DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Shenzii]

Blaire clutched the railing tightly. please don't let him die like I did. She thought to herself. She watch closely at the fighters.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono reloaded and repeated what he did earlier, but instead coating his bullets in fire so the increase in heat allowed it to zip through the air at a higher velocity as their heat energy creates kinetic through propulsion. He then got into a defensive stance, his gun shifted to its bulky side to act as a shield in case his flames were countered.

[Entaru]

The bullets hit their mark square and true leaving large holes in Y's chest.  Y took a step back, unprepared for the impact.  A normal creature would have fallen, and in reality many had.   Unfortunately for Chrono, Y wasn't one creature...

He was millions...

The holes seemed to disintegrate backwards as they were refilled.  Y began laughing.

"A GUN?!  IS THAT ALL?" Y cackled at his opponent  "I'll show you how to do real damage!!!"

Y exploded into dust, only to begin reforming as floating metal shards.  The slivers floated completely still for a moment.  A voice came from the shards as they began circling around a single point.

"Let's see if you can handle THIS!!!!!!!" the swirling shards shrieked (say that ten times fast)  "SHRAPNEL STORM!!"

The shards, now a whirlwind of metal, flew towards Chrono.  The arena was filled with its noise as the shards cut through the air at sub-sonic speeds.  The noise was excrutiating, like a banshee's scream mixed with nails on a chalkboard.

Time to die organic... Y thought as he approched Chrono

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono smirked. Frontal assault... hes underestimating me... Then lets show him that he is not so much different from us... Chrono's fire shield turned into dark plasma by increasing their heat energy ten-fold, he then created a cerimonial broadsword from black flame and stabbed it into the ground. "Pride will be your downfall, Y" As soon as he finishes his statement, a symbol glows on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly Y feels a sudden boost in self confidence as he gets closer to Chrono, regardless of the incrase in defenses.

[Shenzii]

Blaire's ears fall back and her eyes soften. She pushed away from the railing and walked into the building. "I need sleep, perhaps this sharp pain on my chest will go away." She said to herself aloud.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked back at Blaire, staring at her with his right eye as she began to leave. He looked down before he rushed to catch up to her. "Blaire wait up!" He caught up to her. "You never explained why you stopped Chrono from frying me."

[Shenzii]

She looked at him and sighed deeply. Her hand reached up to hold her chest. The pain shot through her body. "I guess, no matter what, I can't let someone die on false pretenses... Especially when they put up such a good fight. Plus, you seem like a nice guy." She winked and smiled. She then looked away and let go of her chest.

[Armalite_]

Spike was taken aback by her comment. He'd never had someone say he seemed anywhere close to a nice person. His mouth hung open for a moment before he quickly snapped it shut. "...Thank you." For the first time in what seemed like forever, a smile of happiness formed on his face.

[Shenzii]

Blaire smiled. "So Why are you here in the first place?" She asked, trying to change the subject. She sensed his uneasiness.

[Armalite_]

Spike pricked his ears upward then backward. He looked down and crossed his one boot over he other. He looked back up at Blaire. "I was put to trail for the murder of nearly 200 people and instead of the death sentence...I was put here." He said, reaching out and pointing down."...once I told them what I did with the bodies." He laughed lightly. "They weren't too happy about that."

[Shenzii]

"Wow, better than my reason. My father is one the many political figures in this god forsaken city and in order to go against him completely, I came here." She looked at him and laughed a little. "Sounds a bit pathetic compared to your story."

[Armalite_]

Spike chuckled. "Most kids turn to drugs, alcohol, suicide, and poetry. Not death matches." He smiled and shook his head. "Youth in revolt...What ever will parents do?" He looked down and kicked dirt up. "You know, when I was young, my daddy used to beat me because he didn't know of a better way to raise me. He always wanted me to be just like him." Spike said with a grimace. "He would slap mommy around while I stood in the corner and watched holding Patches, my stuffed bear. I would cry and cry and squeeze Patches as if to squeeze the last tiny drop of hope from him. My daddy would look at me and momma like a couple of rats scurrying around in filth," Spike clemched his teeth. "Daddy thought it would be funny to put a cigar out in my eye!" Spike said, a tone of vicious anger growing in his voice as he spoke while pointing at the eye patch. He looked back down and began to laugh. "One day my mom said she was going out to get cigarettes..." After that, my dad found a knife stabbing through his right eye while little Spike sat over catching him in his sleep. Spike looked up. "Twenty two years...and I'm still waiting for her to come back, Blaire."  A tear formed in his eye. "I wish mommy would come back...She'd be safe with me." The tear drop rolled down his face. 

[Chrono Blackwyng]

After taking an unusually long time to hit their target, the bullets give off the 'gift' that the black fire hid: Emp charges. Plus, with his clip being thirty rounds, all thirty rounds hit everywhere on his body, short-circuiting the cloud and making it crash to the floor. "Hmph...Pride before a fall... didn't know it would be literal"

[Gabag]

"AND THE WINNER IS CHRONO!" the announcer yelled into the microphone before the crowd cheered uncontrollably

everyone thought Entaru would tear the dragon to peices

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono re-holstered his rifle and walked off, all too eager to meet Blaire again. I didn't even have to resort to using my other strategy...Oh come on, I wanted to use it, I wanted to see him suffer! What makes you think she'll let us get away with acting that self-rightous?. There was no reply as Chrono climbed up the stairs to reach the spectator stands.