So Zulu is out Reaver is in. There's 2 Reavers one by Allegiance one by DC
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@darkchild: @allegiance: Zulu giggled in delight at the carnage she had brought down. Soldiers influenced to work along the VV were now being burned alive in raging embers. Matters only grew worse as the battle toppled trees in its wake. However in its insanity an opening was made on the lunatic of the lands. Blinded by smoke and embers she couldn't really see all to well and that's when a thirty ton blow landed on her jaw. Zulu's odd bones made them comically and stupidly hard to break but that didn't spare her from the impacts force. Blood splattered from her mouth and nose as the lunatic flew through a tree. A visible hole left in the wood, as the psychopath got to her feet. With a acrobatic jumping aerial kick amplified by lightning the insane woman knocked the tree over seeking to have it fall on the flag guy. At this time the shield was bouncing in the trees making her think she had an opening. In a flash of violet and green light she teleported to the mans right flank. Then the portal she had used launched a barrage of throwing stars before it's close. Zulu wanting to make the man a pin cushion.
Following this she leaped up wanting to come down in another saw ring blade attack. This was cut short however as the aerodynamic shield impacted with the dreadlocked crazy. She bounced around for at least a minute from the shields moves. Blood rained down in a frightening amount spelling quite visibly 'conundrum'. Battered from the barrage and just about to come down Zulu was then caught in the explosion. Malevolent conflict beyond resulted in a monstrous explosion that decimated the landscape. Already airborne Zulu was hit and sent far from the combat zone yelling "I can fly!" The words trailing off in the distance.
But the war for the child was far from over.
Deep in a swampy part of the island a body grew from a skeleton of another. Long sense dead the corpse was now for Natasha to use as a vessel. It was only after the cataclysmic explosion washed over in fire that she stood. Reborn in death and fire and as the fire and steam circled her she began to walk. Surrounded by carnage the red headed damnation of hell severed her finger and tossed it into a portal. In but a second the wound had healed.
With hair flowing green eyes glowing and glossy back armor she stepped towards the hero of the American people. "The name is Reaver and what I crave is your soul. So tell me want to play?"
Meanwhile from the single joint of a finger Reaver grew in a second. This Reaver stood before Daemon Lilith and the child. "Awww my new family how are you?" Her voice a strange mix of sincerity amusement and sultry nature. The daughter of death feeling oh so comfortable in the escalating conflict.
@pyrogram: that's not my problem >.> unless you go get the Victories on your side or call in spiders again(I still plan to revamp Noir just a matter of time) in which case then it might be my concern xD
Granted DecayingRose will be filling in Razors shoes for a brief while. Pyro gets to send Raz off to jail or whatever else he wants(minus killing her lol)
Also kick ass post
“No. No. NoNoNONONONONONONONONONONONONOOO! Damn it you stupid fckn brats! Ugh” The wild green haired demoness remarked in evident frustration. “Sorry guys its just” sighs “you didn’t play my game at all! I mean you just walked in here as a seemingly complete group. I want you know excitement and a gripping sense of rivalries. Yet you….you just became all buddy buddy and sht. And to make it worse you picked the worse arena. This ones all old and ugly, could of gone to a place inspired by the circle of hell dedicated to traitors, NOW THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN COOL! But no you came in here. ”Could you guys please clean it up some?”
With that the golems of earth and stone lashed out with a frantic and ferocious demeanor. They towered over the children and the demonic nature of them made them excessively hostile. Of course Reaver felt confident the heroics would prevail over such clumsy beasts. Still the artistic performance of violence was endearing for the devils gamer. Her giddy laughter would echo as she observed the talents of the numerous teenagers. There was a golem for each of them. A few minutes passed as each tackled their fight in their own way. Reaver jumping down to meet the group again face to face.
“FINE ok tell ya what all ye gota do is kill one of ya. If one of you dies I’ll let the rest go home. Honestly you people suck I wanted a heroic best killing friend, instead I got you noble losers.”
Dragonfang having had cleaved her way through the golem with ease stepped up. The woman despite her injuries showed no signs of pain. Obviously the fierce warrior was willing to take the damage to which Reaver objected profoundly, The Nova Scythe, a large grim reaper like sickle she loved was brought to bear before slamming into Fang’s chest. Spinning with an over theatric spin she hurled the Dragon influenced knight into a near by wall. The sound of crunching bone rang out as it happened as well. “Not you, you suck what with your lack of fealin pain. Also witnesses of my evil act I am sorry you had to see that. Its just she’s not good for business ye know.”
“Now end one of ya I send you peeps home! If however sigh if you refuse we are gona have a problem.”
@armistice: LOL Az's steps are too off beat to dance with us. Looks like DC and Closure are getting in on it though.
I could reply but your repetitive jabs aren't worth it. You 'dance' the same dance every time. You bore me
Plenty jumped in not a lot seemed to stick around. My unpredicted apsense only made that worse. Never the less there was one person who stuck it through and who I felt delivered impeccable work time and time again. And so after surviving three rounds the winner of the VINE HELL CHAMPIONSHIP is JAGERJAQUEZ. I want to thank everyone particularly her for playing. Im sorry I couldn’t make this flashy and extra special <3
The pair entered the first stadium of the island; a winner was going to be decided here though the manic fem fatal didn’t say that would be the case. The first stadium was a representation of Limbo the first circle of hell. The stadium was large enough to accommodate at least a million demons. Within the stage itself was various souls flickering in and out of visibility with a translucent glow. These souls were based on those who didn’t act necessarily ‘sinful’ but never converted to a valid belief. Soldier, scientists, children, essentially plain atheists inhabited this stage. These spectral beings all reacted differently at the sight of Reaver and of the other mortal. Some ghosts backed away in fear, other’s looked ready to attack her, to try and take over the contestant’s body. Some begged for some notion of salvation others in aged madness just giggled like lunatics.
As for the stadium itself it was a primarily white and porcelain floor. A beautiful piece of architecture from an initial glance. The walls as well were of porcelain beauty intricate and alluring to the eye. Designs engraved in the walls and seats that told of mighty heroes and wicked tyrants. The room’s beauty was only set off by the pulsing veins that occasionally seemed to break the laws of reality and raise the tiled floors or solid walls. As if the veins of a pulsing beast, and who was to say these walls were not in fact a cage to such an ethereal fiend? These numerous veins that danced along the walls floor and ceiling gave the room a mysterious violet color a mix of soothing and malevolence.
“Anya Jaegerjaquez it would seem that the rest of the contestants have managed to get lost along the way. Maybe your moves scarred them off like the cowards they are. Some you bested some others bested and I think few ran with tails behind their legs. Now of course we could put you in another round. We could raise the stakes in a DUAL TO THE DEATH. The reward would be three wishes of almost anything you could want and this would mean also less chance of an evil backfire to the wish. Don’t get me wrong I love you I do but I have a reputation you know.” She smiled the warmest of smiles with the most pleading friendly puppy eyes.
“However never the less Anya you are the victor. I am sorry the people couldn’t give you better fights and greater triumphs. However a win is a win and the prize is all yours. So take this belt and make your wish. Unless of course you want a round against the other champion? No pressure though we totally understand either decision.” A large dragon could be seen materializing from the roof and floating down. Her large frame covered half the stadium and her very presence emulated of heat. Her scales danced changing colors like ripples in the sea. “That’s my mom she’ll make your wish a reality and then teleport you home.”
(I dont have a cool trophy belt pick >.> also dont think you'll use Felicia as a look lol but it worked well for the page)