(Now, with MUCH delay... a really crappy post)
So, Snake hissed, bored, who will be our first warrior?
His heavy cloaks brushed against the floor delicately, a shadow almost. He held a cup, sipping at it generously as he approached the middle. He dared to look up to the Twelve, feigning a smile.
I, Ief, the High Eunuch, shall be. He sipped at his cup again. He turned to look at the rest of would-be gods. They were all so different so vast. Yet, besides their desire of power, there was only one similarity between them all: they werent moving forward. "Ho ho ho, afraid, are we?"
Atop their thrones, the Twelve were laughing at the pretentious eunuch. The Monkey was just barely keeping himself on his throne. Then a grey mist covered the field. The laughter was resonated while mist thinkened. Until it just faded, the laughter and the mist both. The arena, the crowd, the Twelve, no longer there. Ief looked around, and saw that he was atop a snowy mountain [This consitutes for a Water Arena. Do whatever you think is interesting]. Then he saw that he is covered by a large shadow. Ief looked up and scarcely 20 meters away, was a silver dragon. Charging at him with an outstreched claw.
Its scream pierced the skies, as its claws pierced Iefs arm. (9) [*This is just to show how much damage is dealt. If you dont want to include this thats fine.] The cup in Ief's hand came crashing to the ground, as Ief stepped back in reaction.
Ief, even with his arm drench in blood, the eunuch didn't lose his cool. Instead, he watched as the dragon flew away, he rose his hands in the air and muttered a quick chant. Out of nothingness, four pillars of ice floating around him. And with a snap of the fingers, they whished through the air like doves in flight. Each hit the dragon in rapid succession with a loud smack. With one ripping it's wings. With the unevenness of it's flight, it came crashing down into the cliff. (17) [*this my indication of a critical hit. You can do it any way you want.]
Ief jumped at the crippled dragon. But the dragon, though crippled, wasn't going to go down so easily. Only it didn't hit. (Miss) With amazing evasion, Ief ducked underneath the sharp tail. He was right underneath the dragon's neck. All Ief needed was a second to unleashed his. With his left hand, a beam of blue light shot at his enemy's throat, freezing it. With his right hand, he took out his Dao, smashing his frozen throat with one hit. Blood poured over Ief, as the Dragon's head slid clean off. (13)
Mist surrounded the eunuchs vision and Ief was back in the Arena, with all of his wounds healed. The Twelve were visibly displeased with this anticlimatic affair. Ief turned to the crowd, sheathing his dao. "Ho ho ho, so who is next?"
[At the end of your post, you can post you're next warrior if you wish to continue playing. Just so this
Name: Zwamba, the Tiger King
Weapon: Metal Claws
Appearance: A tall demon with a human body and a white tiger head. He wears heavy armor, with leggings made of leaves.
Defense: 9 (For the next time around, It'll be for every THREE points that you nullify a piece of damage.)