THE ARENA

(Sorry, RL got busy real fast.)

"Nightkill? I thought it was going to be a 'Chainer' character..." She thought to herself. Amy hadn't expected a change in the roster to make her combat Nightkill of all people. They had a close relationship for a considerable amount of time now. Though a relatively short time, Amy hadn't had any friends the way Nightkill was. How exactly was she going to do this?

"Mr. Khan...? I don't know if we should be.. Do you think this is right? I don't know if I want to fight you."

(No problem at all.)

Nightkill frowned. "Personally, I don't want this either. I don't want to accidently hurt you, or you me. But just consider it a sparring match, the first we've had so far. I haven't had others because I might have injured you." he explained. "Might as well have one today."

Julia stood up. "Do you need a weapon?" she asked Mist, looking concerned. Nightkill was still frowning, unhappy with fighting his adopted daughter.

Mist didn't know what to do. Both would somewhat be holding back, right? Was it a fair match? Would Nightkill not be fighting his best? Julia offered Mist a weapon. "I...I don't think so. I'll use what I've learned so far."

She took a deep breath and nodded at Nightkill to signal that she was ready to start.

Nightkill nodded, and the two walked down to the arena. "You try your hardest." he told her, as they reached the middle of the arena. Nightkill bowed to her, then got into a taekwondo horse-riding stance, preparing to fight.

She gave a smirk of doubt. Nightkill started with one of the standard forms of Taekwando. She was surprised, really. She thought he knew a lot more than Taekwando. Was he letting her stand a chance? She shook her head and prepared herself. Mist stretched her legs into a Walking stance, used for mobility. She wanted to get on the inside of his defenses. He had longer legs and arms than her, obviously. She distributed her weight evenly on her legs, preparing for Nightkill's first move.

Nightkill was really an average martial artist without his sword. He had busied himself with studies of superpowers that he had never cared for normal hand-to-hand combat.

So, surprising her, he fired an energy blast instead. A weak one, it wouldn't be able to permanently hurt or kill her. In fact, it would probably only daze her for a while if it hit.

When he fired the energy blast, he rushed forward and preformed a roundhouse, trying to catch Mist in the stomach. Again, he kept his kick weak, so she wouldn't be injured.

Mist saw Nightkill form the ball of energy and widened her eyes. He launched a dual-attack with the blast and a kick, but before either got contact, she burst into a cloud of mist. The energy blast streamed through her, and the kick swept through the cloud. While Nightkill's one leg was in the air from the round-house kick, Mist changed back to flesh and bone and tried to use her leg to sweep the single leg that was planted firmly on the ground by the ankle.

Nightkill smiled, and leaped up right as she moved her foot to sweep him to the floor. He jumped back, firing a few more energy blasts of the same power, and readied himself to run toward her the second she changed back to flesh and bone. He could move at Mach 1 speeds if he tried, so he was confident he could get her the second she did, since he expected her to become Mist to dodge the energy blasts. If she didn't become mist, he could get her anyway.

Nightkill used the one leg he was standing on to leap out of harms way before she could sweep it. Mist looked up while he flew into the air, rolled out of the way of two energy blasts before utilizing her power. Mist transformed into a cloudy form of her figure, and some more energy blasts sailed through the cloud and slammed against the ground behind her.

She reminded herself of his strength of size before moving in for a second attack. She remained a misty cloud and ran towards the direction Nightill was landing. Mist leapt into the air and extended her right leg to kick him square in the chest when he landed. Last second she would transform back into a normal human figure to land the impact and hopefully knock him backwards.

Nightkill was hit in the chest. And nothing happened besides him moving a centimeter backwards. He chuckled. He did love his durability.

Before she could transform back, he tried to grab her with his hand, his hand moving at an insane speed. If he did, he would then throw a punch at her stomach. It wouldn't be at his full power, it would probably just daze her for a while.

((Yeah, it doesnt look like Mist'll be back anytime soon, and she's been out for almost 3 weeks now. I'd say just move on. But for the sake of RP, lets say the hit at her stomach connected. Then, she slowly realized that she really had no chance of damaging you. That, coupled with her reluctance in STARTING this fight, caused her to withdraw from the fight. She just couldnt bring herself to fight Mr. Khan. I'd imagine Zane would then get on and announce that:

"The next fight is Kizer vs Zane Hataro. Fighters, report to the Arena as soon as possible!"

Now please "Clean the Arena" of all OOC posts so that we may continue. Zane...Kizer...GET OVER HERE! ))

Zane Hataro, the person who had organized this entire event for the purpose of testing his abilities against the strongest fighters in this world, walkmslowly through the gate-way that lead to the area of combat. the arena was directly before him, the thin-light of dusk coming through the glass ceiling and lighting the arena. Zane had on his normal atire of a black-leather jacket, black pants, and two black shoes with a steel-toe. He slowly walked up to the arena, his current speed actually slower then a normal walk from bordom. This usually would make people think he was slow, though that would be a mistake if assumed. Zane toke his stand at the center, his eyes directed at the walkway for his other opponent. He knew who it was, but not what they could do, then again, neither did the target. So, now all there was to do was wait.

(Dang, bitches, I don't this topic to die again, ya all hear?

Shit, brotha', I try keeping the damn bitch alive, and ya all can't be bothered to post? That just ain't right, now, that just ain't right.)

((Calling all Kizers, calling all Kizers. Are you out there? Please report in. Your party is waiting for you in The Arena. Please meet them there before they up and leave yo ass. ))

Lets get to the next fight....

Seriously, Kizer is disqualified for absence, Zane wins.