[Round 1] Cell & Ricter vs Ash & Jak Mar

[Karl Jak]

From the preshow facility, Daxter let out a hoot and smacked a nearby stranger on the back as the live feed for Jak’s fight appeared on the monitor.  “That’s my boy!”  He shouted into the large orc’s face as he pointed to the screen.
 
A few yards away, Proto Man smiled and took a sip of water before turning his laser focus back to the feed featuring his best friend and worst enemy.  At least this particular drama could be settled early into this festival of senseless violence.
 
In the arena, Ash smiled warmly to her ally as she rested a hand on his shoulder.  “We’ve got this,” she said with that tiny, devious grin that made boy’s quiver.
 
“Y-yea!”  Jak stammered as Karl’s voice rained in over the speakers.
 
“Hello, one and all.  This is Round 1, where the stakes are pointless but everyone’s still going to freak the fuck out all the time.”
 
A gong sounded.  Ash let her hand fall from Jak’s shoulder to her waist.
 
“PG-13!”  Karl shouted over the PA system.  “I’m not paying Coruscant for those premium content filters!”
 

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.

[Cell]

Cell and his furry ally alighted on the tournament arena, their two opponents on the other side. The ring was instantly recognisable; both Goku and Piccolo had fought in the World Martial Arts Tournament and this ring was an exact replica of those grounds. The only thing missing was the gawking spectators but frankly Cell couldn't care less that they were absent. He was here to fight, not entertain a gaggle of slow witted humans.

The bio-android sized up their opponents on the other end of the ring. One's lime yellow hair and pointed ears put Cell in mind of an elf, while the other's dusky skin and black horns reminded him of the ogres that administered the afterlife. A curious combination of fighters to be sure, but then the bio-android and the anthropomorphic weasel weren't exactly any different. 

Cell considered taking both of them on at the same time to speed things up, but his old indestructibility and immense power had fled him since arriving in the Omniverse. For once in his life, he would have to rely on someone else. He kept his eyes on their opponents while he spoke to Ricter. "I'll take the ogre. You've got the elf. I'll throw in a shot or two if I get the chance."

"Got it," Ricter said, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his sword strapped to his back.

Cell's feet lifted inches from the ground and he floated over to his designated opponent.

"Now normally I like to toy with my food," Cell said to the ogre. "There's great joy in batting about a mouse with fear in its eyes. But today I believe I will go straight for the kill."

"No foreplay?" the ogre said, a wry smirk on her dark lips. "This isn't your first time, is it?"

Cell chuckled. "My dear, even if it was, you'd still be blown away all the same."

"Oh, very confident I see," the ogre said. "I guess I'm in for a good time."

Cell threw the first punch. The ogre seemed to sense it coming, as if the talking was just time for her to prepare for the initial strike, and weaved out of the way. Cell threw another, and she ducked beneath it as well. 

She's faster than she looks, Cell thought to himself. This won't be as simple as I first surmised.

"What's wrong?" the ogre said playfully. "I hope that's not it. I was wanting to have some fun too."

Cell fired another punch, but this time with purpose. His tail swung from the opposite direction as the ogre sidestepped the fist. The broadside of Cell's tail slammed against her ribs, knocking her back. The bio-android moved with enhanced speed, his form vanishing from sight as he zanzokened around to the ogre's back, and drove his knee into her stomach. He grinned with glee as he watched the breath burst from her lips. She swung a wild punch, missing Cell but forcing him to hop back and create some distance between them.

"I see you've got some moves," the ogre said. "Not many guys try that one on me." 

Somehow, in the midst of her panting and pulsing stomach, she found the joy to grin at him. Cell couldn't help but smile right back. It was hard to dislike combat, but it was harder to find someone who found similar elation in the art of fighting, especially if that person was on the receiving end of the damage. Cell's smile faltered as he considered she could have been a masochist, but he ejected that thought out immediately.

The next moment, the ogre gripped a feather shaped weapon in her hands. She dashed forward with amazing speed and slashed at Cell. He barely kept up with her swift and precise movements, doing his best to bob and dodge, but every second or third slash would find contact with his flesh and open an incision along his forearms or chest. Purple blood trickled from the wounds. Each stroke of the steel stung but Cell had little in the way of reprisal; her technical proficiency was remarkable. Did King Yemma train this one?

Cell ducked beneath the sweeping blade and swung his tail for the ogre's feet. She hopped over it nimbly but it gave Cell the moment he needed. Clenching his fists, two blades of crimson energy jutted out from his wrists and covered his hands. They hummed with a sinister buzz.

"Seems only proper to bring swords to a knife fight," Cell said, ignoring the wet rivulets of blood on his skin.

"Oh, I was hoping you would be a little bigger than that," the ogre said, winking.

Cell pounced. His Ki Edges slashed over and over at the ogre, but she parried and dodged them with ease. Each miss boiled Cell's blood. How was he supposed to hit someone faster and with better reaction times than himself?

"Impressive," Cell said, hiding his anger. His ki blades dissipated and his cupped hands went to his side. Blue light streamed forth. "Let's see you dodge this! Kamehameha!"

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Cell engaged Ash.

Cell used Tail. Cell used Burst Movement. Ash used Red Devil's Quill. Cell used Ki Edge.

Cell used Super Kamehameha (Tier 1 Super Attack). 2/3 SP remaining.

[Ash]

“Ka… Me...”

Ash’s tail flicked and the transparent blue screen appeared across her eyes, a series of numbers in the corner of her screen began to race rapidly towards infinity, the individual numbers blurred into what looked like an error message, occasionally zeros could be seen briefly before illegible nothing took its place.

“Ha…”

A smile split her face again in pure glee. She lowered her body for speed.

“Me…”

Ash - The Storm Demon - thrust herself forward to attack.

“HA!!”

A streak of blue flew across the battle arena and met the morality mirrored humanoid straight on. Upon impact the energy pushed her feather-light form back several meters as whatever was preventing the attack from instantly destroying her decomposed; Eventually, the ki engulfed her entirely as intended.

From inside the pillar of power, the audience could see a vague demoness shape become smaller and smaller until Ash was reduced to particles before they were also consumed by it. A scream erupted from inside, before abruptly ending.

The blue light continued to streak across the battlefield and further until the energy was expended from Cell’s charge. In the Kamehameha Wave’s wake were scorched and battle worn tiles as well, a semi-circle melted into the wall that outlined the arena.

Silenced consumed the immediate area, Jak barely into his half of the fight lowered his weapon and turned to see what the noise had been. He was concerned why it sounded like Ash. As he did he found his partner reduced to nothing more than a memory.

It smacked him like a purse full of bricks.

The Dark King heard the lock on his cage break open as Jak grabbed the edges of his head, the Eco-Warrior roared out in rage, losing his composure very quickly. His mind flashing back to Coruscant where he’d lost everything he'd worked for.

Cell just laughed, calmly at first, only for it to belt out of his chest in victorious barks as he relished in both the easy defeat and the pain he caused her partner. “One down… One to go.” He said, floating closer towards the armored elf.

To everyone’s surprise - or maybe not - Ricter stepped forward and spoke first. “What did you do that for!?” His voice was clear and emotional, his face was twisted with rage that only an evil presence could bring to him. “You didn’t have to-”

Cell stopped short, staring his partner down with his own annoyed look. “Didn’t have to what? Eliminate her? This is a competition, not a play date! Did you want to make friends with these weaklings, or did you want to win!?”

The anthropomorphic weasel bit back his bitter responses, knowing the green creature was right but couldn’t help but feel guilt and remorse for the demoness. He thought for a few seconds about whether this was the place for him or not, and how he may be able to avoid any more death.

The sword in his hands now felt much heavier to lift, but he forced it up in the air and took position to fight despite his desire to do so burning out since the gong. He looked into Jak’s eyes, they burned and bore into his soul…

He was only allowed one step. As he did he felt something brush along his back. This was followed up by a flurry of attacks, a blow landed between his shoulders, a solid jab against the kidney and a finishing strike hammered right where the spleen is located. The force and the speed of the blows knocked the wind out of the B.D.F. but what damage done internally seemed minimized. Blood poured into his coat and spread throughout his fur. He felt his balance tip and then another push from behind, which felt like a boot to his ass before he crashed chin first into the stage.

Cell saw her for a fraction of a second, blowing him a kiss. Doing so fractured the mask of cool on his face before he acted. His volleyball sized lavender ball shot forth, past his fallen enemy towards the ghost which already has vanished. He hoped to quickly undo the ogre’s magic but only succeeded in breaking apart the tiles where she’d stood.

Cell then heard her imp-like giggle...

She dared...

To LAUGH!

AT HIM?!

Remembering her level of speed kicked him into action faster. He relaunched another ki blast, and again as he tried to gun down the phantom he'd obviously created.

Little did he know she already had the upper hand. To Ash, his blasts were dodgeballs in a cheap high school gym and she had all the time in the world to analyze her path between them. The real question, however, was what would she do when she got to him? She would have shrugged if there wasn’t a glowing orb about to detonate against her face. She dodged it by ducking low and inching closer to Cell. She flipped over another one, feeling the heat of it against her bare back as she did.

I see your Kamehameha, and will raise you with 'Now You See Me, Now You Don't' for 2 SP.

Ash uses Super Hot and general stealth + supression(Tech of 7)shinanigans in combination of Red Devil's Quill.
(Friendly reminded that all blood spilled onto the dagger soaks into the blade.)

2 of 8 SP spent.

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[Ricter]

Analyzing the location he was in he wondered about who his two opponents were, not by name but by skill, or power, or what they believed was probably the best approached to attack them from. Either the side, left or right, or just from behind, which was his tactic as well when Cell would seemingly began things between the pairings that faced off in what seemed like a stage with no zest to it, probably because of the zero people in the stands. Wasn't this a funded event?

When Cell pushed forward he would do the same, coming up behind him as the green man would make strikes towards the demoness', landing a few while he would actually focus on Jak for now. He wouldn't strike, only waiting, wondering what he would do, which given he was seemingly packing something more than a dagger or sword he moved closer, making brisk horizontal swings that narrowly were evaded. All the while he could see blaster fire being directed at him, it zeroed in on his location, tracking him as the weasel would defect some using his blade to knock the energy away.

Some just grazing by and leaving small marks on his tan fur as he postured his sword to the side of him, holding it two handed and sliding closer and closer while Jak stayed back but he was trying to corner them. When he fired Ricter would deflect the projectiles, less of a skill based way of doing it and more so with practiced force, not hitting them either but more so pushing it away, as if his own body rejected the very things trying to harm him. Soon the loud cry of a woman would distract him, pulling his attention as he looked over towards Cell and at the now missing body that seemed to have been erased.

"Cell?!"

He'd question but Cell called it out as 'just being apart of the game' however he didn't see it like that, he never would resort that in a friendly match, unless they were some odd amalgamation of parts that had to be put down somehow to gain an upper hand. "Eugh..maybe I should have heeded Marisa's warning.." A stray thought passing his mind as the weasel took around two steps towards Cell before he felt something almost hot hit him from behind. He was completely unprepared for it, didn't even have time to react as he was hit. Being hit by strikes near his spine, hitting two of his vital organs, and even being knocked flat on his face as he choked at the sudden barrage he was hit by.

His vision was blurry, could barely see what was going on, if at all really, all he knew was he couldn't tell what hit him and even if he was distracted he'd probably have heard blaster fire from Jak if he wished to use such weapons again. So maybe his anger was misplaced now that he was currently bleeding heavily, this being enough to incapacitate most as the weapon dropped next to him, his sword clanging along the ground as he stayed down for a good two seconds. Reaching out he would grab hold of it and flick his finger along the edge of the blade, which looked just like he was stumbling to grab it after the shock of basically being used as a butchers stabbing post.

However immediately he would stand up again, the blood spots on his body would stop spreading, and the locations at witch she stabbed seemed to not be as limiting to his body some how. He healed himself, this was the ability of his sword, mending his wounds fully but sapping some of his internal power as well, but not enough to just flat out give up. Grabbing his weapon though he would place his hope on the fact that sticking together might be better, he scrambled towards Cell, moving back to back but not getting to close to his pointy tail, he'd channel energy along his weapon as he watched Cell fire round balls of energy in what seemed like a random direction which worried him, still focusing. It didn't take long to figure out what was happening, but how to stop it was something else entirely, which he could hopefully leave to Cell as he would soon tap him with his sword.

"Your next attack, make it count."

Ricter would say as he moved away and soon Cell would feel a surge of energy enter his body, he'd know right away this was temporary but also that he could use it and empower his very next strike. So much so it would hit somewhat hard as Ricter would keep close by but waiting, watching to see how Jak or Ash would advance on their position now as he held his stance again. It was better to stick together now more then ever with someone who probably couldn't be tracked was now stalking them, and he'd rather not be hit from his blind side again, so Ricter would watch carefully.

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Ricter engaged Jak Using "Iron Mountain" against his "Blaster"

But is stabbed from behind by Ash's "Red Devils Quill"

Following him using 1 SP to heal himself of damage Using his "Healing" power. (3/4 SP remaining)

Getting up only to buff Cell using "Lanor: Sharpen"

Before finally taking up his "Iron Mountain" Stance again and holding it.

[Jak Mar]

The Dark King in all his shining glory was forced to sit in his host's mind, waiting for that opportunity to rip their opponents apart. Their heads on a platter would be the only way he’d be satisfied. Inside Jak a beast grew impatient, stalking his mental cage and waiting for his chance. Its blood boiled with dark eco, it foamed at the mouth. Missed opportunity after opportunity for Jak to let out his fury! Only for him to stop and think. Of all possible things!


The inner demon muttered something about how under his breath. There was no guard now, ‘normal’ Jak was too busy fighting this furry creature.

Suddenly His Majesty felt his own power increase as the balance between Jak’s sides shifted dangerously towards dark. The monster within smiled a wicked grin.

The loss of that woman seemed too great for the Desert Prince.

If anyone looked into Jak’s eyes they would see hellish fire take over, blinding him to any reasoning. If anybody got too close, they would burn too. “Nobody rips Ash away from me, NOBODY!” An unholy screech of rage from the elf’s throat. The demon felt itself growing stronger as Jak let himself willingly fall into darkness.


The demon lusted for blood, he hungered for it. A new set of eyes darted from the strange green alien creature to the animal on two legs. Who was going to be first to be ripped apart?


Richter was not aware just yet the beast he now faced, his eyes met Jak’s once more but found the eyes of a man pushed way too far. The weasel shivered involuntarily before he watched Jak’s transformation. Purple lightning danced across Jak’s skin. A moment later his muscles swelled and bulged. His skin turned into the scariest shade of lilac the furry ever saw!

TIER 2 PUF - Dark Jak

ATK: 9
DEF: 3
SPD: 6
TEC: 4

The dark eco crazed beast stood menacingly where he’d been left. He leaped over several of Cell’s ki blasts and landed in front of the lesser green one. Before Ricter could react, Dark grabbed him by the throat and lifted the swordsman up off the ground, squeezing his neck. He felt the creature struggle and claw at his arms, but The Dark King didn’t budge. He glared into the eyes of the scared animal as he lifted a single razor-sharp claw for him to see.


“Why can’t I smell your blood, little one?” He asked, stabbing Ricter nonchalantly with it and then pulling his crimson covered claw back and licking the lusted after liquid off his finger. It tasted sweet and it made his mouth salivate for more. "That's better!"


With the animal’s neck still in his hand, the Eco Warrior twisted with his back to Cell and threw Ricter’s body against the hardened stage floor. Looking rather comically as he did so, Dark Jak repeated this animation by throwing the weasel against the floor again, but opposite side. If they weren't indestructible, the tile work under him would have been dust by now.


Cell noticed the beast smashing his partner over and over, leaving streaks of blood and scattered fur on the stonework. He sent his tail swinging toward the eco-warrior, sending him flying from his prey, not before dark claws ripped at the animal’s throat and chest.


Ricter let out feral sounds of pain, despite the weasel's impressive coat and natural armor standing up to earlier attacks these were fused with Dark Eco and would do more damage than expected. (At least he still had his head  on his shoulders after that choking.)


Another loud roar and Dark Jak stuck his pin needle fingernails into the arena ground to avoid being thrown out, leaving a trail of shallow marks in the stone in his wake.


The man had been interrupted from the hunt temporarily.


Cell began to wonder which of the two had actually been the bigger threat and readied himself to chase after the hulked out male, now looking more like an ogre than the girl did.


“Don’t forget about little ole me,” Ash said from behind him, baiting Cell to attack with his tail once more. Its side smacked against something heavy and solid. Before he had a chance to ponder how she managed to set a pillar in the middle of the fight, she revved Invictus. Her blade would get a full inch into his tail before he pulled it out with a yelp.


Cell went right into the counter-attack, his fist coming around and aimed for where she should have been based on her height. His fit met fresh air, a second later she returns the knee to the gut! It caught him off guard or he’d have grabbed sooner. How it was he had only managed to barely touch her soft hair, pulling a strand loose. He’d had enough of these games. “Come out and fight me, bitch!”


“Why would I do that?” Ash asked, hiding the sound of fatigue in her voice as she feels Super Hot coming to a bittersweet end, putting some space between them before her seconds are up.

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2 SP for Dark Jak T2, + 2 SP to maintain until Jak’s next post, 2/6 remaining.

Cell used Tail! It wasn’t very effective.
Ricter used Flail! It wasn’t very effective, but pretty funny.
Jak used Dark Jak! Dark Jak used Claws!! It was VERY effective!
Ash used Invictus! It wasn’t very effective.

[Cell]

Well, wasn't this fight going just swimmingly? The tiny elf had bulked up with the aid of some demonic energy and the horned ogre knew how to make herself invisible. Ricter had taken a beating but stood despite the blood in his matted fur, as if he were much more resilient than his fluffy coat gave credence to. Cell considered standing in to help and tackle the angry elf but leaving the ogre to dart about unseen and strike without warning would hinder that plan too much. No, she had to go down first and then he and Ricter could pool their efforts.

Though in Cell's estimation, the warm up had come to an end.

The bio-android clenched his fists, arched his back and yelled. Power flooded into his body as a shimmering cloak of yellow light enveloped him, shaking the arena. "Ah, that's much better."

The dark haired ogre flashed into vision for the swiftest of moments as she ran the knife along Cell's shoulder. Cell struck out with his fist, his knuckle an inch from her forearm, and she ghosted into the air again. Cell could have sworn he felt the tickle of an arm hair dragging over the back of his hand.

The ogre chuckled sweetly. "You'll have to be faster than that!"

Cell smirked. He wasn't fooled. Powering up to full strength afforded him a speed boost and he knew his speed matched hers now. It was just unfortunate that his last strike had missed the mark.

Another sting flared on Cell's back. Turning his head, he spotted the ogre grinning. Cell matched it as he vanished and rematerialised behind her, wrapping her body with his arms and legs. Wasting no time, he thrust the barb of his tail into her neck. She cried out as her body left the shadows and blood trickled down from the stab wound. The corners of Cell's lips turned upwards. Very few of his victims ever escaped him once he penetrated their skin with his tail. In a matter of seconds, everything internal of the ogre would become a thin mulched slurry and be sucked into the bio-android, increasing his own power and leaving her a pile of empty skin.

"Now this won't take very long," Cell said as the ogre's very cells flowed up through the barb and into his tail like a syringe. "I can't speak to the pain, but based on everyone else I've absorbed, it's not very pleasant. It might be best to think of happy thoughts. For example, you could remember all the times that I wasn't drinking your insides."

The ogre struggled against Cell's tight grip, coming close to wriggling free, but the bio-android's strength held her in check. Cell could feel the ogre flipping the knife in her fingers, trying to find a way to jam it into his flesh, occasionally feeling the cold steel brush over his leg without breaking the skin. 

Yet with a concerted and sudden effort, the ogre yanked her knife wielding arm free of Cell's grip and drove the steel into his neck. The bio-android roared, the pain forcing him to release his grip of his quarry. He managed to land a kick to her back, knocking her away and loosing her fingers from the weapon still embedded in his body. Cell pulled it out with a hiss and stared at the feathered design of the blade. The streaks of his blood that coated the steel shrank away until it was clean again, as if the knife somehow drank it in.

Cell grimaced at the purple blood that oozed down his arm. He hurled the knife, spinning through the air until its blade stuck in a tournament tile halfway between himself and Ash. Even bringing his full power to bear, he was having trouble dealing with this ogre. Only Piccolo had managed to break free of him once the absorption process had commenced. Was this creature close to his own strength, just as the namekian was back then? 

The ogre applied pressure to her neck wound with her hand. Thin trickles of blood sneaked out between the gaps of her fingers. "That's all you've got?"

Cell cracked his knuckles. "My dear, I've only just started being serious. We've got some time to go yet."

The ogre's eyes locked with her feather shaped knife in the ground. She started towards it, but Cell lifted an open palm to the sky. A deep red disc sprung to life, its edges a neon purple. It thrummed in his hand, spinning wildly.

"I wouldn't touch that knife again," Cell said menacingly. "I wouldn't want you to get a nasty cut."

The ogre ignored the advice and dashed for the weapon. Cell hurled his Death Saucer, spinning like a buzzsaw on a direct path with the ogre. She grabbed the knife, hoisted it out of the tile and rolled to the side as the Death Saucer sailed past, bursting apart against the invisible barrier.

"Big Bang Attack!"

A ball of ki collided with her, knocking her back in a cloud of black smoke.

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Cell used T1 Powerup 100% Power. Using for the rest of the match. 1 SP to activate, 1 SP for remainder of fight. 0/3 SP remaining.
ATK: 4
DEF: 4
SPD: 4
TEC: 3

Cell used Burst Movement and Tail. Ash used Red Devil's Quill.

Cell used Death Saucer. Cell used Big Bang Attack.

[Ash]

Cool-headed as always, Ash chose the path with the most resistance. She’d gone after the blade and even retrieved it before her danger senses kicked in before she narrowly dodged the disc. Leaping to her feet she managed half the stance she intended before Vegeta’s signature move slammed into her, knocking her airborne.

She would have liked to moan if she wasn’t worried about the stage’s edge.

Ash crashed hard against the stone tiles, biting back the pain as she bounced so hard her body did a complete 180 over itself so that she landed flat on her chest. Her body continued to slide back from the force, and even though she’d like to believe her clothing would cause enough friction to prevent her elimination, she knew how small of a platform this was. Her blade slammed between the cracks of the floor, sparks flying right next to her face as she came to a stop.

She could feel her legs hanging off, her hips floating into the air. It made for a great fucking position, as she confirmed with Victor earlier, but it sucked for this. The feat of climbing back up without so much her tail touching the ground was easy enough to accomplish, but before she could continue she had to stop and take a breather.

Sweat beads have strung themselves around her neck like a fine pearl necklace, her body plenty used to quick fights, however that had been the first time she’d tried her little Matrix trick. Concentration was never a problem, she had mad focus. Normally stamina was no issue either, something about revving up the cells in your body and mind like that just did a raw number on her and not the kind she liked.

The weaponized energy had its own kind of pain. It felt somewhere between acid burns and explosive force - both of which she's felt prior. Ash touched her side where she’d been hit - the wound still raw as she stood up, taking a few seconds to ramp up her defenses.

The smoke in front of her swirled together and formed a black solid shield, one she could see herself in for the briefest moments. She smiled to herself, watching the image of her bleeding neck fade as the spell took hold. The Storm Demon closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the burning atmosphere, as she exhaled her hair began to lift into its own mobile anti-gravity field. Neon blue electricity danced into existence around her body which promptly destroyed most of what little clothing she wore, including the elastic band around her ponytail. Her horns began glowing that same electric blue as she sheathed her Quill and grasped Invictus at the same time; Swapping weapons for the very last time.

When her eyes opened up, there is a renewed focus within her vibrant blue featureless eyes.

T2 Transformation: STORM DEMON - Stats: 4/1/8/11

The fatigued woman grabbed at her neck, wiped away the blood from her wound and applied it generously to the blades of her stolen Empire property. Not afraid to bite the hand that feeds it, Invictus cut into her palm as well, it indulged in the ocean of magic that concentrated in the cobalt blue liquid. Ash let out a satisfied sigh before she took it by the handle with both hands, her fingers spidering over to the squeeze bar and took aim.

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Cell entertained the idea that she fell off the ring and just knew better not to come back out. Since she did not come out immediately, he guessed she was up to her invisibility tricks. He decided he had no time to spare playing her games and that he could take her out just as easily as the first time. He turned towards Jak, ready to even the odd numbers here. As the finer muscles in his body adjusted for a calm step towards the fight.

Her stolen sword roared to life, making all three of her ring mates look over; Jak never hearing this sound before this moment, Ricter out of animalistic instinctual fear, and Cell turning just a bit too casual for his own good. Within the smokescreen, a brilliant blue tree-like pattern flashed. From the center, Cell could feel the weak power source flare up before The Storm Demon in all her sparkle busted through, the weakened storm grey clouds follow in her wake and look like an elegant cape flowing off her shoulders.

Invictus stabbed through Cell, pushing him back a few feet behind her attack, and is held there. She grinned up into his eyes as the teeth ripped his insides asunder harder than greese-filled fastfood. Scorching mauve-colored blood jetted across the space between them and landed across Ash’s face and chest, her perverted smile widened. “Never would have thought you were the type that liked to get pegged.” She remarked, the magic of the spell activating after the initial shot, collecting the rest of his hot load in a growing vortex, periwinkle shades of lightening feeding the current to damaging speeds.

Ash Used T2-Power Up: STORM DEMON and T3-Super Attack: Hurricane: Shock and Awe for 5SP
7 of 8 SP spent in total.
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[Ricter]

Dangling almost helplessly as he felt the surge of energy escaping off the now dark eco that held him in a tight grip around his collar, he knew this wasn’t a good position. His paw would grab at the hand clutching his neck, squeezing what life he could from him as healing himself didn’t count for suffocation. Not that it seemed he was going for that, Jaks crazed new transformation wanting nothing more than his blood, struggling proved futile, and even now he could feel the strength leaving his body.

“GUAHH!” Screaming as he felt his claw stab into his kidney the weasel’s heart rate was climbing, already as the pain felt unbearable, however that wasn’t all for him. Feeling his body being slammed into the stone flooring, he almost went limp. His head hurting massively as did most of his body, Jak managed to get insanely strong almost instantly, to the point that he was nearly about to pass out from Jak’s onslaught. But he’d keep hold of his sword.

Losing air and focus of everything around him the weasel would pull his other away from his collapsing air way and holding it to his weapon before pulling his paw off and placing it on his body. Leaving a glowing paw print there as the pain he was currently smashing into his body seemed to be dull, almost just small tinges as the weasel had some brief moments to collect himself once his bodies mind blocked out the searing pain he was going through.

Choking still, he had little time and charged the healing side of his blade, allowing cuts to now be mended instead of causing pain as Ricter soon would shove the sword into Jak’s arm. Of course by instinct the Jak would try to knock it away, however his hand passed right through the swords edge harmlessly, as it would stick strait into his arm while the weasels eyes were beginning to roll up, only to see that Cell was being gutted. The flurry of electricity dancing off Ash’s weapon was the only indication of her approach as suddenly her mechanized weapon of sadistic pleasure would aim to penetrate the man.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be next.”

He could hear from Jak as he scoffed at the sword currently inside of his arm, even reaching for it but he’d do him the favor of pulling it out for him as it did no damage, didn’t even hurt. With everyone watching in awe at the gore filled display once Ricter was done channeling, fighting through the pain all together the blade would become no longer able to mend cuts, but give them. Forming together inside of his arm as the weapon stayed in his arm but a streak of pain and blood follow it, exactly what he was looking for. Twisting his legs around his arm he would aim to pull him down, tucking and doing a death roll to the left which forced Jak to release him.

Scrambling to get up now as his sword clanged on the ground he harked, trying to make his collapsed lungs gain some kind of air before he’d manage to get up. Healing himself once again as the mark stayed on his body, looking to Cell who seemed almost too late to help he knew that as she was cleaving down his body he would in fact be next, but that wouldn’t stop him now as Ricter recovered quickly.

His healing abilities seemed to be fairly potent, and with a blind sprint he would try to head for Cell as his partner was currently enjoying the sweet sensation of being cut in half, probably again given his history. Ricter rammed his sword strait into Cell, as if he were betraying him, football tackling him to the ground as Ash’s weapon dripped with the blood of his partner, letting them fall a few feet away.

“--and spit-roasted? Damn your giving me a run for my money.”

Ash’s comment would be ignored as Ricter would use nearly all of his remaining energy to heal him. Cell was basically dead, or as close as you could get too it, only thing holding him together was his own innate body and now Ricters sword as he closed the wound and even more so healed some of the damage from her attack, or at least as much as he could before standing and pulling out the blade from the green bug mans chest.

“Never though I’d be faced with two demons at one time in this tournament.”

“Throwing out complements wont save you from my toy, fuzzy.” The demoness winked.

Not amused at all, this would be ignored also. “Cell get up please, I didn’t waste all my power on healing you just so you could stay down.” He’d say as the bug man growled, standing up after his near death penetration.

“Shut it, your help will be appreciated in silence till this is over!”

“No problem, any time, Cell.” The weasel smirked, speaking in a snarky tone while giving a thumbs up to him.

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Ricter used Lanor: Aleviate to make the pain go away.
Before escaping Jak’s grasp using Lanor: Mend to recharge his weapon.
Spending 1 SP (2/4) to heal himself once again.
Before finally shoving his sword into Cell and spending 1 SP (1/4) and making some T1 Super Utility Restorations on the big hole that’s in his chest, spending another 1 SP (0/4).

[Jak Mar]

Dark was taking care of his own issue, his arm bled profusely. Crimson flowed freely down his arm where it had been cut by the animal’s blades, despite how much pressure the fighter placed on it, he roared in anger as the weasel ran to aid his ‘friend’. This would not stop Dark! He got down on all fours, about to spring back into action when pressure on the wounded paw made him think better than that.

The Dark King turned around mentally with fierce speeds. ”LIGHT!! Heal me so that I can ki-!”

“No Dark. Enough is enough!” The Angel within moved to defy him once more.

“What did you say!?” Dark growled.

“I said enough! Look at what this is doing to Jak!”

“I’m going to do worse if you do not quit this noble shit out!” He sliced at Lights head with his wounded arm. “Now heal me, dammit!”

“No.” He stood his ground. “I would rather die than heal you and let you continue this insanity Dark. You are no King, you are a dictator!”

“I am the only reason we are alive Light! You and that little bitch can fuck off.”

“LIES!!” He screamed. It echoed through their hosts’ mental state and disturbed the sleeping mind whos given up on his control once more… It had enough force to challenge the synchronization of the insane and the inside man. “You’ve done nothing but drag us down like the animal that you are!”

Another roar erupts from Dark’s fang-filled mouth. Swirls of green and yellow dance in his eyes as he seeks out his target. He watched his player’s pet ran off and stabbed at his own partner. Though Jak only saw a man with a sword chasing towards Ash. In but a moment all three personalities come back together in mind and soul. They could not let this beast lay a hand on his Ash!!

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"All~ of your power, you say?" Ash purred when she overheard the weasel screaming at the man he’d pulled off her blade, the rotating teeth still itching to dig into something, the blue glow on both the demon and the weapon subsiding quickly.

Ricter’s voice caught in his throat and he felt his sweat begin to trickle down his back, regretting his last few words. A shadow cast over his body at that point.

Not to be left out, Dark Jak began to close in on the other side of him. He came to a stop just behind the fur-covered man, the green thing beside him looking both better and worse than his furry friend.

“The Demon king wants a word with you.” Ash pointed behind them.

Ricter swallowed hard as he looked up into the eyes of the insane beast. “Oh, hello?” he squeaked. And right back into the choke hold he went, this time Dark grabbed the blade from his furry paws and tossed it to the ground out of Ricter's reach. Hs wounded arm came back up to claw the boy's throat out.

At this time Cell chose to toss another Ki attack at them. His shaky hand rose and shot forth a Big Bang at Jak’s face, as it detonated it sent the big guy flying again. The weasel coming along in his grip. Jak twisted in the air and landed hard against the tiles, already running after her.

“And you, my dear. Would you die already!” The Bio-Android released yet another basketball sized attack straight at her.

Ash smiled back at the imperfect android shot at her. The shield summoned before this now appeared as she squeezed her bloody hand around the grip of her weapon. The attack exploded roughly as soon as it was released.

Jak watched with boiling blood as Cell shot nearly point blank at Ash. His heart thudded in his ears as he screamed. Ricter still in hand like a doll.

Before the smoke cleared, however, Ash appeared swinging the chainsword, revving it up as she went. Team Dark Eco apparently converging at long last to take both opponents at the same time.

Maintaining Dark Jak for 2 SP
Jak used Claws.
Ricter used coward in fear.
Cell used Big Bang Attack.
Ash used Ultramarine Chainsword: Invictus

6/6 SP Used
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[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#11 Cell & #18 Ricter vs #6 Ash & #10 Jak Mar

Dark Jak tilted his head and grinned as the weasel flailed at him.  “Embrace the dark,” the man rasped as he Ricter’s fingers dug into his forearms.

“I…”

“No more talking,” Jak growled as he lifted Ricter up off the floor before promptly slamming the weasel’s skull into the tiled surface.  The stone splintered as the beaten fighter’s eyes rolled up in his head.  Dark Jak sneered as he hurtled the still form of his victim to the grass outside the platform.  “Out with the garbage.”

With Ricter eliminated, Jak turned and sneered as Ash moved in for the victory.

Cell scowled.

His partner was being strangled to death by the elf, and the ogre had a seemingly limitless pool of stamina.  What would it take to see her undone?

The chainsword roared as its owner zeroed in on the bio-android.  The flurry of serrated blades hissed through the air as Cell stepped forward.  With zero thought, he punched forward and met the whirling collection of teeth.

Eyes wide with glee, Ash squeezed the weapon’s shaft and pushed forward as it tore chunks from Cell’s right arm.

Biding the seconds, Cell waited until the woman lifted one of her feet in an effort to advance.  His other hand, bloodied and broken, slung out and released a burst of energy that clipped the Storm Demon in the side of the head.  Her grip was broken on the weapon, which dropped the ground as Cell threw himself against the smaller fighter.  He got his good hand in around her neck and got her feet into the air a beat later.

Stumbling more than stampeding, Cell moved toward the edge of the ring as an ever-aware Ash grabbed for her dagger.  With a swift motion, she plunged her Quill into the side of Cell’s face.  The bio-android teetered, but his tail swung forward, crashing against the woman’s chest as she fell away from her foe.

With a dull thud, Ash landed on her back on the grass.

Cell, his fingers grasping at the dagger in his cheek, turned and steeled himself against the fuming warrior.  The bio-android had one chance.  His fingers dropped from the blade as he took in a deep breath of air.

Then his left leg caved, and he had to catch his bloody bulk with his remaining hand.  Cell tensed as he set his eyes on something to the right of the approaching warrior.

Dark Jak lunged.

Cell threw his body forward with one last burst of speed—just enough momentum to get him free of Jak’s path.

The bio-android hit the pavement and tore the loose dagger from his cheek.

Dark Jak turned and winced as the dagger sank into the side of his chest.  His punctured lung gurgled bloody bubbles of air as a ki blast smacked his leg out from underneath him.  Jak pitched forward and couldn’t catch himself as he crashed into the grass a few feet in front of a still incredulous Ash.

Struggling to breath, Cell welcome the warmth of the teleportation system as it wrapped around his shattered form.

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#11 Cell (2.8) & #18 Ricter (1.75) defeat #06 Ash (2.4) and #10 Jak Mar (2.1)

Cell & Ricter advance to Round 2

Ash and Jak Mar move to Match A of the Redemption Bracket and will face the loser of Taloc/Makota vs Kerri-Bandit

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