Zone X -- The Colosseum

[Gamzee Makara]

This time around, Gamzee Makara was struck with what was perhaps one of the most profound thoughts to ever enter his head.

What if he played with his own balls?

A beautiful, naturally synchronized display of rainbow colored smoke uses Gamzee's body as a stripper pole, twirling and spinning with whimsical abandon. His drops the two juggling pins, deciding that it would be much more fun to play with balls instead. The smoke coiling around his hands writhes and condenses into two palm sized balls of smoke. The troll cracks a little grin before juggling his grenades in a lackadaisical fashion.

*papoof*

Twin flowers made entirely of smoke erupted at his opponents' feet, painting the stark white backdrop of the coliseum in glorious technicolor. The flowers pulse and vibrate, as if they were living things. Chakravartin and Erika are both stricken with apathy and a lethargic torpor. It felt as if their limbs were being pulled into the ground by the smoke itself. The golden boy could not even find the strength or desire to do much more than half limp, half liquefy. Despite this initial burst of blugh, Erika's resolve strengthens and she forces herself to dive out of the trap and... right into the god's golden bomb.

She is sent soaring through the air, admittedly caught off guard, but manages to correct herself before she ends up flat on her face like another certain loser combatant. Speaking of which, what the fuck was that weird little clown shit doing on the ground? Was he...playing in the dirt? Whatever, makes it all the more easier to end this pathetic excuse of a fight. While Chakravartin was busy goin' on a trip, the assassin makes a mad dash at the squatting fool, combat knife poised for the easy kill. As she and Gamzee come within spitting distance of each other, the boy springs up and-

"POCKET SAND!" He shouts as if it were a vicious war cry, and releases the handful of coliseum sand he had been gathering during his time being a clown on the ground. This trick proves more annoying than anything as the chalky substance only manages to force Erika to shut her eyes tight out of reflex. Her initial swing goes wide and Gamzee attempts a shoulder check against his aggressor, only managing to knock her back into a stumble. The High-Blood then uses the assassin's solid resilience as a springboard, kicking off of her back and bringing her to a kneeling position. He summons his juggling pins mid-air, causing a rain of sparkly sparkle shit to rain down on the girl. As moody as she was, she deserved a little funtime miracle shower or somethin' to brighten up her day. Gamzee lands in a sprint, almost tripping over his own feet as he does so. He homes in on the shiny magician kid, who had managed to flounder out of his flowery field trip.

"Motherfuckin' lazy ass motherfucking piece of fake lame ass fuckin'- AH SHIT!"

One of the saru's palace hands latched onto the alien's ankle right as he was about to pounce on his prey. For the fourth time in the past half hour, Gamzee found himself getting into a fight with the ground. For the fourth time in a row, he lost. Chakravartin rose shakily to his feet, glaring at his tormentor who in turn had struggled to a standing position. The latter shook his leg like a dog to get rid of the palace hand before yawning and sitting right back down on his ass.

The god stared in wonder at his supposed enemy, unable to contain his curiosity. "What is it, exactly, that you think you're doing?"

"M'tired," the troll responds, staring up at the ridiculously miraculous sky, "I guess maybe it's 'Cuz like, it just all up and happens to be that weird time of day where the sun ain't quite sinkin' but it is still kinda making everything look a little orange or pink or whatever the motherfuck have you. But all the shadows and shit bring some bitchin' black into the cake mix that is to be described by us as time. All these colors man, there has to be a word for it. For like, this time of day, you know?"

The boy god ponders this for only a moment before quickly coming to a conclusion, saying, "I believe what you are describing is called 'twilight' by most. Should I go ahead and kill you now, so you can rest? Or-"

"Not if I beat you to it, you shiny little shit!" Erika was once again sprinting towards a seemingly vulnerable Makara. She was not about to let a god steal her kill; the irony in that situation would not be lost on her.

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Gamzee used flower kabloom, which held varying results for each opponent. Erika had an easier time because of her transformation and whatnot.

Gamzee used an idiot's greatest commodity: Pocket Sand, to evade a charge from Erika

And then he tried and failed to attack the god dude

but then he got tired and began to question his desire to fight anymore during such a pretty time of evening.

And now Erika is tryna kill him again.

pleasure writing with you gais, can't wait to do it again~