NPF Avatars 5 - Jane! Stop This Crazy Thing!
 

Meanwhile, off in a shadowy place filled with shadowy figures, one such figure was watching two giant screens intently. One screen was tuned to Mauve's coverage of the first round of the Arena Tournament. The second was tuned to Jen's, as it provided a slightly different viewing angle. He chuckled to himself as his robotic automatons worked quickly behind him, assembling the monstrous mechanical minions made from his malevolent mind.

"Yes, good," he chuckled, "They'll all tire themselves out soon and we will strike! The NPF's net worth will be ours for the taking!"

And then he laughed and laughed and laughed. That is one happy man.

AB (Bunny Girl) had nearly been impaled when the hurricane lifted a katana from the ground and launched it at her. Her hair was a mess thanks to the hurricane winds. She quickly retrieved the sword from against the wall and got ready. Let the really tough competition defeat themselves. Then she would have her fair chance of walking out of this with something intact.

"Well well well..." Black said flying above the arena, spotting Flare in the process. "Looks like she has something planned. Lets go check it out." He hung in the air a few seconds before moving towards her. "Hey Flare, take your best shot at me." Black dangled in front of her, crossing his arms tauntingly.

"I might as well attack someone, before this thing ends." He looked at the girl in a bunny costume. "Might as well" he said, before charging her.

TBM sat upon the sleeping bear, deep in thought yet with no consideration to what he was on. But if I got powers, what kind of powers would I want. His mind had begun to wander after the fight began, nothing was directly happening to him other then a lot of rain and wind and mimes took that in stride. After all peoples randomly punch mimes in the face, more so when they're blind, a little rain and wind never hurt anyone.

Except everyone who died from pneumonia, maybe immortality, The heart glowed brightly then flickered and faded as TBM's mind quickly floated down the line of powers, each time it flared with energy when he thought of something new only to snuff itself out as he reached the next. Super strength, flight, indestructibility, telekinesis, teleportation, blue hair, control over space and time, laser vision, to always win at monopoly...

The list went on and on, had he any idea that the epic battles around him could cause collateral damage to himself and quite possibly the bear he was sitting on he might have focused a little harder or maybe if he'd known the device in his hands had the power to grant a power he desired for the battle could have been given he might have thought harder.

But he knew neither fact, he was blind and pretty dumb.

Then he got it, Transformation powers! Like a kitsune! That'd be the stuff I want, I wish I had the powers of a spirit fox! He stood boldly atop the bear now, the heart of sundered chaos streaking light across the battlefield. Now if only I could actually wish for that pow- TBM was silenced by the power that emanated from his hand, it would either grant him the power he wanted or send him to his doom.

"What in the crap?!" Hawk cried out as a ceiling formed close overhead. It seemed someone was trying to limit flight in this battle.

"Ok, you want me grounded, you got it!"

While still hanging in the air, Hawk suddenly grew to full size, flipped over and fell while stylishly spinning to the ground. He landed in a crouch, with enough impact to shatter a lesser mans kneecaps, but Hawk never flinched. Instead, he slowly climbed to his feet, withdrew the Boomerhammer from his back and took up a fighting stance.

Now all he needed was someone to fight.

"You look like you want to fight someone." IC said towards Hawk. IC was sitting down, giant sword stuck in the ground. "I could really use a warm up before I start striking and taking out people." IC stood up, and with a yank, ripped the sword of the ground. Then he stuck it on his back. "Now, you want to start this or should I?" IC asked as he pulled the gloves tightly on his hands.

One of the boxes began moving across the floor and bumped into IC's shins. It backed up and moved forward, bumping into his shins a few more times.

Hawk looked over his challenger. "IC, I am honored. Yes, you will make a fine opponent." He paused a moment, noticing the Damascus sword. "Looks heavy, you sure you can handle such a weapon?" He asked mockingly.

Before giving him a chance to reply, Hawk closed in and swung at IC, wanting to test out the other birdmans reflexs'.

Noting that hawk had began a full windstorm assault right at the beginning of the battle, Phoenixbot cleverly smiled at her choice of weapon. Given that the hawkman had buisied himself concentrating intently on his tornado while the android had rooted herself to the ground via a pair of clamps attached to her feet, primarially designed for clinging to ships in space.

Having spent the last five to ten minutes aiming at him with her remarkably accurate HL-7 Xaser, Phoenixbot waited until he upped the windstorm's power before unleashing a hail of excellently aimed, arrow-thin bolts of xaser death. While her hair and even parts of her body whipped and swayed in the formidible windstorm, the energy bolts were unaffected. Tens upon tens of the constant stream of bolts darted maleviolently through the concealing mass of death and rain.

Timewarp DX!

Of course, all of this happened so long ago that it's not really relevant anymore! So we can assume that Phoenixbot wasn't just standing around, and rather leaped atop Fenris's happily-summoned thread and shot at Hawk from her new sniper's perch.