Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

As Baiken rushes off into the distance, the man's silhouette distorts in a black blotch... and turns into a gaunt, hooded man wearing a black fur cape and wearing a vile grin on his face◊.

Deceiver

She didn't require much convincing, it seems. Good, good. He was worried she would try to comfort him, or worst of all, touch him. But a nudge was all that was needed. She never needed more than a pretext. A warrior, through and through. This trait would serve him well. Soon, the boy would be alone.

—

As Baiken approaches, the steady breathing slows down, replaced by a single deep inhale, promptly followed by a booming female voice that reverberates across the cavern system as the water in the main chamber seems to start boiling. Oddly, Zenitsu's keen ears will not hear any of this, as if a blanket of impenetrable silence had fallen upon him.

Overwhelming Force (Fatebreaker)

"A child of man steps into the lair of a great wyrm, smelling of sweat and steel, of adrenaline and blood. And yet, the one smell that remains conspicuously missing is that of fear. If battle is what you seek, warrior, Altzaira the Swordmaster Dragon Lord shall grant you your wish, and your end."

Nicole leaps from the platform, staring in complete and utter disbelief at the absolute madness playing out before her.

"Aaaaaand now there's a million friggin' versions of me. You're probably loving this entire goddamn clusterfuck you set up, huh, Gor?"

Having had just about enough of this insanity, she spreads her dragon wings and takes to the air before firing a multitude of Arcane Beams into Garon's horde of monsters.

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jun 30th 2023 at 6:59:32 AM

"..."

Once she sees that its nearing midnight she yawns and just sort of... curls up on the couch. She doesn't even bother putting her controller away nighty nighty zzzzzzzzzzz

Rumia-Refia's remaining shadow hand lets go only to try and lunge out again, but she grabs it with her real hands and holds it back as she takes several deep breaths. Now that she knows the training blade just stings a bit, she's trying to calm down. Ironically, she's desperate to do so.

If not interrupted for a few seconds, she'll manage to get the shadow hand under control and have it curl around her to block attacks to her front.

"Oh, yeah, we should probably call it a night."

N picks up Ika and carries her off to the room that she has. It and Josie's are the only ones with swimming pools built into the rooms themselves, since they're cephalopods and all.

Baiken scoffs and pulls a tobacco pipe out of her sleeve. If Altzaira didn't already notice her missing right arm, she sure will now.

She uses her teeth to hold it while she takes out another device hidden in her sleeve to light it, then stashes the lighter and takes a puff. "I'm just a wanderer."

The Unfaltering Awakened Samurai speaks casually as if not staring down a goddamn dragon. With her left hand now free, she idly drums the hilt of her sword. "I saw the kid in yellow. He's like me. Japanese, I mean. We're a rare breed nowadays. So, you didn't happen to do anything to him..."

Her grip suddenly tightens around her hilt. "Did ya?"

Babey Mansion

"Good night!" Refia-Rumia says to N and yes even Iron Grumpy. She politely goes to brush her teeth first before going into "her" room. Once there she closes the door and remembers to leave some kind of note. She grabs some paper and starts writing on Refia's nightstand.

   "Hey Refia! I'm leaving this here to say it's me again, Rumia! I hope you're not messing up my room or anything since I made sure not to mess up yours this time. Your friends are nice and haven't noticed anything weird yet so I hope you like mine too! Maybe we should meet in person or something. I live in Estrol Estral Estrale Estraole, what about you? Then again you might have just figured out where my house is anyway... Oops. Haven't left your place ever so dunno where this is.   

She leaves a smiley face with fangs as her signature before going to sleep with the note face down on Refia's nightstand.

SDM

The training robot whips around at a rather inhuman speed, trying to flank Rumia-Refia from the side to slash at her again. If she tries to block it will then try to simply jump over the shadow arm to get at her.

The head and upper body of Altzaira emerges from the pool below to glare intensely at Baiken, showing the full scale of her gargantuan body, with teeth like bastard swords and silver scales like heavy plate.

"The origins of your kind don't matter to me. All I see is strength, and the child is strong. The child is swift. He went up against a kin of mine, and did more than just live to tell the tale. But his is not yet a warrior's will. He is yet soft, and it pains me to see a blade so well-shaped, but poorly tempered. So sharp, yet so easy to break. So it falls upon me to forge the boy into a man."

All good so far, but then, the words Baiken might be dreading to hear:

"Perhaps one day, once he is ready, truly ready, we will come to clash for real, his steel and my scale, and only one of us shall leave alive. For eons I have lived. Many clutches of whelps I have mothered, yet none have surpassed me yet. Would there not be a strange sort of beauty in meeting my end by a warrior of my own making?"

Edited by Arachnos on Jun 30th 2023 at 8:58:19 AM

bye bye

As N takes carries her to her room, Ika's eyes open and she pouts at him.

"You ship-wrecked my plan, de-geso... I was going to pretend to be asleep until she left... and then I was going to be player one de-geso..."

N chuckles and pats Ika on the back with the arm he's using to carry her. "Sure, but you really should get to sleep anyway."

   DON'T GET HIT   

The shadow arm transforms into a bubble around Rumia-Refia, blocking the robot's attacks from all directions as she tries to figure out a way to fight back without rendering it scrap.

"..."

Baiken closes her eye.

"So that's all it is to you. 'S funny, I used to be like that. Only interested in a fight to the death. The difference is, I was a kid out for revenge. I wasn't out to kill or die for the sake of a good battle."

"'Course, there's no difference between revenge and personal gratification. They're a path of life you walk, and all that matters is whether you hurt the people you meet along that path. But you don't care about matters of right and wrong, do you? The only meaning to your life is glorious battle."

And in a flash, her sword is drawn. "Well, I'll give you that battle."

Edited by KiriK on Jun 30th 2023 at 9:02:41 AM

A set of rune circles appear around the Dragon Lord, and in a flash, her form compresses into that of a woman in heavy plate armor.

"Let us take this outside, if it is all the same to you. If I unleash my full power here, it might collapse the cave and harm the boy."

About damn time, whispers a faint shape in the dark.

The knight bot circles around Rumia-Refia, like a stalking predator. It seems to be waiting for some kind of opening at first, until it suddenly charges again, leaping into the air and then plunging down sword first with a strike that has the blade noticeably more charged up.

Baiken shrugs and struts out of the cave. Her Miraidon is still "parked" outside, so she lifts its leash and barks, "Home."

Seeming to understand this, the strange robo-reptile bounds away into the mountains.

At last, Rumia-Refia dispels her barrier to try and intercept the plunging strike with a forward thrust of her hand, the darkness emerging as a lance-like extension to stab the robot before it reaches her.

If it fails, she'll probably get knocked down by the weight of the robot if not the plunging attack itself, but if it succeeds, she'll pull back the darkness in order to drop the robot - right into the path of a flying roundhouse kick!

"You have a companion, and yet you chose to dismiss it in favor of a one-on-one battle, even knowing who your opponent is? I like your guts, child of man. In honor of your bravery, I will let you have the first attack."

Altzaira pulls out her halberd, in the same shape as the tail of her dragon form, and strikes the butt end against the ground, causing it to quake in a display of her raw power.

"Now come at me with your full might."

The Mother Of War (Destruction of All Creation)

Mirror of the World

"Well, I'd sure hope I get a handicap," Baiken snarks.

She takes a step and pushes the right side of her body forward, launching what seems to be some kind of bauble on a rope out of her sleeve. It's actually a kabari, a big fishing lure!

If it hits, it'll suddenly wrap snugly around Altzaira's waist, but it won't actively reel either fighter in. Instead, once they do get closer on their own, it'll stop them from moving apart again until dislodged, effectively removing the need for spacing and footwork on either side. It automatically comes undone and returns to Baiken after about 5 seconds (or in roleplay terms at the end of Baiken's next turn).

Edited by KiriK on Jul 23rd 2023 at 12:42:34 PM

Nohr, Glacial Rift

Nohr

Pucci found himself visibly recoiled backwards, a stinging pain in his jaw making itself known, as Garon's swat sent Whitesnake flying away. As the Stand dissipated, the priest looked upon the scene from his “””””safe”””” spot, some dozen yards away. He lifted a hand to his bruised chin, watching in utter horror as copies of his allies rained down onto the scene, smashing together as if affected by    gravity    and crumbling into nonexistence—him included.

Corrin's command cut above other voices, and Pucci knew in an instant what'd need to be done—no matter the cost. He found himself unable to appreciate the return of Peppino, too laser-focused on the removal of this rain of explosive clones. Pucci considered his options, between Optimus and the Knightmare frame, deciding that the latter was suitably the best option for being considerably more subtle. The priest took Corrin’s arm and clambered onto the mech with his Stand’s arms holding on for deal life as they approached the dragon. He let his eyelids fall and whispered one last prayer, in the likely event that this final attempt failed.

His life was in the hands of Gor now.

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Glacial Rift

"Wish I could," Luin shook her head. "But no armor. Though…" The woman grinned and took ceramic makeshift grenades of her own—within which were the carefully collected poisonous barbs of a Rathian. "I can help in other ways."

Though she wouldn’t be battling directly, this didn't leave Sebastien to face the Giaprey alone. Behind the two, the Lunagaron let loose a mighty howl, a war declaration against the predators. Within the slightest idea of what "stealth" may be, she jumped overhead of Luin and Sebastien both to land atop the Popo corpse, immediately before performing a full spin with the aim of sending those three Giaprey flying.

Tropique - Below the Sith Academy

   "Ben and the Green Jedi are yet to be seen, we should move now."   

"You lack patience, Wrustoiz. Kroq-Gar can hold off the Imperials as he's already demonstrated."

Zeloai responds, pausing to glance behind him; he can sense their oncoming arrival. Smirking, he turns back to Wrustoiz.

"Our job is to take down Laxin and ensure this will never happen again."

Joshua◊ marches out of the nearby stolen tank the group has resided in, stomping toward Zeloai in a huff.

"You know they'll get out of those cuffs right?"

Zeloai nods, taking a contemplative expression.

"I trust this.. Starbird."

The spartan groans, facepalming into his helmet.

"Over allies you've known far before him?"

Wrustoiz elects to stay out of the debate, quietly grunting at the bickering. The Sith Lord turns to face the mountain they will be scaling to reach the academy, and after a deep breath, Wrustoiz leaps up to the first rock. Zeloai quickly turns, shouting up at Wrustoiz.

"Separating will do us no good Wrustoiz!"

He shouts, sounding like a disappointed parent. Wrustoiz ignores Zeloai and continues scaling the mountain, making swift progress as he leaps from rock to rock. The Sith Lord grunts and huffs as he ascends, his former master will not escape this time, no matter the cost.

Turning back to Joshua, Zeloai's retort is a simple one.

"We'll allow them the opportunity to explain themselves after all this is over, but for now, we can't take the risk that what this Starbird claims is true. Laxin could easily sway one of them against us."

Joshua recalls the last time he and Zeloai disagreed didn't end well for the group, so he stifled his anger and begrudgingly nodded. He raises a hand to his back to ensure his blaster cannon is secure, then scans the edges of his belts with a quick movement to ensure he's fully prepared.

"Alright, let's get moving then, the rest can catch up."

Zeloai pushes a hand toward Joshua to stop him from moving away, gesturing with his head toward the eastern trees. Joshua and Zeloai peer into the treeline, narrowing their eyes to pierce the foliage and see several people rapidly approaching.

"Perfect timing."

Sith Academy - Defense Against the Lizardmen

The besieged academy stands tall against its foreign attackers, several anti-air cannons raining fire on the enemy in the sky. Sith clash with Lizardmen on the landing pad, their crimson lightsabers against the more varied arsenal of their reptilian foes. While most of the defenders were Sith, a few war droids◊ rear up the back end of the defense, holding close to the entrance and firing from afar. The Imperials are clearly losing, fighting a losing battle to stall for their Emperor, who has just arrived. Two massive shadows overcast the landing pad and Laxin drops from the sky a moment later. The dark lord ignites his lightsaber, leveling it at the attackers.

   "Trandoshans?!"   

He demands an answer with his tone.

Sith Academy

A white streak in the sky draws near. It approaches from behind the mountain ridge, trying to stay out of the anti-air cannons' firing range, and frantically dodging shots whenever that's not possible. Once it's close enough, a man with a white armor, white hair, white moustache and a red scarf exits the spaceship's cockpit and stands on its hull while it's still in flight.

Super Sheriff has caught wind that there might be evil to fight here, and naturally, he couldn't pass on the opportunity.

"Don't worry, ladies!", he shouts from the helm. "Super Sheriff is in the house!"

From his pistol, he fires a tractor beam at one of the Sith. He jumps off, lets his ship fly away to safety, and just before the beam has pulled him completely to the ground, he interrupts it and fires a moderately strong shockwave, aiming to make himself some space.

Nohr

Ms. Thingies watches as the army of goo monsters and duplicates grows, with her attacks doing nothing against them.

She flies where the two girls are at.

Girls! Try to destroy the still-moving monsters! I'll try to stop Garon!

And with it, she materializes a giant, sticky hand, and whips it against Garon, trying to buy time for her allies.

Meanwhile, the two sisters open fire against the mud monsters.

Sith Academy

Rosa follows the group silently. She wonders where the others are...

Meanwhile...

The other two ITIEI agents (Bombuccia and Loinball) are lagging behind the group, since they arrived "fashionably" late.

Edited by BombonBombin on Jul 1st 2023 at 9:42:48 AM

Starbird seems to be content to leave the arguing over to the others, instead opting to follow the group and keep an eye out for any threats.

SDM

The robot gets skewered and kicked aside, tumbling as it lands near the console. It uses it as leverage to stand back up, despite the damage to its chest. Unfortunately it seems to have hit a button of some kind as a loud beep can be heard as it walks back towards Rumia-Refia.

Only to get crushed under something larger. What looks like a mobile stone gargoyle just dropped from above, evidently what had seemingly been just another gothic decoration was another mechanism. Though this one has magic circles visible on its body, unlike the knights.

It kicks aside what's left of the knight robot and snarls, not attacking yet but obviously preparing to.

Glacial Rift

The three Giaprey get tossed aside like the mooks they are, though recovering soon enough. They all snarl and hiss at the Lunagaron, circling around her before two leap at her at once from the sides. After a moment of pause the third one also leaps at her from whatever direction the Lunagaron ends up facing away from, in a coordinated attempt to overwhelm her.

Meanwhile the other two let out startled cries, at first looking ready to assist the other three before one of them stumbles from two crossbow bolts sticking themselves into its side. They turn around and angrily growl at Luin and Sebastien. The one that got hit charges at Sebastien while the second goes after Luin, aiming to leap onto her when it closes in.

Astil

Nitori returns with some equipment she starts setting up around Malzeno's unconscious form.

"We're in my workshop, duh." she says flatly to the four explorers. "Normally I don't let any visitors in but normally I'm not a dragon's doctor either."

"If you have any healing magic or something then make yourselves useful with that." she says, sounding totally very friendly to both Morph Moth and the explorers. "Or help me check his vitals, then again I'm not sure what passes for normal on flying leech infested dragons. But hey, beats letting him just lie around on the floor."

Astil, Nitori's workshop

The four explorers look among themselves.

Well, we aren't doctors, but... We'll try to help you.

Maxi takes from the group backpack four pairs of gloves (not latex ones, but for gardening, mind you), and they start to touch all around the dragon, checking for vital signs.

Sith Academy

Alarms blare. The clashing of lightsabers and more primitive weaponry all around her. Screams as Sith and Lizardman alike fall in combat.

Amidst the chaos, one trainee swung her weapon with all the panic of a rookie with all the experience of one—that is to say, not much. She managed to cut down a Skink, her crimson blade slicing through the creature diagonally once it lowered its shield to attack. She had only a brief moment to let out some kind of mix between a surprised gasp and a nervous laugh before a greater force plowed into her and slammed her to the landing pad's floor. Lorelai looked up to see a massive Saurian towering over her, the scaled warrior lifting its obsidian-edged macuahuitl with the intent of erasing her from the face of the earth. The Pureblood Sith's hand reached for the lightsaber that had clattered away while the other shot out in front of her face, as if to somehow protect her from the oncoming attack. Fortunately, this endeavor would prove unnecessary when red-colored blasted bolts struck against the Lizardman's hide, the first few only serving to distract the beast and the next few against its head taking it out.

As the gargantuan body tumbled down to the earth with a thud that shook the very floor upon which Lorelai lay, her eyes zipped to the war droid that had saved her life just in time for it to be overpowered by a Skink swarm clambered onto the machine and forcing it to the ground. The woman returned to her feet and picked up her unignited weapon with a gaze that scanned the battlefield for an skirmish within which she could insert herself, continue to do her part in saving the Academy.

It was then that her sight fell upon the dark lord Laxin, he who she had looked up to as a shining example of the Dark Side's power all her life, only a brief few feet away.

"Uh—not quite, Lord Laxin! They're…Something different, I think! J-Just the Arena, am I right?" Among the carnage, a less than sensible joke clumsily tumbled from her lips following a response to his more than likely rhetorical exclamation. Lorelai felt herself starstruck, producing a nervous and high-pitched laugh.

How had things escalated this poorly, this fast? It was just moments ago she had walked these hallways, enjoying her off-time between training sessions. She couldn't help but wonder if 2V was still inside the academy, as opposed to battling a fight within which he would be easily destroyed. She hoped 2V was still inside the academy, as opposed to battling a fight within which he would be easily destroyed.

Edited by ISZATSO on Jul 1st 2023 at 12:22:10 PM

Morph Moth - Astil

Morph Moth lets the four explorers handle Malzeno for now. For some reason, she glances at a photo with her on a romantic date with Commander Yammark and smiles wistfully. Even when far away, both Reploids are always together.

Concerned, Morph Moth asks, "Will the d-dragon be alright...?"

Edited by josh6243 on Jul 1st 2023 at 9:53:03 AM

Beach

Mark just nods and continues staring back at Nick.

"Feels better losing with all the options than winning while holding back"

Amy goes on ahead of the two still staring at each other and for Sarah and Reiss to begin the countdown. Putting her fingers together as she gets ready to water whistle.

"So! On your mark, get set...

She waits for a moment before blowing into her finger, letting out a warbling noise and-

Go!"

Despite the high chance of being in a complete disadvantage against Sarah, Reiss' hardwired ladies first mentality gets the best of him for Sarah to go first. But if she doesn't make the first move there's just an awkward pause afterwards before he gets to speeding.

Hub Centralis — Piovre

"S-Sorry, they made a convincingly human robot so I could surrender myself early into my exile... Nearly worked but.." William awkwardly stammers here, trying to think of a way for this not to come off as strange as it already does. "Let's just say my gut feeling won. They were almost all wires inside."

"O-On the bright side that made them give up further development in the military's robotics and cybernetics division for a century or two. But uh... It should show what kind of country's... after me."

At any rate Green doesn't even stop attacking despite the obvious incoming attack, only to be sent flying to one of the platforms once again. Taking a moment before getting back up. she's reinvigorated by the attack. Her bloodied yet crusty wounds contrasting her even wider smile. Before she could charge in back to unga and bunga SZ, it begins to fucking retreat and expand. Her crown shocks herself again and she begins to rush for the portal at lightning speed.

Not wasting time Green just begins a bee line for Siamo Zero in the new place she found herself in, with a wave of lightning bolts that'll zoom right past her and for the funny giant circle before she comes in with her own aerial haymaker.

TINTREACH IOLRA

Green's body begins to glow a green aura made from the unfaltering delusions about herself being the strongest (Mark is too twink!!!), it's purest form of magic she can subconsciously conjure that gives her power boost only limited by what she thinks looks strong.

Edited by BoniniBanana on Jul 2nd 2023 at 2:05:51 AM

Rumia-Refia stumbles back in surprise at the big beast of a robot before her.

Fear once again gets the better of her. The demon in a youkai's body is paralyzed by the sight.

SDM

The gargoyle golem then charges and attempts to fucking command grab Rumia-Refia, if successful it will then slam her into the ground before tossing her at the wall. It's not pulling its punches as much as the last opponent.

Astil

"Well..." Nitori huffs, looking at the results she got (which will likely match what the others got because I asked Kirik :3c ). "Well I'm not really a doctor and I'm not sure what he's supposed to look like under the hood but uh... his bones don't look very strong for someone his size. Not to mention his muscles too. And I don't think blood is supposed to look this color."