Map 1:



Brown - Cave entrance (they all connected under the earth via a 10w x 10h tunnel)
Grey - Stone pillars 30 feet high. These have torches of inextinguishable fire on each side of them about 5 feet up (the fire is extinguishable if other things are caught on fire with it)
Dark Blue - Rivers
Light blue - open sky
Green - Plains
Dark Green - Trees 15-20 feet high.

The Arena itself is a 200 diameter circular floating platform. It is about 40 feet thick and the edges are jagged cliffs.

Player 1: Nafear
Player 2: Descartes

Neither player may attack in opening post.
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Ivar moved through the floating arena, as cautiously as his body shifted from it's flesh tone to that of a metallic gray tone. His feet crashed upon the surface indenting it as he moved upon it. It was simple, Ivar had the ability to effectively become a living being of metal. Ivar's lumbering form made his presence known, he wasn't one to care, as he moved around this platform, he ended up stopping by the stone pillars that stood as a testement to the variety of this place. Ivar carefully monitored the area as he tread through it, being alert in both his eyes and other abilities. Whover was here, if anyone had hostile intentions and was present here, Ivar would meet that intent in kind.

Just to be cautious, Ivar decided these stone pillars would best suited to his needs. His ability of Transmutation started it's effectiveness with put a touch, as Ivar had the will to consiouscly avoid absrobing the propeties of what he was going to do. His ability works with wonders turning both pillars into a combination of Titanium alloy and Tungston Steel. Using his master of all things Earth. He forms the two pillars, they take shape into a monsterious giant at least 30 feet tall, 20 feet wide, with two large torchs on it's back allowing for a very fearsome visage. The construct stood besides it's master, ready to do his bidding.

The battlefield suddenly shook. A strong, ominous wind whistled between the massive stone pillars as they coalesced into a single swirling mass atop a 30 foot pillar. The silhouette of a hulking, muscular form appeared as the gust dispersed. It was vaguely human, if one could even call such a thing human. It was bent over at first, but slowly stood upright, flexing its powerful muscles. As it did, the entire structure collapsed. The silhouette stood, unfazed by the falling tower. He stepped out of the dust in a slow, dramatic manner. In spite of having come out from a collapsed structure, he was completely clean. Pierce's body rippled with muscle. Light glistened off his shiny, sweaty exterior. He reached his hands to his face, removing his sun glasses.

Unfortunately for Pierce, as he rook off his glasses, he had nothing to look at but two ugly metal mugs staring right at him. He could not stand for this. "Oh hell no." Pierce growled in a low, grumbling tone. "HEY!" Pierce shouted in a fit of rage out to the two giants. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU CAME FROM, BUT NOW I'M HERE, SO THIS SHIT IS MINE NOW." He stuck a foot out, pumped his muscles, and posed. "HELL YEAH!" he boasted, crushing his sunglasses in one hand. The big poppa broke out of his pose and stormed toward the giants, the ground depressing with each step. "YOU TWO ARE GOING DOWN" he proclaimed.

The scrapping noise of grinding metal, echoed violently in the surrounding air. The construct made out of Titanium rushed forth, it's bulky form meing to clash with a being who was brave or foolish enough to challenge it's master, it's makeshift slabs feet intdenting itself into the ground, like a mythical Giant of old Norse Mythologoy. Ivar however was still master of the Earth and allowed the beings arms to mold and changes as it rushed forward, shaping them into that of a crude, but effective pick axe. When the two finally met, the giant made a vertical downward swing at the incredibly well built man. With both deadly shapes coming downward with enough force to render most men in twain, the metal monstrosity's kiling intent was mirroed by it's master's own.

Meanwhile, Ivar using his powers of Transmutation and Geomancy in conjuction with his steel being to cobble it's own 'flesh' into weapons made from a combination of Tungston Steel, Flint, and laced with Gonpowder. Into the shape of a razor sharp buzzsaw-like disc weapon, it's other fingers followed suite, molding into each of a single saw blade, five in total.

Ivar, in preparation for Pierce's movements, moved the Earth under his feet as sort of a platform, allowing himself to be lifted slightly up like a pair of plat-form shoes. Ivar was patient, but if this man was brave enough to challenge his constructs head on, logically that would mean he had some sort of abilites himself. Ivar had to prepare himself for all angles.

The giants could shape shift! Surely, they must be capable of lasting a little bit longer than Pierce's last opponents. They went down in about four seconds. Pierce spread his legs out in preparation to squat, his arms held outward to catch the giants' pickaxe-hands. In each hand, Pierce grabbed one, the force of the impact minimal under the sheer durability that was Pierce's muscles. "HM!" he grunted proudly. His legs tensed as Pierce pushed upright and against the ground. As he did so, the ground collapsed under the sheer force that was Pierce's quads; a testament that he did not skip leg day. His arms pushed out, knocking those of the giants out and into each other.

"YOU BIG OLD PIECES OF SHIT AND YOUR FAT ASSES AIN'T GOT SHIT!" Pierce announced. The impressive pugilist sprinted between the two giants. And idea formed in his head. He was going to suplex the giants- no. He was going to suplex them into each other. With each powerful step, the ground depressed into boot-shaped hole. That is, each hole was in the actual shape of the whole of the actual boot, that someone could actually stick actual their foot into. Weaving between the giants and behind of of them, Pierce jumped upward, lifting himself through the power of his massive gains. His arms were outstretched. Pierce was floating in the air, suspended in it by his muscles, right behind a giant.

Pierce was right around the small of the giant's back, right where its waist was. His arms lay outstretched. Pierce flew into the giant, hands first in attempt to grab it. He was going to take the ugly thing down town- down town of Suplex City.

The Titanium behemoth, was only pushed back slightly before it's eyeless gaze turned as Ivar's eyes slowly caught up with the virtual Adonis of an oppnent. His eyes fixated on the man's postition.The other construct came lumbiner forth the sound of grinding and scrapping against the platform was apparant.The behemoth's massive pillar like legs depressing into the platform. The giant shifted it's eye-less gaze. Adjustin it's body movement, thus turning it's massive form to come to the aid of it's 'brother'.

So he can fly and he's super strong. Let's make this interesting!

The master of all things related to the Earth, his space was uncontested by most opponents,That's hwo it was going to stay! The giant's fingers reverted back to smetal slabs that. The construct this guy appeared behind, still within his realm of mastery. The giant's composition changed. Taking on a blackened tint, dulled by pangs of grey (60% Black Gunpowder/30% Flint/10% Tungsten Steel ). As Ivar allowed the man to continue with whatever he was going to do.

He's determined to show he's stronger. it's not unreasonable for him to grapple or even pick up my construct...

Ivar surmised, as the giant attmepted in vain to claw at it's backside. Ivar scooted back the bare minimum of distance that would allow his powers over the Earth and all that make it up to function. He allowed the , dirt and minerals underneath his body to propell him to the maximum distance his powers would be able to sustain both constructs his maximum distance he could operate both constructs.

Pierce gripped the monster on the back, its skin much softer than he had anticipated, digging his finger's into the giant's rocky exterior. With a mighty tug, Pierce dropped to the ground, bringing the giant with him. Its legs flew up as Pierce's lowered. He was going to suplex a giant into the other giant! "SUPLEX CITY BITCH!" he let out his mighty battle cry. The ground gave underneath the immense weight that was both Pierce and the thing he was carrying. He had been buried almost knee deep. Pierce flexed his calves, the ground giving around them, dispersing outward and forming an 8-shaped crater around Pierce's body.

The giant was supported over Pierce. He dropped his own butt to the ground, lefting the giant off of himself. His intent was to throw the giant onto the other giant, believing they were made of the same thing and that they would both shatter.

When Pierce brought the Golem overhead, Ivar hungry for victory, saw a chance. Electing to not use his powers to keep the construct together, allowed the giants base elements to crumble into dust, bathing Pierce in a large amount of Black Gunpowder. The inextinguishable fire from the torch that was on the construct's back would connect with the Gunpowder dust. The result, caused an explosion with the force of approximately twenty grenades. The flash that occurred illuminated the area in a flash of red and orange hues, followed by black smoke.

The remains of the construct would land in chunks of hot shrapnel down on the muscled man. The explosion would also vacuum the air out of the surrounding area. Leaving only hot embers, charred Gunpowder, and pain to breath in. The explosion would be enough to char and burn the flesh right off. That pain would be enough to make Pierce pass out, if he even survived. The latter was extremely doubtful.

BOOM! An all consuming flame erupted, setting the entire floating island ablaze in a dramatic fireball. The explosion was large enough that it was certain nothing in the area survived. The island seemed to shake under the immense force, almost splitting apart under the immense force. The fire cracked and sizzled, the horrid fumes filling the air and choking out, clearly whatever breathed. It took a while for the ashes to settle. There were no survivors expected among the wreckage as the fire rose.

The wind blew away revealing the results of such a powerful attack. Standing alone within a large crater, was Pierce Gatsby, still kicking. Before him, rubble strewn about the crater. The muscular man flexed his pectoral muscles, and as soon as he did, the smoke cleared completely out of the way, revealing Pierce's Herculean physique. His plan, flawless. Using muscles, Pierce stamped a hole for himself to hide in. Using his power to LIFT things, he had created a cap made of stone and earth as well as some of the converted metal created by Ivar, protecting himself from the outside explosion. It had taken the cap along with most of the top soil of the island.

Pierce glared directly at Ivar as he stomped out of the crater, finally getting a glimpse of his true opponent, apparently unscathed by the explosion. He lifted a muscular finger. "Hmm... So it was you." Pierce grumbled angrily. "TOMORROW. WHEN YOUR ASS IS IN THE HOSPITAL SCREAMING IN PAIN, YOUR WIFE WILL BE ON HER BACK SCREAMING MY NAME!" he insulted, running toward Ivar. He vaulted up over Ivar's wall, pumping his fist out. Another fist projected out of the first fist, flying at highspeeds toward Ivar. It was aimed directly at his face.