[PRP] What now? (Ice & GS)[FIN]

[GunSniper]

"No denial than?" He growled. "The guilty's lips sewn shut...."
Ander's hands balled into tight fists. He may not have had a weapon, but he was willing to be she did. First move would be to remove it from her. Or strangle her if the weapon was not an option.

He had been wise before to avoid mentions of hunting this person, but here she was before him. Now was a good time to fulfill his revenge.

Underneath the cloak Nick's right hand tensed. Rage was consuming him past the point of reason. Perhaps she could just knock him out a bit. The added dead weight would be a burden, but Nick did not wish to have Riots friend die...
"You were spared. I had no choice for the rest of them." She spoke flatly in a feeble attempt to calm the rogue down.

Part of her was thankful the other rogue had not jumped into the battle. Ander was too cross to notice.  

[GunSniper]

"They were my family!" Ander roared as he bolted around Marcia and toward Nick. His eyes focused on Nick's taking in any movement she would make, studying for any slowness, weakness she might surrender.

Nick took a step back and waited for the inevitable attack from this man. Quick, he was very quick. She would have to wait for him to make his move first.

Aside from keeping an eye on Ander, a bit of her focus went to Marcia, making sure she wouldn't join in the assault. She had been quiet so far... but that didn't make her any less suspicious.  

[GunSniper]

Ander closed the distance between the him and Nick very quickly, and once in range he slid his foot at her legs. Hopefully to send his target toppling over. Pure rage covered this man's face and plagued his yellow eyes. This woman was going to pay for every life she took that day, and even the lives of his family before that! Though, unknown to him, Nick was not responsible for those lives at all.

Nick lept back just as Ander threw his kick causing it to miss entirely. She could see his eyes widen a little bit as he caught sight of just how many weapons she was hiding under her cloak, it made her slightly more on edge. That was going to be his new target she was sure.

Her right hand emerged from behind the cloak and begun to glow a pale red. It was now about as hot as a branding iron, hot but not hot enough to melt through skin and bone alike in one touch. The sight didn't seem to detour Ander's rage in the slightest... Hopefully Riot could forgive her if he received a few burns.  

[GunSniper]

The woman had enough sharp objects under that cloak to confront an army, than there was that menacing looking whip hooked to her side. That would do him little good, but the blades he could use very efficiently.

He made another dart for Nick's left side, keeping an eye on that right hand as he moved.

Nick heard the comment about the red gunsniper, but quickly dismissed it. She had no idea that blaze had been rebuilt and changed in color. As Ander charged forward Nick lunged at him with her right hand outstretched. The sands in the room shifted slightly than calmed again... The air of the room seemed to grow heavier.  

[GunSniper]

The room grew colder, much colder than normal, in an instant. Each breath from the combatants was now visible from the rapid change in temperature. Ander, however, had no time to contemplate any strange temperatures before his head was tightly gripped in Nick's palm. He was strangely caught unaware despite being focused on the hand the entire time. He had expected her to stand still... why? He couldn't know nor did he get a chance to think on it.

Nick winced as a migraine suddenly took hold of her mind. No resistance... A dark grin than stretched across her face as she put more force behind her attack.

His head was forced into the sands before the unthinkable could happen. A sudden cry of pain from Ander was silenced as his head collapsed under the pressure of the grip. Luckily for Marcia his neck up remained under the sands and the cause of his death could not be seen. To top it off, the body begun to sink in the sands.

The Iron Judge than slowly looked at Marcia. As most cases Marcia would only see the mask in the back of her mind and remember nothing of the face behind it.

"His crimes are now atoned for..." the Iron Judge chuckled. "Now, what to do with you? Are you guilty child?" The question seemed more rhetorical.  

[GunSniper]

The Iron Judge shoved her steel boot down on Ander's body to prevent any more of the body from being pulled out. She than chuckled at Marcia demonically. Slowly she showed Marcia the mechanical hand. The hand was still glowing with a red blaze. Heat had dried the blood, but the near black color covering the hand was unmistakable.

"You smirk, yet you know..." She hissed with amusement. "You know you could have stopped him from attacking. This would never have happened. He would be alive if only you had stepped in. But you did nothing. And now his blood is spilled and his life crushed."

As she spoke the room seemed to drop more in temperature. The sands once again shifted about the arena floor. Everything in this room seemed to reflect every movement the Iron Judge made. Even the shadows watched intensely at the events unfolding.  

[GunSniper]

The Iron Judge laughed at the proposal. Than dove her hand into the sands and withdrew the lifeless body of Ander, holding him by the stump of his neck. No head, a Iron Judge signature kill. (Or so the rumors went about the Judge) Further proof of his passing. She quickly cast it back to the sands after holding it up for the poor rogue to see.

"A fitting punishment would surely be to let you live with what you have done." The Iron Judge mused. "And make sure you never forget it..."

She than let out a spine chilling laughter. The sound was unworldly. With it the noise seemed to cause the sands to swirl about the Colosseum as if in a wins storm.