A Fight for the Championship

[Dazsos]

“Do not mock my bubbles.” Aizen replied calmly, but again with no words to be heard. Instead, in a loud voice, Lussuria would only be able to hear “I’LL START!” Rather loudly from his backside. Both bubbles had exploded behind him, spreading out portions of hiun cloud to encompass much of the arena. Some of the mist even gathering very close to his back, making an attempt to soak his clothes, and veil him.

Now that Lussuria’s backside was covered, Aizen had little more work to do, to complete preparations and strategic moves. More bubbles obviously spread out from his mouth upon every word he spoke, which now spread a varient of 5 more bubbles at Lussuria’s front, followed by a whisp of mist that had rolled in from Aizen’s back previously. Since he did not have the luxury of fearing the hiun, it consumed him instantly, and denied anyone sight of his location. Lussuria stood in a gap of open space not yet consumed by the hiun.

Aizen didn’t have much to worry about until the opponent started to throw punches. And on the brightside, veiling himself in the cloud gave him a ranged advantage. “Have at me!” Aizen would yell, but even his words were muffled by the constant of bubbles produced instead.

[Lussuria]

Lussuria looked back as the bubbles popped. Of course, water user. Well controlling water or not, Lussuria would come out victorious. Nobody could match his speed. When he looked back to his opponent he was gone. Only clouds stood there. "Ah, I missed my chance! Oh well, Quickly before he moves!" Lussuria said as he used his speed to run up to the spot where he last saw his opponent then lifted his knee to hopefully land a hit to the chest.

[Gaara of the desert]

"Gecko Girl you are disqualified. Reeve you are Disqualified. Please leave the Arena."The announcers voice echoed throughout all arena's.

[Radioactive]

Shawn had heard the announcer's voice, the strain, disappearing from his face, as relief flooded his head. He'd still battle, although giving him an extra few seconds would still help him. Shawn closed his eyes for a moment, imagining tatics and strategys he would use against his opponent: The possibilitys were extremely endless. He was determined to win his fight, his mind set directly and exactly on his goal.

[Ender Wiggin]

Gunther skillfully parried the blade, once again squaring off with his foe, ricasso gripped. This sort of display by his foe built his confidence. If Gompton charged every time his opponent trolled him into fighting first, this would be an easy fight. Too easy. When things go too well, there was a chance it was a trap. An ambush.