Post by M$ on Feb 16, 2018 5:15:12 GMT -7
1. Standard rules. No attacking first post/state equipment to be used..ect ect.
2. Feel free to add anything to the environment
3. Feel free to join. Open to whoever and whatever
This arena was all too familiar to him. He had fought here many times before, and every victorious battle came at the cost of another's life. Here — there was no respect for any life. It was either kill or be killed, and the fallen were simply thrown to the cages of the deranged beasts that outlined the lowest portion of the arena walls. The stadium itself was a whopping 50x50meters, which would provide both combatants with plenty of mobility to move around should they need to. Stationed throughout the arena itself were a variety of stone pillars, all ranging from ten meters high to twenty meters high, and at least fifteen meters between each, no more than twenty meters apart. Most of the pillars were aligned toward the sides and edges of the arena, but there were a few placed through the more inner portions of the battlefield.
For those who found them specializing in ninjutsu, they would find this battlefield more suited toward them. The ground beneath the fighter's feet was perfect for those who dabbled in the art of doton, and the small patches of grass, small shrubs, and small trees were pefect for the art of Mokuton. The only true element lacking sustenance was that of ice, but with the right techniques the small pond stationed exactly in the middle[25m] of the two contestants could come in handy. This pond wasn't the most luscious body of water, and only had a diameter of about ten meters and was only about ten feet deep, but the water was unusually darker than average, stained by the blood of previous combatants who fell in battle.
Ebony locks flowed in symmetry with his ebony cloak as they both responded to the push of the gentle breeze that flowed through the area. One blade, strapped horizontally across his back, with the hilt sticking out from his left side, was accompanied on the opposite side by an empty ebony sheath. These two blades were his favorite– yes, but he had other weapons fit for the kill. His left arm was equipped with a heavy metal device– a Melody Arm– one of the newest additions to his arsenal. Beneath his cloak lay his assortment of ninja tools: two slots of caltrops[32], two slots of kunai[10], two slots of senbon[114], one slot of throwing stars[15], one slot of explosive tags[80], all placed in Butt bags tucked under his outerwear, one on his left hip and the other on his right.
Of all these weapons, only his twin blades, shuriken, and senbon was coated in a deathly poison that would dwindle down his opponent's health over time by just coming into contact with the target's skin.
On the northern part of the arena, the Uchiha would be perched atop a fifteen meter tall pillar, about five meters from where he entered the arena. In his right hand, he held the longsword previously removed from its' empty sheath courtesy of the last fight. His gaze would travel southward, toward the other entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of who his next kill would be.— blood from his previous victim fell from his blade to the ground below.