Chaos Point. Gladiator E-War

[TyrannoTitan]

The sword barely missed the man's stomach, cutting lightly into his side as it passed. Ashbringer cursed, leaning forward as his treads moved him forward, smashing into the man like a freight train, throwing him to the side as he slid to a stop, turning back around to face the man.

[Doc 42]

Mirrage collapsed to the ground, shouting in pain, the crowd cheering enthusiasticly and the sight of blood. He clasped a hand to the wound, turning his bruised head to look up at the Ashbringer...

[TyrannoTitan]

Ashbringer looked down at the man, suddenly sheathing his sword before turning around, knowing there was no need to kill the man. The crowd had mixed responses, but most of which were angry yelling for him to finish his opponent. Ashbringer started his way back toward the gate he had come out of...

[Doc 42]

Mirrage opened his eyes and ears to the deafening torrent of boos roaring out of the crowd. He looked up, seeing his enemy walking back towards the gate, weapon sheathed... He heard the sound of a gate opening and then a metal glove clasped his shoulder painfully. He looked up, seeing the dark horrible eyes of one of the guards. Suddenly he was hauled painfully back, his helmet falling off, blood clouding his vision from a wound he took when he fell earlier.... Shame slowly seeped into his heart... He had failed... worse, he had lived to carry his failure with himself....

[TyrannoTitan]

Ashbringer arrived in the holding area, ignoring the guards and combatants alike, wanting to rest from his fight. He sat down on one of the benches, attempting to pull off his helmet, which resulted in pointless tugging, unable to remove the heavy metal helmet. Giving up, Ashbringer stared forward, waiting for the next fight to begin...

[Doc 42]

Name/Alias: Bahumat
Gender: male
Species: Klinkoid cybrog
description: The Klinkoids are 4 legged flea like insect creatures with a crab like natural helmet as a head. Their hairy bodies are covered in weapons and their logn multi-jointed legs are covered in sharp barbs. Their legs are heavily built for jumping. Bahumat's body is in general utterly devestated. cracks in his shell like skin and torn muscles apparent everywhere. Most of these weakness's were removed when he was turned into the cyborg he is.
Weight: 2 Tons
Height: 1.3 meters tall at the top of his head when on all fours, nearly 2.4 meters tall when standing on his hind legs
Witdh: 80 cm
Length: 2 meters
State of mind: Depressed, cynical and calculating. Some would say he kills without emotion. That is wrong, infact, he feels remorse every time he kills, mostly because he always feels that way. Making him seem emotionless
Equipment: Steel armour plating scattered around his body. The front parts of his hind legs are covered with many bands of metal guarding his exposed muscles. His cracked 'helmet' has been encased in steel with a thin slit where his eyes should be. Within this slit is a visor which Bahumat relies on for all visual output. His own eyes have been so badly damaged as to be rendered useless at keeping track of anything but the screen infront of them. His back and chest hold the strongest armour, his thick synthetic shell loaded with life support systems and weapons. Rocket pods are loaded onto his sides and a gattleing gun is embedded in his right front shoulder. Synthetic steel claws were attached to his front legs as to turn his original thorn like claw into a possable hand for grasping.
His last weapon is a high powered laser mounted on his forehead.
Powers and Fighting style: Technological weapons-
head mounted laser
gattling gun loaded with armour peircing rounds.
rocket pods
sharp limbs

Technological powers: Can sprint for short amounts of time, complex cybernetic sensors enhancing his own natural sensors give him a very good sense of smell and hearing

Bahumat perfers to overwhelm his opponents, crippling them from long range and then moving in for the kill with his claws


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A low pitched humming buzzed out of Bahumat's joints as he waddled down the corridor, legs arching foreward. His head spun around with an erriey hiss, mechanical hydrolics replacing destroyed muscles....

A yellow virtual line guided him through the winding pathways filled with scarred gladiators and stotic guards, leading him to his next fight... only his third since arriving....

[TyrannoTitan]

Ashbringer found himself once more readying to fight, which he wasn't exactly happy about, but wasn't unable to fight either. He just wanted to get it over with...every fight seemed like he was one step closer to leaving the damned arena for good...and even then, he knew that moment would never come. Ashbringer gripped the hilt of his sword tightly as he walked forward toward the arena...

[Zephyr]

Name/Alias: Rastio (aka Silver Earth)
Gender: Male
Species: Spirit Gaurdian of earth.
description: He is a being from a parallel dimension, more accurately a parallel plane of existence to Earth as we know it. Tall, with fair features and thin body frame (Lightly muscled). He has dirty blonde hair that goes down to his shoulders and he has crystal grey eyes. He wears a black dog collar set to its tightest setting which still leaves enough room to fit a hand through without choking him. He wears a sleeveless jacket and black jeans with tears. Underneath the jacket is a black polyester shirt that zips down to his chest. He wears two belts that slant at either angle from his sides.
Weight: 125lbs
Height: 6'2"
State of mind: Calm and collected, as portrayed by a single toothpick he holds between his teeth but has never become nervous enough to cause him to mark it in anyway, biting or chewing.
Equipment: A large and hefty obsidian black sword marked with runes of the language of spirits and it has a zigzagging pattern on the blade edge.
Powers and Fighting style: Not being greatly muscular Rastio would have a difficult time in a straight up fight however what he lacks in brawn he makes up with speed and quickthinking along with amazing reflexes. Those that try to compare to his fighting style find his sword impossibly unwieldy and are surprised to find he can utilize it with effortless ease.
One power he has is Blink. It costs great deals of energy and usually leaves him vulnerable for a few seconds and thus he only uses it to get distance between him and his foe

[C S]

A loud thud echoed as a large, 15 foot creature whose form fell between that of a bull and rhinosauraus fell, its skin grey and bumpy with 4 horns running down it's snout, horns petruding from the side of it's head pointing foward, above it's blood red eyes, it's feet being hooved, it's hands having clawed fingers and and opposable thumb, it's body was covered in armor, but that was seared off down a weld seam, and it had red back hair that was singed off. Oblivion slammed his foot down and snorted, his flaming "hair" a low, blue flickering light, compared to the red and orange, to full on white that was him in the literal heat of battle. He reeled in his chain blades, they being embedded in the back of the bull/rhino creature's head. The blood seeped onto the sandy ground, and Oblivion looked to the crowd cheering his streak of kills. Oblivion stepped off his kill as he saw the gaurd comming to take it away. He heard the collosium doors open from behind him, the Xordian gladiator turning around and walking seldomly back to the holding cell....

[Doc 42]

OOC: Gladiators dont have holding cells. After proving themselves, they are free to explore Chaos Point, no one has really ventured out into the village yet though, which has pubs, markets, inns and the like


Bahumat crawled into dusty arena, strong sun light boring down on top of him... He scanned around, seeing a few white marble columns embedded in the sand.... The crowd applauded solemnly, apparently not to interested in the fight that was coming...

[Evil Eye]

-snipped due to shamefully stupid chary-
=p

[TyrannoTitan]

OOC: REVIVAL!

Ashbringer arrived in the arena, not paying attention to the crowd and the sounds-or lack of sounds-they made. The armored figure eyed his opponent...which looked like some sort of insect or crab. It didn't matter to Ashbringer...his focus was on the creature's weapons, all of its other features irrelevant...

[Doc 42]

Bahumut paused, crouching down and readying himself, shaking his head lightly from side to side. A booming voice was still introducing them to the fight, the crowd still looking barely awake...

Suddenly, without waiting for the commentator to finish and officially start the fight, he fired two rockets from his pods, the missiles zipping out and flying towards the Ashbringer...

[TyrannoTitan]

Ashbringer's unseen eyes widened, the treads on his shoes activating as he sped away from the two missiles, swerving around toward his enemy. As the treads brought him closer, he reached down with one armored hand, tearing off a chunk of dirt before hurling it at the insect like enemy...

[Doc 42]

Bahumut reared up on his hind legs, using one massive scythe like claw to slam the projectile away, shattering it at the same time. His Gatling gun started spinning, quickly opening fire, bullets tearing up the ground around The Ashbringer's feat, shell casings ejecting out of his shoulder...

[TyrannoTitan]

Ashbringer fell to the ground in a crouch, hand smashing into the ground, tearing up a large "ramp" of rock and dirt, which acted as a shield for him. Pushing the ramp up completely in front of him, Ashbringer manipulated the air in front of him, causing the rock shield to shoot forward at high speeds, toward the insect creature...

[C S]

Oblivion stepped onto the streets paved in concrete.It was quited aged, hay littering the sides of the path with wooden shacks to serve as stores. The Xordian snarled. It seemed so...mideval-ironic since he fought with one of his home planet's oldest weapons. He was tempted to burn the market place down to the ground, but he perished the thought, he was in a strange world and forced to fight for a crowd and trusted to explore the outside world. With the creatures in this...Chaos point, the over see'ers of this sick game wouldnt be fool enough and are probablly prepared for a rouge gladiator. Oblivion's flames became a bit more violent as he simmered with anger, but then the orangey hued flames became light blue again as he got over it, because just after the historic looking area, mounted on hills was a large city, buildings made of steel and metal and futuristic chrome. With his intrest peaked, Oblivion walked down the path, his light black armor that plated over dark gray chain mail rattled. His blades were holstered in a criss cross fashion on his back..

[TyrannoTitan]

Name/Alias: Lucid Nightmare
Gender: Male
Species: Crydianian
Description: A large humanoid, Nightmare is made up of what looks like white crystal, except his eyes, which are glowing orbs set within his crystal skull, resembling flames somewhat. His crystal body is covered in a loose leather vest and pants, but otherwise relies on his natural armor for protection. His body has jagged and smooth edges alike.
Weight: 250lb
Height: 6'5"
State of Mind: Logical, but proud.
Equipment: Nothing but his leather clothing.
Powers and Fighting Style: Crystal body being relatively strong, can morph his arms into crystal "blades", can absorb laser and laser-like energy and redirect it back at his enemies, can absorb sunlight and produce the same effect, but not as strong. Can also morph his arms into denser amounts of crystal, to some extent, which creates a makeshift shield. Fights with honor, usually is merciful, but can be hard-headed (No pun intended) when his pride is threatened.

[C S]

Oblivion walked through the city gates. The side walks were almost like concrete with what looked like blue crystal shards embedded in the blocks and the buildings made of a metal with a light blue shine. It was extremely clean and orderly. The inhabitants were varied, wearing white cloaks with their hoods ending just over their yellow eyes. The figures were humanoid and they seemed to have dark green scales, but thats all the Xordian warrior could make out. They seemed to ignore him, probably familiar with the collosium, and if so, there were probably other alienated gladiators in the city...

[TyrannoTitan]

Nightmare walked through the city, observing various parts of the settlement with minimal interest. The crystal warrior hated the entire complex, and everyone involved...How dare they imprison him, using him as nothing more then cheap entertainment! He was a warrior, a soldier...and now he was put against whelps barely familiar with a blade, let alone a gun. Nightmare sighed, irritated, staring off toward the various denizens of the city...