DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Arrant]

Arrant pulls out his rifle in case something violent happens, but steps to the side to avoid any side fights. "What's wrong with him?" Arrant asks as the strange person walks away.

[Armalite_]

Spike stepped back to make way for Y as he made his deliberate and unnecessary push through the small gathering. He watched Y walk past and then looked back at Arrant. "That there's Y. I think he's a little upset about losing the match he just came out of." Spike said, putting his cigarette out on the bottom side of his right combat boot. "Don't worry about him. I think he's a nice guy once you get to know him." He said followed by a chuckle.

[Arrant]

"Hmpf. I don't like him," Arrant nods while he puts his rifle away, "I have a bad feeling about him. But I'm sure I'm just being paranoid. Still, something is a little off about him...Surely a little companionship would do him good. I'll see what I can do later. As for now, I'll just hang around until I get shoved into a match."

[Armalite_]

"Pfff. That might be a while, bud. We're selected at random. So it goes. Some contestants don't see the ring for months." He said, reaching up to his face and moving his eye patch aside to carefully scratch the inside of the empty socket. He moved the patch back in place and shook his head. "Sorry. I had something in my eye socket."

[Arrant]

"Uh huh...Well what are the combatants supposed to do in the meantime? Sit here and mingle?"

[Armalite_]

Spike made a face. "Uh well...Uh you can either rot in your cell that is now your home, talk and mingle like now, or you can wander about. But I'm afraid there isn't much local color." Spike reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled out another cigarette with his teeth. He lit up and exhaled. "...and I've just about had it with the local color."

[KittKat chunky~]

"Kistrev Szabo?"
The speaker was a thick set wolf, wearing the white lab suit of the fighters guild technologics department...

"yup, thats me.... you got a reason for vistin' me or is it my birthday?"

The wolf laughed for a moment, before returning to seriousness.. "yes i have a reason for visiting your personage... the guild is perfecting a new armour type for the arena... we need combatants to test it for mass production.... we would wish if you could test it, it far outdates your current armour...."

Kistrev looked down to his armour, the build up of rust, grime and years of accumulated dirt...
"what pay is there in it for me?"


"the wolf smirked, fifty credits are in it for you my friend... although unfortunately you only recieve the payment if you survive.... this is also an offer, i do believe, you cannot turn down..."

"ah... one of THOSE offers.... well, i'l start training with the armour right away..."

[Arrant]

"I guess if the combatants don't kill me, the boredom will," Arrant laughs as he pulls an ancient bottle of vodka from his backpack.

[Gabag]

"I guess if the combatants don't kill me, the boredom will," Arrant laughs as he pulls an ancient bottle of vodka from his backpack.

"there's a new training center, go down this hallway, 2nd door on the right" Gab said, taking out a bullet and spinning it in his fingers

"Mr. Y and Arrant, please come to the arena for your match"

"Guess not then Arrant, you got to fight quickly

[Entaru]

((D'OH!  >__<.  Oh, well.))

Y realized that the signal had been sounded.  He had to get to the science team and get there fast.  Who knew how fast that Nano-Ninja would tear apart this Arrant creature.  Y quickly dispersed and flew to his position like a bat out of heck ((didn't know if I was allowed to say it)).

He would make sure that the fools who created him would see the full extent of their work.

[Gabag]

(no the signal was when the announcer introduced the contestants forgot to mention that, so please go back)

[Shenzii]

Y's fighting again? She thought. Something weird is going on... Her eyes shifted back and forth. "Chrono, Isn't there supposed to be a specific period of time that combatants have before another fight..."

[KittKat chunky~]

"so... how does the armour feel for first appearances?"
The lab coated canine watched Kitt perform a few minor stretches, getting a feel for its weight and strengths...

"it feels... light... really light.... i feel like im not even wearing armour..."

The canine nodded, ticking a box on his sketchpad...
"try a few combat manoeveures.... with the jump belt im sure you will be surprised at the agility with the armour..."

Kitt nodded, frowning slightly, with a flick of his wrist a long blade span and locked into place, extending from his forearm down around thirty centimetres past his palm... he raised an eyebrow, spinning and locking the second blade, this one shorter and curved, extending from the forearm to just past his middle finger....

"impressive... though can it do anything more than show off for the crowd?"

The canine nodded again, pointing to the holographic training targets... Kitt swung a few times with the blades, before making a leap for the nearest one... a leap that, with his feline agility, and the jump belts aid, was much longer than expected... he impaled the target with both blades, up to his wrists.. before jumping to the next one, slicing it in half... more targets appeared, and with each slice, every spin dive and stab his style became more perfected.. more individual... until, at the last target, he unlocked the blades, a spining whirling attack that immolated the last target in a flash of silver...

"impressive young Kitt.... much impressive..."

[Arrant]

"Hmm...I'll keep the training center in mind." Arrant hands his Vodka to Spike, then asks Gabag, "Where do I go for my fight?"

[Shenzii]

Blaire shrugged and walked out to the arena stands. "This should be interesting.... This not fighting thing blows," She said to herself. She lifted her hand to touch an old scar that was to the left on her chest and going down to the middle of her right side. She sighed and watched as the combatants readied for the battle.