THE THUNDERDOME - Battle Royal - (Final Round)

[Crowley]

The colossal structure of steel rises about as high as a building and stretches as wide as football field; reinforced steel and other amenities craft the convoluted shape of this dome, a sophisticated Arena deceitfully simple and functional. This massive structure will ensnare two warriors inside until only one of them is left alive. It is basically composed of large iron spikes which blossom from the steel web, razor sharp and pointy, quite useful if you want to inflict pain or better yet, to enjoy a little sport of impaling. There are weapons lodging near the spikes: Large hammers, clubs, knives, swords and many other simple but practical weapons.


People are climbing the structure from the outside, some of them are perched at the top already cheering and singing for they know this is going to be exiting fun. They look ragged and hungry like a pack of wild animals climbing over the steel trying to get a piece of the fighters. Just as the tension builds up and the people’s voices raise with frenzy a man steps inside. He is clad in dark robes, a silver shaft glimmers in his hand and his dark sleek hair cascades down his back streaked with white locks of hair that make him look like an aged wizard. Immediately silence befalls the Arena and he speaks with a booming voice. "Welcome, to another edition of Thunderdome!!!!"


The crowd cheers madly, waving their arms and screaming at the top of their lungs. The man steps forward raising both hands, two seasoned warriors aproach the center of the Arena, their faces painted with anticipation and hunger, the mob quiets and waits with sick anticipation for the first drop of blood, for the first scream of agony.

This is a closed thread, only Akirai Narumi, The Dark Man and Jackorias are allowed to play here.

[The Dark Man]

It was finally time to end this. In the cacophony of the arena Lance stood tall and calm in the centre of the broiling storm of screams and barbarous thirst. With both hands behind his head the man tuned out the excessive hollering of the crowds with ease as the enigmatic figure focused on what was to come as he awaited his opponents.

Why they had not simply done this from the beginning was beyond him. Throwing everyone into the arena all at once would have proven far more exciting to watch, and not to mention exceedingly efficient. It might have even provided a bit of a challenge for himself. Lance Maxwell, the Dark Man, was still the man to beat and he more than knew it. In the windless air the robes of his namesake began to flutter under his own volition simply because he thought it looked cool.

[jackorias]

The barren arena was bare save for the scattered weapons to the sides of the arena and the hooded figure in the middle of this steel death trap. The area was alive with cheer and rage as the onlookers screamed for the bloody fight to begin, but this was reduced to a quiet mumble as the varying tones of The Jester’s demented voice entered the air. “Ring a Ring of foesies, a pocket full of toesies, I slash you I slash you all fall down” the twisted figure sang as he happily danced across the steel floor towards the centre joyfully excited for the bloodshed that would soon follow. The various knives, hidden within the nooks and crannies of its brightly coloured garments, jangled a tune that almost seemed to fit the theme of the song he was singing. He was ready for blood, for death, for all out fun!

[The Dark Man]

((OOC: There you go @jackorias . And come on @Akirai Narumi !))

The crowd hushed and dementia hung heavy in the air as one of the other combatants finally graced them with its presence but the off-kilter tune did little for the dark one’s mood. Even before the twisted image of a jester had started their sick tune Lance had felt the presence, and if this was the best they had…

Lance did not even turn to the chaotic character and instead sent his mind outward. The cumulus of thought and will bubbled as it started to send out tendrils of awareness. As much a part of him as any physical limb his mind was an extension of his very being. From the arena wall a broadsword hurled itself toward the dark man in a deadly arc. As it caught in his orbit the robed figure gracefully plucked it from the air as he turned to finally face the Jester.

“Humour me.”

[Akirai Narumi]

( Yeah, yeah, quit your whining old man! XD )


He'd been slashed and shot and smothered with shadows, pushed to his very limit, and that had only been the beginning. He sighed exasperatedly as he emerged into the Final Round Arena; the other two competitors had preceded him, having already arrived, and one was in the midst of showing his strength already. Kye swallowed as the sword was caught deftly in mid-air. He was a man concealed in a dark cloak, powerful and mysterious. The other was some demonic jester, jeering at the crowd in a freakish sing-song voice.

He didn't belong here, but he would make the best of it.

Defensively, Kye raised his arms to waist height, palms flat toward the sky. "Contego," he said softly. Several of his long throwing knives slowly became pliable inside his tunic, weaving together to form a thick body armor below the soft cotton. He'd need it for whatever came next.

[The Dark Man]

((OOC: Well since @Akirai Narumi has shown I guess I can let rip finally. I'm sure someone will yell at me if I blow things too far out of proportion. I hope you and @jackorias are holding on tight for this ride.))

“Oh so very nice of you to join us,” the voice flowed like silk from under the dark of Lance’s hood as the second opponent finally made a showing. That this one was punctual enough to not keep them waiting too long was somewhat appreciated after the earlier disappointment. With the pair of them now here he saw no reason to hold back any longer.

“I may need me more than this sword,” Lance chuckled as the tumultuous cloud of his mind shattered into hundreds of shards and exploded outward. Tendrils of thought invisible to all sped through the air, snaking between themselves in a mad dash as the psion wove them under his firm control. Each coiled themselves around their cold prey and as one, every other weapon in the arena lifted from their lodgings into the air.

A storm was brewing and this coming rain would be hell.

[Akirai Narumi]

Kye was slowly tugging a slender throwing knife from beneath his tunic when it was inexplicably torn from his white-knuckled fist, sending it hurtling toward the air toward his opponent. He hadn't made any motion to throw it just as of yet... so how had it been carried off in such a vise-like grip? It was clear in the next moment that the man was using some sort of telekinesis, something that drew the weapons toward him in a bristling, clashing flurry.

His knives were pulled from his tunic's folds like minnows from the surf by black gulls. "But still metal, no matter what possession it might be under.... Papilionis lamina!"

The few throwing-knives that were still stuck in his belt-loops transformed, taking the shape of black butterflies; their wings glinted, razor-sharp. Bodies bristling, they made their way in a lethal swarm toward the man himself with oil-slick bodies bristling.

[jackorias]

“Ha Ha Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” the cackle rang out through the hollow area sounding like an abused toy that had been left under the bed to die and rot for years. The Demon’s scythe tore from its resting place along with several knives that were hidden in easier to reach access points within The Jester’s brightly coloured garments.

“This looks like it’s going to be fun” The jester spoke with excitement and impatience in his twisted voice. It danced around excitedly, clapping its porcelain white hands and spinning on the spot as its feet tip toed round and round on the cold steel floor. The thought of the bloodshed that could be caused by those weapons was just too much and caused the Jester to overflow with blood lust and an unquenchable urge to kill. Drawing two knives and keeping a tight grip upon them the demon bounded towards the hooded figure.

[The Dark Man]

((OOC: I'm sorry that this isn't up to my normal standard. I've got today off of work and am I am using it to head away for the weekend so I rushed this post cause I have to get going on my way.))

Now that was unusual and worth his attenton. More power welled up within Lance, coiling around himself and building up it unleashed itself. Pure and unbridled force of will turned on himself and the man was lifted clean up off the ground to be sent hurtling through the air to meet the second arrival whilst the Jester's challenge was ignored.

The butterflies were met head on, caught by surprise he tore through the swarm but not unscathed as wings sliced cleanly through his robes though without precision for real harm. They were left in his wake, and as he continued to sail through the air the psion tugged with his outstretched mind whilst he drew back the sword in hand to strike. Dragged along by the invisible strings the deadly weapons cascaded into a torrent which swept through the arena to obliterate the butterflies as they shot for the demon.

[jackorias]

(OOC: im going away for the weekend as well and will not be back till monday, therefore i m not sure if i will be able to post back in time. I don't know if this means im out or not XD just thought i had better let you guys know.

The Jester had to admit, it was impressed by the pure power that the hooded figure held. The pure destructive force of his powers was blossoming as the various weaponry came hurtling towards the sprinting demon. Its lithe form allowed it to manoeuvre through some of the weapons but not flawlessly. By the time the cloud of weapons had washed over The Jester the damage was clear. Several light lacerations decorated its arms, sides and legs while a large blade has pierced the right of its chest and a mace had collided with its left leg, causing it to become dislocated.

The lust filled cries of the watchers had become obsolete and but a distant muffle to The Jesters nonexistent ears. The demon leant on the dislocated leg and snapped it into place, the twisted scream disappearing into a nightmare causing fit of laughter as its lust for death grew.

[The Dark Man]

((OOC: Jeez, I had the netbook crash twice whilst writing this in a word document and luckily it was able to recover it both times when I restarted the netbook. Then I've had to muck round with my phone to turn it into a wifi hotspot so I can even get on here to post it.))

As the battered, bruised and impaled Jester was left in its wake the stream of deadly weapons banked sharply to whip back on itself. It passed within an inch of the demon's side, the whoosh of sharp edges cutting the air as the torrent started to twist around the injured form. In a matter of moments the armaments swarmed around the demented combatant, creating a vortex of swirling death which trapped him in the middle but did not strike.

Power swelled, and the cloud exploded outward sending the weapons into a chaotic spin as they rode the wave to fill the air of the Jester's empty half of the arena. For but a second they paused as they reached the limit, and then the burst collapsed in upon itself dragging the vast armaments with it back toward its epicentre, the demon.

Destruction.

Obliteration.

Annihilation.

The Dark Man does not falter.