OOC: There's been enough babbling about power. This tournament will not determine pure prowess, as there's much more in this rp than just physical. However, this tournement will decide much.

RULES:

No body dies. Unfortunately.

Godmode intelligently.

Only physical tactics. This excludes anima, etc

Many players may enter. The time limit is 30 total posts. When the time is up, those who lost will leave and a new group will enter to fight. Then who remains after that, will battle each other, and merge, etc etc.

Any hits go, any form of combat, from submissions to neck-breaking. If you know how to do it properly and describe well, it is possible to get a one-hitter-quitter.

Players can surrender.

You will decide your own groups. Hiro is already in the first heat. That heat will include 3-5 players.

The Ring

The ring is 150ftx150ft. If a player is knocked out of the ring, they lose.

If you destroy a part of the ring and the other player falls out, then you win.

The setting

A single building, enclosed, massive, with millions of Darkforum's greatest past characters watching, along with others. Jeering and screaming resounds, and bets circulate as well as the alcohol. They want a fight, so let's start!

A low snicker of high pitch and animalistic fervor comes from the corner of a small darkened antechamber underneath the stands, an evil sound. Any in the chamber with enhanced vision would see a man dressed in only black leather trousers with long dull grey coloured hair that is matted together thickly, like rhino horn, squatting in the darkness mashing his hand into the face of a dead mortal child, and laughing as it does not respond.

Dead, dead, dead. the man says like a child then snickers.

Suddenly the door to the chamber opens and light floods in.

It's time to go kid. A silhouette from the bright light of the doorway says, causing the man to look up.

The man stands and heads to the door, and the silhouette jumps out the way, but not fast enough to avoid the razor taloned hand that rammed into its chest and killed it before it heard the chuckle of joy that came form the mans lips.

The battle arena was lit spectacularly as he stepped out into the light, the countless gathered viewers cheering. He gazes about as the fans watch him, some applauding others jeering, he snickers, then raises his hand and a lance of light shoots through the air and destroys a sizeable chunk of the stands on the opposite side of the ring, killing thousands. He snickers and heads toward the ring as the other viewers look on in shock, some former champions in the crowd get to their feet and move forward as if to attack, but their friends hold them back, knowing they stand no chance of surviving a confrontation.

Meeting the gaze of the one standing in the centre of the ring his stare hardens, the black pools that are his eyes and the ruby red irises show reflect nothing that remotely resembles morality or conscious consideration, only soulless antipathy, and animal ferocity.

Eden sat crouched in the darkness of the Cage, the area where the fighters waited for their turn in the ring. There is where Eden rested, feeling out his Master's presence. Yes, and this new one. It's sheer lack of organization would easily mean it's death against his Master. It hadn't the intelligence of reason to fight Hiro. No. But now what he, Eden, had to worry about was his own chance in the ring. Later.

Hiro sees hears and smells and senses the creature long before he sees him. He invaribly thinks it's stupid.

Hiro stood, his overcoat discarded in favor of a black, vinyl a-shirt. Other than that, the only other objects on him were black, loose pants with the bottoms stuffed into the necks of large, S.E.A.L boots, combat boots. He stood with his arms crossed, waiting for others. So far this thing would be his biggest problem. The crowds cheered as Hiro raised his head to the side and pressed his chin up as the creature looked at him. Immediately Hiro's flesh began to glow with the all too familiar luminescence, his eyes swirls of Light and Dark. In a flash of light his wings were alive with fire on his back, flowing black feathers soft as down, black flame dancing along the sides of each wing, following every graceful curve. "Why don't you save it for the actual fighters." Hiro said, uninterested and nonchalent.

Lost sat on the ground floor, looking at the unimpressive, bullshit light show. He waited for the fight, building himself up to his strongest forms. He streched every muscel, warmed up all of them. He moved threw the air, kicking and punching, testing different combos real quickly, but saving his best for the fight. He Strapped down his gloves and tightened his shirts. He was ready. Who would be that last fighter thou, He wondered.

From inside the Ring, Hiro smiled. "Coming Lost?" He said, his eyes flashing a dull ruby-red. "I'd rather get you sooner than later."

Vorach inhaled and exhaled deeply, sounding like an animal. He could hear what the others thought, but it made no sense, he didn't care, he just wanted to have fun, and that meant destroying. Rising slowly into the air he landed lightly about fifty feet from Hiro, and hunched forward, swaying a little, his eyes set coldly ahead. Suddenly he burst into laughter as the one opposite started to show its power, its energy flowing over its body, he could hear its strengths and weaknesses in the out pouring of power, in the way it dispersed and flowed over the creature, in its level and the control on its release from the reservoir it came from. He never took his eyes from the glowing one, especially as the wings grew out of its back, he liked those wings hehe, but he could feel another coming closer, ready to enter, the one who acted out its attacks against the air. He remembers how it moves, feeling keenly its strengths and the subtle weaknesses, nothing conscious in any of his appraisals of power and ability, only pure instinct, like an animal gauging its prey. tehy were powerfuland could control it, he on the otherhand could not, there was zero relent in him, all or nothing. He was never big on brains, but he was dimension shaking on brawn.

Hiro still stared at the shell that was once the honorable Vorach. "I'm going to enjoy killing you." He said, aware that the beast probably couldn't understand him, but not caring either way.

Vorach bounced up and down madly, his eyes alight with animal intensity, then stopped stock still and pointed at Hiro.

Die, die, die. He said coldy, zero emotion in his voice, only dry toned antipathy, then broke into hysterical snickering. Stopping he waved Hiro on.

Lost ran quickly in, moving faster tahn he taught he ever could. He launched straight out. Lightning would have been jelous as Lost struck Vorach in the side of the head. The zap was like a freight train concentrated into a pinpoint. The Foot snapped as he hit, and Lost fell back from the shock, all most as far as Vorach went flying forward. Lost landed on his feet and looked at Hiro. "So you wanna take the fuck out or shall we team up?"

Vorach tucked his knees upto his chest as he was propelled through the air by Lost's kick, landing he pauses and turns to face his opponents but staring at he ground, watching them with his peripheral vision, raisng his hand to touch his jaw, it is out of place. Massaging it he raises his eyes slowly to Lost, and begins to chuckle as his strangely angled jaw pops back into place. Laughing insanely he snarls then flies directly at Lost, balling his fists together and raising them behind his head to strike downward on Lost. Stopping just inches away and strikes the ground, sending a crack through the floor and violent tremors through the entire stadium. Seizing the opportunity he grabs one of Lost's ankle and yanks him off his feet into the air. Laughing, he rises into the air and begins to twist, swinging Lost around in a blur then throws him with titanic force directly at Hiro.

*Sano was wiating in the cage along with Eden, he was leaning aianst one of the wall and had his eyes focused on the ring. Sano really wasn`t paying much attention to anything his mian concearn being himself and his own well being. This was not the first tornament Sano had been in of this nature, through out his life Sano often entered demon tornaments to test himself and to see how well he stood up to demons in physical combat.

It was clear Sano wanted the full effect of this tornament for with him he had no weapons or armor of any kind. Besides his black pants and his red head band the only other thing on his was binding tape around his fists and both his feet which where also covered by a piar of kung fu shoes. Sano's eyes quickly widened when he saw the fighting had begun

Lost flings his body around and wobbels in the air. He gains his composure at the last second and uses Hiro's firm shoulder as a grip to land himself down on the ground behind him. The arena floor crumbels under the force but Lost's legs hold firm. He stands up behind the wings and looks out.

"It seems that the other players are about to join and that our only fight is with the true vampire. He challenges you and me."

"He hates you. Your an ambomination to him. He would enjoy nothing more than your blood splattered all across this great arena. He doesn't see that you are combat incarnate." Lost could feel the energy in Hiro rising as he whispered into his ear these things. He never took his eyes off Vorach.

"Me and you can stay here for days having fun. YOu take on the vampire and I'll get the other two. How about it man? A partnership. An agreement to keep the fight between us until another round? For i know you can not deal with all four of us. And if i am on your side and take out the other two, it goes down from four to one. I am a man of my word. I wait for your answer."

With that Lost launched over Hiro and did a front flip, landing infront of the cage. He peered into the cage. "You guys took too long to get involve. Now your an obsticle. Please, just leave and come back another round. Your weak." He bent the bars to the door and formed it to the frame. He picked it up and with that he swung it up at the flying vampire. If it missed the Vampire it will at least fly out of the ring."What is it Hiro?"

"They're not here to fight now; they're here for Round Two." Hiro screamed; a loud roar to rupture mortal ears as the floors of the stadium trembled and the croud screamed with joy. Every tile of the stadium cracked as Hiro's silver mane flew into the air, the fine feathers of his angelic wings flittering in the sudden powerful draft created by his body. His eyes were swirling Light and Dark, his fangs suddenly massive. He lowered his head like a bull, staring at Vorach from behind his eyebrows. "You think you've got what it takes to kill me?" He howled, the very ceiling overhead threatening to crumble. "Then do it! I will show the world that I am the most powerful!" With a sudden blast of light Hiro's body soared through the air and towards Vorach. Just as he reached a foot Hiro shot straight into the air in a perfect niney-degree angle, landing instead behind him. With a grin He laced one leg between Vorach's and leaned over, catching his left leg with his one and wrapping an arm around his neck, flipping him over his hip. Vorach flipped over Hiro's leg with a force that any would envy, all the power housed in Hiro's powerful upper body propelling him towards the hard concrete. Nevertheless, the iron bars that served as a wall to the Cage still propelled towards the beast.

Lost zapped over to the landing point and looked up waiting for the body to come down. He set his legs firm against the ground and took a power postion. He taught of all the pain, all the hurt, all the life he had that was taken from him. He felt his mothers touch as she died when he was a child. He remebered his first kiss from a girl long sense dead. He remembered his life, the hurt that agony. All of this, all of this done by the hands of bastards like this. Mere seconds had past.

With a huge yell of fury, Lost's upper cut jammed into the gut of Vorach. The boom shock threw the floors, The cracks that where allready from the previous attacks shattered into a web of breaks. The dirt on the walls shook off. A small depression formed around Lost as the tiles sunk in under the force. Vorach rolled off the fist of Lost. The crowd stood on their feet in silence, all looking over shoulders or heads to see the beast.

Lost looked up and saw the huge cage falling towards him. He rolled back away from the beast and let the cage land on him. The slam further intented the depression in the floor. The bars slammed apart, leaving holes open for the men to get out. "Get up! I know your still alive!" Lost breathed a hard breath. His eyes were focused on Vorach, but he kept his attention on Hiro.

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.

OOC: I have no idea where the cage came from but Dragon Master and XEdenX said they were in one so it became my weapon against you.

IC: The hit sucked. It was painful and sucked. The combo was good, and Lost would have tought so, if it wasn't used against him. His head rang with the sound of the arena as a bell in his head. He laid there allowing for himself to catch a breath. He wondered how many depressions that had put in the rock floor. He looked up. That was three. He notcied Vorach's fairy dance and his happiness. He took a chunk out of Lost's stamania, but it was quickly resolved. He rolled over and stared at the top of the Arena, still gaining his senses.

"Ouch." Lost then sat up and stood. He saw Vorach's mockery of Hiro. 'What the fuck is wrong with this guy?' he taught to himself. Oh well. An enemy was an enemy, even if he was slightly fucked in the head. He was waiting for Hiro to make a move. And he wondered about the two that were in a former cage.

Looking in at the group fighting, from the showers, Kalika boredly flicked her bangs out her eyes.

" Look at them. Fighting like complete animals. No technique. No strategy. No finesse what so ever! Ah well..." She sighed stretching" You can't expect much from a bunch of men fighting now can you..."

Hiro suddenly bust into a massive uproar of laughter from Vorach's display of...someohw childish, enjoyment. The laughter is short lived, however, as Hiro falls to the ground and wraps Vorach's legs in both of his, twisting his body and slamming Vorach into the ground. Wrapping one leg through Vorach's and his arm under his chin, Hiro placed his left arm through the tiny gap between his arm and Vorach's chin. Basically, Vorach's left arm was pinned in between a vice created between Hiro's arm and Vorach's neck. "Let me show you something really funny." Hiro hissed, suddenly jerking his upper body in an attempt to break Vorach's very back.