Island of 1,000 Condiments

Both of you have progressed this far.

Good Luck!


Oh, & who is this Joker anyway? I must know.

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The energy in the stadium was purely electric as spectator after spectator flooded into the stands in a mad rush to observe the semi final battle. Heavy metal music was pumped in through massive speakers, acting as a catalyst to the already ecstatic peoples gathered within the massive arena walls.

Now decorated with all sorts of flags and glitter, the stadium had never looked more impressive since its original construction – the appearance matched that of even visits from the monarchy. Certainly, this was one highly anticipated fight – and it was not even the final!

Auron found himself in the tunnel once more, facing the harsh pre-battle anticipation. Little could disturb this fighter, not even the roaring music or supercharged crowd. The whole stadium shook with anticipation – it seemed this fight was certainly a spectacle to be observed.

Standing, Auron scooped up his weapon which was a little different in design to the blade which he had carried to previous battles, since his other had been scuffed and damaged from his encounters with Deidara and Priscilla. The weapon was somewhat strangely designed, with a pincer-like point at the tip. The handle was longer than that on most swords, even outclassing most two-handed weapons. It allowed for excellent grip and also allowed his stance to give him both offensive and defensive advantages.

“Ladies and gentleman…” the announcer began. This time, it was a different man calling out the names of the combatants. His voice was deeper, and altogether more showbiz. Auron walked to the mouth of the tunnel, expressionless as he stared out at the sun-drenched arena floor.

“Please welcome to the arena… Auron!”

The crowd erupted with volcanic energy, cheering at the top of their lungs in admiration of the warrior monk. He walked out, his usual battle attire billowing behind him in the wind. Nothing could have matched the anticipation he now felt, as the energy from the crowd rushed into his own heart.

Auron let out a long, hard breath as he stood in the middle of the white tiled floor, taking up a battle stance in preparation for his as yet unannounced opponent.

Pyro Bastard

Slowly, the cheering of the crowd began to die off, the noise easily showing the fan base Auron had acquired through his last two fights. Some had even gone so far as to buy plastic masks and toy swords that could have only been made in the last few hours. Others held up large signs for good luck and to show their support. There was not a single sign that was held for the samurai’s opponent.

Finally, once the noise had lowered to only a murmur, the announcer raised the microphone back up to his mouth. “And his opponent…” The male started off with much enthusiasm as he read from a card only to lower his voice as he read the name. …Joker?” The man asked as he looked up towards the entrance of the arena with a puzzled look. Due to not announcing the last two matches for Joker, it was no wonder he thought of it as an odd name.

However, minutes passed after the announcer had called out the warrior. It almost seemed as if the fight was going to be a forfeit. That was until the loud yelling and screams for help could be heard far off from the arena, no where near the entrance where every customer had been watching. Soon, those yells began to increase and members of the crowd slowly turned. Others soon turned as well as they heard the noise of dogs barking that closed in just as quick as the yells.

For those that turned too late, it would seem a bulldozer had hit them. People that had crowded around the stadium near the south side, the flattest part of the watching area, were suddenly being flung into the air and into other crowd members. Smoke flowed from the path and it was easy to see that whatever had caused the commotion was heading straight for the arena wall. This newly caused havoc had gained everyone’s attention, especially the spectators who had a look of fear creeping onto their face. Soon, a line had fully opened to the wall and smoke shot into the sky s the figure increased his pace.

“HEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” The man yelled as he jumped forward at full speed planning to go over the wall. The height of the border had been poorly misjudged as the blonde runner’s foot slammed into the top of the concrete. The result was a blonde colored wheel when ended with the new entrée face planting the ground.

Only a select few recognized the man. Auron’s new opponent. Those that saw him could have only bet that he had won on luck. There was no other explanation. The fighter’s first opponent has knocked himself out and the second had been yanked out by the small piece of cloth that had still been attached when the trident separated. Only those that had seen his previous two matches hoped that Joker’s luck would finally run out.

Edit: Minion, Joker is a character from the manga Flame of Recca. My favorite character from it.

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Owner of Jatimatic/Crayne and JC.

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The samurai named Auron ran one hand through his short gray-flecked hair, casting one doubtful eye over his new opponent. He really had been expecting something of greater quality in the second to last fight of the entire tournament - a legendary swordsman perhaps? Or maybe even a powerful mage. But it seemed that instead he was presented with the prospect of fighting some blonde buffoon who didn’t even know how to enter an arena without almost killing himself.

Auron sighed as Joker’s face collided with the concrete of the arena floor, and shifted his feet a little, shuffling impatiently.

“This had better not be a joke!” he snapped, looking towards the announcer, who simply shrugged, peering at the short stack of cards held in his hands. It seemed he knew no other alternative, so he simply brought the microphone to his lips once more. Auron rolled his eyes. Wasn't anyone going to explain what this mentalist was doing in the arena?

“Ladies and gentleman… I am proud to present the semi-final battle…” He stopped, pausing for effect yet again. The swordsman shrugged, hoping that the announcer would hurry up with the necessities which seemed to be an annoying prefix to any of these tournament battles.

“Auron versus Joker!” he exclaimed finally. The response from the crowd was spectacular. Plenty of the spectators were cheering wildly, even if they had remained in silence during earlier battles. Combat enthusiasts sat perched on the edges of their seats as if trying to learn something from Auron's movements in this battle. If they were able to pay attention, they certainly wouldn't be disappointed.

The battle commenced without delay, as Auron slipped into his usual ready pose (which in turn was mimicked by a good number of the fans who wore the plastic face masks), his eyes piercing Joker’s. Suddenly, his hands began to glow a strange luminescent orange color, which illuminated both his palms and the blade he was carrying with its eerie magical flame. Punching the air, glittering dust fell over the warrior, as a peculiar translucent glyph appeared in the air in front of Auron, the glowing energy from his hands leaking into this extraordinary display, which seemed to resemble some sort of clock, with the hands ticking forwards at great speed, accompanied by a very fast, repetitive noise which greatly resembled the tick of a clock.

After one full rotation of the hands on this strange glyph (an action which took little more than a second), Auron regained his stance, yet this time his movements were peculiar. Those who cared to pay enough attention would notice that his speed had increased twofold. Every action made by him seemed to be executed with swift, jerky – almost unnatural – speeds. The entire crowd began murmuring with anticipation and wonder, some cheering with excitement. It was apparent that many spectators and admirers were now quite fond of Auron’s various peculiar magics.

Having cast this most extraordinary of spells, the warrior monk of Bevelle began the offensive. Sprinting at double-pace towards Joker, his weapon held at his side, grinding along the ground. A small fracture in the tiles followed the path of the massive weapon.

“This ends now!” he bellowed, as he appeared directly in front of Joker in but a blink of an eye. Still at this increased pace, Auron swung his sword diagonally, watching the Murasame as it effortlessly sliced through air with frightening pace, in an arc which would threaten to sever Joker in two if it were not stopped or avoided by whatever means. The newly hastened warrior was precise in his assault, ensuring that if no action were taken by the blonde haired madman that was his opponent would result in his almost immediate death.

Pyro Bastard

As Auron talked with the announcer, Joker slowly lifted himself up onto his feet. A small stream of blood flowed from the center of his forehead and down the face until it was dripping of the chin. Some had even seeped onto the blonde strands that hung loosely over the male’s face giving it an eerie color.

Just as the fight had started, the seemingly foolish idiot reached down to pick up his own weapon. Just as in the last fight, it was a clothed weapon with one side ending at a point and the other with a wide curve. Only the people that had watched Joker in the previous fights knew of what this weapon was, yet none knew the mystical power that was held inside it.

However, as calm and idiotic as the blonde fighter had been in earlier fights, the speed at which Auron moved had surprised him. The last fighter had moved at an incredible speed as well, but with the cracking of tiles, this man had moved just as quickly with a large amount of friction restraining his body. To add to that speed, the weapon almost doubled its speed once again as the blade came downwards due to having only wind resistance instead of the ground.

Thinking quickly, Joker activated his weapon’s power causing the weight of his body to drop immediately allowing the fighter to just barely dodge the large sword. Not a shred of the male’s body was touched, but one thing was. The long golden hair. The idiot warrior’s body had been unscathed, but his hair had been almost cut in half.

“Well that kinda sucks.” The blonde haired man said as he saw the numerous threads fall to the now broken floor. “Meh, guess it was time that I got a haircut.” The fighter said speaking to himself once again, apparently ignoring Auron.

“Dumbass, get on with the fight already.”A member from the crowd yelled throwing a cup in the warrior’s direction. Unlike the sword though, this item wasn’t blocked and nailed Joker right in the head sending water all over the male. The drink had quickly brought Joker back to the present, and instead of a comment back, the contestant only smiled.

Being sure not to waste any time and get too close to danger, the blonde fighter jumped back, his jump sending him almost ten feet away from Auron, a safe, but still close enough to not look like a coward. Crowd members waited for an attack, but none was given. Joker only stood there, his grin still held and water now dripping off the halved hair.

“This man isn’t as arrogant as the last two. I’ll have to be careful this time.” The green eyed male thought to himself as he readied to counter any other attack.

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Ooc: I’m ill right now, so forgive me if this isn’t up to scratch.

Shrugging, Auron’s eyes traced over Joker, whose blood tinted, recently cut hair flopped around hopelessly. The samurai remained stationary for just a little while, observing the few movements made by the maniac. Barely stifling a smile as the cup and its contents crashed into Joker, Auron tightened his grip on his exquisitely decorated weapon, as if waiting to defend against an oncoming attack. No such action was taken by his adversary, who simply remained in position, clutching his most mysterious of weapons. What was that thing, anyway?

The pair remained almost perfectly stationary for quite some time, yet the Haste spell from earlier was still affecting Auron, causing each one of his breaths to be taken extremely quickly, and he exhaled them with equal rapidity. Auron thought quietly, not letting a single word cross his partially concealed lips. Within moments, a plan had formed in his head, and the tactician’s mouth curled into a smile.

Almost immediately after this expression had been etched onto the man’s hard face, a massive ring of red fire encompassed him, shooting out from the ground in spikes. Currents of hot air rose upwards feverishly, swimming through Auron’s hair and clothes, causing them to flutter around uncontrollably.

Soon enough, this inferno died down, reduced to embers in the ground which left a fine ash black ring around Auron, scorched into the tiles of the arena floor. Almost as soon as this spectacle was over, he swiped his arms out to the sides, gripping his enormous weapon in his right hand. Each arm pointed out horizontally in their respective directions, with each and every muscle on Auron’s body bulging with the effort required to harness his overwhelming power. He crossed over his arms once, then again, returning them to their own sides. His Murasame was kept to the right, pointing downwards now, its tip touching the hard concrete floor.

Salty beads of perspiration rolled down his face, as he remained in such a position for a moment. Despite the intense effort put into this technique so far which was apparent by the strained expression on his face, Auron did not flinch, barely shifting at all as he stood firm, lodged in place in the center of the arena. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, each and every spectator stunned into silence as they observed such a peculiar display of swordsmanship.

Auron grunted ferociously as he pointed the Murasame into the air, pointing its pincer-like tip towards the heavens. All around the two sharp edges, a brilliant blue energy formed in a fashion which resembled electricity. The very stadium shook with power as beads of energy flooded towards the height of the blade which now shimmered like a beacon in the middle of the stadium. This technique was truly extraordinary!

“No mercy!” Auron bellowed, his voice strained and harsh, revealing the truly difficult nature of this technique. Even as he spoke in such a threatening manner to Joker, energy still culminated at the tip of his weapon, intensifying the burning turquoise light.

Finally, bringing the large sword down to his waist, the energy rushed through the length of the massive obsidian colored sword, leaking into Auron’s own body. For the second time in as many minutes, the samurai’s flowing crimson cloak began fluttering mysteriously as if disturbed by some mystical force in the area.

In fact, the shifting of Auron’s clothing was caused by the updraft of wind which circled around him like the tempest it was. Within seconds, the invisible winds had become a perfectly obvious tempest which circled around the warrior monk of Bevelle for the second time during this particular tournament. Soon, the breeze intensified, tearing up shards of debris and dust from all around the stadium, again sucking in all manner of litter and spare pieces of clothing from the stands, as well. The tempest was of immeasurable size now, twisting up around Auron and reaching up towards the clouds.

“Your pain…” he roared threateningly, his voice stretching above the howling winds, booming out into the stadium “…shall be twofold!”

With that threat, Auron himself began spinning on the spot, leaning for balance as he pivoted, stretching his sword out in order to increase his already intense momentum. Having completed dozens of rotations in just a few seconds, the warrior monk halted his spiral suddenly, his sword pointed towards the madman named Joker.

The momentously large tornado sped towards the blonde haired lunatic, approaching at speeds unmatched. Spiraling upwards towards the heavens, the tornado grew in size by the instant. Thick clouds of dust and shards of rock tore up into the sky, obscuring Auron’s vision of Joker – the madman could have gotten to anywhere amongst the confusion, yet could he really escape the confines of the tornado? Auron certainly hoped not.

As the storm reached its peak, Auron grinned, as he unfastened the large white jug of an uncertain alcoholic drink which had been belted onto one of the many buckles which adorned his belt. Looking at the ceramic container for but a second, he bit open the lid, taking a swig of the potent alcohol, before tossing it underarm towards the tornado. As soon as it collided with the twisting cyclone, the entire twister burst into flames, wrapping whatever was encompassed within it in an inferno. The intensely high temperature could be felt even from the stands as the radiating heat licked at the crowd, melting the ice-creams of the spectators.

After thirty seconds of almost unbearable heat, the twisting firestorm eventually extinguished, shrinking into little more than a few embers. Dust still littered the sky, particles of the stuff obscuring all vision in the stadium. Auron took up his battle stance once more, panting as he did so, keeping his eyes peeled for Joker.

Pyro Bastard

Joker stared up in awe as Auron created the tornado. Not once had he seen such a feat. Controlling the wind was no surprise, but to call down a tornado was a surprise for him. However, even with the raging tornado, the blonde fighter already knew a counter maneuver to not get too hurt by it. That was until fire was added.

“Shit, that didn’t help any.” The male muttered to himself as he backed up until his foot touched the edge of the arena. That was when an idea popped up causing a grin to once again spread across the male’s face.

The tornado itself had caused many of spectators to slowly back away from the walls out of pure fear. Even those that saw Auron fight hadn’t seen such a ferocious attack nor had they seen fire added to it. Tiles along the floor were either destroyed or sucked up into the wind. The arena maintenance contemplated letting go of their pole just so they wouldn’t have to rebuild the place once again.

Finally, the deadly winds died down and people started to gather back along the walls. However, those that came quickly soon found their throats dry and in dire need of water and breath. The large tornado had sucked all the oxygen from around the stadium causing the air to lay heavily on anyone who was unprepared which just so happened to be most of the crowd members.

For those that could keep themselves from suffocating saw that almost the entire ring had been destroyed and burned. The only exception was the small area where the samurai stood. Another thing that others had seen which would have caused gasps if there was any air for it to be allowed was that Auron was now the only person on the arena. His opponent was no where to be seen causing some to wonder if he had been burned to ashes. After seeing this, silence soon took hold of the crowd. Not even a murmur was heard, either due to the apparent death or little oxygen to use up.

Minutes passed while the announcer diligently cleaned off his glasses while the other members consoled each other due to the soon to be reconstruction of the arena. However, once the blacked suited male finally looked though his glasses again, he found something quite surprising causing the man to take off his newly cleaned glasses to make sure he wasn’t seeing anything.

Sure enough, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. In front of him was Joker, though not standing up. Instead, the blonde fighter was right on the edge of the wall, his back only inches from touching the ground. Due to the trident wielder being on the entrance side of the stadium, he was un able to be seen by the spectators on any other the others sides as well as Auron.

“Well that was a bit too close.” The warrior said, his voice breaking the silence and causing crowd members to look at the stadium wondering how the idiot fighter had lived. Only then did they see the male lift himself up from the edge of the wall. Many were about to call out for disqualification, but since the announcer was taking no action, they knew Joker must not have touched ground.

“Had I not had this toy of mine, I would’ve fallen out of the ring. Guess I got lucky eh?” The blonde man asked with a smirk knowing full well no luck was involved. Instead, the clan had been carefully created a plan to keep him out of harms way while not leaving the ring. That method was done by falling backwards and sending the single spike of the hidden trident into the arena floor. At the same time, Joker constantly altered his weight in order to keep him over the grass yet not get sucked up by the winds.

To add even more to the calmed attitude was that the lucky fighter took no defensive stance. Just as before, the male waited for an attack, his thinking that the best offense was a good defense and so far, it had worked out quite well for him.

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The weary swordsman looked upon Joker with a grim expression etched upon his already harshly toned face, observing the blonde idiot closely. Although incredibly frustrated by his opponent’s trickery, Auron had to admit that he was indeed fairly impressed with the trident wielding madman. After all, the firestorm technique often resulted in the complete decimation of his adversaries, yet Joker didn’t appear to have a single scratch upon his lanky yet well toned body. Auron grimaced, allowing the smallest hint of confusion to show on his face. Had Joker even broken a sweat?

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good fight…” Auron muttered, yet the remark was uttered so quietly that not a single soul besides the monk himself was able to hear it.

Rotating his shoulder in its socket, Auron kept a watchful eye on Joker, who was still perched in a highly unnatural fashion upon the walls of the stadium. Casting a swift, fleeting glance over the partially obliterated floor of the arena, Auron shrugged inwardly, as he arrived at the conclusion that it was probably too late to hold back, now. All things considered, it was apparent that he would have to pour everything into this battle in order to defeat Joker.

Although the blonde maniac had at first appeared to be utterly incompetent, the truth was soon revealed throughout the fight – Joker was a crafty bastard, even if he did appear to have some sort of annoyingly convenient good fortune on his side.

“Your luck runs out.” Auron declared mightily, his low, commanding voice heard by any person in the stadium who cared to pay enough attention. The spectators had mostly all shuffled back to their seats now, after the incredibly uncomfortable conditions which had been temporarily brought about by Auron’s tornado. Despite the incident, it seemed that each and every spectator was ready to get their moneys worth from the semi-final round, all of them watching eagerly, hoping for the fight to take an interesting turn – and hopefully a bloody one at that.

The two combatants did not move a muscle for a considerable amount of time.

Murmurs could be heard from the direction of the crowd, and puzzled expressions washed over previously excited faces. What was going on? Why weren’t they fighting? Nobody knew. Nobody paid enough attention to notice that despite the apparent lack of activity, something was in fact happening down on the stadium floor.

Atop the blackened, ash stained tiles, Auron stood, his sword resting firmly on his shoulder whilst he supported it in one hand, as he always did. Yet, something was different, if only slightly.

Barely noticeable, the single white light which now encompassed Auron was increasing in luminosity whilst it span around him in a spiral, twisting and turning around the warrior monk like a mystical white snake. Seconds passed, and before long it was joined by another of these spherical twisters, which looped around him in a peculiar fashion, dipping underneath his arms and hooking through his legs. Auron’s face was a picture of concentration as he focused hard on Joker, who was still upon the wall directly in front of him.

With that, Auron acted. His hastened movements allowed him to execute the skill with increased rapidity, as his hands moved into various shapes and symbols at speeds which could not be followed by the human eye. The incantation was swift and silent, causing the spell to be set into motion.

The two ivory white orbs which had roamed around Auron’s body halted at once in their path, before their light intensified, glowing with the radiance of one hundred stars. Nodding his head, the warrior monk cast the two orbs towards Joker, willing them to separate as they did so, causing the pair of orbs to split into four fragments each, resulting in a total of eight of the magical spheres hurtling towards Joker, the trails behind them now tinted a deep navy blue.

It took less than a second for the spell to reach Joker, and all eight of the identical orbs began spinning around him, as they had done to Auron. This time, however, they followed each other closer, speeding around Joker’s perimeter in no time, accelerating incredibly with every passing heartbeat. Having completed several circuits around the blonde haired trident-wielder, all eight of the spheres shot up into the sky at a fantastic pace, whistling mightily as they did so, and cutting effortlessly through the skies as though any wind resistance did not affect them whatsoever. Lighter than feathers, the orbs danced upwards and upwards, twisting like a helix within one another as they ascended further and further until they were almost completely out of sigh.

All of a sudden, it was as though each of the marble-like summoned spheres had somehow transformed into the heaviest of stones, as each of them began to fall back towards the earth with a terrifying pace. Separating from one another as though they repelled themselves, the eight identical balls of magical energy seemed to recognize Joker’s life signal, homing in on him with explosive intent, ready to detonate with but the slightest collision with the insane blonde man.

“Pray. Now!” Auron barked, knowing that it would certainly be exceedingly difficult for Joker to escape from this particular onslaught.

Pyro Bastard

OOC: I have not written this much since I hosted the saga. Really enjoyin' this.

The blonde fighter’s eyes watched the eight orbs with a somewhat confused, but still cautious look. Quickly, the male dropped his mass to the lowest point possible and readied to decrease the gravity around him. However, just as Joker was about to jump into the sky, the orbs launched upwards instead.

At first, the warrior looked up to the sky, but then quickly brought his eyes back downwards thinking the attack was only a deception. That was not the case however as Auron stood still waiting for his attack to be unleashed. Although unsure of what was going to happen, the trident wielder continued to look at the samurai while watching the crowd members behind him just in case they saw something.

Luckily, that tactic worked as one person who just happened to be looking up at the sky, pointed upwards with one hand and used the other to tap the person to his right. The murmurs started quickly as multiple people began looking up at the clear blue sky. The blonde fighter cautiously looked up to the sky only to see the four, now much more enlarged orbs coming towards him.

Unsure of what the spheres might have been, Joker could easily tell they were not only a distraction or Auron would have attacked already. Or was it that this technique only happened to be a way to get the topless to move and then get attacked via Auron. Multiple strategies ran through Joker’s head as he watched both the oncoming attack as well as the black haired monk. Finally, after the orbs had already reached two thirds of their distance, Joker shook his head angrily before peering up at the comets. He had to use his own technique, one which the samurai might not expect.

Quickly, the blonde haired warrior unclothed his own weapon, the style and look making people in the crowd wonder if it was a live while others peered at it in awe. The weapon itself looked like nothing that could be created today. One could only wonder how the design of the weapon was even thought up due to its demonic presence that surrounded it.

The main thing people were awe struck by was the red moving eye that was surrounded in a golden color. However, what added to its evil look were the three prongs just above the eye. The left prong was curved outwards and abnormally long as well as an unusual width. The right prong was much smaller in both width and length, but small other parts seemed to just out just barely. Then, the middle prong, the most normal of the three stood straight, the end widening before coming back to a point to create a painful experience if stabbed. As spectator’s eyes traveled down the weapon, they wondered if the item was alive due to what looked like veins sprouting around the eye and prongs. As the weapon went into the pole area, another part forked off and wrapped around the item in on full circle before connecting to the bottom giving the user a protection for their hand. Finally, as crowd members’ eyes meet the bottom of the devilish weapon, they could see two blades protruding at the bottom before being surpassed by an even bigger spike only an inch away from the other two.

“Meet Taishaku Kaiten, a weapon unsurpassed by only one other.” Joker said with a smirk, his only defeat being one other due to an unexpected attack. With this weapon, the blonde fighter controlled both mass and gravity all around him. With those two aspects, he could never be hurt by physical objects or be surpassed in speed.

With a grin, the male lowered both the gravity around his body and dropped his mass weight down to near nothing. Not that those two restrictions had been lifted, the topless fighter jumped straight into the sky, his body heading straight towards he orbs.

Only seconds passed before the male was in almost direct contact with the glowing spheres. It was then that he saw the orbs moving closer towards his direction making him smirk even wider. “Time to see what these are made of.” The man muttered as he gripped the trident. Just a second after, the back of his foot tapped one of the bright orbs. The result was somewhat unexpected as one of the eight exploded in a fury of more disaster than the tornado. With the explosion and no gravity surrounding Joker’s body, his speed was increased even more. Soon, the male, even if seen due to the smoke, was now unable to be caught by the naked eye due to his height.

High up in the sky though, the blonde fighter looked downwards to see the other seven orbs change in direction and speed back up to the sky. “Homing eh? This oughta be interesting.” The gravity defying man said with a grin as he flipped forward a few feet in order to cause the orbs to move at an angle instead of straight. As soon as that was done, both the restrictions which had been lifted just a minute ago now quadrupled what they originally had been.

This sudden change caused the now atmospheric high male to stop and shoot downwards. The decent was so quick that the sound barrier itself was broken as well as heat picking up at the bottom of the deadly trident. In only seconds, the fighter was passing the glowing orbs, each one exploding in a frenzy from the warrior dragging his finger along the balls. Every explosion causing the fighter to speed up even more to the point where he soon became almost a vacuum for passing air a smoke making a stream of black air.

The crash would be extremely dangerous, but Joker had already figured that out. With precise planning, the blonde haired man planned to alter his mass and gravity multiple times to keep his body safe while the force following behind would create such a shockwave that not even the furthest spectators were safe from.

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Ooc: Holy Moses, we really are getting carried away here. Who cares, I'm having fun!


Tracing the path of the eight identical Holy spheres in the sky with his fingertips, Auron’s face twisted into a grimace of frustration as the incredibly agile fighter named Joker dipped about in midair, shifting his weight to either extreme in order to bamboozle both the powerful white magic spell and the monk who had launched such a peculiar attack. His eyes fixed upon the blonde haired maniac, Auron concentrated harder, finding it increasingly difficult to match the brilliant speed possessed by Joker as he twisted about madly at such an incredible altitude.

Even as he dipped and dived amongst the clouds whilst somehow managing to escape the pursuing attack, Joker still had that ridiculous smile painted on his pale white face. Auron hated it, seeing his opponent make a joke out of one of his most complex and dangerous techniques. An expression of sheer rage swept across the face of the once cool and composed monk. His brow furrowed, Auron cursed under his breath as he accelerated the white spheres, hoping to catch Joker with their deadly explosive power, hopefully causing him to forcefully return to the ground at an intense and harmful speed.

All throughout the crowd there was great unrest as spectators cheered to the point of their voices breaking, their throats throbbing with pain as they kept on cheering for each of the combatants who were locked in a vicious death chase, pouring all of their efforts into a struggle which could potentially determine the victor in this intense encounter between two momentously powerful opponents in a titanic duel which was - without a doubt - unmatched in the history of the tournament.

Auron cursed frantically under his breath as Joker dragged his spindly fingertips through the explosive matter which composed each of the identical orbs, causing them to explode in a flash of brilliant white light that soon rained down spectacularly in shards of flaming platinum magic towards the ground, tiny pieces of the stuff lodging deeply in the already obliterated stadium floor. The samurai hopped backwards skillfully, narrowly avoiding a fairly large, jagged piece of the Holy material which struck the floor with a considerable force.

Casting his eyes towards the flying lunatic, Auron’s pupils shrunk with fear as he observed the blonde haired menace plummeting towards the Earth at blistering speeds which surpassed the pace at which sound itself traveled.

Thoughts rushed through Auron’s head at an unimaginable rate as he thought of some possible way to avoid – or even nullify – the attack which was soon to be unleashed by this raging lunatic who was dropping towards the ground like a meteorite, still wearing that ridiculous smile which so often took place on his lips. Although many thoughts did cross Auron’s mind, none of them were viable in this situation. Blocking the attack directly would certainly be suicidal, and he didn’t have the time to create yet another of his colossal tornados to somehow bat the madman out of the air. What was more, even with his magically enhanced agility, he was nowhere near quick enough to reach the barrier-breaking Joker in order to strike him before he crashed destructively into the ground.

“Everybody down!” Auron screamed out towards the crowd, extending the length of the second word so that its message reached every single observing member of the audience, who soon hit the deck as they had been instructed to do so, clinging to the floor for dear life as screams which had once been of excitement turned to cries of sheer terror as they all seemed to simultaneously comprehend the intense power which was about to be delivered by Joker’s gravity-enhanced attack.

Acting quickly, Auron knew that there was exceedingly little he could have done. Even as he had issued the instruction to drop to the ground, he himself had fallen down on his knees, plunging his gigantic Murasame into the tiled floor, digging it some good few feet into the surface, acting as a makeshift anchor for the warrior, who was certain that he could be about to face complete and utter annihilation.

With that, Joker’s strike connected.

The impact from the aerial attack was simply staggering. Despite all hasty predictions calculated by members of the crowd and the warrior monk standing in the arena – hell, even Joker himself was probably surprised – the shockwave let off by his mammoth collision had shook the Earth itself to the core, raining unmatched destruction upon the area.

Shards of debris and rubble tore up from the arena floor, totally decimating an entire section of it whilst sending whole tiles shooting in all directions. The dislodged pieces of the battleground burst through walls and shot out of the boundaries of the stadium. One of them even broke upon Auron’s sword, sending deadly pieces of shrapnel tearing across his skin and cutting his once flowing crimson jacket to ribbons even as he still wore it. The very lenses of his sunglasses smashed into thousands of pieces which fell to the ground, lost in the storm of destruction which tore most of the stadium apart, ripping sections of wall down, and decimating massive ornamental pillars which had once stood proudly, now crumbled to nothing more than ruin.

Ferocious winds caused by the gargantuan shockwave pushed Auron back even with his Murasame being lodged so firmly in the ground, causing him to cause a thick fracture in the already ruined surface which was now little more than cracked shards of crumbling white tiles amongst large patches of the arena which were little more than soil now thanks to the destruction brought about by Joker.

Standing, Auron panted, as blood seeped down his entire body, dripping onto the fire-blackened floor beneath him. His face was one of intense anger, his one functioning eye fixed sharply upon Joker, who had landed close to the center of the square combat arena, still clutching the Taishaku Kaiten. The samurai took a few steps towards him, each one of his motions sluggish and clumsy, despite the speeds at which he still moved. Despite the magical enhancements affecting his body, it was immediately apparent that Auron was close to the point of exhaustion following his direct exposure to an attack of such magnitude.

“Joker…” he said simply, his voice coarse with effort as he spoke. “You are a formidable opponent…” Auron continued, as he took up his weapon in front of him, holding it in a stance so firm and familiar that it could have been thought that Auron had not been subject to any damage whatsoever.

“But this is not the end for me!” he bellowed, as tendrils of blood red energy began wrapping themselves around his Murasame, the thick black mass of power growing by the second. “This is my destiny…” he muttered, before he began to move forwards, towards Joker at a walk.

“This… is my story!” the guardian declared, his voice loud enough to reach the highest heavens. With that, he set off in a sprint towards Joker in a berserk rage which would surely be able to contend with Joker’s movements in terms of speed. Auron readied his weapon, swinging it in a vertical swipe which would begin the flurry of a consecutive dozen attacks upon the blonde haired trident wielder.

Pyro Bastard

Just as every other person the surrounding area had been surprised, so had Joker. He had forgotten what such a tactic could do to the surrounding area. To add to that clumsiness was boomerang effect on the user, though no shockwave was applied.

Instead, it was fire that painfully struck back at the user. Due to falling directly from the atmosphere, heat had been created by the bottom point of the trident. That small effect had quickly incinerated the warrior’s shoes and had also decided to attack the man’s pants by starting a fire.

Due to the sudden realization of the fire, Joker quickly turned back into an idiot as he jumped around the air and ran in circles hoping to extinguish the flames. Sadly, and quite expected, the flames