A new era in original, fantasy RP. Four populated nations surround the ruins at the center of the known world - each with their own, strong culture. This original tale is woven around lush forests, dangerous city slums, raging seas, and endless valleys. A writer's greatest adventure is an application away.
Be it advanced technology, a knightly order, the way of a hunter, or the strength of a gang as your shield.. the land's new-born darkness will tear away at anything in its path. Fight for the gods? Fight for you nation? Fight for yourself?
WHO WILL YOU BLAME.
That's right. Be wary. Each thread the desecrants show up in will have a maximum amount of players allowed to enter to fight it. Though they may not be defeated right away, you might make them think twice about facing mankind... and could very well find them somewhere else in the world later on trying to get better luck.
A competition has been set up to create your very own NPCs! Create up to five for around the world of From Dust and you have a chance to get them accepted into the site's beastiary! This expands on our member-created base as an original site, so have at it!
Post by Allen Kierser on Jun 25, 2014 12:46:47 GMT -6
so tell me something, isn't this a bit drastic? my smiles are all turning to plastic
Allen Kierser had come to the tournament out of some misguided need for entertainment, a thought that he'd be culturally missing out if he didn't, and maybe he could meet someone there, get a pulse on what was happening in Domhan Tir. The fighting the first round had been boring, occasionally interesting when one of the combatants used their power, but otherwise - he'd thought about leaving, but figured he should probably figure out who won the damn thing, if only so he wouldn't be scolded for it when he went back home. And then Orik, god of the land and apparently possessing a quick-fire temper, went after the Aquavian. Shoddy work of it, he thought, among the gasps of the crowd, for the man to have kept it on even after the fight was over. A little humiliating to the country - and then it went out of his mind completely.
A monster - Aggression, apparently - brought a solid column down. Not close to him, good, but the thing had the propensity for doing it again and staying still wasn't an option now. Kierser stood with the rest of the crowd - not running with them, however. The entrance closet to them was half-blocked with stone and the other half crowded with people. There'd no escape through there. Perhaps, on the otherside - he was scanning the walls, eyes flicking over the center just in time to see Dym's head thud against the ground. Eh. That was messy. Frankly, all of this was needlessly messy and loud and so not in line with what he had planned for his day. Desperate, red-stained fingers clutched his leg and for a moment Allen paused. They, and that was a rather large wound on their face wasn't it, cried out for him to help. He rolled his eyes and put his fingers against their blood-stained hair, setting their cells to heal and knocking them out in the process.
Another god - well, weren't they just popping out of the fucking clockwork these days. Fantastic. And it seemed like people were actually willing to fight her - with Orik on their side, granted, but did they honestly think they could have the upper hand? There was a gang, the Zhadrahni he had noticed at the start - well, at least if they'd die, they would probably do it without begging for mercy. If there was anything more annoying...perhaps it was foolhardly bravery - a man jumped in next to Orik, which must be like plastering a target on his back.
Allen crouched near the ruins, blood spilled darkly around his shoes. Maybe he could pretend to be a dead body and wait it out?
Post by Tristan Ragnvald on Jun 25, 2014 14:05:07 GMT -6
Something was about to happen. Tristan had that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was either that or just anxiety. The Guardian Shield was in one of the waiting rooms near the arena, where participants would obviously wait for their turn. He had his gear with him and was tending to the minor wounds he sustained in his bout with the Hrystic soldiers from Hryst. Even in his own little world, Tristan could hear the announcer speaking to the audience of who the winners were.
Then that happened...
Moving to the edge of the room, Tristan peered out at the arena. A giant looming creature hovered above it. Despite his unwavering spirit, his eyes actually widened in surprise. What was that? It wasn't long after that another shape took form, opposing the white creature. It was something darker, more evil. Too much was happening, and too fast. It was like the world itself was unraveling. Gritting his teeth, Tristan dressed himself, took up his gear and left the room.
There was work to be done.
He was a Guardian Shield, a protector of Domhan Tir, and these demons were defiling the land. They must be stopped. As strange as it was, Tristan assumed the white creature was on their side, the side of good, and not with the demons. He had already assumed his mask, his cold focus on his set task. Anything else that was happened, he disregarded the effects they could impose on him and filed the information in his mind for another time. All he knew, all he needed to know, was his homeland was under siege and a call-to-arms was sounded, even if there was no noise.
"Orik, guide my hand and lend me strength so that I may protect your children.." He murmured the prayer under his breath, unaware that Orik himself was actually nearby.
Post by Neviah Athen on Jun 25, 2014 16:46:59 GMT -6
CAN'T GO WITH HER THAT GYPSY WOMAN
Why had she even came? Usually Neviah remained in Aquavia doing what she did. Spreading the word of the god she worked for was important but for a change Dym insisted she'd come and at least watch the end of the tournament. Of course when something happened and Orik showed up Neviah was quick to get up from that little area on the shade she'd been under to prevent severe dehydration.
Stepping closer to the mess, mostly standing in proximity to Orik it was of course that she'd freeze when she saw the peculiar sight of red hair on that head that was being held... No. How... How could it be? She'd just spoken to Dym mere hours ago, he couldn't be dead! No way it had happened.
Hands gripped her staff as she tried to maintain her footing and hold herself up, even if she had started to feel her knees tremble, her stomach churn and more importantly tears started to drop down her eyes. No... nonononono! He couldn't be dead! Dym couldn't be dead, not like this! Dropping to a crouch, it was incredibly rare for the demigoddess to show herself this... human. This broken and shattered, this weak!
Her hands let go of her staff and she would grip her chest as her eyes closed shut, trying to erase that damn sight. No use. It was burned, etched into her memory now. The woman started to hyperventilate, gripping her chest with her arms as she tried to regain control but unfortunately so it was of no use. With no regard for those present, she'd do the only thing she could and let out....
A scream. Not even a scream at that, a large screech as she screamed her now befallen God's name, the words echoing around as she let out the name of the only damn person she had even let come close to her. It... was heartbreaking for Neviah now, the calm demeanor long gone as her hands gripped the body of her staff and she started to get up, her gaze, usually so contained and calm was.... changed.
No longer kind and wise Neviah stood there, the proud demigoddess that did her job relentlessly... but instead a shell of a heartbroken individual. She'd take a deep breath before her eyes traveled to Orik "I'm at your command Orik... For now at least..." she knew she could do more than most present but still, having someone to guide her helped. And in her state ANY god was better than no god... Even Jag, even if she hated him with a living burning passion.
PLOT PEEPS - 437 WORDS - CUE IN ONE PISSED OFF SPEAKER
water manipulation: the base of all her abilities is water. the more water at her disposal, the more she can do, from making jets to powerful waves, to controlling underwater currents. this is the main core section of her skills
healing: with danger, healers are always needed. while she can fight with her skills, she can also heal. using part of water manipulation to help with this, she can use these skills to help those in need.
elusive voice: while being a spirit that cares a lot for one's betterment of themselves, neviah has show that she has an incredible voice. to those of her rank and higher it produces no effect but to mortals the voice projects itself when she sings and like that... she can hypnotize someone to calm them down or put them to sleep. she has used it in a specific opportunity to place some enraged sharks to sleep, offering some shipwrecked sailors the chance to escape
language of the sea: neviah can talk with marine wildlife. it’s a skill that requires her to learn the speech patterns and then needs her to train it too. for such she must undergo befriending the animal species and learning their speech pattern.
mermaid form: this here is unique to her and her alone. something shes always had and what she considers her true form. barely shown to mortals, she'd rather it be hidden from most
Post by Sylas Sage on Jun 26, 2014 22:01:19 GMT -6
Sylas sat among the stands, arms crossed and staring blankly at the arena floor. His expression was bored, but he'd kill to be in that arena fighting. He just didn't want to show it. The first round was over and the winner was about to be announced. Sylas had already decided who he wanted to win and sat in invisible anticipation. And just as they were to announce the winner. The unimaginable happened.
No really, unimaginable. The sky darkened and in the next couple minutes, A demon spawn falls from the sky, A dragon appears, and godly heads start rolling. Sylas sat there in the stands with his eyes wide, shaking his head in disbelief. "What the actual f-ck?" Chaos broke loose all over. Rubble fell from the sky. People ran and screamed. Many were crushed, others wounded.
Sylas sprang up. His first instinct was to do something to help the wounded escape. He went all over, dragging people who were wounded to the exits and handing them over to loved ones. He could only save a few, while others were trampled and some crushed by more debris. He took a moment to look at the horrendous beast that had caused this tragedy, and rage came to life in his chest. Some brave souls had converged in the arena and from the looks of it, they were ready to take this thing on along side that majestic dragon from earlier. And Sylas would do the same. But first..
He spotted a figure on the ground in the stands some distance from him. She could have been dead.. but Sylas would not forgive himself if something happened to her body and she wasn't dead. So he broke into a run, pushing people out of the way. As he got closer he saw she was breathing, which was good. However, there was something familiar about her. He kneeled next to her. Long red hair, fair features. But what struck him most was the armor she adorned on her arms and legs: Hrystic Captain's gear. She was military. "Captain Luminus." He said to himself. He picked the woman up and scrambled in between people with her to the closest exit where soldiers escorted civilians out. "Forgot something?" He said to them. Watching their faces full of fear at realizing they had left the captain behind.
With that, the young swordsman decided enough was enough. He ran down the stands and leaped into the arena landing in a barrel roll and drawing his blade. Rage flaring inside him masking the subtle fear. He'd need that rage if he hoped to do anything to that monster. The young man looked around at everyone who stood at the ready. "So what's the plan?" he called out to anyone who would answer. This was NOT going to be easy..
(Given Red's permission to control her charrie for future plot purposes c:)
Post by Zero Valentine on Jun 27, 2014 4:51:52 GMT -6
I FEEL THE DARKNESS IN ME TRYING TO TAKE MY SOUL
Zero closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she had come to watch the fights but hadn’t considered that Ivan would be in them. To see him after their little event only a few weeks prior was still raw and she didn’t know how she felt about it. What she did know was that he could have fought better and she could tell that he was distracted. So when it came to the announcer calling the names of the people who passed she knew that Ivan wouldn’t be among them, something about the way he held himself told her he was over this tournament. She didn’t blame him, she was over just sitting here watching. It wasn’t that the fights were bad, they were fine enough, and it was just knowing he was so close – she didn’t know how she felt about that. She didn’t have time to ponder for out of nowhere she saw her god, she knew him unlike any other for he gave her life. But she was shocked when she saw his wrath – she had not known wrath from him. However yet again she wasn’t left to ponder.
There was suddenly a loud crack above them and Zero had to crane her neck to see what was going on. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to end and as her eye caught sight of the sky. Deep dark clouds swirled as if the heavens were creating a whirlpool – the ground under them began to tremble and Zero sore she felt the earth cry out. She looked around at the people in the crowd, she had been sitting in the stand quite high up and she could see that parts of it were already starting to give. Then a roar echoed through the arena and Zero looked back to the sky. A beast with claws for hands and horns on its head emerged from what only could be described as a rip in the sky. Like a vortex to Hell had been open and the Demon King himself had come to pay a visit.
Zero’s eye was wide, she wasn’t so proud that she couldn’t recognise the feeling that was stirring inside her. She felt fear and she knew this feeling, the last she felt it was when death knocked on her door and feeling it again sent shivers up her spine as the mammoth stepped into the middle of the arena – his shear weight causing the earth to crack and fracture under him. Wings the blackest of night spaned out from him and the demon loomed over them all in a way that Zero knew his intention – anyone who thought things would be something to fight had it wrong.
It yelled its name in a booming voice which caused Zero to turn to the side to save her ears for the deafening cry. She was among many that had done so and when the demon told them to run the real panic had started and Zero had to jump out of the way as people shoved and pushed to get down from the stands. Landing neatly on a pillar just behind where she was sitting watching the tournament only minutes before, she had a better view of what was happening. It was then that Zero saw her before she even spoke, a devilish creature wrapped in the darkest of auras she had ever felt that Zero even felt a chill on her skin. When the thing spoke Zero felt the power and it rocked her to the core – she knew that power, she had something like that inside her and she could feel this thing pull at it from within her.
She was shaken, she wouldn’t lie and when the head of another God she knew little about rolled to the arena floor Zero actually felt sick. She had done that, she knew that feeling and that lust for power – beheading a man was something she had done before a long time ago. Breathing deeply she had to center herself before she lost herself to the rage within her that wanted to fight. Not alongside these warriors of good but for those that were bringing this wrath.
It was then that Oriks words sang in her ears but even her God wasn’t able to pull her from the darkest of places – she was losing this fight and she had to do something quickly. That was when it happened, when she saw him. “Ivan?” her voice was faint, not for any to hear but it was seeing him drawing his sword that pulled her back, that told her who she was and what she wanted to be. “That idiot.” She actually smiled and in doing so she looked around reassessing the battlefield trying to see where she was needed. Zero know that she would make her way to Ivan, that idiot couldn’t die her today, she wouldn’t let it happen even if he hated her she could only stay true to who she was and her job was to help, to protect and to serve Orik.
It was then that Zero the stands in the arena gave way and she had to jump from falling debris to falling debris just to not get trampled in it. Many people didn’t survive and she heard the screams of life being sniffed out around her. God of the underworld would take them now and return them to the ebb and flow of life – she had to focus on the ones she could save. Jumping further down she noticed a girl fall, she could hear the scream and it was clear that she brock something. Zero made her way too her just as she was pushing herself up landing next to her and grabbing her before she hit the ground again. “Brynne won’t protect you here. Don’t be a fool.” Zero supported her knowing that she too was just like Ivan, she would fight and nothing Zero could say would stop her. So frowning she looked at the girl. “Just don’t get in the way.” She let her go and stepped slightly in front of the girl, she would have to watch this one. There was no point in her dying, there was no point in anyone here dying but it was inevitable. However if Zero could save just her and Ivan then she was at least satisfied.
Ivan Sahale Helen Hanover Shetani Delacourte Gareth McKay Allen Kierser Tristan Ragnvald Neviah Athen Sylas Sage Zero Valantine Miyoko Yasu (added in)
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"I'll be your salvation. If you refuse? I'll send you to Hell"
Septem’s eyes flicked with amusement as she watched the God Orik’s reacting to her little display. “Oh calm down now dragon boy – he put up a good fight, I even broke my nail” she laughed as Orik roared, the two sounds mixing to form a hideous combination of rage, pain and lustful power. As he stopped so did she; her eyes coming to square on his as he words resounded through the arena. Her lips curled into a smile as he described her, she stood straight her ran her fingers under her hair to flick it out. “Such praise you give me, had I know you would introduce me so I would have prepared something a little more befitting for you.” She chuckled before turning her gaze to all those around “I am Septem!” Her voice boomed, echoed and twisted into even the littlest of cracks of the earth, her name sang out on the wind and carried for miles to hear. “I darlings, I only come in peace for those to serve me.” She winked after she said the last sentence her words only loud enough for all those here to see. “Shall we get this started?”
Septem eyed the people on the ground she watched them as the scattered, some trying to flee from the God Orik himself as he had taken flight for her and her beast. His wings cause just as much terror as her beast was. Some though stood their ground and they looked upon her with hatred but Septem could see into the hearts of men, she knew there were some here that would bow to her – that would join her army. “Rise!” Septem raised her hands to the sky, her voice calling to the creatures of the deeps and soon a cracking sound echoed and the earth beneath their very feet started to split as creatures crawled their way from the depth or the earth. “You all seem so eager to trade blows, well, have fun.” She purred as she drew her fingers in a curling motion, beckoning her creatures to the surface and to the surface they came. They were unlike any creature that had been known this this land, black and grotesque, each different to the next and each belonging to the Hell that Septem brings.
Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 27, 2014 14:48:40 GMT -6
Thunder, Rain and Lightning
Other fighter definitely hadn't been pulling their punches, that much was clear. In an effort to keep things fair Miyoko had been deliberately keeping the electrical charge she had picked up in check, but as the fight had gone on things had gotten a bit more difficult in that regard - emotions had always been a tricky thing for her to deal with, and it was only because she was holding back that the Domhan Tir guardswoman was managing to land hits. Gifted Miyoko might've been, but without her ability she was still only human - the punches and blows from her opponent were really starting to hurt, especially with the bruises forming. Lighter bruises from the three arrow hits, but that last punch to the shoulder had definitely left a slightly larger one and the follow up blow had definitely resulted in at least one bruised rib. Thankfully not cracked or broken, but that was still going to be uncomfortable as fuck for the next few days.
Considering how much juice she had absorbed before that point, though.... control had always been a touch and go thing, and while stopping a discharge was simple enough it still had required all of her attention during that fist to fist brawl earlier, and the stress borne of the pain had evidently been enough for her to unintentionally keep building up charge towards the end of it. Standing in the arena with the other fighters, it was already taking a great deal of effort to keep just the static from crawling over her skin and clothing - and with that much power, it wasn't like she could simply let it go without less than pleasant consequences for everyone within several meters of her. Crude as the analogy might've been, it wasn't much different from trying to put off using the bathroom several hours past the point you needed to go, but at this point she didn't have much of an option - best thing Miyoko could really do was try to hold it in and then find a natural source of water like a pond, and hope that nothing was living in it at the time since bugzappers and fish did not mix. With those thoughts in mind, Miyoko simply stood in place as the announcer continued to speak, taking slow, deep breaths to compose herself in the meantime.
Not something that would be made any easier as a disturbance began to make itself known in the stands above the arena, the announcer's voice cutting off in a way that all but brought attention to the sudden movements as something began to make its way down towards the remaining fighters from the first round. The fuck was th- DAMMIT. REALLY? As the figure all but flew down off the edge of the stands and began to transform in mid drop a small spark would jump across Miyoko's fingertips as she came close to losing her concentration for a moment, mistaking the figure for a spirit before recognizing it from the numerous paintings and other examples of his likeness scattered all over the country. This was not the time for a fit - if you catch someone doing something you don't like, you do not flip your shit over something like clothing. Hell, even humans who were supposedly so far beneath Orik that he felt the need to treat them like children had better control of their tempers - there was such a thing as talking, no need to make a scene! This was the kind of thing you'd expect from a five or ten year old child, not a deity several millennia old! Not that things would go uphill from there - almost immediately following the "god's" appearance would be that of another creature, and yet another one following that.
Where one person might have begun to pay much closer attention to their surroundings, Miyoko would do the exact opposite. Having been placed towards the back of the fighters in the arena, it was easy enough to remain unnoticed as long as it was only the small shit - a spark here or there, maybe enough static in the air to raise a few hairs, but anything more than that was going to be trouble, and rather than instantly reacting to what was happening the young woman would instead squeeze her eyes shut and simply block it all out. No focus on the noise, the people present, the supposed deity standing down in the arena with them or the two newcomers above - all of Miyoko's concentration would be turned inwards, devoted to two tasks. First, keeping things calm and in check - second, avoiding stress or anticipation from allowing her gift to make it even more difficult by soaking up more juice from the ground on which she stood, or what was available in the air courtesy of the first abomination to show up.
By the time Miyoko had managed to calm herself and regain at solid degree of control, shoving down all of anger and disgust that she might have felt at the earlier outburst and any vestiges of fear from the sudden chaos that had taken hold of the arena, the act of opening her eyes would be met with something that not only came on as unexpected, but more than stupid. The other fighters intended to actually attack this thing? There was stupid, then there was doing the world a favor by removing yourself from the gene pool - while it nearly made Miyoko sick just to look at it, she recognized the head on the ground. As an Aquavian by birth it was impossible not to - their gods were far more involved with their people than Domhan Tir's or Hryst's were, but that also put this entire thing into a completely new context. How the hell did you even go about harming something that could kill a god and supposedly come out of it none the worse for wear? The only other moment in history that such an event had been recorded had ended up with the death of an entire civilization, with landmarks marking the place where it had happened still left to this day. The other thing - the one called "Aggression" - might be something they could handle, assuming it was anything like the Speakers of lore, but just from looking at it that probably wasn't the case. Miyoko had no intention of bowing down to anyone - hell, she pretty much gave her own country's leaders the middle finger on an almost daily basis - but there was a time and a place to make a stand, and there was such a thing as living to fight another day.
Regardless of what Miyoko had thought, though, the more outspoken words and actions of the other humans would evidently carry consequences as the newcomer - "Septum" it had called itself - waved their arm, the earth around the fighters beginning to crack and spread open as even more creatures began to pull themselves free of the ground. One, two, three..... four in total, and she could hear another one climbing to the surface a few meters behind her. Spirits? They almost resembled the ones from the plains of Hryst, and while Miyoko had never gotten the chance to test herself against one... maybe not, and that was a foolish, dangerous idea to simply assume that they were the same. Maybe for a starting point in that they were likely far tougher than what a rifle or other normal weapon could take down, and that was more than a simple matter of concern. As far as Miyoko knew she was the only person in this tournament save for one from Hryst with a gift of any kind, and thanks to the genius of one particular god now flying off he had robbed those present of most means of distance fighting when a sword was far more likely to get you killed than do any harm to your attacker. The added complications were hardly doing any wonders for her on a personal level, either - focus once again having been split to account for the five additional arrivals and to keep track of them, static had begun to form and crawl over Miyoko's form in random jumps of blue and white.
"Fuck it." Arm raising as Miyoko began to turn, a massive, blinding flash and deafening crack would make itself known as the woman finally gave up nearly all pretense of control, simply allowing the massive charge her body had been building up for the last hour to leap free and towards the nearest of the creatures in a nearly pure white bolt of lightning. Miyoko had no idea how effective the attack was going to be, but she knew three things. First, good luck to the fucker attempting to dodge it - she had no idea how fast spirits were, but lightning was damned quick. Second, if it didn't at least hurt it, they were all in trouble - if something was able to just shrug off the heat that came with charged plasma, essentially what lightning was, along with the internal damage the electricity caused by cooking organs and muscle, nothing the other humans had was probably going to cause much damage. Third, and a tie in to the second, if it didn't hurt or at least slow it down, she was personally boned - that was the best she could currently manage in a single shot, and more than enough to fry anything that immediately came to mind, a city power grid included. Not something that she was going to be able to recharge from in just a minute or two.
While the bolt itself was only in existence for the span of a moment, the light and deafening sound alone would hopefully be enough to make a difference - to allow everyone who had no way or interest in fighting to make it the hell out of there, and to give the other people who intended to make a stand enough of a distraction to make some sort of difference. Personally drained from the sudden release, Miyoko's stance would wobble slightly as her head turned light, vision swimming in color from the sudden flash of her own attack and ears ringing. Not a fun drawback from using that without preparation, but at least she could still vaguely see what she was fighting as the woman began to soak up another electrical charge from the ground and air again.
Summary: Released all of the accumulated charge from Round 1 (had been unused during the fight) in a blast equivalent to a lightning bolt in both speed and power, aiming for Creature 3 a few meters behind her. Miyoko's vision and hearing thrown off by the resulting sound and light, hopefully providing a distraction for the other fighters to capitalize on. Beginning to recharge, taking electricity from the ground as well as from the air (provided by Aggression's own storm).
Injuries: Heavy bruise to shoulder, bruised rib on right side.
Post by Ivan Sahale on Jun 27, 2014 18:37:22 GMT -6
I will hunt you down...
He was unaware of a certain womans presence in this area today, more so because he was preoccupied with what was in front of him the titanic demon that was the obstacle between him, and the woman he threatened to decapitate. Ivan would growl, his golden eyes giving a sharp glare as he braced himself to begin the fight with this hellish creature; he did not care if the others helped him. All he cared for was getting this done, and out of the way; Ivan was ready to charge when suddenly...he didn't even take a step before the woman started talking again looking up from below with cleaver in hand the warrior listened to her words. The woman would raise her hand into the skies, Ivan prepared to dodge he figured she was going to launch an attack but it was not until she said something he didn't quite hear that he saw what was happening. When Ivan looked at the ground he saw them the deformed creatures that came to life they emerged from the ground each beast as horrifying as the last, they hissed, roared, and showed their fangs as they prepared themselves for battle. Ivan remained still, like a stone wall he held his cleaver with a firm grip his golden eyes jumping from creature to creature, he had never seen such beasts before but it mattered little his cleaver would slay them all the same.
Then it happened Ivan would lock eyes on one of the vile beasts, its body hung low with a curve to its bony spine a large mouth that dripped saliva hung open as it hungrily snapped at the bounty hunter. Its four arms swinging from its body as it roared at the hunter, Ivan smirked "Enough..." he said his knuckles turning white as he squeezed the hilt of his mighty cleaver tighter, "ENOUGH GAMES!" he yelled out the mans frustrations reaching their limit without much else to say Ivan would stomp his foot onto the ground charging forward. With a mighty roar the four armed beast accepted the challenge, kicking off the ground it charged to meet Ivan at the center of the arena, Ivans eyes would fill with an untapped rage as he closed the distance between himself, and the beast. When he was within reach he brought his sword overhead for a vertical slash the resulting impact was with one of the creatures arms, the sound resembling steel on steel would echo into his ears causing the hunter to widen his eyes in surprise. "What...the?" was all he could say as he struggled with the beast for a moment, then was knocked back by the beast a few feet, Ivan would land with a stumble "Tch...ugly fuck" he said to the creature eying it with his trained eyes.
With a snarl the creature did not take lightly to the hunters words, slowly the duo circled each other, one, two, and three steps then the beast lunged; Ivan responded with a swing from his sword, his sword would meet with the creatures hand well one of them. Grasping the cleaver the beast would charge forward crashing into Ivan, effectively knocking the duo out of the arena floor, where they landed on the floor into a scramble rolling before Ivan was able to push off the creatures body landing on the floor in a firm stance. The beast recovered standing upright, and roaring viciously as it stomped its hands on the ground then charged at Ivan again, this time Ivan met it with a barrage of swings. His training had paid off with having more control over his blades movements, Ivan was hitting the creatures forearms the sound of metal on metal clashing still echoing loudly. He was surprised this thing was so durable, but he was going to break it down even if it cost him one hundred swings; then it would again catch one of his swings.
Ivan would pull to try to break free but instead he found himself not to be strong enough to overpower the beast, instead Ivan received two swift punches to the stomach, and then one to the face which dazed the hunter enough to weaken his grip on the cleaver, the beast easily pulling it from his grasp, and tossing the cleaver away. It wold bring another fist down to try to smash into Ivans face but the hunter managed to catch it this time blocking the punch,and retaliating with one of his own hitting the beast in the face but it seemed to do next to nothing as the creature was quick to pummel Ivan. The hunter was unable to stop all the incoming punches, each one feeling like he was being hit by steel every time he found himself feeling like his brain had been rocked by the punches. The beast would reach down grabbing with its claw like hands onto Ivans shoulders causing the beaten male to cry out in pain as he felt the sharp ends puncture into its shoulders muscle mass, he reached up for the wrist of the beast trying to make it let go. But instead the creature squeezed harder causing Ivan to feel more pain.
Red streaks of blood found themselves running down his coat, with ease his body was lifted, and then tossed into a nearby wall Ivans body bounced off the hard surface of the wall before landing on the ground with a thud. With a single eye open the man dragged a hand across the ground using his palms to push him up off the ground, "B---bastard...You think this is over?!" he cried out struggling to rise to his feet once he had, the man let out sharp breaths as he leaned against the wall. His body ached, he had just been beaten by metallic like punches, and the tournament match has tested his fatigue he was also annoyed. Ivan smirked at the monsters who seemed to snarl in annoyance at the defying human, the beast would roar in anger as it charged at the large male. Ivan would grin "That's right! Come close so I can rip your head off!!" he called out raising his right hand and closing it into a firm fist ready to clash with the beast, despite knowing how outclassed he was.
Her blonde head raised and she eyed the various people who had come to fight. They probably came to defend their gods, didn't they? Oh. That was...funny. Helen chuckled deep in her throat and twisted her hand into a fist, raised it, held back her Gigas, their eyes flicking side to side. Helen looked straight at the woman before her, whatever her name had been. Septem, she introduced herself as, and Helen curled her lip into a grin. She'd need to do some evaluating, because her goddess hadn't given her a gift, and maybe someone here could give her strength. Apparently the men of these places thought that the women were weak, wasn't that the impression she'd had earlier? Oh, very much so.
Immediately, it started. Helen watched a beast take after Ivan, and a cruel smile crossed her face, turned into a sneer--her eyes slid to her gang as they watched her. "Let the big man die. My chest still hurts." Strips of cloth had been placed along the wound that Ivan had given her, and she recalled how he'd dodged every move she'd made--doubtless she'd have won by shoving her knife into his temple and impaling the gray matter there, but still--
Five creatures, was it? Helen twisted her hand and called out, her voice sharp and commanding. "Fall back! This isn't our god being attacked, after all--" A glint in her eyes. "Follow me!" A sneer again, a curl of her lip. "Orik, maybe you're going to think twice about that law against guns, huh? If we had our weapons we could do more, but alas--"
Let this place die, she decided, as she fell back. Helen took a defensive stance, and the Cannon Fodder formed up around her, blades outward. Swords, hooks, knives. "ALRIGHT. Don't attack unless it's coming right at us; leave the rest of of them to their problems, just like they let us rot beyond the wall!" She'd made up her mind; Helen knew she stood a better chance against the people here than the demons, and they would likely be too preoccupied to come after her for it--and maybe her pragmatism would be...rewarded.