Abhorred Television

[Cyril]

(Tim will be MIA for a while, will deal with his char later. I will move him on as well as I can, but he won't be playing too important of a role until Tim returns.)

At the point to where he was surrounded by a full 16 players, he grinned and engaged them in his dance. A knock befell most of them, although many of the heavier opponents were able just to shrug off the hit, returning a missed hit. "Merde!" Cyrille cursed as a slash graced his left side. With a growl he launched at the nearest dagger user he could find, and managed to quickly remove him from the fight, by method of tripping him and stomping his back in. He grimaced at the rip in his tanktop, and then shrugged before realizing that most of the focus had drifted away from him. He kept his standard grin on, although noting that he no longer had all the fighters occupied; the adrenaline seemed to keep most going, while he lost about 4, possibly for them to obtain flags. As the crowd continued to fight in a confusion, he took his opportunity to search for a flag; he didn't have long.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir had finally reached one of the other team's flags. He smiled and picked it out of the ground before saying to himself, "That's one, hopefully the others got one flag too." The raptor then began his small walk to back to their own base. He looked over at Cyrille to see how he was doing. He then noticed about four of the men he was fighting had disappeared. He figured they went to go get some flags to bring back for their teams, so he was safe for now, although he was confused at why no one had even tried to snatch the flag he had just took .

[lyzer]

As the commotion in the center grew Lyzer took it upon himself to snatch a very poorly protected flag. The guy was just standing in front of with the flag against the wall directly behind him. He must have thought that was safe and clever enough to keep any swift hands at bay. He was wrong.

 Lyzer saw through his ploy as a guard and perched himself on top of the building in which the flag was near.  He then focused all his talent into being silent and slowly slid down the wall and when he was near enough he released a thick string with a very strong glue on the end and snatched the flag out quick and unnoticed. He then pulled himself back up the wall and decided to take a peak at the other players progress

[Cyril]

Cyrille looked around the original position of their flag, and sighed when he noticed that their flag had been taken. He shrugged off before finding a relatively small competitor holding a flag. Utilizing his abilities in reading body language, he grinned darkly and approached the competitor. "Nice flag, you have there.... It would be a shame if you got hurt, wouldn't it?" His grin exposed his naturally sharp teeth, his shady eyes and stance over the smaller one causing fear within the competitor, who then began to make a run for it. Agilely, Cyrille managed himself into the way of the opponent and ended up half pouncing upon her. After cementing his weight over her, he fluidly squirmed with her for a brief moment before clinging upon her, causing her to launch the flag up. Cyrille sighed, watching as the flag found itself to another competitor, who was standing near a less than able Silver.
Cyrille unlatched himself, quickly crawling at the competitor who then looked to the ground with a laugh, raising his foot in preparation to stomp. Taking his chance, Cyrille fluidly climbed up the opponent's stature, smirking with his legs hinged on the shoulders of his new opponent. "He shouldn't try to stomp a bug who is faster than himself, no?" With a sharp jerk of Cyrille's hips, an audible crack rose from the body of the other male, who had lost the flag to the gray jackal. As the opponent writhed in pain for a second, Cyrille hopped off and then looked down to Silver.

"Now, what is it that I should do with you, I hope you enjoyed my.... Performance." A loud horn sounded; there were two minutes left in the challenge, as the show hosts began to loudly yell through megaphones. The center crowd had dissipated; those with flags were beginning to become targets, as everyone remembered the purpose of the activity. "I will return to pick you up, perhaps after. Do not die, in mean time."

Silver nodded and groaned in his own pain, beginning to roll away from the activity to the best of his ability as Cyrille ran off, barely dodging a flying spike of what appeared to be water. Cyrille clenched his teeth; the competition became more fierce as the time began to close.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir didn't really notice that things where getting harder at the moment. However, he did eventually realize that nobody seemed to be trying to attack him or anything. He stopped walking and looked around at the others. He noticed that everybody appeared to be occupied with trying to get or steal a flag. Thamir eventually put the flag down at their base before walking back into the mess of the competition. He knew to be on edge now though as he now noticed people where getting desperate, desperate enough to cause great harm to others just to win this little game for themselves or for the rest of their team. He knew that he would have to take a flag from someone, the problem was that he didn't really wish to hurt anyone. As a alternative, he figured that he would tried to snatch a flag off of someone without there being any injury between himself and his opponent.

[lyzer]

After returning to base Lyzer saw that his team had acquired a flag and added then added his own to the set. The vibe of the are had grown to be very foul and he knew that it was due to a mix of anger determination and confusion brought on by his team.

Sooner or later someone would get desperate enough to try and steal the flags at his base. He had already gotten one and his team was more than capable of handling another so he became sentry to the base. He prepped the immediate area with a few traps non-lethal of course but effective all the same. Then feeling his time was used properly took up a perch and masked his presence waiting to strike an unsuspecting thief. And after a while he heard someone approach.

[Tim Siguire]

Well, that was an impressive display Cyr- NNGH... but i'll take my chances from here, and thanks.


*after witnessing a strong display of fearsomeness by cyrille, Kyubi thought about how long it would ake to crawl back to his base,
so he decided to suck it up and drug it out*
Alright... *inhales through teeth* I should have my powder grass from earlier and my rose.


*Kyubi searched his pockets for the herb powder and his rose, he was hoping to use the herbs as a numbing agent and the rose for a painful adrenaline rush*
YES! now I can get back to  base safely, *grabs herbs and eats them* and now for the rose...
*pulls out the rose and puts the tightest grip possible on it* .... Hhh... HHHH... RRRRRRRRRGGHH


*Kyubi springs into action almost immediately after the adrenaline rush, the herbs took a minute to work but they did their job properly, Kyubi  scared a couple of contenders in the vicinity with his ''Respawn'' and he ran back to base with the limited time he had before the hebs wore off*

[Cyril]

Another slash befell Cyrille's top and he growled angrily. "You see what?" He angrily stomped forward, flag in tow as his eyes fell angrily upon the dagger user from before. "I believe it is time for a confiscation, and the time for me to live up to this accursed title." Dodging a magic user's flame, Cyrille grabbed the wrist of the dagger holder; utilizing it to literally climb atop of his body and push his back downward using his weight. In a quick motion, he stole the two daggers and kicked the floored opponent lightly. "You are a horrid rogue, best find a new occup-!" Cyrille felt a hard blow fall upon his back; holding the flag and daggers below him as he fell forward he growled to himself for being careless. He rolled off, although he was being trailed by several.
He began to take it comically, and then he saw a fatal blow delivered between two swordsmen. This was no longer a simple challenge; the clock was ticking, and a single minute was left. Cyrille looked back at two people who decided to tail, but he continued forward until at the front of his team's base. "Somebody take this useless piece of cloth!" Cyrille clumsily handed the flag to a partner, and then bared the stolen daggers, gritting his sharp fangs. Two on one was rather dramatic, but that was Cyrille's passion, only fueled by the elevated risks and thirty second time moment; all they had to do was hold onto their treasure.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir, who hadn't expected his partner to just suddenly hand him a flag, looked down at it for a split second before immediately noticing the two men that used to be chasing Cyrille where now go after him. Without another thought, Thamir took off towards their base with the flag in hand. He seemed to be running at an unnatural speed compared to most, but that wasn't anything to awe at as he was to busy thinking about not getting stabbed by swords or getting hit by attacks from the other opponents. This did involve a lot of dodging as a few stray attacks that would have decapitated him or injured him if he hadn't ducked or dash to the side a few times. So far, he was on the right track, even with all the issues going on around him.

[lyzer]

"So some unlucky thief has come and tried to take are flags" Lyzer said as he saw a very well cloaked individual creep upon his base. This would have been a clever ruse if only he needed to actually see his opponent to see his aura and this aura although damp and dimmed by some sort of magic was still clearly intent on no go as most rest of the competitors around. Lyzer stalled until the invisible person became in snatching range of his flags and at that moment pounced from his perch and landed on the user with a hand claw in his right hand aimed at his throat. "Although you were very clever in dodging my traps you must have been more cautious of the one who set them." Suddenly the magician gave Lyzer a very devious smirk as his aura changed from a mix of red and orange to black and purple. Before he could react the magician who appeared to be feline in birth had disappeared only for Lyzer to realize that the felines entire team had begun to sneak up on him and he knew he wouldn't be able to win a fight against all of them. Using all of his knowledge in combat he sparked to action lashing at any that came forward but he wouldn't last long as he was already beat.

[Tim Siguire]

*Kyubi's wrist began to heal from it's sprain and his left ankle began to hurt less but it was all happening too slowly for him to be truly useful*
Agh! What am I going to do? *Kyubi began hearing fighting nearby*
That sounds like Lyzer, does he need my help?.... The most I could do is provide medical help...


*Kyubi ponders the thought of having to know one of his partners could be in trouble and he did nothing about it*
Well, let's at least see what's going on....
*Kyubi then crawls silently to Lyzer, whincing in pain every other reach*
....there's a whole bunch of em.... how did they all get here without being noticed?
*Kyubi wanted to at least think of something... my powder!*
All I need to do is throw out the powder, the rest will happen on it's own.
*Kyubi reaches in his pocket and throws out a very white and black powder*
Hhmgh... *throws powder*...Silently get away...*Kyubi crawls away trying not to get anymore involved*

[Cyril]

"Fifteen seconds!"
Cyrille juggled his efforts between the two competitors in the last 10 seconds, putting effort into not hurting them until he hit one in the back of the neck with the dagger's handle. A countdown struck, and the last competitor and him almost burned each other out. Hoping that his team mates could keep the flags, he continued to power struggle until a loud bell rang from the speakers, signifying the end.
"The flags all have cameras which have shut off. The last person seen to be holding them will receive a point to their team."
Cyrille dodged a final swing from the competitor, and sighed in partial relief. The competitor repeated the sigh in dismay and proceeded to wander off, the challenge being over. With three flags, it was evident that his team had won. His team was then called to a small circle of rather executive looking people.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir smiled lightly as he knew his team had one. Figuring that he didn't need the flag anymore, he decided to just stick it into the dirt of the ground they all stood on. He then went over to the others to see what they had say about them winning the game. he also had a question about the team that may have lost the match. Where they going to just be kicked out of the game or worse? He would never know unless his team lost, but he was pretty sure that they weren't going to loose anytime soon. Unless someone in their team of four made a large mistake that would cost them the game. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen. The raptor then asked once he was with his team, "Did we win?"

[lyzer]

"Looks like it" Lyzer said as he tried to keep his composure. He had taken a little more than a beating guarding his teams flags but he didn't feel the need to bring up his pain in their hour of victory.

Lyzer then turned to his team to see their auras slightly readjusting from that intense battle and took the opportunity to and said "It seems like we work well as a team but now more than likely the other players will be gunning for us a little more."

Lyzer then looked keenly at Kyubi and said in a sincere manner "Thanks for your help out there today. I probably would have fallen if you hadn't intervened the way you did." He then let out a deep breath in relief.

[Tim Siguire]

*Looking up at Lyzer, after listening to his statement of gratitude, Kyubi responded.*
No Problem... *holding his feet in pain* I'll do whatever I can to help, and please forgive me if any got in your face.
On the Plus side, if I didn't fall, (thinking of the fall) Hahaha, If I didn't fall... I would've been here to help you fight them off.
Can you help me walk?


*Kyubi had very little 'drug powder' left, so he decided to make it count by adding some nearby plant aloe and eating it with the powder*
Things should go smoothly after We head home and my sprains can go away.


*Kyubi then used the wall to pick himself up but he couldn't walk as the pressure from holding his stand was hard enough. He then looked over at the Raptor and then the leader, and then finally back at Lyzer.*
He thought: This is my team and i'm sticking with them, No matter what!