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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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Anagorm Britia


Anagorm had spent most of the day making sure her bugs had settled in, mostly a glass tank with a herclues beetle named Herc(she was like 3 at the time of naming so...), a small ant farm, and her free roaming net-casing spider: Rowdy, along with continuing studying Horned Dung Beetle. She felt she almost had enough of an understanding to replicate the beetle's remarkable strength, just a little more time should do. After making sure her pets were fed Anagorm headed downstairs, met by the smell of food cooking halfway down, invigorating her steps. She stepped into the kitchen to see Charles cooking up a storm, using a plethora of kickten devices to prepare a variety of food. "Oh hey, is this food all for you or for everyone?" Anagorm asked cheerily. Cause that was a ton of food for one person, though she wouldn't mind having to make food by herself, it'd be an insult to do so if someone else had already prepared food.
The rat was fast, alarmingly so, causing Rindheart to do the natural thing and fall back from the blur of movement heading towards his face, a movement he'd already started. This caused the kick aimed at his face to simply not connect, though the cup of earth would rise into the air missing as well. However Rindheart was already planning his next move, as he fell towards the ground he used his right hand to point at the ground where the rat would land, splaying his fingers open, the pocketed rock beneath the rat opening as well. The opening wasn't very deep, merely a foot or so and not much more than his hands-width wide. However at the same time Rindheart moved his left hand and the cup of earth that had passed by the rat now come hurtling down onto where the rat would land. The rat was fast, but shouldn't be able to change his landing position easily nor the speed at which he arrived at it, if all went according to plan the rat was about to become a sandwhich.
Ah, the price of haste is waste, let me make a quick edit to acknowledge his existence.
Dawkin Trustram


Dawkin furrowed his brow at the sound of voices. They were definitely there and seemed like they were coming from the left where they were more Goldeens. He turned and observed Martin's approach. "I see." He gestured to the left, "I heard some voices down there somewhere if you're interested, hypothetically they could be from one of the teams, that or we can go to the right, where I first went, though anything further than that and your attempts to navigate will be as good as mine." Martin seemed to be rather invested in the thought of finding them so Dawkin figured he'd let him decide where they would go next, afterall it wasn't like he knew his way around this place much better than Martin did anyway. The boy from earlier had caught up and thanked them for their help, as well stating his intended path. Dawkin waved away his thanks and waited for Martin to determine which direction they would head.








So that was how it was. The rat immediately took up a fighting stance and Rindheart got a good grip, metaphorically speaking on the ground around himself, ready to react to whatever the rat did. As soon as the rat leapt into the air Rindheart took a step back and swept upwards with both hands, with the combined diameter of about two large plates, section of rock about a hand tall rocketed out of the ground, with a hollow in the center. The makeshift cup of rock would attempt to swallow up the small rat, giving him just under two seconds to think of something, and once it did so Rindheart would close off the top of it and move forward to clasp it between his hands.
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All good for going ahead cap'n
Rindheart stepped into the portal and came out into what could most easily be described as a hellish landscape. Raging fire, cracked and jagged rocks, reaching out with his earth magic he felt the ground beneath wasn't much better in terms of consistency. At least he could avoid stepping onto anything liable to collapse and send him crashing downwards. More importantly however... Rindheart peered forward upon hearing a fearsome yell for him, at first unable to see anything. However upon closer inspection as he made his way forward he could determine that there was a small rat in front of him. Given that rats were likely not native to this region and there was nothing one could only assume this was the creature that had called for him and was his competition.

Rindheart raised a skeptical eyebrow and approached until he was about 10 of his own footsteps away from the creature. "Are you named Pumpkin?" He asked cautiously and somewhat incredously. He was to fight a rat? Well he might not be the most impressive combatant but this was surely was an insult of some sort. Though the mouse being here alone spoke of a hidden nature, obviously there was something that deemed it worthy to participate in this tournament. Likely a shape shifter, certainly it must have access to some sort of formidable magic to make up for its size.
I clicked on the link in the OP and got guild chat back but this thread's channel is still not there.
Rindheart turned to face one of the noise emitting objects as it announced the matches. He was facing... Pumpkin. Was that the gypsy? Eh for all he knew it could be the old man, no point worrying about it. The only point that was odd was that 6 names had been spoken but he only saw 5 combatants including himself. Unless perhaps one those he had deemed non-combatants were in fact participants? Whatever, it made no real difference, his strategy would unfold as soon as he hit the battlefield. Rindheart ran his fingers lightly over his equipment, making sure everything was in its proper place. Time to see about winning this thing, one step at a time. Pumpkin. Rindheart snorted disdainfully at the name and waited for further instructions as he waited in his chair.
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