Championship Round: Division One!

[Garoten Reklor]

--Legends of Dragonia: Tournament 2006--

Esperanza Edition:

Championship Round: Division One

Viva la Dragonia!

Match: Jimmy, Cham, Nishaio, Zolomon
Final Score: 2 - 1 - 4 - 3
Location: Nasrad
Starting Date: Thursday, November 9th, 2006
Ending Date: Friday, December 1st, 2006
Judges: Kilix, Falkan

Reminder - Be aware, this match is very different from the others in several ways: First, this is a four person match! Technically, it is a free-for-all, but the fighters may form alliances or stand alone as they wish. Second, the round will last longer than the previous matches. Due to the increased number of fighters, an extra week has been given to the usual two-week limit. (Note, to avoid confusion, please post in turns, if possible. It will help both the fans and the judges keep track of what's going on.) Third, this is a last-man-standing round. If a fighter has reached a point where he can no longer continue, he will be transported off the battlefield. (Note: The judges will be keeping close tabs on the match and will have the authority to declare a fighter out, if necessary). If the match time ends with all four fighters still standing, it will be judged on the usual criteria. Otherwise, there is only one rule - ytou WILL BE DISQUALIFIED if you kill another fighter. Anything short of that goes.

Be sure to include your surrounding area; remember, YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING ON THE TOURNAMENT GROUNDS! The first person to post can set any additional conditions, such as the weather or the exact location of where the two are fighting, to further the environment. Also, be creative with what you do, and be sure to have fun! The winner of this match will be named Tournament 2006 CHAMPION! Good luck to you all.

[chameleon]

Chameleon had been sitting in Shizuka's room talking with her when he was teleported away unexpectantly. The only reason he feels that he's in this round is because two of his opponants didnt show up, earning him the whole points, and some of the spectators felt it was their duty to inform him of that fact too, in case he forgot.

Cham felt the familiar lurching in his stomach as he was teleported to the continent of Nasrad. He came ground and a hot wave of air and humidity hit him like a sack of rocks. He immediately removed his coat and gloves. He was already wearing the dark brown shorts that Kihaku made him buy, and was thankful for that. At his hip he had his green sheethed sword, strong, durable, another gift from Kihaku. Cham checked it to make sure it was clear of its sheath. He was really nervous about this fight. Not to mention a bit surprise it started this early, he wasnt expecting it. He had just gotten done with training. He rested enough from sitting and talking with Shizuka, but he might be getting tired out faster than he would at his best.

"And my luck, my opponants wont show up." He knew that killing was not allowed in the tournament and would signal for a disqualification, but that didnt mean it couldnt happen. Kihaku always reminded him that his opponants could implement some techniques that could make Cham wish he was dead. What did Cham have? His Channeled Force? That was only good if he used it to heal others, not himself. "I'll just have to do my best..."

He stared around at this desolate wasteland and felt sad for the few vegetation that did survive on this continent. He walked over to a nearby leafless gray tree and put a hand to the bark. His hand began to glow as he applied his Channeled Force web to the tree, trying to heal it's wounds. When he removed his hand, the place were he touched it looked to be a bit more brighter and healtheir, but it faded back to gray really quick, leaving it just as before. "Pour souls... may you be rebourn again anew." Cham whispered in a prayer his people often said on his home planet of Elicoori.

He walked out into the flat of the scortched, scarred Dragonia soil and decided he would rest until the other opponants arrived, or with his rotten luck, never arrived and he would be teleported back to the hotel. He thought of many things, mostly Shizuka though. He wished she was here by his side to help him in this fight, but she didnt score enough points over all to qualify he guessed, because she wasnt there. 'She'll be rooting for me', he thought to himself. 'that's all I need to go on.'

[Jimmy Claymore]

Jimmy was sitting huddled on the floor, the hot desert air whipping around him and dust being hurled in a swirling pattern around him. His hands were clawed and he held his head firmly breathing heavily, his eyes flickered and flashed crimson, his teeth were sharpening, his canines looked longer than usual but slowly were shrinking as he forced his Demon Side into remission. He scrambled clumsily at the ground and swallowed hard as he sat up. He shook his head to clear it, his sword was laying behind him and so was his jacket. He breathed in unevenly then exhaled slowly to calm himself, he was a little shaky but he soon had his jacket on again and the sword in place. He rolled up the sleeves and flapped the jacket to cool himself off, Nasrad was a baking hot place, huge sheets of rock and dust lay around the area. He couldn't remember arriving, only having a fit at some point of his last fight, he couldn't remember changing but he'd gone into Dark charge and started writhing around. He saw someone in the distance through the dust, he couldn't make them out at first. He clicked his tongue and focused on splitting the dust around them, it looked like he was standing in the middle of a small storm and he was fine. He looked a lot less like a fighter than everyone else he'd seen, someone who looked like him in a weird way. He kind of half-heartedly waved at him and stepped forward out of the small storm.

He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but he knew his Demonic Side was growing stronger, he'd need to keep calm for this fight. He looked silently at this opponent and readied himself for anything by subtly tensing himself, he'd definitely need to focus.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Whheeeee!!! *dances around* I made the champ round! I made the champ round! *wiggle wiggle*

...

Err... Good luck..? )




The already familiar sinking feeling suddenly kicked in and sent a jolt through Zolomon's body, tensing his muscles for a split second, and his dark, brooding eyes were momentarily blinded by the scorching sun which made his skin feel quite uncomfortable for a short moment until his body adapted to the sudden change of surroundings.

Ironically, the last and most anticipated trip was the shortest, the teleportation device not even taking him off the island where everything was hosted. Nasrad wasn't too large a place, yet it wasn't too small for Zolomon to go wild. Heck, he had been quite reserved on demolishing large quantities of terrain in his last fights, so it would be fine, if even the entire island went straight to hell at the vampire's whim. Then again, he wasn't quite in the mood for that any more. In his opinion there had been far too much jerking off in this so-called tournament, when two of his fights barely happened, one was cut much too short and the fourth was the only one worth remembering. Zolomon had been pissed before but now he just felt... tired. This thing had worn him out with barely anything to do and, for the first time in his life, he wasn't really up for a fight.

That isn't to say that he was not participating, sure as hell he was. And even if he were to go down, his kicks, punches and bites would be felt long after this whole thing was over. Probably, out of everyone here, he was the most inclined towards homicide. At least that's what it looked like, judging from where he was standing. There were two boys, both of which Zolomon had seen previously. One was the pussy he had seen in the forest some time ago, the other he had met just before joining the tourney after some ruckus on the streets. 'This is the winner's division?' Zolomon thought and sighed. How the hell did this happen?

He reached for the handle lodged into his Longsword blade and placed it into the scythe, there would be no fooling around this time. If he was lucky, things would end with just the scythe, yet, as his long life had proven many times over, he wasn't usually lucky. For a moment Zolomon stood still, the gentle yet hot breeze blowing across his winded face as the desolate lands of Nasrad were etched into his memory like a faded black-on-white sketch, the general lack of life something Zolomon found particularly pleasant. His long coat billowed in the wind as he opened it, then in one swift and sudden movement pulled out his scythe, raising it high above his head as it suddenly grew to full size, changing the color to a blood-red and changing shape to a rather menacing-looking weapon, the end of which resembled a bloodied skull, a decoration Zolomon found quite attractive.

A split second later the blade quickly yet just barely touched the ground several feet from Zolomon, while he held it by the very end and drew a quick circle. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the scythe up, then with a number of movements most couldn't count without a slowed replay drew a rather complicated-looking pentagram on the ground beneath his feet, fitting exactly inside the circle. He raised the weapon straight up, standing exactly in the center of his 'drawing' and flames shot upwards from each corner of the star, setting the entire weapon ablaze with the flames of hell. Zolomon didn't mind the fire, but he would love it for someone else to try and wield it. The screams of agony always made him feel like thanking himself.

He took a few deliberately loud steps so as to notify the two fighters of his presence and took a battle stance, motioning for them to come at him. "Let's get this show going, shall we?"

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The viewers sat back and relaxed while trying to keep the tension inside under wraps. Here it goes...

[Tidus Revok]

Fresh from yet another forfeited round, Nishaio Shimato appeared on the field last out of the four Division One fighters. Wordlessly he surveyed the blasted, desolate area, as well as his three enemies. His purpose for entering the tournament had been accomplished long ago, in round one - Pravent the Android was destroyed - but he had remained in with hopes of encountering the one who called himself a V'alcan again. Not only had he been the only opponent Nishaio had deemed worthy of fighting on this planet, but there was also some connection between him and Pravent. It bore investigating.

The Falcome's emotionless face covered the disappointment he felt in surveying his new opponents. Two boys, neither of which seemed especially intimidating, and another man who at least looked like he meant business. Nishaio watched while the pale man drew a circle around himself and issued a challenge. It was tempting to ignore the boys and attack the challenger right away, but Nishaio knew better than to take the obvious course.

With slow, silent deliberation, Nishaio took up his bow and knocked an infernal arrow. Then he took a few steps backward and chose his first target...the more threatening looking of the two boys would do.

In a motion faster than even the Esperanzan's incredible cameras could capture, Nishaio fired the arrow at Jimmy, then drew a sword with his right hand...and attacked the boy with it while the arrow was still mid-flight. Three slashes later, he was back to his original position with a second arrow knocked...and the first just reaching Jimmy's place.

Bow drawn and ready to fire, Nishaio waited to see how his fellow fighters would respond to the display of speed.

[chameleon]

Cham saw Zolomon, a man he met from a while back in the woods, the man he just knew he didnt like one bit. His flashy little fire dance was impressive, but Cham was taught from Kihaku that he should never be intimidated by an opponants 'flashy' moves. Cham readied the design for the lighning web in his head. His newly aquired skill that he was proud of, not to mention it was pretty powerful.

His hands glew a bright green as a few flashes sparked and he sent a rather noticable bolt of lightning at Zoloman, Channeled Lightning. Since the other two seemed to be fighting, this would be Cham's turn to go against Zolomon. The bolt of lightning was definitely not as strong as a naturally made bolt, but it could still do some damage. Still a little shocked himself by the bolt, Cham drew his sword and sprinted towards Zolomon, not as fast as Nishaio had at Jimmy. For all the harsh training that Kihaku had put Cham through, he wasnt going to go down without a fight.

Zolomon had bugged Cham from the moment they met, he didnt know why, but he knew he couldnt trust the man. One this Zolomon had that was against him is that he knew Cham when he was very weak, so he could easily underestimate how much stronger Cham had gotten. He was even able to lay a couple hits on Kihaku. Granted, he probably wasnt as strong as any of the three fighters, but Cham was smart, he wouldnt be going down so easily. Kihaku taught him well on how to evade attacks or take the damage in certain parts of your body which will hurt you the least.

His goal in starting this tournament was the prize money so he could open his own doctors office and begin a new life, but that goal took a small side-step. Right now he was fighting for Shizuka and Kihaku, he wanted to make them proud of him. He knew Kihaku wouldnt be surprised if he lost, he told Cham as much, but if Cham gave it his all, even if Kihaku didnt say anything, he knew he'd be proud. Shizuka would be for him no matter what.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Jimmy felt an odd sense of something coming towards him, he saw the other two fighters and as the fourth one came towards him he flicked out his sword lightning fast, he parried each blow by using border-line Teleportation to move his arm faster than he would normally do. He teleported away above them and using his telekinesis caught the arrow, in mid-flight, he was annoyed at being randomly selected and hurled the arrow at the attacker, the Telekinesis doubled its speed as it rocketted after the attacker, aimed for the second arrow he had readied. He recognised one person, the man with the flaming sword had met him in Esperanza, he might know about his Demon Side. He gulped and focused his minds into Telekinesis mode, a trickle of blood ran down his nose but the ground around them all started to swirl in soft patterns, he threw a hand forward and an invisible wave of froce shot towards the guy who'd shot the arrow, only the feeling of air would be an alert for him. To try and cover all his bases he tried to kick some dust at the Man holding the Flaming Swords with TK and turned his hand to look at the last one. He looked contemplative for a bit then turned away from him, he couldn't hit this guy. He was like him, he just didn't have the Demonic abilities. He knew he had no choice, he'd probably need to start using Dark Charge if he had a chance, he gulped and thought wildly, he had just had a Demonic Episode without transforming this normally meant that he had a better chance of not turning. He didn't have a choice!

A field of Telekinesis began to swirl around him, forming a bubble of unstoppable force and Dark Flames of Ki flickered around him. His blood pumped around his body faster and his heart-beat increased. His loose clothes and hair moved in the updraft, he opened his mouth slowly and a soft growl came out before with a sudden tensing of his muscles his aura burts into dark red flames, licking and raging around the boy as he slowly raised his glowing red eyes.
"Dark Charge..." He tensed his muscles again and his image flickered, he was ready to teleport again if he saw an attack coming in.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Note1 - Please don't call me Zoloman... it annoys the crap out of me... thank you...
Note2 - Just in case I wasn't specific enough in the description, I'm letting everyone know that it's a flaming Scythe, not sword or swords. Just so there wouldn't be any problems afterwards.
oktybb ^^ )



It seemed like Zolomon had a knack for starting conflict, as was evident this time. Just as soon as he appeared all hell broke loose, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing at all. In the blink of an eye the fourth fighter had appeared, arrows were flying, so was one of the kids, sand was being kicked about and even the little brown-haired kid seemed to be up to something. The vampire felt proud with himself and let out a chuckle of satisfaction.

Zolomon raised a brow when he saw the speed with which the guy with the blonde afro attacked the darker kid, but there wasn't time for admiration as the boy Zolomon remembered being called Chameleon (although the vampire usually referred to him as 'pussy') launched his own attack. Zolomon's eyes were averted from the other two fighters and his sights became focused on the strange green light in Chameleon's hands. 'What the shi--' but suddenly his thoughts were cut short when a thick cloud of sand hit the vampire's eyes.

Besides a multitude of R-rated curses and promises of delivering pain and suffering came a rather ungraceful tumble backwards, but thanks to it Chameleon's bolt just missed Zolomon's head, instead hitting the blade of his scythe and knocking the weapon from his hands. The scythe flew for over thirty feet before the blade lodged into the ground with a loud cling. In a flash the sand turned black and the smell of charred earth could be smelled even where Zolomon stood. Obviously there was a reason why flames of hell were restricted to hell only...

Zolomon's eyes flooded to pitch black, the abyss of hatred and evil showing clearly through, and he raised his head. Chameleon was charging towards him at full speed and Zolomon crouched down, resembling a beast more than he did man, his razor-sharp claws and fangs daring anyone to come and try something funny.

The boy had hardly left the impression of a seasoned warrior on Zolomon, but in some mystical way he had made it to the final round, and the vampire was quite curious as to what did he have up his sleeve. That lightning thing was cute, but not really something to get one to the finals of such a tournament. Zolomon bolted in the boy's direction, his speed most probably throwing him off for a split second, long enough for the vampire's elbow to make impact with the kids' gut, followed by a punch that purposefully went straight past Chameleon's face, the same arm returning with a wide sweep of claws that could easily tear one's face off. Right after it came a palm thrust to the kid's chest then a thrust-kick from below, as Zolomon had ducked and moved slightly forward, finishing the series of attacks with a powerful punch from both his fists, one aimed at Chameleon's chest, the other at his abdomen.

Zolomon skidded back, just about to assault the boy anew when his attention was drawn to his side. Something was amiss... The other kid he had seen before was hovering in the air and a menacing, dark aura was blotting out the light around him. Zolomon felt a shiver run down his spine for one of many possible reasons. It was evil... and strong... How strong was it? Was it stronger than him? Was it more evil than him? Should he be afraid? Should he avoid combat? Zolomon snickered on his own thoughts. Of course not... he would squeeze this encounter for all it's got. But not with his bare palms... Zolomon's eyes quickly found the large blotch of blackness in their surroundings and he dashed for it.

The ground had turned to coal and the unnatural heat was still burning more and more, until the hilt was grasped by its master and the blade was raised up, the fire increasing momentarily, as if greeting the one who wielded it. Zolomon gripped the blade tighter by the hilt and held it over his head so that the blade was pointing upwards, his left arm supporting the scythe on the other end just barely. This defensive stance had proven to be quite effective in Zolomon's fights, and he would test its design once more, bolting straight back into the heat of battle, ready for most anything.

[chameleon]

The speed in which Zolomon showed rattled Cham for a moment, but reprimanded himself for doing such a thing, for he suffered a blow to the gut, he recovered it time to pull his head back just in time to miss the sweep of claws, it snatching his chin a bit, leaving a nice cut across. Cham tightened his muscles in this cheast just in time to take the palm thrust with minimal damage but the kick from below was something he didnt think of right away. Both punches from Zolomans fists hit him, sending him flying backwards a couple feet from Nishaio.

Cham got to his feet and gave an annoyed sigh. "Dammit, that wont happen again..." Cham said giving a glance at Nishaio. Cham sent a small stream of Channeled Force at Nishaio to make sure that he would stay at his full strength, even though he may have only wasted very little energy. He wanted Nishaio to stay strong, for he could see that these other two, Zolomon and Jimmy, were using some dark auras.

"I'm not done with you!" Cham said launching towards Zolomon again. "His attention should probably have been for Nishaio or Jimmy, for they may possibly be easier targets than Zolomon. Cham didnt care, Zolomon was the one person among the three that he didnt fear. Sure, Zolomon was probably stronger, but Cham wasnt afraid of him. He certainly wasnt stronger than Kihaku, and Cham was able to get Kihaku to move quite a bit to stay out of Cham's reach. Cham might be amateur at fighting, but that didnt disqualify him from being able to do damage.

Cham met Zolomon's defensive stance with a quick sweep of his sword, followed by a powerful kick to his knee. Cham knew that this must be a defensive stance of Zolomon's so he had to go into offence. Cham jumped into the air and shot a large Ki ball at him followed by a 3 smaller ones. Cham landed back on the ground and shot towards Zolomon again ready to take him down.

Oddly enough, it wasnt Zolomon's demonic presence Cham coud plainly feel, it was Jimmy's, at it was a bit frightning. If Nishaio wasnt behind Cham to help him out, he hoped he was strong enough to break through at Jimmy.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Jimmy lowered himself to the ground with his aura flickering dark red, despite his surging emotions he could still notice that Zolomon had a great amount of Dark Energy, not like His Demon side, his was ingrained into him but as he was always in control this must have meant it wasn't the same, a small comfort, but he could clearly control it better. As the boy was fighting the man with Evil Energy, he guessed they must have been Zolomon from the matches descriptions, and the one with the bow Nishaio meaning the other one was Cham. Since it was a battle royale, one thing for it was to take the fight to as many as possible, he grinned at Nishaio and ran towards him, Nishaio was fast and anticipating his moving to one side he ran to counter this and as he got near enough to attack teleported suddenly behind him with a leg-sweep so his foot would be in the way of his escape path, and if he didn't run could still hit. With a quick spin he threw his hand down and shouted shouted[glow=green,2,300]"ONIKO!"[/glow]

The explosive green energy shot down and he quickly teleported away to land with a skid a few feet away from Zolomon and Cham. He grinned a little wickedly
"I've only just made this technique after it turned out a guy called Gareeku could get through the simple version, Be careful, I don't want to hurt you by accident" Jimmy's aura intensified but before anyone could decipher these cryptic words he slammed his palms down and bellowed
[glow=red,29,300]"OROCHI RYUUHAGAHARA!!"[/glow] With an explosion of Ki, a huge amounts of red Ki dragon heads burst from the ground wirthing, f;ashing red and circling in the sky for a moment before lunging into action. 8 wrapped around Jimmy in a protective caccoon of Ki, 8 surged forward snapping and clawing at Zolomon and another 8 snapping at Cham, each was blasting Ki from its mouth although it was little more than a weak aura. Jimmy had both hands plunged on the ground and sweat was dripping from his brow. He was actually manifesting three dragons with 8 heads each but it looked like 24, hopefully the intimidation factor would off-set his inexperience in controlling a vast number of Dragons.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Hmm... that's a nice OOC monologue I'm having... So... how's everyone doing? ^^ )

'What the hell?' was the first thought that went through Zolomon's mind as most all of his blows connected, sending Chameleon flying with the finishing double-blow. Zolomon retrieved his scythe and took a defensive stance, yet he couldn't quite figure if there was a point.

The flames on the scythe and Zolomon's cloak swayed slightly as a refreshing gust of wind swept over the dead plains, kicking up more sand, leaving Zolomon standing as a lone, black figure on a backdrop of sandy brown, and a bright red pillar of flame rising into the sky, slanted and jagged, growing taller and more menacing as the wind grew stronger. "I'm not done with you!" Chameleon shouted as he charged in Zolomon's direction.

"Pfft... bring it, dipshit!" Zolomon snickered back, though obviously not quite loud enough for Chameleon to hear. A smirk crept onto the vampire's face as the young boy approached, seemingly quite confident about his chances. Zolomon was baffled as to why he would be... First came a light, yet admirably swift swing, which Zolomon simply evaded by tilting his scythe upwards and letting Chameleon's blade glide between his arm and blade unhindered. The kick was easily deflected by the blunt end of Zolomon's scythe, possibly scorching the kid's foot.

Well, he was trying... he would give Chameleon at least that much credit. He jumped and attacked with four Ki blasts, the first quite a bit more powerful than the others. With a quick sideways roll Zolomon evaded the first blast, sliced straight through the two after with his blade, taking the last one in his left shoulder with a small explosion. The dust was quickly carried away by the powerful wind, however, and it was revealed that Zolomon hadn't moved from his spot, the place where he had been hit showing a burn mark on his coat for a short moment, then disappearing a few seconds after.

Zolomon greeted Chameleon's return to ground level with a powerful kick aimed square at his chest just before his feet touched the ground, hopefully making the kick pretty much unavoidable. He drew his scythe back for another swing when he suddenly heard a not-so-distant shout: "OROCHI RYUUHAGAHARA!!"

Zolomon whistled quietly when suddenly twenty-four dark red dragonheads burst from the ground nearby. "Impressive..." he murmured under his breath, admiring the quite beautiful sight of writhing energy manifesting in the form of dragons. He figured that pussy was probably pissing in his pants already, even he felt slightly intimidated. Eight of the dragonheads attacked him in a full-frontal manner, snarling and spitting Ki at him. Zolomon just chuckled and leaped straight into the thick of it, protecting himself from the dragon attacks with the scythe and infusing Jimmy's Ki with his own Dark Matter energy, effectively canceling out the energy the dragons were made of with his own signature power, however leaving the other two dragons for Chameleon and the blonde guy to take care of.

He quickly moved back, watching them struggle with their own dragon enemies, meanwhile contemplating on possible strategies. Several thoughts came to mind... and Zolomon smirked to himself.

[Tidus Revok]

Things were happening fast now - almost fast enough to impress even Nishaio. Still, these opponents were moving at a crawl so far. Since Jimmy's surprising catch and return of his arrow, Nishaio had been moving a little faster than usual, just to stay ahead of things. Suddenly a change in the air rang an alarm in the back of Nishaio's mind...just before a wave of energy slammed into him like a brick wall.

He skidded to a stop in the sand a good distance away and grunted in pain. Evidently his first target could pack a punch after all - and an invisible one at that. Taking note to remember that strange feeling of shifting air in the future, Nishaio knocked two infernal arrows and charged back into the fray. A strange feeling of being healed/energuzed washed over him...he caught the eye of the younger of the two boys and gave a slight nod. Clearly the boy, whom Nishaio reasoned must be the one named Cham, wanted to keep him in the fight. Seeing the other two opponents, it was an understandable sentiment. There had been a change in Jimmy since the initial attack, and now a feeling of unmistakeable evil huing in the air. As he came closer, Jimmy suddenly ran toward the Falcome, who responded by teleporting away. Judging by the explosive energy unleashed on his after image, it was a good thing. From his new position behind Zolomon, Nishaio fired his two infernal arrows point-blank at the vampire's back, then jumped and flipped over him and Cham, landing between Cham and Jimmy. The dark kid had just fired off another technique - now eight dragons were charging at Cham, and, consequently, Nishaio. In just under two seconds, eight arrows ad been drawn and fired at the dragons, which was made even harder on Nishaio since he had to dodge incoming ki blasts from the beasts all the while.

With a silent grin, Nishaio zipped off to the right of Jimmy, planning the demise of the dragons surrounding the boy. He reached into his quiver and drew one crystal arrow, then fired it in a perfect arc to land in the middle of the swirling dragon-boy formation. The near-atomic force of the arrow's explosive power would be more than enough to destroy the dragons and do a number on their master, providing it hit.

And Nishaio Shimato never missed.

[Jimmy Claymore]

The Arrow shot forward and if it had connected it would have done massive damage but with a sudden shift the Dragons parted and disintegrated exposing an after-image of Jimmy that exploded with the arrow as it struck. His Dark Charge had increased his mental powers and he was projecting the image of himself into his opponents minds, he could have caught it but for some reason he'd not felt like it. The audience would no doubt be wondering what had happened or why the other three couldn't see him. He had teleported much higher into the sky than before and his dark red aura was increasing, he looked at his hand and thought of his own power. He was always denying this, denying himself, and he never knew why. The release felt great, he could feel his energy increasing and the deep black stain of the Demon inside him spreading but his own mind was too deeply sealed to notice the change. Dark Green energy began to form around his hands and almost surreptitously his body began to feel different.

In the stands of the arena, Gabe stood up suddenly as she saw Jimmy. She clutched at her neck and gave a small choked noise
"No... Jimmy hold on, don't let go or you might... Hold on, Jimmy" she muttered fearfully watching the screen. She was trained to watch for signs and currently his Demonic energy was around 23%, if it increased to over 50 normally his Demon Form took over, but with the mental stress he was under, 30 or 40 could do it, and the Demon could increase the power himself from there... Gabe was gently helped down by some kind people sitting near her but she was still worried as anything. Jimmy was a special boy but if he lost control... she couldn't guarantee any of the other fighters safety.

Jimmy shot down quickly, his apprent demise shattered by explosive balls of Ki crashing into the ground around the other fighters, a few were aimed at them but none very well. He landed heavily with his legs bent inwards and chuckled softly to himself, suddenly he catapulted up and sprayed out, he looked like a puppet being moved by skillful hands wrapped in strings, his limbs shot out awkwardly, almost impossibly his fists and feet punching and kicking like a rag-doll. He went for Nishaio first with two punches and an awkward spinning kick whose appaling technique made up for with his strength, second Zolomon who he very inelegantly tried to head-butt, missing once and trying again a second time, seeming to ignore the pain it would cause himself. At last he dived at Cham and threw himself at him in a kind of body-slam but picking up and landing on his feet again a distance away still chuckling madly
"If you have any Transformations lined up... use them now... or I'm just going to keep moving my boy Jimmy like a puppet and not show you the real me" the voice sounded like Jimmy but at the same time it didn't, it sounded colder and ancient...

"No" Gabe whispered "He's not in control..." she closed her eyes and almost prayed "Please... stop him before he transforms fully"

[chameleon]

Cham couldnt believe that all his attacks missed Zolomon so easily. The pain that erupted in his foot from Zolomon's scythe was one of the worst he's felt in a long time, so be the fires of hell. His Ki blasts didnt seem to do anything either. For a moment he thought he saw one of his actually hit Zolomon, but when the dust cleared, it was gone. Cham managed to block the kick to his cheast with his left arm. The blow, however, made his left arm numb with pain and his body to fly backwards several yards from Zolomon.

He saw Nishaio fire a shot square at Zolomon but his attention was caught elsewhere to Jimmy yelling something Cham couldnt understand. A second later, Nishaio had jumped a between Cham and Jimmy. He had no idea where Zolomon could be. Before he could give it a second thought, several dragon erupted and shot towards Nishaio and Cham. Nishaio seemed to have made short work of his eight but Cham knew he didnt have as much tricks up his sleeve.

The first couple ki blasts Cham was able to knock out of the way with his sword, but many were still coming, Cham had to use his own ki as well as a bit of telekinesis to bearly keep the dragons' ki blasts from hitting him. A few managed to score their mark on him, dealing quite a bit of damage to Cham's shoulder, making him drop his sword, his stomach, making him double over, and finally, a nice clean shot at his side sending him spinning hard to the ground.

"Damn..." Cham said angrily as he slowly got back onto his feet. He still didnt see Zolomon, he must've been hiding. Cham was relieved when Nishaio was able to destroy the root of the dragon problems making them dissapear. He saw the arrow connect with Jimmy, at least he thought he did.

Then, all of the sudden, he saw Jimmy shoot down attacking Zolomon, who Cham had just noticed, then moving on to Nishaio, then, before he could fully react, the dragon ki blasts still having it's toll on his body, he took the body slam straight on. Laying on the groud, Cham knew he had no choice, he wasnt going to win this round at all. He heared Jimmy say something about using tranformations now, which made no sense to Cham what-so-ever.

Cham used the last of his Channeled Force energy and sent the last of his energy to heal the wounds of Nishaio, making sure he was as great off as he could be. The Channeled Force wouldnt bring him all the way back to health, for Cham just didnt have much energy left, but he was sure that it'd help him out a lot, which telling by the way things in the fight were going so far, he would need all the help he could get.

With the last amount of his energy out of his body, Cham slipped into unconciousness. Instantly, he was teleported off the battle field.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Hey, Cham, I'm sorry to see you go! It was cool as long as it lasted... ^^ )



Moments before the dragon heads appeared Zolomon felt something amiss, so he ducked and quickly rolled to the side, two arrows whistling just past his ear and soon bursting into a spinning, scorching fireball that consumed Zolomon's left arm for a moment, but he quickly canceled it out with the flames of his scythe, consuming the surrounding oxygen in an instant. Other than that, everything seemed to work just like he planned, his hand just a little burned, though not quite enough to be much of a bother.

Then there was a blast. The white light engulfed Zolomon completely, spitting him out like a bullet moments after, when the force of the near-atomic-level explosion was released. A moment later Zolomon realized he was on the ground, a Ki ball headed straight for his face. He rolled to the side and the blast exploded almost inside his ear, leaving a most annoying ringing noise for the next minute-or-so. Zolomon felt the effect for a moment, screwing with his balance bad enough for him to have a trouble staying on his feet.

The next thing he noticed was a gust of wind passing his face as Jimmy bulleted right by in a sadly ineffective head-butt. Zolomon turned with a wide grin on his face only to notice the same head coming right back at him. All he managed to do was raise his right leg, Jimmy's head going right into Zolomon's foot, knocking him back for at least thirty feet, the vampire ungraciously landing on his back with a dull thud. "Shit... that was strong.." he swore, his foot almost numb from the blow. Where was this power coming from? Was it the ominous aura he was feeling emanating from the young kid? So far it was proving to be quite potent... a good question was exactly how potent it was...

It seemed Jimmy wasn't focusing on any one opponent, more like aiming to take everyone out at once. He found his maniacal chuckle a little amusing, and his threats even more so. In the blink of an eye Zolomon was behind Jimmy, swinging the blunt end of his scythe at Jimmy's head with full force, then releasing a flurry of short jabs, aiming blows all over Jimmy's back, bolting back after it, swinging the scythe horizontally, an enormous tongue of flame sweeping across the ground where Jimmy was. Zolomon ducked, holding the scythe over his head in his defensive stance, whispering: "Come on... show me what you've got... don't give me your high-and-mighty bullshit..."

Zolomon was keeping a close eye on Nishaio, but at the moment Jimmy was his primary interest, the boy's powers piquing the vampire's curiosity. And there were only few more persistant than a curious vampire...