Roleplay:The Blitz Pit World Tournament ~2013/The First Round

"Laaadiieees aand Gentlemeeeen! The World Tournament is about to begin!" The MC shouted into the speaker. The audience roared with excitement, filling the large dome with cheers and shouts for their favorite fighters. The announcer stood on a large, square platform in the middle of room. The platform was made up of traditional stone tiles of a dusty tan color. Down on the ground surrounding the ring was a floor of sand, and the short walls surrounding the area separated it from the audience. There are stairs on both sides of the ring for the opposing fighters to enter.

"Our opponents have been chosen! But before that, let's go over our rules!" The MC cleared his throat as he held up a sheet of paper to read aloud.

Rules
"This is a one-on-one, last man standing battle of strength and endurance. The goal is to knock your opponent unconscious, or otherwise render them incapable of fighting back. Those downed will have a 10 second countdown to stand back up, before disqualification. Anyone who lands outside the ring will also be disqualified.

If you must fight with a weapon, then please use a simple, non-lethal one if possible. There will be no weapons with the risk of immediately killing your opponent; Guns are especially taboo. If you should unfortunately kill your opponent, you will be disqualified. Please also try to fight with your own strength; No power boosting items allowed."

The MC adjusted his glasses, slightly. "And also, please try not to pull any hair, ears, tails, or noses. You'll be called out on those offenses as a foul. Three fouls and you're disqualified."

(IMPORTANT NOTICE: Instances of godmodding will also count as fouls.)

"And that's it! Now, let's bring out our opponents!" The announcer shouted with excitement.

Match 1: Freezle the Echidna VS Pearl The Echidna ~Winner: Pearl
Freezle walked into the arena. As the crowd cheered, he thought just how much he wanted to tell them to shut the heck up. All the noise was flowing into his brain and sticking like light particles in a black hole. "This Pearl better be a challenge." he muttered. "Cause I'm not in the mood for another Agniphobic."

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! The first match is about to begin!" The MC yelled into the mic, causing the crowd to cheer even louder--much to Freezle's dismay. "In this corner we have Freezle the Echidna! A Pyro-and-Cryokenetic man from Empire City!" He gestured his hand toward the approaching echidna while looking toward the audience. "And over here, we have the younger sister of one of our top fighters: Pearl the Echidna!" He turned and gave the same outstretched hand toward the pink echidna skipping excitedly onto the ring.

"Now that you're here, lemme just go over the rules real quick." The announcer spoke in a quieter tone, before repeating the list of rules from earlier. "With that said, are both fighters ready?"

"Hang on." Pearl dug in her pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a long red string. She wrapped it around her forehead once head and tied it in the back, revealing it to be a martial arts headband. She promptly took a fighting stance before stating "I'm ready."

Freezle was sorting through all the noises in his head to wonder what the man just said. It took only a few second. "Yes." he said. "I'm ready."

"Alright then. With both fighters ready, let's begin!" The announcer stepped away, giving them enough space to fight. The audience quieted down to a dull roar, most simply wanting to be able to hear what was about to go down in the ring.

Pearl gestured for him to make the first move.

Freezle looked at her. She was a pink Echidna, and she had an exceptionally high level of power. The echidna thought for a half second, and came up with his strategy. The noise of the thousands of people watching was hurting him. "Focus." he thought. His fist glowed red, and Freezle immediatly threw a punch at the air. Out of his fist came a large line of red flames charging straight at Pearl.

Seeing his fist glow, she anticipated something was coming up. When the fireball was unleashed, she quickly side-stepped to avoid it. At the same time, she tried to close in the distance between the two, albeit slightly.

Freezle was impressed with the girl's ability. He also noticed that she was slightly closer, and knew that she was likely to be a mid-to-short range fighter. Freezle decided he had to keep her at bay, and then started to freeze the moisture midway through the battlefield, creating layer of ice about 8 feet tall and 3 feet thick. The wall stretched most of the battlefield.

Pearl looked up at the wall, both surprised and baffled. What was he doing? She cautiously approached the wall and knocked on it, testing it's thickness. Confirming that it was far too thick for her to break normally, she took a couple of steps back and stared directly at Freezle. "What're ya trying to pull?"

Freezle looked back at her through the wall and rolled his eyes. "I'm not an idiot." he stated. "Telling your opponent your strategy is like telling your boss you blew up his car. It's an idiots move." He had enough data now. She obviously was suspicious of hm forming a plan, but he simple made the wall to test her abilities. And it worked.

She pouted, feeling somewhat offended by that remark. But she had better things to be worrying about. Why would he erect an 8 foot wall of ice in the beginning of a match? And what could she do about it? She knew she couldn't break it. Going around it would risk a ring-out should he try to stop her, and going above? That didn't seem like an option right now. She didn't have much choice other than to wait.

Freezle tapped his foot. He needed only a bit of watching this girl to realize that she obviously had less power than he had hoped. He decided to do a quick scan of the battlefield. He put on his goggles, and checked the tempature, air pressure, and moisture level. He then came up with his battle strategy.

"Uhhh..." The announcer looked back and forth between the two, wondering what was going on.

After checking her surroundings for what felt like the 7th time in a row, Pearl gave a frustrated and impatient huff. "Geez...Fine then, if that's how he wants to play." She walked over to the ice wall and pounded against it with both hands several times over, causing the whole thing to shake lightly. She took a step back, and then rammed into it, hoping that the wall wasn't frozen to the floor and would begin to slide forward.

Freezle looked to Pearl. Her efforts were in vain, as Freezle always took as much as he could into account. He then walked foward, and held his hand up. The wall started to melt into water, drenching the stadium floor.

As the wall weakened and melted, Pearl soon realized that it would be weak enough for her to get through. After taking a couple of steps back, she charged forward and made a great leap toward the center of the wall, slamming her foot into it with enough force to bring the whole thing down on top of him.

Freezle jumped back and rolled. This allowed him to avoid getting crushed by a few inches. By this point, the wall was completely melted, causing the stadium floor to become soaked in water. "Nice try Pearl." he said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "But you missed."

She didn't stop there. As the whole wall came down, she only closed the distance in between him. By the time it had melted, She had landed and was already close enough to attack. She threw a couple of quick punches, followed by a spin kick and an elbow jab aimed at his gut.

While Freezle easily saw that action coming, he was helpless to dodge it. Each of the punches hit him, dealing a tiny bit of damage that added up. However, the Echidna covered his fists in fire. She knocked him back with the gut jab, but Freezle stood his ground and punched back. If it hit, it would leave a nasty suprise.

Pearl didn't have time to block, but instead shifted her head just enough to avoid taking the blunt of the blow. The attack grazed her cheek, leaving a slight burn. Quickly, she whirled around and dealt a sweep kick and attempted to follow up with an uppercut; an attack that would send him airborne if both hits connected.

As Freezle's punch reached it's apex, the flame turned to a frosty mist and Freezle covered his hands in ice. While at this point it would be impossible to dodge Pearl's strike, he could still Parry. He attempted to bring his icy fist down on Pearl's face. Fortunately for her, it wasn't too hard to stop the attack from reaching it's destined point with her arm already raised from the uppercut. She managed to catch his wrist and send a jab toward his chest.

Freezle was hit right in his sternum. He doubled back in pain, falling on the ground, sliding a bit away from Pearl due to the water on the ground. The Echidna now looked rather peeved, and got up as fast as he could. His hands starts glowing with Cryonic energy.

Pearl performed a single backflip and handspring to clear a bit of distance between them. She feigned a couple of swings as she returned to her battle stance. So far, so good! She thought to herself.

Freezle smashed the ground with great force, causing it to fracture. As soon as he did, the Cryonic energy on his fists disspeared. Less than a second later, numerous razor sharp icicles of great size started to sprout of of the ground at rapid speed.

Pearl's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She jumped backwards, somewhat expecting the ground to freeze over and trap her feet or his attack to appear directly under her. When she saw just how fast and many icicles there were, she knew that she wouldn't be able to dodge them all. It was all she could do to keep away from them, but that wasn't enough. As she dodged one directly in front of her, another shot up behind her and, though it failed to actually cut her, still knocked her off her feet and into the one in front of her. She clung onto the icicle, hoping to avoid any newer ones sprouting up as long as she was there.

Freezle flaoted up by creating a current of hot and cold air below him. He then looked around the battlefield, and saw Pearl clinging to an icicle for dear life. He smiled, knowing he was in a good position. "Ready to give up Pearl?" he asked, having his fingers in the position that one has right before snapping them.

Pearl glared up at him, almost in disbelief. "Hate to disappoint you, but I'm far from finished with you!" She yelled back. She then thrust herself off of the icicle and toward the other. Planting her feet and a single hand against the base of it, she lept off and aimed to land against another one closer to him. Upon reaching the icicle closest to him, she struck the top of it just hard enough to break it off. She climbed up and stood on the top, holding the broken point in her hand and ready for whatever he had in store for her.

Freezle kept smiling. He snapped his fingers, and an instantaneous shift in the heat came up. The icicles quickly started to melt, causing the area to flood with water. Freezle landed on the ground, unable to keep flying.

Noticing this immediately, she flung the chunk of ice in her hands toward his face and slid down the side of the icicle. By the time she reached the floor, a large puddle had already begun to form. She turned and plowed both of her hands into the side of the icicle, being made easier with the sudden rise in temperature weakening it. With a great display of physical strength, she managed to lift the dripping icy mass above her head. It took her a moment before she followed through with her attack. She hurled the icicle through the air with all her might, aiming to crush Freezle under it.

Freezle was hit by the icicle, and took severe damage immediately. As he got up, he saw the large icicle flying at him. He quickly threw a punch foward, and hit the icicle, causing it to instantly liquify. He looked around. The ground was soaked. His held his fingers in a snapping position once more.

By the time he got rid of the large icicle, Pearl was long gone from her current spot. Instead, she had leapt into the air after it and was now descending down upon him from directly behind where the icicle had once been with her fist cocked back. She put all her strength behind the following attack, and the added force of gravity would make it even more crippling; she aimed to pound her fist into his head as hard as she could.

Freezle barely managed to dodge this attack. He had realized Pearl was fast. He could only stall her, so if she managed to get to him, it would be a disaster. However, he had his final move planned. He knew that said technique did not have a 100% chance of winning him this battle, but he was going to try. "You nearly beat me." he said mockingly. "But no cigar." he carefully watched the girl for her movements.

Pearl's fist instead slammed into the ground, causing it to crack slightly. She took a moment before standing back up to catch her breath. She rubbed her knuckle, watching him cautiously. It was then when she realized that if she kept up her assault, she could have landed a few more blows. But she needed to take a breather after that last stunt. Still, she now knew that it was dangerous to give him the initiative. In a moment, she returned to her battle stance and said, "I'm just getting started."

Freezle chuckled. "Let's see how much longer you can keep that up." he said. He then pointed a finger, and a mist of cold energy came out in a cone of cold energy. It was aimed in a cone in a thirty foot diameter.

She didn't really know what he was planning, but made an attempt to circle around to his back, keeping away from the mist by moving away from it.

Freezle knew he was being flanked. But the cone of cold froze a large area on the ground. He turned around in an attempt to block whatever she was trying.

Aiming to attack from the side without ice, she quickly closed in on him and gave a quick spin kick to his side, whirling around to deal a sweep kick to his legs.

Freezle was now on the ground. He took a very hefty kick to the head. The noise of the stadium was still flooding through his head. But he simply layed on the ground.

Pearl took a step back, returning to her battle stance. "And he's down!" The announcer exclaimed. He then began the countdown. "One!...Two!...Three!..."

Freezle struggled to get up. In a bit of a struggle, he created to poles of ice to help him up. He was visibly hurt, and seem to have trouble balancing. "I'm not giving up." he said. He then spat a bit of blood on the ground. "Tell me Pearl, what are the three states of water?"

Pearl's eyebrows shot up. The question was sudden and gave her a bad feeling in her gut, but she answered anyway. "...Solid, Liquid, and Gas...? What're you getting at, here?" She moved into a defensive position.

"Specifically..." he started. "Ice, Water, and Steam." He looked at Pearl with a smile. "I'm giving you one chance to give up." he told her. "Because you Cannot dodge my next attack."

The announcer decided that this would be a good time to get off the ring entirely, after hearing that. Pearl looked a bit uneasy at first, as well. "...Well, then." She took a moment to stretch her arms up, before returning to her battle stance. "I guess that means I'll just have to tough it out." She said, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. "That is assuming that I don't take you out before you can unleash it."

After making it clear that she wasn't going to sit around and wait any longer, Pearl broke out into a sprint, heading straight for Freezle. They were only separated by a couple of feet, so it took no longer than a second for her to reach him. She unleashed a rapid flurry of punches in a merciless frenzy, sending a barrage of quick and painful blows to whichever section of his body was in her convenient reach.

Freezle needed to gather as much as concentration as possible. He could feel every bit of pain, and the subconscious analysis to the many injuries was clouding his mind. He only had one chance. He focused, trying to see the parts of his mind. In his head, he could see his ice and fire powers. He focused on his great Pyrokinetic powers, and his body started to heat up at a moderate pace. As he did, every punch threatened to break him, to tear through his focus like a flaming axe through butter. He needed to take the flame of that axe though, and use it for himself. He could only struggle to hold his concentration.

Pearl's long chain attack finally came to an end with three distinct attacks as her finisher. She sent a powerful right hook toward his face, spinning around to jab him in the gut with her left elbow, and finally bringing her right fist back toward his face with a powerful, rising uppercut which could send him airborne.

Freezle was thrown high into the air. "GAH!" he cried out as he went airborne. Pearl had hit his head multiple times, and he knew that in no way was that good. Bruises and a blood covered his body. He had to focus. In his head, the image of his fire powers started to dim. "NO!" he screamed in his head. He had to focus. The flames grew bright once more, and then went from orange, to yellow, to blue. He could hear the noise of a door opening inside his head. As this happened, Freezle became trapped in a sphere of flames.

How long he could hold this for, or how long damaged he'd be after this, but he had to risk it. If this didn't work, he'd lose. He started to focus within the sphere of fire. He could feel the blood on his body dry up, and a warm cover his body. He started to invoke his latent fire powers through Overflame. It was his ace in the hole. By focusing, he could unlock the six gates of fire. At this point, he wouldn't dare go past two. He could only hope he managed to open one.

After dealing what she'd hoped to be the finishing blow, Pearl made a three-point landing on the floor, expecting to see her opponent fall in front of her. But he didn't. Suddenly, she felt an intense heatwave above her head. She looked up and saw the sphere of flames hovering high above, and sprung back to her feet in surprise. "What the--...Is that him..?" She asked herself silently. She backed up a safe distance, feeling a bit uneasy. She didn't know what exactly he was planning to do in there, but there was little she could do about it right now. There was one crazy idea that came to mind on how to finish the match right here and now, but it was risky. Then again, so was letting him finish charging up whatever was coming. She took a defensive stance, thinking over her options while never letting her eyes off of him.

The shield of flame started to shrink, it covered Freezle's body in flames, and the echidna became a silhouette of fire. Inside Freezle's brain, fire flowed through his mind and soul, empowering him. The blood in him dried and evaporated. As the fire cleared, Freezle's spines were now wthi a flaming pattern. His eyes glowed with elemental fire wisps. His body glowed orange. He had unlocked LV 1 of Overflame. He floated gently in the air, supported by flames below him. "Time..." he started. "To end this." he put his hands out, and became surrounded by wisps of fire.

Pearl bit her lip. It looks like instead of unleashing a powerful attack, he had instead undergone a transformation. Even though she had enough strength to go on for quite a while longer, she had a feeling that the tides were just about to make a drastic turn in his favor if she didn't do something; At this rate she wouldn't even be able to get close to him. She clenched her fists tightly, knowing that there was only one way she'd have a chance at matching this new turn of events. "Alright...I won't hold back, either then." She declared. Her hair began to drift and flow as if a gentle breeze had blown past them. She focused on getting a grasp on her own energy, and bringing it out. Her muscles tensed, her expression hardened, and a soft glow began to form around her. She crossed her arms in front of her, and whipped them outward as a blast of energy surrounded her. The soft glow was immediately changed into a powerful white aura. Though her physical features didn't seem to have changed, she definitely appeared to be bringing out her full strength. "This battle's only just getting started."

The wisps of fire around Freezle started to rain down on the ground, each seemingly melting into the floor. If Pearl's eyes where to watch them, she'd see that the floor was infact covered in chunks of ice and coated with water. Frrezle smiled. "Last Chance Pearl." he muttered, holding his hand out.

"Need I repeat myself?" She took on a battle stance, ready for anything he could dish out.

"Below you." Freezle said as he snapped his fingers. The water at the ground was starting to heat up significantly, now feeling like a warm bath.

Now she knew that there wasn't a second to waste. She burst into another sprint, much faster than before. With every step splashing in the warming water, She closed in on him at an alarming rate, preparing to attack.

Freezle poured more power into his attack, causing the water to quickly boil. Pearl was now very close to him, and he needed to prepare for a flurry of attacks if needed.

This time, however, she had a less frantic attack in mind. Her foot stomped down into the boiling hot ground just before she lunged toward him. She performed a quick aerial somersault before thrusting her fist toward his face with brutal force.

Freezle made no effort to dodge. His face was blazing hot, and would likely burn Pearl's hand, if not create extreme discomfort. However, he was still hurt, and the pain was sering (no pun intended). The water started to turn to steam, and Freezle smiled wickedly.

There was no time left. Her body was beginning to burn up. She had no choice but to try and finish him off right here and now, whether it was a knock out or a ring out. In her desperation, she sprung up high into the air, her jump height increased by her High Tension state. She looked down at Freezle, focusing all her energy into her fist. What she was about to do was something she had never tried before--and possibly something she wasn't ready TO try. "At this point, it's all or nothing." She told herself as her arm began to glow with power. She quickly began to descend upon her opponent. "Here goes! Divine FIIIIIIIST!!"

Her attack was aimed directly at Freezle's head. Upon contact with anything, her fist would release the energy she built up in the form of an explosion. Although it didn't hold nearly as much power as her brother's version, made clear by the fact that it was a medium sized, spherical explosion rather than one that would pierce the ceiling. Still, it packed enough punch to score a clean knock-out should she get a direct hit. But even if she missed, the explosion would blow him a fair distance away, with the risk of a ring-out as well.

Freezle had only a half second to try one last thing. He focused the flames around his head, and gathered an enourmous amount of flame energy there. He could only hope to supress the damage; He had no hope of stopping the attack. He only hoped that the density of what he could gather was enough.

Her fist would have pierced right through the density of the flames, had it not set off her explosive power she had just finished building up. Putting her entire form into the attack, the following blast of energy sent her sprawling through the air, while finishing the job of getting through the flame energy with a noticeable shattering sound. The force of the explosion was enough to crack the stone floor beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Pearl landed on the far end of the ring, already back to her normal state and exhausted of strength. She could only hope that her attack finished him off.

Freezle looked right at Pearl. There was a cauterized burn right on his head. "You..." he started, his speech slurred a bit. "Hit just like my girlfriend." he said. "Except worse..." the flaming powerup went away. Freezle could barely control the energy he was generating at this point. If he were allowed to use lethal force, he would have won, but that wasn't the case. He fell down forward. "You win..." he admitted quiet, breathing heavily.

Pearl fell to one knee, feeling that she had done all she could. The agonizing pain from the searing heat was too much, and just when she thought it was over for her, it stopped. She looked up slowly, to see her opponent collapse to the floor.

The announcer climbed back onto the ring, feeling that it was safe now, and walked over to the downed echidna to check him. "...He's out cold, folks! Our winner is Pearl!" The crowd erupted into a series of cheers. Pearl was surprised, almost shocked that she actually managed to pull through. She slowly rose to her feet as the announcer headed back over to her. "That was a close call. Any comments on your first victory?" He held the mic over to her, waiting for an answer.

"I...uh...don't know how I made it through that. To be honest I was a little scared." She admitted. "But..I feel a little more confident after this win."

"I can imagine! You had us all on the edge of our seats!" The MC turned around to face the audience, as two people came in to take Freezle in on a stretcher. "And let's hope the other matches can bring us as much excitement! Don't leave those seats just yet, people. Match 2 is on it's way!"

(Jeeze Smash. That girl is tough. ~HS)

(Now you have first-hand experience with her abilities. Still, I was pretty desperate to have to bring out Divine Fist in the end, there. That's not something Smash even taught her; She just tried to mimic it. Though, had it been Smash using it there, Freezle wouldn't have been standing long enough to give any last comments. =P It was a good match, you put up a good fight. If he didn't fall from that, Pearl would have lost. That was really an all-or-nothing attack there. ~Smash The Echidna~  01:07, August 10, 2013 (UTC))

Match 2: Reikon VS Jared ~Winner: Reikon
Reikon had left the locker room and made his way to the arena. Before he stepped out onto the arena, he immediately activated the face guard and visor of his helmet. It was best to keep his face hidden from the cameras that were recording the match. He was now covered entirely in cybernetic armor from head to toe.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! It's time for the second match of round one!" The annoncer shouted into the mic. "In this match, we have the powerful cybernetic bird, Reikon!" He pointed his hand toward Reikon, introducing him to the excited crowd. "And over here we have the enigmatic entity known only as 'Jared'!"

The violet-skinned man walks in from the other side, his arms under his robes so that nobody can see his selection of weaponry.

"Okay then, Let's quickly browse over the rules." The MC held up his sheet of paper once more, going over the routine.

While the rules were being stated, Reikon was mildly disappointed to learn that lethal weapons wouldn't be tolerated. Fortunately, he had been informed that this might be the case. He took out his SP-19, a handgun version of the infamous S-19 shotgun. However, instead of using lethal rounds, Reikon had brought along L-T-L (less-than-lethal) high-impact, zero-penetration rounds. Each round would have enough punch to knock a medium sized opponent off their feet, but without causing any serious injury. He quickly checked it to make sure that it would be in working order. After confirming that everything was in order, he put the scattergun back in its holster, which was on his right hip underneath his trench coat.

Reikon then took out his katana. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary katana. However, because this would be a non-lethal tournament, Reikon was restrained from using the blade. Instead, the weapon had a switch built into it that would cover or uncover the razor sharp blade with a blunt covering, turning it into a completely non-lethal weapon. The only draw back was that it would be incapable of cutting anything while the blade was covered. However, it would work just fine for battering his foes, or blocking incoming attacks. He then put it away. The only lethal weapons he had on his person were his combat knives and throwing knives. However, they wouldn't be useless in this fight. Each combat knife had a limited stunning capability, which would come in handy for stunning, or even incapacitating, his opponents. Plus, he could use it in a pinch to defend himself from incoming attacks. He would have to be more careful with the throwing knives, though. After putting his katana back in its sheath, he would wait for the match to start.

"Alright then, are both fighters ready?" The announcer asked.

Reikon nodded and pulled out his blunt sword. "Let's get this over with." He stated as he took a battle stance with his sword pointed towards his opponent. Underneath his visor, a faint red glow emited for a moment where his left eye would have been. Only Reikon would know that it was a small device covering his left eye that would enable a variety of vision modes and give him real time information on his situation. He would continue to wear his trench coat for the time being, until it got in the way of his movement.

The man pulls out a scope-like device of his own, then fits it around the side of his head so that the small-screen is over his right-eye. With it, he essentually goes through several data-folders to find a proper battle strategy for this situation.

Jared's search would likely be in vain, though. Reikon, and G.U.N for that matter, went to great lenghts to cover or remove any information about the cyborg's existance or abilities. Reikon wasn't sure about what to think about this guy, but one thing was for certain: he came technologically well equiped. From a distance, Reikon couldn't do much. His weapons were primarily for close range. He would have to get in close, but that would be suicide if his opponent had a few surprises hidden under his robes.

The man then takes a look at Reikon's choice of weaponry. he observes the blunt sword in great detail, then registers his gained knowledge in a folder called "Bluntkind," and begins to calculate various methods of victory given the current circumstances.

The announcer took note of the awkward silence between the two, while waiting for Jared to declare his readiness. "Mr. Jared, this isn't a staring contest. Are you ready?" He asked again, impatiently.

The man turns to face the announcer, giving him a stern face basically saying "I am busy, but yes. The match may start."

The announcer winced at the cold stare, feeling a shiver go up his spine. He cleared his throat loudly and announced, "Alright then, let the match begin!"

Reikon chose the moment that his opponent looked away to activate his stealth camoflague. He was now completely hidden from both the unaided eye and any infared sensors that his opponent might have. He would then start to silently make his way to his opponent, moving quickly but quietly. Once he was close enough, he would attempt to strike his opponent from the side with a sword swing, turning visible just as he attacked.

The man heard slight footsteps, but remained still, as if pretending to be unaware. On his device, he opens a seperate folder called "Opponent Strategy:Stealth/Blunt-kind" then quickly simulates several possible outcomes given the altered situation.

Reikon turned visible the instant he swung his sword in an attempt to hit his opponent on the back of the lower leg with enough force to bring him down to one knee. As soon as the attack connects, he would spin around quickly, using the momentum to swing his sword straight into his opponent's chest with incredible force. Becuase the blade was blunt and incapable of cutting, his opponent would only suffer a broken bone at worst.

When the blade connects, the man bursts into smoke, revealing that it was a substitute.

Reikon was taken by surprise that the opponent disappeared in a puff of smoke. Out of defensive reflex, he quickly flipped backwards in a series of handsprings and a backflips, displaying very impressive acrobatic ability. After he gained some distance from where the substitute had been, he landed on his feet and took a defensive stance, keeping his senses sharp for anything that could help him locate his opponent, or deflect an incoming attack. The device on his eye also switched between infrared and EMF (electromagnetic field) vision modes. This would allow him to see any heat signatures or electronic fields from devices. However, he got a bad feeling that Jared wouldn't show up in either mode.

The man appears behind him, brandishing a small syringe full of a peculiar liquid, then attempts to jab it into Reikon's back.

Reikon could sense something was behind him and quickly flipped sideways just before the syringe could be jabbed into his back, narrowly missing the syringe's needle. He turned around just as his feet hit the ground and quickly threw a throwing knife from the sheath on his forearm, which was hidden underneath his trenchcoat's sleeve. He was aiming for the syringe that was in Jared's hand.

The knife breaks the glass on the syringe, causing the liquid to splash onto the man's face, mainly his eyes. He doesn't really have much of a reaction at first, but then a large irritation forms in his eyes, which have now turned completely black on one and completely white on the other.

Hoping to use this to his advantage, Reikon attempts to attack by charging towards Jared and unleashing a flury of attacks from his blunt weapon. He swings with incredible speed, battering at his opponent and then attempting to finish with a backflip kick and knock him away. However, if his opponent started to recover from the affects of the liquid, Reikon would stop his barrage short and move back out of reach.

As Reikon moves closer, the mans eyes begin to glow, and when he becomes close enough, he stops covering his eyes, which then send off a powerful yet difficult-to-control beam of energy from both pupils, which at first are aimed directly at Reikon at a close distance, but then begin to move in random directions.

Reikon is about to strike when he notices the glow coming from behind Jared's hands, which were covering the man's eyes. With no time to dodge or change direction, he breaks into a slide in an attempt to avoid the attack. He also holds his sword in a defensive position while sliding to hopefully block, or even deflect, the attack. During the slide, it is possible that he might knock Jared off his feet and leave him vulnerable.

Reikon succeeds in sweeping him off of the ground, but this turns out to be counter-intuitive, as when he fell over, the man's aim was changed to directly in front of him, which as he becomes closer to hitting the ground,the beams  move closer to Reikon without notice.

Reikon manages to avoid the beam, but barely. However, he doesn't escape unscathed. The beam has a small area of affect and, while it didn't hit Reikon directly, the cyborg ninja was close enough to get harmed. However, the pain was negligible enough. As soon as his slide was complete and he was behind his opponent, he began to make another charge at Jared. If anyone was watching closely, they would have seen that Reikon appeared to have shimmered for a breif second upon charging towards Jared.

The irritation in the mans eyes ends, and the beams cease firing. The man regains his composure, and stands still, though is ready to block an attack without physically showing it.

However, just before Reikon reached Jared, a flury of attacks come from behind the man. The audience gasped as there were now two cyborg ninjas on the field. However, the Reikon that had been charging at Jared before would shimmer a bit as it ran right through Jared and the real Reikon. It had been nothing more than a hologram, a diversion to draw Jared's attention away from Reikon's real attack. After completing a series of strikes, the real Reikon would perform a sweeping kick to knock Jared to the ground.

Before that could happen, the man performs a 180-degree spin to face the real Reikon, then takes the hits, and with the last strike, gets knocked on his back.

Reikon took a defensive pose and stared down at Jared. To his surprise, his opponent wasn't trying to get up even though he looked to be concious. He waited for the announcer to start the countdown since his opponent was on the ground. Is he giving up? he thought to himself. It was hard to tell, but Reikon wasn't about to let his guard down, espcially since his opponent was hard to predict.

The announcer watched in amazement--and almost confusion--as he tried to keep up with what was going on. It took him a moment to realize that he should begin the countdown when Reikon downed Jared just now.

"That's it, folks! Reikon is the winner!" He shouted into the mic, bringing about a roar of cheers from the crowd.

Reikon stared down at his opponent with his sword drawn until the announcer declares him the winner. After hearing this, Reikon relaxes his posture, and puts his sword back in his sheath. He was somewhat disappointed that his match ended so quickly, but at least his opponent had given him a good fight. He then walks over to one side of the arena, picks up the throwing knife that he had used to break Jared's syringe, and places the knife back in its sheath on his forearm. After glancing once more back at his former opponent, he begins to make his way off the field and back to the locker rooms.

The announcer turned to speak to him, but noticed that by the time he took his eyes off the audience, Reikon had already stepped off the ring. "Huh? Uhh..." He started to look back at Jared, who gets back up, as if he had felt no pain at all, then calmly walks away. "...Well that's that, folks. Stay tuned for the next match!"

Match 3: Nudge the Lopunny VS Static Nega ~Winner: Static Nega
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen, it's finally time for the third match to begin!" The announcer shouted into the mic. The crowd roared with excitement as he introduced the fighters. "In this corner here, we have--" He paused to look at the paper. "A..poke...ahem. We have Nudge the Lopunny!" The audience cheered as he gestured toward the side where Nudge was to arrive. "And in this corner we have...umm.." He paused yet again to look at the paper. "...We've got no info on this guy other than his name: Static Nega!" He gestured to the other side of the ring. "This is an interesting match-up, for sure!"

Static Nega looked across to his opponent, his arms kept crossed across his chest and his expression hard to read. She looked slightly more of a threat than the picture that he had seen in the locker room. Regardless, Static Nega wasn't about to let his opponent win easily, or at all if he could help it. While disappointed that lethal attacks were prohibited, he didn't have to worry too much. His weapon was more of a battering item than an actual sword. However, he would save that for when it was needed.

Nudge took a one look at her opponent, and didn't seem the least bit intimidated. "Tsk, ain't scared a' no wannabe hero." She said as she held out what appears to be a yellow, egg-shaped, gold trimmed gem. "Black Diamond, Unlock!" She shouted as the gem flashed, and a she underwent an intricate transformation sequence, now donning an elaborate magician costume.

The stands were filled with "Oooh"s and "Ahh"s, not expecting such an elaborate performance. The announcer stared dumbfounded at the lopunny, his mind still registering what just happened. "Uhh...I take it that's your--ahem--'Battle gear', huh?" He asked.

The lopunny smirked. "Well, I guess you could say that." She said as she took off her hat, and multiple doves flew out to the audience, who all reacted with a surprised cheer.

Static Nega raised his right eyebrow. "Hmph. I thought this was a battle, not a magic show." he remarked. "Save the parlor tricks for some other time, would you?"

"Impressive! Well then, are both combatants ready?" The MC asked.

Nudge took one more look at Static Nega. "Huh, I was born ready."

Static Nega raised his left hand and looked at it for a second. Electricity coursed up and down his arm, casting a sinster orangish-red glow in a short radius. He then stopped and looked back at his opponent. "You'd better be ready for this." he said outloud. There was no need for him to say that he was ready, the look in his eyes clearly showed that he was ready to fight.

"Alright then, let the match (finally) begin!" The MC announced.

Nudge then took off her coat, and waved it infront of her, and ten musketoons appear on the ground infront of her.

Static Nega began to walk forward. As he did, his body became covered with electricity, casting a sinister orangish-red glow around him. As he moved towards his opponent, he fired a wide blast of lightning towards Nudge. The blast covered a wide range, but could be avoided if his opponent were able to jump over it or flaten herself against the ground. Immedietly after this attack, he fired another swath of electricity, this time towards the musketoons. If the musketoons had any gunpowder in them, the electricity would ignite the gunpowder and cause them to explode.

As the musketoons explode on the ground, Nudge leaps up high into the air and lands behind Static Nega. She the then takes her hat and waves it infront of her, causing eight more musketoons to fall out of her hat, and onto the ground.

Landing behind Static Nega would prove to be a bad idea. As soon as he hears her land behind him, he turns around with surprising speed and unleashes a blast of energy at her. The blast itself wouldn't do any severe damage, but it would definitly knock her back a moderate distance. At this range, the blast would be next to impossible to dodge outright. In addition to her, it knocked back a few of the musketoons as well. Once she was knocked back, he would attempt to use an electromagnetic pulse to lift the remaining guns and throw them at her all at once. Any projectile she launched at him would be caught and suspened with his electromagnetism, so long as they were magnetic in some way.

Nudge then fell to the ground as she was knocked back. She then looked around for any remaining musketoons. She then took a card from her hat and placed it onto her magic wand, turning it into a bow and arrow, and then she aimed at Static Nega and fired.

Static Nega had thrown his payload just moments before Nudge fired. One of the musketoons collided with the arrow, causing the musketoon to explode due to the unstable electromagnetic energy that was still surrounding the gun. The other guns exploded one by one in a domino effect, creating a thick smokescreen between Nudge and Static Nega. Static Nega would use this smoke screen to fire several bolts of electricity at the place where he had last seen Nudge before the smokescreen. Unlike the swath of electricity that he had first used, this attack flew faster towards its target.

Nudge could not see a thing, due to the smokescreen, she tried to hop out of the confusion, but she was struck, multiple times by the bolts of electricity. She then tried to absorb any further bolts with her soft, fluffy fur. She then took another card from her hat, and placed it onto her magic rod, turning it into a shield.

By that time, the smoke had started to clear. As Static Nega strained to see his opponent through the disappearing cloud of dust, ash, and smoke, he could see that she was now equiped with a shield. Static Nega decided not to use his melee weapon just yet. Instead, he threw what appeared to be a small pocket of orangish-red electricity, which landed a very short distance away from Nudge's left. The packet glowed brighter before it would give off a powerful discharge of electricity and a concussive blast. After he threw that, Static Nega's next move would depend on his opponents course of action.

Nudge's shield turns back into a magic wand, and she turned to her left, held up both of her hands, and fired a Shadow Ball at the pocket of electricity, and then quickly stepped back.

While she had done that, Static Nega had run up to her to deliver an attack. He had pulled out his weapon. It looked like a sword, but very different. The blade was thick, but it had a narrow gap running down the center of the sword from its tip all the way down to its hilt, turning it into two blades froming from one hilt. The blades thickened somewhat at the base of the hilt. The long, black handle of the sword was long enough for Static Nega to hold it with two hands. While the blade itself was a steelish color, the outer edges of the sword were black. And to top it all off, electricity like Static Nega's was visibly coursing throughout the blade of the sword.

(I'll post a picture of what the sword closely looks like in the talk page. ~Frost)

Nudge sook one look at Static Nega's sword, and then she lept up high into the air and the landed on the other side of the field. She the then took her hat and waves it infront of her, causing eight musketoons to fall out of her hat, and onto the ground. She then picked one up and fires, but she missed, and the tossed the gun, she then picked up another, and did the same, and continued the cycle, she appears to be missing on purpose, or is she?

Static Nega's swing had missed. He then turned to see her land at the opposite side of the arena. He began to dash towards her, this time charging up a different electrical attack, before he saw her unload with a series of shots. Static Nega didn't have enough time to dodge, but was surprised that she had supposedly missed every shot. What's she doing? he thought. He had a bad feeling about this. He continued to glow as he continued to charge up with electricity. He quickly, but cautiously, made his way forward, just in case something bad was about to happen.

Nudge stood still waiting for him to get closer to her as he made his way forward, she then lept closer to him and then delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen.

Static Nega had started to speed up towards Nudge by this time, as she had been further away. He then used his forward momentum to unleash a devastating attack. He lept over her head just as she lept towards him, just evading the punch and turning upside down in midair. He held his melee weapon to her neck as he lept over her. He would then land right-side up just behind her, with his right hand still griping his weapon as it was pressed against her neck. This would leave Static Nega and Nudge back-to-back and Static Nega's weapon choking her from the front. Following all of this in one quick, smooth motion, Static Nega used all the momentum he had gained to lean forward, pull his weapon (and Nudge with it) forward, and throw Nudge with a lot of force over his head and in the direction he was facing. During the attack, he electrified his body to deal additional damage to Nudge.

As Nudge felt the right pain of the electricity as she fell to the ground, she then struggled to get back up, but she was paralyzed by the electric attack, she then looked at where she had fired her musketoons, and grinned.

Static Nega had stored up a lot of electricity by this point. Seeing that his opponent was on the ground, he was wondering why the announcer hadn't started the countdown yet. Without warning, he felt something wrap around one leg, then both. Looking down, he was surprised to see that his legs were being tied together by a string. Quickly glancing at where the string was coming from, he saw that it was originating from the bullets that Nudge had fired from her musketoons. ''So that's why she wasn't hitting me! It was a trap.'' Static Nega thought as he realized why his opponent hadn't fired the musketoons at him.

Static Nega tried to strike the string with his weapon in an attempt to destroy it. However, he only managed to destroy about two of the stings. The remaining six (including the ones that had tied up his legs) started tying him up. Beause of the strings constircting him, he was foreced to drop his weapon. At this point, his legs were tied together, his hands were tied behind his back, and his arms were tied to his body. He appeared to have been subdued. However, he was still standing and was far from being defeated...

As Static Nega was constricted by Nudge's strings, Nudge pulled out another card from her hat, and placed it against her abdomen, and she was healed from her paralysis. She then removed her bowtie and then held out her hands and the bowtie wrapped around them, and formed a large precision lock cannon that vaguely resembles a revolver. Then took an aim at her constricted target, and prepared for her strongest attack.

Static Nega saw that she was aiming at him with a powerful weapon, but he was ready. He bent forward as he glowed a bright orangish-red for a breif moment, before straightening up and unleashing a blast of electrokinetic energy in all directions. The sheer power of the attack broke his bonds and freed him. The blast's 20 foot radius was visibly seen by everyone as a large, orangish-red semi-sphere of pure electrical power. If Nudge wasn't caught directly in the blast field, the sheer force of this move would be enough to at the very least throw her aim off target and cause her to miss. In addition to this, debris would be kicked up at the outskirts of the blast radius.

As Nudge was hit by the immense electrical blast, her cannon turns back into a cluster of ribbons and unravels apart, causing her to be thrown back by the recoil. She tried to get back up, but she was once again paralyzed, she tried to use one of her cards to heal herself, but she was struck multiple times by the flying debris. She then collapsed onto the field, and reverted back to her original form.

Static Nega was on one knee after he unleashed his attack. The sheer power of that move took a small toll on him. He looked up just in time to watch his opponent fall and revert to her original form. He closed his eyes and a smirk formed on his face. After a moment of struggling, he managed to get up on his feet and stand. He opened his eyes and extended his arm outward towards his weapon, which had been knocked to the edge of the arena by the blast. As his hand glowed a oranish-red, the weapon moved a little bit before moving along the ground back to Static Nega. After getting within about 15 feet, the weapon went airborn and the weapon flew into Static Nega's grasp. The gray feline then put his weapon back in his sheath.

The announcer peeked back up onto the ring from the edge. He quickly climbed back on and exclaimed "And Nudge is down!" as if he were watching the entire time. He began the countdown as he approached her, and checked to see if she was still conscious. "She's out cold, folks! That makes Static Nega the winner!"

The crowd suddenly erupted with cheers. Everyone was quite satisfied with the epic confrontation before them. "Congratulations on your first victory." The MC said to Static Nega, in a more indoor voice.

"I'm not planning on this being my only victory." Static Nega said as he looked at his unconcious opponent. "It's going to take more than just some cheap magic tricks to defeat me." In the back of his mind, the applause from the audience pleased him for some reason. He wasn't really sure why, but it felt good to him. ''Huh. Maybe I should do this tournament thing more often. ''he thought to himself.

"Hear that, folks? This is only the beginning!" The announcer shouted back to the audience, bursting with enthusiasm. Turning back to him, he said "We thank you both for a great match. We'll see you in round two!"

"Stay tuned, everyone! The next match won't be much longer!"

Match 4: Smash The Echidna VS Blitz the Echidna
"And now, folks, we're just about halfway through the first round." The announcer spoke. "We're moving on to the fourth match; Another duel between echidnas. Please welcome one of our famed veteran fighters; Smash the Echidna!" The audience roared with cheers and chants of his name; The blue echidna that stepped onto the ring had clearly made a name for himself around these parts. He glanced around the stadium, hoping to catch a glimpse of his friends and family in the crowd. "And our challenger! A woman named Blitz the Echidna!" The MC gestured toward the other side of the ring, welcoming the next fighter aboard.

Blitz graciously walked into the arena. She looked around at the crowd, cheering them both on, hoping for a great fight. She looked around the arena this time, hoping to figure out some sort of strategy, but she had never fought Smash, so a strategy would be hard to even get right.

Smash returned his gaze to the ring, and was actually somewhat surprised to know that his opponent was a woman. He found it interesting how the matchup's ended up, and wondered what would happen if he and Pearl were to fight in the first match.

"Alright then. Let's briefly go over the rules." The announcer said to the two, already holding his sheet of paper. He read over the rules one more time. Smash, already having memorized the rules at this point, let his eyes wander idly around the ring. He finally spotted the group of people gathered in one spot of the audience and waved to them just before the MC finished. "Alright then, are both fighters ready?"

Smash held his shoulder and wound up his arm, and repeated with the other. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Blitz gave a slight nod of her head, to show that she was ready. "Indeed I am," she said in a monotone and stern tone.

"Alright then. Let the match begin!" He officially announced.

Smash stood his ground, not even entering a battle stance. He stared for a moment, before taking a single step backward. He extended his arm out straight, his hand pointing toward her with his palm facing the ceiling, he made a single, silent gesture that could only mean one thing: "Bring it."

Blitz smirked. "Gladly." Blitz made a risky first move of lunging at Smash, her hands full of electricity bouncing around.

Smash's eyes narrowed when he spotted and heard the electricity in her arms. It would be dangerous to come in contact with them. As soon as she got in range, Smash side-stepped and made a small jump into the air. He whirled around and dealt a swift spin kick to her backside.

Blitz was rather shocked when she was kicked in the back, but she fell to the ground, fazed for a moment, feeling an immense pain in her back. After a moment, she quickly composed herself and got back up. Her hands were still vibrating with electricity and she sent an electric shock at Smash.

Smash took a step back, holding up his arms in front of him. He felt the electricity beginning to surge throughout his body, gritting his teeth as his defenses were breeched. His muscles tensed, his body emitted a faint glow, but before he could go through with his attempt to ward off the shock, it ended. Aftward, his body looked noticeably darker from the burns of the electricity, but he still stood strong. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. He lowered his arms and returned to his battle stance, his expression being all he needed to tell her that she would need to do much better than that if she wanted to take him down.

Blitz stared at Smash for a brief moment, and she then started to charge at him. She stopped on front of him and quickly swiped her leg under his in attempt to knock him down, but the chances were that he would see it coming.

And that he did. He rose his foot and stomped down on her leg, stopping it in place. He then lightly kicked it away from him, barely even phased by her attempt.

Blitz was pushed back, and her leg stopped. She quickly rose to her feet and waited for him to make a move, making a defensive stance.

After that small tussle, Smash could ascertain that she wouldn't last long against him on the offensive. Now he wanted to test her defenses. He slowly walked towards her for about two steps, before suddenly bursting out into a sprint. Given that they were separated only by a couple of feet at the most, he closed in on her almost instantly. He sent a flurry of jabs aimed at every area in the top half of her body, before following up with a multitude of kicks at a similar speed. He finished this combo with a spin kick to her side, whirling around to deal an even stronger right hook to her face.

Blitz noticed his sprint, and as he started to jab at her body she attempted to block them wildly, but a few pierced into her torso, and she winced a little, but quickly regained focus. She noticed the kicks being heaved towards her, and she took a few blows to her torso, but wasn't very fazed. The spin kick hit her, as did the kick to her face, pushing her back a little, but she quickly conposed herself.

As far as he could tell, this match wasn't shaping up to be a very tough one. Smash returned to his battle stance, and gestured for her to make the next move.

Blitz started to charge at Smash, and attempted to move him backwards before attempting to kick him.

He slid his foot back and braced himself for her attack. But the moment she got in range, he suddenly burst forward in an attempt to ram his shoulder into her, which would completely throw her attack off balance.

Blitz's attack was thrown off balance, but she saw this quickly and began to shoot electric bolts directed at him. There was always a possibility that he could defend them off, but she hoped he'd get a bit distracted.

Seeing the bolts coming at him, there was little he could do to avoid them in his position. He braced himself and took the brunt of the attack. Just as it happened, an idea sparked in his mind. He quickly brought himself to the ground and slammed his palm into the floor, releasing the electric charge in his body in the form of a circular shockwave.

Blitz noticed this a bit too late. Some of the bolts shocked her excessively, causing her a lot of pain. She struggled to move while being shocked, but she began to absorb the bolts.

Feeling the adrenaline pumping after that charge, Smash sprinted toward Blitz in order to take advantage of her temporarily stunned state. Within seconds, he had lunged at her, fist cocked behind his head, and threw a mighty punch toward her face.

Blitz was punched by Smash, but she then lifted her arms up to her face to evade any other punches. She was even more stunned, but she shook her head, and prepared to send bolts through Smash if he punched again.

Smash was somewhat surprise that she wasn't knocked over by his punch. He tried to quickly cover up his failed attempt to down her by crouching down to deliver a sweep kick. He whirled around just fast enough to follow up with an uppercut towards her stomach.

Blitz was knocked down by the kicked, but she would send bolts after him after being knocked down. The punch in her stomach dealt some damage, and she held her stomach, before taking deep breaths. She then focused the floor, and smashed her fist into the ground, sending electrical waves throughout it.

Smash was swift enough to evade the bolts during his assault, but the electric waves in the floor surprised him. He quickly began to jump over them, but ended up getting zapped upon landing, anyway. He found himself temporarily paralyzed until the electric currents ended.

Blitz quickly got up, and began to charge at Smash, she threw a fist for his stomach,  trying to hit him before he snapped out of his paralyzation, more bolts jumping around her fist.

Unable to move, Smash was forced to take the brunt of the blow, feeling the electricity course through his body even more intensely from the extra electricity as he fell over. It took him a moment to be able to get back up. He rolled backward to give him some distance between them before returning to his feet. This wasn't looking too good in his favor. He had to think of a strategy.

Blitz saw that she had another chance to strike, and watched him distance himself from her. She quickly charged at him again, more eletricity coursing through her fist. She started to feel tired, but she saw that she needed to do this repeatedly, to attempt to get him down.

He had no time to think of a strategy now; she was coming in fast. He put up a defensive stance. His mind was racing, he needed to do something about that electricity. He held his ground, and got ready to counter whatever she had in store.

Blitz attempted to go in for his diaphram, and then she dealt a swift kick towards his ankles, pulsing electricty at him. She was starting to deal large amounts of electricty to Smash, her face showing determination.

As soon as she got close, Smash performed a somersault into the air, and brought his leg down in an axe kick toward her head. He knew he was taking a risk here, but it was better than taking her attacks full force.

Match 5: Chantrea Moldest VS Bonesy Bomber
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in the direct center of Round one!" The MC cried out into the mic. The audience cheered as the tournament continued. "For our next match, we have a 'Power Hedgehog'...Yes, it's Chantrea Moldest!" The cheers grew louder as he gestured over to the first corner, where she would enter. "And the challenger of this match is a--er..." His loud voice died down as he moved the mic away from his mouth. "..I-is that a skeleton or..." There as a brief pause before he put the mic back in position, "B-Bonesy Bomber!"

The audiences cheers quieted down to a dull roar as the announcer adjusted his glasses, looking back and forth between the two entrances. "Ahem. I said, "For our next match we have Chantrea Moldest and Bonsey Bomber! Come on out!"

Curious murmurs sounded from the crowd as nobody showed up. "Well this is strange...I'm afraid that if the two fighters don't show up, I'll have to disqualify them both."

Chantrea sprinted to her match and bent over to catch her breath. "I apologize for the delay." She said to the announcer.

"It's good to see that you are here, but if your opponent does not show up, I will have to disqualify him."

After another good two minutes of waiting, a security guard showed up in the ring and handed a written note to the MC. He adjusted his glasses a bit as he read it over once. "It seems that our second fighter, Bonsey Bomber, has left the building entirely! We will take this as a forfeit, so that makes Chantrea Moldest the winner by default!"

The crowd sounded with murmurs and complaints. A few of them cheered, if only because the event would finally get a move on. "My apologies, folks! I assure you, this next match will NOT disappoint!"

Match 6: Turbo the Chaos Hedgedragon VS Terrador Bellator
"And now, it's time for the sixth match to begin!" The announcer began. "We have an interesting match-up this time! In this match, we have a powerful hybrid (of some sorts), Turbo the Chaos Hedgedragoooon!" The audience cheered as he pointed to the side where Turbo was entering. "And on our other side, we have a returning challenger; The powerful geomancer, Terrador Bellator!!" The cheers exploded with excitement, as most of them remembered some of his greater matches in the past.

Turbo entered the ring. He came in with a smile on his face, but secretly, he worried about his friend. According to Freezle, the combined head trauma and all the individual noises funnelled into his mind caused him to nearly collapse. However, he was not going to let that phase him. He cracked his knuckles.

Moments after, the brown hybrid made his way into the arena. His bare feet slowly shuffled against the ground the closer he got to his opponent, his emerald eyes narrowing at the hedgedragon. As he reached a close enough distance, he stopped and assumed his fighting stance waiting for the announcer to initiate the battle. It appeared he wasn't one for formalities as he wished to start the fight here and now.

"Alright then, let me repeat the rules for you." The announcer said, his paper at the ready. He read them aloud and clear enough for each of them to understand, though seemed to be bored of saying the same thing each match. "Alright then, are both fighters ready?"

Terrador gave a simple nod in response. His markings then adorned a green glow. Moments after, the Baculum Petra donned a similar glow from within his pocket. The half foot dark brown staff hoisted itself from the baggy tan pants. This appeared to be a useless weapon given its size, but as Terrador placed both hands on it, the size grew to roughly 4 feet. With a few swift and impressive swings of his weapon, the hybrid readied himself for his opponent, giving him a gesture to attack.

"Ya..." Turbo responded. "I have the rules down." he cracked his necks, and sparks came out of his shoes. He started to let the nergy in his body flow through, and a soft hum was heard through the air.

"Okay then! Let the match..." The announcer took a few steps back to give them some room, "...BEGIN!"

Terrador continued to stare his opponent down without a word. His eyes and stance were much like the element he had vast control over. He watched as the energy formed and instantly wondered what his opponent would make of it.

"I offer you the first strike." the badgermolechidna rigidly offered with a gesture. The grip on his mythical weapon increased as he felt this individual was no easy opponent to overcome.

Turbo smirked, then charged forward with a great speed, readying a fist crackling with electrical energy. He was prepared to use no less than what was neccessary to win in this battle.

Terrador watched his opponent charge forth with great attention. Every step Turbo made, the hybrid would sense the vibrations through the earth and within moments, he determined how long it would take for his foe to reach him. Since his time was short and a short ranged attack was needed, the Geomancer swiftly dropped his staff, its size gradually reverting to its normal and near useless size as it fell towards the ground. His fists tightened as he continued to deeply analyze Turbo's movements as he prepared for a counter attack.

Turbo kept moving at great speeds, before attempting to smash his his fist directly at Terrador's chest.

Now was the moment to react. Terrador watched the fist aim for his chest and kept a keen eye on his opponent's movements. The moment Turbo swung, the badgermolechidna swiftly sidestepped, avoiding the fist in what one could only describe as the last possible second. Without wasting any time and retaining fluid movement, Terrador crouched slightly and sent a quick elbow to the hybrid's stomach. This wasn't meant to deal much damage, but rather stun him and possibly send him stumbling back a couple steps.

Turbo was hit, and used that moment to apply a technique that had served him many times before. He was hit, and then literally exploded into large globs of thick, battery charged blue, slime. These slimes then divided into three seperate puddles, each giving off a sort of electric hum.

The intial explosion cuased Terrador to stumble back a few feet, not from the pressure itself, but more like surprise at such a thing. Panicking only for the briefest of moments, the markings on his forehead and left foot adorned a glow as he applied a swift stomp to the ground. Turbo would see the earth below cling to the Geomancer's body and form to perfectly fit his figure. Feeling a majority of the slime had made its way onto the rocks covering him, Terrador took an abrupt step backwards, slipping out of his makeshift armor. It even retained his shape, but wouldn't last long as barely a couple seconds went by and he sent it hurlding at the hedgedragon with a hefty kick. If this were to make its mark, the damage would be high and considering Terrador assumed his foe would either avoid it, or brush off the damage, he readied himself to luanch more projectiles. He would rather not be covered by the slime again after all.

The four slimes made sure to scatter with great speeds as the rock was thrown. Each slime then went to a corner, and formed perfect copies of Turbo. Each gave a faint electric hum. The fist of each of the electric slime clones crackled with powerful electrical pulses.

"Black Lightning!" they all shouted, before each firing an electrical blast of pure black electricity at Terrador.

Terrador watched in confusion as clones of his opponent formed around him. Watching the energy form in their hands, he needed to do something quick. Watching his armor seconds away from striking Turbo, he outstretched a hand and pointed a palm at it. The rocks came to a sudden stop and were pulled towards the badermolechidna. Similar to what he did moments ago, the stone shaped around his body right as the electricity was unleashed. The armor did its job and Terrador was temporarily stunned. He would quickly shake this off however and would be ready for whatever Turbo or his clones would throw his way.

Even as the armor took most of the damage for the lightning, Terrador would begin to suffer from a DoT. A Damage of Time. Every few seconds, he'd take a bit of damage, continuing for a minute or so. Each of the four clones then held their hand back, and a sparkle of energy appeared in them. "Chaos..."

Terrador took a step to initiate a ranged attack aimed for the clone on his frontal left side and would mimic this 3 other times for the remaining clones. However, he continued to be stunned as he felt damage being done to him by a seemingly unknown force. He couldn't bring himself to move for the time being. He watched as the energy formed around him as he began to fight the pain and regain control over his body. A grin stretched across his muzzle, hidden by the stone mouthguard as he had a plan in mind when the Turbo doppelgangers readied their attack.

The four Turbo then created four purple wisps of energy thaat turned into spear shaped energy. They then all threw them. "SPEAR!" they shouted. All four destructive energy projectiles then blasted at Terrador.

The quartet of projectiles struck there target, causing the armor to explode in a flurry of rocks spread in all directions. This also resulted in a small cloud of dust that covered a good part of the arena that would hinder visibility to a small degree. This would clear moments after and Terrador would be no where to be seen. It was almost as if he vanished until a faint rumbling was seen in the middle of the arena. Terrador suddenly burst from the ground, his body slightly curled up with a large boulder almost the size of him floating in front of him as he soared upwards. With a spirited shout and a surge of Geokinetic energy, the large rock was evenly split into 4 sections, each shaped like a spear that was launched at each clone. These would most likely dispose of the clones if connected. Afterwards, Terrador would land on the ground and prepare himself for what was next.

Three of Turbo's slime clones managed to dodge being split in half. However, one was brutally split on half by the attack, and melted into slime. The others then each fired a bolt of pale blue lightning at Terrador, each trying to shock the Geokinetic unconscious.

Seeing the clones launch another projectile, Terrador was ready to defend himself. With a swift and powerful stomp, 3 walls of rock were formed and absorbed the electricity, sparing the Geomancer the paralyzing shock. With a quick punch to 2 of them and a kick to the remaining one, each of the barriers were hurled at the slime beings and would deal a great amount of damage. After this, Terrador would likely set his eyes on the real Turbo.

The two slimes clones turned into masses of gelatinous electrified ooze. The Real Turbo jumped high into the air, using his energy and his natural ability to jump very high. He then spread his wings, and took flight, eying Terrador with an unwavering glare.

At this moment, Terrador was breathing slightly heavy. His ,markings began to don a faint gray hue as he glared back at his advisory with equal intensity.

"Now that I am finished with your decoys." He started, pointing a palm at his staff that remained on the ground. The stone weapon glowed green and floated towards its wielder where he firmly gripped it. Upon doing so, it grew in size to better fit the Geomancer, reaching roughly 4 feet in length. "How about we truly get things underway."How about we truly get things underway." He inquired, swinging his staff a number of tines before aiming the tip at Turbo.

Match 7: Bethany the Coeurl VS Zerofuse the Hedgehog
"Alriiiight, ladies and gentlemen! We're moving on to the seventh match!" The MC yelled. "So let's get right down to it! First up is the mountain lioness, Cora!" The crowd sent their cheers and applause as he introduced her. "And our other combatant is--" He suddenly coughed without warning. "Ahem, sorry. Our other combatant is Zerofuse the Hedgehog!"

The small "mountain lion" stepped into the ring, hiding her face and body with her cowl and cloak. She stood silently, watching for her opponent to appear. She batted her tail back and forth in anticipation.

Bethany continued to stand near the entrance. She unsheathed the claws in her left hand and looked at the, before retracting them out of boredom. "Where is the hedgehog...?" She asked herself out loud.

Bethany started tapping her foot irritatedly. She looked up at the announcer, "Is this hedgehog going to come, or what?" She asked, with obvious impatience in her voice.

The announcer bit his lip, seemingly just as impatient as she was. He cleared his throat, "Zerofuse the Hedgehog, Please hurry up and report to the ring!"

Zerofuse darted to the ring. "Crap!" HE yelled right before he tripped. He landed face first and slid. He got on one knee at looked at Bethany. He cracked his knuckles and stood up. "Sorry I'm late..." He said.

"About time..." Bethany muttered as she lowered her hood, showing her cute cat face, with a small scar on her left cheek. She planted the staff on the ground and looked at Zerofuse, "Shall we begin?"

Zerofuse looked at her. He blushed. "Uh..." He quickly shook his head and ignored her cuteness. "Let's do this!" He said. After a few seconds, he created a nice fireball. "Ready?" He asked with a smirk.

Bethany raised a finger, "Wait for the anouncer, first..." She replied, then stared at his flaming hand.

"Ahem." The announcer cleared his throat. "Try not to be so late next time. You could cause a lot of trouble for us, and it's bad for our image if a guy doesn't show up for his match." He warned, although it sounded more like a scolding. "Anyway, lemme go over the rules real quick." He took out the paper that was tucked under his arm and read it aloud once more for them both to hear and understand. After giving them a brief overview of the rules, he looked up at them. "Well it seems you both are already ready, so let's not waste anymore time. Let the match begin!"

Zerofuse just stood there. He looked Bethany in the eyes. "Make the first move." Zerofuse said. He had a devious smile on his face and put his hands behind his back.

"If that is what you wish..." She replied, giving an "innocent" smile. The placed her hand on the ground and looked ahead of her as three figures came from the ground. The first appeared to be a skeleton; the second, a zombie-like creature; and the third, an abomination of body parts. She gave off another cute smile, "How do you like my army?" She asked, teasingly.

Zerofuse smile faded away. "You're kidding..." He said. He took a defensive position and hand a fireball in each hand. He looked at the "army" and though about his options. ''Do I attack these things? OR do I avoid them and attack her? C'mon Zero! Think! ''He finally made a decision and threw both fireballs at Bethany.

Bethany raised her hand, and a small shield of white energy formed in front of her and blocked the fireballs. The zombie-like creature lurched forward at Zerofuse, flailing its arms madly.

Zerofuse backflipped about three time to get away from it. He stood at the edge of the ring and was about to fall.

The "zombie" charged at Zerofuse, and attempted to tackle him, while the limb abomination made its way towards the hedgehog. Bethany simply stood back, smiling.

Zerofuse lunged forward, taking the hit from the zombie creature. He hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad.

The creature hit dead on his chest, then somehow formed claws and dragged them across the hedgehog's chest, leaving four slash marks. It then started to morph and take on the form of Zerofuse, before running back to its master, while the skeleton guarded its movements.

Zerofuse clutched his chested with both hands and stepped back. ''Zero! Don't attack her! Get rid of the little things first! ''He thought to himself. He shot a fireball at the skeleton.

Match 8: Tharros Polemistis VS Bentley the Vuerna
"Here we go, everyone! We're getting close to the end of Round One!" The announcer declared, with cheers following his excited announcement. "With the eighth match underway, we have a rare Griffin warrior--Tharros Polemistis!!" The crowds cheers changed to loud murmurs of curiosity. People form all over the world usually came for the World Tournament, but this type of appearance was unusual. "And the challenger! Bentley the Vuerna!"

Heavy taloned feet made their way into the arena. Tharros appeared relaxed and confident about his first match in this tournament. His pace was somewhat slow and leisurely. The Sky Peircer rested in one of his brown furred paws. His deep and rigid gold eyes searched for his opponent as he made it to the center of the ring.

A blonde furred vulpine strided confidently into the arena. Bentley held his staff tightly as he made his way to the middle. With his other hand, he ran his fingers through his pine green hair, smiling confidently.

Tharros looked curiously at the unfamiliar creature approaching him. He positioned himself into a slightly refined fighting stance.

"So it appears you are my first opponent. I wish you luck." The Griffin said in a somewhat friendly tone.

Bentley nodded. "As to you," he said, keeping his confident composure but somewhat shocked at how tall the Griffin was compared to himself, and his tail fire flickered a light blue.

"Okay, before we begin, let's quickly go over the rules once more." The announcer said. He didn't even need the paper to repeat them, as he'd memorized them by now. After reading over them, he asked "Are you both ready to begin?"

"Yes." Tharros said sternly, shuffling his taloned feet, beak twisting in a confident grin as he awaited the time to begin the battle. He took a careful note of the tail of his opposition. The change in color brought much curiosity and he would be watching it carefully.

Bentley scanned the arena for a quick minute, so he could figure out a strategy. He then shifted his focus back to Tharros.

"Are you ready?" The announcer asked again, this time directed toward Bentley.

A chuckle was heard from Tharros at this moment.

"How about we assume so; it appears he is ready." the hybrid stated, spreading out his massive, ivory feathered wings that almost doubled his already impressive height.

"Uh, okay.." came a flat reply from the announcer.

Bending his white feathered knees, he sprung upwards with a hefty leap, his robust wings propelling him a great distance from the ground. Bentley, as well as the audience and the announcer would then hear the Griffin's signature battle cry right after he stopped and hovered in the air with a continuous flap of his wings. The ear piercing screech of an eagle would resonate throughout the stadium which ended with the low and deep roar of a lion. He directed his attention back to his opponent far below and looked to see if he was actually prepared before he made a move.

Bentley stared at Tharros oddly. He nodded at the announcer. "Yes, I am ready." Bentley swung his staff, signaling that he was indeed ready for his opponent.

"Alright, then. Let's get this show on the road! Let the match begin!" The MC took this as his cue to clear the ring, not wanting to get in the way.

It looked as if his opponent were ready. Tharros crossed his arms and pondered for a few moments. Seeing a creature he never even heard of brought much fascination to the Griffin and he wanted to test his strength against it. Firstly, he had to see what this Veurna was capable of. Gripping one of the shafts of his weapon, he began a series of spins that progressively increased speed. He became a blur of colors moments after and with a loud and spirited shout, he threw his weapon at Bentley. The Sky Piercer spun in rapid circles, almost as if Tharros had thrown a helicopter blade. It sailed through the air with immense speed and would reach its target within a few seconds. For both of their sakes, the hybrid was hoping it would be avoided.

Bentley dodged both the attacks, but he lost balance and was extremely disoriented at what had just happened. He lurched backward, but he regained his composure and twisted his staff eagerly. He was tempted to taunt the Griffin, but he decided not to. He looked into Tharros' eyes and watched and waited for him to make another move, or he would do so himself.

One of the bladed tips dug into the ground of the arena in a loud crash. Tharros let out a chuckle at the sight, his beak twisting in a smug grin. With a sigh, he decided to ease things down. In his mind, he wished to lunge down with great speed, using both the insane amounts of momentum, coupled with his formidable strength to perhaps end this match, but he wanted to enjoy things. With his arms crossed, he levitated back down where his taloned feet soon met with the ground.

"It appears I got rather carried away." he said, mainly to himself. "Now." he started, stern golden eyes staring down the Veurna. "How about you show me what power you possess?" he requested, the smirk returning as he shuffled his feet about to place himself in a fighting stance.

Bentley smirked a little and positioned himself. He readily set his body on fire, with rapidly changing colors. He dove at Tharros, shooting fire balls from his skin as he did so.

Tharros instantly became aware of the flames enveloping his opponent. He would need to keep distance between them to not cause damage to himself. His weapon would work well against the fire, but he needed to get to it first. Retracting his wings, the avian feline sidestepped to avoid the projectiles. He had a plan in mind and would need a moment to put things in place. He would focus on avoiding the orbs of fire in the mean time.

Bentley approached closer, wildly still firing the fire towards Tharros. He grinned slightly, but he threw his staff at Tharros,his staff now on fire.

Tharros continued to approach Bentley in a zig zag pattern to maneuver past the orbs of flame. Seeing his opponent ready to throw the staff, the Griffin thought quickly and spread out his right wing. Right as Bentley chucked his weapon, the hybrid flapped his wing once and launched a crescent shaped construct of wind. Considering these are known the cut through steel, the staff may be sliced in half. However, given their inaccuracy, it may simply redirect it elsewhere or miss entirely. Either way, the ancient warrior would keep a close eye and react accordingly.

The staff split in half, but it would most likely burn Tharros a bit before the fire sputtered out from the wind. Bentley then charged at Tharros, trying to hit his wings, and not his whole body.

Tharros watched as the separate halves set ablaze came flying his way. Retracting his wing and bending his white feathered knees, he took a mighty leap into the air and initiated a twisting flip. He winced in pain as he felt the high temperatures graze his back. Completing his spin and landing perfectly on his taloned feet in a crouched position, he burst upward with his left paw balled in a fist aiming for Bentley's muzzle. This would most likely knock him back and cause moderate damage as the Griffin found himself awkwardly placed and couldn't place much strength in his attack.

Match 9: Monk VS The Berserker
"After that exciting match, it's time to start the ninth one!" The announcer announced. The crowd cheered once more as he read the matchup. "Here we have someone who just goes by the name 'Monk'! C'mon out, Mr. Monk!" The audience gave an applause as he gestured toward the end of the ring where he'd show up. "Let's hope Mr. Monk is a natural born fighter, because this next opponent doesn't cut any slack! The grizzliest fighter in the Blitz Pit: The Berserker!"

The huge black bear stomped up onto the ring, shaking the ground with every step. He held a large hammer almost as big as he was over his shoulder. His narrow eyes glared at the end of the ring where his opponent would show.

A black cat, with a yellow stripe that went from his forehead to his left eye stepped into the ring. He had two unusual blades and a few knives at the belt on his waist. He looked up at his opponent and smirked. He then crossed his arms and waited, flicking his tail back and forth.

"Okay then, lemme just give you the rundown on the rules." The announcer said. He quickly went over them, but seemed to eye the black bear cautiously as he did. "Alright, you got that? Both fighters ready?"

"I've been ready." The huge grizzly barked, his booming voice gruff, deep, and full of impatience. "I don't have time to sit here listening to you yammer on about the same thing every match. Hit the bell already." It seemed he wasn't too pleased with waiting so long to get to his battle. He didn't have much else to do in the locker room after tearing through all the training equipment.

Monk took obvious notice of his opponent's impatience, and smirked to himself. With a swift motion, he drew one of the serrated longswords from his back, and stood, facing his opponent. He remained nearly motionless, as he awaited his opponent's first move.

"...Okay so I take it that means a yes." The announcer said to Monk, as he'd been expecting a vocal answer from him. "In that case..." He backed all the way up to the end of the ring, "Let the match begin!"

The instant he finished that sentence, The Berserker came charging like an angry bull, roaring a battle cry so fiercely that they could almost feel the soundwaves from it. His heavy footsteps made the whole floor vibrate in his rush to battle. With a powerful heave, the large, blunt hammer came swinging out toward his opponent as if he were playing golf with him. A blow like this could very easily knock him all the way into the audience.

Monk stood motionless, until the bear threw the swing. He quickly hopped over the hammer, slashing at the bear's arm with the blade. If it hit, Berserker would have a lacerrated cut on his forearm.

The blade simply grazed past his fur, leaving only a scratch. With the same arm, he let go of the hammer and attempted to bat him away while he pulled the weapon back into position for another strike with his other hand.

Monk grabbed hold of the arm as it came around, and wrapped arund it. Once the swing was over, he let go and flew a short distance away, twisting in the air to land on his feet. He then resheathed the blade and pulled out a large dart-like needle, and readied himself.

The maneuver only seemed to irritate him as his opponent managed to get away from him. But not for long. By the time Monk had brought out his next weapon, The Berserker had already caught up to him. He hurled his hammer in an overhead swing, bringing it down toward his head with destructive force.

Monk spun to his left, in a clockwise spin. He evaded the hammer in the process and stretched out his arms to gain momentum as he accurately threw the large needle into the bear's right shoullder. The chances of dodging were almost nil, due to the speed of the needle, and the bear already having hit the ground with the hammer, and likely needing time to react. He then readied himself for the next strike.

The needle struck dead on, but he shrugged it off without even wincing. Continuing on his assault, he dragged the hammer toward Monk, ready to slam it into his side.

Monk jumped a few feet into the air as the hemmer approached. He threw a snap kick for the bear's muzzle in the process, then landed, immdiately diving away. He ended the dive in a rool, into a standing position and turned to face his opponent.

Instead of simply taking the kick like he may have thought, The Berserker thrust his head toward his foot as a sort of counter, which would no doubt leave Monk's foot in pain; He was definitely a hard-headed guy. Again, he shrugged off the pain and barrelled toward him, now holding his hammer up with one hand, charging with his shoulder forward. He was going to ram into him, and his hammer was ready for a follow-up attack.

Monk waited until the bear was closer, then jumped clean over his head, spinning around and throwing another needle at the bear's back in the process. He landed, again facing the Berserker. He decided to change strategies, and go for a different type of countering.

The bear seemed ready for this, as the moment he sprung of the ground, his large hammer was ready to swat him right back down.

Monk saw the hammer at the last second, and let his feet hit it, then coil down. He then sprung back from it, so he wouldn't be hurt from the blow, and flipped upright in the air. He skidded more than a dozen feet back from the momentum, then readied himself.

Again, The Berserker came stomping back over toward him like some kind of juggernaut. He let out a battle cry, waving his hammer in the air as each step shook the ring like thunder. His sudden burst of vigor could only mean trouble once he reached him.

Monk shrugged off the launching, Well, I guess it's time for more than just a fist or blade...He thought to himself, as his body started to light up with a pale green energy. He waited until the berserker would get close and swing again, before bursting out of the way with unnatural speeds. He would then dash behind the bear and jump up throwing a kick for the back of his head. The maneuver took place in roughly a second.

The bear lashed out as planned, and way quicker than expected. Yet he was still able to dodge and get behind him before he knew what happened. He lurched forward from the force of the blow, but turned around and swung at him again, roaring in anger.

Monk had landed by the time, and bent backwards, under the horizontal swipe of the hammer. He continued his bending backwards into a handsprint, and landed almost five feet away.

And once again, the angry bear charged at him at full force. He seemed even faster than before, and reached him in a matter of seconds. "I'M GONNA POUND YOU!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. True to his word, his hammer came flying at him faster than he could run. And again, and again, He swung like a mad man. His multitude of strikes coming from just about every direction in front of him made it dangerous to try and guard or counter.

Monk jumped back after the strikes, nimbly evading them, until he was nearly at the edge of the ring. He suddenly glowed bright green and seemed to vanish, appearing on the complete other side of the stadium, leaving a trace of the green energy where he stood. Monk seemed to be hurt slightly by his move, but that was recovered in a few seconds. He watched to see what the enraged bear would do.

Monk had just left right as The Berserker slammed his hammer down, crushing the spot where he once stood. He lifted it up and was baffled at the sight--or lack thereof. His opponent was nowhere to be seen. He looked around almost frantically, grunting and growling at every turn until his eyes rested upon the cat at the other side of the ring. Something about this seemed to set him off. He hadn't realized until now that he was simply being toyed with. He huffed and puffed, boiling with anger. If steam could come out his ears and nose, they definitely would be right now. His eyes were bloodshot red with pure rage. "How dare you make a fool of me! HOW DARE YOU! I'LL SMASH YOUR GUTS OUT!!" He roared so loud and fiercely, that it almost felt like his voice was literally pushing him backward. He came charging like a bull, about as fast as a train. His hammer was at the ready, and any chance of mercy was completely thrown out the window. If he won this battle, he might end up getting disqualified anyway for killing his opponent.

Monk waited near the edge of the ring. He repeated the same process as before,moving to the other side of the ring as he got close. He seemed to be hurt more by it this time, and placed is left hand over his heart. This time, however, he waited, holding a handful of the throwing needles at the ready.

He spun around and changed course immediately, seemingly repeating the same process. Suddenly, in a fit of rage, he threw his gigantic hammer at him from halfway across the ring. It came spinning at him like a huge whirlwind, and all the while he was running right behind it.

Monk jumped roughly eight feet into the air, over the hammer, but te wind around it messed him up. He landed sideways and fell to te ground, leaving an opportunity to attack.

Gravity kicked in and the hammer began to arc downward. It crashed into the wall below the audience stands, shaking it up enough for people to scream in panic. The bear reached him quickly and began to pound his massive fists on him, alternating between hands as each punch came down with thunderous force.

Monk noticed him draw close, and did something unexpected. In a flash of light he changed, into the smaller form of a non-mobian cat. He quickly got up off the ground and sprinted away from the bear, but not before taking a direct hit to the back.