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Description: To debut the opening of the new Beach Selena, which sits on the western coast of the GTB plot of land, Midus has decided to host the second round of the tournament in this lovely place. The sun is shining brightly as the warm breeze blows gentle waves along the clear crystal waters. Boats, surfers, and ski boats trail the waters as a large crowd of spectators gather around a single large wooden platform situated out in the middle of the water. This platform will serve as the fighting ground for both fighters as they are transported out here, either via boat or by their own creative method. The platform itself is made of wood, but contains a solid slab of stone underneath it that is four feet tall meant to keep the platform from being destroyed. Though you may think you can destroy rock with your attacks, this stone is extra tough, meaning knocking chunks out of it will be your only capability, so don't expect to punch any holes through it.

Field Measurements: The platform is a square shape, with the distance measured from one side to the other merely 15 yards, which equates to 45 feet. You won't be able to run around this thing as freely as the last arena. The platform is raised a foot above water, so if you fall off, you can still simply climb back on. The platform is rooted underneath with a four pillars of the same stone at each corner, so it will always remain stationary. The pillars are ten feet long each (and quite wide), touching the sandy floor underneath.

Ten Count Boundary: Falling into the water begins the ten count. If the other fighter goes into the water, too, or makes contact with the fighter in count-out in any way, the count resets. This does not apply if both fighters are in the water. Only when a fighter has both feet on the platform does the count stop for them.

The flying rule remains in effect.

Other Penalties: Do not attack spectators or attempt to destroy the platform's rooting underwater. Doing so will result in a DQ.

Fight Ends: On July 9th, at 9 PM Central.

A long boat cruised towards the stationary platform with a new group of tourists hanging over the railing to admire the crystal clear waters. Schools of fish followed the boats progress from underwater, the hue of their collective forms creating a pleasant range of colors for the tourists to awe. Dolphins leapt happily around the vessel while squids thrust themselves toward the stone foundations of the platform. The sea was teeming with life and even the rarest of sea creatures managed to show themselves to the crowd.

The most spectacular sight was the massive serpent that reared its head from the sea and swept a single teal eye over the spectators. Water streamed down its long green scaled face and along rows of sharpened teeth as it yawned, shaking off the effects of its deep sleep. Blinking lazily it focused its attention on the approaching vessel and dived under water once more, showing off a thick muscled form that extended for nearly a mile before disappearing with a flick of a tail.

As the boat approached the platform tourists rushed to the railing to get a glimpse of Krausse. Pictures were taken, shirts were lifted, and words were yelled across the platform before an apparent disturbance surged against the crowd. A row of free space was made and a ring of armored men and women strode towards the rails. After glancing at the opponent with cold and wary eyes they parted enough for Vrael to vault over the rail and land safely on the platform, a simple task for the most ordinary of humans. The boat cruised away from the platform but not before a trident was tossed towards Vrael, who turned to catch it in his hand. He stabbed the 'business end' of the weapon into the wooden platform and placed his left hand on the cutlass sheathed at his hip.

The entrepreneur was dressed rather casually for the battle; black slacks, white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, a purple vest, and dress shoes. Vrael was built like a professional swimmer, slim and well muscled. A polite smile played on his lips while violet eyes playfully observed his opponent. A good twenty feet separated the two, a distance Vrael didn't really plan on shortening just yet.

"Krausse is it? I saw your match in Round One, congratulations on your win,"

Judging by his identical clothes and meditative stance Vrael assumed Krausse was a well-mannered and calm opponent. Mabye Krausse was a real 'gentleman' like Vrael? Mabye he could step forward to shake his hand without fear of losing a limb? Vrael took a few steps forward at this thought and then stopped dead at his opponents words.


....... -____-

Great! A homicidal opponent. 'Just my luck!', thought Vrael, his eyes drooped lazily and he heaved a heavy sigh. His last opponent wasn't really interested in fighting and now he was fighting a well-dressed creeper intent on spilling his blood onto the wooden platform.

"Nooot really, no," he answered gloomily, dragging a foot along the floor. Krausse's next words were no less creepy and sent a deep shiver down Vrael's spine. 'Why can't I fight a civilized opponent!' he exclaimed inwardly

"Erm im fine right here, actually,"

Maybe his opponent wouldn't attack and they could just have a very stern stare down. The entrepreneur scoffed at the thought and dropped his left hand onto the hilt of the cutlass, shifting the sheath downward and exposing a few inches of the naked blade to the air. His disappointed violet eyes carefully examined Krauss, searching for any warning of an imminent attack.

Vrael blinked slowly at his opponent and then the crowd before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. The crowd was fickle and even if Vrael lost this battle he could win them over after the tournament. He watched Krauss as he aimed the katana at his face and waved it through the air.

He drew the cutlass from it's sheath slowly, flipping it so he may hold it properly in his left hand. Krauss was sprinting towards him now but Vrael still wasn't worried, instead he took a step forward and held the cutlass at waist level with the tip pointed downwards. His right foot pressed lightly against the shaft of his trident, but still plated firmly onto the ground.

His right foor surged forward, flipping the trident into the air just as Krauss stabbed at him with the katana. An invisible barrier seemed to hold the katana at bay effortlessly as Vrael quickly caught the trident nimbly in his right hand while spinning on his heel to thrust towards Krauss, the three prongs of the trident aimed to penetrate deeply into his opponents stomach. Vrael movements were swift, expertly timed to strike at Krauss before he could pull back from his attack.

The ambient temperature dropped as Vrael struck, creating a thin layer of frost over the floor and along the water's surface. A wave crashed against the platform as Vrael launched his trident forward and the falling drops of salty water drenched both combatants in water.

If anyone cared to notice, an odd watercraft: a self-powered wooden barge of about 70 feet in length and 30 feet in width, drifts outside of the circle of spectator boats. On the barge is a single generation 2 silver Dodge caravan, a single bare V8 engine with both of the radiator hoses in the water, with a shaft at the end of the crank that went underwater. The engine is mounted upon a swivel platform that A "dark elf" guy is controlling the direction of. Vrael would recognize this individual, if he could take a glance, as his first opponent. Thurgood didn't come to interrupt the match and then be barred from competing next year, but instead watch Vrael lose; badly he hopes. Just as the barge, originally modified to carry a Kenworth W900 and a single-wide mobile home, approaches a spot where a cluster of smaller boats have parked, Thurgood kills the V8, runs to the front (with much pain), hefts the makeshift anchor and drops it to the ocean bottom while the barge drifts for a few yards, putting the Caravan right in the middle of the line-of-sight to the platform as a viewing perch.

"********!" Krausse screamed as his blades were again suspended in empty hair. "******** your weak a** invisible barriers! ******** that p***y s**t! Fight me like a man, you b***h!"

Hot breath and the words in it exited Krausse's body for if its temperature mixed with the even hotter blood running through his veins, then he would surely boil alive. The telltale "anger vein" in Krausse's forehead stood prominently and comically as it pumped hard against his flesh and skull to show just how mad he was. Every time he was about to win, some damn magic spell stopped him and he was righteously pissed about it. If Vrael wasn't deaf, he would be able to tell the crowd was equally pissed, as they began to boo loudly and call Vrael all sorts of names. Someone even mentioned something about fish dicks!

"What the ******** is this s**t, ******** Neverneverland with Captain d**k and his a** Pirates that cast c**k of the Infinite and-" Krausse was cut off by the obnoxious, but not blinding, indigo light. "My eyes! Blinded by your faggotry!"

Before the "few seconds that the forcefield wavered was over", Krausse thought "******** this" and withdrew his katana and dagger, the blades having met resistance that would be neither cut nor pierced through. Instead of backing away from from Vrael while the barrier wavered, Krausse sheathed his dagger, cocked back his leg and kicked Vrael's barrier as hard as possible. Behind this move was a theory, and Krausse's theory was that the barrier covered Vrael's entire body, so that the barrier was making contact with the ground and not Vrael's body, because to make contact with Vrael's body would deprive him of any oxygen. Furthermore, Krausse theorized that the barrier had a smooth surface to deflect projectiles and angled attacks, as shields generally had smooth or studded surfaces for a reason. Furthermore, Vrael was like a very, very heavy roll of quarters inside a big box and when the big box is shaken by a size fourteen dress shoe wrecking ball, the quarters bounce around with a good deal of energy.

So when Krausse kicked the barrier as hard as he could when it began to expand, not only would Vrael find himself sent flying out of bounds like a slingshot bullet (beginning flying count and the out of bounds count since Krausse and Vrael were so close to the edge), but his body would bump hard against the back of the barrier. If Vrael somehow managed to drop his trident and bring up the high pressure waves during this, then Krausse equally managed be swept away by the current. He was knocked breathless until he was swept off the side of the platform, where Krausse begin falling with the platform's new waterfall until he stabbed his katana into the side of the wooden platform and held onto it. The extremely durable blade and handle were not about to break without extreme pressures exerted upon them.
<******** Aquaman a*****e," Krausse muttered under his nice, cold shower.