Match Four; Berwald + Hamish

[AUCTIONEER]

"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, welcome to Archadia's first battle arena! This is it folks, the entertainment you've all been waiting for! Before the match can officially begin let me tell you some things about our contestants and what they can do. Keep this in mind should you wish to purchase them during the auction, more details about that later on."

「Roleplaying Rules 」

Follow the basic roleplay guidelines, I doubt this needs to be said but on the off chance someone tries or makes a mistake it's better to be safe than sorry. Do not godmod, do not autohit, do not powerplay. A mistake is fine - but if it is deemed you are doing this on purpose the match will be terminated and the offender will lose. Your mutant will receive the highest punishment and you will receive a warning.

Feel free to go all out. You're able to use your powers however you wish against your opponent while keeping in mind the restrictions you've put in place. And while you are able to use them against your opponent, any action that goes against the crowd will result in your mutant being electrified. 

• Ah yes, this is a new feature created solely for this event. All mutants have a collar around their neck, this collar can not be removed without a four digit pass code. Attempting to remove the collar earns you a Level One shock. There are four levels total, none fatal. Should a mutant act out against the crowd during their fight they will receive a Level Four shock, rendering them unable to move for a few seconds due to the electrical current. So, play it safe!

You are free to refuse to fight your opponent, we as mods understand characters differ and some simply refuse to hurt another. However, the mutant who shows or states that they refuse to fight will undergo a punishment in front of the crowd. The other mutant will simply be dragged back to their cell while the other is punished, the punishment is randomized but entirely up to the moderating team.

A battle can only be won by rendering your opponent unconscious. 

March 3rd marks the end of the event and the battles! If a battle has not been completed by March 3rd the last to post will be deemed the winner.

Mutants who choose to participate and fight will get a prize by the end of the match if they are the winner.

「Punishments 」

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear, afterwards they will be forced on their hands and knees as different kinds of candle wax is dripped onto their back and legs. The hottest wax will be reserved for last. Should they try to fight their captor they will receive a shock through the collar.

A mutant will be stripped of all clothing save their underwear and undergo a whipping. The number of lashings vary from fifteen to twenty. 

A mutant will receive five Level Four shocks. Naturally, as we don't want to kill you, each shock will happen between a two-minute interval. 


"Let the match--begin!"

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

With every last heartbeat.

A deep breath. There was a special tension in the air today. He had seen some of the mutants coming back, either with their adrenaline on the top, or barely with their lives to keep. But all of them had the same pattern; blood, wounds, the aura around them.. Berwald was nervous, even if he didn't show it on the outside, there he just appeared to be cold and uncaring as usual. 

Not been provided a cellmate this time either, he was alone, in one of those 'special' cells that where designed for people like him. The door was heavy, extra security put on it in case Berwald, for the first time in his life here, would throw a tantrum and suddenly try to chuck the door away, or on someone. The thought was tempting, yet he knew that would just bring him suffering, so he had decided to stay put with that, for now. But this door was something he probably would not be able to crack, no matter how hard he tried.

Not surprised either when he saw some guards thorough the glass of the door, weapon and his usual restrainments in hands. Rolling his eyes as he turned around to have his back against the guards as they went inside. They where so used by this now so it didn't take too long time for them to tie him up and make sure he didn't do anything stupid while they walked. Still disapproving a lot about the blindfold, and yet he didn't really care in this moment, having a slight whim on what was going on. Going where they tugged him, ignoring the pipe of the gun in his back as he was lead to a separate room, and the blindfold was gone. In front of him stood a man with some kind of.. Collar? Really? Was he gonna be knighted as a dog now as well, so it wasn't enough to treat them as mutts? Yet he just lifted his chin, glaring hardly into the eyes of the person who held said collar, whom seemed to become a bit scared, and put on the collar on him with shaky hands. Berwald standing completely still as he did so, and they explained to him about the collars and how they worked. Ouch, that didn't sound too comfortable, at least not in his opinion.

Being led away one more time, to another separate room, where he was chucked inside and his restrainments gone, and he was all alone in this bright room that provided nothing. Massaging his wrists from the uncomfortable feeling of being tied up in a very hard way with some kind of weird metal that he had tried to break free from once before for fun; but got nowhere. Damn inventions, they where always a trouble.

A door suddenly opened, and curiosity got a better hold of him, and he slowly made his way towards the bright light. Shielding his eyes as he stepped outside, looking down on the arena and saw that it was covered in sand. Arching an eyebrow, so pure, and white..It was annoying for his eyes, been inside the darkness and not quite yet used to it. Looking around as he finally acknowledge the loud noises. Cheering, a lot of people.. Scrunching his nose at the amount of happy people. They wanted to see blood, a raw fight, people getting hurt, maybe even dying. He hated these kind of people, they where a disgrace to the whole species of Homo Sapiens, both mutants and humans..

Barely paying any attention to the announcer, who happily told them about the two that where supposed to fight, while Berwalds stern gaze was on the other guy in front of him on the other side of the arena. He was tall, probably as tall as Berwald, but.. He was so thin, maybe not fragile, but he was thin.. Almost feelign pity for him, a body like that could Berwald easily pick up and break his back like a toothpick.. Not that he would ever do something so bizarre, Berwald still had some kind of dignity left.

Umbrakinesis? That would be a tough challenge for Berwald. Having a guess that the other preferred long distances, while Berwald was useless at that, he wanted the closeness when he punched them raw. And yet Berwald didn't want to fight, he didn't feel like becoming a pet to the humans, be seen as someone who they could just do as they pleased with.. But getting punishment wasn't maybe worth it.. Or was it? And the other might want to fight, and Berwald didn't feel like being a punchbag until he got his punishment.. So it was up to the other.

"Let the match--begin!"

Berwald snorted, looking up once again to the audience, and he felt that he had to do something before they began to fight. Sure, he would prefer if he was being bought by someone, so he didn't have to live this hellish life. And yet he didn't want to be a fucking dog to anyone, he was just as free as anyone else, just that they where scared that he had special powers.

Giving the audience a smirk, and his eyes went up to the position where he knew the announcer and the important people sat, a deep devilish smirk as he bloated his neck where the collar was on, and he knew he would get punished by this, but fuck did he care? No, he didn't. Maybe the audience would like it; why did it matter? He did it for his own sake, and for his fellow mutants.

"Woof."

He barked loud and clear with his deep voice, letting it ring out in the silent arena before he turned around to face his opponent again, smirk gone and his usual stern expression expression, rolling his wrist as he waited; maybe for something to happen, for the other to show off what he was made off, or maybe for a opportunity to strike.

[Hamish A. Stuart]

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With the lengthy time since the last auction Hamish should have known the government had something up their sleeve but yet he never prepared for it believing they would continue on as usual. There was little reason to be selfish with his food when an auction was around the corner but this was different. If he had known he would have cared for himself to get his body in better condition. A week straight his food was given out to the mutants around and not even a crumb was consumed by Hamish himself. The sink in the room gave him water that he’d need to survive but three weeks his body could last without food so it made no difference going a week without.

Already weakened state had nothing to give him the energy necessary to move. His powers remained intact but he could feel the drain of them before the match even began. He wouldn’t be able to win this one. All he could do was put on a show and hope it was enough to help the other mutant and keep himself from being punished. His body was too weak to stand the harsh treatment.

Lights bared down on Hamish in his special cell. Blinding white light made his eyes burn with the stress his body already endured. Guards came to wretch him from the comforts of his cell only to find the sickly mutant heaving next to the toilet his shirt used to cleanse the bile from his pale lips. Ache after ache moved through his body make him only wish to cry out in his endless misery. The thin clothing provided was drenched in his cold sweat as he glanced to the guards in wonder of what he was being disturbed for now. Weakened state made guards moved in dragged the mutant out of his cell and shoving his to the floor with arms stretched behind his back giving them a chance to cuff his thin wrists. Once a mutant that would fight at the sight of the metal restraints remained motionless on the floor panting and fighting to repress a slight shiver. Using his helpless position to their advantage the collar was locked to his neck.
The feeling of the collar didn’t change anything for Hamish; before most the mutants were brought to the underground he learned that he was no more than a dog in the eyes of the government. A dog that could be put down whenever he displeased his masters. No matter how many times he was told he was nothing more than a dog he was able to spit in their faces and show he wasn’t a pet this time he was left with a collar around his neck unable to even fight back.

A fight had to be where he was bring brought or Hamish was sure the guards would have taken the moment to beat him bloody. The rough retreatment seemed to make him aware he wasn’t going to be paraded on stage and given the chance to harm humans. For whatever reason they were taking more precautions it appeared.

Thoughts were cute short as the guards ripped him to his feet and shoved him along the halls to the arena for the show. Moments before reaching the light of the gate the handcuffs were removed and he was shoved forward. Shadows rose from the ground catching the unstable mutant and worked to place him back on his feet once more.

Before entering the light Hamish could only feel fear for what he would face in the next few moments. Taking a ragged breath the pale mutant entered the arena but anchored his face to the floor. Looking up into the face the humans cheering for him to be slaughtered was too much already. Cheering seemed to grow as he moved further into the arena. It couldn’t be said if the cheering was for the fight or at the excitement of seeing the shadow user possibly be ripped to pieces before their very own eyes. All Hamish was certain was the man before him was named Berwald and they would end his reign in the arena once and for all.

"Let the match--begin!"

The words were hardly heard by the sickly mutant as he angled his body against the wall in order to have support during this. Shadows could be used at any range but his body was now immobilized making him an easier target to Berwald if he managed to avoid the shadows around him. Green eyes faded to black only to return to the original state and Hamish’s body folded over on itself knees meeting the floor. Shaking his body spat bile into the sand below and his body shook even after his gagging and coughing had subsided. Sweat dampened his red locks and his skin appeared to be as white as snow. What might have been a fair fight was now no different than putting a powerhouse against a bait mutant to make a laughable display for the audience.

Lifting his head to wipe his mouth his eyes returned to their blacken state and shadows began to strike at Berwald in a frantic manner. Fight after fight Hamish had made a display for the audience trying to make that the focus but now he only care to hit a target and do as much damage as possible before his body collapsed into the filth soaked sand.

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

With every last heartbeat.

As Berwald moved in closer to the other mutant, he could recognise whom it was now. Who else had a height to match Berwald's, with hair so red that fire was jealous, and skin so pale it was almost transparent? Berwald was after all an observer, he knew most of the mutants, even if they had no clue whom he was. A part of the charm; it gave him an advantage of it as well, together with being friendly to the guards so they could give him information and updates about the mutants, their conditions and their strengths and weaknesses, even if the latter was almost impossible to find a document about. 

But now he was standing in the ring with one of the strongest; one of the powerhouses and yet.. It was almost a pitiful sight, to see the tall man trying to stand up, to keep his mind and sanity in one as he was obviously sick as hell. Looking up again towards the judges, attention gone for long enough that one of the black shadows to brush over his cheek, tearing the skin open and leaving blood to drip down. It wasn't deep or big, but enough to make blood be drawn from his body. He felt it, of course, but no pain was involved. Hand brushing over the wound where he had felt the impact, looking down on his bloody hand and arched a eyebrow, giving a quick look back up again with a bothered face. How could they make him face a opponent whom was so sick that he could barely stand? That was not what Berwald would consider a fair fight; because if Berwald just where on his toes, this would be a way easy win for him.. Why why where they doing this, didn't they put Hamish high up!?

Avoiding the shadows, as he didn't do much to get closer, he knew the audience was getting impatient by it, he could tell it by their screams they where making right now. Berwald was still not too sure what to do about all of this. He wanted to make a fight, but not when it was so damn fucking unfair. A small shock went thorough his body as he went still, paralyzed, the fuckers had given him an electric shock! I And of course they knew about his powers, so the electricity was stronger than for everyone else, didn't necessary meant that he felt it; his body just became paralyzed by it. And that left enough for a shadow to hit him yet again, making him stumble back. Great, now the shirt was ruined and he had a large bruise on his stomach, and some scratch that bled vaguely.

Knowing what he had to do, as he sighed and started to move forward, avoiding the shadows with agile, even if it was awkward thanks to his height and body mass, but in some kind of weird way; he was advancing. Large steps, body moving to left and right to avoid those shadows, one time he had to use the outside of his hand to whack away one of those shadows, leaving his hand bloody and bruised. It stung, and that just gave him more adrenaline to keep on walking; he was feeling alive, it was thrilling and exciting!

As he came up to the body, disturbing his fight by grabbing his shirt by the neck and hoisting him up in the air, breaking his concentration. Giving him a sad look, he didn't want to do this; but it would be better for them both if it was over soon enough.

"I'm sorry, this is unfair, I don't wanna do this.. I'm so sorry..."

He whispered, and really meaning it, hating to hurt other people; especially for humans entertainment. He wasn't a dog; nor was he plaything, and especially not one that was made to fight. He was made to breathe, live and do exactly what humans did, not being locked up and forced to fight like dogs in a cage; or maybe roosters? It was not his destiny, and hurting his own kind hurt him a lot as well.

Still having him by the neck, as he swung him around; not with all the strength he could muster, but quite a lot to swing him over and throw him into the wall on the opposite side of the arena. Maybe he put in a bit more strength than he wanted to; as he could hear the body make a sound on the other side. Closing his eyes hard, trying to calm himself down from not having a rage against the audience and the other people around him as well. He wanted to go up and make sure Hamish was alright, that he hadn't done too much damage. Even if he himself was bleeding, he didn't give a damn fuck. The other was sick, Berwald was healthy, meaning it was stupid and pointless. 
Slowly opening his eyes as he looked over where he had thrown the other, as he slowly began to make him way towards there, careful in case the other might come alive and start throwing shadows at him again, yet also with smooth moves, to show that he was no threat and wanted well. Audience on their toes as well, they liked the sight of the bloody giant; the more blood the better, especially when he had it over his face, it made him look even more scary than he was. Concerned eyes looking over at the other to see if the fight was over or not; and if he should keep an eye on him until guards came to take them away.
  

[Hamish A. Stuart]

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Hamish would never argue that the large male wasn’t attractive as they stood broad shoulders back and looking the ideal of health. Blonde locks appeared to have been sculpted leaving the large Swedish man appearing his best. It was a distinct difference in light of Hamish’s wild firelocks that jutted out in all directions before smoothing down his back, the hair appears to be hacked at in order to remove over grown locks that locked the ginger’s vision. Blue orbs seemed to only make a darken face only the more threatening as a sense of dread washed over Hamish. Despite the mutant being his usual type he knew this wasn’t a time to be thinking of such a thing, as soon he would be forced to attempt to take down this man in his weakened state.
For a moment Hamish wondered what horrors Berwald was now staring at. Lacking mirrors in the underground Hamish wasn’t sure of his current looks but he knew it probably appeared to be the form of some demon. Skin was possibly pulled tighter over his bones making him appear close to death. Dark circles caused by lacking of sleep as his sickness made him restless. What an ugly sight he ought to have been. In part he wished he could glance at himself and know the creature he was sworn to be pretty by those around it. He wanted to know.

Strength was the power this man was gifted and yet Hamish doubted it was needed to break the fragile bones thin his body that never seemed to be granted the vitamins needed for them to thicken before he grew too old for this process. Being one of the elder mutants simply gave him more time to perfect the art of his shadows and test his limits without much fear or repercussion that would be inflicted by it. His powers were ones that caused fear to many guards and yet Hamish’s body looked as if he were moments from death.

Wanting nothing more than to be returned to his sell where he could rest away from the eyes of humans Hamish grew more desperate. Shadows didn’t stay to shield him as they often did and instead lunged one after another trying to inflict quick damage on the large man before they dared to move forward. Sickness robbed him of his focus making the strikes that should rip apart the skin weak and more scratch the surface not doing the amount of damage he wished to inflict. He was going to lose! No. NO! He couldn’t lose when the guards already hated him so, they would only be given more reason to torture the ginger as if he were some toy to be played with until he fell to pieces.

Unable to do more but panic and strike out more as the blonde began to approach Hamish wished to scream and cut him down before he closed in the distance but his shadows wavered whenever he tried to do more than use the arrows and shadows vines. His body had weakened his mind. Guards surely were chuckling, as he not only struggled to stand but also to depend himself.

Before the words could make sense in his mind Hamish felt his body rushing through the air aimed to collide with the other side of the arena. Shadows races to stop him but his concentration seemed to break causing the shadows to vanish allowing his body to collide with the wall. An audible crack could be heard as his body met the wall. His leg and arm moved out before he hit to protect his head from cracking against the stone but they cracked under the force and weight. Falling to the floor the mutant tried to stand showing a leg bent to the side along with an arm that appeared not only out of socket but clearly broken. Coughing blood landed on the sand and as shadows summoned around the ginger his body suddenly fell forward into the ground as all consciousness left him. Berwald was the victor as Hamish lay in a broken heap on the solid grown below.

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I know the event should be already done but I wanted to put the ending reply.