DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Arrant]

A mysterious soldier opens the door, and walks toward the counter. Taking down his mask, he reveals a wolfish face, barely visible under his dark hood. He puts his large assault rifle on the counter, asking to sign up. After entering himself into the Tournament's roster, he puts his rifle over his back, and walks down the hall to his cell, ignoring the other poor souls signed up for the arena. Checking his rifle, he continues down the hall, muttering to himself.

[Armalite_]

Spike pricked his ears up at the announcement that Chrono had won the battle. Spike looked back at Blaire. "Looks like you got your wish." He smiled and began to walk past her, nodding as he went by. He began to walk down the hallway and turned the corner when he bumped into a new contestant, a wolf by the looks of it. "Woops. Sorry bout that." Spike said re-adjusting the eye patch on his scarred face. "Say, I haven't seen you around here. You new?" The fox asked, crossing his arms.

 

[Arrant]

Arrant pulls his hood down and stares at the fox. After a short pause he extends his hand and says:
"Yes...I am Arrant. No last name, but most refer to me as Arrant der Blut-Jäger. I assume you have a name as well?"

[Armalite_]

Spike smiled showing a row of razors. "I do indeed, my good sir. I'm Spike." He slapped his hand into Arrant's and shook twice. He leaned up against the wall and pulled a sad looking cigarette from his jean pocket from having been bent and twisted. He lit up and puffed smoke from his nostrils. He took another drag before he spoke again. "What brings you here, Arrant?" Spike asked while scratching his bare chest with the left of his tattoo and scar covered arms. Spike's fur was a mess while his upper body was riddled with even more scars than his arms and face. Armor certainly wasn't on his list of necessities.

[Arrant]

"I'm an ex-bounty hunter. My only payer betrayed me. I dealt with him later on," Arrant grins viciously, then his expression returns to normal "but that didn't fix my future. I'm a fighter. Sure there were all sorts of hits put on people, problem is nobody had the cash for me to deal with said people. So I wandered. Eventually I came upon this place, good battles and greater pay, so I decided I'd come in and get some easy cash. After all, I can't go back to my clan..." Arrant stares grimly at the ground for a moment, then looks up and continues talking. "So that's why I'm here. This is the only place I can be."

[Armalite_]

Spike nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised if there was a hit put on me. I'm responsible for the the murders of up to and including two hundred people...so it goes...you may have heard of me." Spike smiled and almost laughed. "I'm here on court order. Can't leave until the day I die for good. Instead of the death sentence they put me here for me to die hundreds of times over instead of only letting me die once just because I fed off the bodies. It's mostly a cash grab though...For ratings and the enertainment of society."

[Arrant]

"Ah that reminds me! I have an unfinished job." Puts the barrel of Hellfire to Spike's head, then laughs when the gun clicks, and pulls the handle up so he can see the missing clip. "Nah, from what I've seen, you're one of the better guys." Arrant's smile vanishes, and he puts a clip in his gun. "Last guy I killed made furniture with his victims, and sold most of it on the Black Market. He started saying something before i ended his pathetic life...something about making him into a coffee table? Ah well."

[Shenzii]

Blaire sighed with relief of the announcement. "Well at least that's over." She looked at Spike. "We'll talk later, I'm sorry for what happened." She hugged him and walked down the hall.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt walked past Blaire, raising an eyebrow at the hugging... feeling he'd missed somthing he walked up to Spike who was now talking to some newcomer, a wolf.... kitt stood beside Spike, listening to the conversation, reloading the ACP repeater before re-holstering it on his thigh.... the short feline then looked up, taking in every aspect of the wolf, physical, weaponry wise, and from what he could work out from the conversation so far.. some of his personality...

"hey, th' names Kitt... i see you just joined up..."

[Arrant]

Arrant tucks his gun away, then looks at the other combatant. "Hello, Kitt. I am Arrant. Ex-bounty hunter. With no family and little money after buying my gear, I came here."

[KittKat chunky~]

"No family? ... i'm in the same boat .... reason i joined, i was taken in by the fighters guild, they train fighters for the arena... lets just say, i'm one of those fighters that dont win... and often get blown the crap out of... so, welcome to the arena, have a pleasant day.." he sniggered, leaning against a nearby structural pillar and checking over his ACP repeater, and forearm blades, still keeping an eye on Arrant....

"So... Arrant, you reckon your up for the challenge of the Arena? i've fought in a few of the smaller arenas.... can't say i won that much... actually come to think of i lost all my matches that i faught..." the feline thought for a moment, before shaking his head... "anyway... nothing like this place... this place, is the toughest of the tough.."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono got to the stands, and quickly caught sight of Blaire, then again... not many dressed like she did. "Hey...I won..." Chrono didn't want to be enthusiastic, because he knew that Blaire was stabbed to death and the match only ended in a draw, compared to his five minute flawless victory, he seemed to make this really easy.

[Shenzii]

"I know I heard. i'm glad for you," She said smiling. "So what exactly happened?" She asked looking at him.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono allowed himself to smile as he took a clip out and then slipped out a bullet with a sparking front cap. "EMP ammunition, specialized for eliminating androids and disabling cyborgs..."

[Arrant]

"Living in the wild has taught me to always be ready for a fight. Remember that, last time someone forgot they were dumb enough to try and wake me. I've fought many people who call themselves the 'toughest of the tough'. Grabs attention. Only thing they get from it is a bullet." Arrant smiles, and pulls his rifle out.