Arena III
Fantasy Environment
Welcome to Arena III of the great Colosseum. The staging place for combatants to do battle across fantasy based environments. Below are the various stages and their descriptions. To participate in a battle, follow the link below back to the Colosseum for admission.
Ice Land Wastes
A barren tundra frozen over with a veil of alabaster snow and ice. Miles and miles of what once was beautiful, flourishing land with civilizations and life abundant but is now nothing more then endless, freezing desolation. Blizzards rove the lands bringing with them a haze white, engulfing everything for hours at a time. All that was is now no more then a frosted wasteland.
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The next battle between Draku69 as Draku Rodriguez and MustaEyolfPedes as Musta-Eyolf-Pedes Argharna-Phellan will now begin. This battle will be taking place on Ascension. The battle will continue until a combatant is killed or a victor is decided. First post goes to the challenger Draku69. Lets have a clean fight.
Battle Commence!
Draku would step into the arena grounds, met by thousands who cheered for his very presence, with a grin and a roar; pounding his chest in response to the cheering crowd.
He would begin to ready himself for battle, removing the massive blade upon his back and slamming it into the ground; it standing tall as he removed his coat and placed it over the pommel, awaiting the arrival of his challenge.
For the thousands who cheered for Draku, not a soul welcomed the 'Earthbound God' to the arena. Be it he was unknown or terrifying to such an extent could be open to interpretation.
Slowly, a procession of multicolored lights came into view just upon the fringe the Draku's vision, dancing in luminous frivolity in their apparent freedom from the natural laws that govern life on earth. Every color of the rainbow frolicked amongst other shades of white, brown, orange. They seemed to be connected, never straying more than a few feet from the pack. Watching them, one may get lost in their transparent beauty. Absorbed in the way they swirled around each other, never touching and yet never seeming to be apart from one another, tied together by invisible strings that gave life to the inanimate. This ballet of light end energy went on for moments, until it came within seventy yards of the newest opponent.
Without so much as a second's hesitation the attention absorbant lights merged together, creating a single massive white orb. The brightly shining globe slowly compacted into a marble-sized sphere, its brightness increasing realative to its decreasing mass. Suddenly, a loud pop resonated throughout the suddenly hushed arena that Draku was positioned in. The sphere instantly began to expand to dimensions of seven feet, the light emitted from it growing weak, like the sun seen through a wisp of cloud. The light dimmed completely, and the sphere lost its appearance of fluidity, of masslessness.
A light breeze passed through the arena, a feeling of unease and unnatural power settling across the stands. The free standing orb collapsed in upon itself, as if it were dust. This revealed a large man within. This man, clothed in his signature red coat and black trousers, slowly removed a small contraption from his right wrist and tossed it over his shoulder. He was ready. Ready to fight. Ready to live.
Draku would smirk as the man came into view, What a drama queen..., he thought wasting no time on small talk; he too eager for this battle to begin, charging him with incredible speed for a man of Draku's stature.
As the distance between the two began to close, Draku would rear back his right fist; a crackle of electric green energy surrounding it, aiming for the man's sternum in an attempt to test his resiliency and get a feel of his capabilities.
If this were to connect, he would execute two more strikes to the gut and face in rapid succession; the lightning that surrounded his closed fists erupting into large sparks as the blows would connect, as if his arm were a well oiled piston, exerting enough force behind each blow to turn a boulder into rubble with a single strike.
Draku was going to rush him it seemed. Very well, Musta wasn't much for wasting his own time with idle chatter. He could talk and fight all at once.
Information whizzed through his mind, like electrical pulses through his synapses. He took in the distance Draku covered with each step, the green power that crackled behind the punch and most importantly, the man behind the blow. This might actually be fun.
Draku's first punch landed solidly with a loud, fleshy thwack. Musta moved with the force of the blow rather than against it, lessening the impact to an extent able to save his sternum from shattering in his chest but leaving the muscle no less damaged. He'd have one nasty bruise there if he didn't buy enough time to heal himself real soon. But that wasn't the issue now. As it stood, Musta's upper body snapped backward at a speed comparable to the speed of Draku and his punch. This brought his legs up and he would be able to use Draku's chest as a platform to launch from as he tried to land a followup blow, arcing Musta several feet backward to land with his left knee down.
"Very good. Not often is one allowed to strike me and even rarer it is for it to hurt."
The phrase 'grin and bear it' may come to mind upon witnessing Musta's expression. It wasn't one of pain, but of sheer exhilaration, excitement. His breathing was controlled, restricted and slow. Each breath was brought in through the nose and released out of his mouth. A slight shimmer appeared in the air in front of Draku and caused a slight haze in vision before condensing into a set of metaphysical glittering fists and forearms. These appendages moved according to Musta's arms, crossing into an X as his own physical set did. He didn't expect this to deter his opponent, but he had absolutely no intention of letting Draku get in another shot like that.
Draku would step back, a grin now seen upon his face, as the man conjured forth two glittering arms before him, "Oh?" he would respond to the man, "Is that so?" a dark chuckle would escape his lips, "Well, that's not all that's gonna hurt."
He would then inhale sharply, an intense heat emitting from his very form, before a large plume of emerald green flame exploded from his mouth; quickly enveloping the two metaphysical arms in a violent fire storm. Unsure of what this opponent would do, he prepared to follow the man with the lethal stream of flame; although temporarily incapable of further movement beyond this, to prevent him from closing in on his 'vulnerable' position.
In the hopes of this firey onslaught making it past the man's defense, Draku would charge him once more; ceasing his steady stream of flame as he would do so, bringing a fist to the gut of his opponent upon closong in on him.
Arena III is now available for combat.
The next battle between Whiteblade as Reaper and ImportantNobody as Ichiko will now begin. This battle will be taking place on Ice Land Wastes. The battle will continue until a combatant is killed or a victor is decided. First post goes to the challenger Whiteblade. Lets have a clean fight.
Battle Commence!
Reaper sunk his ice pick deep into the ice patch that was hanging on the inside of the elevator shaft. He had been climbing for hours now, and had only made about twenty floors. His Anti grav boots had died out long ago, and they were now recharging. He hadn't seen or heard anything from his so called rival, a clone. He had been briefed on her, a lab experiment gone wrong. It wouldn't be hard to wipe her from the face of the earth, of wherever he was. He had been transported, just like before on the space station, all his gear was with him, including some specialized gear for the conditions. Death's doing he guessed. With a final heave he hefted himself onto the twenty first floor of the ruined skyscraper, it used to be an office complex, for what or who he didn't know, nor did it matter. He hoped to make the thirtieth by today and then get a view of the lands, he had already spotted an ice valley in the distance, he wasn't hoping to fight in there. After taking a moment to catch his breath he checked the floor, some of the walls were torn apart and blown out and sections of the roof had fallen in, creating a viewing port to the next floor. Reaper's footsteps echoed on the cold stone floor, as he took out his sword, the plasma infused edge humming quietly. He carefully cut a nearby broken desk and lit it aflame with the plasma edge and created a fire to warm his hands, something sorely needed.
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