coldfire_kaiser

"[censored]!" Becky yelled rushing at Reishi and slaming the hilt of her sword into her face causing a bruise the size of a golfball to appear below her eye. Becky jumped into the air and wrapped her legs around Reishi's head and flipped her and slammed her onto her back. Becky wasn't strong, she wasn't fast, and she didn't have very amazing powers, but she could regenerate. If Reishi wanted a fight, she was in for a long one.

((Which girl?))

((Kewl, Reikoff's back!!!))

With a crackle of fire the mass of guards unloaded their machine guns into the ranks of the family. Two of the guards flipped gatling guns over their backs and began firing hundreds of shells at the Family goons. The Rikti fired their plasma rifles into the midst of the smoke and the power tanks tore into the conflict with high powered energy. As the dust settled nothing was left of the entire section of the stands. The remains of the Family weren't much, if anything. "Clean up this damn mess." Mitchell said walking out the door back into the guard station.

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Becky stood up and looked at the fight. Readying her broadsword she rushed the psychic, hoping to catch him off guard.

((Coliseum defense has upgraded. You just fought the equivilant of level 60s.))

Picking herself up off the ground Becky looked at her arm. It had been popped out of its socket. With a fluid motion, Becky slammed it back in place and cracked her neck. She saw the guards in the audience dealing with the Family pot shotters and sat down for a moment to get her second wind. Looking around the arena she saw the woman still fighting the psychic. "Their next."

As the door busted in the guards that worked for the Coliseum ran out and surrounded the Family. Four Crey Power Suited guards, six Rikti Headman, and 12 armored men walked out followed by Guard Master Mitchell. "You are all expelled from the arena. Leave now or we will MAKE you leave. As for your friends fighting, they are also eliminated. Those are the rules. You don't like it, to damn bad." Mitchell spat as his men took aim carefully at the Family, "You want to fight again, fight fair. Next time, you deal with me."

Well, the only reason he got shafted was because he didn't have the hutspa (sp?) to fight back against the police. Trust me, if my main was to give up to the police, he would be in jail 24/7/365.

"I don't have to use my sword." Becky grinned as she landed on the rafters, "I have my legs!" With that Becky slammed both feet into the gun the goon was holding with massive force. Without the room to move out of the way, he went careening off the rafters slamming him into the ground. Becky hovered to the ground and watched, making sure that if the hitman did get back up, she would know.

Becky edged around the arena as she watched her opposition's movements. She wasn't a master fighter, she wasn't a ninja, but she did know one thing, running headfirst at a well trained enemy is stupid. As she edged toward the side with the psychic she studied him for a minute, watching his movements. He was obviously insane. He was unpredictable except at a view moments. His attacks for example, were broadcasted. As she watched the woman lunge at the psychic and the ninja rush the alien, she decided to take out the sniper. Flying into the rafters she readied her blade and said, "Hello [censored]."

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

Coldfire shook the stadium launching ice in all directions and freezing the combatants. The woman, the psychic, the hitman, all asleep in their icey cages. Cold was drained and began crawling away. Slamming into the ground, Chertek walked over and aimed a gun at his head, "Go now: Before they: Wake up." Coldfire looked up at the Rikti and grinned, he stood up in a half slouch and walked to the gate, and then, out of the arena. He was overwhelmed, he had no choice.

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She saw Coldfire leave. Becky had said she would take his place if he was to lose. She walked to the guard gave him the required papers and entered the arena as the enemies CK had frozen thawed out. As she manifested her sword, she looked at the competion. A warrior. A psychic. A ninja. And the Rikti that had let CK live. Then she realized the other enemy in the rafters. He was nothing to be afraid of though. She watched her enemies and didn't move a muscle. The psychic was going to try something she knew, but what?

((Gotta love Frozen Aura.))

"Moron!" Coldfire said stoping directly in front of the hitman and sending flames flying through the area dissentigrating the bullets and melting the barrel of the gun. As the dust settled Coldfire stood in the same spot eyes aflame staring at the spot the hitman was.

((He isn't neccessarily dead, just saying he was there.))

Slamming into the wall and using it as a springboard Coldfire came up from behind the Hitman and readied his Ice Sword, if that didn't hit, Inferno sure as hell would.

Coldfire heard the crack but it was too late the shell slammed into him, but not in his head. At the last moment Coldfire moved the wind currents and it slammed into his side making him fly accross the arena. Slamming into the wall he coughed up some blood and stood holding his side. He could tell the shell was uranium immediately. Crey used them. Coldfire froze the wound to slow the process and looked up at the hitman as he reloaded. His eyes flickered with flame and Coldfire launched himself into the air at high speeds and wrapped his fists in fire aiming the blow at the mafia goons head.

Coldfire grabbed her leg and flipped her over him with ease. As she got back up Coldfire said to her, "Let me give you some advice. Martial Arts doesn't work against me, the Tsoo learned that the hard way. If you want to fight, give me a challenge."

((Sorry if it seems like I'm god moding, but then again, Coldfire has seen his share of Martial Artists and knows a lot about karate.))

Coldfire lit up a ciggarette as he watched the woman whale on the two men. As he put the lighter back in his pocket he flew down and slammed his foot into the womans back slamming her into the two men. With a grin Coldfire engulfed his hands with fire and said, "Who's first?"

Definately 3.

With a move of his hand Coldfire froze the bullet and the barrel of the rifle. "You thought that would work?" Coldfire asked with a grin, "Think again!" Cold grabbed the hitman's arm and flung him at the psychic that was assaulting Chertek. If he was gonna have to fight someone at the end of this fight, he didn't want it to be someone who could predict his thoughts.

As the hitman lined up his sights, a black material came in front of the lense. Looking up he said, "Ta hell?!"

"Hi." Coldfire said materializing his ice sword.

((Supers won match one, Free for All is starting.))

Coldfire entered the gate area and waited for the announcer to begin the match. Soon, the familiar voice chimed in. "Fighters, enter your gate areas. This is a free for all fight, no teams, enter any way you wish."

Coldfire watched as the other fighters entered the gates and the door slid slowly open to reveal a large Coliseum. It was empty, clear, no place to hide. Just how Coldfire liked it. As the fighters were ushered in, the doors slid closed and the voice said, "FIGHT!"

((Remember, you can add a character whenever you want.))

"So you didn't like what your allies were doing." Coldfire said taking another drink, "But you didn't betray them. Honorable."
Coldfire looked at Chertek and realized that he wasn't an enemy, he was a good being, different than the Rikti he'd fought. Coldfire respected Chertek, something a lot of people didn't get from him.

"Fighters to you stations, one minute until the fight begins!"

Coldfire looked at Chertek and said, "That's my que."

((You'know you guys can do things outside of the fighting. The downtime between fights is for dialogue, moving along plot and such. The next fight is about to begin, set up whatever characters you want fighting to be in your next post, once the fight begins, others can join though.))

((Hehe, it returns :P))

"I remember you. You fought well." Coldfire said not moving anything but his mouth, "So how does a Rikti Warmaster end up here?" Coldfire turned to look at Chertek when the announcer chimed in to give an update. Five minutes, then the real fun began.

Coldfire cracked his knuckles and walked into the bar. He had fifteen minutes to waste, might as well get a drink. As he sat down and lit up a ciggarette, he look up at the bartender and said, "Vodka, straight. Give me the bottle."

"Supers win! All fighters leave the arena. Another match is starting shortly." The announcer said. Coldfire dropped the troll he had been beating on. Around their flag was about 12 Trolls and Outcasts, all beaten to hell and back. As the forest dissapeared, the group of supers walked out to the lobby.

"Next fight starts in 15 minutes, Free for All battle royal." The announcer said as in the background the blood-thirsty crowd cheered.

Reminds me of my SG of my main villain.

As Coldfire got into view of the enemy flag, he saw a hellion run up with their own. "Who the hell is guarding our flag?!" Cold yelled landing and stabbing the hellion with his ice sword, "And why am I the only one getting the flag?!"

Cold rushed through the air and landed again with a thud at their own base and scored. He yelled out, "Someone get the flag, I'm watching the base!"