The Aureate Emperors eyes narrowed somewhat at the bloody mess the black combatant had left of the white combatant. How very disappointing, it'd have liked to have seen more from both of these two warriors. A pity that only half of this desire would be granted.
The Aureate Emperor raised it's hand, speaking in a voice that carried over everything without having to overly raise it-as one would develop when one is in a position of power over others. "Return the combatant to their cell" it said authoritatively "Let the next fight commence!"
((Heheh, my turn. Hope that's okay ^_^))
The Colosseum!
The Colosseum!
The girl looked up sighing. "So much for freedom oh well" She said taking her weapons with her as she was drug back to her cell once more to let the next fight commence. she wouldn't know what happened next but she knew she would wait...Wait and heal in due time till her next match up.
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The Colosseum!
WHITE COMBATANT!
"Out of yer cell, it's time to fight."
"Fight?" he thought, head pounding. The dull throb kept his eyes forced shut, thinking the voice a mere figment of a dream. What had happened? Why did he hurt so? Last night, the day before that even, neither surfaced with any memories other than light and shadows, and blurred figures.
He slowly became aware he was being moved.
Moved somewhere, though he couldn't tell. All he knew at the moment was the firm hold on his neck, and the feel of shifting dirt on his lower half. He was being dragged. Opening his eyes slowly, the combatant hazarded sight. Through a deep haze, he could make out a long hall, dark and earth like. Was he in a cavern? Underground?
The voice buzzed on, now talking about Gladiators.... and dying? That couldn't be right. Who would possibly want to watch sapient creatures kill for sport? As the Golem continued on, now cursing the tunnels and the void of space, the Combatant tried to clear his mind.
The rules of the game were apparently simple. He was here to entertain some sort of monstrous people, by killing whoever stood on the opposite side of the arena. If he won, he might go free. If he lost, he went to a... Meathouse? He wasn't exactly sure what was about.
Besides, if he was going there, he would be long dead, so really... he needn't worry himself.
"So win 'r lose I'll be seein' y'again soon enuff, hurr." The voice spoke one last time, then wound back, throwing his temporary companion into the fray.
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The Combatant hit the dirt, hard. Through clearing, but still blurry vision, he could see above him were rows clearly meant for an audience. Though, only three figures seemed to be watching. The One, at the center, was draped in the most luxurious of materials, gleaming with symbols of wealth, A figure coated in such awe, the Combatant had to wonder if he may even be an immortal.
It didn't matter, the figure thought, collecting himself for whatever await next. Sure enough, the golden being seemed to narrow in on him, booming directly to the fighter one word.
"Fight."
... And with that, Coolpikaaa turned to face his opponent.
((Surprise!))
"Out of yer cell, it's time to fight."
"Fight?" he thought, head pounding. The dull throb kept his eyes forced shut, thinking the voice a mere figment of a dream. What had happened? Why did he hurt so? Last night, the day before that even, neither surfaced with any memories other than light and shadows, and blurred figures.
He slowly became aware he was being moved.
Moved somewhere, though he couldn't tell. All he knew at the moment was the firm hold on his neck, and the feel of shifting dirt on his lower half. He was being dragged. Opening his eyes slowly, the combatant hazarded sight. Through a deep haze, he could make out a long hall, dark and earth like. Was he in a cavern? Underground?
The voice buzzed on, now talking about Gladiators.... and dying? That couldn't be right. Who would possibly want to watch sapient creatures kill for sport? As the Golem continued on, now cursing the tunnels and the void of space, the Combatant tried to clear his mind.
The rules of the game were apparently simple. He was here to entertain some sort of monstrous people, by killing whoever stood on the opposite side of the arena. If he won, he might go free. If he lost, he went to a... Meathouse? He wasn't exactly sure what was about.
Besides, if he was going there, he would be long dead, so really... he needn't worry himself.
"So win 'r lose I'll be seein' y'again soon enuff, hurr." The voice spoke one last time, then wound back, throwing his temporary companion into the fray.
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The Combatant hit the dirt, hard. Through clearing, but still blurry vision, he could see above him were rows clearly meant for an audience. Though, only three figures seemed to be watching. The One, at the center, was draped in the most luxurious of materials, gleaming with symbols of wealth, A figure coated in such awe, the Combatant had to wonder if he may even be an immortal.
It didn't matter, the figure thought, collecting himself for whatever await next. Sure enough, the golden being seemed to narrow in on him, booming directly to the fighter one word.
"Fight."
... And with that, Coolpikaaa turned to face his opponent.
((Surprise!))
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The Colosseum!
((Since this is Non-Canon then I presume my particular character should suffer no ill effects within the canon universe))
Black Combatant
Laur was revealed to be the dually unfortunate victim of the cruel captors that prevailed in this brutal battlefield, her piercing gaze sweeping over the arena and the one whom was to be her opponent here. Laurs bright blue eyes widened noticeably.
Coolpikaaa?
Surely not.
There was no denying it, however, even if she fervently wished this was yet another trick played upon her by her mind, it was not. There, facing her, stood one of the inestimable heroes of Blackstar, the wondrous realm she had come to call home. The fates were most certainly cruel.
But she could not afford to let sentiment ruin her chances in this Collosseum, there could only be the one winner here, so Laur resolved not to hold back. The womans eyes withheld their shock and Laurs expression assumed that of one determined gaze, Laur held up her hand, and raised her voice enough that it rang across the field to her opponent.
Coolpikaaa.
"Though these unfortunate circumstances have been forced upon us I would let you know, you have my apologies and my condolences, either way the outcome is decided upon"
Black Combatant
Laur was revealed to be the dually unfortunate victim of the cruel captors that prevailed in this brutal battlefield, her piercing gaze sweeping over the arena and the one whom was to be her opponent here. Laurs bright blue eyes widened noticeably.
Coolpikaaa?
Surely not.
There was no denying it, however, even if she fervently wished this was yet another trick played upon her by her mind, it was not. There, facing her, stood one of the inestimable heroes of Blackstar, the wondrous realm she had come to call home. The fates were most certainly cruel.
But she could not afford to let sentiment ruin her chances in this Collosseum, there could only be the one winner here, so Laur resolved not to hold back. The womans eyes withheld their shock and Laurs expression assumed that of one determined gaze, Laur held up her hand, and raised her voice enough that it rang across the field to her opponent.
Coolpikaaa.
"Though these unfortunate circumstances have been forced upon us I would let you know, you have my apologies and my condolences, either way the outcome is decided upon"
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The Colosseum!
The fates watched this match intently, feeling a twisted and malicious variety of glee for the fight that they had conspired to create. It felt like it had been an age since the last fight, and now they desired something a little more dramatic than a random warrior slaughtering a beast. After taking the time to savour this moment, the fates rolled their ethereal dice to decide what would become of the combatants.
2: White attacks, Black is grievously wounded.
The fates were pleased with this outcome; not so mild as to be boring, but not so brutal as to end the fight immediately.
((Wow, I never expected to see people RPing in here with their main characters! To avoid any chance of personal bias I decided to roll dice for this (people who want to try the same thing without having to look for actual dice can use this) - I'm really glad I didn't get a 1 or 6, or this would have ended much too quickly
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2: White attacks, Black is grievously wounded.
The fates were pleased with this outcome; not so mild as to be boring, but not so brutal as to end the fight immediately.
((Wow, I never expected to see people RPing in here with their main characters! To avoid any chance of personal bias I decided to roll dice for this (people who want to try the same thing without having to look for actual dice can use this) - I'm really glad I didn't get a 1 or 6, or this would have ended much too quickly
))
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Coolpikaaa
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The Colosseum!
Coolpikaaa assessed the woman he was meant to kill.
She stood across the arena, wide eyed though with a since of power, an odd look on her face. Recognition? It seemed as though the woman was perfectly aware of who Coolpikaaa was, though for some reason, the electric mouse could not recall ever meeting her in his life. He would surely have remembered that piercing gaze..
The mystery woman went on to speak, addressing the cruel hands of fate, and the fact that one of them wouldn't be leaving alive. A fact only in the woman's mind, maybe. There was always a way out, and Cp never did believe death was it.
"I don't know much about decided outcomes, Miss. But I do know that we were put here to give one amazing show, and that's what I plan on doing.'
Coolpikaaa began to spark, warming up for what was surely going to be a difficult battle. With the golden figure watching overhead, he assumed holding back was not an option in this case. That was fine with him. CP had no intention of underestimating an opponent he had never seen, especially one that accepted death would be the end of the fight.
But he wasn't going to kill. There was always other options, even if he needed to challenge the monarch himself.
Coolpikaaa dropped to all fours, a sudden determination taking hold of his face. He moved, running on all fours at the woman, gaining more and more speed until it just about looked like he was going to run right into his opponent.
He sprang, arcing upwards. Using the advantage of his now incredible speed he spun last minute, and hit the woman in the face with his tail.
It was a slap that sounded more like a crack.
It was perfect.
Coolpikaaa landed, kicking up a large amount of dust as he did. He wasn't done yet. The tail whip looked fancy, but the sting would wear off after a while. What he needed to do was incapacitate his opponent, an attack that could disable her fighting abilities. Something that could buy him time to think of a way out of this situation.
<big>"Kk<big>aa</big><big><big>aahh</big></big><big><big><big>hh!"</big></big></big></big>
Just as the dust had begun to settle, Coolpikaaa slammed both arms into the ground, and the arena disappeared behind blinding white light. Anyone watching might just have gone temporarily deaf by the boom that followed, and by the time the spots cleared from their eyes, they would see a panting electric rodent, standing exactly where he had been, and a collapsed woman laying behind him, with a hole scorched through her armor of choice.
She stood across the arena, wide eyed though with a since of power, an odd look on her face. Recognition? It seemed as though the woman was perfectly aware of who Coolpikaaa was, though for some reason, the electric mouse could not recall ever meeting her in his life. He would surely have remembered that piercing gaze..
The mystery woman went on to speak, addressing the cruel hands of fate, and the fact that one of them wouldn't be leaving alive. A fact only in the woman's mind, maybe. There was always a way out, and Cp never did believe death was it.
"I don't know much about decided outcomes, Miss. But I do know that we were put here to give one amazing show, and that's what I plan on doing.'
Coolpikaaa began to spark, warming up for what was surely going to be a difficult battle. With the golden figure watching overhead, he assumed holding back was not an option in this case. That was fine with him. CP had no intention of underestimating an opponent he had never seen, especially one that accepted death would be the end of the fight.
But he wasn't going to kill. There was always other options, even if he needed to challenge the monarch himself.
Coolpikaaa dropped to all fours, a sudden determination taking hold of his face. He moved, running on all fours at the woman, gaining more and more speed until it just about looked like he was going to run right into his opponent.
He sprang, arcing upwards. Using the advantage of his now incredible speed he spun last minute, and hit the woman in the face with his tail.
It was a slap that sounded more like a crack.
It was perfect.
Coolpikaaa landed, kicking up a large amount of dust as he did. He wasn't done yet. The tail whip looked fancy, but the sting would wear off after a while. What he needed to do was incapacitate his opponent, an attack that could disable her fighting abilities. Something that could buy him time to think of a way out of this situation.
<big>"Kk<big>aa</big><big><big>aahh</big></big><big><big><big>hh!"</big></big></big></big>
Just as the dust had begun to settle, Coolpikaaa slammed both arms into the ground, and the arena disappeared behind blinding white light. Anyone watching might just have gone temporarily deaf by the boom that followed, and by the time the spots cleared from their eyes, they would see a panting electric rodent, standing exactly where he had been, and a collapsed woman laying behind him, with a hole scorched through her armor of choice.
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The Colosseum!
Lsur possessed little enough time to blink once the miniscule hero had announced his intentions towards this brawl to beginning his particular attack, a run up that brought him exponentially closer to the Mutant. Nor did her arms reach their destination in time enough to offer any protection to her face, so CPs tail whip squarely made contact with her eyes, causing Laur to stumble backwards with the sheer momentum behind the impact.
Nor did she possess the time to regroup, for within moments of the relatively minimal attack the electric mouse proved himself to be just that, summoning a great force of lightning to strike her down. Laur would have released a scream but this attack robbed her of the ability to lend voice to her pain, as it also robbed her of the ability to stand, the Mutant collapsed onto the floor where she had once stood. There was a hole rent through her red clothing, of little use as a defence against electricity or indeed attacks of any kind. Once the dust settled it revealed scorched, exposed skin as black as the edges of the hole.
Laur remained lying upon the ground, grateful to simply remain breathing after that impact, reflecting that Coolpikaaa was deserving of his reputation. She was also using this tiny respite to evaluate her injuries. At this time she could barely move, the effect of the lightning that had so briefly coursed through her body, though she was aware that if not paralysed by this process she should still retain the ability to at least sit up. There were two things that were of much more pressing concern however. The first being that the audio accompanying his light show had caused a ringing within her ears that was at this point refusing to leave. It was highly likely this was a temporary setback from the loud boom that had been released, and should be restored at a later point.
The second, a tad more worrying to a being whom often relied upon line of sight for attacks appeared once she attempted to open her eyes, to her dismay, revealing that they were already open. All Laur was able to perceive was a world full of nothing but white, devoid of any features whatsoever.
She was blind.
Nor did she possess the time to regroup, for within moments of the relatively minimal attack the electric mouse proved himself to be just that, summoning a great force of lightning to strike her down. Laur would have released a scream but this attack robbed her of the ability to lend voice to her pain, as it also robbed her of the ability to stand, the Mutant collapsed onto the floor where she had once stood. There was a hole rent through her red clothing, of little use as a defence against electricity or indeed attacks of any kind. Once the dust settled it revealed scorched, exposed skin as black as the edges of the hole.
Laur remained lying upon the ground, grateful to simply remain breathing after that impact, reflecting that Coolpikaaa was deserving of his reputation. She was also using this tiny respite to evaluate her injuries. At this time she could barely move, the effect of the lightning that had so briefly coursed through her body, though she was aware that if not paralysed by this process she should still retain the ability to at least sit up. There were two things that were of much more pressing concern however. The first being that the audio accompanying his light show had caused a ringing within her ears that was at this point refusing to leave. It was highly likely this was a temporary setback from the loud boom that had been released, and should be restored at a later point.
The second, a tad more worrying to a being whom often relied upon line of sight for attacks appeared once she attempted to open her eyes, to her dismay, revealing that they were already open. All Laur was able to perceive was a world full of nothing but white, devoid of any features whatsoever.
She was blind.
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