World Manipulator Tournament RP (Colosseum)

Danial watched as Xanatos as long as he could until the light was blinding but it made him relax and his mind was at ease. Then he was shocked to hear Xanatos's voice in his mind, at first he was confused at what he was talking about but he quickly caught on. Wind spiraled around Danial picking him up of the ground and gently setting him on the ground, he looked the hybrid in the eye and nodded, "Guess I have no choice in the matter you...did kill me. I Danial Summers yield this fight to Xanatos." Danial said keeping a cocky smile on his face even though he just surrendered.

Xanatos nodded and replied, "Fortune on your side." He didn't take his eyes off the boy, waiting to see just how it was that those who lost in the tournament were taken. It would prove beneficial to know the signs, should the unlikely happen and Xanatos found himself in Daniel's position some time in the near future. More and more, this tournament was revealing its hidden depth, and it would take some of his skill with strategy to achieve supreme victory.

Dominique awoke in a dark place he looked around he had lost but he was not home. He knew Pintar was lying to them at that moment his body became stiff. He tried to move but to no avail his body then turned to stone. There was nothing he could do he was trapped and had no idea how to get free.

Deathstar didn't want to stay in this place he wanted to find a way out he thought up a way to get out. He concentrated hard but he couldn't figure anything out he was smart but this perplexed him. He sat down on the dark floor thinking harder hen before it frustrated him.

Originally posted by XanatosForever
Xanatos nodded and replied, "Fortune on your side." He didn't take his eyes off the boy, waiting to see just how it was that those who lost in the tournament were taken. It would prove beneficial to know the signs, should the unlikely happen and Xanatos found himself in Daniel's position some time in the near future. More and more, this tournament was revealing its hidden depth, and it would take some of his skill with strategy to achieve supreme victory.

Pintar zapped Daniel back "Home" as said to the loser's of the tournament instead it was the Pintar Dimension without Xanatos knowing "the first winner of the first quarter is Xanatos" Daniel being "Sent back" left no trace of Daniel like he was never there "Please savor your victory Xanatos"

Originally posted by The Scenario
"Only half correct," Jerixil's voice hissed. Unlike Ifrothrax, the demon knew exactly why Balan had called him, and was ready for a fight. The only thing he hadn't expected was Sinistar itself. Jerixil's specialty was mortals! Not whatever this thing was. Then again, no mere mortal could be as interesting as the gleaming monster that stood before them.
The moment Sinistar appeared, Balan had an attack prepared. As the missiles came towards him, he called Jerixil's trident to his empty hand. A cruel weapon, to be sure, crafted of infernal brimstone and Jerixil's own creation. Balan moved to destroy the missiles, when he noted that Sinistar had grabbed him. Perfect. With a roar, Jerixil's body burst into flames. Unlike normal fire, however, or even Hellfire, Jerixil's personal Sinfire was designed to cause the most pain and damage possible, to make it as tortuous as possible for sinners and evil beings. As the flames licked at Sinistar, Balan teleported himself out of his grasp and above the the monster, spreading demonic wings. With a flick of his hand, Balan also teleported Sinistar's missiles, transporting them to his former position in Sinistar's arms. With a laugh that was more Jerixil than Balan, he pointed his Trident of the Damned at Sinistar, prongs alite with more Sinfire. "I'll take no chances with you, Immortal," he said gravely. He slashed at the air with the Trident, launching three separate blasts of the torturous flame.

Originally posted by JacopeX
Donny looked around the surrounding illusion that trapped him under total control of the opposition. Yet, this did not worry Donny much as expected by Cain. He felt that the psychic blade would automatically destroy his opponent mentally and the materialistic essences of this dimension. He knew there was no way to reach his opponent in this dimension and if he did not act quick enough, he may be led into a trap that can be very costly. He took time to develop the weapon on both arms as he began walking towards Cain, without any idea...he was going to go with total instinct for this battle...and whatever occurs to him, he will act upon it.

Donny pulled out a Magnum, extended his arm towards Cain with the weapon aimed in the direction of the being and pulled the trigger, just testing the materialism in this illusion as the parabellum bullet made it's way to Cain. He would soon begin to experiment with the illusion until he begins to take control of it through his own figurative methods of illusions through mimicry and telepathy...

Xanatos didn't know how to describe what he had just seen, and this genuinely worried the hybrid for the first time since he had set eyes on Pintar. Daniel was gone, whatever the case, and hopefully was able to put their plan into action. With little left to do in his personal area of the arena, he turned towards the waiting room when he felt the ground...no, the entire Colosseum shake. Cautious towards some unknown counterattack, Xanatos whirled around, only to see a massive column of energy escaping from behind one of the walls. He wasn't sure which contestants were fighting there, but it was quickly becoming clear to him that, come semi-finals, he might have a genuine challenge on his hands. Despite all the preparations, despite concern for plans, despite everything that was laid in motion for the singular purpose of stopping Pintar, the hybrid couldn't help but roar in enthusiasm for the upcoming matches. Finally, a real battle! He may have entertainment from this pathetic excuse for a tournament yet!

Originally posted by MadMel
[B]'Pain is such a strange sensation' Sinistar thought absently as it was scorched by some kind of supernatural fire. But then Balan was was gone, and the flames subsided. Sinistar watched it's own missiles fly towards him, completely unconcerned. It waved it's hands, and the missiles melted in mid flight, coming together as they reached it and forming three tendrils of liquid metal. The three tendrils shot forward, each one intercepting a blast of fire. The they wound around each other like silver snakes, forming Sinistar's largest weapon yet - A giant energy cannon, longer than Sinistar was tall.
Sinistar fired once. The blast was tremendous, and even if it missed, the shock wave alone would be enough to knock Balan off his feet. The whole arena shook with the force of this single attack. When the dust settled, the giant cannon was gone, and Sinistar was floating high in the air. In one hand Sinistar had formed a shield, and the other had turned into a giant spike, like it had used on Adrian. It looked around, trying to find Balan.

Balan was taken aback. The way Sinistar dealt with those missiles indicated a large degree of control. He'd formed their launchers out of his body, as well. And If he could fire that beam without even aiming, it meant he could afford to miss. As the shockwave rolled towards him, Jerixil didn't budge. It passed through him harmlessly, not even worth his notice. Instead, it hit Balan. He cried out as Jerixil laughed.
"Clever," Balan murmered to the demon. "I didn't think you hated me that much." Jerixil continued laughing to himself, before simply saying, "It wasn't lethal," as if it was an explaination. "I like your pain." Sinistar hadn't found them yet, Balan noted, letting the incident slide. This was a good opportunity. So at Balan's suggestion, Jerixil stepped out of existence. There were so few things, Balan reflected, that could truly last forever. Everything faded eventually, entropy and time claiming the universe and all within it. Except Jerixil. And, of course, those like him. Beings so very real and eternal that simple time could not degrade them. Everything else was simply...immaterial. So fleeting in the vastness of time that, from Jerixil's view, they simply were not there. Only immortals could hope to touch him.
A moment later, Jerixil shoved the Sinfire infused trident towards the back Sinistar's head, blurring the lines between existence and uncertainty. That flame, too, was meant to last forever, growing hotter the longer it burned. It may start relatively cool, but that wicked flame would build upon itself, only increasing in potency as time passed. What better tool for torturing immortal souls than one that would last for eternity?

Sinistar turned at the last instant, bringing up it's shield to block the trident. The weapon broke somewhat through the shield, but that was part of the plan, because now it was stuck. At the same time Sinistar thrust forward with his spike-arm, twisting it's shield arm back so that the trident was now in it's possession, still stuck in the shield's metal plating. Retreating a short distance, Sinistar formed his arms back into hands and let the shield melt away so he could grasp his new weapon. The flames licked at his arms, but it was better than being skewered by it.
The malevolent consciousness teleported behind Balan, and being careful not to touch the demonic body, starting attacking in quick thrusts of the trident, hoping that, even if this demon form was immune to the eternal fires, the mind inside was not. For Sinistar had felt the disturbance when he fired his cannon. This demon and Balan were in fact separate entities, and it was Balan that Sinistar was aiming for, not jerixil.

Originally posted by MadMel

((Are you calling my char an illusion?))
Cain reacted quickly, bringing up a wall of rock to stop the bullet and at the same time diving to one side. He rolled to his feet and started firing blasts of lightning in Donny's direction, but knowing he couldn't really trust his own eyes when fighting a mentalist, he began firing off blasts in random directions, just in case Donny was trying to fool him somehow with an illusion.

Balan sensed the bending of space the moment Sinistar teleported. It was enough. Jerixil reacted as soon as he was disarmed, diving to the side in an effort to avoid his own weapon. Of course a weapon he'd designed to affect his peers would also affect him the same way. Precautions were needed to prevent such ironic happenings. The Sinfire would not harm Jerixil, even though its eternal nature could touch him, and the brimstone trident itself was not so indestructible. A single prong passed through Jerixil's arm, opening a long cut on Balan's. Jerixil chuckled again. "Your pain is my strength," he whispered. He looked to Sinistar, whose arm was still alight with eternal flame. "Even the monster feels pain, I sense. But I think it's time this farce ended." Jerixil made a gesture, and the trident simply melted, turning from bright yellow crystal to blood red liquid in Sinistar's grasp, as the influence that kept the Sinfire at bay was released. Yet still the liquid trident writhed upon Sinistar's arm, boiling sulfur fused with Sinfire as droplets splashed in every direction. Should they land on the walls or ground of the great colloseum, they too would begin to burn as the wicked flames spread.

Originally posted by starryknight
Zero watch the old man walk into the arena and started talking, "Whatever lets just get this over with, try not to blink you might miss something," Zero said before taking her twin katanas out. I don't know what this guy can do but theres no way this old man is as fast as me but I should still be safe about this. The cat girl leaned forward and vanished only leaving an after image of herself, she speed to the walls and bounced off the walls to keep her possession random. Alright time to see how this old man reacts to my attacks, she slashed at Jackie only trying to give him shallow cuts aimed for his hamstrings. Zero never stopped moving continuing to bounce around wall to wall attacking from every direction.

The feline unsheathed her blades and commenced her attack. She was gone before he knew it and Jackie felt a cut on his body. He could only see blurs for now so she continued to back up while shielding his vital organs with his arms. "She didn't kill me. Either she is showing me mercy or she is toying with me." The young lady soon began slowing down in Jackie's eyes as he began to pick up on her erratic movements. She was without a doubt faster than him but his reflexes did it's part to counter that advantage as best as it could. He saw her coming in again with another attack after bouncing off of the wall and Jackie struck his fist in the direction she was coming from, hoping that he would hit her.

EDIT: Sorry for the double post.

Zero quickly dodged under the fist with her cat like reflexes she thought of cutting the mans arm off but decided it might be a little drastic. Instead she jumped back several feet away from Jackie and slowed to a stop, "I admirer your fighting spirit but seeing how you respond to my attack tells me you don't have much power. Although your fighting prowess must be above a normal human evident from your attempt to strike me...but still, you can't win and even if you some how beat me theres even more stronger and merciless opponents that wouldn't think twice before killing you. she thought about Sinister. So please surrender, I wouldn't enjoy cutting down someone like you." Zero put her swords back into her sheaths and crossed her arms under her beast ((that was for someone, u know who u are ^. - )) and waited for Jackie's response her ears twitched around waiting for any signs of movement and her tail was sweeping side to side, even though she looked calm adrenaline was pumping through her body. If this was a fight with no powers this man would defeat me with no problem but I am not honored bound to fight a fair match, Zero thought to herself.

"Why does everyone want to try and talk during a battle?" He thought to himself as she suggested that he should just yield the duel to her out of fear of dying in a later match. He has trained his entire life in the ways of fighting and he has chosen to die at the hands of an opponent instead of letting some cancer claim victory over him. What Jackie found odd was that she was able to deduce that he was a normal human given his reaction to her speed and the fact that she saw him as a better fighter after one missed punch. None of that mattered though since he wasn't giving up and his reflexes were able to compromise her speed. He was still in this fight so long as he stays at least two steps ahead of her. He still had no words to say but instead answered with his body as he retook his defensive stance, slowly inching towards her.

Zero couldn't help but smile at the old man, he was brave if nothing else. "nicely said," the feline girl replied, she pulled her swords and ran at Jackie at a slower pace then before. When she got closer she slashed at the ground at an angle causing pieces of the arena floor to fly at Jackie's face. At the same time she picked up speed only leaving a blur where she once was, she sped around the man and attacked low behind him at his legs. Zero flipped her blade around and to the dull side, she still felt merciful which would probably be her down fall.

Originally posted by JacopeX
Donny quickly realized that Cain began flailing on about with lightning projectiles. Donny could easily mimic the attack, but at the same time he felt that it would be just a waste to do so so early into the battle he felt he would end up brutalizing the competition before him. He knew he had to get to him first out of the illusion he believed. If this was no illusion, then this battle field may as well have been summoned. Donny continued walking past the lightning that kept missing him, basing these reactions upon instinct but as soon as a projectile came hurling at his sternum. Donny teleported away, only to be caught on by an aimless attack from Cain, causing him to be blown away. Once Donny crashed onto the ground, he teleported once again from plain sight and made an aerial appearance right behind Cain, sending the Psionic blade down into Cain. If he were to dodge the attack, Donny would begin blasting away at Cain with the same projectiles Cain released.

Originally posted by The Scenario
Balan sensed the bending of space the moment Sinistar teleported. It was enough. Jerixil reacted as soon as he was disarmed, diving to the side in an effort to avoid his own weapon. Of course a weapon he'd designed to affect his peers would also affect him the same way. Precautions were needed to prevent such ironic happenings. The Sinfire would not harm Jerixil, even though its eternal nature could touch him, and the brimstone trident itself was not so indestructible. A single prong passed through Jerixil's arm, opening a long cut on Balan's. Jerixil chuckled again. "Your pain is my strength," he whispered. He looked to Sinistar, whose arm was still alight with eternal flame. "Even the monster feels pain, I sense. But I think it's time this farce ended." Jerixil made a gesture, and the trident simply melted, turning from bright yellow crystal to blood red liquid in Sinistar's grasp, as the influence that kept the Sinfire at bay was released. Yet still the liquid trident writhed upon Sinistar's arm, boiling sulfur fused with Sinfire as droplets splashed in every direction. Should they land on the walls or ground of the great colloseum, they too would begin to burn as the wicked flames spread.

Originally posted by MadMel
Sinistar instantly cut it's injured arm from it's body. It wouldn't do to let the pain and the heat spread. What was left of the melting mass of an arm was already transforming, smoothly curling around and formal a ball which hung in the air. For a moment, it did absolutely nothing. Then slowly, a hatch opened in the side, and what looked like a small minigun rose from it, pointing instantly towards Balan. The floating ball was actually a floating turret, which let rip almost immediately, peppering Balan allowing the one armed Sinistar to do what it pleased. The monster knew Balan could simply dodge the turret, but not if he was frozen. "Brain shock" it whispered, and as he said it, he emitted a pulse the filled their part of the arena. The brain shock would affect intelligent beings and dumb animals alike, messing with the fear centre of the brain and literally paralysing them with terror. Sinistar was interested to see how this being reacted.

Interesting, thought Balan as Sinistar simply removed his injured limb. It seemed he could separate himself into pieces in addition to his shapeshifting and, it appeared, summoning more material for replacement parts. It was time to test something. Balan extended Jerixil's hand, and took hold of the space surrounding Sinistar as well as his arm, now turret. He could sense that it had been bent and traveled across, and he could follow the bends back to their source. With a flick of his wrist, he began the Banishment. It was meant to simply remove creatures, but objects were fair game as well, and easier, since they didn't tend to fight back. Balan doubted he could actually get rid of Sinistar, but perhaps the monster's will was weaker on pieces separated from the whole, at least enough to allow their Banishment.
Balan had been in the middle of the move when he began screaming. A psionic attack, he realized. He scrambled to get his defense into place, but the monster was right there. It would kill him. It would kill everyone. None were safe, all would perish. Balan kept screaming. Black edged his vision, with Sinistar's red eyes at the middle of it. It would kill. No mercy. No escape. No more...
At the same moment, Jerixil cried out in what sounded like ecstacy. "Fear!" he shouted. "Pain!" Instantly the demon was before Sinistar, grinning like mad. "Death!" Faster than before, Jerixil's clawed arm, now enveloped with Sinfire, was upon Sinistar's chest and body. He tore at whatever could, and before long rest of his limbs joined in. Clawed feet and spiked wings lashed out with more force than their size would suggest, and a barbed tail jabbed at Sinistar. Jerixil's smile never wavered. He began to shift in and out of existance, attacks phasing through any substance they contacted, only to reform on the inside and tear their way out. "Control," the demon whispered through Balan's lips.

(OoC: **** just got real)

Originally posted by The Scenario
Interesting, thought Balan as Sinistar simply removed his injured limb. It seemed he could separate himself into pieces in addition to his shapeshifting and, it appeared, summoning more material for replacement parts. It was time to test something. Balan extended Jerixil's hand, and took hold of the space surrounding Sinistar as well as his arm, now turret. He could sense that it had been bent and traveled across, and he could follow the bends back to their source. With a flick of his wrist, he began the Banishment. It was meant to simply remove creatures, but objects were fair game as well, and easier, since they didn't tend to fight back. Balan doubted he could actually get rid of Sinistar, but perhaps the monster's will was weaker on pieces separated from the whole, at least enough to allow their Banishment.
Balan had been in the middle of the move when he began screaming. A psionic attack, he realized. He scrambled to get his defense into place, but the monster was right there. It would kill him. It would kill everyone. None were safe, all would perish. Balan kept screaming. Black edged his vision, with Sinistar's red eyes at the middle of it. It would kill. No mercy. No escape. No more...
At the same moment, Jerixil cried out in what sounded like ecstacy. "Fear!" he shouted. "Pain!" Instantly the demon was before Sinistar, grinning like mad. "Death!" Faster than before, Jerixil's clawed arm, now enveloped with Sinfire, was upon Sinistar's chest and body. He tore at whatever could, and before long rest of his limbs joined in. Clawed feet and spiked wings lashed out with more force than their size would suggest, and a barbed tail jabbed at Sinistar. Jerixil's smile never wavered. He began to shift in and out of existance, attacks phasing through any substance they contacted, only to reform on the inside and tear their way out. "Control," the demon whispered through Balan's lips.

(OoC: **** just got real)

Originally posted by MadMel
At first, it appeared that Donny was trying to punch Cain, but the way Donny was moving gave him away. His fist was curled, and his aim was odd, as though he was trying to stab Cain with an invisible blade. It didn't surprise Cain in the least. Cain moved to one said, letting the fist slide past him. He then grabbed it and started punching Donny repeatedly in the face, holding him in place. Cain kicked Donny backwards, letting a piece of earth rise up and hit in the back at that moment, sending him flying. "You're tricks wont work on me!" he shouted.

Donny pulls out his magnum and continued blasting away at Cain, experimenting the weapon.

Originally posted by MadMel
"Control?" Sinistar asked mildly, even as it was being torn up. It teleported away before it could be completely dismantled. "I think not. You are the opposite of control." The torn up pieces of Sinistar's body started dissolving into nothingness, and what was left was changing. The limbs disappeared, along with the head, and the body expanded out in a sphere. It looked almost like a larger version of the turret.
Then it's eyes opened. And it's mouth. "This is control!" The giant head of Sinistar roared, and it charged, getting it's giant mouth around half of Jerixil's body and biting down. It was a greater nightmare inducing experience than even the recent brain altering. This being was feeding off it's host's fear and pain, making it stronger. Sinistar realized that. The only thing to do now was to somehow remove Jerixil and bring the relatively weaker Balan back. Otherwise this fight could last forever.

Jerixil laughed at the monster's question. Of course he was in control. The summoner's will had faltered for just enough time for the demon to wrest it away from him. Balan's body obeyed Jerixil now. Though the Binding contract prevented him from harming the summoner, Sinistar had done quite the job for him. Balan's fear and pain nourished Jerixil, granting him strength for as long as the screaming lasted. As the monster closed its jaws, for the barest instant Jerixil caught them, standing within Sinistar's mouth as he looked into the abyss within. The metal was physical to Jerixil, indicating its immortality. Would such a creature have an internal weakpoint? With no time wasted, Jerixil commanded Balan to act. It was unfortunate that this might jar the summoner back to his senses, but such an opportunity would not come again. The space within Sinistar's mouth warped and tore, opening a doorway to Balan's preferred plane of fire. The flames lashed out of the tear, licking up all they could as they were drawn outward. With an expendeture of effort that let Sinistar's jaws close further, Jerixil breathed upon those flames and fanned them, infusing them with his will. The portal erupted with Sinfire, throwing it down Sinistar's throat at the same time Jerixil's strength finally fell in the face of the monster's wrath. Jerixil leaped to escape, but not before the crushing power caused one of his arms to apparently explode under the pressure. It hung limply at his side before burning itself to oblivion. In it's place the arm Balan hung instead, completely unharmed, though it shook wildly. With an annoyed look, Jerixil pushed the arm back into his body. The destroyed limb was not important, but Jerixil's strength was failing. Was the summoner truly returning to himself so quickly?