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I'm assuming that means no powers from either side, use of your body and natural abilities only, with a side of weapons combat, am I right?

He walked out into the arena, Ragnarok still on his back, a content grin on his face.

The area suddenly becomes shrouded with darkness entirely. The only light was coming from this orb, yet, there were barely any sounds but the sound of the aura vividly wavering around to the ground splashing like water filling the entire area. Maybe there's something to this darkness that's occuring because... it seems to not show much light from the outside anymore.

This is step two to the technique. Something may blow up soon?

Countdown: 4

"What made you think that? Didn't I say I came all this way to find you?"

He set the bags down upon the nearest counter, and stared down at her. He was a bit perplexed.. and exhausted, but he wasn't going to simply ignore her either.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready though...? You haven't run out of clothes, have you?" He was having a hard time trying to read her actions, and tone... wondering if she was okay.

Within the light and the darkness, flashes would echo within the very fabrication of existence. Thus such a chain reaction would began to take it's hold upon the latter..and the shroud would be illuminated by a flashing white light every five seconds..

Raphael came to the entrance door and turned back, taking a look at the stadium one last time before seeing his sister. He sighed once again and walked inside, going through the maze of corridors and stone.

His weapons clattered every other step, the imbalance of not having a right arm causing a bit of a noisy musical. He came to one of the personal quarters and knocked, hearing a little click click in response. He opened the door and smiled to his sister on the other side.

"Oh, hi Lee," she said happily, sitting on the floor next to the bed naked. She sat cross-legged, her bare tanned flesh darkened by the candlelight some how. Rust-brown hair covered her breasts, which he was happy for. He still hadn't gotten used to her being used to being naked. In front of him, of all places. She kept her eyes closed.

"Sign up yet?" He asked, setting his bag down on the bed. He sat on one corner and took off his boots.

"Yes, though I found out someone else entered the tournaments as well." She smiled sheepishly to herself.

"Who?"

"Sam."

"Crap."

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Morning finds Trei snoozing atop his perch...well, mostly. His legs still hang over the wall to dangle above the stadium floor, but his upper body has fallen backwards, resting on the cool stone of the arena stands. It had been pretty eventful so far, and the rest would do Trei good. It was gonna be a long road...

In his head, a dream plays out; a battle between him and a strange man, years in the future...The man spoke with infinite arrogance, and in his dream Trei remembers the match between the man and a blind elf, which he remembered actually happened. As our hero dreams on, the dream seems real...and a fire begins burning within his blood once more.

Okay, flex.

No response.

Flex, dammit...flex!

Still no response.

Argh....

Snow grumbled, unable to get himself sitting properly without grinding the muscles against his remains, the right still useless and mauled by those spikes. If it weren't for Vercellius's cheap tricks in angling out and infrawaves....Snow would've had beaten the sly opponent at least.

Unfortunately, the victorious always gets to write what they want in history, and no matter how fair the defeated might be, downgrading is most likely what will happen in the aftermath.

He used his remaining good arm to gather some blood onto his palm as he drew a circle on the ground, writing relic and rune symbols nearby to initiate some emergency healing.