OCT Q3 Z2: The Glacial Fortress

[Akrilix]

((Autokill necessary, as Kelthuel has departed for the coming six weeks.))
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The Cupselid could not have avoided that blow - it was already committed to its charge. The golem caught it sidelong, slamming it into the wall. The ice buckled behind them, and a deafening shriek of pain and fury filled the barn - indeed, carrying beyond the boundaries of that desolate farmstead.

The beast's retaliation was swift and brutal. Its jaws closed around the rocky golem's neck and the lower right side of its face. The resultant fracturing could be heard by the nearby Tims... and the blinding flash of light obscured the beast completely.

When the light had subsided, the Cupselid rose to all fours...spitting out superheated rock. Its scales and the inside of its mouth were scorched. The pain... only enraged it. Here it was... backed into another stall... its back to a buckled wall of ice, wounded, and standing in ice water.
And... it. Was. Pissed.

[Tool]

Zorion had decided to follow the demon Orotomo upon realizing that they both had dispatched of their respective foe at relatively the same time, smiling as he thought back to the look of complete surprise upon his opponent's face when all ten of his own blades buried themselves into his chest.

The rain had become quite bothersome as he followed the demon from a distance, his optic camoflauge activated upon his opponent's defeat; not giving anyone the chance of gaining the upperhand on him, nearly losing his target many times as they traversed through the blinding rain.

All he could think about was how happy he was that he had won against his first opponent this round, that made two wins so far; the one daddy had won on the big boats and his own against the dark haired man, and if he played his cards right; this one would be the third.

After sometime they had approched a farm house, the sounds of a scuffle sounding from within, Zorion quickly taking off around his target and up the side of the building. He would enter silently, the blade still clutched in his grasp, as a peculiar sight met his eyes. At first his childish instinct urged him to run away, for within all he could see were monsters. With a gulp, Zorion shook the feeling; stepping out onto one of the icy rafters.

He watched in awe as one of the beasts tackled the other, confused as to what was truly going on, just to have its throat ripped out by its target. Zorion couldn't take it anymore, he had to do something. Suddenly he would leap from the rafters, launching his weapon towards the beasts head, and landing before it; quickly aiming a well placed blow into its scaly snout, quickly backflipping away from the dangerous looking creature.

If blow were to connect, it would affect the area much as frost bite would; blackening the area of impact.

[Ghost 97]

"...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" It took Lilith a good ten seconds to realise she had materialized in a new area. Once it hit her, she allowed herself to open her eyes up into slits. As soon as she got the slightest image of the ice that surrounded her, her eyes fully opened. She regarded the beatifully carved ice that she was standing on. It was masterfully carved into a road, with several, equally masterfully made, houses following the road. It was like a normal town had been completely frozen. Not imposible. she thought to herself. I don't know what kind of people are run this tournament. This could have been an innocent village... No, stop it Lilith! It is not good to instantly asume the worst about the tournament hosts.

"'Sup." Zera poked Lilith's shoulder, causing her to jump a bit. This made the undead chuckle. "Don't freak out, 's just me." He walked to Lilith's side, looking out over the frozen landscape with her. "This must be fucking cold to those who can still feel temperature." he noted. Lilith nodded in agreement. "Poor fucks." Zera muttered. "Aaaaanyway." he said after a few moments of silence. "We've got asses to kick! Let's go!" The undead braced up, then launched himself off of the ice, starting to run along the ice road with increadible speed. Lilith regarded the broken ice his launch had created, then ran after him.

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A scream made Zera stop in place. He looked towards the direction the scream had come from, where he saw a barnhouse of ice. "Dang, some heavy shit must be going down over there... Fucking sweet!" Zera ran to the farmhouse, closely followed by Lilith, who had finally caught up to her partner.

When the two could see what was inside the farm, Lilith's eyes widened. "This can't be good." she whispered.

What was happening inside even made Zera stop. "Dang, that might just be the ugliest thing I ever seen." The undead netted his fingers and pressed outwards, making small cracking noises. "Lilith, I know you don't like needless killing, but that thing might be part of the tournament. If not, then we should at least help the one it's fighting."

Lilith nodded. "I guess you're right..." she whispered. She took hold of one of the crosses hanging from her wrist, and enlarged it into the size of a sword, which is exactly what it was now, as the cross had originally been sharp and with a comfortable handle. She did a few cuts through the unrealisticly warm air, testing if the sword was the right size. When she was satisfied with the results, she nodded at Zera.

The two charged into the barn, with Zera taking the front. When he was close enough, he jumped into the air. "Eat fist, motherfucker!" he yelled high in the air, attempting to hit the monster in the back with a powerful punch. Meanwhile, Lilith came from gound level, attempting to cut their new target's legs.

[Feldrain]

The Tims were in a confused Awe. Well one of them was anyway, the other was having trouble using his new found infravision. The "death" of the Lava Golem, and the sudden entrance of some bad mouthed zombie were just really not something he was expecting."NO!" roared the Lava Tim. "Is my Kill! Mine Own!" With that he held both of his arms forward and fired a torrent of Lava from both of them directly at the cusipilid. After this, he would charge after the creature whether he hit it or not and attempt to bludgeon it with his molten arms.

Meanwhile, the regular Tim just shrugged at Ortomo's questions. "I dunno who he is fighting all I know is-" he was cut off by Ice Tim who had just skulked in from nowhere looking rather disappointed."What happened? Did you win?" Tim asked his Icy companion. "I dunno. He just left, said he had something better to do...." replied the Ice Tim. Tim patted him on his cold shoulder. "S'okay. We can go beat up that thing in the barn." he said pointing a thumb over his shoulder toward the place.

Ice Tim grinned and charged toward the barn, slipping on the wet Ice every now and then. Tim turned back to Orotomo and waved him to come on, then followed his frozen clone.

[Orotomo]

"Well ok then. That'll do." Orotomo ran after them, not wanting to miss a second of bloodshed. He quickly started to run faster than the two Tims, and when he got about twenty feet away from it, he yelled, "HORFALQUE!" making a magical broadsword appear in his hand. He then quickly created a Fire Portal right infront of him. If the Cupselid were to dodge the Lava Tim's attack, then Orotomo would quickly make another Fire Portal beside the Cupselid and go through it, giving him an opening for an easy slashing attack.

(Check)

[Tool]

Zorion would land with a grin, watching as the beast was suddenly bombarded by a flurry of attacks; the Cupselid roaring out in pain, Perfect! he thought, plunging his hand into the suit's inner coat pocket; pulling forth an adhesive anti-tank grenade, "If you guys wanna live, I'd run." he'd giggle, arming and throwing the sticky bomb into the creature's open mouth.

It would snap its jaws viciously towards the boy, Zorion back flipping closer to the barn door, "I'm serious guys!" he'd shout as the electric timer on the grenade would beep in the final ten seconds, the powerful explosive ready to end the monster's fate; and those who failed to respond to the boy's warning as he leaped out the door.