Elizabeth's Domain

[Bern]

Valerie - Arena 1

"Seriously?"

A slight rise of his eyebrow was the only response he got to his resumed identical assault before the blonde bloodsucker was inside his guard and was tossing him aside, letting his body sail across the whole of the night club arena.

"A little whelp is what you are....."

She sat down on some conveniently placed furniture and crossed her legs.

"One who cannot reign in their baser instincts. I see you have been depriving yourself of the ecstasy that comes with knowing the precise moment to let it all go."

[SINIB]

Round 2: Arena 3
Mira Vs. Wendy

In this arena, there was no floor, only a seemingly bottomless abyss. Its inky darkness extended down forever into the depths-something that should have been impossible for such a structure, but it existed here nonetheless. There were several floating platforms at different altitudes, connected by flimsy looking bridges and each having a box sitting in the middle. They were large enough to maneuver around on, but a careless move could send the opponent flying into its depths.

"In this arena, if you fall, you're not immediately out! You get re-positioned to the center of one of these floating rocks after falling! But, beware, fall three times, for any reason, and you're out for good!" Cherry exclaimed from the announcer's booth. "Furthermore, items will appear inside the boxes! But who knows what they might hold within them? Help? Weapons? Buffs! It can even hinder you, so be careful! Of course, you can always win by knocking out your opponent!"

"Tch. Little brat, dragged up into that booth by her betters. Reminds me of you, twerp. You're only here because you're Vanilla's little toy." The violet-haired monster stood across from Mira, several rocks away from her. She picked a piece of bone from her teeth, flicking it to the ground before rubbing her slightly-distended gut. She'd had one meal today, but she was still hungry-and the thought of raping Vanilla's wife was getting her excited.

She just hoped Lizzy wouldn't end the fun too soon.

Mira

Arena 3

"A gimmick fight..." Mira, looking somewhat less worse for wear than at the end of her last fight, murmured to herself as her eyes took in every detail of the battlefield presented to her. It brought her back into focus, allowed her to draw upon what she'd learned to prepare to go all out. It was unfortunate that she'd had very little time to study her next opponent, but she could do the next best thing and prepare.

But as she took in the red-skinned devil's proclamations she nearly lost track of her enemy's...

Provocation.

Her nostrils flaring, her blood boiling in her veins, the faint haze of her environment's ambient chi being drawn toward her body grew brighter still. Mira's hands clenched into fists, and the sound of her knuckles cracking heralded her comeback. "Big words for the speed bump I have to roll over before I punch her in her pretty little face."

Wendy

The ground beneath her feet exploded into dust and rubble as she burst up towards Mira's perch, crossing the distance between them in just an instant. She slammed facefirst into the floating bolder, shaking the entire structure and threatening to bring it all down.

For the first time, Mira could see her back-it was covered in deep bloody lacerations, swolen and flared up from repeated, constant abuse. The wendigo began to get up, but would Mira offer her the chance to do so?

[Kotomine_Rin]

ZEKE - Arena 1

Death.

His eyes widened. He knew she was fast, but- woah! Suddenly, he grabbed onto the floor and slid  accross the arena, flipping acrobatically with a seamless impact to control his landing.  Whew, that was close. He felt a chill for a second there.

Because...right now...

Zeke was squaring off against a legend.

He looked forward at the sitting Vampire Lord with genuine regard, admiration... and a smidget of bloodlust. A snap of his fingers, and his shadow boiled over with a black hawk-like beast. It perched on his arm - and spoke. It was probably the crass sort of language Zeke would use, or maybe it was how his intent was reflected by the shadows. Who knows?

"Nah, that's not it. I just don't want to. Besides... It sure beats your pissy nonchalance. Why hold back on the slaughter when its just so damn fun?"  He started scratching his neck, grinning ravenously while his false mouth spoke. "Nah. I know what I want. Acting all coy just wouldn't suit me. This world's going to dissappear some day, so you might as well live like it's your last."

And with that, he resumed his fighting stance. He was grinning ear to ear, much like a child. Or a monster. Both can be equally cruel, you know?

"Don't worry though, I love you the way you are."

[YOLF]

Orcus
Arena 2

"Wasn't there? You're very comfortable with letting them leech off you." The knowing smile squashed itself, and black metal snapped into being. Razored gauntlets and ripping greaves fit themselves to Orcus, and half a dozen disembodied claws vibrated around him. "It's almost like you don't know."

His heel dug into the ground, and the threatening whine of Chaosbringer stilled. The next moment it roared, and the claws tore past the sound barrier, flying slashes converging on Nanako. Orcus lunged after the traitorous reflex to follow, shattering the earth in his wake.

Waves of force carried his voice. "Maybe you just don't care!"

[yinsukin]

Audience: Arena 1

The silence of the audience broke as the first attack connected.  Voices began to bounce through the arena, filling the air with chatter.  The man who commented on her lack of consistency with her legend nodded, folding his arms across his chest.  "Well she might not be tall and scary, but she lives up to the myths at least in power."

A man dressed in a full gee shook his head.  "Maybe but Zeke struggled against the other dojo master Seras as well.  His strength isn't something that can be measured in traditional power alone."

"Are you kidding me?  Thats Valarie, the king.  Its said she used to spar with Sethrol when he was young and win.  The gulf between Zeke and Seras isn't even comparable..."

"Well then what is this before us?  A simple day for the vampire king, or another miracle unfolding...."

[Aiden]

Wendy

The ground beneath her feet exploded into dust and rubble as she burst up towards Mira's perch, crossing the distance between them in just an instant. She slammed facefirst into the floating bolder, shaking the entire structure and threatening to bring it all down.

For the first time, Mira could see her back-it was covered in deep bloody lacerations, swolen and flared up from repeated, constant abuse. The wendigo began to get up, but would Mira offer her the chance to do so?

Mira

Arena 3

The martial artist brought her fists together, planted her feet firmly into the boulder to stabilize her position atop of it, and glared down. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mira brought them down in a hammer blow right along one of the seams Wendy's impact created in the platform, and shattered it while her opponent was still working her way out from the wreckage. In the meantime, she herself pushed off the crumbling debris to make her way to the next nearest place she could stand, to watch her foe fall into the abyss.

[Bern]

Valerie - Arena 1

"If you refuse to relinquish those ways-"

The murky piece of furniture she resided on exploded as the Vampire rocketed into action with unseen fury. This fury was all the anger, all the rage she had built up at being drafted into this forsaken stupid tournament crystallized into one single never ending moment.

Yet it was so much more.

It was also all of the sorrow and the regret that she had ever experienced all of these emotions were things you drew upon as you reached that higher state, the peak of perfection where the borders between you and the world blur.

It was,'t just negative emotions. Joy, happiness and love all of the times she had triumphed and all of the memories she had built they were all her experience to draw upon.

And hers alone.

A lone fist filled his whole visions. No, it wasn't just one.

The teachings of the great hero Yamada was passed onto that fist. It wasn't the secret final Ki technique, no it was the true source of his strength, that he had only passed on to a mere handful.

The will to never give up


"THEN WE WILL STOP YOU!"

[Kotomine_Rin]

Zeke - Arena 1

CRACK!!

The chair suddenly snapped. His expression shifted - but it was too late! The fist smashed straight against his face! What the audience heard wasn't the furniture, it was Zeke's face. A fist with her entire soul. Her will. Her legacy. No... her master's.

It was as bright as the stars.

However...





Valerie was a wall he couldn't get to budge, not even with his strongest physical strike. A pillar of power beyond him.

"Hm? ~ ♩ ♪ ♫ ! "

This time, it was Zeke that hadn't budged.

He was just staring down at his opponent with the biggest, childiest gleeful smile you could offer. Even with her glorious fist dug deep in his cracked face, he looked jolly as ever. No, it was because the punch had dug that far into his face that he was this happy. So it takes this little to get a Nexus Lord to act, hm? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

"Girl. I'm telling you ♪..." But he didn't mind. On the contrary. He felt that punch. That spirit. It was world rending in its radiance. And yet... hadn't he been struck in the face by that girl before? Or was it another Valerie? Hrm, the invasion in that Little Rus felt like so long ago... but he didn't care about that. The past is uncertain and ever fleeting. He didn't actually think about any of that. But there was one thing he recognized.

"You're so cute when you're fired up."

Valerie's hand scorched and burnt against him. Smoke and cooked flesh slightly burned from her knuckles, and a radience warned of a strike far brighter than her lofty ideals. "NOVA!!"

[Bern]

Valerie - Arena 1

Really?

This was about the last thing you'd expect from someone who went all in like this on the darkness theme. And that's precisely why she wasn't surprised.

He was predictable in that he always went for the most outlandish thing.

"Have it your way."

Her melting hand was torn away from his smoldering furnace of a body and reached behind her to-

Come forth oh herald of the dark

It slashed violently at his form.

A claw?

This wasn't the the blunt force of a hand, no it was something different, something far sharper than a hand.

Her scythe.

The Essence Reaver tore at his body, his soul and his very essence. Faster and faster it dug into him over and over, it was like a blur and then it was nothing but a shimmer and a stab of pain

PAIN PAIN PAIN

SLLASH SLASH SLASH.

Every slash faster than the last, her assault was relentless and every swing siphoned him of his very life and fueled hers, so that she could weather his dark flames.

And cut him again.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Zeke - Arena 1

Zeke knew just how terrifying this small girl could be.

But it was not so. Even he couldn't have forseen this.

"Kh-!"

The first one to be shredded was the detestable bird. Zeke instinctively flinched, jumping back to shield his body. But... it was too late. He had already walked into the jaws of the monster, willingly. How could he complain about its bite?

Valerie - Arena 1


PAIN PAIN PAIN

SLLASH SLASH SLASH.

Every slash faster than the last, her assault was relentless and every swing siphoned him of his very life and fueled hers, so that she could weather his dark flames.

And cut him again.

Were they her claws? Her fangs? Some secret weapon? Zeke couldn't tell. He didn't even care. Black ooze erupted from his shredded body. The grinning shell, or the hollow eyes. Which one outweighed the other?

"Aaa....aaaaaaaaaa...!!"  These strikes were different. They weren't regal like a martial artist's! But wild, relentless, cutting into him even when he flew back. Even the strikes he managed to miraculously soften kissed his shell with such fervor his life was burning away from him. His mind. His soul. His very life! His magic saved him where his body failed him. But it was futile.

The beast was rushing at him with the very power to slay him.

Orion.

And thus, the end begins.

The dark star exploded in motion like a comet, hurrying back to gain distance and avoid further damage. No, it was shooting to flank her like a beast of old! The monsters of myth! Left, then right again! A shooting star!

HARDENING!!

Kkkr....krrrrrr....kshhhh...

[SINIB]

Wendy

The ground beneath her feet exploded into dust and rubble as she burst up towards Mira's perch, crossing the distance between them in just an instant. She slammed facefirst into the floating bolder, shaking the entire structure and threatening to bring it all down.

For the first time, Mira could see her back-it was covered in deep bloody lacerations, swolen and flared up from repeated, constant abuse. The wendigo began to get up, but would Mira offer her the chance to do so?

Mira

Arena 3

The martial artist brought her fists together, planted her feet firmly into the boulder to stabilize her position atop of it, and glared down. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mira brought them down in a hammer blow right along one of the seams Wendy's impact created in the platform, and shattered it while her opponent was still working her way out from the wreckage. In the meantime, she herself pushed off the crumbling debris to make her way to the next nearest place she could stand, to watch her foe fall into the abyss.

Wendy

Before the Wendigo could even stand up, Mira was long gone, and she found herself in a predicament. The platform was crumbling around her, and she needed to escape. Her eyes bulged open and her nostrils flared. Long-dormant survival instincts kicked in, relying purely upon her natural strengths as a predator to get her through this. She began climbing up the bolder desperately, digging her hands into the rock to prevent her fall. She dangled loosely from the remnants of the rock, feet hanging over the edge of the abyss.

It was unsightly, but effective.

And then, she began to climb back up.

[yinsukin]

Arena 2- Audience

"YEEEEEEAAAAAAAH" one dojo member yelled.  "CUT HER CUT HER LIKE THE TRUTH!"

The other people however began to talk amongs themselves.  The magic of Liz's domain allowed them to hear the conversation as if they were all surrounding them.  However, that did not mean they automatically were aware of the context.

"So he pointed to her crotch and said something... and she assumed it was feathers?  Isn't she a squirrel girl?  What does that mean?"

The other person in the conversation shrugged.

[Panda]

Nanako

Nanako's gaze narrowed as the mist solidified into floating blades and a set of gauntlets and greaves, her guard coming up properly as she started grinding her heel into the ground, shattered dirt slowly rising from the spot to join the debris already floating in the sky. Even with the heady warmth filling her from the scorn and the thought of what he could do to her with all that, some frustration crept in with what he said. It was like hearing an inside joke without being privy to it, knowing only that there was something important she was missing.

"You'd be right, I don't know," she shot back, tensing up her legs and clenching her fists as the blades went still.

Then everything exploded, the air around the blades screaming as they fired off with gunshot cracks, Orcus's own advance marked with shattered earth and slowly rising clouds, and Nanako taking off with a sound like artillery fire, leaving sluggish sound and slower dust clouds behind, leaving fissures in the ground with each step. The squirrel girl zipped in at full speed, eyes darting from one blade to another as she dodged and weaved through them, flushing with excitement as the blades danced by, close enough that the rent air caressed her skin.

To the slower ones in the crowd, it might seem like both Nanako and the blades had vanished, and to the untrained eye it would look like she'd simply run right through the blades, and was running right into Orcus's lunging strike.

Her guard was still up as she drew near, the squirrel girl cocked back an arm as if she was going for a high strike, only to slide forward on her last step. Her soles screeched against the dead earth as she dropped so low that her knee was practically scraping the ground, all but vanishing from his immediate sight-line, Nanako using her tail as a counterweight to stay perfectly balanced despite the wild maneuver. In that same moment, she re-chambered her fist and launched upwards into a powerful uppercut into his unarmored abs, rocketing up from below with a shout.

[Bern]

Valerie - Arena 1

Schwiiiing-

Cutting through empty space did not bother her, no it was he that would be bothered. She didn't even try following him in his retreat and once he turned around to flank she'd already made her move.

Scwooooooosh

The Essence Reaver cleaved through the heart of the storm, it's shimmering form a tornado into itself as it spun around from her mighty throw. It would tear through his body once more before shooting off into the distance but this wasn't a mistake.

The king of the vampires had been blown back by the force of her throw but she recoiled on the ground further, he town burning drive hot enough to snuff out even this heat as she charged him head on without a weapon--

Only for the scythe to reappear from the depth of space in her hand as she swung at him again.

"DIE THE DEATH-"

[Kotomine_Rin]

Zeke - Arena 1

Eyes shot wide, and ooze hacked from Zeke's ravaged throat. Not good, it isn't fast enough!

Zeke had been pierced again. Even as the dark comet was shooting forwards, not even a blur served as warning, and a cold feeling pierced its shoulder. Did his teeth grit in pain... or bliss? You are amazing. A marvelous warrior in every respect, Valerie. He quickly boomed sideways to get to her blind spot but- Her follow up was what met it.


Legs, thighs, shoulderblade, neck, belly. So far, he had received serious injuries that would have crippled a man in each. He had only barely avoided destruction thus far. Now, the essence reaver had kissed his heart.


"A-" Krrrrrr.... ksshhhhh...! The hellish power of the night's reaper smashed against his chest with unbridled power. His body, his very being was repelled and launched away. Straight into a stripper pole, which completely bent over from the impact. "Kuh!"

Pain. Everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Skill. Precognition. Instinct. Magic. Preinitiative. All useless before this unbridled power. Before death. He dropped to the ground gasping,  like a puppet whose strings were cut. His eyes were dead. But despite that, his smile didn't waver. But something was off about it. -It wasn't maddened like before. No, surely it was a mad smile. No one should be smiling like this right now. But... it wasn't a killer's smile.

Zeke had experienced death through his vessels many times. Even that fight of old... in that Other Side... against that Ivanna... it was close, but he managed to escape.

For the first time in its existance, Zeke came to know true death. He experienced with his own eyes, his own spirit. His very being was rushing towards oblivion. Not a vessel. Not a proxy.

You are a vessel.

You are a proxy.

Well, whatever. It felt like it was himself. He was himself. The radiance and glowering heat erupting from him weakened gradually, until it grew colder and colder. The wrecked night club too, grew colder and colder. Until it all felt cold.

Even his organisms were melting and breaking down. His own mouth piece was wasting away like a broken illusion.

"So strong..."