This is it, the Apocalypse [.plot-fünf.]

This is a different sort of fight than normal. From the sounds of things, the change is most welcome to the audience. They're worked up and ready for a spectacle. Renata is there, dressed in a form-fitting, black track suit that only serves to help her disappear into the background. She smiles, clearly enjoying the anticipation and the rising excitement. For her patrons, she will have gone all-out for this.

Champagne is passed around the stands, along with small-bag samples of pills and powders. Some of the patrons pocket these, some of them take them outright.

The first of the competitors enter the arena. Instead of a standard one-vs-one, or one-vs-two, or any combination where there are clear 'teams', this is clearly a free-for-all from the outset.

One contestant out of the first five survives. He lists to the left, clutching a gaping bite wound on his side. Despite his wounds, his flinty eyes look to the walls as he readies his pike.

On the next round, Daniel and a newcomer are released, along with several individuals who act more like animals than people.



Meanwhile: snow falls silently on the abandoned farm. It is starting to cover the tracks recently made by feet and vehicles, and it masks the strange, foreboding scent that clings to the place.

Wyatt was waking from a strange dream, feeling a stiff pain in the back of his neck. All of his senses felt distorted as he was trying to realize where he was. The surface below him felt stiff, worn, and cold; and though he was indoors, he barely noticed the few snowflakes remaining on his person as they melted off of his one piece suit from his body temperature.

A ringing sound clouded his hearing, and his vision was slightly blurred, as he slowly made way to his feet looking around this vastly dark space trying to make sense of it all. Though some of his senses were limited, he could feel a damn chillness in the air, and smelled a musky scent mixed with what he could only ascertain as death.

He stumbled about slightly, as his eyes began to regain their focus, still unable to make out much from the lack of light. He moved away from his previous resting spot, feeling around through the air, touching the cold dampen stone as he began to feel his way around this strange new area.

He didn't have to move far before his eyes started adjusting to the darkness, as his hand found the metal of the vertical bars in front of him. The ringing began to fade from his ears as he heard footsteps of someone approaching, stopping just short of where he stood. The metal doorway swung open as he was motioned out of his cell and pointed down into the darkness at the other end.

Wyatt looked questioningly at the figure in the darkness, but remained silent as he stepped out and began to move where he was directed. A door began to materialize to his eyes through the darkness, a foreboding cheering echoing on the other side of it. He felt a nervous chill radiate through his body, fearing the worst on the other side of the door.

Light poured through the entrance as the door opened, as a small shove to his back caused him to stumble into the the blinding area, his eyes quickly began to adjust. Glancing around he appeared to be in a cathedral of sorts. The high walls opening in a few places around the circumference where others were entering into the arena themselves. Finally scanning towards the center of the open area he spotted a man, slightly holding his side bleeding out and corpses on the grounds.

Wyatt immediately felt a wave of adrenaline as he realized the dire circumstances he was now presented with. Without much warning the combatants began to charge at one another clashing weapons and displaying their powers as the spectators cheered and roared in excitement. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man who he noted was bleeding earlier was charging towards him, being the only other person without an opponent.

The terror he felt was quickly replaced by a sense of rage, unable to control the anger he was feeling about the cruel joke that like was playing on him. His face twisted with determination as his eyes began to glow an electric blue and ribbons draped down his arms to his sides. Keeping the ribbons slack, he waited until he was just about to be struck by the man charging with his pike.

Wyatt dove towards the man's side and rolled, leaving an excess of ribbon on the ground. He returned to his feet as his opponent turned around readying to attack again. Wyatt backpedaled slightly, dragging the ribbons draped from his wrists, on the ground, his hands in a defensive position in front of him. With a quick lunge the man jabbed his pike towards Wyatt, who was barely able to dodge it.

Bending his left wrist he reached for the ribbon, watching the movements of his opponent, who had again closed the distance between them. The man swung his pike up in the air as he moved his right foot forward, planting his stance. Wyatt manipulated the end of his left ribbon that was just behind the man's back up between his legs to around his waist.

As the pike came down towards him, Wyatt twisted the right ribbon into his hand. Flicking his wrist, the ribbon quickly it extended outward just past the man's left leg, wrapping around his ankle. Leaning in and stepping away from the man's assault, Wyatt swung his arm out and away from him, pulling the man's leg from underneath of him causing him to fall backwards to the ground.

This motion gave Wyatt a brief glance of the carnage happening around him. Blood was being spilled by other around him. The reality of this being a fight to the death only increased his rage. He'd have to finish the fight with his current opponent quick if he was to avoid fighting multiple people at once.

Daniel had to guess that it had only been about a day or two since he had last talked to Nova, the bad taste he got in his mouth from her hopelessness caused him to hesitate for a moment as he swallowed while he was being ushered into the battle arena. It was almost like routine for him as several people came at him all at once. This time though, Daniel made a conscious effort to avoid the people that only seemed to be defending themselves. He wasn't sure why but he felt it better to only end the people that seemed to be too far to even save. Turning one of his hands to fire, Daniel managed to successfully fend off about three or four people until the entrance of a bear only a few feet away from him caused him to stop in his tracks.

Dion had lost his grip on his humanity after the third or fourth fight that he had been in, his bear form being the only type of form that the once man was now comfortable in. Spotting the first person that appeared as a threat, Dion rose up on his back feet and dove in for a dark skinned boy who had been standing in front of him. The boy dodged quickly, but Dion received a bit of back lash - having received a harsh burn on his stomach. With this Dion moved away from Daniel, the only other things really wanting to challenge him being other shape-shifters or more animalistic humans.

Looking back towards his opponent, Wyatt saw the pike user pushing himself up with the pike still in his hand. As the man began to bring his legs up underneath him, Wyatt pulled hard on the left ribbon pulling him over sideways from his waist. Slackening both of the ribbons, he wrapped both of the man's feet together with one, and his pike hand with another. With all the strength Wyatt could muster, he began to drag the man around, lifting him off the ground as he spun. Wyatt picked up as much momentum as he could, without making himself dizzy and sent the man hurling into the wall of the arena. The hit probably didn't kill him but would hopefully incapacitate him for a while.

Wyatt grabbed the man's pike only to throw it away, to increase its distance from its owner in case he woke up. Wyatt was shocked to see the massive size of the bear on the opposite edge of the room, figuring it would be best to avoid the massive shifter.  Instead Wyatt noticed a couple of people ganging up on another, on his side of the combat quarters.  Following along close to the wall, he extended his ribbons out behind the man unnoticed.  Quickly he wrapped the ribbons around the man's neck, and jumped up for a round house kick.  As his foot connected with the ribbons it pulled tightly around his neck sending him flying backwards head first into the wall.  A smear of blood was visible as the man's body slumped to the floor.

Now that it was a one on one fight between these two combatants, Wyatt looked around trying to find another single person, or an unfair fight to help even the odds.  As he began to move about and find himself another opponent he felt a heavy object hitting him squarely in the back.  As he fell forward he began to roll to his side in an attempt to find the source of the assault.  Looking down his body, passed his feet, he was surprised to see it was the person that he aided, apparently wanting to take two people on at once.  Hastily he returned to his feet as the man charged towards him, bending down to pick up his club, the man he was still fighting wielding two swords chasing after him in pursuit.

After awhile it had appeared that Dion had killed about three or four people just by the use of his claws. Daniel on the other hand was finding himself dodging people instead of attacking. It was frustrating to the voice in his head that called for blood shed, somehow though today of all days the young man was managing it for the time being. This brief paradise was short lived though, as a woman came running at Daniel with water knives in her hands. It seemed though that the woman did not have much control over this power of water, as opposed to another water elemental Daniel knew quite well. Biting his lip to the point of bleeding, Daniel briefly dodged the woman once more as she came at him with her weapons.

The third time around though the young man found himself getting more and more irritated and finally as she came at him one last time, Daniel grabbed the woman in one swift movement and snapped her neck. The voice inside him screamed in delight, but it was obvious that he was miserable. After this though, Daniel looked around the arena and noticed that the only fight going on was between a young man who seemed to control some magical ribbons and two other people. Daniel decided it was best to avoid that and instead looked up at the crowd, forcing himself to memorize the faces that he saw.

[OOC; As soon as Wyatt gets done with his fight I think Temp will be able to continue on with her plan.]

Wyatt quickly tried to scramble to his feet, as the man quickly brought the club down upon him. Unable to avoid the attack, the man's club struck him across the face, sending him across the ground a few more feet. The dual wielding sword user had caught up to the other and went to attack, giving Wyatt the few precious seconds to return to his feet.

His eyes began to glow brighter, unable to tolerate the emotional strains on him anymore. Wyatt ran towards the two fighting, punching the club user in the face, knocking him to the ground. Quickly he spun around kicking one of the swords out of the other man's hands. As man spun around to find his sword, Wyatt had already obtained the sword quicker with one of his soul ribbons.

The two exchanged swings of the sword, as Wyatt unconsciously began to form a small shield around his left hand. As the club user came at him again, Wyatt spun around to the back of the sword user, swinging the sword out wide. Both of the men's attacks had missed Wyatt, but connected with the other person. The sword cut into the clubber's shoulder leaving nasty gash, and the club connected with a cracking sound into the mans ribs.

As the man fell over sideways from the crack to his ribs, Wyatt swung the sword as hard as he could, severing the club user's head. He turned onto the man who's sword he was now possessing, giving a quizzical look at the sword in his hand. He through it down towards the man piercing him in the stomach. With his ribbons, he pinned the man's head back with one, and used the other to force the man to slit his own throat.

Wyatt looked up at the crowd hearing their cheers and applause, before looking back down around him seeing a bear and another man looking around, without an intention of fighting as well. Wyatt allowed his shield to unravel as his eyes returned back to their blue color, his ribbons dissipating from view.

She entered the arena amid the chorus of cheating. Several other openings in the arena walls let in her prey as well, adding to the feast before her. She had her blade with her, the inscrutable obsidian blade that she carried carelessly at her side. The tip dipped below the level of the sand, scraping ominously against the stone floor.

She was already in her other form. They'd been sure to prep her for this. No more chances to hold back. Unlike the first time she'd shown this form, she now sported new markings. Lingering on her person with all of the ritual markings were several harsh black marks. Most seemed centered on what seemed to be her back (she glowed too brightly to discern features for long). The thickest marks were almost two centimeters wide, but tapered off near the edges. Like stripes. Or scars.

The shining figure occasionally seemed to condense into a skeletal figure, but the light coming off her made direct view of her person difficult and uncomfortable. She moved less decidedly this time around. Between the surplus of targets and a perceptible stiffness in her limbs, she just didn't make as much progress as usual.

Her 'face' seemed to turn in Wyatt's direction and her shoulders followed, then the rest of her as she began to walk in his direction. However, he was saved from her advances when a man ran in front of her, in mid-transformation into a leopard. Her attention was successfully caught and she pursued this new quarry.

The roars of the crowd had only riled Miller up even more. His head swung from side to side in order to crack the bones in his neck. It was just another day in his new life, his fear of death was dwindling with each passing day. He didn’t own his life anymore and he didn’t have any abjections to that fact. ‘She’ll be watching, don’t disappoint her’ the voice rung in his head.

The gates to the arena opened to reveal the monstrous appearing boy along with others. The arena was not as dark as he would like, but given the circumstances there were plenty of other aspects outside of his control that were more important to him. Regardless, the towering giant entered the ring with his crimson stained blade readily at his side. His left elbow was cocked, ready to jab at whoever he decided was his enemy.

Miller’s bulbous eyes scanned the battlefield as he searched for an opponent that would impress his mistress once he defeated them. The bear seemed to serve that purpose, corpses laid around his person. He was easily the competition that he was seeking to destroy.

He wasted little time as he noticed the bear was weakened by the fight it had finished, his prize was ripe for the picking. The blade wielding gargantuan made a b-line toward the equally titanic beast. Miller’s unprotected feet tore through the sand floor of the stadium like it was thinner than air, leaving clouds of sand-dust in his wake. For a precision end to a fight that hadn’t even begun, he was aiming to impale the pseudo-bear like one would a kabob.

Daniel noticed Nova as soon as she made her way into the arena in her other form. From their conversation before, this was what she thought she was. It had been difficult for him to try and argue with her that she was anything else. Gritting his teeth, Daniel turned his attention away from Nova to focus on guarding himself.

Dionysus noticed Miller as soon as the young man was making his way toward him. His previous wound on his stomach didn't help as he managed to slowly turn his attention toward Miller. Swinging out one of his bear paws, Dion's intention was to throw Miller off from stabbing him completely. Instead as he aimed, the blade cut deep into Dion's thick bear muscles instead which caused the shape-shifter to roar and back himself up from his attacker.

Seeing the walls of the arena begin to open up again, gave Wyatt a a sigh of relief, that was immediately broken again. More combatants began to file in, some more hastily than others. Instantly Wyatt's eyes were glowing green again as he prepares himself for another wave of fighting as two soul ribbons emerge from his pendant wrapping along each arm into his open palms.

There was something gravitating about the being of light. Wyatt was unable to reason what would cause a person to glow brightly, but for a brief moment he thought he was going to find out. That moment passed quickly as well, as another ran in front of her causing the pseudo magnetism to break. He didn't feel like he belonged here, but realized that maybe nobody did.

This thought didn't ease him in the slightest, as he found himself getting more and more angry at fate, and even angrier about the disrespect of the dead. The lifeless bodies laying about the ground with another round beginning enraged and saddened him. With no direct attackers Wyatt took a few moments to weave a shield around his left hand as he began to look for the two other survivors that could potentially be allies.

He spotted Dion fairly easily, noticing Millers frightening appearance heading directly for him. With no time to put him in a position to assist, Wyatt watched Millers massive sword pierce into the bears form. Seeing the pike on the ground in the corner of his eye, Wyatt ran over to it and hurled it towards the massive man who's entire arm was a weapon.

Adrenaline was rushing through Wyatts entire body. He wasn't sure if he had hit anything or not, his immediate focus was to layer the second ribbon to reinforce his shield, and then to obtain the sword from the last corpse he made. 'How many more people have to die?' Was the thought of rage echoing in his mind. Finishing the shield he darted back to the corpse, the blade still in its owners neck.

[OOC: Sorry for taking so long, been a busy hectic week.]

Nova cleaved the were-leopard in twain and picked up part of the corpse. The shining figure brought it close to what should have been her face and part of the flesh disappeared. The lifeless body thudded to the ground, ignored after that as though she'd tasted it and found it unpalatable. Or perhaps it was because she'd found a new target in a stadium of constantly-moving prey.

Her choices were inscrutable- she aimed either a shining limb or the obsidian blade at anything and everything she passed. Two were fighting on her left as she stalked a man who blasted his opponents with a fierce, gale-force wind whenever they got too close. She stabbed the nearest one. A man was bleeding out before her on the ground, she stooped to pick him up and- well, part of his throat disappeared into the shining face.

Yes, she was attacked. Yes, it seemed that she took damage. However, it hardly slowed her down. The shining figure registered only fatigue and inability to use her limbs as effectively as before. This was time sensitive since every bit of flesh she consumed restored her a little.

Regardless, the chaos was enough that by the time she reached Daniel and dispatched his latest opponent, her shining left arm hung by her side in an odd way. Regardless, she didn't hesitate before aiming that large obsidian sword in the direction of his torso.


|| Good post, Enix! ||

Miller retrieve his blade quickly from his foe’s body, watching the bear’s reaction for a brief period of time. His lower jaw rattled as his breathes became erratic. His adrenaline was pumping out faster than his heart could beat as he absorbed the bear’s torment. The feeling almost outmatched his mistress’s touch. He had to capitalize on the creature’s torture, end his life before it had to linger too hardly on his pain. As his experience in the arena had taught him in the past, staying in one area for too long was not a favourable option.

He charged at the bear once more, the spear-like weapon a near miss. Miller pounced the creature similar to what paleontologists had predicted raptors to do when hunting their prey. As his feet connect with the beast’s back, Miller gripped on the mammal’s fur tightly so that he could steady himself on the creature. He wound his blade up as he readied himself to unleash another jab into the bear’s side, hoping to silence the creature completely.

His ears perked from the sound of the metal tipped weapon’s impact against the floor. Just from the way it rung in his ear he knew that it was meant for him and which direction its origin was. His eyes glanced over as he continued to brutalize the bear, he spotted his next potential target. He too seemed to have a bit of a body count, his mistress would be pleased to see him fall under Miller’s hand or blade rather.

Dionysus was not prepared for the extra attacks on him, the sharp blade going into his skin with ease. Falling back from Miller into a wall that was near them, Dion collapsed to the ground as the blood started to leak out of his wounds at an agonizing pace. Dionysus's eyes started to fog then, the hair on his skin shrinking back into his body for one last shift back into his human form.

Spotting a large sword being flung at him, Daniel moved at a slower pace than he usually did. All the fights going on around him seeming to fade out as his focus went onto strictly Nova. The young man had managed to dodge the initial attack from Nova though, moving in a manner that suggested he was going to attack her all the way up until the point a large wolf like thing had gotten Daniel's left calf in between its jaws. The young man cried out, the teeth digging into his skin - tearing muscle as well the pressure getting close enough to break his leg. Before this happened though, Daniel managed to light on fire the face of the wolf thing and the animal yelped and let go. Daniel then delivered a killing blow the thing, shooting fire out of his palm reminiscent of a flame thrower. Soon enough the wolf was burned to crisps.

Turning back to Nova now, the injury to his leg made it more than obvious that Daniel was going to have a hard time fighting with Nova much less moving around. Is this it for us? Daniel shook his head then. "We've come this far, can't stop now." He grinded the words out, his facial expression growing more tense as he tried to move.

Just as Wyatt had reached the corpse of the sword user, he glimpsed a reflective surface flying through the air towards him. Swinging his left arm around between himself and the unknown object, an energized knife collided with his shield, exploding on impact. The energy detonation sent the young man toppling over sideways and caused cracking within his shield. Quickly he dove back towards the corpse and grabbed both of the departed sword users scimitars in each hand.

Scrambling to his feet, Wyatt saw a girl charging knives up with a yellow explosive energy. She was slightly closer to him than Miller and Dion, but would halve the distance between him and the others if he made it to her. He charged towards her at a dead sprint, the knife in her hands glowing brighter and brighter as he approached. With a wicked smile she looked up at Wyatt in his approach.

He knew his shield could only take one or two more hits before it'd be useless, so he had to use it to his advantage. Taking a chance he jumped into the air as she released her knife. Somersaulting over it, he swung the sailed down connecting it with the hilt of the blade he just missed.

The stored energy exploded again, this time to Wyatt's advantage, sending him higher in the air and towards the girl. As gravity reversed his momentum, he flipped the swords around in his hands, stabbing the blades into her neck as he came down on top of her.

His shield being all but shattered and his opponent deceased, Wyatt dispersed and resummoned his ribbons. He looked around quickly without noticing anyone else free to attack him and hastily attempted to weave small shields on each wrist as he watched Dion bleed out under Miller's assault.

|| Seren gave me permission to do this. I am opening the threads after this post. ||

Nova barely glanced down when several shards of ice bit into her flesh. Instead, she hurled her sword at the offending water-elementalist and darted forward to grapple with Daniel. The smell of burning flesh arose in the air, along with a black smoke that added a deathly haze to the fighting. She had him in terms of strength, but she wasn't using her left arm. Daniel's leg gave him issues and it was only due to the use of his power that he was able to fend her off.

The Tzitzimitl let go of her opponent abruptly and he stopped flaming. Sooty streaks of black now obscured the shine of her hand and forearm. As she moved in for another round, her obsidian blade bit into the flesh of Daniel's side, reopening a wound Nova herself had made a while ago.

Nova's figure flickered with uncertainty as Daniel fell to the sand. She broke the neck of the fighter using her weapon, then she stood above Daniel for what seemed like minutes. Daniel was losing blood and his skin started to turn ashen.

Finally, the Tzitzimitl dropped to her knees next to him and placed her sooty palms over his more serious wound. Her head tilted back, nothing happened for ten seconds.

Then the light fled from her body into his and she collapsed to the sand, unconscious. Her hands and forearms were black and blistered, and she had some melting shards of ice protruding from lacerations in her hip.