Abhorred Television

[lyzer]

Feeling somewhat unsatisfied with the nonchalant answer Lyzer finished up rolling the bandages on himself and declared "Well I'm just about ready to go I'm just gonna grab something to eat to go." He began to pilfer through the refrigerator in search of something that would be good as travel food and picked out an apple. "Alright if you two are ready then let's head out." He said in a slightly more serious turn because he was imagining what this secondary challenge could possibly be. He then slowly started toward the door and walked out to wait for the rest of the team to join him.

[Cyril]

In a rather toony fashion, Cyrille approached the fridge and took out a fairly sized section of white cheese after seeing Lyzer do the same with an apple. He then proceeded out of the door, looking towards the overcast sky. He stopped for a second, just to make sure his coat was on, and began to eat at the cheese as he walked out. His steps were a bit less confident, although not much else changed except for a lighter bearing. "I don't really understand if they had told us where the challenge is, so I believe it may be at the spot of the last one. It wouldn't be too strange." The heavy indicator of intoxication was obviously his speech; his accent flowed heavily and he paused very often in order to remember words, deciding that he would just say the next closest things to what he was trying to translate from thought. He began to walk in the direction he recalled as being the path towards the last challenge.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir thought to himself about Cyrille's statement before saying, "You're right, they didn't really tell us where to go, proving your statement even further." He seemed to lost some of his timidness towards his team and began to become more opened to them, meaning he would be talking a little more without any sort of hesitation. However, he still kept in mind that Alexander likely had eyes everywhere in this place, so he was still going to watch what he said around his team.

[lyzer]

Lyzer casually strolled alongside his partners and began to ponder if leaving their hospitalized teammate with that lion person was the best idea, and ultimately came to the conclusion that it was indeed considering he was somewhat the medic and it would be difficult for him to heal himself. As he pondered this he realized he wasn't paying attention to the dialogue going on around him and decided to ask "Umm.. so where exactly are we headed, because truth be told I wasn't listening."

[Cyril]

"I assumed we'd just need to return, and that's what I am doing." A less than sober Cyrille said as they reached the hill area, grumbling slightly in displeasure. "So many damn hills." He noticed as a bit of drizzle began to fall; he didn't even notice the sky was gray, beforehand. He looked back to the spot where they met the lion; two of his companions stood aside three stone chairs, which Cyrille then took the time to laugh at, rather obnoxiously. "Three stone thrones overlooking the-"
He found himself interrupted.
"Silence, drunkard! The time for the consequential challenge has begun, and this is little to laugh at." Alexander spoke in a commanding manner, leaving Cyrille with an annoyed demeanor, "In front, we have six players, chosen by the teams they've failed to fight it out in an old style-"

"Shut your mouth." Cyrille crossed his arms rather impudently, "We know you want to watch them kill each other, so let's just get it over with."
He walked off to take his seat, showing an immature rage at being called a drunkard, while Alexander shook his head with a wry smile of partial amusement. Cyrille then began to spark a conversation with an assistant of Alexander's, a brown hyena with golden eyes placed to the left of the stone chair, the furthest left where Cyrille took a seat in a rather luxurious manner. It didn't seem as if the companions intended to leave, so Cyrille kept chatting with the rather closed off hyena, drawing more of a response each time.

"Silver tongue, hmm?" Alexander then looked to the rest of the team, "It appears you shall take some time to sit, if you would like. I have some important manners to attend to. Enjoy the show.... Also, make sure the drunkard doesn't hurt himself. Those are my two best guardsmen, it'd be a shame if the thief falls so soon." His voice held a more stern tone as he watched Cyrille, a sharp look from his violet eyes meeting Cyrille's once(while he bore an equally insulting smirk), before walking off and leaving Lyzer and Thamir.

[Magical Machine]

Thamir followed his team to the area of which they were going to watch the consequential challenge begin. Of course, he was reluctant to even sit down and watch the challenge happen, but he knew that he probably wasn't going to be allowed to leave without him missing something important. Once he was at the area with the others, he looked down at the stone chairs. He then thought to himself, "For a challenge that probably had a lot of money in it, I would have expected them to be able to buy some things that don't look like they're from the stone-age..." He then sat down in one of the chairs. At his right was a female dragon. The young raptor looked over at her before immediately looking away when he saw her eyes shift over to look right into his own. He them immediately went silent, not sure what to say to the female dragon at the moment.

[lyzer]

As he teammates had done before him he followed suit taking a seat at one of the chairs I front him. The thought of having to fight a real person to the death for no other reason than acceptance made Lyzer cringe. Suddenly the vibe around him changed and he saw that the contestants were all having different reactions to the contest itself some had deep green auras signifying fear while others had a mid-red color of anger and some even were sporadic blues of just sadness. This contest had to be taking their toll on the players to make such a mix of emotion.

As he sat their emotionless himself Lyzer watched the first two go at it one slinging whips of flame the other with blade and great-shield in hand charging at each other. The began to lash at each other drawing blood and burning each other heavily. All Lyzer could think was a simple thing "This can't be worth it."

[Tim Siguire]

Geez, the competition isn't showing any mercy. I feel like i'm back at Medic Training, hahaha.
I have to remember to only get close on an easy opening.
*Kyubi nervously pondered what type of enemy he would have to fight*


He began to doubt his ability to survive considering how he was easily disabled during the First Challenge.
Kyubi wanted to believe he would get someone reasonable to fight, but just by looking outside, he knew there was no such thing as reasonable.

[Cyril]

(Pardon me while I play Kyubi for a minute, I apologize for overreaching.)


Cyrille's conversation with the hyena began to become a bit more slurred, as his drinks only took a larger effect upon his speech and personal filters. Eventually, his conversation took a look on abilities. "So, what is it you are able to do that keeps you around? No doubt Alexander wouldn't have you around without a use; besides to look pretty, anyway." The blatant compliment drew a bit of laughter, and then hyena looked away for a second.
"I'm geokinetic. Basically, I can do things with rock."The hyena nodded at the stone seating, and then silenced himself as Alexander approached rather confident.

"I would take your eyes off my assistant, and place them upon the field." His words flowed with his eyes locked upon Cyrille, who recklessly smirked and exhaled pompously. Alexander looked away, bearing his condescending smirk. "It seems your teammate has made a decision or two that have led him into quite the situation. I'd say it's a miracle he's standing."

Cyrille looked down to the field; and although his vision wasn't the best he was annoyed to see Kyubi on field. A hostile growl came from him as he drunkenly attempted to stand up, "We won the last challenge, he should not be on the field." Cyrille found himself stumbling back into his seat, with a slight daze after a slight movement from the hyena. Cyrille looked to Alexander, who had a notorious grin, "My team will not stand for this."

"He must pay for his healthcare, now watch." Alexander looked towards the field. "The battle is beginning."

The golden jackal's opponent was a tiger with a large battleaxe. Cyrille cringed at the obvious weighing of the battle, and sighed to a teammate lost as he watched a weapon and armor bare herbalist combat with a heavy warrior. It was probably something he could handle, but Kyubi; the one who had hurt himself in a clumsy accident on the first challenge?

Alexander wore a deep grin, his arms crossed and stance tall aside of the people as he watched the battle. Due to Kyubi's lack of armor, he did rather well and pulled an underdog battle. Although very light in terms of combat, Kyubi's medic knowledge came to his aid in battle through strategic distractions against his brute opponent, solidified by two small blasts to the back of the tiger's knees. Effectively, the armor was easily gone through due to the energy properties. Rather tired from the game of cat and mouse, the tiger kneeled and panted quietly. Kyubi stood ahead of him, looking down. His eyes held a tint of violet, while Alexander mumbled under his breath.

The Enchanter looked down to the Brute; his mind poisoned by the grip of the Prince. With a jutted heel and a swift arm, the large battleaxe was reclaimed by the Enchanter. Without a word or a pause, the large battleaxe was replaced in the head of its owner with an overhead motion. The Prince released the Enchanter, and smirked; proud of the prowess he induced. The tint vanished from the eyes of the Enchanter, which were locked on the morbid sight of his victim's fate.

Cyrille sighed, and looked to Alexander; his eyes peering at his stance while he mumbled under his breath, "You have become quite dangerous."

Alexander then looked to the team, "When you find yourselves content, you are dismissed. Silver shall be joining you all soon, I shall leave my assistants here to help you with him. Your impeding thief will require help to return, tell the idiot to drink less in the future."

Cyrille rolled his eyes, mumbling more to himself and looking to the hyena assistant, starting to talk quietly about the assistant's abilities while he left the rest of the team to process what they have seen. Alexander bitterly looked at the pair conversing, mumbled something, and then walked off.

[Magical Machine]

(Sorry for the late post.)

Thamir stopped talking to the dragon sitting next to him before watching the match in the arena, eyes locked on what was happening. He then saw his teammates opponent and frowned. The odds seemed to be completely against Kyubi in the raptor's eyes. He then saw the tiger with the battle axe fall and Kyubi standing above him with the battle axe in hand. He felt relief as he saw his ally had won, but he also felt a little bit of sadness that he was more than willing to kill his opponent. Thamir likely felt worried because he was no killer, and he rarely saw death. Whenever he did see someone die, it would make him feel a knot in his chest. He looked over at Cyrille and saw him speaking with Alexander. He decided he would ask him about what they were talking about later. Right now, he decided to try and get his mind off of what he just saw happen in the arena by speaking to the girl next him.

[lyzer]

"What is this..." Lyzer thought too himself after seeing his teammate on the field after just being injured. Even though he won his fight the fact that he was out there was outrageous and it got Lyzer's blood to boil. His sudden increase in emotion shrouded his vision in red and made it difficult to focus. "I need to get a grip and figure out what the hell is going on" after calming himself he got up to go talk to Cyrille about what just happened. Although he wasn't sure what kind of reaction he'd get considering his vision was still a bit hazy.

[Tim Siguire]

*Released from control* I, uhhh... where?....
*After realizing where he was, Kyubi almost freaked out at what he saw in front of him. A Giant lifeless tiger with an axe in his skull*
...*taking a moment to understand where he is* WHA- Ohhhh... NO-no-no-no-no-no!!!!
I cant-.... I didn't-.....*He dropped to his knees about to cry, believing he had brutally killed the tiger*
Where was I when this happened? my mind, I couldn't have... *looks over at the tiger* The blood... all of it, made by me.
*Kyubi got on one knee and slowly stood up* There is no way I can do this... I didn't kill him.. but I have to, get, over it.
Death happens. *Kyubi began shuddering, slowly fearing his own body and mind*
All I need is a rest and refocusing.... Thamir! I can talk to Themir!
*With the crowd roaring inn the background Kyubi could barely hear himself think or talk, but he knew what he was saying*
*Kyubi then sprinted out of the coliseum and into the back rooms where the fighters waited*
I HAVE to get out of here!

[Cyril]

Cyrille's conversation continued with the hyena, whose golden eyes had a similar violet tint within their iris. Catching glimpse of this, the Thief's grin returned to his face while he brought his eyes into direct contact with Christopher, the hyena. "Alexander has required you to stay with my team until I have been returned to the home, correct?" Cyrille's hand played with the die hanging from his neck, and he waited for the response from Christopher.
"Yeah, I am. What about it? Judging from you earlier, walking won't be easy for you. I wonder how you even ta-"
"You would be ideal for some information, then.... So, what is he holding over you, besides your usefulness?"
Cyrille sat up, and legitimately tried to stand up on his own for a brief second. Christopher sighed and caught him on a stumble, supporting his weight easily only for Cyrille to worm himself and lean against the large stone chair.
"'Guess somebody like you wouldn't get what he's got on me." Christopher looked to Cyrille with a smirk, while Cyrille listened and then looked to Lyzer and Thamir.
"We will need to speak of this, later.... I believe for now, I have a few things to take care of, although you'll probably find me on the couch before you get back. If I were you, I'd chat with Kyubi." Cyrille's drunken gaze fell upon Thamir. "Quiet ones often listen and sympathize very well.... Lyzer, make sure they do no't get lost.. I'm going to go find a restaurant, or something.... I'm quite famished." He laughed to himself in amusement, waving a dismissal at the two and then looking to a Christopher. Within a few statements, the violet hue within Christopher's eyes receded and was replaced by their normal gold.

Although Christopher and Cyrille began to chat on their own, voiding most things around them until Cyrille found his coordination well enough to walk once more, it was quite notable that the pair was knowingly watched by Alexander; who was less than 10m away. Soon they walked off, in a similar direction to the group's home, while Alexander walked back to the three crude seats, a sheathed and quite thin sword at his side. 

[Magical Machine]

Thamir watched Kyubi freak out in the arena. He sighed, knowing that Kyubi wasn't going to just forget this the next day. Thamir looked over at the dragon, but she wasn't there anymore. He felt a small wave of surprise wash over him before he began to look around for her, wondering where she possibly could have went. Eventually, he decided she had left and decided to keep watching Kyubi, hoping that he would be able to get out of there so he could as him a few questions about the fight in the arena.

[lyzer]

Lyzer watched the chaotic battles ensue in the arena and saw all of the hate and energy boiled up within each contestant flare out in desperation and malicious intent. What could be so worth it that these people would abandon all feelings of life and become murderous weapons against each other? "I can't stand here and watch this anymore." Lyzer said as he turned around and began to walk away. Whilst in mid stride he stopped and turned toward Thamir and told him "If anything happens to Kyubi I'd appreciate it if you gave me a call... I do owe the guy my life and I will not see him fall. All you have to do is give a holler and I'll be there." And on that note Lyzer continued his stride and began to pick up pace into an eventual run. The feeling of the wind in his face was soothing and he thought meditation on a far off roof would subdue his emotions. And before long he had left the scene entirely.