The Ginger smerks at what the mortals call "power". " You stink M," he calls out.

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The Russian cursed under his breath as the tree had gotten in the way of his target. "Trickery of the target, no doubt...That should have hit dead center."

A twist of a dial here, a flick of a switch there, and the settings upon his rifle had been adjusted, the ammunition shifting accordingly. As the man set his rifle, he had dropped from a crouch onto one knee, his armoring systems shifting to accommodate as well. The plating of said armor had dug slightly into the ground to root his position, also proceeding to cover more of his form to make up for the lost mobility, raising his rifle once more.

"Block this, vrag."

This time aiming for the GM's skull, a panel on the rifle gave him a lock notice as the man pulled his trigger once more. The shot which exploded out of Svetlana's barrel this time was formed of depleted uranium, a type of shot well-known for being used as a tank-buster. Alongside this it had been enhanced to be seeker-like and, while it certainly wasn't perfect, it would make the shot that much more likely to find its mark.

Mikellh Dejax said
"Ugh." The man respawned again. "Fine, I'll create one my own." The man heated a blade shape in the ground, creating a sword out of glass. He then grabs the blade, and throws it at the Godmodder. Speed instant to 1.00c and the glass blade's temperature is increased by 200 K. Once the blade arrives near the Godmodder, the man will change the blade's point in space so that if the Godmodder dodges, the blade will still be where the Godmodder is. He will then instantly increase the blade's heat to supernova temperatures, creating a miniature supernova explosion localized at the Godmodder.Charge: 2/15Charge: 1/3

The Godmodder just hardens his hand, holding it out so the sword hits it and shatters.

Megadraco said
"Fine, then," said M. "Just let me tell you, I still sense your Mist as power from my universe, even if its nature's different. That, alongside the friends I'm calling, means there's a high chance a certain guy'll notice... And one neither of us want to see."After saying that, he created a massive amount of blue Mist, directly inside the Godmodder's lungs, not giving him chance to avoid its sleep-inducing properties. He then sumoned a pair of massive blue swords, the size of a building, and with a slight movement of his hands, launched them at blinding speed towards his enemy , controlling their path so that, if he dodged them, they would change their path and go at him again, and if he attempted to block them, they would swerve around and look for an opening, even changing size to fit into a smaller gap. Of course, once they stab him, they will change back into their normal form.CHARGE: 3/10CHARGE: 2/4

The Godmodder's now-red mist neutralizes the blue mist's effects inside the Godmodder. The Godmodder then hops on one of the giant blades, making the two swords strike each other, changing them back to their normal forms.

Joegreenbeen said
The Ginger smerks at what the mortals call "power". " You stink M," he calls out.Summon: /4

AnonyNoob said
The Russian cursed under his breath as the tree had gotten in the way of his target. "Trickery of the target, no doubt...That should have hit dead center."A twist of a dial here, a flick of a switch there, and the settings upon his rifle had been adjusted, the ammunition shifting accordingly. As the man set his rifle, he had dropped from a crouch onto one knee, his armoring systems shifting to accommodate as well. The plating of said armor had dug slightly into the ground to root his position, also proceeding to cover more of his form to make up for the lost mobility, raising his rifle once more."Block this, ."This time aiming for the GM's skull, a panel on the rifle gave him a lock notice as the man pulled his trigger once more. The shot which exploded out of Svetlana's barrel this time was formed of depleted uranium, a type of shot well-known for being used as a tank-buster. Alongside this it had been enhanced to be seeker-like and, while it certainly wasn't perfect, it would make the shot that much more likely to find its mark.

The Godmodder is struck by your bullet, dealing one point of damage!

The Godmodder stares at his foes. To think they had lasted this long... Oh well. The Godmodder then starts to glow, his brown hair sticking out, the ground rumbling, and a powerful wind emitted from where he stands. "It's time I showed you fools a portion of my power!" The Godmodder unleashes a powerful force of energy respawning all participants of the battle to one location. Everyone, sans the Godmodder, find themselves standing inside what looks like a more massive version of the Roman Colosseum. Millions of faceless people sit in the seats, all staring down at the center, where the anti-Godmodders are. Sitting in a fancy chair, tended by two servants, is the Godmodder himself. "Welcome to the Colosseum of Doom. Here, you will battle three gladiators. If you can manage to defeat them, you'll face the Colosseum Champion. You must overcome the Champion to escape. You will be allowed to rest between battles. Oh, and don't bother escaping. You don't wanna know what happens." the Godmodder says. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

EVENT BATTLE!
You are all stuck inside the Godmodder's Colosseum! Defeat the three mini-bosses to face the Colosseum Champion! Defeat the Champion to escape! During this time, if you attempt to flee, you will be killed and respawned back inside the arena. Also, you cannot attack the Godmodder, as a barrier stops any attacks from leaving the arena. You'll be given a turn to react before the first mini-boss is let loose!

"All right, then." Says M, as he begins to exude more and more blue Mist, flooding the battlefield, while making sure that the air around his fellow anti-Godmodders is clean. He then grabs his intercom, and speaks into it,
"So, A, you and T already at location? Good. Now, P should begin to open the portal. But don't go through it 'till I tell you. I'm in some sort of pocket Colosseum dimension, I need to defeat 4 guys to escape. I do have some powerful allies in here, so it should be easy."

M summons his swords again.

M hands grow brighter.

CHARGE: 4/10
CHARGE: 3/4

The mysterious man tugged his cloak before in on clean motion pulling it off. Once the cloak was pulled off it revealed what looked like a sixteen year old with white hair and demon horns, wearing a black sweat shirt and a red t-shirt with skeleton gloves on his hands, and black sweat pants and black shoes with white laces. "I am Riku son of death and by the creed of death you are far past your due time, so you must die Godmodder!" Riku shouted

"Since we apparently are introducing ourselves now." The chrome man put one of his hands under his chin, and the other hand supports the other's elbow. "I am Eubeal." (Pronounced, yu beyal or yu, beel) He stated his name with such casualness and calmness, not bothering to make it seem like it was significant, for it wasn't. He made this name for himself as frankly, it sounded awesome, it was a combination of two discoverers of what he specializes at, Physics. Since there was nothing to attack for now, Eubeal remained his stance.

Charge: 2/3

Charge: 3/15

The Russian took a moment of self-congratulation as his target was struck, finding a mere instant later that he was within alarming proximity of the many strangers whom were fighting said enemy. Armoring system adapting once more as the plating retracted only slightly, allowing him moderate mobility again while still granting a good amount of coverage. Glancing over each being in turn, before his gaze settled on the speaking one, Eubeal. Listening intently before taking his own moment to speak up, seeming fluent in English though his accent was thick.

"I am called Impul'Som Tyazhest'. Most find it simpler to call me Som."

The man took another long swig from his bottle, emptying it this time before smashing it on the ground. Looking briefly over the crowds, before letting his gaze settle on one of the arenas' gates, awaiting their foes with rifle in hand.

Suddenly, a loud rumble echoes through the arena, and the spectator seats being to crumble, hundred thousands of people falling into the arena sands together with huge chunks of rock which squish them underneath. Sand envelopes the writhin mass of faceless beings and tears them apart, creating a dark red sludge, which rapidly begins to consdense. With another series of loud bangs, a wave of heat washes over the arena, the ball of organic tissue and sillicon emanating a blinding white radiance as it is molded into the form of a humanoid. Slowly, it cools, and an armor clad robot is presented to the remianing spectators, the fighters and the Godmodder, colored a glossy black with a slight deep violet tint. Harvesting samples of nearly any chemical there is from the human bodies and forged superb accuracy, it is built from highly advanced materials, the creator showing acute technological prowess and the creation advanced enough to defeat a small army on its own.

It might seems strange that somebody would have enough power to pierce the Godmodder's barrier - but frankly, the creator was inside all the time. A didgitalized replica of sentince, he were a biological being in the past, but now, fully cybernetisized and contanied in a microchip the size of one's toenail. Previously latched onto one of the anti-godmodders, he now transmitted himself into the newly created body and prepared for battle, transmuting himself a sword form several more of the faceless spectators.

Megadraco said
"All right, then." Says M, as he begins to exude more and more blue Mist, flooding the battlefield, while making sure that the air around his fellow anti-Godmodders is clean. He then grabs his intercom, and speaks into it,"So, A, you and T already at location? Good. Now, P should begin to open the portal. But don't go through it 'till I tell you. I'm in some sort of pocket Colosseum dimension, I need to defeat 4 guys to escape. I do have some powerful allies in here, so it should be easy."M summons his swords again.M hands grow brighter.CHARGE: 4/10CHARGE: 3/4

gamer5910 said
The mysterious man tugged his cloak before in on clean motion pulling it off. Once the cloak was pulled off it revealed what looked like a sixteen year old with white hair and demon horns, wearing a black sweat shirt and a red t-shirt with skeleton gloves on his hands, and black sweat pants and black shoes with white laces. "I am Riku son of death and by the creed of death you are far past your due time, so you must die Godmodder!" Riku shouted

Mikellh Dejax said
"Since we apparently are introducing ourselves now." The chrome man put one of his hands under his chin, and the other hand supports the other's elbow. "I am Eubeal." (Pronounced, yu beyal or yu, beel) He stated his name with such casualness and calmness, not bothering to make it seem like it was significant, for it wasn't. He made this name for himself as frankly, it sounded awesome, it was a combination of two discoverers of what he specializes at, Physics. Since there was nothing to attack for now, Eubeal remained his stance.Charge: 2/3Charge: 3/15

AnonyNoob said
The Russian took a moment of self-congratulation as his target was struck, finding a mere instant later that he was within alarming proximity of the many strangers whom were fighting said enemy. Armoring system adapting once more as the plating retracted only slightly, allowing him moderate mobility again while still granting a good amount of coverage. Glancing over each being in turn, before his gaze settled on the speaking one, Eubeal. Listening intently before taking his own moment to speak up, seeming fluent in English though his accent was thick."I am called Impul'Som Tyazhest'. Most find it simpler to call me Som."The man took another long swig from his bottle, emptying it this time before smashing it on the ground. Looking briefly over the crowds, before letting his gaze settle on one of the arenas' gates, awaiting their foes with rifle in hand.

Vordak said
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoes through the arena, and the spectator seats being to crumble, hundred thousands of people falling into the arena sands together with huge chunks of rock which squish them underneath. Sand envelopes the writhin mass of faceless beings and tears them apart, creating a dark red sludge, which rapidly begins to consdense. With another series of loud bangs, a wave of heat washes over the arena, the ball of organic tissue and sillicon emanating a blinding white radiance as it is molded into the form of a humanoid. Slowly, it cools, and an armor clad robot is presented to the remianing spectators, the fighters and the Godmodder, colored a glossy black with a slight deep violet tint. Harvesting samples of nearly any chemical there is from the human bodies and forged superb accuracy, it is built from highly advanced materials, the creator showing acute technological prowess and the creation advanced enough to defeat a small army on its own. It might seems strange that somebody would have enough power to pierce the Godmodder's barrier - but frankly, the creator was inside all the time. A didgitalized replica of sentince, he were a biological being in the past, but now, fully cybernetisized and contanied in a microchip the size of one's toenail. Previously latched onto one of the anti-godmodders, he now transmitted himself into the newly created body and prepared for battle, transmuting himself a sword form several more of the faceless spectators.

Yeah, no. The Godmodder reverses all the damage you did, and you're now stuck inside the arena as well.

The Godmodder smirks at the fighters' reactions. Well, now. Let's see how good of a show you put up. Bring out the first Gladiator! The Godmodder says. A muscled man emerges, standing fully eleven feet tall. He carries a short sword in a scabbard at his hip. He also has a net and a large trident in his hands.

Godmodder Mini-Boss: Spiculus the Trident Master

M snaps his fingers, and the whole of the Mist flooding the stadium concentrates around Spiculus, pouring into his mouth and his nostrils.Then, the Mist remaining outside turns into hundreds of swords, which stab him.

CHARGE: 4/4!!
"And now, it's showtime!"
M throws his glowing hands up, and from an indeterminate point behind him, though definitely within the borders of the Colosseum, comes forth a massive, azure dragon, with the wings of a bat and a mouth spitting the bluest of flames. M's robe turns into a strange blue plate armor, as he leaps onto the dragon's back. It then lets out a great roar, and spits his flames on the Gladiator.

CHARGE: 5/10

Riku took a stance that would make it easy for him to immediately dash off. In the mean time circles the size of foot holds appeared around the gladiator, and within seconds purple fire bursted out of the many circles trying to damage and blind the Gladiator. Riku had also dashed off towards the Gladiator and jumped off the ground just enough for him to get into a flying keep ck stance while the momentum kept carrying him towards the Gladiator.

Megadraco said
M snaps his fingers, and the whole of the Mist flooding the stadium concentrates around Spiculus, pouring into his mouth and his nostrils.Then, the Mist remaining outside turns into hundreds of swords, which stab him.CHARGE: 4/4!!"And now, it's showtime!"M throws his glowing hands up, and from an indeterminate point behind him, though definitely within the borders of the Colosseum, comes forth a massive, azure dragon, with the wings of a bat and a mouth spitting the bluest of flames. M's robe turns into a strange blue plate armor, as he leaps onto the dragon's back. It then lets out a great roar, and spits his flames on the Gladiator.CHARGE: 5/10

The Godmodder's Mist protects Spiculus from your mist. Spiculus manages to dodge most of the swords, but the dragon's flames and one of the swords cause 1500 damage!

gamer5910 said
Riku took a stance that would make it easy for him to immediately dash off. In the mean time circles the size of foot holds appeared around the gladiator, and within seconds purple fire bursted out of the many circles trying to damage and blind the Gladiator. Riku had also dashed off towards the Gladiator and jumped off the ground just enough for him to get into a flying keep ck stance while the momentum kept carrying him towards the Gladiator.

The Gladiator dodges the flames from the holes, and traps you in his net. You are restrained for one turn!

Spiculus then throws his trident, causing one random attack to fail! The Godmodder snaps his fingers, and five hungry lions emerge from gates. "What good blood sports keep the combat to just combatants? None." the Godmodder says. Each turn, 5 or 10 lions will spawn. The five lions pounce, causing one random person to respawn instead of attack.

Damnit, Guild!

Charge: 3/3

Eubeal changes the gladiator's point in space to outside the coliseum. So now, the bastard can't do anything but mope. This may work because the gladiator has just been moved outside, and the arena wasn't disturbed, only the space. Well, if it doesn't work, Eubeal would teleport Spic's trident onto the space just near a lion, not losing its momentum, and impale one lion. He will then teleport three lions on top of Spiculus to either pounce on him, or crush him.

Charge: 4/15

M creates five spears around him, each one of them flying towards each lion. Then, he commands his dragon to fly high into the air, and then dives topwards Spiculus, assuming Eubeal's first attack didn't work. If it did, the dragon just pounces on a random lion, instead.

M being on a dragon probably makes him immune to being pounced on by lions. Otherwise, or if Spiculus' trident is headed towards him, he simply creates a blue shield / forcefield, stopping the attacker.

CHARGE: 6/10

The Ginger closed his eyes, feeling the power flow through his veins. Once he opened his eyes... He was in a fricking arena! "NO! NO! NO!" the Ginger ranted wildly, and just before he was about to grab someones eyes and rip them out of their sockets, he felt his connection with his home still there. With a swipe of his hand, the Ginger reopened the portal in the air directly in front of him. His summon may have been delayed but... NO! NO! NO! There was already a dragon in the arena! No fair! This M shall have a reckoning.

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