A monster, a green mage and a nutcase get into a fight.

Sonnie Khanivore
Sonnie looked at her limb noting she was all healed up, and ready to fight. Her jaw cracked as she shifted about, making sure she was in proper fighting form. Wriggling herself, she stretched out her tail, until she felt a pop, and then sighed. It was time...she needed the feeling again. She'd recently re-discovered it, and she wasn't going to let it go again. She flexed her body once more, and began to walk towards the arena, she was ready. She needed the thrill of the fight again. She needed to fight something...badly.

Murder Expert
:The redcap was clothed. He forgot when he put them on. It did bathe, the bathing area here was one of the places he liked most about the Colosseum, aside from being able to force feed people their own teeth, or bits of their skull. The scent of blood lust was caught in the air. Someone wanted to get fucked up. So, bloodshot eyes shifted, to look at Sonnie. A bottle of bourbon(fifth) was bit open, glass and the bottle cap were chewed up, before he began to drink from it. All the while, he was walking in this possible foe's direction.: '' You seem like the type, that'd enjoy your head being caved in. '' : He'd gesture towards the arena entry, unless she wanted to fight else where. After pointing, assuming Sonnie looked. She'd find the bourbon bottle was fastball pitched at her head, cause Abram was a dick. And wanted to test her reflexes, and that was just with one hand, his other was resting on the handle of The Reverend. Because, Abram was sure, this person enjoyed being shot, but he hadn't done that just yet.:

Cyrus Damon
As Cyrus was walking down the staircase towards the bottom of the stand, his mind wandered elsewhere. He was thinking about what his life was like before he became a fledged mage. He remembers picking at the plants and how many times he had cut himself just trying to clear the extra growth from weeds. He remembers the sound of his father's voice telling him to work faster before everything gets out of hand. That they need to finish it before the end of the day, since every day is just as busy. However, the feeling of tripping over something awoke him from being lost in his head. Before he knew it, he had tripped down the magical steps and face planted into the arena floor. He shook his head and spit out dirt from his mouth. Licking his lips with a disgusted expression on his face. His bag toppled everywhere, a few books sprawled on the ground. A blue ball of some sort with intricate markings on it. A journal with his name written on the front. He scrambled around grabbing the books and putting them back in the pack, including the ball. He did not realize that he left the phoenix feathers and black chalk on the ground. He did not realize that he had fallen into the arena and was about to fight an amazing creature. He rubbed his elbow as his elbow was delicately bleeding underneath of the robe from friction. He sighed before the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He turned his head to look over at a creature not too far from where he stands. Long and large, yet elegant at the same time. His eyes widened and he became fascinated with what it is capable of until reality came shoving through. Wait...Is he? His light blue eyes looked around to confirm that he is indeed, in the middle of the arena. Does that mean this creature is about to eat him for dinner? Breakfast? He can not figure out what time of the day it is at the moment. His only thought, was of fear mixed with anxiety and adrenaline. The adrenaline surging through his body, as sweat formed at the top of his forehead. He gently put the pack down and walked more into the middle to keep from falling off. Or he thinks he will fall off. He now waits to see if it is a fight. If it is, he hopes that he makes it out alive...[E]

Sonnie Khanivore
She turned her head towards the sound of the other speaking, she assumed to her, and she watched the bottle fly up, contemptuously. She didn't bother to keep an eye on it as she slipped her tail up, catching the bottle in her tail, she began to squeeze it. Constricting the tail's spikes, until the bottle cracked and shattered, driving shards of glass into her softer flesh. But she merely hissed in pleasure, and flicked her tail a bit, sending the shards of glass back towards the other. Aiming towards the ground at his feet, as her wounds healed up, still rushing through the energy of her regeneration from eating. She crawled forward, climbing down into the Arena, and concentrated, focusing on a place, where she could fight to her heart's content. The arena shifting and swirling into the proper form, of England. Her eyes tracking the buildings that swelled up, forming into the dull, drab colors of muted grey and slick wet concrete. She had been running through this place when she had accidentally ended up in the Nexus. Now, she was going to fight here, again. She didn't care who came, she'd fight every single person who entered the Arena right now. She just needed the violence in her life. She raised up on her hind legs, spreading her forelegs and screamed out her challenge to the area. Summoning those who had the gall to face her in combat. Demanding that someone brave the monster in the center of the Arena. As water trickled down, she swept her eyes around, searching out something...or someone who might help with her desire. Her eyes flicking down as something, or someone, popped into reality near her. Calmly, she turned towards him, dropping down onto all fours, as she began to circle around. A deep hiss echoing from her throat. She knew the other would come as well, unless he was like the rest of the men she knew like his ilk. Only good at tossing bottles and beating their chest. She doubted she'd get the fight she needed from him. But with the addition of this other...who seemed to use magic? Now she was ready. Her tail flicked once, a 'come hither' to the man in the stands.

Murder Expert
:The arena changed shape? Neat. Abram didn't know it could do that, probably because he didn't read the manual or whatever. So, he'd waltz inside, The Reverend drawn from it's holster, and leveled at the beasty. Did she morph into it, or had he been talking to a tentacle rape monster this whole time? His free hand plucked several(4) bullets from the gunbelt, but hadn't done anything with them just yet. For now. He'd wait. Seems as though, someone else was going to enter the fray.:

Cyrus Damon
Cyrus just realized that the arena began to shift and change. Cyrus began to get uneasy and sick to his stomach as his eyes tried to adjust to the world growing into what looks like buildings? His left foot was on top of one of the buildings as it began to grow and before it got too high. He rolled away from it into the middle of a street. His light blue eyes simply admired the look of the buildings he has never seen before in his life. Does the arena just shift and change to random places? Or just this one? More questions began forming within his mind. As if he completely forgot he is about to fight for his life. He stopped admiring the scenery long enough to once more analyze the creature up ahead of him. Wait. No. There is also a man, with some kind of weapon in his hand. What is that thing? He has never seen one of those before. Wait! Stay focused! They both could be threats? Or just the one? Either way. It is time. He can feel it in the air, the voice of death welcoming him with open arms. The pressure of a fight in the air like a gas filling his lungs with tar and his mind with mush. He knows this feeling all too well. He has never won a duel yet...But he will this time! Right? His right hand hovered off the ground, aligned with his shoulders. His voice a whisper. "Famna Urdon Galfam." Most would not be able to hear what he had said unless they have supernatural hearing. Water formed from what seemed like thin air, taking the shape of icycles aiming at the creature. Hardening as they froze over and became ice missiles. Only two were able to form. Since, a third one would make them all fail. He is not strong enough yet to hold more than that. But it will be enough! It must be! Or he may not make it out. He now waited for the other two to make the first move. They seem like they really know what they are doing. He did not even graduate his first year of magic school yet.[E]

Sonnie Khanivore
She flicked her gaze between the two potential combatants. But she knew what a gun could do. She didn't know what magic could do, so she put her main focus on that. Her tail coming around as she shifted, her position. All predatory grace, her tail coiling endlessly around her, the blade slicing slowly through the air as she made sure she was not pinned between the two. It seemed the magic male could use ice. Ice was not a good thing, as she had two parts of her that reacted poorly to cold. It would slow her down, much more than any pain or blood loss. He was, definately, the larger threat now. So, she made sure to work towards removing that threat, or forcing him to attack her. With no sound at all, other than the sound her body made on the floor as her claws moved, she began to move towards him. Her body like that of a serpent as she moved to run passed the first male, her tail slicing forward, working to act like a rope, that could strike at the magic male's feet. If she could knock them out from under him, she could line herself up for another attack, to bring her tail around, with the intent of impaling the male into the concrete street below him. Of course, if she missed, or he blocked some how, there was potential to use the blade of her tail instead, since unless he bounced it away, it would slide along.

Murder Expert  	:Almost insulted. It seemed as though the wee beasty thought of Abram as a side dish, instead of the main course, of this ass kicking buffet. So when Abram was out right ignored(?) so the creature could go after magic boy(Cyrus) Abram went after her. His own body looked humanoid, but he was something that regularly beat other animals to death with his bare hands. In The Wasteland, he was the super predator. And this beasty was about to find this out. Running after her, two things happened. The first was, the hand holding those bullets(4) had tossed them on ahead of her. Right after The Reverend, which was already out, it was aimed for the beast's back. A squeeze of the trigger, sending a .45 heavily explosive round for the beast's center of mass. Impact from the round, would result in about a 1x1 spherical foot of devastating energy, which also acted as a finite source of magic, that sucked other sources of magic away. Could the beast handle a fight, without use of her spine? Abram was called the redcap for a reason. He laid his plan out well. Could the beast survive?:

Cyrus Damon
Cyrus had not expected the creature to suddenly charge at him. The thought of such a massive being coming to finish him immediately made him freeze in fear. Long enough for the creature to get halfway to him before he regained control of his limps. It is far too late. His hands started to shake and his adrenaline was pumping far too hard. He squinted as his vision began to tunnel. Focused entirely on the creature and did not even notice the man. His hand shot forth and the icicles follow the trajectory. He did not know quite aim that well. So the creature would be able to easily avoid them, especially since they are only moving at a human's maximum running speed. Nothing compared to these people who are so well trained and capable. Once he had shot forth the ice missiles. He immediately put forth both of his hands in front of his body. His voice much louder than it was a moment ago. Most likely due to the fear coursing through his body. "Paun Dondon Gongraph don." A blue dome shield would form within the next second to cover himself and about five feet in front of him. If the monster attacked before he got the shield up, it would easily hit him without any effort. If the shield was brought up in time, the shield would cackle and most likely break from one hit. Since it is only strong enough to handle what a human body could handle. Which, against this creature, would be at most one hit before it dissipates. Once the shield is broken, it will send him flying back a few feet from the force. This, is the biggest moment of his life. He has never fought such a tremendous force before. A new experience means new growth.[E](*How to quite aim)

Sonnie Khanivore
She would easily be able to dodge the ice sickles, if she had not been shot by something that moved faster than human speed. The bullet would strike her while she was not prepared, and the resulting explosion was enough to crack a rib, and rip a hole in her scaled body. But it did not go through her, instead, it revealed the muscle and patches of bone underneath it, as she was shot off course. Her speed hindered, she avoided the ice, mostly because she was forced to move by the explosion long before she had a chance to dodge. At the same time, this would save Cyrus from a much more painful attack, as it took longer for the blade of her tail to make the reach. Slamming into the barely formed shield, but without nearly the force that he might have expected. Rather than using brute force to crush through the shield, she was using moment and width, or the lack there of, to get through. Her blade like tail end slicing through the shield, and slicing path him, most likely close enough to give a shallow slice on the cheek or shoulder. Khanivore was not built for overwhelming power, but speed and precision. Death by a thousand cuts, rather than a sledge hammer to the chest. She hissed in pleasure and pain as blue blood began to glow as it oozed down her side. She flicked a glance to it, before turning her eye to the other male. So, they were both threats. Understood, she would adjust her tactics. Her blood would coagulate soon enough, as she had been genetically engineered not to bleed out. Instead, she whisked passed Cryrus, and into an alley, burrowing into a building through a window, a scrape of metal on stone as her bladed body slipped through the to small window, and left a hole behind. She'd take some time to begin burrowing through the building, gathering a few things for when she burst out next. This would give the boy a short time to prepare, while she moved, unseen by the normal eye.

Murder Expert  	:Bullet didn't punch through as expected. He'd take note of that, the explosion from the bullet likely helped, due to heat being enough to cauterize the wound. However, the bullets on ahead of the beast, as he had tossed them on ahead of her. Abram shot each one of them, causing them to explode as her tail(one of them, or was it en-mass?) To be caught up in in a total of 8 explosions(due to bullet impacting bullet) could the creature's tail survive such force? It'd also effect how well the boy's magic shield worked, since Abram's bullets ate up magic, as the explosions they caused dissipate. Wrenching away the magic shield(Likely) as well as thoroughly fucking that tail up. Assuming the beasty ran off after that, Abram would casually walk up, and touch his hand into the blood, dropped from the creature. Sniffing it, before it was licked off his fingers. Hunter activated. He could track her. If the boy was hurt to bad from the explosion and the tail attack. Abram would offer to put out of his misery, by stomping his skull to mush. All the while, he'd casually reload The Reverend. The secondary barrel hadn't even been used yet. This was kind of interesting, but! The blood in his veins wasn't really pumping yet. No. right now, but perhaps soon the fun would begin. The blood of the beast didn't taste too bad at all, Abram's abnormal constitution would ward off after effects, such as poison, at least with such a small dose. If anything, tasting the blood, just made him want to turn the beast into his next meal.:
Cyrus Damon
The explosion had completely caught him off guard. He was not paying attention at all to what the man was doing. Well, now he was definitely paying attention to him as well! the explosion had made him slow the progress of the shield, long enough for the tail to hit a little more precise than what was initially put forth. A good slash was implemented on his shoulder. Blood splattering to the side onto the street below his feet. His eyes shaking a little from the pain and shock of what just happened. He took a step back before more explosions came forth. His shield completely gone and he was sent back from the force. Flying back a few feet through the front window of a store. The glass shattering around him as he hit the ground. He shook his head from the impact, ears ringing and eyes temporarily blind for a moment. He pushed himself off the ground and groaned in pain. Brushing off the glass from his robes. That was powerful! These two people are amazing! How could he have a chance? No! He thought of how his sister beat impossible odds and never backed down. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on them both again. Walking out of the store while he lifted his left arm this time. His right arm needs a moment from the good cut to the right shoulder. Two more icicles formed as he backed himself up to a wall on the street. Trying to keep them at a distance and hope the creature does not sneak up on him from behind. Otherwise, he would be ended right away. His reaction time is not that good..It is not like he has fought for his life...This is his first rodeo. But he got this! Nothing will stop him! He will be as strong as his sister! One way or another! His eyes became full of dedication.[E]

Sonnie Khanivore
The only adverse side effects he might have from drinking her blood, was that he was going to glow a bit. His tongue, his lips, his fingers, etc. As for the taste, it was a bit strange. Dry, but with a heavy undercurrent of sea creature. Not quite fishy, but more like calamari. Wrong species, but close enough. As for the shots he fired at her, she was much more prepared this time. It was easy enough to use one eye to predict his shots, and dodge the majority of them away from her more vital area. As he went for her tail, she shifted to allow him to strike less important spots, such as her legs. A few blasts missed her completely thanks to her effort, but the majority were fired into her legs, and blew off her front and back, right limb. Her tail splitting apart to counter balance, thin [relatively] spiked tentacles that she used to move her without breaking stride. Her legs dropping to the street behind her. But otherwise, she was still in good condition, as she was a true survivor. She had fought and survived many fights, in worse conditions than this. Still, unaware of his tracking ability, she made no effort to hide herself. Although it would not do him much good in trying to figure out her plan, as she seemed to just be wriggling around and moving randomly. At least, until she began to climb up through the inside of the building, moving up to the roof, with a great racket, and onto the flat top. With a few moments of prep, she leaped off the top of the building, diving straight towards the male with the gun. Hoping to use the short time to surprise him with what she did next. First, her body was coated in all kinds of strange knicknacks, such as desks, shelves, and cupboards, designed to help eat the explosions as she curled around, aiming to give him the chance to shoot her back, but not hit anything vital. If he tried to fire, he wouldn't have time to dodge, and would allow her to use her weight to try and crush him, and the blades along her body to slice into him. But she was prepared for if he dodged as well, with her two remaining tail tentacles holding chairs, which, if he dodged, she would fling at him. Hoping to either hit him, or distract him so that he could not proper retaliate again. She would not give him a chance to recover. It was either going to be a war of attrition, or she would press him until he got a good blow off on her, and she died. She recognized the other was a rookie, and would not know how to properly fight against her or the male. But, she was also aware he could get lucky...he was going to be her target, once this was all over, for a different reason. For now, she would rely on her improvised armor to protect her from his ice, while she dealt with the bigger threat.

Murder Expert
:Seems as though Abram did not have to headstomp the boy to death. That was good, but the kid seemed kind of green. Was he supposed to help in this? His mouth tasted like he had been eating raw shell fish and squid, and the blood he touched glowed. The Reverend glowed as well. The bullets, and the primary barrel had been altered just a bit. The barrel was re-enforced, while the bullets were altered so that when the impacted the blast radius was the same as a fragmentation grenade going off, at point of impact.: '' Boy. Are you an enemy of mine too? Or is it just the she-beast? '' :Though the creature had no outstanding gender traits, the creature's blood tasted female. Having ate a lot of different beasts in his life, he could tell the difference. The creature was busy climbing buildings and picking up objects to pelt Abram with, or defend against the bullets. The 8 shots that exploded just moments ago, should have caught her tail as it impacted against the boy's shield, so Abram's aim was just a tad off. He didn't like missing a shot. While the creature bounced around and collecting such things as chairs, and tables, maybe an armoire, or a big table to. While it was doing that, Abram braced both arms, and readied himself, both feet were planted, both arms would act as shock absorbers. Pulling the trigger, as the beast reemerged from hiding/collecting. It would be met with the secondary gun barrel erupting in it's direction, just as it began to pelt furniture. Abram wasn't about defense, he had it because of what he was, so he could take damage. He was all about offense, because. To him, Offensive power, was the best defense. The secondary barrel launched it's very large Lahti 39-L sized bullet, which was much heavier than the actual bullet it was based off of. The shear air pressure of the bullet's wake, discarded most of what thrown at him, so much so that he didn't have to dodge much. As the bullet sped along, impact would result in the kind of devastation that destroyed bunkers, and whatever was inside the bunker. Primarily, this barrel was used to fell dragons. A few seconds after the bullet escaped the barrel, it exploded, dragging bright finite energy to envelope the creature in, within a 10x10 spherical zone of destruction, that would suck all the magic away from any sort of spell near it, or magical protection. Those not magical, would still take massive, nearly fatal damage, without having the very essence of mana sucked from their bodies.:

Cyrus Damon
He was backed up against the wall. His chest heaving as he tried to calm his nerves. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Tapping into his reserve, a bucket worth of his extensively large mana reserve that he does not know exists. He felt the vigor return to him. He could feel the strength stretch out like a fifth limb from his body. He opened his eyes in time to hear the man speak out towards him. His eyes that appear grey at the distance they are from each other simply stared at him. "I do not know...Are we suppose to fight as well?" he asked with obvious trepidation in his voice. However, his attention diverted as the creature emerged with all these different furniture and shelves as improvised protection. What is this?! He threw his left hand forward as the two icicles flew through the air towards the creature. However, the chances of him landing them while fighting the man was practically null. That did not stop him from trying to attack. Although, if he has to fight the man as well?...He might as well let them kill each other and then take on the winner who is weaker? PSSSSHH. Like that would do anything different than right now. He might as well hope he makes friends who whoever is winner. Since, he has no idea that people respond after the fight. He thinks that once you die, you are dead forever. This is a whole new meaning to fear. But he is trying! No matter what! His right hand shakes but lifts up to get ready to create two more icicles once the other two miss or shatter against something. Doubtful of them piercing.[E]

Sonnie Khanivore
She had been right to gamble on him having not run away, but she had not expected the way he attacked her. Luckily for her, as the bullet, or whatever it was, slammed into her, it would hit her spine. While she couldn't dodge like she had before, she could do the same thing about her damage mitigation. As the bullet ripped through her, exploding and severing her in half, she felt a moment of pure, raw, unadulterated satisfaction. With the blinding agony of her body being torn in, literal, half, only her redundant organs kept her from dying immediately. As it was, she had time only for one last attack, before she would most likely die from massive trauma. Sinking her tail tentacles into her lower half, what was left of it, she brought them around, slamming them into the male below her. While he had arrested her forward momentum, she was to close now, and even if she couldn't kill him, she WOULD get a single drop of blood from him. Using her own weaponized body, the parts she had left, she would slam them into the male, and drive her spikes through them, intent on, if not impaling, at least scratching the male. Even in an unfair battle, she would set her own goals, her own win conditions. And the problem with relying entirely on offense without defense, was that it left one open, if someone survived the first attack. Luckily for her, since she came from a world completely devoid of magic in any form, the magic sucking had no effect on her. But it would also most likely stop the ice spikes from impaling her. No, with her final action, she would smile at the male who had shot her, her glowing blood oozing between her teeth, as she brought her head down to stare him in the eyes. She didn't have the energy left to stab him with the blade of her head. But she would die, knowing she had fought one who outclassed her in every way, and had drawn blood. But her real attetnion, was on the boy. She had use for him...when she revived. And with that, she expired, her body sagging, what was left of it, with a smile on her maw.

Murder Expert
:Somehow, the bullet didn't explode just before hitting the beast, instead it had slammed through, split it in half, and exploded just behind it. Abram made his own bullets, so, he chalked this up to being drunk during the creation. It was frustrating, almost as frustrating as the beast actually slamming into him. The smell of seared monster flesh did make him hungry, so the moment she slammed into him, his bear trap like mouth opened up, and them slammed down, bitting into whatever was closest to him. Tossed around and what not, she did manage to draw blood. A sticky, syrupy red mess, that drizzled down his form, continuing to eat the beast, as the lights went out of its eyes. He took his fill, slurping up a tentacle, as one would a lone spaghetti noodle. Those mad eyes of his locked onto the boy, The Reverend never left his hands, though one held onto another portion of the beast he just felled. The other aimed for the kid.: '' Got any fight left in ya, son? Or you want to call this over? '' :His voice was harsh, and oddly enough, this was like chinese food. He just ate, but he was still hungry. So, if the kid wanted to throw them bones, Abram was willing to fight still. The kid would just be the side, to the beasts main course. Absentmindedly, another tentacle, one that his free hand had plucked up, it began to feed it into his maw of needle teeth. The whole time, his eyes never leaving the kid, nor did the gun barrel lower.:

Cyrus Damon
Those icicles did absolutely nothing as they were completely annihilated when the explosive round exploded. His right hand lifted in front of his face to block the light from the explosion from his eyes. He blinked a few times to help his eyes adjust to what was a sudden burst. His mouth opened agape in surprise and he simply stared for a minute. Not really registering what had happened after the explosion. All of the blood and the creature that was ripped in half only sent him stumbling in his own head of grasping reality. It was not until he heard the man's voice directed at him did he come back to. He tried to muster up the strength to respond, was the man giving him a chance to not die? That sounds like a great plan. His arms lowered to his sides and he shook his head. His voice following after with a squeak and a stutter. "O-over." he coughs and swallows his fear. "The fight is over please.." he stated while looking down at the ground shortly after. Whispering below his breath of fear. "I am sorry sis...I am not as strong as you are yet..." is all he said before looking back at the man. Waiting to see if he does not kill him with obviously only one bullet. Since, it is not like he could handle one bullet.[E]