10th NLBFT 1st Round Battles

[Inferno Dragon]

battlefield for my battle against Pixelated Penguin: the fire region of Draco.

dark clouds of volcanoes blot out the sun of these fiery planes. an orange glow of the lava pools illuminates the crimson land. the cracks in the dried out ground reveal the glowing molten magma just under the surface.
the scarlet sky reflecting this fiery place seemingly devoid of life.
the ground shakes as a volcano erupts, spewing it's contents into the air.

A lone figure descends through the clouds of smoke and lands near the erupted volcano. his crimson wings beat the air once to stabilize his landing. his spiky red hair blows in the wind a bit. his Orange skin seemed to glow in the light of the molten materials. his amber eyes glittered upon reaching this land he had turned away from long ago.

the warrior king walked toward a burned out village, his tail swaying back and forth as he walked. the ruins still stand, a testament to all of the innocent half dragon lives that were lost here years ago at the hands of slayers. burned remains of homes stood silent. The graves of those lost in the raid lined the path up to the only building that was left in tact, a mansion that once stood adorned with gold, jewels, and platinum, now stands stripped of its former beauty and left in a state of disrepair.

Inferno approached the doors and pushed them open gently. memories of the siege came flooding back to him, the slaughter of the villagers, the murder of Flair, her dying in his arms, and his unbearable pain and rage that forced him into his super saiyan form for the first time. he approached the alter and knelt with tear-filled eyes.

Inferno: Shinron, I Know I don't ask much of you but I must win this tournament. if I win, I can Resurrect Flair. please Shinron, I need the strength to defeat my opponents so that I may win.

Inferno stands and turns to see a figure standing in the doorway, he places one hand on his enchanted katana.

Inferno: you are trespassing on Dragon holy ground, identify yourself!

[Vapor]

Battlefield: The Iron Stonehenge. An area similar to the real stonehenge, made of iron monoliths that, so far, seem indestructible. There is a giant, angular hand in the middle, with the index finger pointed upward, as if signaling something. The terrain is flat, but in some areas is swampy, and in some areas there's quicksand. Sometimes ghosts appear and wander around, than disappear. There's a random mound of gravel neaby.

I'll be using Zarjav.
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A silvery-white, humanoid lion was walking onto the strange site, with a mildly glowing sword and a face in quiet contemplation of what may come, serenely pondering.

He walked to the center of the place, near the hand. He looked at the hand, and looked at where it was pointing, and stared there in more contemplation.

He shot electricity out of his hand at the hand, the bolt of lightning stangely quiet, peaceful and deliberate, The electricity shot out of the finger of the iron hand, towards the sky, illuminating a cloud, as if in revenge for all of the sky's lightning strikes to the Earth. The cloud now glowed, and electricity was sent back into the hand in a lightning bolt. Electricity went from the hand to all the pillars of the iron circle, and it passed through the mercury lionman, not harming him.

"......" The metallic beast said. "The heavens have spoken to the Earth, and the gods are dancing in their feasting halls."

He walked up one of the Monoliths, electrocuting it to cling to it. When he stood on top, he shouted, "THE WORLD SHALL LIVE!". Anyone who would have heard would have been genuinely confused.

Suddenly, he heard something. He threw an electric grenade at the gravel mound, which made it more a haphazard pile.

He looked around to see who had come, and readied for battle.

[KirbyBoy2000]

Nevan stares at the woman as she paces around him slowly. Her appearance looks somewhat harmless, yet those eyes are so cold and that looks like the stance of one about to strike. If her intentions are so hostile, then I see no reason to be patient towards her.

He steps back and places his left hand by his shield. As if willing to assist, a metal rod lifts from off of the shield and places itself in his arms, with two more following it. With a swing of his arm the rods unfold outward, perfectly linked together, though no physical bond between them could be seen. The rods stop and connect together, forming a staff.

He looks at her again, her appearance still unchanged, if not for seeming more defensive toward him. Hmm... Most usually have some change in emotion when I bring out the Celestial Guard, yet she still keeps with her serious expression, focusing only on the battle to come... Maybe this one may actually prove a challenge.

Nevan swiftly jumps towards her, striking with a thrust of his staff. Her umbrella quickly unfolds and opens, both blocking his strike, and shrouding the actions of the woman holding it for a short second. That was all the time she needed however, lifting the umbrella she steps towards him, swinging the once concealed katana toward her attacker.

The staff breaks its form in an instant, a rod bending to intercept the blade as it approaches its master. The katana is too swift however, and is only brushed against by the rod. It tears through Nevan, taking his blood and spraying it onto the hard stone floor. The assault would be fatal to a weaker fighter, and fatal to anyone if not for its course being altered, even slightly.

Nevan steps backwards, covering the fresh wound with his arm to prevent any further blood loss. The rods that made up the staff float toward him and form together, lining up horizontally this time instead. From the shield more parts lift up and join together with the rods. In a short time they all fall into place, taking the form of a longsword in his hands.

He points the sword at her while still grasping his wound. "You are a skilled opponent. My name is Nevan Halath. I will gladly take the honor of taking your life in this fight." He declares in a haughty tone of voice. "Now then, prepare yourself!"

He rushes towards her, with sword at his side and shield covering his front. With a jump he begins his attack, swinging down with a powerful vertical strike.

[X-3]

OoC: Here goes.

Something was laid on an asteroid. It's appearance was that of a pale human, only wearing unusual clothing: orange-colored chest and leg armor, with red armor, covered with spikes, displayed over his arms, and a dark blue helmet.

Without warning, it jolted up onto it's feet, and opened it's red eyes. A hologram of orange, spiky hair sprung from the back of it's helmet. It moved it's head in a complete circle, to scan the area.

In it's head, a quiet, robotic voice spoke in it's head, "Attempting to make contact with fellow liberators...no liberators found. Checking statistics...everything at 100% efficiency. Loading voice...Voice #59 loaded." The robotic voice stopped.

"Testing." the robot spat threateningly, in a male voice, "Excellent. Now where the hell am I?" The robotic voice spoke again, "Searching for lifeforms...1 result found. Activating journal. Entering journal entry...Journal entry complete. Preparing to enter manager into sleep mode...Sleep mode activated, enter code to reactivate, Plasma." the voice stopped again.

"Plasma" stood for a while, fully absorbing where everything was. He knew one thing for sure: This was not Earth. If you didn't know that, then you were probably color blind. He decided to start scouting, so he prepared to make a leap onto another asteroid. When he reached one, he leaped onto another, followed by another, until he was closer to the area covered by green clouds.

Before he made his final leap, however, he noticed a huge slab of rock. On it was a giant, which shocked Plasma. He didn't have a lot of time to be afraid though, as the giant suddenly opened a large orange eye, followed by a nose flare and another orange eye.

The giant, eventually, was on it's feet, and demanded to know who Plasma was. If Plasma was human, then his pants would have been ruined. In fear, he failed to notice the giant's bony protrusion, and was only looking at her handle-less double axe.

He whispered a single word, "...Plasma.". At that moment, he got himself together, only to notice the giant's bony protrusion, putting him in another state of fear, that he got himself out of again after a few seconds. "I'm a...liberator." he finished, pulling a mechanical ball of his pants armor. The ball broke in half, and those two halves moved into the shape of pistols. He equipped them in his hands, prepared to fight back if provoked.

[Galefore]

OoC: Post two, I'm not too proud of this one, but your last post gave me little to work with, as does your bio. You don't mind if I keep these consistently about a page and a half long, do you, SMG?

Even in the midst of a torrent of rain, and in a hovel crafted mirthlessly in a swamp of green and black, the ice around Erasmus kept him unbelievably calm and collected. He felt the cool, chilled steam all about him, a wonderful euphoric feel that gave him the joy he aimed to get simply by crafting his favored frozen temperatures. He smiled for a moment, a flash of happiness tracing its way through his mind, a hint of color temporarily hitting his face like a drop of blood in a cup of water. Waxing dimmer by the minute, his vision blurred, the torrid swamp disappearing, yielding to sleep…

Yet, there was a noise too heavy for him to ignore. Something was slowly dragging through the water, and this ‘something’ was larger than a mere alligator or huge wasp, more alerting than a dragonfly. A sword was heard as it was removed from a sheath, and he sensed a grave fear, a dark and tempting yet fateful hand of loneliness. What he sensed was a chill far colder from what he usually sensed. It was the sense of death’s presence, although this wasn’t death: this was a mere shade, a dark ghost who was a Wight in the realm of the living. This wraith of regret was holding an untraditional weapon, of course, as it had a sword and not a scythe. After deducing these things, Erasmus opened his eyes, the pale blue irises slowly creeping into place to stare disdainfully at what he thought would be an embodiment of enmity, a sight to make the mind reel in horror. What he saw was what he expected, but his mind didn’t find reason to boggle. A mere baleful ghost-type was never one to scare the philosopher. He scoffed, then rose to his feet.

From the figure of the philosopher of ice's body, a burst of blue blood came, followed by the tips of twelve dripping spikes upon his shoulders, six on each side. The blood hit quite precisely several falling drops of rain, and froze them instantaneously, and Erasmus gave a chuckle as they plopped into the swamp water to melt into more of the rancid, unclean water of common existence in this doleful place. Erasmus quickly followed up this surprising shock by removing one of the spikes, and, with a dismayed grunt of pain from wresting it from his right shoulder, crafted it into a sharp, functional, and durable sword. Irby stared from under the hood he wore, perhaps wondering why the man before him caused such self-damage, or perhaps wondering also why the blood he bore formed such serene ice in an instant. Though bleeding damaged Erasmus just as anyone else, major blood loss was a price he had to pay so that he could easily fight.

With no objections or verbal exchange from either of the two creatures, the battle began. Erasmus formed steps of ice in the water as he gently, almost silently, walked forward to begin his assault, and Irby simply walked closer, or floated, as he was of course a shade. Instantly, Erasmus released a series of blows, one hitting towards the cloth that the grim-one wore, tearing it, and revealing a bit more of the nothingness of rot that existed beneath, and then the others not connecting, but purposefully missing. Erasmus jumped back in sudden alertness as he felt a blow from Irby’s empowered blade sting him vigorously, and he couldn’t help but feel contention suddenly, a warm flush of anger replacing the cold blooded nature that overtook him most commonly.

As the piping blood poured, and not dripped mind you, I mean poured in a very literal and real way, into the swamp water, the black ooze froze over again, this time catching Irby’s coat, encasing it, and freezing it to the water. Irby was immobilized and most likely angry, a desperate hope for freedom before the olden mage attacked him again also perhaps racing through his undead mind. Irby was notably struggling to get free, although he seemed a hateful and despondent person when it came to the stolid nature of humanity. But, of course, Irby was dealing with no mere human; he was dealing with the frozen blood, the vengeful spirit of ice, the dark and cold hand of anger, yet the passive hand of “love”.

Erasmus laughed audibly at his laudable achievement.

“You’ll do best to stay there, my son, as I would assume you have some measure of intellect within your hollow skull. Expect no mercy from here on, and might I add, you might want to do something soon, as you will soon be completely frozen…”

As Erasmus spoke this, Irby noticed that his cloak was being inch-by-inch overtaken by cold hatred, as he now knew to free himself and was duly warned. He hacked at it with his blade for a moment, and when he looked up, he felt a large, blue spike impale what was left of his chest, just missing the sternum, but satisfyingly tearing through two ribs in the back, chipping two more.

“Hmm, ghost, you must think me a fool.” Erasmus said, blood dripping from the spot where he had just torn away a spike. “That I would not torture you even whilst you suffered from freezing away your last moments.”

Erasmus drew back with his ice-crafted weapon, which was destined for the skull underneath the hood…

[Irby]

Irby hacked away trying to break free from the ice.He wasnt planning on using his sword's "strange" power yet but he had no choice as the ice was more then frozen water.His sword glowed then stopped,the ice broke and Irby floated backwards.Irby used some more of his sword's power to attack Erasmus.Irby used fire magic to attack.His fire spun until it became a twister of flame.Irby released the flame towards Erasmus.The twister started burning up the trees surrounding the 2 warriors.One tree fell behind Irby,nearly crushing him.2 other trees fell one crushed Erasmus.But Irby knew that a single tree wouldnt kill Erasmus.Erasmus froze the whole tree and burst out just as quickly.Both warriors prepared their weapons again.Irby charged at Erasmus while Erasmus charged towards Irby.Both swords clashed.Both warriors continued to slash,Irby however couldnt continue to slash.He needed to do something drastic.With his free hand he picked up some mud from the swamp and tossed it in Erasmus's eyes.Irby slashed Erasmus across the stomach.Irby created more fire and set another tree ablaze.That tree fell down crushing Erasmus yet again.Irby had a chance to hide and pull a sneak attack on Erasmus.He disapeared in the darkness.

[Galefore]

OoC: Hmm, here we are. Expect more brutality next post, I simply wished to use the purge before this round ended.

The tree began to inch by inch dye itself blue, light popping audible in the rain, the flames dying as the water pelted it. It soon exploded into miniscule pieces, splintering everywhere, cold and razor-sharp, a jubilee of danger and twisted power. They stuck like darts to the softened bark on the trees, making dull “thump” sounds as they hit, others splashing in the water. One had a more useful fate, as Erasmus heard a loud hiss. It has hit the shade in the back, as he would later find out. He wiped the profusion of wet dirt from hit face, revealing a horrid scowl on the genteel face of the philosopher.

Eyes glowing blue, blood pouring, a sign of desperate desire to kill, the sign of the most angry a man should get before exploding, yet Erasmus was serene still, calmly searching...

There was no point in any longer caring to hold back. This creature aimed to fight, and Erasmus aimed to ‘liberate’ him. He knew his favorite skill would allow for him to destroy that wretch of an undead fool, who’s stay here on earth was far from wanted and was to soon be ended…

The tingling of an amount of cold even Erasmus found overly so came to the professor of “love”. He grimaced in small amount of torture as he felt blood pour from scrapes and cuts, chilling the surrounding. He had dropped the spike that was aimed for Irby’s skull, and now had free hands, which outstretched and began to pipe as fervently as his blood. He bowed his head, and mumbled something like a prayer beneath his gaping lips, then a drastic change of expression came over him, and the cold was magnified.

The moisture in the air was enough to serve as help for this attack. It was enough to leave ice at home, building an environment that gave resource after resource for his favored method of freeing a person of his life. The air was quite literally pale blue around him, and he enjoyed the glow, although cold instead of warm. He was glad to escape from the humid air around him, and pulled upon that joy for more help in preparing the attack.

Meanwhile, Irby came up behind him slowly, sword glowing with fire, prepared to stop the quintessential definition of “onslaught” that Erasmus was about to unleash.

As the ice-crafter studied the water below him, a slimy being now crawling over his shoe, he seemed in such a state of peace that the fact that he was preparing an apocalyptic attack was beyond any viewer. That included Irby, who was completely certain that Erasmus was insane for letting himself be open.

A kindly blue light had caught Irby’s eye. This was the distraction, and it was hypnotic. It portrayed different feelings to different people, as it was meant to do. To Irby, it was annoying and deserved swift destruction. To someone calmer, it was a ball of glorious peace, one to look upon and enjoy, forgetting about to inclement existence of violence. Still, to others, it was a garish ball of ill-fate, one to scrutinize and discover the properties of. To Erasmus, it was a trump.

Erasmus poured energy into his attack…

Irby reared back to slice the ball of fluff open…

As soon as the two began this, Erasmus released it. A curtain of white, snowing energy, one that spread everywhere, creating frostbite-inducing temperatures, was flinging itself across every visible inch of swamp about the area. It spread across many miles of the forested area, killing possibly everything except perhaps Irby, and letting a calmly falling layer of ice play where the raindrops once were.

Erasmus was pleased. He had never made the freezing purge spread so far as to make an entire swamp unbearable in temperature.

Irby was nowhere to be seen. Erasmus turned around to walk away, not knowing whether to stay and make sure Irby was destroyed, or to simply leave and never speak of it again…

But, a reaper never dies that easily.

[BrandonTragedy]

Affliction had been walking now for a while, he looked around at the walls lit by his sword. Affliction wondered where the hell he was and why he was there. Affliction was not one to believe in destiny, but he had to make an exception here, and he had never thought he would be spending this amount of time looking around a maze, in search of a way out. Affliction was way out of his element, but as was most other people who would find them selves here by accident. A large mural on one wall caught Afflictions eye, he eyed the mural for a good minute. Affliction could only make out one figure in the painting, He Held his sword up for more light, and realized that it was a picture of a Cyclops. A skinny, cyclops that would hardly ever get food. Affliction realized that He may have chose the wrong path. But before he knew it he came across a four way change in paths, he could go east, west, or South. It was Judgement time for the great fighter.

Affliction thought for a moment, he looked into the passage way that lead left, it was large and dark just like the one that Affliction had been traveling in so far. "hmmm..." Said affliction to himself. "Dark, I don't like the dark so much." Affliction said, he heard his echo come across from the dark end. He could tell by this that it would probably be really long. Affliction took a look in the right tunnel. This one was lit by light. He knew that this could be a way out Affliction though... "Well well well" Said Affliction with a Smirk, "Ive found my path". Affliction walked into the tunnel... He walked, and walked, noticing nothing about the walls ahead, or why they were getting smaller. But something had caught Afflictions eye. He was staring dead at a razor sharp wire he had never seen before. The wire was long and extended right past him. "what the" But before he could finish his sentence a figure emerged from the darkness ahead, "Who are You" Asked the figure. "That depends, who are you?" replied Affliction.

The two fighters could only stair in amazement as neither of them had seen each other before, and they never thought they would see a single living soul in this great structure. "That's none of your business" replied the figure, The two fighters started to become angry at each other. "WELL THAN EXPECT A FIGHT!" Yelled Affliction with Anger. Affliction made his sword of Sahiro burn brighter with rage. He ran forward and charged at the figure, catching him just a little off guard, but the figure was quick. three Lazar wires came from the wall, catching the sword in mid air, Affliction was stunned, at what had just happened. "Damn!" said Affliction to himself. "You don't want to fight me said Nick" "Yes I do!" Yelled Affliction with rage.

Affliction pulled his sword away from the wire's that were beginning to melt, do to the extreme heat of the great blade. "You know Ive saved this attack for the right person said Affliction" Affliction shot an actual Thunder Bolt at the fighter, it missed, because his magic was not very accurate, well, at least not as good as it used to be, lately, Affliction had been dealing with mainly hand to hand combat, so his magic accuracy wasn't what it used to be. "Curse!" said affliction. Affliction realized, it would take more than great magic, or great strength to beat his new opponent, and he realized that it would take a great supply of Strategy.

Afflictions head started to get to him, rage was building up inside. He continued to try to charge the fighter. He ran ahead at full speed underestimating his opponent, four, wires shot ahead, Affliction jumped air to dodge all of them, Affliction hit the ground hard and rolled, where more wires were shot at him, He dodged both of the wires, and was freaked out, he shot up, and both the fighters made eye contact. This would not last as Affliction shot a wave of lighting that was reflected right back at him by large wires. "damn" thought Affliction. "Well since this lightningish technique I am using against you is new, I might as well give you the name. It's called the Raging Thunder Technique." Afflicition said with great pride. "It's quite simple really, I harness electricity from the static that we are causing, a simple thing such as rubbing the ground can cause it, so be careful with your step." Said Affliction. "Hmpff Said The other fighter, you wont last long if that's the best you can deal up." Affliction flared with Anger.

[Bomby]

Within a moment's notice as the attacker rushed toward her, Yuki had a flashback to training with the priest as a little girl, specifically the evasion exercizes. She remembered being chained to him as he would attack her with a stick and she would have nothing to defend herself quick.

Thinking quickly, she attempted to evade Nevan's powerful downward thrust of his sword. Had she not moved a moment sooner, her right arm would've been completely removed, but she was instead left with a rather long slice in her shoulder, not a life threatening injury yet painful nonetheless. However, she had no time to even acknowledge the pain of the cut, as Nevan swung again at her. This time she blocked the swing with her katana.

She began to crouch slightly, hoping to draw her opponent into a downward attack. When he started to move, she leapt up into the air and flew backwards nearly fifteen feet, flipping over three times and landing in a kneeling position with her arms spread out to each side, umbrella to the left, sword to the right. Though she appeared calm, she was actually breathing deeply, contemplating her next move.

Suddenly she charged forth and began to attack Nevan with her katana, spinning both to the left and right, trying to hit him anywhere she could. However, he was able to block all of her attempted strikes with either his sword or shield.

All the sudden, at nearly the same time, both Yuki and Nevan made a stabbing motion with their swords, each of them making a flesh wound near the other's abdomen. However, instead of removing their weapons or trying to push them in further, the two began to pace around in circles, sidestepping each other, in a standoffish way, with the tips of their weapons still slightly poked through the others' skin.

Yuki's heartbeat began to accelerate, as she was becoming more and more tense. She continued to stare at her opponent with a haunting, almost homicidal look, as he stared back at her with a look of confidence.

[Irby]

Erasmus walked away but saw a sharp sword pop out of his stomach.Erasmus now knew Irby was alive.Irby pulled his weapon out,Erasmus turned around to get sliced across the face by Irby's glowing sword.However this sword was glowing with shadows.
It was the evil inside of the sword.The sword's inner darkness.Perhaps the strongest part of the "strange" power in the sword.Irby created a a sand storm but with shadows instead of sand.The darkness quickly disapeared and Irby was again nowhere to be seen.Suddenly out the trees not destroyed by fire came a bolt made from the sword's inner darkness.
Erasmus saw the bolt but couldnt get away in time.It struck him sending him flying into the swamp's waters.Irby came from where the same direction the bolt came from.He had lost track of Erasmus.Was he still in the swamp's waters? Or was he preparing another attack on Irby? Irby turned to see Erasmus.Irby dived into the swamp waters.Erasmus dived after him hoping to finally kill this mysterious shade.
But little did Erasmus know that Irby had quickly gotten out of the water.As soon as he did get out of the waters he set more trees on fire.Irby somehow managed to make them fall into the water where Erasmus was.A giant fire happened.The fire started covering up everything surrounding it.Irby ran to the only area left not covered by fire.
Irby had his sword ready for he knew that Erasmus was slowly leaving the waters.

[Galefore]

You seem to forget that though ice is weak to fire, it's burning on water, and notably, it's raining. Somehow, I just can't see wet wood burning, but I'll wip up a counter tonight...

[Irby]

^Ive seen fire on water before.And besides that you have to use your imagination! I guess....

[Double Genocide]

OoC: ^^Actually, I've burnt wet wood before. Of couse I had a little help from the the bucket o' lighter fluid. Hehehe.

Me VS Bartman, eh? AND he's using Killer AND it's in a forest. Where have I seen this before?

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The forest was indeed dark and foggy. An erie presence filled the air as Killer made his way into the deeper parts of the forest. He looked around for his opponent in the first round of this long awaited tournament. However, what he did not know was that Killer's adversary was already there...watching.

Killer felt that he was not alone and looked around. He grew impatient and shouted into the forest.

Killer: Show yourself! Come out and fight!

At these word, a man with dragonic traits jumped down from the branches above and struck Killer in the back. Killer fell down, but quickly returned to his feet and spun in the direction of the attack. Nothing was there.

Killer: Show yourself, you coward!

A beam of energy flew out of the fog and smacked directly into Killer. He was knocked into a tree. The assailant revealed himself to Killer. It was Fang, the dragon manipulator. He was filled with the drive and desire to win. He drew his blade and, without speaking any words at all, rushed toward Killer.

[Galefore]

^^Suspension of disbelief, mate, and yeah, I've seen fire on water before as well. Seriously, though, you'll have to explain how the fire is burning wet wood to create a well enough suspension of disbelief.

[Irby]

Uh....Imagination....?

[Mikhail Gorbachev]

OOC: Also, sorry for the extreme suckiness of my character's name. I was never good at naming things.

The figure just stood there in the dark doorway.

He was wearing a cloak from head to toe. It was cheap enough to seem more of a dark gray, but its color would be described as black or rather a poor, watered-down version of the color.
His expression remained circumspect even after he was detected by his target.
A moment later he smiled and began to leave the doorway. Groping for some object inside his cloak, he seemed to have obtained it and stopped searching.
With a swift, fluid motion, he tossed the cloak to the side and let the wind carry it away. Not the natural wind, but the wind he was himself manipulating.
With the cloak removed, he appeared human in form. He seemed to be weak, but his agility and speed more than made up for it. He wore lightweight armor forged from Corinthian bronze, thick enough to cancel out a weak melee attack and thin enough to not limit his mobility much. Grasped tightly in his right hand was a katar enchanted to enhance his magical abilities. It was forged from some strange, shining black metal and jeweled with a white stone.
“My name is Vilrith."
He paused and stared at his opponent for a moment.
"Heh. You don’t really look like much of a fight.”
He said this with a look of pride and arrogance on his face. Maybe it was feigned. Maybe he was just trying to irk his opponent.
He took a few more steps forward.
Raising his katar in front of him, wind blowing around him, he said, “So, I take it you’ll want to start now?” and flew swiftly towards Inferno, attempting to strike with his powerful blade, effectively bringing the battle to a start.

[Sarai and Samiel]

A brief sound barked out from the behorned woman's mouth, something akin to a mix of a laugh and a grunt. "Huap! A liberator...... You have come to the wrong place......"

Orange eyes obscured slightly as she frowned, lowering her head. A brief intake of the thick atmosphere, and then a snort out. "I am Guardian here, and you shall come no closer to the Core!" She shifted against the boulder, and then shoved-

As impressive as it was the way the huge woman torpedoed through the air towards Plasma, it was all the more shocking how quickly the rock she had been clinging to vanished in the opposite direction. It caromed almost through several other stones, ricocheting wildly at a speed one might have expected to throw a softball at. By the time it vanished into the gray 'upper' clouds, it had set a huge portion of the area into motion, stones and asteroids flying hither, thither and yon in no array at all, smashing into each other, fragmenting and refragmenting.

But that was not Plasma's immediate concern. It was the purple-scaled woman that was his focus, and he trained his pistols on target.

Approximating approach speed at 20 kilometers per hour. Approach angle at 3.576 degrees off center reverse axis, collision point estimated. Atmospheric density 7.65, gravitation negligible. Trajectory calculated.

Pistols called out, ramming tiny masses of metal through the thick air. Projectiles that would normally be effectively invisible from speed were reduced to a relative crawl, and Plasma shifted, compensating for the inertia so that instead of suddenly tumbling beyond control, he only drifted away from the approaching behorned giantess.

Axe-bearing hand came forwards, moving as if unhindered by the souplike gas, and the blade was used to practically swat the bullets aside, the projectiles moving at a speed even an arrow would ordinarily be ashamed of. Still- she was slowed by them, and the swipe of her bladed fist missed the armored warrior by a good foot.

Warning, impact app-

The sole of her foot was not so limited, slamming into his helmet but hard. There was a brief disjunct from the electronic voice within his skull, even as both combatants' trajectories altered radically. The Guardian was prepared, rolling almost into a ball, only to uncurl upon nearing another huge boulder. She sighted through the air as Plasma's left arm was scraped along by a jagged chunk of gray stone.

THOOM

The rock by her feet shattered, spraying chunks and shards of earth away from her, allowing Guardian to launch herself again, more quickly, towards her opponent. Her right hand pulled back, left leg accordioning as she prepared for another pass.

In distant parts of the asteroid sphere, inertia was proving itself great, as rocks continued to shift and impact, sometimes grinding, sometimes shattering, but always colliding. Something had been set into motion- something that would not be stopped.

[Inferno Dragon]

Inferno quickly sidestepped his opponend and pointed at Vilrith, firing off a stream of flames which forced his foe into the right wall of the room. Inferno then drew his katana, the Inferno Blade and pointed it at Vilrith.
the blade began to glow red, then orange, then yellow, and finally white.

Inferno: do not underestimate my ability Vilrith, I am the Dragon King Inferno. I am the eldest son of Bahamut and it would be wise to remember that. Spiral Blaze Beam!!!

a beam of concentrated fire energy shot from his blade at a blinding speed towards Inferno's attacker with a stream of dragonfire twisting around the beam. The air around the attack had become superheated, causing a wavy effect around the beam & stream.

[Mikhail Gorbachev]

"Whoa." he thought.
He had expected the fire attack, but the 'Spiral Blaze Beam' attack Inferno had just used was staggering.
Instinctively, he dropped below the beam, since the heat would rise from the beam and possibly burn him if he rose above it. He felt that he was burned, damaged in some way, but it must have been a first-degree burn if it was a burn at all.
He could still feel the intense, searing heat above him.
For a moment he didn't move, and now noticing that the heat hadn't died, also noticed that the fires were still raging. He quickly got up, manipulated the wind, and with his katar made swift cutting motions above the fires, summoning a mild gale to extinguish them.
For good measure, he blew some fire back Inferno's way.
It was not so much an attack, just a statement: I can blow it back.
He was sweating now. Partly from excitement and nervousness, but mostly from the heat, the horrible heat that was like a thousand days in a dry, hot desert.
Floating in the air, he spoke, mocking Inferno more, "Fool. If one of us has underestimated the other, you have undrestimated me. Fire may be deadly, but fire is too unstable and uncontrollable. It can't sustain itself. It feeds on the air around it to breathe. Wind can end its existence effortlessly. When have you once seen fire triumph over air?"
He hoped Inferno would be angered by this. With this, drifting slowly towards Inferno, he quickly, hastily readied himself for any fire attack he might be hit with by creating a difficult to notice (but powerful) stream of air flowing in front of him, travelling to the side to divert an attack that he would speed up when the time came.

[BrandonTragedy]

^Ive seen fire on water before.And besides that you have to use your imagination! I guess....

It takes oil, or other flammable substances to make water burn, now, what flammable substance is in the water, that could possibly burn, think on that one SMG.