[Round 1] Retane & Victor vs Broly & Amber

[Karl Jak]

Retane scowled.  He recognized the arena, even if this one was a little smaller than the platforms he had used during his participation in that fight league.  He clenched a fist as he remembered winning the opening tournament only to lose his first title defense.
 
“Accursed cyborg.”
 
“They’re robots?” Victor asked, indirectly shaking the namekian from his haze.
 
“It’s nothing,” Retane replied as he pointed toward the young girl and the massive, golden-haired warrior. “Just like those two.”
 
The assassin smiled before the crackling hiss of feedback pulled four sets of eyes up to the air above them.
 
“Welcome, Everyone.”  Karl Jak declared through the PA system.  “This is Round 1, where the stakes aren’t awfully terrible, but that’s not gonna stop a single person from blowing it all.”
 
The nearby gong sounded by itself.
 
“Try not to break the place too much,” Karl added.
 

Word Limit: 850
Posts: 2
Time Limit: 48 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: Off
 
Time limit starts at 8 am CDT
 
Fight Area description is available in the Fight Area Reveals thread and the Round 1 Discussion thread.

[Retane]

The Emerald Fiend reached up to his neck and unclasped his cloak, letting it fall to the ground behind him. There was a slight tingle upon his shoulder as the small symbiote dug in, sending a surge of power throughout the Namekian's body. His aura began to kick up, showing a reddish tint and darkening with each passing second. A hunger started up in his abdomen and began to engulf his soul. It was a simple desire, but a strong one. It was a desire to punish.

The Horsemen collapsed to a knee, shooting a challenging glance at the assassin for him to keep quiet. Retane's gaze turned back to his opponents, a low growl starting in his throat and getting louder. Deep in his mind, he remembered his dream and thought about his children. They were watching and counting on him. All eyes were on him actually, and he was the Leader of The Horsemen and it was about time everyone knew it. It's what 'he' would have wanted.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The growl had turned into what sounded like a near painful yell. As he tapped into his heritage like he had done so long ago, his aura started to grow bigger, and a dark green hue began to mix with the crimson aura that already encompassed him. He had something to protect, just like before, but, this time it wasn't just a person. His corded muscles flexed as he accepted who he was and what he was supposed to be.

The mercenary's cry subsided and he stood up panting from the pain he had endured, his gaze glancing into the eyes of both his foes. They both had the eyes of experience, but he wondered if they had ever fought against a Super Namekian infused with the power of an orgosynth from Project Malefactor?

"Get Ready." They were the only words he sent to Victor, as The Emerald Fiend dashed forward towards the Super Saiyan, leaving a trail of crimson and dark green in his wake. He stopped just short of the Golden Warrior, who hardly had any time to react. Retane sneered as he lifted both fists in front of Broly and extended his middle fingers. The Saiyan returned the glare but his face turned to surprise as the Namek planted his gut into his adversary’s gut. Not wasting time, The Horsemen twisted his body around to catch the neck of his target between his green and pink arm and shoulder, and with a huge burst of speed, ass planted himself deep into the marble stone, bringing Broly's neck with him.

The Golden-haired warrior snapped to attention before falling to his backside, possibly dazed. The Super Namek was back on his feet and focusing on his next target. She was already on the defensive. He could tell by her stance, most of her weight on her back foot. His throat let out a glutaral growl as he sped towards her, jumping in the air and then rocketed towards her with a fist. he thought about Naturae at that moment and realized she was watching. Still, this was Dante's Abyss, and anyone brave enough to attempt, put their own life and body on the line.

Today would be a learning experience.

The green fist collided with the orange haired woman as Retane bellowed, "SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

It was more of a glancing blow, still enough to send her to the stone, and bounce out of the way of the full weight of the fist, as nearly a quarter of the arena collapsed into rubble beneath the attack. As the debris surrounded him, Retane inhaled the smell of destruction and took to the air again. He collapsed with the unseen dome with little more than an 'oomph'. The female had rolled in the direction of Victor who seemed too eager of all this. Retane extended his arms at the long-haired blonde, and after a few seconds called out, "Hellfire Cannon!"

A huge burst of energy erupted almost like a shotgun, the tailed orbs fired in the direction of Broly and the segment of the arena he was in. Dust kicked up and he was unable to see the aftermath of hit all, but quickly turned to see that Victor had mounted the orange haired girl and was going to pierce her heart with a dagger. Retane sent a message to the assassin, causing him to halt. This was an arena you couldn't kill in. You had to beat them until they couldn't move an or through them out of the arena.

Retane was no slouch to Dante's Abyss, nor was a rookie at this type of tournament. He wasn't even surprised when he saw the Super Saiyan stagger across the floor and send a daring look up at the Namek. Retane could only grin as the Brave Sword, the Symbol of The Horsemen appeared on his back, and with a quick move, he slung it towards the ground, letting it plant in the center of the remaining two quadrants of the arena that was still intact.

Used Malefactor(2 SP for entire Round.. and ill keep it activated through entire fight.... =P)
Used T2 Power up SUPER NAMEK (2 SP)

[Karl Jak]

"Hey, Karl."

Karl Jak grated his teeth and glanced over his shoulder to see the tech from Area 4 waving her hand at him.

"Yes, Claudia?" Karl asked after a sip from his container of laced coffee. When she flagged him over, he nodded his head and sauntered over to her station. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Platform 4 broke."

The producer scowled. "You mean the 'I designed these old school arena to force primes to punch each other into unconsciousness before dumping them off a quasi-indestructible stone platform' area is broken? The thing I specifically designed to not break?"

Claudia chewed on her lower lip and waited for Karl to smooth out his hair, which have come a bit unfurled. "Platform 4's one of the recycles. It never went through the treatment process, remember? It was supposed to be Platform 22 before the old Platform 4 fell in the ocean?"

Karl scowled as he looked through the feed. "Every year it's something." Glancing across the panel, he found the comm switch and mashed it with his thumb. "Hi there, everyone," he said cheerfully. "Your fight is now a last team standing contest, because your indestructible platform is obviously defective, laugh out loud. Good luuuuck."

Malefactor rolled a '3' / (now a DC14)

This has rest the timer for this fight.

[Broly]

Amber staggered backward from the strike, her feet sliding along what was left of the arena floor. The Legendary Super Saiyan uncrossed his arms and blew dust from his mouth as the blast dissipated. Straightening his posture his eyes darted from the Namek, to the human wielding a knife aimed at his partner. His gaze met with Amber’s and she nodded, back pedaling away from Victor. Using her heels and powerful thigh muscles to kick up the tile slabs she hurled each one at varying heights in the direction of Retane and, before his eyes, Broly was jumping from one to one up to meet him.

Green fucking pile. Namekians were always shit.

With one last push from his right leg Broly was upon Retane, his right-hand closing around the Namekian’s throat. Wrenching his arm back just as gravity began take over the blonde full-blood threw the false horseman of apocalypse to the arena floor. One final spinning tile met Broly’s boots and as he fell to the ground he slid towards Victor in the middle of trying to cease Amber’s attempts at assisting her partner. Kicking the loose tile up like a skateboard Broly reared back and planted a punch to the center of the ceramic tile smashing it against the assassin’s face and piercing through, sending him sliding back across the arena.

The blonde Saiyan casually made his way back to Amber. Exchanging a fist bump they both grinned. “Handle the green ego train. Rip his throat out. I’ll handle the knife wielding pussy.”

With a simultaneous nod the duo both sprinted off towards their designated target. Broly had yet to show his aura or even begin to tap into anything his body could do. Victor was already back on his feet, wiping the blood from his nose where the Saiyan had smacked him square in the face with an arena tile fueld punch. Feinting left he watched as the seven-foot-tall full-blooded warrior slid by him, lifting his right leg to avoid a leg sweep. Drawing both daggers, a grin crept across the face of the New Babylon assassin as he dodged backward to avoid a left cross, his left dagger rotating upward to cut into Broly’s arm. Ignoring the steel scraping across his skin the Saiyan Anomaly took hold of Wolfe’s other dagger with his hand, blood running between his fingers. Pulling the assassin’s close he drove his forehead downward knocking the New Babylon soldier to his ass. Keeping with the momentum Victor rolled backward over his head and returned to his feet, pushing his remaining dagger forward sinking it into Broly’s waist above his left leg.

The golden warrior met Victor’s gaze, the assassin expecting the fact that his knife was buried into the Saiyan’s upper thigh to register anything, but Broly did not care. Taking Wolfe by the neck he lifted the short man up to eye level and ripped out of his dagger, tossing it to the side where it slid across the arena floor.

“Worthless.” With a blinding flash of golden energy Broly’s aura erupted into existence around his body. 

With a roar of hatred for this petty fight the Saiyan choke slammed Victor into the section of arena that remained, cratering his body into the tile. It was about that time when Glendale noticed the smirk forming on Wolfe’s face, even as the Super Saiyan had a grip on his neck. The second dagger had been slammed into Broly’s left collar bone on the way down, crimson liquid running down his chest. With a swift grunt the Legendary Super Saiyan took hold of the assassin’s leg and ripped him from the ground, tossing him toward the opposite end of the arena, watch the fight between Retane and Amber escalate out of his periphery. Victor was no slouch. On his way across the ruined fighting area he took hold of his previously discarded dagger and planted his feet to the invisible barrier, springing himself back towards his Super Saiyan adversary. Dropping into a stance Broly readied himself, the knife still buried in his shoulder. Leading with his right side he swung hard with a haymaker which Victor took advantage of and ran his blade across Broly’s arm, but in response the Super Saiyan balanced to one foot and planted a firm kick to Wolfe’s chest launching him away and into the invisible barrier. As he slid to his butt, his second dagger slammed into the barrier just above his head and fell harmlessly to his feet.

Once again, Broly dropped into a stance, but before he could continue his assault his partner had fallen beside him. Sliding back on her feet she growled in frustration seeing how Retane could sustain flight.

“No problem.” The Super Saiyan said grabbing hold of Amber’s clothing and wrapping it tight to her body.

With a thunderous flash of his golden aura Broly wound up and threw Amber directly into the path of the floating Retane to which Amber sank her claws and once again they continued their scuffle.

Retane and Victor have been John Cena'd -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgUB3lF9IQA

Also this: https://youtu.be/Yw8nficUYBs?t=2m6s

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[Victor Wolfe]

A hand to his head, Victor shook as he got to his feet, using his free hand to steady himself. Turning his head to crack his neck, the assassin surprised both of his opponents with a chuckle. Whilst the advertisement for steroids and overcompensating swordswomen stared at the crazed assassin, Victor casually stretched out his arms, making sure that nothing was to banged up.


"You know, you call me a pussy, but you are the one in a blind rage with blood dripping down your leg right now. Also you are only the third in the most handsome blonde men I have met in the verses so far, and you hit the lightest of the three" With a sassy smirk, Victor allowed the Golden-haired warrior to rush forward. The assassin awaited poised then he leapt to the side, just about avoiding the swings of the mass of muscle trying to turn him to pulp.


There was a method to his madness as whilst Victor continued to taunt Broly, he was hoping that Big Green would still be listening in on his mind, because seeing all the rubble around the arena had given the tactician a plan. Not willing to wait for an answer, Victor visualized the basics of the plan he had in mind, hoping that his partner would get the memo.


The distraction from sending the message caused Victor to stumble, and a piece of the rubble from his partner's attack caused him to fall backwards. Broly grinned sadistically as his fist found its way into the New Babylonians ribs. With a gasp, the assassin rolled backwards, halting his momentum at the last minute and managed to land on his knees.


Placing a hand to his rib, Victor coughed and crimson blood spilled from his mouth to the white floor. His eyes darted sideways to his partner, who was now facing the orange haired girl, almost back to back with the assassin. Apparently, he had been stronger and far more durable than anyone in the fight had given him credit for.


"That was a good one, almost felt it, next time maybe give it your A-game,” the assassin chuckled to his partner, “you might even get an invite to come work for the one true King of the Dunes!" As Victor proclaimed, his confident facade partially broke by the trail of blood dripping from his mouth, down to his cloak. Getting to his feet once again, the assassin took one more step back as the final piece of his plan fell into place.


"You talk too much for a pussy." the Super Saiyan stated gruffly, clearly confident that he had laid the smackdown on the assassin. The girl was getting ready to pounce and the Saiyan posturing to charge, appearing confident that this fight was just about over.


"Well to be fair, I do talk a lot when I am luring idiots into a trap!" Victor grinned and the namekian behind him ducked. Victor quickly smashed his daggers together, causing a flash of blinding red and blue light. Broly and Amber reached for their eyes as they tried to regain their vision, while Victor and Retane were already moving onto the next step of their plan.


The Namekian moved behind the Super Saiyan, wrapping his arms around his waist and arms, restraining the muscle man. With Broly unable to escape Greenies grasp and making sure that Amber was still trying to get her vision back, Victor took a few steps back and a wicked grin crossed his face. He then rushed forward with a burst of speed and leapt into the air, his knee raising only to fall, smashing into Broly's jaw with a satisfying crunch.


A loud smash filled the arena as the momentum from Victor's knee allowed his partner to lift Broly, throwing him back and crashing the blonds head into a large piece of rubble. Victor rolled forward, once again grabbing his rib as pain shot through his lungs. Other than the probably broken rib, everything seemed to go as planned, even the roid machine wasn't getting up right away after that. Retane was quick to his feet as always, clearly wanting to get back at Amber, and Victor was happy to oblige.


"Well, whilst you go and knock out the girl, I think I am going to play the game where I see just how many cuts it takes until Mr Jak decides this fight should be stopped!" Victor gave sadistic smile as his partner went back to face off with the girl.


"Now, Mr Broly, I am going to have my own kind of fun!" the lord of Nippur chuckled as he planted his knee to Brolly’s abs. If there was ever a better time to test out the little trick he had been developing in his mind, Victor wasn't willing to waste it. His eyes seemed to glow even more intensely as he focused all of sadism and lust into his gaze.


“I wonder just how soft I can turn this helpless victim’s skin.”

Victor recovered, set a trap using Rets ability to read his mind, and then Gem Flashed, blinding both Amber and Broly. 

Broly then got Kenny Omega'd and Brock Lesner'd at the same time.

Ret is now going to fight Amber 

Vic is using his t2 Super Utility to drop Brolys defence down to zero. since Broly is the only one with defence of the team. This will last a round.

Smoldering Gaze used.
3/5 sp left

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[Amber Veritz]

The ex-faunus shielded her eyes as soon as the flash became too much to bear. However, the instant exposure to such a luminous utility had basically burnt her retina and rendered her blind momentarily. The girl gritted her teeth. She had hoped to not use her trump card so early in this tournament, she wanted to keep some secrets for the fights coming. Unfortunately, with the current situation unfolding against their favor, Amber was left with no choice: It was time to activate her semblance and tear the pickle-man a new asshole.

Just as her vision came back, she could see the namekian suplex Broly into a large piece of the broken stone. Fury in her bones crawled up her spine and back down into her heart. She recalled the essence she was gifted to by the witch of the Tangled Green, summoned the balm, and downed it as quickly as possible. It was time to show these push-offs what true power was - Power of the heart.

“Don’t think it’s over yet!” Her voice bellowed around a charging pink aura, distorting the sound around her body with static electric flashes and a furious wind forming around her. The focused and serious expression mounted her face as she sheathe her weapon for the moment at her back. Retane had turned his attention back to the huntress, with a slight grin he approached.

“A stupid power-up isn’t going to do you much here, girl.” He said as he charged her with supersonic speed. The horseman raised his fist to send her flying like he had in the start of their match. Amber didn’t even flinch this time. Instead, she charged forward. Her fist dug into the stomach of the namekian, who was completely caught off guard at her change in power. The rush didn’t stop with a single punch, though, she followed through with combo to his gut, causing him to cough up some spit. The final blow to his chest sent him sliding back, even with his guard up. As soon as he slid to a stop, he was ready to return fire. Retane lowered his arms to see Amber already in front of him again. He slid out of the way of one of her punches and attempted to return what had been given to him, but even though she was slower than him even still, she was able to move out of the way. She drew her arms under the pickle-man’s shoulder, wrapping them over his armpit and neck. With a mighty heave forward, he was brought to the ground, his head dug into the arena floor.

The legendary super saiyan, watched his partner’s enemy receive the punishment he had, refueling his resolve to take down Victor. His huge fists reached for a target, and even if the flimsy bastard could dodge, there was only so many ways to dodge before you get hit somewhere. A solid blow to the assassins ribs connected, winding him momentarily. Broly rose his fist to connect with his jaw, but stopped as a much more slim fist delivered the punch. Victor went flying.

“This fight isn’t over yet. Play defensive against cloak-and-dagger and I’ll show the human-watermelon a world of hurt.” The term ‘human-watermelon’ made Broly burst into a hearty chuckle.

“You got it girl, after that display, you’ve earned my respect.” He responded, laughing through his words. His laugh was cut off when Amber pushed him away from her, a few meters in fact.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A WATERMELON YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT!?” The golden orbs blazed towards the girl, she ran around his blasts of energy. Her breath drew heavy. She knew that using her extreme speed could easily wear her out, but it was her only hope to end this fight in their favor. A true hero can overcome anything their opposers dished out. A hero can always find a way out of tight spot, that’s why the hero always wins. Amber’s heart burned with a raging fire: She would be a hero one day. Overcoming an obstacle like this was just another challenge, one she would hurdle over and conquer.

She continued to push her speed capabilities to the test, rushing towards the namekian whom she noticed was unable to move while using that ability. The barrage continued even as she inched in, but just as she got close, it stopped and Retane rushed her. His fist planted into her ribcage, sending her skidding back on her heels. She coughed momentarily, not removing her eyes from her adversary. Her arm wiped the spit from her lip and she took her defensive stance again. The rage fueled horseman rushed in again and just as he got close, she stepped back and drew her sword in a quick motion. It extended to it’s long form and slashed the namekian across his arm, which would have been his chest if his reflexes weren’t as keen as Amber’s. Her serious expression stamped on her face, she raised her sword.

“Bring it.”

Amber used Muscle Aura, and drank her Will-o-Wisp Balm, increasing her stats to a total of 8/3/7/6. They will both be active for the rest of the fight.

Amber used Kamisoritoge’s long form and her burst movement to keep up with Retane. It is starting to wear her down slightly.

Retane used Scatter Shot.

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Amber SP: 4/6

[Retane]

The fresh blood that stained the inside of the barrier sent the Namekian's adrenaline pumping. Combine that with the toxins from the orgosynth, and Retane was a predator at the prime of his game. His foe held her ground, ready for his next attack, or she was possibly planning hers, he couldn't tell. Deep down, he felt that she was studying him, just as he was doing the same with her. He glanced down at his left arm, blood pouring from his bicep, and watched it stain the remaining tiled structure that the stood on.

The Horsemen leapt back, putting space in between him and his foe. The katana wielder gave a look of concern, possibly questioning his tactic. Retane grinned as he latched his hand around the hilt of Tapion's sword, pulling it out of the stone marble, and his visage revealed a grin, as he charged, placing his bloody fist upon the bottom half of the Brave Sword.

Steel connected with steel and sparks flew with each swing and response, as the two attacked and parried, trying to counter the other. Retane knew he was outclassed in swordsmanship, but continued his endeavor, watching the moves and facial expressions of his prey. It wasn't long before her eyes told that she had the upper hand and with a few more strokes he feigned, a death plunge into the chest with a loud roar. She knocked the Symbol of The Horsemen wide and followed through with a strong swing that was sure to cut the Namekian in half. But he wasn't there.

"Sure, stupid! Look at them when you got to deal with me," was all the Leader of The Horsemen heard as he felt the excitement from his partner.

The orange-haired strategist turned for a moment at the statement, but turned back to her skyward opponent, only to see the Brave Sword come down at her. Quickly, using her wits and reflexes to dodge the attack, she let it sink back into the arena floor. Before she could do anything else, the Emerald Fiend was behind her, his blood-soaked hand covering her mouth, as his violet life force started to drizzle down her chin. His free hand slashed at her wrists. She dropped the trick-blade, and Retane attempted to bearhug her small frame with a single hand.

"Does that taste like watermelon to you", he whispered, knowing some of his blood was going down her throat. She squirmed, trying to get free but, The Horsemen's claws dug in at her flesh, his nails trying to get a grip on her ribs, or even dig deeper.

This was the Abyss, where only the strong prevailed. Those with pure intentions quickly became impure. People that had friends, soon saw them to be enemies. There was no honor once you entered. It was only a game that you played and tried to survive. But were you better for it?

The Leader of The Horsemen didn't care anymore. He had been down this path many times and was sure this one was going to go down the same way. Retane had seen the same look in so many eyes, perhaps even had the look himself at one time. But, there was no honor when you entered the Abyss. It was everyone for themselves. In the end, there could only be one, and his victim needed to know that. Deep down, he wanted her to suffer as his friend did, last time he entered the Abyss. If Jack's innocence died in the Abyss, then so should her hope.

Amber was no slouch and was quick to sink her teeth into green one's palm, digging deep into his flesh. Before the Emerald Warrior could let out a growl she was already sweeping his leg from underneath and slinging him head over heels across the half-assed platform. Retane's body hit the marble and skipped a few times before he rolled to a stop. Knowing his foe would be upon in any moment, the veteran of the Abyss kip-upped to a standing position, just in time to side step a downward slash of the slender blade.

"Actually, it tasted a bit sour," she spat, sending a mouth full of his own blood into his own face. "Maybe if you added a bit of salt!"

The Namekian recognized the double entendre as he wiped his own fluids from his eyes. His would-be growl of anger was cut short and quickly turned into a roar of pain and anguish as his forearm and chest met a downwards slash, his flesh separating like butter. Had he not been backstepping the entire time, Retane could only imagine what the blade would've done if it had been able to dig even further. A green orb of energy formed in his hand, and he quickly loosed it into the smooth surface where Amber’s would be in her next step would take her. Using the momentary set back as a distraction, the Emerald Fiend leapt back, putting space in between himself and his foe so that he could assess the current situation.

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Retane used his last 2 SP to Continue using Malefactor for rest of Round

By Karl Jak
Malefactor rolled a '6', now a DC13

[Broly]

“Helpless victim.”

A sinister smile crept along Broly’s face as he turned his palms upward and beckoned the knife wielding assassin before him. What the Saiyan could figure is that whatever stupid ability his opponent had used, was now the reason his energy reserve had been drastically reduced.

“Untrained Super Saiyan. What a trip down memory lane.”

“Let’s see how it feels to be 22 again!” The Legendary Saiyan roared as his aura erupted outward from his body in a way it hadn’t previously.

The energy radiating from his person was violent, untamed, and rapidly consuming the area around him. With laughter emanating from his bellowing shout, Broly dropped into a stance and launched himself forward into a full sprint. Victor swung right with one of his blades to which the Saiyan dropped to a left knee and slid under the strike. Returning to his foot and flexing his thigh muscles the seven-foot-tall genetic anomaly brought a powerful uppercut to the New Babylonian’s jaw and threw him backward, blood spraying from his mouth. The golden aura surrounding the full-blood lashed out at the ground around him, the energy swaying away from his body as the breeze blowing over the arena moved through.

The Saiyan was perfectly aware of his sustained injuries. However, whatever Victor had done had made them nag at his mind more than before, but pain wasn’t a new concept for the Glendale soldier. The Saiyan was nearing his sixth decade alive and combat experience was something he had plenty of. Regardless of the situation there was always an option. As Victor climbed to his feet, one hand holding his reddened jaw, he moved it side to side before beginning his walk back towards his adversary. Both fighters moved at the same time. Kicking up an intact tile with his foot, Broly drop kicked the flat edge just as Victor reached him, both of his daggers ready to hit their mark. Feinting his left shoulder back the Babylonian dodged the spiraling piece of arena and came down upon the fallen Saiyan with both of his blades. Drawing up one of his legs, Broly slammed it into Victor’s gut, but winced as both blades had pierced the muscles in his shoulders. With a grunt the full-blood ignited his wildly out of control aura and ripped one of the blades from his shoulder, spraying Victor with blood. Jamming the weapon into the assassin’s right side the Super Saiyan used the makeshift handle to bring his adversary in for a headbutt, knocking him back.

Victor was on his feet first, applying pressure around his weapon around where Broly had stabbed him. The Saiyan had only made it to one knee before he ripped the second dagger out of his shoulder and rotated the blade so that it was running along his forearm.

“Getting tired, Mr. Broly?” Wolfe taunted, pulling his weapon from his side.

A smile formed on his face as the hulk of a Saiyan fell forward from apparent lack of consciousness, but that smile was quickly replaced with a grimace as Broly drove Wolfe’s other dagger through his right foot, twisting the steel through his flesh. Pushing off the ground with everything he had, Glendale tackled the man by the waist, striking his wound with his fist. Lifting Victor off the ground Broly dropped backward smashing Wolfe’s face into what was left of the arena floor, sending a cloud of dust into the air around them. This time Broly was the first to his feet, grabbing Victor by the knife he had pressed through his foot. Catching the second knife in his hand the Super Saiyan scowled before being hit with Wolfe’s opposite heel to the jaw. Reeling back, the strike made the Legendary Saiyan drop the knife, letting Victor roll forward and wield both once again. As Broly readied himself Wolfe was already upon him, slashing at his body. Twin lacerations appeared across the upper layers of Broly’s abdominal skin. Raising his left forearm, the Saiyan blocked another dual swipe and struck low to Victor’s ribs with an upward punch, forcing the human to drip blood from his mouth. Following the strike with a swift knee to the nose, Glendale jumped off his left foot and rotated left, roundhouse kicking Victor to the neck. The strike sent him sprawling across the arena floor along with his iconic daggers.

 Taking a moment to catch his breath the Legendary Saiyan dropped to one knee, sweat dripping down his face as he watched Victor recover from the strike.

“What a guy. He won’t quit. That’s alright. I won’t either.”

Broly closed one eye as pain shot through his mind from the various knife wounds littering his torso.

“But…my body might.”

 

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Broly used his fists and combat fighting experience? 

[Victor Wolfe]

Scanning the arena as a sanguine mask clouded the assassin’s vision, he could not help but let out a laugh. Regret filled Victor as blood spilt from the wound in his side, and his ribs screamed out in agony from the beating he had received. Stabbed by his own daggers, it was possibly the greatest betrayal he had ever suffered, and they would not be admired for at least two days after this as punishment. 

Crawling backwards the assassin began to formulate a plan, now that things weren’t looking as favourable. His foot was going to make it difficult to keep up his usual high-speed brutal assault. The slower he was, the more he could be caught by the giant's bone-crunching blows. His head felt heavy as the blood loss made it hard to stand, never mind fight. At this rate, the fight was going to be decided soon, neither warrior willing to back down until the other laid unconscious in a pool of their own blood. 

Retane was not doing much better with the girl either. The floor looked like an explosion in a roman paint factory with all the red and purple covering it. For a first-round fight, this was turning into quite the war. At least Valerie would be enjoying herself. Victor hoped food would be provided in the spectator's area, if not, all this bloodshed could rile her appetite into having a nibble on the other guests. 

The golden-haired brawler slowly raised to his feet. The lacerations covering his body oozed his life essence all over the shattered stones of the arena floor. His palms glistened with the sweat of combat, knees were weak from the blood loss, and arms struggled to move from the cuts upon his shoulders, and the gold of his hair becoming stained with blood, looking like mothers spaghetti. The saiyan enjoyed the carnage, he had a crooked, sadistic smile spread across his face as he stalked the still downed lord, who had finally managed to sit up.

A hand squeezed down around Victor's neck, as he was lifted into the air. His body hung limp as the huge brute raised his large frame with ease. Broly's massive hands cut off the oxygen supply as the mix of blood loss and lack of air to the brain caused Wolfe to gradually blackout. In a lapse of judgment, the proud saiyan warrior made a mistake and let down his guard too early. The assassin was coy as he winked and swung his good foot back, using the momentum to smash it into the saiyans genitals. 

With his screams a pitch higher than normal, the super saiyan lashed out, throwing Victor across the arena before he collapsed to his knees again. Clearly not expecting such a dirty move from what was supposed to be honourable combat. Victor flew past Amber and Retane, both distracted from their brawl as the New Babylonian flipped past them. He braced himself as he crashed into the stone, having to lift his foot as shards of dust and stone stung at his open wound. 

"Get your shit together damn it!" Victor heard in his mind as the namekian stared at him with a look of annoyance. As the leader of the horsemen, he was likely worried about a poor showing in this matchup. Staggering to his feet, the assassin brushed himself off, and once again expressed an overconfident demeanour. He had a plan, but it had to be timed perfectly. 

Broly began to stir, a pained expression crossing his face as the effects of Victor's gaze had apparently made even his most sensitive areas all the more tender, perfect for a good trip to dick kick city. Wincing from the pain, the Lord sprinted towards Retane. Dagger in hand and gripping it by the blade, he held its heavy gem encrusted hilt against his forearm. The saiyan had already suffered a good few knocks to the head, so it was time to really rattle his brain. 

As Victor reached Retane he pounced, his one good foot landing on the Namekians shoulder and used it for a makeshift springboard to leap ten meters into the air. His body swung back to reduce drag and grin at his partner. Flying towards the now turning warrior, Wolfe smashed the hilt of his blade and forearm into Broly's skull as they collided. Victor's hand was now dripping with blood, and Broly's head busted wide open from the impact. Chest heaving from the effort and wounds screaming, Victor chuckled as he once again channelled lust into his gaze. 

"Gotta keep you nice and soft for the pounding I’m going to give you, baby." he said as he gazed at Broly. He then turned his lustful gaze toward the katana-wielding girl.

"If I am going to bleed out on this arena floor,” the sleazy lord giggled as his aim turned to Retane’s opponent, “may as well get a good look at what you are hiding underneath that uniform, miss." 

Victor took Broly to dick kick city, used Retane as a turnbuckle, and then hit the phenominal forearm like he was in WWE Allstars. 

He is now using his T2 super Utility Smouldering Gaze to keep Brolys defence at zero, and drop Ambers by two points whilst being a perv. 

1/5 SP remaining.

[Amber Veritz]

The orange haired girl heaved her breath heavily through the red and purple mix of lifeblood that dribbled from her tongue. The taste was salty and disgusting, making her swallow what she could of it to get it off her palette. She could tell her aura had been weakened by the assassin with just his gaze. Well, if that was the case, she needed to take a more defensive approach. She focused her aura as her hair slowly changed color to a dark, beautiful red. Her white dress floated in the soft breeze as the wind surrounded her. Razorback grew much larger, into its zwei-hander form. Her much-missed cat ears perched atop her head.

She knew that if this battle continued the way it was, she and Retane would both kill each other. Thankfully, she had one or two more tricks up her sleeve. The Horseman watched Amber change her appearance, with her incredible aura still revolving around her. He wasn’t going to underestimate her again after the last time and decided to take a more defensive approach. He waited for her to make the first move.

Thankfully for her, she did make the first move. She summoned a small item, laden in gold and no bigger than her own hand. With a quick motion of her wrist, she smashed the stone and let the dust created from it rain over her body. Her wounds quickly began to close up, stopping the bleeding. The bruises that littered her body also disappeared with the cuts. With a relieved sigh, the faunus took a deep breath.

Retane realized too late what she was doing and was too late to react. However, he was able to burst into close range and give her a good thrashing before she had time to react. A couple harsh blows connected to her chest and sent her skidding back. She recovered as quickly as possible, raising her giant sword in Retane’s direction. The Horseman, in turn, readied his melee weapon for a fight. The two dashed at each other.

Amber was still as swift as her last form, even with a much larger sword in her hand. Her swings all lead right into the next, with broad, untrained motions. Retane could easily see that she had sacrificed reasonable fighting skills to counter Victor’s sly attempts on her defenses. The faunus reached in with a horizontal swing, aiming for the Namekian’s chest. Her hope was to take him out by wearing him down, but he was still fast, even without his initial power-up. He leapt up and over Razorback mid-swing and brought his own blade over Amber’s head. The only way she could dodge the attack, that probably would have slit her skull in half, was to drop to the ground. Upon landing, the giant blade slid away from her grip and landed behind Retane. The Horseman’s blade collided with the stone of the arena, then went towards the faunus. It screamed against the rocks like nails against a chalkboard. Amber did anything she could to avoid being hit, even if it meant grabbing Retane’s leg by wrapping her own legs up in his. The faunus’ dress fell down to her waist, revealing the black underwear-type of shorts that she wore underneath. Victor’s nose ran with blood almost instantly just from the view.

Retane, on the other hand, was just even more displeased. Unable to use his sword in fear of stabbing himself in the foot, he put his blade away and drove his arms down at the girl’s head. She barely dodged each punch by swaying her head left and right. And mom said that her learning boxing techniques was a dumb idea. However, the simple memory of her mother sent the faunus into a serious tone. Her face grew dark.

Why was she fighting? To survive the ordeal? For her own glory? No. She was fighting to show the world, any world that faunus can be strong. The suffering inflicted on her for her cat ears was something unforgivable to most people, but this faunus was different. Instead of vengeance, she would show everyone that she was someone you shouldn’t push around.

“You’ve lost now!” The teenager screamed at the top of her lungs as she pressed her feet forward onto the Namekian forcing him to his back. The only way to win was to get one side of the teams to give in or to make them unable to continue the fight. Victor and Broly both seemed at their limits at this point, so it was down to Amber and Retane now. The only thing she could think to do at this point was to break his leg.

The faunus grabbed the horseman’s ankle and began to apply the necessary pressure. He screamed as his leg was twisted, punching at Amber with all his might. This last stand would probably decide the fight, so the faunus screamed.

“This victory is mine!!”

827/850 words

Amber switched to her base form, continued to use her Semblance, and used her Healing Dust to restore some of the damage she had taken during the fight.

0/6 SP remaining.

This post ends the first round fight, we are ready to be graded and scored.

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#29 Retane & #24 Victor Wolfe vs #26 Broly & #14 Amber Veritz

Amber and Retane rolled through the debris as the namek clenched his fist and swung at the faunus.  A fist clipped her in the side of the head, and she felt fresh blood as she squeezed.  She found the leverage she needed just as a flash of ki materialized inside Retane’s flexed fingers.  The burst tore through her hair and one of her ears, but it was the resounding snap of the namekian warrior’s leg that drew the eyes.

Even with the pain, Retane simply bit down and started building another attack.  The look in his eyes was more orgosynth than namek.

“Stay down!”  Amber screamed with more desperation than rage.  The faunus discarded the broken leg of her opponent and scrambled to her feet.

“Not a chance,” Retane whispered as he struggled to rise.  “I could go all day,” he added before his broken leg caved, bringing him to his knees.

“Not on this day,” Amber replied as she retrieved Razorback and swung the broad side of the sword at her opponent’s head.  The impact stole what fight remained from the namekian’s battered body.

On the other side of what had once been the arena platform, Victor pressed his attack—his dagger landing the majority of its strikes as he forced Broly back toward the edge of the fight area.  The saiyan still felt groggy from the effects of the assassin’s gaze.

“Time to say goodnight,” Victor whispered as he spun his dagger and bashed the pommel across Broly’s chin.  The oversized warrior slurred something through his shattered jaw as he crashed backwards through the brick barrier.  “Nighty night,” the assassin smiled as he stepped forward and hoisted the dagger’s blunt end up over his head.  A knockout blow, he assured himself as he eyed the other warrior’s forehead.

Victor swung down, and he made it halfway to the mark before a katana burst from his stomach like an alien parasite.

“F… f,” the assassin swallowed his stammering nonsense as he leaned back onto the sword—just enough so he could swing back with his dagger and catch the faunus in the side of the head.

Amber lost her grip on Razorback, and by the time she had regained her balance, Victor was in front of her.  His hands clamped onto his shoulders as he pulled her towards him in an embrace.  In the process, he impaled the woman on her own sword.

“Fuck you,” Amber grumbled as fresh blood started dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

“You first,” Victor smirked as he slammed the pommel of his dagger between her eyes.  Her eyes rolled up into her head as she sagged sideways.  The assassin, who struggled to catch her before she tore the blade through his abdomen, could do nothing to prevent the saiyan from smashing a chunk of arena rock on the back of his skull.

Victor and Amber—still impaled together—sagged to the floor.

Behind them, Broly dropped the bloodstained piece of stone and smiled internally as blood continued to dribble down his broken, dislocated mandible.

“P-…” The saiyan winced in pain as he jammed the bone into its joint.  “P-pounded,” he slurred before fatigue won the war.

[spoiler]

Broly (2.5) & Amber (2.45) defeat Retane (2.2) and Victor (2.7)

Broly & Amber advance to Round 2

Victor and Retane move to Match B of the Redemption Bracket and will face the loser of Jibril/Harley Quinn vs Cerise/Gildarts

The Malefactor/orgosynth is there for Broly or Amber

[/spoiler]