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Having already overheard that Genma had been bested by this boss, Haze was already right as rain and ready to give it a go. Anything that was actually able to give Genma a run for his money was already alright in her book. Squaring up with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, she cracks her knuckles through the red mma gloves stuck to her hands. "Going to stay up if I give you my all, right?" Haze replied bombastically to its gaze, to which it pays but a single slow nod. "Good, then I won't hold BACK!" Within a mere instant her feet spread and curl, her fists wind back and become a sharp sapp

The black haired woman Aira rubs the outside of the glass sphere where the canine's skull is contained, bathing her in a purplish black flame as she does. "Only for a moment, they are trying so hard Barghest" the woman sequestered the specter within the globe. That flame grows to consume her, and seems to focus at the ends of her fingertips as they turn black as well as a space on her head and back. Forming into bone like claws and wolf ears, a spine drawn as a set of wolf like tails begin to protrude from her backside. The woman can feel the bestowed power surge through her, the cardinal crea

The pop of a bubble from her lips has it deflate with a *pap*, allowing her to suck it back into her face. "So what's the beef chief?" The woman goads leaning on the nearest living arm rest she could manage. "Is this goblin, just appeared and is challenging players to take him down." HUSH's eyes light up sporting stars, giddy and sporting a smile beyond where most could stretch. "Sound's pretty lit, anyone have any luck yet?" Her line of questioning continues, sending the guy to tilt away from her finding her to be a bit jarring. "Oh come on, give me the down low..." The pitch of her voice be

In her travel gear, not normally one to get wrapped up in all the little side hustles players found themselves stuck in. Grinding wasn't really her bag, nor was all the events and crap that players loved doing. But she wouldn't argue with an easy payday. If this dude goes down, free cash? The woman thought reading the little sign. From her waist she pulls out a small device which unfurls into a small hand held crossbow. The pull of a trigger sees but a singular bolt ring out and glance off the big goblin's dome, leaving just about everything to the imagination. The thing doesn't even seem to n

As even more of their number descended upon but a single solitary foe, even some of their best had yet to deal the lethal blow. Yuyang sat eager and vigilant, seeing the cloth around his hands pulled tight with fervor. That enemy held strong and did not languish even under the mightiest blows, and that fact held even sweeter a taste to which he was becoming more desperate to take a bite. From his seated position, his legs would fling out to his side almost uncomfortably so. Those legs become spun like a top above, ripping him to his feet through sheer momentum and practice. Yuyang folds his ha

Another failed attempt by even the strongest attacks that players could muster. From the rooftops Bran sat upon his perch, his own intrigue building. Attack after attack had passed by unending, so much power released upon this enemy and yet it did not seem to budge or bring it even the slightest harm. From his back a pair of tanto drawn. "This impregnable defense, how true to fact is it?" A simple thought spoken aloud to himself to allow it to stop buzzing angrily behind his cool grey eyes. "Or is it fiction?" Bran melds into the shadows, easily slipping closer without being noticed. The man w

"Well fuck," Mari immediately straightened, stilling - then exhaled when she had to once again, remind herself she wasn't among people who were ready to stab her in the back. Probably - at least not with a knife, or weapon. A small glance to Sin, maybe. Sin seemed like the type to like that sort of thing. Just something about the way she was constantly pawing at her - the compliments. Mari was partly a little thankful Oscar hadn't said anything further about their trysts. Not that she cared what people knew but... it just didn't seem right to oust something like that in the open like thi

A scattering of weapons in her inventory, a list almost impossibly big as she continues to scroll. "Guess this one will do, some of these need repairs." Hanma taps one and a fat fuller broadsword appears out of the air. Half of her gear was destroyed by all that fuckery with Yuyang. It wasn't until things came to a head that motivations changed. Bygones were buried and yet still they held respect for one another after their cat and mouse game that had lasted a couple months. Yuyang was strong but Hanma was cunning. A lift of the rope as she'd slide inside, the blade is flicked and unfurls into

"How very fun, A jolly good show Genma. Really showed them how its done~" Tybalt expressed in his wild and manic speech, causing Genma to fire a glare sinister enough to convey he was about to decapitate the clown. "It was only a jest, I am sure you tried your best." The magician folds at the waist and removes his hat. "It seems it is now my time, lets see if I will shine~" The hatter popped the cap back on his dome, leaping quite quickly to make the ring his new home. A lift of his arms, to reveal his sleeves and show there was nothing up them. But within mere moments produced a fan of cards

After Rosaria had her little attempt, Genma couldn't help but chuckle beneath his breath. The woman had already been a pathetic flower, unable to do anything with her own two hands. The huge goblin was almost matched in stature as Genma slid into the ring, pulling out a headsman's axe that had beheaded many of player. "Wonder if I'll leave a dent." He spoke rubbing his thumb on its polished silver edge, running it on his tongue after its sliced open. His massive paws wrap the handle tightly, pulling it high above his right shoulder. A whirling swing matched with a sharp ramp to close the gap d

A somber shove from the players she was wishing to ensnare, encouraging her to get up on stage and give it a go. In the back of her mind she was spitting fire, annoyed that she was being asked to lift a finger. But outwardly it was all smiles and honey. "I suppose I can give it a try." She spoke softly with a wink to one. Lifting her hand to have one of them help her up, she slides into the ring lifting that long black pike of hers out in front. It wasn't often she even used it, leaving most of the grunt work to her supporters and followers. The weapon illuminates in a pastel reddish pink, and

A cold and calculated man not normally suited for such a lack of cloud coverage. His pale white complexion and hair oozed past his armor, and as he walked a smaller sickle sharp like a scalpel is produced from his side. "I find you, perplexing, intriguing, and filled with potential." Hiroshi spoke in a wily chipper recount, the smallest tinge of joy on that tone. The good doctor wanted to know more and sate his rising curiosity. It wasn't often that such a prime subject was made available to the masses, and would be so willing to be experimented on. It was so good a lure it was drawing out all

A chilled demeanor as she ushers past the gaggle of neanderthals that rim the ring, causing some to double back and notice her marker before taking a step away. Without a word she steps into the ring, turning around abruptly causing her long white ponytail to sway. Her right hand lowers as frost gathers from her palm. From it grows a long point of ice, an icicle sprouting from the palm of her hand. The truth was the secret to this things defense, its durability or its power if harnessed could prove to be just the trinket the group needed. If it would be so kind as to die. A lift of that produc

Not at all welcome in these parts, but the commotion worked to really muddy the waters. The cigarette in his mouth droops as he sets his sights on some giant fucking green thing towering over most of the other players. Dreary eyes flicker with energy as he cups his mouth and draws deep. "This fucking game gets so weird at times." He remarks pulling the cigarette from his mouth and flicking off newly formed ash, exhaling a stream of smoke as he does. But the inkling scratching in the back of his head had peaked his curiosity, of reports that had commented loosely about dreams that he didn't pay

Blended in with a crowd that had happened to begin to form up, the odd spectacle had drawn all sorts. Dawned in the appearance of one of the many NPC that frequented the floor, it was quite simple to remain unseen. The test of strength that seemed to be underway had left many of questions, and the sheer immortality of the enemy in it brought even further questions. It brought his own research into question, bringing just how big of a ploy that the system intended to play upon its masses. A sentiment that needed answers, but he could not stick around to perceive the results. A flick of his arm

A large man in his own right, having freshly beat random boars and other things a lot less alive to death with his body overheard the cries of a crowd gathering around a ring. Interested in what he saw as he towered over most, The Razor would help himself past the crowd of onlookers without giving them much in the way of concern. He'd slide cleanly into the ring and look blatantly at Gob Gob, thrusting a plated hand forward before glancing around to the audience. "THE RAZOR ENJOYS YOUR TEMPLE THE GOB GOB, FOR IT IS CHISELED AND PRISTINE LIKE THE RAZORS. BUT YOUR REIGN OF TERROR WILL BE ENDED B

Such a large crowd, is there some sort of performance? The thought raced through Candice's head. The girl was already on her way to a venue to practice, and this just happened to be where she normally stayed. The guitar just recently refurbished held in her clutches, she couldn't help but be a little nosy and see what all the commotion was about. As a cat girl bounces off the ropes and clears straight over her head, the thing tucks and rolls before skipping on on all fours. The game really was littered with all sorts of people, however strange. A tilt back and forth to get a visual shows that

Hopping up rather easily into the ring, bouncing off one player and off the head of another like stepping stones. She lands in a slide on all fours, overtly and obviously eager to give this a go. "Nyah~" Lucia squirrels out in a chirp wiggling her butt as if ready to pounce, looking for the green light from Gob Gob before she would. The titan cannot help but chuckle at the absurdity for but a single moment, as members of the crowd turn to look at one another in disbelief where one unfortunate girl turns beet red. Gob Gob extends his invitation with a slow pull of his shades down, causing Majin

With all these bodies lingering around Jibae couldn't help but find herself intrigued. Her morning errands had already been handled, what amounted to grocery shopping at the towns many stalls. If that was what her proprietor wanted to accomplish then she'd oblige, given she was getting paid quite well to do it. Reaching into her hair, she'd pinch the gold hairpin that held it into its tightly woven bun. "Promise of wealth if you are defeated, to all that participate?" Jibae expressed coldly, as she walked up the side stairs toward one of its corners. Inside in all her maid glory, the players a

Her arms crossed as she looked up at the damn princess looking for approval from everyone around. "Must hurt being so bubbly all the time." Illi muttered beneath her breath, waiting for the blonde to get the hell out of the ring and let someone else have a chance. Having found some simps to make friendly with, Illi had her chance. A flicker of dark red has her weapon ooze from the ground, a long scythe almost too large to swing. The shaft is used to have her spring in leaving a black trail as she becomes opaque and malleable. Seeming to pass through spaces too small for any of it. Landing on t

Lynn couldn't help but overhear the guy hooting and hollering like a total jerk, at the festivities and what was supposed to be just a good time. "Jeez, Lighten up a little." She remarked blindly, catching a stray glare as the dude wandered away. Now that she had her chance to give it a go, she considered this an opportunity to strut her stuff. After all, these last couple days of really hitting the ground running had given her plenty to work with. Her gold bracelet on her left arm is revealed as she lifts it, and from the palm side she draws a long knife from that metal like a sheathe. A slig