NPF Avatars 5 - The Big Come Down

[POS Industries]

Pedro, now more than a bit tipsy, watched the tournament with keen interest. He was pleased that his dervish of death and mayhem was whirling along so nicely. Pressing the intercom button again, he called out over the PA system.

"Say, Krylo.... You've got red on you!"

[Melfice]

Melfice had still been running towards WizardCat when he noticed his opponent had been... well, not there at all, really. Mentally, at least, it seemed. No honour in attacking a foe that does not respond at all.

Interested in the the effects of the ring he was given, Melfice began to look at it intently. He was trying to find a trigger, or something to make it work, but it seemed to not work that way.

"How does this thing work? I know what it does, but..." He thought about it for a while.

Hmm... "ACTIVATE!" Guess not...
"WORK!" Not that either...
"Go, go, go!" Hey, don't look at me like that!
"... nah. Couldn't be THAT lame." He considered it though.
"... heart?" With the gem of the ring aimed at himself, it began to glow brightly.

A moment later, Melfice -wandering around the arena while trying to find the trigger for the ring- found himself severely confused about how he felt, and was stumbling around, trying to gain a hold of his emotions once more.

Sadly, when he DID find his normal ways again, he found himself in the entrance gates to the grand coliseum.

Just mere moments later, he was sitting next to Nikose in the spa, soaking wet, with all his clothes still on him.

[TheBlindMime]

The burst of smoke from high atop the brawling bears back was annoying at the least. It blocked the view of Pheonixbot brutalizing the beleaguered mod from the entire left side of the stadium and while everyone was quite polite, it smelled to high heaven. A distinctive smell like a skunk on a bad day grilling asparagus or a man being lit on fire for the second time today and unfortunately due to the giant dome to protect everyone outside the ring that smell wasn't going anywhere.

As the smoke dispersed however it revealed a man everyone gave up for dead after the last 70 posts, or if you don't want to break the fourth wall... as soon as he stepped into the ring. Mostly cause he had little charisma, this had nothing to do with his lack of sight... or powers. Despite it being the same man however, few fans recognized him. Most turned there attention back to the other sections of the battle then spend the time admiring the stoic figure.

He now wore a blue yukata with spiraling clouds covering it from top to bottom, with a giant white rope tied into a knot on his back. He flexed his toes back and forth for a moment admiring the freedom his new geta allowed him and then realized the smell that was far too pungent to be ignored for more then a moment. He clasped his hand over his nose, just beneath the headband that covered his eyes, "Ugh," He spoke, quite uncharacteristicly of a mime.

Realizing the taboo he moved his head up and spoke louder, "I swear it was the bear." Yep, he sure was using those new powers efficiently and hoped to the gods(GM) that he wouldn't be made into a ham sandwich for this.

Though there was a good chance he would be.

Ignoring this he leapt away, landing atop one of the many remaining boxes, as his wooden sandals clacked across the box the sound within made him quite curious. He leaned down and tapped the box three times.

Yeah, he'd be damned by the gods(GM) at this rate.

[Red Mage Black]

(I may actually be able to post for this...)

Black scanned the arena after already having downed his first encountered foe. "That was boring and a little too easy." Black jetted a circle around the arena to look for an opponent. He couldn't decide who he wanted to attack first, each was in their own battle. "C'mon you guys, give me something better to do."

Black kept an eye on Rhiya and TBM who either just finished someone off or was almost oblivious as to what was going on. He kept Latis in hand, this time transforming her into a shield in case they noticed he was there.

[Incendius]

((Damm you for not using Incendius and making my search for things involving me easy! Bah, now I need to put 'Cendy' into my search!))

Out of the eighteen threads still connected to his mind, Incendius found one still focused on him, if in a somewhat round about way. I think its time I do something more substantial here. Even as Incendius twanged the mind thread, which would hopefully pull Pyros' attention over to himself, he used his mental powers to clean off his robes from the soot and scratches that Pyros' prior attacks had caused. Better to cement his image as vain for any who were watching.

You're a strange one you know that Pyros? God's usually have convoluted thought patterns, but I've not yet felt a god have their mind split unwillingly, and then having the two minds battle each other instead of attempting reconciliation. Incendius sent a thought transmigration over to Pyros that managed to sound withdrawn; Incendius always said something along these lines when they went to family reunions, and Pyros never listened.

Normally, I think I would just attempt to redirect your attention to someone else, but... I do remember how you ruined my Bar Mitsvah (10000 years ago) when I was still bound to my body and emotions. Ynow that was supposed to be a great moment in my life, and you ruined it! Of course it lead to me being a near godlike creation here today, but some things are unforgivable. The spectre of my former emotions is telling my to attack you, and I think I'm going to give in! Incendius sent, though the message lost a lot of its force as it was toneless and and calm.

The good thing about your thoughts is that they are so incredibly unique, it makes it supremely easy to focus in on you. Oh, and, I have a present for you, courtesy to Rhiya for allowing it to happen. You can thank me and/or her later. Incendius sent, concluding some part of the standard pre battle dialogs and set ups. What exactly Incendius meant, was about to become abundantly clear. Split off from the merry chase of Fenris, Rhiya's two claw weapons came racing at Pyros' back. One blade of Chaos, one blade of not Chaos. Incendius wondered what injecting Pyros with not chaos would do, but it probably wouldn't be pretty; secretly he also doubted that the chaos claw would do any more then tickle Pyros. Chaos did seem to be his native element.

[Bailey]

Red and Blue, intent on attacking Arhra, didn't notice Mesden until she had already flung a large number of pebbles at them at high speeds.

Being pelted like that, they of course immediately bruised up quite a bit.

Blue, thinking a bit more clearly than Red, used this damage to activate Overdrive, and dove under a box at high speeds, much as Green had.

Red, however, was under the sad impression that this situation could be gotten out of with a simple casting of Penultima.

As the necessary energies gathered, Mesden was already clutching Red's neck, and then Red lost focus and cast the spell... with himself as the focal point, Mesden holding onto him, and Arhra a short distance away.


The results were quick but messy, and by the time it was over Red had died.


Fortunately for him, Keyman was packing a relife gem, which meant that rather than being a splattered mess, he could now bow deeply to Arhra and Mesden and walk calmly out of the ring and wait for Blue and Green to finish up.

[Mesden]

"Blasted hiding little..." and several curses followed in her annoyance of the retreating Newbs, but she loathed spending so much time on just one target. Her body and the dragon spirit separated, no longer needing the enhanced speed and strain that came with it.

Her eerie vision scanned over the arena once more...to find a completely idle wizard with a gun a bit too large for his own good. Sensing the opportunity to take her hand in overly volatile weaponry, Mesden brought herself over to the seemingly stunned into a coma wizard and relieved him of the gun he was most likely unable to wield.

She quickly hoisted the excessively large gun on her her shoulder and took sight on the several targets in the ring that were generally oblivious to her actions thus far. "Ahhh, robot..." she mused, watching as the P-Bot made rather long work of the overly endurable immortal and taking her time aiming before firing BANG. 1 shot. BANG. 2 shots towards the odd vessel. She wasn't done yet as she fired another 2 rounds towards...Raiden of course! Stupid Raiden.

For her unknown final 2 shots, she took notice of the floating black manteau and shrugged before firing at him as well. As she turned to aim towards Rhiya and fire, the empty firing mechanism sounds of a finished starship cannon ended her long range fun, and with a shrug, she said, "You can have it back." before throwing the hefty cannon towards the star struck wizard...her strength and the weight of the gun slipping her mind as the weapon struck the poor caster's body with a nasty cracking noise.

"Oops...Oh well."

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Strangely enough, Wrath's rage faded, and she once again regained the form of a large, angry dragon.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't TOO much of an improvement from the previous form, but now Rhiya's taken it upon herself to stick the skull onto one of the many horns on her head as some sort of gruesome trophy. It was slick with blood, which ran down her snout and dripped down onto the ground, making her terrifying visage even more frightening.

(RFS - 53, dropping)
Rhiya's fury was lowering, but now, she thought the fighting was getting more interesting. So angry or not, the gigantic chaos-diamond dragon started rampaging anew with heightened enthusiasm.

[Arhra]

Newb, getting jumped by Mesden, immediately took evasive maneuveurs, pulling out an escape rope. Arhra wasn't sure how that worked, seeing that they were neither in a cave or a building, but whatever.

"Oh, silly Newb," Arhra said softly, sweeping her weapon in the direction the red arrow at the side of the screen indicated. "You can not hide from me." It disappeared when she turned far enough to bring him back on screen, red weapon lock still bracketing him and green lock closing in again. The blue Newb she was targetting and the red Newb were charging straight at her, from across the arena.

"What, somehow knowing I'm aiming at him? Why that's a little unfair, isn't it?" Arhra said to herself. It wasn't hard to lock on - he was headed right for her. The two green cross-hairs finally lined up, linking together and flashing.

Secondary Lock Accquired

A trio of blue wedges appeared, the status screen indicating this final target lock would make it virtually impossible to miss. Arhra got to centering their inwardly spiralling path on the blue Keyman with gusto.

Mesden leapt into the frame, bombarding the pair with pebbles. Arhra cursed as she had to jerk her weapon to follow the blue Newb, who was taking evasive action from the goddess, leaping under a nearby box. Arhra tracked her target, centering on the box. Her auspex showed the Newb inside, and the blue target indicators closed. They framed Newb neatly, a spining ring of blue symbols appearing.

Tertiary Lock Accquired

"You're too late." Arhra murmured, with a low chuckle. She squeezed the trigger lovingly.

FOOM!

A spike of ghostly pale blue flame erupted from the end of the KSR 9000, disappearing after a meter or so, Arhra bracing against the recoil. The bullet had already disappeared into whatever weird dimension it travelled through on the way to its target. It would reappear very close to Newb, and even if it somehow missed him in such an enclosed space, its payload would detonate on reaching the target space. While the detonation - a brilliant ball of killiness - would hang around for several seconds, it was only about the size of a tennis ball. That's why it also generated a short ranged gravimetric implosion, to pull any people feeling dodgy in.

Arhra wondered if it was wrong to love an inanimate object.

OOC: If you'd like a break-down, the primary lock only tracks the target and gives a bit of aiming help, the secondary lock is greatly improved autoaim and the tertiary lock is "You're boned." Oh, and since the target lock tracks position, Arhra would know if the Newb had somehow left the box.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

As Raven darted around the closed thread, she noticed something that piqued her interest. It was joy, that which empowered her. And there seemed to be an awful lot of it. She banked in its direction, rolling gratuitously through the air, until she saw her target.

Arhra! Very happy Arhra!

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Arhra!” Life was good. She was flying fast, there was a cute Arhra over there to hug, and there was a rampaging Manifest of Wrath behind her.

...rampaging Manifest of Wrath behind her?

Well, that just couldn’t be good. Raven moved, instead, to get across the arena, away from her terrifying anathema, and that was when she noticed something cuter than Arhra: the Über-Longsnake, looking sad and lonely. Unwanted!

Raven landed and hugged it. “Awwh, who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” she cooed as she petted its metallic body, and emitting a soft blue light of joy and contentment. It let out a hiss, more like a release of steam than a legitimate snake hiss, but it seemed happy enough. It slid around Raven and under her, lifting her up into the air on its cobra-esque hooded head.

“Now, Monty, let’s go hug someone!” Raven yelled happily, and the snake dove forward hitting low to the ground and slithering off, serpentine, under Raven’s manic direction.

(RJS - 39)

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Upon being abandoned by the cowardly ICs flight, Hawk had decided to take a more literal flight of his own. The battle was in full swing now, a few people were eliminated already and a shit load of wierd and wonderful magical, and some not so magical, effects were dramatically blowing the shit out of everything.

Above them all, seeing all, Hawk soared, looking for an opportunity to attack.

[PhoenixFlame]

As Phoenixbot weren't terribly doing anything at the moment, except shooting a rapidly ammo-less Krylo with a lightning gun in double ranged scan mode, an otherwise effective shot by Mesden was found to be lacking in sneakiness. Fortunately, plasma bolters traveled at speeds significantly below the speed of light (although significantly above the speed of sound!), giving Phoenixbot the additional .3 miliseconds she needed to get the hell out of the way.

Which was enough to give Krylo an opening to possibly survive her hellacious thunder-rifle onslaught.

[Red Mage Black]

Black darted the skies of the arena searching for a target. So far nothing really peeked his interest. He scouted Hawk for a few seconds before losing interest and catching Rhiya out of the corner. A dragon it seemed.

"I'll give them a little more grace time before heading in. What fun would it be unless I let them wear themselves out?"

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC saw his next opponent. The one that was flying around on his own version of jet boots looked like he was going to wait for an opening before making his move. IC decided that he was done waiting, it was time to make a move. Luckily for him, Rhiya was really big right now, being a dragon and all. Made a good platform.

So IC stealthily snuck onto her back, and waited. With the way RMB was flying around, it was just a matter of waiting for the right time. Which it so happened, was just as he turned his head away. IC wasn't dumb enough to jump to hard, just enough that he could catch him in mid-air. And if he didn't, well IC saw he should be able to land on the other side of the arena easily enough.

[TheBlindMime]

Kitsune-TBM stood atop the box still, he had been quite disappointed by the outcome of his knocking. Nothing knocked back. Then something caught his attention, that feeling of someone watching him. He hated that feeling.

He drew out his weapons of choice from his yukata, gripping it angrily in his hands. "You have made a mistake this day..." He took a few quick sniffs of the air, his new nose reading the scents around him, he found his target. He released his powerful grip from his weapon, it drifted down along the length of its string spinning beautifully. The pleasant sound of a yo-yo pleased TBM, he flicked his hand back up snapping the yo-yo back into his hands.

"Red Mage Black!" TBM hurled the yo-yo with a rage that knew no bounds. TBM hated lookie-loos.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Hawk was bored of waiting and he saw an opportunity to attack so decided to take it.

Shifting quickly into human form, he began to fall. He grabbed the Boomer and threw it hard at IC, quickly shifting back into cursed form as the ground rose up to meet him. With a swift sweep of his wings he launched himself back up into the air, transforming as he went, just in time to grab the returning Boomer. As he grabbed it he allowed its motion to pull him into a slight spin before launching it again, this time towards TBM.

Again he started to fall, but rather than transform, he instead unsheathed the Ascalon and transformed THAT instead, into its long halberd attack mode as he now forward flipped towards the earth again. With an almighty swing the blade struck the earth, deflecting Hawk back up and reverseing his spin. Again he caught the Boomer upon its return at the hight of his air and again he threw it, now aimed at Black.

Once more he leveled out in the air and once more he began to fall, but the Ascalon retracted back into his arm and Hawk changed back to Cursed form for a final time, falling into a dive and swooping low to the ground before sharply rising high again, firing off air blasts at the large chaos dragon of Rhiya as he went.

(OOC: No catching the Boomer this time guys, deflect, dodge, or get hit. Well, IC and TBM anyway, Black has free reign over it.)

[TheBlindMime]

There was a tiny silver bell hanging from TBM's rope belt and for no apparent reason it rang once. The yo-yo stopped in mid-air just before RMB, it jerked back suddenly whirring towards its master. But before it could return to his hands the bell began ringing frantically. TBM then did what came naturally to him, he fell.

The boomerhammer tore through the air above him, he would have watched it do this too had it not been for the fact he had used his face to cushion his landing. OH and he was blind too. Rubbing the feeling back into his mish-mashed face TBM realized he hadn't even noticed the bell that warned him of danger until he needed it. He also hoped no one would notice the character discrepancy for such a minor object. He was positive now that the gods(GM) would damn him for another discrepancy.

He could make no more mistakes, from this point forward it would be flawless moves only. He crossed his fingers and spoke a single word, "TRANSFORM!" The burst of stinking smoke and the pile of boxes around him concealed the new form, it was but only for a moment before he burst through the smoke his giant leathery wings spread. He was now a mix of red and black, he was also a dragon to boot. Not nearly as large or fearsome as Rhiya's chaos dragon but he was pretty scary, except for the mage hat on his head. Surprisingly there were tattoo's marked across the top and bottom of the not so mammoth dragons wings, depicting a chocobo that was sitting on his bum drooling.

TBM hurtled towards Hawk with his claws barred, hoping a certain group might catch the message that TBM wanted to do a combination attack upon their common enemy.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

While The-Dragon-Formely-Known-As-Mime, needed a bell to hear incoming attacks, Hawk needed only his enhanced hearing to tell him he had picked up a bogey on his tail. Dragon-Mime raced after Hawk in hot pursuit and Hawk, unable to shake his pursuer, suddenly changed direction and headed upwards.

Mime followed. Hawk climbed to as high as the new restrictive ceiling allowed, slowed and twisted, and fell back towards the onrushing Mime.

Now while it may appear that this was a suicide run on Hawks behalf, it should be noted that Hawk recently showed that he doesn't neccasarily need wings to stay airborne.

And so it was that a split second after his fall began, the Ascalon once more entered the battle, its blood-red crescent blade shining ever so brightly under the bright lights, as it descended upon the approaching dragon, with the clear intent to skewer him.

[POS Industries]

"One third of Keyman has been eliminated by death," Rei announced, teleporting Keyman Red away, "But he got better. Off to the spa!"

"Man, that is one chick who ain't got time to bleed," Pedro commented to Phoenix, grinning as he watched Mesden walk away from Red's penultima blast, "She's gonna be feeling that in the morning!"

Meanwhile, Arhra was taking another sniper shot and a puff of blue flame emerged from the nozzle of her rifle, followed shortly by a larger conflagration out of the back of the gun as it fell apart in her hands. Forging a gun from the forces of chaos may not have been the wisest move, and Arhra's burns were proof of it.

Moments later, as the massive energy cannon came crashing down toward him, Wizzle made an attempt to dodge as best be could, losing his footing and tumbled backward off the edge of the ring, hitting the black floor a few inches below.

"Wizzle has been eliminated by ring-out," Rei called out over the crowd as both cat wizard and A-HEPT vanished in separate flashes of light, "Enjoy your stay at our wonderful spa resort!"

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC ducked under the boomerang. Well, not really ducked under as he suddenly went low. Ends up he used his tail to give him some downward force, and went under the blow. The problem with that, is that it threw him off course with RMB, so he had to think of something else.

So he decided maybe he needed a mount. So he turned his tail and went falling down towards the arena. He was falling at an angle, and his target was in site. Of course, his target was the elephant, so it wasn't that hard to hit. He slammed into its side, sending it rolling across the arena, to where so happened being PF, AB, and krylo. That should be fun.

Now IC was facing the beat. "Okay bear, I'm gonna need your help. I'm going to kill Arhra, but with his crazy chaos magic, I'm going to need your help." IC pulled out a steak. Why he had a steak, well, thats a story in and of itself. He tossed it on the ground, letting the bear eat it. Then, after the bear had its meal, IC was upon it like it was a horse. He pointed the sword towards Arhra, and shouted "Charge!" Give the bear a somewhat gentle kick to get it to go forward.

[POS Industries]

Bear didn't care about no alliance, but he did catch the sent of gunpowder and lightly singed Arhra flesh, and so off the pair went, like some kinda crazy Bird-Ninja-Bear Cavalry.

Incidentally, that steak could have been better.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

Monty, the Über-Longsnake slithered quickly in front of IC and the bear, a surprising speed for a giant metal snake, to be sure, but snakes often had surprising speed. It continued in a semi-circle, halfway walling in the bear with its still-increasing girth before lifting its cobratic head to loom over the pair. Raven, still holding onto the back of Monty’s shiny head, had a huge grin plastered on her jet black face.

“Birdy!” she screamed, looking down at it. “Fuzzy! Hug hug hug!” She threw her arms into the air—hanging onto the snake only with her legs—and yelled playfully, like a girl on a roller coaster, as the snake half-dove down and around Inbred and the bear, to give them the “hug” of their lives.

(RJL - 58)

[Red Mage Black]

"Awww c'mon..." Black shouted, not getting to use his shield from the incoming attack. "I'd go into formation, but Nikose was eliminated... time to do this my way." The giant snake caught Black's attention, not only that but the rider on top.

Jetting behind Raven, Black placed his palm a few inches from her back. A small ball of flames formed between his hand and her back. It grew a couple inches bigger before he gave the keyword. "Burn." The ball of flames exploded out in all directions.

[PyrosNine]

Pyros gasped. "Pain! And not pain!" There was a blade of chaos and a blade of not so chaos stuck in his back. Which was all fine and dandy, except it hurt. And the that whole "Conflicting Nature" thing again.

But that paled in comparison to FREEDOM!. Oh shut up you. Pyros chucked the blade of less chaos out of his back. It would take more than that to harm him, especially when the sword of chaos negated the blade's potency on Pyros to being merely two swords stabbing him in the back. Which, has never been a weakspot on Pyros.

Pyros was a backstabber among backstabbers, it paid to have extra armor and muscle in one's back in your life.

But this paled in comparison to the wound Incendius had thrown at Pyros. "You throw the blame at ME for ruining your Bar Mitzvah? I shudder at those words! You have truly wounded me! LIke it was intentional or something!"

Pyros took out a handkerchief from his pants and dabbed at his eyes, and then a bit at his back. "To think, all I wanted for my little cousin was to become a manly man, which I could never truly do, and gathered a collection of a hundred of the world's most beautiful women for the occasion!"

Pyros pulled out a picture book, showing a younger Cendy, to a picture of mass violence and weird jewish food being hurled about.

"How was I to know that the top hundred beautiful women in this world were mostly Man-eating sirens, Amazons, and the wives to the world's bloodthirstiest warlords? Dude, I said I was sorry!"

Of course, directly contrary to what he was saying, Pyros's hands were readying up a flame cannon attack.

"Just like you'll be sorry for stabbing me in the back literally, Cousin!"

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

Monty’s dive was as effective a dodge for the flames as Raven could’ve managed herself. It still hurt, certainly, but it was mitigating. So, Raven did the only sensical thing she could do when hit by a mass of magical flame: she grabbed onto Monty and bawled.

The Über-Longsnake too noticed the blast, and the cries of Raven, and stopped his original plan, swiveling his head with lightning speed and rising up to loom over Black to stare down at him with steely eyes (in more ways than one). He hissed his steam-hiss of pain and anger.

It was that, that Raven recognized, though God only knew how she had. Pain.

“You hurt Monty? Why would you hurt Monty?! He never hurt anyone! He never even got a chance!” Raven yelled in a mix of sadness and anger. Her’s mind intuitively searched through her repertoire of defensive spells before hitting on the proper one and used it, calling forth the Goddess who watched over her in an incomprehensible language.

The goddess apparition appeared in a flash, enveloping Raven in the soft, crimson glow of the white magic Fire Shield. (Ironically, this might have very well been called Black magic, since that was from whom this particular spell was taken).

While Raven worked her divine magic, Monty opened his maw, full of long, sharp metal teeth and lunged at Black with a quintessential cobra strike, albeit much bigger... and metallic.

He might finally get his meal.

(RJS - 0)

[Oh, I nearly forgot. As a note, that doesn't nullify fire damage, but it does mitigate it. This is because I felt cracking open the Cleric spell list to be rather unfair... because it's the Cleric spell list.]

[Astral Harmony]

Armored Bishoujo tossed the katana aside and transformed into the Soldier Girl cosplay, taking stock of her opponents while annoyed at her buzz cut that came with the cosplay. The bear seemed to be the easiest and weakest of the targets and, hoping she wasn't completely mistaken in this, quickly checked herself over.

Extra clips for the assault rifle and the grenades were within easy reach. She turned off the rifle's safety and set it to a three-round burst.
"Just gotta remove eight more of them and then I can advance to the next royale."
She got down on one knee, took careful aimed, held her breath halfway out, and squeezed the trigger.

[Incendius]

I could almost forgive you for the whole woman thing, I mean I've learned to expect that from you. But the way you delivered it is the actual heinous part! I mean, you put them into the cake! In addition, it wasn't just the whole cake like a suprise dancer for a bachelor's party, it was in one specific piece of the cake! It was Grandpa's peace! He got so mad he locked all of us in that glacier for a hundred thirty two years till you came along and burned it down accidently! Incendius sent managing to actually include a little bit of emotion in this one, but only a little bit.

As Pyros charged up his flame cannon Incendius sent another thought transmigration. Just to let you know, the backstab wasn't meant to hurt you. Thats why I included the chaos blade. It was meant to distract you; though with you I doubt that was truly neccessary. Also... have you forgotten I was once a fire incarnate? I know what fire is cousin, though admitedly this form can be burned.

Let me ask you a question; what is the definition of a master of defense dear cousin? Incendius thought, as he faced off the flame cannon with his own attack, one that was much more personal. As if he had tied a rope around both of Pyros' ankles, an invisible force pulled at him in the direction of the edge of the ring. As the flame cannon shot, Incendius intended to simply fly up over it

[PyrosNine]

Pyros knew what Cendy was planning with this, attempting to trip him up so that the force of the flame cannon would ring him out. Instead of fighting and trying to hold his step, Pyros went with the flow of the force, and went his blast sent him flying, he flipped over his own blast and shot straight down at the ground.

"I'll have you know, that old Taffer kept 4 of the ladies for himself just after sealing you away, and I didn't get so much as a "Thank you" for freeing you guys! And as to the definition of what a master of defense is..."

Pyros flamesweeped in mid air (forward dash of fire) back into the depth of the arena, and seized a hold of a loose shred of Incendius.

"Someone that's not you! Don't think I am not capable of seeing and seizing what little you are made up of, dear cousin!"

Pyros gave a powerful tug.

[Incendius]

You didn't get a thank you because you freed us by awakening a volcano! We all got trapped in the cooled off lava for a day or two, but since we were flame beings we got out a lot sooner then that power trapping glacier. Incendius sent.

As Pyros tugged, Incendius did not resist. Pyros had overjudged his tug, for while Incendius kept his robes billowed out as if he had a physical form, he actually didn't. As such, the pull snapped him around instead of merely pulling him to Pyros' form.

As Incendius was snapped around, his robes twisted together to form something of a rope, and attempted to wrap themselves around Pyros, the white ivory mask would be facing up at his head.

Your right, but I was merely curious, the ability to carry on an idle conversation while preocupied is a very important one cousin. Which reminds me, why exactly did you start that volcano anyway? You never told me. I'm HOPING it wasn't to kill off those wonderful animals that resided on the ice fields.

[PyrosNine]

"Err...certainly not! Why would I ever do that? It's not like I had a bet with Raiden to see who could slay the most things in the least amount of time...."

Incendius' wrapping himself around Pyros was pretty creepy, as family closeness was never good in the the pantheon of supernatural beasties. It tends to cause numerous..difficulties.

But for now, it would give Pyros and advantage. "Of course, why need I explain myself to the likes of you? NOVA!"

Pyros erupted in an explosion of white hot flame, incinerating everything in PYros's immediate vicinity.

[Incendius]

I'll have you know, I haven't ENTIRELY abandoned my affinity to heat! I can still draw power from it if not become immune to it or control it! Thanks for the booster pack! Incendius sent again through his thoughtburst even as he used his mental powers. As he thought this, Incendius had surrounded himself with a wall of telekinetic force, even still the heat bled through and left charring marks, causing his mask to blacken in all places besides the third eye and his robes to become set on fire. This mattered not though, for as long as the one essential part of his body was still in place and not shattered, he was fine.

However, even as the heat touched Incendius, the result of the heat fed his powers. For Incendius, heat was the easiset and most direct route to accessing his full telekinetic powers; though other methods were possible. Enduring the assualt for moments, Incendius gathered up his force and expanded his telekinetic shell, even as he unwrapped himself from Pyros. The expansion of the telekinetic shell was forced out in all directions, in happened at roughly the same speed as the nova. With hope, it would push Pyros back, and others close by as well.

Even as he did this he sent another thought to Pyros Wait... where exactly is Raiden placed beside me in the family tree again? Its wierd with gods I know, is it no relation or...?

[PhoenixFlame]

"Hee! Indeed, Messie was never one to let a tactical nuclear weapon spoil her day." Phoenix giggled back to Pedro, taking another sip of her wine and generally enjoying herself.

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A sliding bear, a few stray plasma shots, and a dying Krylo, Phoenixbot decided to withdraw for a moment and... Assess the tactical situation, much like well over half of the other NPFers had been doing up until joining the fray. Juxtaposition powers activate!

"Farewell, Krylo. May we meet again." She bid goodbye to her opponent, and quickly zipped off skyward, propelled by her fortunately still functioning thruster array.

Right arm cannon trashed, and unable to reconfigure without immediate repairs, Phoenixbot modified her still functioning left arm into a fusion torch, and proceeded the short process of rigging the system back to functionality.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya was most definitely still rampaging, although there wasn't much to rampage about. She settled down to chewing bits of bull when the burn spell from RBM hit her in the rump, causing her to yelp in surprise more than pain and turn around aggressively to search for the offender.

She spied RBM, and her draconic visage twisted into a snarl, before she launched herself around in a 360 and charged towards the offender-of-butts. Her mouth opened wide, her chaos-diamond teeth gleamed. Then...

*CLONK*

Hard diamond connected with metallic Übersnake head, and the two gigantic forces reeled back in stunned surprise.

But only for a moment.

Rhiya recovered first, and growled angrily at the Übersnake.
"He's MINE!"

The Übersnake Monty hissed back angrily as well, "<Not for a longshot, Dragon! He hurt us first!>"

And so the argument continued - two collosal monstrosities towering over the tiny RBM, snarling and growling at each other as to who would take first choice morsels of the mage.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

[OOC- I'm using "YellowGreen" to represent Serpentongue because it's vaguely less annoying, I think, than the "<>" brackets.]

The sudden stop of Monty’s head sent Raven slipping off his smooth, metal surface and flying across the arena. She spread her wings to fly but was angled all wrong, and ended up skittering across the floor painfully.

“Ow!” was the simplistic response, as she flexed her wings a bit to see that they were alright. Looking back they way she had come, she saw her pseudo-sister and Monty glaring each other down, metal snake versus diamond dragon. Monty hissed, but Raven couldn’t understand why.

"Oh yeah, Dragon girl?! Well-," Monty started in his low steam-hiss, which was apparently an accurate form of serpentongue. After this short hiss, Monty grew, not just slightly like he had been the whole time, but noticeably—widening and lengthening until he visibly out-sized Rhiya. "I’m bigger!"

Raven wondered why Monty seemed to be so pleased with himself.

[PyrosNine]

Pyros dug into the ground hard with all four grabby appendages, embedding hands and huge toenail claws into the ground. He was no longer a cat, but from the sight of him some cat attributes remained. He was dragged upon the earth as the force pushed him, but he held his ground.

"You'll have to talk to Raiden about that one, kiddo. But I think you're his cousin's dogs's trainer's slave's aunt's mother's BFF's son's Niece's nephew's long lost grandson on the father's side."

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"OH, IZZAT SO?!" Rhiya roared in response. She spread her limbs, bracing the ground, and snorted chaotic element through her nostrils.

Then she inhaled. And grew.

The effect was something very similar to that of inflating, if it weren't for the fact that Rhiya was actually trying to draw in the ambient chaotic nature of everything around her into her to fuel her growth spurt.

"Ha! I'm bigger now!" she roared triumphantly, towering a good few feet above Monty.

[POS Industries]

"Eight competitors have fallen and eight more eliminations are needed to complete the first round," Rei called out to everyone, "Time to begin.... THE LIGHTNING ROUND!!"

Suddenly, a large red holographic arrow appeared over IC's head, then moved to Hawk's, then Rhiya's, Raiden's, two over the boxes the remaining Keyman Newbs were hiding under, the bear, and so forth. As the crowd looked on in confusion, Rei explained, "Now that half the necessary fighters have been eliminated, we've decided to speed things up with a bit of roulette! The arrow you see is moving fast now, but it's gradually slowing down. When it stops, the fighter standing under the arrow will be automatically eliminated! The only way to safely avoid the fickle hand of fate is to fight as hard as you can and try to end the match before your number's up! Good luck!"

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"Sir? The trojan horses are in place in all of POS Industries' systems. We are ready to initiate the first phase on your order."

The shadowy man in his shadowy lab nodded in response to the robot lackey's news. "Good.... excellent! Yes, begin the attack. Once their defenses are weak enough, we will begin Phase Two!"

Maniacal laughter echoed once more through the laboratory. He really seems to love his work. You have to admire that in a man.

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Back at the spa, the eliminated contestants were finally getting a chance to relax. This really was the life. Pools, hot tubs, almost too-perfectly beautiful women offering the best massages anyone could ever ask for. In fact, Fenris was being treated to one at that very moment.

Feeling better than he could ever remember, he barely even noticed the masseuse's hand moving around his neck, almost falling asleep before she giggled, "So, are you ready for this?"

"Mmmm," the hobo mod groaned, "ready for what?"

"READY FOR YOUR DOOM, MEATBAG!"

Fenris opened his eyes to see what so many of the other NPFers with him were witnessing: hordes of gorgeous resort staff fembots, eyes glowing red, moving in to tear him and his friends limb from limb.

[Arhra]

OOC: Quick note: that weapon explosion didn't happen or something (possibly it unexploded) - there was a miscommunication with the GMs. It has other drawbacks worked out.

In the aftermath of the KSR 9000 firing, Arhra's expression was one of pure joy, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Death surrounds me, yet, in my head I hear something that sounds like angels! Lo, I have found the holy grail of firepower! Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... the KSR 9000!" You could feel the love. And the hyperbole.

Meanwhile, after tipping over elephants, Inbred had decided to take Arhra down, the chocobo-man making an unholy alliance with an ursus arctos horribilis via the medium of steaks! Who could bear something so terrible?! The first Inbred Bear Cavalry was bearing down on Arhra at high speed, intent on subjecting her to a grizzly fate! Arhra was a terrible person.

"Let loose your volley of death, Inbred, you struggle in vain!" Arhra cried, a manic grin on her face as she ran away from him at high speed. She ran backwards, deeper into the arena, trying to line up a shot on him or his noble steed.

And then it proved to be entirely redundant, Inbred and Bear getting jumped by a crazed angel, a giant metal snake set on constriction and a crazy gun-women attempting to shoot the bear. Someone up there was looking out for Arhra!

"Yay, I'm perfectly safe!" Arhra declared, having ended up a short distance from Red Mage Black, right between a giant angry snake and a giant angry dragoness, both looming ominiously over her and the object of their contestion. Right as Arhra noticed where she was, Rhiya underwent her growth-spurt, topping the snake's proportions. The shift in chaotic energies would have tipped her off anyway. Seeing this display made a lightbulb go off in Arhra's head.

Arhra pointed the KSR 9000 at RMB, "I would be shooting you right now, but I have just thought of the greatest plan ever! Farewell!" Arhra declared, palming throwing something to the ground. Inexplicably, though her hand was empty, there was a bright flash of light.

You'd have the wonder the point though - instead of ninja-vanishing, Arhra could very obviously be seen climbing up Rhiya's leg, the KSR 9000 slung on her back. Her mind was racing over her plan as she swiftly scaled Rhiya's hide. It was a thing of beauty. It went something like this:

Giant Reptiles + Limited Arena + ??? = PROFIT!

Safely ensconed on Rhiya's back, just below where the neck began, Arhra shouted up at Rhiya's head, "Rhiya! I just had the best plan ever! You and the snake, it is very important that you just keep growing!" Rhiya half turned, trying to keep her eye on her snaky opponent at the same time, one reptilian eye rolling around to fix on Arhra. It narrowed hungrily and she rumbled ominously, both a stomach noise and a growl. "Don't be like that!" Arhra said, sounding hurt, "I mean to ply you two with food!"

The rumble almost became a purr. Arhra quickly looked around for any enemies and then started concentrating very intently on conjuring up the promised food. It was very important that there be lots of food. Ring-outs would be difficult with insufficient size.

[PhoenixFlame]

While the statistical probability of being eliminated by the first roulette round was low, Phoenixbot judged that the system was geared to select out-of-combat individuals, much like herself now that she had drawn out to repair. Now that her right arm was again fully functional, and reconverted into a 12mm gatling gun, she resolved to return to the fray, but first, a target.

Mh, the boxes with the arrows looked good enough...

Shutting off her jets, Phoenixbot rapidly descended next to one of the Arrow'd!Boxes, used her descent-speed to drop to one knee, while fluidy seizing her weapon arm with her left, sweeping the weapon across the poor box as it revved up and began to spew 12mm hot death at a staggeringly rapid pace.

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"Priority Alert." The familiar voice of Raven, the Isparlian's Main Computer, (not to be confused with the Raven in the melee) came over Phoenix's hand-device. Simultaneously, the latter projected a small holographic scene of the Fembots attacking the spa-goers.

"Oh, bloody hell. What did I say-" Phoenix almost interjected.

"A FemBot[TM] Replicator system has malfunctioned at Coordinates thirty-two, thirty nine, zero. This system has recently stopped transmitting to all systems under POS or Phoenixcorp control. Additionally, all units produced by said system have activated defense protocol six, and keyed out all external commands to change state."

"about... abusing priority alerts... Oh." she meekly finished. "Well, that's odd. Pedro, do you know anything about this?" Phoenix casually remarked to the hazel-eyed, white capitalist as she sipped her wine.

[Red Mage Black]

Black was ready to shield himself from the attack from Monty until Rhiya appeared to interfere. He took the chance while they weren't watching to jet away. Black noticed he couldn't hold the fire magic under his feet too much longer.

He floated several feet above them watching for the next move. Even though his magic was pretty strong, he knew his limit against two fighters. Black formulated his own plan.

After listening to Ahra, Black was pretty disappointed at the lack of attack. He jetted away from Rhiya and Monty to take on a new opponent. Only this time he found himself near Rhiya once more. He watched Ahra climb up Rhiya's leg.

"I might piss off Rhiya but I at least I get my shot at you." Black concentrated fire magic into his fists as he approached Arhra. "Should've attacked me while you still had the chance." With that he charged up his right hand and let loose on her back.

[Krylo]

Krylo's crispy fried body quickly regenerated, until all that was left was a bit of soreness, and then a little more until he felt fine.

"Ugh... That fucking sucked," he said as he picked up his nine milimeters from the ground and popped out the empty clips onto the ground. Twirling the pistols he smacked them into a few more clips that were jutting out of an ammo holder on his torso somewhere, and then slid them into their holsters before picking up his fourty four.

Luckily it seemed that everyone had moved on for the time being. He made a mental note to thank Mesden for the assist, as he looked up in time to notice the Wind Edge coming back before he could reload his hand cannon. With a quick step to the side he grabbed the boomerang thing.

Then the lightning round began.

As the arrows flew up Krylo noticed the arrows over two particular boxes. Flipping open the chamber on the revolver he quickly put in two hollowpoints followed by four more armor piercing rounds and then flicked it closed.

His arm snapped out and he fired off one hollowpoint into the center of each of the two newb boxes, as that hiding in a box tended to make on a rather stationary target. He then adjusted his aim slightly upward, and emptied off his four armor piercing rounds at PhoenixBot's weapon arm. He then expelled his spent ammunition and reloaded before snapping his arm up once more intending to continue the assault on PB's weaponry.

[Fenris]

Fenris rolled off the bed, delivering a kick to the fembot who had her hands around his neck's stomach.

Due to an offscreen training montage, Irium was able to cast low level telekenetic spells and could speak, though he was shy for the most part and spent most of his time talking to Fenris via the mind.

'This does not bode well, Fenry,' Irium said.

'Don't worry about it, these are weak. A strong robot wouldn't have gone flying and broke like the one that I kicked did. Hell, you could use these to train your telekenetic powers, most likely.'

'Hm... Maybe I shall. May I, Fenry?'

'Go right ahead.'

Irium suddenly began to glow a brighter shade of Gold, and a couple fembots lifted and wobbled, before falling down, not doing much.

'They are too heavy, Fenry!'

'Use it on one, or parts of one!'

Irium tried again, and successfully ripped off the arm of a Fembot, and began beating her with it.

'Having fun?'

'Quite!' Irium replied chipperly.

[POS Industries]

Light flashed from beneath both boxes as Rei made the announcement. "Keyman has been eliminated and all the parts have been reintegrated back at the spa!"

And so, with the headband removed, three Keymen found themselves alive as one in a hot tub next to a bloodthirsty fembot.

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"Pedro, do you know anything about this?"

"Oh hell," Pedro growled, unhappy that he was being distracted away from the random eliminator arrow, "Just what I need.... Rei, did you catch that?"

"Sure did, Pe-chan," the disembodied voice chimed in, "I'm looking into it now. It seems we have a viral infection, and it's a very good one. Whoever designed knew their way around our systems pretty well. I'm still in the process of seeing what systems have been effected, but internal sensors are having problems and the spa staff droids seem to have been reprogrammed and have become violent toward the guests there. Furthermore, the fembot replicators there are churning out an endless supply of similarly reprogrammed droids. I can't fix it from here, the power will have to be cut off manually."

"CrapcrapcrapcrapCRAP!! Find Jimmy, tell him to grab as many item teleportation modules as he can and meet up with me outside the spa! I'll fill him in later!"

And so, a slightly drunk POS jumped up and ran off to save the day somehow.

[PhoenixFlame]

The first thing to shoot through Phoenixbot's mind was to block Krylo's attacks with her arm, which, ironically, was what he was aiming for. Thus, it was very easy to block. Too easy, in fact.

Standing and turning to face the mod she had allowed to live just moments ago, Phoenixbot took the time to callously state a fact. "Interpreting your previous attack patterns, you should note this weapon is far more resili-"

And then the unthinkable happened.

A .44 magnum round collided with the chaingun's drive chain, causing the whole system to grind to a screeching halt as soon as she aimed it at Krylo. Certainly, a few shots got off. ((A few, meaning, "a few hundred" by gatling standards.)) Now holding another useless weapon, Phoenixbot improvised... Krylo was likely weak to melee attacks, but without a melee targeting computer, she would need to create a paradox.

A ranged melee weapon.

Ignoring newb for the time being, she darted torwards Krylo, shifting the damaged arm into a far simpler, and also damaged weapon. An arm-sized Partical Projection Cannon (PPC) minus it's focusing lens. In essence, this removed the weapon's focused firepower and all but 3 metres of it's range for a sort of sawed-off shotgun effect using superheated hydrogen. As she approached, she fired a crackling wave of azure death at the mod.

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As Pedro ran off, Phoenix calmly sat back down and smugly smiled over the holographic interface.

"Raven, I need you to attempt to create a tactical quantum waveform in Pedro's Box, using the Isparlian's hyperdrive core."

"...It's possible... Destination?"

"The Spa, of course."

"Copy... Stand by. Charging system now."

With a loud screech, a tiny blue dot appeared in front of Phoenix's chair. Gradually, it expanded horizontally, tearing through the floor, ceiling, and walls on a similar linear arc, but dealing no adverse affects not across it's plane. Creating a waveform in the atmosphere was hideously dangerous to anything it intersected, but it was probably the most reliable form of teleportation in Phoenix's arsenal. Pitiful, by magic standards. The "line" opened vertically, creating a door-like portal of approximately human-size. A similar portal ripped it's way through a portion of the spa, severing a fembot's forward end from her rear end.

Phoenix stepped through the portal... And nearly tripped on the "torsocapitated" fembot.

"Oh dear... What has gone wrong here?" she sighed.

[IHateMakingNames]

The stray cat heard the bad news.

http://www.acc.umu.se/~zqad/cats/1174330218-1174125087545.jpg

Then he ran off into the ceiling.

[Krylo]

'Why do I keep fighting her' Krylo wondered as he leaped and rolled out of the way, holding the wind edge between him and the plasma that he couldn't fully avoid, letting the resilient weapon take the grazing blow that would have otherwise been meant for him.

As the immortal came to his feet he spun and threw the wind edge directly toward the barrel of the PPC, and then waited for Phoenix to move to dodge, or block, or take the hit. As soon as she was distracted he would snap up his revolver and fire another two armor piercing rounds. One toward each of her eyes.

He hoped that Phoenix had designed her robot with occular senors in the eyes.

[TheBlindMime]

As TBM reached ever higher... heights, he realized a few things, the first being no one was following him for his signaled combination attack, the second was that the wind had changed and the third was the scent of Hawk whom he foolishly followed into the sky had changed as well. You didn't have to ring a bell in his ear to tell him he was in danger.

Guess I'll have to pull out all the stops.TBM thought idly, not truly knowing what his stops were or the limitations to his powers were you know... at all. His dragon form bubbled for a moment before discharging into the largest stinking smoke cloud yet, obscuring him from the sight of all except those with some sort of super robotic eyes with high-definition lenses. And how many of those were around, save for pheonixbot who probably did have that.

This would have been a great distraction and more so excellent cover for the former mime if he still wasn't so set on attacking Hawk. The yo-yo that had been intended for RMB suddenly shot up towards Hawks head, the line dragging behind it pointed to the center of the immense cloud beneath him.

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC had gotten the hell out of there. When he was surrounded by a snake, then Rhiya was fighting that snake, and Arhra his original target had climbed up on Rhiya, and RMB had fired onto Rhiya's back, and the fact the bear could still do something. Well, it left IC to think on what to do.

So he looked towards the other fights. Krylo and PF were still duking it out. Well, it looked like both were weary. However jumping in then when one had a shotgun, the other configuring for close range, and all IC had was close range, might not be the best idea. Well, if neither his left or his right would work, he looked towards the sky.

There was Blindy and Hawk. Now there ya go, he could continue his battle with Hawk, and take on the mime as well. And who would expect melee attacks in mid-air anyway? Then again, this was NPF, everything happened at least twice. Well, IC this time used that snake there as his kick off point, and jumped really high into the air, aiming to strike hard when he encountered Blind and or Mime. In truth, he aimed for Hawk, because it looked like Mime would go there as well.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

Monty glared at the grown Rhiya with distaste. He would NOT have that impudent little dragon stealing his lunch.

“You’re out of your league, girl,” Monty hissed. Expanding further, to top his chaotic opponent. Without shifting his position, he grew further—an expanding coil of shining metal—until he overtook Rhiya.

He laughed a little hissing laugh. “Are you sure you can keep this up all day, dragon girl?”

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Raven looked on in vague awe at the... just, friggin’ bizarre contest going on here. Until she noticed Black, again. The source of all this.

Raven threw back her head as her body shifted, glowing with an intense inverse glow that was next to impossible to look at. The feathers on Raven’s wings seemed to explode outward—thousands of glittering, almost glowing silver feathers that mingled with the inverse glow, worsening the effect significantly.

When the... inverse-light subsided, Raven was a pure white humanoid dragon-thing, with white draconic wings stretched wide and spikes slowly growing from her head, arms and legs. A short tail thrashed excitedly, and Raven’s eyes shone with cerulean mischief.

She hopped from foot to foot a bit, over-excitedly, thrashing her tail and clenching and unclenching her hands. Finally, she flapped her wings with the frenetic energy that consumed her, speeding quickly into the air and, finally, streaking towards Black with her eyes sparkling happily and her white, reverse-chaos-diamond skin a streak against the background.

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Up in the stands, three minions were standing next to the railing, preparing to add what drama they could to the contest between Rhiya and Monty. Bjorn, the tall redheaded man, took a deep breath and positioned his hands absurdly and finally, began to flail his right arm.

Surprisingly, sound erupted. The frenetic, wailing opening notes of XTC vs. Adam Ant, by They Might be Giants. He played not just one, but all of the instruments, hands moving with insane speed, and just as his last, held high note, dropped off. The decrepit-looking Murdochbot 9000 stepped up to the railing and spoke with a voice obviously not his own.

“XTC versus Adam Ant,” he sang in a synthesized voice, “Content versus form. Fighting for their place in rock and roll, there is no right or wrong!”

At this, Jane, having returned to watch the spectacle, jumped up onto the railing and began to dance. It was a remarkable, really, to be able to spin and, eventually, moonwalk in the excited, overly-jerky way she was without losing her balance. But it was still some horrible dancing.

“Just when you think it’s finished with XTC on top, Ant music, like a phoenix, flies back up the charts!”

KP looked on with a bored-like look on his face. “No, no really, that’s... special. I’m so glad you found a use for that voice synthesizer,” KP said, dryly, to the trio.

Though, in truth, it wasn’t really all that bad a song... entirely nonsensical for the situation, but not bad.

As the Murdochbot 9000 belted out the next, “XTC...”, Bjorn struck his air guitar hard, and the very stadium shook. and Jane slipped and plummeted into the arena, upside down. She landed with a sickening crunch and lay there.

None of the trio paid any attention, as the song was finished in a glossed-over-by-the-author-because-he-can’t-pretend-he-can-make-the-rest-even-vaguely-interesting fashion.

[Sithdarth]

Those paying attention, that is to say probably no one, noticed the rather sudden and unexpected disappearance of the Raggys that had been filling the stadiums empty seats.
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Concurrent to this disappearance a single Raggy stepped out of well nowhere and into the spa. Rather one might say she entered the room from a direction a normal three dimensional being just couldn't comprehend. For a second he/she/it looked rather serious as if perhaps there to help; but then he/she/it looked down at itself.

What followed was a very long, and quite loud, string of expletives that really had no business coming from something that looked like that. Once that particular verbal onslaught had finished Raggy simply sighed. "Damn it, a guy shapeshifts for the first time ever for the sake of a joke and he gets stuck that way. It must be all this ambient energy combined with some of the high technology that's flying around this place. I can't seem to restore my previous quantum state. I guess this will have to do. Now why exactly did I come here again?"

At about that particular time a couple of fembots finally decided that whatever the hell had just entered the room probably wasn't supposed to be there. Running from opposite sides they both lunged for Raggy only to pass through collide and tumble off in a knot relatively unharmed. Completely oblivious Raggy just stood there staring into space head cocked to one side at a nearly impossible angle.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya's head whipped around lightning fast as RMB came in to pester Arhra, jaws opened wide, teeth gleaming horribly in the light, aimed at closing around Black's torso, slavering for flesh and a tasty snack.

Even as she did so, she put on another growth spurt, and Monty, seeing this and not wanting to be outdone, likewise grew in simultaneity with Rhiya, trying to outgrow the dragon as the dragon tried to outgrow Monty while in the process of snatching that damned flying Black out of the sky. Rhiya's tail thrashed violently, her increasing size sweeping dangerously close towards Krylo and Phoenixbot...

[Incendius]

After the attack Incendius was left much worse off in appearance then he was before. Barely of a forth of his robes remained, and all parts of the remnant were charred and soot covered. The once white mask was now covered in ashes, all except for the eyes, which were as immaculate and vibrant as ever. Ah. Well, thats certainly... nice to know I guess. By the way, have you ever visited Mars? I went there on some of my travels. Very interesting place. You'd like it if you haven't been. Incendius sent.

The force continued to push on Pyros, however with each passing second it started to degrade, and it became easier and easier for Pyros to hold his ground. You know, you were supposed to use a simply flame attack, I admit, you surprised me. I didn't think you were going to waste one of your most powerful moves on something that you probably could muscle out of. It worked to an extent, you'll be happy to hear. Just because we're family and I'm secure about my power I'll tell you a bit about my abilities. With each inch you burned off, it becomes all the much harder to absorb the energy out of the air. Thus, and that the energy burst wore off, is why the telekinetic force on you is getting lighter every moment.



Just then, the space/time continuum decided to release two of the high powered beams that had been shot by Mesden in quick sucession. Why hadn't they come out before or when it was shot? It was a very simple explanation, with this many reality altering beings in one place, reality was altered and warped in unexplicable ways.


The first very high powered bolt had been aimed at the center of Incendius' body, and as a bit more then half of it whizzed under Incendius. The rest of the beam, impacted through Incendius' robes and completely incinerated them, with the few centimeters that were left untouched set on fire YET again.

For the second beam, Incendius was prepared for slightly. The prior one had been sent at him through an enemy he couldn't sense, and was thus completely unprepared. Knowing that Mesden had fired two shots at him that mysteriously dissapeared, Incendius wrapped himself in what telekinetic power he had left.

The second beam had been directed against Incendius' mask, and fairly crackled against the telekinetic barrier. For a moment, it seemed as if Incendius would take no more harm from this; however one could see that the barrier was faltering in places.

In interest of protecting his core self, Incendius shrunk the barrier thus condensing its power. The beam then easily ripped through the bottom half of Incendius' mask. After the assault, Incendius was left with only the top half of his mask; the one with the third eye.


Incendius quickly sent another thoughtburst to Pyros Well, call it a draw? The telekinetic push had stopped completely on the first beam, and now Incendius probably couldn't manage anything in that neighborhood again, unless given a LOT of free time to charge up.

Lets do some psychological manuevering. Incendius thought, as he included another missive alongside his previous thought transmigration. This time it was voice implantation ability. Hey! He's got candy, how can we get the candy if we destroy him? Incendius planted in Pyros' mind. It was a long shot to see if it worked, in most normal people it wouldn't. But in Pyros? Who knows.

[Melfice]

Melfice had been bravely fighting off fembots succesfully, but now there were too many coming at him now. He tried to coordinate the fight, giving directions to the others there, but they could either not hear him, or they simply weren't listening to him.

Frustrating.

Melfice got knocked down by a few dozen fembots at once and rolled down the floor, before abruptly coming to a halt against a bath tub. His hand also landed against a small shard of, what seemed, obsidian.

It... felt alive. Warm. It... it... was melting!?
Panicking at little bit, Melfice felt the black ooze crawling up his body, enveloping him completely...

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

((OOC: They're Grunts, and Melfice is an accomplished sword fighter, but 50 pounding at him at the same time? Yeah.))

[Red Mage Black]

"Two dragons? What the hell?" Black stopped in the middle of his attack, leaving a cool down time between the charge and the attack. "Damn, Latis get ready. Time to morph!" A jade light flashed as Black was covered head to toe in the peculiar liquid. 'I'm leaving this all up to you.' Latis soon took control of Black's form, instead turning into a large gelatinous blob, tentacles springing outwards from the armored being.

'We've been training for this.' As Latis charged a water spell the tentacles thrashed out in all directions, moving wildly. Rhiya would either catch a slap across the face or experience water filled lungs. Raven would either have to take a hit and continue in or form a new strategy.

Either way it worked Black would use Latis as his primary defense until it all came crashing down and he would have to fend for himself. 'Two against one? Isn't that a little unfair?' He thought to himself forgetting he was still linked with Latis.

(I guess our almighty leader decides what truly happens. Dunno how any of this'll work.)

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Falling towards Mime, the last thing Hawk had expected was for his opponent to explode into a dark cloud. He wouldn't make that mistake again so soon. Now falling towards his obscured opponent, Hawk expected everything, and so when the yoyo-like weapon flew out of the dark cloud, Hawk was ready. He swung Ascalon up, parrying the strike and used the momentum to flip him right side up.

Now falling feet first into the obscuring darkness Hawk saw the incoming IC, the deadly greatsword ready to deliver a powerful blow. Hawk tucked his knees in and landed on whatever form Mime was in now. Suddenly straightening, he propelled himself back up and towards IC, using Mime as a jump off point and hopefully sending the unfortunate guy back towards the earth at the same time.

He now flew towards IC and as the two came together they both struck, their oversized swords making a great clanging noise as they connected. The force of the blow was enough to rocket both fighters away. Now Hawk was falling again, he needed some way to stop himself that he hadn't used yet, to ensure variety and keep the audience entertained (naturally!). Luckily, the Boomer came to the rescue. It spun towards him and as he approached the last ten feet of his fall he caught it, once again using its motion to flip him over as he tumbled to a seemingly certain death. As he turned completely upside-down he launched the hammer towards the earth, where it promptly struck and bounced back up. Hawk caught it (nearly having his arm ripped from it's socket in the process) and his fall suddenly slowed, the upwards momentum of the hammer reversing the effects of gravity.

He landed hard, but safely, a second later. He looked up to see what had become of Mime and IC.

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose realized rather suddenly that his massage had been changed into the fembots trying to rip him apart, and that wouldn't do at all. He reached for his Necklace, to find it gone, so instead, he slipped Nenyel from his wrist to his hand, and she took the form of a belt buckle. he coughed while his leg was being ripped at.

"IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!" Nikose shouted, leaping to his feet and thrusting Nenyel out before him.

"WHY DO YOU INSIST ON DOING THAT?" A voice that sounded like large bells echoed forth from the item in his hands, before she liquified and flashed over Nikose's body, giving him a battle suit, which was prefferable to the nothing but a towel he had been wearing only moments ago. He proceeded to kick Fembot ass, and rush to the main spa room where Fenris and Melfice were. "Guys, I think we have a problem." Nikose said rather undramatically.

He ran over and began ripping fembots off of Melfice, feeling them pounding against his back while he dug. Tentacles rose off of Nenyel and began lashing them away. "Oh, okay, this works well too," Nikose said aloud while he dug for Melfice.

[Mesden]

Mesden took this time to ignore the random shots she fired at other people, figuring they'd get there eventually, and moved on to more time-stream affected targets. Namely, the daring individual who had just crashed to the ground and taken his time to look away from anything on the ground.

Being as fast as she was, Mesden made quick work of the walking distance in her signature "Slide the sword against the ground to leave a hollow ethereal trail in reality while keeping her left hand extended out and mysteriously glowing with a dragon spirit thing wrapped around the very same arm", which was quite signature, she assures you.

From the eerie, yet serene, glow enveloping her hand came an expanding shield that, sooner rather than later, became the size of a full tower shield -- almost a giant crystalline-blue tear drop in its shape and color. But from the harmless looking tear drop of a shield came the same kind of golden metal that her sword was crafted from, lining the perimeter of the shield and creating a few extended blades from out of the face.

The way she held her weaponry was reminiscent of an olden times Roman Legionnaire, only outfitted in a fiery red, thigh length dress.

As the distance between the two was finished, she announced her presence to her would-be opponent in a voice so calm it would leave a startled chill in the average individual's spine, "I do enjoy bouts of meleeing, Hawk was it? Ranged battle always seemed so unfair at times, so let's kill each other in a more civilized approach...That is, unless you wish to go bare fists?" a devilish grin laced her lips at the idea.

[Demetrius]

"Guys, I think we have a problem."

"Huh?", Demetrius looked up from his oriental massage, a decidly rough one, the fembot seemed to be attempting to squish him by jumping up and down really hard on his back.

Sitting up rapidly Demetrius catapulted the fembot off of his back,"Aack! An army of attractive females seems to have decided to kill us it seems. Oh well this was nice while it lasted. Back to work!" With a shout Demetrius called his equipment... His armor of the Chaotic bastion wrapped itself familiarly around him, his gauntlets clapped around his hands and his cloak billowed around him.

Quickly looking around, Demetrius spotted two fellow NPFer's about to be overrun by a horde of fembots.

"We should help them don't you think?"
"Yes, it would be the thing to do."
"Whatever. Let's just tangle with some ladies"
"Hey, why the hell do I have a tail and cat ears! I hate cats!"
"Aww quit your complaining and lets find out where they're all coming from."
First we help those two, more firepower and people who've spent more time around here are always a help."

Demetrius ran forward into the melee, laughing and leaking chaos. Any fembot he touched was affected differently, some had their original programming restored, others became real women, catgirls, bunnies... and Oh crap! One turned into a copy of Rhiya's wrath form!

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Seeing a new challenger rush him, Hawk raised his sword and hammer in preparation for an attack that never actually came. In its place was instead a proposal.

"I do enjoy bouts of meleeing, Hawk was it? Ranged battle always seemed so unfair at times, so let's kill each other in a more civilized approach...That is, unless you wish to go bare fists?"

"Well," Hawk answered the ethereal deity, "I would say it depends entirely on the circumstances. Ranged combat is sometimes the only way to do things, but alas, I have only close combat weapons for this fight, so I have to make do with what I have." He gave both weapons a quick spin as he changed his stance to suit his opponents choice of weaponry, bent his knees slightly to increase his agility and raised up his weapons.

He then completely changed tact and instead spun on the spot, swinging the Boomer in a wide arc through 360 degrees like an olympic hammer thrower and released it at the apex of his spin. Before it had travelled even two feet the extending arm of the Ascalon slammed into it at the speed of transformation, increasing its speed even further as it rushed towards Mesden. Hoping the initial strike would take her by surprise Hawk charged, the long halberd giving him a bit of extra range with which to impale the god.

[Mesden]

"Ah, throwing..." minor disappointment grew in her focused eyes, but there was only so much time to regret the tactical and formal discrepancies of Hawk.

As the hammer volleyed towards her at much more than impressive speeds, Mesden had already caught on to the 'strategy' Hawk had adopted, from the flexing of his wrists to the way his fingers clenched and lost grip during the spin -- and many more warnings signs one must learn if ever to combat thrown-weapon users.

Instead of the often seen straight dodge or parry, she decided a combination of both would be satisfactory, as she needed to handle boomerang-esque nature of the hammer she had taken note of during her many intervals of fight examination. Her body, always perfectly calm and ready to react, nearly fell away from the path of the hammer -- almost like mercury dipping into a new container -- to her left, leaving her sword arm left to counter the weapon.

Quickly, her arm recoiled, awaiting for the exact moment the hammer would dart by her as she left her vision on the charging Hawk, gladly accepting the diversionary nature of his plan. First, the hammer met where she had calculated it would be and with the almost non-existent bit of time, her beyond human strike caught the handle of the hammer within one of the large serrations on the left side of her sword, hooking the stray weapon like a very, very blunt fish.

In the meantime, she raised her cumbersomely sized shield up and in position while turning on her right heel, pushing the left side of her body, and her shield, forward to meet the strike of The Ascalon. Her left foot dug into the ground instantaneously, forcing itself into a miniature trench to take the full impact of what she only assumed was a fellow fighter gifted in strength. She would not be giving ground yet, and fully expected to not only block the halberd, but to catch the blade/spear head in one of the blades her shield also held and disarm him with a decisive swipe.

The final piece of the idea was rather hopeful only, but it never hurts to try.

Now that she had the secondary strike managed, she could manage the primary, and if not stopped, tertiary attack that Hawk had already launched. Her arm moved at the same speed of the hammer, and in the minuscule time she was alloted, she twisted the hammer's handle with her own sword, making the head point towards the ground, and with a decisive thrust downward, pushed the hammer dead into the ground with her own blade, birthing a large crater and thunderous crash behind Mesden.

From behind the sapphire shield she smiled a very proud smile towards Hawk. He was now 50% disarmed, and she planned to complete the second half soon.

[TheBlindMime]

TBM was really impressed that he'd been used as a jumping point, I mean seriously impressed since he hadn't been in the cloud at all. He was in fact the yo-yo that had been hurled at hawks head that was deflected. As he transformed back into himself he was sure he had no idea what Hawk had used as a jumping point.

As his sudden descent began he wondered what to become, his plan was foiled by the sudden battle far beneath him... but he had already thought of his original plan and everything... "Screw it, I'm doing it anyways!" There was another explosion of smoke and force coming from the smoke cloud that had obscured the sky from the fighters below, a moment later those who were not looking up were going to be in a big surprise.

The gray clouds above parted like the red sea around a very large orange object. His new form had a big flapping tail, dorsal fins and a giant horn. Due to his leap towards this monstrosity IC had almost no way of identifying the object other then a giant orange thing and little chance of escape, but IC was a scrapper and so who knows how things ended for him. Besides he wasn't TBM's target, someone had jumped on him earlier when he wasn't around to jump on so he'd teach them a lesson for sure.

Aiming his giant 40 foot tall heavy and scaled body over Hawk, closing his eyes tightly only when he was sure his aim was right. His eyelids were surprisingly tattoo'd in this form, with the words "Fuck" over one eye and the word "Yeah" over the next. He triumphantly slammed into the area that held Hawk and Mesden, Mesden was an unfortunate casualty of spite (though she was probably alive and very annoyed). There were no screams, there was no time.

The mountain named Seaking had spoken, and he said 'Fuck Yeah Seaking!' The large crater that Mesden and Hawk created was dwarfed and crushed under the mammoth Seaking, before he too exploded to nothing. Leaving yet another stinking cloud that was a mix of rotting bananas and a burning tire. TBM was the first to stumble from the cloud, blood pouring over his face from somewhere above his hairline.

As the prying eyes of others caught him and he realized the smell that surrounded him, he coughed and pointed into the cloud. "It was Hawk, I swear."

[Raiden]

Raiden woke up from his nap to realize that someone had destroyed the thread he was hiding himself in.

Assholes and their destruction of private property.

Of course, he had other things to worry about. Such as the two blasts from a massive interstellar spaceship's artillery cannon flying right at him from Mesden's direction.

"Oh fuck you..."

The hand with the Mod Bracelet went up, his palm aiming for the blasts.

"Relocation!"

The beams suddenly dissolved as the mod bracelet broke down their key components, teleporting them to a new direction.

Which just so happened to be right above Pyros's head.

[Mesden]

It takes a certain level of awareness to notice that a very, very large animal is falling from the sky to interrupt your play time. Luckily, that level is very low, and awarded Mesden enough time to buckle her knees and lift her very, very, very convenient shield above her in an attempt to lessen the fact that a Fish was about to squish her.

After Mime had transformed back (and probably endured a fairly rough amount of pain from jumping belly first onto large, sharp blades with a knack for eviscerating parts of the soul on contact) and left behind his usual cloud of unmentionable horror, there was soon a very large, very strong red gauntlet constricting his shoulder like a pissed off Boa.

A voice rumbled, "Do you enjoy crashing and ruining a perfectly good fight in the form of a FISH?" Her eyes were now flaring novas of crimson, blue and white -- bright and powerful enough to blind most anyone that took more than a second to stare in their strange mix of fury and beauty.

Without further inquiry or suppression of rage, Mesden forced every bit of her unbridled irritation into a clawed swipe of her other gauntlet in the general area of Mime's torso, while keeping his shoulder clenched in the deathvice of her other hand.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Hawk had expected Mesden to either dodge or parry the Boomer. She had readily obliged. He had expected her to raise her shield to stop his halberd attack. This she had done. What he had not accounted for was the ominous shadow that suddenly fell across them both. His original plan had been for him to get her to try and deflect his stab attack with the shield and then quickly switch to scythe attacks as he wrenched the weapon upwards. With a downward stab aiming for her head she would almost certainly have to raise she shield up high to block the attack, which would leave her vulnerable to an incoming boomer blow.

All of this mattered little now, as Death-From-Above descended upon them. Realizing that being crushed by an apparantly huge object would be a very Bad Thing Hawk knew he had to get clear. Changing his plan on the move, Hawk instead stabbed the blade into the ground in front of Mesden, mimicing the move he had used in his first incounter with IC, and leapt over Mesden, narrowly avoiding the spiked shield in the process. Hawk switched the Ascalon back into crescent mode as he pushed himself into a forward flip and hurled the blade away, in the direction he was currenly facing. His blade safe, it was time to save himself and he shrank back into his Cursed form. Catching an updraft, Hawk focused his wind powers behind him, as a matrix style slow-mo effect seemed to take effect. For a moment nothing happened, then suddenly Hawk shot forwards, his speed in excess of two hundred miles per hour. He travelled so fast that he caught up with his blade, which was still whirling through the air by the time he reached it. With another quick shifting of form Hawks hand reached out and grabbed the blade.

At this point, a stylish spin and a nice landing would have rounded out this amazing escape, but he still wasn't quite quick enough though, as the massive Seaking crashed down Hawk was caught in the sudden explosion of force created by its impact and his landing was completely scuffed. He landed face forwards and fell hard, nearly smacking his head on the hard floor and dropping the Ascalon. But hey, at least it was better than being crushed by a Seaking!

He climbed dazily to his feet after a few seconds, recovered his Ascalon, now back in its shorter form and the Boomer re-materialised in his other hand.

"It was Hawk, I swear."

Son of a bitch!!

Not caring about his fight with Mesden, that could wait until they after they double-teamed the former fish-Mime, Hawk ran at Mime, taking his slightly dishevelled state as the opportune moment to finally waste him. The hefty Ascalon blade would deal with him.

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC had sort of glided out of the way of the Mime as he fell. It was a simple matter or using his tail to make the wind current push against him, and shove him to the side as Mime went by. IC straightened himself out, and fell. Now, he was completely flatting himself out to slow his descent, so he could watch, and wait for the right moment to fall in, and take them out.

Then IC saw it. After Mime had fallen, they were all upon each other battling. Of course, maybe they would expect another air attack, since one did just happen. But then again, they just had an air attack, maybe they wouldn't expect another one. It didn't matter. IC started falling down faster, headfirst too. He started picking up a lot of speed, and a lot of force. The impact alone from this fall would kill a normal person.

But then again, what is normal about IC?

IC yanked the blade off his back, and just as he was about to crash into the trio of Hawk, TBM, and Mesden, he swung hard. Hard enough to where he wasn't sure this weapon could take it even if it was unbreakable. He swung hard enough to put all his falling force into the blade. Thank god the sword was big, since he could get all three of them in this swing. This swing did have another nice part too. Since IC had thrown all his weight into the blade, it would take the brunt of the impact, leaving IC mostly intact from the fall.

[Arhra]

Arhra found herself protected again when RMB unchivalrously chose to attack her. Raven, tranformed into a draconic creature of pure white crystal, spiked and frenetic with excess energy, streaked through the skies at Black, eyes joyful. Rhiya whipped her massive head at Black too, jaws that could swallow him whole agape, the tooth ringed maw stretching wider as she grew even larger.

"I feel loved." Arhra said to herself. But for the big plan, they needed her to help fuel it. Arhra, wrenching her concentration together, called up the power to make her will manfiest, "Well then," she said, standing up, "Let... there... be... FOOD!"

The chaos being clapped her hands together over her head, the sound unnaturally loud, like a distant explosion. A few seconds later, the sky darkened and there came the sound of a coming storm.

Pies began to rain from the heavens.

What exactly had just happened became clearer a minute or so later to the people lucky enough to be listening to the radio or watching television.

With the standard opening, they went to a breaking news report. "We interrupt this programme to bring you this special news bulletin." The announcer's voice, slow and serious came, "The pie factory downtown... has exploded. Dozens are injured... BUT! It is raining pie! And everyone is happy, especially me!"

Arhra viewed the torrent of pastries with satisfaction, catching a blueberry pie that was about to fall onto her head and sticking her finger in it, withdrawing it to suck its delicious, gooey innards off the digit. She neither knew nor cared if she had caused it, had simply nudged probabiilty a little or if this was just an extremely lucky coincidence.

She felt that Rhiya and Raven could probably keep Black off her back, so she took a moment to size up the situation...

"If I'm half the dracographer I think am, we have about two hundred feet of Rhiya here, from nose to tip of tail." Arhra muttered to herself, engaged in mental arithmatic and looking repeatedly along Rhiya's neck and back down the tail, "If we want to be reasonably sure of occupying half the arena, we'll need twice that." By the look of it, that mysterious metal snake was able to keep pace with Rhiya. "We need to get cracking."

The food would definately help, as draining on Rhiya's energy as size changing was. Competitiveness was literally spurring her on to new heights though, Monty's sinuous coils smoothly expanding, topping Rhiya by just a few feet, and then this would goad Rhiya into another burst of growth, Arhra feeling the diamond-flesh beneath her pulse, thickening into ever more dragon. It had turned the pair into swollen monuments to reptillian hyperabundance.

It was beginning to have it's intended effect - together their gargantuan bulk made over half of the arena floor space a dangerous place to be, sweeping tails, shifting coils and scraping tails.

But they still weren't nearly swollen enough. Time was ticking away, and the lightning elimination could take anyone next. Arhra decided to get sneaky, clambering part way up Rhiya's expanse of neck, using the jagged spine as a guide. "Rhiya, you're falling behind!" Arhra yelled up to her, lying smoothly, "Come on, you can beat that snake! Show it what you're made of!"

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

Just as he closed the distance on Mime, he realised that Mime was in the rather unfortunate position of being harrassed by Mesden. His desire to kill the would-be assasin and his desire to not get killed by Mesden were suddenly in conflict as he approached, slowing from an all out run to a fairly brisk walk. He was just deciding whether to run in and fight or keep well back when a new distraction caught his eye; Inbred.

Falling from on high, the Damascus sword held aloft, his intent was clear; he wanted all three of them dead. Mes and Mime, apparantly too focused on each other to notice, didn't... err... NOTICE!

Attempting to buy time for Mesden to finish off Mime, Hawk ran to intercept, hefting the massive but significantly lighter Ascalon onto his shoulder and gripping it with both hands (the boomer had since been replaced on his back.) He looked like a baseball player awaiting a pitch and as IC came within range he swung with all his strength, the greatswords colliding with ferocious force once more.

[Karrrrrrrrrrrresche]

K36 had been getting a massage in another room, but he was a little distracted so he hadn't noticed the Fembot walk away in the middle of it.
His attention was on Epyon, his new friend and weapon he'd gotten from Nikose, "Sphere for yes, cube for no."
Epyon morphed into a tiny sphere which rolled around until K36 picked it up. "Heh, Alright, so you're able to morph into just about kind of melee weapon I can think of?" Epyon didn't morph out of the sphere, so he assumed that meant yes again. "So then yo-"
Epyon interrupted by starting to Morph in and out of various forms, "Whats wrong?" The small Dark Red form finally morphed into a mirror, and as K36 stared into it he could see the Fembot holding a Knife, waiting to stab him,
K36 reached down slowly grabbed his shotgun, then blew the Fembots head off.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't kept his full armor in the room and was forced to walk around wearing the underlay, Stepping out into a hallway, he found himself face to face with 8 Fembots, K36 turned around and slowly walked away from the bots, until he heard them following him.
He did the only thing he felt he could do, Started sprinting around the complex screaming.

[Melfice]

When Nikose eventually found Melfice, he was surprised to find an irregular shaped armour had surrounded him completely, as if he had grown stone around him.

This was in fact Indori, being awoken by the touch of Melfice, who had decided this was his new partner.

Melfice slowly rose to his feet, helped by Nikose, while the suit changed into something more symmetrical and streamlined. "I notice some similarities between our... attires, Nikose. An explanation would be welcome, if you will?"

"It is because I am a son of Nenyel, who is the 'partner' of Nikose. It seems you have called me... Indori? I am pleased by this name, and will wear it proudly. But, I shall explain things later. First, we have more pressing issues," as Indori said that, he made Melfice duck as a fembot flew over him, launched by something.

The suit changed into a large shield, and with it, Melfice found it was quite a lot easier to maintain control over the fight now. He rejoined the battle, at the side of Nikose.

[Fenris]

Irium was progressing quite nicely. He had gotten to the point where he could lift 3 of the fembots at once. He was even able to launch them flying, by pulling them all the way back and then thrusting them forward to the range of his telekenesis, and releasing at the furthest he could go. They flew further each time.

'This is fun, Fenry!' Irium said happily in Fenris's mind.

'Glad you're enjoying yourself,' Fenris said as he decided to join in the fray. Pulling out his...

...

...

Fuck. He had nothing but his banstick, and that just seemed cruel. He decided to let Irium fight this one. Despite being a sword, Fenris felt that it'd be easier for Irium to concentrate if he remained a necklace instead of a moving weapon of slicey-dicey.

[POS Industries]

"Man, I really wish I still had those Negative Kamen powers right about now," Pedro growled to himself as he ran down the hall toward the spa. Turning a corner, he nearly collided with the young man originally known as Jimmy the Intern (http://forum.nuklearpower.com/showpost.php?p=437243&postcount=40) who, after a series of bizarre events (http://forum.nuklearpower.com/showpost.php?p=438086&postcount=48) led him to devise a way to help Rei in her fight with Bruticus (http://forum.nuklearpower.com/showpost.php?p=440411&postcount=75), was promoted and became Jimmy the Scientist (http://forum.nuklearpower.com/showpost.php?p=444503&postcount=90).

"Oh! H-Hi, Mr. O'Sullivan..... sir!" Jimmy stammered, holding an armful of the little item summoning devices used by the tournament competitors, "I have the item teleportation modules you wanted. Grabbed as many as I can."

"Good, thank you," Pedro stated coldly, taking some of the devices from Jimmy's arms as he sped along to the spa.

"Uh.... also," Jimmy continued, following behind his boss, "I had one of the modules attuned to you, but I didn't have time to specifically assign a weapon, so I just used the randomizer function. I, uh, I don't know what you ended up with..."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm sure it'll be fine," POS sighed as he opened the door to the spa, revealing the chaos within. Crazed fembots and arguably equally crazed NPFers were tearing each other and the spa itself apart. The longer this brawl continued, the more money out of his pocket. "Hey, non fembot people!" Pedro yelled out as he ran in and tossed the modules in the general direction of the NPFers, "If you need weapons, use these! They're still attuned to your assigned items from the tournament!"

Keeping one of the modules for himself, Pedro pressed the button and activated the device, causing it to vanish in a flash of light, replaced by the sudden appearance of some bizarre gauntlets and boots on his wrists and feet, respectively. Looking them over, a bizarre thought echoed through his mind suddenly...

BUTTSECKS?

"What in the.... What the hell am I supposed to do with these?" POS griped at his present situation, trying to remember what the hell this stuff actually did. However, short term memory kicked in just long enough for him to stumble onto something.

...really wish I still had those Negative Kamen powers right about now...

Pedro grinned and took up a vaguely familiar stance, calling out, "Negative Kamen Power.... TRANSFORM!!" The boots and bracers began to glow, and Pedro's appearance was changed, his hair turned white, his eyes red, and his clothes replaced with a black tuxedo, cape, top hat, and dark metallic mask.

Looking himself over, he noted that this wasn't quite the same as the real thing. The material was a little cheaper, the stitching a bit off, and the blackened Heart Ring on his finger was quite obviously made of plastic. It wasn't a large leap to assume that his shadow manipulation powers weren't present here, but he did feel a fair bit faster and stronger, and the cane he had manifested was a perfectly useful blunt weapon, as the fembot that just lunged at him found out.

"Yeah, this will have to do," Pedro grinned, getting a feel for the wait of his weapon, "Jimmy, stay behind me. We've got to find the manual power shut down around here someplace. Off we go!"

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Back at the tournament, the bear's snout had found its way into a rather delicious blueberry pie.

[Fenris]

Fenris snatched his weaponbracelet and slapped the button. The energysword manifested in his hand.

"Sweet."

'Hey, Irium, mind if you give me a boost?'

'I'm on it, Fenry!'

Fenris levitated into the air, and was launched into the middle of the swarm of Fembots.

Fenris slashed around, being propelled into fembot after fembot. He'd be aroused if the wasn't also covered in fembot guts. As he killed, a loud masculine voice yelled in his mind.

"Double Kill-Triple Kill-Killtacular-Kill Frenzy-Killtrocity-Killamanjaro!" the voice yelled.

"What the hell?!" Fenris yelled as he killed more, to screams of "RUNNING RIOT, IN THE ZONE, UNTOUCHABLE, UNFREAKIN'BELIEVEABLE!"

He decided to use it as a scoreboard. He reckoned he killed about 35 of them with the energy sword before Irium joined in the fray, launching Fembots into other Fembots, adding to the killing frenzy. More Fembots still swarmed in. "How many Fembots do you need, Pedro!?"

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose proceeded to giggle, and grab his item, then call out, "HIT THE DECK."

He then let loose his first bolt of lightning for the fight, before reaching over, grasping Melfice's shoulder, and attempting to use Melfice as Leverage to get above the fight and grab onto one of the hanging light fixtures in order to spot around who needed his help most.

Nenyel let out a thought whisper that seemed to echo through the building, reaching the ears of everyone in the room.

"I was taking a God Damned NAP."

Nikose felt himself hoisted, and his arms held out and the ready. "Let's see how they like you NOW!" She tinkled, as Nikose hung from the lamp by one foot, and began feeling his muscles move as he pumped lightning out blast after blast, including aiming at the water.

With his free hand, Nikose also snatched the cursed hat off of Melfice's head. "I knew it was only a matter of time!" he laughed madly, throwing the hat out into the crowd of Fembots and sending lightning chasing after it.

[mauve]

Mauve had been loyally covering the battle, in all its complexities, since page one, even though you haven't heard her doing so. Trust me. She's been reporting it.

That stopped immediately, however, when it began raining pie.

"This just in!" Mauve said. "Screw the arena fight; there's PIE falling from the sky! I'll bet Jeneralissimo wasn't the first to cover THAT bit of fantastic news."

That report finished, Mauve hunted around for an undamaged (or at least moderately undamaged) pie and settled back into the arena seating for a dessert break.

"This kind of thing makes the whole job worthwhile," Mauve said pleasantly to Ecurt as she took a fork from her Pockets of Near Infinite Holding. "Random pie rainfalls."

[Melfice]

With Indori firm in hand, and questions firm in his mind, Melfice stormed at a group of bots.

When he came in contact with the fembots, he noticed they were flung away backwards like rag dolls, right into a bath tub.

"Nikose? You remember your basic school teaching, right? Thunder in that tub, right now!" Nikose aimed a spell at the tub, which in return caused a mild explosion, knocking over a few more of the entertainment robots.

"You are very impressive, indeed... Indori. What else are you capable of?"
"Let me show you." Indori oozed into a sword-like shape.

"Very well. Untill we find my own sword, this will do very nice."
"Your old sword? But with me, you won't nee-"
"It is an heirloom, I will not leave it. Now let's go." Melfice swung the sword, and decapitated several... and oddly, severely 'disfiguring' one, of the fembots.

"Nice swing... sir."
"Calm yourself, Indori. You will be the foundation of my fighting from now on. I'll be relying on you. But my sword is important to me."

[Demetrius]

Nimbly dodging flung, flying fembots and lances of lightning, Demetrius made his way up to the pair of heroes.

"Excuse me? Do you guys mind if I join in the fun?" Demetrius asked as he offhandedly ripped the heads off several nearby fembot and began hurling them back into the crowd.

"Also, do you guys have any idea where all of these are coming from?" As a fembot leapt toward Demetrius' back he spun and caught it in his arms, performing a quick tango before twirling it into the line of one of the lightning bolts.

[POS Industries]

"Also, do you guys have any idea where all of these are coming from?"

"The replicators have gone haywire," Pedro informed Demetrius as he cracked a couple fembots across the head with his cane, "Jimmy here and I are trying to make our way through the spa to manually shut down the power."

Meanwhile, more droids appeared and continued attacking, but seemed to be slowly organizing. A large number had moved behind Pedro and Jimmy as they entered and effectively blocked off the spa entrance, trapping the NPFers while other tore away water and steam pipes, raising the temperature, reducing visibility, and gradually flooding the area.

"Oh, fantastic," Pedro growled as the the water levels started rising around his feet, "I hate it when my socks get wet! Dammit!"

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose shuddered, casting Nenyel into sword form again. This left him naked and worried, as he watched the water valves being ripped down. "Okay, time to make an exit!" Nikose called out. "Also, where'd our clothes go when we got teleported in here? Is there a locker or something, I need my stuff!"

Nikose flipped himself down into the now knee-deep water and shouted, "Everyone, Get out of the water! Grab shit on the ceiling, I'm gonna try and fry them all at once!" He started sparking.

[TheBlindMime]

As Mesden tightened down her grips on TBM’s shoulder he realized he was for lack of a technical term, boned. He shut his eyes tightly as Mesden prepared to rip him a new, everything. Because despite the fact his fish 4chan attack (that didn’t seem to do much besides make Mesden mad,) was completely provoked by Hawk she was going to tear poor TBM to itty bitty pieces for it. His mind tried to find some solace and comfort in his life to narcotize him from the immense pain he was about to be in.

Picking the most comforting image his mind could find TBM subconsciously changed shape, which surprised him almost as much as it surprised Mesden. As moments previous she was about to rend a mime asunder she now held a Penthouse magazine in her hand. Her hand reflexively released the magazine in disgust, allowing the pages to open with the centerfold proudly drifting open for all to see. It was a certain goddess in human form in all of her many glories. The vein in Mesden’s forehead hit critical mass before the magazine hit the ground.

As it poofed back into Mime he could do almost nothing but stare blankly at the woman before him, he had chosen what he thought was his last moment on this earth to picture the woman about to murder him naked and then transcribed that image automatically in page format. Now, she would assuredly kill him. He still had one chance, slim though it may be.

A land speed record by man on foot was set as TBM’s blurred form shot across the stage, he bumped into Hawk accidentally along the way nearly knocking the man to his ass. It was in no way intended though as his only thought of salvation was repeatedly reiterated by his panicked screaming. “RING OUT! RING OUT! RING OUT!...etc”

He was almost there, when the bell on his belt rang.

[Fenris]

Fenris Henshin'd himself a new set of clothes that looked like Nikose's, and took them off, and threw them to him. He then Henshin'd his own clothes onto his body, and thought to Irium, 'Let's get me in the air so I don't die, mmkay?'

'Okay, Fenry!'

Irium floated Fenris above the water by a few feet, moving Fenris around low enough to continue slaughtering fembots. In fact, Fenris was floating upside down, and continued to slice and dice the heads off of fembots until Nikose yelled the "YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE IF YOU DON'T STOP SWINGING THAT STUPID THING!" signal.

[Melfice]

"Indori, do you think your armour-form would protect me from the electricity?"
"I... do not know, Melfice. I am of the earth element, but I have no idea what happens if electricity soars through me."
"Great... give me armour anyways, and let's find something we can stand on."
"Will do, sah!"
"... you will refrain from using accents, please?"

The black ooze moved over Melfice yet again, forming into the thick, streamlined armour.
He looked around, and noticed a thick cabinet to the side that was still dry. Melfice walked towards it, and climbed on in, but with some effort, due to the armour.

Hey, you never knew what happened next, right? Better be prepared.

[Demetrius]

Demetrius took that as his cue to get up out of the water, mumbling the keyword to activate his armor he rose up until he was hovering above the water. "Hey Pedro, how hard is it to just get out of this building... and how much do you want to keep it? I have a friend who specializes in large scale demolition and he could take care of this whole problem in...a...Yeah, sorry didn't know you were so attached to stuff"

[Fenris]

Fenris swooped over and grabbed Pedro by the coat. "We're all out of the water, Nikose! Let's do this thing, it's now or never!"

Fenris awaited electricity to course through the water and to see the effect, if any, it had on the Fembots who were working on starting the women's rights revolution.

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose did a handstand in the water and shuddered as he released a continuous pulse of electricity into the water, electocuting everything in contact with the water, sending shuddering pulses out. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming, as Demetrius watched from up high. The skin on Nikose's arms began to Burn and melt away and heal in place as he shuddered, and then he punched active the item summoner, pulling the power-enhancing crystal to him-

And with a sudden powerful surge, the floor beneath Nikose made a large CRACK, and there was a flash of bright light, and Nikose lay half concious, face down in the water, the electricity faded to naught.

[Melfice]

Melfice watched with interest as some residual electricity crackled in the water.
"What do you say, Indori? Wanna try?"
"Let's try, Melfice."

Melfice sank a toe into the water, and noticed nothing happened. He was insulated AT LEAST for this amount of electricity. The bots seemed out cold.

Melfice walked over to Nikose, and picked him up from the floor, by the scruff of his neck.

"Why not just fire a blast of lightning into the water, you dolt?"

[Ugainius]

Meanwhile:

Ugainius appeared to be floating through… white? “Oh come on, I can’t die. Well I can, but this is… so not dramatic enough.” “UGAINIUS” said a voice suddenly “YOU ARE TO BE REVIVED.” “Eh?” grunted the Dark Knight.
“YOU ARE TO BE REVIVED”
“Eh?”
“YOU’RE TO BE BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE, OKAY?”
“Oh; wait, why am I to be revived?”
“WELL…”
“I not good enough for the afterlife, huh? Well I’ve got a few things to say to you…”
“SILENCE. THINGS ARE HAPPENING, THE WHELLS OF CHANGE ARE IN MOTION…”
“Is that a cop-out answer?”
“YES.”
“Oh.”
“ANYWAY, GO DOWN TO EARTH, KILL A FEW FEMBOTS AND WE’LL GIVE YOU A NEW SWORD.”
“New sword eh? Fine though it better be a good one.”
“DON’T WORRY, WITH A PLOT HOLE THIS SIZE WE CAN ONLY GIVE THE BEST THAT’S AVAILABLE.”
“That makes no sense whatsoever.”
“GOODBYE UGAINIUS, AND REMEMBER: DON’T EAT THE YELLOW SNOW THAT’S WHERE THE HUSKEYS GO.”
"I will Voice, I will."

Ugainius awoke in the spa “Alright time to kick some fembot ASS!” he shouted before being decapitated by one nearby. He floated through white once more. “Erm, Voice how about a retry?”
“*SIGH*”

[PhoenixFlame]

And as Krylo began to attack Phoenixbot, whom in a suprisingly unprecedented move backflipped over the wind edge, rolling in midair to deflect both of his incoming rounds to the right and left, respectively, across her central axis. Yes, indeed, she had actually dodged an attack from Krylo, for the first time!

Of course, all was not well. All three of Krylo's attacks (And Phoenixbot, for that matter, fell backward into the rapidly expanding form of Rhiya the Large!Dragon. Noting the gambit's predicted course of expansion, Phoenixbot hatched a clever plan.

Shifting her left arm into a sawblade, she buried the rapidly-spinning blade-o-doom vertically across Rhiya's back, which, even if it didn't cut through her, would be sufficient to zip Phoenixbot vertically to relative saftey. (Where relative is in the maw of an angry chaos-dragon rather than outside the arena.)

As she did so, she snapped off another wave of crackling azure death at Krylo, whom she was now retreating from.

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Meanwhile, surrounding Phoenix's Quantum Waveform...

No less than fourty fembots were surrounding the technomagus, whom was in no mood for fighting weak massage droids. Going over her possible techniques, she briefly considered finding out their elemental weakness, but then immediately decided agaisnt it, and went straight to anti-robot techniques.

"Hyper Jammer!" She called, raising her hand device over her head, as it began to crackle with golden lightning. Simultaneously, all nearby fembots spasmed for a moment, and then fell over. They'd be back up soon, but it gave her time to escape. Although, a few managed to fall cleanly through her earlier portal, and materalized into the stands surrounding the coliseum, where they would surely begin wreaking havoc.

"Hey Pedro, wait up!" She called, dashing after the Negative Kamen.

[Karrrrrrrrrrrresche]

K36 had been spending alot of his life running.
running from the covenant, dragons, bears, rhinos, Fembots was just a new addition to his list.
Carrying Epyon in his right hand and peppering shotgun fire with his left he had knocked them down from 8 to 6, but he still didn't feel like fighting all of them with the two shells he had left.
As he ran he heard a voice, and though he had never heard it before, he knew it was Epyon. "Would you like me to help?"
"Yea, I don't have my armor, so anything you can do about that would be great." As soon as he finished saying it Epyon Bursted out, covering his hand and then his arm and then hardening into armor.
As soon as this finished, K36 turned around and delivered a punch into the face of the first Fembot. Pulling the shotgun back and ramming the barrel of the gun into the second, He pulled the trigger which broke through the skull of the fembot and then broke into the skull of the next one. Pulling his fist out of the skull of the first Fembot. He smiled to himself, "Triple Kill!"

[PyrosNine]

Pyros suddenly had a foreign thought. "He candy has. How do get candy from head him?". Admittedly, there was some interference, and some mindless word shuffling, but the meaning of the thought remained.

And then a thread fell on top of him.

The thought was lost forever, but Pyros did find that the thread contained some wonderfully pleasant discussions about whether or not Water Likes (a soul stealing cousin of the beaver) should be classified as a demon.

Pyros was all for them being called demons, but now was not the time.

Pyros hurled the thread off his back, roaring like godzilla.

"RArrraRrrrRarrraraRAAAAR!

See? Godzilla!...or a scratching turntable.....

"Alright! Who dropped that on me like a ton of bricks! T'was unsportsmanlike, dropping a thread on top of someone when he's not looking!"

Pyros proceeded to envelop the thread in a ball of fire, raising it above the ground and over his head. Looking through the arena amidst the rain of falling pie (which wasn't rain enough to dampen his powers) Pyros sought a target on which to vent.

As it happened, there was a giant snake named Monty who wasn't looking.

Compacting the thread in a fireythreadballo'doom, Pyros hurled it with vigor.

Even though the snake was playing the "Who's bigger?" game, it would still give it a mighty headache.

[Mesden]

For however infuriated, disappointed, confused and disgusted Mesden was, the overcoming emotion was...melancholy. So many negative emotions conflicted, and in the end, her decision was, "Ah, fuck it..."

She sighed a rather heavy, resigned breath, turned around and retrieved her discarded gear. After that, she decided to try and eliminate another before the lightning round could get started all over again. She scanned the area for what she hoped could be a fast elimination as long as she struck quickly and unerringly. With another quick traversing of the hostile area, Mesden made her way towards the cosplay girl and, without a word of notice and very surreptitiously, cleaved the area AB had been occupying in a large arc.

[Jeneralissimo]

Jen wandered over to Mauve and her cameraman. "Maybe I wasn't on the ball with raining pie, but I know about the Seaking." She whispered. "And while we're at it, I know about the stolen van and equipment as well. I can shut you down any time I want. And then this poor young man will be out of a job." She continued, looking at Ecurt. "If you ever want a real job, you know where to find me." And with that, she stalked off to her side of the press box.

[POS Industries]

As Fenris hoisted him up, Pedro was himself grabbed by Jimmy and a strange crystalline shard of something else as everyone quickly did their best to avoid horrible electrocution. The fembots, however, weren't as quick to avoid the attack and after a violent flash of light and various explosions, it became quiet.

But only for a moment.

As quickly as they were destroyed, more fembots began raising out of the hot tubs, pools, mud baths, closets, and busting through walls on a couple occasions. Furthermore, the obliteration of the fembots guarding the door merely resulting in a big smoking pile of destroyed robot parts now blocking the exit, so the lack of escape route problem continued to remain as the rising water problem also unfortunately failed to cease as a major issue.

"Okay, we definitely need to shut down the replicators," Pedro sighed, dropping back down into the water, "If you guys can cover us, Jimmy and I should be able to make our way to the manual shutdown system."

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Back at the arena, the red arrow finally slowed to a stop, the roulette falling on Incendius, who vanished almost instantaneously as he was teleported to the deathtrap that used to be the POS Industries company spa.

As the red roulette arrow started up again, Rei called out, "Ten down and six to go! Where we stop, nobody knows!"

[TheBlindMime]

TBM's leg rushed over the very edge of the circular arena only to stop just before disqualification and a sudden trip to a formerly relaxing circle of hell. No one had chased him, yet his bell rang when he reached the edge. "I would be in danger if I left the arena?" He pondered aloud as he drew his leg back and took a firmer stance on the ring.

He heard the automaton Rei call out above him, "Ten down and six to go! Where we stop, nobody knows!"

"Six more need to be eliminated for me to move forward with no risk of roulette doom, that is if I still want to stay." This day had been a very odd one for TBM, when he woke up this morning he was just a man who was on a very suicidal trip into a tournament. Now he had powers he didn't completely understand and a chance to be a contender. "I'm going for it."

TBM charged straight towards his first target with a mighty bellow that drew his opponents attention from his current quarry, a blueberry pie. He'd had a problem with that bear ever since... well never really but it was fun to dream. "TRANSFORM!" As TBM discovered through the use of his powers he didn't need to say this, but he like to. *POOF* Through the sudden swirling smoke charged forward one of TBM's favorite creatures from his childhood.

A Triceratops. He was fully intent on knocking the bear right out of that ring in one fell swoop. And then maybe parading around as a dinosaur for a while. Maybe.

[POS Industries]

As TBM rushed toward it, the bear looked up from the pie it was just finishing up and growled, standing tall on its hind legs as it let out a mighty roar at the charging dinosaur.

BEAR used ROAR!
THEBLINDMIME fled from battle!

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[Fenris]

Fenris decided that enough was enough. Irium moved everybody out of the way of what he was planning to do next. Waving his banstick, Fenris pulled a thread like a locomotive through the wall behind the blocked exit. This caused three things to happen.


The fembot bits and pieces and bodies were sent flying in every direction across the room.
The doorway was now much bigger.
The water level lowered as the water flooded out into the halls at a quicker rate.

"This lowered water level won't last forever! Quick, Pedro and Jimmy, go!"

'I'm ready to fight some more Fembots, Fenry!'

'We all are, Irium. Let's do this!'

And so, Fenris jumped back into holding the Fembots at bay with the sword, as Irium took out rows of them with their own bodies as ammunition.

[PyrosNine]

Pyros landed upon the triceratop's back, as he was summoned by it's sheer awesomeness. Of course, to be fair, he'd always been more fond of the stegosaurus but it wasn't like Mime would listen to him now. He's a dinosaur, and dinosaurs don't take lip from no one!

"Heyo Mime, pleasure to see you here! So watcha doin, besides stepping on my shapeshifter turf? Though, I must say, a triceratops suits you. I think. Either that or one of those guys that hit things with their heads. Umm...Head-hit o'saurus or something."

Pyros bent over Mime's head to look him in the eyes. "Say, that bear is quite the annoying! Wanting people to settle down with a family and live productive lives? Truely, there is only one thing for us to do: Team up, and destroy it!"

[Incendius]

A shame... Was Incendius thought as he found himself teleported into the spa room. What a way to go out, not through being beaten by a worthy adversary, but but a stroke of possibly random luck.

Quickly, Incendius noticed the frantic activity around his arrival area. I was wondering what the all the emotion coming from here was caused by. I thought it might have been at annoyance from losing. If only I had had a chance to fully analyze it. Ah well, now lets see what exactly I can do here.

Not much. The floating half mask admitted Those fembots are mechanical, and at the moment my ability to effect the physical world is no where near its normal potency. If only I had my focusing crystal back... it would at least reverse the effects of losing my body.

Until then, the thought being decided to spend his efforts as a coordinator. Floating over to the furiously fighting Fenris, Incendius sent If you wish, I will coordinate your thoughts with the rest of the team's, and with connect them to Pedro's as well. Seeing as he is not present, I assume he's trying to fix this yes?

Simaltaneously Incendius spread out his mind in search of Pedro, and when he found him would contact him much the same way he did Fenris.

[TheBlindMime]

TBMeratops had picked out a nice home with a picket fence in downtown Columbus Ohio when Pyros landed atop his mighty back. Despite TBM's innermost thoughts of running away to find a bride and raising some young'uns Pyros was a catalyst for doing quite the opposite. As Pyros so often was.

In fact Pyros was more right about that Bear then anything ever in his entire life, he was really annoying! TBMeratops let out a mighty rage-filled roar that could only come from a Triceratops, which as it happens sounded a lot like a bicycle horn but no matter, thanks to Pyros he now had the power to jump back into battle!

Pyros chose TBMeratops!
TBMeratops uses horn drill!

[PyrosNine]

"Go! For great victory! Also, I'm going to start yelling at the top of my lungs now, so you can hear nothing but the sound of my sweet, Siren-like voice! Ergo, no Roar can affect you!"

Pyros tapped his throat. "Eh-hem. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

[POS Industries]

TBMeratops attacked with its Horn Drill, the pendant around the bear's neck randomly began glowing, and a magic shield deflected the attack. The bear found itself enraged that its feeding on pie was continuing to be interrupted, and swiped its claws at the offending attackers.

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"This lowered water level won't last forever! Quick, Pedro and Jimmy, go!"

"Thanks, Hobo!" Pedro called out behind him as he grabbed Jimmy and made his way to the override controls. The cane in his right hand was a most serviceable weapon indeed, as he had little difficulty tearing through the mob of fembots. However, the mob was getting quite a bit thicker as he plowed on, and he only hoped he'd be getting some cover fire while he pushed through.

And his socks were still soaked. Man, that's uncomfortable....

[Bailey]

Keyman now had no pants.

One would not normally think that this was a problem for a being made of shadows, but the same teleporter which had stolen his pants had also given him boxers with Barney the Dinosaur on.

Keyman was not amused.

And then the fembots attacked. "Oh, uh, battle? I choose... First Aid, Penultima, and Sprint for my spells, increased magicalness for decreased toughness and increased combo chain for decreased base attack power as my stances, and I'll take three relife gems as my items."

He began hauling off on Fembots with the Adaptive, and as he struck more and more, his keyblade changed subtly to maximize damage against fembots. Then he got the headband back.


Keyman grinned to himself and began REALLY letting the mayhem fly.

By the time he caught up with the present, he was doing better than fairly well, being able to inflict 9A5F damage on a fembot with a single blow.

"Hey Pedro, want our help getting through this mob? We'll help if you give us our pants back."

[Fenris]

A stray fembot arm flew and cleared out a row of Fembots impeding Pedro's path. In fact, Fenris thought that Irium would be most useful away from him.

'Fold yourself according to my thoughts!'

'Let me decipher this... you want me to fold myself into a certain form of triangle, right Fenry?'

'We call it a "paper airplane" and I'm going to throw you over to Pedro, he needs your assistance in clearing out those fembots.'

'Okay then, Fenry!'

Irium made the necessary adjustments, and Fenris threw him to Pedro, with a shout of "Pedro! Catch!"

Fenris returned to mauling the fembots, and utilizing the return feature of the boomerhammer, well, returned it to his possession. (OOC: Hawk, you still have it too, so if you want to use it, then by all means just take it.)

Fenris spun in a beautiful cyclone of death, throwing his hammer and circular slashing with his sword. What a downright gorgeous display of gratuitous violence.

Sometime during the tornado death cycle, Fenris told Incendius, "I already have enough voices in my head, I don't need everybody's. Thank you for the offer, though."

To further enunciate his point, the two voices in his head spoke up.

'Yo.'

'Yo.'

[PyrosNine]

"Whatever, bear! I'll show you a dragon punch! Triceratops-mounted Shoryuken!"

Pyros proceeded to put his years of forward, down, down-forward and punch to the test, and gave a massive punch from atop the TBMteratops.

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[Krylo]

Krylo ducked under Phoenix's blow, diving behind the growing chaos dragon's tail for cover.

Once the plasma was no longer a danger, Krylo jumped up onto Rhiya's tail and began running up it seemingly in pursuit of the android, reaching out to catch the Wind Edge's return as he did so.

"Hey! Truce! We have bigger problems right now! You take the giant snake and I'll attempt to deal with this one! If we don't get rid of them we'll both end up ringed out!" Krylo shouted to Phoenixbot as he flipped open his revolver and expelled the empty cartridges as well as a few still usable armor piercing rounds. He let the empty shells fall to the ground and pocketed the unused ones, while digging out some hollowpoint rounds.

[Arhra]

Arhra watched the fight with a growing sense of detachment from her vantage point about a third of the way up Rhiya's neck. Almost all aerial combat was over now - the only airborne people were Black and Raven. It was kind of nice up here...

She was quite shocked to suddenly look back and see Phoenixbot racing along, using the skittering resistance of her buzzsaw to traverse Rhiya's diamond flanks at startling speed, firing a flame-like diffuse cascade of excited particles from her partially dismantled PPC at a pursuing Krylo.

It distracted her from seeing Pyros chuck a flaming thread at Monty until it was too late, that could put a serious cramp in the plan. But, she did spy an interesting conflict, the bear fighting Pyros and what looked like TBM, if he had been born as a triceratops.

"Whatever, bear! I'll show you a dragon punch! Triceratops-mounted Shoryuken!" Pyros yelled at it, racing forwards to make his attack.

"Oh, I can go one better than that," Arhra muttered, sensing opportunity, "Rhiya!" she called up at the dragon's head, thumping a hand on Rhiya's neck to get her attention, "We must protect the bear! Punch the dinosaur!"

Krylo ran up after Phoenix and then, it seemed, he realised the dangers posed by expanding reptiles, proposing an alliance with his foe. She was lucky it had been yelled.

"Damnit." Arhra said, "I should have remembered that trying to sit out of the battle never works. It is just asking for bad luck! I've gotten lazy." Calling a coil of as yet undirected energy up and curling it around her arm, she jumped, sliding down the slope of Rhiya's neck. At the base, she jerked back up to a standing position, skidding to a halt.

The pair were probably surprised to have an Arhra coming out of nowhere, but it didn't stop them pointing weapons at her. Arhra assessed the position - she was just behind the shoulders and they were back near the rump. It should give her enough distance to dodge.

"Hello you two," Arhra said, trying to look nonviolent. "I believe I have a proposition for you." she clasped her hands together, a sly, confiding expression on her face. "You're right. People on the floor will be easily ringed out with giant reptiles taking up all the space. But, up here, we're safe. With a little effort, we can stop anyone we don't like getting up here and all end up in the finale eight." she finished enticingly, "What do you say?"

She considered a possible response. "And if I feel so much as one bullet hit me, I'll come over there and pull your lungs through your nostrils." Arhra said in conclusion. She knew Phoenixbot probably didn't have lungs, but she'd find a way.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya had a choice between putting off her attack against Black or getting toothache.

Rhiya chose option C: Neither of the above – or, in more gamish terms: GG
Her enormous jaws snapped shut, enclosing RMB entirely. There was the sound of a gigantic throat going to work at the difficult prize.

RMB let loose with his water spell, aiming down Rhiya’s eatin’ tube, seeking out her lungs, unsuspecting that he is about to be sorely disappointed.

The water rushed down, down, until…
Despite his best efforts, as RMB hurtled down Rhiya’s throat via peristalsis, the water just went on going, never seeming to fill up anything, just going and going.

Then he found out why.

Rhiya had no lungs. In fact, save for the fact that there’s a tube leading from Rhiya’s mouth to where her stomach SHOULD be, Rhiya is distinctly wanting in certain other regions, namely, other organs of squishiness. Even the oesophagus crunched down on him in their diamond-hard fury, his tentacly metal barely withstanding the crushing power driving him ever-downward.

And then he reached where a dragon’s stomach would normally be, except that in Rhiya’s case, it wasn’t. Instead, RMB stared into the ever-hungry gaping jaw of a Point of Singularity contained within Rhiya’s very belly.

Then there was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly RMB was outside, still falling at the same velocity as he was when he reached Rhiya’s stomach (ie: throw a ball straight at the ground fast).

If he didn’t correct his flight path immediately, he was definitely going to make a crater outside the arena ring.

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Rhiya looked around, and grumbled with disappointment.
“Damnit, it happened again!” She turned around, copping a face full of pie in the proce—
Wait… PIE?!

“π!!!!” Rhiya screamed and opened her mouth wide.