Colosseum Free Form Training [Open to all]

[Ramjammer]

((I'll have to post when I get home. I'm at work right now lmao. I'll put up my character sheet too. Because this poor woman has just made a serious error lol)

 

[Ramjammer]

Rasteva watched the combatants trade blows in silence, committing ability to memory.


However it was a bit difficult to concentrate on anything when you were suddenly being stabbed in the neck.


The armored figure turned it's head, blind gaze settling on a woman a short distance away. In all honestly they hadn't even noticed her during the commotion. Which was odd because after looking at her, she did not seem the type that could be easily ignored. Even harder to ignore was the sword now sticking from Rasteva's neck.


Or the place that Rasteva's neck would be if they'd had one to begin with.


A spark suddenly ignited within the visor of the armored figure's helm, and blazed to life. A glowing orb formed within the darkness and darted side to side before settling on the woman like a single burning eye. Still staring at the woman the armored figure raised a clawed gauntlet to grab at the blade, plucking it out of their neck with little fanfare. Rasteva's eye stared down at the sword before moving back up to regard the woman.


Had Rasteva been at all capable of laughing they would have done so.


Sword in hand, the armored figure lumbered towards the woman, burning eye affixed firmly on her. Coming to a halt a few feet away, stared down at her taking in her battle hardened form. The figure gazed back down at the sword in their hand, noting it's weight despite its small size. Giving a small nod, Rasteva held the sword out to the woman a voice echoing hollowly from within their helm.


"A fine throw, no easy feat from such a distance."


The single burning eye bored directly into the woman.


"But you may want to consider checking that whomever you hurl your blade at even bleeds before doing so, yes?"

 

[deadpool42]

The woman known, fearsomely, as the Dyspepsia tou Drakou tilted back her flask of ale as far as it would go, glugging away deep gulps for a moment until she pulled it away from her lips with an "ah" from deeper in her throat. She jacked it up and down once or twice, hoping to perhaps find a secret reservoir that could be dislodged by the motion, but only a bare few drops dribbled out from the neck of the bottle. She tossed it away, annoyed.


Then, Rasteva's shadow fell over her, and she gradually deigned to raise her gaze up towards them. "Eh? 'Re you still alive?"

 

[Ramjammer]

The Daemon continued to stare down at the woman, even as she drank herself into oblivion. Mortals really did have the most interesting methods of killing themselves.


Her query however sent the armored figure into a small fit of amusement."Alive? No. This One is not alive. This One has never been alive." Rasteva held the sword out to the woman, burning drifting lazily within their helm's visor. "But Rasteva feels that had you now that, you'd not have thrown this. But it is a small matter, you are not the first to assume such a thing."





The armored figure cocked their head, still staring down at the woman. "This one would ask WHY you'd bothered to hurl your weapon, but Rasteva is sure that it goes without saying....."

 

[deadpool42]

Sibyl let out a snort. "For sum'un who ain't alive, ya sure do talk a lot."


Gradually, the woman rose up to her feet, and released an abrupt belch, staggering slightly and bracing herself against the tree that had been her back-rest up until then. She glanced at Rasteva out of the corner of her eye, and then smiled. Her smile wasn't pretty. It looked more like her lips were clawing across her cheeks to bare a mouth full of distinctly metallic teeth, than anything else.


"Well, y'see I was testin' th'waters, seein' if there was somethin' around worth drawin' my sword over. Still ain't sure about it, yet, but yer a pretty good candidate."

 

[Ramjammer]

Humans.....And all Mortals to be quite honest, were not among the Universe's most beautiful residents. Their faces tended to do odd things, and their flesh moved and scrunched of its own volition sometimes.


The woman's smile only increased Rasteva's discomfort tenfold, and they were sure they'd be ill if they had a stomach at all.


But it'd be rude to not answer her, and so the Daemon steeled their resolve despite their misgivings and simply nodded down at the woman.


"Yes. Rasteva is fond of talk, This One does not get to do so often." the armored figure gestured towards their metal bulk. "For more than obvious reasons as you know." The Daemon paused, the woman's snark making them wish they were capable of smiling. "So you sought to test to see if any were worthy of your blade......By hurling it at someone."

 

[Vellichor]

He performed a dimensional slide, basically phasing through all of that bull.


He came to a stop just a few feet away from the Amazon. She reminded him a lot of his mentor, a female warrior anyway. And always drunk. "I could go for a drink right now." He said towards the amazon who was just handed back her sword.


"I think I'd rather fight you, miss. You look handy with a weapon." He held his sword vertical to his shoulder and took up a casual stance. "I'd like to test your strength. Ah you there, giant Golem. Mind fighting those things about hundred yards that away. They seem to be completely overpowered for my tastes."

 

[Vellichor]

(Sorry I've been afk. Not my main site. Anyway Amazonian, you're the test I think I want. As for uh my other opponent. Sorry dude, I'm not sure who taught you how to fight, but you should find a mentor. Why you felt the need to move lightspeed or do any of that is just beyond me. It seems like all of your characters arnt balanced in any way.)

 

[deadpool42]

Sibyl laughed, and it was a sardonic guffaw, which was somehow reminiscent of the sound of fish drowning.


"Aye; if ya had dropped dead, ya wouldn't'a been much worth the trouble of even liftin' a finger. But ya looked tough enough t'gamble on, an' I gambled right, a bite," she stated, and yawned, stretching her arms and sharpening her sinews.


It was at that moment when a scrawny little kid more or less just appeared in front of them. He started talking about something or other, but Sibyl's ADD robbed her attention away from him and it was all lost to white noise. It didn't help that she generally didn't care about what he was saying, either.


"Is this kid still talkin'?" She eyed him with a pair of incorrigible irises, which for all the world looks like the maws of two lampreys, clutching between their teeth a single, black pearl; her pupil. "Get outta here, ya ain't worth my breath t'talk to."

 

[Ramjammer]

Rasteva only offered the woman a curt nod in reply, their focus suddenly taken up by the man all but teleporting to their side. The Daemon felt a touch of irritation at being called a 'Golem'. A Golem was a disgusting thing, made of earth and they had no manners at all. Rasteva was VERY well mannered, and kept their armor clean at all times. So it stood to reason that the Daemon was BETTER than a Golem.


But then again this was a Human addressing them. When did they ever know anything?


Rasteva's burning eye settled lazily on the man, his request catching them a bit off guard. "You want This One to....Fight in your stead?" For the second time that day, the armored figure wished they were capable of sighing. "That is something that Rasteva cannot do. It is YOUR battle, and you carry the responsibility in finishing it." Honestly, who was teaching young people the Art of Battle these days? Leaving a fight midway through was at best a sign of poor manners.


At worst it was a sign of cowardice.


Rasteva continued to stare at the Man, currently unsure of which he truly was. Though judging from his casual manner, and complete disregard for Arena Law the Daemon had to assume the latter. "No Rasteva will not finish your fight for you. You presume much to even approach This One and ask such a thing." The armored figure paused as the woman all but snarled at the other man. "And I do not think she is...interested..."

 

[Vellichor]

And with that, he waved and walked past both of them.


"If you're not here to fight, I won't make ya."

 

[Uta]

'...Uta walked into the environment wiping a bit of blood from his cheek. He had seen a lot of people fighting and decided to join. He hadn't fought anyone in a very long time. Infact his fingers popped a little from typing on the keyboard so rapidly. He had a bit of nostalgia for this, remembering rotting world style (which he was currently roleplaying in), and the different tiers of fighting roleplay. Enough sitting here though; he rested his hand against his neck and slowly pulled his head from the offending hand. His neck cracked a bit, he switched hands and repeated with the other side before bending his knees to squat above the ground now resting both arms on his knees. He wondered if anyone would challenge him, or if he would have to pull the attention manually...'

p.s. don't be too hard on me.
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[DrabberRogue]

"Oho?" The first thought that went through the magician's mind as he approached the training ground...Well...He'd like to say that he was intrigued in a purely mature and thoughtful manner at the various-apparently rather powerful-beings that had arrived before him...But...Well...He quite simply doesn't have that level of focus, and the first thing that blasted through his intensely inquisitive mind was something roughly akin to, 'Oooh, elementals, fun~ Ahhh, a telekineti- IS THAT A DAEMON?! SOOO COOOL!!! Oh...And a swordsman I guess, she looks kinda...Huh, she's got lots of scars...Wonder the types of things she's see-...Hmm, seems someone else has arrived late to the party, I wonder...'





Indeed, this particular young man possessed an intense, almost childish curiosity. (A curiosity so strong that sometimes his writer gets carried away and forgets to describe him...Whoops...) Unfortunately for the more mature beings present at the training ground, this particular magician didn't deviate much from the pattern of unnaturally gifted young mortals, as he himself was only in his late teens. Befitting of his age, the young man didn't look particularly intimidating in a physical sense, being quite thin and possessing skin so pale one might mistake him for a vampire; though at the very least he maybesortakindadidn'treally make up for it in being rather tall for a boy his age. Setting his apparent lack of athleticism aside, the young magician possessed golden blonde hair and...For the moment at least...Bright, icy blue eyes that seemed to reflect a level of intelligence and knowledge far beyond what he should possess at his age, or what any human should possess for that matter. As for the apparel of this dashing, if a bit pale young man; he wore (and dare I say rocked) a jet black tuxedo, vest, and tie accompanied by a crimson shirt underneath. All of this was rounded out by a rather ornate looking cane with what appeared to be some sort of crystal imbedded into its handle, and topped off by a jazzy black fedora.


The magician promptly proceeded to sneeze rather suddenly, thus interrupting his train of thought; not to mention mildly annoying him, as he had wished to make a cool and dramatic entrance to the arena. Giving a sigh as he silently hoped no one had noticed him yet, he idly adjusted his fedora to keep the sun out of his eyes, leaving his hand perched on its brim as he turned his eyes back to the others to continue observing them. He eventually decided he'd stick to the edges of the area and watch the dueling from afar, he was quite eager to watch the others in combat...Learn about their powers, their fighting styles, perhaps their origins, personalities, weapons, homelands, favorite foods, opinions on his theory of the relation between celestial arcana and dreams...Oh dear, now he really had too many questions...

 

[Uta]

-Dead- ((Peace out guys if you want to get ahold of me just tag me via @Uta ))