WAOA Arena

[Chungus]

Noting no reply other then the usual came, Timea silently on why she even tried, looking down to the warrior in front of her. As the arena changed, Timea cast a quick glance around the new surroundings, noting the various details. Her eyes drifted back to the warrior as the start of the fight was announced. She was about to ask if he couldn't be convinced to not fight to the death, but didn't; hearing the warrior's response to the announcement, Timea could guess the answer.

Shifting her weight, leaving deep footprints where her feet had been, previously, Timea fixed her eyes on her opponent, and opened her mouth, taking a moment to aim. When satisfied, with loud a electrical crackle, Timea shot out a lightning bolt at the warrior's chest. The bolt would carry around the same voltage as a strong taser.

 

[Kirke]

The man was brought to his knees by the bolt of lightning, losing control over his muscles for a moment and slid forward a little from his sheer momentum, leaving a trail of fire behind him. He roared again, but this time it was no battlecry, but an unhinged cry of fury. He raised his axes into the air, and the burned like torches as he brought them slamming down into the ground. A column of fire shot out from them, aiming right for Timea.

 

[Chungus]

As the warrior was dropped by the bolt, Timea began to move forward, doing so a little cautiously. She would move some two and a half metres, before stopping as the warrior picked up his flaming axes. As the warrior brought down his axes on the floor to generate the fire column, Timea jumped to her right to evade the firestorm, landing with a heavy thud. From there, Timea began running towards the warrior, not wanting to give him the chance to adjust his aim.

As she ran, Timea opened her mouth again, and from it, generated a beam of sunlight, 5,000 Lumens bright, flooding the otherwise dimly lit room with light. Meant more as a distraction then an actual attack, the beam had only a low UV output.

Closing in on the warrior, Timea closed her mouth, discontinuing the light beam, and shortly after, kicked at the warrior's chest with her left foot, aiming to punt the warrior into the left-hand side wall. The blow would carry enough force to do just that, if it connected.

Oddly, when she kicked, the dress seemed to pull up somewhat on its own, so to allow for better movement of the leg.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior stood back up, and as Timea began running, he swung one axe and summoned a fiery crescent that flew out. He was stunned by the beam of light, and the following attack hit him without resistance. His padded armour, and sturdy constitution, kept him at least alive, if not unharmed, as he crashed through a table and into the wall. The planks cracked behind him, and he fell down to one knee.

However, Timea was perhaps entirely safe herself, as there were many flames around here, the traces of the warrior's attacks. In addition, the warrior's chainmail had been extremely hot, over 500 degrees Celsius.

 

[Chungus]

Her foot connecting with the warrior's chest, Timea felt the heat his chainmail carried, confirming her suspicions that arose when she saw the man leap through the fire, which made her think he must have some resistance to heat and fire. Fortunately for Timea, she had this also, and the temperatures weren't high enough to overpower it. Although the warrior was in no position to see it, Timea's soft leather ankle boot wasn't affected by the heat, either.

As the warrior hit the wall, the part of Timea's dress that had been pulled up slid down again. Seeing the warrior was on one knee, rather then out for the count, Timea ran after him, moving around the fire whenever possible, and as she moved, opened her mouth and fired another lightning bolt at the warrior's chest. Aiming to simply keep him down, the bolt carried as much power as the one she fired previously.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior shot up and roared as he began charging at Timea. As he roared, a veritable storm of flame shot out around him, nearly concealing him. However, the bolt of lightning slammed into him, forcing him back against the wall which was rapidly going up in flames.

 

[Chungus]

Timea kept up her advance towards the warrior, but slowed down to a quick walk as she saw the torrent of flames erupt around him. As the warrior was struck by the bolt and thrown back, Timea cast a quick glance at the wall starting to go up in flames, and unable to see warrior only standing against the wall, half pictured a scenario where a part of the roof would come down on the warrior as he was. Her pictured scenario not sitting well with her conscience, Timea kept moving towards the warrior, picking up the pace to a jog, briefly stopping when reached the fire between the warrior and herself.

Standing close to it, Timea felt the heat of the fire, and judged the flames would be cool enough for her to pass through safely. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Timea began moving through the fire, opening her eyes again and taking a quick breath when she didn't feel the flames licking her face any longer, then seeing the warrior was, in fact, still standing.
As was the case with her boot earlier, Timea's dress wasn't burned, either.

 

[Kirke]

When Timea stepped into the torrent of fire, which was perhaps a bit thicker than Timea suspected, the warrior stirred. He rushed at her, taking advantage of her temporary blindness to grasp her throat with his left hand. His right arm moved like a jackhammer, delivering punch after punch against her face. "You do not scare me! All will burn in the flames of fury!", he roared at her and it seemed like the flames themselves heard him, for around him they were turning blue, with a temperature of 2200 degrees Celsius. His chainshirt was glowing bright red, and seemed to be close to melting entirely, while his helmet had been dropped to the ground.

 

[Chungus]

Being grabbed by the throat, Timea didn't give much of a reaction, his grasp not strong enough to really constrict her air and blood flood. At being punched repeatedly, however, she winced, feeling the sting of the multiple blow. The warrior, meanwhile, would feel like he was punching a block of steel. Timea only became worried as the temperature of the flames increased exponentially. Her resistance still saved her from the high temperatures around her, but she knew this wouldn't last forever, and certainly didn't feel like allowing the blue flames to lick at her.

From her throat, where the warrior had placed his hand over, Timea had a sharp 5cm-long horny protrusion erupt, aiming to pierce through the warrior's hand. Whether or not this was successful, Timea would then try to grab the warrior by the arms, just below the deltoid. If she managed, she would lift him a short distance off his feet, and charge at the wall, aiming to go straight through it, with the warrior taking the blow.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not seem to really notice what Timea was doing, keeping his grip on his opponents throat and kept punching until he was lifted and run through the wall. On the other side of that wall, which crumpled easily due to the fire damage, was a field with high grass. He took hold of Timea's upper left arm with his own right arm. He breathed in deeply, then pulled his head forward and roared straight into Timea's face. From his mouth, a blowtorch-like stream of fire shot out, blue in colour and 2200 degrees warm. The storm of fire, meanwhile, had cooled down slightly and was now yellow in colour. (1900 degrees warm)

 

[Chungus]

Once she had broken through the wall, Timea had her throat horn retract, noting the warrior didn't even seem to register the wound. Coming to a stop a few paces after, Timea gritted her teeth as the warrior took hold of her arm, about to hurl him away, when the warrior breathed the jet of flame at her. Here, her fire resistance faltered. Taking the flame tongue head on, she let out a scream that could barely considered human, sounding more like an animalistic roar. Suffering the beginning of a second degree burn where the flame made contact with the most, and a first degree burn around the area, Timea's grip on the warrior briefly and unwillingly loosened, which would allow the warrior to pull back.
While burned, Timea's behaviour changed as she shot into a fit of rage of her own.

If the warrior didn't pull back when Timea's grip loosened, she would grab hold of the warrior's arms again, tightening the hold to an almost crushing grip, and at the same time, moulded her chest so that instead of breasts, there was a scaly plate covering it. Her now battle ram-like chest would shoot out towards the warrior's chest, with enough force behind it that it hitting may result in the warrior's arms being torn off by sending him flying far, while Timea still firmly held on to the arms themselves.

If the warrior did pull back, Timea would instead shoot out a jet of water from her own mouth, pressurised to roughly psi 50,000 psi, enough to cut through steel with minimal resistance. Timea would aim the water jet the warrior's right collar bone, and trace it to about his hip, then discontinue the beam. As the fire licking her face had dried her eyes some, however, Timea's vision was on the blurry side, and her aim suffered for it.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not pull back, but he did not stand idle either. He pushed forward, placing one hand over Timea's mouth while it was still open, and the other on Timea's right shoulder. He pushed with both and at the same time stepped forward, body-checking her and placing his own leg behind Timea's to trip her up. From his hand, and thus within Timea's mouth, a ball of fire took shape. It was still not fully heated up, and as was only 1900 degrees warm.

 

[Chungus]

Pushing against Timea in the time she let out the scream, although she weighed a significant amount, with the warrior pushing against her as he was, and Timea too stunned by the pain to really get proper footing, Timea toppled backwards.

Feeling herself fall, Timea had arms sprout from her shoulder blades to break the fall, the arms consisting out of the mass she would normally put towards her wings. The arms of the hands hit the ground with a heavy thud, but stabilised her. The warrior's continued fire aura by now had dried out Timea's eyes, blinding her almost entirely. But enraged and fighting for her life, she pushed through this.

As the fireball was generated inside her mouth, the blue light could faintly be seen through her cheeks. Fortunately for Timea, her threshold fire heat on the outside laid at 2,000°C, and the inside of Timea's mouth was more heat resistance then the rest of her body, sitting at 2,500°C - so to prevent damage from her own fire, lightning or sunlight attacks.

Not going to wait around until the fire heated up further, and half blinded by rage, Timea would try to grab the warrior's arms below the deltoid again, and moulding her chest to be covered by the bony plate, and if successful, shoot out her scaly chest at the warrior's chest. While doing so, she also pulled at the warrior's arms with all her might - which was enough for her to lift small-to-mid sized SUVs - to make up for the fact that some force of her chest push would be lost by the warrior's chest already being pressed against her.

If she didn't manage to grab the warrior's arms, Timea would instead turn the front of her body into an inverted iron maiden, sharp bony spikes protruding from it, mostly concentrated at the chest area.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not follow Timea down, and remained by her feet, thus out of reach of her arms. He raised one leg, and smashed down on Timea's knee from above. The ball of fire, which had stuck to his hand instead of going down with Timea, now burned a bright yellow, nearly white, at 2500 degrees Celcius. The temperature of the air surrounding the man was now, due to the intense usage of fire magic, warm enough that his chainmail shirt was dripping down, melting right off him. His other clothing however, appeared to survive for now.

 

[Chungus]

Hearing the distinct lack of her chest spikes piercing anything, Timea sniffed the air to get a read on the warrior's position via scent, her eye sight lost. She sniffed in small whiffs so to not inhale any flames, but did so in quick successions, increasingly becoming more panicked.

As she did this, the warrior brought his leg down onto her knee. While the knee didn't break, the blow did force Timea to the ground on one side, losing her balance on the side where the warrior struck, which made Timea let out a bestial, if evidently panicked snarl.

With the temperature around her increasing further, Timea began sustaining first degree burns over the rest of her body, the front most of all. Unable to get away in any effective matter, Timea opened her mouth, and blew a funnel of wind with, wind speeds of 100 mph, in the warrior's general direction.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior lost his balance as the winds hit him. He fell over backwards, landing with a thud in the burning grass. His fury was faltering, and his injuries catching up to him. Using his final strength, he got back up and leaped onto Timea. His left hand and his legs were rent by the spikes, and soon his right hand too was impaled, as he smashed the ball of fire into her chest. The fire began eating at his clothing and, slowly, his skin. "You will burn, even if I must use my own body as fuel for the fire!"

 

[Chungus]

Timea would continue hosing down the area with wind for roughly three seconds, then got too the point where she had blown the majority of air from her human-sized lungs, and was forced to discontinue it. During this time, she climbed back to her feet, the arms on her back changing into wings. She raised her wings, about to take off into the air, when her discoloured eyes widened as the warrior threw himself onto her.

This was followed by a loud scream as he pressed the white-hot fireball into her chest. Her scream was cut short as it became a pained gasp for air, while Timea's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground sideways, hitting it with a heavy thud. The fireball had burned through her bony chest plate, and from there, easily consumed her flesh, which lacked her heat resistance her hide and inside of the mouth carried. The large amount of mass on Timea meant that the fire didn't reach the heart, yet, but it didn't matter. After some weakly flailing about, Timea went limp as she went into shock, the only movement being minor twitching.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior stood back up, staggering as his bleeding wounds and burnt skin took their toll. He fell down to his knees, and the magic fire dissipated. The only fire now remaining was natural. This did not bring much comfort for the man, as his own skin and flesh had already been scorched. However, for the first time in his life, the man smiled. He looked down at the dying Timea, and whispered to her in a voice unlike what it had been before. [small]"It is finally over. Thank the gods, the rage no longer clouds my mind. I can die in peace..."[/small], with that he fell forward, dead, as the wooden building collapsed in flames.

"Cease! No contestant remains alive!"

 

[Chungus]

In the arena the free-for-all was fought, Phyros and Laminus still lingered, Phyros being busy cleaning his feathers of the blood and goop sticking to them, refusing to enter the locker rooms until he was cleaned, stating that showing one's self like that was undignified.

Laminus was throwing his cane up in the air and catching it on the opposite end, bored, but staying by Phyros' side.

 

[Zepherus14]

Not long after Laminus threw his cane up a few more times, he'd be interrupted by a new arrival being unflashily introduced to the arena. She stood a lanky 6'1", and probably the quick and dirty method to describe as a dragonfly person. A turquoise carapace covered her limbs including four arms and two legs, and the majority of her back which held four large wings. Even from behind the two would still be able to see the oversized compound eyes she sported on her head. And lastly, it would be clear she was packing as well, with two weapons that looked like a cross between a rifle and a pistol, and a shotgun of some sort stuck to her back.

She hadn't moved much since she'd first appeared, probably taking in the scene. [color=00c0c0]"What the literal-"[/color] She breathed, whipping around to point the two pistols at Laminus. [color=00c0c0]"Alright fuzzball, what game you trying to pull here!?"[/color] She roared at him, definitely not looking happy about the situation she found herself in.