Highlanding in the Coliseum

[Gin Yatreg]

Gin threw a multitude of punches at Morris, however the large man seemed unaffected by Gin's onslaught. Deciding to take it up a notch, Gin activates his shield fist and throws one more punch square in Morris' chest. Morris is pushed back in surprise, and a smile forms on his face,

"YES! YES, THAT'S THE TICKET! HIT ME WITH MORE PUNCHES LIKE THAT!" Morris shouts.

Gin's expression changes to one of I don't know what. It is then that three words escape Gin's mouth, "What the fu-"

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Baltair was blind with rage. Not because of the fact that his opponent refuses to fall, not because he now has to fight two on one, no, it's because some PUGGLED SCROTE DECIDED TO THROW ANOTHER MAN AT HIM. Baltair let out a deafening roar of anger as he grabs both of his opponents and swings them back towards Morris. He then charges after them screaming at the top of his lungs, "OUTTA THA WAY GIN, THAT FUR-FACED GIT IS GONNA MEET THE END O' ME SWORD! IN THA NAME O' ME FOREFATHA'S, PREPARE TA BE SKEWERED YA SNIFFLING UNWEENED LIL-LIVERED DIRT GRUBBLING STENTCH KOW! RACH THU AGUS A' SGAOIL AM LEATHAR DE BHUR PAITHAR YE DRUISIRE!"

Parents in the audience then cover the ears of their children, for fear of corrupting their young innocent minds. The two men Baltair threw at Morris collide with him, causing Morris to stagger. Gin, now terrified of the now high on adrenaline and raging Scotsman, backs the hell away as Baltair makes a jump slash straight through the scythe user, and cutting Morris horizontally down his chest leaving a huge gash from his shoulder down to his waist. Morris falls to the ground, down for the count. The scythe-users team mate screams in anger and rushes towards Baltair intending to cut him down. Gin steps in his path and knocks him out with a shield fist to the face. "Noicly done chiefy! Now all that's left is the two over there!" Baltair said, now surprisingly calm. "Alright, Let's-" Gin started to say before a loud ringing filled the air. Gin looked around in confusion, wondering just what was going on. He looked to Baltair for an explanation, and found a look of worry on his face. "Oh boy, I was hopin' we'd be done before they brought somethin' out." Baltair said. "Something out?" Gin asked. "Aye lad, remember what the announcer said before the match started?" Baltair said. "Hmmm...Oh yeah! They said they would add hazards in after a certain amount of time. But what's so bad about a few pitfalls?" Gin asked. "Nothin' o' course, those would be easy to deal with. But each match has a rating for how difficult its hazards are. " Baltair explained. "So what's the difficulty for this match?" Gin asked, a little worried. "Oh...'bout five outta five stars." Baltair said bluntly. "So what hazards do they use for five star difficulties?" Gin asked. "Well, It varies from time to time. But most are monsters they grab from tha Moors. Ta keep tha crowd guessing ya see? Course, seein' as ye came from tha Moors, this outta be no problem for ye!" Baltair explained. Just then, the announcer began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It's time to start the hazard rounds! Our first hazard was donated to us by a very wealthy fan! And it's quite the rare monster indeed! Please turn your attention to the main entrance as we send in our very own Displacer Beast!"

The doors of the entrance open, and a creature begins to walk out of the shadows. It's appearance seemed close to a Puma, but with an extra pair of legs in its midsection and two tentacles with spikes on the end protruding from its front shoulder blades.

"Eh? Thas' it? A big kitty cat? And ta' think I was worried!" Baltair exclaimed. "A big cat with spiky tentacles..." corrected Gin. "Tentacles of not, this kitty will be easy pickin's. Stand aside Gin, I can take care o' this on my own!" Baltair bragged. He then charged the beast, swing his sword clean through the thing. However, the beast's form did not change at all. Baltair was then thrown backwards by an invisible force, landing on his back next to Gin. Gin looked down at Baltair in surprise, "What the hell was that?!" he exclaimed. Gin then noticed a strange wound on Baltairs chest, it seemed to be a group of puncture wounds in a diamond shape. He looked back at the Displacer Beast, it hadn't moved at all since it entered the arena. Not to mention Baltairs sword did nothing to it, not a single scrath or wound made from his sword. Gin looked back at the other two remaining fighters, they were still locked in combat and not even focused on the new arrival. Gin looked back to the beast and did a double take. The beast was closer than it was earlier, its distance to Gin and Baltair closed by half, yet its pose remained the same.

"The hell? When did it move?" Gin said aloud. Baltair coughed and sat up. "Bloody 'ell, I didn't see that one comin'." He said. "Good to see you're alive." Gin said. "Aye, looks like that things tentacles are more powerful than they look." Baltair said. "Wait, that's what hit you? But I didn't even see it move!" Gin said. "How else do ya explain the shape o' me wound? It's the same shape as the end o' that beasties tentacles." Baltair said. "Good point....But that doesn't explain how he hit you without moving." Gin replied. "Well there's only one way ta' find out eh?" Baltair said as he stood up. He charged the beast once more, this time attacking from the side. Once again he was hit by an invisible force and sent flying back from whence he came. He coughed and stood up once more. "So did ya notice anything odd this time around Gin?" Baltair asked. "Yeah, you were still attacked from the same direction even though you attacked from a different side. Which means..." Gin trailed off. "Aye, it's projecting an illusion." Baltair finished. "I think we might need some help for this one." Gin said, looking back at the other two fighters. "It's gonna be hard getting everyone to cooperate. We are supposed to be beating each other up ya know." Baltair said. "Yeah, but would you rather get killed by a six-legged cat with tantacles, or get beaten in a match with another human?" Gin asked. Baltair thought for a second and said "Fair point lad. Alright, I'll distract the thing while you go try and reason with those two."

"Sounds like a plan." Gin replied. He looked back at the beast, its illusion was now walking towards them. "Looks like it's tired of waiting. Keep it busy I won't be long!" Gin said as he ran towards the two people he hoped would provide some back up.