"Greetings from the Pedrodome! It's been nonstop action here, folks!" Jen began. "We've already had a hurricane and a stampede, and some rather interesting cardboard boxes. That's right, you heard me, cardboard boxes. Everything is dangerous here."
"Several contestants have been eliminated, including a young man who apparently thought this was a hat show." Jen absentmindedly adjusted her wizard's hat. "Absolutely no clue how he got that idea. One of our female contestants evidently lost interest, which is hard to understand considering you might get eye strain trying to figure out what's going on here."
"At least one of our combattents has taken some pretty serious damage. We will update you on his condition as we hear about it."
"Animals have been a very decisive factor so far. One fighter was crushed by an elephant who is evidently a fan of Magritte, and a mod has just been carried out of the ring by the bear, who has finally woken up."
"Stay tuned, there's lots more to come from the Pedrodome. We're just getting warmed up!"
As soon as the camera turned off, Jen slumped back into her seat. "Man, I need a drink. This is exhausting. And I'm just watching!"

Down came the thrashing claws
Full of fury did they fall
falling down did they seek
Demetrius' song to end

And did his life they seek to rend
Fly and fall swift they did
missing wide the head they sought
flashin red with machabre thought

Stead in his place there stood
a cat, furry wet and sodden
mewling pitiful it looked upon her
'for the dreadful claws rebt out its life

Laughing loud and broad
Demetrius found mirth, laughter in gales
As Rhiya did sweep a scourge of red
deep and through the pussy's head

"Epic Dodge Bitch", Demetrius laughed as he sprinted into the maelstrom circling the arena and dissapeared from view.

IC was cooling off in the rain. No need to fight when he could get cleaned up just standing here. The wound he got from the gunshot looked like a good one. He might have to get that looked at later on. For now, a quick cloth tied around it, and it would do. Besides, IC was use to fighting through pain. He had trained in hell after all.

Now he saw Demetrius running. Now he should know better than to run while the floor is all wet like this. You never know what could happen. So as Demetrius came running by, IC stepped out of nowhere. (Well, he more like lept from the distant side.) And tripped Demetrius up. Well, wanted to at least. Maybe Demetrius would llke, jump over it or something.

"Eek!! Dude you've got a tail!" was all Demetrius had a chance to shout before he had to leap into the air to avoid IC's trip attempt. Dice came rolling out of his pockets as he sailed by...

"Mind letting me know how those turn out?"

IC looked down at a dice. "You really need to be careful with your dice dude." IC shouted back to him. He looked down at a D20. "1. Guess that was your check to survive." IC said to himself in humor, then gave the dice a nice kick, sending it like a bullet at Demetrius. The bullet came in dead on, striking Demetrius square in the back of the head. IC thought it looked like he knocked out his brains, but instead, he knocked out a couple cat ears.

"Huh, go figure." IC said. That must have been one hell of a kick, he had caused Demetrius to grow a cattail as well. Of course, what made it real funny was it had a striking resemblence to another cat IC could think of. "Well Demetrius, it was fun, I guess I'll cya after the tournament." IC said, and disappeared.

"They didn't turn out well at all," Pedro's voice came chuckling slightly over the public address system as Demetrius landed flat on his face.

Pyros was out of the way of Rhiya's claws faster than you could say "Blammo!"

As a matter of fact, before you could even invisibly say " " ", Pyros was gone for cover, knowing that getting in the way of Rhiya was a bad thing, even if somebody had godmodded it by way of poem.

Fortunately, PyrosNine himself was so utterly awful at the art of slinging together poems, he could fail to heed their predestination attempts.

Annoyed that his attack at Cendy had been so rudely interrupted, Pyros sought to refind his target. It would be hard, as hard as it was to find a few dark wisps of cloth in a battlefield.

If anyone WAS to look back and see a dead burning cat where Pyros was previously, Demetrius claims to keep dead cats.

Phoenixbot kept low, and deftly maneuvered around the larger mecha's eye lasers. A defensive roll here, a blinding flare there... A harrying slash at AB's legs, it was all mainly a defensive charade to attempt to stay alive while IC and AB attacked her, and Rhiya rampaged in the background.

*CRACK!* Suddenly, a custom .44 magnum bullet crunched through 66% of her forehead plating, stopping only on her warship-class eternium armored skull. Positronic matrices were nigh irreplacable, and although the metal cost more than the whole prize money of this tournament, it couldn't stop the hydrostatic shock of such a powerful handgun round. The android's head snapped backward, and she reeled in a similar fashion.

Luckily, it was just a handgun round.

Critical hit, Head
Critical hit, Secondary Gyro, Standby: Recalibrating EST Repair Time: 3 minutes, 53 seconds.
Critical hit, Primary melee targeting system, Status: Negative Function EST Repair Time: 3 hours, 31 minutes, 51 seconds.

Three text-based damage readouts poured down Phoenixbot's HUD, and her ethereal blade targeting reticule fizzled and began eratically blinking. Repairing the system would take too long, so Phoenixbot resolved to resort to ranged weapons for the duration of the melee.

Slinging the blade over her back, Phoenixbot reconfigured both of her arms into a hideous-looking array of electrically crackling prongs. Two per arm, like oversized tuning forks, the trained eye would have recognized a pair of "Thor's Hammer" light lightning guns. Taking a moment to fire-link them, Phoenixbot targeted Krylo's center of mass and began alternating weapons, discharging bolts of directed lightning at him.

(RFS - Black, steaming, whistling.)
(RFS - exploding and reforming in a permanent repeated process)

"Oh, he did NOT just call me...!"
Rhiya-dragon's eyelid twitched just ever so slightly. Then her entire form exploded.

Well, not as much exploded as imploded. The sudden transformation was so... sudden that it created a temporary point of singularity that cratered the arena ground, before disappearing.

The smoke and debris cleared to reveal Wrath Manifest, Spiked arms glittering, water pelting off an invisible force field that boiled and screamed around her. She aimed the Flametongue at the heavens above, and let loose a column of white-hot fire and cleared her line of sight.

"Nobody Calls Me A Bitch Unless They Know Me Really Well." The voice raped across minds. Tore through the torrential rain and bore down on the weak-willed.

Wrath was gone, a blur of steaming air behind her as she came forward, unhindered despite her clothing style. Her spikes came down in a blur of motion, piercing through Demetrius' fallen body multiple times, all in deadly precision as they tore through each cartilage-connected tissue down his spine, sending jolts of agony through Demetrius as Wrath's Aura of Anger seared at his flesh. Finally, with a single, wicked wrench of her arm, Wrath Manifest tore out Demetrius' skull, somehow leaving his squishy organic insides intact within the skin of his now skull-less body.

"It Is Finished."

((OOC: Epic Dodged again, its been another round))

"Finished you say, Child of Wrath? You have yet to understand that which I have made my home in..." Demetrius stood in the air as though it was solid ground. Shuddering with released fury, Demetrius's ears laid back and his tail became bristly. The gem once held tightly in his hand fell to the arena floor. Slowly he raised his left hand until it faced Rhiya.

"Your fury grows to no end and the devistation you sow shall not last to the harvest, see the end which awaits you!" The arena is blanked out as a black/white light tears at the existance of Rhiya.

((You've angered an elder god... he appreciates humor and indulges those who do not seek the outright destruction of his chosen vessel, otherwise you made it angry))