Kirsten was indeed the one who held the advantage, and it showed as she easily overpowered the frail 15 year old, who she easily stabbed in the chest as many times as she wanted.
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Kirstin was declared the winner once Homer was dead, and the arena returned to its base state. Kirstin was allowed to leave, and she exited quickly. Her reaction to Homer's death was calmer, since Kirstin was aware he'd be back, though she was still thankful she hadn't eaten in the locker room.
"I'm...ready...were Homer's last words as he quickly died from blood loss and shock. He came back in the same, usual way and was honestly not that disturbed by the events that had unfolded. "I wish...it had lasted longer..." he said quietly to himself as he started wandering again.
Kagura simply laid there, unmoving and simply staring up toward the other as Timea kept atop her. Just the act of being sat on wasn't the most comfortable, with how heavy Timea was overall. The fox continued to stare up toward the other, the odd bone keeping her head pinned. The odd thing would be that it would take Timea something around half an hour of using the beam before Kagura would finally begin to fall into an exhausted sleep. Nearly the entire time, she'd stare into Timea's eyes, almost hypnotically before they fell shut and the girl would fall asleep.
Two small pools of blood would form from the vulpine ears and expand as Timea drained the girl. By the time she was done, Kagura's face would be rather pale and the two pools would look like they had simply formed into one large one.
Two small pools of blood would form from the vulpine ears and expand as Timea drained the girl. By the time she was done, Kagura's face would be rather pale and the two pools would look like they had simply formed into one large one.
The entity known as Blue slunk out onto the floor of an empty arena with a damp thud. The cloth covering its body was thoroughly soaked and dripped water on to the floor, quickly forming a puddle underneath it, despite all other bested contestants all seeming to exit the reconstruction chambers perfectly dry. It seemed almost completely unaware and unresponsive of its surroundings for the time being.
Homer Peron continued to wander around, now wondering if everyone he came across would try to kill him.
While Timea was patient enough to sitting over Kagura and continue to drain her, the arena operators were not so. After roughly five minutes, and it became clear Kagura would be unable to resist any longer, Timea was declared the victor. The match over, the steel bulkheads slid open, and healing magic flooded the arena, repairing the damage done to Kagura's poor ears.
While she had already won the match, Timea still wasn't going to risk being attacked, and still thinking Kagura was deaf due to the blood collecting in the ears, didn't warn Kagura to stay put. She continued the beam for the remaining 25 minutes it would take to put Kagura under, stopping to take a breath every so often.
Once Kagura was put to sleep, Timea let go of the kitsune, and hoisted Kagura over her shoulder while standing up. Leaving the arena, Timea moved through the locker room, to the dorm, where she laid Kagura down on an empty bed.
While she had already won the match, Timea still wasn't going to risk being attacked, and still thinking Kagura was deaf due to the blood collecting in the ears, didn't warn Kagura to stay put. She continued the beam for the remaining 25 minutes it would take to put Kagura under, stopping to take a breath every so often.
Once Kagura was put to sleep, Timea let go of the kitsune, and hoisted Kagura over her shoulder while standing up. Leaving the arena, Timea moved through the locker room, to the dorm, where she laid Kagura down on an empty bed.
Lena Oxton, aka Tracer ended up in the arena. She looked around, bouncing on her heels a bit.
Oliver was twiddling his thumbs, when the smell of Tracer's blood reached his nose. He quickly sprinted into the arena, his head already changing as his canines extended into large fangs.
As Oliver charged into the arena, the doors sealed and the stage began to set itself. Soon the landscape was covered in towering skyscraper made mostly of glass, but with some being more oddly designed . The interiors would be equal parts glitzy shops and bland cubicle farms. On the streets bus stops and cars lined the sidewalks, along with thin trees and low bushes.
READY? FIGHT!
READY? FIGHT!
Junkil groaned as he split his attention. He kept the orb of wind up, though it became much smaller and he had to crouch to keep himself in the air. He focused his pride in his abilites, and kept the excitement of using them in mind. The ground around him shook, and a thick ring of stone began ascending around him, with the same radius as the orb of wind.Drakmorg said:
Oliver charged at Tracer, faster than a normal human would be capable of going. He let out a loud roar, as his fingernails slowly turned into claws.
Junkil's dome of stone was only halfway done when Vicky came close. He twisted to get out of the way, losing his concentration and screaming in pain as the spear drove deep into his shoulder. As the winds stopped, the water flooded back in, battering the mage and beating the air out from his lungs. In his dazed state, Junkil could not summon any magic, and was even drowning as he instinctively gasped for air, drawing only water into his lungs.
The mage tensed up as the spear sliced through his flesh. He looked silently at Victoria, with an open mouth that soon filled with blood. When he died, the announcer called out, quite audible even underwater. "Cease! All remaining contestants, please proceed out of the arena." The ocean quickly drained away, and the ship folded away into the ground as the metal door to the locker room opened.
Junkil sat up with a literal shock, a lightning bolt thundering out into the sleeping hall and hitting the wall harmlessly. Placing his head in his hands, he began to sob quietly.
Junkil sat up with a literal shock, a lightning bolt thundering out into the sleeping hall and hitting the wall harmlessly. Placing his head in his hands, he began to sob quietly.
Tracer smirked as she was charged at. She drew her two laser pistols and warped into the air over Oliver, raining shots down on him. These wouldn't be too deadly, but the damage would certainly add up fast.
Oliver skidded to a halt, his head snapping upwards to look at Tracer. Some of the lasers hit Oliver, but he didn't seem to register any sort of pain. However, the lack of pain didn't prevent Oliver from attempting to dodge. He would begin weaving from side to side, using his supernatural speed and reflexes to prevent Tracer from aiming at him.
Tracer did her best to anticipate where Oliver would be, and shoot ahead of him as she warped closer to the ground, then onto the ground, never ending her fire and changing the angle of her attack slightly with both warps.