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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Aug 31, 2009 14:07:35 GMT -5
The MC's voice boomed throughout the theatre, "There are three guards. The competitor must disable them from attacking. They are not allowed to kill, or injure in a way that would kill, these men. Each guard that is rendered unable to fight, is worth one point."
A door opens, and light streams out. You can see the stage, and you are urged to go forward. When you enter the arena, the crowd errupts in loud applause and whistles. Some are chanting your name. But above this noise, the MC speaks to you, and you alone.
"Try to get as many points as you can, because the more you get in Stage I, the easier Stage II will be for you." The guards all turn in your direction.
"Let's see if Amy has Stage Fright!"
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Aug 31, 2009 16:37:05 GMT -5
Amy smiled confidently. She had been told that she would be fighting three humans. Humans! Not even the Gifted! These humans Held no challenge to her. She looked up sweetly at the audience, waiting for shock to register on thier tiny, stupid faces. She appeared to be a fourteen-year-old girl, after all. And tyhe three humans in the opposite corner were big, burly men. One of them even had a club.
[red]"Three against one? That hardly seems fair."[/red] It was Kayla's voice that boomed into the crowd, not that they would be able to tell the difference. Amy and Kayla were sharing their body equally today, so that they could be at their full potential. [red]"Why, I should wear a blindfold!"[/red] The little microphone was clipped to Amy's shirt, barely visible. She was told it was quite durable, top of the line stuff.
While Kayla jeered and mocked the men on the other side of the stadium, Amy was scanning through their minds to try and find out the strength of their minds. Her hopes were high for weak minds, as men this large usually were stronger of body than mind. Even if one was strong minded, he would probably not stand a chance. They were, after all, regular people.
Amy took a few more steps, Kayla's voice still booming to the now laughing crowd. [red]"I wonder how long these men trained to try and beat up a little girl? Really now, gentlemen. An unarmed fourteen year old?"[/red]
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 31, 2009 17:06:19 GMT -5
The crowd whooped and cheered as Kayla jeered, eager to see what sort of attack she would unleash upon her beefy opponents, but the men remained straight-faced. Their superiors had warned them of the dangers they might face if they volunteered to participate, and before the round's start they might have even been a little nervous. But now? Their opponent was a cute little girl, fourteen years old! The club weilding guard gave a dry chuckle, and the unarmed guard on the left raised a brow. She didn't look all that tough. What was her power, anyway? Making flowers grow?
The club weilder took his time walking toward Amayla, thinking as he did about what he could spend his bonus on. 'Bet we'll get loads for this little stunt!' He thought to himself greedily, thinking of all the things he could buy with a nice, fat bonus. 'Could get me a nice juicy steak every day this week! Oh, just thinking about it makes me hungry. There's nothing better than a great big steak when you're hungry. Medium rare, with a nice big glob of steak sauce, right on top...'
He raised the club to knock Amayla over the head, looking a moment regretful before shrugging his shoulders and swinging. 'Sorry, kid. Shoulda really thought this over before you entered a competition for the Big Boys. And you were so darn confident, too. Maybe this'll teach you to mind your manners.'
The other two guards were silently moving to either side of Amayla, figuring that if their leader's swing didn't get her, she wouldn't last long when surrounded. The left guard looked bored, idly fingering the club that was strapped to his side, but the right was more alert, wearing a look of deep concentration. When he got nearer to his opponent, he held his club ready and stood his ground, observing Amayla's movements from a slightly safer distance.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Aug 31, 2009 17:29:24 GMT -5
Perfect. The leader with the club was a complete idiot. Amy laughed, then said inwardly to Kayla. I'm gonna need you to take the wheel. Try not to get hit. I'm going to need my concentration. [red]
Kayla agreed and smoothly slid underneath the leader's legs, the club sailing through the air, completely harmless. Aware of what Amy was trying to do, she ran to the other end of the stadium, trying to put as much distance between her and the guards. Not that she was worried. While she looked like a fourteen year old, she had all the strength of a centuries-year-old demon. It would take quite a bit to overcome her
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Meanwhile, Amy was going through the leader's small, unprotected mind. Only vaguely aware of her surroundings and Kayla, she attempted to pour herself into it, strengthening her grip piece by piece. Assuming she was successful, she would gain full control of the man. With control of one of her enemies, she would make him yell "Watch out", pointing away from him and Kayla.
Assuming THAT worked, he would proceed to knock them both on the head with his club.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 31, 2009 18:16:04 GMT -5
"Huh? Where'd she go?"
The leader frowned when his club passed smoothly through the air, and he looked from side to side in confusion.
"She must be one of those darn teleportey types." He informed his companions a little too loudly, not even realizing that the girl slid between his legs and took off behind him. The audience roared with laughter at the man's stupidity, and his two companions rolled their eyes.
"She's behind you, man! She went under your big, fat legs!" The bored one on the left shouted, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently.
Unwilling to admit his mistake, the leader leered at the other two and made a rude gesture toward the audience. 'These guys are really gettin' on my nerves.' He thought dryly. 'It's not my fault she's a slippery little speedster! The odds are stacked against us, here! I can't believe they're making us do this. It's humiliating.'
"Come on, little girl. You can't run all day!" The leader shouted to Amayla, and began moving toward her, more quickly this time, swinging his club through the air, but then her mental manipulation took over. "WATCH OUT!" He shouted suddenly, freezing mid-step and pointing far from Amayla.
"She's over there, man, what are you doing?!" The irritated left guard shouted, waving frantically in the direction of their target. He didn't look, and thus had ample time to dodge his former comrade's blow. "Ugh, what the hell, man! Stop screwing around!"
The stern right guard did fall for the trick, for this Gifted they were facing might have the ability to attack from different locations. But the club missed nonetheless, as when it neared his head, he felt the wind it created when moving and threw up his arm. The club made contact, and he glared at their leader before removing his weapon. Cautiously but confidently, he made his way across the arena, two clubs in each hand, and when he was near enough, he swung both inward, aiming to hit her from the left and right at the same time.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Aug 31, 2009 18:50:59 GMT -5
The leader, fully under Amy's control now, would follow the left guard, attacking repeatedly with no regards for his own safety. Had the man been smarter, Amy would be losing her grip. Already he was being forced to do what he normally wouldn't do. But he was easy to overwhelm, even for an un-gifted human.
What was even funnier was that his two comrades didn't notice what was going on. Humans are dumb, Amy concluded.
[red]On the other side of the personality, Kayla was being backed towards the wall by the third guard. She was beaming now, the thrill of the fight welling up inside her. As the man swung the clubs, she tried to grab on to them. Her hand latched onto the one in the guard's left hand and Kayla pulled, hoping to hold on to it. Her hand slipped off the one in his right hand, however, and it smashed into her side. Kayla focused on keeping the pain off Amy, as she needed to focus.
Twice the pain a normal person would have felt hit Kayla like a train, and Kayla's smile dropped. She tried to latch one hand on her attacker's face, and another on his shoulder, sucking out the life energy. For good measure, her knee aimed towards his groin.[/red]
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Sept 1, 2009 12:02:57 GMT -5
The leader stalked the left guard around the arena, wildly swinging his club at his former comrade's head. The left guard was running as fast as he could, panting "Stop it, man! Cut it out! You're not funny!" Unfortunately for him, the leader was slightly faster and stronger than he, and he got in a few good smacks at the back of the head and neck.
The left guard fell to the ground, arms wrapped around his head and neck, but it was to no avail. The leader simply wailed upon his arms until he removed them from his head, and one last smack was all it took to knock the poor left guard out. His mission accomplished, the leader stood staring at Amayla, his weapon still raised, awaiting further orders.
Meanwhile, Kayla failed to remove the left club from the right guard's hand, instead triggering a game of tug-of-war as he fought for control of his weapon. But his right club had made contact, he drew his arm back for another hit when she made her counterattack. He didn't anticipate her going for his face, nor his shoulder, and as his energy slowly drained, his grip loosened on his weapons. Too weak to block her knee, he grunted and fell to his knees as she struck her target.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Sept 1, 2009 15:42:37 GMT -5
[red]Kayla looked at the fallen guard, no pity in her eyes. He hurt her, and now he must pay. She grabbed the fallen club and smashed it towards his ankle.
Hard.
Twice.
She raised the club a third time, aiming for the head, before Amy yelled in her head.[/red] No more! We aren't allowed to kill him.[red]
Stupid Rule Kayla grunted back, then threw the club away in disgust. Kayla turned to the guard under Amy's control, hate in her eyes. Let him go she thought greedily. I want to make him suffer. [/red]
Amy smiled, then cheerfully let the guard go, retreating back in to thier mind to rest. Possesion always took a lot from her. Kayla was good enough at mind games to make him tremble, she concluded.
[red]Kayla sneered at the guard. Without a word, she unleased her fury on his mind.[/red]
[black]Someone help me!? Stop! Why are you doing this?! Save me! You did nothing! HELP US! What do you want from me? KILL ME! [red]The voices of his loved ones, crying out in pain, would fill the ears of the guard. Overlapping, loud. unescapeable. The voices would only grow louder, until Kayla let them go. For added effect, Amayla would look like him, but bloodied, dead, vacant.
The trick wasn't necessarily complicated. His mind would supply the voices, and Kayla could base her illusion off of what she was seeing in front of her.
That club did hurt a lot. [/red]
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Sept 1, 2009 17:46:28 GMT -5
The drained guard groaned in pain as Amayla abused his ankle, and fell on his side. One arm covered his aching ankle protectively, while the feebly held his club toward Amayla, ready to swat at her should she come near.
The leader blinked as he was released from Amayla's control, and looked around, confused, mumbling "And what was we doin' now?" He spotted his allies, one lying face-first on the ground, not moving, the other, on his side, unable to get up and continue fighting. He give Amayla a nervous smile, knowing only she could be to blame.
"Now, missy, let's not be difficult..."
But she wasn't the cute little girl she once was, but a copy of himself, covered in blood, possibly dead. He gasped and backed clumsily away, closing his eyes and opening them again, but to no avail.
"Wh-what is this?! What's going on?!"
Still backing away, he tripped over his own two feet and fell flat on his back, clamping his hands over his ears as the voices filled his mind.
"NO! NO! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! WHAT A-ARE YOU?! S-SANDRA?! SANDRA! STOP! I DIDN'T DO IT! I DON...I DONWANNA! GOWAYWAYWAYWAYWAYOFFNOGOOFFNNGGHHH!" Whimpering and sobbing, the leader curled into a ball, eyes closed tight, desperately trying to stop whatever it was that was happening to him.
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Post by Amy/Kayla on Sept 1, 2009 18:37:03 GMT -5
[red]Kayla squirmed with joy as the leader writhed on the floor, screaming for mercy. Just how every enemy of hers should be. She watched him scream, intensifying the horror until she felt his mind bend, almost at breaking point. Then she relented, figuring that whoever was holding this slaughter-fest probably wouldn't want anything permanent to happen to their employees.
A beep emitted from her microphone, signaling she could leave.
Kayla turned to the crowd, and curtsied in a very innocent-girl-like fashion. She put a finger to her mouth and tilted her head curiously. "I suppose I should have been wearing a blindfold after all. Oh well!" And with that, she walked out of the stadium, a new skip in her step.[/red]
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