[Round 1] Retane & Victor vs Broly & Amber

[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