DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Armalite_]

Spike clutched his chest with his left hand and lifted the machine gun in his right. The roar of bullets left Blaire with 3 bullet wounds in her stomach. As shells bounced out of the firing chamber, Spike let go of his chest and held his weapon with both hands for better aim.

[Shenzii]

Blaire laughed and stabbed spike in the left shoulder and dragged it down almost cutting him in two. She pulled sword up and watched the blood run down its silver blade.

[Armalite_]

Spike fell to his knees. His left arm separated from his body and fell to the floor, the limb hanging off by a few layers of flesh and exposing part of his rib cage. Spike let go of his gun and reached around with his right hand, grabbing his left hand on the floor before ripping the rest of the limb off himself. He swung the severed arm with bone breaking force against Blaire's face, breaking her jaw. "Now try laughing." He weezed. Blaire's blade had also punctured his lung. He dropped the limb to the ground and pulled the knife from his belt. He surged forward with his arm, stabbing Blaire in the throat. He pulled his knife out of her neck and stabbed again, and repeated each movement of his arm while stabbing faster and faster as blood sprayed from the wounds all over his face and chest.

[Shenzii]

Blaire kicked him away with all her might and managed to cut his head off with whatever strength she could gather. She used the rest of the magic she had left to heal what wounds took to her throat. She then moved her jaw and placed it back in socket.

[Gabag]

(uhh blaire I don't think it would be possible to survive that many blows to the throat and come out not caring)

[Shenzii]

((Oh please! when I dragged my blade down him, his heart was most definitely SEVERED! So maybe... he should be the one being jumped on. And if you tell me I'm being ridiculous... No one can freakin move after their heart is hindered... trust me!))

[Gabag]

(well the fact you also took 3 high caliber bullets without caring also is a reason to note my worry, i'm not saying spike could die, its a very very probable outcome, my concern is the fact you manage to kick someone off you after they repeatedly shanked your characters throat.)

[Armalite_]

((Ahem, If I may be so bold to point out, The heart insn't located under the left shoulder.))

[Chrono Blackwyng]

(How about you both just die from blood-loss and call this match a draw?)

[Shenzii]

((gabag... he shot me fine, but You still can move and most the time warriors don't let anything get in their way. Shots hinder, not stop. Severing arteries stop! My character doesn't quit... especially when she isn't absolutely killed or stopped. So, on account that you can still move yea maybe not swim 30 miles or some outrageous feet but you can still move a decent amount. So unless his heart is on the right, He shouldn't have stabbed my person in the first place. and I dragged the blade downwards... I clearly stated that... and the blade was sure to strike it. I know where the heart is located. Hence why I said, dragged the blade...))

[Entaru]

((Spikes right.  Every school kid knows that it resides just barely to the left of the right pectoral muscle.  Only thing you'd hit is a lung which he pointed out))

[Gabag]

(actually the heart is located on the right side of the body... , i'm not saying spike WOULDN'T die, but his death wouldn't be immediate and would still be able to do a little bit more before bleeding out from the massive wounds)

Post Merge: December 07, 2009, 03:07:24 AM(this match shall be a draw, end of discussion!)

With both of the competitors dead, with Spike bleeding out, and Blaire unable to bring oxygen into her lungs, the medical crews pick the bodies up and move them to the medical ward, where their marvelous healing talents are being put to work.

[Armalite_]

((Ok yeah, I don't want to keep arguing. A draw's fine with me...But I killed Blaire first...*laughs and runs off*))

[Entaru]

Y looked on from afar as the combatants were taken away.

"Foolish organics, trying so hard and getting absolutely no-where.  I doubt they have the capability to even be a challenge to myself, let alone the arena champion."

Y waited patiently as the minutes ticked by, simply watching the spectators interact until his name was called.

[Armalite_]

Spike awoke with a start on a hospital bed. He was attached to several machines by wires that ran deep below his skin as they worked to put the skin back together. He looked down at his severed arm which was now re-attached while also aching from breaking the bone against Blaire's face. "I'm not doing that again." He groaned while he was slowly put back together.