Match Five; Mathias + Kylan

[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!"

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Tags: Ky

Notes: and we’re off

Pacing in the waiting room as he heard the crowds outside as the announcer had show up.The screeching showed how restless everyone was, hell who could blame them. A fight among fights was about to start, one of many during the week and they were waiting for a show of blood and beatings. An example of just how dangerous the mutants were, how much like animals they were since you could throw them n a pit and watch them tear each other a new one.

The crowds weren’t the only one restless, the Dane was too, they had shut down regular matches week before the big day to have everyone at their best, to provide the most brutal of shows. Mathias had enough energy penned up to have his blood boiling the moment the guards put him in the waiting room, antsy to dig his fists into something. He kept still for them to put on the collar and explain what it did, not that it mattered really, just protocol. The announcer outside was loud and perfect for their job, riling up the crowds before the steel doors opened in front of him.

Stepping out into the sands steady glaring yet grinning up at the crowd as he heard the over exaggerated explanation of his own capabilities, his powers and his previous odds. Stopping near the centre of the ring his adrenaline was rushing, he was so used to this he knew what was coming before the announcer even finished his speech and rang the bell. Glancing at the smaller blonde in front of him, he knew their name of course, knew them quite well and knew the basics of what they could do from Weeds but of course. Of course this was the arena, a whole different story as in everything was tested.

While the announcer was explaining how things would work what ever was said during that time was pretty much blocked out and ignored he mentally counted down and prepared. Moving choppily to remove the shirt, tossing it in the corner, careful not to touch the collar, not waiting a shock from something so simple. The shirt off meant it would less likely get torn apart by the spines he was guaranteeing would push through, The pants he left knowing they were more likely to be replaced. The Underground wanted to keep certain areas covered incase high officials or media came through and that meant pants were higher authority. The stage lights heated up the area like nothing and with the closed roof it didn’t help so warmth was maintained. Probably the oddest part about his form to the crowd was the lack of flaws, scars. The announcer said he’d fought like a mad animal yet no scars, a large tattoo resembling ornamental chain mail was the only thing visibly to some a flaw and the crowds noted it. The ones that weren’t already regulars to this type of fight anyways.

Then as the announcer was just about to signal the bell, say the words to start thick spines poking out of his knuckles appeared and he sprang forward. The bell had rung but only a second later, bringing down a wild down ward punch he was aiming to strike and hard.

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[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 791 Tags: @lalala145 Notes: how do you write fighting im

T o say that Kylan was new to the environment would be a blatant lie. Although he didn’t frequent the arena near as much as some in the Underground, he had fought on a number of occasions. His powers a draw for spectators less for the possible carnage or a winning streak but instead because of the wonder of them. To see a giant wolf suddenly materialize, or a snake that could easily fill the entire arena and more if he didn’t keep a handle on the size, both creatures from myth suddenly before your eyes – that was what interested people. Perhaps they would be more so if more of his powers were made known, but, they didn’t want to show too much of one of their special pets. So no, when Kylan was escorted into a waiting room there wasn’t any real newness to the situation that made him anxious or unsure. By the littering of scars along the images of his tattoos, a few across the other bits of unmarked skin, it was obvious enough that he had taken damage from the previous visits. However for the most part the fear of pain didn’t do much to make him obviously apprehensive. Most guards honestly found him a bit boring to bring to the arena because of his great lack of shown emotion surrounding the whole thing. Not that they wanted someone to be kicking and screaming the whole time, but… something more than a bland faced mutant that didn’t talk unless spoken to, and even that wasn’t always a strong possibility. This blond was anxious today, however, just for different reasons. He sat in the waiting room with his eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall. For one brief moment his brow twitched, shoulders giving the faintest paralleled shudder of held nerves. Today was different, and not only because of the festival. Because he knew – knew someone could all too possibly be there in the crowds to see. Someone he had always hoped wouldn’t have to see him in this situation. Being pitted against another to fight, be hurt and cause equal harm if at all possible, wear his… given persona. “Fuck,” he said, opening his eyes and leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. At that moment, the doors opened as cue to step into the arena. What an opponent to be paired up against. For a brief moment Kylan only watched the other once he had walked out and into the sand before him. Mathias, or as he tended to refer to him, the idiot. They’d known each other well enough through mutual friends at Weeds and after. Not that that made much of a difference for either of them in regards to guilt at the thought of hurting the other. Mathias enjoyed the thrill of the fight too much, while Kylan simply didn’t bother with a sentiment that wouldn’t change anything. This was how it was, and it wasn’t as if he would hold any of his wounds and corresponding possible scars against anyone he was put up against. There was even a faint snort when Mathias threw off his shirt. Typical, although understandable. Considering his abilities it would just be in the way and a mess of shreds in the sand in a matter of seconds. Kylan didn’t feel the need to do much with his own given attire, dark pants and a tight short sleeved top to at least show portions of his own myriad of tattoos. That… that made him finally take his eyes off of the blond, gaze faintly roaming across the crowds. If there was any kind of God or gods, he hoped they would not allow him to be here to see. Deep breaths. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. This was still a fight. Something he need to keep his wits about him for to provide the service to the crowds as well as to protect himself as much as he could. Distraction only led to greater damage. With that in mind, he kept his tongue just on the edge of speaking the word, attention snapping back to Mathias the moment the ending of the beginning announcement was spoken. “Fenrir.” Kylan called the moment a body began to lunge for him, his own legs shifting him back both to allow space and to set himself into a better rooted position. More space because well, that did leave a giant wolf a foot above his head in height to materialize in a rush of dark color and smoke. Solidifying into a growling beast already performing his own lunge at Mathias with a mouth full of teeth open for tearing just as much as his claws were. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

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Notes: Did I do it right?

Just as he thought he was going to land his punch on the other mutant the fist instead contacted with air. He grumbled wanting to hit not noticing fast enough that in their place was a rush of smoke and then fur. He stepped back now only to see a giant wolf snarling, lunging at himself. The crowd was wild, one beast against another. They loved the show of the giant norse wolf after it's prey. What that wold didn't know was that it's prey this night was as vicious and deadly as it was. If one could describe it, a boar, wild and not afraid to gut what ever was going after it's neck.

Mathias braced himself, focusing his eyes and his efforts on the summoned beast it was big and was mean and reckless, just like the Dane himself minus the sharp teeth of course. Because the beast with it's maw wide and teeth gnashing was what he could safely say his opponent was, or at least the obstacle in the way of it. He flashed a rather nasty smirk at it as if to coax it, make it angry, to draw it closer quicker, as if he was taunting it though he knew what was coming for it already. The Dane prepared flexing his arms and his back hardening the bones with in them not wanted them to snap in anyway and wanting them to be deadly when he struck finally. He held himself for the extra weight he was now carrying, he was strong, able to lift it and had no need to be fast. He'd also retracted the spikes from his knuckles he wasn't going to need them just yet.

He knew the only way to face a monster was head on and even if it wasn't, the tall blond was never one to be careful, careful was boring and made it take longer to get what he wanted done. His lust for blood and action filling him, fed by what he was hoping would work and by the crowds. As much as he hated the guards and the authorities for this hell hole he couldn't help but enjoy how much the crowds were like himself, hungry to see blood and rage. Some of them he was sure were only here because it was illegal to do it themselves but that was a whole other story.

Head on he was going for and the wolf was doing most of the work. Mathias braced himself anchoring his feet so he wouldn't be pushed back as much. Leaning his head out of the way so it wasn't bitten off at the last second, feeling the full force of it's jaws clamp down on his shoulders. There was a pained grunt, teeth in flesh wasn't exactly painless but at least his bones held. In a split second afterwards he grabbed on to the beast as if he had claws sending in spines into it's flesh to anchor it, like hell he wanted it to move just yet and make his plan work. He caught the summoner's face and smirked a sickly smirk his own back and chest leaking his own blood but the face didn't show any concern towards that, he knew it would stop and close it showed as if something was going to happen and it did. As if the jaws were a trigger thick spines one from his back and one from his chest like stakes, to peirce flesh and bone, as if it was a subconscious thing, like spines on a hedgehog but they weren't.

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[Kylan Thomassen]

Word Count: 463 Tags: @lalala145 Notes: idk man idk

A s it was Kylan could give orders to his summons, to which they were obligated to follow no matter their inherent personality. They were a part of him, technically, but just as how certain portions of personality and subconscious don’t always seem to make sense in correlation together… sometimes unspoken concepts did not get picked up properly once they were in the open. Tell them to do and things worked just fine, but leave them to their own devices – and damn if they sometimes didn’t do some stupid shit. Granted it was possible for Fenrir to end a fight rather fast by simply biting off a limb if allowed. That was not as likely within the arena, however, especially not against this opponent, thus the stupidity. Initially though, at least, Kylan played along. “You could have at least let him take the head, considering it doesn’t have a whole lot of use at this point.” He said, his brow quirking and lips curling just that hint at his goading remark. This was, after all, a show. Nothing more than a way to bring in more money at the expense of mutants. The more of a show that was given, the more draw, and the more mutants were rewarded in turn. That – and perhaps also as another reminded as to how much power was held over them and their lives. That smirk made Kylan pause, slowly brace himself. That was never a good sign. And, on cue, pain ripped through him as corresponding wounds opened up on the tattooed image and name etched into his skin. His shoulders visibly shook for a moment before they tensed to the feeling. He realized that the although blood was surely seeping through the fabric of his top at his back, it wasn’t as visible due to the coloring. That made him sneer himself – that backfired on them and their want for blood and show, huh? Wanting to make him look good and wanting to make the blood obvious to the spectators. Couldn’t reconcile them this time it seemed. “Might as well do as much damage as we can, huh Fenrir?” Kylan said, the howling wolf not needing to audibly hear the summoner’s order to do as he was told. Through the mixed whines and howls of pain the creature thrashed his head and jaws, trying to claw at the body holding him until the last second, until he disappeared in a wisp of dark smoke. No time to think, none. Mathias would be coming at home the moment he was free, if not before that. “Gram!” He called, sword materializing within his hands to immediately be held up in a parry to the coming onslaught. “Damn, now I have to dance with you myself,” he managed out. there is a cemetery of words buried beneath your tongue

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Tags: Ky again

Notes:I hope I made it

He just smirked wider knowing how much damage he'd caused to the wolf and possibly it's summoner, but it was short lived the thrashing around ripping new wounds while the Dane tried to keep his footing. The beast attempting to throw him around was indeed attached to the thing he was biting, almost nailed to him because of the large spike. Just as Mathias felt his foot shifting in the sand the wolf vanished. There was light panting as he straightened himself up what ever nasty gashes left behind closing more with each breath his rather sultry smirk visible.

He retracted the bones he had out now that they were no longer needed once the gashes turned into nasty bruises, it was sheer will and luck that nothing snapped during all that. He drew out the knuckle spines once more though keeping his insides hardened and heavy, wanting that protection against the next thing that was lunged at him. His patience grew thin, in a matter of seconds wanting to feed his desire for a rush. He ignored any words from his opponent and lunged at him to get in close and strike. Just at the last moment he noticed the sword. Parrying that wild punch he'd thrown at him, holding it off at the spines. It sounded wrong, as it was bone against metal and not metal against metal and it was definitely sharp as he could feel the bite it had.

"this is no dance" Mathias sneered pulling back his arms letting the knuckle spines thicken and more pop out along his forearm, gagged and large sharp edged teeth made for biting and ripping into flesh, like the spikes on batman's arms."This is a battle like any other" Obviously the tall blond wanted to make this quick and figured his opponent could use a couple new ones. Also he was fighting against swords and monsters. It was time to slice, dice and clash with steel head on and with no mercy. He swung again aiming for anything really, trying to get past the blade and into the gut or ribs behind it.

The crowds were antsy with what was happening, first the wolf and now it would be a real fight. Both parties fighting for their lives and their glory. When really it was about being fed that night and leaving the ring as intact as possible. Sure the Dane also fought for his pride and pleasure but he was a rarity, a rarity that the posters outside didn't have to cover up with lies about how the mutants enjoyed ripping each other to pieces. That is why the crowds cheered for him, even they could tell the difference between an act and genuinely enjoying himself. When it was a real fight, when it was fair he threw away all mercy knowing that his opponent would attempt to do the same.

Of course though he couldn't kill them, not like he wanted to anyways. Just knick him a little so they stopped getting up.

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