Dawn of Champions Tournament [IC thread]

[Imperial Octavia]

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OOC thread

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Welcome Back to the Dawn of Champions Tournament, televised by the Cosmic Entertainment Company. We do seriously apologize for the technical difficulties of the last tournament, which caused our fighters to be trapped inside the factory dimension forever, however this time thanks to our rescue team saving those poor lads from dying from age in a toasty dimension they will rebooted back to the start of a brand new battle royale to win a mysterious prize that shall crown them, the Battle Emperor, the greatest warrior that has ever lived throughout the entire multiverse! Our new dimension shall be Chucksville, an almost endless city that puts the floating gardens of Babylon to shame! By its colonial architectural beauty and of course, the biodiversity of various flowers and other plants from around the omniverse! We hope to see you, gladiator from nowhere, join the fight soon and become the most feared and revered gladiator alive!

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1. Your Challenger cannot be too OP. The main idea of this is a fair and enjoyable experience, not your all-encompassing God Of Death coming down and obliterating all of the other Challengers.
2. If you apply, stick to it! Don't chicken out or leave us on read-this'll be fun!
3. Don't be a sore loser. When and if your Character dies, don't get upset. You have an extremely low chance at winning this. Your Challenger is going to die sooner or later.
4. No Camping. If you just chill on some secluded rooftop and have a snack, you're not going to win. Even if you're the last Alive, you didn't fight for it. We have recognized the right for long-range to freely blow the brains out of their opponents from far distances.
5. Magic, non-OP Superpowers, and advanced Tech is absolutely allowed. However, you need to keep in mind we could have contestants from the Roman Times. Be fair.
6. No Scanning or Tracking. You must go dark for this challenge. And, knowing where everyone is ruins the fun.
7. Be Original! Boring Characters make for boring game play. Get wild with you Challenger!
8. The most important of all, have fun!
9. You can retcon your characters from the Old RP, which was experiencing technical difficulties.

[Imperial Octavia]

As the Champions started to arrive through various means of travel provided by themselves or through the Tesla gates designed specifically to carry a singular person or a collective group to one specific destination was Chucksville. The newly generated battleground for the Dawn of Champions tournament hosted by His Imperial Majesty’s Government and the Sovereign himself who would be watching at High charity to observe the battles fought between the multiverse’s greatest warriors for the title as the Master of the Universe, alongside winning a mysterious grand prize bestowed to them by His Grace, Emperor VictorNet — when the battle royale ends with only the last man standing. With the final aspects of the map were completed, everyone would spawn in beatifully built Romanic Cathedral. Where at the post, was seen with a holographic version of the Leviathan Emperor dressed as a Pope from the Renaissance filling his mechanized narcissism with most unholy thoughts. ”Welcome players to the Dawn of Champions. Where you shall be pardon of your sins by a baptism of fire! However, if you are a Xeno. That is for the fictional lord to decide your faith! Now before you begin the holiest of baptisms. Does anyone have any questions? For am I a holy man and I do the bidding of the nonexistent god!” VictorNet preached with a heavy tone. Awaiting a response.

[Veise]

Astre returned for the second iteration of that multiversal battle royal, but came in with his hood already up. He was quite sore about the way that last one ended, but he had landed a kill and caused plenty of destruction. Knowing it would probably return, he had organized for himself a little squad. Astre returned, emerging through the portal as a mysterious figure in a grey cloak. He was accompanied by a large squadron of five men in red cloaks, another one in a black cloak, a small, narrow-shouldered one in a white cloak, and one with a matching cloak like Astre's. Their cloaks entirely concealed their armaments and equipment, though the end of a sheathed blade poked out past the hem of the white cloak of the short one.

The squadron remained silent as they began analyzing their prey, except for Astre. He was a man of practicality but he was also a princely diva, and so be it if it revealed who he was. It didn't matter anyways. Very few truly knew his true power. "Oi. Save your breath for later so I can knock it all out of you." sternly threatened the Prince, glaring at VictorNet and leaning on one hip. His entourage of eight stood behind him, dramatically glaring at VictorNet as well.

[Eodor]

Spacetime shattered, reality altered and the air burned. From a location best left undescribed, there came a flash of purple light. The light warped objects around it, akin to a small-scale gravitational lensing effect. Then, as quickly as it had began, the lightshow ended, spacetime was restored and the air was normal again. From a small patch of black on the ground emerged a man best described as short, child-like and wholly unfit for gladitorial combat. To the untrained observer, he was little more than a young girl, one who had likely stepped through the wrong Rift portal.

Haisan Uluvan, High Executioner of the Irenton Empire, Chosen of the Great Nicholas, was adept at looking harmless. Or, he was until he lifted his greatest weapon: Executioner. The battle scythe, bestowed upon him by Ar'Aknos, the former Sentinel-General of the Black Guard and champion of the Emperor Nicholas, was designed for a man far taller and bulkier than he. The weapon stood over twice his height, but he wielded it as if it were little more than a stick. Fast and fluid movements were his preferred fighting style, the scythe simply adding that extra punch when needed.

He looked around, eyes wide as they adjusted to the lighting. He regarded the architecture of the structure more than his competitors, taking in the sights where he would be fighting. There was nice open space within, more than enough room for him to move about. Settling on a plan nothing short of mad, he raised his scythe, ready and waiting for the call for action.

[The Chuck]

One of the portals flashed and Daniel rode in on Bonnie. This time he was ready for this fight. While he had a breather after being pulled out of that God damned volcanic dimension he had been reunited with his horse through some type of black magic sorcery. Happy to be reunited he had gone out and met with an intergalactic merchant and had purchased some more equipment for round two. He now had saddle bags loaded with medical supplies and other materials to deal with wounds. As he took inventory, he let his eyes wander over the crowd of contestants.

From atop Bonnie, Daniel saw the faces of many familiar fellow contestants who had tried to kill him but at the moment he could take time to carefully read over each of the others. As he looked over the contestants, his eyes locked with Stan Dixon's. Smiling, Daniel tipped his hat and spoke,

"Good shooting last time Tex! See you on the battlefield later."

Continuing to scan the crowds, Daniel's eyes came to rest on a group of cloaked figures. Sensing that he had encountered them before he frowned but couldn't put his finger on who it might be. While he looked he realized that some of the former contestants were missing. Specifically the giant mechs, that Oni cat thing and the other fellow, and that angelic prince. Maybe one of the hooded figures was one of those contestants... Moving on he continued to scan over the group of faces until he saw Erika. He figured they had formed a good team last time so might as well continue it if she wanted to. Nudging Bonnie, he moved towards her. While Bonnie moved towards Erika he also saw Engineer with his mates and waved.

[Skyhooked]

Skyhookedian council prepared themselves for the tournament, cleaned thier guns, sharpened their blades and tended to their armors, until the hour had come. As soon as the sigan was recieved, they walked towards the teleporter, and warped to the the specified coordinates.

Now, here they are. Five members of the Council, who are ready to test their skills in the dimension, where natural, piteresque beauty will soon go hand in hand with bloody gore and gruesome deaths.

Stan Dixon was dressed in his jeans, blue hawaian shirt, bulletproof vest and a cowboy hat. He was sipping whiskey from his flask and casually spinning his revolver. Casey James, dressed in rasta t-shirt could be seen smoking another joint and wondering if his dreadlocks will be set on fire just like that time on the factory.

John Walker AI just analized the architecture and ran quick diagnostics of his systems, scanning his body. He lacked a few less essential hull plates, but otherwise was in fully in order.

Being not only warriror, but also a bit of skald,a poet, Bjorn of Steel just stood there and enjoyed sights of the cathedral. Yet he looked like he was ready for an intense battle. His steel nordic style armor with Valknut symbol on one of the pauldrons and raven on his chest plate, together with a bear pelt on his head, made his look pretty intimidating. Near him, stood First Leader Seth, the man, who led the revolution and overthrew the tyranny in his country, now called Skyhooked. Dressed in his military fatigues with red paint markings, an outfit, he used to wear duirng the revolution, he looked like he was ready to some guerilla fighting.

When they saw an extremely beautiful and majestic rooms of a cathedral, they thought for a while, that the teleporter moved them to some random place as it usually does, because of it's elaborate calibration, however, those thoughts disappeared as soon as they heared a familiar voice. Meanwhile, Stan responds to Daniel.

"Well, nice to see ya' too partner! Ya' got a chance to shoot me back, so don't ya' waste it. And remeber, that I ain't gonna make it easy for ya'! Cuz that's ain't interestin'!"- Stan then asks the hologramm. -"Are there any hidden events... like on factory?"

[Imperial Octavia]

Skyhookedian council prepared themselves for the tournament, cleaned thier guns, sharpened their blades and tended to their armors, until the hour had come. As soon as the sigan was recieved, they walked towards the teleporter, and warped to the the specified coordinates.

Now, here they are. Five members of the Council, who are ready to test their skills in the dimension, where natural, piteresque beauty will soon go hand in hand with bloody gore and gruesome deaths.

Stan Dixon was dressed in his jeans, blue hawaian shirt, bulletproof vest and a cowboy hat. He was sipping whiskey from his flask and casually spinning his revolver. Casey James, dressed in rasta t-shirt could be seen smoking another joint and wondering if his dreadlocks will be set on fire just like that time on the factory.

John Walker AI just analized the architecture and ran quick diagnostics of his systems, scanning his body. He lacked a few less essential hull plates, but otherwise was in fully in order.

Being not only warriror, but also a bit of skald,a poet, Bjorn of Steel just stood there and enjoyed sights of the cathedral. Yet he looked like he was ready for an intense battle. His steel nordic style armor with Valknut symbol on one of the pauldrons and raven on his chest plate, together with a bear pelt on his head, made his look pretty intimidating. Near him, stood First Leader Seth, the man, who led the revolution and overthrew the tyranny in his country, now called Skyhooked. Dressed in his military fatigues with red paint markings, an outfit, he used to wear duirng the revolution, he looked like he was ready to some guerilla fighting.

When they saw an extremely beautiful and majestic rooms of a cathedral, they thought for a while, that the teleporter moved them to some random place as it usually does, because of it's elaborate calibration, however, those thoughts disappeared as soon as they heared a familiar voice. Meanwhile, Stan responds to Daniel.

"Well, nice to see ya' too partner! Ya' got a chance to shoot me back, so don't ya' waste it. And remeber, that I ain't gonna make it easy for ya'! Cuz that's ain't interestin'!"- Stan then asks the hologramm. -"Are there any hidden events... like on factory?"

The Man of the Abyss, Vicky “the Pope” glazed at Stan Dixon with humble eyes. ”Yes, my son. All random events will be directed by the controller behind the screen (you the OC player) to write events to make this tournament more entertaining. However, my son. These events must be a challenge to everyone as well as yourself. For the event to be balanced, not a cheat to the controller’s advantage to have his character win the game. If he is caught doing this. He will be rejected from winning the prize at the end of the game.” Vicky “the Pope”, answered.

The squadron remained silent as they began analyzing their prey, except for Astre. He was a man of practicality but he was also a princely diva, and so be it if it revealed who he was. It didn't matter anyways. Very few truly knew his true power. "Oi. Save your breath for later so I can knock it all out of you." sternly threatened the Prince, glaring at VictorNet and leaning on one hip. His entourage of eight stood behind him, dramatically glaring at VictorNet as well.

Vicky “the Priest” suppressed his rage, causing only minor tremors to occur. He chuckled evilly.”Watch yourself, my son. You may have to face the wrath of the Abyss with the immense nothingness of its might. After speaking blasphemy towards his messagers. If you can survive this baptism of fire before then.” Responded Vicky “the Pope” with a seldom smile.

[Low bloods]

A dark mist appears as three figures.

Leading the trio was none other than the king of Corpses, Oni.

Trailing behind him seeming as a separate pack was the former kings Low And Death both seeming pretty calm even to the extent the two fist bump one another and chuckled.

The group glanced around and listened in a rather silent manner.
They discussed their methods and tactics.

[Greater South]

As the team arrived to their designated spawn point in the cathedral from the teleporter, they looked around and saw many faces; some familiar, some not. the Heavy had taken a deep breath as he looked on. "Good to be back in the fight. Let us learn our lesson from last time, da?"

"Indeed. I'm guessing the enemy will be more on their toes this time, making things several times more difficult for me..." Spy quietly said to himself as he walked through, the Scout merely smirking and the Engineer tipping his hard hat to Daniel.

"So... when's the beatdown gonna start? I've been waitin' for this for, like, a month!" the Scout said as he inspected his bat, while the Sniper giggled at Oni, remembering how he called him an 'Undertale reject'.

[Brigida]

Meanwhile, through the portal, a group of newcomers had also arrived. 13 of them, to be exact, all donning boxing gloves with differring heights and ethnicities, looking around as they inspected their competition. Von Kaiser's eye twitched as his face contorted into one of disciplinary neutrality, in contrast to Glass Joe being visibly scared. Bald Bull made an animalistic growl at Rachel while Mr. Sandman was busy restraining Aran Ryan from unleashing himself on the other competitors.

"C'mon! Lemme at 'em! I'll grind the bastards into black pudding! Drink their blood like a cask 'o' Calidian wine!" Aran yelled as Sandman rolled his eyes. "Don't make me put you to sleep already, Ryan."

[Veise]

Astre ignored whatever the Priest had to say. After all, it was just irrelevant posturing. The Bald Bull's glare, in the meanwhile, was received by not much more than a glare and her dramatically brushing aside some of the hair visible underneath her hood. She turned to Astre and quietly spoke. "Lord Astre, I do believe those shirtless men will come after us immediately."

"I see." Astre glared viciously at Aran Ryan. "Yes, do please keep yelling. It'll be easier to bite you to death when you're out of breath." In his head, he began formulating a plan to safely exit the cathedral without sustaining injury. He mumbled something to Lysander, and one of the red-cloaked men began marching towards one of the cathedral windows.

[Brigida]

Astre ignored whatever the Priest had to say. After all, it was just irrelevant posturing. The Bald Bull's glare, in the meanwhile, was received by not much more than a glare and her dramatically brushing aside some of the hair visible underneath her hood. She turned to Astre and quietly spoke. "Lord Astre, I do believe those shirtless men will come after us immediately."

"I see." Astre glared viciously at Aran Ryan. "Yes, do please keep yelling. It'll be easier to bite you to death when you're out of breath." In his head, he began formulating a plan to safely exit the cathedral without sustaining injury. He mumbled something to Lysander, and one of the red-cloaked men began marching towards one of the cathedral windows.

"Ya wanna bite me ta death, boyo? Why don't you eat that cheap golden toupee of yers' first, ya cheap lil' windy-" Aran ranted and raved as Sandman held him back still as the group spread out, analysing the competition. Don Flamenco, in the meantime, chuckled as he pulled out a red rose from nowhere, giving it a sniff and throwing it to him.

"Dale esto a tu hermana. Ella ha estado esperando otra de mi parte..." Flamenco said with a smirk as he walked off to where another one of his fellow boxers, Super Macho Man. Meanwhile, Glass Joe was still shivering, seeing his intimidating competition and their weaponry.

"Faites attention à ça... vous avez ceci, Glass Joe, vous avez l'esprit- non, vous ne le faites pas- vous le faites! Allez, sois calme, sois calme, ne panique pas..." Glass Joe whimpered quietly to himself as he looked on.

[Veise]

"Ya wanna bite me ta death, boyo? Why don't you eat that cheap golden toupee of yers', ya cheap lil' windy-" Aran ranted and raved as Sandman held him back still as the group spread out, analysing the competition. Don Flamenco, in the meantime, chuckled as he pulled out a red rose from nowhere, giving it a sniff and throwing it to him.

"Dale esto a tu hermana. Ella ha estado esperando otra de mi parte..." Flamenco said with a smirk as he walked off to where another one of his fellow boxers, Super Macho Man. Meanwhile, Glass Joe was still shivering, seeing his intimidating competition and their weaponry.

"Faites attention à ça... vous avez ceci, Glass Joe, vous avez l'esprit- non, vous ne le faites pas- vous le faites! Allez, sois calme, sois calme, ne panique pas..." Glass Joe whimpered quietly to himself as he looked on.

Astre stuck his hand under his hood and ran a hand through his hair. "This hair is vastly more real than the meager chance of survival you possess." retorted the Prince. "I don't suppose you'd like the honor of being my first kill?"

[Imperial Octavia]

”Since everyone is here to be judged by the almighty nothingness. Please make last minute checks on your equipment and strategies with your teammates. As the doors of this cathedral behind you will be opening shortly, leaving you twenty minutes to find a suitable location to ignite your game plan.” Announced, Vicky. As the hologram de-activated with the minute bell of the church rang loudly signaling the beginning segment of the tournament, the wooden cathedral doors opened wide, where contestants would rush down a steep stairway down the hill towards Chucksville, where the show shall officially begin. When twenty minutes is up.

[Brigida]

"Ya wanna bite me ta death, boyo? Why don't you eat that cheap golden toupee of yers', ya cheap lil' windy-" Aran ranted and raved as Sandman held him back still as the group spread out, analysing the competition. Don Flamenco, in the meantime, chuckled as he pulled out a red rose from nowhere, giving it a sniff and throwing it to him.

"Dale esto a tu hermana. Ella ha estado esperando otra de mi parte..." Flamenco said with a smirk as he walked off to where another one of his fellow boxers, Super Macho Man. Meanwhile, Glass Joe was still shivering, seeing his intimidating competition and their weaponry.

"Faites attention à ça... vous avez ceci, Glass Joe, vous avez l'esprit- non, vous ne le faites pas- vous le faites! Allez, sois calme, sois calme, ne panique pas..." Glass Joe whimpered quietly to himself as he looked on.

Astre stuck his hand under his hood and ran a hand through his hair. "This hair is vastly more real than the meager chance of survival you possess." retorted the Prince. "I don't suppose you'd like the honor of being my first kill?"

"Go ahead, mate, try me with all the fuckin' arsebuggery you've got! I swear on me sister's and yers, I'll-" Sandman then covered his mouth, eyeing Astre. "I'd suggest we wait until this VictorNet sucka starts before we get down to bloody business."

Meanwhile, Flamenco was showing pictures to Macho Man from a Polaroid of a girl who'd appear to resemble Septette. "Dude... I'm so gonna stop by and bang that chick after this little match. You want in, Donnie?"

"Sí, ¿por qué no, hombre?" Flamenco said.

”Since everyone is here to be judged by the almighty nothingness. Please make last minute checks on your equipment and strategies with your teammates. As the doors of this cathedral behind you will be opening shortly, leaving you twenty minutes to find a suitable location to ignite your game plan.” Announced, Vicky. As the hologram de-activated with the minute bell of the church rang loudly signaling the beginning segment of the tournament, the wooden cathedral doors opened wide, where contestants would rush down a steep stairway down the hill towards Chucksville, where the show shall officially begin. When twenty minutes is up.

The boxers immediately rushed towards the doorway as they ran down the stairs and went out, Sandman letting go of Aran as he laughed maniacally and looked back at Astre, blowing raspberries at him with his tongue out as he ran off behind them looking for a place within Chucksville to secure themselves, the individual boxers scattering to random locations.

[Greater South]

As the bell rang, Spy then turned invisible as they too ran down the stairwells, Heavy commanding with a 'Go, go, go!' as he held his minigun tight, The Engineer looking back to Daniel as he smiled. "Well, partner, see ya whenever ah can." He said as he ran down, the Spy turning invisible as he ran off as well. The team formed a little differently from earlier; Engineer, Sniper, and Demoman were going solo, while Soldier hitched onto Medic and Heavy while Scout and Pyro teamed up on their route.

[Veise]

"Are we killing them first, milord?" asked Lysander (retconning his black cloak, he's actually got a red one like his five puppets).

"Of course not. I highly doubt they're a fit fight for us. If they survive long enough to even find us, that shall tell me who the worthy warriors--" He eyed Sandman with an almost knowing glance... "-- of their lot are." Astre then took on the voice of a army commander. "THREE LIIIIIINES! Forwwwaaaaard, march!"

The group of 9, including Astre, formed a square formation with Astre front and center, and began marching out of the cathedral.

[The Chuck]

Daniel spurred Bonnie and she started galloping through the cathedral and towards the door and other contestants. As they approached the contestants who were starting to lumber down the stairs, Daniel nudged Bonnie while at a full gallop and she leapt straight over the others. As they flew over the heads of the other contestants, Daniel let out a wild "Yee Haw!" As they landed and continued to rush down the street, the other contestants watched them speed off with the clickety clack of horseshoes on brick.

As Daniel rode he looked for some high ground to work with. Since the city had a lot of stairs and corridors it wasn't the best for a marksman like himself but he could live with it. Moving deeper into the city and away from the Cathedral, Daniel noticed a fairly tall bell tower of a building. Riding past he inspected it before continuing his journey. As he rode, Daniel kept checking his pocket watch as time counted down towards the start of battle. With two minutes to spare, he saw another tall building that he decided to use as his base camp. The front had two large double doors that Bonnie could get through and as they approached, a sensor opened the doors for them. Trotting inside, they were met with a spacious room and balconies leading up a ways. Dismounting Bonnie, Daniel clambered up the steps to the top floor of the building until he had a good vantage point over where he had come from.

[Eodor]

With a happy smile and a skip in his step, Haisan ran towards the outside. He took the stairs five at a time, leaping down with surprising grace. Haisan's plan was simple enough: find a very tall building; sit on top of it; wait until everyone else was near death or whenever he got bored (which would be very quick) and then leap in and kill everyone with extreme violence. As he reached the town, he ascended the nearest house's wall, using his scythe as a rudimentary grappling hook. He crouched low behind the chimney, awaiting for the twenty minute timer to run out and the battle to begin.

[Skyhooked]

As soon as the cathedral doors opened, Skyhookedian council bolted out with a plan of their own. They ran around Chucksville, looking for any shopping area, as there may be a gun store, full of ammo, or at least some pharmacy, where one can find painkillers and other emergency medical supplies, which can greatly help in battle in case of injury. Stores with building supplies were good too, for traps or barricades.

They kept running across the city, enjoying the view at the same time. Too bad, that in ten minutes they only managed to find only a small butcher shop. They still decided to look inside, after all, it offered a relatively defensible position.

Inside, Seth found a sharp, long knife, which he kept, because he forgot his combat knife back at Skyhooked. He was pretty happy with his finding. Meanwhile, Casey James had some munchies, so he took few steaks and used his flame spell to quickly cook them. When they became half-rare half-burned, he quickly ate one of them, leaving the rest for some better times. -"Awesome mean, dudes!", he says.

Stan Dixon in the meantime, wished that this store was a liquor store, filled with alcohol, while he looked for best bushes to set an ambush in. He soon found some very tall flowers with large and numerous leaves, and positioned himself there.

As for John Walker AI, he went outside and started looking for other things, that can be used for advantage. He found, that in fact, there were also other shops too. He found confectionery, which was pretty useless right now, a gift shop, which might have some items, heavy enough to be thrown at enemies, and a furniture shop, a potential source of barricade materials. Also, he found a toy shop, which had few kids chemistry sets. Perhaps, somewhere around there is a gun shop... probably.

-"A science toy for kids and parents... for me though, may be a potential weapon. Being a former lab research AI pays off."-He says to himself, as he proceeds to make explosives. Too bad, the only thing he could quickly make was a smoke bomb. He made a few of them, putting the compound inside containers from the chemistry sets. With them, he returned to his squadmates, who were building a barricade from the furniture near the butchery and gift shop. For strategic purposes, they didn't barricade the fire exits in shops.

Soon the time will be up, and they are now relatively prepared for whatever comes at them.

[Low bloods]

With the ringing of bells the three from Lowblood didn't really have much to touch up on.
Oni was already out of sight prowling around and waiting for a good time to strike looting and planning in the dark corners of the city.

As for the other group Low and Death
"Senpai, theirs souls to reap and treasures to keep, let's get a move on!" Death said as he was breaking a full on sprint

Low snickers in a light tone "Just be on guard, there's alot of gun users and I'd hate to get shot this early."

The two were surprisingly quick, they awaited confrontation while also scouting for a place to hold.
Low also took consideration from all the sniper nests considering he was in open half the time he was around last event.
The group as a whole took relief knowing there was plenty of cover.

[Veise]

Astre Squad, in the meanwhile, decided it would be best to start with one of the castles on the higher-altitude end of the strange city. It provided safety against ranged weaponry, it was resistant to destructive attacks and provided a vantage point over the city. While waiting, they performed a inventory on the castle, finding ammunition, explosives, and spare weaponry here and there within the castle. Using the explosives, Lysander began to devise a sort of hunter-killer system.

The soldiers began drafting plans and whatnot and soon decided that they would sit around and let people try to play their game and see how many poor saps they could outwit. There were a couple other high-positioned, durable looking buildings here and there throughout the city if they needed to retreat, and if they couldn't find a new one they would start playing guerrilla in the bowels of the city which one could fall to their deaths within.

"Rachel, what do you think of the other fighters?" Astre asked, leaning flamboyantly against a wall.

"Do you remember that little girl wielding that enormous axe-looking weapon, Prince Astre?" Rachel said. When she received a nod from the Prince, she continued. "The fact that she could lift such a weapon is unnerving."

"That means something coming from you, a tiny girl with a medieval two-hander. This mystery girl could have strength like yours." replied Astre. "The other competition is mostly rubbish from a first glance, familiar rubbish to me. I've seen most of them. But those newcomers..."

Rachel's eyes widened a tad, and she raised a single eyebrow. "The tall African man?" replied the petite soldier with her fists on her hips.

"I can feel his power. He's competent unlike his comrades, too. You can see it in his stern demeanor."

[Imperial Octavia]

Twenty minutes have ended, the tournament has begun withball secretive cameras televising the contestants across the omniverse on all channels. Has the contestants took prepared themselves for the battle of their very lives. Prince Astre would have triggered a random event, though this event was only to raise the stacks to reap the rewards with Patient Zero, shown on the screen in the sky, as the sky was artificial and was actually a colossal dome encompassing over Chucksville in the Issle Alps.This revealed his location, as the infamous multiversal villain waited for a challenger at Chuckington Square towards the northwest district of the model city sitting at a water fountain covered in black robes with only his ghoulic Frankenstein mask smiling its eerie grin with Zero cracking one of his fingers, giggling to himself.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Erika arrived once again and grimly loaded her M82. While the recoil was far more than what she was used to with her Remington 700, the extra range and incredible stopping power it had would be greatly appreciated.
Upon seeing Daniel, she smiled and waved, before waiting.
The match started, and Erika darted out of the room surprisingly quickly, following Daniel.
After a minor eternity, she finally arrived at the same building he was in, and slowly climbed up. "Hey, Daniel! Good to see you again!"

[Eodor]

Haisan looked up to the screen, memorising the location of Zero. He lifted Executioner from its position on the north facing gable of the house. He looked over the street from his mostly hidden position, leaping across to the next house once sure he was clear. Anyone within a fair distance could easily hear the crashing of the scythe against the rooves as he propelled himself forwards. As he neared the square, he slowed and entered the buildings, ensuring the element of surprise would be with him. He sighted his target, little more than a black pole from where he was. From within his shirt he drew a pair of Reaver knives, intending to fully use his surprise. The glass shattered as he charged through it, throwing the knives and readying his weapon for a controlled impact.