Shocked, one moment JonJon was there and the next moment he was gone. There was not any smoke, residue, or evidence that the guy had even existed. Something was burning in her hand, and that heat was able to pull her out of the shock. The pistol had a heat gage as well, but it could fire five shots until it would lock the trigger, and cool down. Still pointing at the area that JonJon use to be, the pistol read 27/35 and had a red bar indicating its heat level. It would take only a few seconds for the heat to be vented out of the weapon, but during those seconds, she would be nearly powerless. After a second of realizing all this, her helmet beeped. The helmet also told her the object, was on her right. Concluding that she did not want to roll at the object, or the sand pile, she quickly rolled to the left of her position. Before completing the first roll on her back, a unique thud could be heard behind her. It sounded a bit different then a hard object hitting solid ground, but that was probably because the ground here was sand. Rolling for her third time she shoved her hands on the sand, pulled her legs up so her feet touched the ground, and turned to look at this object.

Surprise could not be found as she glared at JonJon. While standing up, she had concluded one important fact, this guy could some how move from one area to anouther. Weather it was supper speed, or just vanishing, she had no clue. Nor did she know if there were any limitations. Pulling her pistol up her eyes caught the heat gage and she cursed mentally. It was still in lock. Changing her form of attack she brought her left arm in front of her, for protection, and charged JonJon. In her right hand held the pistol that she was planning to bash the guy with. Nyra knew the basics when it came to fighting with ones hands, but she was a bit rusty. Even with her rusty knowledge of combat she could put some power behind the smack with the but of her pistol. Running at him to gain some momentum, she wondered how this instantaneous movement worked. There was one thing she knew well. JonJon was going to have an advantage when it came to using hand to hand combat.

A single drop of half melted gel landed on the ground, as the crowd almost silently watched the multiple battles. Every once and a while there would be cheering as a combatant got hit, and mutters of frustration. Otherwise, outside of the dome was unusually silent.

(( And to reduce confusion on the five sand piles, I'll update their condition under the picture in my first post.))

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