ooc:Ah, I have re-read everything, I get it now. I gues the cge was closer to the ring than I thought it would be. I figured it was like a dugout in baseball.

IC: Vorach lay still with the cage atop him, like death, but death was so easily immitated for a vampire. A bluish bruise on Vorach's stomach and the dented nose for a bar were swiftly fading to nothing as they healed, becoming flawless and whitish grey again. A tiny twitch at the corner of his perfect mouth was the only indicator of life, the twitch turning into a smile, then the snickering started again, and his eyes opened, the empty pools staring at Lost. The cage is thrown upward and aside by invisible force. Slowly he floats into the air, upside down but revolving to the correct way up. Raising his hand he waves a finger at Lost.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. He says looking like a disapproving tutor, then the look turns to hatred, and pure focus.

Bouncing up and down he punches the air like a boxer practicing, then stops and tilts his head to the side, staring at Lost then smiles broadly and flies directly at him. Drawing back one fist to punch Lost in the face Vorach cackles, as he comes just within range his leg shoots forward, the ball of his foot striking Lost in the solar plexus. Not missing a beat Vorach balls his fists and draws them behind his head and, drawing on a well of power that to the senses seems endless - but empty, slams them into the back of Lost's head, pounding him face first into the floor. Vorach somersaults forward with the motion and lands lightly. The ground depresses into a crater under the force of Lost's impact and Vorach smiles, doing a jig around Lost and moves toward Hiro humming happily to himself. Approaching the giant figure of Hiro Vorach stops and stands still and resolute, mimicking Hiro. Suddenly he bursts into laughter, and pokes his tongue out and pulls down the bottom eyelid of his right eye, then starts laughing again.