~~TOURNAMENT I~~ @Uriel1339 @TuskatheDaemonKilla @bossaroo @Vulpas @Grall_Stonefist @Vanestus @Maleth @Avenging-Angel @CupcaknHell After the newest competitors of the never-ending tournaments in this world's arenas were fed and housed (each with their own private room, tailored to be perfect for them) and given time to rest, all fighters were transported to their first fight. They would be taken individually to many different rooms, where once they stepped inside they would find themselves teleported to one of many floating arena-pods for today's entertainment. Once they arrived, they would find that they were each enclosed in an arena with marble walls and a dusty dirt floor, much like arena coliseums of old. There were of course the bleachers high above, but instead of actual beings sitting there it seemed to be virtual projections - and every once in a while one would flick out of existence, or another would appear in a similar way. They had been treated as kings and queens, but it still seemed that they were entertainment for these people. Indeed, once both opponents faced one another, a voice would ring out calling for them to begin their battle. Indeed - they had all been briefed about what would be happening at the feast, and assured that there was no danger of true death, and though they were technically given a choice in the matter, there was something in the voice of the orator that compelled them, as well as the lack of promise the royal treatment would continue should they refuse. (And of course, they had all been rescued moments before their deaths, so to be returned was to be given a true death). As such, anyone who stepped into the arena would be fighting to the best of their abilities, touted as some of the (many) greatest warriors of the many years in the galaxy. ~~ARENA I~~ @Vulpas || @bossaroo Yarrick = Healthy 9/9 ----- Stefan = Healthy 9/9 ~~ARENA II~~ @Maleth || @Avenging-Angel Morioka= Healthy 9/9 ----- Athena = Healthy 9/9 ~~ARENA III~~ @BadDo9 || @Uriel1339 Malthel = Healthy 9/9 ----- Bizzard= Healthy 9/9 The fighter in this arena would find them facing what seemed to be a rather built human, covered in steel armor and holding a large, two-handed hammer with a rectangular head in a single hand. This paladin, as he was known in his universe, looked up at his new opponent from a large book he was carrying. After a moment's consideration, he let the book hang off the chain it was attached to, hefting the hammer up onto his shoulder. "I am Malthel Holystrider." he said with a nod to his opponent, standing tall for a moment. "Let me see what you can do, Dragon!" ~~ARENA VI~~ @Maleth || @Grall_Stonefist Delara = Healthy 9/9 ----- Stefan = Healthy 9/9 ~~ARENA V~~ @Wincent || @BadDo9 Share'm= Healthy 9/9 ----- Damien = Healthy 9/9 In another arena, a certain fighter would find themselves standing across from a man in what seemed to be combat robes and foot wrappings. There was a metal hilt on his best, and once the signal to fight was given he pulled it down and pressed a button, revealing a glowing, straight blue blade. The long-haired man got into a simple combat stance - weapon in two hands, blade held straight vertical - and bow his head to his opponent. He didn't seem to desire much to speak, instead waiting for his opponent to move ~~ARENA VI~~ @Vanestus || @Uriel1339 Brenda = Healthy 9/9 ----- Agu = Healthy 9/9 ~~ARENA VII~~ @CupcaknHell || @Grall_Stonefist Winston = Healthy 9/9 ----- Mordimer = Healthy 9/9 ~~ARENA VIII~~ @TuskatheDaemonKilla || @BadDo9 Subject 6 = Healthy 9/9 ----- Kheledai = Healthy 9/9 In the final floating arena, there was a different spectacle going on as one of the strongest scientific creations to be spawned out of the mysterious labs of this planet's bowels was being put up against one of the most powerful beings from its own universe. A large, humanoid figure in white, metal armor and wielding a heavy-looking pistol and a sword with teeth of a chainsaw as a blade. He had on a helmet, eyes of which stared straight across into the eyes of the beast it was facing. Without a single word the warrior charged forwards, sword raised and ready to strike.