Smith smirked, simply rolling away, the blade touching nothing but air. Righting himself with a graceful motion he smiled, but the voice in Solace's mind was heavily laced with pure malice. You fool, I've used no psychic power at all in this arena, but I know that Birdbrain drained you. But even if he hadn't...
"You haven't a chance!"
Smith flew backwards while pulling out his two steel throwing axes and throwing them towards Solace's chest.
Smith smirked, as a piercing voice entered Solace's skull. So, you're a user of the heightened mental arts as well, it appears? Hah! No matter, your power is nowhere near mine.
Smith charged closer towards Solace and then aimed his outstretched hand at the fox and firing a large burst of flame.
"Hah! Your powers are nothing but simple parlor tricks!"
[OOC: Hey! Sweet, this is turning out almost four on four]
Smith shook his head and turned to Odin.
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I took out Dabura's lackeys while you took out Big Bird himself, right? They're simply nuisances."
With that, Smith flew straight up in the air at lightning speed, hurtling right towards Solace.
Scipio Smith landed beside Odin, gazing warily at GPM, his coat billowing as he landed from his floating position high above the arena.
"Master Odin? How will we deal with these freaks?"
[OOC: Call me by my character's name, Mekira Smith. I'm not a Dementia Summoner...Just check out my profile, it should be on the first page of the Character Profile thread.]
Smith floated backwards and retrieved two steel throwing axes, hurling them quickly towards Blademaster's skull and chest.
A piercing voice entered Blademaster's skull. Well, no opponent, eh? I'll be able to provide you with quite the hiding, and then afterwards I think I'll flay you skin to bone.
A slight thud signaled Smith's landing behind Blademaster.
Smith drew his sword and chuckled.
"Well then, hurry up before I skewer you where you sit."
Smith stopped the scythe with his mind as it entered the air within inches of his skull, and smirked. He let it drop in shock though, when he heard a voice from behind him, and spun around.
It was that scum, Rio, he remembered him well, behind a-
"Statue of Gaius? But I was sure I destroyed that when you'd come in!" Wait a minute, the statue of Gaius stands, I destroyed a statue, Rio can't find his statue
Smith smirked as he realized the truth and his eyes fell onto a detailed portrait of Rio, set in stone, but splintered into many pieces.
"Oops."
A smug voice echoed in the aven's head as the sound of a light landing upon the sandy ground of the Arena echoed as well. Ah, the scum bird, and in his little roost. This is a good replica of that damned place, ah the memories.
Mekira Smith gazed at the statues and smirked when he saw the one of Calvin. He thought it odd for an enemy to honor an enemy, but birds were foolish anyway.
One statue caught his eye, the tall minotaur. What! Gaius! Oh, damn you! Statue or not!
Smith let loose an energy blast into the statue, sending it falling in pieces and spun around towards the bird, his eyes blazing with pure malice, he finally spoke outloud for the first time since he had landed.
"Come. Come meet your death."
A voice echoed in Solace's mind. What do you think you're doing, pausing in attack to watch Mr. Birdy fight that fool? Don't worry, you won't see anything surprising, I'll kill that troublesome old Lieutenant after I kill you.
Mekira Smith floated down from the stands, landing ten feet behind Solace and drawing one throwing axe. He held it between in his right hand, toying with it slightly as an odd demonish smirk crawled across his face.
Mekira Smith stood in the arena, well not exactly standing, at closer inspection it could be seen that Smith was floating a few feet off the ground. He floated around, with his back to the Arena Entrance as he began to practice with his Luger, drawing it swiftly and firing at the Arena wall.
[OOC: Er, Janus, I hope those italics weren't you using telepathy. I mean, I do that because I have that power. I'll assume you're either insane, or your character was just thinking. ]
Smith simply let out a chuckle as the knife stopped within a few inches of his face, hovered, and then with a flick of his wrist, the throwing knife hurtled at lightning speed toward its former owner's skull. Anything you try to do will be useless. Weakling.
Smith stared at Janus in disbelief and then chuckled.
"I suppose if you knew who you were facing you would not be so confident, but I admire your foolhardy bravery nonetheless"
Smith's eyes widened into a powerful glare. I will kill you, fool.
The instant those words entered Janus's mind, Smith was upon him, pulling one of his steel throwing axes out of his coat and hurling it towards Janus's face.
Smith eyed Beetle again, holding him in a dark and threatening gaze, and then chuckled lightly again.
"Don't be so rattled, comrade. Just call me Smith. Skellum is simply a code name I use when I'm lending out my services as an assassin".
A small business card floated out of Smith's jacket and hovered in front of Beetle. It read, "Master Skellum, Profession Assassin. 1/2 price for Elves and Minotaurs! Now offering a special torture combo, just ask."
Meanwhile, Smith eyed Melaia and gave her a slight bow.
"To the new Queen. May you and Master Calvin prosper, I suppose" spoke Smith with a tired tone as he went back to playing with a golf-ball size fireball, floating it around his head.
Smith eyed Beetle warily and then revealed a rare smile.
"Ehehehehe. Congratulations Calvin, it is quite appropriate that there me an empress of the GROSS Empire, especially one so adept at fighting."
Smith turned and looked around the room as he hovered a few inches off the ground.
"Ah, Zeal is here as well. The turnout seems low, but hopefully more will come. I suppose it doesn't truly matter though, the numbers of the opposition are low as well, if not practically nonexistent. Except for that stupid aven and this one." Smith eyed WarOne maliciously and then chuckled lightly, a hollow sound that echoed in the room.
You fool, I've used no psychic power at all in this arena, but I know that Birdbrain drained you. But even if he hadn't...
"You haven't a chance!"
Smith flew backwards while pulling out his two steel throwing axes and throwing them towards Solace's chest.
So, you're a user of the heightened mental arts as well, it appears? Hah! No matter, your power is nowhere near mine.
Smith charged closer towards Solace and then aimed his outstretched hand at the fox and firing a large burst of flame.
"Hah! Your powers are nothing but simple parlor tricks!"
Smith shook his head and turned to Odin.
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I took out Dabura's lackeys while you took out Big Bird himself, right? They're simply nuisances."
With that, Smith flew straight up in the air at lightning speed, hurtling right towards Solace.
"Master Odin? How will we deal with these freaks?"
Smith floated backwards and retrieved two steel throwing axes, hurling them quickly towards Blademaster's skull and chest.
Well, no opponent, eh? I'll be able to provide you with quite the hiding, and then afterwards I think I'll flay you skin to bone.
A slight thud signaled Smith's landing behind Blademaster.
Smith drew his sword and chuckled.
"Well then, hurry up before I skewer you where you sit."
It was that scum, Rio, he remembered him well, behind a-
"Statue of Gaius? But I was sure I destroyed that when you'd come in!"
Wait a minute, the statue of Gaius stands, I destroyed a statue, Rio can't find his statue
Smith smirked as he realized the truth and his eyes fell onto a detailed portrait of Rio, set in stone, but splintered into many pieces.
"Oops."
A smug voice echoed in the aven's head as the sound of a light landing upon the sandy ground of the Arena echoed as well.
Ah, the scum bird, and in his little roost. This is a good replica of that damned place, ah the memories.
Mekira Smith gazed at the statues and smirked when he saw the one of Calvin. He thought it odd for an enemy to honor an enemy, but birds were foolish anyway.
One statue caught his eye, the tall minotaur.
What! Gaius! Oh, damn you! Statue or not!
Smith let loose an energy blast into the statue, sending it falling in pieces and spun around towards the bird, his eyes blazing with pure malice, he finally spoke outloud for the first time since he had landed.
"Come. Come meet your death."
What do you think you're doing, pausing in attack to watch Mr. Birdy fight that fool? Don't worry, you won't see anything surprising, I'll kill that troublesome old Lieutenant after I kill you.
Mekira Smith floated down from the stands, landing ten feet behind Solace and drawing one throwing axe. He held it between in his right hand, toying with it slightly as an odd demonish smirk crawled across his face.
Mekira Smith stood in the arena, well not exactly standing, at closer inspection it could be seen that Smith was floating a few feet off the ground. He floated around, with his back to the Arena Entrance as he began to practice with his Luger, drawing it swiftly and firing at the Arena wall.
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Smith simply let out a chuckle as the knife stopped within a few inches of his face, hovered, and then with a flick of his wrist, the throwing knife hurtled at lightning speed toward its former owner's skull.
Anything you try to do will be useless. Weakling.
Smith stared at Janus in disbelief and then chuckled.
"I suppose if you knew who you were facing you would not be so confident, but I admire your foolhardy bravery nonetheless"
Smith's eyes widened into a powerful glare.
I will kill you, fool.
The instant those words entered Janus's mind, Smith was upon him, pulling one of his steel throwing axes out of his coat and hurling it towards Janus's face.
"Don't be so rattled, comrade. Just call me Smith. Skellum is simply a code name I use when I'm lending out my services as an assassin".
A small business card floated out of Smith's jacket and hovered in front of Beetle. It read, "Master Skellum, Profession Assassin. 1/2 price for Elves and Minotaurs! Now offering a special torture combo, just ask."
Meanwhile, Smith eyed Melaia and gave her a slight bow.
"To the new Queen. May you and Master Calvin prosper, I suppose" spoke Smith with a tired tone as he went back to playing with a golf-ball size fireball, floating it around his head.
"Ehehehehe. Congratulations Calvin, it is quite appropriate that there me an empress of the GROSS Empire, especially one so adept at fighting."
Smith turned and looked around the room as he hovered a few inches off the ground.
"Ah, Zeal is here as well. The turnout seems low, but hopefully more will come. I suppose it doesn't truly matter though, the numbers of the opposition are low as well, if not practically nonexistent. Except for that stupid aven and this one." Smith eyed WarOne maliciously and then chuckled lightly, a hollow sound that echoed in the room.