Chaos Point. Gladiator E-War

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq head snapped forward like a spring and he bit down around Oblivion's neck and snarled between his jaws, You first demon, he could taste the demonic blood as it slathered onto to his tongue...

It was now a deadlock one wrong move by either combatant and it would be the end. The crowd watched with enthusiasm at the spectacle...

[C S]

Suddenly, Oblivion's body turned into an inferno, roasting his enemy as the alien laughed

[Doc 42]

A double bladed axe whistled through the air, spinning around gracefully... With a horrible wrenching of bone and flesh, the axe tore through the mid section of the greenish human, spinning into the edge of the arena and hammering into the tough wall... The crowd burst into applause.... An announcer shouting "Round 7!"

The warrior looked to his right, eyeing the red foot panel in the center of the dusty arena... Just one tap and he was safe, away from the combat..... He laughed heartily at the thought... Saftey was for the weak... he reached up, takeing two jagged swords from on top of his back... A horn sounded and several gates opened at the side of the arena, humans flowing out, armed with spears and swords... The warrior shook his head.... How cliché... when were they going to send real enemies at him? A soilder charged him, shoutign a battle cry and lungeing foreward with his spear. The warrior calmly swung a thick sword into the spears shaft, sliceing the tip off. He grabed hold of the smashed pike with his other hand and dragged the human towards him, stabbing him through the chest with his sword... He let out a growing growl as he flung the body around, hammering it into an oncomeing soilder, He span the sword between his fingers, drawing his second one... At once, 4 soilders ran at him brandishing swords.... He parried the first strike, bringing the sword down with lightning speed and cutting the mans hand off. He leaned back, kicking another attacker in the jaw and then brought his sword down on a third, vertically cutting the man in two. The leaned backwards, the final soilders sword cutting through the air above him... He grabed the mans hand after sheathing his second sword, pulling the soilder to the ground. He calmly straighted up bringing his foot down on the mans head with crushing force, a sickening splat signaling the mans end...

The last two soilders were backing away... both armed with spears, terrified.... He walked towards them sheathing both blood covered swords... They both lunged... The warrior grabed both shafts, bringing them to his sides and snapping them just with his hands, holding the pointed ends in his hands... He flicked them up and then flung them foreward, the points hammering into both soilder's chests... makeing them stumble back.... He took out his swords, walked foreward and then swinging them, decapitateing both men with the cross chop... The heads landed onto the ground with a soft thud... But then... No announcer shouting about the next round... No applaus... infact... it was tense.... He turned around, just in time to see an archer aiming a bow and arrow at him. As the man fired, The warrior leaned back, avoiding the arrow which thwacked silently into the arena wall. He straightened up, dumb founded and muttered Jammy bas***d..." He reached onto his waist and pulled out a pistol, its massive silver barrel gleaming in the sun light. He Fired, the bang echoing around the arena as the archer was thrown back, blood explodeing out of his back.... THEN the crowd broke into their applause.... He walked around the arena, having reholstered the pistol, his arms raised, showing off the crowd.... The horn sounded... the gates opened... He turned to face them, his almost feral eyes glowing from behind his helmet...

Finally something new... Three ninjas clad in black gear flipped out of the gates, makeing strange kung fu style chants. There was no way these were real ninjas. He was dealing with a triad of posers... The first ninja Fliped towards him, drawing a kodachi and waveing it around infront of him, displaying. He calmly unholstered his pistol and shot the man in the foot, the japenese accent dissappearing as the man screamed in pain, falling to the ground. He reholstered the gun and quickly unsheathed one of the swords, flinging it towards an attacking ninja, the assassin dodged it and span around, bringing his kodachi up towards the Warriors legs. He quickly parried down with his remaining sword, blocking the sword into the ground.... His eyes bore into the ninja's trying to unnerve him.... The ninja's heart was as strong as ever, but the warrior acheived another goal, having distracted the man from The Warriors other weapons. He kicked the ninjas leg, causeing him to trip, and then he elbowed him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. He turned around, a kodachi swipeing towards him and knocking the thick sword out of his hands... He turned in shock, faceing the final ninja. He drew his magnum pistol again, but before he had a chance to fire, the ninja brought up a deathstar, flinging it through the air and hitting him in the wrist, causeing him to grunt in pain and drop the gun... He looked down, clutching his bleeding wrist...
He looked up, seeing the ninja flying through the air towards him, Kodachi raised above head and ready to swing down. The warrior raised his arm, a fire ball forming in his fist and blasting out into the ninjas chest, blowing him through the air in flames, an ash covered smouldering ninja landing onto the ground a few feet away.... Some would call it magic, The warrior would just call it smart technology.

He picked up his pistol, holstering it and then walked over to the ninja hopping around clutching his bleeding foot, speaking in what sounded like spanish. He calmly pushed him over. The ninja toppeling and remaining on the ground, whimpering... He took the mans Kodachi, spinning it around and holding it out, waiting for the next fighters....

They came... but not human.... and not with human weapons... It was a damn raptor. A prehistoric lizard with claws bigger than a mans hand. He fell back, the huge black and red velociraptor blowing him to the ground, standing over him and trying to scrawl him with its claws... It opened its mouth to bite his head but he saved himself by kicking the creature into the stomach and blowing it off... He rolled and got to his feet, swinging his arm around and back handing the raptor in the head... But he misjudged its agility, it recovered quckily and then lunged foreward swipeing at him with its razor sharp claws, tearing into his flesh and blowing him back over... The raptor screeched at him, steping foreward to hack down with its terrifying clawed foot. He swung foreward desperately, the kodachi hammering into the Raptors shoulder. It stumbled back painfully, screeching... He got up quickly twirling the blade in his fingers... The raptor screeched once more, leaping towards him, its claws out stretched. He swung with all his might, the kodachi's blade hammering through the Raptors mouth and cleaveing the top part of its head off, the corpse barreling into him and knocking him over.... He stood up, panting and grunting in pain... he had killed it... Two more gates opened... two more screeches... two more raptors.... He was ready this time.... He reached up, tapping a button on his shoulder... it would deal with the injury the first had inflicted on him... One of the raptors charged foreward, leaping into the air. He unholstered his pistol, fireing a shot into the creature, blowing it out of the sky. He kicked at the other, catching it in the chest. Unfortunately, the agile creature merely dodged back, takeing the blow. The one he shot advanced foreward, barely hindered by the bullet....It appeared that the compeition was harder now... he would have to tap into his 'magic' again... He brought up one hand, a burst of fire being thrown out of his fist, engulfing the raptors head and blowing it over...

Then, with a sharp pain in his back, he fell flat in the dirt, the last raptor ontop of him... He felt its tongue touching the back of his head... its teeth lightly holding his skull.... Its claws impaled in his back.... Then a sharp jerk and it was over....

THEN the crowd cheered their loudest....

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq snarled and tackled his foe down then grabbed him by the back of his head and held it in the sinkhole several inches below the surface. The fire continued to burn him but his body had thicker scales then his face and was more reisistant to the flames...

[C S]

Oblivion slammed hisknee into the lizard's stomach, pivoting off of that point to force the lizard into the sink hole 2 feet from solid ground. Oblivion quickly rose from the sink hole, gasping for air. He raored and fired arrows and balls of flame at his now crippled foe.

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq made a desperate attempt and dove beneath the surface of the sinkhole. Knowing full well he could hold his breath for a long time but he needed a plan. He reached for the wall of the sinkhole which was solid rock and he dug his claws in to prevent further sinking. He had to think quick he was invulnerable down here... until he needs to breath.

[C S]

With a roar of rage, oblivion fired a blanket of flame over the sink hole's surface, intending to make a lizard man drown, then roast his corpse...

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq had an idea and he kicked off the rock wall hard enough to free him from the grip of the sinkhole. He shot up and out and whipped his tail forward sending a thick glob of the muddy sludge at his foe knocking him down and putting out the flames on his body. Gzeroq landed with a thud on the ground feet away from the sinkhole taking a deep relieving breath.

[C S]

With a roar, he sludge exploded off of oblivion in all directions, oblivion launched into the air and fired a barrage of flame balls at the lizard, as well as arrows.

[Anaclagon]

Twin Blade looked around...there was alot of people around, some claimed to be all across from the galaxy. A whole bunch of weird people..
Whatever, the thought went on Twin Blade's mind..he sighed, prehaps there was some fight in the area that would draw interest or maybe he can have another pointless conversation with the guards to see how things were going around.

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq rolled out of the way of the fireballs before turning and leaping into the air at Oblivion. He started spinning forward like a saw his spikes serving as the blades...

[C S]

Oblivion moved out of the way, kicking the lizard in it's side when it got close enough. This enemy was skilled, but not skilled enough

[Zephyr]

Hours had gone by since the battle started...

Gzeroq dropped to his hands and knees covered in scars and burns he stared at his foe across the arena breathing hard and deep as he attempted to get back to his feet...

[C S]

Oblivion hissed "Dont you dare get tired on me now, It wont be fun, me killing you like that"

[Zephyr]

Too late for that, the crowds bored from this and frankly so am i, Gzeroq snarled as he gasped for more air...

[C S]

Oblivion hissed "Then let me end this!" Oblivion inhaled and then a flume of fire flew out towards Gzeroq in his exhale, engulfng him in the flames...

[Zephyr]

Gzeroq stood as the flames came, , and lifted his arms to the side, I will die with dignity, allowing the flames to engulf his body...

There was little applause from the crowd despite that the battle had concluded and it took fair deal of time for the majority to reach an applause to Oblivions victory...

[C S]

Oblivion growled, satasfied when the lizard fell to his knees, then fell flat on his face. Oblivion growled "What was that about killing many of my kind?"

[Zephyr]

The gaurds entered the arena and dragged out the corpse of the fallen liardman, dragging it to the lion cage and dumping it in.

[Doc 42]

Name: Mirrage
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
description: The Angels are spiratual warriors of the gods. Originally creations of Marbh, God of Chaos, they were summoned forth to fight wars that mortal followers could not. However, the Angels lives were directly powered by the prayers of a gods people. Whenever an Angel dies, a followers faith is automatically destroyed. It takes a long time for someone to build up that faith again, as they are usually left as a depressed emotional wreck.
Marbh's Angels were so effective and adaptable that the other gods created their own aswell. Mirrage is an Angel of Hallia, God of Peace.

He is essintially a human with long dark blonde hair and an extremely muscular body. He has two feathery white wings with a span of over 3 meters. He has a rugged face and a light stubble.
Weight: 56 kg
Height: 6'2"
State of mind: Calm and passionate
Equipment: Mirrage wears a leather tunic down to his knees. Leather straps lead down his shins and connect to his sandels on his feet. He wears a green helmet with two bull horns point upwards out of the sides. He Also wears a heavy green leather cloak over his shoulders with a golden broach. His wings poke out through holes in the cloak. He has leather bracers studded with blunt spikes.

His main weapon is a steel long sword with a green gem embedded in the hilt. The weapons hilt is located on his back, between his wings
Powers and Fighting style:
Magical, he has a magical bow which he can summon at any time and fires white 'arrows' of light. He can call forth light as a weapon with a variety of spells, but none are lethal enough to kill.


Mirrage walked out into the light, applause breaking out in response to his appearance. He inhaled deeply, looking around at the faces of the eager crowd, then to the arena itself. At the moment it was dusty with almost no features on it. But if he knew this place, and he was pretty sure he did, it wouldn't stay that way for long...