DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Shenzii]

"ah, I see..." She smiled and folded her arms.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono looked at the Arena and then looked at the floor. "How can I make up for what I did in the infirmary?"

[Shenzii]

"Don't worry about it. It was no big deal. I resolved it, didn't I?" She looked at him and smirked.

[Armalite_]

Spike smirked. "You'll need a lot more than a bullet to stop most the combatants here, Arrant." He said, pulling out the cigarette from his lips. "Believe me, I've tried." Spike said, raising his eye brows and smiling.

[Arrant]

Arrant laughs "We'll see. I have armor as strong as a lion, weapons as deadly as vipers, and enough skill to match." He pulls his hood back up slightly.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono hugged around her shoulders and lowered his head past hers so she couldn't make eye-contact. "For me it is... my whole family is branded as freaks and all the books we own, read, and practice are banned by every religion and almost anyone with fear of the demonic. The only place I can go to make a living involves death... and my 'demon blood' runs the strongest among my whole family. You saw the first stage of it in the infirmary, thats more than enough that I can bear to show..."

[Entaru]

Y woke up, dazed, in the infirmary.  At first he was confused but then he remember the EMP that had went off.  His eyes blazed red as he shot upright in his bed.

He lost...

Despite everything...he lost...

"NO!!!" Y roared as he flew out of the infirmary

"I CAN'T LOSE!!!! I NEVER LOSE!!!" Y was furious.  There was a flaw in his design.  And the dragon had hit it square...without knowing about it.  He was defeated by a lucky shot.  Y hated luck.  It wasn't measurable.  And to Y, if it wasn't measurable, it didn't exist.

Y was on the rampage, and if he found either Chrono or a scientist, then there would be hell to pay.

[Shenzii]

"It doesn't bother me... I stopped it." She looked at him and sighed. "I'm going to go check out the new comer. You may come as long as you don't scare him..." She smirked and walked past him towards the wolf. She ran her fingers in her hair, her side bangs falling in front of her right eye. The rest of her hair fell around her neck and shoulders covering any scars. "Hey, haven't seen you around here," She said looking at the male. Her eyes were now a warm hazel color.

[Arrant]

"Yes, I am new to the tournament. I signed up not too long ago." Arrant holsters his weapon, then continues speaking. "I came here to battle, as well as to gather up some money."

[Shenzii]

"Good luck with that. No one has seen a cent of money," she said, "and I've been here for a couple of months." She looked at him and smiled. "I'm Blaire by the way," She exclaimed holding out her hand.

[Arrant]

Arrant shakes Blaire's hand. "I am Arrant." Arrant pulls out his knife and starts running his thumb along the edge. "If I don't get the money, at least I get to get some decent fighting in. Marked men and animals don't seem to put up a good fight."

[Shenzii]

"Well you need to have the skills. Most people here aren't what they seem," She smirked. Blaire eyed the knife then the rest of his utilities.

[Gabag]

Holding the dossier on the new blood Arrant, Kain looked up to Gabag, with a cigar shoved in his helmet respirator.

"The kid has talent hunting people down for a living, used to capturing targets.. he wouldn't last a week in the Arena..." muttered Kain,  taking the cigar out and exhaling deeply. The last week had been hard for him.

Mr. Yellow (Entaru) failed in his first match, and the benefactors who entered him would not be happy to hear about it. Even more concerning Chrono has actually won his first match, some religious higher ups will cry blasphemy.

"Don't be too sure about it Kain, the world's full of suprises... I mean Chrono won today, and didn't even enter into his field of strengths either. Our benefactors will be very angry about this Kain."

"I know... we emailed the coverup... they didn't buy it.... Any other options?"

"One... come to Mr. Yellow with a deal tormorrow... but first send the Nano Shinobi to keep that machine under control... I can't have him murdering my guests..."

"As you wish Mr. Maximus"

As if on Cue, since Mr. Yellow was really pissed, the benefactors provided the Arena with emotionless guards. The Nano Shinobi, capable of restraining Mr. Yellow on a nano level, they tackled him, and quickly took him to Gabag.

(no killing players outside of official arena combat, please, this ain't a strike at you Entaru, so I'm giving Y a chance to vent)


"Well well well... Mr. Y. your creators will not be pleased to hear about this recent failure of yours, and they are angry with the Arena and are threatening to close it down, so I'm offering you a deal. Silently deal with your creators and their company, and we'll give you the freedom to choose your next path in life"

[Armalite_]

"Well you need to have the skills. Most people here aren't what they seem," She smirked. Blaire eyed the knife then the rest of his utilities.

A grin slowly formed on Spike's face as he turned to face Blaire. "No...No they do not." He let out a quiet sinister laugh and turned back to Arrant. "I wonder who'll you'll be fighting first. I'm looking forward to see how you put up." Spike unclipped the chain of bullets that he was using to hold up his pants and held it up in front of Arrant to see. "See these? 7.62 Full Metal Jacket. They'll shoot through armor without a problem." He reached forward and knocked on Arrant's armor. He smiled, took a step back, and re-attached his belt to his pants. "There is a reason I don't bother wearing armor, my friend. Some contestants like to feel safe I guess."

[Arrant]

"Hmm...well at least, I could see in the dark and wade through some radiation. Or perhaps you're right? I could go for a fight or two without armor. Keep me from getting rusty."