DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono opened his eyes and noticed he was just outside the entrance to the spectator's ring of the arena. Did I just go to sleep? Maybe, I thought it was real...but I guess anything is possible during a mental story like that... Chrono shook his head before heading through and then looking behind him. He spotted her in the stands a good three rows above and quickly bounded over other spectators to sit next to her. "I... took a wrong turn..." he said with a smile as his helmet slid off.

[Gabag]

SWAT turning into cover, Gab was out of ammo for his assault rifle, so he took out his AA-12 and opened fire, knocking his opponents gun on the ground and making him dash behind a rock.

[Entaru]

"I would suggest paying attention, my organic compatriots, it seems that collateral damage is going to be common" A small voice hissed into two's ears and quickly buzzed away. 

Y stayed mostly dispersed just above the arena.  Watching as the fight played out.  At this range he was having trouble predicting movement and weaknesses.  The list that he was compiling on both competitors was filled with the word "UNCONFIRMED WEAKNESS".  The satellites that streamed the fight around the world were tampering with his view of the battle and more than once he found himself viewing a childrens cartoon.  On the ground he wouldn't have a problem but up above there was so much interference that he was practically blind.  That meant 2 things...

1. He would have to collect most of his information by actually fighting his opponents.

How ineffiecent...

2. When he did fight he would have to stay mostly on the ground.  If he did go airborne he would only have a few seconds before the interference began.

Ahhhh, SPAM!! (OOC: That's how he swears)

Y quickly hovered over to where he saw another pair of obvious fighters waiting for their turn  They seem interesting, perhaps a visit is in order.  You never can have too much information.

The dark cloud that is Y flew down and reeassembled himself besides Chrono.  "How are you this delightfully violent day?"  Y said almost humming.


((OOC: had to move this post or else it wouldn't make sense))

[Shenzii]

Blaire laughed and stared down at the arena. "yea, uh huh... sure," She smirked. She put her weight on her arms as she leaned forward. "This place is pretty boring... Don't you think?" She asked.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono smiled and lifted Blaire up so she would be sitting on his lap. "Thats only because the competitors don't have any flashy weapons... unlike myself" he blew a whisp of black flame just close enough to briefly warm Blaire's face.

[Gabag]

Due to the match being over quickly and the crowds desire for blood still unsatiated, the announcer picked two names out of a hat.

"Will Blaire and Spike please enter the ARENA!!!"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono's jaw dropped and sadness almost overfilled his eyes. "You're fighting before me?!"

[Shenzii]

Blaire's ears perked up as she heard her name. "Yes... Time to let out the crazy animal," She said grinning widely. Her eyes glowing a dim purple she stood and leaped into the arena. Her giant blade appeared on her back.

[Entaru]

Y glared at the organic dragon who had decided to ignore him (Inferior organic...If it weren't for the contract I signed I'd kill you here and now) and turned his attention to the girl who had been called into the arena. Y created a new file titled "Blaire" into his 1000 terra-byte hard-drive and wished that he could observe the fight more closely without worrying about static and personal danger.  Then again...

"Is this so called 'Blaire' a friend of yours?" Y attempted to establish another conversation with the dragon, hoping this time the organic would pay attention.  If the two girl and the dragon were were joined in the organic pact of 'friendship' then perhaps he could gain information on 'Blaire' (if a small amount) while extracting information on the dragon.  Of course he would have to take the ineffecient route of actually talking to the organic. 

Chatting up an organic...

Maybe the sun would be less pain, at least to his mechanical ego...

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono looked at the odd looking thing talking to him. "More than that, whats it to you?" the temperature around him rose ten degrees as his dark flame responded to a faint hint of a threat, wether thought up or actual. "Anyway, names Chrono... you?"

[Armalite_]

Spike's ears pricked up at his name. "FINALLY!" Spike plowed through the gate's side door and took hold of his knife off the shelf. He carefully removed his prized belt fed machine gun from the rack and strew the bullet chains over his shoulder. He carried the MG3 in his right arm against his shoulder and walked out into the arena. He saw who he was fighting and widened his eye. "...Figures...Would've been nice to have introduced myself to her first atleast." He said, cocking the large lever on the side of the gun, followed by the clicking the first round being loaded into the firing chamber. 

[Shenzii]

Blaire smiled and looked at her opponent. "I'm Blaire, Pleasure to meet you," she smiled chuckling slightly.

[Armalite_]

"Spike...The pleasure's all mine." He said with a small bow, grinning. He waited. He wanted her to make the first move. Killing her in a hail of gunfire wasn't exactly "entertaining." He held his knife in his left hand and kept his ground.

[Entaru]

"My name is far too complicated for most organics like yourself to remember, so just call me Y"  Y's sensors flared at the spike in temperature but he ignored it.  It would take the heat of a plasma torch before he began to feel uncomfortable.

"I'm asking because you two seem like an interesting pair.  And the way the both of you act around each other is rather confusing"

Y was lying of course (lying came easily to him...and being a machine no one could ever tell when he was).  He knew now that these two were...intimate.  But by talking like a robot with no clues about organic emotions could get the dragon to let his emotional guard down...if only a little.  Perhaps if he got the dragon to relax enough he may even accidently let a few secrets slip.

A disgusting tactic...one that required making (shudder) friends with the dragon.

It would have to do...

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"First things first, don't act like you can get information about society out of me, I'm the last thing society wants someone to be... and regarding me and Blaire, thats on a "need to know" basis, not information that can be easily pryed like an aluminum package of chips" Chrono thought something was up with Y, he was asking things that even most outsiders wouldn't bother with. Add this oddly non-metallic scent constantly wafting through his nostrils, and Chrono had almost zero confidence that this Y was anything worth trusting.