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Description: Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen.

Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet.

Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd.

Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.

"..and that other guy Isah something-or-other."

Isah looked.. aggrivated.

The swordsman hefted his blade, the Urgeilar, onto a shoulder and looked around. Examining his surroundings for a moment before his eyes would fall upon his opponent: KB. A man of apparent importance and prestige. But neither aspect of his personal history applied right now. Only prowess in battle.

Against a cranky swordsman.

Isah strode on forward.

Ten feet..

Isah made a >:{ face.

He continued to stroll toward KB. The blade of the Urgeilar lifted off his shoulder. It's handle was held in both hands, at a diagonal angle, the tip pointing away Isah.

Five feet.

0ch.

The stands rattled, the round shook. It wasn't like an Earthquake, to pin point and far to mild. It felt like something was coming from the ground, and in multiple places and of varies sizes. The ground began to strain against itself, cracking periodically and then eventually bursting entirely.

Crrrccck!

What looked like an arm burst from the stands, slamming a spectator in the fast pimp slap style as it flew up into the air and shot toward the center of the ring.

CRASH!

The entire damn stadium erupted in glossy black body parts, and they all raced toward one another in the center of the arena. They clashed hard, rolling into a mess of limbs and joints and making a horrifying screech as metal met metal and people screamed.

The sky slowly became dark, and clouds began to cover the arena completely. This benefited KB, but it also motioned the coming of the most terrible thing the world over, a Necron Monolith appeared from the Heavens.

What now stood in the center of the ring was like an undead robot, but it didn't move and just hung limp on its own feet. But then the Monolith shot a green beam of energy into the figure, the Necron Lord suddenly came to life.

His emerald eyes began to glow and his joints oozed a green fog type energy, and he slowly began to work his joints in a very human like fashion. This robot from the ground was glossy black, with no expression and apparently fueled by a giant Pyramid like structure in the sky.

The Monolith merely spun hundreds of feet above the arena, aimlessly. It would leave these two to but one, the Lord. The Necron had a name, it even remembered it; it had a mind and it could think, in some senses it even had free will. But it was devoted to its Gods, and its Gods were infact those monoliths.

"Ahahahaha."

It wheezed, like an old record playing through shitty speakers with a loud type whine to the voice. In his hand was what was basically a halberd, or pole axe; and his 6'1" frame was entirely metal.

((Waits for Vansin trap to spring.))

The big ******** robot just walked at him, no guard or any of that fancy human none sense. The halberd head dragged across the ground slightly as he walked, the rear with the counter weight across his back toward his head. When we was in range of his halberd, him being 6'1" and the halberd being roughly 10 feet from tip to tip he was well out of range of KB, and he simply swung out with a single arm in a sloppy motion at the vampire.

It was incredibly strong, well beyond what human muscles could do from such a position. The attack didn't have enough angle to it to cut deep though, it was a test attack. The large Necron did make a noise as it were breathing, but in fact that was just green fog escaping his limbs as he moved.

His glossy black body seemed to absorb what little sunlight was in the area, and then radiate more green fog. He was like a giant solar panel or something, and each movement seemed to expel more of this green fog.

"Come, you are unlife such as I! You deserve to die with dignity!"

It was a strange statement, but Necron killed only the living in its conquest normally. Sadly, this creature would have to be dealt with for it posed a simple threat, and a threat was always dealt with.

The voice it emanated remained scratchy, like a speaker in a can or something of the like, and with each word it seemed to drag it to make a point of speaking the language correctly.

Screeech

The sound of claws on metal was horrifying, and it tore huge gashes in the Necron Lords living armor; but it did not serious damage other then causing the Lord to be mildly surprised at the sudden appearance of such an appendage. He would have to be more careful, and careful he would be.

Stepping into the strike he drew his other hand out and gripped the more rear of his own halberd, turning the back toward KB and attempting to strike him in the crotch or chest area depending on how he moved his lower body with the counter weight on the large weapon.

As he did this the fog oozing from his limbs began to form around the edges of the Necron Lord, any point or sharp edge slowly began to get coated with the stuff and get a faint glow, even the Lord's claws. Something terrible was happening, and it would soon take complete hold on the Lord.

"We shall see, flesh sack."

The Lord would have grinned if he could, something akin to laughter escaping his lips as stepped into his strike. At the heart of this Robots long captured soul was the heart of a fighter, and he loved every moment of combat against a skilled warrior.

A spin? The Lord would have grinned wider. His large emerald 'eyes' shining with a terrible blank gaze at the target. It was an interesting technique to say the least and the giant wing could do some damage to the Lord; but this was simple to counter and so counter he did.

The Necron Lord rose his left leg as his opponent spun and kicked hard at his back, a simple push kick. Powered by his mechanical muscles it would be like getting stomped on by a 300 lbs guy while you laid on your back and he brutalized your spine. The Lord had reflexes far faster then the average human, and with those reflexes came the ability to capitalize on fancy s**t like spinning back wings.

Still holding the halberd with both hands he also placed it between himself and the wing, just in case KB managed to avoid the kick some how. The Halberd probably wouldn't survive such an assault, but the Necron Lord would, a bit worse for wear.

The fog around him began to solidify on his sharp edges, on his corners and his face. It was becoming something solid but also gas like, like a visible field of energy. It would only be a matter of a short time before the effects of this fog truly took place, but it was clear what ever was happening would be terrible.

Meanwhile the screams began to erupt as most of the spectators ran back into the Arena. Walking through every entrance were hundreds of identical Necron Warriors, all much like the Lord without the cape and large armor like shoulders and cape and other fan fare, they also carried large glowing green tubes which looked like guns.

The Necrons did not kill anyone, yet. It seemed they were waiting to see how there Lord would fair. All the while the Monolith hung hundreds of feet in the air, seemingly doing nothing but watching.

"Come flesh sack! Do not flee! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The Necron Lord burst into horrifying laughter, making no motion to block, almost as if he did not see the needle at all.

The green fog suddenly flashed, the small needle seemingly striking the eye for a moment. It then warped horrifically, the once straight needle bent inward and then protruded hundreds of smaller needles all along its base and began to bend into itself and eventually looked more like a pretzel then a needle. It fell harmlessly to the floor.



The Lord meanwhile through all this stalked toward his opponent, holding the Halberd in his hand. The staff was nicked to about the center from the light hit, but it was still fully functional for a few more swings. Turning the point on KB as he was rising he thrust at him, by the time he got to his feet he would likely have the pointy part of a halberd about to be in his stomach.

He stepped into the strike with his right leg, the claws on the foot digging into the ground to give him purchase. If this struck it would likely go clean through and then the head would be like an arrow, making it harder to pull out. With control such as that, KB would have little place to go. He best pray he could escape, to whatever he God he so saw fit.