The entrance to the colleseum

Nightmare laughed looking at the gun as he put a image of the gun turning into a cobra rising up and hissing it's fangs dripping venom as the beady eyes looked eagerly at the flesh, Nightmare turned seeing Nightkill and winked before looking at Amy "Your daddies coming I want to say hi to him, As for your friend if she wants to stay sane for another day she will calm down", Nightmare slid his hands into his pockets waiting for Nightkill to join them.

Chainer looked around, bored. Everyone seemed to be talking or preparing for the fights ahead, so none of them even noticed him. Oh well, he was used to it. He glanced up at the Leaderboard.

"Great, I'm last. I coulda had a few more hours of sleep, easily." He read the name of his opponent and looked about, hoping for some blatently obvious clue as to this 'Mist's' identity, like a blatent grey costume or a large M amblazoned on a chest. No such luck. He mentally reminded himself that this was a far cry from his home town, and the heroes/villains around here had a lot more taste in clothing. He shook his head and found a seat, plopping the guitar case holding his Katana on the ground next to him. No sense worrying over possible matchups or anything like that. It wasnt his style. He leaned back and was just about to close his eyes when he saw his sister, sitting over by Nightkill. He tensed up, confused and bewildered before he finally realized that the young girl just looked similar to his lost little sister. He glared at her, serious after his brief hope of reuniting was dashed as quickly as it came. His hand involuntarily tightened along the handle of his guitar case. A light cracking sound brought him back to reality. He didnt know who that girl was, but the resemblance was uncanny.

He released the guitar case again, and leaned back, his carefree attitude finally returning. He could always figure out who the girl was later. He recognized the villain Nightkill from the old GUN flyers that used to circulate on the internet, so finding her after the tournament would be as easy as finding Nighty. He exhaled slowly, hoping something would happen soon.

Zane just glanced as the one being asked him about a ..Pjilosipher stone of sorts? The hell was that? Supposedly some type of amulet for power, but he didn't know any real detail on it. But then another question became apparent. The one he had first spoke to wanted to know if he could " clean the blood" from each match. Such wouldn''t really be needed. Deciding to reply to Katachi first, then next off make a statment to the one reffered to as Dr Everyone. "That won't be needed. A little blood never hurt anyone. Besides, if it becomes too bloody, then that will just be an interesting adjustment for the next combatants...... Now, to you ( refferng to DR by this point), Just what makes you think I'll other giving you anything relating to the Philosopher stone? I'm not a charity.....Tell ya what, make it to the third set of matchs and I'll let ya in on some info. Lose, and you don't get shit. Understood? Even though he was lieing out of his teeth about the stone, his voice didn't change and no noticable signs of such were made. So, unless the man could read minds, it would most likely be assumed as a true statment.

"Oh I understand it completely. Your grounds for this information does make you seem like a charity, which you claim not to be. The third set of rounds, Ha! You might as well just give me the information now. Well, I'll be off."

Dr.Everyone then morphed into an eagle and began to circle above the entrance, and the arena.

"I love my powers. They have allowed me to size up my possible opponents beforehand. That man looks quite large, and strong. The other seems to be able to take quite a punch. But he uses weapons. Formidable opponents? Neither of them. An amusing warm up. Perhaps."

Nightmare wrote:Nightmare laughed looking at the gun as he put a image of the gun turning into a cobra rising up and hissing it's fangs dripping venom as the beady eyes looked eagerly at the flesh, Nightmare turned seeing Nightkill and winked before looking at Amy "Your daddies coming I want to say hi to him, As for your friend if she wants to stay sane for another day she will calm down", Nightmare slid his hands into his pockets waiting for Nightkill to join them.

Nightkill walked closer. "Julia, Amy, is this man bothering you?" he asked calmly, looking at Nightmare. "Sir, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave now." he said, glancing at the fight going on on a monitor. He had bet some money on Slamfist. There were few people Nightkill feared, and Slamfist was one of them. A pity that Centurion didn't wish to join him, he seemed to have potential.

Obsidior had met Nightkill before, and he knew of his nature, but his good guy senses still kicked in once Nightmare was picking on two women."Ya know this is the first sign of a rapist, maybe you should let no mean no. Obsidior had a hand resting on Nightmare's shoulder. Obsidior's eyes flicked over to Julia and alone smiled at her, but to add a bit more, a handsome teeth filled smile greeted her as well.

Mist glowered at Nightmare. He wasn't invited to their conversation, and she didn't know who he was. He was making some comment about Nightkill, probably. Even though he wasn't really her father, he had taken the role as her legal guardian. Nightmare's red eyes just made him that much more creepy, but the more she thought about it, she knew he tried to look intimidating. His illusion to change Julia's gun into a cobra seemed real enough. Mist leaned back away from the snake's striking range. Nightkill finally came to scare the crazed man away. She looked at him with an expression of relief.

"I think he was just saying goodbye."

Nightmare looked around at the two visitors " Well I can see this won't be any fun shame really I do like fun", Nightmare turned to leave but looked at Obsidior and grinned "You and I are the 4th round I hope your ready tooo play". Nightmare laughed walking back to his chair as shadows leaned towards him but ignoring them he sat down and played his PsP.

Growing tired of the match, Dr.Everyone looked for his opponent,Katachi Koutai. He found his opponent. Why hadn't he noticed him before? The man was next to Zane. he swooped down and morphed back into himself just as he landed.

"Katachi Koutai, Dr.Everyone. I'll be defeating you in round five. I do look forward to it. Oh but don't worry, the tournament says no killing, so you'll make it out more or less alive."

OOC; Your disguised, so he found your clone.

The original katachi was up and watching the stands already. He had already acquired Slamfists and Centurions DNA and was getting stronger every fight, but he was keeping tabs on His clone. His clone was programmed perfectly to act on its own, but he calmed down the clone to not show off. He gathered information from Dr.Everyone's power by watching him. He was a shifter, or at least thats what he gathered from him.

"Ha as if I care, You cannot kill me, no matter how hard you tried." The clone said. "You don't have a chance." The clone said, not showing any hint of his powers. Katachi rarely made any appearances, and there were no records of him in the G.U.N archives that would tell him of his powers. His powers was a solid unknown.

"Oh, I don't need to kill you. Just come close. You can't beat everyone. But I certainly can beat you."

Dr.Everyone just stood calmly. In his mind, nobody stood a chance against him. While many heroes and villains may have equal power to him, he was sure he could take this guy. Confidence, bravery, and a well thought out plan. That all was more important than super powers any day. But the powers helped oh so much.

"You're funny. We will see, now wont we." The Katachi clone said shooing him away by walking away without being intimidated by Dr.Everyones threat. He walked over to the stands and looked outside, not for the match, but for his clone, a means of achieving 360 degree vision.

Julia had put the cobra-gun down, but it changed back when Nightmare left. She stared back at Obsidor, something about her saying- "Look, don't touch." Obsidor was admittedly handsome, but she was on the job. No time for flirting or anything now.

Nightkill nodded. "Well, glad the man left. Bad things would have happened had he not." he said, his voice serious. He glanced at the names on the board. Chainer would be fighting Mist. Nightkill hadn't heard of this person before, and devoutly hoped he wasn't a psychopath, or very tough.

He looked at Obsidor. "Hello..." he said warily. "Good to see you Obsidor, you fighting that man?" he asked, as though they were old friends, and hadn't tried to kill each other before.

Being a hero didn't matter Obsidior was usually a kind man so he smiled and nodded at Nightkill. "Well fighting is a harsh word, defeating is more appropriate." he said as his eyes shot between Nightkill and Julia, he had gotten signals from women before to back off, so he would. "What about you, who you got?" he said as he looked at the board both expecting Nightkill to answer and looking for himself.

Nightkill shrugged. "Some person known as the Ink Master. He must be new, he isn't in my files yet." he said. He couldn't hide Mist right now, but he knew Obsidior had morals, so he probably wouldn't use Mist or harm her.

Julia finished cleaning out her gun. "So, you're Obsidior, right?" she asked, recognizing him from Nightkill's said files. "The necromancer?"

Obsidior turned to Julia a bit surprise she knew that about him and rubbed the back of his head. "That is what some people call me." he said to her as his eyes once again combed the people that stood in front of him, Mist came off as a normal twelve year old, nothing special. Obsidior turned to Nightkill he wasn't going to be so nice when they were out in the real world and Nightkill was being his usual self but Obsidior was not the kind to hold grudges. "Well if you still fight like you did when we met, you shouldn't have a problem" he said with a light chuckle, it felt kinda odd conversing with a usual enemy.