WAOA Arena

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Nalyssa was preparing for some kind of counter attack from Au'kultz, and parried the stinger with the handle of her scythe. Seeing the creature die, she focused on her illusion appearing human within a few seconds. She looked at the spot where the monster had fallen, seemingly sad for it's death. The power of her crown slowly healed the wounds she had taken, her flame went out, and the scythe dissipated into dark tendrils before vanishing completely.

 

[Chungus]

Shortly after Au'kultz's defeat, the arena reverted back to its default state, leaving no trace of the rainforest, even removing the scents that had hung in the air. Nalyssa was declared the victor, after which the steel bulkhead slid open, allowing Nalyssa to exit.
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Au'kultz respawned in its stasis cage, held still therein.

 

[username sucks]

Nalyssa tentatively walked through the now open gate, where she promptly vanished because username is busy again.

 

[Kirke]

In the blank arena, a man appeared. He stood nearly two metres tall, with a broad chest and massive muscles from intensive rowing and fighting. He was wearing a short-sleeved mail shirt, which had been blackened by fire. On his belt hung two axes, with long grips and on his head was a round helm. His hair and beard, which is long and braided, is a reddish orange. "What is the meaning of this? I will have the head of whoever has brought me here!", he called out, and his voice seemed full with rage.

 

[Chungus]

Shortly after the new arrival entered the arena, Timea was teleported in the arena with him. At first, she didn't notice the displacement, having had her eyes closed, but was quick to pick up on the scent of the man. Opening her eyes, Timea noted the location she was in, and let out an angry snarl at the fact that she was made to fight away. Getting to her feet, Timea looked up at the ceiling, and exclaimed, "Again? Haven't I done enough this day?!"

Although she had an athletic build and now-dried blood still staining her forehead and shoulder, Timea hardly looked the warrior, as a woman in her mid forties, wearing a mermaid dress.

 

[Kirke]

"Two contestants have entered the arena!"

The arena twisted and changed, until the two were in an elongated wooden building, thirty metres long and seven metres wide. The roof was tall, and shadows lingered above. The two contestants were fairly close to each other, no more than ten metres apart, and right behind them tables were placed. There were tables on either side as well, enclosing the fighting area to only four metres in width. Right between them there was a great fire, over which meat had been recently cooked.

"Ready, fight!"

The warrior looked around for a moment in confusion, but as he heard the call for battle he grinned. "A fight! Very well, I will do your bidding before I rip your throats out!" He drew his two axes, roaring a battlecry as he charged forward, leaping through the fire and right towards Timea. As he came out of the fire, the edges of his axe-blades trailed flame.

 

[Chungus]

Noting no reply other then the usual came, Timea silently on why she even tried, looking down to the warrior in front of her. As the arena changed, Timea cast a quick glance around the new surroundings, noting the various details. Her eyes drifted back to the warrior as the start of the fight was announced. She was about to ask if he couldn't be convinced to not fight to the death, but didn't; hearing the warrior's response to the announcement, Timea could guess the answer.

Shifting her weight, leaving deep footprints where her feet had been, previously, Timea fixed her eyes on her opponent, and opened her mouth, taking a moment to aim. When satisfied, with loud a electrical crackle, Timea shot out a lightning bolt at the warrior's chest. The bolt would carry around the same voltage as a strong taser.

 

[Kirke]

The man was brought to his knees by the bolt of lightning, losing control over his muscles for a moment and slid forward a little from his sheer momentum, leaving a trail of fire behind him. He roared again, but this time it was no battlecry, but an unhinged cry of fury. He raised his axes into the air, and the burned like torches as he brought them slamming down into the ground. A column of fire shot out from them, aiming right for Timea.

 

[Chungus]

As the warrior was dropped by the bolt, Timea began to move forward, doing so a little cautiously. She would move some two and a half metres, before stopping as the warrior picked up his flaming axes. As the warrior brought down his axes on the floor to generate the fire column, Timea jumped to her right to evade the firestorm, landing with a heavy thud. From there, Timea began running towards the warrior, not wanting to give him the chance to adjust his aim.

As she ran, Timea opened her mouth again, and from it, generated a beam of sunlight, 5,000 Lumens bright, flooding the otherwise dimly lit room with light. Meant more as a distraction then an actual attack, the beam had only a low UV output.

Closing in on the warrior, Timea closed her mouth, discontinuing the light beam, and shortly after, kicked at the warrior's chest with her left foot, aiming to punt the warrior into the left-hand side wall. The blow would carry enough force to do just that, if it connected.

Oddly, when she kicked, the dress seemed to pull up somewhat on its own, so to allow for better movement of the leg.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior stood back up, and as Timea began running, he swung one axe and summoned a fiery crescent that flew out. He was stunned by the beam of light, and the following attack hit him without resistance. His padded armour, and sturdy constitution, kept him at least alive, if not unharmed, as he crashed through a table and into the wall. The planks cracked behind him, and he fell down to one knee.

However, Timea was perhaps entirely safe herself, as there were many flames around here, the traces of the warrior's attacks. In addition, the warrior's chainmail had been extremely hot, over 500 degrees Celsius.

 

[Chungus]

Her foot connecting with the warrior's chest, Timea felt the heat his chainmail carried, confirming her suspicions that arose when she saw the man leap through the fire, which made her think he must have some resistance to heat and fire. Fortunately for Timea, she had this also, and the temperatures weren't high enough to overpower it. Although the warrior was in no position to see it, Timea's soft leather ankle boot wasn't affected by the heat, either.

As the warrior hit the wall, the part of Timea's dress that had been pulled up slid down again. Seeing the warrior was on one knee, rather then out for the count, Timea ran after him, moving around the fire whenever possible, and as she moved, opened her mouth and fired another lightning bolt at the warrior's chest. Aiming to simply keep him down, the bolt carried as much power as the one she fired previously.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior shot up and roared as he began charging at Timea. As he roared, a veritable storm of flame shot out around him, nearly concealing him. However, the bolt of lightning slammed into him, forcing him back against the wall which was rapidly going up in flames.

 

[Chungus]

Timea kept up her advance towards the warrior, but slowed down to a quick walk as she saw the torrent of flames erupt around him. As the warrior was struck by the bolt and thrown back, Timea cast a quick glance at the wall starting to go up in flames, and unable to see warrior only standing against the wall, half pictured a scenario where a part of the roof would come down on the warrior as he was. Her pictured scenario not sitting well with her conscience, Timea kept moving towards the warrior, picking up the pace to a jog, briefly stopping when reached the fire between the warrior and herself.

Standing close to it, Timea felt the heat of the fire, and judged the flames would be cool enough for her to pass through safely. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Timea began moving through the fire, opening her eyes again and taking a quick breath when she didn't feel the flames licking her face any longer, then seeing the warrior was, in fact, still standing.
As was the case with her boot earlier, Timea's dress wasn't burned, either.

 

[Kirke]

When Timea stepped into the torrent of fire, which was perhaps a bit thicker than Timea suspected, the warrior stirred. He rushed at her, taking advantage of her temporary blindness to grasp her throat with his left hand. His right arm moved like a jackhammer, delivering punch after punch against her face. "You do not scare me! All will burn in the flames of fury!", he roared at her and it seemed like the flames themselves heard him, for around him they were turning blue, with a temperature of 2200 degrees Celsius. His chainshirt was glowing bright red, and seemed to be close to melting entirely, while his helmet had been dropped to the ground.

 

[Chungus]

Being grabbed by the throat, Timea didn't give much of a reaction, his grasp not strong enough to really constrict her air and blood flood. At being punched repeatedly, however, she winced, feeling the sting of the multiple blow. The warrior, meanwhile, would feel like he was punching a block of steel. Timea only became worried as the temperature of the flames increased exponentially. Her resistance still saved her from the high temperatures around her, but she knew this wouldn't last forever, and certainly didn't feel like allowing the blue flames to lick at her.

From her throat, where the warrior had placed his hand over, Timea had a sharp 5cm-long horny protrusion erupt, aiming to pierce through the warrior's hand. Whether or not this was successful, Timea would then try to grab the warrior by the arms, just below the deltoid. If she managed, she would lift him a short distance off his feet, and charge at the wall, aiming to go straight through it, with the warrior taking the blow.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not seem to really notice what Timea was doing, keeping his grip on his opponents throat and kept punching until he was lifted and run through the wall. On the other side of that wall, which crumpled easily due to the fire damage, was a field with high grass. He took hold of Timea's upper left arm with his own right arm. He breathed in deeply, then pulled his head forward and roared straight into Timea's face. From his mouth, a blowtorch-like stream of fire shot out, blue in colour and 2200 degrees warm. The storm of fire, meanwhile, had cooled down slightly and was now yellow in colour. (1900 degrees warm)

 

[Chungus]

Once she had broken through the wall, Timea had her throat horn retract, noting the warrior didn't even seem to register the wound. Coming to a stop a few paces after, Timea gritted her teeth as the warrior took hold of her arm, about to hurl him away, when the warrior breathed the jet of flame at her. Here, her fire resistance faltered. Taking the flame tongue head on, she let out a scream that could barely considered human, sounding more like an animalistic roar. Suffering the beginning of a second degree burn where the flame made contact with the most, and a first degree burn around the area, Timea's grip on the warrior briefly and unwillingly loosened, which would allow the warrior to pull back.
While burned, Timea's behaviour changed as she shot into a fit of rage of her own.

If the warrior didn't pull back when Timea's grip loosened, she would grab hold of the warrior's arms again, tightening the hold to an almost crushing grip, and at the same time, moulded her chest so that instead of breasts, there was a scaly plate covering it. Her now battle ram-like chest would shoot out towards the warrior's chest, with enough force behind it that it hitting may result in the warrior's arms being torn off by sending him flying far, while Timea still firmly held on to the arms themselves.

If the warrior did pull back, Timea would instead shoot out a jet of water from her own mouth, pressurised to roughly psi 50,000 psi, enough to cut through steel with minimal resistance. Timea would aim the water jet the warrior's right collar bone, and trace it to about his hip, then discontinue the beam. As the fire licking her face had dried her eyes some, however, Timea's vision was on the blurry side, and her aim suffered for it.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not pull back, but he did not stand idle either. He pushed forward, placing one hand over Timea's mouth while it was still open, and the other on Timea's right shoulder. He pushed with both and at the same time stepped forward, body-checking her and placing his own leg behind Timea's to trip her up. From his hand, and thus within Timea's mouth, a ball of fire took shape. It was still not fully heated up, and as was only 1900 degrees warm.

 

[Chungus]

Pushing against Timea in the time she let out the scream, although she weighed a significant amount, with the warrior pushing against her as he was, and Timea too stunned by the pain to really get proper footing, Timea toppled backwards.

Feeling herself fall, Timea had arms sprout from her shoulder blades to break the fall, the arms consisting out of the mass she would normally put towards her wings. The arms of the hands hit the ground with a heavy thud, but stabilised her. The warrior's continued fire aura by now had dried out Timea's eyes, blinding her almost entirely. But enraged and fighting for her life, she pushed through this.

As the fireball was generated inside her mouth, the blue light could faintly be seen through her cheeks. Fortunately for Timea, her threshold fire heat on the outside laid at 2,000°C, and the inside of Timea's mouth was more heat resistance then the rest of her body, sitting at 2,500°C - so to prevent damage from her own fire, lightning or sunlight attacks.

Not going to wait around until the fire heated up further, and half blinded by rage, Timea would try to grab the warrior's arms below the deltoid again, and moulding her chest to be covered by the bony plate, and if successful, shoot out her scaly chest at the warrior's chest. While doing so, she also pulled at the warrior's arms with all her might - which was enough for her to lift small-to-mid sized SUVs - to make up for the fact that some force of her chest push would be lost by the warrior's chest already being pressed against her.

If she didn't manage to grab the warrior's arms, Timea would instead turn the front of her body into an inverted iron maiden, sharp bony spikes protruding from it, mostly concentrated at the chest area.

 

[Kirke]

The warrior did not follow Timea down, and remained by her feet, thus out of reach of her arms. He raised one leg, and smashed down on Timea's knee from above. The ball of fire, which had stuck to his hand instead of going down with Timea, now burned a bright yellow, nearly white, at 2500 degrees Celcius. The temperature of the air surrounding the man was now, due to the intense usage of fire magic, warm enough that his chainmail shirt was dripping down, melting right off him. His other clothing however, appeared to survive for now.