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The Magus snarled severely.

"You will stay out of my works, girl, and it will be the demons that are dying." With this, the skull snapped back to life, the mage moving away to Allen's tanks.

((Remember...he is, well, a thousand-year-old Archmagi...))

Lightning crackled from the Mage's hands upon the insult.

He was getting tired of these people's cocky attitudes.

Drawing up the skull of a dead demon from the dust, he babbles to it in a nether language, completely incomprehensible. The eye sockets of the skull glow.

The Magus, who had been following Allen's crew silently, snarled.

"Are we planning to take action or wait for the demons to die of age, hmm?"

It was clear that this mage was used to commanding, not waiting for orders.

Stealing phrases from C&C Generals, eh?

Well, let me see...Prikker. Yeah. Prikker can make it. Maybe Snikker later.

Of course, my schedule is as random as possible, but, I will try.


EDIT: Oh yeah, and I'll be remaking them as level ones because...their costumes are easy...and I'm lazy....


...And they're low level anyway...

"Yeah." Marcus sighed, "We better heal 'em up now that the heat's off."

"Oh, [censored]." Reikoff exclaimed before being eviscerated brutally.

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With a flash, he was in the hospital, cursing at the nurses.

And to end his barrage, Reikoff rolls four frag grenades right at Fell's feet.

Flashbangs suddenly start to explode...

Reikoff snarled, rolling back into the smoke. Again, he throws gas grenades across the floor of the arena...

((He dodged it, but you'll see barely.))

Reikoff came charging out of the smoke, left arm moving slowly. He was cursing, too, but this didn't stop him from drawing his P-90 rifle one-handedly and loosing some DU bullets.

With a thump, the Maltan commander went flying backwards, but he was already emptying his own pistol as he hit the ground.

But Reikoff was ready, ducking under the hand for CQC, he moves to disarm his opponent.

((And just reminding you, he's a Maltan commander...As in, a Navy SEAL.))

Reikoff snorted. It was one of those pigheaded rich guy kind of supers.

The TacCom snarled, energy crackling through his gloves as he charged...

Reikoff snarled, dropping below the bullet.

"Perfection is an impossibility!" He roared, throwing a frag grenade right at the pistoleer.

Reikoff, however, was not there.

"Boo." Was heard faintly as Reikoff's sapper pistol clicked and discharged not five feet to the lawyer's left.

Reikoff saw the bullet coming before it even left the barrel, throwing three flashbangs to the ground all around him.

Reikoff snarled. The gas had been blown away.

Oh well.

Drawing a sap pistol, he fires potshots at random participants.

He can take his time.

Not saying anything to the guards or registrars, he continues on straight to the arena gates.

They know why he's here.

The doors swing open to admit a late fighter. In one swift motion, this newcomer flings gas grenades across the arena.

((Okay - It's fine. I mean, my Family gladiator can't win, so it'd follow no other Family could.))

((Moving right along...))

Reikoff cracked his knuckles, staring up at the new Coliseum.

He'd have fun with this one.

One of the Family members spoke up.

"Okay, okay, we'll..."

A long pause.

"SEE YOU IN HELL!"

The Family crowd erupts into gunfire.

((I'm beginning to have doubts I can win without going on and using my ace in the hole.))

((Oh well.))

The Hitman smiled.

A sudden force sent Becky flying out of the rafters, flooring her. When she inspected it further, she'd find a rubber bullet had been the cause.

The Family was taking potshots from out in the crowd.

"Not you too..." He muttered before bringing up the rifle as a melee weapon. Becky would find her blade couldn't cut the strong material this was made of.

The Hitman was a husk on the ground.

The Hitman hanging in the rafters aiming for Coldfire's head was not.

"Can't believe they let us do dis..." He murmured as the arena shook with the sniper's bullet once more.

"Nu uh, no way pal!" The Hitman snarled, diving to the side while unholstering his .50 and emptying it towards Coldfire.

"Aw, Hell!" The Hitman screamed, ducking the punch but not the flames. His tie flipped up, catching fire and burning quickly.

The Hitman shot off in a random direction, screaming.