WAOA Arena

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna sighed. "Ah well. Thanks for trying to help. I'll say if I remember anything else." He began walking out but stopped. "Oh! That reminds me, there's this lizard guy. Dromaeus, or something like that. I haven't spoken to him in a couple days but he's got a bit of a blank memory too. If it's allright with you, maybe we can all talk some time, figure this out?"

Diana listened, but didn't really seem to take much in. "I am the child of nobles, born in the greatest city ever made, training for years to become the strongest mage that ever exsisted despite... some setbacks." She looked a bit nervous for a second, but then continued. "If I survive, that is not luck. It is skill. I intend to be written about in legends, and I will protect my home no matter what. And comrades? I will not intentionally kill those I work with or have sworn to obey or protect, but if they do not pull their weight or cannot keep up with me, I will discard them and go on alone."

OoC: @Berk I'm presuming Drom is still around in the Arena, or have you dropped him?

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Gear Yeah, he's still around. You know, it's funny You were saying 'I think I know who these people are' and you're taking this angle of questioning, but one of these names has come up before. Bet you can't figure it out.

"An Argonian? Very well, if there is time then I will speak to him as well."Drayven said with a nod.

James stared incredulously at Diana for a moment.

"You really don't get what you're talking about at all, do you?" He scoffed mirthlessly. "In a battle it doesn't matter a toss whether you're a better shot, or a stronger fighter, or, I guess, have more magic than the next guy. If you go into battle against a disciplined, properly prepared army and then refuse to cooperate with your own side, running around like some asshole who thinks he's a God, you'll end up in a box, guaranteed. If you fight as part of a disciplined unit, as part of a team, then that team becomes something greater than the sum of its parts, and the people in it actually have a chance of surviving when things don't go according to plan. That attitude that you have there is exactly the kind of thing that'll get you and probably a lot of other people killed on a real battlefield."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Random: ...those Thalmor who turned up near the end of thread 2?!

"Thanks man." Laguna smiled. "I appreciate it."

"We are not trained as part of a unit. Each of us is told to do whatever we deem is the best strategy. And I find that attacking on my own is the best plan. Besides, the only great threat we have is the northen wildmen, and they can't even speak, much less make armies." Diana sighed. "Why am I even bothering to explain this? I doubt you'd understand, outsider."

 

[Knife-28]

Knife narrowly dodges Carmen's dropkick, though he gets a solid eyeful of her heel's in the process. Bringing his tanto down, he severs the Succubus's whip in two, then backs off and puts some distance between them.

Doug meanwhile, disinterested in the fight, takes the time to preen his feathers in the lounge.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry I took so long, my internet's not being very nice today.

 

[Random berk]

James pushed off from the chair and straightened up.
"That sounds less like an army and more like a mob." He said, shaking his head and sighing. "And I shouldn't even have to explain to you why just going up against an enemy completely by yourself and hoping you have the skill for it is a shitty tactic. I've already seen you get your ass handed to you by that Ozma woman, and by the Viking lizard before that. Your skills haven't exactly given you a great track record here. And I'll bet you that if you were at war with those lizard things, they'd send a lot more than one of them to battle."

OOC: @Gear There's a connection there alright.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen sighs as her whip is cut. She turns toward Knife and extends a hand, creating another magic circle. [color=bb0066] "Rot in nothingness... 1st Circle: Limbo!" [/color]

About 12 other magic circles open up around Carmen before each one shoots a metal chain aiming to bind Knife where he stood.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana stood, almost burning with anger. "That scaled ingrate and that insane witch only won because of one lucky strike. I garuntee you, had it not been for that, they would have died, and I would have been victorious. And how dare you insult the force that has kept my city, no, my enitre country safe for generations?!"

 

[Random berk]

James raised an eyebrow.
"I thought there was no luck in whether you won or lost a fight, only skill." He said with mock surprise. "As for your 'Force' I'm just going based on how you describe it, and on my own experience as a military officer. What are they keeping your country safe from, exactly? These wildmen from the North?"

 

[Knife-28]

Knife waits until the last second, then leaps into the air, the chains speeding beneath him. Knife lands on, then runs along the top one of the chains straight at Carmen.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana almost screamed with anger. She was literally burning with anger now, fire running up her arm. She raised the flaming limb and pointed at James, close enougth that he could feel the heat. "I should kill you where you stand, see if whatever force brings us back decides to work outside the arena!"

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen simply stared at Knife as he ran along the chains, another magic circle opening up under her.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Diana is actually really fun to wind up. >

Shit. James thought as he saw Diana's arm become wreathed in flame and begin to rise. He was still easily the faster though, and experience told him not to hesitate. As her arm came up he dropped to the ground with one leg outstretched and his weight supported on his hands. Sweeping the outstretched leg in a broad 360 degree arc he smashed Diana's legs out from under her, and was regaining his feet even before she hit the ground. As she did land, she would hear a distinctive metallic click as James levelled his pistol at her, pulling back the slide to chamber a round.

"Nice try, rookie." He said, not even dishevelled from the brief skirmish. "Very... skillful. Don't do it again, or I'll have to ruin the carpet."

 

[Knife-28]

Knife's mind doesn't ever register the circle opening beneath Carmen as he sheaths his other tanto and, upon reaching the point where the chain emerges from it's own circle, throws the length of whip still clutched in his right hand at Carmen's head, before diving after it and attempting to tackle her.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana tried to get up when she heard the click. She laid there for a moment, then stood, her arm stil burning, Her hand tigheted into a fist, and she brought the flaming fist smashing down... onto the chair she had just been sitting on, which promplty caught on fire. She stood there for a while, staring James down, then left the lounge fuming as the chair became little more than a bundle of ash and sticks.

OoC: Really late. Sorry, but I gotta go.

 

[Random berk]

James watched Diana go then chuckled humourlessly and lit a cigarette, now that the lounge was empty. As he smoked he grabbed his tattered leather jacket from one of the other chairs and began to beat out the flames that Diana had left.

OOC: Same here.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen sighs as she extends her hand toward Knife as he throw the length of whip at her. [color=bb0066] "Once more... 7th Circle!" [/color] The familiar red beam shoots out, eviscerating the whip part and flying straight for the diving man. The beam's speed seemed to increase a decent amount as the circle under Carmen disappeared.

 

[Knife-28]

'Fuck, I should have expected that.' Knife thinks, as the beam leaps out and pierces him through the stomach. His momentem however, still carries him forward into Carmen, sending the two sprawling on the ground. Ignoring the ball of pain in his gut Knife reaches up with his right hand, wraps his metallic digits around Carmen's windpipe and begins to squeeze.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen starts sputtering a bit as Knife wraps his hand around her throat. [color=bb0066] Tch... Not bad... [/color]

She calmly clutched Knife with her right hand and another magic circle opened as they touched. [color=bb0066] "Th-3rd Circle: Greed!" [/color] She managed to sputter as red wisps started flowing from Knife into Carmen as the spell started draining his lifeforce.

 

[Knife-28]

Even as Knife feels his life flowing from him, he squeezes his robotic digits harder and harder, until they lock tightly with a slight click. "Check...mate." Knife mutters.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen's magic circles fade out of existence as Knife finishes her off. [color=bb0066] [small] "W-Well... fought..." [/small] [/color] She managed to croak before she died.

A few moments later, she found herself in her room, bursting out of a tube. She clutched her throat a bit as she still felt the grip of Knife's hand lingering on her throat. [color=bb0066] "...Again, huh?" [/color]