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JonJon's hop scotch running interrupted by a few random teleports to throw off any pursuers was suddenly jeopardised by an energetic explosion that knocked him off balance. He teleported into a roll before to avoid landing face first into the sandy floor. He got up in a crouch looking around for whatever made the explosion, ready to teleport at a moment's notice. He cautiously hooked his skateboard on one of the many chains adorning his baggy black pants making a crude holster for it. It hung off him like a sheath. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his butterfly knife, flicking it open deftly as he found a floating figure with his sight. That was no good, the feminine figure had a bow. He needed to find cover yet again.
He teleported behind the sand pile, he had now crossed the entire arena ending up almost exactly opposite to where he started.

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((-_- don't change the arena floor, I am asking this mostly because people will forget where the arena floor changed. So they say that they are walking on sand when actually they are walking across ice or what not. This prevents fights among characters.

Also you start in the ready room, thats where you explain your hight, age, items, ect., but the whole clothing description was awesome, so you can keep it.

Do you have any other items? What race are you? So you just create flammable gas and ignite it on fire and shoot it at people? details are important here, you need them. Sorry thats asking more then the usual battle arena, but that avoids fights, and godmoding that usually ends an awesome battle.))

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A hooded figure entered the arena, holding a scythe. He was around six-foot, but looked like he was lighter than an average person his height. A small bag was on each side of his hips, suspended by a belt. He pulled back his hood to reveal pure white hair and eyes the color of blood. His name was Riku, he was a spellcaster, but an odd type. He had a natural magical ability, probably due to him having a dragon ancestor somewhere, and had it heightened by an unearthly enity. He now had powerfull fire magic, hellfire as it was, and could create illusions upon people.

Riku knew a great fight was about to ensue, and had not come unprepared. His scythe, though actually uneeded to do magic, could also serve as a formiddable melee weapon aswell. The small tan bags contained runes. 3 were protection runes, which put up a weak sheild, able to deflect a less powerful attack if he wasn't ready or preparing something, 3 were gravity runes, which could make him defy gravity for a very small timespan, and the last was a reality rune. If he used it, it would move an attack to different place in the space time continuum, and he has no control over where. Each of these could only be used once, the "Aces" in his sleeve.

His cloak had intricat eand strange designs on it, they were sliver, contrasting with the black main color. He wore small armour peices over vunerable places of his body, but not all over, because he liked to be able to move quicker. Riku was ready, he was 25 in human years, and more deadly than most people would think. He stepped into the out of the 'ready room' and into the arena. He looked around, a large area, with four huge piles of sand, and there was no escape. Perfect.... He spotted one figure immediantly, a beautiful girl with a bow. Riku wouldn't her looks get to him though, he might be killed in a split second of admiration, so he avoided her gave and quickly ran to one of the sand piles. Riku realized the dome was made out of glass, not a very good holding material, but why was it black? Riku probably would've figured it out if he weren't focused on the fight. A opponent could be anywhere, he couldn't just be sitting here, marveling over the substance and why they used it.

(I really hope thats okay.)

(( you are accepted, but like I said before, no godpowering it with the magic. For example,

"Out of his bare hands a pillar of fire flew to the ceiling and bathed the entire arena in fire. Everyone who was not wearing any protective clothing would burn to a crisp."

XD sorry but making examples is fun. And you will be the last person to join the arena if Izaka fixes his post...))

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((Oh no, nothing like that, maybe like a slash shaped wave of hellfire, aimed directly towards his opponent at most, I promise I won't be unfair.))

Teleportation? Frix stood up from his crouch, mouth slightly open. He hoped he had hit, he couldn't afford to miss too many times. Where'd you go, monkey man, he thought to himself. As he turned around to find JonJon, a explosion happened in the center of the arena, sending dust everywhere.

Frix chuckled with glee as more and more combatants entered the arena, unaware that he was blocking a dust cloud which bent around his body. As long as he could hide for most of the battle, finishing the stragglers wouldn't be too hard, he thought. He glanced down at his watch. Hmm, I might want to turn it off in a bit... Looking up, he spotted his Riku a dozen yards away. Noticing he appeared to be unarmed, Frix decided his next target. Drawing a grenade from his side, he planned his assalt: He would throw the grenade past Riku. The explosion would probably distract Riku long enough to give Frix the time to try and drive a dagger into his back. As he began moving towards Riku, the pain in his foot increased a bit. Gritting his teeth, Frix threw the grenade when he was 5 yards away from Riku and continued moving.

Riku heard something bouce passed him, and looked at it with horror, a grenade, and the thrower couldn't be that far away. Rikutried to keep his calm as he sprinted up the side of the sand mountain and slid down the other, feeling the grainy sand against his back. He reached the bottom, and waited for the explosion, but was also ready from a suprise attack by the grenade-thrower. Only then-too late to fix- he realized he would be completly visible to everyone now.

((Thanks, I don't want to see an arena battle die because someone godmoded))

Cursing into the helmet she was not able to see the lizard man behind the pile of sand. Suddenly her helmet was beeping at her, warning her that something was coming at her. Before she could even turn her head, the sand pinged off her suit and she cursed again in frustration. How was she suppose to defend herself when the helmet warned her at a late time? She waited for the sand barrage to end and just stood near the perimeter. Finally as the stupid sand cleared, she looked around to try and figure out what happened.

The woman with the bow did not have any problems making herself known to everyone in the arena, as she stood proudly waiting for an opponent. Out of the corner of her eye she thought that yet anouther combatant had joined the battle. Zooming in on his figure a man with a, Scythe? "What the heck is a guy going to do with a scythe?" She thought silently to herself. She was just about to head back to the pile of sand when she spotted someone already taking cover behind it. Nyra had failed to notice his entrance into the arena so she studied him for a moment. JohnJohn had normal cloths on with a, skateboard? "Scythes, Bows, and now Skateboards? What kind of battle is this?" She had never experienced anyone outside of her own species, or with any magical powers for that matter. So this arena was full of things that were very odd to her.

Ignoring the oddities she pulled her sniper off its back holster and examined the heat gage. The color was green with a slight tint of orange, meaning that it was almost completely cooled down. Grinning she put her pistol back and aimed for the unsuspecting opponent. The shot was only some 100 yards away, nothing like the last 200 yard shot. Making the several necessary calculations in her head, she applied those calculations to her aim. After only three seconds of aiming she pulled the trigger and watched the bullet devour the space between her and JohnJohn. This again had made a loud cracking noise that bounce off the walls of the dome, creating an annoying echoing effect. Again the winds inside the dome effected the accuracy of the shot, but she was closer to the target. So this one had a high percentage of actually hitting the target. Sadly it was only until the bullet had left the barrel when she realized her stupidity.

The bullet left a thin trail of smoke leading directly to her, and there were no piles of sand near her to take cover. Nyra had left herself wide open. Not waiting to see if the bullet hit her target or not she rushed to the opposite pile of sand. Unlike the woman with the bow, she did not want to reveal her position to anyone if possible. That was part of being a sniper, to be able to stay undetected. Well anyone could probably see her now as she rushed to the unused pile of sand, where she once thought the reptilian man had hid behind.

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Riku jumped when he heard a loud bang, which echoed off the wall of the dome in such a way, it sounded like multiple shots. He looked around, trying to find the source of the shot, and spotted a line of smoke, pointing directly at a girl, franticly trying to get away. He smiled, keeping his eyes on the girl, but not forgetting to watch for another opponent. He sprinted twowards her, grin still spread across his face. Suddenly he slung his sythe down, and a large slash shaped blast of blood red hellfire, from about 30 yards away.

((It's spelled JonJon, seriously. Thats my name lol))

This shot had more velocity than the pistol earlier seeing as it came from a long barreled rifle. JonJon registered the noise, turned slightly and teleported. His body arrived flat on the floor much faster than it would have than if he hadn't teleported. JonJon suddenly became aware of a sharp pain on the side of his head. Still flat on the floor he cautiously felt his ear, the lobe was ruined an bleeding freely.

Why in the hell is everyone shooting at me!?He glanced up to see a vaguely visible trail of smoke. He followed it with his eye's and saw a figure clad in a dark suit of some kind flee behind yet another pile of sand. It was about 150 yards away, if JonJon could see it he could teleport to it.

He unhinged his skateboard from the chains and held it as a club again as he stood up and teleported to the top of the pile hiding the one who had fired at him. He wanted some revenge as he leaped of the pile and swung his skateboard overhanded with both hands hoping the metal axles of the board would do something damaging to the helmeted assailant. The hellfire wouldn't make it before his board did.

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