((*Screams at the top of his lungs so people will notice him*
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..............Hi...))
((Hey there.
I'm waiting on Soviet. 
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((GAH!))
Marcus roared in pain as one of the spines stuck right into his left shoulder, rendering that arm useless.
He struggled to fire a pistol at Schizo's exposed brain.
((Now we're waiting for Hal.))
"Aaaagh!" Schizo yelled as the bullet connected. "I'm dying! I'm dying! Noooooo!" He sank to the ground. . .
And then abruptly shot at Marcus, thorns flying from his hands. "Or not," he cackled, his spit geyser coming around for one last run at Ian. "Sadly, I'm afraid my brain really isn't a weak point. Whatever the hell THAT is."
Thorns riddled Marcus' armor, but he had one last trick up his sleeve --
An HE grenade.
"Goodbye." He smiled, flicking it to detonate-on-contact and throwing it at Schizo's face...
Being slowed, Ian couldnt dodge the spout of spittle and was thrown halfway across the arena. He could barely get to his feet, feeling half frozen and dizzy with queasiness. He nearly wanted to vomit but he kept himself stable.
((Are you going to do anything with the Coralax or can I just beat on it?))
(OOC: What the heck is an HE grenade?)
((My gosh Hal, make a check list of your RPs and update 
...))
((HE = High Explosive.))
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((HE = High Explosive.))
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(OOC: So throwing one at someone...wouldn't you consider that...uh...deadly force?)
((Well, a shotgun blast to the face doesn't seem all that deadly to Schizo, so I'm running out of gung-ho military weapons...))
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((Well, a shotgun blast to the face doesn't seem all that deadly to Schizo, so I'm running out of gung-ho military weapons...))
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(OOC: Shotgun blasts to the face in this RP have significantly less effect)
((I thought all attacks are toned down by the dampeners to just below leatal levels so it's possible to damage someone(higher base damage, closer to leathal levels). If not then you have to balance out defenses along with offensive. Like if one of my characters took on Reishi but their attacks are weakened along with a combination of Reishi's impossibly fast regeneration. That's pretty much a "You can't win" situation which doesn't seem very fair.))
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((I thought all attacks are toned down by the dampeners to just below letal levels. If not then you have to balance out defenses along with offensive. Like if one of my characters took on Reishi but their attacks are weakened along with a combination of Reishi's impossibly fast regeneration. That's pretty much a "You can't win" situation which doesn't seem very fair.))
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(OOC: Why do you think I've only had Reishi fight in a limiter-less battle?)
((That seems kind of backwards....I thought the limiters were in place *because* of Reishi.))
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((That seems kind of backwards....I thought the limiters were in place *because* of Reishi.))
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(OOC: Not the only reason, but if we keep going Reishi's fights would have a bit of an...interesting method of deciding a victor)
((Sorry. I'm in too many RPs. 
))
"OW!" Schizo yelled, the grenade exploding in his face.
When the smoke cleared, Schizophrenias was floating in midair still, but his head was gone.
"Hey!" said Schizo as he comically felt around for his head. "You blew my head off!"
At which point the teleporter warped him out of the match.
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"No fair!" Schizo yelled at Hallucinogen. "Can't they wait until my essence is completely destroyed?" His head was still gone; he had neglected to reform it.
"Dangit," Hal moaned, "I'm trying to rest. Don't make me think about how the tournament rules apply to you. My head hurts enough as it is."
"Yay! We won!" Ian shouted in triumph with Marcus. "And I didn't even get beat up that bad."
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"Yay! We won!" Ian shouted in triumph with Marcus. "And I didn't even get beat up that bad."
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No sooner did Ian finish his statement than the Grandmaster appear, knocking both victors across the arena grounds.
"It's time to test you pathetic children!" he exclaimed to everyone, "Do any of you have the guts to defeat me, the Grandmaster?!"
"I was afraid of this," Annette sighed, "Chihaya, get Sousuke and Reishi on standby."
"HEY!" Schizophrenias yelled as he rushed out into the stands, although it was unclear how, as his head was still not there. He seemed to have decided it was some sort of fashion statement. "NO FAIR! I wanna fight the Grandmaster! I WANNA!"
Hallucinogen floated out after him, carried by his Phantasm. "Ugh," he groaned, rubbing his head. "For crying out loud! Just shut up already!"
The two of them took seats as far away from each other as possible, and waited to see what would happen.
"Then FIGHT me!" the Grandmaster yelled, "ANY and ALL may fight The Grandmaster!"
(OOC: No limiter. This guy embodies the power of the arena, so he is immensely powerful. No limit on number of fighters either.)
"Nooooo. . ." Hal moaned. "Please, my headache is bad enough."
"YAY!" Schizophrenias yelled, floating out into the arena, still headless.
"Hmm, eager, aren't we, Pharaoh," said Moonscribe as he appeared beside the madman. His hands were poised on his invisible keyboard, ready to type.
"Enough of this," Gabriel said, flying in his Nova form next to Moonscribe. "The sooner this ends, the shorter a time I will have to endure this meaningless violence."
Hallucinogen facepalmed. "Why can't we just all play cards or something?"
((EDIT: In case it's not clear, Hallucinogen isn't fighting him.))
Gabriel was the first to feel the raw power of the Grandmaster. The ground beneath him shook, and the air seemed to ripple as the Grandmaster's fist connected with Gabriel.
(OOC: I have a deus ex machina up my sleeve if you'd like)