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Round 2 - Blaire vs Blader
Topic Started: Oct 2 2009, 06:55 PM (1,208 Views)
Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader Oct 2 2009, 06:55 PM Post #1
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【The Knight of Tigers 】

 This thread is dedicated to the second round match up between the competitors listed in the title. You will have 2 weeks to compete however a generous gap of 1 week is allowed for a non posting period... if either competitor takes longer than 1 week to make a reply then their characters fate is instantly handed to their opponent and/or the judges and they will be declared the loser.

Begin with posts of your characters regaining consciousness and realizing that they are back in their natural bodies and retain all memories from the cafeteria.

P.S. If you were (lightly-highly) involved in the recent Cafeteria ruckus, please account for fatigue, not my fault, we gave the warning and now you get to play (sort of - semi) tired if you did.
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Oct 2 2009, 06:56 PM Post #2
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 “What is this, a carnival? Heh, maybe I can trap the judges in the dunking booth. That would be a riot.”

Those were the very words that went through Blaire’s mind as she felt herself slowly being pulled back to the Realm of the Living. The traffic of eerie carnival music drove into the Siberian Husky’s ear canals as she slowly regained consciousness. At first, the melody was pretty soft and gentle; certainly not something one would become deaf from. However...

“YAH! SHEESH, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?! WAKE THE DEAD!?” cried a very startled Blaire Fields as she leapt to her feet. The resonance of the music had changed abruptly into that of an ear-splitting, deafening, and vociferous tune, prompting the violet-furred canine to slam a paw over each ear in hopes that she could somehow salvage even a small amount of her hearing.

“Look here judges, wherever you might be!” the Mobian began, so distracted by the music that she didn’t notice the green gas that filled the area at first, somehow changing the pitch of her voice into a low, drawn-out timbre for those that listened long enough. “Do you realize that I am a dog?! A dog! You know what that means? It means I have better hearing then most other species! It also means I am more prone to deafness as the result of listening to extremely loud music! So if I were you, I’d turn the noise down! Because if I go deaf, I am so suing! Gah!”

“Whoa Blaire, calm down girl. Shouting’s not going to do you any good. Those judges don’t care about your overall well-being, lest your hearing!” she thought to herself, in an attempt to regain her usual composure. With a sigh, she brushed back those sensitive ears...

...And got a good look at the arena.

It was a circular field, its boundary around one-hundred and fifty feet, give or take a few inches. Blaire’s eyes turned upward to notice the ceiling, or seeming lack of one. But the Oakland Resistance Division Agent was most definitely not going to be fooled by the false gap in that amphitheatre. She had heard Timotheus tell her and the other competitors all about the field shortly before she passed out. Thus, she knew what would happen if she jumped a little too high; A major headache.

The Siberian Husky then brought her sights to the four gas-spewing holes on the top of the walls. Thick, green smoke filled the circumference of the arena, a generous amount reaching up to Blaire’s waist. Underneath the canine’s feet, she could feel some of the many grates that filled the stadium. And as she noticed the bulk of the gas never reached higher than her hips, she knew it would sink through the tiny holes littering the terrazzo. However, there was still a good amount of noxious haze that reached higher up on Blaire’s field of vision, the gas close in line with her eyes ever so slightly distorting her sight; things were a tiny bit blurry for the dog, but other than that, she could see just fine.

Little did she know that continual exposure to the gas would lower her good fortune…

However, Blaire had another thing to worry about right now; her opponent. She scanned the stadium, her eyes soon landing on the still-unconscious figure of Blader. How he managed to ignore the strident music that echoed through the place was beyond her. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the match itself, and the violet husky was determined to win it. With a slight smirk, she switched on her trusty Cyrokinetic Bangle, noticing it had reset itself while the Mobian was cataleptic. With just a passing glimpse of the crimson gauge. she then turned her attention to her Sapphire Blade. Her paws clutched the dark blue hilt and in one smooth motion she was holding the bladed weapon straight in front of her.

There was a slight snarl in her voice as she spoke to the downed creature that was her opponent. “I hope you like the taste of cold steal. Because that will be your main course for today.”

(Bangle Charge: 0%)
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Badx Oct 2 2009, 08:37 PM Post #3
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 Two young boys lounged in a meadow, one being Blader. The other was a slightly older light blue hedgehog, hair fashioned into one long spine in contrast to Blader’s two.
“See, I wish real life was like this, without all the hell and kidnapping and stuff.” Blader spoke to the hedgehog who simply gazed up at the featureless sky. After a moment of silence the hedgehog responded to what Blader had said.
“Yeah, this is pretty nice. You can’t stay here forever though, you know that, right?” The hedgehog’s words seemed to drain all the emotion from Blader’s face, the red boy simply staring sheepishly at the grass. Realizing he hadn’t intended to respond the hedgehog went on; “You’ve been out ever since the cafeteria fight and I think it’s about time you did something.” The hedgehog placed a hand on Blader’s shoulder, what he had expected to be warm and reassuring was instead vacant of any feeling whatsoever. Face now twisted into a scowl Blader rose up from the meadow, watching as it blurred from view.

Upon returning to the waking world Blader’s first priority was to scan the arena, a large cylinder it seemed. While any effect the music would have had on him was lost, Blader had quickly taken notice of the copious amounts of gas that were billowing into the surrounding area.
Boy, it’s a good thing I’m not retarded or I might not think to avoid breathing this stuff in. Sweeping a gloved hand across his face he smiled, being careful to avoid opening his mouth. I’ve already got this one in the bag, natch.. Blader preformed another quick scan of the arena to locate his opponent, and to his surprise the only other occupant of the gas chamber he could find turned out to be a single lavender colored dog. The features synonymous with Blaire Fields, Siberian Husky and unsurprisingly the only female within a twenty-five mile radius of Blader and his fellow male competitors. After a moment of connecting the dots in his head he had come to the logical conclusion.

“HA!” The sudden realization that the husky was meant to be his opponent caused Blader to unintentionally laugh. Quickly clenching his mouth shut he attempted to do his damnedest to avoid lapsing into a giggling husk on the arena floor. The Siberian girl’s my opponent? My god, this tournament couldn’t be any better if the judges were constantly giving me blowjobs in between matches!. Now that he was certain that he was already on his way to the next round, Blader sought to insure that the gas could be disposed of should it begin to effect him in some way. Feeling the need to be subtle he clenched his stomach in faux pain, tumbling out of sight and in to the green miasma that was steadily settling on the floor. Vision impaired beyond all measure Blader had no choice but to resort to feeling around in order to discover what the arena floor was composed of. Initially hoping that it would be at least some form of dirt he found the fact that it was instead a fairly large grate to be much more of an asset. Natch. Digging into his pocket Blader pulled out five of his previously labeled “gag bullets” and slipped them in between the grating. After making sure that the fit wouldn’t be too big he returned his attention to Blaire.

Previously Blader had shown a sign of weakness, and presuming that Blaire must have blind-sided the blue hedgehog in a moment of vulnerability he was certain that in the time it took to lay out his endorsement she would already be within spitting distance of his easily sliceable throat.
Alright, if the judges wanna make this a ride down easy street that’s fine with me. Reaching into his pockets Blader retrieved the two jet black guns he had used to handicap Vas in the previous round, and, aiming in the direction he assumed he last saw Blaire, unleashed a flurry of bullets with hopes they would dismember her in the same manner they had his previous opponent.

[Ammo Count: 20/30]
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HollyYoshiPosted Image Oct 3 2009, 11:38 AM Post #4
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 A smug grin stretched across Blaire’s muzzle, caused by the sight of her now-cognizant foe trying his hardest to keep from breaking into a fit of laughter. And as the Siberian Husky crossed those fur-covered arms of hers, the words she spoke flowed off her tongue like lemonade being poured into a pitcher.

“May I ask what’s so funny? Could it be that you’ve never fought a girl before? Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Blaire said as she shook her head with every ‘tsk’, those azure eyes of hers concealed by lilac eyelids. “Now isn’t that just a total loss, eh?”

During this little speech, Blaire’s head had been down, jet black nose facing puce boots. However, in a single swift motion, the dog’s cranium snapped up, and her previously shut eyes suddenly opened…

…Only to discover that Blader had vanished.

Now, one would have to be two hands short of an analog clock not to realize that the red creature was hidden by the green miasma. Blaire of course, did not fall into this category. As for why her opponent had taken a dive into the gas, the canine wondered if he had already passed out from the profuse amount of rancid fog. Or was there another reason Blader was inside?

“I wonder if he’s planning a sneak attack of sorts.”

At that moment, Blaire became fully alert. If that creature wanted to perform a surprise attack, the dog would not make it easy for him. “Show yourself, wherever, or whoever you are. You aren’t going to get past me, a skilled agent of The Oakland Resistance Division.”

The purple-furred Mobian held her sword out to the side, the tip pointing forward. The cutting edge of the metallic blue blade faced off to the side. This was so that if Blader tried to strike, Blaire could duck, spring back up, whirl around, and hopefully catch her opponent somewhere in the torso. At the same time, her ears twitched back and forth. She only hoped she would be able hear Blader coming with that loud cavalcade music echoing throughout the cylindrical gas chamber.

At long last her opponent reappeared; right where he had been before.

This confused the dog a bit. First off, the creature had not given into a coughing fit. In fact, he did not look worse for the wear at all. “Odd…” Blaire thought, soon taking notice of the jet black guns her opponent was pulling out.

Suddenly, a hailstorm of bullets was fired in the Siberian Husky’s general direction. Blaire twisted her body to the side, the first projectile whizzing past her; an easy enough dodge. For the next four shots of ammunition, she employed a different strategy. Her reflexes working well for her, she swiftly brought her sword to the front of her body. With fast –attacking jerks of her wrist, she used the blade of her saber to deflect those bullets.

In one abrupt motion, Blaire sprang into the air and jerked her body backwards. One smooth arc of travel later and the canine’s gloved paws hit the grated floor. For but a brief moment those two hands were planted on the terrazzo, as Blaire pushed off with her arms, forming a second backhand vault. This trick was repeated once more, and as a result, the dog managed to dodge four more bullets.

At last Blaire’s boots hit the floor. However, as she stood up, the Mobian felt a sharp stinging sensation on the side of her neck. As she reached up to gingerly feel the painful area, she realized that it was one of the areas of her body that had received a burn during the past ruckus in the café.

“Talk about a delayed reaction!” the Siberian Husky said to herself, cringing slightly from the pain as she wondered why the sting had come upon her just now.

She almost didn’t see it coming.

Blaire had thought that she had dodged all the bullets fired at her. But let’s perform a quick mathematical calculation to make sure, shall we? First, she dodged one projectile by twisting her body to the side. Then, she used her Sapphire Blade to deflect four more of the rounds. Finally, she used a trio of backhand vaults to evade another four bullets, for a total of nine avoided.

And Blader had fired ten.

Although she knew it wasn’t a good idea, she did it anyway; that bullet coming at her like a missile would a targeted country, Blaire ducked. The projectile missed any vital parts, yet that didn’t stop it from nicking the tip of the violet Mobian’s ear. When she realized the immediate danger had passed, the dog, slowly straightening her posture, examined her ear. And as those fingers touched a moist area on the tip, she uttered the first thing that came to her mind in regards to the situation.

“Argh, haven’t my ears been through enough torture already?”

She soon turned her attention back to the match at hand. Her paw tightly wrapped around the hilt of her Sapphire Blade, Blaire sprinted towards Blader. As she ran, she became aware of something quite odd. It seemed as though her opponent’s body had stretched slightly, like a rubber band. It wasn’t a big difference, but it was still noticeable.

But the Siberian Husky didn’t ponder on this sight any further. No, she remained focused on the battle, soon reaching Blader. And in one swift motion, she slashed her saber in a wide arc, aiming for the creature’s chest. “Let’s see how ya like that!”

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Badx Oct 3 2009, 09:05 PM Post #5
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 As the ocean blue blade came barreling down at Blader there was only one option, dodge, and it took every fiber of his being to avoid doing so. Instead the crazed adolescent moved ever so slightly out of reach, avoiding any critical damage but still receiving a deep cut across the chest. The red rectangle that added very little to the overall blandness of his all black shirt was sliced in half as the blade ran across his body, drawing blood that was quickly lost to the fog. For one reason or another, seeing the rectangle on his shirt defiled seemed to make Blader visibly angry, anger that was soon replaced by the desire for bitter revenge.

Since he still preferred to avoid inhaling any of the noxious fumes, Blader decided to taunt Blaire in more of a psychological way, To do so he looked dead into her eyes as he pocketed one of the two firearms and drove his fingers into the gash she had made. Ensuring that his face showed not even the slightest bit of emotion to reflect the pain he felt from stabbing himself with his own hand.
Once he had pulled out from the freshly inflicted wound Blader splattered the collected blood on to the grating behind Blaire, and at that moment, felt a new sensation come over him not unlike the one he had experienced when he was supposed to dodge but didn't. The urge to breathe.

While a simple gulp of air would have sufficed, Blader felt rather proud of himself at the moment, believing he deserved to at least get a word in after having unintentionally tricked his opponent. With the bullets he had set into place earlier now doused in blood, and the ominous green clouds of what he assumed to be poison enveloping the two like a particularly starved hippopotamus attempting to devour them both, he couldn't have felt anymore confident than he had at that very moment.

In the time it took for the arrangement of miniature explosives to send his opponent plummeting into the depths of nothing or the gas to take its toll, Blader was sure he could get the last word in. It had to be short and witty, somehow relating to the canine herself and to their current dilemma. Their souls were already being kept in an urn on the judge's mantle, so it was a safe bet that the losers would suffer eternal damnation. Taking that information and running with it Blader uttered these last words;
"I hope it's cold enough in hell for ya."

Nailed it. He thought as he heard the distinctive bang of one his bullets, the only problem being was that the sound hadn't originated from the grating inches from Blaire's feet. It had come from a stray bullet that had just barely nicked the husky's ear, collecting a small amount of blood in the process. Eventually the water in the blood had the same effect Blader had intended it to have on his pitfall trap. Seeing the lavender mutt still among the living, yet hearing confirmation that something had exploded baffled the boy, and in his brief state of disbelief he took another unintentional gulp of air.

"How the hell-" It was a small gulp, as the sound of metal being twisted by a massive release of energy was quickly followed by another, this time it was much closer and much, much louder. Such a large blast at such a close range rang through the hairs on Blader's head that he had set in place to represent ears, and by some sort of deep-seated delusion he could feel his brain nearly split in two from the noise it generated. As the sound of the blast nearly destroyed Blader's non-existent eardrums, the force from the explosion pushed the gas towards the outer regions of the arena, and due to the arrangement of the detonators it had blown a manhole sized pit into the grates.

Stray scraps of metal were jettisoned in every which way imaginable, a fair bit dropping into whatever lay below the two combatants. In this display of a plan gone horribly awry yet oh so right Blader gave himself a congratulatory pat on the back. Damn I'm good... he thought to himself over the maddening ringing in his ears, psychological deafness was the least of his worries however. All the demonesque creature happened to be concerned about was his opponent's eventual plunge into defeat, and he still had one last part to play in it.

Overcoming the noise, Blader had begun to slowly reach out to Blaire with a sly grin. Anything more and he was sure that she would dodge in the same manner she had his bullet barrage earlier, and that would have been too much. All he needed her to do was take two steps backwards, two steps into the grave that he had fashioned for her out of bullets and blood. While he hadn't planned on be any less cruel to his next opponents, Blader considered this proper retribution for having the rectangle on his shirt damaged.
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 “Direct hit,” Blaire muttered through clenched teeth, a smug grin of satisfaction on her visage. Her hack and slash attack had succeeded in putting a deep gash across Blader’s chest. Blood slowly dripped from the wound like a tiny crimson cascade, vanishing as it trickled into the rancid green miasma below.

However, her opponent’s reaction to having a long cut across the upper part of his body was a little unexpected. Instead of even uttering a grunt of pain, Blader instead stabbed his fingers straight into the wound. All the while, not even the slightest amount of emotion was present in the creature’s face as he gazed directly into Blaire’s blue eyes.

The Siberian Husky simply raised an eyebrow at this unusual demonstration, paws planted firmly on her hips. “Hmm, so you can take a little pain, I see? However, aren’t you being a tad reckless? What with you sticking your fingers into your wound, I mean. That will only serve to make it worse. But,” the violet candid began, shrugging her shoulders. “If you want to make things easier for me that’s your choice.”

The dog then noticed how Blader flicked his now free fingers, sending a bit of blood splattering behind her. But Blaire didn’t think much of that, having no idea of the trap her opponent had set for her. She did, however, catch the demonic creature’s next words;

I hope it’s cold enough in hell for ya.

“So he’s been doing his homework, I see. He knows about my species love of chilly weather,” the dog thought to herself, tapping her left temple in thought. She tried to think of a clever comeback line, one that would fit Blader like a glove. Then the idea came to her, like a metaphorical, and somewhat cliché, light bulb switching itself on in her mind. Unfortunately for the O.R.D Agent, the words floating around in her head never got a chance to leave her lips.

The sound of an explosion caused the purple-furred Mobian to whirl around in surprise. She had no idea that there was anything that violate in the arena and yet there obviously was. “Okay, what the heck was-“

Like a chainsaw would the limb of a tree, something cut off Blaire’s statement. What was it, you ask? Why, a second explosion, this one closer to the two fighters. Much closer. In fact, it was a simple miracle that Blaire didn’t get blown off her feet, or killed by explosive dismemberment. Of course, there was still the shrapnel to contend with. Jagged, rusty metal rained down on both competitors, the pieces that missed them giving off a small clink when they hit the grated terrazzo.

Blaire tried her best to dodge as many steel shards in that maelstrom of shrapnel as she could, by twisting her body this way and that. However, with the way it was scattered around, the purple-furred Siberian Husky could not avoid every single piece of falling metal that came her way. A few landed on top of her, causing a few nicks to litter her body as the serrated steel slid down her skin. One of them even hit a burned area, only adding to the stinging pain she felt.

When the last piece of grated shrapnel had hit the ground, Blaire could focus her attention back on Blader. A look of perplexity suddenly materialized itself on the dog’s face. This abrupt gaze of confusion was the direct result of her opponent now sporting a very slight blue hue. That, coupled with him being stretched out a little bit more, would be enough to throw anybody off their game.

But the candid didn’t have time to ponder why her foe had begun to turn into a blue rubber band. For at that moment, a grinning Blader extended his arm out. Why, Blaire didn’t know for sure. All she knew was that she needed to retaliate, should her adversary try to punch or grab her. Thus, with a characteristic smirk, the violet-furred Mobian ducked underneath the outstretched limb. With great swiftness she came back up, and decided to feint an Uppercut Slash. When she thought she had distracted her opponent, she then moved in for a diagonal cut to Blader’s torso.

“If he even thinks he’s going to win, he’s got another thing coming,” the dog thought after finishing up her attack. Regardless of whether or not her previous maneuver did any damage, the Siberian Husky felt confident that she would win this match. And as the earsplitting roar of the crowd reached her ears, Blaire managed to ignore its sheer volume long enough to give a little wave in their direction. In her last battle, she and Sebastian had received a barrage of boos. This time however, the multitudes of creatures in the audience were becoming a bit on the satisfied side. They believed that this time, they wouldn’t be disappointed.

“And I’m just warming up! Or should I say…” the husky started to mused, and she took a moment to glance at the rising gauge of her Cyrokinetic Bangle. “Cooling down.”

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Badx Oct 4 2009, 01:24 PM Post #7
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 Aw hell, I should have just pushed her... The time for remorse was slim as Blader had just launched Blaire into an unintentional counterattack, one that he was fully unprepared for. Seeing the husky attempting to slice his body in two caused Blader to violently jerk his body to the side, unaware that what Blaire had actually planned to do was deliver another slash to his chest. The blade once again made direct contact, only this time it had been much deeper than before, leaving a gash that ran adjacent to the one she had put upon him earlier.

Having been sliced through several veins the blood was flowing, running down the boy's stomach and making an undistinguishable stain on the bottom half of his shirt. Despite the considerable amount of damage he had just taken Blader was more concerned with the fact that the second cut had torn his rectangle to shreds, and grabbing at the pieces of red cloth that had once made up a geometric shape the red creature was fuming. Convinced that the husky was intentionally desecrating his attire Blader lost it.


"How...DARE you!?" Blader screamed at the very top of his lungs, drawing the crowd's attention to himself and replacing their savage blood-lust with quiet curiosity. Pocketing the other withdrawn gun Blader continued with his tirade in the name of the insignificant rectangle. "What, you think I can just go buy that at the f***ing store!?" Stomping off to the far end of the arena he continued to hold off the match in order to convey just how insulted he had felt over what Blaire had just done. "I can't believe this, first they pit me against this chick and then she goes and embarrass me in front of a bunch of guys who could very well be my f***ing cousins!"

Plucking a bit of shrapnel from his shin and tossing it aside, Blader then retrieved five bullets from out of his pocket. His figure outlined by the dense green fog that had begun making its way back center stage the now furious creatured held the abnormal ammo in between his fingers, waving it inches in front of his own face as he carried on with his tangent. "Y'now what, fine, I don't even care if I breath in whatever the hell this is anymore, can't even smell the shit anyways, probably incense...but that doesn't matter, what does matter is you. As for you..." One by one he popped each bullet into his mouth, each one making a noticable pop as they passed through his lips.

After a moment of shuffling the ammo around his mouth Blader grinned, each bullet tucked neatly in-between his teeth. "I promised these assholes a show and goddamn it all, they are gonna get a show." Puckering his lips the red monster began spitting the bullets back out into the arena, and as each bullet hit the grating they each consecutively hissed in the manner that these bullets do.
"Dance b*tch." While normally he'd love the fact that his insult was in context Blader was too hell bent on seeing his irritating opponent blown into pieces.

Oddly enough, as he awaited the symphony of explosions, he could plainly see the battlefield skew, but chalking it up to the lightheadedness he was feeling from blood loss he returned his attention solely to Blaire. As he had hoped the bullets had begun their selfdestruction, the green gas that had just managed to once again encompass all of the arena was puncutured by four explosions of average intensity, the force of which had managed to slightly dent the grating, though not to anyone's advantage. Within Blader's mouth he could feel the sizzle of silver metal igniting, quickly spitting out the remaining bullet he had kept lodged within the space between his cheek and teeth.

The fifth bullet had detonated in mid-spit, obscuring Blaire from his sight and vice-versa. Seeing as the smokescreen was intentional on his part, the first thing that actually was in this match, he took hold of the window of opportunity and leapt onto the wall behind him. Bounding off of the rusted red metal for support Blader then propelled himself over the explosion's reach. Knowing that any area that was absent of fog couldn't possibly hold Blaire, due to the fact they had previously occupied an explosion, Blader redrew his guns, releasing from them a volley of bullets whose destination happened to be the least of his concerns.

The demented individual had simply picked out which areas were still engulfed in the miasma and made due with that. While still hanging above the arena floor the strange feeling once again returned, the arena beaneath him stretched into the horizon that it was now making for itself, turning what was at first a ten feet drop into a thirty foot plunge. This abonormal occurence sparked a battle in Blader's mind, one of fear and rage, and allowing himself to believe that rage had won out in the end he awaited his return to land. Even if one of his bullets had managed to connect with Blaire, the enraged devil boy had already decided. He was going to end this dog. With his own hands if necessary.

[Ammo Count: 5/30]
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 “BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! KILL! KILL! KILL! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!”

The audience roared that chant with great enthusiasm. Cleary, they were becoming impressed with Blaire’s sword-fighting expertise. They gawked at the way the Siberian Husky swung the metallic blue saber known as the Sapphire Blade with great finesse. Soon, the crowd had become alive with cheers, Blaire being the topic of most. Of course, that’s not to say that Blader didn’t get his own little fan clubs. After all, there were many that enjoyed the demonic creature’s crazed disposition in this tournament.

Ah yes, things were going pretty good for Blaire. Not necessarily ‘great’, per say, but well enough, considering the circumstances of course. Both of the Siberian Husky’s attacks had hit home and it looked like this would be a fairly easy triumph for the dog.

However, things began to get sour very fast.

It all started when Blader, his torn shirt tight in his grasped, suddenly cried out. Like a flame being extinguished from a candle wick, the roar of the crowd immediately died down. They and Blaire watched as the creature hiked over to the furthest part of the cylindrical amphitheater in total ire. During his trudge, Blader decided to get a few words in edgewise.

“So let me get this straight,” Blaire began, her head turned slightly to the left, right eye squinted as she listened to her adversary’s rant. “You’re getting into a rage over a shirt? Make that a square sewn onto a shirt. My, my, my, how utterly pathetic. You do realize that you can always buy another shirt, do you?” the canine queried. By now, Blader’s figure had almost been consumed by the fog. “It’s not like you’re wearing an expense tuxedo made out of the finest materials money can buy, after all.”

“Heh, I certainly don’t get that upset when someone spills my chocolate mints all over the place.”

Soon the Mobian’s foe reappeared, his bullets held in-between his fingers. Now, one would assume that Blader would load one or both of his guns with those unique projectiles, right? Well, that was not the case this time. Instead of inserting his ammo into a firearm, the creature placed them directly into his mouth.

“What is that guy trying to do? Give himself lead poisoning, or something?” Blaire pondered, cringing at the sound of those pops reaching her ear canals. Not only were they loud, but this time, the pitch was uncharacteristically high for a noise of that category. “So wait, now ya wanna get Cancer, or something? Boy, you are crazed!”

Blader suddenly spat out four of those bullets, each of them hitting the grate with a sharp and shrill sizzle. The violet-furred Siberian Husky looked on in confusion, wondering why the projectiles weren’t aimed right at her. See soon got her answer in the form of a set of explosions.

Dance b*tch.

As soon as those words reached her violet ears did the bullets detonate. Blaire felt herself being lifted off her feet from the force of the blasts, the dark green gas, being blown into her face. The canine choked and wheezed as the noxious fumes seeped into her mouth and nostrils.

“If I survive this match, I’m probably going to need a whole pack of mints afterwards.”

Somehow, the strength of the blasts, though not above the norm, was enough to caused the Siberian Husky to flip over. Thus, when she landed, it was face first. Blaire slammed down onto that floor with such force that she would have actually ended up getting her nose stuck inside one of the grates, had they been large enough!

And it was extremely fortunate for Blaire that they weren’t.

With a low moan, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent managed to pull herself up. And as she straightened out her posture, she heard the telltale sounds of bullets. Or at least she thought they were bullets when they got close enough for her to see them over the haze. Melting bullets, that is. The canine had to do a double take to make sure that she wasn’t fooling herself. It didn’t help. Through Blaire’s eyes, the projectiles still looked like they had been cooked over a campfire.

Although the dog was quite curious about this strange incidence, she knew that taking a moment to brood over it might very well mean her death. Acting fast, she performed a graceful backhand vault, dodging one of the bullets with ease. All the while, six of the ten rounds Blader had fired had been expelled from the pair of guns with such low accuracy, that they couldn’t even touch the dog. But the seventh was a completely different story.

Blaire saw the round as it came, once again noticing the liquidly look it had taken one. In a burst of adrenaline, the Mobain tried to sidestep out of the bullet’s path. Only instead of the round hitting the metal grate with a small, or in this case most likely loud clank, it grazed her shoulder. In the process, a part of the canine’s skin was scrapped off her arm. Blaire winced in pain, but before the bullet could hit the ground, she rushed towards were she thought Blader could be, wielding her Sapphire Blade.

As she ran, she almost failed to take notice of another bullet. She barely had enough time to avoid getting an major damage from the round, but the projectile did leave an abrasion on her shoulder. “Argh…and everything was going so good!” Blaire shouted as she continued running.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

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 Whether Blaire had managed to avoid his sloppy marksmanship was of little concern to Blader, what did preoccupy his mind was the speed at which he was plummeting towards the ground. The battleground that was at first yards away seemed to either be closing in on him at insane speeds or pulling him in with incredible force, and either way it felt as if the impact would have left him a stain on the arena floor. In reality the descent was a play on his perception from the gas that he had willingly inhaled not too long ago, and yet the fall felt all too real to the devil boy
No no no no no no! He thought as the drop intensified to send him to his presumed death, and while repeatedly thinking “No” wouldn’t have made sufficient last words that had hardly mattered. Once he hit the grating he was perfectly alive, he was gasping for air amongst the dense fog but he was still alive. Unable to find even the slightest bit of oxygen beneath the gas, for the next few seconds Blader breathed nothing but the hallucinogenic fumes. Finally managing to rise to his feet the combatant found himself still lacking a decent amount of fresh air, his mind suffocating under the dense fog he inhaled. After he had collected the minimum amount of oxygen necessary to function Blader could practically feel pure air rush into his brain, this wasn't a sign of recovery however, things were about to get weird.

The green fog began taking on new hues, changing color in tune with his heartbeat. The carnival music that Blader had previously managed to tune out was coming in at low pitches that followed slightly behind the changing colors. The room began to sway like a pendulum, nearly sending the teen tumbling back to the floor. Amidst this sudden outburst of color that even managed to affect the tint of his hair the technicolor devil boy was completely lost within a rainbow arena.
“I think I’ve just lost the rest of my mind…” Stumbling about the arena as the iridescent clouds commenced glowing with a faint light that hadn’t done anything to help his current predicament in the least, Blader managed to catch sight of Blaire charging towards him with intentions to continue the brawl. Unable to think of any other explanation for the sudden change in atmosphere he piled the blame upon the husky. “What did you do to me?”

Groggily eyeing the dog as she made her way towards him caused the adolescent to recall his earlier rage, and coaxing himself back into full alertness he gripped the handle of his weaponry to prepare for eventual close quarters combat. Despite the fact that at least one of his guns had five bullets remaining he insisted on clumsily rushing Blaire, one gun raised in the air and the other one set in place to counter any slashes should the need arise. Swinging the barrel of his designated offensive weapon down in an arc reminiscent of how the Siberian girl had inflicted her first scar on him, he became completely lost in the moment. he followed up his initial strike with several more, lapsing into a manic flail. Left in a twisted harmonious world by the fumes, he had begun full on ranting to himself regardless of who could here.

“I’m gonna bash your skull in like I did my last opponent, like I’m gonna do to every damn opponent after you! I don’t even know what the hell’s going on anymore, either you’re mindf**king me or these fumes are straight up cannabis! I just know that the last thing I said was that I was gonna beat the ever loving shit out of you and that’s what I’m gonna do!” Immersed in a world of light and sound only he could see Blader began attacking in lazy lunges, after each one taking the time out to take in another breath of the toxic gas that was now taking part in his irrational hatred of the purple coated Mobian.
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 "What on Mobius is going on here?"

Those words scrolled through Blaire's mind like those of the credits at the end of a major motion picture. All throughout the match, the Siberian Husky's vision had been playing tricks on her, courtesy of that toxic miasma. Objects had begun to stretch, hues had started to change, and just recently the canine had to dodge a group of ‘liquefied bullets’. The changes had been minor at first, but they were gradually becoming more and more noticeable.

At first, Blaire brushed this off, thinking that Blader had an elastic body and was able to change color. However, when she saw that previous set of bullets coming after her, each projectile looking like it had recently traveled through a volcano, then she knew something was seriously wrong with her eyesight.

But it wasn’t just those cobalt blues that had been affected by the green gas swirling throughout the arena. The canine’s hearing had taken quite a toll as well. The wraithlike carnival music that resonated all throughout the battlefield had started off easy on the ears. However, the tone of that haunting melody had graduated in the blink of an eye to eardrum-shattering levels.

Not only had that, but the pitch of everything began to change, getting higher and higher. Blader almost sounded like he had swallowed a small amount of helium with how high a pitch he seemed to speak to Blaire;

What did you do to me?

Through hazy eyes, the dog saw that demonic teen, his ‘rubber’ body having since gained an even bluer hue that before. In addition, bits and pieces of the creature had begun to swirl around like an invisible ladle stirring metaphorical cake batter. And it was that sight that caused a snarl to erupt from Blaire’s throat.

“What did I do to you? What did you do to me?!” the dog shouted with some degree of exhaustion, brought on by those dreadful explosions. “Everything looks and sounds like-“

With a quick gasp, Blaire immediately halted her charge. The Siberian Husky pawed at her throat, eyes displaying almost inclusive incredulity. The gas was affecting her voice! “Ugh, I sound like the small, feral versions of Chester’s species !” she mused, the face of her Chipmunk friend now etched firmly in her mind.

“Whoa Blaire, focus on the battle!” she told herself, her mind switching back to the fight at hand. Blader was coming for her, running in a bit of a gauche fashion. Seeing this, the purple-furred Mobian brought her Sapphire Blade up to her face in preparation to deflect any bullets that came after her.

However, she wasn’t ready for what came next.

Whether caused by bloodthirsty rage, or a side effect of the deleterious fog, Blaire did not know, though she expected the former. What she did know, was that Blader had gone mad. And by mad, it was in the most demented, insane sense of the word. The creature swung one of his guns at the Siberian Husky, catching her smack-dab in the stomach. Blaire let out a grunt of pain before clutching her abdomen. She fell to her knees, panting in weariness.

Unfortunately, Blader was not yet finished with her. The red creature followed up with a barrage of several more strikes, each swung overflowing with complete and total psychosis. The strikes had neither control nor focus, and that was what saved Blaire from getting her brains smashed in. For unlike the demonic teenager, the violet-coated candid had remained at least somewhat composed throughout the match. And as she countered with several hacks and slashes, Blaire remained focused on her opponent, even as she was getting pelted with a gun barrel.

She had to stay in control, because allowing herself to lose her temper and attack wildly wouldn’t help matters much. No, she would stay focused, and win the battle as a result. “No matter what happens, I will not allow you to win. Nothing’s going to stop me from defeating you. Nothing.”

Soon, Blader had begun to lunge at Blaire. However, these pounces were languid and fortunately easy for the weary husky to dodge. Could it be that the red creature was on the fence between continuing the battle and giving up? Only time would tell.

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 "Why, won't, you, die!?" Blader half yelled, half screamed as he attempted to tackle his target, going in for yet another lunge. Mid-way through the manic creature had stopped, having completely drained himself for the time being. This brief moment of tranquility allowed him to look himself over and realize the extent to which he had been attacked. Three freshly cut gashes adorned his chest, one two minor to seep blood but the other two freely flowing. An arrangement of nicks and wounds ran down his arm and up to his shoulder, where a deep cut lay. The end of one of his two hair spines was sliced off, ending abruptly with burgandy fur now instead of a bright red tip.

Dabbling his fingers in to one of the scars Blader examined the crimson substance that poured from his body. Seemingly in a state of shock he dropped the guns he had been using as blunt objects and reached into the open gashes again, smearing his hands with his own blood. Unlike before, this hadn't been done to initiate a surprise attack, the blood that poured from the openings in Blader's skin had looked to him like they had just been vomited up by a Care Bear. The liquid shifted about in his hands, its nausea inducing colors reflected in the outer iris of his eyes.

Suddenly, like a virus the color sprang from the blood to every corner of the room, whatecer it splashed spread the disease to anything it could touch as well. Within moments the entire chamber was an indescribable mass of color, not even the gas could be made out from within the tube. In certain areas the color would bubble before quickly sinking back in to place, and towards the center of the room there was a swirling vortex of the liquid rainbow. This phenomena was caused by the pit Blader had blown into the floor at the start of the match, as the gas settled over the hole there was a prominent indentation in the coulds where they dropped in higher quantities to the disposal grounds below.

Physically sick the devil boy wobbled about the floor, his madness stifled by his nausea. His senses completely dulled Blader tripped over his own two feet several times before finally he failed to catch himself. Smacking into the grating once more and yet refusing to pull himself up.
"I don't think I want to do this anymore...I'm tired..." Though the only other person around was Blaire, he had lost sight of her a long time ago, whoever he was speaking to seemed to be entirely in his head. "I know if I give up they'll kill me, but I'm so tired...I know I just said that..." Whatever he had been told next seemed to annoy Blader as he quickly retorted. "I don't see you doing anything to help..."

For awhile the boy said nothing, simply laying under the dense fog as his blood dripped through the grates. Then without a word he grasped at the remains of his shirt, ripping them into cloth of various lengths. Placing the longest of scraps into his deepest of cuts to impede on the blood loss he carried on with his imaginary conversation. "There, now what were you saying?" As he listened to whoever he thought was on the other end of his mind Blader failed to realize that he had left Blaire to her own devices, and while his hearing had partially returned the only thing it picked up was irritating carnival music.
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 Blaire took a step backwards as Blader lunged at her and she held her Sapphire Blade in front of her face. This was done so she could block the lunge. However, she never had a chance to do such a thing. For the red creature that was her current opponent had suddenly ceased his attack and had decided to look over the wounds the dog had inflicted upon him.

While Blader was performing self-examination, Blaire too had begun to look over herself. Several bruises lined her body, the direct result of being pounded with a gun. Blood from shrapnel cuts and bullet wounds slowly trickled down, staining her clothes. And the burns from before the match continued to sting. While her injuries weren’t near as bad as Blader’s, the canine had still taken a bit of damage. Now, she was beginning to get a little unsure of how long she would last in this fight. She would likely be able to take at least a few more hits from her foe’s firearm, but it there was another explosion, her luck might run out.

At the sound of a strident, shrill clank, Blaire’s attention was diverted from herself to Blader. In surprise, the red teenager had suddenly dropped his guns. Through eyes that had been rapidly affected by the gas, the canine barely managed to make out her opponent. Some sort of viscous substance adorned the demon creature’s body, which Blaire mused as blood.

Soon, the dog watched as Blader stumbled around as if intoxicated, the crazed adolescent falling to the floor soon after. As the miasma slowly buried the demonic individual, Blaire managed to catch bits and pieces of a conversation he was having with himself.

I don’t think I want to do this anymore…I’m tired…

“So are you conceding the match?” Blaire questioned, tilted her head to one side. The dog soon returned her fur-covered cranium to center when a sudden bout of queasiness hit her. “What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so…weird?”

I know if I give up they’ll kill me, but I’m so tired…

“Then, what do you want to do? I don’t plan to give up until one of us is defeated, but…” Another wave of nausea washed over her, breaking her declaration mid-sentence. The canine slowly fell to her hands and knees and began to sway back and forth. “I’m beginning to think I had a few too many mints in the cafeteria…gee, never thought a sentence like that would go through my mind…”

All the while, the cylindrical battlefield continued to distort. The walls, made of rust-lined steel and untidy glass, were melting like ice cubes on a summer day. The gas, and everything else, had become bluer than any other color of the rainbow. And Blader continued to stretch and swirl until he was almost unrecognizable. And that music! That haunting tune played over and over and the gas made it sound almost like a dog whistle. Which was quite fitting, seeing as how one of the combatants was, in fact, of the canine persuasion.

“Oh my gosh…I don’t feel so swell…But if I give up…Come on Blaire! Fight it! Fight it!” the Siberian Husky mentally coached herself, having a good idea of what would happen should she loose.

“I will win! I must!”

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 With what may have been the only moment of peace and quiet since he and his fellow competitors were kidnapped Blader had the chance to sort everything out in his twisted mind. The music now back in full force made little difference, it had been drowned out by his own thoughts, and growing tired of the constant shifting colors of the arena the red boy had closed his eyes. It was only him and whoever's voice he was hearing. Speaking of said voice, whatever it was telling Blader was throwing him into a completely different mindset, almost as if it wasn't entirely sane itself. It probably wasn't.

"Yeah, I know..." His words dripped with rising anger, for the red boy had started another round of the blame game within his head. The only difference being that this time around Blaire was not an unwilling participant, the demon like teen was directing his manic rage towards the judges for the first time around, possibly the only people who actually deserved it. Reminding himself of how his first opponent had just happened to be a centaur the boy had quite a history with and how moments before their transportation to hell the judges had bragged about their ability to read their thoughts.

Putting two possibly unrelated tidbits of information together Blader had concluded that he had been deliberately matched up against Vas. From there one dot had connected after the other, the descending platforms, the imprisoned souls and now the toxic gas. In his head it all added up to the judges deliberately trying to kill him. Even though at first he hadn't minded the kidnapping to hell and in fact planned on rather enjoying killing his fellow competitors with wild abandon, Blader need something to unleash his wrath upon, and the judges seemed all too willing.

Of course he hadn't forgotten about the sentimental shape Blaire had defiled, but this revelation required his utmost attention and he was sure that they'd understand. The desire for utter destruction burned once more with the only obstacle being that the judges were currently out of reach, and it was likely to would stay that way until someone had been declared champion of the tournament. With no one around to subject to his fury and Blader not being the type to accept stand-ins his anger had been set aside for when it'd be of most use, and as he now saw things in the same way he saw the cafeteria, a place of careless fun and entertainment, he acknowledged his current and future opponents the same way he acknowledged a passing stranger on the street. That is to say, fleetingly, with biting sarcasm.


Even with this shift in tactics and personality there still lay one problem, Blader was high as a kite and nearly drained of blood. Reluctant to face the swirling display of colors that awaited him the red boy kept his eyes clenched, and while watching the occasional squiggly line pass by he had an epiphany.
"Oh, noooo shit." The boy said to himself as if the revelation should have come sooner, slowly rising to his feet Blader took a deep breath in order to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to see. Upon glacing at the arena he experienced a brief taste of insanity personified.

Whatever the adolescent had gazed upon he wasn't willing to look any longer, within the nightmare cylinder Blader had managed to pick out what he assumed to be Blaire. The Siberian Husky also seemed to be out of it, enough evidence to jump to the clonclusion that the hallucinations were indeed a side effect of the gas and not some bizarre psychic ability his opponent had. Eyes once again closed Blader addressed the canine.
"I don't think we've been formally introduced, I'm Blader. I'm gonna kill you, but it's not as personal anymore. You're kind of in the way right now and I desperately need to get to the judges for some quid pro quo."

Though he was unsure if he could be heard over the now deafening music, the boy couldn't quite make out if the volume was a play on his senses not unlike what he had been seeing. Nevertheless he dug into his pockets to take hold of his weaponry, only to realize that the guns were mistakenly discarded a long time ago. Thinking on his feet Blader removed his belt, and grateful that it was never actually holding anything up whipped it off the ground to generate a metallic clang. Satisfied with how the makeshift whip sounded he spoke again, this time impatiently.
"Come on, close your eyes and get up. Sight's not doing you any good anyways, besides, you're a mutt, you've got sharp hearing and all that crap so just echolocate or something."

The fact that not too long ago he was feverishly trying to beat Blaire within an inch of her life didn't matter, the red boy had dismissed it as something natural like any insane individual would do. Taking one more look at the tufts of cloth that jutted from his body to retain blood, seeing the disrepair his body was in caused Blader to snark. "I hope you've got something besides that sword of yours, being cut up like this is getting annoying." Swinging the belt with his good arm the red boy prepared to engage his opponent with a second wind, and unfortunately he'd have to do it blind.
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 On wobbly legs Blaire rose, determined more then ever to win this match. The Siberian Husky soon turned to where she last saw Blader, who was also on his feet. Her vision now worse then ever, the dog failed to notice that the red creature’s eyes were currently closed. Therefore, she failed to realize she had gained another advantage over the demonic individual; she could still make out Blader, if just barely.

I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, I’m Blader. I’m gonna kill you, but it’s not as personal anymore. You’re kind of in the way right now and I desperately need to get to the judges for some quid pro quo.

“Heh, I doubt you’ll be able to defeat those judges with your insane mindset. This is one of those times when fighting fire with fire isn’t going to help,” Blaire insisted. “It’s going to take a calm mind to eliminate those pathetic individuals and I have just the collected composure one needs.”

A piercing clank nearly caused the dog to leap high in the air. Instead, she cringed at the sound and those gloved paws slammed over her poor, tormented ears. However, even the best earplugs in the world were not going to help keep Blaire from hearing Blader’s next words;

Come on, close your eyes and get up. Sight’s not doing you any good anyways, besides, you’re a mutt, you’ve got sharp hearing and all that crap so just echolocate or something.

You’re a mutt.

A mutt

“Oh, he’s so gonna pay for that.” Blaire thought, teeth bared in an irate smirk.

Few things in the world had the power to act as a catalyst for a raging Blaire. And Blader had unknowingly discovered one such method. For the Siberian Husky had always considered herself a purebred dog, a pedigreed Canis lupus familiaris. Neither of her parents had anything but husky blood coursing through their veins and Blaire was not adopted as a child. So when anyone called her a mutt, she would most likely get ticked off.

“Oh, you should not have done that.”

I hope you have something besides that sword of yours, being cut up like this is getting annoying.

That avowal only served to make the smirk on Blaire’s visage grow. “Oh yes, I do have another trick up my nonexistent sleeve. But in order to see it, you’ll have to hold out just a little while longer.”

Taking Blader’s challenge in consideration, the canine closed those eyes of hers. Besides, if that gas damaged her sight anymore, it wouldn’t matter if those cobalt blues were opened or not. The violet-furred Mobian would now have to rely on her other senses to defeat the demonic adolescent that was her current foe.

A sudden blow of pain reached Blaire’s left side. The blind-battle had begun. With some form of grace and skill, the O.R.D Agent swung that sword, hoping for at least a nick in Blader’s skin. Things were getting interesting.

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 Cold steel ran across Blader's cheek, having taken another hit from the sapphire blade. Losing the option to dodge meant that if the dog had chosen to decline his challenge she could have inflicted fatal stabs rather than slight cuts. Lacking any sort of piercing in his frontal lobe seemed to imply that the two were now fighting on equal footing, as equal as it could get when your opponent's species was known for acute hearing and you yourself had yet to realize that you didn't have ears.

Still, the recent addition to his collection of scars revealed one of the flaws of his improvised weaponry. The short length of the belt left him within range of Blaire's sword, and when going up against eachother the saber won out in terms of long term damage. Nevertheless he continued, taking into consideration where he had first felt the sword scar his face Blader shifted to side where he knew the violet canine wouldn't be able to catch him with a backswing.

The devilish creature then spun his belt like a fan, and as he moved it towards where he had last heard Blaire's voice the creature taunted her.
"All this time and you still can't do anything besides hack and slash?" Sticking his tongue out from in-between the fanged teeth in his mouth Blader laughed. "It's a wonder you weren't gutted alive in the first round."

While the trash talk was fun, it also had a hidden agenda. In order to keep tabs on where the husky was the red boy needed to keep her talking. It was disadvantageous to himself since in order to keep her talking he himself had give away his location, but it was all in order to bide time. As he slid his shoes across the metal grating the boy was in desperate search of his misplaced guns, while he kept the dog at bay by distracting her with whips and lashes the disturbed teen awaited the feel of heavy metal against his shoe.
In the meantime he'd have to keep the conversation going and hope the husky didn't get lucky and skewer his heart.
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