Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

The blue glow upon Uz'Gazos's blade fades, he stabs his blade into the ground and stands although not doing so without a struggle. His body shook, and the cold clouds coming from his back started to dissipate. His frozen blue skin started to appear orange, and he looked at himself. His deep gravely voice shouted to the air    "Why my lord?! WHY?!"   

A single word booms across Primordia,

   "Weak."   

The demon collapses, drained of his power..... at the mercy of Redacted.

Frigus is stabbed by the icicle, although this was not for nothing. She understood, or well she thought she did. Her attack was stopped, but the ice drake came in for a bite on Gold Experience's neck. A dark crimson blood started to coat the icicle. She disappears in a cloud of snow, reappearing a few feet back still injured. With her right hand she grabs the icicle, takes a deep breath and yanks it out. She has a sharp brief scream of pain, blood starting to leak from the blow. She puts her hand to her chest, and the injury coats itself in a thick ice. It was a temporary fix, Frigus's breathing was labored. She assumes her stance, and prepares an attack.

Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Apr 2nd 2019 at 12:23:31 PM

With an evil laugh of a man gone insane, he looks down at the fallen warrior, and limping over, he hardened his hand, picked the demon up and threw him into the tree. The demons sword clattered on the ground next to Redacted.

   ”Remember what I said about monologues? You thought you were going to win, and got overconfident. Now you will never be able to talk again.”   

He said as he picked him up again, morphing the earth into a vat of plasma, burning at over 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. With another sadistic laugh, he tossed the knight in. Closing up the ground and returning it to normal. The night was now part of the ground beneath his feet. Redacted hopped he was still alive down there, so that thing could be conscious of his own suffocation.

After he dusted off his hands, he lost all the strength he had left in him, he made it to the tree before he collapsed. The helmet right next to his head, and the sword on the other side of him.

OMG this STILL exists!? YESSSSSSSSSS, Facebook rp is cancer

Team Isaac enters the arena!

Survivor just enters the golf cart too, sitting next to Fuel and Nana. He stares at them before he becomes distracted looking at his potion collection.

As Gold Experience is bitten, the damage synchronizes to the user, causing tooth marks to appear in Giorno's neck with a spurt of blood.

Giorno appears shocked for a moment... then his expression hardens.

Il vento d'oro

Giorno turns away. "It's useless. I've already won."

The sound of Gold Experience's effect activating is faintly audible.

"Are you prepared for this? Because I am."

He turns around with one ruined eye socket again as Gold Experience attempts to punch Frigus. If successful, it will leave the ice that had formed over his eye from the earlier sword hit on her, then turn the ice into a tree, getting her caught up in its branches.

Vague Primordia, where Team Isaac presumably is

The return of the veteran team is greeted by a not-very-warm welcoming party: a bunch of Cogs.

Welcome back, Edward. We have much to discuss.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 2nd 2019 at 1:29:10 PM

Gabriel

Gabriel was flying in the air when he noticed the two guys fighting each other in New Los Angeles. He flew down, and landed on top of a small 3 story building, and looked down, to get a closer look.

Tell me about it, gotta look at the current map

Team Isaac looks around at the cogs and immediately splits off.

Aurel heads left, sparking his signature lightning in his left hand as he begins to draw the long rapier off his belt. He eyes each being up and down, deciding which cog to handle first.

Samuel darts away from Isaac to the right, looking over each cog that may follow him. He was ready, he had been waiting, it had been a long time since the group had come together to do battle and this was what they relished in.

Isaac himself walked forwards directly at the oncoming mob, a toothy grin across his face. He pulled his hands together in a sharp clap and the twin blades that had brought him fame appeared: Excalibur, the golden colored ornate blade which held holy power, Enrizen the pitch black sword which held itself in regards to demonic energy.

One of the Cogs, a Level 9 Two-Face, steps forward and says, "You don't know who you're facing."

Cog Battle

The Two-Face pulls out a roll of red tape. "See if you can cut through this."

Red Tape!

It throws the red tape at Aurel, wrapping him up in it and restraining him if it hits.

Uz'Gazos screamed one more time in horror, before the ground shut on him.... and burned him to a crisp. The blade gave off a feeling of incredible dread, and light whispers of a deep soothing voice could be heard emanating from the blade. Redacted probably wouldn't sleep long...

Frigus dodges the punch, albeit barely. After the dodge, she nearly falls. The damage to her chest was obviously impacting her How could she have been hit by that? "Close range...."

She holds her blade out, and it lengthens three feet. The blade itself is now 2.5 meters long, small shards of ice falling from the blade. She holds out her other hand, and dashes forward. Her ice drake coils itself around her stomach, spewing ice spikes towards both Giorno and Gold Experience. She stopped 2 meters away from Gold Experience, and attempted a diagonal slash, which if landed would combo up into another triangular attack on his chest.

Thanos dwells within Oblivia, observing as Broly trains with Cull, with the latter seemingly teaching some minor lessons to the angry Saiyan.

Hm.

Edited by Bolded1 on Apr 2nd 2019 at 9:08:29 PM

"Return, Gold Experience!"

A piece of ice is turned into an eye and gravitated into Giorno's empty socket, restoring his vision just in time for his Stand to tank the slashes. Blood spurts out of Giorno's body.

"Huh?! Uh, that makes sense, I guess?"

He tries to bow in spite of his body-shape.

"Hi, uncle, I'm Xeru."

Aurel was far beyond the speed of some tape, he didn't feel the need to really do anything with it. Then again this was the arena, only the strong made it here, and these guys were here. Without delay he would move out of the way, showing far superior skills and speed than just slicing through some tape. He would dash forwards, building the lightning up in his open palm. With that free hand, he would see how mechanical they were. His aim was to more or less gut punch the cog in front of him with lightning palm. If this 'Cog' were electrical, it would fry.

Samuel would stand back, assessing the situation, deciding what of the many god's and goddess's powers to use from being an emissary. He was reminded of when he was first marked with the brand, perhaps fire would do him well here.

Isaac would waste no time, the fires of battle burned in his eyes as he awakened the balance breaker flame once more, flashes of white and black as the flames melted into a red hue, he would slam the flames forwards in a thrusting motion. The aim here was merely to burn the nearest Cog as he let the heat loose.

Redacted didn’t sleep very long at all. In fact, he woke up just minutes later, he did pull rest from the short lived sleep. But he felt something nagging at his subconscious. His eyes fluttered open, and he was looking at the sword...

As an scientist should be, he was curious about it... He sat up and stared at the sword for what felt like eons. He then idly found himself reaching for it... After having a battle with himself, he succumbed to curiosity and grabbed the sword, gripping the hilt and pulling it towards him for examination.

The Two-Face goes all jittery and spastic as it gets punched in the chest, doing the cartoon "visible skeleton when electrocuted" thing. Only its skeleton looks less human and more like a T-800.

It survives with a red health-indicator light and literally just uses Red Tape again.

Isaac's attack instantly destroys a Level 6 Yesman, partly melting off the paint on its body until it explodes from the heat.

Next to emerge from the crowd is a Level 12 Robber Baron.

It wiggles its fingers, sending out a horizontal wave of blue sparks. "Nice trip, I guess I'll see you next fall."

Power Trip!

The sparks fly towards all members of Team Isaac. Anyone who makes contact with them instantly trips over and falls on their face, taking surprisingly high damage from it.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 2nd 2019 at 2:26:21 PM

Samuel shrugs as he darts left, coming, then decides to pummel straight towards the level 12 cog, clearly these things could be mashed to bits, and that was what Samuel intended to do. He would build up mana into his left fist and come full force for the face of the power tripper.

Aurel would also skate by unharmed by this attack, merely jumping back from the sudden power surge. He would respond in kind with his own, prompting Samuel to jump as he did. "Surge breaker!" He would slam his fist down onto the ground and lighting would shoot out in all directions, anything within a ten foot radius in that moment was apt to be hit.

Then there was Isaac, who was hit, falling square on his face, taking massive damage. He was confused, but realized he needed to get up, planting his right hand on the ground, he would push up, lifting himself to avoid the lightning spewing out in every direction. This would give him ample time to flip, bringing his body to an upright posture. He would blow flames out his back to add to his already superior speed, going straight into the crowd of them to unleash another large burst of the balance breaker flames. If one could be easily melted, then why not all of them?

Hell- Krampus's Castle

Redacted's consciousness felt like it was ripped from his body, dragged down so fast that primordia was a blur.... until the green plains and dirt were replaced with blue flames, and a tower made of a dark crimson material. He slammed to the top of the tower, he would be disoriented for a moment. For there being blue flames, the area was damned cold. The booming voice from Primordia spoke,

   "Stand."   

Frigus holds her blade high dramatically, and says "I told you... I'll be taking that from your corpse."

Although before she can do a slash of any kind, the wall erupts between them. She looks up at Gabriel, and scoffs.

"Come to save your friend?"

The ice drake uncoils from her stomach, and goes straight for Gabriel.

Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Apr 2nd 2019 at 2:06:24 AM

Gabriel flew down to wherw they were fighting, and watched. It looked like both of these people had immense power, but he decided, you know what, I'm bored, let's do this thing. He would throw up a wall made up of the ground in between them, to announce his presence.

Redacted slowly stood up, shaking the dizziness out of his vision. He shivered, and looked around. Where the hell was he?

He couldn’t see where the voice was coming from, and when he tried to morph his limbs he couldn’t. His breathing got heavier as he fearfully looked around. Was this a trick? Did the IMC catch him and put him in a coma? He felt sick as he tried looking for where that voice came from.

The Robber Baron goes skidding back on its feet. Its health indicator turns orange.

It conjures up a golf ball and club. "Caddie, I'll need my driver!"

Tee Off!

It swings the golf club, launching the ball at Aurel.

The Two-Face and a number of other Cogs near it are zapped by Aurel's attack in a similar manner to the first move he had made. The difference is that this time, they all explode.

A number of more Cogs are blown up by the heat wave, but some Level 11 Cogs survive with red health indicators. One Corporate Raider, one Legal Eagle, one Big Wig, and one The Mingler.

A tree suddenly springs up from the ground, attempting to impale the ice drake.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Jam is around Noctilum with Troa, staring at her while doing her push-ups. For her part, Troa merely smirks, unafraid.

He would to see Krampus, his skin looked like ash. He was incredibly tall, certainly taller than Redacted. His face was covered by a light skull, with twisting brown horns. Each of these horns extended two feet, and then curled upward. A thin kilt, black and torn wrapped around his waist... only barely darker than his skin. He walked forward, and spoke...    "You know not what is in your possession..... you may not be a normal man but you are still human. Welcome to Hell. You won't be here long, until the day I come to claim you....."   

The ice drake was indeed impaled, it cried out in pain. The tree would start to freeze upon contact with the drake... and Frigus freezes a portion of the wall solid. She then kicks it, with an enraged grunt escaping from her mouth. She jumps through, and looks at Giorno. She attempts a combo of 6 slashes, albeit slightly weaker damage wise because of the amount.

"You coward!"

Once again, throwing Oswald onto the kart...

Mr. Pew Pew drives the kart off into the void once again.

They emerge into what appears to be a repeat of where they first began after entering the Front Three.

"It's the Front Three, so we have to do this whole sequence two more times."

Time-skip for the sake of this not lasting a week!

They've all received minor battle damage from the two Cog battles of the second hole, but nothing else of limited use was expended. From Cog Golf, Fuel and Nana won a rake (trap) and a whole cream pie, Survivor won a button that would drop a safe on the head of the targeted Cog and a big horseshoe magnet that could lure Cogs in, Oswald won two birthday cakes, and Mr. Pew Pew won back some of the gags he had expended during the battles.

And now, they enter the third hole...

Final Par

Giorno withdraws Gold Experience into himself and performs the Joestar secret technique: running away.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 2nd 2019 at 3:42:18 AM

Samuel shrugs his shoulder's as the machine slides back. He would come in for another hit, this time using his metal leg to axe kick. If it came down into a connecting hit, it would smash the hell out of the poor robots head. This leg weighed almost two tons and was generally kept as the training tool. It's weight required him to be constantly expelling magic energy to control it at will.

Aurel would catch the golf ball, freezing it as he did, then he would electrify the ice and send it barreling at one of the nearby cogs, hopefully finishing the job.

Isaac decided he may fancy using his sword now finally and places one blade on either side of him, ripping them around in a spin, threatening to cut anything that would be in their path.

Swallowing his fear of the beast he had standing in front of him. And with no fear in his voice, he stood straight, staring down the thing in front of him

   “I am indeed human. But as I just demonstrated, everything can die. Come for me as you wish. You won’t kill me.”   

He said this as brave as he could, but try as he could; he couldn’t cover up all the fear in his body language. He took a step closer to the demon that was in front of him.

   “And if your “soldier” was comparable to you or whoever else you have, you won’t stand a chance. Hell, it may be better to try and get me to join you rather than kill me.”   

He said these last few words as sarcastically as he could muster under the circumstances. He was still trying to cover up his fear. And it was obvious

Edited by Icyheights on Apr 2nd 2019 at 5:45:28 PM