WAOA Arena
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[color=915c83]"Annika."[/color] a male voice, originating from the bear, stated, in response to EMily's question. Annika nodded, then asked, [color=c41e3a]"Puhutko suomea?" (Do you speak Finnish?)[/color].
EMily blinked a few times before materializing Photon, her computer. It displayed a hologram of the translated words, as well as the language that was spoke. She blinked again, never having met a person from that region before.
"Oh, it's Finnish. Huh... interesting." She typed in a message in English and the computer spoke it back in Finnish.
"Oh, it's Finnish. Huh... interesting." She typed in a message in English and the computer spoke it back in Finnish.
[color=c41e3a][/color] Annika replied.
Over in the arena, a new contestant appeared. This figure was male, appeared to be in his late teens, and was wearing a baggy hoodie, jeans and worn-out trainers. His hoodie was missing the left arm, from the elbow down, with the exposed skin covered in scar tissue from numerous bite marks. As he was on his back, his hood had fallen down, to expose his pale skin, blond locks and blue lips. Every part of his body, except his brain and left forearm, was technically dead.
Over in the arena, a new contestant appeared. This figure was male, appeared to be in his late teens, and was wearing a baggy hoodie, jeans and worn-out trainers. His hoodie was missing the left arm, from the elbow down, with the exposed skin covered in scar tissue from numerous bite marks. As he was on his back, his hood had fallen down, to expose his pale skin, blond locks and blue lips. Every part of his body, except his brain and left forearm, was technically dead.
Beth noticed something, through the arena door. Her sensors were distorted by the place, but something was on the other side. She walked through, arriving in the blank space with the dead boy.
Once Beth entered the arena, the dead boy became oddly lively. He leapt to his feet, and looked around. [color=5128a4]"Where am I?"[/color] he asked, his eyes narrowing when he spotted Beth.
Oliver's lips parted in a grin, and his upper canines began extending. [color=5128a4]"Really? I haven't had a good brawl in years."[/color] he said. Once he finished talking, his jaw began distorting to make way for the fangs. Once his teeth had fully descended, the points were below his chin, giving his mouth the appearance of a sabre-tooth tiger's.
[color=0047AB]"...easy there kiddo..."[/color] Beth said, slightly nervous.
The blank space shifted and blurred, changing. Before long, the combatants found themselves in what seemed to be a steel mill. The large, flat court was lit by vats of molten metal surrounding it, and two layers of catwalks crisscrossed overhead, with ladders leading up to them.
The blank space shifted and blurred, changing. Before long, the combatants found themselves in what seemed to be a steel mill. The large, flat court was lit by vats of molten metal surrounding it, and two layers of catwalks crisscrossed overhead, with ladders leading up to them.
Oliver pulled his hoodie off, revealing a shirt covered in dried blood. With a guttural roar, Oliver charged at Beth. His hands curled into fists, and he raised them. Once he got close to Beth, Oliver would attempt to punch her in the head, hard.
Beth, taken off guard by the blood and the aggression, jumped back just in time to dodge the swing. Once she had recovered a bit, she backed off and tried to keep away from Oliver, the tubes in her arms sliding out and building up cyan energy.
In the arena where the robed figure had been deposited in, two new figures appeared opposite figure. One was a particularly large, pale-blue-eyed raven, standing 80cm tall. The other was a man in his late forties, with a somewhat thinly build, and standing 1.76m call, having the eyes, ears of a goat, as well as curled horns coming from the side of his head, and the legs of a goat, somewhat adjusted for bipedalism.
The man worse dirty and worn clothes consisting of grey wide-legged linen trousers with a brown leather belt, and an unbuttoned white shirt, as well as a variety of strange anklets, bracelets, a necklace, and a charm tied to the left horn. Around his neck hung a worn wooden flute, and in his right hand, he held a long stick, which he seemingly used as a cane.
[color=FF3300]""[/color] The bird questioned with a bemused tone, speaking with a male voice, without moving the beak.
the man replied, a great deal jollier.
Both the raven and the goat-man spoke in Latin.
The man worse dirty and worn clothes consisting of grey wide-legged linen trousers with a brown leather belt, and an unbuttoned white shirt, as well as a variety of strange anklets, bracelets, a necklace, and a charm tied to the left horn. Around his neck hung a worn wooden flute, and in his right hand, he held a long stick, which he seemingly used as a cane.
[color=FF3300]""[/color] The bird questioned with a bemused tone, speaking with a male voice, without moving the beak.
the man replied, a great deal jollier.
Both the raven and the goat-man spoke in Latin.
Upon the arrival of the two new combatants, the arena the robed figure occupied began to take new shape. The floor depressed 30cm downward and changed to form a stage of rough-cut stone. Water poured from unseen spigots high above to fill the gap between the floors new and old height. Four 'islands' raised up above the water line another 30 cm, forming four evenly spaced, 4 meter wide in diameter platforms that were clear out of the pool of water. The Islands were evenly spaced from one another, in the rough shape of a square formation.
"Opposing teams on the floor! Who will emerge victorious?"
The figure in the robe, referred to from now on as Blue, only began to move after hearing the announcement. It moved towards the other two occupants of the arena with haste and an aggressive posture. Blue's hands, feet, and face were all covered in cloth of the same color as it's robe, leaving nothing exposed. As it approached, it appeared to clumsily stagger forward just enough to dip its left hand underneath the water, but regained its stride immediately afterwards, with a massive icicle covering its hand and extending 2 feet out from the end of its arm.
"Opposing teams on the floor! Who will emerge victorious?"
The figure in the robe, referred to from now on as Blue, only began to move after hearing the announcement. It moved towards the other two occupants of the arena with haste and an aggressive posture. Blue's hands, feet, and face were all covered in cloth of the same color as it's robe, leaving nothing exposed. As it approached, it appeared to clumsily stagger forward just enough to dip its left hand underneath the water, but regained its stride immediately afterwards, with a massive icicle covering its hand and extending 2 feet out from the end of its arm.
As the arena changed, the bird - named Phyros - and the goat man - named Laminus, looked around with confusion, doubly so when water began pouring out of unseen places. Phyros' gaze soon fell on Blue, watching it with half curiosity, half suspicion, while Laminus continued to look around the changing arena, clapping against the wrist of his cane-holding hand while laughing.
[color=FF3300]""[/color] Phyros asked Laminus as the announcement of the start of the match was made, cocking his head to the side. He kept his eyes fixed on Blue, watching it. If Blue had a beating heart, a still one, or no heart at all, Phyros would know.
Lamunus only responded with a "" while shrugging once.
Regardless of his findings, when Blue began menacingly approaching the duo, Phyros spread his wings, showing the 160cm wingspan, and leapt up, flying up, not liking where things were going.
Laminus began flicking the charm hanging from his horn as blue approached, but let out a short yelp when he saw Blue forming the icy spear. Having noted there was no way out, Laminus too could see the writing on the wall. While strafing towards the left of the island he stood on, Laminus took hold of his flute, bringing it to hips lips, and played a quick, eight-note long melody. After this, faintly vissible pale-blue lines ran over Laminus.
[color=FF3300]""[/color] Phyros asked Laminus as the announcement of the start of the match was made, cocking his head to the side. He kept his eyes fixed on Blue, watching it. If Blue had a beating heart, a still one, or no heart at all, Phyros would know.
Lamunus only responded with a "" while shrugging once.
Regardless of his findings, when Blue began menacingly approaching the duo, Phyros spread his wings, showing the 160cm wingspan, and leapt up, flying up, not liking where things were going.
Laminus began flicking the charm hanging from his horn as blue approached, but let out a short yelp when he saw Blue forming the icy spear. Having noted there was no way out, Laminus too could see the writing on the wall. While strafing towards the left of the island he stood on, Laminus took hold of his flute, bringing it to hips lips, and played a quick, eight-note long melody. After this, faintly vissible pale-blue lines ran over Laminus.
Phyros would find that Blue had no physical heart to speak of. Blue's attention seemed to focus on Laminus as Phyros elected to fly off, as it stepped onto the island with the goat-man, the damp cloth covering its feet making a damp squelch as they made firm contact with the stone. Blue raised its arms and made towards Laminus, pulling its left arm back and jabbing forward in an attempt to stab the goat man in the center of the torso with its icicle once it was within range.