'That ended well.'
"Shut up."
'I wonder what happened to Rhiya.'
"I hope it cut open her damn neck."
'We'll be seeing her soon then.'
"Hopefully."
'Now we have robots to deal with.'
"Fun."


Black moved out the pool, Latis absorbing the water from his clothes. A fembot charged at him, its red eyes staring at him with murderous intent. He simply yawned and heated up the air intensely. Latis transformed back into a pendant before the heat could evaporate her. The fembots around him slowed down and started to melt. Soon they were nothing but piles of liquid metal.

Black yawned again and walked out of the room and changed the air temperature back to normal. "Oh Nikose, where art thou?"

Pyros found himself being pushed back, and unable to swing his blade as the big bear held it by the paw. He was bleeding though, which was good, but not fast enough to cause him to pass out anytime soon. Stupid bears and their large amounts of blood!

Ooh, and BOY it was cold! It's was just like a freezer! Or one of those cold Northern resorts Asheth frequents. Likely the bear was to blame. Fortunately, cold for bears also meant that they instinctively started to hibernate! Pyros had no further worries about the other bear, for if the stadium had truely begun to freeze, and the bear was satisfied with the amount of pie it had eaten, it would fall asleep, and wake up in a few months.

But Smokey was still going strong, and it was up to Pyros to not get a ring out. He knew only one thing to do....the herculean gambit!

It is said that once, Hercules fought a monster so ferocious he could not kill it, but he was told to bring it's body to some bossy guy. So, despite the incredibly deadly nature of the beast, he continually avoided it's efforts to kill him and dragged it on his back all the way home. Sadly, he then had to carry it back when the old guy said it wasn't what he wanted, but this would work just the same!

Pyros relaxed his grip on the blade and as it moved askew from Smokey's pushing, Pyros slipped under smokey and his claws and his shovel, and gave him a punch in the stomach. But that was only a light tap considering the large, fatty belly of bears, Pyros merely following the steps for what he was about to do next.

With a grunt, Pyros grabbed the thick of Smokey and kicked at the bear's feet, leveraging the massive girth into Pyros's strong grasp, effectively holding the bear above his head. Of course, the bear still had free paws to swing and claw at him, But Pyros made sure to at least hold him higher, so as to not get a direct shot at Nein's head.

"Smo-key! You can not put me out! You can not drown my butt, you can not crush my butt, to reiterate, can't crush my butt, can not drown my butt! As the ever burning flame of freedom and mankind, I, I shall throw YOU OUT!"

Pyros took pained steps forward, hoping to end this menace once and for all!

Hefting Smokey above his head, Pyros suddenly found himself standing directly in the spot that had been previously occupied by the target of TBM's arrow attack.

Now with an arrow through his chest and an anthropomorphic bear above his head, Pyros' predicament couldn't go unnoticed by Smokey.

"That was real smooth, Pyros," the forest protector chuckled.

K36 rounded another corner, still being chased by more fembots then he felt like counting.
Spotting RMB ahead he stopped "You might want to run." Looking back he could see the first of the fembots coming after him "Really fast."

The incredible pain Hawk had been in was suddenly gone, as was IC. All he felt now was power. Pure indescribable power! He somehow knew that nothing could hurt him, he just KNEW he was unstoppable.

And without wasting a second (well ok, maybe just the one) Hawk shot off with superhuman speed, even more than he had shown before. If ever there was a time to put the smackdown on anyone, now was that time. He was a blur as he circled the arena, now significantly more devoid of life than previously, looking for new targets, his excellent speed allowing him to get to them in record speed.

He saw Pyros, Smokey above his head, his back to the arena as he took a few slow steps forwards in an attempt to throw his former foe from the ring. Perfect. In an instant Hawk was behind Pyros, throwing his considerable speed into his attack,which consisted of a powerful shoulder barge to the back. With any luck, P9 would himself be thrown from the ring. Either that or he would be crushed by a falling bear.

Not waiting around lest this power fail, Hawk shot off again, quickly coming accross Krylo still kneeling close to the arena edge. A deft roundhouse followed, in the direction of the arena edge once again.

His last act as Super-Hawk was to charge Mesden, who was also still near the edge, from where she had last cast AB from. The Ascalon became the halberd as he approached. Hmm, maybe I will get to spill the blood of a god today after all...

"Run? Nah, I'll just take care of what I see." Black pushed past K36 and let the fembots approach. "Latis, action time." 'As you wish.' Latis slithered up Black's arm into his right hand, transforming this time into a sword he hadn't used in a long time. But this time it was lighter but more powerful.

Black took a mighty swing cleaving the fembots in half from the waist. Those that had crawled towards him were clobbered by the giant hammer that came down upon them. "Why run? It's too much fun destroying them."

Black pushed past K36 again. "Now to find that crazy sensei of mine. Oh Nikose, where are you?"

Grasping at straws
 

There was a sudden burst of smoke out of Pyros' chest, TBM hadn't taken great care to remove himself gently as he believed he had just struck into the back of Smokey the bear. The look of shock on the young kyuubi's face revealed his terror, it was amplified tenfold when the glowing visage of Hawk appeared behind the fire god. As the hammer struck into Pyros' back there was nothing TBM could do but watch as the two figures, flew over him.

The shock of striking his friend wore off quickly and TBM began sprinting under the flying Pyros and Smokey tandem, they would reach the end of the stage quickly, TBM had one option. Be someone big, someone strong, someone who could catch well. "GYAH!" TBM cried out as he burst into a giant smoke, a pair of massive hands shot out from the cloud. The hands reached out for Pyros falling just short, a cry of determination followed the brief failure as a second set of hands pierced the smoke and caught the flame gods ankles just at the edge of the arena.

Before the smoke could clear to reveal TBM's chosen form (Goro from mortal combat), TBM was bellowing at the top of his new and mighty lungs. "DROP HIM NOWWW!!!!"

TBM sounded intense now. He liked being Goro.

Nikose popped up behind Black, direct from Black's shadow into a standing position. "Right here, 'prentice." He then grabbed Black by the shoulder and yanked him down into the shadows with him, giving no explaination except, "Hold on." He pulled Black downward into the inky blackness, which enveloped them both and pulled them towards Nikose's Next Destination, which brought them up by FenrisWolf, and Nikose pushed Black. "Stay here, fight the bad guys." Nikose then dropped into the shadow again to pop up near Pedro. "Do you need any help?" He asked with a smile.

"Feh! Tis only a scratch! And don't try me, I've watched more than enough monty python to kill you alone with just singing the "Camelot song."

It was then that some guy....umm, what was his name? Rock? Rawk? Rork?, well, some guy with neoncolors and a familiar soundtrack playing decided to give Pyros a shoulder bash in the back...and it was a really strong one, even for the bleeding Fire god, enough to send him in the air.

Fortunately, he still held onto the heavy girth of the bear, diminishing the effects Hork's shoulder bash would have in making Pyros' body fight against gravity. Of course Pyros was getting pretty close to the ring out, and holding onto the bear while midair proved tricky. So, he let go.

At this moment, Mime seemed to appear and grab him by the ankles. Heh. Mime. When did he get out of Pyros's chest? Probably when Pyros was blinded by the EXCRUCIATING PAIN. But it was in the past. And in the present and the upcoming future, Smokey was soaring for a "ring out."

"Hope you can fly, damnable ursa major!!"

Pyros swung downward by his ankles and soon hung upside down from Mime's grip.

"I...I got 'em.....don't....don't cry....for me....Argentina!" He said, in faux deathtones.

He was mostly just disturbed by the fact he got too good a look under TBMoro's loincloth. Ewww!

TBMoro hastily threw Pyros further into the ring before holding down the loincloth in the sudden breeze, much like a disturbed version of a Marilyn Monroe picture. "Don't you judge me!" Was his only panicked reply.

TBMoro dissipated and then only TBM in yukata form remained, he took a knee and began gasping heavily as beads of sweat poured down his head. This constant transformation crap was beginning to take its toll on the inexperienced mime. With only two remaining eliminations however he had to keep his guard up.

Suddenly a steak of paranoia entered his heart and he turned towards Smokey, hoping to only see a fraction of the beast before he teleported away. Then TBM remembered he was blind.