Reva looked around, confused, before skidding to a stop. There was nothing shooting her. Nothing left to kill. They were done? She wasn't dead?
The gun, now cracked and useless, slipped from her hand and clattered on the filthy ground. She trudged over to her teammates, at normal speed, still occasionally slipping, stumbling over the muck and grime on the floor. She gave them a tired smile. "I don't know about you two, but I'd really appreciate a bath right about now."
Arden Deprato, Dragon Pit
Arden paid the real winner one last look. There she was, standing upright, basking in a glory very well-deserved. Then he looked at the ground hear her; there were three very beautiful swords. Adding her head gesture into account, she could only mean one thing.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Arden was sure the other man felt the same way upon seeing her willingness to share the sense of victory. Even so, he couldn't just reject that kind of offer. He had to swallow what's left of his pride to do this, "Oh, well, might as well take cover under the shadow she cast. This is still inside a prison, after all." That was his thought as he began walking to her direction.
"You're being way too nice. For all you know, we might as well be serial murderers." Arden said, "You don't even what know my power is."
Reluctantly, he picked up the grand-looking sword and followed her posture (with slight difficulty).
Hearing a sound like a sword clanging, Patrick's head turned back to the direction of the woman. He saw three decorated swords, much like the ones nobles would hang on their walls. She then turned in their direction and beckoned them over with a smile.
At first, Patrick's expression was one of confusion, but then he realized what she meant. He felt shame. He barely contributed in that fight. The only thing he really did was ensure his own survival. He didn't deserve to share in her victory. Still, she offered for them to do so, and Patrick could not refuse. She saved them, after all.
He hesitantly walked over to the woman. "Thanks." He said as he grabbed hold of a hilt with both hands and pulled with all his might. He held the sword in both his hands to admire it a bit. He had never seen something so decorated before, it was almost a shame to drench it in the blood of a beast. Cautiously, he turned the sword upside-down in his hands and held it over the head of the dragon. I'll have to reform in this prison... He thought as he brought the point of the blade down upon the head of the fallen dragon. Surprisingly little blood splattered, most of it flowing out of the neck. ...at least, if I want to survive.
"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGOThen the quill was heading straight towards Franz... and he smiled and his eyes narrowed. Suddenly all gravitational ties with him has inverted and reinforced, in laymans terms: Everything would fall away from him at high speeds.
"So... The stress became too much for you, or me, whatever you want to call it." Xaver muttered "Well, I guess i can handle these bird thingies for us. Should be a piece of cake. But you know, you should really become a man." He then pointed dramatically towards the bird that shot the quill "You die first."
Arena 32: The Aviary
"YOU MORON!" Leonidas yelled at Franz as he was swept up in his gravitational field. He had managed to retract his right arm all the way, but his left arm was still mostly around the tree. Thinking fast, he threw his right hand back at his left, his hands joining together to let him hug the tree. However, he wasn't to sure what the "stop" command was for his arms, and soon enough he was floating like a kite tethered to the tree.
The Eternal Wyrm
"Oh good. It looks like the match is just starting. We're not late after all."
All attention was momentarily diverted to the stands, where a slim young man in extravagant dress
had just seated himself in the VIP box. The watchful prisoner would notice he was accompanied by the young woman from before, and a more casually dressed man who was no doubt his driver.
"You may go now, Fredrichson," he said, waving away the man who was clutching his plain hat nervously. Once he was out of earshot, he remarked, "Remind me to have him fired later," to the gray-haired girl.
"But sir-"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" he said, his gaze steely.
She sighed. "No sir."
"Good." His attention turned now to the prisoners, who had been half-glancing at him since he arrived. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here to watch. Think of me as any other spectator."
Although he was high up, his voice still rang clear, naturally piercing the rabble of the crowd. He smiled. "Now then... give us a good show, why don't you?"
The worm roared its strange, rumbling roar again, and spat up a few more globs of the rancid liquid at the newly emerged golem soldiers. A lightning bolt struck its backside, sending the spineless creature reeling. But it was still unharmed. The emperor laughed to himself, a quick little chuckle for him and the girl only.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to damage the Eternal Wyrm, my dear prisoners. Blunt force does nothing. We've tested artillery shells on it, and it still barely left a scratch. You're going to need something... sharper."
The Aviary
The birds were sent reeling, but remained aloft, albeit with difficulty.
The Lion Pit
"Booo!" The backlights revealed the crowd, all hissing and holding their thumbs down. "You suck! This is boring! Hey ref, can we get a little action in here?!"
The ref, stuck in a different glass cage, shook his head, and they all moaned. "Screw this! Yeah, I'm going upstairs! How have they even managed to make the simple act of feeding humans to lions dull?"
The ref cupped his face, and waved his arms. He was calling off the match. They hadn't won the hearts of the crowd, but they'd won the match.
Magma golem
Eventually, it solidified, and the match came to its conclusion. The doors swung open, and the prisoners were set free into the prison compound again.
The Zombie pit
The pale white things clambered closer to Krantz, Seth, and Alanna, groaning. They didn't look like much, but there was a lot of them. And they looked hungry.
The Werewolf pit
The other werewolf smiled, even as his head rolled off his body. Thunderous applause was heard, and the doors swung open, freeing him.
The Dragon pit
The applause was thunderous, and it kept on well after they'd left, escorted out the door by guards. It had been a good first round, it seemed.
The Elder dragon
Had the javelin hit it in the eye, perhaps it would have hurt it. But as it stood, it just pricked it, sticking in its neck-skin like a splinter. The dragon roared again, and snapped at the scurrying metal thing, trying to capture it in its massive maw. Like an oversized cat playing with a mouse.
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"We'll." Perry said, panting. The golem had clearly stopped in it's tracks, be he wasn't sure about what would come next. "I'm alive. Didn't see that coming." It was then that he noticed that the doors that'd shut behind him were open again. He was in the clear.
"Damn straight."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.Elena Monfrank, leaving the Dragon Pit
"That certainly could be true, young man. However, in here, we shall be fighting for our lives regularly. Once we step into that arena, your companions are the only thing standing between you and death. Besides, the two of you listened to my words as we stepped inside... and neither of you has the look of a mad man in your eyes" says Elena with a little gentle smile.
"However, I must apologize to AG-T39-0. I told him he may step outside of the arena without a scratch on him... and in the end he was wounded because of my carelessness" says the soldier, bowing her head low in shame before Patrick. She of course, was talking about how he had hurt himself due to one of her rifles "Though I do believe that in case we fight together again, some lessons might be in order. Of course, only if the two of you wish to receive such instruction from me"
Elizabeth D Bryers
The mad Emperor is here to watch!? And yet this thing keeps shrugging off my attacks... A-Artillery shells have done nothing!? Thinks Elizabeth in a single, mad train of thought as she keeps seeing her opponent.
Sharp... something sharp...
Elizabeth reached into yet another one of her marks, her mind hard at work to create the desired effect.
Soon, the ground around the Wyrm would shift and change... sand and earth gathering together, making sharp pointy rocks all around the Wyrm, as if they were spears and stalacmites rising to sink into the monster at the sides and pin it down.
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Patrick Schneider, Dragon Pit
"Yeah! I would love to!" Patrick excitedly jumped at the offer. This was his chance to make something of himself. If he had even a tenth of her ability, then he would be worlds ahead of where he was now. He won't be so useless.
"And this." He said as he put his hand on his shoulder, and moved his arm in circles. "Don't worry about it. What matters is that everything turned out alright. Besides, this was totally my fault." He grinned sheepishly. "I think it popped back into it's socket when I jumped underground though. Man, that was scary."
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"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGOThe Eternal Wyrm
The worm felt the stalactites digging into its flesh, piercing it under its own weight. It roared, struggled, and finally dove underground in a desperate fit, tearing off large strips of its flesh.
"Well done. But, how will you know where it comes up next, little gladiator?"
The worm circled underground, all but invisible until it surfaced.
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialElizabeth D Bryers, Arena 108
How would she know?
Elizabeth didn't know... her Earth powers might help her with that... however, at that moment a dark memory crossed her mind at the same time as she remembered the words of the mad Emperor.
A crazy, crazy plan started to take shape inside Elizabeth's mind... one borne out of fear and desperation.
"You! Golem guy! Quick! I need your help! Make more golems... make them come to me!" says Elizabeth as she runs towards one of the few golems still on their feet "I need them to shield me... to make a protective cage for me with their bodies and draw the Wyrm to swallow us!"
Elena Monfrank, outside the Dragon Pit
"Indeed, that it was. I never expected them to put us against a dragon on our very first fight" says Elena as she keeps her easy going pace "Still, as far as your shoulder goes, we should definitely take a look at it as soon as we can"
I asked KSPAM if it was alright to kill the dragon this post, and he said sure. If I went a little... too far, do tell me!
Yohane
With a suicidal grin as the dragon opened its might jaws... Yohane leapt right into the monster's mouth, allowing herself to be swallowed. With a mighty gulp, the dragon had swallowed Yohane whole... leaving nothing behind. Licking its lips, the Eternal Dragon turned and faced towards Zach. Opening its jaws, it began to gather fire... until it quickly closed its mouth, a pained expression upon its face.
Suddenly, thin sharp bumps started to form all over the Eternal Dragon, along with the sounds of something moving inside of the dragon... until it all suddenly stopped. Then, without warning... organic tendrils blew forth from all over the dragon, almost as if it were a pincushion. The bloody tendrils shot through its head, neck, spine, legs, arms, stomach, abdomen, and its back... piercing the Elder Dragon and spewing its blood everywhere as the tendrils began to spin and rotate in place, ripping the dragon's flesh bit by bit... second by second... And then, the tendrils retracted back into the center of the dragon, before the dead creature fell flat upon the ground in a bloody heap of torn and pierced raw meat.
As its blood oozed and seeped out of it, a loud tearing and cutting sound could be heard from the center of the Elder Dragon. Seconds later, Yohane sliced through the chest of the dragon with his left arm being a large organic pair of scissors... and a rather large heart in her right hand. Forcing herself out of the dragon, she promptly hopped onto its head, took a bite out of the heart, and raised it into the air... shouting loudly into the air with a blissful grin.
"Ahhhhhhh~! What a wondrous taste! Fresh blood and meat always tastes the best~!" moaned Yohane as he laughed loudly... and as she began feasting on the dragon heart, not caring what the audience felt about her...
...for the only thing going through her twisted mind, was that he had to eat and feast upon her now dead prey.
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Sometimes, you just gotta do the unexpected to catch the expected unexpected individual who you are expecting.

Elena Montfrank, the Dragon Pit
Elena stood still for a moment... breathing heavily as she waited for the dragon to rise again, to throw his deathly flames in her direction. However, after a few moment of no movement she calmed down enough to hear the deafening roar of the audience cheering.
It was then when she let out a breath of relief and rose to her feet, moving to the decapitated dragon's head. She then concentrated for a moment and three highly ornamented swords appeared before her, stuck to the floor.
She then looked at her two companions and smiled at then, beckoning them to come to her side with a movement of her head.
The soldier then lifted one of the blades and held it in two hands, looking up at the audience "We who conquered death for this day, now salute you all!" she cries, before giving a bow after the which she spun then blade on one hand and sunk it in the head of the slain beast.
Elizabeth D Bryers, Arena 108
Impossible...'
The sheer power that she had packed into that fireball... how could it be that with all that the monster seemed unharmed?
Yet she couldn't remain on that thought. That way lay despair. If what she did was not enough, then she would simply strike it again as many times as it was necessary to bring it down.
Elizabeth concentrated on the next of her marks, drawing upon it a spark of lightning from her left hand. Taking a deep breath behind the monstrous Wyrm, the young noble closed her eyes and let that power concentrate, gathering more and more of the deathly lightning charge before launching it at the monster's backside.