WAOA Arena

[Slenn]

OOC: @Random. It's okay. I figured you'd be pretty bushed.

The two sisters waved back to James. They figured they probably got a little too late.
<color=purple>"Damn, that lizard guy lost again." She put her hand to her cheek and sighed.

<color=blue>"I just hope both of them get a good night rest. James doesn't look too happy at all."

<color=purple>"I hope all of them get a good night rest."

 

[Drakmorg]

Ozma didn't reply to James or even seem to acknowledge he was even there anymore. She started to cackle to herself as she picked up on Diana's fear. Though her four individual tendrils were pushed back by Diana's windwall, she merged all eight together to form a massive tendril, which she attempted to use to force through Diana's retaliation and wrap around her like a python, which would freeze if it managed to entangle her to keep her that way.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Drak I'm sorry, but it's really late and I'm not feeling so good, so I'm gonna have to cut it off here. You win the fight, godmod and end it however you like. Night.

 

[Drakmorg]

@Gear: M'kay.

Ozma succeeded in ensnaring Diana and rendering her helpless. Pulling her closer with her icy tendrils, she looked the woman in the eyes as she began to cackle louder and louder. Pulling her away slightly, she rested the tip of her sword on the bridge of Diana's nose for a moment, getting a glimpse of the look of fear on the other woman's face before driving her blade forward, stabbing through Diana's skull. Once the body had gone limp, Ozma's tendril tossed it aside, causing it to land half-way across the arena.

With Dromaeus dead and James having forfeited, the announcer declared, "The Winner, Ozma Moh Glacius!"

Ozma continued to cackle until the medics arrived and healed the burn wounds on her face, restoring it to pristine condition, at which point she quickly regained her composure. The tendrils of water attached to her back then suddenly lost composition and fell to the ground, leaving a big puddle. Ozma then left the arena with a graceful stride. I would have hoped to have killed the reptile as well, but this is acceptable for now. She thought, wearing a satisfied look on her face.

 

[Slenn]

EMily and Gwen turned away as Ozma was dealing the finishing blow.

<color=blue>"Let's head to bed. This fight turned out more gruesome than expected."

<color=purple>"Yeah..." Gwen sighed, forcing herself to stop sticking out her tongue at Ozma from a distance.

They proceeded into their rooms.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen shifted in her seat a bit as she saw Ozma finish the fight off, smiling a small bit as she sipped her usual red wine. [color=bb0066] "Well... quite the flourish to end that fight with. That woman seems like fun." [/color]

 

[Kirke]

OoC: Would everyone kindly tell me your characters wins/losses/draws/kills/deaths? It was too long since I updated the rankings, and I would like to get it right.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Kirke Dromaeus: 1 kill, 1 victory, 2 losses, 2 deaths. James: 1 kill, 1 victory, 1 loss, 1 death (he never actually engaged Diana or Ozma in that last fight, and only challenged Dromaeus, so it seems to me that that should be a victory for him.Obviously Dromaeus interfered in their fight and so his death would count there, though since he didn't kill anyone it doesn't matter.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: Anyone here?

 

[Silver Shadow]

IM HERE NOW, AFTER A WEEK OF TESTS, WOOH!
Ok so whats going on?

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Spoiler: OoC: @Silver

 

[Drakmorg]

OoC: Would everyone kindly tell me your characters wins/losses/draws/kills/deaths? It was too long since I updated the rankings, and I would like to get it right.

The only new thing for my characters is that Ozma fought, and now has a score of 1/0/0/1/0

 

[Silver Shadow]

@Gear: I see...

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate sat in the locker room, doing... Nothing. It was sitting there.

 

[Random berk]

James reclined in one of the chairs in the lounge, legs crossed and smoking.

 

[Kirke]

In the main air duct, above the lounge, the Meta silently stalked. He made little noise, but if someone was paying attention, they might hear heavy but quiet footsteps.

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate began to walk around, carrying a wide verity of random items in a bag with the bottom literally punched out. It eventually enters the Lodge.

 

[Random berk]

James leaned his head back and blew out a smoke ring, directly overhead. Smirking as he listened to the footsteps and watched the point where the metal panels buckled slightly, he quietly undid the clasp on his shoulder holster and eased out his pistol before levelling it at the air duct. If he fired at the Meta, the bullet would pass straight through the ring before striking him.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Sir Dan was in the lounge, trying to figure out how he could drink something without a jaw.

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate looked at Sir Dan, and looked at the drink he was holding. He saw that there was another drink, and picked it up... And seemed perplexed on what to do.