[ACRO] Crazy Ol Magtok's Battle Arena of Terror! (COMBAT! I)

[ThirdEmperor]

Cheater! Riv roars, withdrawing the Ragnarok from hammer-space. The Ragnarok is Riv's utterly overpowered weapon that he only used when seriously ticked off, it fires a explosive round with the power of a grenade, which splits into eight smaller rounds with the same force, then splits again, and again, and again until it hits. Riv aims straight down and fires the Ragnarok's laser attachment, blasting himself into the air, and the fires the grenade round. It splits once, then twice, then thrice, then four times, falling towards the ring like a explosive rainstorm.

[Rae Artemi]

I am no cheater.

Len creates dozens of corporeal projections in front of him to block the explosions.

You said nothing of non-magical special abilities when we were outlining the rules.

Len throws the sword he is carrying and has projections speed it along on it's way.

I have broken none of our agreed upon rules, but you have. So I have decided...

Len draws both of his swords.

That today...

Projections begin to appear pushing Len upwards after the sword he threw.

You will die.

[ThirdEmperor]

Riv raises his hand, blocking the sword by allowing it to run his right hand through. Sorry, it appears I can't. He says, pulling the blade out.

[Gnrlshrimp]

"Bullcrap! That sort of thing has got to be magical!" Ba'al shouts out from the his seat. "Cheater!" Ba'al throws a rotten tomato at Len.

[Rae Artemi]

We shall see.

As Len reaches Riv, moving at approximately four hundred miles per hour, he swings both of his sword upwards as hard as he can.

[ThirdEmperor]

Riv blocks with no effort whatsoever. His strength is not only superhuman, but super everything else as well. Cheater prosper, but only if they're smart. He says, swinging his blade hard enough to break Len's if it hits.

[VampireRot]

Ermine jeers along with the crowd and Ba'al. Solid projections are totally magical!

[Rae Artemi]

You're right. It also helps to be fast. Or clever. Or tricky.

The projections sword breaks, and the real Len comes behind Riv and swings as hard as he can at the battery pack on Riv's back.

[ThirdEmperor]

(Not wearing the time-gun no more.)

Or all of the above plus immortal. Riv takes the swords to the back and spins, aiming a right hook at Len's jaw.

[Rae Artemi]

Yeah, Immortal may help too.

The punch catches Len in the leg, as he was still traveling up, and it sends him spinning, still traveling upwards.

A projection appears beside Emily.

Miss Emily, he has broken his agreement with me, so I see no reason for you to keep yours with him. You and your army can attack now, if you'd like.

[ThirdEmperor]

Riv's voice booms through the stadium. INCORRECT. HE HAS BROKEN THE DEAL BY USING MAGIC, MY USE OF SUPER-TECH WAS ONLY IN SELF DEFENSE AGAINST HIS CHEATING! ASK ANYONE HERE!

[Lix Lorn]

"I was watching." she said venomously. "And 'no magic' is a stupid rule. The definition of magic is the most contested thing in the entire multiverse."

[Rae Artemi]

An incorporeal projection appears beside Riv.

Incorrect. Ask any mage here. I have not been using any magic. You said nothing of my psychic projections.

[ThirdEmperor]

And there you are. Using justifications just to kill people you don't like. The Riv next to her says. I'm a supervillian and part eldritch abomination and I'm the most trust-worthy one here. The Riv next to Emily says.

[Gnrlshrimp]

Right, that's enough. "It's ****ing magic and you know it!" Ba'al shouts, "And this is an arena. If you want to have a fight, bloody well wait your turn and have it in there! I'm not having anyone starting a fight up here."

[VampireRot]

"Oi! I'd say... Oi'm... Ar... Dis dude is da most trustwordy."

Ermine jeers some more and points at Ba'al, who is sitting next to her.

"Now GIT WIT DA FIGHTIN! Or open da shark pit!"

Magtok has a shark pit in his Arena of Terror, right? Right?

[Rae Artemi]

I'm not using justification to kill someone I don't like. I'm using justifications to kill a bloody madman who deserves to die.

An incorporeal projection appears next to Ba'al.

Excuse me sir, but are you a mage?

[VampireRot]

"It don't matter! If ye ain't usin' no fancy shmancy tech-no-logy den its magic!"

Len's projection gets glared at by Ermine! Glare!

"Imma repeat meself. Get wit da fightin' or git out!"

[ThirdEmperor]

I was in fact speaking to the exalted you are currently urging to assist your cheating. Riv says to Len, before turning to Emily. You call yourself a guardian of all that is good? Don't make me laugh, you're just a stuck up fool, attacking anything you decide "needs to die" just because it insulted you. You honestly think that you are the judge of good and evil? Don't make me laugh. there are more types of evil than your tiny mind can comprehend, and you are just a tyrant of another kind.

[Lix Lorn]

"Actually." she said coolly. "I'm not an Exalted right now. Nor am I good. I'm currently chaotic neutral, and I intend to kill you mainly because you are severely pissing me off."

[ThirdEmperor]

Okay. I'll kick your but till you urn exalted, then I'll repeat my little speech. Says the second Riv, grinning cheekily. You want the first move?

[Gnrlshrimp]

"No, I am not a mage, but you can't get away with considering what you do to be separate from magic. If it can't be explained without involving "special powers", it's magic, regardless of how said powers are formed or used." Ba'al grins at Len, "Trying to give yourself an advantage by use of a technicality is still cheating."

[Rae Artemi]

YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! The real Len screams from above Riv.

He closes his eyes and concentrates, suddenly several corporeal projections begin appearing and disappearing, attacking Riv from all directions at once, hoping to strike at a weak point.

You say that there are many types of evil, but I know one thing. Evil is evil. It doesn't matter if it's a slight evil or a major one, if you do not try to redeem yourself, you don't deserve redemption, you only deserve death.

(The projections can only actually do about a tenth of the damage that the actual Len would, but still, attacks from all directions.)

[VampireRot]

"Yar. Finally. Lazy bums."

Ermine stuffs some grasshoppers into her mouth, crunching noisily.

[Gnrlshrimp]

"Indeed. I wish they'd wait their turns and have proper arena fights, but if they're going to stop bickering and actually start fighting each other, I suppose it's better than nothing." Ba'al takes another swig from his bottle of odd-looking odd-smelling drink.

[Rae Artemi]

I'm still standing here, you know.

The projection appears annoyed.

[VampireRot]

"Course we do. Why else would we be badmouthin' ye?"

Ermine gives Len's projection a toothy grin.

[Rae Artemi]

Oh, I was just reminding you. Oh, and I still want my platinums back.

[ThirdEmperor]

Your right. I don't deserve redemption. I don't deserve a second chance. I deserve death. Riv says, floating upwards towards Len. I deserve death with no appeal, and the worst afterlife the gods have devised. With this he raises the Ragnarok, aiming at Len. I, in my hubris grafted a eldritch abomination's essence to myself, attacked people and destroyed cities merely because I wanted to. And I am evil. With this Riv runs his hand along the Ragnarok's dials, each one switching from red to green. As are you. You attempted to kill a sentient creature, and it matters not whether it was human or not. You accepted a duel over a man's life, and you cheated in that duel. And so we both deserve the same. You have proven your self no different from me. Worse in fact, for through this duel you have tried to kill me, whilst I have never taken a human life, nor that of any sentient being. And so I, although I could never be good, posit that I, myself, a supervillain, am the least evil man here. With this Riv points the gun into the air and fires. The bullet shoots into the sky, hangs for a second, then falls. As the bullet hurtles towards the ring it splits, then again and again, not stopping this time, but multiplying until they form a solid wall of burning, explosive lead, raining down on the arena below. Betcha a twenty I see you in hell too.

[VampireRot]

"Ain't gunna 'appen."

Ermine kinda bet them on the fight. Hehe.

Also: crazy scientist Hannibal Lecture!

"Eh. I'm gunna rate dat below Magtok's, thou it was pretty good."

Bad Ermine! No breaking the fourth wall! *Smacketh*