[Nexus] The Blood-Pits

[UncleWolf]

Contrary to the name, the Blood-Pit itself has been built in an "abandoned" warehouse next to the River that gives Riverside its name and didn't actually involve a pit. In reality, the warehouse and the others next to it weren't abandoned, simply bought out by a certain masked organization in Eastside. The previous owners wouldn't be willing to say as much however, having been bought off too well to ever care about speaking such secretive things.

Not to mention that if they spoke, they'd probably find their own skulls added to the four piles inside the largest of the buildings.

The four piles of skulls, each one marked with a stripe of blood across the forehead, pointed in the four cardinal directions. Not all of the skulls were human, but each of them were real, trophies of a warrior's battles on a thousand worlds. On top the North Offering sat a throne of iron and red velvet. It lacked any other decoration, but the owner of the piece needed nothing to separate her from any of the masses since all the trophies of the room had been collected by her.

The East, West, and South Offerings carried only torches, but they were bright enough to illuminate the rest of the chamber, revealing the bleachers set around the circle etched into the concrete of the floor. In the center of the circle, where dozens of other small grooves in the floor linked, sat a shallow hole, an iron chalice sitting within.

Even as people entered the building towards Midnight, the designated time of the start of the fights, the Hostess strode towards the middle. Bellan was a tall figure, over 8ft, and rapier sharp in appearance with skin as pale as arctic ice. Her cruel smile revealed razored teeth and she throws her head back with a bloody thirsty roar, causing her pair of golden ram horns to gleam in the light. Her twin tails sway excitedly behind her as a pair of large ogre like creatures charge at her from the sides, getting ready to swing their massive hammers in unison, aiming to kill the Daemon-Queen.

Her motions seem to almost defy watchers' eyes as her right arm blurs to meet first one hammer, then the other. Instead of a hand, her arm is covered in wrought iron and bronze, ending in a long twin-bladed sword that crackles with chaotic energies. Even as the hammer heads fly through the air, severed from the shafts, she spins in place, going low and disembowels her opponents with an ease that shows her high level of skill. The two ogres fall to the ground, blood pouring even as she spins again, severing first one arm from each, then the other, and finally their heads as if she were merely making a gruesome puzzle to be put together again. Many of the observers cheer at the sight of her afterward, her Naval Captain's uniform covered in fresh blood, complimenting the deep red and silver of the design.

Her head held high, Bellan walked to the shallow hole to pull out the now blood-filled chalice and rose it high.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" She shouts with bloodlust before tilting her head back and drinking the sacrifice.

When finished, she sets the chalice back and doesn't bother wiping her mouth before going to the North Offering and taking her place on her Iron Throne. Crossing one leg on top of the other, she gestures with her blade towards the audience.

The games have begun.

Contestants:

[Earl of Purple]

There's an ogre here. He's unarmed, though he's wearing a pair of incredibly large, spiked gauntlets, heavy steel boots, and spiked metal plates on his elbows, knees and shoulders. He's also wearing a pair of simple trousers. When asked, he'll give his name as Neoguts Thunderboots.

[Halae]

Sitting against a wall is a figure in a cloak. The cloak hides his body completely; face, back, legs, everything, as the cloak covers him from head to toe; the corss legged position, which can be inferred from how the cloak sits on his body, means he can hide the entirety of his form beneath it. Still, the massive hunch back is clear to see, and a single claymore, unsuited to his sitting position, lies across his lap still inside its scabbard.

Those who get a good look will only be able to see a pair of golden eyes looking out from within the hood, glowing in the darkness. He's not here to fight; merely to observe.

[Devixer]

Among, the crowd is a man in dark red clothing, his face concealed in the hood of a long cloak that conceals the blades on his back. He is unarmored, and sizing up each of the others here. If asked, he gives his name as Nicolau.

[BladeofObliviom]

In addition to the throngs of other combatants, Jacques is around here somewhere. He's certainly not the usual sort of berserker that Khorne would favor. In fact, his usual forte is more under Tzeentch, what with the whole "planning" aspect. Still, he's competent under fire and capable of outmatching virtually any mundane human in a fair fight.

Less mundane individuals are still up in the air, though.

[Earl of Purple]

Neoguts Thunderboots snorts at the apparent cowardice of those around him, everyone unwilling to go first. So with a few strides and some moderate pushing, he's standing in the arena waiting for somebody to challenge him.

[The Bushranger]

A silent, cloaked figure happenes to be leaning against another wall. Tall and slender, a hint of white hair peeking out from under the cloak, and the tip of a saber scabbard peeking out from beneath the cloak's hem.

[Lord Magtok]

A certain someone is fairly quick to meet Mr. Thunderguts. A thin man in a black suit without a word, a thought, or a care in the world. You might recognize him as Riverside's most prominent serial killer. You might also know of him through MURDER, the organization feared for employing that same murderous psychopathic bastard. He's got something of a rap sheet in Inside, prior to leaving the city for this one, and even killed a god of lightning once, just for kicks and giggles.

What Pumpkin, the gourd-headed slaughter golem drops into the ring, seemingly unarmed, but no less eager to kill someone than that smelly ogre is. His gloved hands are balled up into fists that lie dormant at his sides, fingers patiently waiting to be buried in eye sockets, palms anticipating the forced that would be required to snap the neck of a beast as large as Neoguts.

[Terumitsu]

Wearing a wide grin that betrayed her fangs, a fledgling stood at the edge of the engraved circle and was very nearly leaning over it as she watched the opening spectacle. While she was rather annoyed that this was a 'males only' competition, the side benefit of free food at least went a ways to assuage that. Still, watching would probably be fun all on its own so there was that as well.

Crouching and reaching out to grab one of the severed arms from a slain ogre, she soon had her incisors deeply embedded into the warm flesh. It wasn't quite as good as if it were from something that was still alive but it was still remarkably fresh and definitely more satisfying than her fare as of late. The arm wouldn't be discarded until it was a shriveled husk and even then that just meant that there was still a bit of marrow left in the bone. Really, given that it was a blood sport event, it was almost impossible to not expect at least a few vampires turning up. They might be hiding themselves a bit better than Ghoul was, though.

[Gnrlshrimp]

Amongst the many bloodthirsty spectators and combatants, there is...

A rather ordinary looking individual who doesn't seem at all excited or interested in what's going on.

He also looks like a tramp, dressed in ragged, torn clothing. And he's also smells rather unpleasant. His hair is messy and filthy, and the same could be said for his face...and his hands...and his appearance in general.

So, yeah, he's here, watching the fight.

Probably got lost while drunkenly staggering about on the streets, or something.

[happyturtle]

"Wow, look at all the people in hoods? How can they expect to see the show if they keep their faces covered like that?" Billie remarks. She's in the crowd, drinking a bottle of wine, and ready to cheer on the combatants. Though she likes fighting, the whole 'to the death' aspect blunts any enthusiasm she might have had for participating. She likes living.

But watching? Oh hell yes!

"BLOOOD!" she cheers, as a fight seems ready to start.

Billie is seated about midway between the fighting ring and the back wall. Anyone who wants could be seated nearby.

[The Bushranger]

[Spectators]

"So, I take it you're a fan of bloodsport?" asks a voice from a seat possibly near Billie, where it seems one O'Connell, Patty, High Priestess of Angela has taken a seat. She looks a bit less eager for blood, skull throne, etc., but equally intrigued to watch.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"Oh hell yeah!" Billie says. "Doesn't everyone?"

[The Bushranger]

[Mid-Stands]

"Well, I'd suspect the losers might not be the biggest fans of it," the raven-haired priestess says dryly, but her lips do turn up in a smirk. "For an event like this, though, even that might be worth it. You could say it's once in a lifetime."

Laughing quietly at her quip, Patty nods. "Patricia O'Connell," she introduces herself, not mentioning her profession.

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[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

Billie shrugs. "They wanna fight, they should be allowed to fight," she says. She takes the hand. "I'm Billie."

If Patty has magical senses that recognize a fellow priestess, she might notice a tingle of divinity around Billie, strongest around her earrings. But she might not. After all, this whole arena is devoted to a different god that neither woman worships.

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

Patty might well be able to tell something, particuarly with the shaking of hands.
"Well, I can certainly agree with you there. And it's good to meet you," she says, before raising an eyebrow. "Are you a cleric?"

...well, 'something' doesn't necessarily mean 'something right'...

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"A cleric? HA! Do I look like the sort of tomato to sit around a temple looking holy and healing people? No way, no how. What the horsefeathers made you think that?" Billie scoffs.

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

Patty blushes a little at her misconception.
"My apologies. It's just...well, I can sense divine magic, and that was my first presumption when I could tell you'd got some on yousensed a divine aura coming from you."

Of course, Billie might detect Patty's aura too...

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

Billie can't. She hasn't been a follower / concubine / prophetess / or whatever of Dionysus long enough to really have any abilities or any real sense of what her connection to him allows her.

Plus she's drunk.

"Oh that's Dionysus, the God of Free Love and Free Will! The God of Wine and Wantonness! Of Booze and Blackjack! Have you heard of Him? He sponsored a massive city-wide party here!" Billie speaks with all the fervour of a True Believer.

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

"Oh, that was him? I'd heard the rumours but hasdn't visited the city for some time," Patty says, getting a dissapointed look on her face. "Given that description, though, I get the feeling I missed quite the soiree."

She pauses, long enough to acquire a mug of ale from a passing vendor, then turns back to her somewhat sloshed companion. "I'd heard of Dionysus, but not in detail. I'm actually the High Priestess of Angela, Goddess of Lust," she explains, motioning to her holy symbol, a silver crescent moon strategically positioned on her necklace.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

The ogre smiles (a hideous site; his teeth aren't in the best of health) and takes a few small steps forward, dropping into a professional boxing stance. He'll make a quick jab at What Pumpkin's pumpkin, to gauge his opponent's reaction time and responses.

[McBish]

Another contestant arrives, a large man under a sopping wet cloak that drags on the ground behind him, tattered and worn, a faded dull black almost a gray. His hair is long and unruly as is his beard, he looks to be more of a bum then a fighter unless one looks at his body. He stands just under six and a half feet and is built like a well defined barrel. A body builder in a hobo costume, except he isn't wearing a wig or fake beard. Unlike the other homeless looking man here at the fights, he doesn't have too foul of an odor. Having just recently swam out of the river, having ditched the ship he had stowed away on.

His name is Herman.

Herman clinks and clangs a bit as he walks, various knives and short blades strapped onto him under the cloak, not really hidden from sight. One large blade on his belt, it looks to be a hunk of metal beaten into the shape of a sword. No real hilt, it doesn't look that sharp and it is covered in nicks and scrapes.

Herman finds a spot to watch the fights until he can join. He tends to sit rather hunched up hiding most of size under his cloak.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolai steps into the open, looking for a suitable first kill. He discards his cloak, revealing his face, partially concealed by what appears to be a respirator. His gaze lingers on Herman before he moves on. Two hookswords gleam on his back.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Oh hey look, Herman sees someone looking for a fight. Never one to disappoint Herman leaves the crowd to jump into the ring. He leaves his cloak on though he ties his hair back in a pony tail with a small piece of string. He looks over Nicolai and smiles.

"Hello. Ready?"

His hands start to drift inside his cloak.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"Never heard of her," Billie says. "Goddess of Lust? So do you work as a temple whore or something?"

Tact and Billie = not friends. :smallsigh:

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

A wild MISS MANNERS appears!
Miss Manners uses TACT on Billie!
It's NOT SUPER EFFECTIVE!

Patty looks more amused than offended. "Not exactly, no." If it was still Lunaria in charge, she might be. "More like...encouraging people to enjoy themselves, to press beyond their inhibitions, and not to be ashamed of themselves, their bodies, or their desires, as long as they cause no harm."

She takes a sip of the ale. It's (no doubt) very good ale.

"There's more to it than that, of course, but that's a good nutshell of it."


[Arena]

Meanwhile, the cloaked swordsman(?) steps away from the wall, slowly walking out into the middle of the arena, clearly seeking an opponent.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

"Are you?" Nicolau's voice is obviously muffled by his respirator, but it come through. He raises a single hand to the hilt of one of his hookswords and takes a defensive stance.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman grins and his hand stops moving so slowly, quickly drawing out one of the daggers he has on his body he throws it at Nicolau, testing to see how quickly his opponent can react.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"Sounds like a lot of work when you could just get them drunk," Billie says. She sees someone taking bets two rows down and leans down. "I'll put 50 gold on the pumpkin."

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

"Ah, but that could just be temporary until they sobered up, and they might well have regrets afterwards," Patty points out. "Not that a little wine doesn't hurt, of course. And I'll put 50 on the ogre." Just to be perverse!

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau's reaction is lightning-quick. In a flash, his hooksword is brought out to deflect the dagger. He starts to approach Herman, blade drawn and ready to parry. His other hooksword remains undrawn.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Ah good, fast reflexes time to play then. Two more daggers flash out are thrown at the man as Herman steps back keeping his distance from Nicolau for now.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Another swipe of his hooksword and Nicolau deflects both daggers thrown at him. He speeds up his approach while remaining ready to parry any attacks.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman grunts in annoyance as his daggers get knocked away so he draws his own battered sword and charges forward. He swings for Nicolau's head hoping to overpower his opponent. Keeping an eye on that other sword though, and keeping his other hand hidden in his cloak.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau catches Herman's sword by crouching a little and blocking his swing with the hook of his own blade. As he does this, his other hand goes to the hilt of his other hooksword. He's stronger than his physique and respirator make him look, and is able to keep from being overpowered.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman will lash out with kick towards Nicolau's knee. Meanwhile he will raise his sword up and smash it back down hoping to wear the man out.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau's knee is hit by a kick. He feels it, but remains stable. As Herman raises his sword. Nicolau waits until the last moment to shift underneath the swing and unsheathe his second hooksword, and try to bring it down on his arm.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman takes a jump back out of range mid swing. He swings his sword around in his hand grinning at Nicolau. Seems he is pretty quick himself. He waits for Nicolau to attack.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau steps back and starts to circle around Herman, looking for a weak spot. He flops the blades in his hands fairly frequently.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman spins in place watching Nicolau. His left hand is still hidden beneath his cloak, though it seems less like a weakness and more like a hidden weapon in there. He seems light on his feat bouncing up and down always moving. Maybe he could take advantage of Herman being showy spinning of his sword.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau's eyes narrow before he makes his move. He feints to the right, and then goes left while swinging one of his hookswords upwards to try and catch Herman's sword, or maybe his wrist.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman's sword is caught, but he pulls out a short sword in his other hand going to stab at Nicolau.

[ThirdEmperor]

Stands

NEW CHALLENGER!

Amidst the growing crowd cheering and jeering on the bloodshed in the pits, a man takes to his feet. This isn't much to note, when dozens all around him have already abandoned their seats to shout and stomp and shake their fists, but when he draws a blade, that does get people's attention.

Alright, I think I'll take a shot! Who's for a fight then?!" The man roars, brandishing his rapier about in a blur of metal. He's a spry fellow, with a neatly trimmed little goatee of gold and a combed, slicked back mane of the same color, garbed in an overcoat of chain.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Situations like this are one of the reasons Nicolau started wielding two swords. He has the other one at the ready, and blocks the shortsword. At the same time, he tries to headbutt Herman, to stun him.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman almost goes for the headbutt himself but sees his opponent start and quickly ducks his chin hoping that it will mean Nicolau's soft nose hits the top of his hard skull.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Well, it would, but Nicolau's soft nose is covered by his not nearly as soft respirator, so that's what hits Herman's skull instead. As he hits, he steps back just once and tries to drive the edge of one of his hookswords upward into Herman's chest.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"Ah, but that could just be temporary until they sobered up, and they might well have regrets afterwards," Patty points out. "Not that a little wine doesn't hurt, of course. And I'll put 50 on the ogre." Just to be perverse!

Billie shakes her head. Patty's religion still seems too complicated.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Ah yes, that was quite silly of Herman to forget about. Well that smarts, as Nicolau takes a step back Herman does as well, and then leans back bending at the hip to try and avoid the hookblade coming at him. But he isn't quite quick enough, and while the many sharp objects strapped to him offer some protection, the blow still draws blood from the wound on his chest.

He tries to knock aside the mans blades with his large sword and drive his smaller sword into Nicolau, preferably somewhere near his lung.

[The Bushranger]

[Mid-Stands]


Billie shakes her head. Patty's religion still seems too complicated.

"So, what is it like following Dionysus?" Patty asks, steering the conversation perhaps back in a less complicated direction as she sips her ale.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau steps back once his hookswords are knocked aside, but he isn't fast enough to avoid the whole blow. Luckily, the light armor under his clothes keeps the blade from piercing a lung, but blood is certainly drawn.

As he realizes this, he changes his stance again, to one balanced between offends and defense. "Yes... Come for me..."

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman senses the change and takes a step back and drop kicks his short sword at Nicolau. It isn't as hard as it sounds, really it is more dropping the sword catching it with your foot and throwing it forward. A good juggler might nod figuring they could do that. It is a weird attack and has a good potential for doing no damage.

Herman staggers backwards though rubbing his head where he just got hit. A clever ruse, or maybe that just really hurt.

[happyturtle]

[Mid-Stands]



"So, what is it like following Dionysus?" Patty asks, steering the conversation perhaps back in a less complicated direction as she sips her ale.

"It's just one big party, all the time. Dionysus is amazing!" Billie gushes.

[The Bushranger]

[Mid-Stands]

"I get the feeling you're rather devout," Patty says with a chuckle. "And these are really good parties, I take it?"



[Arena]

The cloaked, rapier-wielding chap happens to still be circling the arena, considering potential opponents.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"I never had no use for religion before I met Dionysus, but then I did, and found out I've been living by his ideals all my life. He's amazing. And the party here in Riverside - it was the best week of my life." Billie gushes.

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

Patty smiles; Billie's enthuiasm is a bit infectious.
"I heard a lot about that...ah, party. Most reports described it more as a riot. But I guess that wasn't the case?"

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"I didn't see any riots. No violence at all, till some leech-lovers ambushed me and took me to Mosquito Manor. And they claimed I was the one causing trouble!" The indignity! :smallsigh:

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau easily deflects the drop-kicked short sword. He doesn't give Herman much time to rub his head. He rushes forward with his hookswords and tries to slash them both at his opponent's chest.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Aw, Herman was counting on surprise at getting a sword kicked at you might help him out. As Niolau comes at him again his hand whips out a chain with a heavy weight on the end flies out of his sleeve trying to wrap around Nicolau's neck.

He swings his large sword doing his best to block both blades, avoiding another wound on his chest but he is now bleeding from the arm hodling the chain.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Having a heavy chain around your neck certainly is not convenient. But rather than struggle and waste his strength, Nicolau sheathes one of his hookswords as quickly as he'd taken it out. He grabs the chain with his now-free hand and tries to pull at it to get Herman off his feet.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman is happy to be pulled in slashing with his sword as he tries to circle around the man.

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands


"I didn't see any riots. No violence at all, till some leech-lovers ambushed me and took me to Mosquito Manor. And they claimed I was the one causing trouble!" The indignity! :smallsigh:

"Ouch. I'm glad you got out alright. I trust things were...dealt with?" 'Permamently' is left unsaid but obvious in Patty's question. And she shivers at the mention of leeches and mosquitoes and tabanids, oh my!

[Ashen Lilies]

Hark! A new contestant approaches! Not in the grim sulk of shady grim grimness but in a proud swagger, right into ye ring yonder! Neither clothed is he in tattered rags or shadowy hoods... in fact, he's barely clothed at all! Only a thin white cloth wrapped around the waist serves to protect his *ahem* 'modesty' from flapping freely in the wind, held up by a wide armored belt around his abdomen. Elsewhere, naught but bare brown skin stretched tightly over a delightfully sculpted physique, lightly glazed in glistening oil for flavor.

Not entirely devoid of protective raiments is he, however. On the left leg and right arm, an armored greave, a sleeve of overlapping plates, both these things nestling snug on a nest of linen padding. And on his head, of course, the distinctive finned helm of the murmillo (slightly modified, of course, to allow for the slightly more than human head underneath) shines brightly with a burnished, bronzey gleam.

The taking-things-a-little-bit-too-literally gladiator thrusts his arms to the side, waving his scutum, left, thrusting his gladius, right, pointed arrowhead tail swishing to and fro as he lifts his head to the High Heavens as he proudly cries for
"AAAAAWWWWWWW YEEEEAAAAHHH."

Kal's having fun. :smallsmile:

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands


Mid-Stands



"Ouch. I'm glad you got out alright. I trust things were...dealt with?" 'Permamently' is left unsaid but obvious in Patty's question. And she shivers at the mention of leeches and mosquitoes and tabanids, oh my!

"Mhm. It was great." :smallsmile: Not really, since Dio was forced to yield, but the way Billie remembers it is that she was in trouble, and her God came Himself to rescue her. Then there was afterwards...

Billie comes out of her reverie when Kal makes his entrance.

"Oh HELL yeah! 100 gold on the hottie!"

[The Bushranger]

[Mid-Stands]

Patty smiles and nods, then the Kool-Aid Man'sKal's entrance makes her raise her eyebrow. He is pretty smokin'; hawt...

Or is that brimstone hot?

"Looks like somebody made a wrong turn on their way to the set of Gladiator," she observes with a broad grin. "150!"

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

The ogre smiles (a hideous site; his teeth aren't in the best of health) and takes a few small steps forward, dropping into a professional boxing stance. He'll make a quick jab at What Pumpkin's pumpkin, to gauge his opponent's reaction time and responses.

A small switchblade appears, withdrawn from the What's sleeve, flipped so that the blade points upwards and then swung towards the underside of the ogre's arm, all in one fluid motion. He has every intention of burying the blade in that limb, just past the gauntlet, and then abandoning the knife there. Our murderous gourd golem has plenty more where that came from, after all.

As for the jab itself, it connects easily enough, as our pumpkin fellow was too occupied with his own counter-attack to worry about his own health. The punch is too soft of a blow to destroy What's head, but it definitely puts a major dent in the pumpkin.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"I hope he wins. I want to offer him my personal congratulations," :smallamused: Billie says to Patty. Referring to Kal and not What, I hasten to add.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

The ogre ignores the small knife embedded in his arm; he might not have noticed it. He smiles viciously, before punching out with his other arm, aimed at What's chest. This blow has a lot more force to it, and the spiked gauntlets the ogre's wearing are designed to make a mess of anything they hit. It's also a far faster blow than one would expect of a creature as large as an ogre.

[The Bushranger]

[Mid-Stands]

"I can't say I blame you. He certainly is...yummy," :smallamused: Patty agrees with Billie. about Kal and not What, of course. And wondering if she'd get bonus points from Angela for seducing a devil.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Herman is happy to be pulled in slashing with his sword as he tries to circle around the man.

Nicolau ducks under the sword as he tries to swing the hook of his own blade into Herman's stomach.

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

Normally, punching What in the chest wouldn't do a single thing. It's mostly just empty space inside of that suit, after all. Nothing to damage, hardly anything solid to hit one's fist against. A foolhardy move, one that's caused numerous prior combatants to be thrown off-balance just long enough for What to get in a few blows of his own, with much more attention to lethality and devastation than his unlucky victims exhibited.

We're not operating under such normal conditions, however. One such difference is Mr. Thunderguts punches a lot harder than anyone has ever punched What in the chest before. A second distinction is that the ogre's fist is wrapped up in a gauntlet, which is actually incredibly influential when it comes to my third point. Namely, What Pumpkin decided to prepare for this tournament by putting every single weapon he owns inside his suit.

The pits fill with the sounds of clanging, clattering, and chaos as knives, axes, hammers, pickaxes, spears, halberds, a bronze golf trophy, a bloody chair leg with a nail through it, a couple swords, and a large meat hook with some bits of human brain still stuck to it go flying all over the place. Looks like the ogre punched all of that equipment right out of What's torso. If Thunderguts didn't have those gauntlets on, he probably would be withdrawing a fist covered in innumerable puncture, laceration, and incision wounds. Lucky him.

The gourd-headed hunter doesn't let this slow him down, though. A hand is outstretched, and a sledgehammer is caught before it can scatter across the floor behind him like the rest of What's inventory did. What swings it with strength easily surpassing three grown men, idly wondering whether that armor on Thunderguts will crack right away, or if he'll have to swing a few more times before he sees any blood and bone this evening.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

Billie is distracted from ogling the hawt devil by the massive clanging that comes from Arena #1.

"What the...?" O_o

Thats a lot of weapons....

[The Bushranger]

Mid-Stands

"Yo, Pumpkinhead!" Patty shouts, observing the scene. "If you're playing Arsenal you need a red outfit and a mask!"

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

Neoguts Thunderboots sees the sledgehammer coming, and only just manages to bring his left arm up to block the blow to his chest. The sledgehammer hits the armour on his elbow, denting it badly and knocking some of the spikes so they jut out at unusual angles. Neoguts bellows with pain; unlike the knife, that hurt. His left arm remains up to block further blows to his body, whilst his right hand darts out, aimed for What's pumpkin again, though this time with much more force behind it.

[McBish]

Arena #2


Nicolau ducks under the sword as he tries to swing the hook of his own blade into Herman's stomach.

Herman blocks the blow with his blade trying to catch the hook on the blade and pull the sword out of his hand letting more slack go in the chain to get some distance.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau allows his blade to be knocked from his hand, drawing his other hooksword. He catches some air when the chain slacks before backing up again.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman yanks the chain trying to pull Nicolau off balance swing his sword back around at his head, hoping to be able to either smash in the man's skull or at least keep him on the defense till he can disarm him of this sword as well.

[Devixer]

Arena #2
Nicolau uses the pulling to his advantage, crouching low and rushing forward, dodging the huge sword while trying to slash his own across Herman's stomach.

[McBish]

Arena 2

Herman drops his own sword using both hands to wield the chain and stop it from hitting him in the gut. He then will try to wrap the chain around the sword to get some measure of control of the hook sword.

[Devixer]

[Arena #2

When Nicolau notices his blade wrapped in chain, he figures Herman's attention is mostly on that, so he tries to sucker-punch his chin.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

Herman gets punched in the chin, but it isn't the first time and he sure hopes it isn't the last time. He is momentarily stunned before he tries to move directly behind Nicolau where he will then try and pull the wrapped sword up towards Nicolau's throat, if he can get there.

[Devixer]

[Arena #2

Well that didn't work the way he'd hoped. As Herman starts to move around him, Nicolau tries to kick his throat before circling around to keep his opponent in front of him.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

Herman raises up his forearms to block the kick, then moves to try and yank the sword away from the man again. He would love to get into a straight up fist fight, but wants to get rid of the sword first.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau scowls when his kick is blocked, and gets back on stable footing. Rather than have his sword be yanked away, he drops it. Too close to his opponent for it to be of much use. Instead, he aims to punch Herman's chest a few times.

[UncleWolf]

The Iron Throne

Bellan, in the middle of sipping warm blood from a goblet, coughs and sputters in surprise at the sheer amount of weaponry that the pumpkin headed man had hidden inside himself. It took a lot to surprise her, and that was certainly within those bounds. The host shakes her head in wonder before leaning down towards a young man on the left side of her throne, dressed in only a loin cloth and obviously a hardened warrior. "Find out who and what that man is. He interests me." She whispers. The man nods and takes his leave, exiting the warehouse to do just that.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman takes the blows to his chest protecting his face before moving in. Punching him is like hitting a brick wall, not literally but pretty close. He steps up throwing a elbow towards Nicolua's face and a fist towards his stomach. His right hand still clenching the chain trying to get in a position to get behind his opponent soon.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau takes the fist to the stomach so he can duck under the elbow to his head. He's not like a brick wall, but he's also certainly no pushover. He feigns a hook to the side of Herman's head before trying to knee him in the gut.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

Herman jumps back several feet out of the way of the blows letting a more slack go in the chain. Then gripping the chain in both hand he pulls hard on the chain trying to yank Nicolau off his feet.

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

Neoguts Thunderboots sees the sledgehammer coming, and only just manages to bring his left arm up to block the blow to his chest. The sledgehammer hits the armour on his elbow, denting it badly and knocking some of the spikes so they jut out at unusual angles. Neoguts bellows with pain; unlike the knife, that hurt. His left arm remains up to block further blows to his body, whilst his right hand darts out, aimed for What's pumpkin again, though this time with much more force behind it.

What dives between Thunderbutt's legs, dropping the sledgehammer as he tries to roll away to safety behind the behemoth. There's not a whole lot the pumpkin man can do if he keeps getting punched in the face by that beast, especially with those gauntlets shielding the thing from the normal consequences of trying to slam its fists into its opponent and all the pointy bits contained within the mute assassin.

Wasting no time at all, What backpedals away from the monstrous adversary, throwing a knife out from his sleeve to try to slow the ogre down slightly. Our pumpkin pugilist is unarmed again, and will have to think fast if that dire situation is to be remedied. Another good punch and Neoguts might win this.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

The knife thwacks into the ogre's back, hitting the muscle of the shoulder. The ogre turns, ignoring the knife- trying to remove it whilst wearing these gauntlets might cause damage the ogre can't ignore. He charges with a roar, with his right fist in front. When he's close enough, however, he pulls the right fist in and lashes out with his left, aiming for What's pumpkin again. It makes a lot of mess when hit, and that's what Neoguts expects when he punches something.

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

Excellent. A mad charge is exactly the sort of tactic What was hoping for when he put that distance between himself and Neo. The mute butcher of Riverside's lost and helpless runs right at the ogre, closing in before he leaps into the air, intent on getting his hands on the larger foe's head, arms on either side of the shoulder plating. If he can just get his thumbs in his victim's eyes, this fight might still end in victory. Or at the very least, mutual death.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

When Neoguts sees his foe running to meet him, he smiles. Then he's got a murder golem on his back (if What isn't on his back, and is on his front, ignore this part), jabbing fingers into his eyes. Neoguts roars again, and reaches out with his gauntleted hands to try and prise the mute murderer off and slam him into the floor.

If What is on his front, Neoguts deliberately trips himself so he falls forward onto his stomach and hopefully pinning What to the floor with his bulk.

In either case, there's still a knife embedded in his forearm and another in his back.

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

The assassin construct is seized by the ogre. Those gauntlet-encased hands, likely still covered in the gourd innards, wrap around What's midsection, meaning oblivion is almost certainly moments away. There's still time for one quick prayer, What, so feel free to appeal to the deity of your choosing. It probably won't accomplish much, as I can't imagine what sort of god would ever want you anywhere near them, but you might as well give it a try before Thunderthighs can-

Is that a knife? Right there, lodged in the beast's forearm? Good heavens, it is! It is a knife, and it's right where What can get it, too! The wounded warrior reaches out towards the very arms trying to tear him off the animal's back, intent on pulling the blade right out of its impromptu sheathe, and burying it in a new one. Let's see the ogre pull him off when What's hanging on by a knife buried in the creature's own head, right between (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6e/Human_skull_side_simplified_%28bones%29.svg) where the occipital and parietal bones should sit.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

Neoguts Thunderboots is stabbed in the head. An ogre's skull is much thicker than a human's, and constructed slightly differently too. Plus, it's the small knife that What put there way back at the start of the fight. Regardless, What manages to penetrate the skull and hit the brain. The ogre's response to being stabbed in the brain is to fall over onto his back.

[Devixer]

[Arena #2]

Herman jumps back several feet out of the way of the blows letting a more slack go in the chain. Then gripping the chain in both hand he pulls hard on the chain trying to yank Nicolau off his feet.

Nicolau rushes forward as Herman jumps back, so pulling the chain doesn't do much. His next move might be a little unexpected, as Nicolau tries to bull rush him and tackle him to the ground. He's smaller, but still pretty strong.

[Lord Magtok]

Arena #1

Best make sure Neoguts is good and vanquished, then. Properly exterminated, and not merely on his last legs, suffering brain hemmorhaging and getting ready to take one last clumsy swing at the man (well, pumpkin-man) who destroyed him. It'd be a shame to come all this way and then get killed by a mad beast's death throes, in full view of an audience yet to be cut to ribbons for the unforgivable sin of daring to have a pulse within a square mile of What Pumpkin.

What picks himself up, adjusting his head so that it no longer sits at a slightly wonky angle and spills pumpkin seeds as it did a moment ago. He then stalks off, striding towards the weapons that were scattered about the pit earlier in this battle. He walks right up to the sledgehammer he used earlier-

-and then walks right on past it. Instead, he chooses a rather banged-up looking bronze golf trophy. Yes, this will do fine, won't it? Hasn't seen much use, and this is certainly a simple enough task for it, isn't it? What lifts the trophy over his head, and then brings it crashing down on the troll's, intent on lodging the knife even deeper into cerebral tissue, crushing any faint signs of life that might remain within his fallen adversary.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena #1

And so the first casualty of the night is Neoguts Thunderboots, the Boxing Ogre.

[happyturtle]

Mid-Stands

"WOOOOOO! 50 gold! Pay up!" Billie chortles, demanding her money from the guy she bet against. :smallbiggrin:

[UncleWolf]

Bellan stands when the final blow is delivered, and she smiles down upon What. The smile stays as she walks down the skulls layered beneath her throne and when she reaches the floor, she looks down at the killer pumpkin. "I may not know who or what you are..." She says, reaching towards her neck and touches the iron collar around it, causing it to snap open and fall into her hand. "But I know an accomplished killer when I see one." She admits before dipping down to cover the collar in blood that's pooled in the chalice. She'll ignore the rest of the fights and walk over to What before dropping down to one knee, offering him the blood-soaked collar. "For the first kill of the tournament, in such a wonderfully sadistic fashion, I offer you this." The Daemon tells him with a smile. "And remember..." she starts, an amused and cruel tone to her voice.

"As long as the blood flows, He is forever grateful."

[McBish]

[Arena 2]


Nicolau rushes forward as Herman jumps back, so pulling the chain doesn't do much. His next move might be a little unexpected, as Nicolau tries to bull rush him and tackle him to the ground. He's smaller, but still pretty strong.

As they fall to the ground Herman tries to take the slack in the chain and wrap it around Nicolau's throat again so he can squeeze it tightly.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

While Herman is wrapping his chain around Nicolau's throat, Nicolau just tries to punch Herman in his face to hopefully stun him.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

As Herman gets punched in the face he grunts and starts to try and choke his opponent. He might get a broken nose, but he has a thick skull and figures he could take more then a few hits to the face.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau ignore the fact that he can't breathe right now. He has half a minute, maybe a few seconds more, before air supply starts to become a real problem. So he tries to just keep punching Herman's face over and over.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman isn't just trying to cut off air flow, he is also trying to cut off bloodflow to the brain. So he tries twisting his head back and forth trying his best to limit the damage as he tries to pull the chain tighter and tighter.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau keeps going for a few more seconds until he realizes that it's getting dark. Then, in desperation, he tries to put his knuckles into Herman's eyes.

[Zefir]

Finally another challanger appears at the entrance of the arena.
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He waits a bit to watch the first fights to finish. He wears no obviouse weapons and seems otherwise normal.

[Lord Magtok]

What accepts the bloody collar, in spite of his better judgement. Every instinct is demanding that he tear into Bellan's skull while she's on one knee and exposed, to dash her brains against the pit floor and then tear apart every single other individual in this entire building.

A few pumpkin seeds spill from the hole in his head though, and he reconsiders. Best to just take his prize, recover his arsenal, and replace his pumpkin so he'll be ready for the next fight that comes his way.

[McBish]

Arena #2

Herman manages to close his eyes before the knuckles hit his eyeballs. Still it stuns him for a bit and the chain slackens around his neck for a few seconds. He twists his head to try and avoid getting his eyeballs crushed. He then tries to knee Nicolau in the groin.

[Lady Serpentine]

On the edge of the first arena, a small cluster of people, dressed in golden hooded cloaks with blue flames on the back, which conceal most other details about them, tense, ready to jump in as soon as it's clear again, though for now, they simply wait, not wanting to interfere with What's prize.

[The Bushranger]

The white-haired newcomer draws a gaze from the hooded figure in the arena, appraising.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

As soon as Herman is successfully stunned and the chain around his neck slackens, Nicolau tries to roll to the side to unwind it, giving him room to breathe and recover. Because of this, the knee hits his hip instead of his groin.

[Zefir]

The white-haired newcomer draws a gaze from the hooded figure in the arena, appraising.

The white haired men doesn't seem to mind the gaze. He is after all watching the fight currently happening in the arena.
He appears very normal, like a normal human with white hair.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

Herman rolls the opposite direction, heading towards one of the dropped hook blades which he picks up and throws it at Nicolau's skull. After it leaves his hands he moves to go and grab his own blade.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau starts to stand up once the chain is unwrapped, and barely notices his own hooksword coming straight at him. Rather than let it go through his skull, he practically jumps up at lets his stomach absorb most of the blow. Again, his armor deflects some of the force, but more blood is drawn. Nicolau takes his sword and pulls it from the wound, glad to have his weapon again.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

He will need it as Herman is charging again throwing his full force behind a powerful swing, or at least that is what it looks like. At the last minute he will shift the blow entirely in an attempt to disarm Nicolau once again while aiming a kick at his chest.

[UncleWolf]

What accepts the bloody collar, in spite of his better judgement. Every instinct is demanding that he tear into Bellan's skull while she's on one knee and exposed, to dash her brains against the pit floor and then tear apart every single other individual in this entire building.

A few pumpkin seeds spill from the hole in his head though, and he reconsiders. Best to just take his prize, recover his arsenal, and replace his pumpkin so he'll be ready for the next fight that comes his way.

Bellan nods in return and gives the pumpkin a wry smile before heading off back to her throne, utterly pleased with herself about how the tournament was going already. Once back in her seat, she'll turn back to What. You are more than welcome to try to kill me later. She thinks to herself. I look forward to it.

[Zefir]

Time to shrug off the deadtime. The fight seems to be intressting, but he should start his own one. The white haired man takes a look at the current people inside the arena.

[Lord Magtok]

What takes some time to recuperate, sliding the collar over the sleeve of his suit jacket before leaving the arena. His pumpkin head needs replacing and his suit needs some small modifications, so he'll be out for a while. Gods help anyone still waiting for a fight when he's done, though.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau rushes forward to meet the charge. At least it seems so until he suddenly crouches down. He takes the kick to his forehead instead of his chest, while trying to swing the point of his blade's hook into Herman's shin.

[McBish]

Arena #2

The hookblade cuts deeply into Herman's shin spraying blood as it slices into him. He tries to ignore the pain as he decides to keep pushing his attack. He swings his sword widely leaving himself open to counter-attacks but looking to remove a large chunck of flesh from Nicolua, an arm or head would suit him.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Nicolau stands up once he hits with his hookblaHe tries to deflect the sword with his bare hands through pushing at the flat side of it. At the same time, he tries to slam his fist into Herman's nose, hoping to break it.

[Lady Serpentine]

[Arena #1]

Now that What has vacated the arena, the three who were waiting jump in, positioning themselves so that, in theory, no matter where the person/people planning to take them on comes from, at least on of the group should be able to see them.

Gaena:

http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9343/tek508d6f0875aab0213726.png

Vsal:

http://img853.imageshack.us/img853/2497/tek508d8b5382fb16064538.png

Bael:

http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1918/tek508d8e1a54c932690290.png

[Zefir]

Ssej just wante to enter the arena as the three people appear. He is smart enougth to not challange them alone. Hopefully someone will go for them so he may be able to pick one out.

[BladeofObliviom]

Well, seeing some guy about to go in alone, Jacques goes to the threshold of the arena as well. It is clear that he's waiting for a third ally, but would gladly stand as part of a team.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

Herman blinks as his nose breaks and starts to bleed. He isn't looking in good shaped and doesn't seem like he will be able to stand much longer. Not finished yet though he hopes reversing and striking with his hilt will take Nicolau by surprise. Hopefully a heavy hit to the skull will put down his opponent.

[Devixer]

Arena #2

Despite the wounds on his person, Nicolau doesn't seem terribly slowed. He tries to block the hilt strike with his forearm, while aiming another jab at Herman's throat.

[McBish]

[Arena #2]

His blow is blocked and the hit to his throat makes him take a step back swinging his sword back around swinging it down and then up at Nicolau. His left arm raises up a bit getting ready to defend against any counterattack.

[TechnoScrabble]

[Arena #1]

There has totally been a group of drow overlooking the entrance to this arena the entire time, and they have totally been waiting for this moment, and they totally have Lamill of the Tire Geal here, tied up on his knees, his green and grey military uniform torn in just the right places and his platinum torc smeared with a smidgen of spit and blood.

"...all I'm saying is, if you manage to actually find a guy who's okay with that stuff, you shouldn't be so ready to kill him just so your girlfriends stop making jokes," he says to the drow woman clearly in charge of this small grouping.

"Shut your filthy mouth, phallus-creature!" she replies.

"My mouth wouldn't be so filthy if you had let me brush my teeth afterwards. I wasn't joking when I said I can peel an orange with my tongue."

With an angry bark, the drow kicks Lamill out into the arena, her knife cutting the ropes binding his hands on the way down. She does whatever needs to be done to seal any escape for him before he can stand up, and one of her manservants throws Lamill's mono-kukri and naval handcannon in after him.

With a sigh and a happy smile, Lamill stands up and retrieves his weapons.

"Oh, fully loaded. I expect that means you want me home by dinner?" he jokes, but the drow are already leaving.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Arena #1]

Heh. Lamill finds himself a few feet away from Jacques, who looks as bemused as ever.

"Rough day, eh?"

Since I never described his equipment, I should do so now. Jacques is outfitted in a suit of NCR Veteran Ranger Combat Armor (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/NCR_Ranger_combat_armor), with some extra riveting applied to vital areas to defend better against dangerous attacks and specially environmentally sealed to prevent exposure to lethal gases or liquids. He is armed with his trademark Revolver, currently loaded with .44 Thermonuclear AP. Slung over his back are an Assault Rifle and a Combat Shotgun, loaded but with the safeties on. He is wearing a pair of bandoliers fitted with various grenades, including Fragmentation, EMP, Incendiary, and Gas-based variants.

He outfitted himself with the best stuff he could get his hands on, though none of it is magical or advanced too far beyond the late 21st century.

[The Bushranger]

[Area #?]

The cloaked person is still here, waiting for an opponent.

[TechnoScrabble]

Lamill smiles.
"No rougher than she was last night. So, er, what'd you do to get tossed in here, and where did you get that much gear?"

[Zefir]

((Sorry bushranger I was going to fight your cloaked char, but you never respond to me, maybe if he survives this one.))

[Arena #1]

http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/8638/tek4f8ace8d55b446345139.png

"Is there some kind of Gun and mutation discount store around? Why the hell did noone told me?"

The third person for this 3v3 mentions. I assume we go in 3 1on1.

[TechnoScrabble]

Arena Numero Uno

"I'm not human, you git. I'm a Tire Geal, and you can grab one of these," Lamill waves his handcannon around, "Just about anywhere."

[BladeofObliviom]

[Arena #1]

"Nah, 100% human here. As for this getup, there is much that can be found if one exercises the best strategies at market."

He looks around, drawing his revolver and holding it upward.

"In any case, how do you want to approach this? These three seem to be carrying advanced armor and munitions, and their muscle tone suggests that they're either metahuman or in abnormally good condition. None of them have sealed suits, though, so they're vulnerable to gas."

...And there goes Jacques, analyzing and strategizing rather than jumping to action like Khorne would no doubt prefer.

[TechnoScrabble]

Arena #1

"Wait, we're here to kill them? I don't even know them! Or you lot!" Lamill looks over the hunterkin team, "And I certainly don't recall any briefing involving killing them."

[Zefir]

[Arena #1]

Ssej looks confused at Lamill.

"When did I state something about any of you being human?"

Then tactic man speaks.

"Well I think it's best we split them. I assume they know how to fight together."

[BladeofObliviom]

Arena #1

"Wait, we're here to kill them? I don't even know them! Or you lot!" Lamill looks over the hunterkin team, "And I certainly don't recall any briefing involving killing them."

Lamill gets a blank stare from Jacques. Of course, due to the whole "gas mask" thing, he can't see the man's dropped jaw unless he has X-ray vision or something.

"...Just what precisely did you think the highly lethal weapons were for? And what did you think the large crowd crying for blood is here for?"

Ssej gets a response as soon as Jacques is finished gawking at Lamill.

"I would agree with that analysis. We should use our greater level of diversity to our advantage as well. With some luck, we can use their probable reliance on solidarity against them."

He spares a quick look at the opposition.

"They look impatient. Shall we?"

[TechnoScrabble]

[Arena#1]

Lamill doesn't bother to explain that he's here against his will.
"So they plan on killing us, then? That won't do at all."

His arm snaps up to point the naval handcannon (imagine a revolver with 40. caliber bullets) at Bael's chest and he pulls the trigger.

BA-DOOM!

[Lady Serpentine]

[Arena #1]

As the handcannon starts to come up, Bael's lower left arm locks in on Lamill's chest, specifically, just under his sternum, unless one of the three facing the Hunterkin group interferes somehow.

Assuming that's not the case, when the Tire Geal fires, the only immediate effect, aside from the rather loud gunshot, seems to be a quiet 'tink', as the bullet bounces off of Bael's armor, though a few moment later, a comparatively soft, though still, especially in the enclosed space, not quiet by any means, three round burst is fired from the aforementioned limb, red flames trailing behind the bullets.

Should the rounds hit, they ought to be capable of burning through most types of personal armor, and, if they make it inside him, the supernaturally intense flames will, if nothing stops them, besides the pical injuries they cause, do a fair bit of damage to his soul.

Regardless of the effects of Bael's attack, as soon as the bullets leave the Soulfire implant, Gaena, moving around six times faster than a human could, draws a rather odd looking weapon, and pulls the trigger twice, launching a blade-edged disk, moving at just below the speed of sound, at each of Ssej's wrists, though, as it's electromagnetic rather than using some more conventional means of propulsion, the only sound is a quiet hum each time she fires, and the hiss of air over the projectiles.

Vsal, meanwhile, apparently simply stands there, scanning each of them for potential weaknesesses and unusual capabilities, whether physical or in their equipment, with the goggles she's wearing.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Arena #1]

Jacques is genuinely surprised that Lamill was so fast to just fire a shot without actually going through any of the usual formalities of a duel. However, he's quick to react to the results, pulling out his pistol and firing two shots to seemingly nowhere, completely divorced from his targets.

In reality, he calculated the distances, angles, probabilities of action, and motion patterns that he would need to lead his true target by to hit, due to her immense agility. As such, Gaena might find an unpleasant surprise when she meets two .44 Thermonuclear Rounds calculated to strike her center of mass and right leg, respectively. The bullets themselves probably would do essentially nothing to her armor if the results of Lamill's attack are any indication, but the mass concentration, magnetic pull, and unbelievable heat resulting from the Nuclear Fusion that ignites upon impact probably have a much more significant effect.

As for his weaknesses, he's actually fairly well-balanced. The closest thing he has to a real weakness in this fight is that his personal physical strength is limited to very slightly below peak human, and there are some limits on his reaction time due to, once again, being merely human. However, his thought processes, if this could somehow be identified, move far faster than reasonable and he can probably think at a faster speed than anybody here.

For his equipment, there are also few weaknesses. His revolver is in excellent condition, chambers eight shots (two of which have been expended in this post) and does not appear prone to jamming or similar circumstance. His other weapons are of lower quality, but both incredibly dangerous in their own right. Underneath his trenchcoat are a sizable number of Grenades, operated by an unknown method rather than a pin. Also on the inside of his trenchcoat is a frankly absurd amount of ammunition, primarily in .44, 5.56, and 12-gauge shells.

His armor is completely sealed, preventing exposure to threats like gas and acid, and composed largely of advanced plastics and ceramics rather than metal. It could probably resist attempts at penetration by a .308 round from a Sniper Rifle, though that kind of firepower would still deal some serious blunt trauma. The helmet attached to said armor appears to have some sort of targeting computer inside of it, and a similar scanning system as well. It is quite possible that he could be scanning the Hunterkin as this description is given. The eyepieces are rigid, but almost entirely bulletproof, in addition to having a polarization system to protect from Flashbangs and similar effects.

[TechnoScrabble]

[Arena #1]

Lamill's fast. Not the fastest, and by no means a bullet dodger, but he's fast. He's built to be. He has to be, especially considering his current lack of armour.

By the time he's pulled the trigger, he's running towards the arena wall, ready to climb. But whoever these freaky buggers are, they're pretty fast, too. And whatever they fire is HOT. He can feel the heat of the bullet as it-

Oh wait, that's his uniform. It's on fire. Damnable not combat uniforms, lacking armour and fire resistant-HOLY FRACK THERE'S HOLE IN MY BACK.

It would seem at least one of these bullets popped it's way straight through Lamill, right beneath where kidneys are usually located on a human. There's a fair bit of blood, and Lamill can see where the bullet impacted on the wall after popping through him.

Whether or not the Tire Geal have a soul, lacking their psychic and amgical prescence, is debatable, but bullets still hurt, and Lamill winces as he flexes his pads and hops onto the wall, running up and across the surface.

[Zefir]

[Arena #1]

Ssej, other than the rest, isn't a human. As he sees the enemies moving he claps his hands together. Fine strings, which can barly be noticed by the normal eye appear. As they start shooting he waves his hands around using the strings wave around, building a fine shield to block the disks. The strings are much more durable than steel and shoud be able to reflect the disks if there isn't something I don't know.

The moments she shoots Ssej has raised his hands around. The Strings flying around to give him some cover. While one of the blades got luckly stoped by the strings, the other one passes. Since he had rasied his hands the balde can't hit it, but it cuts through Ssej's side, causing ableeding wound. Nothing that keeps him from going on, but still nothing to ignore.