Colosseum Multiverse Fighting Tournament (The Quest for the Zirconium Diamond) IC

[Trektek]

The darkness was all encroaching in the room until a light illuminated a figure. It was a man with his arms chained up high against a wall, shirtless with his formerly athletic muscular frame reduced due to slight emaciation from lack of proper sustenance for a time. He coughed lightly as another figure entered the room wearing mask and cape. "Come to gloat some more Tek?" The chained man spoke, voice raspy from not enough liquids in his current diet.

"No, my friend, not to gloat." He took a seat in a nearby chair as he clasped his hands together and leaned forward in his seat. "Well, maybe I'll gloat just a little." He chuckled in his deep voice, amplified by his mask. "I merely came to tell you that I've finally decided to hold the tournament, and with it, bring out some of the best fighters in the multiverse to clash."

"For your amusement?" The chained man pulled himself into a more of a standing position, no longer letting his arms completely stretch out. He knew that one day when he got out of these chains, that his arms would be plenty sore, but that was not today.

"Well, yes, partially." Tek moved his hands through the air in a circular waving motion. "But that is not the only reason. they'll be competing also for prestige as the best fighter in the Multiverse and for this." He pulled out a large glowing jewel from underneath his cape. "The Zirconium Diamond. Not only is it exceedingly rare, so if you sold it, you'd be set for life, but just by holding onto it, you become stronger, faster, smarter than ever before."

"Then why would you give it up?" The man could possibly think of a reason, but in his food and water deprived mind, he couldn't be sure.

"Why, that's my little secret and for you to ponder over." He stood up and began to leave but then turned back, "Oh, and I've send an invitation to your daughter about the tournament. I'm sure that she'll want to save her poor father from his cruel fate." And with that he began laughing maniacally as he walked out of the room while the mysterious man could only whisper a small No as the light went back out and he was shrouded in darkness once again.

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Y'Gdrassil Coliseum, a place between the realms of the multiverse that can be accessed by everywhere as part of a waystation of the realms. It consists of the Coliseum itself, A Small Town, a Multitude of Shops where you can get many things from all over and a Tower for residents and tournament goers. People were always coming and going, but in recent times it was occupied by the powerful warlord known as TEK, a mysterious masked figure that seemed to have an almost unlimited amount of machines and mercenaries to fight by his side. Recently, he has announced a grand tournament for which the ultimate prize was not only the extreme accolades that comes with winning such a large tournament with competitors from all across the multiverse, but also the Zirconium Diamond, a very rare and powerful magical object that can be sold to make you Rich for Life, or just be used as a Magical Boost of Power. No one truly knows all of its capabilities, but it has legends of its own and that makes it worth while to many people.

Of course, people have come here for many reasons, some for Power, some for Glory, some for Revenge and others still for Riches beyond Compare. As word spread far and wide of this tournament throughout the multiverse, this pocket of the realms between began to fill and swell with competitors as well as with spectators that knew they would get the experience of a lifetime. How often would they get to see people and creatures from all across the multiverse clash against each other for their own amusement? Something of this caliber didn't just come along every century. The crowd swelled as it was almost time for the opening ceremony by the Mysterious Warlord TEK, himself. An Iron golem of a blue hue waded into the back of the crowd. Secured on her back was a large shield engraved with a symbol of a group that has long been lost to time. Her only other major distinguishing feature was her right blue eye that had a scar across it from battles ages past. She was here for one thing and one thing only, to take out TEK and save her father from his clutches. But she knew that it would not be easy, not with so many competitors and the amount of guards that the warlord has on his person. The easiest way for her to get a shot at him was to win the tournament, but she had a backup plan just in case that fell through.

All those that arrived would check in at the front booths. The spectators would pay to purchase a ticket, while the competitors would receive a thin plastic sheet with words written in their native languages. It lists instructions and if the screen is touched, different options will appear, including a map of the coliseum with nearby town, living quarters, shops, restaurants and of course a listing of all the matches for the current day, which will eventually feature that person's match.

Fanfair erupted ahead from on top of an overhang and the man in question showed himself. Wearing a Silver Mask with Blue Glowing Eyes and a Cape over his back, he seemed bigger than life even before he began to speak with a deep booming and echoing voice that was further amplified by the magical nature of the Pocket Dimension. "Competitors, spectators, and various assassins that will no doubtably threaten my person. I welcome you to this Multiverse Fighting Tournament and appreciate each and every one of you for being here. I know that you have all come out here to earn your victory and the prize itself, but along the way, make sure to entertain. These guests did not arrive to see a fight end too soon. Each and every one of you bring something different and unique, a perspective from another realm and all the experiences inside that bring you to your complete fruition. But I digress. Those who have come to compete will put on a fantastic show, I'm sure, for all our wonderful guests. The ancient magics of this arena prevent the death of your opponents, so don't feel that you have to hold back. So be free and let loose. You will have been separated into 4 brackets as per your screens. The first matches of the day will begin in 2 hours. Please don't be late."

With that, the masked host turned and left, leaving loud cheers in his wake. The people were ready and raring for the fights to begin. However, soon enough, the crowd began to disperse so that everyone could mentally and physically prepare themselves or in some cases stop off for a bite to eat or purchase some equipment at the store.

There were large machines about 7 feet tall and mercenaries wielding powerful looking weapons that seemed to be on patrol or guarding locations.

For anyone that now took a look at their screens, the listing for the tournament is as follows:

Bracket 1:

Match 1: Darth Vader vs Giovanni Potage Match 2: Abelgard Müller vs DOOMGUY Match 3: Groh vs Wildfire Match 4: Link vs Benjamin Kirby "Ben" Tennyson

Bracket 2:

Match 1: Hiryu Kakogawa vs Rex Salazar Match 2: Super Girl vs Gennao Ex Crepesculum Match 3: Alice Solva vs Aloy Match 4: Alexandra Roivas vs Ape-Slayer

Bracket 3:

Match 1: Jak/Mar vs Ideo Match 2: The Marauder ( Lazaro1505 ) vs Ghidorah Match 3: Weiss Schnee vs Saint-14 Match 4: Luke vs Sergeant Cortez

Bracket 4:

Match 1: Peter Petrelli vs Predator Match 2: Conker vs Katsuki Bakugo Match 3: Merlinus Ambrosius-Takagaki vs Metal Sonic Match 4: Pious Augustus vs Magen

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PolikShadowbliss Darth Vader
PolikShadowbliss Super Girl
Lazaro1505 Abelgard Müller
yourlocal-eboyy Groh
Thepotatogod Hiryu Kakogawa
Nenma Takashi Alice Solva
darkred Jak/Mar
Lazaro1505 The Marauder
PolarBear20 Weiss Schnee
Corrosion Saint-14
Develius Ghidorah
Thepotatogod Gennao Ex Crepesculum
darkred Aloy
Kameron Esters- Ideo
Develius DOOMGUY
mysteryxio Rex Salazar
TruthHurts_22 Giovanni Potage
mysteryxio Wildfire
Andrita Peter Petrelli
GeorgeTownRaja Katsuki Bakugo
Crow Merlinus Ambrosius-Takagaki
Crow Benjamin Kirby "Ben" Tennyson
Scatterbrain Ape-Slayer
Twist Luke

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Darth Vader

To say that the dark lord of the Sith was imposing was an understatement but even he felt an inkling of potential fear when he looked upon his would be competitors. Some looked over worldly and tough, while yet others looked feeble and weak, and absolutely none were powerful in the Force, dark side or light side. Yet ... he could feel a disturbance in the Force, the very pinnacle of it centered around this tournament. No doubt his Master also felt this disturbance in the Force and would put two and two together. But it did not matter. He was going to win this tournament and by any means nessecary. Take this diamond and use its power to defeat his Master once and for all.

Silently he looked down at his pad, he did not recognize his opponent. He did not recognize any of these outlandish names. But he will beat them all the same.

Supergirl


It took a while for mild mannered Kara Danvers to convince the people in charge that she even was Supergirl - though when they figured out, they didn’t seem to particularly care. She was just another combatant among dozens of combatants. She thanked them eagerly anyway and immediately checked the brackets- only to blink twice at the fact that they were all in Kryptonan. The shock was quickly over however when she realized she recognized some of these names. Paper Mario, Link (especially Link), and Darth Vader!? Kara laughed to herself, if it weren’t for her recent adventures, she would have balked at the idea that fictional characters actually exist. How much that changed.....​

 

[Develius]

"Several Hours Earlier..."

Spoiler: Appearance Theme

​

At the break of dawn, citizens living and working around the grand colosseum would find themselves rudely awakened by a huge flash of light erupting right on top of the settlement. To those who'd look up, they would notice a massive fireball forming within the clouds above; one bright enough to illuminate the entire area as if it was mid-day for a few moments. Many would believe that it was a meteor descending from the heavens, or even a miniature star forming sporadically by an unseen force. Yet they would be treated to something far more grandiose... and much the more terrifying. Soon the inferno above them would begin to formulate into a solid force: representing a being of great power.

From the roaring flames, a terrible beast was forged into existence.

Covered in magnificent gilded scales, a winged three-headed dragon made his bombastic introduction as he descended towards the ground. His three crowned heads cackled sporadically, chatting nonsensically in a tongue indecipherable to most. It was as if each head had a mind of its own; one seemingly of malevolent spite. He would make landfall a fair distance meters away from the town's entrance, ominously towering over the establishment with it's 30 meter height alone. Dark low-lying clouds would also form around it as yellow bolts of lightning thundered chaotically around him. The heads would take a good look at the town, slithering in different positions to get a detailed overview at their destination with bickered chatter, before unifying once more to roar into the heavens with a terrible shriek that echoed for miles around.

King Ghidorah had finally made landfall.

Yet almost as suddenly, the beast's form was once again encapsulated in another bright flash of light. A golden hue covered Ghidorah's entire form before the beast seemed to vanish from the face of the universe. Even the clouds above would vanish completely as the sky began to clear and make way for the morning proper. Shocked onlookers could only speculate upon what they had witnessed, murmuring amongst themselves while they cautiously go about their own business. After all, everyone was already too engrossed towards the upcoming tournament rather than evacuating the presence.

They'll see him again... perhaps sooner than they may realize.

"Present Hour..."​

Sitting on the rooftop balcony of the greatest 5-star restaurant in town, a dark-skinned male with unusually blonde hair and elaborate golden clothing could be seen sipping on a glass of maroon-colored wine. Where he sat, he'd oversee the main broadway leading to the front of the Colosseum: where he observed the eager and bustling crowd of spectators pushing and shoving against one another as they entered the arena. Ghidorah's arrival had certainly caused quite a stir throughout the establishment, enough for the guards to be a bit more cautious than they already were. Yet not much to their surprise perhaps, he didn't come here to go on a destructive and murderous spree against the whole planet. No... he was here like everyone else. The tournament. And he too was much intrigued by the grand prize that lured in his interest.

His dimly-lit red eyes glanced down at the pad provided to him by the officials upon arriving - presenting him with a wealth of information regarding both the tournament and the area surrounding it. He knew naught of these menial combatants but nonetheless he was adamant regarding the outcome.

The King of Terror was going to win this petty contest.

Location: Random Bar​

"Huh? Whaddya mean I can't have more?! JUST GIMMIE!"

Conflict quickly erupts within the bar as two robot bouncers attempt to halt the drunken rage that stemmed from a man in green. Doomguy found himself struggling against his mechanized captors in a fit of slurred insults and sloppy jabs at what he thought was the enemy. Everything was a blur to him now: with his world spiraling and his conscious drowning. He couldn't tell what and where he was going.

"I_AM_SORRY_SIR." the dangly cyclopsian robot responded bluntly while polishing a glass, "BUT_MY_DIAGNOSTICS_SEE_THAT_YOU_ARE_AT_BAC_LEVEL_0.223."

Doomguy scowled as he attempted to lunge at his alcoholic provider, only to be stopped by the bouncers that were between he and it.

"ERNGLISH TIN CAN, DO YOU SHPEAK IT!" the man drunkenly hollered.

"SIR_YOU_ARE_COMPLETELY_DRUNK._PLEASE_LEAVE_THE_PREMISES." the bartender explained in layman's terms as he pointed behind the trantric individual, "YOU_ARE_DISTURBING_THE_PEACE_OF_OUR_HUMBLE_ESTABLISHMENT."

"I AINT DRUNKSH!" the marine continued yelling in stupor, "JUSH GIMME ANOTHER SWIGGY GAHDDAMMNIT!"

His antics would soon attract the attention from other annoyed drunkards who began to glare at Doomguy, with a few already standing from their seats.

"OI, HUMI!" bellowed a large green-skinned brute in silver-and-red armored pads, "KHEEP YA YABBERIN' DAHN WOULD YA?! WE TRYIN' TO ENJOY OURSELVES A CALD ONE WIT DA BOIZ!"

The Marine would swing around to face the being who dared supported their robot overlords, knocking back one of the bouncers while doing so.

"WHO SHAID DAT?!" Doomguy exclaimed as his arms began thrusting wildly into fighting pose, "WHO'S WANNA PIECE OF MEH?!"

The Ork would rise from his table before lumbering towards the marine with a wobbly stride. He definitely dwarfed the marine in size, with muscles as big as his head. Despite the bouncer's best attempts in commanding it to halt its advance, the green skin would stop right in front of him with a toothy grin - being visibly taller.

"I'Z DIDZ." he growled while looking down upon him, "AND I'Z - NUH - WE'Z SAIZ DAT YA NEED TO SHUT YER TRAP AN' GIT LOST!"

The marine's near-bloodshot eyes glared up to meet the ork's face. Only thing was that he didn't see an ork in front of him. In his dazed alternative mindset, he saw something much more familiar and all the more infuriating. Doomguy's temperature began rising further as he further yanked against the bouncers' iron grips.

"Yoush... YOUS... I KNOWS YOU, FILTHY BEASHT!"

The ork rose a curious eyebrow at this claim. "WHAZ YOU MEAN, HUMI? I DUN' REMEMBA SEEIN' YOU'Z FACE EVA?"

The captive continue muttering a volley of incoherent expressions at the green beast above him, breathing heavily as his movements continue to tighten. He began quietly muttering a certain phrase repeatedly...

"I'm gonna... gonna... gonna rip... rip and tear... rip and tear your...!"

The Ork chuckled as he lowered his head while putting a hand to his ear.

"WAZ DAT?" he mocked in a slowed voice, "I'Z CAHNT HEARZ YAAAAAA~"

But before he could get an answer, the Ork would suddenly feel a blunt pain ricochet through his abdominals. A sudden gasp emerged from the toothy brute's maw as he looked down upon a terrible sight. The marine's right arm lodged within his stomach; with the exposed fist coming straight out the end. The now mortified ork weakly glanced at the human's bloodshot eyes - full of crazed rage and unbounded fury that no sane drunk man ever had.

"RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS!" Doomguy announced as he shot his hand back to his side.

A pained groan escaped the green-skin's throat as he'd fall to the floor with a mighty thump. And for a moment... the bar was completely silent, being in sheer awe and mortification on what had just happened. Then the other orks from the same table jolted from their seats and roared:

"GET 'IM BOYZ!"

And with that call to war, the orks alongside a volley of other drunken customers CHARGED at the brutally intoxicated Doomguy, who'd already ripped away his captor's grasp. The marine rose his fists as he prepared to face them all down in a brutal bar fight on the likes the establishment had never seen - all with a devilish grin of joy.

Spoiler: Knee Deep in the Booze

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

"Several Hours Earlier..."

Spoiler: Appearance Theme

​

At the break of dawn, citizens living and working around the grand colosseum would find themselves rudely awakened by a huge flash of light erupting right on top of the settlement. To those who'd look up, they would notice a massive fireball forming within the clouds above; one bright enough to illuminate the entire area as if it was mid-day for a few moments. Many would believe that it was a meteor descending from the heavens, or even a miniature star forming sporadically by an unseen force. Yet they would be treated to something far more grandiose... and much the more terrifying. Soon the inferno above them would begin to formulate into a solid force: representing a being of great power.

From the roaring flames, a terrible beast was forged into existence.

Covered in magnificent gilded scales, a winged three-headed dragon made his bombastic introduction as he descended towards the ground. His three crowned heads cackled sporadically, chatting nonsensically in a tongue indecipherable to most. It was as if each head had a mind of its own; one seemingly of malevolent spite. He would make landfall a fair distance meters away from the town's entrance, ominously towering over the establishment with it's 30 meter height alone. Dark low-lying clouds would also form around it as yellow bolts of lightning thundered chaotically around him. The heads would take a good look at the town, slithering in different positions to get a detailed overview at their destination with bickered chatter, before unifying once more to roar into the heavens with a terrible shriek that echoed for miles around.

King Ghidorah had finally made landfall.

Yet almost as suddenly, the beast's form was once again encapsulated in another bright flash of light. A golden hue covered Ghidorah's entire form before the beast seemed to vanish from the face of the universe. Even the clouds above would vanish completely as the sky began to clear and make way for the morning proper. Shocked onlookers could only speculate upon what they had witnessed, murmuring amongst themselves while they cautiously go about their own business. After all, everyone was already too engrossed towards the upcoming tournament rather than evacuating the presence.

They'll see him again... perhaps sooner than they may realize.

"Present Hour..."​

Sitting on the rooftop balcony of the greatest 5-star restaurant in town, a dark-skinned male with unusually blonde hair and elaborate golden clothing could be seen sipping on a glass of maroon-colored wine. Where he sat, he'd oversee the main broadway leading to the front of the Colosseum: where he observed the eager and bustling crowd of spectators pushing and shoving against one another as they entered the arena. Ghidorah's arrival had certainly caused quite a stir throughout the establishment, enough for the guards to be a bit more cautious than they already were. Yet not much to their surprise perhaps, he didn't come here to go on a destructive and murderous spree against the whole planet. No... he was here like everyone else. The tournament. And he too was much intrigued by the grand prize that lured in his interest.

His dimly-lit red eyes glanced down at the pad provided to him by the officials upon arriving - presenting him with a wealth of information regarding both the tournament and the area surrounding it. He knew naught of these menial combatants but nonetheless he was adamant regarding the outcome.

The King of Terror was going to win this petty contest.

Location: Random Bar​

"Huh? Whaddya mean I can't have more?! JUST GIMMIE!"

Conflict quickly erupts within the bar as two robot bouncers attempt to halt the drunken rage that stemmed from a man in green. Doomguy found himself struggling against his mechanized captors in a fit of slurred insults and sloppy jabs at what he thought was the enemy. Everything was a blur to him now: with his world spiraling and his conscious drowning. He couldn't tell what and where he was going.

"I_AM_SORRY_SIR." the dangly cyclopsian robot responded bluntly while polishing a glass, "BUT_MY_DIAGNOSTICS_SEE_THAT_YOU_ARE_AT_BAC_LEVEL_0.223."

Doomguy scowled as he attempted to lunge at his alcoholic provider, only to be stopped by the bouncers that were between he and it.

"ERNGLISH TIN CAN, DO YOU SHPEAK IT!" the man drunkenly hollered.

"SIR_YOU_ARE_COMPLETELY_DRUNK._PLEASE_LEAVE_THE_PREMISES." the bartender explained in layman's terms as he pointed behind the trantric individual, "YOU_ARE_DISTURBING_THE_PEACE_OF_OUR_HUMBLE_ESTABLISHMENT."

"I AINT DRUNKSH!" the marine continued yelling in stupor, "JUSH GIMME ANOTHER SWIGGY GAHDDAMMNIT!"

His antics would soon attract the attention from other annoyed drunkards who began to glare at Doomguy, with a few already standing from their seats.

"OI, HUMI!" bellowed a large green-skinned brute in silver-and-red armored pads, "KHEEP YA YABBERIN' DAHN WOULD YA?! WE TRYIN' TO ENJOY OURSELVES A CALD ONE WIT DA BOIZ!"

The Marine would swing around to face the being who dared supported their robot overlords, knocking back one of the bouncers while doing so.

"WHO SHAID DAT?!" Doomguy exclaimed as his arms began thrusting wildly into fighting pose, "WHO'S WANNA PIECE OF MEH?!"

The Ork would rise from his table before lumbering towards the marine with a wobbly stride. He definitely dwarfed the marine in size, with muscles as big as his head. Despite the bouncer's best attempts in commanding it to halt its advance, the green skin would stop right in front of him with a toothy grin - being visibly taller.

"I'Z DIDZ." he growled while looking down upon him, "AND I'Z - NUH - WE'Z SAIZ DAT YA NEED TO SHUT YER TRAP AN' GIT LOST!"

The marine's near-bloodshot eyes glared up to meet the ork's face. Only thing was that he didn't see an ork in front of him. In his dazed alternative mindset, he saw something much more familiar and all the more infuriating. Doomguy's temperature began rising further as he further yanked against the bouncers' iron grips.

"Yoush... YOUS... I KNOWS YOU, FILTHY BEASHT!"

The ork rose a curious eyebrow at this claim. "WHAZ YOU MEAN, HUMI? I DUN' REMEMBA SEEIN' YOU'Z FACE EVA?"

The captive continue muttering a volley of incoherent expressions at the green beast above him, breathing heavily as his movements continue to tighten. He began quietly muttering a certain phrase repeatedly...

"I'm gonna... gonna... gonna rip and tear... rip and tear... rip and tear your... guts...!"

The Ork chuckled as he lowered his head while putting a hand to his ear.

"WAZ DAT?" he mocked in a slowed voice, "I'Z CAHNT HEARZ YAAAAAA~"

But before he could get an answer, the Ork would suddenly feel a blunt pain ricochet through his abdominals. A sudden gasp emerged from the toothy brute's maw as he looked down upon a terrible sight. The marine's right arm lodged within his stomach; with the exposed fist coming straight out the end. The now mortified ork weakly glanced at the human's bloodshot eyes - full of crazed rage and unbounded fury that no sane drunk man ever had.

"RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS!" Doomguy announced as he shot his hand back to his side.

A pained groan escaped the green-skin's throat as he'd fall to the floor with a mighty thump. And for a moment... the bar was completely silent, being in sheer awe and mortification on what had just happened. Then the other orks from the same table jolted from their seats and roared:

"GET 'IM BOYZ!"

And with that call to war, the orks alongside a volley of other drunken customers CHARGED at the brutally intoxicated Doomguy, who'd already ripped away his captor's grasp. The marine rose his fists as he prepared to face them all down in a brutal bar fight on the likes the establishment had never seen - all with a devilish grin of joy.

Spoiler: Knee Deep in the Booze

Supergirl, Kara Danvers, headed to the bar and was only there two seconds when an intoxicated man ripped the guts out of some would be ork-like people and then a full-blown brawl was out and about. She sighed and decided against her better judgement to stop the fight.

So she zoomed in between the Orks and Doomguy with both her hands out, hoping against hope she wouldn't have to actually join in on the fight.

"Whoa there! Listen I'm sure there's some mayor misunderstanding! And .... and ...." She looks at the angry orks, looks at the dead orc on the floor, looks at the crazed man with the devilish grin on his face. "OKay, maybe not so much of a misunderstanding, but maybe, maybe leave the fighting to the tournament alright?" What in Raos name was she doing? She braces herself, expecting at least the crazed man to throw her aside or the orks to punch her in the face. She may be near invinciable but punches still hurt. she was suddenly aware of a black cloaked man in a mask watching the fight with his arms folded and immediately froze. It was him. Darth Vader! What was he doing here? She could reconize his mechanical breathing anywhere.

Darth Vader, meanwhile, had seen fit to visit the bar, not to drink. Vader had no need for drink, his suit did everything for him. But to simply observe. And already his observations had gained fruit. A man, intoxicated by drink, had in his rage ripped the guts out of a green-skinned orc. Impressive. Most impressive. For one not attuned to the Force. He should keep a wary eye on this man, should the time come that their paths cross. His rage made him powerful, powerful indeed.

The fight was just commencing when a young woman sped into the center of the fight, telling them all in uncertian terms to stop. His hands quivered. She reminded him of a Jedi. And it took all his willpower not to strike her down where she stood. Instead he simply watched. To see how events unfolded.

Develius

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Hiryu Kakogawa || Gennao Ex Crepusculum--
GM: Trektek
Hiryu Interaction: PolikShadowbliss Develius
Gennao interaction: OPEN

Spoiler: Introduction

Before the Ceremony, appearing out of nowhere, a large wall of monochromatic aurora formed in front of the coliseum. Out of it came the Another Rider King, who immediately looked up at the coliseum that loomed above him. The Y'gdrassil Coliseum. As it was not part of any Rider Universe, Hiryu had not heard of such a place. Though it does share its name with Gaim's Yggdrasil Corporation, Hiryu doubt that it'll be a catalyst for any form of tragedy.

{[Another Decade]}
Another Rider Devil​

The Another Rider King, garbed in his kingly blacked robes and golden adornments was accompanied by what seems to be a white clad demon, with long horns and black spikes all over its face and horns. Hidden by the spikes was its green marked face, covering its eyes as well as its exposed teeth. Its body, adorned by a magenta armor-like exoskeleton with black spiked stripes over it. The only Another Rider in his possession that is capable of traveling through universes--Decade. As Hiryu patted its back, the Another Rider disappeared alongside its distorted aurora wall, fading into nothing.

Approaching the front booths, Hiryu couldn't help but notice a quaint young woman, clad in black and white. Her hair, messy and jagged, yet it bore and odd mix of black and white. It's apparent that she also has wings. She appeared lost. Her presence, however, felt a bit...Odd. It doesn't feel human, nor does it feel remotely biological. Her listless gaze though it wanders a lot, felt as if it was staring needles. The air around her felt heavy, almost as if in grieving, yet she doesn't seem to take note of it.

Regardless, the Another Rider King simply dismissed her as a resident of this dimension, and proceeded to enter the tournament. There, he received a plastic sheet, akin to a tablet of some kind. It contained the map of the locale as well as the scheduled matches. As of him receiving it, it would seem that the matches had yet to be decided. Placing the device in his robe, Hiryu entered the coliseum in order to participate in the opening ceremony.

What of the girl in black? Well, she spent at most, an hour just standing there, even after most of the competitors had arrived, taking in the sights of this dimension. She had never seen a place quite like this, teeming with mortal life that didn't want to kill her. Due to the time she spent out in the wild, she felt out of place. Tilting her head multiple times, the girl's attention was then called out.

{[Booth Boy]}
Entry Ticket Master, Everyone Knows Him!​

"Excuse me!" A boy's voice came from the front booth, causing the girl to turn to the voice. It was a young boy. At least half her height bearing a blue cap and vest. "Are you, mayhaps, a competitor for the tournament?"

"Me...?" The girl let out a confused grunt, not knowing what he meant.

"Yes, ma'am! That paper in your hand..." The boy pointed out, raising his arms, gesturing his finger to his other hand. "That's an invitation, isn't it?" Having pointed it out, the girl raised her hand, which held the crumpled invitation to the tournament. "Yes, yes, that one! Come a little closer, won't you?" He gestured his hands towards him, beckoning the girl.

"Ok." Nodding, the girl walked over to the booth, spreading open the crumpled invitation. As she reached the desk, she dropped it onto the boy's hands, who proceeded to read it.

"Ah, you're Miss Gennao Ex Crepesculum then! We were worried you're not going to show up." The boy in the booth said aloud, "You're the only one who hasn't received their sheet yet." He stated, soon rummaging under his desk, retrieving yet another plastic sheet with a screen. "Here you go! There's a map of the Coliseum in there, as well as the town nearby."

The girl named Gennao simply tilted her head, confused on what he meant as she held the strange looking device on her hands. She tilted it around, examining it. Tapping the screen, it soon lit up, causing her drop it as she let out a hissing squeal, turning her arms away from it.

"Woah, there!" The boy in the booth caught the device before it fell off, breathing out a sigh. "Geez...Do you really not know what it is?" He asked. Gennao shook her head, rubbing her wrist. "It's called a Tablet, I believe. It's a device that you operate with your fingers by tapping the glass." He demonstrated, pressing his finger against the glass. It lit up. The instructions appearing, before disappearing, now showing a physical map of the coliseum's town as well as the matches that'll occur, which still remains blank. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you as much as your left eye." He commented on the girl's red left eye, though Gennao didn't seem to mind as she slowly grabbed the device off of the boy, tapping on the screen, which zoomed in onto the town's bar.

"...!!" The girl's eyes sparkled, mouth widening in amazement. This prompted the boy to chuckle a bit as he watch her play with the device.

"I think you should keep it away for now." The boy said, "The opening ceremony's has been starting and you're running late..." He then pointed at the entryway to the coliseum

Gennao nodded, conjuring some sort of small, yet strange looking hole that appeared to be black and blocky. She placed the device inside. Though the device didn't really disappear. In fact, it just floated there, as if placing it on a pouch of some kind. After all, she doesn't have any pockets. She then heeded the boy's instructions and headed inside, casually walking inside the coliseum and simply stood just as the organizer was about to finish with an instruction; Don't hold back. You will be separated into 4 brackets. And the matches will begin in two hours.

Don't be late.

Having two hours to spare, Gennao decided to wander around town, with her tablet floating by her hip. Her arms spread wide like a plane, she ran around town, looking for anything interesting to do.

Hiryu, meanwhile stayed in the bar, preparing his mind for his bout with what seemed to be a fledgling young teen known as Rex. Judging by his appearance alone, he seemed to be one of them heroic types. Like his nemesis, Sougo. Acquiring a taste of bourbon, Hiryu simmered the shotglass filled with alcohol on his hand. He watched as a fight started between a random ork and one of the competitors, which soon was attempted to be stopped by some blondie in spandex. Bah, Heroes.

It's exactly that sort of naive kindness that led him to become the tyrant that surpassed Sougo. If Sougo had the guts to take away his watch that day, perhaps he would've ended up somewhere else. Regardless, he kept an eye at the intervened fight, wanting to see its conclusion.

 

[Lazaro1505]

Hunter of Man and Beast:
Abelgard Müller

Some hours into the past before current course of events:

Well, out of all the things he would have expected in his years... he didn’t think that joining a extremely large tournament for some powerful diamond thing that could also give him riches he could never think of, even to his fullest extent. But he also didn’t expect to be bloody fighting against the strongest of what other ‘Earth’s’ had as well... for their own selfish goal like his... or another reason entirely. Well, while he doesn’t seem to have all these fancy weapons or unnatural abilities, he got a brain, some guns, and a whole lot of booze to make things a bit more bearable in the long run. Still, he has to be the luckiest man on Earth to even have a chance of claiming that diamond... he needs it... or else, he isn’t sure if he could achieve his true purpose for arriving to the tournament in the first place... if it wasn’t for that reason, he could’ve just stayed home and continue murdering abominations and beasts, and the occasional beast within the skin of a man, for the rest of his days, regretting that single day and reason for the rest of his life... but no, he wanted to change that life... he wanted... to have a purpose once more. Still, he gotta work hard for that... and right now.... he needs to get prepared for what’s to come, and Right now, getting a good ole drink of alcohol to drown his past and present sorrows away... well, what remains of em, away.

And what better way than to go to a nearby bar and go drink some moonshine... or something similar... he doesn’t care about who he is gonna face or how strange these folk are.... tomorrow’s problems are gonna go with tomorrow’s Abel’s mind. Now, best be off now, can’t achieve anything just by thinking them out.

Back to the present:

Sitting down on a nearby table, having the entire thing to himself, as he had the both of his legs resting upon the wooden table, and drinking out from a metal flask was none other than Abelgard the Bounty Hunter himself, the blue bandana put down and rested around his neck, who has been having a drunk a bit too much alcohol over the hours.... so much so that the Barkeeper kicked him out from the bar seat in order to stop him from passing out already... and decided to go to a nearby table and drink from his own flask... which to the luck of the Bar keep and not Abel was that it was only filled with some low alcohol drink that barely raised his near-drunken state into the next level.

But hey, at least he was still capable of performing sentient thoughts now... albeit with some difficulty and influence from the alcohol controlling his actions.... still, it was good enough for his book. But that peace and bliss from his drinks wouldn’t last forever, because some strange green armored man.. just straight up wouldn’t want to stop drinking, now he could feel that same pain as well, even though it was very dumb to just keep drinking till you die, you still gotta let a man have their drink, especially if it’s putting money on the table, because your still getting some money on the table while you got another satisfied customer.

Unfortunately, guess not everyone else had the same idea, as the rest of the bar drunkards didn’t have the same idea.... and badda bing... badda boom, a few seconds later, a full on bar fight occurred, and as of recently, some woman in the most dumbest kind of clothing, much dumber than that of the green armored man, like, what is even the purpose for that cape... just seems like another thing an opponent can take advantage of, just one grab and tug of the cape, and your on your back at the mercy of the guy behind ya... and then that skirt, well, what’s a skirt gonna do to stop the cold weather or... you know what... this is just another individual trying to stop a fight from another world, probably it does actually work... but eh, he still has his own doubts about things... still can’t get over how goofy looking that large S symbol looks like.

But hey, nothing else to do, and those two might also be part of the tournament, and seeing what they could do here, other than the green armored man ripping someone’s stomach, time to join in the fun as well. Getting off the seat, he then made his way towards the situation, the stepping of his feet barely on rhythm due to the near-drunk state of Abel, but that wasn’t gonna stop his charge... and finally, to the closest Ork, while that green bastard was definitely much taller, and probably muscular than him... he had faced against things similar to em on the daily, like the good ole bounty, The Butcher... and even his own bare fists can still deal some damage to its horrid pig like mask. “y....you pick... th.... the.. wrong bar to be... in.... all this... because a man, ...wo.... can’t have his drink” he said out in his drunken like state, before tearing his right fist back and slamming it into the bottom of the Ork’s chin, punching out quite a two teeth as well from its mouth, before a second punch to its skull was sent with his left arm, a smile in his face as he went on to join the ever-growing brawl.... maybe he could get some friends out of this as well, or know some fighting styles of the others here... good things to know.

Develius PolikShadowbliss

Rival of the Slayer of hell forces itself...

The Marauder

Hmm.... this.... place was rather interesting... faces of different worlds... old and new.... modern and medieval... strong and weak... sheep and wolf... all standing amongst each other, in seemingly peace... this was the only time that the Marauder... has seen a event of this caliber, yet, everything and everyone cared not for each other’s appearances or personalities... they co-existed with one another... something that the past him had fight for... but in the end, he found his true purpose... to become ever-stronger... to become much better... to slay everything in his path... all so that he could finally slay the bringer of death to his kind.... the one who strikes fear into the hearts of his brethren... one who knows no mercy and has no limit upon the imagination of how to rip.... tear.... and destroy any demon in his path. He wanted to challenge the beast head on... no aid, no removal of ammo, no anything... him and the Slayer.... fighting against each other equally 1 on 1, before eventually, at the last moments of their battle, he will deliver the final blow, and claim the glory of finally killing the Slayer fairly himself.


Still, he didn’t know that he would also be here... not only one... but two of them as well.... all joining the tournament as well, and those were the only names he took notice of when checking the lists for the fights... not even his own opponent... because only the appearance of the Slayers has him worried about his own presence, especially if they are highly hostile, even when out of the tournament and would try their best to slay the Marauder before he could battle against them. Even when he clearly shows no intent to kill any innocents around him, or no longer has any loyalty to the forces of hell.... but still... he must be wary if he ever crosses paths with one... because it may not go as intended. Even with the large amounts of what they call ‘security’ around here... that wouldn’t stop the slayers from gravely harming him or even killing him as well.

Still, he wasn’t gonna back down from the challenge just because two of his most hated rivals arrived here as well... no... it seemed to only encourage him even more, in order to endure the coming trials so that he could finally face the two in combat, and defeat them both in the end.... only time would tell if his efforts truly went as intended. For now, he began to roam the streets of the city, not caring where he would end up... but what happens along the way...

@ open for interaction​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

SUPERGIRL
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Of course, naturally no one was listening, instead someone else joined the brawl. Kara growled. "SCREW IT AT LEAST I TRIED!" She put her hands up in exaperation and then just allows the stupid testotone filled men just go on with their brawl by backing away from the fight.

Develius
Lazaro1505





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[darkred]

Jak/Mar- Hero of Haven, Kras, Sandover, and the Wastelands



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Earlier:

"Hey, Dax..." Jak edged the ottsel at the bar known as the Naughty Ottsel while Daxter's girlfriend, Tess was wiping down the counter. Daxter eyed his friend and shrugged "What, Jak? Can't a ottsel and his lover get some privacy."

Jak raised a eyebrow "Get a room." as he facepalmed.

The eco warrior sat in a booth at the bar. Suprisingly Sig had shown up for the day.

Jak was curious about the whole "invatation to a tournament thing for a diamond that could offer him unlimited riches or untold power if he should win." invatation.

"Daxter, Sig, check this out. I got invited to a tournament to win this diamond thing.. Should I do it?"

Daxter held back and coughed "Well, Jak... First of all, Do you trust this tournament thing and did you already accept it without ME?"

Sig blinked "Chili pepper, you signed up for a tournament without Dax?"

Jak sighed, placing a hand on the table "It's safer without Dax."

Daxter whined "Oh COME on...". I don't have anything to do, Jak except watch my bar with Tess."

Sig piped up "Dax, we can do something fun if you want while Jak's gone."

Daxter raised a eyebrow "Well if you insist, Sig."

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Present Time:

Location: Coliseum
Status: OPEN
Interacting with: Trektek (GM)
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Jak looked up at the invatation and looked up after hopping off his hoverboard. "This must be the place."

He took the time to place the eco-powered hoverboard away and looked around, a bit weary of who he might run into at the moment.

Its when the eco warrior walked inside, he found himself staring into the distance a bit before shaking off the strange feeling and walking toward the partipacipants booth.

The person looked up and eyed Jak up and down before shrugging and handing the eco warrior a tablet with precursor language.

Never mind that Jak had a bit of trouble navigating the electronic device before swiping a few times. Soon he was greeted with a map of the Coliseum he was in, a few other places around and his opponent. Someone named Iroa.

The eco warrior decided to wonder a bit, observing the location.



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[Thepotatogod]

GM: Trektek

• A Brawl Down at the Bar
• Gennao Ex Crepesculum

• 
  --Hiryu Kakogawa--
  Interaction: PolikShadowbliss Develius Lazaro1505
  OST: Disturbing The Peace ~ Plague Of Shadows
  
  
  
  "Sure has gotten noisy all of a sudden." Hiryu sighs, mumbling as he took a shot, taking out a purple pocketwatch of some kind, one bearing the face of a pink skinned monster with metal plates on it. He glanced over at the rampaging duo. How can a king like him prepare for a fight when those two are distracting him with a fight? It's enticing, he'll give him that. Knowing he'll have to save his strength, Hiryu decides to let his lackeys have fun in his stead. He pressed the crown of the watch, and on his side appeared two monstrous looking folks, their eyes(for Another Den-O, his horns) glowing as they materialized.
  
  
  

  
  B L A D E!
  {[Another Blade]}
  Wild Undead Joker​
  
  
  
  
  
  D E N- O!
  {[Another Den-O]}
  Demon Train Swordsman​
  
  The two monsters glanced over Hiryu, as if awaiting orders.
  
  "Shut them up by any means necessary. Don't harm the competitors too much that they can't fight their matches." The King issued a simple order to his minions, and brandishing their blades, the Another Riders approach the orks and do what is asked of them. Another Blade grabbed one of the orks' throats from behind, choking him while Another Den-O kicked an orc right at the groin, letting out chuckles as he approached the orc, ready to stab him.
  
  
• 
  Interaction: Lazaro1505 Develius
  OST: Lazy Afternoons ~ KHII
  
  
  
  The wandering Gennao soon spotted interesting in one of the buildings. Shining bright, glistening under the sun--gold. Distracted by the shiny armor on the balcony of that building, the black clad girl bumped into someone, which caused her to take a step back and stare at the person she bumped into. It appears to be a demon of some kind, wearing armor. Curious, Gennao simply blinked, showing no fear.
  
  After staring at the Marauder for a few seconds, she brought her attention back to the shiny thing on the corner of her eye, soon soaring off of the ground using her white wings. She landed on the rooftop near Ghidora, admiring his golden armor from the distance.
  

 

[TruthHurts_22]

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"Darth Vader, huh." Giovanni had his nose in his tablet as he wandered the town's streets, skimming most of what it said because, really, reading was for nerds and librarians. "I don't know much about that guy, but man, that's a cool name! Maybe I should get the tournament runners to change mine to something like that. 'Vincent'... 'Murderface'! Perfect! What do you think, Boys?"

Sadly, there were no Boys to be had. Giovanni was alone, even more than when he left the Banzai Blasters. Spike, Ben, not even Car Crash had come with him. Giovanni's spirits drooped - what was a Boss without any Boys to call his own?

But oh-so coincidentally, as Giovanni passed a completely random bar, he heard the muffled cry of the very same, "Boys!" It stopped the bright yellow boy in his tracks.

"What? Where?" Giovanni looked towards the bar, the sound of an entire army on a rampage coming from inside. "Ooh, a seedy bad guy bar! The perfect place for any bosses-to-be to acquire henchpeople. AND it'll allow me to loiter in an establishment I otherwise can't enter! Two birds with one stone, the evilest of idioms."

Giovanni burst through the bar's entrance with a purposeful flutter of his cape, mouth open and a breath taken in to deliver a killer opening line... only to get sidelined by a stampeding Ork's elbow to the head. He fell to the floor like a guy who just got decked in the head would.

"Ow, hey! No fair... I'm going to seriously reconsider hiring you, sir!" Giovanni whined, crawling on hands and knees to relative safety underneath a table.

Thepotatogod PolikShadowbliss Develius Lazaro1505

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

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"Darth Vader, huh." Giovanni had his nose in his tablet as he wandered the town's streets, skimming most of what it said because, really, reading was for nerds and librarians. "I don't know much about that guy, but man, that's a cool name! Maybe I should get the tournament runners to change mine to something like that. 'Vincent'... 'Murderface'! Perfect! What do you think, Boys?"

Sadly, there were no Boys to be had. Giovanni was alone, even more than when he left the Banzai Blasters. Spike, Ben, not even Car Crash had come with him. Giovanni's spirits drooped - what was a Boss without any Boys to call his own?

But oh-so coincidentally, as Giovanni passed a completely random bar, he heard the muffled cry of the very same, "Boys!" It stopped the bright yellow boy in his tracks.

"What? Where?" Giovanni looked towards the bar, the sound of an entire army on a rampage coming from inside. "Ooh, a seedy bad guy bar! The perfect place for any bosses-to-be to acquire henchpeople. AND it'll allow me to loiter in an establishment I otherwise can't enter! Two birds with one stone, the evilest of idioms."

Giovanni burst through the bar's entrance with a purposeful flutter of his cape, mouth open and a breath taken in to deliver a killer opening line... only to get sidelined by a stampeding Ork's elbow to the head. He fell to the floor like a guy who just got decked in the head would.

"Ow, hey! No fair... I'm going to seriously reconsider hiring you, sir!" Giovanni whined, crawling on hands and knees to relative safety underneath a table.

Thepotatogod PolikShadowbliss Develius Lazaro1505

Darth Vader

Vader was naturally observing the fight when Giovanni came in and immediately cowered underneath a table upon being elbowed by an orc.

“Pitiful...” He observed, not knowing that this man would be his opponent.​

 

[Develius]

Location: Restaurant Rooftop
Mentions: | Thepotatogod |

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As Ghidorah continued to sip peacefully on his glass, he would suddenly feel as if he was being watched. His movement stiffened slightly as his crimson eyes slowly moved to the corner-right of his vision. Indeed, he would catch a feminine figure observing him from atop a nearby rooftop in a wide-eyed stare. It didn't seem as if she was doing so for a malevolent purpose, but it was enough to make the grand king somewhat wary of her presence. He slowly turned his head to face the girl in a cold stare.

"What do you want, girl?" he asked disinterestedly as he made another sip.

Location: Random Bar
Mentions: Lazaro1505 | PolikShadowbliss | Thepotatogod | TruthHurts_22 |

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Just before the mob was about to collide with an enraged drunkard of a space marine, a mysterious caped woman would barge in at the last moment in an attempt to separate the two forces from killing one another. She claimed thinking that this was a misunderstanding and that they should all save the fighting till the tournament. Doomguy's maniacal grin would turn to a disappointed and confused frown as he wobbled in place. The mob also began to grow restless, but still seemed willing to listen to what this "super-girl" had in the department of being the voice of reason. That was, until yet another intoxicated individual - a cowboy from the looks of it - slammed his fist into another ork's chin, knocking him back.

That's when the mob erupted into battle once more as they rushed past Supergirl and began clobbering the ever loving snot out of one another. One of the other drunkards - a bipedial crocodile pirate wearing nothing but his stripped undies and covered in scars - would rush over and slam down on the caped hero's head with a wooden bar stool. This seemed to have helped as Supergirl decided that this wasn't worth her time as she backed off to let them battle in "peace".

The Doom Marine meanwhile was absolutely wrecking face. Hopped up on rage and alcohol, he immediately gunned his fist towards an oncoming ork's cheek, which completely knocked him off to the side. He no doubt shattered that bloke's jaw: being lucky that it didn't just detach right there. A potbellied man hollered as he came towards Doomguy with a beer bottle as a weapon. The armored marine quickly grasped a lowball glass and whipped around to smash it right upon the guy's forehead. The man grunted in pain as blood seethed from the injury before being kicked back by a black boot down to the ground.

"I'LL HURTS Y'ALL PLENTISH!" the marine garbled as he stole someone's shot and downed it in a microsecond.

But as he was about to jump deeper into the fray, Doomguy noticed two newcomers heading straight towards the bar fight, with a third staying out of the chaos. Now his paranoia began to run rampant the more he glanced at them. Were these... actual demons? Were they coming for him? With a gasp and a panicked holler, he watches them engage the unruly rabble with naked katanas and "kung fu-like" reflects. This was already too much for the poor drunk to handle.

"OH GODSH! M-MORE DEMONS!!!" Doomguy cried out before his voice warped into an enraged roar, "HELL, NOW I'MSH DONE PLAYIN' GAMES!"

He'd quickly reach back as if he was grabbing something, before pulling out his trusty shotgun and began shooting at the unknown warriors.

"GET OFFSH MY TURF, DEMON SCUM!" the frantic maniac screamed atop his lungs while he fired mercilessly, albeit rather sloppily.

Those near him would panic upon seeing the firearms within the buildings presence and quickly sounded the alarm.

"OI ZOG! BIG BOI'Z GOT 'IMSELF A BOOMDAKKA! EVER'ONE SCRAMBAAAAGH~!"

The weaponless customers soon began rushing out of the bar in an attempt to spare themselves from being caught in the crossfire. Those remained would have their own weapons and either continued the frenzy or hid behind the tables and watched the conflict unfold between a deranged gunman and two demonic samurai. Meanwhile, the robot bartender would quickly dash to the backroom to call up the law...

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Darth Vader

Vader observed some more with a faint hint of what could only be described as amusement at the girl’s failed attempt to stop the brawl. But that amusement turned quickly to urgency when the man he was observing quickly took out a slugger, and started blasting at them. Vader almost ignited his lightsaber to deflect the bullets and reach out in the force to immediately take the guy out via force choke but quickly realized it wasn’t him he was aiming at. Nevertheless he didn’t keep his guard down.

Supergirl

Kara was well away from the bar when the firefight broke out and she was too focused on herself to hear what was going on. So focused she didn’t notice the Marauder until she literally ran into him.

“Oh sorry! I —- oh heh heh heh! You —/- you’re one of the combatants aren’t you?”

Develius
Lazaro1505 ​

 

[Thepotatogod]

GM: Trektek

• King Of Another Time
• Twilight Born Anomaly

• 
  --Hiryu Kakogawa--
  Interaction: Develius PolikShadowbliss TruthHurts_22 Lazaro1505
  Summoned Another Riders: 2/5
  
  
  
  Sparks were ignited at the Another Riders as they were shot at by the Doomguy, mostly at Blade's shoulderblades and Den-O's horns.
  
  This caused Another Blade to drop the orc that he was choking, raising his blade, using its giant buzzsaw guard to block some of its shotgun bullets that, quite frankly, didn't even hit any of the Another Rider's vitals. Another Den-O, however, was pushed back by the shotgun shots, as he was much closer, sparks flying from its body as it growled, raising its blades before recklessly charging at the Doomguy, letting out a monstrous roar as he made an attempt to hack and slash at the demon slayer.
  
  The panicked screams of the masses were but music to the Another Rider King's ears, causing him to crack a smile as he took another sip of his bourbon. However, in the frantic crossfire, the glass was shattered seconds after putting it down, causing Hiryu to grunt in displeasure, having narrowly avoided getting his hand shot off.
  
  "Good. It still works, at least." Hiryu sighed, running his finger against the spilt bourbon, soon licking his finger. As for what he meant by it still works...Well, the watch he took out earlier allows him to see the immediate future where it dictated that, somehow, his glass would be shot after he drank it. Hopefully, he could use it to his advantage in his match against this Rex. Swiveling his stool towards the fight that his Another Riders instigated, Hiryu anticipated what would happen next, as if he was watching a coliseum match of his own discretion.
  
  In fact, this is a good chance to observe one of his future opponents. The space marine in green, whose weapons are menial military grade. His Riders could overwhelm those easily. Although Hiryu suspects that this man's rage could somehow enhance their strength, as evident by Another Den-O being pushed back by mere shotgun slugs.
  
  This man piqued Hiryu's interest, for sure.
  
  
• 
  --Gennao Ex Crepesculum--
  Interaction: Develius
  
  
  
  "...!" The girl gasped, soon retreating a bit, before answering. "...I just look at shiny...Very pretty." She spoke in monotone wonder in her voice as she said her reason. "Not want. Just watch." She spoke in broken english, having not been in a society for no longer than a day or two.
  

 

[mysteryxio]

A few hours earlier…

“You sure about this?” Rex asked as he stood on a platform. His brother Caesar was irritated with Rex’s constants doubt’s over whether or not he could actually do this, turning to his brother as a sigh left his mouth.

“Yes for the last time hermano, I know what I’m doing here. I built portals to other dimensions before like with that Ben kid remember.” Rex thought back to his fight with Ben, how the other hero had come from another dimension. How they fought together and won against alpha…he missed him, after all he was the only other person Rex had met who knew what it was like to be in a situation like his.

“I know I’m just nervous is all. This is the first time that I’ll be travelling interdimensionally.”

“Relax you’ll be fine.” Caesar made one final adjustment. “You’ll compete, win, and come back with the diamond we need.” The words he spoke made Rex feel a little better.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve faced so pretty hard foes before so I can do this.” Rex had started to get himself hyped.

“Well…that’s assuming you survive the trip.”

“What?!” Caesar push a button and light surrounded Rex.

“You’ll do wonderful, little dude,” Caesar said once Rex left, his voice filled with pride.

At the coliseum…

Rex screamed in fear then he felt his body to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. After he found everything in order he yelled to the sky, “Not funny. You got a real twisted sense of humor!” he yelled. To those around him he looked like he was screaming at the air.


Present

Rex looked over the tablet he had. It was like something from his world yet from what he’d seen, al lot of the citizens were not. He took note that even though he could read the words, there were portions in other languages from his Earth, he could still read them, it just seemed strange to him. after hearing that there would be some time before his match started he decided to look over his opponent. “Hiryu Kakogawa. Sounds like a Japanese name where I’m from.” He was so encompassed in reading over not only his and some of the other competetors that he wasn’t watching where he headed, causing him to walk into a green haired elf creature. “Oh, sorry.”

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In the ghost zone…

“Who’s a good puppy huh?” Wildfire was scratching Wulf’s ears. The ghost hound had a happy look on his face, his tongue out on the side of his head like a normal dog would. To others this might’ve been terrifying but to him he thought he just looked cute. “Now you ready?” Wulf had a sudden look of sadness on his face.

“Ĉu vi devas iri” he asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Hey I’ll be back soon as I can, promise.” He hugged the wolf as tightly as he could. Over the past few months the two had formed a bond, but the promise of new opponents to fight was too much of a draw for him to not attend. “Don’t worry, I’ll fight and win, then come back here and we’ll play as much as you want.” He pat Wulf on the head, a smile reassuring his friend. He flew a short distance away then summoned his guitar and played a note.

The sound hit Wulf and he gained a boost in power. Extending his claws, Wulf opened a portal. Normally the human world would have appeared on the other side but with the power boost he had Wulf was able to open a portal to more places. The coliseum in clear view. He nodded and saluted then flew toward the portal.

Present

Wildfire had been playing in front of a small crowd. Once the ceremonies where over he read over who his opponent was, phasing through the walls to get to his destination. He knew the fights would start in only a few hours and he already had a plan in to help him in the arena. Despite not having a speaker or any electricity the guitar came out as if he did. “C’mon folks let me hear you shout.” The crowd around him cheered, his plan already working. He floated over the crowd, more and more of the denizens added themselves to the crowd. He noted a large man walk seemingly unaffected by his music. He was larger than those in the crowd, his long red horns and pale skin making him stick out. Another ghost…hm, Wildfire thought. He felt similar but also different to the ones he was used to. Not to mention his ghost sense didn’t react. Curiously he floated over to him, still playing his guitar. He looked at him upside down yet still close to his face. “Hey there tall, pale, and ominous. Have a song you’d like to hear?” he asked, trying to determine if he’d be helpful to him in the future.

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[Lazaro1505]

The Marauder

This.... town... such a strange place, but not much seems to be happening here, good, he quite enjoyed the peace, especially since none of the Two were here to harass him during his stroll throughout the town. But.... this peace.... it was uneventful, and while it was good for once, he needed action, he wanted something to happen for once, that was the entire purpose of going to take a walk on the streets, or else he would have stayed in one place and awaited for the coming battles within the tournament. And as if the Gods themselves heard his thoughts within his skull, they sent forth three events back to back at him, the first two are similar in a way, with the last one different, as a few seconds after thinking of those thoughts, some strange woman... wearing strange clothing that in his own opinion, doesn’t seem like something that would fit in a combat setting, considering all the weak points with the bare skin showing and that cloth doesn’t look like it would stop any bullets, and while he does have an exposed chest and back, he had both the rest of his abilities and other protected points to make up for it, as well as being gifted by the Maykrs to have a far tougher skin than that of humans.

The woman appeared to show no fear at his form, which made him raise a brow as the two gave the other a stare, before the woman used the wings upon her back to go on a nearby rooftop to star at another individual in golden armor.... strange... it feels like he would see this face much later within his time here... maybe as an future opponent, or a mere observer of his coming trials... only to be interrupted in the same manner again, by a much different clothed woman, who seemed to apologize at first, but then questioned him about his being related to that of the tournament, another combatant to face out there. This woman..... he felt a presence around her, as if she had carried her own strong power with her, like the one who ran into him first, and may prove a threat in battle... but there was no living creature, mortal or god, that will truly last forever, and he will outlast them all. Responding after a few seconds delay, he said “I am.... why do you ask? You wish to know more about my capabilities so that if we ever cross paths again within the coliseum, you would expose my weaknesses and take advantage of things I struggle with?” he questioned out to her, while yes, this is a tad bit rude when talking to a stranger, he wanted to test the reaction of this stranger... see how they would defend against such accusations, perhaps make her also slip up and reveal some weakness for him without any trouble.

Yet, in another interruption, some... phantom like humanoid in dark clothing floated up to him, asking if he had a personal request for music... to which he rose a brow once again, thinking of the possibility of getting thrown to three separate events back to back after a mere thought... but ignoring it for now, he responded back with “No.... I don’t have any requests for a song.... however, you are by far the most interesting individual I have met so far with my time here....” he finished, now awaiting a response by the ghost... maybe he would learn more about this... ‘multiverse’ and its inhabitants, and perhaps even the motives of others as well.

Interaction:
PolikShadowbliss mysteryxio Thepotatogod
Mentioned:
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[Develius]

Location: Restaurant Rooftop
Mentions: | Thepotatogod |

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The girl's vocabulary seemed limited; rather illiterate in fact. Had she not been properly trained by her people? Already she was unintentionally beginning to annoy Ghidorah by her presence alone - spared by her compliments perhaps - but nonetheless the King seemed to barely tolerate her. It would be for a reason however; for he wanted information upon his potential opponent. He scoffed at her before glancing down at the pad to identify the individual. He'd soon find a match in Bracket 2, Match 2: belonging to one Gennao Ex Crepesculum. Outside of the opponent she was fighting - that being "Supergirl" - there was no other useful info on her. But what could she herself reveal to him...?

With a sigh, Ghidorah placed down the pad and slowly rose from his seat.

"I see," the golden king replied somewhat intriguingly as he turned to face her with a finger touching his chin, "I take it you are one of the combatants for the tournament. Miss... Crepesculum, if I'm not mistaken?"

Location: Random Bar
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As the horned demon rushed towards Doomguy with katana in hand, Doomguy noted his approach as he tried to put more holes into it to little avail. Shells ricochet off Another Den-O's armor with echoing clangs before the opponent rose his blade and started swinging. Despite his state, the marine was just sober enough to acknowledge the attacks and would barely dodge the first few strikes with a wobbly stance.

"COME ON! YEH GOTTAS BE QUICKA THAN THAT, SAMURAI!" Doomguy taunted jarringly as he continued backing up and dodging his swings.

Then he would crash against the bar table as the blade struck at his armor with a harsh metallic clang. The sound permeated Doomguy's eardrums, being amplified by the delirious state he was in. The world whirled and vibrated around for three terrible seconds before finally ceasing. Yet it would help in clearing his mind just a tad, enough for him to focus upon the battle at hand. And he was furious~

"AAAAGH! STUPID STUPID!"

With an enraged cry, Doomguy grabbed onto the table and issued a powerful kick with both feet to make distance between it and his foe. Now standing on his two feet - his body low to the ground, whilst feeling the sweat pouring down his blood-shot expression - the now slightly less drunk marine glowered down upon his opponent. Then his expression lightened as a crazed confident smile once again took over with a manic laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHA~! YA GUYS THINK A BUNCHA SWORDS ARE GONNA TAKE ME DOWN?!" he boldly assumed as he slowly rose his body, "WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YERS! YER SISSY BLADES AINT SHIT! YALL MIGHT BE ABLE TO TANK MY REGULAR OL' SHOTTY BULLETS~"

Doomguy would quickly toss over a table in front of him before unveiling a large rocket launcher.

"BUT CAN YA HANDLE THIS?!"

And with that, he pulled the trigger and proceed to barrage the two warriors with several rockets straight in their direction. Luckily these rockets were not homing-based - heading only straight at where they were pointed - but even if they would avoid getting hit directly in the face, they still had to be wary of the explosions erupting beside them via potential splash damage.

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Supergirl

"No, no, no," Supergirl exclaimed nervously, "nothing of that sort! i prefer to keep my opponent's strengths a surprise, you know for a fair game and all, hehhehheehhe!" great he probably thinks i'm weak, good let him think that, he will underestimate me when it comes to our fight.

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Darth Vader

Vader could feel the rage building in the man before him, a rage unlike anything he had ever felt, a rage both wild and quite possibly insane. It made the man powerful but sadly clouded his senses, his sense of self, any dicispline this drunkard possessed was all but gone. Not that the Sith lord suspected anything less. After all, the man was intoxoctated on whatever drink they served in this pisshole. then when the man pulled out a rocket launcher and started targeting the "samurai", Vader knew that it was time. Time perhaps for intervention in this disorderly affair, but a part of him paused, curious to how exactly this will play out. Best not to reveal too much too soon. He turned toward the cowering Giovanni.

"it would be best if you leave. The way things are going, that.... table .... won't be of much help."

Vader did not know why exactly he was helping the fool, and knew immediately that his Master would scold him for such a sentiment. But his master wasn't here....

Develius
TruthHurts_22





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[Thepotatogod]

GM: Trektek

• The King Of Another Time
• Twilight Born Anomaly

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  --Hiryu Kakogawa--
  Interaction: Develius PolikShadowbliss TruthHurts_22 Lazaro1505
  Summoned Another Riders: 1/5
  
  
  
  Another Den-O, pushed back by the Doom Guy dropped his blades in the process, clutching his abdomen, the red horned Another Rider prepared to draw his extra swords, preparing to telekinetically swing the swords he's dropped. Red lightning beamed from his sword's blades to the dropped ones' hilt, and as they were lifted, Another Den-O raised his swords. Just as he was about to swing them down, Doomguy finished his little statement and pelted the Another Riders with rockets, smoke erupting due to them making contact with both targets, causing their master, Hiryu, to raise his arm, shielding him from the dust that were sent flying.
  
  As the dust and smoke cleared, Doom Guy would note that one of the two Demons had been knocked over towards the bar's wooden wall, breaking it open. Another Den-O became incapacitated, its foot twitching as it laid there, foot hanging over the broken wall. Moments later, the Another Rider's body exploded like that of a grenade, completely obliterating the local bar's wooden wall. Another Blade, however, only seemed to get his chestplate blackened with soot. The large, bladed Another Rider glanced behind him, as if checking onto its master, who lowered his arm and simply nodded with a huff.
  
  "Well? Don't keep the mad man waiting, Blade." Hiryu scoffed as Another Blade's body began to generate lightning, which coursed through the armored demon's body. "Get it over with!" Hiryu snapped his fingers, the Another Rider raising its greatsword as electricity gathered on its steely weapon. Another Blade then swung his sword diagonally, sending out a slash comprised completely out of high volts of thunder.
  
  
• 
  --Gennao Ex Crepesculum--
  Interaction: Develius
  
  
  
  "Combatant...Yes" Gennao nodded, having at least the comprehension to know what some words mean. "Me find paper while walking. Paper says fight for amazing 'diamond' thing in many worlds. I make hole, now I here as 'Combatant'." She explained her reasonings for ending up in the tournament. "Everyone...Kinda nice. Be combatant friends out of fight?" She asked, curious if the combatants could be considered nice people outside of their matches.
  

 

[darkred]

Jak's theme

"Hey, watch it!" The long eared eco warrior found himself concentrating on his tablet a bit, trying to find out more about who he faced in the first round, but the strange man in the red coat bumped into Jak, making him turn to face the man who bumped into him or whomever it was..

Whomever this stranger bumped into, he'd find Jak had bronze like armor on.

The quick bump made the long eared man turn around and raised a eyebrow "Who are you, anyway?"

Mentions: GM ( Trektek )
Talking to: mysteryxio (Generator Rex)
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Aloy's theme





Aloy looked around at the Coliseum and blinked at the invatation "A multiversal tournament with the best fighters? Count me in!"

Aloy had some time in between adventures and while the world wasn't being conquered by HADES or someone else, she had time for this tournament.

Aloy's focus immediatly zeroed on various figures which suddenly read certain stats about them, even though she had no orignal facts on them to begin with.

The Nora was careful to keep her steps light and her bow and arrow hidden.

She rode a mechanized horse here and stopped.

The woman stopped at the the competiton desk and asked "I'm here to compete.."

The people nodded "Right, just sign here and here and you'll wait somewhere inside for the matches to begin.

Aloy sat near somewhere and started to play with her Focus and her tablet which read out her first match against "Alice.."

GM: Trektek

[Status: OPEN!]

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[Develius]

Location: Restaurant Rooftop
Mentions: | Thepotatogod |

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Ghidorah chuckled at the girl's friendly assumption as he proceeded to pace around his area. "Friends?" he asked curiously, "Oh my dear, do not be fooled. I assure you that these combatants aren't here to make friends. They may act and sound the part, sure, but they can throw it all aside in an instant, just for a chance to grab the grand prize for themselves."

He'd stop for a brief moment as his eyes searched through Gennao's, almost as if he was searching for something. "They'll try to pry your mind with questions, searching for a crack from within to expose your weaknesses. Then they'll crawl underneath your skin to have you reveal your deepest, darkest secrets, all so that they can use the forbidden knowledge against you in battle. For they cannot be trusted... and neither should you trust them."

Location: Random Bar
Mentions: Lazaro1505 | PolikShadowbliss | Thepotatogod | TruthHurts_22 |

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Doomguy's grin widened once he saw one of the demons being taken down by his sudden rocket barrage.

"HAHA!" he laughed joyfully, "NOTHING BEATS THE RAW EXPLOSIVE PAYLOAD OF A ROCKET TO THE FACE!"

He definitely thought they were going to be tough, but now it seems like he's got a much better chance Of course, he only accomplished half of the job. The other demon - a bulky silver-tinted bull of a man - still stood with a menacing snarl. Quickly, the marine aimed his rocket launcher and hollered at the last foe standing.

"WELL WADDYA YA WAITIN' FOR? STEP RIGHT UP AND GET YER SERVING!"

Yet as he was about to pull the trigger, the demon would get permission from his master to engage into a new state. He began glowing in ominous lightning which cackled throughout its body before unleashing it with a powerful swing of his sword as an incoming arc!

"WOAGH!"

Not having enough time to regain his aim, the marine made the quick decision to leap out of the way. However, the arc would still manage to hit his rocket launcher, causing it to cease functioning for the time being. The mad soldier attempted to unleash his payload, but would be unsuccessful.

"STUPID LIGHTNING!" he cursed as he put away his weapon and glared back at the large horned warrior, "FINE! IF YOU SO BADLY WANT ME TO PLAY 'FAIR'~"

He then pulls out a large blood-stained chainsaw from his hammer space, taking the time to rev it up as is reared a terrible noise.

"THEN COME GET SOME!" he yells while waving it around like the absolute madman that he is.

 

[Thepotatogod]

GM: Trektek

• The King Of Another Time
• Twilight Born Anomaly

• 
  Interaction: Develius PolikShadowbliss TruthHurts_22 Lazaro1505
  Summoned Another Riders: 1/5
  
  
  
  
  Lightning cracked on the Another Rider's sword as the Doom Marine brandished a chainsaw, revving in harmony with the Another Rider's large body crackling with electricity. Another Blade lunged at Marine, swinging his sword in a two handed sidewards swipe, attempt to either put a dent to the Marine's armor or clash with his opponent's chainsaw.
  
  
• 
  Interaction: Develius
  
  
  
  "Huh..." Gennao nodded as the golden clad man gave his spiel about the combatants, giving her the impression that everyone in here might as well be a bad person for the sake of the diamond. The two then locked eyes, noting that the golden man's eyes seemed to be trying to dig through her mind. She tilted her head, as if his words are hard to decipher. "Then...People bad?" Are the only sense she got from Ghidora's whole spiel, rubbing her head in the process. "Don't understand...But, it important?" Having blindly trusted those who had done good things to her in her entire life, Gennao hasn't really developed a sense of doubt to those who seem nice.
  
  The only doubt she has is things concerning her survival. Right now...She feels as if this man's getting increasingly dangerous. Her body reacting to it by black, cube-like particles eminating from her skin starting to be subtly visible. Like those spots you see flying in your eyes from time to time.
  
  

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Alice Solva
If boredom could kill Alice would've been dead long ago. It was like a plague that well plagued her almost every day of her life. For a short time she had actually managed to rid herself of that boredom. Yet that rush of joy was gone now of helping others, which left Alice to go on another adventure to find a new rush. That very call to adventure had led Alice here to the coliseum. When she heard warriors from across the multiverse would be fighting well how could she not enter. Making her way through the crowd of people unnoticed was easy for the trained assassin. Though she had to admit there were a few people here that her instincts told her to avoid. Which of course wasn't really an option in a tournament but none the less she silently dreaded fighting them.

Entering the tournament was simple as if they had expected her or something. After getting set up the brackets had been announced and Alice saw she was set to face off against someone named Aloy. Alice had to ponder who this person was and debated on if she should do some spying to get info on her opponent. Though when she thought about it that sounded like it would take some of the fun away from the fight. On the other hand it always felt good to put what she learned spying to use. Truly she was hard pressed for choices. Then she heard someone say her name her trained ears perked up at the sound. Turning she saw a woman looking at a tablet. The first piece of the puzzle fell before her. 'Is this Aloy? It could simply be an audience member interested in my match, but this feeling. This person definitely has fought before in fact I feel a sense of familiarity from her. Hmmm almost like she reminds me of him.' Alice began to remember an old friend who she hadn't seen in some time a mechanic by the name of Phin who had a knack for machines. He always seemed to be covered in grease and oil. Alice approached the woman the sense of familiarity fueling the drive she needed for a social interaction.

"Excuse me, I just arrived and couldn't help but think...do I know you from somewhere?" The simplest means of learning info is a direct approach. It's possible if this woman is in fact Aloy of any of the other contestants, if she learned Alice was her opponent she'd put her guard up and Alice would gain no info from her. "Sorry that must sound so cheesy I promise my ice breakers are usually better. Say that tablet you're looking at, are those the brackets? Wow can't believe I missed the announcement who are you betting on? Personally I think that Doomguy sounds pretty tough." There the trap was set now she just needed the woman to respond either way she would no doubt reveal who she is. Then Alice would have the second puzzle piece and be one step closer to solving that annoying question that always screamed in her mind. 'How do I kill this person?'
darkred

 

[Develius]

Location: Restaurant Rooftop
Mentions: | Thepotatogod |

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Sensing her discomfort, Ghidorah's gaze retreated as he dramatically covered his face with his free hand. "Ah," he sighed deceptively in shame, "Forgive me. I got a bit... carried away."

He then moved his hand away to reveal his full face once more in a more calmed light. His dark aura would've mostly been suppressed while he changed his stance to fit the situation - akin to a stern, yet thoughtful, teacher. "Let me rephrase that. In a tournament one should not... prioritize having "friends" while the grand prize is at stake, even when outside matches. Of course you can still make friends all you want, no one shall stop you, but be aware that some might... take advantage of what they hear and use them against you in combat."

His gazed turned downwards in a rather gloomed expression.

"Oh, for I should know of such... pain..."

Location: Random Bar
Mentions: Lazaro1505 | PolikShadowbliss | Thepotatogod | TruthHurts_22 |

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Doomguy's chainsaw screeched loudly as it clashed with the armored warrior's blade. As he struggled to resist the strength of his opponent, the force of their combined weapons sent volleys of glowing-hot sparks across the room coupled with lightning cackles in a stunning display. The marine knew that his chainsaw would be unable to breakthrough the weapon's incredibly hard surface, but this was only to buy him time for the next thing he got up his sleeve...

"YOU'RE... STRONG, TIN-FACE!" the marine groaned in a tone almost as if indirectly complimenting and giving in to his opponent's strength, "REAL... STRONG!"

Then he made the decision to give his position up as he made one last push before retreating his stance. Yet as Doomguy dropped his weapon, he parried to his left and extended his matching arm as a large blade extended from his forearm slot aimed straight for the warrior's exposed eye socket.

 

[mysteryxio]

"Hey I said I was sorry. Now where did...oh." Rex looked around to see his tablet on the ground before him. When he tried to turn it on he got no response. "C'mon" he continued looking it over then decided to use his powers. His eyes glowed white and the iris and pupil faded out, blue circuitry lines flowed from his arms toward the device. This lasted for a moment, his body returning to normal after. The screen flashed as if no damage had happened. "There we go all set. Name's Rex by the way." He said extending his hand to the elf in front of him.

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"Why thank you. I do try to entrance others be it with my looks or my music." He started to play. Wildfire flipped so that he was standing with his back to demon. He wasn't powerful enough to enchant someone who was of such high level but there could still be a possible partner in this. He didn't like sharing the stage, no matter who it was but a compilation between 2 performers was something he was okay with...for now. He felt the demon's power when he was farther away but up close it was something else. He had to hold his want back to take his fist and fight this guy. After all he did love a powerful foe, they were so much fun to defeat. "So what brings you to the coliseum? You don't strike me as someone who fights without a reason. You seem more...sinister." Wildfire hoped to appeal to the demon's pride. The crowd had grown in size. They kept their eyes on him the entire time.

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