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+Raiz
 leans against the guard rail to gaze below at the Colosseum's battle field. "I do hope my opponent arrives soon. i would like to discuss the details of our match."
 
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+Arkham J
 The cyborg gently stretched out some, then drew her signature blade. Twirling it around some, she then turned her gaze to the male. "Over here."
-Raiz
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-Upon hearing the voice of the cyborg, he turned. Certain that he had indeed determined the source of the voice correctly, he approached her with a rather tense look on his face. "Welcome back miss," he would say with a rather tense tone. Hands stuffed into his pockets, grasping upon unseen orbs within their confines. "I do appreciate your willingness to have a fight with me. Before we discuss the details. I want to apologize in advance. I am definitely going to want this to be a battle to the death. I asked you to fight me because you appear to be the best equipped to kill. I also apologize that this fight won't be quite as competitive as I normally like to give my opponents. In short. You will be fighting against the real me. Not the servant to the Colosseum and its Master as most have fought against before. I do hope you are okay with that." For some reason or another the demon appeared to be quite agitated about something. His ridgid posture, the obvious tension of his muscles, and the faint scowl on his face were all dead giveaways that something left him wanting to blow some steam.
+Raiz
 Upon hearing the voice of the cyborg, he turned. Certain that he had indeed determined the source of the voice correctly, he approached her with a rather tense look on his face. "Welcome back miss," he would say with a rather tense tone. Hands stuffed into his pockets, grasping upon unseen orbs within their confines. "I do appreciate your willingness to have a fight with me. Before we discuss the details. I want to apologize in advance. I am definitely going to want this to be a battle to the death. I asked you to fight me because you appear to be the best equipped to kill. I also apologize that this fight won't be quite as competitive as I normally like to give my opponents. In short. You will be fighting against the real me. Not the servant to the Colosseum and its Master as most have fought against before. I do hope you are okay with that." For some reason or another the demon appeared to be quite agitated about something. His rigid posture, the obvious tension of his muscles, and the faint scowl on his face were all dead giveaways that something left him wanting to blow some steam.
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 Arkham J
-Arkham J
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+An inaudible grunt. The woman appeared to be of few words. Not that it surprised him that much. In this case it just made things all the better. The less personal the fight, the better he could let loose. Hands would emerge from his pockets clutching two orbs of crimson light, the man approaching the guard rail of the stands before hopping over and into the battle field below. The orbs would envelop his hands, two more streams of light enveloping his feet to solidify into a pair of greaves and gauntlets. Clearly made of some sort of metal, the armored weapons also seemed to reflect that of molten rock with fiery veins flowing about in the cracks. Before he even touched the ground his form had also changed to that of a black-skinned being with glowing red eyes. Taller and more shaped out, he had shoulder length black hair that was more wild in appearance with horns protruding from his forehead. A gauntlet clad hand would grip the clothing covering his torso, a sharp tug ripping the fabric from his body as he approached the center of the battlegrounds of the Colosseum. Once in place, the glowing red eyes of his Chaos Form would lock with the cyborg, fingers clenching into a tight fist. "If you have no desire for prizes, nor details to discuss. Come at me," he would say in a distorted voice. Hands would raise, and his right foot would slide back as he assumed his stance. Right hand was held closer to the front with the left more drawn back as he slightly bent down at the knees.
 
-Raiz
+Arkham J
-An inaudible grunt. The woman appeared to be of few words. Not that it surprised him that much. In this case it just made things all the better. The less personal the fight, the better he could let loose. Hands would emerge from his pockets clutching two orbs of crimson light, the man approaching the guard rail of the stands before hopping over and into the battle field below. The orbs would envelop his hands, two more streams of light enveloping his feet to solidify into a pair of greaves and gauntlets. Clearly made of some sort of metal, the armored weapons also seemed to reflect that of molten rock with firey veins flowing about in the cracks. Before he even touched the ground his form had also changed to that of a black-skinned being wi
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-th glowing red eyes. Taller and more shaped out, he had shoulder length black hair that was more wild in appearance with horns protruding from his forehead. A gauntlet clad hand would grip the clothing covering his torso, a sharp tug ripping the fabric from his body as he approached the center of the battlegrounds of the Colosseum. Once in place, the glowing red eyes of his Chaos Form would lock with the cyborg, fingers clenching into a tight fist. "If you have no desire for prizes, nor details to discuss. Come at me," he would say in a distorted voice. Hands would raise, and his right foot would slide back as he assumed his stance. Right hand was held closer to the front with the left more drawn back as he slightly bent down at the knees.
+Raiz
 Nothing happened at all. Not all metallic objects were magnetic. Soul weapons forged out of magic in the fiery pits of hell were one of the things that fell into that category. While they were certainly solid mass, it was more accurate to say that weapons such as this were merely magic made material. As a result they did not follow the boundaries of typical steel. To Raiz he had no idea what it was she attempted to do. He merely understood that the motion was an indication of some form of attack. "Very well then." Crimson flames enveloped his Ifrit weapons, the blazing fires dancing about in an unnatural manner. His left fist would draw back, the flames intensifying, then condensing around his fist as he charged his attack.
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 Arkham J
-Arkham J
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 Raiz
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+The flames were fully condensed around the drawn back fist, and with a sharp punch a cry was let out. "Chaos Flame Pandora Bomb!" The flames of chaos were pushed forward. Set to impact right in the path of the cyborg. Once the flames impacted, Raiz would start moving himself back, grateful that the Chaos of his aura decided not to nip back at its user this time around. Once the flames made contact with the earth, they would explode outward in a sphere of fire and pain. Singing, at the target's (should she be in the 20ft radius on impact) flesh and destabilizing her aura. Even for non-magical beings having a destabilized aura would have a noticeable effect. Lethargy and sluggishness being the most notable of effects most would experience.
 
-Raiz
+Arkham J
 Almost immediately hearing the male scream, and his fist be lifted, the cyborg immediately turned and bolted right back at where she started. "Alright, this is gonna take a while..." Seeing the fire, Arkham did a few hops back. Although she was safe, she wanted to make sure. Drawing her Lightning Bolt, she took aim and fired. 2 lightning bolts would escape the barrel in the shape of a bullet. If these were to connect, the male would get an immense sting right through his left and right pectoral.
 
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+Raiz
 Swift motions were made, arms moving in rapid motion to block each of the bullets. The lightning bullets caught at the crimson flames, dissipating and reforming into crimson bolts of electricity that danced along the sea of flames. Amazingly Raiz found himself unaffected once again by the 50/50 chance of a backlash for utilizing his chaos. "Hehehehe. Chaos Lightning Flame Pandora Bomb!" Both arms swung out, launching the re-channeled energy around the target. One would land to the front right of the cyborg, while the other would land in the back left. All in an attempt to hinder her escape efforts and place her in a situation where she would take damage.
-Arkham J
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 Arkham J
 Seeing how the male blocked the bullets, the cyborg blinked. Grabbing her sword, instead of charging at the male, all she did was throw it to the right. While it flew, the girl would hold her hand out and she was roughly pulled right to the hilt of the sword. Placing her to safety? Yes. Slamming her heels down, she then slid and slowed down. "Phew..." Seeing as this was her chance, Arkham began to sprint at the male.
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 Raiz
-Raiz
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-The flames were fully condensed around the drawn back fist, and with a sharp punch a cry was let out. "Chaos Flame Pandora Bomb!" The flames of chaos were pushed forward. Set to impact right in the path of the cyborg. Once the flames impacted, Raiz would start moving himself back, grateful that the Chaos of his aura decided not to nip back at its user this time around. Once the flames made contact with the earth, they would explode outward in a sphere of fire and pain. Singing, at the target's (should she be in the 20ft radius on impact) flesh and destabilizing her aura. Even for nonmagical beings having a destabilized aura would have a noticable effect. Lethargy and sluggishness being the most notable of effects most would experience.
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 Arkham J
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-Arkham J
+Raiz
 It was now or never. As soon as he saw she was going for the leap, the drawn fist was slammed down into the earth. "Explosive Flame Pandora Bomb!" This would have been done just as she was drawing the gun to fire. An explosive burst of flame enveloping around him in a 20 foot radius with every intention of both searing Arkham and launching her into the air. If he was successful in launching her into the air, his form would begin to change. Slimming in appearance as his skin tone turned to a more fair complexion. His face slimmed, taking on slight feminine features as his hair grew out smooth and straight to his mid back. The horns would retract and six black wings would emerge from his back as his eyes halted their glow, taking on a softer shade of red. Most would describe this form as a marvel. Those that understood what it was often described it as a horror.
 
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+Arkham J
 "Ah!" Indeed, the cyborg was launched into the air, and suffered burn damage at the same time. Though this wasn't anytime to waste, and little time to focus on the consistent pain she was feeling. Drawing her blade, she did a simple twirl in the air to cool herself down, or put out any leftover fire. While in mid twirl, she launched her sword again and was pulled away, then tilted down. Crashing against the Colosseum's floor. "Okay..Injured,but still functional...."
-Raiz
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-rolls a dice and gets 18 out of 20.
+Raiz
 With the chaotic magic finally making contact, the second effects of the flames would quickly start to take hold. Destabilization of her aura would cause lethargy and a sluggish feeling. The gauntlets and greaves had served their purpose. The weapons would shift to energy, reshaping in hand in the form of a war scythe with a skull-like design where blade met handle. The blade was a crimson red while the rest was a simple black shade. With the Reaper's scythe in tow, Raiz launched himself forward. Faster than he was before and stronger, the form he assumed served as the apex of his strength. This fight marked the true debut of his Lord Form, and he had every intention of making it swift. As soon as Arkham had touched the ground, he would launch himself forward with a mighty flap of his six wings, air and dust kicking behind him as he made his way towards the cyborg with the scythe drawn back. He aimed to take full advantage of any disorientation she felt from his counter attack, and finish his opponent off. The moment he was in range, he would swing the scythe directly for his opponent's neck. On the chance she had some form of mundane armor protecting her flesh, she would quickly learn that the scythe would ignore the protection. Even a small scratch to the neck from this blade would spell victory for Raiz.
-Swift motions were made, arms moving in rapid motion to block each of the bullets. The lightning bullets caught at the crimson flames, dissipating and reforming into crimson bolts of electricity that danced along the sea of flames. Amazingly Raiz found himself unaffected once again by the 50/50 chance of a backlash for utilizing his chaos. "Hehehehe. Chaos Lightning Flame Pandora Bomb!" Both arms swung out, launching the rechanneled energy around the target. One would land to the front right of the cyborg, while the other would land in the back left. All in an attempt to hinder her escape efforts and place her in a situation where she would take damage.
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-Arkham J
+Raiz
 An exhale as the cold eyes of Lord Form Raiz stared at his fallen opponent. No congratulations were given even as the head rolled from its shoulders. Hands merely shook, causing the scythe to wobble in his grasp. A flurry of thoughts cycled through his mind. None of which he would ever elect to share. Not easily anyway. "You'll be back in five minutes time," he would finally say as he let his stance relax, the scythe turning into two glowing orbs of energy that would promptly find their place in the pockets of his dress slacks. Long hair would shift as he turned to the spectators stands, his six raven wings flapping once more as he launched himself back towards the spectators stands. Upon landing on the solid ground, a small gust of wind would follow, breezing against the feathers of his wings and long hair. Eyes would close as he reverted to his normal form, hands clenched as he found himself a place to sit with arms folded over his chest. He thought he could get away with blowing some steam. Turned out it did little to quell his unusually bad mood.