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James H. Fell walked casually into the arena. He looked around at the violent battles going on and shrugged. "Amateurs," he said.

He took out his pistol and loaded it.

Finally. Schizo had it. His essence nearly destroyed by now, Schizo didn't care. With a swift mental gesture, he crushed Reishi's mind, rendering her helpless.

Now, he just had to drive a thorn through her and that was that. Getting up to do so, Schizo saw Becky coming at him out of the corner of his eye.

Uh-oh.

As Becky hit him, there was a blinding flash of light. Fish dropped from the sky, voices whispered in the distance, and rainbow grass grew from the ground. Schizophrenias was gone. Though he could never die as long as his creator Hallucinogen lived, it would take days before his essence could reform.

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Meanwhile, a late addition to the roster was waiting his turn to get into the action.

"Do you not know who I am?" said the man, standing at the registration desk dressed in a top hat and tuxedo, and holding a small, harmless looking pistol. "I am James H. Fell, Attorney at law. I have never lost a case, or a fight. Now let me in so I can win."

((Reishi. Sorry, can never remember her name.))

The girl kicked right through Schizo's torso, splitting him in two. The half with the head grinned. She can't have been expecting THAT to happen.
The two halves of Schizo dropped to the ground. Schizo's blood, which appeared to change color so rapidly it was almost blinding, began to bubble. It rose into the air and formed into a humanoid shape as Schizo, gasping, literally pulled himself back together. The whole surreal affair had greatly damaged his essence, and he needed to recover. Besides, he had almost found the girl's mind, and the shock of trying to figure out what just happened would only make it easier.

"Kick, punch, kick, punch!" complained Schizo as he flew upward from the blow. He regained his balance. "Don't you know it's all in the mind?" Physical pain had little effect on his ability to target a mind, assuming it didn't dissolve his essence entirely (i.e. kill him). Assuming this girl had no further mental defenses to come, it would be a few seconds before he got in. Her mind was well disciplined but had poor defenses.

HER.

Schizophrenias was not pleased to see the stupid physical-attack-queen in action again. Not waiting to see what his water spout did, he began frantically searching for her mind. If he found it and crushed it, it wouldn't matter if she had the strength of forty ancient gods of battle. She'd still be left helpless.

A water spout erupted from the ground underneath Coldfire. If he did not move in time, he would be thrown through the air and knocked badly.

"Told you I could take you!" cackled the now-visible Schizophrenias, delighted with his own unfair tactics.

I haven't done this very long but might as well ask how I am doing so far (I am currently on the Game of Cosmic Chess and Coliseum 2 threads). I personally think I am too impatient and post before I know what anyone else is doing. Also I make too many assumptions. I am a writer at least as a hobby and am used to controlling everything myself so I sometimes find myself guessing what will happen next and probably guessing wrong.
Any other opinions would be appreciated.

Schizophrenias tossed the body of the tournament official aside, impaled by numerous thorns. "Learn to do your job," he snapped, forcing his back into a normal position, which gave a nice painful sensation. "If I want to kill myself fighting that's my prerogative!"
He flew back towards the fight. He better not be disqualified now. Then again, maybe he could "convince" the other judges to let him stay. At worst it could be an exciting chase scene.

"Ow," said Schizo, massaging his back, which was bent over backwards. He sounded quite pleased with himself; regardless of what the Rikti might assume, he was not remotely human. "No problem!" He staggered towards the girl who had kicked him. "I can take, er, whoa. . ." Schizo lost balance and rolled down the stands. "Yeah! I can take you guys!"
"No, you can't," said a tournament official, stepping carefully onto the field. "You are defeated already. Don't waste everybody's time. Sheesh." Schizo was dragged away with much fuss.

((Sorry, fell asleep. . . for some reason am awake now so. . .))

With some distaste, Schizophrenias observed that two people were being hurled at him.

Ahh well, that's what always happens if you fight too well . . . or unfairly. Schizo flew out of the way of the girl leaping at him, but was unable to avoid the hitman being thrown at him. He was at least able to grab him on impact to avoid being hurt too seriously.

"Fight's going pretty well, isn't it," Schizo muttered to the hitman as the two of them went careening into the stands.

"On the contrary," Schizophrenias cackled, still trying to find Chertak's mind, somewhat irritated at how well guarded it was. "Cowards win every day. Sad but true."

With a sweep of his hand, Schizophrenias swept the Rikti warblade out of Chertak's hands and hurled it at Ryan. Figuring the Rikti probably had some hi-tech contraption to get his blade back easily, Schizo turned and assaulted the Rikti with waves of pure insanity. . his true essence. Chertak would resist this, of course. . . but it would stall him, and time was what Schizo needed right now.

"Surprise: Attack: For The Win!" yelled Schizophrenias, appearing out of nowhere and hurling a barrage of thorns at the distracted Rikti warrior. He began searching for the alien's mind; it would be strong, but he could crush it given time.

Schizophrenias laughed to himself. A clear, simple arena, eh? Perhaps they wanted a fair fight. If they wanted that, Schizo chuckled as he turned invisble and flew into the arena, they shouldn't have let him in.

Schizo considered. "Hmmm, guess I've been slacking. Haven't killed anyone except a couple Tsoo who made fun of my costume. Did beat up some hero called Aurora Bory-something, but I'm pretty sure she's not dead." He conjured a thorn from midair and spat on it, causing it to turn into a winged spider, which flew off with difficulty.

Well, well, well. This looked fun. A place where one could cause severe pain and suffering without the stupid authorities intervening. Schizophrenias considered the pros and cons as he floated over the arena, invisible. On the one hand, it would be a lot less dangerous. On the other. . . he kinda liked fighting cops.

Eh, what the hey. Why pass up a golden opportunity like this? Schizophrenias popped into view, a tall, thin purple figure in a straitjacket with green spikes attached to his feet and, where his hair should be, a brain with red wires pulsed. His eyes were covered in green cloth and barbed wire. He looked nearly as insane as he actually was. Schizophrenias dived through the lobby doors and flew to the starting area, knocking several people aside as he did so. He stopped to float next to the Marcone Hitman.

"So," he said, cracking his neck. "Killed any good people lately?"