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Premise: With half of the participants remaining, GTB is now halfway through with a few more rounds until its conclusion. Through a series of three rounds, fighters have proved themselves of their prowess and ambition to win thus far, and move one step closer to their destination: the championship. However, as the numbers dwindle down, the competition increases, as the best are narrowed down and each comes with an equal amount of skill. It is going to take experience, intelligence, and even luck at this point to determine who goes on and who goes packing home.

Midus Sonners has also decided to increase the presentation of the fighting arenas that the fighters are going to be taking place in for the duration of the tournament. While keeping with the Colosseum theme, Midus will be including variations of themes to keep things interesting and not as boring as a plain sandy ground with some walls and people watching you. That is why he has sent all the fighters to another venue for their fights. This time, with all fighters on board a plane, the crew flew themselves to the southern coast, a place caused Myamu Beach. Normally a vacation resort, the entire span of the beach has been reserved for the entirety of round four. People will be scattered around each fighting site to watch the fighters go at it in a nightly beach arena. While to them it seems like entertainment, to the fighters this is life or death.

Description: The sun has set, bringing about the darkness of the night over the entirety of the beach. Instead of artificial lighting being used, natural fire has instead become its substitute, bringing about a constant changing hue of orange overlaying the beach and its occupants. The beach spans for a good amount of distance, so each fight will take places in its own "section" which will make it seem separate from the other far away fights.

Each fight takes place in a ring of fire, which is basically a large circle of the sandy beach. Outside this fire, spectators watch, either standing or sitting in chairs, laughing and talking as they enjoy their drinks, food, and conversation. While this may be a competitive tournament, this scene of "entertainment" has placed increasing obligations on the fighters themselves to keep the audience entertained. Unlike the normal arena, the people are closer than before and their boos, cheers, and comments can be heard a lot clearer and louder. This means the fighters will have the psychological element added to the fight, much like the closely watched fights such as wrestling and boxing. Expect a noisy atmosphere.

Field Measurements: The ring of fire has a diameter of 45 yards, which is 135 ft. For those who need a comparison, just look at a football field and see the distance from one touchdown line to the 45 yard line. On the boundary of this circle is a series of lit fires on wood, which are as tall as only one to two feet. Spectators are spaced twenty feet away from this boundary in order to avoid possible injury from the fight.


Ten Count Boundary: Going outside the ring of fire will result in the starting of the ten count. The flying rule remains intact.

Added Penalty: Harming spectators is a no-no. Any intentional action against them that ends up hurting even one will result in a DQ. This can be either direct (going up to one and hurting them) or indirect (using a very dangerous attack that has a possibility of hurting the spectators). Accidents will be gauged to see whether it counts as an accident or was considered recklessness by the user.

Ring… Ring…

Vash’s right hand shot from under the covers of his rather comfortable bed, leaving the nightmares of days long since past. “Hello…” he answered in a hurried almost groaning tone, half from being startled and half from being dead tired. He had spent the few days rest from his last fight deep in thought and training to push himself much higher than before. Much higher than his next opponent, Omi Barsait who just happened to be the previous runner up in the GTB tournament. “Hey…. Vash….” It was a woman who responded to his greeting and it was a voice he never expected to hear again…. The room itself grew cold as he sat up slowly in his bed, his hand beginning to tighten around the phone. “What the hell do you want?” He spoke calmly despite the building irritation that slowly took over his body. “I’ve been watching your matches. Your last one was pathetic.” His body began to shake violently as an outlet for his anger as her words sank into his mind. The woman had the audacity to….. “Keep it cool, keep it cool.” He thought to himself as he stood to his feet in attempts to calm himself down. It was a failed attempt that only became more apparent as his fist clenched more and more around the receiver. The moon shone in through the open blinds of the window, illuminating his bare chest with folded shadows giving depth to his muscular body. “You lost the last one.” She continued. “Really? I lost?” he retorted as he slowly began to move away from the bed. “Here I was all this time thinking I won that match. I thank you for shedding that light upon the dark recesses of my incompetent mind. What the ******** do you want from me!?” His voice became more enraged with each passing word. “You didn’t use it. Next time use it.” ‘Click’ Beep….. Beep…… Beep…. “That, b***h!” The phone shattered, its frozen bits severing his hand as they went their way. His left hand touched his cheek on its corresponding side gingerly, where blood was now apparent. “Use it huh?” he muttered to himself as he dropped his arm to lie dormant at his side dripping blood to the floor.

“Let’s make this a good bout.” The commemoration of his early morning phone call came to an end as his opponent spoke. The hate he felt from before was now centered and now a fuel for him. He watched his opponent with unwavering eyes as he responded to his opponents chatter. “I assure you, your time will be better spent resting in your provided room in the hospital from your wounds rather than trying to find me where I will not be.” He wore the same attire from his previous match. Upon his upper body he wore a white, stiff collared jacket with black designs spew all over it while upon his lower half plain black jeans and sneakers were present. With one quick motion, the duffle bag sized jug dropped from its place on his back, leaving the blade to be all that was present. Vash’s legs shifted apart leaving twelve inches of space between the two, his right leg leading. He lifted his right hand to that of his favored boxers guard while his left quickly reached into the pouch at his side, grasping three orbs before returning to sight once again and joining the guard. His generators were already doing their job at generating the energy he needed for his favored ability. “Next time use it.” The very end of the conversation played through his head once more as he watched his opponent draw near.

Charge lvl 1
Gauntlets:15,000 Volts
Blade: 17,500 Volts
Electrode Mines 25-3

[I aplogize for the delay of my post. I had a family emergency and wasnt given enough time to post till now.]

Vash didn’t care that he restated his opponent’s threat in a way. He wasn’t in this tournament to flaunt fancy words. He was here to fight and prove his worth to all those who dared say he was nothing more than a mere eyesore. To make those who threw him into the streets regret that they had ever given up such a treasure as he. For that reason alone, he would use “it.” His generators continued to spin as he waited for the rather talkative Omi to finish speaking, words of which Vash was unsure of to take as compliment or other. It was rather pointless to Vash for Omi to state what they did or did not know about each other. Of course Vash had done his studying of the prior winners and semi-finalists in this tournament. He was chosen out of the several others in his gang to participate because of his prowess in reconnaissance as well as his “ability.” However, even with this knowledge, Vash knew that there was a high possibility that Omi brought a few new tricks to the game. This in mind he stayed on his guard.

As Omi came close to what seemed to be the end of his speech, two of the orbs he had taken flew from his hand with a simple flick of his wrist. They came to rest ten feet in front of where Vash stood which was about twenty feet away from boundaries set upon the opposite side from where Omi started his lazy walk. Bringing his left hand back to guard, his stance changed slightly as he lifted his right leg slightly, leaving the toe of his sneaker imbedded in the sand. His right hand loosed from a balled fist to that of a relaxed palm, slightly opened. His left hand followed suit of his right but with adequate closure to continue to hold the third orb as well as drawn back slightly to match the “right first” posture of his body. It would be here he began to truly use his ability to manipulate water. Until now, he used his ability on a small scale, manipulating only the small portions that were within his generators that provided the charging power of his devices. His hands began to move up and down in a slow rhythmic fashion. However, this action did not provide immediate results. To Omi it would simply seem like he had taken to some strange rhythm or motion. Even if Omi went to high alert from this it would not prepare him for what was to come. Under the sands of the beach, if one ventured to dig far enough downward, was a plentiful supply of water that was so generously supplied by the ocean out in the distance. Of course, being father away from the ocean meant that it was further down beneath the surface of the sand, but Vash was no stranger to manipulating water from a distance. As long as he could feel its presence it was within his realm to use it. Be in the waters of the sea, or the modest traces in the air. Water beneath the surface began to drill its way up through the sand, silently making its way towards the surface.

Charge lvl 2
Gauntlets:30,000 Volts
Blade: 35,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (3 in use)

Omi was only partially right in his assumption as to what Vash was and was not. Vash could indeed use long range type techniques but at this point in time, they would hold little purpose for. Omi would see the strike long before his attack made it to him. That was of course his attack was something that could be seen before hand. Not to mention, Vash liked to get up close and personal since he was the sort who liked to use his martial arts to the fullest range possible. The soft whine of his gauntlets and blade began to become more apparent to Vash’s ears as their charge finally reached level three, the first time they had been able to do so since his match against Gable. And it was now time to set things into motion.

One, long, upward pull with his arms presented itself as if he had taken all concentration into that one movement. Beneath the surface the drilling water followed suit, driving upwards at a much faster rate than before. For two seconds he held his hands upwards, leaving his guard purposely open to possibly bait an attack from Omi before dropping back into his original boxers guard. Interestingly enough the water never broke the surface. It merely saturated the sand seven feet beneath the fighting grounds with an ample supply of fresh salted water. Even though he relinquished his immediate control over the liquid, it still continued to pull upward, the quick upwards motion caused by his actions creating a vacuum that would, at least for a little while longer, continue to bring water below them. “Let’s go!” he exclaimed as he stepped forward with his left, quickly cocking back his left arm, before thrusting it forwards with the motion of his body. From his hand left the third orb he had taken and it was on a collision course with Omi’s chest.

Charge lvl 3
Gauntlets:60,000 Volts
Blade: 70,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (3 in use)

It was now time to see what how far he had really come. “Let’s see if I can put out these flames,” he thought to himself as the serpents made their way towards his lonely orb, looking to grasp it in their flaming mouths to swallow and whole. As the flames sprung to life, Vash moved forward from his stance. One step followed by another took him to the spot where his first two orbs had fallen. With a simple quick motion he dug his left toe into the sand, lifting the orb from its resting place upon the top of his shoe. Pivoting upon his right leg he turned his body to his right, launching the orb towards Omi’s outer right. The orb flew in a curving motion, arching outwards before converging to its real target of Omi’s right shoulder.

Dropping his left leg, he continued to move forward leaving the second orb in its place. By this time the three snakes converged on their target engulfing the small entity in their inferno and continue forward. They had met at a little beyond the halfway mark between the two fighters and it would seem as if the small orb had been overtaken by the powerful snakes. However, within the flames his orb exploded, sending its electric current through the flaming snakes while expanding outwards. Normally he used these orbs in close combat in order to provide a rather shocking experience for his opponents with its taser like properties. Its purpose here was to test the integrity of Omi’s flames. The sudden expansion in should separate the snakes while providing a burst that would put them out. Not only that, but there was one more property Omi had to worry about.

Electricity had an interesting effect on substances. Water, this being an example, had a tendency to break into its free ions, disassociating to leave hydrogen and oxygen in its gaseous form. Being that his snakes would be taking this charge head on would be faced with a sudden current that possibly held the ability to break them apart from the inside out while the sudden expansion forced materials that once gave the snakes their weird ability to burst into flames at a moment’s notice further apart to keep the flame from reigniting. This current would not stop at the point of interception much to the dismay of his opponent. Its goal would be to travel through the serpents to and latch onto the bare fingers of Omi. Lucky for Omi the electricity would have nothing more than a disturbing kick to it rather than the normal paralyzing kick it carried. The power would be far too depleted from destroying the snakes and their flames.


Charge lvl 3
Gauntlets:60,000 Volts
Blade: 70,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (5 in use 1 used)

An ecstatic smile crossed the face of Vash, but only for a moment. “Good, my theory correct,” he thought to himself as he continued his mad dash towards his opponent. The orbs at this point weren’t as much as a distraction or an attack as they were testers. He knew for a fact that Omi’s flames were not normal. Spawned from a separate entity as they were Vash was long past dubbing Omi’s flames as something he could easily combat with his one true natural ability. Therefore, he needed another way to disperse the flames quickly so that he could move into his favored range of combat. “Three snakes to my orb on my left with significantly less distance needing to be covered from my kick… Power reduced by… half? No it would be a bit stronger but not yet enough…” Quickly his accelerated mind processed the ever changing situations of his battle. Right now Omi was at an unknown disadvantage. If the orb had in fact “tickled” his fingers, it was quite possible he would have been able to deduce the true power of the orb. His left hand drew from his pouch and removed the three orbs he had grasped. One was quickly dropped in the sand while the two remaining were held fast within his grasp.

With no more than fifty feet to go, Vash continued his forward momentum towards Omi, the snakes of little concern to him at least until they were going to strike him. Quickly, he transferred one orb to his right hand, while his generators began to whine softly once again to build up even further. Meanwhile the snakes targeting the orb struck it expectedly earlier than the snakes heading towards Vash. Omi’s concern for the audience was well placed but not needed. Vash was more careful than that. Like before, the orb exploded and removed three more snakes from the playing field like the last.

Thirty feet left and Vash and the three snakes in front of him would be on a crash course into one another. It would appear Omi and to the audience that Vash was not afraid of the snakes or the fire they loomed to bring. But for what purpose could he have to run directly towards the snakes? In the next few moments they would see.

Charge lvl 3 (Lvl 4 pending)
Gauntlets:60,000 Volts
Blade: 70,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (4 in use 2 used)

As the snakes came within range of Vash’s body, it became increasingly important for him to take care of them. Like before, he would destroy the three snakes that were in his way to reach Omi, however the outcome would be a bit different. Well at least for Vash. Moving his left wrist in a quick flicking motion, he lobbed the orb that was once in his hand, into the mouths of the three snakes. Like before, it exploded, expanding and disassociating the snake’s composition to destroy the flame and keep it from easily being brought, back to life if at all possible. The charge would not vanish into the air like last time. No, it was more imperative now for Vash to keep ever ounce of power he could muster at ready for the final clash with his opponent. Dashing through Omi’s dissipating flames and snake material, Vash collected the relinquishing charge within his left gauntlet. Of course to Omi it would merely look as if electricity had grounded itself like last time due to the shadowed pumping of Vash’s arms as he ran.

An expression of small glee quickly changed to that of question as Vash witnessed his opponent actually tearing off his upper armor. “The hell? Why would he remove his armor? Greater maneuverability to dodge my attacks, probable…. however, I’d be a fool to assume that to be the only reason he removed it.” His mind quickly processed his situation once again as many thoughts ran throughout his mind as he continued his dash forward. His smile returned as his opponent sounded his opinion as to what Vash’s tactics were. The orbs…. mere distractions? His opponent would soon find this not to be the case, but his plan was not yet ripe. More time was needed, more games needed to be played….. But wait! Much to his surprise and luck, Omi decided to bring the fight to him. This meant that he could…. Yes….. he could! With the distance reaching to the point where either fighter could physically strike the other, Vash found that now was the best time to set things into full throttle. The motors of his generators stopped as his focus went into another tactic in order to have it done quickly and efficiently. Fingers pulled in to meet his palms as the sand below shifted sliding to his left, Omi’s right. In response, a small amount of the salted water that rose and laid in wait a few feet below the surface rose to the merely a few inches below the sand right where Omi’s leading foot was estimated to land (Of course the affected area is a bit more than three feet in diameter to leave room for variables.). This small portion solidified quickly, and slid to the left in order to throw Omi off balance and possibly cause him to fall into the sand and after which would quickly hide its presence again. Vash was by no means an earth user, but Omi need not know this. He merely needed to think that he was. Provided that Omi fell, Vash would be by this point within quick lunging grappling range of Omi, however he would refrain from this and merely fire his last remaining orb towards Omi’s exposed upper body.

Charge lvl Variating
Gauntlet (L) Forced lvl 4.5: 125,000 Volts
Gauntlet (R) lvl 4: 120,000 Volts
Blade: 140,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (3 in use 3 used)

-Edited for some clarification

Vash was no fool when it came to fights of any kind. His eyes kept close watch of everything that unfolded for more than one reason. He was a bit disappointed to see that his opponent had not fallen, however, was even more intrigued to see that he could now find out the true purpose for his opponent sudden de-armoring and find that he was right to assume that it wasn’t just for maneuverability. The armored mesh had no issues enveloping the orb as it was flung forward. Furthermore, Omi’s right hand had tucked back to what seemed to be a preparation for a punch, this he caught by somewhat of a chance due to the chainmail mesh blocking his view for a moment before the curvature of the orb caused the mesh to fold inward. “A punch, at this range would do….. ********!” His eyes caught sight of the sudden burst of flames from Omi’s shoulders, propelling him forward into the chainmail mesh and towards Vash at an alarming rate. If Vash was any other fighter in this tournament, he would have been hit dead on from the attack, however, he had one saving grace.



Vash was blessed with the character trait that gave him a mind to process events faster than the normal human as well as a body that could react with his faster mind. So what most came as a surprise to most didn’t faze him. This situation was dangerously close to one that could have called an end to him though and he didn’t like that very much. His abdomen, the only feasible target of the looming punch, Vash moved accordingly to counter his opponents well played attack changing the positioning of his body as much as he could given the current circumstances. His leading right foot dug forcefully into the sand as he turned his body at the torso.

Things for him were like in slow motion now, the roar of the crowd beginning to change to a slurred voice all in unison as every sense he had kicked in. He could “see” his opponent’s body shift through the particles of water in the air, even the snake that loomed behind him, fangs bared to sink its teeth into its prey. All the while his body kept moving towards its goal. He could feel the head pass over his abdomen as his opponents fist grazed by, nicking him on the fly. Luckily for Vash his invisible ice armor was present and prevented a large deterrent from his counter from happening not to mention large burns from the heat wave. His right hand by this point had been cocked back long since his near possible “end of match” escape from its corresponding boxers guard with the left, chambered before launching forwards in a curved motion to Omi’s face as his fist glanced by Vash’s body. He came in with a short but sweet hook shot that flowed with the turning motion of his body as he placed as much as his weight as possible into the quickly executed attack and slight balance loss due to the strike. Of course the chainmail mesh’s expansion would have been a problem if he had tried a straight punch. His punch probably would have been wrapped up in the mesh thus keeping Omi from the brunt of his attack. Hell, it would probably force the impact of his gauntlets to feel like nothing more than a slap to the face due to the close proximity and little time to prepare…

Normally....



A torrent of electrical energy was released as his fist made a connection with Omi’s face, a significant half charge of what was stored in his right gauntlet being released into the body of Omi. It was a pleasant 60,000 volts leaving his gauntlets with a forced milliamp charge of fifteen, right within range of what was needed to cause muscle control loss. His face would be a disoriented mess with spasms and the works. The recoil blast of the attack would be enough to separate the fighters by a few feet, forcing Vash to slide to his right, off balance and possibly causing him to stumble and fall upon the sand while sending Omi in the opposite direction, hopefully upon his back or face. Whichever came first. “Use it….” The voice of the woman from the call earlier that day chimed in once again. “Not yet,” his mind chimed in response.

Needless to say, the snake wasn’t even an issue for Vash either. If one were to recall his actions as he removed the last three orbs from his pouch they would remember that he had dropped one into the sand while he dashed towards Omi. This same orb would stop the snake. As the punch followed through, the release of electrical energy from his gauntlet a less daunting task than one might think, the orb literally jumped into the air. Or to onlookers it would seem so. Once again, water below the surface made its way quickly, and forcefully up right below the orb. This action would cause it to jump as if it had a mind of its own, right into the mouth of the looming serpent, exploding and removing the snake from play like its brothers. Omi had made a comment about whose desired burned strongest. Hopefully, the burn that would remain upon Omi’s stomach from the entering of electrical energy would give him that answer. Vash didn’t plan on going home today.

Charge lvl Varying
Gauntlet (L) Forced lvl 4.5: 125,000 Volts
Gauntlet (R) lvl 3: 60,000 Volts
Blade: 140,000 Volts
Electrode Mines 25 (1 in use 5 used)



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