Roleplay:Trials of Conquest

The Trials of Conquest is a large battle arena constructed entirely of glass and marble; this is one of the main coliseums constructed in order to test the powers and finesse of this generation's greatest warriors. The coliseum was constructed years ago as a training ground for athletes, but after Saizo's refurbishment, it is now what it stands for today.

Restriction Notice (Please read first)
There are sveeral restrictions on characters in terms of abilities and such and, in which case, they will be denied to participate in the Trials of Conquest. These include, but are not limited to;


 * Invincible or invulnerable; characters who cannot die, take damage or otherwise have an absolute passive defense will be denied entrance into the Trials of Conquest. This also includes higher forms such as Super Forms.
 * Characters that have instant kill abilities or techniques with no drawbacks or virtually uncountable drawbacks will be denied into this RP.
 * Characters who can do, quite literally, anything and everything will be denied into the RP.
 * Users who have an extensive history with godmodding may be denied entrance into the Trials of Conquest.
 * Characters who have no or very little abilities at the time of a match' creation will have those abilities; this also means that any characters who have no listed abilities will have none whatsoever. However, if a character has no abilities I will be asking the character's author about any abilities, if any exist. If they refuse to divulge information, they will either be removed from the match or the match will continue but with no abilities; in the latter case, if any abilities are used in the match, you will be removed from the roleplay and suspended for a certain amount of time if not indefinitely.

Info, Rules and Regulations
A user must first post in the Lobby, requesting a certain match, either against an NPC or User. If it is against an NPC, an NPC will be generated according to the skill level chosen (see Skill Levels). If a User is chosen, both participants must accept the match; this can be done through your own Talk Pages, or in the Lounge section.

All matches are watched over by me (Guyviroth) and all questions or complaints from any parties must be told to me as to avoid any User/User conflicts. There is no strict rules against godmodding or powerplaying, although extensive use will result in penalized points, premature ends to battles or, in severe cases, ban from this roleplay.

The aim of each match is to kill or otherwise incapacitate your opponent to which they concede the fight; this will result in a victory. However, please note that the overall objective is not to win but to develope your skills as a roleplayer, although winning is a bonus. When a character is killed, don't worry; On hand Dragon Clan priests will be there to ressurect you after the match.

Each match is determined on seven categories; Offensive, Defensive, Damage, Strategy, Style, Etiquette and Victory. Offense is the amount of time you spend on the offensive; Defensive is the amount of time you spend defending; Damage is the amount of damage you deal and take; Strategy is the actions you perform in a post to determine your tactics; Style is the length of your posts and the amount of detail in them; Etiquette is the amount of good sportsmanship in your posts such as taking hits, not godmodding, not making up stuff on the spot etc; and Victory is granted if you win.

Each category gives a maximum amount of 200 points, except for Victory which gives a fixed amount of 300 points. However, too much defensive, damage taken and bad etiquette will result in loss of points instead of a gain in points. A maximum amount of 1500 points can be gained per fight.

As you gain more points, you will raise in rank; the higher your rank, the more it shows as a value of your experience as a roleplayer. The ranks are Starter, Amateur, Beginner, Trainee, Practicioner, Advanced, Experienced, Veteran, Artisan, Master, and God. These ranks need a certain amount of points as well as evidence of improved roleplay skills.

There will be no talkplaying on either this pages sections (except for the Lounge) or this RP's discussion page; doing so will result in penalized points or ban for a set duration of time. In relation to this, the discussion page will only be used for any questions one might have about this roleplay or anything in relation to this roleplay, as well as any complaints one may have.

No one is allowed to post in any fight sections apart from the contestants of that fight and me, in case there's a violation of rules or otherwise.

The lobby section must contain only a fighter signing up for a specific match; no talkplay or spam must be posted there.

The Lounge is the only section where talkplay is allowed; however, the top half of the lounge section will be cleared every 2 weeks on a Sunday evening.

When five or more finished battles are present, they will be removed from the Battleground section and archived on a seperate blog page for those to see.

A Character that is owned by one person can be used by another person if given permission; however, if the second party's character challenges the other character to a match, that second character must be controlled by the original creator.

Starters

 * Twister the Fox (Played by Twist) [300 pts] [0 Wins / 1 Loss]
 * Meta-Fox (Played by Twist) [250 pts] [0 Wins / 1 Loss]
 * Kasumi the Panda (Played by Famotill)
 * Ming-Ming the Panda (Played by Famotill)
 * Shamia the Meerkat (Played by Famotill)
 * Shiva the Fox (Played by Famotill)
 * Alexandra the Bat (Played by Famotill)
 * Kairu the Bat (Vamp)
 * Kyle the Hedgehog (Vamp)
 * Umbra the Hedgehog (Vamp)
 * Hyve the Hedgehog (Vamp)
 * Casey the Rabfox (Vamp)
 * Cindy "Cindi" Rose (Vamp)
 * Smash The Echidna (Played by Smash The Echidna)
 * Kyle Tyris The Hedgehog (Played by Smash The Echidna)
 * Sango The Raccoon (Played by Gamergirl304)

Amateurs

 * Abumi Anko the Panda (Played by Famotill) [1000 pts] [1 Wins / 0 Loss]

Skill Levels
Amateur (This is the lowest category for starting off characters or those who have not roleplayed much before. You will be given information on your opponent before the start of the match.)

Beginner (A step from Amateur; the opponent's are slightly tougher than usual, but nothing that should be overwhelming. You will be given information on your opponent before the start of the match.)

Trained (These NPCs are trained in the art of combat and are quite difficult. They have a certain amount of tactical knowledge, so some advance gameplay will be needed. You will be given information on your opponent before the start of the match.)

Advanced (Powerful and durable, these characters are diverse in approach, and so caution is necessary. They have diverse knowledge in combat, so good tactics are vital. No information will be given to you about your opponent)

Diverse (Nothing can escape their sight, there opponents are deadly and relentless; it seems nothing works well against them, so great power and strategy is the key. No information will be given to you about your opponent)

Mobian (As it suggests, you will face one of the many existing characters within the Sonic Universe. They will be controlled by me, and are difficult to defeat. No information will be given to you about your opponent)

Nightmare (Step up from Mobian, these characters are nigh on impossible to defeat, but perhaps you have the skill to do it. No information will be given to you about your opponent)

God (This is an endurance battle against the Five Hands of God; Nexus, Guyviroth, Samanexum, Gai'Vahros and finally Saizo. All four of them are legendarily powerful. If you can win, you are truly a God. No information will be given to you about your opponent)

Ranks
Starter (Default rank)

Amateur (Need 1000 pts)

Beginner (Need 2000 pts)

Trainee (Need 3000 pts)

Practicioner (Need 5000 pts + 10 fights)

Advanced (Need 10,000 pts + My approval)

Experienced (Need 20,000 pts + 25 fights)

Veteran (Need 30,000 pts + 20 Victories)

Artisan (Need 50,000 pts + 50 fights)

Master (Need 75,000 pts + 100 fights + 50 Victories + My approval)

God (Need 100,000 pts + beat God Skill Level)

Lobby
Abumi:I would like to enter a challenge please!

Over the counter looks Trey the Mouse with pale white color; his hair is shoulder length with various accessories along his arms. After signing a few papers, he looks up at the client. "Wow, didn't think word would spread this quick..." The mouse muttered, looking at the requestee cheerfully. "Well, you can either apply against one of our many fighter under these skills categories," Trey pointed at a chart next to him with all of the difficulties of the challenges. "Or you can face another person here in the lobby. So, what will it be?"

Abumi:I shall prove myself through rankings.I will begin with the novice or amateur level, and I shall work my way up! *Bows*

Trey nodded and took out a piece of paper from one of the trays from under the counter and started filling it out, marking down Abumi's name, the opponent's name, as well as a date and time stamp for archival purposes. "Okay, amateur... I see..." Trey finished writing it up and signed it off. "Well, in corrospondance to customs, I should explain about your opponent. He is a crackshot with his bow; very fast, so I hear. He has a number of different attacks such as slowing you and poisoned arrows, as well as a number of traps he can use; these traps are special in which you can't see them until you trigger one off, so remain cautious. He has a pet that he usually battles with, but because you signed for amateur, he won't be using it... in fact, he probably won't even need it, eh?" Trey said with a chuckle, turning the paper to Abumi. "Just sign here, then we can get started on your battle."

Abumi:*Gives Trey at "That wasn't funny" kind of cold look, she then signs the paper*

Trey smiles sweetly then sarcastically, before taking the paper from her. "Oh come on darling, I don't mean it." He takes the paper and files it in one of the cabinets and then starts to type into the database the info on the paper before sending it through. "Hmmm okay, your match should be up shortly, so take a seat while the match is being sorted. Oh and, best of luck."

(A cloud of gold particles swirl into the room, and forms into the shape of a gold hedgehog, with Silver spines, wearing faded tan shoes and a tan trenchcoat.)

???: We would like to sign up. Trained, please.

Trey turned, noticing only one hedgehog, and pulled a confused look. "We? Eh, nevermind..." He thought the guy of a nutjob, but this was probably some paranormal phenominom much like Saizo. He pulled out a sheet of paper and dated it, but stopped a third of the way and looked up. "Name?"

???: Our name is Hyve the Hedgehog.

"Righto... Hyve..." Trey jotted down the name and filled out the rest of the paperwork, jotting down the name of his opponent as well. "Well then, your opponent; he's a spacialmancer; someone who can manipulate space, although he's not very adept to it, but nonetheless he is very tactical and unpredictive; it would be in your best interest to watch for his moves before you attack first. Anyway, having said that..." Trey signed the paper and then gave it to Hyve. "Sign here, then you're free to fight."

Hyve: (nods, and signs the paper)

A black and grey Raccon walks in looking around. "Hey there Im Sango! Could I sign up for a fight?"

"Damn it's getting busy today..." Trey muttered. He placed his pen on the stand next to him on the desk, on it was a list of all of the skill levels. "Pick one and then we can get started."

Twister: *going through the door and shuts it* I'm here to get the registration, yeash my cousin is making me enter and he's on is way to nearly destory me *gets to the line*

"Huh, the amount of people who just can't read..." Trey muttered under his breath, leaning to Twister. "Pick a skill level, then we can proceed with the paperwork."

Twister: mobian, thats all I'm doing for now thank you

Trey snickers, very audibly, and then leaned behind the counter for a sheet of paper, writing down Twister's name, stamping the time and date and signing it before handing it over to Twister. "Sign here, then you can get on with the spectacle."

Twister: *signs the paper* thank you good sir *gives him a 5 dollar bill* that's for doing your job....

Grasping the note, he stretches it to make sure it's an actual bill and not some flimsy piece of paper, then smiles as he takes the paper as well. He rights down his opponent's name before filing it away. "Well, unlike other categories, you won't be finding out your opponent until you get to the arena. Please proceed to the battleground when your matchup has been created. In the meantime, take a seat." He then turned, waiting for his other client's response.

Twister: okay....*nods then gets to his seat*

Meta-Fox: *now coming in* so this is registration right?

Trey looked over, kicking his feet off the counter and wheeled his chair forwards "Yeah it is. What skill level would you like?"

Meta-Fox: I'm starting with amateur...it WOULD eb a disgrace starting with a high-level match like mobian....

"Ah, someone with a good mind set." Trey remarked, taking out a piece of paper and dating it with the time stamp before writing down the person's name and his opponent. "The opponent is not all that great in terms of strength, though prolonging the match would be considered stupid. I've heard he uses various seals to attack the opponent and hinder their movements, and carrying out the match for far too long would result in a lockdown; you can't do anything; can't move, can't attack, so forth; you'll be forced to give up. So, my advice; finish as quick as you can. Anyway, just sign here." Trey gave the paper to Meta along with the pen.

Meta-Fox: okay I will since I'll give him a lashing he won't forget *signs the note and he sits down in his seat*

Both a blue echidna and a cyan hedgehog came into the lobby, both with a determined look about them. "This is it. Are you sure you can do this, Smash?" The hedgehog asked. Smash shrugged. "There's only one way to find that out. But I'm ready to take on anything that comes up." The hedgehog looked around the lobby. "It looks as if warriors from all around the world have gathered here.." He said. Smash looked at him. "And what about you, Kyle? Can you do this?" Smash asked him, looking concerned. Kyle thought about it before answering. "..It is just as you said. There is only one way to find out. This is the ultimate test of skills, right here in this colosseum." He looked over at Smash. "And should we have to face eachother on the battle field, Know that I will not hold anything back." Smash nodded. "And neither will I. C'mon, Lets do this." Smash walked over to the registration counter, with Kyle right behind him. "I'm in." He said. "I'll start at the first level, as usual."

"Ah, yes, okay," Trey stuttered, trying to find the right paper to fill in. He dated and stamped it and signed Smash' name on the document, along with his opponent. "Okay, sign here, then I shall explain about your opponent."

Smash nodded and took the pen, quickly signing the paper before returning it to him. "So, Who am I up against?"

"hmmm..." Trey was in thought; he checked the name on the database but didn't get any more than what was on their profile sheet. "Unfortunately there's not much information; just that he's a dragon species mobian with a large sword; apparently is some sort of mercenary, so you shouldn't be in too much trouble; keep your guard up anyway."

"A Sword, huh..? Hmm..." He said silently to himself. "Well, Alright. Thanks man." He stepped to the side to let the next person enter, which happened to be the friend he was talking to when he entered the building, Kyle. As Smash headed towards his match, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit worried. Fighting people with swords wasn't exactly his idea of a picnic. But from the way the receptionist spoke of him, he shouldn't be too much of a problem. Even so, Precautiouns was one thing he never overlooked.

"I would like to enter..." The hedgehog asked. "But, may I get a brief summary of the rules, please? This is my first time in an arena."

"Rules huh? K, let me think... Oh right; fight till one person is dead or otherwise incapacitated or gives up. How, having said that, what skill level would you like to enter?"

Kyle tilted his head to the side. "Skill level...? Well..I suppose I should start at the beginning. Rushing headfirst into an unknown powerful opponent is a sure way to die."

"Righto." Trey leaned behind and got the paper he needed. He stamped the date and time as well as Kyle's name and his opponent. "Well your opponent is quite powerful but nothing overly dramatic... well, maybe slightly... okay, a lot. Anyway, he uses Chaos Energy due to some sort of G.U.N. created machinery developed recently; they're in the experimental stage so each attack is not guaranteed to be as strong as the last, or indeed even work. However, because they are unstable they could create a much more stronger Chaos attack than what may be already known. Keep cautious and don't be too reckless. Anyway, just sign here."

Sango looked over the list of skill levels. "Hmm... I guess Ill go with Beginner. "

Kyle took the paper and pen, signing the paper with a very delicate signature before handing it back. "Thank you. I will keep that information in mind." He turned to walk towards the ring where his match was being held. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. Smash got it easy, while he was fighting someone who's power was unstable.

"Ah, beginner then? Okay, darlin..." He leaned back on his chair and pulled out the document for beginner; it was a shock that she would not pick amateur; maybe the title of the difficulty is a bit patronizing. He dated and time stamped the document, also writing down her name and her opponent's. "Right, so your opponent... Like you, he's a raccoon, but don't let that hinder your performance. He's an avid surfer, and has the manipulation of water to match; he's not all that great at either though, so it should be no problem. Anyways, just sign here."

"Ok" Sango grabbed a pen and singed the paper. "Alright Im ready to fight!"

Lounge
Kasumi:*Looking at the closing of Abumi vs. Jaeger* Good job sis. *Grabs the handle of his large gun* I won't be losing either.

Meta-Fox: like how my cousin and I lost to both a woman and a ninja?

(Abumi re-entered the room. She was healed like Jaeger was.)

Kasumi:*Slow clap*

Abumi:Your here! *Runs and gives her brother a hug.*

Kasumi:Good match *Pats his sister on the back as she hugs him*

Abumi:So you are competing too?

Kasumi:Yup.

Kasumi:*Kasumi threw the gun he had (which was very large) over he shoulder, he then let out a jealous snort* What is it?
 * "I thought I would find you here..." A voice echoed from behind; Saizo, the Coliseum's creator, appeared face to face infront of Abumi; it was almost an intimidating presence, but his calm stance and facial expression, but it was also a great honor to of met him. "My lady, I wanted to congratulate you in person for putting on such a great match; I can see you in our hall of fame in the coming years... However, on a personal note, I wait anxiously for the chance to fight you... you have studied the way of the Ninja; a technique I believe died several hundred years ago when I first started practicing it." It was almost scary to think about this guy; he had lived for centuries according to his story; he must be immensely powerful. "Oh, and before I forget, I want you to have this..." Saizo offered Abumi a special Kunai; it was made of solid gold with a special seal engraved on it. It began to resonate a bright color of chakra once Saizo held it, and then changed when Abumi touched it. "This is one of my kunai; it's special in which it is linked to your chakra. If you will it, you can transport your body to the location of the kunai, and vice versa. Anyway, have fun with the rest of the tournament." With that, Saizo left the lounge, going back to spectate the other matches.

Abumi:He just said it nimrod...-_-'

Kasumi:*Threatining*Watch it, sis.

Abumi:Well it certainly is an intresting device, a golden kunai....hmmm.


 * (Famo-Mind if I add that to her weapons section?)

(Of course)

Abumi vs Jaeger (Finished)

 * The announcer appears to the crowd on a small podium with a microphone in hand; the crowd cheering as the first fight of the Trial of Conquest kicks off. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Trial of Conquest!" With that, he turns to the north entrance with a hand extended. "A now, for the opponent; the Marksman of Death, Jaeger the Jaguar!"

Jaeger appears from the entrance; his body is bare besides a pair of leather shorts and a small tunic; a quiver on his back filled with arrows with his bow at the ready. "Come on, let's make this quick!" He yelled, taunting the opposition while the crowd cheers.

"And the challenger, Abumi!"

Abumi:*Thinking* Better keep myself a mystery, don't need him plotting against me straight away *Abumi keeps all her weapons hidden, she then bows to Jaeger, and takes a fighting stance* I hope you don't plan on a simple fight. *Thinking* ''That guy at the counter said this guy was fast with that bow, I have to watch out for that. The traps can be countered quiet simply, by using my bo staff as a balance to keep myself elavated the trick is figuring out where he's placed them.*''


 * "Heh, don;t give me that nonsense..." He was quite a sassy person, this Jaeger; possibly a bit overconfident. He quickly, almost unnoticably, reaches back for an arrow, and loads it against the string of his bow and then lifts it. "Pow." Jaeger exclaimed in a humourous manner, before lowering his bow. "Too quick? Get used to it", he snarled with a toothy grin. afterwards, the announcer called for the start of the match and the crowd began cheering; some for Jaeger and some for Abumi. Jaeger kneeled down and then grazed his hands across the soil. "Hmmm... slightly disturbed... this should be fine..." He said while standing up; his remark was a bit farfetched, but nothing could be taken to chance. "So, show me what you got, babe."

Abumi:*Thinking* I Musn't get angry that's what he wants *Keeps here eyes on where he felt the ground, she summons her bo-staff, she appears to have memerized where felt the ground. Shuriken fly from her sleeve. She tests his agility. She must observe him to know where she stands in the fight*


 * Jaeger smirked as a few kunai proceeded towards him, but he merely lifted the bow and splayed his fingers outwards, and doing so created three other arrows; he let go of the string, with each arrows hitting the shuriken out of the sky, but one arrow specifically did not stop in its tracks and proceeded to travel towards Abumi as a good speed, ready to pierce her chest.

Abumi:*Smirks as she lifts her bo-staff. She spins it in a very fast motion deflecting the arrow, she rushes foward this time sending foward kunai. She appears to charge at Jaeger but instead jumps over him using her staff in a helicopter blad like fashion. The kunai charge straight at Jaeger.*


 * "Ah crap!" Jaeger remarked, as his rolled out of the way of the kunai, tumbling to the ground. he held himself up with two hands before rolling onto his back and grasping a green arrow from his quiver and shot at towards Abumi's leg while she was flying in the air.

Abumi:*Is hit with the arrow in her leg* They are fast, she thought. *However Abumi used this as a way to crash down using her pole to try, and hit Jaeger with extreme force.*


 * Jaeger wasn't paying much attention to her moves, and ended up getting a face full of staff before collapsing to the ground with great force, but had the time to roll away from Abumi as well. he smirked as he saw the arrow in her leg, placing his hand on the ground to keep himself steady; that would of probably concussed him if he was anyone else. "Damn you..." he snarled, rubbing his face; there wasn't any blood, but he felt numb. "It doesn't matter... that arrow was coated in one of my anesthetic poisons... You will begin to lose feeling in your leg in a short while. After I take out both of your legs, you'll only be able to crawl after me while I pick you off from a distance." He readies his bow, this time drawing out several orange arrows. He loaded one upon the string whilst holding the others. "Let the fun begin!" he exclaimed, firing off the arrow towards Abumi's arm.

Abumi:*She is somewhat worried, but tries not to show it. She summons forth Kasuga, and deflects each arrow, thinking* ''I have to end this one quick, I can do without a leg for now, but I can't afford to get it. He's got me on defense I have to swing this back around before it's too late.'' *She throws a good 3 kunai at Jaeger. She thenuses her Kagecho Glider to soar through the sky. Whilst the kunai fly towards Jaefger, he'll have to defend himself. She then flies overhead of Jaeger, she unleashed more kunai at him. Within the mix of kunai, Abumi throws the same poison arrow hoping it still had poison. Even if he could block the arrow, he probably couldn't dodge all of the kunai. She uses the uses the Kagecho Glider to fly behind him throwing a few more kunai, this time adding shuriken. She did this all in impressive time, so far the posion showed no signs of spreading throughout the leg.*


 * It was an interesting state of affairs at the moment, and his opponent proved she was more than capable, but that didn't mean Jaeger was inexperienced enough to get caught. As Abumi threw her kunai at both air and ground level, Jaeger just ducked and rolled fowards, seeing as both points of contact from the kunai where at a single point and not in an area. As she landed behind him, Jaeger flipped up and fired more orange arrows at her. However, only a few arrows managed to get passed the kunai, while some of them clashed with her projectiles. Although, a stray shuriken managed to find its way passed and pierced through his shoulder. He knew not to take it out should he suffer from blood loss.

Abumi:*Abumi did two backflips, but she yelped slightly in pain. The poison had started to take affect.* Time to finish this *Abumi said this as she summoned forthher Uryu and began to spin around. After gaining massive momentum, Abumi launched it in Jaeger's direction. Though with a limp, Abumi managed to run at an amazing speed, and jump on the sword. The large sword provided a large platform for Abumi to stand on as she controlled it like a board. It speeds by heading straight for Jaeger as it comes close, Abumi jumps with her body facing the roof she summons the Kagecho Glider onto her back as she just barerly glides over him. She lands right behind him and grabs his back* Give up.


 * "Not likely..." Jaeger smirked as she landed behind him. Shifting forwards, he dragged her to wear there was his hand print, triggering off the trap he had secretly placed; the trap set off and caused a jet of flame to shoot out and scorch her body, but also causing the material she was clenching to burn away, releasing him. As he fell, he rolled underneath the sword as it flew overhead and towards Abumi.

Abumi:*Abumi summoned her Bo-Staff and the Uryu dissapeared. She fanned away most of the flames, though getting hit by a few. She Took the ribbons from her hair, and one around the cut on her leg, and the other around the burn mark. The pain increased ever so slightly, however it felt like an inmeasurable amount to Abumi. However Abumi could tell the battle was still not over, she wouldn't lose here, not this early. She had to prove herself, as a woman, and prove to everyone that she was a warrior. She wasn't just fighting for the tornament, but to become stronger, and to show everyone that nothing, not even injuries can stop her. She began to pant slightly.* It's time to end this *Abumi clasped her hands together. The arena rumbled, multiple weapons appeared, all of her weapons, with hundreds, near thousands, of kunai and shuriken. They all stood above her.* You made this a timed battle, well now the time is in my favor. *At least 50 kunai shot out at Jaeger, it seemed Abumi did want this to end, she had brought forth one of her strongest attacks*


 * "It's now or never!" Jaeger swung the bow and, within a flash, changed into a long-handle sword; the bow was its handle but the blade was at equal length. Charging it, he dodged, blocked and parried as many kunai as he could, but he was getting hit regardless; shuriken pierced his legs, a kunai skinned across his choulder, and another pierced into his side. When he got as close as he could, he took a lunge towards Abumi's abdomen, aiming to strike her stomach, granting a painful strike and a slow killing blow.

Abumi:Check-mate~Body Improsonment! *Abumi managed to jump away though getting hit slightly, the weapons crashed down attempting to pierce through/crush Jaeger. Abumi held her stomach in slight pain. It was close, he had almost completely got that deadly blow. She began panting as the smoke clouded the area where Jaeger had hopefully been put to waste. Abumi had waited for him to get close, knowing that she couldn't keep up this battle of "dodgeball" forever. Then she struck him down, do where as even if he did survive he would most likely be trapped underneath the weight of all of her weapons. Just to be sure however, Abumi summoned her Bo-Staff and used it as a platform, she couldn't risk setting off his last trap before that smoke cleared. However when Abumi did summon her staff the other weapons did not dissapear.*


 * The weapons came crashing down, as Jaeger did nothing but tried to cover whatever he could with his sword. One after another the weapons crashed like a meteorite; the ground shoot and the earth began to crack and crumble under the pressure, until five cracks in the ground became apparent and widened. The crowd, who was cheering, fell silent; no one knew that the match would go as far as this, and they weren't even sure if they liked it or not. Moments passed, second by second, but the tension began to cut through everyone's mind like a hot knife through butter; was he dead? Was he still alive? Near enough everyone wanted him to of been dead; still being conscious after a catastrophe like that must be endearingly painful. After some time, parts of the mount began to shake; a sword fell from near the mound and bits of other weaponry began to move. Crawling, barely conscious, battered and bruised and probably with broken bones in a multitude of places, was Jaeger, still clutching his weapon. "I... can't... lose!" He couldn't speak in a single sentence, let alone fight, but he had to. He staggered, sword in hand, towards his opponent. As he got halfway, he collapsed, but he just stuck his sword in the ground and dragged his body along, an inch at a time. The crowd just watched in awe as he continued to fight; anyone else would of given up at this point. As he got to his opponent, he placed a hand, sluggishly, on her feet, trying to push himself back up, but he couldn't. He laid there, gasping for air; one of his lungs must of collapsed from a puncture wound. He smirked, and clenched his hand around her foot, desperately trying to fight back. "Gah... you know... your feet... gnh... they stink... hahahaha..." With that, his grip loosened, and he had falling either unconscious, or had died.

After so much time had passed that almost felt like days, the crowd began to applaud, slowly, but then the entire crowd began cheering; chanting the names of both Abumi and Jaeger; regardless of what other people may think, this was definitely one of the more epic and emotional battles.

"Such a match was what was destined for this coliseum..." a voice was heard, ringing out across the coliseum. Before Saizo could speak further, the Green Dragon priests were already working on Jaeger's body; his wounds were cured and his life restored. Jaeger stood, still dizzy from the fight, but was supported onto a stretcher as the medics arrived at the battleground. He looked at Abumi, smiling sincerely. "You're a great opponent... but, don't expect me to hold back next time, sweetums." He gave her a thumbs up. "Oh, and, you have cute feet, hahaha." He joked, chuckling to himself before being carried away.

"Both of you put up a great fight," Saizo had remarked; he was pleased with the match. "This match will go down in history of the coliseum as one of the best yet. However, enough with the applause; it's time to calculate your points."

Offense: 150 (There was a good number of offensive skills, but the match was not long enough for you to of recieved any more points.)

Defense: 100 (A great number of dodge and deflection, but not much in direct defense or counter)

Damage: 110 (There was much in terms of damage you dealt, especially with the finishing blow; however you did also take some damage in the fight; nonetheless, high points were scored.)

Style: 140 (Many of your posts were filled with description and multiple actions, although your beginning posts were quite short.)

Strategy: 110 (The most impressive bit was that you kept an eye out of where Jaeger placed his hands; that was where he laid his traps, so kudos for spotting what I thought you wouldn't. You also attempted to use Jaeger's own arrow against him, with was also a good technique.)

Etiquette: 90 (You did take quite a bit of damage, however you also shouldn't be allowing hits on a regular basis, but nonetheless was excellent.)

Victory: 300 (You won the match; stylishly at that.)

Total: 1000 pts (An excellent performance; you obtained two thirds of the maximum score; keep it up and you'll blaze through the ranks.)

"Well well... what an interesting turn of events..." Saizo remarked; he clapped the girl on her performance. "However, that's not all, my lady; because you've obtained the amount of points needed, I hereby promote you to Amateur Rank." With that, the crowd cheered immensly; not only did she win her first match but got enough points to advance to the next rank as well. "Now, with the match over, ladies and gentlemen, refreshments will be served in the lounge.

Twister vs Espio (Finished)

 * The announcer proceeds to the podium, mic in hand, and prepares to announce the pairings. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another match at the Trial on Conquest! You may be a bit spectacle, no pun intended, about the match, but be assure that this could be a very good match! The opponent, the Master of Ninjutsu, the Chameleon with the Speed, Espio!"

The crowd was in uproar over his appearance, he made his way out, looking stern and arms folded, waiting for his opponent.

" And the challenger, one of the maner Starters here at the Trial of Conquest, Twister!" However, with his name announced, the crowd let out a soft boo; it was almost disgraceful that a starter would fight a Mobian Match, especially as a debut match.

Twister: ....AWWW COME ON I'M THE SECOND BANANA TO THE SECOND BANANA!!!!


 * As the match was called to start, Espio readily charged at Twister will extreme speed, kicking up dust as he sprinted along the ground. As he got half way, he took a Kunai from his belt and gripped it underhandedly, before jumping to the side and throwing it at Twister, aiming for under the ribcage; the kunai travelled fast, and any connection would result in serious damage; Espio was not willing to let this fight drag on for too long if he could help it.

Twister: 0_0 WHOA! *ducks* heheh too quick for me eh? why not you being too quick for THIS RPG! *fires an RPG missle at espio but it missed as he was to quick* darn it!


 * Espio merely smirks at the lack of his opponent's accuracy; it was important to have a calm mind when fighting, and to always keep close eyes on your opponent. Espio got within melee distance and attempted to sweep out Twister from under himself, at the same time drawing upon another Kunai from his belt as a secondary offensive measure.

Twister: too slow! *counters with a stop to his foot and grabs his tongue and lets go*

Espio remained silent, instead bringing his other leg around and taking Twister down with a russian leg sweep, then lifted his Kunai into the air, attempting to stab Twister in the arm with it.

Twister: *grabs out a bowie knife and attempts to counter the kunai* you want me to cut you an apple? if you say what kind...lets just say...YOUR ADAM'S APPLE!


 * Espio presses his Kunai against the knife, locking them into place. Espio unhooked a single let then stood to one knee; it was an interesting fight indeed, but Espio could see Twister's moves much more clearly than a normal person could. "... This is interesting..." Espio flipped away, then flung multiple Shuriken at Twister as he flipped backwards."

Twister: man he knows more than he can think....unlike this *grabs a homing rocket RPG* since this IS heat seeking he' have to run fast....or he'd get blown out of here *fires the rocket*


 * Seems like Espio's opponent didn't notice the shuriken. One of them struck at the rocket, cutting through it and, with such friction, caused it to explode between the two of them, while two others hit the chasis; it didn't completely destroy the gun, but if he fired a rocket it would strike the embedded shuriken's point, causing it to explode before it would leave the barrel. Two other shuriken struck at Twister in his right shoulder, causing a moderate amount of damage, but pulling them out would lead to a great deal of blood loss. Espio landed on his feet, not contempt with his opponent; he wondered why his opponent chose a Mobian match, considering that they were all very experienced fighters.

Twister: hmph still alive eh? I got 1 more trick on my sleeve *reaches in his pocket for what looks like a bomb tied toa cymbal banging monkey that stics to the enemy* I hope ya like monkeys because this is for you *winds-up the said bomb and tosses at espio*


 * "With the way you fight you should of stuck to Amateur level..." Espio mocked the fox, revealing another shuriken and tossing it at the monkey. As the shuriken pierced through its shell, it exploded in the air, again, between the two fighters. As the smoke and dust kicked up, Espio charged through the cloud with a kunai in hand, aiming to pierce Twister through the chest.

Twister: hmoph I bet you won;t survive after this *disappears*


 * As espion took the plunge, his opponent disappeared. It wasn't particularly new seeing as his opponent's tend to disappear often. He jumps back several feet and watches around him, waiting cautiously for something to happen.

Twister: HAYNAWATAH!!!!!! *lands on espio with a steam roller* ....What? did ya expect karate? nope you did not... *spindashes on steamroller* hope he would like this on him *slams it* WOO HOO!!!!!! WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY


 * "Looking for me?" Espio states, tapping Twister on the shoulder. "Your yelling gave you away, as did the sound of a four tonne steamroller. Not very smart, are you?" Espio wrapped his arm around twister's neck, with a kunai pointed at his throat. "I wouldn't be a good ninja if I didn't know how to teleport. Now, gonna give up?"

Twister: no I am not, and yesa I'm giving up....after one more thing *stabs his bowie knife through espio's chest*


 * Pretty smart. Espio tried to incline to the left as the knife strick through his chest but not attacking any major arteries, at the same time plunging the kunai into Twister's throat. Espio grunted from the pain, but he knew it wasn't fatal, whereas Twister would of taken a deadly blow, if not an instantaneous death. Pulling to kunai out, and then throwing Twister from the bulldozer onto the ground below, Espio waited for a call of the match, keeping the knife in his chest to lower the amount of blood loss.

As the match was called to a close, the dragon priests cast their spell over the arena, reviving both Twister from the injury as well as sealing the wound on Espio after he removed the knife. He tossed the knife to Twister, and jumped from the bulldozer, heading towards the lobby.

"Interesting..." A voice was heard; as the first match finished prematurely, Saizo was a bit upset at the outcome, but was still happy with the match as the crowd went wild; who knows what they would think of Twister, although it was no surprise, not could it be any worse. "That was a good fight, Twister... however, it was reckless that you should of chosen a high skill match so soon. Anyway, the points;"

Offense: 100 (You did put up a good offense, but it was not continuous, nor was there any counters)

Defense: 30 (There wasn't much in terms of defense, although the disappearing could be considered a defensive maneuver)

Damage: 60 (You did strike Espio, although it was near fatal, it was a good effort. However you did also take quite a lot of damage yourself, so points are penalized)

Style: 100 (Your posts were quite lengthy, but not much detail was given as there could of been.)

Strategy: 50 (The dropping of the Bulldozer and the last attack were well played, but that's all, really)

Etiquette: -40 (You receive penalties for (attempted) autohitting with the bulldozer and actually autohitting with the last attack)

Victory: 0 (You didn't win unfortunately)

Total: 300 pts (Good for your first match, but there is much room for improvement. I suggest starting lower down to get a good feel of making strategical fight patterns.)

"Thank you both for participating, and thank you to the crowd for joining us today. Refreshments can be found in the guest room."

Meta-fox vs Ankha (Finished)

 * The announcer appears to the crowd on a small podium with his trademark mic in hand; the crowd cheering as the next fight of the Trial of Conquest kicks off. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Trial of Conquest! You all want a match, and you've got it!" With that, he turns to the north entrance with a hand extended. "A now, for the opponent; the Seal-user, the lockdown girl, Ankha!"

A young girl of deer descent appears from the stadium, probably no older than 10 years of age, in a black and lilac cloak and pointed wizard hat; sheets of paper hang from the front of it as well as the front side of her top. She carried a long wooden staff, likely made of hard wood. The crowd gave a soft cheer, but there was some laughter at seeing her approach the battleground.

"And the challenger, Meta-fox!"

Meta-Fox: Victory....is my destiny....


 * The crowd cheers for Meta, although there is casual booing due to it being a fight against a little girl. The announcer redied for a call on the match, while Ankha gripped her staff tightly; he was a bit scared, not knowing what her opponent is capable off, but she shook it off and proceeded to walk towards the center, stopping only a few meters from it. "I'll do my best!" she said, and held her staff out. The crowd applauded her, finding it awesome that she would continue to go ahead with the fight. She created a circle with her staff fairly quickly, while she then inscribed the inside of this circle with a pattern. After a moment, the air in which she drew on began to glow, showing a bright green seal. "Earthbind!" She yelled. with that, vines and roots shot from the seal and headed towards Meta-fox.

Meta-Fox: *gets hius sword out* Hmph Not even a few vines can stop me *starts lashing at the vines like he as exploring a jungle but more defensive*


 * It was an interesting tactic indeed, although unlike normal vines, these ones keep growing from the seal until the seal is either destroyed or through some other means. The vines, although being cut, still progressed forwards and managed to tangle around Meta's ankles before hoisting him into the air.

Meta-Fox: Hmph a worthy adversary indeed..... *tries cutting the vines entangling his ankle)


 * It did work, although not to 100% expectation. As the vine was cut from his ankle, the vine below caught him around the throat and slammed him with great power to the ground below. Ankha waved her staff and the vines retracted, and began to create a second seal; she waved her staff in a star shape with seven dots around the outside. After that, it began to glow a brilliant blue color, almost glistening in the sunlight. "Icevein!" As she called out the next seal, she began to turn a bright hue of ice blue; her veins and blood turned cold, until they became ice themselves. "I don't like hurting people... so I'll use ice to slow you down until your body can no longer handle the cold." It wasn't so much as fatal as it was just to incapacitate. At the moment, two seals were active; but more to the point, how could they be deactivated?

Meta-Fox: *grabs his cape and enshrouds himself, to reappear somewhere else* Now for wehat I can call a grand finale *jumps high upward and spins in a tornado to cause a yellow tornado to enshroud him in power* MACH TORNADO! *he goes to the ground and tries chasing Ankha


 * Although Ankha was, at a brief moment, stunned to see he had disappeared, the bright yellow tornado and overactive yell gave away his position immediately. through her hand she began to manipulate the ice in her body at a fast rate in the form of a pike; a rather small and thin spear. As Meta headed towards her, she held it out in which his sword clashed with her weapon, stopping him, although the sword did not cleave through the ice; the particles of water were compact tightly within its structure, akin to diamond-bonded carbon or antarctic ice. Once she had his stopped, more ice began to flow from her arm and through the pike, aiming to freeze, at least, his arm.

Meta-Fox: *drops his sword as he arm was frozen* GAH!!!! I think she has me beat....I think *starts trying to attack by kicking while he chisels his right arm out to reach his sword*


 * It seemed the match was over already, although it was a bit disappointing to the crowd to the point that they started to cheer for both combatants; they wanted to see a long match, but Ankha just wanted it over with. Ankha watched as Metafox tried to kick her, but his legs were just not that long enough for two reasons; her pike gave an extra 50cm in distance to which only a weapon could attack her, but that was on the ground, and also Meta couldn't move any closer because the ice, which had now reached past his elbow, was stopping him from doing so. "Please, just give up..." she insisted; if he has pulled his arm away instead of trying to stop the ice, he would of been free from it.

Meta-Fox: I will fairly give up *kneels to her* you have done well my friend....I respect that in a fare rival like you....


 * The match was called to a close from the announcer, but there was a mix reaction from the crowd; some of them were cheering because the young girl had won, but also because they were in awe that she easily made someone give up from non-lethal force. However, the other half of the crowd was booing; the match lasted for only a few minutes. As the reaction kept coming in, Ankha left the stadium, leaving Meta in the center of the battleground.

"That was quite the short match..." A voice was heard; Saizo stood to the podium, looking over across the crowd, who had fell silent at this point, although grumbles could still be heard. "I can't say you put up much of a fight, but in loss lies understanding of why you did; I hope you will be successful in your later matches. Regardless, I must deliver the points."

Offense: 50 (You only made three instances of an offensive maneuver, in which you didn't score much.)

Defense: 60 (You did put up a form of good defense against the vines and also some defense against the ice.)

Damage: 0 (You dealt no damage to the opponent, but also the opponent dealt no damage to you, so no points are obtained nor deducted.)

Style: 70 (Your posts were very short, although there was instances of multiple actions.)

Strategy: 30 (There was relatively no strategy besides your initial attack.)

Etiquette: 40 (You allowed two attacks, although you shouldn't be taking so many hits in such a short timeframe, but nonetheless something that people rarely ever do.)

Victory: 0 (You didn't win unfortunately)

Total: 250 pts (You should never give up unless you've exhausted all possible actions; remember to reread the posts you and your opponent have both made and try to establish a counter from whatever description they've given.)

"Thank you both for participating, and thank you to the crowd for joining us today. Refreshments can be found in the guest room."

Smash vs Gantt

 * The crowd cheers and the applaud revs after the previous fight. However, the next match is up. The announcer takes the stand, trusty microphone in hand, and begin to announce the next contender. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another exciting match here at the Trial of Conquest! Next up is, what we all are wishing for, a supreme match as it becomes Echidna vs Dragon; brawler vs swordsman! I introduce to you first, the Dragon Wave; the Black Knight, Gantt!"

As the crowd applauds, a tall dragon species mobian, cladded in heavy dark iron raiment steps forth; his sword was his most distinguishing feature; the blade is wide and thick with extremely sharp edges, and towered over his already large build; the sword's blade alone was about five feet tall. More astonishingly, he seemed to wield it over his shoulder almost effortlessly with one hand. He swung the sword around his body in a circle before planting it in the ground; being able to wield it like it was a katana stunned the crowd, creating an uproar of screams.

"And the challenger, the Blue Quake, Smash the Echidna!"

At the sound of his name, Smash jumped onto the ring, performing a flip in the air before landing inbounds. He took a few steps forward and took a look at his surroundings. The crowd was pretty excited. Smash felt almost like he was at the Blitz Pit all over again. Quickly, he turned his gaze to his opponent. ''This isn't the Blitz Pit..It's far more dangerous. He reminded himself. Never let your guard down, Smash. ''His gaze was focused on his enemy. He looked pretty tough. Judging by his heavy iron armor, he was probably a little slow. He could use that to his advantage. But he appeared to be able to wield the giant two handed sword with one hand only. It would be bad news if he got hit by that. Focus, Smash..He though.


 * Gantt seemingly glared at Smash in a fixating manner through the cross-shaped opening on his helm. He wasn't about to let someone like him get the best of him. As the match was called to start, Gantt quickly unsheathed the sword from the earth and ran, surprisingly, at a very quick speed as though he wasn't wearing the armor at all. As he got to a minimum distance from his opponent, approximately five feet away, he lashed out with his sword, aiming to cleave Smash in half with it.

Smash watched as he approached him. He was rather surprised at his speed, but kept focused on his enemy. He quickly sidestepped out of the way just in the nick of time, the blade just missed him. He took this as his chance to strike him with a blow, and threw a jab towards Gantt's side.


 * Gantt was well experienced in battle, and this kind of maneuver was no different than what he had seen before. With momentum, he spun around and, turning his sword on its flat edge, bashed Smash' hand away from his body, then came in with a horizontal strike to slice Smash in half at the waist.

Smash instinctivley jumped into the air to dodge, but the slash was quick, and just managed to hit the tip of his boot, causing him to lose his balance in mid-air and fall down face first. He held his hands under him and caught himself in a hand stand. He quickly pumped his arms and sprung himself back upwards, balling his fists together as he flipped and attempted to smash Gantt's head with both hands.


 * As soon as Smash had reared his arms backwards in commence of his next attack, Gantt lifted the sword up infront of him, in which Smash' fists collides with the flat edge of the sword. Gantt then pushed smash backwards with a hefty lunge of his sword, then thrusted the tip of his sword forwards to try and impale Smash.

Just as Smash was regaining his footing, he gasped as he saw the sword coming towards him. Without enough time to dodge, he tried to catch the sword by the edges of the blade. He just barely managed to succeed, slowing the sword down but it still struck him in his stomach, inflicting a good amount of damage to him but none too fatal. His gloves tore from the sharp edges cutting through them. Smash stepped back, his hands still on the sword with a good grip, He glared into Gantt's eyes before making his move. He was making a risky move. He slammed the sword's tip to the ground, and quickly ran up the blade a few steps before jumping at him, throwing a mighty punch towards his face.


 * It was a powerful blow, but that's what Gantt's armor was for, although it didn't do as much as what it was intended to do. The face of the helmet caved hin slightly, but it wasn't enough to cause a crushing impact on his own face. As soon as the punch was delivered. Gantt grasped his arm with one hand, and then grabbed Smash' face with the other, flinging him overhead and then smashing him into the ground with great force, then tossed him to one side several meters away. Reeling from the blow, he sluggishly grasped at the handle of his sword and pulled it from the ground, waiting for Smash to get up.

Smash tumbled a few feet away, then jumped to his feet. ''That could've ended better. He thought to himself as he faced his opponent. Still, atleast I know how strong his armor is now...This guy is tough. I need to think of a strategy...Going in for a frontal attack may cost me my life. Hmm..If I could somehow throw him off balance, that may give me the upper hand. The bigger they are, the harder they fall...the harder they hit, too. Gotta remember that.'' He changed his stance to a defensive position, observing Gantt's next move closely.


 * Gannt looked on at the now defensive-positioned Smash, but he merely relaxed a slight bit, then stood up straight. Holding his large sword to one side, the grasped thr handle with the other hand. In one swift and powerful swing, he struck the sword upwards. "Dragon Wave!" He bellowed; a pitch black wave of energy erupted from the blade of his weapon, traversing towards Smash at an accelerated rate. After the initial swing, he held the sword over his back, almost as though he was delaying a second attack.

Smash didn't waste another moment to leap to the side and roll out of the way. He somersaulted and jumped back to his feet, turning to face his enemy as he appearingly prepared another attack.


 * It wasn't obviously going to connect; a projectile at such distance wuld of been easily avoidable, but even though it wasn't successful, Gannt now knew what Smash' reaction time was like; from there he could judge the distance and how fast he'd have to swing to execute a direct hit, although it was too short into the match to get a 100% prediction. Gantt swung the sword over his head with both hands, smashing it into the ground, causing a powerful tremor as the earth began to crumble and crack in a straight line towards Smash. "Have some of my Tremor Edge!"

Smash lookred at the cracks coming towards him and gasped. The cracks went right between his legs and began to crumble. "C-crap!" He ran to the side to avoid the attack, but the ground crumbled under his foot, causing him to trip. Panicking, He pulled himself into a somersault and regained his footing. He ran a safe distance away from te crumbling ground and looked back at Gantt. "This isn't good. I've gotta get back onto the offensive!" He said to himself "But with him swinging that big sword around, I can't even get close! I need to think of a plan..." He thought about it quickly, never letting his eyes off of his opponent. Then it hit him. ''Wait..If I do that again..that seemed to damage him a bit before. In that case... ''A grin spread across his face. "Now it's my turn!" He charged towards Gantt, ready to give it all he's got.


 * Gantt looked on as Smash was losing his footing from the tremor. He didn't care though; he had already thought of a counter to Smash, because, in his opinion, he was a bit too predictable. He clammed his sword into the ground again as another quake erupted towards his opponent. "You won't escape your fate!"

Smash ran to the side of the crumbling ground, careful not to fall in, but not diverting his direction from Gantt. He ran up to him and threw a punch towards his chest, following up with a sweep kick.


 * It was somewhat tactical but lacking in finesse, Gantt thought. He grasped at Smash' fist as it came towards him and the sweep did nothing except bounce off of the thick armor. He soun around and threw Smash over his shoulder onto the ground behind him, following with an overhead slash from his huge sword; a hit would cut the echidna in half.

Hyve vs Jaraxx

 * As the applause and cheering begins to ring throughout the battlegrounds, the announcer with mic on hand steps up to the podium, ready to give out his speach on the next fight. "Welcome one and all to the next match of the Trial of Conquest! Today, the opponent is one creepy looking dude; drenched in black with the hue of violet, it's the Space-bender, Jaraxx!"

As he approached the stadium, one could just about see light refract around him, although in reality it was night light, but space distorting slightly around him; he could not easily manipulate it as it's apparent around him, almost as though he's trying to keep it around him with force.

"And the opponent, the... I can't think of a witty title; Hyve!"

Hyve: (walks out into the arena, waving) Are you ready, Jaraxx?


 * With no word of warning, Jaraxx Lifted a hand in the air, with a small portion of space beginning to distort and compress around it. Suddenly he blasted his hand outwards, with that piece of space firing towards Hyve like a bullet. The announcer looked on, but called the match to start anyway.

Hyve: Projectile attack? Please. (torso ripples, and expands, leaving a hole which the space-bullet flies through harmlessly) My turn! (hand morphs into a hammer, he roundhouse-punches Jaraxx innto a wall)


 * It wasn't too much damage; as the hammer swung, the space around Jaraxx compressed it down to a smaller size, leaving it with little impact. However, as he hopped off the wall, his expression grew more sadistic. Holding out both hands, the area around Hyve began to cave in on itself; if it would continue, it would surely crush Hyve within the collapse.

Hyve: (smiles, and his body disperses into millions of tiny particles which scatter in every direction, avoiding the collapse of space)


 * It wasn't going to do Hyve any good dispersing; not against this opponent. As long as he exists, he can still take damage from the attacks. Widening his hands out, the space around the point of impact exploded in a bright jolt of light and space, blasting Hyve's particles away from each other. This would of done two things; it would of damaged him on a molecular level because of his particle form, and also would spread them out away from each other so that they could not reform.

(Then, a small army of miniature Hyves appear, but a tiny bit skinnier and a tiny bit shorter.)

Hyves: You can't take on all of us.


 * Jaraxx looked on, watching as there was only perhaps ten or fifteen of them. He smirked, then grinned. "Your power does not do anything to impress me. Your power would only be divided between them all because they all share your molecular structure. The whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts, and thus the whole becomes weaker when taken apart. You won't be able to defeat me like that..." He extended a hand, as space began to collapse slowly around a small portion of them. "Now die."

Kyle vs Vice

 * The crowd was going wild; it was only the third day of the opening of the colliseum and already they had seen some pretty intense matches, and they wanted more. The announcer, complete with shining marble microphone, stepped up to the podium. "Ladies and Gantlemen, welcome to another exciting match of the Trial of Conquest! Today, the opponent is a G.U.N. special agent on the verge of discovering to harness Chaos Energy. Please give a round of applause to the Chaos Bender, Vice!"

As vice made his way down to the battleground, there was already a cheer; he was a government agent on a role to further protect the earth by harnessing an extreme power that not many people can do. He wore a pitch black suit, but he had on a pair of gauntlets and anklets made of tempered steel; those were more than likely the equipment he used to manipulate Chaos Energy.

"And the challenger, the Azure Bolt, Kyle Tyris!" Kyle stepped into the battlefield calmly. He took a good look at his opponent. He had completely calmed himself completely in order to focus his mind. He silently waited for a few moments for the appropriate moment, He reached his hands over his shoulder and drew a sword from his back. Its handle was inlaid with 6 gems of a different color, while the blade itself had a golden highlighted glow to it. He focused on his opponent, patiently waiting for the match to begin.


 * Vice smirked as he pressed small blue buttons on either gauntlet, and then bending over to do so on the anklets. All four items gave a whirring sound and then started to glow; it was amazing how these small items of machinery could control chaos energy. "So, let's begin." As the announcer gave the word for the match to start, Vice charged in, then clasping his hands together, then drew them apart as a small globe of Chaos Energy was made. Grasping it in one hand, it expanded to the size of a baseball, then launched it at his opponent.

Kyle focused on the ball coming towards him. He changed his battle stance, imitating a baseball batter, his sword being the bat. As soon as it came within reach, he swung his sword with both hands and struck the ball of Chaos energy like a baseball, attempting to either reflect it back at him or knock it out of the battlefield. Either one was good enough for him.


 * Vice smirked and dashed forwards as soon as Kyle was about to hit the globe of Chaos Energy, When he did; it erupted into a small explosion, damaging Kyle and pushing him backwards. As he did, Vice jumped into the air and swung his leg in a roundhouse fashion, creating a small wave of Chaos Energy at the now staggered hedgehog.

Kyle staggered backwards, but quickly regained his footing. He looked around quickly to try and spot his opponent, until a glowing light caught his attention. He quickly looked up-but it was too late. The wave struck him in the face and knocked him down to the ground. He fell onto his back, wincing from the pain. He rolled over onto his front and stood up, regaining his battle stance and his calm attitude. He focused on his enemy who was just regaining his own footing after jumping into the air. It was his turn to strike. He charged forward and, once he got into close enough range, he slashed at him diagnolly, following up with a second slash in reverse.


 * It seemed to be going well for Vice, although he did expect a counter attack; if he didn't, how would not of been recruited as a G.U.N. agent, let alone a tester. As Kyle took the first swing, Vice sidestepped, but wasn't counting on a reverse underslash, at which point he held up his hand as the edge of the blade glided across the tempered steel of the gauntlet; it seemed to create a cutting mark on the metal, but didn't actually cut through it. Vice smirked as his gauntlet started to glow green, to which he held an aura of Chaos Energy in the palm of his hand and attempted to thrust this within Kyle's stomach; the impact would blast him away and leave a minor burn wound.

Kyle, still swinging his sword in the offensive, managed to move the flat end of the blade to block the attack. The impact on the sword blasted it back towards him, slapping his chest with the flat end of the sword and causing him to take a step backwards. Kyle swung his sword again, horizontally towards his chest.


 * Vice seemed to enjoy the fight; his movements were assuringly too fast for Kyle to handle, or even counter for that matter. As Kyle took the swing, Vice jumped a few feet off the ground and placed a foot on the flat edge of the blade. Using it as a springboard, he flipped forwards into the air as a trail of green energy began to trail behind his shoe, going for an overheard kick, which would cause much more damage due to the Chaos Energy. "I hope you enjoy a taste of my Jaguar Fang!"

Kyle looked up and held his sword to block the attack. As it clashed down against the blade, he forced him back upwards and jumped up a few feet off the ground, quickly countering the attack with a horizontal slash of his sword.


 * Vice was flipped back too far to see the attack, and ended up taking the blade across the chest as he flipped back over; it wasn't a deep cut, but it was something he was going to feel in the morning. He winced, then grew someone impatient. He grasped the sword around his hand, holding it in place; gathering a large amount of chaos energy in his hand, then thrust it towards Kyle. It was a direct hit unless Kyle was going to relinquish the grip on his sword.

Kyle tried to hold it back, but ended up releasing his grip on the sword. He struggled and broke away from Vice. He took a few steps back, and took notice to his sword on the ground in between them. It was closer to Vice than it was to Kyle. He made a dive for the sword and somersaulted as he grabbed the handle of the blade. As he was flipping to his feet, he swung his sword vertically towards Vice with great force.


 * Vice didn't seem to mind that Kyle had his sword; in fact he found it potentially better as the sword made him much slower than without it, in terms of attacking anyway. As Kyle brung the sword down towards Vice, he merely sidestepped to Kyle's side, and tried to give him a powerful punch around the jaw; if it succeeded, the impact from the steel gauntlet would surely break his jaw.

Kyle knew better than to stop moving. It would only leave him open. When his sword hit the ground, he quickly brought it back up to attack Vice again. The flat end of the blade pushed his fist sideways, but not stopping the attack fully. He successfully managed to hit the side of his head, which caused Kyle to step back from the blow. It hurt him rather badly, his head was starting to bleed.


 * Vice seemed to enjoy the match, and enjoyed it even more that he was gaining the upper hand. He smirked and dashed, following up by crouching as low as he could and then aimed to drive his fist into Kyle's jaw. The impact would leave him unconscious if it were to succeed.

Sango vs Dandee

 * The crowd was on fire, though not literally; the Trials of Conquest were going well with six matches already taking place, with this being the seventh. The announcer, complete with shining marble microphone, stepped up to the podium. "Ladies and Gantlemen, welcome to another exciting match of the Trial of Conquest! Today, the opponent is a rockin cool laid back watermancer! People, I give to you Dandee the Raccoon!"

Dandee made his way to the battleground with his blonde styles hair, ocean blue and palm tree decorated surfboard. The crowd cheered him on, with many of the ladies swooning over him. He waved back with his eyes half open; one couldn't tell if he was just chillin or was high.

"And the challenger, the Ghost of Tails, Sango!"

"Ghost of Tails?" said Sango as she flew onto the battleground. "Weird...anyways, Im ready!"

Saizo vs Vice the Lynx
Vice walks into the arena, the entire crowd very silent, wearing nervous expressions the moment he has appeared. Vice looks around the crowd, smiling at them as though saying some kind of hidden message to them, one which seems to scare some members of the audience. Vice then turns his eyes toward his opponent.
 * The crowd seemed to be quite quiet all of a sudden. The announcer stood up, unsure of what to say. However, he looked up and held the mic to his mouth and spoke aloud. "Gentlemen, it seems that the next contestant wishes to challenge our sponsor to a match. It's unorthadox but he has decided to accept. I welcome you to our challenger, Vice the Lynx, and his opponent, Saizo Marushagan!"
 * Saizo stands, arms folded, looking down with his eyes closed as the audience gave off a slight cheer but mainly just blank stares; who would want to face Saizo in an open challenge? Was the guy just overconfident, being one of those guys who think they're all badass, or did the guy just wanna little sparring match? Either way, Saizo looked up at his opponent, noticing his coat. "Seems like long trenches are popular here." He unfolded his arms and walked towards his opponent slowly before stopping just several meters away. "My name is Saizo. And I will show you the extent of my power. Now, show me your strength."
 * Vice grins at Saizo, ammused by his strange character and his remark. "It would seem so, but long trenches do have their uses. Oh, and my name is Vice the Lynx." *He produces some kind of silver-colored weapon handle in his hand and pushes a black button on it, which produces a 3 meter long blade of electic blue light, a light hum emiting from the weapon. "Let's see what you can do" Vice gets into a modified horse stance while pointing his sword ar Saizo with both hands, getting ready to either attack or defend himself.
 * "Hmmm I see..." Saizo casually drew the sword from his pauldron; it was a rather long blade, roughly 8 feet from blade to handle, and about as cumbersome as a pen to him. He waved it around slowly and a full circular motion before resting it to his side. He then took out a small golden kunai and threw it towards Vice rather quick; it would be difficult to dodge, and seeing as it was aimed right at his forehead, a strike would mean an instant death.
 * VIce sees the kunai coming at him and ducks so it would miss him, almost scrapping his head. Vice then runs from Saizo and starts cutting up the ground and moves the two peices of ground upright, so they're standing up. He quckly hides behind them for cover and loads his pistol, waiting for Saizo to come after him.
 * "Behind you." A voice suddenly sprang from the rear; Saizo had used his Flying Thunder God technique to appear directly behind Vice by teleporting to the kunai flying over his head. Saizo immediately grabbed the kunai and aimed to drive it through the skull of Vice.
 * Vice hears Saizo's voice behind him (Thinking: Damn it!!) Vice quickly turns around and grabs Saizo's hand and tries to push the handle of the kunai into Saizo's head, and grabs his other hand so Saizo can't use his other hand. Vice then charges up an electrical charge in his body and prepares to discharge it into Saizo.
 * Saizo watches Vice carefully, almost smirking at the guy's sudden rush of adrenaline; perhaps he's never been so close to death like this before? Vice pushed at Saizo's hand but he merely applied the same amount of force, keeping the momentum neutral. Saizo then looked at Vice's other hand and did the same thing; he grasped at Vice's hand and, with a sudden jolt, spun Vice the other way whilst wrapping Vice's own arm around his throat, but not applying any choke hold, but gave him discomfort. "You're quite phenomenal; you might actually be a challenge... Maybe..."
 * Vice uses his free hand to quickly grab his pistol from his coat and point the gun behind him, shooting the weapon in where be believes his head is located, hoping he won't have time to move out of his line of fire and be forced to let go of him.
 * It was quite interesting this match, but even Saizo didn't seen this coming. The shot caught him right in the face, but instead of a cataclysmic bloodbath from the wound, all that could be heard was a slight *Kink*, but it caused Saizo to let go of Vice as he reeled backwards, holding the left side of his face. He removed his hand, but there was no blood; just a bullet hole in his mask and what appeared to be a black shell-like hide around his face. "Ah... well that wasn't expected. I shouldn't take you lightly." He dashed in, rather quickly, almost appearing right in front of Vice and took a horizontal slice at his midsection; the attack would surely cleave him in half.
 * Vice draws his other Beam Katana into hos other hand and puts the blads at both sides of his mid-section, blocking Saizo's attack. He then kicks Saizo with his right legs, sending him flying to the ground. Vice then dashes towards Saizo and jumps into the air, pointing the Beam Katana in his left hand downward whiel falling towards Saizo; the attack could end up impaling Saizo if Vice lands on top of him.