We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

[smartass_captain]

People have been disappearing in the Nexus.

Going missing from work, from their homes, from the Plaza.

Locals are staying in their homes, shutting their doors. Even the more shut-in of Nexus goers will be able to tell that something is amiss around here. The Plaza is strangely sparse as far as foot traffic; many of the shops downtown are closing early.

Word is spreading in the Industrial District of an anomaly in the anti-violence field. Easy money for betting in cage fighting. Less easy money but larger amounts for competing in said cage matches. One on one, matches with and without weapons. Rounds go until someone surrenders, is knocked out, or dies. Who would set up such a thing? It's becoming very popular and many a coin is being generated. Are so many people really signing up for this?

Some are. Others are captured and drugged, thrown into the ring against their will with the ultimatum: Fight and get free, or die.

What do you do?

Are you looking to bet your wages? Sign up for a chance at riches? Are you one of the unwilling laying in a dark room?

Or.

Are you going to stand for this if not?

((Please view this OOC post to chat with other players before you jump into a fight! All fights must be agreed upon by participants ahead of time for severity of injuries. Outcomes can be agreed upon or will be decided by a coinflip by myself. Please do not come into this expecting to clean sweep someone without sustaining injuries unless you and your fight partner have agreed ahead of time that would be hilarious. If there are questins, concerns, or complaints PM me. TL:DR Have fun and don't be a dick!))

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[sumarusfinest]

The officer doesn't seem to be nervous about the fire she's wielding. If anything, he smirks slightly and continues advancing on her one confident stride at a time.

He doesn't bother to dodge, merely raising an arm to keep the light from blinding him. He doesn't expect the vague burning that eats away at his skin. It's nothing as severe as it should be but Katsuya looks startled nonetheless.

Is this even fire? He shouldn't...But no. It definitely burns slightly.

"Tch." He dives behind a rock for the second blast, readying his pistol and aiming for her hands. He fires off a shot before ducking down again.

[dembonyhips]

Let's be real here, not bothering to dodge makes him easier to hit. And it's certainly fire, it burns and behaves like fire. Although it's powerful, dangerous, and uncontrolled. Ripping apart enchantments with the terrible power of the Fel.

Still the point of guns makes them obvious, and she's already on the move again, narrowly missing getting shot and swearing more colorfully as she unleashes another blast, followed by a sharp gesture upwards, calling down even more of the fire from above like a rain of destructive, fel green force.

As the bolts of energy hit the ground, they leave explosive bursts of fire on the impacts with the ground. Fortyskey's also working on casting something else.

[sumarusfinest]

The only reason he didn't bother to dodge is that he assumed (incorrectly) that he had nothing to worry about. Fire is his natural ally and he is immune to its effects, thanks to Helios' protection. At least he should be. But this is no ordinary fire.

"Shit!" Oh dear, Forty's vocabulary choices seem to be rubbing off on the good officer as he scrambles to get away from the raining felfire. He's quick--not quicker than rogue's she's dealt with but certainly faster than any suit and tie civilian has any right to be. And he aims to get close. Melee range close.

Katsuya would rather not shoot Forty but that sadly leaves him few options in terms of how he fights.Best to use his strength to his advantage.

[dembonyhips]

To her credit, her answer to rogues and druids capable of seemingly vanishing from sight is largely similar to what she's doing now: Give them no quarter or place to hide. Drop all the Area of Effect she can manage and let the fel fire break any stealth effects they may be attempting to use.

Admittedly, while she's probably a hundred pounds soaking wet--and Katsuya's unaware of it--Fortyskey can certainly withstand getting shot. She's a fairly durable corpse. Lord knows she's had bigger and meaner things stare her down and survived. ...For the obvious given value of surviving.

That doesn't stop her from backpedaling though, to try and maintain her distance. But to keep slinging fireballs and spells as she's doing, he's still going to close the distance before she can reliably put him down.

As such, the Warlock needs an advantage, and it's not hard to decide what to do: Give him two targets to contend with, rather than one. Fortyskey shouts a word in demonic and gestures. Purple and green energy swirl around her, and then form up next to her, in a large, laughing hysterically, blue, multi-eyed creature that announces his presence, with a toothy grin that rivals Naugus's, and a distinct voice and in common-slash-English: "I SEE YOU THERE, YOUR DELICIOUS MAGICS!"

Fortyskey doesn't even have time to command him before he does what she wants anyway, energy pulses around the smaller eyes on its.. ...forehead, and it laughs hysterically again before the energy converges around the largest eye and it suddenly focuses directly at Katsuya.

With a fucking eye laser. High pitched whine in the air and a stench of ozone in its wake, it's a fucking bright purple eye laser. That scorches and burns the ground even if it manages to miss.

Congrats Katsuya, she's gone and summoned an actual demon. It's likely one he's never seen before, but if he can sense actual demons, well. It obviously is one.

[sumarusfinest]

In some ways, Forty summoning a legitimate demon makes the fight a lot easier on the good officer. As soon as the creature is cackling the officer's chest tightens and his gaze hardens.

He knows how to fight demons.

A pulse of magicka can be sensed from the officer for those sensitive to it and he's moving to a new vantage point, unloading his entire clip into the oddly hued demon as he moves. The ground shimmers at his feet when he pauses to reload, and soon his Persona is hovering over him to give cover. It too has a gun. A rather large gun.

A rather large gun that shoots bullets and fire.

A large fireball is shot at both the demon and Forty, mostly for Katsuya to see if it has an effect on either of them.

[dembonyhips]

To her credit, even slowed, Fortyskey is already moving again as soon as the Observer's appeared. She makes no move to defend her summon, figuring he's smart and/or durable enough to know what the hell he can take--demons summoned by a Warlock are usually regarded as cannon fodder anyway, since destroying one on the material plane only sends it back to the Twisting Nether, rather than actually killing it.

Admittedly, the Nexus is weird, but it's still not directly on the Twisting Nether.

And demons aside, Warlocks don't usually have much in the way of anything strictly defensive--not without some sacrifice to actually power it. As such, her response is simple: She aims her own fiery Fel-powered blast at the fireball, intent on destroying it with the Fel's power to destroy enchantments (Plus, y'know. when two fireballs with mass collide, this usually results in the fiery destruction of both).

The observer, still cackling out loud, also points out something else: He pings as a demon. Fortyskey obviously does not. She's Something Else. Shadow magic, necromantic power, and right now, full of Fel supercharge to the point that she's giving off a fiery, auric miasma that's bright green.

And for his part, the Observer shoots another pulsing eye laser, the high pitched whine of it cutting through the air as easily as the energy beam itself. However: He's targeting Katsuya's persona rather than Katsuya himself.

[sumarusfinest]

As dangerous as Forty is, she is correct. When it comes to who or what is going to get the brunt of his attention and lethal force, it will always be the demon first. It's the only way he's stayed alive as long as he has back home, and it's a hard habit to break.

Forty may have deflected Helios' fire spell, but the Observer has not and Katsuya unloads again, aiming for each of its many eyes with frightening accuracy. Only the last shot goes wide--possibly too close to Forty for comfort but he isn't aiming at her. He's clutching his chest in pain.

The persona and he are linked. Injuries done to the catlike creature may be reduced but are still passed on to the Persona user. Helios recovers from the attack swifter than his human counterpart, eyes glowing a steadily brighter golden light as it shoots off an even stronger pillar of flame the demon's way.

[dembonyhips]

Frankly, it's how many Warlocks have survived so long. Fortyskey can't even count the sheer number of times she's been saved by the fact that her Voidlord does an astoundingly good job of holding an enemy's attention, or by the fact that the Abyssal has saved her skinny ass more than once by its sheer utter destructive power.

Good news! The Observer isn't indestructible! And Katsuya managed to stop his hysterical laughter by shooting him in the eyes. It spits out what can only be a curse in Demonic, and lunges forward in anger, trying to bite at Katsuya's gun with that big mouth filled with so many sharp teeth. Intent on consuming what it believes is a magical artifact.

The shot that goes wide grazes Forty, something that's only known by the fact that she announces it with a loud iteration of the word 'Fuck' and several of its colorful variants in rapid succession. She, of course, responds to this with what she does best: More fire. She gestures sharply forward with both hands, firing off two more sickly green colored FelFire spells.

One for Katsuya, and one for his Persona. If they're linked, she might as well try to go for more bang for her felfiery buck.

[sumarusfinest]

Considering the officer prefers a ranged weapon, it would be easy to assume he would be at a disadvantage in a close quarters combat. Look at him, so wiry and wispy. What threat could he possibly pose to the Observer with his puny human hands?

Helios vanishes in a flash of blue light, removing one of Forty's targets momentarily before it reappears, perched on the officer's shoulders and emitting a strong glow of that same light. Katsuya's movements turn lightning fast, butt of his gun connecting with the Observer's last remaining eye hard enough to split that soft flesh like an overripe fruit. His next swing misses, shattering the rock it collides with. Forty's fireball burns at his arm as he raises it to block the blow from hitting his head or his Persona.

The Observer is down, and Officer Suou raises his run again and fires at Forty.

[dembonyhips]

There's a momentary flash of surprise on the Observer's face as the blow connects. As the demon's face explodes, it drops to the ground with a wet, sick thump, and a whispering voice as the body dissolves into purple wisps of energy, "All that lovely magic..."

Cue Fortyskey cussing colorfully in Orcish, something that strictly doesn't translate. Although the tone made it pretty clear what what Forty said was not nice. Particularly when she's shot in the shoulder, the hit catching her off guard and nearly spinning her off of her feet.

"FUCKING--" That's not a happy word either, as she growls in frustration, "You know what. Fine. You want a fucking fight. HERE YOU FUCKING GO THEN."

Fortyskey gestured with both hands, generating a ball of chaotic, bright green fel energy between them, and gestured sharply upwards, the sphere of energy being launched from her hands into the air.

There's a boom of thunder as a portal is torn into the air, and a huge stone, filled with green fire and power drops from the sky, aimed straight for Katsuya.

[sumarusfinest]

Katsuya did not, in fact, want this fight.

But this was the only way to infiltrate the system. And not only that, this woman--whatever she is--is a devil summoner. That alone is reason to accept and continue to fight. He aims. His hands are steady.

He notices too late to dodge completely the thing Forty has summoned, leaping to get out of the way but still being knocked prone by the blast. His gun has slid off somewhere, but Katsuya's bigger concern is the rock that landed on his right leg. His right leg that is screaming in pain. It's bad enough that Katsuya has lost focus on Helios, who has vanished completely taking the bright blue light with him. Katsuya shoves and strains before he gets the stone off his leg.

It's broken. Trying to move is agony and the stone creature Forty summoned is arranging itself into a form and looming over him. He drags himself out of the way of its fist when it swings down at him, but it's quite clear that he won't be fighting anymore. not with his gun and Persona missing and leg jutting out at an odd angle like it is.

"Wh...what is that thing?!"

[dembonyhips]

As the stone breaks apart and forms legs, arms, and a head--like some kind of dark and twisted version of Voltron, the end result is a creature made of blackened, broken and suspended stones, and held together with flames writhing the floating rocks.

The head of the creature is a hollow, jaw-less skull made of stone. Even if he's immune to fire, Katsuya can no doubt feel the heat coming off of this thing in waves. Fortyskey is, unfortunately, beyond reasoning with because she's so fucking pissed off (particularly from being shot, and being imprisoned).

The Abyssal roars, an unholy, unnatural sound, with the undertone of stones grinding beneath the creature's voice. Forty, behind the Abyssal, finishes another spell, gesturing towards it sharply. Ethereal, blackened, ghostly chains form around the creature's midsection, and it suddenly gains focus to its fury, the skull that makes up its face suddenly focusing on the police officer, echoing the undead Warlock's fury.

"FUCK. EVERYTHING!" Fortyskey's shouts aren't as loud as the Abyssal, but she's not letting up. She gestures sharply, and the monster takes another swing at Katsuya, roaring in fury as it does.

She doesn't answer what the monster is.

But does he know what it's not?

Safe.

[sumarusfinest]

Oh. Oh no.

Katsuya scrambles backwards, a near-constant stream of yelling in his native language as he drags his useless leg across the rubble, jostling it and sending jolts of searing pain up his body. Rock shatters an inch away from his foot. He's covered in a sweat, skin pale as the pain intensifies with every shift and kick he makes with his functional leg.

He's not going to be able to keep dodging.

"Helios!" Katsuya braces himself for the next swing and after a half-second of flickering light that seems much weaker than it had been before the Persona appears just in time to block the swing. The officer grunts in pain at the strain it causes and his Pesona flickers once, before shattering altogether. He can't keep focus anymore with all the pain he's in.

"I yield!" He gasps, vision webbing before he loses consciousness altogether.

[dembonyhips]

Unfortunately for Katsuya, Fortyskey isn't listening, and she's not exactly the honorable sort at all. She's currently being driven by her emotions and irrationality at the entire issue of being caught.

And because she commands dark powers of temptation that drive her to be more and more destructive when she's actually angry, it's difficult to stop once she's there and pissed the fuck off.

Unfortunately for Fortyskey, apparently someone is listening. From outside the arena, one of the demons takes a shot with some energy weapon (they probably bartered from the Jawas or something), Fortyskey yelps in pain at being shot again, and as she's whirling around to face her assailant, she collapses.

Without its conscious master binding it to the material plane, the Abyssal roars throwing its arms up as the green felfire binding the stones together dissipates, and the body of the creature collapses, and dissolves into foul smelling ash.