WAOA Arena
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The mage tensed up as the spear sliced through his flesh. He looked silently at Victoria, with an open mouth that soon filled with blood. When he died, the announcer called out, quite audible even underwater. "Cease! All remaining contestants, please proceed out of the arena." The ocean quickly drained away, and the ship folded away into the ground as the metal door to the locker room opened.
Junkil sat up with a literal shock, a lightning bolt thundering out into the sleeping hall and hitting the wall harmlessly. Placing his head in his hands, he began to sob quietly.
Junkil sat up with a literal shock, a lightning bolt thundering out into the sleeping hall and hitting the wall harmlessly. Placing his head in his hands, he began to sob quietly.
Tracer smirked as she was charged at. She drew her two laser pistols and warped into the air over Oliver, raining shots down on him. These wouldn't be too deadly, but the damage would certainly add up fast.
Oliver skidded to a halt, his head snapping upwards to look at Tracer. Some of the lasers hit Oliver, but he didn't seem to register any sort of pain. However, the lack of pain didn't prevent Oliver from attempting to dodge. He would begin weaving from side to side, using his supernatural speed and reflexes to prevent Tracer from aiming at him.
Tracer did her best to anticipate where Oliver would be, and shoot ahead of him as she warped closer to the ground, then onto the ground, never ending her fire and changing the angle of her attack slightly with both warps.
Oliver continued weaving around randomly, keeping his eyes focused on Tracer. Although a few more shots hit, but the first wounds had began slowly healing over. Once Tracer landed, Oliver stopped dodging and tried to pounce on her. His fangs began dripping paralysing venom, and Oliver attempted to inject her with it, by biting into her.
Tracer had made sure to keep some distance between herself and Oliver, since he seemed to be a melee focused fighter, so she had enough time to reverse warp back into the air, ensuring she didn't need to reload as she continuously pelted him with her pistols.
When Tracer warped back up into the air, Oliver let out a frustrated roar, and leapt up at her. If she was unable to dodge Oliver, he would dig his claws in and start attempting to tear her apart.
As Victoria exited the arena, and entered the locker room, she would find Idun sitting on a bench, going through the process of putting on her leg armour, having been summoned the fight.
She looked young, no older then the mid teens. She had blue eyes, light blonde hair, with a somewhat flush complexion, and wore a black runners top with silver accents, white camo pants, and combat boots. Contrasting her age strangely, she had a thickly muscular build.
Hearing Victoria's strange electronic voice, Idun stopped what she was doing, and looked towards Victoria with a puzzled expression.
She looked young, no older then the mid teens. She had blue eyes, light blonde hair, with a somewhat flush complexion, and wore a black runners top with silver accents, white camo pants, and combat boots. Contrasting her age strangely, she had a thickly muscular build.
Hearing Victoria's strange electronic voice, Idun stopped what she was doing, and looked towards Victoria with a puzzled expression.
Victoria had meandered around the locker room for a bit, trying to puzzle out where she had wound up. Her legs had shifted back to their original design to much more easily facilitate walking once again. She was perplexed to find that there was a locker with her name written on it, and had elected to look inside. Finding spare sets of her clothes inside, she ended up deciding not to question it much.
She was half-way through changing out of her sea-water soaked clothes into a dry set when she noticed Idun staring at her.
She said, sounding somewhat irritated.
She was half-way through changing out of her sea-water soaked clothes into a dry set when she noticed Idun staring at her.
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"Whaddya want, kid?"Seeing Vicky start to change, Idun averted her eyes, while wondering why there weren't any changing cubicles. "Your voice took me by surprise, that's all." Idun responded in a somewhat hurried way, while continuing putting her leg armour on, strapping the pieces on over the pants. She spoke with a noticeable Scandinavian accent.
Finishing putting on the armour pieces of her left leg, Idun cast a glance back to Victoria, but would look away again if Victoria was still changing. "Although... I supposed to go out there and fight again... Don't suppose you'd be interested a friendly fight?"
Finishing putting on the armour pieces of her left leg, Idun cast a glance back to Victoria, but would look away again if Victoria was still changing. "Although... I supposed to go out there and fight again... Don't suppose you'd be interested a friendly fight?"
Victoria raised her brow while hearing Idun speak, not being able to recall a time she'd ever heard an accent similar to her's or the language she had spoken to herself.
She replied as she went about finishing putting her clothes on.
She answered Idun after taking a moment to rummage through her locker and see what all was inside.
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"Yeah I get that a lot."
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"Normally I'd say no to fighting someone half my age if I have a choice in the matter, but you look like you can actually handle yourself, so what the hell, sure. I haven't been in a real fight in ages.""Looks like you just came out of one, to me." Idun idly commented, beginning to put on armour pieces of her other leg. "But, hey. Glad I won't have to worry about dying again, in this one. So thanks for that." she added more carefully.
In the brief moments she looked to Victoria, Idun had noted the sheen of the metallic arm, and made a mental note to put on her braces after finishing with her legs, to even the odds.
In the brief moments she looked to Victoria, Idun had noted the sheen of the metallic arm, and made a mental note to put on her braces after finishing with her legs, to even the odds.
The last thing Kagura felt was the weight of Timea seated atop her before she suddenly bolted awake on the bed. She placed a hand on her own chest before letting out a sigh. [color=f07100] "Oh good... I'm actually alive..." [/color] She muttered softly to herself as she swung onto her barefeet and began to wander off... somewhere. It'd be nice to find out where the gods had dropped her off after all.
If Timea was still there, she'd simply stare toward the other before talking softly with a somewhat thick Asian accent. [color=f07100] "I suppose I have you to thank for that then... Um, hopefully I was enough to sate that bloodlust you were holding..." [/color]
If Timea was still there, she'd simply stare toward the other before talking softly with a somewhat thick Asian accent. [color=f07100] "I suppose I have you to thank for that then... Um, hopefully I was enough to sate that bloodlust you were holding..." [/color]
Once she had woken up, Kagura may notice Annika staring at her, specifically at her fluffy tails. Annika was lying on her own bed, with a stuffed bear resting on her lap.
Tracer giggled as she tossed a sticky bomb at Oliver, then warped forward, past him, and onto the ground. She would then sprint away from to find some cover. The bomb would be significantly powerful, and have a blast radius of about 10ft. It would also stick to the first thing it touched and go off after3 seconds.
The sticky bomb hit the front of Oliver's bloody t-shirt, which he quickly ripped off and tossed away. His momentum carried him a little further away from the explosion, however he was still dazed and knocked off course slightly.
Oliver recovered from the blast, and sniffed the air to track down Tracer. Finding her hiding behind cover, he decided to change tactics. Rather than charge in, Oliver raised his right hand and extended it in Tracer's general direction. With a wild swing of his arm, partly out of frustration, a number spikes would emerge from the shadows at Tracer's feet.
Though they were poorly aimed, there was a large number of them, in order to make it more likely that some would hit.
Oliver recovered from the blast, and sniffed the air to track down Tracer. Finding her hiding behind cover, he decided to change tactics. Rather than charge in, Oliver raised his right hand and extended it in Tracer's general direction. With a wild swing of his arm, partly out of frustration, a number spikes would emerge from the shadows at Tracer's feet.
Though they were poorly aimed, there was a large number of them, in order to make it more likely that some would hit.
Tracer was stabbed a couple of times which made her wince and hiss in pain. In response to this, she warped back in time to heal her wounds and recover her ammo. She shot more at Oliver from her new position back on the street.