The Colosseum Part II {Clash of Gods Event}

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

The Old Ruins

The Land of Winds Great Colosseum. Years ago high hopes were placed within this structure as the Kazekage, Hitomi Kamyuja, of this land created this Grand Colosseum to prove the nations strength only to have the Hokage of the Land of Fire claim victory amidst the chaos of rebellion. Since that time the building has crumbled. An attack within a time of civil war left the foundations shaken and the walls in disarray yet despite this it still stands, a shadow of its former self but standing nonetheless. Spectators that pass by still marvel at this wondrous structure however proving that their is still life within its stands, it radiates the cries of bloodied men and abused creatures. The scent of murder, blood, and glory can be found here, and glory itself will be found there once more! Through the cries of ages this building stands new, a testament to all youth searching for something greater, and with these youth the Gods of Times Past will again walk the earth, leading them to this place so that they may do battle against one another. Their hopes and dreams hanging in the balance.

They will fight and kill one another for the mere name of Champion, they will murder and bath in blood for the name of Champion, they will turn savage and lose sanity for the name of Champion, and only after the battle is done and only one remains, the last one left standing will know true strength for he will be Champion. From that moment forth his creed, his ideals, and his dreams will be the right ones of which to follow for he is the Champion. Greater than any human King, greater than any Daimyo, greater than any Kage, General, or Military leader for he is the Gods Chosen, he is the Gods Champion! His name will be heard throughout the universe as Champion for the Champion is Glory itself. They are Gods Champion.

[Natsy]

Grand Entrance //Enter After stepping off the ship, the partially destroyed building loomed before me. The sands of time had taken it, but it was obviously still in working order otherwise I would not have been bought here. I come dressed in a full black kimono with a thick white sash tied around my waist. However, on the back of the Kimono had the Takigakure insignia etched into the fabric in golden threads. Attached to said sash was my scimitar which’s scabbard was sitting to the right side of my body, sword’s hilt sticking out. Around the left side was a butt bag filled with 30 Blood Clot pills and 10 Kunai. The Kimono itself was an ankle length Kimono which was made for formal and combative purposes. My feet were clad in white socks atop of black wooden geta while my hair was tied back into an elaborate French braid which cascaded down my back and secured with a black ribbon. The tip of said braid rested mere inches above my buttocks. I casually grabbed the rope-like braid and flipped it over my left shoulder. I wore a medium amount of make up: black eyeliner and pink lip-gloss while my sun-kissed skin donned a black rhombus which was positioned at the direct centre of my forehead, sucking away at my chakra even as I stood here. My build consisted of curves, a narrow tucked in waist and an incredibly large bossom. I was muscled, yet unattractively so. Minus the sword and butt bag, I had a black cloak encasing my body, the Takigakure insignia was etched upon the back of the cloak in golden threads just like my Kimono; ensuring that onlookers knew exactly what village I hailed from. I was a proud Takigakure Kunoichi and was its dignified Godaime. So if I died during this tournament, I would die as a Kunoichi and Godaime of Takigakure no Sato and I will die with honor. Inside the cloak itself I had 30 Kunai, 45 Bo-Shuriken, a Mono-Goggle, a world map and a lensatic compass while my right wrist had a senbon bracelet fully loaded with 57 senbon. But to top things off, a shield (heavy) was strapped to my back, hiding the insignia until it was time for me to remove the shield for use. Post Number: 143 Byakugō no In charges: 30

[Saiyuki]

|| Enter ||

Battle ready, Sai was beamed down from the ship. At least to him, it seemed like he was beamed down. The ruins were much larger now that he had his feet back on the ground. There was a sort of romance that he found in ancient ruins. The solitude. The effect of time on the land. Its traces of fame before being forgotten. These were things only an old fart like him would appreciate but he did so nonetheless. After all, he may actually die here. For real this time. He had to enjoy the little things while he could.

His Rumble Regalia and greaves equipped, he gracefully glided around the ruins. As he did so, he double checked his vest and belt for the last time. He had 3 blood clot pills, 1 soldier pill, 16 kunai, 10 shuriken, 10 explosion tags, 3 lightning tags, 3 ice tags, a smoke pouch, an incendiary grenade, a gas mask in them. Holstered at his right side would be a shield reinforced large umbrella he deemed Rasen, equipped with 20 senbon and his handy katana, Shoujin. Judging by the lack of activity, he could see that he had been one of the earlier ones to arrive.

Adjusting his jacket, he slowed the pace down as he found the entrance to the Coliseum. At least the remains of it. And from there, he saw a figure off in the distance. Probably another one of the Gods' champions. Yet he could not help but fathom that this person seemed somewhat familiar. Cautiously he drew closer, with curious intent. Until he was just far enough to realize that he had indeed met this person before. He wondered if she recognized him but kept that under wraps for now.

"I assume you were summoned here as well?"

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Her vessel jaunt elapsed, Vasha regarded the building before her with a combination of awe and outrage. It seemed that the structure had been built as a religious complex if not a battle one which appeared to look over five thousand years old. However, by looking at it, it had withstood wars, rebellions, and the wastes of time. The walls of the building looked as though it were made of six-ton stones, piled without the aid of the wheel and as she imagined so, inside those walls, mighty pillars might appear to have risen to about thirty feet into the air only to support nothing by the atmospheres itself. Below and outside the coliseum looking building, or a temple of such, stood the Kamyuja, and approaching the shadow of the crumbling building, the history of civilization seemed to flicker and turn, as though the very memories of the world were stored there. Wearing the presence of a casual school girl, a horrifying short green creased skirt and a dull blue-green coat covering her white blouse, she drew closer toward the construction smoothly, her gaze levelled with the building. Something so old she now and again wished she was an archaeologist rather than a shinobi. Her dark Uwabaki shoes sank into the sand as she waited for the following stage to start. She noticed that there were two other people who had landed before her, however she will approach closer to them in a minute. With her silver hair gushing in the wind, she un-clasped her customary butt bag and held it in her hands while she viewed the two inaccessible figures standing marginally before her. Her two Gauntlets glimmered upon her clench hands as she pulled open the fold to her butt pack and looked inside. Organize conveniently inside the sack are her one arrangements of Binoculars which house condition viewing, night-vision, thermal vision, x-ray vision and zooming vision with the limit of twenty meters. In another opening within the same pack are her [x77] seventy-seven darts, [x77] seventy-seven hira-shuriken, and [x64] sixty-four caltrops. Her butt pack was full, and easy drawn together for quick access. Vasha settled her stance and altered her butt bag back to her right butt cheek before touching her tantō case which rested snugly between her skin and the waistband of her skirt. And afterward with her other free hand, she checked her Mateki flute which rode inside her jacket pocket. With everything all together, she proceeded with her approach, recognising Rosalie after a minute, she advanced toward her left side. Quietly she didn't speak a word and once she was adjacent to the old Kage, she brushed her arm to permit her to realise that she was standing close to her before her gaze peered toward the tall male, gorgeous, holding an extensive umbrella and wearing Greaves which secured both of his legs. The hunk looked great. Her friend and educator likewise seemed lovely dressed fittingly in a dark kimono. Vasha gazed down at her clothing thinking about whether she ought to have changed into something much more fitting. Her gaze left her figure, and the hunk and ascended toward the building. Am I prepared for this? Two Gauntlets Tantō In Butt Bag: Binocular x1 Condition Viewing Night-Vision Vision Thermal Vision X-Ray Vision Zooming Vision x20m Darts x77  Shuriken-Hira x77  Caltrops (Overview) x64  Mateki Flute

[Komusō]

Lee's attire was that of a Komusō; she had covered her body with a loose white kosode & hakama bound together at the waist with a simple black sash, which made it remarkable easy to remove. Lee had attached a screening smoke grenade to the left side of the garment so that she could draw it at a moment’s notice. None of her skin was visible. Every aspect of the outfit was designed to offer maximum mobility, her footwear was no exception a simple set of undyed waraji, were all that a Monk required. Her face, as well as her short brown hair, would have been obscured from view by her tengai, a straw basket or sorts that the Komuō wore to remove their ego. The trained eye might have been able to discern that this tengai offered three-hundred-and-sixty-degree vision, an uncommon trait among this piece of attire, however due to the rarity, Lee doubted that anyone would know that she differed from the norm.

The ruined Colosseum provided the perfect vantage point for Lee; she watched as the other contestants congregated together into a tight pack, no more than a meter separating them, safe in the knowledge that thirty-five meters separated her from the group. At some point in time, one of the colosseum’s benches had been shattered, this provided the perfect cover for Lee, as she took up residence on the second floor of the building, hidden from view by the four-foot shards of rock—ten meters separated the storeys. The rocks must have been quite dense, as Lee noted that their weight was approximately the same as her own, despite the height advantage that she possessed. Lee looked onwards, checking her environment; she noted that there was a piece of weathered wood, ten meters ahead of her—sixteen point three meters from the opponents—which was a suitable candidate for a body swap technique, if she was able to cover the distance in time.

By glancing to her right, Lee had been able to see the insides of the arena it was some two hundred meters in length. Massive columns had been constructed in a square pattern, leaving seven-meter gaps all over the battlefield. Each of the columns was approximately two meters in diameter, with a height that exceeded fifteen meters. Interestingly the whole arena was constructed from an artificial material, that made manipulating its raw form regardless of elemental release, nearly impossible, presumably set up to avoid an environmental bias; this combined with the arid environment, meant that there was no water source in sight, nor was there any vegetation.

[Deleted]

The mint-maned girl was not the first champion to arrive. Her haunting spirits were heartened by this, and surged in the direction of the nearest human body, eager to feed on the misfortune they transferred. Even so, Myata resisted their demands and kept her distance, as far away from anyone else as she could manage. She didn't even look at them, not really. Reaching a far, rounded wall, she pressed her back to it and slid down, huddled into herself. The pull was so insistent she trembled with the effort of keeping away. It shouldn't matter, they would be her enemies, but it did to her.

Enemies...this was hostile territory. She should take stock of her equipment. A shortsword and small, round shield. A crossbow meant to be utilized when transitioning between melee and long range, out of ammunition. Damn. Well, worst case she could still throw it or use it to bash someone's face in. Gauntlets on each hand, to enable her to wield her enhanced longsword Vendemiaire with both hands. Greaves to defend against crippling attacks against her legs, which she relied on to keep confrontations on her terms.

She sighed. A pretty lackluster arsenal, but she didn't come here with any real hope of winning. No, she had come to die. But suicide was out of the question, if only to spite her "father" and "betrothed", the dark God Jashin. She would die on her feet, in the heat of battle, giving her all to survive as she always did. If misfortune befell her enemies and she somehow came out on top? That too was acceptable. Adversity brings strength to the soul. The longer she lived, even against her own desires, the more deserving she would be of peace at last when her final breath came.

She pulled her small cloak around herself. Really, it was more of a half-cape with pockets. Why was she so cold? Oh right. The drain from her dark passengers trying so hard to reach beyond their tether to her. If nothing else, death meant she would be rid of them. Her cloak didn't contain anything of import combat-wise. Just a set of goggles with a few enhancements, a compass, a walkie-talkie she used to listen to music when she was lonely, flint to star a fire when she was cold, and a flashlight for...reasons? Her goggles came with nightvision. Flashlight wasn't nearly as useful. Why had she bought that? Maybe to bludgeon wild predators she didn't want to kill? That sounded plausible.

[Runeska]

The heavens seemed to open up to reveal a vessel beyond their wildest imagination. It was hard even for Akai not be overwhelmed, stoice as he typically remained. More surprisingly, the travel to Kaze no kuni occurred quicker than he could ever and yet, they weren't the first... or second. These were all unfamiliar people.

Gekkido took point, guiding their body towards the colosseum. The diminutive form passed the group by a few meters only to proceed to their battle ground's entrance. It was a somewhat dilapidated structure visually, but the parts which remained were extremely sturdy, unlikely to collapse without considerable force. The ground here was likewise solid, obvisiusly not made of the same sandy substance of the surrounding wasteland. Stepping back out into the sun, 15 meters separated them from the group whom seemed to know each other.

"So then, there are champions gathered, supposedly to battle to the death in place of the gods. Has anyone heard of the rules of engagement? How about we agree to a ceasefire until the gods have spoken?" He paused fixing his white haori beneath the white vest that he wore.

"It'd be a shame to lose another before the festivities even begin!" Akai added, a little heavy on the spite.

Inventory checking was important. Despite Akai's eagerness, Gekkido new they were stepping into a fight that would far surpass anything they'd encountered in the long forgotten past. First up, the kyushi lay at thy thier left side, hip level in its sheath. Similarly, the Tenkyo Buryoku lay in its sheath, though, horizontally on his back. Tokihage lay to his right hip, unfortunately inactive. He wore his right clawed gauntlet along with his normal one and grieves despite the heat, but remained unhindered by the weight. His left butt bag housed 4 kunai, 1 knife, 40 exploding tags, and 32 makibishi. The right butt bag housed 30 hira shuriken, 3 blood clot pills, 3 soldier pills, and 1 gas mask with D filter.

[try4]

Adjusting the mechanism that bound both his claw and gauntlet together on his arm, Mikutashi coolly strode across the gap between he and several others. Despite the terrible heat, he still wore all black: his poncho was fit against his body ruggedly, but it still blocked the view of his ninja tool bag, as well as his tanto and small fan at his side. With careful eyes, he scanned the vicinity---he had known none of the people present.

Once he got into an appropriate range, he went down and sat on the golden granule; this was a moment for him to gather his thoughts.. his energy. The medium-sized disk that was situated across his back had been folded cleanly in half, which could possibly also serve as a second swordesque weapon. The expanding shadow of the coliseum offered a cool respite for the wayward traveler. He figured that he had close to one hundred tags of various enhancements within his buttbag; among the stack also was a decent amount of hira-shuriken, a pair of goggles and a sole kunai. "Heh," he mumbled, eyes closed as he focused on himself and not the others. Some had brought along side them perhaps entire weapon caches, while he had the basic essentials. Whatever weapons his future opponents had, however, did not matter to him --- he was more concerned about their overall skill, more so than what some gadget or item could do. He reopened his atrous eyes after all while and studied the area once more.

He counted three women, two of which that stood so close in proximity, that one could only gauge they'd known each other; and two men, making that tally three including himself. That left two other combatants unaccounted for, but he was certain they would arrive. He rested a rough five meters away from the horde, towards the left of them all and did not seem to want to be bothered by any of the lot. Chaos coursed through his veins, and the sensation of a lawful presence disturbed his equilibrium. While he couldn't pinpoint it, whoever they were... he despised them without even knowing their origin.



Forever the odd man out, Mikutashi simply sat silent as the others communed; Madis, the God of Hunting, had brought the lone wolf to a hen's nest. Hopefully he could excel here.

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Dismantle Order
Rank: "C"
Skill: Social Trait
Effect: Must be Chaotic: Through the code of freedom the user has learned to detect those that support law with ease.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: If the user follows this code, their appreciation for unfettered social freedom allows them to locate supporters of law with supernatural ease. User can use Detect Law. This trait replaces 1 Freebies.
Limit: Must start with Character; replaces 1 Freebies.

[The Creator]

[Enter]

The warm sands of the Land of Wind were an alien landscape for the Sound shinobi. He had never seen such a sight. The sands shifting under his boots reminded him of the beach but there was no smell of the sea here, no refreshing coast breeze, no call of the gulls. There was naught here to be found but the hallow howl of the wind flowing through the empty arches of the coliseum. The breeze carried no refreshment, only more heat and more sand. Shouta began to sweat under his thick, black robes. Before long, the robes clung to his skin and stifled him; his stubbornness was stronger than his discomfort, however, and he pushed every idea to dress more appropriately out of his mind. He readjusted the Otogakure headband around his right bicep. With deep, ragged breaths beneath his plague-doctor's mask, he turned his gaze upon the dilapidated structure.

No, this wasn't right. For all the Gods' need for their precious regalia, the pride of victory above their peers, the grandness of their floating ships, they chose this broken down place to decide the next King of Gods? The structure was half-destroyed, likely from the never-ending wind eating away at the stone. Coastal winds carrying small particles of sand carved through rock like butter. It would not be much longer before the sand-carrying winds took this coliseum and returned it to the dust from which it came.

With his paranoia growing, Shouta turned from the structure to look at the others gathered around it. By sight alone, he trusted none of them. Most of them seemed to be standing or sitting alone, perhaps thinking of the gravity of their decision to come here to fight for strange Gods. There was a group of three further off. Strange, even knowing that those before you are to be your mortal enemy the human condition forces them to speak to one another. He could imagine the conversation: awkward, short, full of strange words and exclamations. No 'looking forward to killing you' or 'please don't kill me' to be heard. That would all come soon enough. Shouta turned to look at them each individually, his red eyes glowing with the strength of the strongest Tasukeru in the world.

One was a female that Shouta, under different circumstances, would think rather beautiful. Her black kimoni hid a strongly built body underneath and her golden-red hair was drawn all together in a single braid. Upon her was a dark cloak and a shield strapped to her back. Shouta made note of this. While it could simply be that she wore a shield on her back for protection, it would make more sense that she used it while in battle; armor on her back would make more sense than a shield. Likely a taijutsu user. She had a strange mark upon her forehead whose purpose Shouta was unclear of. Perhaps he would find out later. He guessed that was inevitable.

A woman was standing in close vicinity of the French-braid woman, revealing that they were likely more intimate than strangers. She was dressed like a civilian schoolgirl with gleaming gauntlets that contrasted strangely against the innocently seeming get-up. The gauntlets revealed that she, too, was likely a taijutsu user, perhaps even a fellow student of the French-Braid girl. They seemed as if they were the same age so if they did train together, it was with one another, not one under the other. There was no armband or any identifying marks of allegence upon either of them. Shouta wondered if he should put away his own armband, wondering if he was revealing too much about himself. This thought prompted him to remove his armband and place it in his colossal backpack.

He threw it into the Mobile Operations Bag and made sure that everything else was there. It seemed that he was not the only thing checking up on his ninja tools so he tried to keep what he was looking at close to the chest. The school-girl was looking at hers in the wide open, in front of everyone, and apparently had no illusions of trying to keep anything secret. Shouta rifled through the unorganized jumble of equipment in his pack. Inside was a 6-inch Length Flashlight, three surveillance spikes, twenty-nine small tracers, two wireless radios, a complicated electronic compass, a 20-piece lock pick set, a comic book [Adventures of Bat-Man! #42], a reference book [Black Dragons, Ruminations on Accursed Drakes and Dragons], and finally an old dictionary [Abyssal Lexicon, Ver. IX]. Yes it was all there, now along with his shinobi headband.

He looked up to finish his scouting duty. Another man was wearing all black, much taller than Shouta, with a rather handsome face. He wore greaves and a Katana on his hip. He was standing among the other Taijutsu combatants and guessed that he too could just as well be one of their fellow associates. Were they attempting to form some sort of an alliance? Perhaps they new more of this event than Shouta. Shouta decided he would play it safe for now and not speak until he had everything figured out. There were another four who were by themselves. It seemed that being alone was the strategy most seemed to be playing.

There was a humanoid standing alone wearing a strange helm and robes covering all of its body. To determine the sex of the figure was impossible. Shouta instantly felt a strong connection to this individual and at the same time a strong lack of trust. They were too alike for his taste, and Shouta did not consider himself the greatest of allies. This person, whoever it was, was likely the largest threat here. Telling anything about it would be impossible. While he was able to determine that the three congregating together were likely to be taijutsu users, determining anything about this person would be nigh impossible. Shouta decided he would have to keep a careful eye on the hidden figure.

There was a girl standing alone with mint-colored hair. A strange color, unnatural, as it often was with those of strange birthlines. It was more likely than not that she possessed some strange bloodlimit. Tasukeru revealed that she did, indeed, carry the blood of some strong shinobi clan but he didn't recognize the pattern. He supposed he would learn about them in time. The traits of clans in combat were often strange and unpredictable. To fight against her first time would be a difficult affair.

There was a young boy with silver hair. Shouta was surprised by his appearance. What kind of God would pick a boy fight for his ascension into immortal Kinghood among Gods? He surmised that this boy must be some prodigal work, some genius-level shinobi, but inexperienced. He kept that in the back of his mind as he searched for any revealing marks on the boy. On his back was a katana with a strange aura around it. Shouta's eyes widened at the strange pattern issuing from the blade. Never before had a non-living object held such an aura. The blade was likely the most powerful weapon here. Shouta would like to see it in action before he was forced to fight it.

Finally there was one alone, meditating on the warm sands. He had a strange blade across his back and Shouta pegged him for a taijutsu user. Strange, was Shouta the only ninjutsu user here? He had never fought a taijutsu user to the death and knew nothing of their techniques nor strategies. He hoped to push off his initial fight so that he could watch the other combatants.

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Tasukeru (Seeing Life)
Rank: C, B, A, S (x2)
Skill: Doujutsu
Effect: Allows a full three hundred and sixty (360) degree field of vision and some predictability to physical attacks. Unlike Byakugan, the user sees life in its normal colors during this tech, no details spared. Signs of life, thermal readings and X Ray vision is near perfect. Can also read a determine the difference of a regular shinobi to that of one with a bloodline or if they house any foreign presence by the different chakra waves displayed when observed through Tasukeru. This does not mean one knows the BL right away. Must have encountered the BL before in order to know exactly who they are. The ‘C’ ranked version grants the user up to 50 meters of observing. Each new rank for the Jutsu will add 50 more meters. This can be trained multiple times after all the ranks are achieved in order to add 50 meters onto one’s total. Each extra training is worth an S ranked training.
Special: Although one is born with this jutsu, one must activate the eyes through training.
Drawback: Heavy chakra drain over time, especially when multiple phases of the Tasukeru are accessed. While Taijutsu can be predicted, the Onigami are not designed to have fast twitch muscles. As such, perfect blocking simply won’t happen all the time.
Description: Summoned through will, the scarlet eyes of the Onigami will grow a very vibrant neon red and all life becomes theirs to fully observe. Once activated, the user has a three hundred and sixty (360) degree field of vision, as well as the ability to see into other people’s bloods. For those allied to an Onigami, this jutsu is revered for making the Onigami known as the ultimate scouts.
Limit: Must be part of the Onigami BL.

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[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Beginning

With all the Champions gathered, the time for the battle of the Gods was nigh. As the Champions stood before one another, a brief moment of reprieve for both their nerves and for studying their potential opponents, the Colosseum would begin to emit a high pitches whine that would assault the ears of the Champions. While nothing more than slightly annoying it served as an attention grabber, drawing eyes to the broken walls of the Colosseum. A large snap of lightning would then strike close by, loudly breaking the previous sound and serving as just the first of many bolts. Up in the sky, as the White Servant departed the area the skies would become filled with many, many strikes of lightning. Whilst these bolts never neared the ground as the first did they were still disconcerting if not for the thunder they created then for the sheer volume of bolts. Thousands of simultaneous snaps high in the sky, the amount of energy was incredible. The hairs on the heads of the Champions would begin to rise from the sheer static being created by the strikes before in one fell swoop a giant burst of electricity, gigantic in proportion, struck the ground in the distance behind the Colosseum discharging all the built up energy in one fell swoop whilst creating a blinding purple, white light.

A large sonic boom was created in the process and the sands began to kick up as a result but the remains of the Colosseum protected the Champions from the blast. As the winds would settle and the sands would die down before the Champions sat a gargantuan of a woman in a throne of red sand. One foot was almost as large as the Colosseum she sat behind, she could kick it down easily if she wanted to, and her head was high up into the clouds. She made the helmsman of the White Servant look diminutive with her impressive stature, she could pick him up in a single hand as if he were an insect. One could notice she was draped in a flowing white gown and could also somewhat notice she had long blonde hair but she was just too large, any small details were just impossible to notice and her face was pretty much a blur. Such a large woman truly was, a God. The Champions would feel a strange sensation overcome them as this giant appeared. Compelled by supernatural means, or perhaps by the ingrained nature of mankind's reverence itself, they would feel the intense need to prostrate before her and show the utmost of respect.

From her seated position she would speak. "I am Sopuna, Goddess of Governance." Her words would be so loud it would physically pain the Champions and threaten to burst their ear drums but somehow only edge near. Due to this foreseen complication Sopuna would refrain from speaking too much and simply give minor details while speaking a little softer so as not to cause any more pain. "You are gathered here as the Chosen Champions of the Gods of Strength, Battle, After Life, Time, Darkness, Sun, Hunting, and Fertility due to your incredible strengths in the realms of humanity. It is now time for you to put your strength to the test in battle on behalf of your Gods. I, Sopuna, will act as witness to these battles." She would lift her giant hand and before the Champions a stone arch would rise from the ground. Marked with strange hieroglyphs it stood a height of ten meters from the ground at the highest point and had a width of about five.

Within this arch for the briefest of moments stood a man in green robes. He had long blond hair and a sense of completeness surrounded him but just as he was noticed he disappeared behind a haze of blue waves. A vortex of spinning blue appeared inside the arch and swirled uncontrollably within the confines. "This portal will take you to your battlefield and present you with your opponent but be warned. Upon entering you will be unable to return until your opponent has been defeated. You must kill them before you can move on. Once you are ready step through the portal. Take with you what you can. Take with you what you need. You will find no friends from this point forward. You will find only death or glory." Her words were still very loud despite her taking it down a notch but now she had finished speaking. It was time to begin the tournament. As the humans would step through the vortex they would find themselves moving through time and space. Their bodies would temporarily warp but upon reformation on the other side they would find all injuries healed and all fatigue removed. How long had they been travelling? Where were they now? Who are these beings masquerading as Gods truly? Perhaps answers would reveal themselves with victory.

It was time for the Gods to wage war against one another using humans as their weapons. May fortune come to the strong and worthy, and swift death to the weak.

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The spirits reeled in utter horror from the massive goddess. But their presence was somehow soothing, comforting at this time,despite her hatred for them. As entities of pure chaos, they acted as a natural barrier and salve against the emanations of total, utter law coming from the woman. They intentionally or not protected her from the worst of the effects that the others were experiencing.

It was due to that that she was the first to recover enough to cross the magical threshold. Any who could have seen her face as she silently strode to what was almost certainly her inevitable death would witness a look of both grim determination, and deep melancholy. The mint-maned girl never once turned back to gaze upon her competitors, or the goddess who would be their arbiter. It wasn't important. She would fight to her last breath, because that was the deal she struck. But she wasn't going to become attached to seven people she would never see again. Either she would win, and they would all be dead, or she would die, and she would never see anything again.

[x-it]

[The Creator]

Shouta blinked, his ears ringined, wondering if what had just transpired was some lucid dream. The beings that had presented themselves to the champions here were not of this world, but their magnificence, Shouta felt, was but a masquerade. Looking back up at the portal, and behind it, the coliseum, he knew something was not matching up. If these beings were from a different realm and they called themselves Gods simply because they were stronger or more magnificent than the humans of this realm, then one might be able to induce that there were beings even greater than they from a realm even more distant. Besides, any "God" who forced less powerful beings to fight and die for them did not deserve to be respected with the title "God". It was like the dog-fighting pits back in Yu no Kuni.

Shouta stood up, his legs and arms trembling, his pallor pale. He had not brought any water with him, and the desert heat was taking its toll. Listening to the final commands, the death sentence that these beings were giving them, he felt the strong desire to deny them their wish. What would Vadsum do if he denied the request of this tournament? What if the others followed suit? Then perhaps these Gods would learn to fight for themselves.

But, Shouta had not the courage nor the will to do such a thing. He found himself pushing towards the portal with an ill feeling of regret and divine hate.

[Exit]

[Komusō]

From her vantage point, Lee had observed the other combatants, they carelessly revealed their equipment for all to see: a shield, gauntlets, and there was even a character who had been foolish enough to enter the competition with a ‘headband’—although they promptly removed it. All of the equipment gave an insight into the capabilities of her opponents; why would you bring a katana, if you had no intention to use it? The Komusō also endeavoured to note any unique attributes: green hair, etc.

She had remained resoundingly unimpressed throughout the god's speech. Her motives were pure, glory and riches were of no concern to her, instead, she sought to liberate everyone from Saṃsāra, she was, after all, a benevolent priest, a hero of sorts.

[Exit]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

There are moments in your life when you do what you have to, simply because you’re either too scared or too stupid to do anything else. She was no Jedi knight, no master of kung fu unless Goutetsu stands in place in that field criteria. She hadn’t even been in a fight since the Chūnins, and that was more of a pathetic bitch-slap contest with a few stabs here and there and a murder or two. Compliance was the only logical course of action now. She wasn’t going to karate chop her way out of this predicament. After seeing the white robed goliath, she did however manage to discover her voice to swear. "HOLY. FUCKING. CHRIST." She wasn't expecting this, truth be told she was currently having doubts. The Kamyuja female squinted, her ears tingled with burning abuse, and listening to the god's last wishes, the death sentence that these creatures were giving them, her, she felt the capable desire to keep them from securing their solicitations or measures. 'How dare they! What gives them the right?! Who the hell do they think they are? Gods?! More like, Cowards! Why do we battle their fights when they ought to be battling their own?’ obviously, she didn't say anything of this. However, that didn't mean she was outraged. The Kamyuja shook her head. It was of no use. If she somehow ended up dying, and judging by her opposition it was profoundly possible, then she will be haunting their asses. With steps of unhurried development, she left Rosalie's side and approached the portal. One glance back at her surroundings, her reality. She turned and embraced the cold hard truth about the current situation. The light from the entry whirled and sparkled, and the wind, it was pulling at her hair and garments. Vasha felt lighter and lighter, then she sailed up through the air, her feet leaving the floor. Speeding toward the dizzying display of light, she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Then, unsure of what lay on the other side, not even sure she’d live to see it, she was hurled into the vortex, careening though to a different dimension. Exit

[try4]

Before long, the vortex to the tournament grounds appeared. His reason for being here had been simple---to test himself. Madis had found the boy on the hunt, and chose him as next Alpha. As he moved towards the exiting, he noticed a fragile boy, smaller than he and appearing stricken. Where did he hail from?.. Suikou himself had at once vapid skin, from having dwelt in cold caverns in the north of Shimo. He shook it off - Lord Wazaru would be made proud here.

Perhaps here all along was his test.. his master had sent him out into the wilds of the world with purpose. The stoic youth gripped his flame-licked fan as he stepped into the portal..........

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[Runeska]

Gods gods gods everywhere. Concerned more of when the battles would start, Akai glanced about at the competitors. To him, they all amounted to 1 of 2 things. They would either be worthy opponents that'd he'd lament about killing, or cattle waiting for the slaughter. For god's sake... whichever god's realm this fell upon, he hoped for the former. However he'd only lament because he knew if he actually enjoyed his battle today, it'd only be a once in a life time opportunity. What a waste.

But there might be some hope here. There were some cattle prattling along, but it seemed others were scoping out the competition. He could basically feel it. Someone here would give him a worthy challeng no matter how hard he pushed them.  Suddenly his hearing picked up a painful ringing. It didn't cause him to bow but caught his attention. When the newly appearing god... Goddess appeared it set everyone upon there paths, Akai's tune shifted and retreated within the den that was thier mind.

Some mortals aren't quite as bright as the others. The descension in the air. Am I the only one excited to battle to my hearts content. Why, even the Gods are jealous, as their power would end all life should they clash.

Your priorities are skewed. Just because you'd love to sharpen your fangs till they're as red as your eyes doesn't mean everyone can feel your sentiment

Tch. And that is precisely why you are dead weight. Your body is shivering in anticipation. Your very blood is boiling. Your nerves are waiting to burn numb from the ecstasy of bloodlust and combat. This is what we were born and raised to do. To deny it is to deny our very existence.

Enough you two. The priority is the same as always. Survive as one. It just so happens others must die for that today. If it just so happens that someone enjoys it, so be it.  The question is how will we handle this?

Whatever.


A hand clenched. A smile that could only belong to a demon crept to his face as the portals appeared. The now young Akumu glared at all whom were leaving, crimson eyes scanning to his would be opponent. Would they be of his, or rather thier caliber? The only way to find out was to copy the cattle until the battle field appeared. And by that, they departed into the time space vortex


[Exit]

[Natsy]

Portal To Fight It didn’t take long for the majority of the other people to arrive. A few people I sadly recognised. Akivasha and Runeska but thankfully no one spoke to me. I did manage to shoot Akivasha a smile, but it was anything but happy. But when the announcer began speaking, we were all instructed to enter into a portal that would take us all to our designated battleground. My stomach sank, but I knew deep down that my goddess was there to watch over me. But was it going to be worth it all? //Exit to Portal/Arena Post Number: 156 Byakugō no In charges: 33

[Saiyuki]

The rest of the competitors had showed up, one by one. One of them seemed to know the Takikage. He made a note of her in the back of his mind. Then he turned silently observe the others making their way towards the gathering area. What a motley crew this was. But before he could really find out more, a being like none Sai had ever laid his eyes on would emerge from the skies, making her entrance known with a bang.

He wondered why the first god he met happened to be actually human sized, especially compared to all these titans that he was seeing now. No doubt they could alter their appearance as they wished. He supposed this particular god had no inclination or desire to talk to the competitors on a human level.

After her brief announcement, she created the entranceway to which Sai would find himself in another life or death duel. Without a change in expression, he cleared his thoughts, took a breath and walked to his next battlefield.

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