her stance, and raised the other hand above her head. “Show me what you’ve got big boy!” She shouted.

Above her head formed three flaming skulls, the size of a humans but, you know, on fire. They floated in the air a foot above her upwards pointing hand for several moments, and then she brought her hand down in a slashing motion.
The skulls zoomed forward, two of them circling around the creature and the middle one going straight for him. It would explode upon impact and Morgan knew it was one heck of a blast. The other two would follow suit just as soon as they reached their destination behind the whatever-the-f***.
Morgan was excited. She hadn’t thought she’d get to have this kind of fun this soon.

Hälō · June 29, 2015

Tyson Slayer, Lacusta Castle, 2F, West Wing

Tyson watched the vampire with a blank expression as it dashed around the area making a fool out of itself. Part of him considered blowing it’s head off while the beast had been distracted, but he ultimately decided that such an act would be unsportsmanlike…

“Seven times… You could have killed him seven times now.” His partners voice echoed within his mind.

Tyson chose to respond telepathically this time, holding his gaze on the vampire as it inquired about his smell. Did he really smell that different to a normal human to them? Or was he smelling Mephisto?

“I know what I’m doing… just don’t lose track of the others. “

“Two of presences I sensed seem to be in conflict with one another. That’s where we’ll likely find our target…”

“Great! So then W-“ Tyson stopped mid thought, as the vampire cocked it’s right hand backwards in preparation for a punch. Tyson couldn’t help but smirk; it was show time! Quickly scanning his target’s body, Tyson instantly noted it’s lethal looking tail… he’d have to be sure to avoid any of its counter attacks.

“Alright big guy, let's see what ya got!” The man shouted as he watched the creature’s fist draw near; waiting to the last possible second to pivot to the side with inhuman speed, and grab it’s forearm with his left hand, while simultaneously drawing his silver hunting knife with his right. Letting his instincts take over, Tyson used the momentum from it’s punch to yank the beast towards him, while also moving himself forward. “Fair warning though... I’m no amateur!” He burst into a flurry of movement, taking a large swipe at the creature’s wings, before leaping to the side in anticipation of an attack from the it's tail.

Mr. Hyde · June 29, 2015

Elspire Ferdinand

Elspire couldn't escape. He was completely surrounded by these pests in this cave. He was guessing that only more would take their place had he blew a whole in the wall. They kept him corralled in the middle of what seemed to be a ring of ghouls. They slammed their axes into the ground, clanging cold metal against cavern floor. Eventually, the clanking became synchronized, the ringing banged against his eardrum to the point of annoyance. At this point though, there was nothing he could do but sit and wait for whatever was to come his way.

The sights and sounds were unsettling, but the scent he had been chasing since the beginning of this round were getting ever so closer. The crowd of goblins from the North tore apart to let something else in. Something that towered over the other what he assumed to be were spectators at this point. It wore an armor that glowed more vividly than the average crystal hanging on the cave, and it's face was covered in a blue substance he could only think was war paint. It drug a gargantuan bloody axe in one hand and in the other was what smelled like his original goal in the next. Elspire's heart sank as he saw the object was in fact a Dragon, skinned alive and barely breathing. It was hastily thrown on the ground in front of him, as if to threaten the half-dragon himself.

"Ublik. Ublik. Ublik! Ublik! UBLIK! UBLIK!!"

The chants grew louder and louder, until a crash was heard beside him. The crash didn't even phase him, as he was still focused on the barely living dragon. His eyes grew more lizard like as his pupils sharpened. His teeth were gritted to the point of pain. Elspire had never met other dragons before, and this might've been his only chance to do so. He wanted to know more about his kind, and more about his mothers past, but that seemed like a far off dream by now. Rage took over his being. He felt his mother's soul try to comfort and warm him, as if she were whispering her own comforting words to him. Elspire refused to listen to it...he refused the circumstances that he had been thrown into. He refused to acknowledge his opponent. He refused the unfairness and cruelty of this world, where his race were hunted to the near point of extinction.

Static began to build on Elspire. It was as if an impermeable barrier of electricity had built up in an instant around the half-dragon.

"So....Ublik huh...." his tone was almost a growl "...I guess i can spare my time on a low life like you...." Elspire's dragon blood was boiling, and he made a stance with both arms crossed over each other in front of him. "DRAGON FORM!" A booming shout had erupted from his mouth, with almost enough force to throw most of the goblin's in the area off balance. A lightning bolt had pierced through the sealing and enveloped him. When it vanished, a new beast had taken the place of Elspire. It was a hulking monstrosity of a dragon.

Something hadn't gone right during his transformation, as this was not Elspire's true dragon form. His wings hadn't been fully fleshed out, and his upper body became massive. His arms became longer and bulkier as well. He couldn't think straight, all that was rattling his mind now were the thoughts of revenge and rage. He couldn't even muster up the intelligence to voice his anger, rather he let loose an incredibly terrifying roar. Although Elspire had gradually gained some height in his enraged form, the brutish ghoul still towered over him. That didn't matter to him now though. The thoughts of gutting the monster alive were all he needed to fight this so called Ublik.

He opened his mouth to start gaining electrical energy. As soon as he had stored enough, he unleashed the blast at Ublik. The size of the blast was larger than any other time Elspire had shot of a Roar of the Lightning Dragon.

VCR_CAT · June 29, 2015

Saul: Cavern of Sirens

BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKJJc2VFSic

Saul's blade, glowing an angry white-hot, sliced through each ghoul with incredible ease. Flesh burned and cauterized instantaneously as the blade passed through their torsos; the axes practically sublimating as the blade seared them in two; the heads clanging against the stone loudly. With one stroke, every Ghoul feel to the ground in two pieces; passed out in shock from the pain they had just experienced. They wouldn't die immediately; the wounds would not bleed out. Stepping over their bodies, Saul broke out in a full sprint in the direction that Elspire had gone, hurdling over rocks and tortoises. In the distance, a loud clanging reverberating off of the walls, followed by chanting.

Steadying his breathing, Saul rounded a corner and spotted a circle of ghouls surrounding a much larger one; facing down another dragon creature. With the ghouls surrounding it and seeing where it was in relation to where Saul's opponent had gone, that had to be Elspire. Too far away to even send a Pillar their way, Saul opted to observe from a distance. So, this boy was arrogant enough to show his full strength against one that wasn't even his true opponent. Foolish and headstrong. Saul crouched down, sword at the ready as he observed the battle. It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.

That's it, Saul thought to himself. Show me what you can do. Give this enemy your all.

Dirk Rider: Sahill Cathedral - B1

BGM: http://vhsglitch.bandcamp.com/track/church-arena

"SWEET MARY UP HIGH!" Dirk exclaimed loudly as he basically had to limbo so far backwards he had to break his fall with arms. The giant... thing... had tried to take his head off with a swing of claw, opting to hit the giant skeleton instead. Pushing off the ground and reaching a standing position, Dirk's light-sword dissipating with a bright flash. "Alright, so we take a different approach," Dirk muttered to himself as he re-drew Dust Rider and popped off a couple more shots at the Colossus thing. However, his pot-shots were cut short as Dirk was too late to spot the large femur sailing his way.

The femur nicked the ceiling; skipping into a rotation and impacting Dirk's full body like a giant skeleton kicking him. Clutching to the bone, Dirk felt the entire thing impact against the floor again as it skidded down the entire length of the hall way, leaving a wake of poofy dust clouds and rubble. Groaning, Dirk got off the giant femur and stumbled back into the center of the hallway. Streching his back and making sure his gun was still in hand, Dirk looked around each hallway. The giant zombie thing appeared to be occupied with the giant skeleton (funny how that worked out). That Morgan girl had already left for the next floor, but that staircase was now a hotspot for the action. Buuuttt there had to be another somewhere in this old dump. After all, fire-code right? Have to have a couple different ways to exist in case things go haywire.

"Exit stage left," Dirk muttered as he took off down another corner, in search of another staircase down.

Dad · July 2, 2015

Barren City of El Dorado [iGT 8:00 p.m.]

BGM: Vengeance

They had arrived in the dark of the night. The moon had already begun to rise, and the citizens of the city were scattered and in hiding. Basil had found himself alone, in the city's very center, with the sound of horse galloping drawing ever nearer. He could tell how far away they were, but having been frozen in fear he was unable to move. They drew closer, and Basil broke into a cold sweat as the horse galloping were drums to his ears. There were many, coming for him. Ten? Twenty? No. The number seemed to continue growing. It continued to bolster an approach that was both frightening and tactful. The Bandits were coming.

Their horses were . . . they were not horses. Not normal horses at least. These things could only be classified as monsters. They were enormous, bigger even than that of Shire horses. These beasts were 310 centimeters tall, and weighed a colossal ton. Their fur was black, mangled in blood and saliva and what could only be pieces of their victims. Their hoover were covered by a blanket of black fur, and their heads bared two frightening horns, 15 centimeters each. Their empty, soulless eyes seemed to suck the life out of everything they could see, even drying the ground as they galloped. Their entirely blood red skin was dry, cracked, and stained with blood, mud, and scarred by fire. These creatures. . . these warhorses, were nothing short of extraordinary. And the only thing more frightening, were the members of the E.D. Bandits that rode atop them.

Each one of them covered in a heavy iron armor, bearing guns of all kinds, seemed to bare down upon Basil at one time. Equally alarming, two of only three Bandits rode past Basil, stopping some fifty feet in front of him. The third enclosed around Basil, cutting off his escape route. Before him, two men sat atop their warhorses, one of them peering out of his shades rounded into the bandaged face of Basil. Nodding towards Basil, the second Bandit approached, examining Basil carefully with his silver eyes. Though he was blind, this Bandit, Marcos, could smell the danger emanating from Basil. His companion, Jank, could also sense how powerful Basil was. How shameful it was that someone of this boy's character would be given a deliverance from which he did not request. The third bandit, and leader of the E.D. Bandits, rode slowly up behind Basil, and stopped some fifty feet away.

"This one's blind," spoke the spiky haired Marcos. He scratched his stout beard, unsure of what to do with Basil, given his impairment. "He's still pretty scary lookin'," said Jank beside Marcos. Turning his bald head up, Jank looked to the third Bandit, nodding his head towards him. "Whatchu wanna do with him?" The last one remained silent for a moment. He was wearing a ragged green cloak, and steel armor plating just beneath it. He also wore solid black goggles, to protect from the desert sand. His arms were wrapped with bandages, and his fists were shielded by spiked brass knuckles. He had a full beard, much like Marcos'. His hair was combed up into a puff, and his scarred right eye spoke volumes. With a gas mask over his mouth, he appeared expressionless, even as his eyes hid behind his goggles. This was a man who had seen battle. A man who knew war. This was Howler. With a cold look in his blue eyes, he sighed, as we effortlessly trotted forward on his warhorse, Lionel. "You know our policies, Jank," he said slowly. Howler moved his green cloak to reveal a hefty looking weapon. It was rounded, with multiple barrels, but only one port for firing.

Rolling the barrels, Howler, strode past Basil, dropping a silver glimmer beside him. "Ride," he commanded. Basil observed carefully, listening for the slightest change in the environment, but he could not react in time. The glimmer was a metallic string. And with a pull, Howler had wrapped Basil's right leg, left arm, right arm, and left arm in four separate bands. The Bandits began to separate, going North, South, and East. The metallic strings which Howler had suddenly attached to Basil began to pull on the hero, severing his left arm, right arm, and right leg. The fourth strand was attached to something else entirely, but had something to do with Howler. Basil was dragged along now, only his left leg still attached to his body. His ribs had been shattered, and his spleen was beginning to fall from his side. The final string which Howler had attached to Basil was connected to his weapon. Inside, a grenade had been prepared, which Howler had already primed and modified. From a miniscule barrel on the underside of his grenade launcher, Howler fired, releasing a small missile. Projecting high into the air at an arch, the missile took off, taking Basil with it. Lionel stopped at the firing of the missile, rearing back as it observed the boy being dragged into the air at high speeds.

Upon reaching 1500 feet, the missile exploded with enough force to shatter what remained of Basil, and send his remains splattering to the ground in a hail of blood. Howler sighed, turning his back on the mess. He turned Lionel around, and they began to trot back inwards to El Dorado. "What a waste," he chimed, before disappearing into the shadows again. But Howler was not alone. Even as he separated from his comrades, Howler could feel those things coming for him. When they emerged from the blackness out of literally nowhere, Howler stopped, sighing again. "Needed elsewhere?" he mused aloud. They did not speak, but merely ushered him forward.

A rip opened before Howler, striking lightning down in the immediate area as it opened. Tearing forth a purple portal, space shred around Howler and the two monsters that had come to lure him to his next needed destination. "And what of El Dorado?" he asked as the portal closed. The creatures clicked their tongues, before speaking in English. "We will be rid of it. Soon."

Oxfield Scrapyard [iGT 7:00 p.m.]

"The time is now 7 o' clock, p.m." said a robotic voice. And with it, came a very loud, blaring alarm. "Attention. Attention. The time is now 7 o'clock p.m. At this time, all gates will be closing. Thank you for visiting, 'Oxfield Park'."

It was an outdated automated voice recording. This wasn't a park anymore. In fact, it was far from it. The Oxfield Park had become a death trap, and discarded metals soon began to stockpile here. Over the course of five years, it became Oxfield Scrapyard. And now, it was the host to an event that marveled millions around the planet. And roaring towards the park at speeds of 112 kilometers an hour, six vehicles were stuffed with what appeared to be maintenance men at first. They were wielding pipe wrenches, pieces of plumbing, nail guns, and the like. They stormed out of the vehicles, arriving just outside the train rail. They leaped in excitement at their playground, charging towards it. "Le's go boys! Lo's o' metal to a'stribute!" one of them cried out, exiting the driver's side of an armored jeep. Their howling and raving seemed to disturb even the complex of Oxfield Scrapyard, as a loud metallic whine screeched from the depths of the scrap piles.

"Oy! They're awake! Go round 'em up!" yelled another. "You ain't me boss!" retorted a third. "Shu' up! Both of ya! Boss is comin'. You're gonna get us killed. Friggin' jackasses," said the driver from before. One by one, Over twenty Metalheads scrambled from their vehicles, spreading out throughout the Scrapyard. Ten went North, towards the center of the yard. Five went east, and five went south. And now behind them, a red and black Kawasaki motorcycle pulled to the rear of the other vehicles. Riding it was a man dressed similarly to the other Metalheads, but his armor, instead of being yellow and steel, was red, with four half stripes across the left back side of his chest plate. His helmet visor had been blackened, and the skull and cross bones across the front of his chest suggested he led these men, these Metalheads, in whatever it was they were doing. He held his pants at the waist as he got up from his motorcycle, and approached the park. He was greeted ambitiously by three Metalheads, two of which took a knee, and a third which began to strip off his armor. The now bare-chested Metalhead clambered around this red-armor wearing man, going down on all fours and beginning to kiss the leader's dirty black boots. "Where'd ya need me today boss? Huh? Where? You name it!"

Without an immediate reply, he stretched out an arm, and back hand slapped the man groveling at his feet. "Go put on your chain, slave. And if you show up to me with out it again, I'll feed you to the Giants," he said in a sort of deep but scraggly voice. The bare-chested Metalhead whined as he ran off, still on all fours. The others remained kneeling, as their leader approached. "On your feet," he barked suddenly. They jumped at his command, standing at attention, slightly hunched over. "What's the status on my little project?" he asked stepping onto the Scrapyard at last. One of his men spoke up. "We're about seventy percent in Mr. Murdock sir. We uh, had a bit of a delay--wait!" he cried out as he was suddenly face to face with a crudely designed shotgun. They didn't have bullets, but scrap metal to the face could still kill. "What the hell do you mean, 'delay'? Huh!?"

"Well, sir, there were some complications getting the Giants to fit the core. We had to resize it!" he said suddenly starting to cry. "Please, please, don't kill me, pleaeaeaease!" he said in tears. Murdock lowered his weapon, and shoved the crying Metalhead backwards as he pressed on. "How long?" he asked to whichever of the two men could answer. "A-a-a-about th-th-th-three hours, b-b-b-boss. I'll ha-ha-have 'em speed it up, sir!"

"Tell them they have one. Or everybody aboard that funking thing is dead, and I'll get myself more engineers," he said throwing his weapon over his shoulder. One of the men caught it, questioning aloud, "Uh, sir?" "Use that. And if they question you, shoot 'em in the face. No questions!" he commanded. "Yes sir!" they said before scrambling to the West of the Complex. Meanwhile, another Metalhead came running up to Murdock, a panicked look on his face. "Uh, sir. Uh, it appears our canines have already eaten, sir."

"And? What's the problem, Theodore?" Murdock said now glaring through his black visor at Theo. "Well, sir. It wasn't by us. They were eating uh, what appears to be the remains of another homosapien. Likely of feminine origin. Upon examining the canine's oral cavities--"

"Spit it out, Theo! What are you saying!?"

"Well, Mr. Murdock. I think someone else is on the complex."

Murdock could only smile at this. "That's fine," he said looking carefully around his immediate area. The tracks weren't hot, so it was likely whoever was here hadn't found the train yet. Was it only one person who was here? Were there more, and one was just unlucky enough to be eaten by the dogs? "Spread out. And put the whole God damn Yard on alert. And let the dogs go. I want who ever's here found. And I want 'em now."

"Yes sir!" Theodore squeaked. He ran off behind Murdock, and not thirty seconds later, an alarm blared throughout the Scrapyard. It could be said that this was a war cry, as cheers and applause could suddenly be heard throughout the complex. "The hunt is on, ladies!" some chanted. "Early fa dinner!" some concurred. "I'm the conductor of the poop train!" yelled a more odd Metalhead. They had drawn the dogs out from their cages, and put the brutes on chains to obey their every whim. Murdock, who was just entering the control tower now, locked himself inside. Guarding the door were two iron giants, and a host of strategically placed Metalheads. As he reached the second floor, Murdock turned on the intercom system. "I dunno who you are," he said spitting into the microphone. "But we're coming for you. And you had better believe, trespassing is grounds for death!" With his declaration made, Murdock sat back in his large, comfy but extremely worn leather chair, and watched carefully through the glass of the Control Tower. Spotlights clunked, as they came to life, and began to carefully scan the area.

And, if it wasn't clear just yet, the sound of metal on metal cleared up any confusion, as a train barreled around the Oxfield Scrapyard. A lone Metalhead screamed with joy from the train's engine car. "We're going to Disneyland! Ahahahahaah!"

Lacusta Castle, East Wing, 2F [iGT 7:00 p.m.]

Kokoro bared her claws, as she leaped down on Adrianna. But her foe was ready for a counter attack at a moment's notice. Delivering a kick to Kokoro's stomach and sending her flipping backwards behind the vampire, Adrianna stood up and dusted herself off. Adrianna sighed, as she approached the half-breed who was getting to her feet, mumbling something about "hunger". Adrianna could sense the desperation in Kokoro. Since stepping into the castle, she probably was feeling a thirst like she had never felt before. Kokoro rolled over, her head against a stone wall, and faced her attacker. Adrianna smiled, knowing full well she had the upper hand. The hungrier the half-breed went, the weaker she got. Kokoro did her best to hurry to her feet, but she was kicked back down and tossed further into the castle by Adrianna. "You must really be feeling it now," the vampire taunted as she used the very minimal of her strength to beat Kokoro down. "I mean, how long has it been since you've fed? Twelve hours? Twenty-four?" Kokoro grabbed her stomach, sitting up straight at last. She spat blood from her mouth, and threw her head back in frustration, before glaring at Adrianna. "Twenty-eight. And what the hell do you mean, 'feeling it'? Did you drug me?"

Adrianna scoffed, leaning against the walls that trapped Kokoro. "Drug you? Sweetie, I'm a vampire. I could rip you in half. What reason what I have for poisoning you?" Adrianna folded her arms, and began filing her nails with the sharp end of her tail. "It's a curse. The old man put one on this place before he took his nap. And the longer you're here, the stronger it gets," she said nonchalantly.

Kokoro groaned, standing to her feet finally. "Guess I'll have to suck on you," she joked, disgusting herself slightly. She drew as much strength as she could, and lunged at Adrianna, but she was too slow for the vampire. Casually dodging away from Kokoro's attack, Adrianna watched the half-breed fall to the floor, face first again. "You're pathetic," she said angrily. "How dare you even call yourself a half-breed? There's no way you have even that much vampire in you. You might be strong but--what the--what are you doing?" Adrianna questioned as she watched Kokoro turn over. The girl was brandishing a black combat knife, covered in blood. "When did you--"

"When I jumped," Kokoro said licking the knife. "I didn't get a lot," she said standing up. "But--God, your blood is awful--but I did manage to slice the back of your leg when you went to dodge it. Heh." Kokoro, although disgusted, was admittedly feeling much better, even with the very small amount of blood she managed to steal from Adrianna. She was able to stand up straight again, and stretched just a bit to get the feeling back in her torso. "Now then," Kokoro said flipping the knife around. "Where were we?"

Adrianna couldn't help but look back at the small gash on the back of her leg, surprised the girl had managed to accomplish something so sneaky without her noticing. Wiping the blood from her leg, Adrianna licked her fingers. "Where were we?" she said, mocking Kokoro. "I was just about to kick your spine out of your back!" she said performing her disappearing act. Adrianna reappeared delivering a kick to Kokoro's back, followed by a tackle to the ground, where she raised her talons and prepared to lob off Kokoro's head. Her strike was parried by Kokoro's knife, and a tumble by the defending half-breed. Kokoro sent Adrianna flying into a wall, before she went to make her own pouncing maneuver on the tacky jabroni. However, as she went for the kill, Kokoro was met with another kick to the stomach, and a sharp claw to the face. Kokoro backed off, nearly losing her head in an instant. Wanting to make an advantage, she drew a pistol from her back pocket.

"Bullets? Really? How human of you," Adrianna said standing. "Might not kill ya, but it'll hurt like hell," Kokoro said cocking the hammer. She fired off three loud shots, unwillingly grabbing the attention of would be enemies. Her first two shots missed, as Adrianna managed to duck the first and swing past the second. The third bullet, however, struck Adrianna right in her left thigh, sending the vampire to the ground. "You jabroni!" Adrianna cried out as she fell. Grabbing her leg, she began to feel a searing burn in her thigh. "What--what is this!?" she squealed. "Silver bullets," Kokoro replied quickly. "That oughta slow you down for a little while so I can take your head off." Kokoro walked slowly up to Adrianna, assuming the reversed role she had just played. Adrianna tried to scramble backwards, but she was in too much pain to move quickly. Kokoro had finally gained ground, and she snatched Adrianna up by the throat. "I'm gonna kill you slow," Kokoro said whispering. "I'm gonna make sure I take every drop of that nasty blood of yours. And then I'm gonna send your husk to your old man. How's that sound?"

Adrianna didn't react harshly. Instead, she gave Kokoro a warning. "I wouldn't spill anymore blood if I was you," Adrianna said looking at the ground. Unwillingly, Kokoro looked down as well. The blood that had been drawn from the bullet wound in Adrianna's left thigh combined with the scar on the back of her right leg began to seep into the stone that they were standing atop of. "What the shi--"

"It's the Blood Well," Adrianna said with a grin. "And right now, my old man is getting a taste of my blood."

Kokoro stared blankly at Adrianna. "And? So he's gonna puke. So what? You're still gonna die here, and he's gonna have one less daughter to--"

"You don't get it, do you?" Adrianna said attempting to shove Kokoro away. Kokoro leaned in and pressed the gun to Adrianna's temple. "If you kill me now, you'll wake him up you idiot, He's been asleep for few thousand years. He's gonna be pretty damn cranky--"

"And so what? I'll take off your old man's head too. Then I'll carve out a funking family tree and stick each of your heads on a stake. I'll make you funkers remember me." Suddenly, Kokoro was on her back again, as she felt her gun being snatched out of her hand. The talons clawed her badly, causing Kokoro to grab at her hand as she looked around. "The sheet!?" Adrianna hadn't struck her. Someone else had. "You get your hands off of family, Miss," said another female voice. Kokoro sniffed the air, looking for another presence. Another vampire. She knew she had smelled more than one. This one, female as well, was quite different from her sister. Coming out of the shadows with her hands in the air, Arora tossed the pistol to the ground behind her. Looking Kokoro in the face, she said softly, "Easy. Easy!" she said noticing Kokoro inching for her knife. "You're out manned, and I'm just as fast as my sister. I saw the whole the fight. Before you can reach for that blade, I'll have it at your throat. And I don't wanna do that,"Arora said with a less condescending tone. "Arora, what are you doing!?" Adrianna said harshly. "She's the enemy! She's intruding on our property! She's a half-breed for God's sake! You should've just killed--"

"I'm not doing anything, Adri. I've only come to save your life."

"Save her life? You think you're gonna walk away from this?"

"Look, lady, I'm trying my hardest not to kill you. If you just leave the castle--"

"Can't do that. Got someone I came to kill."

"Well if it's one of us, there are two more, so you're out of luck. Just go home."

"Nah. It ain't a vampire. My target has a lot of value."

Adrianna looked to Arora, and Arora to Adrianna. "So there is another one." Arora flashed over to her sister, picking her up, and placing Adrianna's arm around her neck. "Hey!" Kokoro yelled. She dove for her gun, but Arora was already taking off. The vampire sprouted wings, and dove off of the second floor into the rafters of the first. Kokoro fired four more rounds, grazing Arora's left wing with one of them. "sheet!" Arora said fluttering heavily. But she was still gaining ground. It would take Kokoro some time to catch up. "Go to the chamber. The chamber!" Adrianna screeched. Arora nodded, flapping her wings hard as they scrambled for safety. "Get back here!" Kokoro called, chasing her extremely long distance cousins. There was a good chance others had heard the commotion. This meant that Brendan already knew what was happening. And just as he was reaching the West Wing of the first floor, he heard two separate cries. The first was the tumbling down of Adrianna and Arora. They had crossed the center wing and found the door to the Torture Chamber. The other . . .

"Brother!"

"Sabien!"

West Wing, 2F [iGT 7:33 p.m.]

Tyson's attack had found its mark, unintentionally. As he aimed for Sabien's wing, the vampire attempted to counter the strike by rolling forward into the attack and landing a strike in his foe's stomach. However, Sabien was fairly tall, and doing this only caused him to take a nearly lethal blow to the face. He was thrown backwards, far, and came crashing to a stop. As Sabien attempted to move, he found himself unable, looking down at his chest. Sabien had been thrown so far, that he when he crashed, he crashed into the javelin of a statue erected in his brother's honor. The statue depicted Brendan wielding a silver javelin in his right hand, and a longsword in the other. He was fending off a herd of humans who had come to assault him, and he was successful. How ironic it was that Sabien would die at the hands of his own flesh and blood. He couldn't help but laugh, as he stared down at what was causing his agony. The pure silver of his brother's javelin. "So soon," he said to himself, now looking up at his opponent. "Is this how you pictured it? BROTHER!?" he said crying out. "Brother!" Sabien continued, blood pouring from his chest. "Are you not my keeper!?" he cried to the nearly empty West Wing. And just as Sabien cried, his brother came running.

Bursting forth from the first floor of the West Wing, Brendan crashed through the guard rails, shoving past Tyson. "Sabien?" he said as he stopped in shock at the sight he was seeing. "Sabien!?" Brendan rushed over, taking Sabien's hand. "Sabien! Sabien. Sabien, you fool," Brendan said slowly. "I told you. I told you not to fight. I told you to bring them to the chamber. Did I not!?"

Sabien nodded with all the strength he could muster. The javelin wouldn't kill him, but it had done massive damage. It would take Sabien some time to recover. Brendan pulled Sabien from the javelin, lying his body on the ground. Sabien coughed, spitting up blood onto the floor. "Do you think--do you think this will be enough, brother?" Sabien said wheezing. Brendan balled a fist, and punched the stone flooring beside Sabien, shattering it. "Yes, Sabien," he said standing up straight. "This is enough. We won't need much more. Now. Rest. You need to heal."

And as Brendan turned around, the air seemed to grow tense. It was heavy with what could only be a sudden lapse of oxygen. He faced Tyson, noticing the small amount of blood on his fist. It must have been Sabien's. Brendan frowned, as he turned back to his brother, and picked the vampire up. With Sabien in his arms, Brendan walked directly past Tyson, and approached the staircase behind him. Brendan stopped, inches away from Tyson so that he was within ear shot. "If you've come for blood," Brendan said softly. "You've found it." Brendan continued to walk down stairs, with his back to Tyson. He could hear two more shots ring out on the other side of the castle. Someone was still chasing Adrianna and Arora. He headed back towards the Torture Chamber, where he was prepared to place Sabien's body. Meanwhile, his younger brother continued to bleed over the castle walls and floors, slowly filling the Blood Well.

Sahill Cathedral, B2 [iGT 7:33p.m.]

The Warlock observed Morgan carefully. She was a witch, plainly. As she summoned three firey skulls above her head, the Warlock took a step forward, its flesh, veins, and blood still forming within its body. Ithad regrown now, both of its legs, and the lower half of its torso. But the regeneration was slow, as the flaming skulls bared down on the Warlock. With an open palm, the Warlock stretched out a hand, and attempted to soften the blows. Each skull made impact with the Warlock, two of them drawing upon its hand, and the other on its chest. The Warlock was forced backwards, only for a moment. What little flesh it had regrown was ablaze and burning, stopping the regeneration process completely. With a growl, it raised its head and began to chant a curse.

To the untrained eye, the Warlock was simply mumbling. But to someone with honed magic skills, understanding what was happening was clear as day. This was a summoning spell. And to Morgan, it was a taunt. Out of the stone flooring below her climbed the skeletons of two fallen cultists, brandishing daggers. Then, it began. First two, then four, and now eight skeletons bared down on Morgan, closing her in and pushing her back against the stairs. And if that wasn't enough, the Warlock had come forward, his flesh still burning. It could easily make direct contact with Morgan, and set her on fire as well. But instead, the Warlock continued chanting, as three floating skulls now moved around his own head. These, however, were not on fire. But they oozed a disgusting poison, and the Warlock commanded the skulls only to float around Morgan, pushing her ever closer to the next floor. And purposely, with a swing of its dagger, a skeleton struck out at Morgan but missed. That simple movement was enough to throw her off balance, and toss her down to the third floor.

Sending the skeletons forward, they began to jump towards Morgan, who had landed softly on the body of an unconscious Cultist. Then, the Warlock sensed another presence. Turning only its head in the opposite direction of Morgan, and flipped its body to match it. Shattering its body into pieces, the Warlock broke free from the flames that devoured it, and made its way in pieces towards Dirk. And as the Skeletons closed in around Morgan, she could hear a click. It was the sound of one the bare boned idiots tripping over a trap chute switch. One that led directly to the eighth floor. It just so happened, that as Morgan was tossed to the bottom of the second floor stair case, she was perfectly in line with the trap door, and began to fall rapidly with only the cultist's body under her. It was as though she was being pulled down a vacuum, and the fall from nearly five stories would injure her if not kill her if she couldn't stop it.

The chute closed above Morgan, leaving no light inside of the long, black, dead tunnel. And there were several more chutes, hidden throughout the Cathedral.

Meanwhile, Dirk was being approached by the Warlock, who watched the fallen Colossus spread its organs about, destroying itself as a skeleton of great size was beginning to fade away. When Dirk turned the corner, he went face first into the Warlock's chest, only to be snatched up and thrown through a nearby brick wall. This wall specifically, was hiding behind it an alternate stair case, used by the Cultists to get from the eighth floor to the first in a matter of minutes. The room was an eerie blue, and lit purple candle light shed themselves over organs in jars. The room smelled, as rotting corpses sat in the wall. Spiders, bats, roaches, and insects began spurting from the walls rapidly, scattering as Dirk landed with his back to a hot cauldron. The Warlock charged inside, now wielding a large femur that was left behind. Snapping the gigantic femur in half, the Warlock dual wielded the femur, swinging them about skillfully as it encroached on Dirk.

Valley of Souls [iGT 6:33 p.m.]

She could feel them watching her. How many of them were there? Three? Four? That was the most she could actually feel. And the smell of . . .whatever this head was that she was standing in. Had this giant really died so long ago? Judging by the smell, she couldn't actually tell. "God, that stinks," she said softly aloud. And it left a bad taste in her mouth. As she rounded the corner of the far south side of the giant's head, she assumed her opponent was delivered in the opposite direction. "Guess we should get this over with quickly," she thought to herself. The smell was growing stronger as Noya proceeded North. And for some reason, she felt dizzy. "Is it the walls?" she wondered. The few seconds she had to look over her manila folder did mention something about poison on the walls. But how strong was this stuff? Noya stepped slowly, cautiously now, not sure how this poison could affect her. But even as she walked, Noya grew more and more faint. "What's . . .going on . . " she said falling to a knee. She found herself kneeing in what looked like saliva. There was a long trail of it leading directly to the mouth of the giant's head. Noya forced herself to stand up, shaking off the dizziness as best she could. Something had left saliva behind, and the trail seemed to grow wider as Noya neared the mouth of the giant. It was quite a spectacle to see.

There was a beautiful river below, some eight hundred feet to the mouth of it. And all along the banks of the river, wildlife seemed to flourish. There were goats, deer, elephants, and more. But something told Noya the safest way to go about this fight was to take on her opponent right here, near the teeth of the giant. Despite all the death traps that likely awaited them, this was the only place she could flourish against her opponent. There wasn't much room to run, and the chances of escaping a psychic were already slim. Noya was about to play the waiting game. Sticking her head out for some fresh air, she could feel the difference in the air inside and outside of the giant's head. It was like night and day. The entire giant itself seemed to be breathing, but that wasn't quite right.

Cavern of Sirens [iGT 6:40 p.m.]

Ublik tilted his head as we watched Elspire transform out of rage. He was slightly confused by this sudden change to the man's appearance, but he would not be swayed. That is, of course, unless the man were to breathe a hot stream of pure lightning, and direct it towards Ublik. Even as the blast hit Ublik, it was merely absorbed into the dressed crystal skin that he was wearing. Upon further observation, firing lightning at crystal only caused the lightning to dissipate within the crystal skin of a dragon. The light was merely diffused into heat, and evenly dispersed over the crystals. Fire would also prove to me poorly effective against crystal skin. In order to do any harm to Ublik, Elspire would have to get in close. But Ublik would be sure that would happen. Roaring back at Elspire, Ublik responded with a charge, throwing his shoulder ahead, and barreling at the incomplete transformation of the half-dragon.

As luck would have it, Ublik managed to trample and kill several of his own Ghouls in the process, stepping on and crushing them to death. Ignoring Elspire's lightning roar, Ublik pushed through, and now stood face to ankle with the half-dragon. Raising a foot, Ublik prepared to drop it down and step directly onto Elspire's head with no intention of acknowledging his opponent's strength. Head strong. That was the way to approach every battle. This was not the first time Ublik had skinned a dragon. And it would not be the last.

Hälō · July 3, 2015

Oxfield Scrapyard

The Metalhead’s had arrived, and with them they brought life the previously sleeping scrapyard and all of it’s wonders. As the leader of these strange men took his position in the control tower, his minions began their sweep of the area, cackling and overturning piles of scrap metal in search of the intruders. All of them completely oblivious to the petite figure cloaked in red, that observed their every move from the shadows.

It had been quite the dull day for Fate, having spent the entirety of her stay in the scrapyard tucked away in an abandoned car. She had thought to use her Magitech gear to attempt to track he opponents movements, and possibly get a lock on their location, but unfortunately the only the disturbances she had managed to pick up was a few subtle traces of magic particles, and the sounds of what she assumed to be the guard dogs feeding on something.

Oh well… With the Metalhead’s lurking around, her opponent was bound to make a move sooner or later. And when they did, Fate would be the first to know.

Watching intently as a group of ten Metalhead’s made their way north towards the center of the complex, Fate hastily yanked her sheers from the back of the old rusted convertible, before silently leaping out of the car’s broken window and tailing the men using the large piles of scrap as cover.

As she darted through the shadows, the girl began scanning the immediate area for magical particles. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

Lacusta Castle

Tyson sneered at the vampire as he watched the beast fly straight into the silver lance of a nearby statue. Standing silently as the beast cried out in pain, Tyson gave his target a moment to try and free himself, before taking a step forward to land the finishing blow.

“Behind you.” Mephisto’s voice suddenly sounded in warning. Just then, Tyson’s body took action against his will; clumsily dodging to the side moments before a second vampire rocketed past him towards it’s wounded ally. Though he hated the prospect of Mephisto controlling his body without asking, Tyson refrained from voicing his complaints… now just wasn’t the time.

Watching as the two brothers conversed amongst themselves, the man’s grip around his silver blade tightened as the one named Brendan turned to face him. It was then that he noticed that the beast standing before him was one that was featured in the statue that impaled it’s brother only moments before. “Well ain’t that ironic…” Chuckling at the irony of the events, he waited for Brendan to make a move. Unfortunately, it seemed that the beast had other plans in mind, and chose to casually pick up his brother, and walk past the Slayer, leaving him with same cryptic bullshit that monsters like them had the habit of spewing upon their exit.

“If you’ve come for blood, you’ve found it.”

Tyson’s brow furrowed in annoyance at this. He spun around and watched as Brendan slowly made his way down the stairs towards one of the lower floors, with obvious rage in his eyes. Was he being mocked? Did these undead bastards not know who he was?! What he was capable of?! He had killed hundreds- no, thousands of their kind during his career, and these guys thought they were special just because they were Pure-bloods?! Tyson was now shaking with rage. “I’ll show you how to f***ing behave when there’s a hunter in the house…” He growled as he reached for his Desert Eagle.

Mephisto watched the spectacle with mild amusement. The Ripper was starting to feel the effects of the curse, and it wouldn’t be long before the human erupted into a bloody rampage. Unfortunately though, as much as he’d have enjoyed watching the man go postal, the amount of blood that would be drawn in the process be more then enough to awake the presence he sensed at the bottom of the castle… and as skilled as the Ripper was, he didn’t want to be forced to engage, much less talk to that entity unless it was completely necessary. Sighing to himself, the Arch-demon did his best to alleviate some of the effects of the curse, not even bothering to ask this time around.

Assuming control of Tyson’s left hand moments before he could draw his gun, Mephisto forced the man’s arm back down to his side, before speaking.

“Listen you fool. All of our targets are heading towards one central location… Too much blood as been drawn already, and if we continue to engage them one by one, we’ll awake a much larger threat before we finish dealing with the others.”

His mind suddenly clearer, Tyson took a moment to watch the trail of blood left by the wounded vampire sink into the floor, before sighing and sheathing his knife.

“So we herd them together, then barbeque ’em all in one go…”

“Precisely.”

Tyson shook his head, before scoffing to himself. “Me, you, and a room full a bloodsuckers… Hell of a fist date, eh?”

He received no response, but then again, he wasn’t expecting one. Chuckling at his own joke, Tyson began following Brendan down towards the torture chamber, being sure to leave just enough distance between the two so that if the beast chose to attack he’d be able to counter. He could hear gunshots in the distance, meaning that the Kokoro wasn’t receiving a very warm welcome either…Good. Infighting would just make taking them all out a little easier.

Suddenly, as he continued to walk confidently behind the vampire, the voice of Mephisto remerged in the back of the man’s mind with an unusual amount of cheekiness in it’s tone.

“Actually Ripper, our first date was the time that I dragged you across the fields of flame by your entrails, then let the hell spawn feed on what was left of you…”

“…”

“hmm?”

“Too soon…” Tyson could only sigh, and shudder at the memory of his time in hell.

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · July 3, 2015

Camille continued to wander through the forest. He was going a bit slower, and much more careful, than earlier. He couldn’t afford to encounter any enemy right now. Not to mention he had to keep his eyes peeled in case Nero decided to ambush him. Unfortunately he couldn’t take too much time, there was a limit to how long he could take.
And he still had no idea how he would gain the trust of a Nymph. Never before had he encountered such a thing, he didn’t know how they would react to his presence, let alone if he would be able to gain their trust.

He was a far distance into the forest, and he expected he’d reach the eastern edge soon, when a noise startled him into action. He quickly went to the nearest tree, taking cover and looking towards the sound.
Camille froze upon discovering its origin. There, just several feet away from where he stood, was a leopard. Cam’s heart began pounding, his palms grew sweaty, and he felt dizzy. Right there, an animal. So close, too close, frighteningly close. Cam’s anxiety level sky-rocketed and he was just about to take off when he noticed something...unusual.

The leopard hasn’t moved an inch. In fact...Camille realized it couldn’t move. There was a large fallen tree branch on it’s lower half, pinning it in place. This didn’t elevate the fear caused by looking at the beast, but it did keep him from running in the opposite direction of his goal.

The monster was making the most pathetic noises, out of pain and fear, and Cam felt himself pitying the creature. A minute passed, two, and Camille found himself standing over the leopard. He couldn’t bring himself to just leave the poor thing there. Even if it was a horrible monster, it was still a living thing.
He knelt down and grabbed hold of the branch. It was heavy, thick, but he was able to lift it with ease and toss it to the side.
Cam froze, certain the tricky monster would attack first moment, but it just...lay there, looking at Cam with startlingly understanding eyes. Camille scanned the things body, the entire time fighting his natural instinct to run. The leopard’s lower body had suffered severe injuries. Both its back legs were crushed, perhaps more damage than that had occurred.

Cam was no medic, least of all a veterinarian, and he knew there was nothing he could do for it...But he had to do something. Camille reached down, paused. Panic spread throughout his body. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, and tried to relax. It wasn’t doing any good, he couldn’t fight the fear like that...he just had to dive right in.
Camille scooped the injured animal, being careful to avoid disturbing the injury. He had no way of healing the animal by himself. But...perhaps Hobbes could. That would mean forfeiting the cure, he knew that the Nymphs had to be close, but... “I can’t let any living thing just die like this.” He said, out loud in order to better convince himself it was the right thing to do. “Let’s go, I-I’ll take care of you.”

There was a single problem. Something was...unusual.

Cam wasn't quite sure which direction he came from anymore.

It was curtains for Mr. Bonejangles it seems. Morgan wasn’t all too worried about that. There was something much more frustrating to deal with. This cheeky bastard thought he would be cool and steal HER shtick? SHE summoned skeletons, SHE created super cool floating skulls, this little bastard was a total copy-cat. Though, hers were much more cool.
Sadly she couldn’t show him who was boss right then, as she had to keep from getting murdered. Of course, this magic was no where near as skillful as her own, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t deadly. Morgan wasn’t an idiot, she knew dangerous magic when she saw it.

This had the unfortunate side-effect of falling down the stairs. She bounced once until she landed onto a body, totally disgusting. She hadn’t wanted to touch one of these slimeballs, even if it kept her from hitting the floor. Now, this would be fine if it weren’t for the fact that those sad excuses for skeletons were on their way. “Gawd, how pathetic, using quantity over quality. No real magic-user would be fine with such shoddy workmanship. Being not fully formed is NO excuse.” Morgan called up towards the Warlock. She expected better from a being that appeared in such a flashy way.

She couldn’t give him the pointers she would’ve liked to though. Partially because she didn’t know if he was listening, but mostly because the floor beneath her decided it didn’t want to be there anymore. The moment she heard the click she realized something was up and reached out for her broom, which had landed down here before her. Because f*** you, whoever was running this s***, if you were gonna take this thing away from her like that.

She was rapidly falling, and so had to just as rapidly figure out a way out of it. Her levitation needed her to be on solid ground before she could get it going, so that was ruled out. And so she concentrated on the spell she had used before, on the cultists. She could hear the noises as the roots broke through more of the building. When she won this thing and bought this cathedral she’d have to fix it up a bit.

The roots rushed towards her as she plummeted rapidly. They wrapped themselves around her body, slowing her decent and stopping her just before she hit the bottom. She hopped out of the canopy of roots and brushed her clothes off. “Thanks for the express route, noob, I’ve got a king to meet.”

Maeriberii Haan · July 3, 2015

"I dunno who you are, But we're coming for you. And you had better believe, trespassing is grounds for death!"

"I know I know, I just died earlier. Getting eaten by those stupid dogs seriously hurts, y'know?"

And with that, the clock hit 7, and the complex turned to life. It was...a less than amusing sight from what Arisu expected, probably due to the lots and lots of machinery involved in the complex. The voice on the intercom sounded pretty annoying too, though he might be the one in charge of the place, so sooner or later she really should at least see him for a bit just so she could start impersonating him. Meanwhile, it didn't seem that her opponent, whoever that was, had made any moves right now, which while it helped the stall game she's been playing, it was really annoying since even now she's still at loss on where the hell they were, and she might even be walking on their trap now.

Right now, she's hiding behind several piles of scrapped metal heap near the center of the complex as she saw around 10 or so of the so-called Metalheads approaching. She toyed around the notion of attacking them, but immediately discarded the thought as it would just kill her.

Oh wait, she's not in a position to die.

Still, it'd be too reckless for her to immediately attack them preemptively, especially with the threat of her opponent around. Even with her illusions, it'd be best if she kept herself from using those until the time would be right, otherwise she's losing her ace in the hole. So right now the only option that she'd be willing to take was to wait silently there as she prepared her weapons. Watching her surrounding to pinpoint the location of her opponent, a slight regret was made by Arisu, of her not learning about detection magic before the event even started.

Mr. Hyde · July 3, 2015

Zyg 0001

Zyg was on the prowl, skulking through his small arena. His hunter eyes were fixing onto every single life signature, making sure to avoid the maggots that crawled along the grassy terrain. He was sure to move silently, he wasn't about to let this human get the jump on him. He stuck close to the Japanese buildings, it was the only cover available to him. He kept his head down, jumping from cover to cover, pillar to pillar.

It was then he noticed his opponent, at the highest point in the area. She obviously hadn't noticed him, but he could tell the girl had quite the extraordinary perception. "Smart...She knows i can't get up there without having to expose myself...not to mention her ability to easily counterattack me from such a vulnerable position...I don't expect less from these magical humans." He snorted in jealousy. Zyg wasn't entirely defenseless...he had more to his arsenal than what his opponent was expecting of course. While she got into a different position, with a long sword postured behind her back, Zyg made his appearance clear. He yelped and hissed at the girl, trying to throw her off guard with his cries.

He opened his mouth wider, as a bright light glew from within. He blasted his laser at the girl.

Elspire Ferdinand

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!" Blasphemy! How dare the armor of that ghastly ghoul absorb his breath attack! Elspire shook his head from side to side in a fit of rage. When he came to his semi-senses, Elspire saw the ghoul charge his position but stopped feet away from him. The size of the beast was almost intimidating to Elspire, but he had fought larger and deadlier opponents than this little goblin king. Ublik rose his foot to try and squash the enraged dragon like a roach. The fact that the ghoul underestimated him and his strength piqued his anger to new heights!

As the giant foot flew down, Elspire roared at it, as if the roar was going to stop it. After realizing that the force of the roar wasn't going to be enough, the idiot dragon placed his hands above him to catch the foot. The force of the impact dug Elspire into the ground, and debris was shot into the air. Elspire gave Ublik a sinister grin, as if to say "Gotcha you ugly mother~". Elspire's claws dug into the bottom of Ublik's foot as he discharged electricity throughout the monster.

While he held the ghoul's foot aloft, Elspire turned his head back...that scent had been tracking him. Oh right...he had an opponent he had been neglecting...to destroy! With his immense strength, Elspire lifted Ublik off of his feet, and high above his head. The giant's head might've scratched the ceiling as Elspire began to swing the creature in a circle. He released the ghoul, throwing him into the direction of the putrid smelling rat that hadn't the courage to enter the fray.

VCR_CAT · July 3, 2015

Saul: Cavern of Sirens

BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKJJc2VFSic

The Ghoul displayed a lot of strength, even so far as using his armor to resist Elspire's magical attack. So that's was so significant about that armor, and the dragons in this cave, Saul took a mental note, being careful to watch Elspire as he lifted the giant enemy over his head. Strength and power, but no restraint. Looks like he has a soft-spot for those dragons as well... Sauls analysis of his young opponent was cut short as the ogre was flung in his direction. So, he could tell I was here. Enhanced sense beyond sight as well.

Saul braced himself and yelled in exertion as he swung his sword downwards in a long overhead swing; its angry-white heat illuminating the cavern around him. While the crystal armor would be very hard; crystals were still rather weak protection. A good strike in the right place would shatter the entire suit of armor, even if it was hard as diamond. Combine that with the Nail of Sephirot, and that armor might not stand a chance. Either way, Saul took a stance where he could launch himself out of the way of being crushed if the blade didn't quite slice the creature in two.

The ghoul may have been foolish to underestimate you, but you were stupid enough to show me what you were capable of.

Dirk Rider: Sahill Cathedral - B1

BGM: http://vhsglitch.bandcamp.com/track/church-arena

"Looks like I gave 'em the sli-- Oof!" Dirk announced as he rounded the corner and bumped into another person. I really need to look where I'm going, Dirk thought as he tried to get a better look at what he ran into. "Sorry bud, didn't see ya ther-- WHOOP!" Dirk was almost immediately thrown a poorly-constructed brick wall; his back knocking against a hot cauldron. Jumping away from the cauldron, the state of the room (and its smell) hit Dirk all at once, and he dry-heaved a couple times as the wizard-dude was making his way with the femur.

"Dude, you guys NEED to start cleaning more. I mean, if you want any of this stuff to last or not break, you might want to at least call an exterminator and get the rats out," Dirk told the wizard as he plugged his nose, and then noticed the broken femur. Drawing his gun and pointing it right at the Warlock, Dirk shook his head. "Seriously dude, are you idiots or something? What's a bone gonna do against this?" With that, Dirk wasted no time squeezing the trigger three times to finish off the clip in his gun, sliding the empty one out once the third shot had been fired.

Hälō · July 4, 2015

Oxfield Scrapyard

Fate let out a small sigh of annoyance as she continued to follow the group of Metalheads towards the center of the scrapyard. It would seem that her opponent hadn’t released any more magical particles into the air since the first time. Meaning that the current settings on her magitech gear were almost completely useless…

Ducking under a large pile of scrap to avoid the line of sight of one of the patrolling metalheads, Fate hastily switched over to infrared vision. Almost instantly her entire world became veiled in an ever-expanding sea of light blue, with eleven red heat signatures which were now shinning in great contrast to the coldness of the scrapyard’s metal.

“…” Fate’s left eye twitched slightly as she spotted what she could only assume to be her opponent’s heat signature lurking amongst the scrap roughly fifteen meters from her own position. Had she not used her thermal vision, she would have very likely snuck directly past the woman, and the two would never have met.

Her target now insight, the young assassin quickly activated her stealth magic to further minimize her presence, before plucking up a discarded wrench from the pile of scrap she was using as cover. Weighing the wrench in her hand, Fate darted over to yet another pile a scrap, this one much closer to Arisu’s.

The girl’s lips formed a small smirk, as she waited for the Metalheads to near Arisu’s pile. And as they did, she skillfully tossed the wrench into the heap of scrap that Arisu was using for cover, causing discarded machines and parts to begin to raining down towards the ground in all directions, creating quite the ruckus.

As she peaked her head to confirm that the metalheads had chosen to investigate, Fate couldn’t help be bask in the simplicity of her plan. Even if they didn’t kill her opponent, the men would serve as a great way to gauge what kind of magic she was wielding…

Maeriberii Haan · July 4, 2015

Without Arisu expecting it, someone or something literally put up a wrench to her plans, as the debris around her started to fell off a bit after the scrapped tool hit the bunch. More annoyingly, it drew in the attention of the Metalheads towards her. Sighing at the fact that her cover were blown just like that, Arisu then immediately gathered her focus back to figure out on how to nail down her opponent, assuming that they're still nearby, of course. And to make things worse, the eleven metalheads would definitely prove to be a big problem. While she didn't see any of them having the dreaded welding equipment, probably, their sheer number would be pretty problematic. While Arisu could just use her illusions to misdirect them or just say screw it all and detonate herself so she could respawn, the first option would risk her opponent realizing her trick of the trade way sooner than she would need it, and the second option would mean she'd lose her grenades and submachine gun in one go, which would be detrimental since she wouldn't even hit her opponent with that. Her opponent, assuming that they physically threw the wrench by themselves, would not be too far away from her. 20 meters tops. It's still a bit farther than the range of her illusion world, but it would mean that unless they're already moving away, they're currently waiting and watching her, no doubt to see her capabilities.

Which would mean that giving them a false idea would work well enough. Arisu remembered that she's roughly 100 meters from her respawn point, which was pretty near for her to reclaim her stuffs if she would be killed here right now. She could use her elemental magic to attack the metalheads as much as she could instead of using her firearms, which she would hide somewhere so no one would be able to claim them. If she win and managed to withdraw her opponent, that'd be nice, but even if she got killed, she'd be in a decent enough position to reclaim advantage, on the virtue of no one would be able to figure out how the heck did she survive that in the first place, which would allow her to shift back as the hunter in this game. With that in her mind she immediately detached the grenades she kept with her and her submachine gun, and buried them under a nearby rubble, just moments before the first metalhead appeared before her, his friends following behind him. Not wasting any time, as she whispered the name of her spell, she pointed her finger at the metalhead just as it tried to swing his lead pipe on her. As she did that, a thunderbolt flared up from the tip of her finger, and went on to hit the Metalhead directly in an attempt to electrocute him, before jumping to the others behind him.

And with that, she stood up and made her appearance clearer to her eleven opponents, a smirk formed on her face.

"Pretty shocking, isn't it? Let's see how well you thugs could survive our incoming electrifying dance."

It took him around ten minutes, and Nero had reached the area near the border of the arena, which would mean that the leopards would be not too far away from him right now. Taking a short break to wait out the leopards to come to him, Nero then thought for a bit regarding on what had happened so far. Odd as it might, he had put up way too much concern towards Camille, who was supposedly his opponent. While the boy was definitely not someone to strike him dishonorably, Nero could see that he would not back down from fighting him to the bitter end too, and if he really wanted to actually win this, he should start antagonizing him sooner or later. However, as he had mentioned before, the Blood Moth infection would be quite annoying if it happened during their fight, and in his belief that the fight must be done without any outside interruption, he must purify such thing as chance out of it. And for that reason, he was here now. He took a deep breath before looking around him, detecting any movement around. Noticing a pair of red eyes hidden behind the darkness of the trees not too far away from him, the transdemon stood up and nonchalantly walked towards it.

"Should I, or shouldn't I kill you, Camille?"

Astolfo · July 5, 2015

Staying alert for even the slightest hint that would reveal the location of her enemy, Nori continually scanned her environment, taking in her surroundings and checking for spots where the raptor might be hiding. The shrubbery would no longer be an option, given her position, so the next best option would be the buildings, as she had done. Figuring out which building he was behind was irrelevant though, as the closest one towards where the raptor had been dropped was still a good hundred feet away. Keeping her body limber and ready to move, it wasn’t anything more than an instinctive reaction, when the raptor, in a seemingly stupid act, hissed, giving away his position.

Lashing out with her blades in a diagonal slash from her lower right to her upper left, Fū, the first of her techniques made its debut. Blindingly fast and yet incredibly thin, the air blade created slammed into the raptor within a fraction of a second. With the force of a solid punch forward as well as an uppercut, given the direction of her swing, it sent the creature’s mouth upwards, knocking it off course, and just as well. At that moment, what seemed to be a laser blast shot out of its mouth, firing into the heavens. It was obvious this raptor had long-range capabilities at this point.

It would be silly to give her opponent any time to recover though. The cooldown on that blast could be a single second to several hours, and she wasn’t encouraged to find out the hard way, seeing the laser being shot at least a hundred feet into the air before it dispersed. In the space of less than a second, Nori made six more cuts to knock back the raptor further with the strikes from afar while it was still dazed by the first strike that sent its beam off-course. It was by far her fastest attack technique, and there was not a chance he’d be able to avoid. Without near superhuman levels of reflexes and a similarly fast body, it would be impossible to get out of the way, let alone parry the attack. A massive robotic dinosaur would not ever reach that sort of level in a million years.

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As soon as his laser blast had come out, targeting his mysterious opponent, Zyg felt a mysterious force blast from underneath his jaw. The attack didn’t hurt, but it sent his blast off course, and into the air. Zyg didn’t have anytime to recover either, as more forces blew against his body, but it didn’t faze him too badly. Although the strikes didn’t hurt him as much, Zyg was sure that a lesser opponent wouldn’t be able to take as hard a pummel from those attacks. Still, his battle instincts had taken over, and adrenaline rushed through his veins.

Zyg ran through the stone ridden paths that led up to the swan statue, and prepared to jump. Maybe tackling his opponent from that high up would be his best option, so she wouldn’t be able to strike him from afar. His mechanical limbs whirred as he jumped high into the air, facing Nori, with hind claws out forward to try and catch her.

The dinosaur recovered quickly, but not unexpectedly fast. Nori didn’t expect those blows to do anything to that hide in the first place, besides be a diversion. Simply watching as the raptor leapt towards her boldly, at the last second, she slammed her sword down through into the head of the swan.

”Zan!”

A massive pillar made of the same crystalline material that she was standing on rocketed out, appearingly being synthesized out of the head of the swan. As well as providing cover and distraction, it could be potentially used offensively, such as now, by making the beam that would result slam into her enemy. Chancing on the fact that a creature of his size would have issues with momentum, she skirted around the swan itself, tossing herself off the neck.

Grabbing onto the neck and swinging herself around into the air in a show of acrobatic flexibility, Nori flipped in the air once to upright herself quickly, before channeling her energies into the blades. While not any sort of formal technique, it simply gave a honed edge to her blade for greater strength and cutting power. As she lost altitude, Nori raised the blade her head, before smashing her sword into the neck of the swan.

It gave off a shrill keening sound that was highly unpleasant to the ears as the cut left by the blade smashed through the core of the crystal glass. Landing on the temple grounds, she leapt out of the way, not about to risk being entangled in the structure, which would soon collapse to the ground. Repositioning herself approximately behind where the raptor would land, she unsheathed her second blade. Breathing calmly, Nori began to charge up her smaller, short sword with her third technique as rubble began to fall.

It was highly unlikely that bringing down the swan would’ve killed the raptor, and thus, Nori prepared herself for the inevitable response that would arrive once it landed at the base level. Both of her weapons at the ready, the screeching sound of the crystal grinding against itself as it broke apart filled the air, pieces and fragments slamming into the ground.

The girl was quick, as on reaction to his sudden jump, she crashed her sword into the head of the stone statue she was standing on. Zyg huffed through his nostrils, knowing full well that a magic attack had been casted. A pillar suddenly appeared between the two opponents, made out of a shiny crystalline material. Zyg heated up his hind claws before they impacted the pillar, allowing him to sink his claws deep into the structure. As he stood parallel against the pillar, a show of acrobatic skill was shown from the girl, who had only jumped into the air to stick her sword back into the stone swan again. A loud ringing could be heard from the impact that threw Zyg off balance, but he regained his focus as he could feel the statue shift.

He could feel the statue shake and shatter, he had to break himself loose. His arms whirred as he forced his hind claws out of the pillar that was breaking down before him. The force was enough to push him out and off of the head. He landed on the temple grounds with loud thuds and clanks. The temple had fallen. It was a great shame too...the temple was rather pretty.

Zyg heard the rustling of grass behind him. He and his opponent were on the same level now, exactly where he wanted her. However, Nori seemed collected...It even seemed she had prepared an attack for him as soon as he landed. Zyg’s prepared the devices in his legs that would provide quick action.

As her opponent landed, Nori made a powerful hooking cut with the shorter blade, which had reached a moderate level of power now. Manifesting as pure energy, an incineratingly hot arc of magical flames swept out in an enormous sideways figure eight

Jumping over it would be a challenging task, given the inferno blast was nearly fifteen feet tall and thirty feet wide. It probably wouldn't kill the raptor unless he took the attack straight on, given Nori restricted her own magics so she didn't decimate the whole temple. Even a glancing blow would be enough to leave nasty burns that could eat through just about anything, similar to the concept of his heated claws. Once they hit an object though, the flames would only burn away instead of incinerating right through like a cauterizing blade.

Hopefully, this would be enough to put him out of commission without crippling or killing him. She felt a gob of guilt about this, as it would still be enough to guarantee a long stay in the burn medic treatment center. This was war though, and she couldn't afford to go easy. Jumping backwards in the case he did manage to somehow survive it, she jumped up the columns, climbing onto the second temple that had remained intact behind her when the first was destroyed.

Zyg had been prepared for some sort of magic attack, but the sight of a giant flaming infinity symbol surprised him. Zyg wasn’t a very huge fan of fire in the first place, but this giant wall had become an obstacle he had to overcome in the next few seconds. He slammed his tail against the ground, as if to help him achieve liftoff. However, the strength of his mechanical legs were all he needed to jump straight into the air.

It was a good thing he had managed to jump in between the bigger loops, because if he had not aimed for the middle, his legs might’ve been touched by the flames. Who knew what would’ve happened then. He looked behind him to see the destruction caused by the blast and yelped.

When he looked back, Nori had risen to the top of the temple that she had not destroyed...yet. She was taking the high ground, trying to use her range against Zyg. He had to out match her in that aspect. Thinking quickly, he realized that the attack that had just been used against him had taken some buildup, but the attacks earlier seemed instantaneous. They didn’t hurt much, so if he were prepared for them, he could take the hits easier. Zyg opened his mouth again, shooting his laser at Nori, but this time he tensed his whole body to resist any attempt to silence his attack.

When the raptor managed to clear the flames altogether, Nori was a bit miffed, to say the least. On top of that, upon seeing what she could make of his expression to be a mix of surprise and determination before he tensed his body, Nori burst into action. There was only one reason why he’d come to a dead stop like that suddenly. Unfortunately enough, given his surprise, it seemed that the raptor had forgotten about it too until that moment, which hinted the cooldown was much shorter than it actually took for the creature to try it a second time.

Given the tensed up body, it was unlikely that she’d manage to divert it by hitting him with the attack she had done previously, but she had another trick up her sleeve. Instead of lunging away, as the raptor might expect, or up, which would leave her vulnerable if the raptor decided to aim upwards instead, she leapt to his side. Dropping herself to the ground, she knew she only had a second or two to pull this off. Skidding across the ground, once she was roughly ten feet or so away, she thrust her sword at him.

In normal circumstances, there was no way the blade would reach in time. The front half of the blade suddenly disappeared though, while a hissing, whirring sound began to form in front of his eyes. Although it wasn’t the intention, the spinning and distortion of the air would have the additional benefit of distracting his vision and throwing off his balance. The fact that it’d prevent her from seeing him would also help to avoid the laser itself. If the raptor moved out of the way though, it would be an issue, and to divert his attention to a secondary target as well, she threw her shorter blade at an angle. It would fly close enough to grab his peripheral attention but it wouldn’t be meant to do more than that. For at such a close range, the first thing any living thing would focus on is the weapon, and being thrown off to the side would obviously cause confusion, as disposing of a weapon is considered to be silly. While his focus shifts, the first strike she had sent through a portal would pierce through his eyes, while she would forcefully re-summon the second weapon she threw off, causing it to rematerialize in her hands.

Even if the raptor managed to avoid being blinded by stumbling backwards somehow, the second blade would be instantly thrown once more, straight at the hip, where flesh met the metal. The enchanted edge would be able to cut through deeply enough to do damage, while avoiding the full crippling damage that using her larger sword would do. The blade itself was near indestructible as long as Nori was alive, and because the joints themselves were protected by the annoyingly thick metal, the raptor would most likely be fine - while resting in the infirmary.

Of course she dodges the laser. Zyg huffed through his nostrils again, why even bother with them at this point. The next sight bothered him even more, as Nori decided to charge him. Zyg gave out a cry to try and intimidate the girl, but her eyes showed no intention of flinching from it. Zyg heated his metallic limbs, to prepare for the clashes that were soon to come.

Those clashes did not come, as the sword that Nori had thrusted near him had suddenly vanished halfway. Zyg’s eyes widened, the blade had seemingly vanished into thin air, how come this little girl had such a vast array of powers to her disposal? His prey was now being obscured by thick air that seemed to hum and whisper malintent. He tried to reposition his head downwards to see his opponent, but a swiping sound caught him off guard. He looked behind him for a split second to notice it had been a short sword that barely had missed him. A distraction obviously, as the girl seemed to be way more skilled than to miss an opponent this close on accident.

Quickly, he focused ahead of him, a swirling vortex had now appeared, and the sight had surprised him enough for him to jump backwards as far as raptorly possible. In that time, the other half of Nori’s blade had stuck out from the swirling vortex.

Zyg was glad to have escaped that nearly instant attack when he felt a stabbing pain near his waist. The sword that had surely been thrown to distract him earlier had seemingly implanted itself into the part of his body where his metallic self met his reptilian scales. It made him wince, as the blade hadn’t stuck too far in, but it was still quite the annoyance. This girl was surely something else, able to generate black and white holes to make her sword strikes more deadly, impossible as that might have sounded. She had recovered her shorter blade surprisingly fast as well, either it had gone through the same effect as her longer sword, traveling through portals, or something else happened entirely.

“Magic...I don’t necessarily disdain it, but my, how bothersome it is…”

Now it was time to do conduct some raptor science. Hypothesis: Nori uses portals to reclaim her swords. He left the short sword implanted in his waist, allowing for his healing factor to negate any more injury the blade could cause. However he would not be able to fully heal his wound for obvious reasons.

This surely was a strange fight, and here he was testing a theory in the middle of it. He grinned, but his grin turned into a hiss, that transformed into another laser blast.

While her opponent had managed to keep his eyes, the second attack ended up plunging into his flesh, as Nori predicted. It was not major damage by any means, but it would be enough to keep him hampered and deteriorate his full strength of flexibility. Strangely enough, it didn’t attempt to take out the blade, which sent her on caution. It was already fairly obvious it was an intelligent creature, and with the negatives of keeping the blade inside his body, there was only one good reason to leave it there. It was learning.

Guessed he’s figured out the basics to at least Rin. Rin and my blade summon are different though, but without further testing, he’d have no way to know the difference for now, not like it matters either way.

Instead of calling on her short sword to return it to her hand, which would provide more information to her opponent, Nori opted for a different route when it let out its laser blast again. Bringing up her sword, she swung the flat of the blade around at the same time the blast came towards her, in a crude attempt to parry it. Misjudging the strength behind the attack though, it ended up sending her rocketing backwards quite a good bit. Slamming a hand against the floor to flip herself into the air and regain her position, Nori felt short of breath for a brief moment. It was certainly not something she’d want to take a direct hit from. Feeling a stinging sensation on her face and shoulders, she brushed her skin with a hand quickly, which came back wet. It wasn’t a serious injury, but the resulting ‘leakage’ from the blast which came around her sword still cut her skin in a lancing blow. Grimacing and taking two quick deep breaths to regain her state of mind, she walked backwards, away from the temple slowly.

Standing in the open courtyard in front of the temples, Nori called out loudly.

”If you want a fight, you’re going to have to come get it!”

Dad · July 8, 2015

The Barren City of El Dorado, [iGT 9:00p.m.]

The whir of helicopter blades was surely off putting, as a chopper touched down just East of Odette's current location. She had been in the city for roughly an hour, and she was already about to be escorted out of it. Her previous pilot and guard had returned, looks of relief on their faces as they wondered how Odette had claimed her victory. "Lady Odette!" called the guard over the sound of the helicopter's blades. "We've just been informed of your victory! Congratulations!" he said taking her politely by the hand. "We've been asked to escort you back to the hotel, in preparation for this evening's events." The guard led Odette back to the helicopter and escorted her aboard. Tapping the side of the chopper twice, the guard signaled their pilot to take off. Without having to ruffle her clothes, Odette had secured a rather. . . anonymous victory, and she would never know what became of her opponent. And neither would anyone else. Without warning, Odette fell into a deep sleep, much too powerful to simply shake off. It would not harm her, but she would forget the past hour's events, and would only recall 'defeating' her opponent to move on to the next round.

The guard remained facing straight ahead, uncertain of the darkness that now surrounded him, and his pilot. "Do you guys have to do that?" asked a very obviously frightened guard. Not caring to return the odd look to the guard that questioned it, it's tongue clicked several times, before disappearing into what appeared to be a type of wormhole beneath the seats of the helicopter. "We are under orders," the Black Guard said softly. It vanished into the blackness from whence it came, and Odette would remain peacefully asleep until she arrived back at the hotel. She would find herself dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, of something more.

Oxfield Scrapyard, [iGT 9:00 p.m.]

It had been over an hour, and the Metalheads' searching had finally come up with something. There, hiding beneath the scrap was a girl. "A laaaaaaaaady eh?" one of them said excitedly. "Don't get too much of the tang round here," replied another. "Better bring 'er to the boss, n' quick like. 'e's gonna wanna see this."

"SHHHHHHHHHH!" the remainder said to the others. "Why bring her to the boss? We can enjoy ourselves for once!"

"Yeah. Pin her down."

"Pin her down?"

They began to question this idea. After all, this girl, whoever she was, had already managed to drop one of their eleven men with a thunderbolt, and sent a nerve wracking shock to their systems. "But. . .she's got like, magic. Like that uh, boy wonder."

"The one from the books?"

"Larry Water?"

"No, that wasn't his name. It was uh. . .well it wasn't that, ya bloody idiot."

"Shut up!" said one of the Metalheads stepping forward. He was wielding what appeared to be a sub-machine gun. Though out of the ordinary, it was very similar in appearance. He carefully observed the girl in front of him, looking into her eyes from the metal mask over his face. Something about her pissed him off. "Don't kill her," he said. "Bring her to Murdock. Now."

"But Fridge--"

The most forward Metalhead turned around and put his gun beneath the nearest Metalhead's mask, against his neck with the barrel pointed upwards. "I told you not to call me that. It's Frigid!" he said tossing the Metalhead backwards. Frigid was dressed slightly different from the other Metalheads. His steel and yellow armor was marked with six additional stripes--one each yellow, blue, red, green, white, and black--on his left shoulder. He was a lieutenant in Murdock's band of goons, and he had received his nickname from Murdock himself, for his cold sense of humor and lack of compassion. This was Murdock's right hand man. "It won't do us any good trying to rape some fifteen year old magic broad," he said looking at the others. "She's got nowhere to go. And if she's purposely pinned herself here, there's a good chance she has something else in mind. So we change the playing field."

Frigid turned around back to Arisu, and now stood inches from her face. "Now that I think about it," he said raising a finger. "Murdock's got plans for tonight, don't he!?" he said turning around to the other Metalheads.

They nodded in agreement. "Totally forgot."

"Slipped me mind."

"Yeah, yeah. Boss said something about rolling out the red carpet."

Frigid smiled beneath his mask. He left his back to Arisu as he continued. "Then we give the boss what he needs. Test subjects." The Metalheads roared in approval, throwing their various weapons into the air. "Well. You have your orders. Dog pile boys," Frigid said flicking his wrist. "I'll see you in half an hour," he said not turning back to Arisu. "jabroni." He began making his way around the scrap piles, and he ducked beneath a sneakily placed trap door. Beneath it, a long elaborate tunnel that webbed itself beneath the entirety of the Oxfield Scrapyard. An intricate network of tunnels that connected to various ins and outs above it, including connections to the machinery and traps that lie in the Scrapyard. At each entrance and exit were two guards, armed to the teeth. It was just about impossible to get in and out of the tunnels without being spotted. And as Frigid continued on through the tunnels, something made him twitch. If this girl were alone, why would she make such a ruckus and attract attention to herself?

That's because she wasn't. Either someone screwed up, or someone else was working against her. Either way, they were both intruders. As he passed the center of the tunnel network, Frigid snatched up a walkie talkie from a ragged wooden table sitting idle in the middle of ammo piles, grenades, piles of documentation, and a series of barrels of oil and gasoline.

"Pay attention," he said over the walkie. "I don' think this chick is by herself. Pin her, and then continue searching the compound. I want the other one found before we start the festivities," he said smugly. Frigid tossed the walkie back on the table, and continued south, where he was greeted by very dark red mist, as the tunnel opened up widely. Stepping further inside, the room had gone from dirt to steel, and a guard rail that prevented any morons from filing over into a pool of what looked to be rust colored blood. Men in lab coats were running rapidly back and forth to their various work stations, flipping lights, switches, pressing buttons, and taking notes. As they noticed Frigid, one of them stopped, and bowed. "Good evening Frigid," the scientist said panting. "How are things looking, doc?" he asked the man before him. From the pool came a gurgling, and the waters began to churn.

The scientist looked up, with pride in his voice and on his face. "We need only twenty minutes."

"Good," Frigid said continuing past the team of dedicated professionals, and continued up a flight of stairs. "Murdock is expecting it." Disappearing up the staircase, Frigid grinned in anticipation of the upcoming events.

Meanwhile, Arisu was being jumped. The Metalheads leaped after her, and attempted to tie her hands and feet. And as Fate watched from afar, she too was soon attacked. Frigid emerged behind her, having sneaked behind her.

Clasping his hand around her mouth, Frigid put a blade to the girl's neck, as two Metalheads showed up to support him. With two guns to her head and a blade to her neck, Fate was in trouble. "Scream and you die," Frigid said wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled Fate silently into the shadows, and began dragging the girl towards the center of the complex.

Lacusta Castle, 1F, Torture Chamber [iGT 9:00 p.m.]

All the parties had gathered, except for one. Brendan lay Sabien on a cold steel table, and strapped down his arms and legs. Meanwhile, Arora was busy pulling bullets out of Adrianna. "Just, be still," Arora said to calm her sister. The vampire was in extreme pain. "Hurry up, Arora! This burns like hell!" she cried out. And Brendan, somehow, managed to keep his composure in all of this. His brother lay there, on death's edge, recovering at a snail's pace. The amount of blood he had lost should have been enough to kill him, but Sabien was a fighter. A hardheaded, dim witted fighter. Brendan did his best to mend the wound in Sabien's chest, but there wasn't much he could accomplish. Brendan remained silent for some time, as he watched over his brother. To his surprise, the one behind him--whoever or whatever he was--had not yet struck out. Brendan looked up from the semi-corpse of Sabien and directly at Tyson. His smell was alluring, but it was also off putting. Essentially, Tyson smelled sweet to Brendan, like a treat waiting to be unwrapped. But there was a hidden filling in this candy, that he couldn't quite place his finger on.

Looking back down to Sabien, Brendan finally spoke up. "Arora. Adrianna. You need to pick up the pace."

Arora looked up from the side of Adrianna. "How bad is he?" she asked solemnly. Adrianna winced in pain, as the last bullet was removed from her innards. "You better not have killed my brother," Adrianna barked at Tyson. Brendan held up a hand to silence the both of his sisters. "It's not Sabien we have to worry about."

And as if on cue, Kokoro came bursting through the chamber door, her gun drawn. Before her stood Tyson, and four vampires, one of whom was half-dead. "Gang's all here huh?" she joked, carefully targeting each person in the room. "Guess I'll finish what I started first," she said looking at Adrianna. That's when Kokoro noticed the vampire with a hole in his chest the size of a sun-roof. "sheet. What happened to him?" she said stifling a laugh. "You do that?" she said nodding at Tyson. She could only guess this was supposed to be her opponent. But having four other vulnerable targets who prided themselves on being superior was too tempting to pass up. Brendan silently balled a fist, as he raised his head to look at their new guest.

"The hell are you looking at? You're next, tall, dark, and gruesome. I'm gonna put your sisters on ice first though. Then I'll string you an brother up by your nutsa--Christ! Again. . .with the choking?"

Before Kokoro could finish her sentence, Brendan had pinned her against the chamber door and rattled it off of its hinges. He could identify the stink now. It was coming from this one. "Half-breed," he said snarling at last.

"What's it. . .to ya!?" Kokoro said gasping for air.

Brendan dropped the girl to her knees, now that he knew what she was. Turning around, he purposely bumped past Tyson to examine his brother one last time. "Thanks to you two imbeciles, I nearly lost a brother. And because of the ruckus you've caused, our father won't be pleased. He's not one for taking the blame out on us, but he hates Sabien. If he sees him like this--"

Lacusta Castle suddenly began to quake. Looking to the floor below them, Brendan, Adrianna, and Arora's eyes grew big. Brendan ripped the restraints from Sabien's body, and Arora helped Adrianna to her feet. "Move! Move!" Brendan ordered. He burst out of the Torture Chamber, and back into the central hall of the first floor, snatching up Tyson as well, and tossing him into a stone brick wall. He took a knee, laying Sabien over his lap and into his arms.

The quaking grew violent, causing several stone gargoyles in and outside of the castle to fall from their perches. The blood that ran along the stone that had been drained below came spewing back up in torrents. It fell from the air now, and Brendan looked up with a disgusted look on his face. Kokoro scrambled to her feet, and darted out of the Torture Chamber. "What's going on?" she asked aloud.

Brendan glared at Kokoro, before turning his gaze back to the stone floor below. It trembled, cracking, and spreading apart as the blood torrents continued to rain down upon the six of them. Then, Brendan heard what sounded like metal creaking. "His prison his breaking," he said turning to Adrianna and Arora, as he held Sabien in his arms. The sisters turned to each other, and held each other close. Closing their eyes, Arora and Adrianna seemingly hid from whatever was coming. Brendan stood up straight at last, still holding Sabien. "Get up," he said softly to his sisters. "Show some respect." Reluctantly, they followed orders, but continued holding on to each other. What happened next only served to further destroy Lacusta Castle's already poor foundation. A powerful, guttural roar emanated throughout the castle, shaking it even harder. Then, a voice that sent chills even through Brendan spoke. Loudly.

BGM: Ancient Dragon

It's voice boomed, as the stone flooring finally gave way. Bowing his head, Brendan remained silent, as the great vampire burst forth from beneath the floor. Kokoro stumbled backwards, as the sheer size of this vampire forced her to topple over. Arora and Adrianna finally looked up, to see their father's horned head just barely scraping the fifty foot high ceiling.

Before them, a fourteen and a half meter tall vampire--fifteen if you count the length of his horns--towered over them. His skin was a much darker red than that of his children's. His tail stretched half the length of the West Wing, with a length of twenty feet. His talons were enormous, and every claw was stronger than steel. He bared thousands of teeth, with a very frightening overbite that made him look a bit like a mad dog. With his wings tucked, he could move around more freely, as his wingspan was an even hundred feet. His fists were the size of semi-trucks, and the raw power that seeped from his every pore forced Kokoro to a knee. The air pressure grew heavy, as even Tyson fell to his knees unwillingly. Sniffing the air, it turned first to look at Kokoro, his large, dagger like eyes staring directly into her soul. And with a rather frightening pinch, he picked up Kokoro by her collar with his eight foot claws on his fists.

"You," he said as steam rolled over Kokoro from the vampire's nostrils. "I smell vampire in you." Kokoro was visibly frightened. Something about this vampire--this thing--shook her like a leaf. Slowly, she raised her head, looking the demon straight in the face. She quivered, sweating profusely. "I--I--"

"You are a half-breed," he said with a tinge of disgust in his voice. But in the midst of his sniffing, the vampire caught another scent. One, a little too familiar. He set Kokoro down gently, despite his irritation with her. He looked to Tyson now, and followed suit in picking the man up with his claws. He pulled Tyson close to the large nostrils on his face, and took a very deep breath. Shaking his head, the vampire grunted. Then, to everyone's surprise--especially Brendan's--the vampire began to laugh. A sinister smile crossed his face, as the enormous being stared into Tyson's soul (if you can call it that). And he saw what he could only be his slightly distant cousin.

"I thought I smelled demon lord," he said with a chuckle. "Mephisto," he said raising his head away from Tyson now. "How long has it been? Eighty? One hundred thousand years? You still cling to boys like this?" he joked.

"Father!" Brendan interrupted. The giant turned his attention to the puny vampire below him, his every motion shaking the castle. "You know these people!?" To the monster's surprise, he looked down to see Sabien, nearly dead, with Brendan holding him in his arms. "Is this the blood I've tasted!?" he roared.

"Yes! And it is by the hands of that man!" Brendan said pointing his tail to Tyson, who was still dangling in the claws of the vampire. Before the giant could unleash his unholy wrath upon Tyson, a whisper caught his colossal ears. It was Kokoro.

"I--I know you," she said still trembling. "I've read about you. I-I-I've heard stories. You--"

The giant dropped Tyson, and lowered himself so that he could look Kokoro in the face. And with a soft, but commanding voice, he said, "I am Vladimir Lacusta. The last of the Legendary Vampires. And you," he said standing up straight. "Are intruders in my home. You have spilled the blood of my children, and show no respect to your superior race. And for your crimes, you shall be punished."

Sahill Cathedral, 8B [iGT: 9:00 p.m.]

The deeper she went into the Cathedral, Morgan would find the levels of magic surrounding it became stronger as she progressed. And before her very eyes the walls of the bottom floor of the Cathedral would literally come to life. Eyes popped open inside of the wall, blinking, twitching, watching her as she moved. The walls were covered in a putrid green slime, and they were cold to the touch. But the walls weren't still at all. They were actually moving. Sliding back and forth rapidly, grinding, squishing, sloshing about as corpses melded into them from the floor beneath. As Morgan got closer to the Cathedral's center, the walls began to whisper and moan. Souls cried out for salvation, and others threw slurs and curses at Morgan as she passed. What Morgan did not know, however, was that the path she walked now--though exciting for her--was not of her own will. The magic that weighed down on her was so powerful that her very brain was being manipulated to walk forward. Slowly, she moved, until she reached what appeared to be room lit with pale blue lighting, and an undertone of death.

The room widened as she entered, circling in wards and rounding a bubbling pool of what could be described as 'limb stew'. It reeked, badly, smelling of fecal matter, mold, must, and death. Body parts dropped from high above and splashed into the pool of green liquid, splashing the scalding hot liquid onto the stone floor beside it. Morgan was being drawn forth, as the moving walls slowly came to a crawl, and eventually stopped moving altogether. As she stepped out of the long, damp tunnel of body parts, Morgan entered a chamber who's walls were entirely black. These walls were in fact non-existent, but it would take a touch of them to actually know this. In fact, if Morgan were to touch these walls, she would find that her hand would disappear, but not be removed from her body. These walls led to a path she could not cross. And if she attempted to cross this path, she would suffer excruciating pain, or perhaps even be killed.

The green ooze that bubbled in the middle of this area also had strange effects on those who touched it. Placing even a finger in this ooze--this ectoplasm--would send anyone into a state of shock, as their worst nightmares were relived in unrelenting succession. Their very dreams would manifest before them, in the shape and forms of danger with a goal only to destroy the one who summoned them.

But finally, besides these various dangers, two rounded staircases led shortly up to a stone brick platform, which held a throne. The throne was made of bones, and in it, sat a very, very large skeleton. On the skeleton sat a cracked crown, belonging only to a king. His flesh-less skull being held up right by his bony right hand, as the left drooped lazily over the throne's arm. Beside him, two suits of iron armor sat motionless, wielding large halberds and battle flags in decorative red and gold coloring. And as Morgan approached, she began unwillingly climbing the stairs. Her presence in the throne room stirred the dead King, his guards suddenly coming to life.

BGM: Artorias the Abysswalker

The suits of armor lowered their halberds immediately, blocking passage to the King. But now, the King waved a hand, barely moving in his seat. The suits of armor lowered their weapons, becoming motionless once again. With a wheeze in his voice, the King slowly turned his head to Morgan, anguish on his tongue. "I've no desire for visitors," he said simply. "Leave me," he commanded. At his every word did the throne room shake, and Morgan found herself now alone with Mad King Pol.

And eight floors above Morgan, Dirk was having a magical time of his own. He emptied two clips at the Warlock. However, being made of mostly bones, most of the bullets literally passed right through the creature. With a confused turn of its head, the Warlock continued its assault on Dirk as he reloaded. Tossing the two femurs into the air, the Warlock lobbed two blobs of dark magical energies at the action hero, proceeding to catch the femurs immediately afterwards. Slowly the blobs eased towards Dirk, bobbing up and down as if they were in water. The orbs tracked Dirk, following his every move, even if he were to back away. They would dissipate over time, but no time soon. Unfortunately for the Warlock, as it caught the falling femurs, two bullets did manage to hit the creature in its rib cage, shattering it completely, and causing its body to temporarily collapse. The Warlock toppled over, but not before launching the two large femurs at Dirk as well, in an attempt to force him backwards. The Warlock was buying itself time to rebuild its body, and send Dirk downstairs, one way or another.

And as it rebuilt itself, the Warlock slammed a bony fist into the floor, summoning a horde of skeleton minions to his aid as well. Dirk was quickly being overrun. His path was blocked by the Warlock and his friends, and the skeleton party goers were quickly finding weapons in which to dispatch the hero before them. He could likely blow through them, but not before the Warlock would piece itself back together. And soon, with enough of its own skeleton minions, the Warlock could build itself an entirely new body. A second Warlock. Dirk's other escape route was immediately behind him. A staircase that seemed to lead down endlessly. But to where?

Oxfield Scrapyard [iGT 9:30 p.m.]

Frigid had snatched up Fate, and they had managed to trek across the Scrapyard and make their way to the almost empty center of the Scrapyard, just above the grinder. Frigid had to be careful carrying around this girl. The large pair of scissors she had been wielding freaked him out. Tossing the girl and her weapon over the sealed pit of the grinder, Frigid began to walk away. "Watch her!" he ordered. And at that, six spotlights clunked to life, beaming down on her. Several dozen more Metalheads had joined the fray, the sound of more car doors closing in the distance. They immediately circled the center of the Scrapyard, taking a knee. When Frigid vanished behind several piles of scrap metal, another figure replaced him. He was about six inches taller, much more well built, and his armor was painted steel and red, with stripes on the left side, a skull and cross bones, and a black visor. This was Murdock. Behind him, a lumbering came, as two giants, even taller than the six feet, two inches of Murdock, rounded the corner. These giants were made entirely of iron, their faces being simple drilled holes for eyes and ears, and nothing more. They were eight feet tall, weighed five tons, and were forcefully decorated by iron spikes, and dragged around balls and chains also made of iron. One of the giants looked down to Murdock, and back up to Fate. It whined, as if pleading for help.

"Shut up!" he ordered. The creature silenced itself immediately. Murdock looked around carefully, his hands behind his back. "Where the hell are these clowns? Someone get me the Tyrant!" he yelled to no one in particular. Several Metalheads stood up, and scrambled away immediately to fulfill Murdock's order. And within minutes, a team of men in lab coats were ushered into the center of the Scrapfield, just beside Fate. "Well?" Murdock asked impatiently.

"It's ready, Mr. Murdock, sir," one of them said nervously.

BGM: Sir Alonne

That's when things became more uncertain. An even larger rumble, probably twice as harsh as before the first iron giants showed their faces, came quaking behind Fate and the team of scientists who had just shown up. It was so large, that one of the taller piles of scrap metal toppled over, killing six Metalheads immediately. And accompanying it was a metal whine, followed by a rust colored foot that shook the ground beneath them all. This too was an iron giant. Or, more accurately, and Iron Tyrant. Formed by taking the physically harvested souls of the Iron Giants, and melding their iron together to form a one-hundred foot Tyrant. It was being unwillingly strung along by enormous chains, held by a dozen Metalheads on either arm.

The Tyrant towered over even the scrap piles. Making its way by stepping over Fate, the Tyrant approached Murdock. Raising a hand, Murdock attempted to halt the Tyrant. With unexpected success, Murdock smiled, as the Tyrant lowered its large body to allow Murdock to see its face. The Tyrant, unlike its brothers, had an almost full face. It had similar drill holes for eyes and ears, but a large clamp obscured the top and bottom of the creatures face, like a claw shaped mask. Murdock was proud to see his creation, a smug smile crossing his face. "Good. Good!" he said excitedly. He moved around the Tyrant, carefully observing it. He circled it, and stopped as he got a look at this remaining men behind him. "Well? Aren't you impressed!?" he said throwing up a proud fist. The Metalheads cheered in reply, applauding Murdock's efforts. Murdock took the time to shake the individual hands of the four scientists that had managed to bring his project to life.

"Well done boys," he said with a smile, standing just beside Fate. "Well done. But I think we're all excited to see what he can really do, aren't we?"

The scientists nodded in agreement. "Of course Mr. Murdock! After all of this time, I'm sure I can speak safely for my team and say, we're very interested in what the creature is capable of."

Murdock nodded, turning around back to the Tyrant. But he needed a name. "Hey! Big guy!" The Tyrant slowly turned around, careful not to step on anyone or crush anything. It looked down at Murdock still, waiting for a reply. "You need a name," he said slowly. The Tyrant remained motionless, in anticipation of receiving his designated title. "I think I'll call you, Gyro. Yeah. Gyro."

Mumbling could be heard in the background coming from the Metalheads.

"Gyro? That's kind of a stupid name." "Why the hell did he pick Gyro?" "What's a Gyro?" "What are we doing guys?" "Is anyone else hungry?" "MAN THE HATCHES! BARREL DOWN THE--"

"Shut up! No one asked you clowns," Murdock barked over his shoulder. Looking back up to Gyro now, he gave the Tyrant its first order. "Gyro!" The Tyrant continued staring at Murdock, who pointed a finger to the scientists standing beside Fate. "Kill."

"What!? Are you mad!?" one of the shrieked.

Gyro raised its head, and the claws above and below his face came to a meeting point, forming a protective and rather dangerous looking mask over the Tyrant's face. And in a metallic and almost human reply, the Tyrant replied to Murdock. "Understood." The dagger like eyes in Gyro's face that took the place of his own eyes glowed red, as he raised one giant foot, and crashed it down beside fate, splattering the four scientists instantly.

Shan'ri Temple [iGT 8:30 p.m.]

Nori and Zyg's actions up until this point had proven to be very lackluster in regards to the temple itself. The grounds were neutral, and they had managed to avoid the very lethal exploding flies over the course of their short brawl. However, one of them had made a very grave mistake. As Nori removed the head of a protective stone shell of a statue of a goose, she caused the left side of the temple to collapse in the process. In doing so, she awoke a creature so frightening, so malicious, and so territorial, that even a raptor could not compare. What happened after the temple collapsed, could only be described as the most bizarre sequences of events in a person's life. A shattering of stone could be heard behind Zyg and Nori, as a plume of feathers and rubble spewed into the air. And accompanying this chaos, was a very loud, obnoxious, and seemingly out of place, honking.

Two extremely large geese--just shy of the sizes of the statues they were encased in, shook of the rubble from their bodies, and greeted each other. They were easily discernible from one another, as one had a heart shaped scar on it's left breast, and the other a jagged black lightning bolt over its right eye. These geese were known as Dim & Sum. Dim being the black lightning scarred male, and Sum being the more lovely and heartbreaking female. They were brother and sister, and they had been long since sealed inside those stone prisons. Greeting each other with a close embrace, they ignored Zyg and Nori for now, only briefly interrupting occasionally with a loud honk.

What was odd about this interaction, was the response of the koi fish which reacted as Dim & Sum were freed. The colors on these fish glowed brightly, as if responding positively to the presence of these geese. In addition to the koi fish, were the sudden changes to the Ottopis Maggots, and the sudden multiplication of Zen flies. They began to give birth, rapidly. And many Ottopis Maggots grew into adult hood and transformed themselves into Zen flies, creating an intense, rapid chain of life that seemed to spread like wildfires. The number of explosive Ottopis maggots had tripled at the rebirth of Dim & Sum, causing the battle field to become that much more dangerous.

And as Dim & Sum remained embraced, a magical bubble began to surround them, forming a protective barrier from outside harm. It seemed that Dim & Sum would be there for some time, turning the Shan'ri Temple into a minefield at no expense of their own. As time went on, the number of Ottopis maggots would greatly increase, until Dim & Sum were ready, or interrupted.

Valley of Souls [iGT 8:40 p.m.]

The saliva trail continued on for some distance, weaving in and around corners of the enormous head of the creature in which two unsuspecting people lurked. Noya turned around, feeling eyes on the back of her head. But these were not eyes she was sensing. Just as she turned, she witnessed an obscenely large, scaly tail slither into a large gaping hole in the walls of the arena. She froze in place, unsure of what was on the other end of that tail, and where it was going. She would unknowingly be safe for some short amount of time. What slithered proudly about the Valley of Souls as it claimed to protect its inhabitants, was a very old creature, long told about in story books and word of mouth. And word has it, this monster loved the taste of males.

She could smell him on the other side of the head of the long dead behemoth. Slithering in and out of the various tunnels she herself had created, the snake-like creature hunted down the one she hungered for most. A smile crossed her face as she drew nearer to an unsuspecting Robert Eschalotte. And before he would notice it, she came crashing through the thick bone wall with excitement. A crazed laugh escaped her as she leaned her large upper body over Robert, drooling onto his shoulder. This was Epitome.

She wasn't all snake, but her lower half was. Her torso was all woman (for the most part). Her eyes were a crimson red, drawing attention away from her completely bare chest. She had slender arms, but the power behind them was not to be underestimated. And on the ends of those arms were hands with ten inch nails, stronger than steel. Her ears were tall, spiked, and flipped on the outside of her hair gracefully. But the most alarming thing about Epitome was her hair. It wasn't hair. It was a series of hundreds upon hundreds of smaller snakes, about a quarter of her size. With that in mind, the snakes in her hair that compared to her were ten to twenty feet in size on average, with the largest of two snakes being thirty feet long, dangling on the side of her head.

From tail end to her head, Epitome was more than one hundred and twenty feet long, as she wrapped just the very end of her tail around Robert.

"You're kind of cute," she said with a hiss. "I'm going to ssssssssavor you for a while." Epitome bared her fangs, using her gentle hands but dangerous nails to raise Robert's head to look at her.

Decadence Forest [iGT 10:40 p.m.]

Camille had been both fortunate and unfortunate, as he stumbled upon an injured leopard. It was a young male, whose leg was broken and ribs had been damaged. The leopard was in pain, a low, agonized whine coming from it. The whine was well known by the forest, attracting twelve tiny eyes to Camille's location. A flutter of wings would catch his attention, as the eyes made their way out of the trees, shrubs, and bushes of the forest. Six Wood Nymphs surrounded Camille, floating pleasantly around him. They presented no immediate danger, but to see them was still slightly unsettling. They were all female, wearing tiny skirts and halter tops. Their voices squeaked, and their giggles resonated. "Are you lost?" they asked in harmony, observing Camille carefully.

Suddenly, the Nymphs gasped. In Camille's arms was a well known, and well loved, young leopard. "You've found Calvin!" they squeaked. "You must bring him home! Yes! Home!" they said buzzing about rapidly. The Nymphs used their party to take the shape of an arrow, in an attempt to guide Camille to Calvin's home. "Hey! Listen!" they said suddenly. Calvin had begun to snarl, not comfortable being around the Wood Nymphs. The Nymphs, who adored Calvin, never understood why he hated them so, but it would have been wise to trust Calvin. He rolled his head just a bit, attempting to lick Camille's hand. Something concerned the young leopard, striking a nerve with him. Was it the pain he was in or something more?

And on the other side of the forest, Nero had managed to stir up a hornet's nest. A large leopard, larger than any other in the forest, pounced out of the brush from where she was hiding. She was about eight feet tall, and weighed about nine hundred pounds. Snarling, she carefully circled Nero, her senses alerted to the danger this man presented.

Though she did not know what he was, she knew she did not like him. She bared her teeth at Nero, still circling the demon. Her name was Libra, and she was the mother leopard of the forest. She had been more than patient, with no reaction from the man that passively threatened her. Taking her chances, Libra leaped, and pounced onto Nero, pinning him to the ground. She roared at him. Libra was not willing to admit she was only protecting her cubs, as four infant leopards peered around a brush to observe their mother in combat.

Cavern of Sirens [iGT 8:40 p.m.]

Ublik was caught in surprise, as the dragon-boy before him stopped his stomp in mid flight. He was picked up and thrown backwards, only to be met by a burst of magical fire that washed over his crystal armor. His armor cracked, barely withstanding the force of the fire, in addition to being met by a very powerful blade to his back. Ublik's momentum caused him to fly farther than perceived, and much faster as well. In the end, the ghoul glanced off of Saul's blade, and crashed down behind him with great force. The resulting crash caused a sudden gale of wind, tossing Saul over and sending him sliding just beside Elspire. This caused Elspire to trip, sending both combatants to the ground.

Ublik used his blade to stand to his feet, and came barreling down towards the duo. His axe became engulfed in a blue hue, as Ublik roared. In unison, his ghouls also roared, raising their axes towards their champion. The smaller ghouls also had their axes glow, magic spewing forth from the individual ghouls. The magic took the form of beams of blue light, exiting the blades of the ghouls, and forming an impact center just above Elspire and Saul's heads.

As Ublik got closer, he jumped claiming the now fully formed sphere of magic that came from the ghouls who supported him. This magic was drained from the actual lives of his ghouls, and upon claiming it, killed his supporters. Landing behind Elspire and Saul, Ublik slammed his axe against the upper walls of the cavern, causing a cave in to block off the entrance from which Saul and Elspire had come from, and trapping them with Ublik in the open clearing of the Cavern. And now, with magic billowing outwards from Ublik, he went back on the offensive. Starting with a burst of lightning from his own mouth, which Elspire would recognize. The difference would be apparent right away. This lightning was purple, resembling the crystals of which were still barely protecting Ublik.

In addition, the lightning would have twice the impact and twice the radius of Elspire's Roar of the Lightning Dragon.

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · July 9, 2015

As Morgan made her way deeper into the depths of the Cathedral she felt an excitement that grew stronger and stronger. Her heart raced as she went down, exploring this den of evil magic. A chill passed over her, a thrilling chill, a thrilling chill that could kill. Morgan giggled at the direction her thoughts went, then focused more on her environment.
She gave a wink towards the walls once she realized they were literally watching her as she glided forward on her broom. She had no qualms with being watched, even if it was walls that were doing the watching. She’d be sure to put on a good show for them.
“Oh hush, you should be happy to get to see someone as great as I.” Morgan said in response to the rude noises coming from the walls. She put on a brave face but even one with a lich for a father couldn’t help but be unnerved by this. If she wasn’t so interested in the magic of it all she might not be faring so well.

The limb stew was certainly unappealing, however, no matter how interested one was in the darker side of magic. “How primitive.” She scoffed. “Soo last century.” Despite her bluster and attitude, Morgan made sure to avoid getting too close. Especially when the liquid splashed out of it. “Nuh uh, you know how much these boots cost?” she muttered before moving on.

She was glad to be away from the corpse decor. It was nice every once in a while but it wasn’t quite her style. This dark room, however... Morgan put a hand up and through the false wall for a few moments before pulling it back. “Now this is more like it. Nice and clean, but spooky, I approve.” She nodded at the non-wall and continued farther. “Not gonna catch me with that though, not in a million years.” She paused at the bubbling ooze, staring into its depths for several long moments.
“This magic...it’s...” She shook her head, she couldn’t dwell on it. She could tell the danger the ooze presented, and she knew enough to avoid it. In the back of her mind, a small part of her questioned if she was prepared for whatever lay at the end of this journey. But she had come this far, she HAD to find out...

And what she found excited her farther. A throne of bone, something she herself was always tempted to get, and upon it a skeleton. She was fondly reminded of Mr. Bonejangles for a brief moment. At first glance it seemed unimpressive, besides its size, but Morgan’s experience told her this was something much more than that. She smiled wide and moved forward, eager to meet whoever this was.
She gave the suits of armor a withering glare as they tried to stop her. “Well excuse you." Of course they didn’t react but it was the principle of the matter.
And then the king, this bag of bones, had the nerve to tell her to leave?

Morgan put a hand on her hip and raised one eyebrow at the undead man. “And why would I do that, you pile of dusty bone? You have a really nice place here and I couldn’t help but to take a peek at who owned it. And anyway, I think you should be happy to have visitors.” Morgan gestured around her. “This place doesn’t have much in the way of entertainment, and I'd bet dumb and dumber there aren’t good conversationalists, I’d be bored outta my mind if I...” She paused and grinned cheekily at him. “Oooh right, MAD king, of course. You already lost your marbles. Excuse me then, we haven't been properly introduced. Morgan Reaperson, the best damn witch this side of anything.”
Morgan ended her statement by hopping off her broom and giving an exaggerated curtsey. She then prepared herself mentally for what would come. She wasn’t a complete fool, she could feel the power she was dealing with here. But if it were to come to a fight she’d rather enter it full of sass than anything else.

Cam was so focused on not focusing on the animal in his hands that he jumped a bit when the Nymphs (for what else could they be?) made their appearance. They were a strange sight, but refreshingly not animal-like. One could even consider them cute actually. “I’ve never seen anything like you...oh, no I’m not los...” His response was interrupted as the group noticed the leopard in Cam’s arms.

Evidently his name was Calvin, there was something almost familiar about that name but Cam couldn’t place it. They seemed adamant about Camille bringing him to his home, which they so kindly pointed out, and Cam was about to head in that direction when a sound stopped him, and his heart, for a moment.

The beast in his arms let out a snarl. Upon hearing it Cam froze up, certain it was about to show its true colors and attack him. But no, instead it...licked his hand. Camille would usually be running at this moment. Maybe it was because he was in a battle-ready mode but...no that couldn’t be it. At least not the only thing.

For the first time since a long time ago, a time before his accident that he only vaguely remembered, Camille felt a sort of affection for an animal. A protective, almost parental, feeling welling up inside of him. "Um...I'm not sure he...wants to go there with you." Cam braced himself. "I-I don't mean to be rude but he doesn't seem very...happy to see you, w-what are you going to do if I follow you?" Camille took a couple steps back, watching the Nymphs warily.

Maeriberii Haan · July 9, 2015

The mother leopard was, frankly, really damn heavy. And Nero experienced all that weight in person as the mother leopard pinned him to the ground all of the sudden. It was clear that it didn't really like his presence there, but Nero was definitely not going to just lie down there as the mother leopard was right on top of him like that. Nero was never someone to like being in the bottom when it comes to things like this, and no matter whether it was with a human or a leopard, no way he would be the submissive one in this play. Even with his arms being locked by the leopard, by doing a hand signal Nero summoned several chains made of flower that grabbed the leopard on its abdomen, lifting it slowly away from him just enough for Nero to start moving his arms once more. He was going to flip over the mother leopard so he could be on top this time, but decided against it since it would just make the milking process awkward. With that in his mind, Nero summoned several more chains to bind the mother leopard so that it wouldn't hurt him or itself in the process as the chains continued to lift it up and up, until Nero had a comfortable position to find its teats and start milking the mother. Not wasting any time after he located the teats, Nero brought up the bottles and started to play around with those teats, first to arouse it, probably. Admittedly Nero had little knowledge in milking animals, but he was confident enough that his way would work.

"Now, let's play with these bountiful jugs of yours for a bit for a bit."

"Well, that was slightly messier than I thought."

With some scratchmarks on his body and clothing, Nero escaped the area as fast as he could with the bottle of milk required by Hobbes to make the antidote with. While his expression didn't really show it, Nero's pride was the one most hurt after the act. It was probably the first time someone was not really satisfied by his service. The fact that it was a leopard didn't matter. As he started to walk back to the shack in the middle of the arena, Nero made a mental note. Next time he did it with a giant cat, just skip the milking process.

"Ugh...that's not it. Why am I thinking about it anyway?"

Casting away those thoughts, Nero started to actually get on his way back, wondering whether Camille had been successful with his errand along the way.

Arisu was not amused

Getting jumped at and tied by the metalheads without getting a chance to resist the attempt, she right now was being watched closely by the metalheads that remained, as the others had captured her opponent and brought her somewhere. And...she was definitely not really amused with the fact that she was facing the stripper of all people, and the sheer audacity of her indecent clothing coupled with lacking figure did really make Arisu's blood boil in annoyance. However, she did find solace in imagining on what kind of things would probably be done to that stripper girl at wherever the metalheads brought her to. Imagining her barely there clothing disappearing in that way was admittedly pretty amusing to Arisu, and since that girl had screwed her plan with that wrench, Arisu couldn't really pity her, if at all.

Though, there was that chance of Arisu experiencing the same fate, and that prospect did sound ugly as hell. As much as Arisu tried to ignore anything that her body experienced due to being a lich, all the sensation was still pretty much real to her. It was pretty much one of the reasons she didn't construct a plan that intentionally had herself getting killed off multiple times. As tempting as the idea of supplying a virtually unlimited ammunition of suicide bombers like that, Arisu didn't really like the pain, even if she did have some degrees of tolerance to it.

Arisu sighed. She looked at her captors, and decided that she'd need to escape. Thankfully they didn't do anything to the grenades she hid under her clothing and around her body. Arisu pondered whether that stripper would die due to the end result of getting dragged by the metalheads or not, and whether she should just stall until the stripper was dead or not, but at the last moment decided to follow the direction where the metalheads dragged her to, since it would probably be amusing to see what kind of things would be done to that brat this time.

With that in her mind, Arisu started to utter several words, and in almost an instant, she had established her illusory world around her. The first illusion she created was that of a cloud of smoke, that obscured her figure for enough time to burn the ropes tying down her hands and feet. The sudden cloud of smoke of course surprised the nearby metalheads, and for that reason, as she rushed into a nearby hiding position after grabbing her submachine gun from the pile of garbage, she then conjured an illusion of herself in the same tied down position as before, and gave that illusion a bit more mass using her magic enough to be interactable. Watching from around fifteen meters away as the illusory version of her was getting beaten up by the metalheads, Arisu chuckled slightly before she pulled a flash-bang grenade from behind her shirt.

"See you all later, suckers."

Now walking around the direction where she noticed that the stripper was dragged to, Arisu pondered a bit about the probable location where she would be brought to. She had explored the complex during the four-hour recess early on, and would probably had memorized the important-looking landmarks there, hopefully. She knew that the metalheads were probably chasing her down right now, but she couldn't really care about them. At this point, they'd be walking to their deaths if they dared to cross her. Then, Arisu heard a ruckus going on from not too far away from her current position, and her curiosity took control of her as she decided to check it out.

Seeing spotlights, a hella lot of metalheads, and that stripper brat at the middle of the thing, Arisu could barely contain her laughter as she stumbled on the scene. She decided to just watch the thing unfolded from behind a hiding position, included when the gigantic iron giant thing appeared on the scene, all without the intention to help Fate escape her probably nasty fate.

"Heh, this ought to be amusing. I doubt that little body of hers would last even a second against the giant."

Dad · July 11, 2015

WARNING. THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS RATED M FOR VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND NUDITY. PARENTAL DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

A robotic voice chimed over the various streams, before they aired. With more than fifty million viewers, Gerald had managed to capture the world's attention. Again. He smiled, as the announcers highlighted the early hours of the match. Spread across several satellite streams, it seemed that the most prominently viewed stream was that of Lacusta Castle, with twenty million viewers alone. In second, scores of people watched the intense battle of the half-dragon and the ancient Titan, in the Cavern of Sirens; a score count of fifteen million viewers. Closely behind Cavern of Sirens, five million people tuned in to the dreary setting of Sahill Cathedral, to watch Morgan approach a Skeleton King, and to see Dirk do battle with an undead champion Warlock. Nearing the Sahill Cathedral stream, two and a half million viewers watched Arisu and Fate scramble for their lives in the Oxfield Scrapyard. An equivalent number of viewers gazed into the wonder of the Shan'ri temple, as they watched a Utah Raptor and a magical girl engage each other in mortal kombat, while being stared down upon by . . giant magical geese?

Two million people marveled at the size of a great ancient snake named Epitome, as she coiled around her victim in the Valley of Souls. Another two million suck--er, patrons--enjoyed the spectacle of Nero and Camille as they carefully but strategically searched for a cure for a dangerous epidemic that could halt their battle. And lastly, one million people stared impatiently, confused even, as El Dorado's battle ended the fastest.

This was satisfactory. Truth be told, Gerald had expected a much smaller count of viewers online, but this was surprisingly pleasing. Beside him, Steph watched each individual monitor carefully, observing the different fiascoes that were occurring. " Did you know of this?" she inquired, referring to things like Dim & Sum, Vladimir, and the Mad King Pol. Even for Steph, some of these creatures were a surprise to see.

Gerald nodded innocently. "If knew of a half-dragon, a vampire, and an ancient Titan, than creatures like Dim & Sum, and mad men like Murdock, shouldn't come as a surprise," he said scratching his own beard. "And how do you believe the games will end?" Steph asked softly. She leaned in close to Gerald, sitting on his lap now. Gerald smiled, a sinister look quietly overcoming his small face.

"In the end," he said looking at his own open palm, flipping it over and over. "Nothing they do matters. The matches will end, and I'll be a tad bit richer. Some will make it, some won't. And we'll do it over again next year. Entertainment is sparse, after all." Patting the metallic aquamarine creature on the head, Gerald dismissed Steph, as he folded up his legs in his black leather chair. The enormous doors to his office bolted shut, several beeps and clicks coming immediately after them.

VCR_CAT · July 13, 2015

Saul: Cavern of Sirens

Saul felt the weight of Ublik as the creature glanced off his blade; landing further behind him and causing a massive gust of air. While Saul was ready to force himself forwards, he wasn't quite ready for this level of force. Grimacing as he slid at a rapid speed towards Elspire, Saul's higher center of gravity worked against him as he fell backwards as he skidded to a halt near Elspire. Gripping his blade, Saul forced himself to his feet, but wasn't immediately taking off Elspire's head despite having the opportunity. To dispatch of an opponent while he's down like this would be incredibly dishonorable. Besides, from what he could tell of this Ublik, he himself would be at a bit of a disadvantage; and either way he needed to survive.

"On your feet, child," Saul's voice rumbled low as he kept his voice down, keeping an eye both on Elspire and Ublik. However, there was no time for idle chit-chat as Ublik already unleashed Elspire's own attack right back at him. So that's what the armor did. Dodging out of the way, Saul gripped his sword as it glowed an angry red, facing off against the cold blue of Ublik. From Ublik's left side, Saul brought his mighty blade down in vertical strike with as much strength as he could muster, which is still quite a frickin' lot.

Dirk Frickin' Rider: Sahill Cathedral - All Basements

"Alright," Dirk said, reloading his pistol as the ~15mm shots didn't do as much as he would helped, "This is officially too spooky for me." Looking at the skeletons taking form, Dirk glanced at the circular staircase behind him. Railings. Perfect. Come to think of it, these stairs all kind of sucked, didn't they. Well, there was always the flashy way of dealing with a lot of enemies at once. In reflex at the flying femurs, Dirk manifested a brilliant, blue shield of solid light. The bones glanced off the shield; which flashed brilliantly as the force of the femurs impacted against the light. The skeleton army was steadily advancing; Dirk just needed as many of them on the top of the stairwell as possible. Gripping his shield, Dirk smiled at the skeletons.

"Hey boneheads, if you want me, you better come and get me!" Dirk said, his arms wide as the skeletons poured into the room. Before the first one could hit him, Dirk mounted his shield and leaped onto the railing of the stairwell; a stream of neon brilliance left in his wake as his light shield slid down the sairwell's railing. As he rounded once, Dirk aimed his pistol and unloaded a full clip of explosive rounds into the ceiling above him, or rather, the floor below the skeletons, as he slid past and continued to spiral down the staircase; picking up speed. If his crash through the stairwell earlier had taught him anything, it's that these skeletons might end up falling down several flights of stairs in rubble.

Mr. Hyde · July 13, 2015

Elspire Ferdinand

The next thing he knew, Elspire had fallen to the ground. The man that had been fighting him earlier had appeared by his side, and must've been the one to topple him over! The man seemed to say something as he got up, but Elspire was in no mood to listen to the giant man. He roared angrily directly at Saul, his rage towards him was very great, and Elspire thought of tearing the man limb from limb. His thoughts were interrupted when Ublik's minions had suddenly been drained of all their life force, their leader Ublik claiming it all for himself. Forgetting completely about Saul, Eslpire roared at Ublik this time. Although his opponent was right next to him, Ublik was a much painful thorn in his dragon hide.

Ublik had jumped behind the awkward duo as he shattered the roof of the cave, sealing off their only exit. Ublik then shot an attack from his mouth, an attack that oddly resembled Elspire's Roar of the Lightning Dragon. Seeing Ublik copy his attack enraged him even further than he had previously been! The attack seemed stronger too.

Saul had dodged the attack completely and went for a slash against the great ghoul. Elspire decided to stand in the path of the Lightning, and opened his own mouth. Instead of releasing his own Roar of the Lightning Dragon to counter this one, Elspire simply waited for the attack to enter his mouth, drooling with anticipation. The attack was completely absorbed into his mouth, as he swallowed and licked his lizard lips. With a sigh signaling that the meal was rather tasty, Elspire's yellow lightning had now turned purple. He was reinvigorated with the powerful blast that Ublik had expelled. It was a good thing it was lightning, or else Elspire wouldn't be able to manifest any other magical element as well.

Both of his opponents were in range...but his last breath attack hadn't worked as well...now was the time for physical force! The purple lightning engulfed Elspire, as he shot towards both Ublik and Saul, sticking his arms out wide. The idea was to clothesline his two opponents with his gargantuan arms. It was the most brilliant thought Elspire would be able to make in this form.

Zyg 0001

As Nori taunted the Raptor, stones could be heard shattering in the background. Zyg's senses had been redirected from Nori to the random feathers falling from the sky, and then the loud....bird like noises coming from where the temple had previously stood. As two large geese emerged from the stone statues that had been destroyed by Nori, the rest of the battlefield sprung to life. A biological boom as one of his fellow scientist might say.

"More magic i suppose....this magic will be the death of me!" Zyg snorted in annoyance.

As he finished his sentence, the buzzing in the air became echoed and numerous. Zen flies had started appearing like crazy. Its as if the presence of the two obnoxious birds had affected their battlefield. The maggots that acted as landmines had also increased due to production from Zen Flies. The temple grounds had become infested with bombs! Zyg shot his laser to thin out some of the horde of living landmines, but it was meaningless unless he also targeted the Zen Flies. The Zen Flies were numerous and airborne...it would take more precision than Zyg's laser could have..not to mention the recharge rate of his laser to respawn rate of Zen Flies was drastically moving apart.

Zyg noticed a wave of maggots appear behind Nori. Would he let his battle end this way, with his opponent being overrun by insects and exploded upon numerous times. No....that wasn't the way to earn a victory. Calculating his trajectory and angle, Zyg pounced beside Nori and gripped her firmly with his unheated claws. He then jumped again, this time landing in front of the Swan's, who were now encased in some sort of *sigh* magical bubble. Zyg turned to Nori and yelped.

"Nori...are you able to use that attack that you used on me to hinder me from using my laser the first time? That ability seems rather helpful when dealing with these airborne bomb ships....I would be rather grateful as well if you didn't slice off my head....It seems we're in for a long fight, so i'd rather not have you or I do it alone..."

Zyg turned towards the Goose bubble and started tapping on it with his claws. Maybe it'd annoy them to the point as to where he might get some answers as to what was currently happening.

Hälō · July 14, 2015

Lacusta Castle, 1F, Torture Chamber

"Are intruders in my home. You have spilled the blood of my children, and show no respect to your superior race. And for your crimes, you shall be punished."

“I’m guessing that’s my cue!” A weary smirk formed on Tyson’s face as he watched the massive vampire stand up straight. Truth be told; there was a very big chance that he was biting off more then he can chew in this fight, but he’d be damned if he went out without at least bringing the big bastard down a few pegs.

“Ripper, Vladimir has been sleeping ages… If you had any chance in hell to defeat him, it would be at this very moment.” Mephisto's voice was deadly serous. “I’ll formulate a way to permanently subdue him. Do try your best to not die before I’m finished…”

“Got it.” Tyson grunted before moving to Kokoro’s side, and drawing his Desert Eagle. The man moved with a confidence, and did his best to maintain eye contact with Vladimir even as he addressed the half vampire; if he was scared, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. “I’m not calling for a truce or anything. But what do ya say we keep the bullets flying in their direction for the time being?” He inhaled deeply, taking as much air in as possible; to everyone in the room it would look as he was sighing. “At least until I can put down Big Red…”

Suddenly, before Kokoro could respond, Tyson cocked his shoulders back and inhaled once again, this time leaning forward and exhaling a large jet of Hell fire towards the massive vampires face in an attempt to obstruct it’s vision. But he wasn’t done there though, not by a long shot.

Shifting his gaze towards the four lesser vampires, Tyson swiftly twisted his head to the right, causing the flames to travel across the room and wash over them briefly before suddenly vanishing. Using the fire as a distraction, Tyson then leaped backwards while tossing Mephisto’s chain towards on of the banisters on the upper floor. The demonic chain coiled itself around banister with unnatural speed, and instantly began retracting its extended links; reeling Tyson in along with them.

Placing his right had on the guardrail, Tyson effortlessly flipped over on to the castle’s second floor, raising his gun towards Vladimir as he did so. “Hey big guy!" As spoke, Tyson’s pistol began to glow with a mystical flame. “Smile for me…” The halls of the castle were suddenly filled with series of thunderous cracks, as Tyson let loose four flaming shots from his Desert Eagle. Vladimir was about to learn the joy of having two 50 caliber hollow pointed silver bullets blasted into each of his eyes.

Oxfield Scrapyard

Fate watched silently as the massive iron abomination raised its foot in preparation for its attack on the scientist. As she did so, she subtly slipped her hand into the pouch that held her smoke bombs and flashbangs, while simultaneously changing her magitech gear to the appropriate settings. She’d only get one shot at this…

Waiting until the Gyro’s foot was only moments from crushing the man next to her, Fate grabbed her sheers and leaped into the air allowing the shock wave from the impact to carry her tiny body. As she sailed to the right, the young assassin tossed one of her marble sized flash bangs directly towards the man in the red armor, intent on hitting him square in the chest. “It will be difficult to control that monster with your senses disabled."

Bringing herself to a sliding halt only inches from one of the surrounding Metalheads, Fate skillfully dodged under his attempt to shatter he skull with a crowbar, before responding with a swift kick to the man’s crotch and a surprisingly powerful upper cut that sent him flying backwards.

Unfortunately though, she didn’t have time to end the man’s life; the girl was well aware that it would only take moments for the men that weren’t blinded by her flashbang to be on her. Reaching back into the pouch at her thigh, Fate draw smoke bomb as fast as she could, before smashing it at her feet and releasing a cloud of dense magical smoke that began to spread itself across area.

Satisfied that she had managed to level the playing field, Fate switch over to thermal vision and readied herself for the next phase of the battle, being sure to be extra weary of the giant cool signature that could only be Gyro.

Dad · July 21, 2015

Oxfield Scrapyard

Gyro had smashed and splattered the frightened scientists under his massive foot, as instructed. As he did so, the girl beside the now smeared remains leaped high, and wide away from Gyro, making a rather stylish escape. She had tossed out a tiny, marble like weapon that Murdock did not recognize, and as a result, the flashbang temporarily blinded him, causing Gyro to temporarily look around wearily, in wait for his orders. And in the middle of this, the Metalheads, the lot of them, couldn't help but laugh. Murdock was truly embarrassed. After all they had given him, instead of offering their loyalty, their support, their lives, they dared to embarrass Murdock!? He had had enough. Waiting for his vision to clear, Murdock went into a blind rage, intent on "killing that little jabroni! Gyro!" he roared. The Tyrant turned around to face his master, quickly rotating in place. "You have new orders! You will kill everyone here! EVERYONE EXCEPT ME! KILL THEM ALL!!" he said still reeling from the flashbang.

The Metalheads looked up in shock.

"Boss, what are you saying!?"

"Why would he--!?"

"I'll teach them to embarrass me! GOONS AREN'T HARD TO FIND!" In a fit of unwarranted rage. You see, the Metalheads weren't laughing at Murdock. Their sense of humor was much more warped. They had been laughing at the splattered and mushed scientists' last moments, finding their rather brutal but instantaneous deaths to be quite hilarious. But all Murdock heard was laughter. And now, Gyro was unleashing his metal storm on everyone in range. Murdock didn't need to control the Tyrant. He only needed to stay out of its way. "Flee, you fools! Or feel the might of my creation!" Gyro, who knew this was false, paid only attention to his given commands. Unleashing the full potential of his iron might, Gyro's large shoulders expanded upwards, before an enormous flap opened on either of them.

This revealed long, iron rods sticking out of Gyro's shoulders now. Each rod was launched into the air, and came crashing down to form a circle around the immediate area. Then, the rods began to glow. An intense, electro magnetic field began to pulse out of the rods, and connect their way around the Grinder, trapping Fate and Arisu in the area, and effectively cutting the arena size by seventy-five percent. And now, standing back, Gyro ripped apart the covering of the Grinder below him, and stuck his hand inside of it.

The machine had been off, but if it had already been on, it would have been useless to Gyro. Instead, the Tyrant was growing more intelligent by the second, pulling the Grinder out of the ground, and flipping it over, turning it into an enormous drill bit. What remained was but a hollow pit fall of about two hundred feet. And with little effort, Gyro began to weld the drill onto his right arm, proudly displaying it into the air. This was Gyro's drill. The drill that would pierce the. . . Metalheads. They began to run about frantically, but with little to nowhere to go. And somewhere nearby, Fate and Arius were hiding. Gyro began to kick over the enormous scrap metal piles, and toppled them over onto the Metalheads. He spun the drill on his arm, and began dicing the Metalheads to bits. Their blood flung wildly over Gyro's drill and throughout the now shrunken scrapyard.

Some of the Metalheads grew desperate, thinking they could willfully jump through the electromagnetic field that had risen from the iron rods around them. But upon seeing others being instantly fried on contact, some of them thought twice. And now, in an attempt to stop Gyro and Murdock, the Metalheads began to turn. "We kill Murdock, and Gyro will leave us be right!? Right!?"

How bold.

Murdock's vision had returned, and the glorious sight of Gyro's impending victory pleased him. And now, drawing a sawed-off shotgun from his back holster, and a replica in the opposite hand, Gyro urged his men to come forward. "Come on boys! Let's enjoy the carnage!"

Lacusta Castle

How insulting. Bullets? Silver bullets? Fire? What did he think this was? The 1960s? Vladimir mused as the rather acrobatic Tyson flipped away and leaped over the guardrails behind him. He inhaled the flames that Tyson spewed, stopping them from even reaching Brendan or the others. Vladimir snorted, as he recognized the taste of these flames. "Ahh. Hellfire. As pleasant as I remember," he said reminiscing. He laughed heartily as the bullets harmlessly deflected off of his skin, and rattled to the floor below. Vladimir put his enormous face to Tyson, and posed a question. "What kinds of vampires have you fought, boy? Because I'm not that kind of vampire." Effortlessly, he swiped the staircase beneath Tyson, causing it to collapse below him and the balcony following. Brendan marveled at his father's power. What kind of Vampire was Lord Vladimir? Vladimir turned around, facing Brendan and his other children. "And this whelp gave you trouble? This sin covered trash, nearly killed my son?" He sounded angry. Very angry. Turning his attention to Brendan, Vladimir breathed a thick, heavy smog over the four of his children. "You disappoint me, Brendan. But we'll come to that later. Right now, you will deal with the half-ling," he said, directing Brendan to Kokoro. "Get that filth out of my sight," he commanded. Brendan bowed at the sheer pressure of his father's words. Raising his head, a quick, "yes father" escaped the much smaller Vampire, who blinked away, and reappeared before Kokoro.

Sabien now lay there, still on the verge of death, with no care in Vladimir's eyes. He was too busy being agitated with intruders. "Adrianna."

"Father?" she asked, frightened.

"Tend to your brother. If he dies, so will you."

"Father, I--"

"Do as I command!" he roared, sending Adrianna flying. She barely recovered, nearly slamming head first into the cold stone wall behind her. Without a word, she flew over to Sabien, and picked him up, flying back into what remained to the Torture Chambers. Arora, still fearing for her life, carefully looked her father in the eyes. At this, Vladimir smiled. Arora was his favorite. "My dear daughter, Arora," he said standing up straight again. "Come. You will fight by my side as we crush this fly," he said now turning around to the rubble that buried Tyson. "Two against two will be fun." Vladimir began sifting through the rubble, as Arora flew atop his enormous right shoulder and waited for the impatient hunter to move.

And meanwhile, Kokoro had her hands full, Brendan baring down on her every second. She couldn't keep up. He was just too quick for her. Even with her honed senses as a vampire, she didn't come close to matching Brendan. She found herself on the ground more often than not, barely rolling away or shuffling backwards to avoid taking any more damage from the kicks and claws of the vampire before her. Kokoro began to grow irritated. How dare she be labeled as a half-ling!? Because she didn't come from some damned spoiled blood line!? "Ugh, this is bullshit!" she said getting to her feet. Brendan hadn't said much, but scoffed at her frustration. "Your emotions are wrecking your combat flow."

"Who asked you!?" she screamed. Brendan shot daggers at the girl with eyes, as he vanished again. Kokoro prepared herself, in an attempt to block the next incoming strike. She could feel it coming, and Kokoro instinctively ducked. To his surprise, Brendan had been left open as his talons narrowly missed Kokoro's head. He had attempted to decapitate her in one blow, but he had failed. "She saw me coming?" he wondered. Kokoro responded with an uppercut from hell, but Brendan had already registered the situation in his head, and blocked it with his free hand. But he didn't expect a momentum kick, Kokoro using the force of her uppercut to rise just a bit more and kick Brendan squarely in the chin, sending him backwards, reeling.

"Come on ya fuckin' tomato. I'm gonna gut 'cha." Kokoro bared her claws, and dove at Brendan, who met her in the air with his own claws outstretched.

Sahill Cathedral

The King sat up right, sensing another presence drawing very near to him, even as this loud mouthed whelp dared to challenge his authority. Opening the palm of his hand, an obscenely large mace began to materialize in his hand. It was longer than the entirety of his ten foot body, measuring in at twelve feet exactly. It writhed with magic, being coated in a magical blue aura. Then, Mad King began to stand up right, pieces of his own armor coming to aid him. A breastplate, leggings, shoulder guards, and heavy armored gloves adorned him, each piece being a sinister, almost startling black, and being accompanied by gold strands which drew out marks of his kingdom across the armor itself. Upon standing, the king's knights stood at attention, as Pol drove the bottom of his staff into the stubborn brick beneath him. And above, a cool Dirk would find the stairway in which he slid on would begin to unravel, forming instead a rather bumpy and unsightly chute which would drop him on his bottom directly beside Morgan.

"I have no time to entertain guests," he said, delusional. Before him, were not just enemies of the throne, but those of the long forgotten Yeldran Empire. An enemy to the Ilingyard Kingdom in which Pol ruled. "Return to your land, messengers. I will have no quarrel with you. Be rid of them, my servants," he said directing his knights to begin their assault on Morgan and Dirk. And that they did.

Swinging their long halberds back and forth skillfully, the knights jumped, one behind the other at Morgan and Dirk. The tallest knight, who's halberd was painted red, began to swing his weapon faster, brandishing powerful magical flames around him. This knight was Saturn of the Burning Hillside. And beside him, the second knight pointed its halberd daringly, inches from Morgan's face, as magical wisps began to pour out from his weapon, and dropping the temperature around her rapidly. This knight was Opal of the Frozen Tundra. And together they formed the near impenetrable defense that protected the Mad King Pol. And as Morgan and Dirk would soon discover, the Knights alone were much more pesky than Pol himself, though they did not measure up to even a quarter of his own strength.

The wisps which emitted from Opal's weapon were incredibly fast, and they surrounded Morgan on all sides. There were a total of ten wisps, all of them intangible. They quickly sank beneath Morgan, into the ground, creating a frost patch beneath her of solid black ice. And the longer she stood in it, the more quickly she would find herself unable to move. And opposite Morgan was Dirk, who's battle became heated much faster than Morgan's own.

The fire that billowed forth towards him was very intelligent. It would follow his every move. And no volley of bullets would be powerful enough to make it through this intensity of heat without being melted. With the left side of this underground chamber being slowly encased in ice, and the other being engulfed in flame, Pol stood silently as his power radiated and the ground beneath him became swallowed in shadow.

Decadence Forest

"I-I don't mean to be rude but he doesn't seem very...happy to see you, w-what are you going to do if I follow you?"

The Nymphs gave each other a reaffirming stare. As if to say, "do what must be done" or something along those lines. Calvin had always been wary of the wood Nymphs. Their behavior was secretly erratic, startling, and quite frankly, they were the next most dangerous creature in all of Decadence Forest, putting even leopards to shame. But the more Calvin pleaded with Camille, the more the Nymphs grew desperate. They weren't much for fighting however. The Nymphs were quick to give up, tossing away the clever scheme they had planned because Calvin happened to meet with an adventurer. Typical.

"Do?"

"What are we going to do?"

"There's something you should know about Nymphs."

"What we do."

"Is none."

"Of your concern."

"We prefer to do things. . ."

"In private. Away from eyes, and strangers, like you."

The fact of the matter was, the Nymphs had taken Calvin from Hobbes some days ago. Hobbes knew this, but in his old age it was difficult for him to combat the Nymphs magic. And in desperation, he purposely "lost" some of the ingredients needed for Blood Moth bites. Why? Well . . .

Calvin's growls grew more desperate. He could feel the evil intentions of the Wood Nymphs, but he couldn't communicate it properly. And by the time Camille realized it, he was being moved against his will. The Wood Nymphs had been devising a plan to be rid of both Calvin and Hobbes, and now where Camille stood, was right where they needed him to be. This was the place they had attempted to lure Hobbes to, this place covered by magic which was camouflaged into the forest. This den. Palea's den. She had many names--Broodmother, Blood Queen, Lady of the Hive--but she was a jabroni none the less. Initially, she had been a driving force behind Hobbes work in the forest, but over many years she developed a rather keen jealousy of his relationship with other creatures. And suddenly, with Calvin in the picture, Hobbes had no time for Palea anymore. In fact, they had grown distant, and it was Palea who turned to the Wood Nymphs for help in her devious scheme to be rid of Calvin and Hobbes, and reclaim the forest as her own.

And as Calvin was magically snatched from Camille's arms, Camille was dropped down into what initially appeared to be a brush of leaves and twigs. In fact, the Wood Nymphs had just dropped Camille directly atop one of Palea's many hives, crushing some of her children, and causing their toxic blood to run from the crumbled bits of the hive. And now, hundreds upon thousands of blood moths began to rush out of the nearby hives, spilling out into the air and pluming upwards in a dangerous formation. And as the Wood Nymphs laughed with triumph, a shrill cry could be heard throughout the forest. Camille, who was nearest this cry, could only watch in shock as Blood Moth more than hundreds of times larger than an average moth, began to gnaw her way out of the ground. Her wings shook off dirt and dust, as and her feelers buzzed incredibly loudly. Her head alone was big enough to bite Camille in two. And if Camille were to look closely, he could see that there was a much smaller mouth inside of Palea's mouth, and it was covered in blood. A bite from this second mouth would cause immediate paralyzing effects, and an upstart in the Blood Moth's poisonous bite.

And meanwhile, Calvin whined loudly, drawing attention from more nearby leopard's, pleading for someone to help him.

Cavern of Sirens

A frontal assault? From both parties? There was no room for the Ghoul to dodge either, being as large as he was. Being clotheslined--somehow, despite the absurd height difference--hurt a whole hell of a lot. There was massive power behind the assault from this half-dragon. Whatever he was packing had enough punch to finally break Ublik's dragon hide armor, and expose his fleshy chest. Ublik kicked to his feet, embarrassed and enraged at this berserk like attack that had managed to topple him. Ublik, being the simple Ghoul that he was, became nearly defeated just at losing his precious armor. The magical properties it held that had enhanced him were now cut by more than eighty percent. But he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Ublik went into an almost tantrum like ruckus, slamming his axe about wildly. But his axe was so heavy, that it managed to cause tremors in the cave, and threatened to collapse the entirety of this center--directly above Elspire and Saul--atop of the three of them.

There were approximately fifty tons of rock just above their heads. If they did manage to survive it, there was no telling what the damage would cause. That is of course, if Ublik were to continue creating these massive tremors. Ublik stood up, still slamming his axe against the cavern floor, as the tremors grew in size. Now, with his free hand, he took the scraps that remained of his dragon hide armor, and crushed it into dust. The dust swirled around Ublik, and slowly began to take the shape of a transparent bubble, much like an egg. If Ublik's shell completed itself, the chances of the resulting cavern collapsing and killing him would be reduced to one percent. The same may not be said for Saul and Elspire.

Golden Gate Hotel

There was a series of cheers, jeers, hisses, and boos, from without the entirety of the hotel. Even so, Gerald continued to watch the various displays from his rather comfortable seat. Then, a buzz from the intercom in his room surprised him just a bit.

"Gerald," said a soft feminine voice. It was Steph.

"Steph dear, what is it? I was watching the brawling, and what have you."

"Well, sir, I hate to interrupt. It's just that--well there's a rather important guest here for you. He--er--she--they say that you, 'requested' them? I'm not sure what to make of it."

"Have the guards gone over this scrupulous person?"

"They have sir," she said matter-of-factly. "They mentioned you by name."

Gerald perused his thoughts, trying to recall missing someone. Had he misplaced a member? He glanced over the memory of the initial trials and there hadn't been--wait. Who was that? Hiding among the bodies!? Clever girl. No wait, they're getting up. Well, all the other contestants are already gone! What to make of it?

"Send them in. It's alright."

"Shall I accompany you, Gerald?" Steph asked, cautiously.

"No, no, it's quite alright. This one seemed to slip past me is all."

Steph nodded to herself, before replying, "Yes sir," to the intercom. Pressing a heavy button, several locks and large metal doors clicked, clanged, buzzed, and slid out of view as Gerald emerged from his typical cold, dark office. And there before him, a suit of armor. It appeared to be feminine, but you can never be to sure with these types. Ah, but he knew already. Didn't he?

"Ah, you!" he said excited, shaking the armored hand. "You must be Sar'jes. You gave me the slip for a while there. I'd honestly forgotten you were among us until now. But, you're here, and that's what matters!" Gerald turned down a western corridor, leading to an executive elevator. "Take the fast way up. I'll have you sorted in to the next round quickly. I'd put you in now, but, well, the juicy bits are already under way!" he said with a smile. "Steph. See to it our guest is comfortable. Oh, you'll find your room on the top floor of the Eastern Tower! Everything should be prepared specifically to your liking!" he called as he now stepped back into his office. Sar'jes would find herself now on the lobby level of the hotel, free to browse about as she liked, until the next round of battles commenced.

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · July 21, 2015

“Oh puuuhlease. Blah blah blah blah.” Morgan was worried, but she wasn’t about to show this freak that. No matter how big his mace was “Over-compensating much?". No matter how many freaky knights he threw at her.
Morgan glanced to the side as her opponent dropped beside her and said, “Can you believe this guy? Totally not the proper way to address a lady such as myself.” She wasn’t able to say much more before the battle began.

The knight before her had some kind of ice magic, good thing Morgan had brought her warmer dress this time. “Yes, I see, nice metal stick." she said in response to the knight shoving the thing in her face. She grinned widely as she felt the magic stir. It was pretty impressive for a armored buffoon.

As for the slippery floor...Morgan stuck her tongue out at the simpleton knight and hopped onto her broom. “Nice try fool, can’t slip this girl up.” Morgan floated backwards several feet, summoning up a trio of flaming skulls. “Let’s see how long it takes before you melt. Bring it, you frigid b****.” With the taunt she launched the flaming skulls straight at the knight, two towards her chest and the third at her legs. While these skulls approached the knight, Morgan began yet another spell. If anyone payed any attention they could hear the stirring of the roots above them, waiting to crash through the ceiling.

Camille tilted her head at the strange response from the Nymphs. He wasn’t sure what kind of things they would be doing in private, but he worried they didn’t understand his question. Before he could even begin to ask again he was forcibly relocated. Magic was the only explanation, something that Camille never understood and couldn’t easily combat.

They took the leopard away from him, which arose in him a conflicted feeling of concern and relief. Concern for its well-being but a shameful relief at the animal being out of sight.

He landed in a brush pile...and a strange crunching noise sounded under him. He couldn’t be concerned what was under him, however, as things began to swarm above him. Moths. Animals, but insects. Camille was lucky that insects didn’t trigger his fear nearly as bad. His life would be made impossible if he ran in terror from every fly.

But the creature that came next was more terrible than any other insect he had ever come across. This was the one they were worried about, and he was facing her without the antidote. Camille got to his feet as the thing made its way out of the ground.
This was the important moment. Fight or flight, it had to be decided now. He could attack while it was still freeing itself from the earth, and hopefully do enough damage....
Calvin’s whine decided for him. If he didn’t get out, the...animal would be in great danger.

Camille took aim at the moth with his left arm. A motion that would look ridiculous to anyone watching. That is until the arm transformed into a cylindrical tube with a hole at the end. From that hole Cam shot a small orb of electricity at the giant moth. This was his Mega Buster, the first and so far only version which Camille called the Stun Buster. It would, as the name implies, stun the moth for a brief moment.
Without looking to see if it connected, the robo-maid took off in the direction of the Nymphs. He activated his camo, which would make him harder to see for a few short minutes. Hopefully it would make getting to Calvin easier. He pumped his legs as fast as they could go, and once he got near, leapt towards the wounded leopard, planning on grabbing him and continuing his run in one motion.

(Camille's part to be added later)

VCR_CAT · July 22, 2015

Saul: Cavern of Sirens

Saul's blade slashed away at Ublik's armor; angry red scars left on the surface of the diamond-hard armor, but little damage had been made. Unfortunately, Saul had little time to curse under his breath as he spotted Elspire foolishly running in to take them both out. With no time to think, Saul used Zaphkiel's Strength, blinking away in a small whirlwind of flames, and appearing 10 feet behind Elspire in another flash of flames as the boy took out the ghoul. Saul could feel the momentary rush of strength and power this ability gave him, along with a small wave of disappointment that this power couldn't be used to take down either of his opponents in that hit. Wasted magic. But, not a stupid move. Saul watched as Elspire was able to take down the ghoul and severely damage his armor. which could've been me.

The fight wasn't over yet, however. Ublik proceeded to use his strength and rage to start a cave in. With the exits blocked, and nowhere to go besides that arena, Saul sprinted for the walls of the chamber they were in; dodging rocks as they impacted around him. Right now, the most immediate threat was the collapsing ceiling; not Ublik and not Elspire. Whatever happened between those two was their business; staying alive was most important right now. As a rock threatened to crush Saul and end his tournament right there, Saul brought his blade into an upward swing and cleaved the stone in two; the two halves collapsing beside him with a loud crash.

Not like this. I need to live.

I need to end this tournament.

Dirk Rider: Sahill Cathedral - Basement the 8th

Dirk sidded in his light shield into the main chamber with a bright flash of brilliance as the shield dissipated; landing him on his rear beside his opponent and in front of a king with his two knights. The king was saying something; Dirk wasn't paying too much attention to whatever was being said by the king. Morgan had already started talking to Dirk like they weren't fighting or whatever.

"I know right? Didn't even buy you a drink yet," Dirk responded; brushing himself off as he stood up and spotting the King materialize a mace in his hand. "Hey, I can do that too!"

As the knights attacked both Dirk and Morgan, Dirk heard Morgan's little joke as he began dodging the flame that was going after him. "Hey good one. But this little dance is gettin' a little too hot for me." Dirk skirted and dove for the ice on the floor; sliding across as the flames would probably intervene in the ice attacks and cause some trouble for the other knight. "What say we all chill out before things get too heated, huh?" All he needed was a chance to get his gun out and pull off a few shots. The knights should be no problem; there was no way plate armor could withstand 15mm explosive rounds. Materializing two bucklers on either wrist, Dirk made sure to shield himself from the sheer heat of this... homing fire as he dashed into the ice territory.

"But man, these are same crazy special effects! Great job with the pyrotechnics, Robot-Skeleton-King!" Dirk shouted out; still thinking that everything he's seen in the cathedral so far has been special effects and not magic.

Maeriberii Haan · July 23, 2015

"...Damn it."

It only took 5 minutes before everything went to the figurative hell. Just when Arisu felt that she was going to be a firsthand witness of her long awaited encounter with a live display of giant robot-human mating, Etheria used a flashbang to give her room to escape, and what happened next was the robot going mad due to the red one's order and...did a lot of things.

But basically right now she's stuck in the electromagnetized arena alongside Fate, with a bunch of homicidal maniacs fighting each other. On top of all of this was the giant robot, Gyro, who was wielding a drill that Arisu really wished could just pierce Fate's heavens and leave her alone so she could pass this round. At first she was just going to go funk it all and latch into the robot or Fate and explode so she could revive, but that would hurt too much and Arisu was not even sure that it'd kill Fate or Gyro. If it didn't kill either, then her situation would be worse. And she couldn't just wait for Gyro to handle Fate too, since the arena shift had screwed up her hiding spot.

"funk this, funk you Murdock, funk your metalheads, funk your shitty factory, and most of all, funk you Gyro!"

Utterly getting pissed off with her current predicament, she left her hiding spot to confront the mecha head-on. Before the giant could attack her, Arisu fired off several successive blasts of lightning towards the mecha's limb joints, all while she started to move rapidly to avoid the giant's attacking range, before throwing a cooked-off hand grenade to Murdock's position.

"Happy birthday, you dick."

Hälō · July 23, 2015

Lacusta Castle

“Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!” Tyson’s shouts could be heard from under the rubble, as Vladimir began shifting through the remains of the staircase that been used to crush the hunter. Suddenly, as the massive red hand neared the center of the rubble; the heap of stone erupted into a massive pillar of searing hellfire that sent debris flying everywhere are is it shot up towards the roof of the building, destroying several of the supports that had belonged to the upper floors.

Now standing in smoldering crater, a battered Tyson glared up at his opposition; small pieces of rubble raining from the wound he had inflicted on the ancient structure that had become their battleground. The man’s body seem to be producing mass amounts of heat, so much so that the very air around him began to warp and bend.

“Sin covered trash?!” The man spat, as he raised his pistol up towards Vladimir’s face once more. “I’ll show you f***ing trash…” As be spoke, Tyson’s Desert eagle became enveloped in the same mystical flame that had been veiled in only a few moments before, but instead of firing off more rounds at the hulking tyrant as expected; the man shifted his gaze to the left just in time to catch Kokoro and Brendan preparing to engage in another clash.

The air was once again filled with four thunderous cracks, as The Ripper blasted a barrage of flaming rounds towards Brendon moments before him and Kokoro met. Not bothering to wait to see if his attack connected, Tyson hastily took advantage of the distraction, and used Mephisto’s chain to lift himself up to the what remained of castle’s third; letting lose another series of flaming shots towards Arora’s direction as he ascended. Though this may have appeared to an attack intended for the she-vampire, Tyson’s true intention was to further damage the supports that she hovered in front of, and he took extra care to allow a few bullets to hit their mark without ruining the illusion of an attack.

Landing on the the ruined thrird floor with a roll, the hunter tossed Mephisto’s chain up towards the ceiling above Vladimir’s head; wrapping it around one of it’s shattered ornaments, and causing even more debris to begin raining down. Then without warning, he broke off into a sprint in anticipation of Vladimir’s counter attack, the chain extending to it’s limits as he pushed farther and farther away, the man’s destination: the side of the room opposite of the supports he had destroyed with his flame pillar. Tyson’s mind was working on overdrive now, and his battle sense and hunter instincts had completely taken him over. This was the man that the supernatural world once feared. This was the The Ripper at work…

“YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT YOUR ASS ASLEEP!” Tyson roar he suddenly pivoted around, gripping Mephisto’s chain with tightly with both hands and sending a wave of hellfire speeding across it’s extended links only to collided with the ceiling, serving to further destroy it’s already weakened supports. Gripping Mephisto’s chain with all his might, Tyson then used every ounce of his supernatural strength to bring the upper levels of the castle crashing down on Vladimir. “DO YOU KNOW WHO THE f*** I AM?! DONT YOU EVER UNDERESTIMATE ME!"

Oxfield Scrapyard

Fate couldn’t believe how quickly the situation had escalated. In only a matter seconds: Gyro had gone a complete rampage, and the meatheads had turned on their leader. Unfortunately though, her problems didn’t even end there… No, that would be too easy. The figurative cherry on top of course, was the fact that her and her opponent were both now trapped inside some kind of electromagnetic field, which served to as the tent for this bloody three ring circus.

Speaking of her opponent… Fate shifted her gaze to were she had last sighted the other girls heat signature, slightly embarrassed that she had taken her sights of her target due to the sudden eruption of carnage.

“f*** this, f*** you Murdock, f*** your metalheads, f*** your shitty factory, and most of all, f*** you Gyro!"

“Hm?” Fight tilted her head in confusion. She watched as Arisu made a reckless attempt to confront Gyro head on with a barrage of elemental magic, before tossing a grenade towards Murdock. Had she lost her sanity??

"Happy birthday, you dick."

“You fool!” Fate growled before rocketing out of the cloud of smoke that had served as her cover, using her immense speed to effortless weave through a small group of metal heads and close the gap between her and Murdock before Arisu’s grenade could hit the ground. “If he dies, there will be nobody to control that monster…” Fate thought to herself as she slammed into Murdock’s blind spot with the handle of her sheers, using the momentum she had gathered to compensate for the frailty of her form, in an attempt to knock the man away from the danger.

Bringing herself to a sliding halt by quickly thrusting the blade of the sheers into the ground, Fate elegantly allowed her tiny frame to be further carried by the momentum of her last attack, lifting her off the ground. Fate then loosened her grip on her weapon ever so slightly; causing the young assassin to begin to spin around the handle of her massive sheers. Finally, in a display of masterful acrobatic skill, she intercepted the grenade moments before it met it’s target by hitting it was a round house kick that sent the live explosive flying towards Gyro.

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