The Lord of Rags suddenly exploded in a storm of what he was. Rags.
They all fluttered up towards the sky skiff, and crammed their way past the wind shield, and INTO THE COCKPIT along with the captain.
The Lord of Rags reformed directly on top of the poor captain. Not only was he completely obscuring his view, but his katana flashed out from nowhere, and was seconds away from cutting off the sky raider's head. Due to the very small space available, it was unlikely the sky raider would be able to escape the blow without leaping out of the sky skiff.
"Hey!" Experiment shouted, pulling backward. His jets pushed hard against the platform, sending him into the sky. He spread out his arms, his right covering in spines as he then threw his arm toward the Raiders. The spines on his right arm released, sending poison-tipped spikes at the first Sky Raiders in range.
He then began flying to the side to avoid the inevitable incoming fire. He then flipped yet again, and held his right arm toward the closest Sky Raider that he could hit. "Alrighty then, buddy. How 'bout this... You go down fast, I don't rip your skin apart, and, in response, have a few shotgun shells, explosives, and most likely, a nice whack on the head from a rifle. Win-win situation."
Vasquez looked around him as the arena exploded. He smirked.
The Mercenary clicked four grenades off of his belt and held them up for the crowd to see, shaking them in his hands and getting more applause.
The commando then, in a smooth motion, dropped all four of his Toxic Grenades onto the ground next to him and pulled down a military-grade gas mask over his face. As the noxious gasses exploded around the area, the Merc began to fire single slugs at the Sky Skiff, not really caring that Rags was inside of it at the time.
*statement was retracted*
((H'ok, Vasquez is still firing slugs at the Skiff then.))
Bizzmereo looked around for more foes, he saw two oncoming...and shooting.
"CRAP!" he shouted "How much ammo can you have??" he began just dodging the AP rounds until he got a clear shot, "Well you just made a bad move.
He sidestepped and his wristbands glowed with power. He launched a massive ball of lightning at him and just hoped it hit.
OOC: Actual post will come tomorrow, I have stuff to read.
But Lazzarus, what you did is a big no no. This one is another my bad, since I haven't explained the rules as much as last time, mainly because I already explained them all back in the first thread.
If your guy isn't in the fight, he can't get in the fight unless I say so. This is due to the powerful shield that protects the crowd from anything coming out of the arena and also keeps things out. Consider the shield as powerful as the metal the arena is made of, as in it requires more force than any one can bring to bear to break it. It also blocks teleportation and that sort of stuff.
If you want to get into the fight after one has started, then you should talk with the gladiator receptionist near the front of the building. Everyone has to talk with him to get into a fight, I just had us all skip that process this time. So you just talk with him, you can have him say yes, then you go into the ready room and wait for me to post the announcer calling you out. The other side will get some reinforcements of their own, of course.
So that's how things work with that. But also, a golden rule: No one-shotting of anything.
I decide whether the NPCs live or die, you guys decide whether your guys live or die. I will try and keep things fair, you guys try and keep things fair. Capiche?
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((caphiche!!!! 
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got it! I just couldn't resist a good battle.
Lazzarus was itching to join on the fight but there no way around the shield. His blood boiled thinking that it might be time to talk to someone in charge. Watching all of the blood only made him want to just touch it and enjoy in it's sticky warm embrace. So he approched the gladiator receptionist near the front of the building. "Put me in!" He screamed.
OOC: Muuuuch better folks. Thanks for being reasonable. And if you guys are ever worried that I'll get mad at you for doing something you're planning to do, just send me a PM or something.
BIC: The pretty blonde receptionist blinked up at Lazzarus for a moment before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a sheet of paper.
"Just fill out this form," she said as she handed Lazzarus a pen. "After you've filled out the neccessary information, just sign your name at the bottom and let me scan your ID into the database."
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"What the hell?" Fawkes cursed as the rags began working their way into his cockpit through the air vents. The seal between the cockpit pane and the chasis was air-tight, but the vents hidden on the outside of the skiff were vulnerable.
Fortunately for Fawkes, the sky skiffs were designed to work in hostile conditions, so a flick of a switch could cause the skiff to switch to its internal air supply, closing off the air vents and keeping most of the bizzare hero out.
Cursing all meta-humans as his skiff began shaking from repeated hits, Fawkes shot forward and executed several barrel rolls, trying to shake off the Lord of Rags since his weapons couldn't reach the hero where he was.
The raider that Bizzmereo blasted, not anticipating the electrical assault, jerked and twitched as the electricity crackled over his body and shorted out his jetpack. As the unconscious soldier tumbled down through one of the gaps in the floor, the other four members of his squad split up, each of them blasting off in one of the four cardinal directions before curving around and arching toward Bizzmereo. One raider flew underneath the platform that the hero was on and prepared to come up from behind him, the Captain drew his machete and came at Bizzmereo from above, and the other two Wing Raiders shot around to the sides and opened fire. They would stop shooting once the Captain got close enough to attack, as they didn't want to hit their ally.
In response to Ruladork's taunt, one of the Jet Bots leaped down from its perch and landed in front of the brute. The android attatched its flamethrower to its back with magnetic clamps and then crouched down into a fighting stance. It crooked one finger at Ruladork in an unmistakable "Bring it" gesture. The second Jet Bot left its partner to handle the Rularru and instead jumped down to land near to Vasquez.
The Jet Bot aimed, pulled the trigger, and with a loud whoosh the liquid fire from the flamethrower was being spewed at the mercenary.
"Stay clear of the gas!" the second Captain shouted as Experiment's spine cut through his arm and punched a hole in one of the wings of his jetpack. The officer wobbled in the air and grimaced in pain, but he still managed to stay afloat and even ripped off a burst of fire at the hero. It was inaccurate, to say the least, but the other four Wing Raiders took this as a cue to open fire with another barrage at the armored scrapper.
OOC: I think I got everyone. If I missed you, sorry. Also, Soviet, what do those toxin grenades do and how quickly do they spread?
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((They're basically poison gas traps in grenade form, and they spread relatively quickly.))
Vasquez sprinted away from the Jetbot's flamer, reaching back a hand and pulling a cord on his backpack --
Which turned out to be fake! As retractable wings shot from his Jetpack, Vasquez took flight, just out of reach of the flames, and threw down a frag grenade at the bot.
((Ironically, the Sky Raiders themselves provided jetpacks for Drechi and all of his men.))
Oh..lovley." Bizzmereo said as they switched formations, He imiedetly leaped to another platform and blasted at the captain.
but then almost instantly put up an eneregetic shield just in case for AP rounds decided to show up.
OOC: Just for the record, Lord of Rags is a villain. Stalker. Just thought I'd mention.
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The storm of rags would not be denied. They kept pressing against the bullet-proof glass frame of the sky skiff.
To Commander Fawk's probable horror, the glass slowly began to crack under the pressure being applied to it by the rags.
Then, he observed something from the right view. Two very small rags were fluttering away from the main storm.
They were hefting a large katana through the air. They lowered it, so the buisness end was pointing firmly at him.
Then the two little rags shot forward, and the blade was centimeters from shattering the glass and dicing Fawks.
((Time to jump right into the fray))
Fenrir walked silently into the reception hall. With small flares of electricity shooting from his bodh he went up to the small, thin women, and trying not to frighten her, said in a rough voice, "I would like to join in this fighting tournament of yours."
((Fenrir is a hulking, wolflike brute, who is Stone/Electric))
OOC: The form being given is just the standard stuff. Name, age, height, address, powers, next of kin, that sort of stuff. You don't even really have to list all that information when you post filling it out.
BIC: "Fill out this form, sir," the receptionist said with nary a blink at the large werewolf that had walked up. "A fight is going on right now. You have the option of joining in directly or watching from the ready room and waiting for the next fight. As long as your Threat Level card is successfully scanned, of course."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"There you are", he said, handing the women the form. "I would like to join the rumble if I may?" He handed the women his card, and then, after being scanned proceded into the arena.
"Heh, this oughta' be fun"' he said, loosening up. He then charged at one of the Sky Raiders. "Let's see how you like this!" he said as he threw his stone mallet at the flying dude, hoping he hit him.
Experiment gasped, hurling his hands up over his face. A cloud of darkness spread over him, absorbing most of the bullets in the air, but a single bullet penetrated his right hand. "Aah!"
He recoiled, grasping his hand in pain. He growled, and glared upward. "Alrighty then... Let me show you something I like to call 'Spine-sweeper!'"
Spines ejected yet again from his arms, and he took a single, bracing step back. Then, as if in a flash of speed, he leaped forward, spinning and slashing wildly in midair, striking at the estimated position of every Sky Raider he could reach.
((Think 'Ripper' but, you know, fancy and VERY fast.))
"Ruladork bring now," the Brute said, and his form blurred and began to vanish from view entirely, energy cloaking his presence even as he lurched forward and loosed a massive Knockout Blow right at the Jump Bot. His mishapen fist would not even be visible by the time it hit.
OOC: Sorry this took so long, folks. RL issues.
BIC: Ignoring the noxious fumes swirling around it and the explosion that dented in a portion of its chest, the Jump Bot Incinerator ignited its thrusters and leapt up into the air after Vasquez. As the droid sailed through the air, it aimed with one hand and fired a gout of flames as it went past the commando. The droid then landed in a crouch on another platform and immidiately pushed off again, arcing toward Vasquez in another flaming run.
The Captain tried to change course to keep up with Bizzmereo, but the burst of electricity threw him off. Landing on the platform where Bizzmereo had just been, the Captain skidded along on his armored knees as his jet pack switched off temporarily. Coming up on one leg, the Captain aimed and fired at the hero.
The round was purposefully shot high, but hopefully it would serve to distract Bizzmereo long enough for the Wing Raider that had come up behind the hero to slash him in the back with his machete.
Fawkes snarled angrily as the Lord of Rags refused to let go and slammed his fist into a pair of buttons.
"See how you like this, you freak!" the commander shouted as the two white pods attatched to his skiff fell downward.
Halfway down to the platform underneath them, the pods unfolded to reveal another pair of Jet Bots. Their jets flared for a few seconds to allow for a safe landing and then they almost immidiately jumped back up into the air. They landed on Fawkes' sky skiff on either side of the Lord of Rags. One hand from each droid lashed out and grabbed the katana by its blade, halting the sword from breaking through the glass. Then, the right Jet Bot pulled back its other fist and punched at the Lord of Rags' center of mass.
Fenrir's mallet hit the lead Wing Raider at about the same time that Experiment's spine wave did. The flying soldier didn't stand a chance and tumbled silently to the ground, his chest smashed in, before his body flashed and disappeared, medi-ported to safety. The rest of the squad managed to take the spine hits with considerable more composure and then scattered, so as to keep Experiment from doing that again.
Two of the remaining Wing Raiders dive bombed Experiment, peeling off at the last moment to clear the way for the other Wing Raider and Captain to nail the hero with a pair of aimed shots.
The Jump Bot that Ruladork punched flew backwards and crumpled against the edge of the platform that it had initially jumped from. One hand spun about and grabbed onto the edge, keeping the droid from falling, while the other hand once more aimed in the direction that Ruladork was and loosed a wide angle burst of flames.
And for some odd reason, Fenrir was being ignored. Also, but not really odd, the Sky Raider team door had opened.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Ruladork's energy shield flickered as it struggled to absorb the flames, but it was clearly under stress, and Ruladork appeared to be being slightly scorched now as he leaped onto the platform the Jump Bot was hanging from, going right through the flames.
The energy cloaked him again, making it difficult to see exactly when it was that his arms came down on the Jump Bot in a powerful haymaker attack, declaring "Ruladork smash all piggies at once."
The punch hit the central mass dead on.
Nothing happened. His metal hand tore straight through, but the rag man didn't even flinch.
Then, there was a flash of silver...
The jump bot that had grabbed the blade suddenly realized its fingers had fallen off.
The Lord of Rags took his sword up again, and this time aimed at the nearest jump bot. He cut in a downward motion which curved, performing a lethal dragon's strike technique. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for the jump bot, being armored and all, but the sneaky thing about the technique was that it could strike critical hits even when the Lord of Rags wasn't hidden.
Vasquez took flamethrower blasts quite poorly, seeing as how he was human. Realizing that another go might crisp more than just his skin, the Mercenary responded with a classic fire-defeating weapon.
A pack of Cryogenic Grenades exploded suddenly and with force, N2 gas flash freezing everything that got near the Merc.
"Haha!" Bizzmereo laughed to himself, he knew that the other raider was coming up behind him, he wasn't that dumb. within a matter of seconds he had spun in a complete 108 degrees and threw a two-handed broadsword at the raider. then launched another blast of energy at the captain.
"that should teach you to try to sneak up on me." he said with a chuckle
((oops...thought you said somthing about missiles in the post..
srry bout killing your peons..haha 
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