WhiteFireRodan
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Post by WhiteFireRodan on Jul 19, 2012 23:25:16 GMT -5
I sent him a note on Deviantart. Hopefully he posts soon. (Done and done. Stupid probability homework... ) Mathayus was pissed. Repeat: Mathayus. WAS. FUCKING. PISSED.He was hurting in places he didn't even know would hurt. He was bleeding so profusely that it's a miracle he can still even stand up. And not only that, part of his tail had now been torn off by that crazed demoness for whom he now harbors a loathing as deep as the sea. His anger, his rage, his hatred for anything and everything, poured through his body as he stood up shakily. He caught sight of Suchodon, lying crippled upon the ground, and his decision was made. The reptile couldn't even move, he hurt too much. Easy kill. The great scorpion opened his pincer-mouths, hungering for crocodile flesh, and charged. His attack was interrupted by Yuna; standing shakily, she had seen Mathayus coming her way and lashed out with her tentacles, pinning him to the ground. He could feel one of the tentacles smashing his head into the floor. But before she could strike, he lashed out at her torso, his pincers closing around her waist. She screamed in pain as the serrated edges sank deep into her flesh. He had no venom to spill, but the pincers themselves were powerful enough; with a secure anchor he wrapped his barbed tail, most of the length still intact, around her neck. The barbs dug into her flesh once more; screaming again, she collapsed as Mathayus twisted his tail, gouging his tail-legs deep into her flesh. Demonic blood poured thick and fast as he shifted his weight onto her back and prepared to rip into it. Then Onstlann's fist came down on HIS back. Mathayus turned on the demoness, his tail still wrapped around Yuna. With a cry of absolute fury, he launched himself at her and plunged his face into her torso, ripping into her with his toothy maw, slicing deep into her shoulders with his pincers. The attack constricted his tail even further, strangling Yuna; the scorpion felt the pull and suddenly yanked his tail upwards. Then he twisted in place. There was a loud CRUNCH as the two demonesses collided, Mathayus caught underneath; he managed to scuttle out of the way just in time as they collapsed in a mangled, bleeding heap. The Oceanic Acid snarled in triumph. The hole in the cage was now completely unguarded, everyone was too busy. Now he could destroy the terrified crowd freely. Because this time, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.
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Post by The Great MM on Jul 20, 2012 6:15:48 GMT -5
Chaos and ruin everywhere. The six combatants had taken everything they had and then some in what was now the most deadly match the UCA had ever seen. The monsters here would be remembered for an eternity for the devastating war they had just waged. Blood soaked nearly every square inch of the arena floor while the structure itself strained from the combat. All six monsters fought vigorously, but only one could be labeled the victor.
The voice of the UCA boomed over the battlefield. The man’s voice deafened out the crowds. “Attention monsters!”
His words made the combat cease. Even Suchodon rolled over, groaning as he listened.
“You all have fought valiantly and earned future places in the UCA Hall of Fame… But the combat is now over. We have decided a victor!”
As his words ended, the crowd began to cheer the names of who they believe should have won. “Suchodon! Harbinger! Onstlaan! Yuna!” And so on. Their chanting became so muffled it was hard to distinguish what anyone was saying.
“The winner of the Hell in the Cell match and first ever UCA Brawler Champion is… Harbinger!”
The crowd exploded into cheers as a great light fell onto the wounded behemoth. From the sky, as if being delivered from Heaven itself, a golden championship belt slowly descended. The gold plates attached to thick, black rubber. On the actual center plate, a clenched, clawed fist. The sign of a true brawler. Harbinger weakly reached up, crimson waves rolling down the kaiju’s muscular forearms. His hands closed around the belt, claws clanging on the unbreakable title. He roared in victory, his calls answering the chants of the crowd… "HARBINGER! HARBINGER! HARBINGER!"
And then it all went dark...
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(OOC: Personally, I'm surprised Harbinger won. However, he managed to deal out damage while nobody really seemed to focus on him with their deadly assaults. And nobody can leave... yet.
Nobody Post Exit/Responses)
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Jul 22, 2012 1:06:52 GMT -5
A series of teleporter beams fall from the sky. But they aren’t taking monsters back to their quarters. No, these beams are bringing more monsters into the arena. When the lights fade, all the fighters turn to look. Standing in the center of the arena are four new monsters, lined up nearly shoulder-to-shoulder.
The first almost resembles a noble white knight in appearance. His upper torso is covered in gleaming silver armor, and his head is covered with a masked helmet. His exposed skin and fur is pure white. Beautiful ivory feathered wings stretch out from his back, the leading edges of which are armored as well. A golden bow lays diagonally across his back.
Conquest.
To his left, a hulking red beast with his face covered by a gas mask. His left arm is robotic below the elbow, with a pair of chainsaws running its length. A pair of massive cannons are mounted on his back. His chest is covered with a metal plate, in the center of which is a circular opening. A large sword hangs is strapped to his left hip. The behemoth clenches his fists, his massive muscles bulging with power.
War.
Then to his left, a black-skinned being with very long arms. In a stark contrast to the previous creature, this one is little more than skin and bones. A tattered loincloth serves as his only clothing. A long, disgusting green tongue lolls out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. His long, bony fingers flex almost as if he’s groping the air.
Famine.
Finally, a skull-headed creature with very pale greenish skin. Each of his forearms has a large, upwards-curving blade protruding from it. His eyes are nothing more than red points of light within empty eye sockets. Despite the skull-like head, the rest of his body is very well muscled, but not to the point of being bulky. He wears tight black leather pants, with a large silver belt buckle engraved with a skull.
Death.
The Four Horsemen have arrived.
The monsters scattered around the arena stare at the newcomers, while the Horsemen simply stand there, unmoving. The crowd, which moments earlier was cheering loudly, has fallen completely silent. Seconds that seem like minutes pass, no one quite sure what exactly is going on. Then, the silence is broken.
Famine, head lowered, begins chuckling. The chuckle builds, eventually becoming full-on laughter. It finally crescendos in an utterly maniacal shriek as he throws his head back and his long arms out to his sides.
Behind him, a gigantic balance scale appears. Over 300 meters tall and glowing white, the scale is highly ornate, with intricate designs etched and cut all over its surface. The monsters all around the arena are surprised when their wounds seem to be engulfed in white flames. The flames don’t burn, and after a couple seconds they leap from the wounds and streak toward the weighing pans of the scale. The energy from Arc, Suchodon, Ontslaan, Yuna, and Mathayus all goes to the pan to Famine’s right, while the energy from Harbinger goes to the one to his left. Nothing happens for a few seconds, the gathered flames simply dancing in the pans. Then, the much larger flame gathered from the five monsters leaps over to the pan holding the energy from Harbinger, tipping the scale out of balance. The side now containing all of the flames drops, a hollow thud echoing through the area when it stops.
A moment later, Harbinger lets out a deafening scream as his body is rent asunder. His right arm and the end of his tail both fly off. His ribs crack. Dozens of new wounds simultaneously open all over his body, spraying blood everywhere in a gruesome display. The other five monsters turn around just in time to see the armored titan fall to the ground.
In that instant, every cut, every burn, every puncture, every blow that had been dealt to the other five monsters over the course of the battle had been inflicted upon Harbinger. The champion lays motionless and in a quickly-spreading pool of blood, in shock from the massive damage dealt to his body. A teleporter beam falls from the sky onto Harbinger, taking him to his regeneration tank so he doesn’t die.
As the light from the teleportation fades, the giant balance scale also disappears. Famine, who had been laughing this entire time, finally stops and lowers his arms back to his sides. The five remaining monsters seem frozen, still trying to figure out what just transpired.
Soon, Arc has had enough. The stoic monster lashes out with his flail, aiming for War. The red beast reaches up and catches the weapon by the chain. Before Arc can surge electricity through the chain, he’s yanked off his feet and sent sailing forward... and directly into War’s fist. The appendage comes down like a sledgehammer on Arc’s head, driving him down to the floor and nearly crushing his skull like a watermelon. Rust’s Shadow is knocked out cold. War stands back up to his full height and places a hoofed foot on Arc’s back, grinding down on it for a few seconds before taking his foot off and kicking the unconscious monster away.
Yuna is next. The she-demon begins to advance, tentacles flailing wildly. With flap of his beautiful wings, Conquest is airborne. The armor-clad Horseman draws his bow from his back and takes aim at the demon, a trio of flaming arrows forming as he draws the string back. Then, releasing the string, he lets fly the arrows. The flaming projectiles strike Yuna and explode, engulfing her completely in flames. The demon wails in agony, dropping to the floor and flailing as her flesh burns.
Onslaan roars and begins charging toward the group. Death rushes forward to intercept her. When they meet, the fiery beast attempts to swing her remaining arm, but Death is faster. In one swift motion, he slashes upward with his right blade, carving a vertical slice perfectly through the middle of her face. Before the blood can even begin to spray from the wound, Death spins and thrusts his left arm back, burying that blade deep into the glowing spot on Ontslaan’s chest. With blood spewing from her split face, the she-beast coughs up a wad of blood. Death then rips his blade from her chest, allowing her to collapse to her knees before falling over to the side.
Mathayus screeches and scurries forward, his four claws snapping eagerly. But the sea scorpion doesn’t even get close, as he’s engulfed in a massive explosion. He’s sent flying backwards through the air, trailing both smoke and blood, before crashing back down to the floor. War lowers his left arm, smoke rising from the rocket launcher on his wrist.
By now, Suchodon has finally managed to fight to his feet. Sheer willpower being about all that’s keeping him going at this point, he lifts his head and roars at the newcomers. His roar is cut off, however, when a trio of white energy arrows lance into his side. He stumbles to the side, the arrows remaining lodged in his flesh. Then they detonate. Blood and chunks of flesh rain down as Suchodon screams in pain, falling limply to the floor a moment later. Willpower can only do so much, and the reptile has suffered beyond that. Conquest, still hovering with gentle flaps of his wings, returns his bow to its position on his back.
Conquest and Death return to their initial positions next to War and Famine. The Four Horsemen have left a scene of utter destruction in their wake. The unconscious bodies of five monsters lay scattered around the arena, all of them terribly wounded. Teleporter beams fall from the sky onto the fallen monsters, taking them to their respective regeneration tanks for recovery. The Horsemen stand in silence for several long moments, before another set of beams fall from the sky to take them away as well, leaving the awestruck crowd to murmur amongst itself.
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