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"Hmmm..." Richard looked fazed. "This doesn't look good. Rook if you please?"

"Yea yea, I'm coming." Rook was satisified simply watching from the side lines but he was called on so he grabbed his fire axe and pulled it out of Ra's corpse. "Lacross what is taking you so long?"

He turned and felt a blade slide through his body. "Sorry," Lamia breathed, his breath reeking of raw flesh. "Lacross can't come to the phone right now but I'll leave him a message for you huh sweety?"

"Fuck..." Rook coughed, blood running down his lips. Lamia pushed Rook to the floor and pulling out the machete, he licked the length of the blade, cutting a path through the crimson liquid before he stabbed the weapon onto Rook's heart. "There we go. Tim go do your thing." He crowed from the sidelines.

"Goddammit Lamia we're going to have a long talk after this." Richard dropped his bat and raised his hands. "I surrender, fuck this." He turned and walked away and Lamia followed giggling, slinging Rook's body over his shoulder. He turned and blew Tim a kiss then a wink. As they approached the doorway, Rook woke up and rolled out of Lamia's grasp. He landed on the floor and got up without either's assistance before attempting to slug Lamia in the face who caught it easily. The three left the arena.

"Well I guess we have a winner!" The announcer crowed. "Tim would you like to play us one more song before you leave?"

Tim suddenly felt really tired, slouching a bit, but recovered and gave a thumbs up to the crowd, and made a vulgar hand gesture to his enemies who were leaving.
"Alright, a victory lap I guess."
Victory Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ywxm6zLEjFY
Afterwards, he turned and left, stumbling a bit.

The stages and corpses were cleared away, Ragnarok was taken away from Tim who was too tired to resist. He was sent up through the tube and stumbled to the sofa where he flopped on and fell asleep. Abra waved over to Matthew. "Mister Cyborg, it's your turn."

The blue alien was sent down, at the bottom he was given his light saber back and he was released into a new clean arena. "Ladies and Gentlemen! We have our last fight of the night here so we made sure to make it a good one! We have for your viewing pleasure Matthew! An alien/cyborg who has a knack for water magic and his little gizmos. On the other side we have Kairo! This adventurous elf has journeyed far and wide and has lived enough lives to make even the most serious adrenaline junkies fall over tired! Now let this battle begin!"

From the other gate strode out a happy teeanger-sized male. He waved his hands in the air and cheered along with the crowd. He wore white long sleeves under a brown vest and has black pants. His spiky hair was a steely grey. His eyes were a vibrant emerald and his ears twitched around, they were practically long isosceles triangles. He ran up to Matthew and held out his hand, kneeling down to be eye-level. "Hiya, name's Kairo. Pleasures all mine! It's nice to meet you! I hope we have a good fight." If Matthew grabbed the elf's hand he would pump it energetically.

[OOC: @Aquila - I simply laughed myself to death at this point. Now I know what the PM was talking about. Sincerest apologies for misunderstanding...]

Matthew took the proffered hand and gave the elf his sunniest expression.

"Pleased to meet you!" he said politely. "May the best fighter win!"

As he let the elf shake his hand, the cyborg pored over the announcement info.

Adrenaline junkies falling over tired? Maybe he thinks he can outpace me. Matthew thought. If going fast is what he wants, I'll have to make every move count.

The fighters took their positions, and Matthew let the roar of the crowd raise his confidence level. He studied his opponent with a critical eye, and then whipped out his ACST. He couldn't let himself underestimate this guy. Time for be-ready-for-anything-Mode.

"Let's do this!" he challenged. "Stand firm or be defeated by the sheer power of..."

Matthew paused dramatically, ignited his ACST, and then finished.

"...AWESOMENESS."

Kairo laughed, applauding the scene. "Very dramatic, nice theatrics." He scratched his chin then with a snap of his fingers pulled from behind his back, a mask. Not much of the detail could be seen as he covered it with his hand but he placed it on his face and whispered. "I require thy assistance." Dark cloth materialized and flowed over his body, a fedora-like hat forming on his head. His clothing was very ranger in design and his face was dominated by a large white eye with a red iris and a reptilian slit for a pupil.

He didn't say anything, simply sweeping off his hat and dipping down into a deep bow before standing up and drawing out the large crossbow strapped to his back. He aimed the massive weapon at Matthew and pulled the trigger, firing a black bolt at the small alien.

Matthew's eyes widened as the bolt came surging towards him. Doubting his ACST could deflect a bolt of that type, he went for an evasive roll to the left instead. As he moved, waves materialized from around body, swirling into a massive, serpentine shape.

The newly-formed sea serpent hissed, its fin-like wings spreading wide. Prismatic eyes locked on its target, the serpent released a torrent of scalding water in the elf's direction.

While his creation attacked, Matthew regained his footing, twirling his ACST. He held out his hand, aiming it right at Kairo. For a fleeting moment, Matthew realized he would be able to push the elf over quite easily with a wind blast...if it was powerful enough. Might as well try.

A massive gust blasted out from the cyborg's hand, roaring right in Kairo's direction. As it moved, Matthew realized he'd made a mistake. The wind was going to push Kairo away from the sea serpent's water attack (if it even got there in time). Great.

Kairo swung his crossbow, aiming it at the wall as he released a grappling shot. With a small two-finger salute he clicked the trigger again and escaped the serpent's attack. The gust of wind caught him in the air and his cloak flapped open. It pushed him against the wall where he clung on with spiked boots and from his pedestal he fire two arrows, a black one into the air and a yellow one followed. The black one shattered into a cloud of shards that rained onto the ground, none hitting either the serpent or Matthew but it surrounded the serpent and Matthew, but he was at the rim of the "cage." Black powder also hung around like a fog and Matthew could smell the distinct scent of gunpowder. The yellow arrow crackled with electricity as it flew through the sky.

As the one-hour waiting period began, Lilith eventually found herself head-bobbing a little. Boredom and need of sleep finally reminding of itself as she stared bluntly at the screen. It was true that she didn't get too much sleep in general. Events from the past, her origins and connection to The Church, be it one or the other, or all of them, eventually lead to a severe insomnia. Even though, periods where body simply began to give up were still a thing; Usually once, twice a month. Maybe she'll be able to get some actual sleep next time they get a chance...

Lilith woke up from her mental numbness, when the battle began. Not that she really had a choice. After all the goal of the game was to make as much noise as possible, using provided instruments. The spectacle that happened down on the arena was from what Lilith assumed however. Was that really what people called music in this realm? Well...She didn't hate it, no...But it was different and definitely not her style.

Things got slightly more interesting when both combatants decided to get ballistic on each other. Once again...The woman found herself much more fascinated with the enemy, rather than the fate of her ally. What caught her attention in particular, was Richard's regeneration capabilities. Silently, The Necromancer cheered for the boy, not giving any visible sign of it however; hence she was glad when he survived, by giving up the fight.

When the match was over, Lilith watched Richard leave the area, before slowly turning her head to Abra. "I might have a request as well..." Her eyes moved to Dino with a cigar for a second, giving him a brief smile while she was at it. "That kid from down there...I'd like some information...and samples..." She placed her finger on her cheek thoughtfully, smiling, before adding. "If your people aren't competent enough, I'd be glad if you sent him to medical ward so that I might do it myself...Would you be able to arrange that, Pretty please?"

Abra scratched his chin then shrugged. "I don't see why not, you are being so kind to play by my rules anyways." He snapped his fingers and a servant ran in. Abra whispered quickly into the man's ear and with a nod the servant took off. "I'll see what I can do."

The servant came back soon after Matthew left. "Sir the owner of Richard is a woman that goes by..." The two dissolved back into a conversation which ended with Abra sighing.

"Stubborn old cout." He stood up and stretched. "I'll see if I can talk some sense into her." He disappeared and then shortly returned, brushing his shoulders casually. "That went well. Now Lilith if you can make your way to the med bay, they'll be waiting for you there."

When Lilith goes down to the med bay she'll see Richard, Rook, and Lamia all sitting casually on different surfaces. Richard got off his bed as soon as he saw her and walked up, bowing deeply and reaching to kiss her hand. "I'm guessing you're the one who wanted to see me?"

"Yea got to meet your sponsor. Man's a lunatic. Turned ours into chum for saying no." Rook sighed, whittling away at a bone. He crossed his legs as he sat on his desk.

"Oh shame it's a woman." Lamia spun around in his chair. "Your sponsor was very fit. Be nice to see what he looks like under that mask." He giggled.

"Very well... Thank you..." Lilith got up, nodded her head in a slight bow, then turned on her heel and left to the med bay.

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"So that's how he handled it...Superior diplomacy skills..." Lilith gave a crooked smile, and let Richard kiss her hand, before putting both of them back into her pockets. " Name's Lilith...I had a pleasure of watching your last fight, Mr.Blake...You can probably guess that it caught my interest..." The woman smiled, and sat on one of the tables, crossing her legs. " I'd just like a talk...and probably a small favor..." Her head turned to Lamia. Though she ignored his first comment, she did respond now. "Ah yes...If what he showed me was accurate...I'd say he was quite attractive..." Before Lilith continued, her gaze suddenly moved to the corner of the room and remained there for a while. She then smiled innocently and shrugged, coming back to the conversation after this incident. It was obviously Walter's soul giving her a stink eye...

"So...Mr.Blake... If I may ask you about yourself...You know, the dimension you're from and what not..."

"Really?" Lamia sighed dreamily and spun slowly in his chair as he day dreamed. Richard and Rook both sighed.

"Oh we're from a shithole called New York on a crap planet called Earth. Got treated like dirt for almost our entire lives. Experimented on and what not." Richard waved his hand. "But then we ended up here and let me tell you we had our share and more so of good fun."

"Got smashed into the ground as many times as we smashed others however." Rook looked at the scrimshaw he made and continued whittling. "But now that we don't have a sponsor."

"We can use Tony can't we?"

"We need six gladiators, and we are only six when we have Tony." Rook glared at Richard. "That's the problem with having your heart in your head. You don't have any room for your brain."

"Hey I let you stay out I could have easily replaced you with someone more polite, like Ra." Rook flared up at the comment and the two soon broke out in a raucous argument then a fist fight.

Lamia got off from his chair and joined Lilith on the table. "Don't mind them. So what more would you like to know? Let me answer some easy questions. Yes we are all one, all clones of Richard. He is a human hybrid that is part earth worm so he has six hearts. He can split those hearts into six people so that's how you have me, Ra, Rook, Lacross, Richard, and Tony."

"Mhm...I see..." Lilith nodded, watching the two fight. Her left, lower eyelid twitched a little. "...A hybrid...Now that's interesting... Who did that to you? How and why?" The scientific part of Lilith woke up, putting aside all her usual courtesy. She was still nice however, and she was still smiling.

The electricity ignited the gunpowder. It burned out in an instant, leaving in its place blistering heat. Before the heat could dissipate, the black shards conducted the electricity, creating a cage around Matthew that contained the heat, turning the cage into an oven. Kairo helped himself off the wall and loaded a new bolt. It had a black shaft but consisted of a red bolt head. The shaft was also very thick, as if containing something. He fired the bolt at the trapped Matthew.

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"How? A lot of time in a test tube and trapped in a pod is how. Why? My guess was to create the perfect cannon fodder. We regenerate, replicate, and can be recreated just by giving our corpse some nutrients, which we can get from the dirt if need be. We're the cheapest soldiers available. And because of our hive mind, we can also be developed into the most elite. Sadly can't tell you who."

"That's fine...Now..." Lilith got up, and turned around to face Lamia again. "I know it's a rather bold request, but I'd like to run some quick tests..." The woman started, but before he had any chance to respond, she continued. "Nothing painful! You don't have to do anything, I promise! Just small blood and tissue sample." Lilith knew herself how terrifyingly the first sentence can sound if you were experimented on before... "Just for a...cure research purposes..."

"Cure research? Oh I doubt there is a cure for what we have besides death. But I'm sure if you ask Richard he'd be more than fine. I'll ask him for you. Oh Richard dear."

Richard stop mid-swing. "Lamia you know I hate it when you call me that."

"Sorry sweet thing," Lamia winked. "This nice lady, Lilith was it? Wants your arm and a heart. Think you can spare one?"

"Anything, if she'll go to dinner with me."