Season 2, Episode 2: Sempai Warriors! Fight For Your Lives!

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Later...

Shogun stood and stretched in front of the entrance to the main arena area. There he was again, waiting for his cue to head out to fight for pride and for his school in another tournament. But there was something different tonight. There was that same electricity in the air that you could always feel when you stood in the back area waiting to fight, but tonight it was mixed with a distinct blood lust to it.

The people in the stands were packed in shoulder to shoulder, Sempai, Gato, hell, every school in the city was there tonight. Whether they just wanted to see blood sport, or they were interested in who wouldn't be on the tournament scene this year, it was kind of overwhelming knowing this was the highest tournament attendance in years, and there were only two schools on the card. So far the only people that had joined Shogun were Tachi and Michael.

The two were decent fighters in their own right, but ultimately they were in over their heads. Shogun had even told them both so earlier, told them to just take a knee and survive. They'd both acted insulted, then assured Shogun that if he was getting soft after all he'd been through maybe one of them could be the hero of the tournament. Shogun doubted it, but if they insisted on fighting and dieing pointless deaths then Shogun wouldn't stop them.

Soon enough however he was joined by the big boxer, Warlock Lord. The two exchanged pleasantries, but it was clear WL was in no mood to talk. Shogun didn't push it, the first match up was going to be announced soon. That would ease the tension some... he hoped. Shogun was about to go and look for some of the others when suddenly the announcement did come on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Welcome to the stage of history! Tonight we are here to witness a brutal war between two schools to determine the winner of their feud. The winner will be determined after a series of grueling matches between the school's top fighters and bitter rivals! So, without further adieu, let us see who will fight representing each school, and what type of match they will be facing off in!"

There was a long dramatic pause, then the screen above the ring lit up with the name of the first competitor for Sempai High. Shogun heard a heavy sigh escape Warlock's lungs as the crowd remained silent at his name. He was an unknown who'd gotten the first match in a major tournament. His entrance song was slow, he had no pyro, and nothing to enhance his entrance. It was a shame, such a big fighter would normally have no problem captivating the crowd with a proper entrance. Hopefully when all this was over Shogun would be able to help WL enhance his intro to make it more exciting. That would have to wait, for now they had to see who his opponent was.

There was a long pause, then the screen lit up again with another name no one knew, however this one had an intro to it. Shogun's jaw tightened as the masked captain of the Gato weapons team made his way out to the ring with a series of acrobatic flips, tossing roses into the crowd as he did. The fighter, apparently called Red Death, expertly spun his weapons, a pair of tonfa, to enhance his routine further as he made his way into the ring. The two opponents stared each other down as they waited to see what type of match they would have.

The screen lit up again, Shogun smirked as he read it, just the type of match that could favor a big tough guy like WL, last man standing. In this type of match it wasn't over until one man was unable to stand up before the referee counted to ten without their opponent keeping them down.

Warlock Lord and Red Death squared off, WL made the first move, planning on landing his ham like fist against the skull of the smaller Red Death, but the weapon fighter saw it coming, moving almost as if he knew what WL was going to do before he did. Red Death ducked under WL's fist and dashed into him with blinding speed, landing dozens of lightning quick punches to WL's abdomen, then dashing back as the bigger fighter doubled over in pain.

Red Death leapt up onto the rope turnbuckle and then jumped off. He spun in the air and brought one of the long ends of one of his tonfas down onto WL's head. Warlock started to let out a cry of pain, but was silenced as Red Death landed all of his weight into a kick to WL's jaw. Red Death turned away, as if he was above watching his unconscious opponent hit the ground. Warlock was out like a light, alive sure, but the fight had been over faster than anyone could have predicted, the crowd was silent as the ref counted, hitting ten without so much as a twitch from WL.

The crowd remained silent as Red Death climbed again to the top rope, then bowed to the crowd, turned, bowed to Warlock and the ref, then took another flying leap off, landing on his feet outside the ring. The crowd exploded with cheers as the victor returned to the back area while Warlock was dragged back by medical staff. Shogun was assured Warlock would be alright, but that didn't ease the fighter's nerves. That fight had been over before it began, and Red Death had won the crowd in his first public fight ever. Before Shogun could think further on it the next Sempai fighter was announced, Tachi.

The young weapons fighter brandished his bo staff and held his head high as he passed Shogun and entered the ring. He was a little more warmly welcomed than Warlock, in that there seemed to be some noise from the crowd as he entered. Nonetheless his entrance was crushed by his opponent, Arlo. The captain of the Gato magic team walked with purpose as his music blended brilliantly with several flash charges while he walked to the ring. That confidence Tachi had showed as he passed Shogun was gone as Arlo stared at him with piercing eyes. To Arlo, Tachi was just an annoying speed bump to his true goal in this tournament.

The match was soon announced, it was a magic's duel. Tachi's face went white as he was put into position. In this match the two competitors were set up on a platform, each facing the other. The could only touch the platforms and tried to either, knock each other out, knock each other off the platforms, or kill their opponent to achieve victory. Arlo easily held all the cards in this match. Yet despite Arlo's clear contempt for his opponent, he didn't waste any time, or even bother to send a message in blood. With a flick of his wrist Arlo sent Tachi falling to the ground, then returned to the back, leaving the crowd disappointed at how quickly the match had gone.

Tachi's eyes told a story of sheer terror as he returned to the back, but before anyone could say anything the next Sempai fighter's name was displayed, Michael. As soon as he entered the ring Baird was announced as his opponent. Tachi's defeat being so fresh, Michael suddenly appeared to heed Shogun's advice, as he ran screaming to the back before the match type could be announced. Baird only laughed as he was declared the winner by default.

Shogun heaved another deep sigh, three fights in and Sempai's name was pretty effectively dragged through the mud already. By now the others had joined him, and it was agreed they were going to need to do something about gaining the momentum back. It was going to be long night.
 

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Later...

Shogun stood and stretched in front of the entrance to the main arena area. There he was again, waiting for his cue to head out to fight for pride and for his school in another tournament. But there was something different tonight. There was that same electricity in the air that you could always feel when you stood in the back area waiting to fight, but tonight it was mixed with a distinct blood lust to it.

The people in the stands were packed in shoulder to shoulder, Sempai, Gato, hell, every school in the city was there tonight. Whether they just wanted to see blood sport, or they were interested in who wouldn't be on the tournament scene this year, it was kind of overwhelming knowing this was the highest tournament attendance in years, and there were only two schools on the card. So far the only people that had joined Shogun were Tachi and Michael.
The two were decent fighters in their own right, but ultimately they were in over their heads. Shogun had even told them both so earlier, told them to just take a knee and survive. They'd both acted insulted, then assured Shogun that if he was getting soft after all he'd been through maybe one of them could be the hero of the tournament. Shogun doubted it, but if they insisted on fighting and dieing pointless deaths then Shogun wouldn't stop them.

Soon enough however he was joined by the big boxer, Warlock Lord. The two exchanged pleasantries, but it was clear WL was in no mood to talk. Shogun didn't push it, the first match up was going to be announced soon. That would ease the tension some... he hoped. Shogun was about to go and look for some of the others when suddenly the announcement did come on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Welcome to the stage of history! Tonight we are here to witness a brutal war between two schools to determine the winner of their feud. The winner will be determined after a series of grueling matches between the school's top fighters and bitter rivals! So, without further adieu, let us see who will fight representing each school, and what type of match they will be facing off in!"

There was a long dramatic pause, then the screen above the ring lit up with the name of the first competitor for Sempai High. Shogun heard a heavy sigh escape Warlock's lungs as the crowd remained silent at his name. He was an unknown who'd gotten the first match in a major tournament. His entrance song was slow, he had no pyro, and nothing to enhance his entrance. It was a shame, such a big fighter would normally have no problem captivating the crowd with a proper entrance. Hopefully when all this was over Shogun would be able to help WL enhance his intro to make it more exciting. That would have to wait, for now they had to see who his opponent was.

There was a long pause, then the screen lit up again with another name no one knew, however this one had an intro to it. Shogun's jaw tightened as the masked captain of the Gato weapons team made his way out to the ring with a series of acrobatic flips, tossing roses into the crowd as he did. The fighter, apparently called Red Death, expertly spun his weapons, a pair of tonfa, to enhance his routine further as he made his way into the ring. The two opponents stared each other down as they waited to see what type of match they would have.

The screen lit up again, Shogun smirked as he read it, just the type of match that could favor a big tough guy like WL, last man standing. In this type of match it wasn't over until one man was unable to stand up before the referee counted to ten without their opponent keeping them down.

Warlock Lord and Red Death squared off, WL made the first move, planning on landing his ham like fist against the skull of the smaller Red Death, but the weapon fighter saw it coming, moving almost as if he knew what WL was going to do before he did. Red Death ducked under WL's fist and dashed into him with blinding speed, landing dozens of lightning quick punches to WL's abdomen, then dashing back as the bigger fighter doubled over in pain.

Red Death leapt up onto the rope turnbuckle and then jumped off. He spun in the air and brought one of the long ends of one of his tonfas down onto WL's head. Warlock started to let out a cry of pain, but was silenced as Red Death landed all of his weight into a kick to WL's jaw. Red Death turned away, as if he was above watching his unconscious opponent hit the ground. Warlock was out like a light, alive sure, but the fight had been over faster than anyone could have predicted, the crowd was silent as the ref counted, hitting ten without so much as a twitch from WL.

The crowd remained silent as Red Death climbed again to the top rope, then bowed to the crowd, turned, bowed to Warlock and the ref, then took another flying leap off, landing on his feet outside the ring. The crowd exploded with cheers as the victor returned to the back area while Warlock was dragged back by medical staff. Shogun was assured Warlock would be alright, but that didn't ease the fighter's nerves. That fight had been over before it began, and Red Death had won the crowd in his first public fight ever. Before Shogun could think further on it the next Sempai fighter was announced, Tachi.

The young weapons fighter brandished his bo staff and held his head high as he passed Shogun and entered the ring. He was a little more warmly welcomed than Warlock, in that there seemed to be some noise from the crowd as he entered. Nonetheless his entrance was crushed by his opponent, Arlo. The captain of the Gato magic team walked with purpose as his music blended brilliantly with several flash charges while he walked to the ring. That confidence Tachi had showed as he passed Shogun was gone as Arlo stared at him with piercing eyes. To Arlo, Tachi was just an annoying speed bump to his true goal in this tournament.

The match was soon announced, it was a magic's duel. Tachi's face went white as he was put into position. In this match the two competitors were set up on a platform, each facing the other. The could only touch the platforms and tried to either, knock each other out, knock each other off the platforms, or kill their opponent to achieve victory. Arlo easily held all the cards in this match. Yet despite Arlo's clear contempt for his opponent, he didn't waste any time, or even bother to send a message in blood. With a flick of his wrist Arlo sent Tachi falling to the ground, then returned to the back, leaving the crowd disappointed at how quickly the match had gone.

Tachi's eyes told a story of sheer terror as he returned to the back, but before anyone could say anything the next Sempai fighter's name was displayed, Michael. As soon as he entered the ring Baird was announced as his opponent. Tachi's defeat being so fresh, Michael suddenly appeared to heed Shogun's advice, as he ran screaming to the back before the match type could be announced. Baird only laughed as he was declared the winner by default.

Shogun heaved another deep sigh, three fights in and Sempai's name was pretty effectively dragged through the mud already. By now the others had joined him, and it was agreed they were going to need to do something about gaining the momentum back. It was going to be long night.

Confessor watched her students being ripped apart by the dogs of Gato. Things weren't looking very good for the home team. The one boy, named Michael, ran back into their locker room screaming in terror. At this point in the tournament Gato was clearly a head of them. This night wasn't starting out very well. She looked around at her students and then stood up.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." she said addressing the room, "We need to start kicking some ass out there. I know you guys are scared but you've gotta toughen up. We are not going to be made a laughing stock. I know you all are tougher than this! You're Sempai Students! You all have come a long way from where you were in the beginning and now you are experts. Remember all that I taught you. Remember everything in your training. Sempai's pride is on the line and I'm Not going to drag it through the dirt. I'm going to support Sempai."

She pointed her finger out toward the doors entering into the arena. "We are better than them! We know our shit better than theirs!! Prove it if not to me but to yourselves!"

She hoped what she had just said would help the students regain their spirits.
 

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The time had finally come for Kenshin's match. The announcer spoke: "And now, please give a warm firestorm welcome"- Kenshin smirked- "for Sempai High's weapon fighter Kenshin!" Kenshin calmly walked into the ring, all types of strategies running through his head. He didn't mind that there were hardly any cheers coming from the audience, it was easier to concentrate that way. The announcer spoke again. "Next we have a mage, Gato High's own, Dimitri!" As his name was announced, the crowd erupted into screams and cheers. Dimitri walked smugly into the ring. He ws a full head higher then Kenshin, at least 6 feet tall, and he wore long white robes decorated with runes. His spikey black hair covered half of his face, and when he spoke, chills ran up and down Kenshin's spine. "Well, shall we begin?" he asked mockingly."As you wish." Kenshin replied, drawing his sword. "This will be a no-rules Deathmatch! You must render your opponent unable to battle in any way you can!"The bell rung, and the fight was on.

They began to circle, sizing each other up. Just greatKenshin thought.A mage. I suppose I'll let him make the first move. An thats just what Dimitri did. He shot off a huge fireball at Kenshin. He ducked right under it, coming up in a charge, swinging his sword at Dimitri's ribs. His strike was met however, by a thin rapier that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Dimitri stabbed out at Kenshin's neck,, and the Sempai Fighter barely had time to bat the blade aside, and jump back. But just as he did so, he found himself facing another fireball hurtling towards him. He rolled to the side in the nick of time. He charged at Dimitri again, and their blades locked.I'll have to stay close to himthought Kenshin.That way he'll use less magic.

Kenshin then took the offensive, his eyes burning with bloodlust. Dimitri faltered in fear: He knew he was in over his head. Kenshin stabbed at Dimitri's legs, sending him off balance. Then, coming up in a spin, he knocked the blade out of Dimitri's hands, and in the same fluid moment, came across with his sword and delivered a quick slash across the Gato's chest. The mage crumpled, injured but alive. Without another word, Kenshin sheathed his sword and calmly walked back to the locker room.
 

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Dragn paced back and forth within the back area, the others had already gathered and were preparing themselves both physically and mentally for their matches. Dragn wasn’t really nervous it was just that his patience was growing thin as he waited for the tournament to begin. As soon as he thought this though, the announcer’s voice came over the speakers announcing the start of the Firestorm. Dragn walked over to the main arena area so that he could view the large screen that would generate the opponents. The mage watched in disbelief as Warlock Lord was quickly and easily defeated by Red Death, the captain of Gato’s weapon team. Dragn frowned as he watched WL being carried out of the ring unconscious. He thought WL would have had a fighting chance but he guessed there was much more to that masked captain than meets the eye.

As Dragn watched WL being carried into the back area the next match had appeared on the screen. Dragn had been waiting to watch this match since he heard about the Firestorm. Dragn’s eyes narrowed as he watched Arlo enter with his head held high. The match was ridiculous, in the blink of an eye Arlo had sent Tachi flying of his platform with the flick of his wrist. Dragn expected nothing less from the captain of the Gato magic team, but he knew that Arlo probably thought everyone was beneath him and that he had no time for the petty matches. Arlo had left the area with an arrogant attitude and Dragn just shook his head. The third match of the night was even worse than the first two because it did not even take place. Michael had forfeited before it had even began and he did so in not such a dignified way.

Dragn’s head drooped as he placed his hand to his forehead, this tournament was off to a very bad start. Three Sempai warriors defeated within moments of their battles commencing. Dragn heard Confessor trying to raise everyone’s spirits but Dragn wasn’t sure how much it would help. Dragn’s head perked up as he heard the announcer come on again. Next up was Kenshin he was going up against a mage. Dragn worried about the outcome of this match, he had seen what Arlo could do and Arlo’s followers would most likely put up a good fight as well. But it seemed as though Kenshin could hold his own taking down the mage with his weapon and speed. Dragn grinned, finally a win for Sempai.

Dragn smiled as Kenshin entered, “Nice display of skill and speed.” he nodded his approval to the young weapon student. He then looked up at the screen waiting for the next pairings. Dragn closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his name appeared followed by a Mark Lo. It was a, whoever touched the outside of the ring with both feet loses, type of match. Mark Lo entered first with some support from the crowd. Dragn then entered with his theme song blaring and sparks of lightning shooting from the ramp. He smiled and nodded his head as he was welcomed into the arena. Upon entering the ring Dragn walked up to Mark to shake his hand, but Lo jumped back and took a stance, glaring at Dragn. Dragn smiled as there were boos from the crowd, “Well then…” Dragn shrugged his shoulders then walked back a bit and took his ready position. The ref then yelled out, “Begin”

Dragn took in a deep breath and raised his hands, he knew this one was a weapons fighter, although Dragn could not see any visible weapons. If Dragn was going to have any chance he would have to keep the guy at a distance in order to cast his spells. Suddenly though three knives appeared in either of his hands, he threw them at Dragn, two flew by but one skimmed his shoulder. Dragn then rolled to the side as two others were thrown his way. The weapons fighter kept producing an unlimited supplies of knives. Dragn was getting angry now, he wasn’t getting enough time to shoot off a spell. As he went into his third roll he quickly shot a lightning bolt at Mark, striking Lo in the leg. Mark stumbled back a bit but recovered quickly. But that was the opening Dragn needed, he rushed the guy gathering up magic in his hand as he went.

As he headed towards Mark, the gato weapons fighter threw another volley of knives, Dragn focused the blast down towards the ring floor which enabled Dragn to be propelled into the air. Unsheathing his sword in one swift move he came down on the weapon fighter who was temporarily confused by what Dragn had done. He noticed at the last minute Dragn coming at him from above, Mark crossed two knives to defend against Dragn’s sword, but from the momentum Dragn had gained he broke through the knives slashing Mark across the chest. The weapon fighter stumbled backwards into the ropes, his hand covering his wound. But, not wanting to admit defeat Mark threw some knives, these ones were not as fast and were lacking in precision. Dragn wanted to end it, he cast a wind spell, the ball of wind broke threw the oncoming knives and hit Mark directly in the chest sending him reeling over the top of the ropes. Dragn was about to turn around to exit the ring when he noticed, in disbelief, Mark's arm cuffed around one of the ropes.

"Stubborn" Dragn mumbled as he strolled over to where Mark was dangling. As Dragn looked over the top rope Mark grabbed Dragn's foot with his other hand causing Dragn to fall onto his back, hitting his head, leaving him slightly winded and dazed. Mark then took the opportunity to climb onto one of the turnbuckles as Dragn lay on the floor, struggling to get to his feet. Mark laughed as he stood on the turnbuckle, "What a sorry excuse for a magics captain, you are nothing compared to Arlo" he snickered as he threw another knife at Dragn pinning one of his sleeves to the mat. Arlo then jumped off the top rope flying towards Dragn with weapons in hand.

Dragn's eyes flared, a surge of energy flowed through Dragn as he shot a large blast directly at Lo. Unable to evade the blast, Mark took it directly in the face as he was sent flying back into the turnbuckle, being knocked out. Dragn removed the knife, rose from the mat and dusted off his robes. The crowd cheered loudly, as Dragn walked over and encased the fighter in an orb. Lifting him and dumping him over the top ropes to land roughly on the floor. Dragn's theme music came on and sparks were flying from the ramp as he walked up it, reaching the end he turned and bowed then left the main area, with a large grin on his face. Another one for the good guys he thought.
 

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Standing in the backstage area, Rosgwak paced back and forth nervously. He hadn't eaten anything before coming to the tournament, but that didn't seem to stop his stomach rising up against him every few seconds. This wasn't Rosgwak's place. Tournaments like this were the forte of people like Shogun, Lilith and Meteorain. Shaking his head, Rosgwak wondered why he was even entered in the Firestorm tournament. But suddenly the announcer kicked in, telling all the gathered schools that the Firestorm was now officially underway. Looking out into the arena, Rosgwak watched the first three fights, as they seemed to almost blaze past, over before they had barely even begun. Narrowing his eyes, Rosgwak's attention was particularly drawn to the one called Red Death, whom he knew from conversation with Shogun was the new weapon's captain over at Gato. His style was strange... reckless and unconventional. But, as the short fight attested to, it worked for him. Quietly whistling under his breath, impressed beyond anything he'd admit to, Rosgwak knew that whoever this masked fighter was, he was an opponent Rosgwak hoped to face one day.

Unfortunately the next two fights went no better, with the Gato fighters crushing the warriors of Sempai brutally. But at that point, the screen announced Kenshin in the next fight, and Rosgwak smiled. Kenshin showed a lot of promise as a fighter on the Sempai team, and, while he wouldn't put Kenshin on the level of veterans like Shogun or Met just yet, he felt that if anyone stood a chance of starting Sempai's winning streak Kenshin was a great candidate. Watching the battle, Rosgwak smiled, as Kenshin tore into his opponent, a mage, and cheered along with everyone else as Kenshin returned to the backstage area. Finally, Sempai had gotten a victory under their belt, and the streak looked set to continue as Dragn's match was announced. Watching carefully, Rosgwak applauded as Dragn won the match, despite how brutal his opponent was, and then Ros stood anxiously awaiting to see who the next fighter for Sempai was.

Suddenly, his name appeared on the screen, and all of his nervousness was gone, replaced by a cool calm. He knew what he had to do, and now the time had come to do it. Making his way slowly down to the ring, unaccompanied by either music or effects, Rosgwak heard the cheer of Sempai students, all the females and, surprisingly, the males as well. This bolstered his resolve, it was a definite change from the jealous glares he receieved from the boys last time he had fought in a tournament. Smiling at this show of support, Rosgwak grabbed the ropes and climbed into the ring, as the screen above him announced his opponent, a fighter by the name of Brock. As Rosgwak watched, Brock entered to a loud crashing effect, and many small fireworks going off near his entrance. Taking his time, Brock sauntered into the ring, then tore his shirt off and threw it into the audience, flexing his muscles. Shaking his head in disbelief, Rosgwak guessed that Brock was a fist-fighter, and so while Brock paraded around, Rosgwak turned, removed his longsword, and placed it outside the ring, deciding he wouldn't need it for this battle. He also figured he'd need to be quick to get a level playing field against a fist-fighter, and so, removing his doublet, Rosgwak slipped off his chainmail, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clink of metal, and took off his tabard. Bare-chested, Rosgwak finally slipped his light doublet back on, and belted it up, feeling the huge weight difference he now had. Finally, the screen above them changed, announcing that this match would be a submission type match. Smiling across to Brock, Rosgwak drew his twin daggers, and twirled them around his fingers, like a gunfighter, just as the bell went off.

Brock's first move was immediate, and almost caught Rosgwak in its suddeness. Moving across the ring with startling speed, Brock let out a cry and swung, apparently hoping to connect with Rosgwak's head and end this quickly. But, ducking underneath his swing, Ros leapt forward and rolled, standing back up across the ring from Brock. But the onslaught wasn't over, and once again Brock charged at Rosgwak, swinging his fists repeatedly, while all Ros could do was dodge. It was clear Brock was impatient, not taking the time to plan his assaults. However he was also quick, so he was at no major disadvantage, and while Rosgwak tried to find an opening in Brock's attack, he failed to notice Brock's knee lashing out, and connecting the side of Rosgwak's chest.

Doubling over in pain, Rosgwak dropped one of his daggers as he clutched at his chest. Already he could feel bruising around the ribs, but before he had time to recover, Brock's fists slammed into his back, forcing Ros to drop heavily to the ground or suffer a very damaged spine. From on the ground, Ros tried to quickly think of a counter attack, but suddenly he was picked up and lifted clear off the ground by Brock, for what purpose he didn't know. But it didn't matter, as there, held above Brock's head, Ros saw his chance. Lifting his arm, and the one dagger he had left to him, Rosgwak plunged it deep into Brock's shoulder, drawing a roar of pain from him, as he dropped Ros back to the mat. Hitting the mat in a crouch, Rosgwak quickly recovered his second dagger, and, from his current level, stabbed it straight into the joints around Brock's knee. Getting yet another shout of rage, this one filled with much more pain, Rosgwak quickly jumped to his feet as Brock fell to his knees, and, dancing around behind him quickly, Ros withdrew his first dagger and plunged it into the side of Brock's arm, piercing the muscle. Pulling it out once more, Rosgwak made as if to stab Brock's other shoulder when, believeing Ros actually would do it, Brock tapped out with his remaining arm, and then collapsed to the mat, writhing in agony. Pulling his dagger out of Brock's knee, Ros stepped back as the medics hurriedly moved over to Brock.

Climbing out of the ring, amid the cheers from the his fellow Sempai students watching, Ros bent down stiffly and picked up the equipment he had left outside the ring, dragging it with him as he returned backstage to his fellow combatants. Looking at them, Ros stood silently, trying to get his breath back, before smiling.
"So, who's next?" he asked.
 
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Sen waited in the changing rooms, going through her stretching routine and limbering up before her match was called. She had been matched against another weapons fighter, and she would bring her assortment of swords and daggers with her. These fights were either to submission, knock-out, or death, and Sen had no qualms about resorting to the last option. Once, she would have balked at the thought of killing another without strong reason, but that sentiment had long since vanished. It had vanished with the death of a loved one. Cities had reeled from the bloodshed of not only those who had wronged her, but also of any innocents who stood in her way as she coldly advanced on her quarry. Due to the local authorities, she had been forced to flee the city and move far away, and it was thus that found her at Sempai High.

Wrenching her thoughts away from her painful past, Sen concentrated on the upcoming fight. She would be armed with her great broadsword, Agarun, as well as her twin shortswords and a viciously hooked offhand knife.

Once she was finished her warm-up, Sen strapped on her weapons harness, sheathed the broadsword on her back in its sling, and buckled the swordbelt that held her shortswords and dagger to her waist. She then strapped on her metal bracers, her only pieces of armour. In single combat, she found that armour merely slowed her down, for she liked to fight with fast, darting attacks.

When she arrived in the arena center, a team of cleaners were hastily washing the blood from the ring. The opponents had left already, but Sen could tell it had been a vicious fight, possibly to the death. As she waited, she hopped from foot to foot, keeping her body warm and her heart rate up. Women did not hit their adrenaline rush as quickly as men, but when they did, it lasted much longer.

Finally, he match was called. She jogged forward as her name was called, first in the ring. She stood in the ring and turned to survey they crowd, noting several she recognized from Sempai High, who gave a small cheer; no great clamour but a hopeful salute, for as she was very new to Sempai and hadn’t had a chance to really get to know her fellow students. She merely represented their school. She hoped, however, to prove herself in this fight, and to well represent her new school. She had not been present for the raid that the Gato students had held against Sempai High, and while she did not know they fighters or their capacity, neither did they know anything about Sen.

Her opponent ran in before she had finished her sweep of the crowd. They announced him in a great flourish, and it seemed he had fans among the audience, for a loud cheer arose. He entered the ring with great confidence, a sure smile on his face as he assessed his opponent. Good. Sen had long learned to take advantage of her gender. No matter who fought her, every male would always be less on guard, or less cautious, when he first faced off against a women. Every man, even if he claimed otherwise, or convinced himself otherwise. And if any man claimed that this wasn’t true, he was selling something.

Brutus. The name fit him well. He was a brute of a man, and though Sen was considered tall by most standards, he stood at least four inches taller than she. He was heavily muscled – muscled, but likely slow. When one acquired such a layering of muscle, it inevitably slowed them down, if only slightly. Sen prided herself in her own fitness and muscularity, but she was ever careful to stay below that level where her speed would be hindered. The most powerful blow in the world was as nothing if a faster counterattack slipped around it. He was outfitted in an interesting combination of hardened leather and steel plate, and wielded a brutally toothed greatsword that was larger than her own longsword, the haft itself being a good two feet long. Sen decided she would begin with her double swords, and see how two-bladed speed would fare against Brutus’ larger weapon.

The two fighters squared off. A fight to submission, death, or a knockout was this match’s format. Brutus flexed his grip on his sword, his eyes eager. He would go for blood, Sen knew, even to kill. She hated him already; it was his kind, eager for bloodshed, that She drew out her twin shortswords and balanced them in her hands, sinking into a defensive position. Let him think I will wait.

When the fight master blew his whistle, Brutus immediately advanced, but Sen was faster. Even as he was bring his sword into position to attack, she flew past him, slashing with both swords. Brutus’ reaction was quicker than she would have thought, and she brought up one sword to deflect his blow as she spun away. Her attack had cut through the leather on his side, and though blood leaked slowly through Brutus showed no sign of noticing.

Slightly annoyed, Sen circled a much more cautious Brutus. He watched her warily, and to test his reactions, Sen flicked one of her wrists and leaned forward for a split second. Brutus flinched slightly, but remained composed and solid. She waited, patient, confident in her ability to dodge any attack. When the attack came, it came in a blur, and Brutus swung his sword in a fast combination of high, low, high. Sen deflected the first two sweeps, and on the third she held up her left sword to deflect and spun underneath the blow, slashing deep with her right sword. Again, blood welled through the edges of his plates, and still his face showed no sign of it.

As Brutus spun to face her, Sen was already lunging forward again, this time with a thrust that took him in the shoulder. As her momentum carried her past, she twisted her sword as she pulled it out. Just before she was again out of reach, Sen felt Brutus’ sword bite into an unprotected leg, just below the hip. Sen gritted her teeth against the pain, but luckily his blade had glanced off bone and missed her major tendons.

While she was slightly off balance from the blow to her leg, Brutus came in with a powerful downward swing that carried his entire weight behind it. Sen planted her feet and threw up her swords in defense, and his greatsword met her crossed shortswords in an explosion that shattered her left handed sword.

Sen dropped to the ground and rolled away from the swing, throwing her remaining shortsword off the fighting platform. As she came to her feet, she unslung her longsword from her back. The time for her defensive style of fighting was over, and now she was the first to attack, throwing a flurry of strikes at the larger fighter. It was all Brutus could do to parry, and his wounds were finally tiring him, the shoulder wound most of all. It had cut through muscle and hit bone, and he held the bulk of his sword’s weight in his left hand. Sen dealt him several minor wounds, hoping he would submit – she did not want to stain her school’s reputation, after all – but the man refused to give in. He struck back once, but it was a weak blow that Sen easily parried. She backed him to the ropes and continued to deal glancing blows, but she grew increasingly frustrated at the stubbornness of this fighter. She delivered a savage slash to his left leg and drove him to his knees. She drew back, readying herself for a killing blow, and looked Brutus in the eye. Still, he did not surrender. With a cry, she lunged forward, but was brought to an abrupt stop as several pairs of hands suddenly grasped her, pulling her back. She spun and growled, raising her sword, but lowered it slowly as she realized it was the referees who had halted her.

A healer rushed to Brutus’ side, as did the fighter’s coach, and one of the referees led her to the center of the ring, where he lifted her arm, officially proclaiming her the winner. She could hear the cheers of her fellow students, but the sounds seemed muted, for her mind had wandered back to that dark place of cold remembrance.

As she made her way back to the dressing rooms, she idly brushed off the healer who grasped her arm, asking about her leg. She began unstrapping her sword belt when she entered the quiet room, and noticed with disinterest a movement behind her. Assuming it was the healer still following her, she paid it little heed.

But it was the only warning she had.

The world seemed to flash in brilliant colours as something smashed into the back of her head. She stumbled, dropping her belt, which clattered to the floor. She caught herself with one hand against a bench, and turned slightly only to see a dark form appear before her, and suddenly she was flying through the air, and crashed into the lockers. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her vision, she half-rose and pulled a dagger from her boot. She managed to deliver a deep gash to her next assailant, sending him scrambling backwards. She grabbed another – they were everywhere – and slammed her fist, followed by her elbow, into his face. He reeled backwards, his nose gushing blood, but someone slammer their heel into her leg wound, and another pulled a dagger of his own, and thrust it into her left shoulder.

Nearing unconsciousness, Sen desperately wrenched the dagger from her shoulder and threw it, but it was easily dodged. Someone kicked her hard in the abdomen, and she buckled over, but used the momentum to throw herself at one of her attackers. She took him to the ground with her, but he wrenched free easily, kicking her side as he regained his feet. Sen struggled to her knees, and saw her sword, which lay a tantalizing three feet away on the ground by the wall. As she moved towards her sword, she was shoved backwards against the wall, and a sword plunged into just below her shoulder, pinning her to the wooden wall. He vision swam and slowly darkened, and her assailants hastened from the room, leaving her impaled against the wall.

Her visions had blackened completely, and as she passed into unconsciousness she heard and exclamation, followed by running feet and familiar voices.
 
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With the results of the next three matches Shogun's smile returned, it seemed Confessor's words of encouragement may have gotten through to them after all. Shogun watched Kenshin's first match before the crowd with interest. It was short, just the type of match he needed to have given his opponent, Dimitri, a fairly prominent Gato mage.With ease and precision Kenshin closed the gap between the two of them and opened the mage up, an excellent cut that ended the fight without ending Dimitri's life.

Next up was Dragn. The captain of the Sempai Magic team was warmly by the crowd, and managed to get Mark Lo, his opponent, booed after a lack of sportsmanship when he refused to shake Dragn's hand. Shogun smirked, this tactic, and Dragn's newer flashier entrance were both things Shogun had worked with Dragn on. The mage wasn't quite as good at playing the crowd as Shogun, but he was still damn good. This match also ended in Sempai success, with Dragn brilliantly sending his opponent over the rope and onto the floor, ending the bout.

Next up was Rosgwak. His entrance was as basic as it got, no pyro, no music, no light effects, but it didn't matter. There was only one person in the city that could pull off that entrance, and it was Ros, as the crowd showed when he received thunderous cheers, more than making up for a lack of stage effects. Ros removed most of his gear before the bout, a submission match. Shogun was uncertain how Ros would handle this type of match, which usually favored brute strength found mostly in fist fighters. However, Ros managed it, pulling off a stellar victory, then returning to the back with even more thunderous applause than he'd entered to. "So, who's next?" he asked.

They all looked up at the screen, wondering whose name would appear for the next match. Only a few names from Sempai High could get a better crowd reaction than Ros, but there was only one that could make the crowd reaction loud enough to rattle equipment backstage. Shogun cracked his neck and back as his music kicked on, "Wish me luck...." he said with a smirk as he poured two cups of water onto himself, then threw up the hood of his jacket and stepped out onto the platform in front of the stage curtain. Massive streams of sparks flew over him for several seconds, he walked through them and threw his hood back, the crowd somehow managed to get louder at this display as he ran full speed down to the ring.

He dove under the bottom rope onto the canvas and climbed the turnbuckles, throwing his jacket into the crowd and flexing. He looked over the crowd, looking for one face in particular. He saw her, Jeze, she'd managed to get a seat in the ninth row, Shogun smiled and pointed to her, then hopped off the ropes and waited for his opponent. It wasn't a team captain, but it was someone just as dangerous, he'd drawn Gato High's faculty sponsor.

He was a smaller man, in his late fifties. His hair was trimmed short with a large bald spot on the back of his head. His face was stern and grizzled from years of harsh fighting. Shogun recognized him, he'd been a teacher at Sempai years ago before being transfered to Sempai, his name was Professor Wong. Shogun was curious why he had taken part in a fight against his old school, a question he answered when he entered the ring, "Ah, I. R. Shogun, then best of the youth today. I was hoping I'd get to fight you, to see if I still measured up."

Shogun smirked, "Well professor, it will be an honor to face a man of your caliber in the ring." Now there was an odd display considering the history of this tournament. The two combatants stood strait and bowed respectfully to each other, each wearing a smile on their face.

The two looked up at the screen to see their match type, the result brought a smile to both of their faces, a strap match. The two would be bound at the wrist be a 6 foot rope, which was perfectly legal as a weapon. The winner would be the one who touched all of the corners uninterrupted and in order. The two men smiled and held out their arms as the ref tied the rope, then took their stances as the bell rang.

The two wasted no time in starting, each beginning by throwing a hard punch at the other, causing them to strike at each other's knuckles. They each stepped back, but not too far, grinning. They'd been thinking the same thing. Shogun had youth and strength on his side, but Wong had experience, and he was wily, this match would prove interesting. Shogun began it in the way he believed would best suit him, by pulling on the rope to guide Wong into his foot. The older fighter surprised Shogun however, rolling under the kick and using Shogun's pull as momentum to bring his shoulder into Shogun's unguarded knee.

As soon as Shogun rose he ate a big kick to the cheek, Shogun cringed and fell with it, reducing the damage as much as possible. He swept with his legs to keep Wong back while he got back to his feet. Shogun shook off the pain, Wong kicked like a mule, even in his advanced age. The two grinned at each other and touched their wrists as they took their stances, then both struck.

Each fighter blocked the other's blow, then threw another of their own, now Shogun's youthful strength came into play, as his fist landed much harder, forcing Wong to stumble, and allowing Shogun to use the rope pull ploy he'd tried earlier to drive Wong's stomach into his shoulder. Shogun began to go for an uppercut, but was beaten to it when Wong poked him in the eyes, then pushed him to stand upright and unloaded a powerful flurry into Shogun's stomach.

Shogun was stunned, but not for long, as he began a flurry of his own. Wong was forced back on the defensive, but as he blocked one especially powerful blow from Shogun he rebounded his hand and used that additional force to springboard the back of his fist into Shogun's chin. Shogun grunted, but didn't let the pain stop him. He grabbed Wong's wrist and turned, using Wong's momentum against him, Shogun threw the older fighter over his shoulder, into the nearby rope turnbuckle.

As Wong bounced out of the corner he stumbled under Shogun's follow up blow, then landed both hands powerfully into Shogun's side. No old man should have had that kind of power, Shogun grunted with pain as he staggered back, and Wong climbed the turnbuckle, then jumped off and slammed a powerful forearm strike into Shogun's neck. The Sempai fighter fell onto his back as he struggled to regain his breath, as he got up he saw Wong touching the turnbuckle, then running to the next one, only to have Shogun yank the rope, pulling Wong back and allowing Shogun to land a massive kick to his ribs.

Wong bounced off Shogun's foot and stumbled away, or so it seemed. What he actually did was allow Shogun's kick to propel him, gathering his momentum, then pulling the rope himself, allowing him to give the kick he threw to Shogun's chest to have that much more power. Shogun doubled over in pain, then took a hard knee to the stomach, followed by several elbow strikes to the back. Shogun felt Wong running away again as Shogun got back to his feet.

The older fighter went to the turnbuckle again, then climbed to the top. This time however, the older fighter didn't leave of his own accord. In one leap Shogun got to the top rope, then landed a massive kick to Wong's head, causing Wong, and ultimately Shogun, to crash outside the ring onto the floor. Wong somehow recovered first, tough old bastard... Shogun thought as Wong grabbed his wrist and flung Shogun into the steel ring steps. Shogun suppressed a cry of pain through his clenched teeth, opting instead to grab Wong by the back of his head and smash him into the barricade wall.

Shogun gave a dazed look as the wall gave up, and yet Wong still got back to his feet. The crowd was on their feet as Wong grabbed a drink and threw it into Shogun's eyes, then buried his fist into Shogun's cheek, spilling him back onto the competitive side of the wall. Shogun managed to regain his vision to see the big drop kick Wong gave him off of the wall, making Shogun land on the steel steps again. Shogun couldn't remember the last time he'd fought someone this tough, he smirked as he picked himself up, and both fighters climbed back into the ring and took their stances again.

Shogun and Wong stared each other down, silently agreeing that this would be the spot where they ended it, one move for it all. Both struck with equal speed, but there was a difference, Wong's attack ended when his punch landed, Shogun's had only just begun. He grabbed Wong's wrist as his fist connected, then pulled it toward him, adding to the force of his own strike. From there Shogun's punch flowed into an elbow, then a head butt, coupled with a powerful knee strike to Wong's gut.

The older fighter grinned as he crumbled. He soon got up, and allowed Shogun to touch each turnbuckle, winning the match. The fight could have gone on for hours, but the crowd didn't care, the little bit that they'd seen had been spectacular, and as the two opponents bowed again and walked to their back stage area both agreed Shogun had won, but also carried the satisfaction of a great fight, and knowing that Wong could still hang with these younger folks.
 

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Kakashi leaned against the wall and watched as the matches flew by. His match would be coming up pretty soon. He would be facing a fighter named Spiral. After I.R.'s match it was time for his fight.

Kakashi closed his eyes and walked into the fighting surface. Spiral was waiting for him with a smirk on his face. He was average hieght, and had dark brown hair. In his hands was a pair of scimitairs, sharpened to perfection. "So, you're Kakashi," The Gato fighter hissed through his grin. "I look forward to killing you."

A chill went up Kakashi's spine, and he clenched his spear tighter than he ever had before. Soon the match was begining and Kakashi dove at Spiral, spear first. Spiral parried the move with a thrust to Kakashi's head. It came up short, but a he felt a cut to the back of his neck. Was he really that fast? That he had been able to miss, but still get in another attack? Kakashi fell back, and he ran back at Spiral, throwing him aside and stabbing him into the side of the ribs. Kakashi went at him agian, but Kakashi was knocked back. WHAT? I didn't even see him move! He flew back to the ground, and Spiral came back, driving the butt of his spear into his stomach. Kakashi twisted away from a second attack and was able to get back on his feet.

Spiral jumped towards him, and suddenly disappeared. He reappeared behind him and stabbed him in the back. At the same time, a spear thrust homed into his stomach and sent him back into Spiral. This guy..... Kakashi shot forward away from Sprial, but suddenly Spiral dissepeared and appeared behind him again. Spiral grabbed him by the wrist and brought him down to the ground. Dammit! This guy was fast. Too fast. Kakashi twisted out of the hold and dove at Spiral's knees sending him to the ground.

While he still had a hold of Spiral, he felt a kick to his back. Kakashi swerved around with Spiral still in his hold and threw the Gato student towards where the blow had came from. As Spiral fell to the floor, a student identical to Spiral appeared below him. It makes sense now! There had been two Spirals! They had used their magic consealments to make it seem like there was only one of them!

As Kakashi moved in to end the match, he felt a swift scimitair blow to the side of his head. A third!? Kakashi stopped his fall with his hand and shot up to stop the third of the Spiral's when the other two shot up at him, both of them now under concealment. Now that their secret was out, their was not need to pretend anymore, so now there were not any visible targets for Kakashi to attack. How many were there? Kakashi had only discovered 3, but there could be more. Kakashi put his hands up to protect himself, but the blows continued to come. Kakashi shot his spear out in the directions of the attacks and was able to turn one of the Spirals visible agian by impailing his wrist. He threw the Spiral's body at the attacks and was able to make the other two visible again. Rather then waste time on spells they came straight at him. Kakashi felt multiple thrusts and cuts to his chest and stomach, but he was finally able to get away by flipping away from his attackers. Swearing, Kakashi came back at them, twisting his spear and hit one with his spearhead in the temple and sent him flying to the ground. He was going for the other two, when they suddenly dove at him and he felt his stomach impailed by a scimitair. His attacker twisted the weapon inside of him until Kakashi fell to his knees. Kakashi felt his mind haze over, and soon Kakashi had passed out.

He had lost the match.
 

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Standing in the back area, Dragn had the cut on his shoulder healed by a medic as he watched the next matchup. He wouldn’t bother healing himself so as not to expend his energies. He had passed the first round and would need to replenish his power before the next bout. On the large screen Rosqwak’s name appeared, Dragn grinned, this would prove to be an interesting match. He had witness Ros in action before and his abilities were incredible. The match was in no way boring as Ros had skillfully executed his movements bringing down his opponent. Ros had then returned to the back asking “So, who’s next?” As he said this Dragn notice Sen approach. She was hopping up and down on her feet obviously eager to get her match started. Well I guess she’s in luck, Dragn smiled as her name appeared on the large screen.

Sen was going up against a lage male weapon’s fighter, Dragn could tell once they had both gotten in the ring that they guy was already underestimating the female fighter. Dragn snickered, he’s certainly in for a rude awakening. Her match was very fast paced as her movement was quick and swift. He watched the match intently as it came to an end. Sen was in a total rage that she had almost gone in for the kill before she was stopped. Dragn nodded his head, he was sure she might have regretted that later. She had then exited the arena, ignoring the healer and headed towards the back. Dragn had been about to follow her to congratulate her on her first Sempai victory but there was an deafening uproar from the crowd. Dragn turned to witness Shogun enter with a flourish. This was the match that everyone had been anticipating.

Dragn shook his head as Shogun gained more cheers from the crowd, what a guy. He was up against a Gato and former Sempai professor Dragn noticed. Their match had been everything the crowd had been waiting for, far from a disappointment. The match style enabled both competitors to show off their talents, the match lasted a fair amount of time as neither opponent would give up. It ended however with Shogun executing a chain of rapid attacks in succession.

Confessor’s match was up next and it was just another opportunity for her to display her unbelievable skills, she came out as the victor from her match enforcing the reason why she was one of the top Sempai professors. The tournament so far seemed to continue without any interruptions, there had been only a few fights within the crowd but nothing serious. Kakashi’s name flashed up on the screen. Dragn had never witnessed him in battle but knew that he would most likely be giving his all. But from the get go it seemed as though the veteran Gato fighter had the upper hand, overpowering Kakashi with his speed and strength. Dragn frowned as Kakashi went down, unconcious. His body was removed from the ring to prepare for the next fight.

As Dragn watched Kakashi being carried by, he thought he would take the time to congratulate Sen as they were taking a break to clean up and repair the damages that had been caused by the previous matches. Wandering down the hall towards the locker room he heard a commotion as a group of figures rushed out of the room at the end of the hall and disappeared around the corner. Dragn felt a feeling of dread wash over him as he quickened his pace , breaking into a run.

He slammed the locker room door open as he stood in disbelief. The place had been trashed and there was blood splatter everywhere. And then he noticed her, Senekha! He gasped as he rushed over to her side. She had been brutally assaulted and left to die, impaled on the wall, blood gushing from numerous wounds. He was unsure of where to begin. Slowly removing the sword from her she slumped over his shoulder. He carried her over and laid her one of the benches that had not been overturned. He looked her over, her leg was bleeding and Dragn remembered she had been struck during her match and there was a wound below her shoulder as well as the one from the sword which had held her to the wall. He began to go to work, tending to as much of her wounds as he could. He hoped someone else would arrive, as he did not want to leave her alone in her current state. Then as he thought this another Sempai student wandered in, he looked dumbfounded as he looked at the scene before him.

“I need you to go and get a healer and inform Shogun and the others that Senekha has been attacked.” Dragn yelled. “Oh, okay.” The guy replied somewhat in shock. “NOW!” Dragn yelled again, and with that the boy ran off to do as he was told. Dragn turned back to Sen and frowned, what was the point of this, did someone really want to get her out of the tournament that bad knowing that they couldn’t take her out one on one in the tournament...questions raced through his mind as he went about healing her.
 
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Shogun watched the next match intently, Confessor was up. As expected she gave the people a show, even though she dramatically our classed Long Shot. Long Shot wasn't a bad fighter, but he just wasn't even close to Confessor's league. The match lasted a good deal of time, a testament to just how tough Long Shot was. In the end Confessor's hand was raised, she walked back to a wild crowd. No one in the city had seen Confessor in an official match, but after a show like that no one would ever forget her.

Next up was Kakashi. The young spear fighter fought valiantly, but there was something about Spiral that was just unreal. He seemed to vanish and reappear at random, his speed was unholy, that much was for sure. Kakashi just couldn't keep up, but the kid went down swinging. Kakashi fought his heart out, and even though he had lost, he had nothing to be ashamed of. He went down like a warrior, and he'd given the crowd a show.

That only left Lillith, Shogun would look forward to seeing her compete, it had been a while, but suddenly something happened. A younger member of the kung fu team ran up to Shogun fighting for breath, "Shogun... Senekha... trouble...." that was all Shogun needed, he quickly ran the way the student had come without asking where Sen was. Something terrible had to happen if Sen was in trouble, something that would draw a crowd.

As he approached her dressing room he saw the crowd just as he'd expected. He ran up to Dragn just in time to see Sen being carted out on a stretcher. He the medics pushed Shogun out of the way, he didn't fight them, knowing Sen was in good hands he turned to Dragn, "What the hell happened?" Dragn explained he'd seen a group of people running out just before he'd found her. Shogun's blood began to boil as he shouted to the members of the kung fu team by the doorway, "I want whoever did this found and brought to me so I can deal with them myself!"
 

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As Dragn watched Kakashi being carried by, he thought he would take the time to congratulate Sen as they were taking a break to clean up and repair the damages that had been caused by the previous matches. Wandering down the hall towards the locker room he heard a commotion as a group of figures rushed out of the room at the end of the hall and disappeared around the corner. Dragn felt a feeling of dread wash over him as he quickened his pace , breaking into a run.

He slammed the locker room door open as he stood in disbelief. The place had been trashed and there was blood splatter everywhere. And then he noticed her, Senekha! He gasped as he rushed over to her side. She had been brutally assaulted and left to die, impaled on the wall, blood gushing from numerous wounds. He was unsure of where to begin. Slowly removing the sword from her she slumped over his shoulder. He carried her over and laid her one of the benches that had not been overturned. He looked her over, her leg was bleeding and Dragn remembered she had been struck during her match and there was a wound below her shoulder as well as the one from the sword which had held her to the wall. He began to go to work, tending to as much of her wounds as he could. He hoped someone else would arrive, as he did not want to leave her alone in her current state. Then as he thought this another Sempai student wandered in, he looked dumbfounded as he looked at the scene before him.

“I need you to go and get a healer and inform Shogun and the others that Senekha has been attacked.” Dragn yelled. “Oh, okay.” The guy replied somewhat in shock. “NOW!” Dragn yelled again, and with that the boy ran off to do as he was told. Dragn turned back to Sen and frowned, what was the point of this, did someone really want to get her out of the tournament that bad knowing that they couldn’t take her out one on one in the tournament...questions raced through his mind as he went about healing her.

Confessor noticed someone run by her clearly yelling something about one of Sempai's warriors being brutally assaulted in the locker room. She remembered Senekha returning there. As she closed her eyes she saw the pain Senekha went through and when she opened them she was standing next to Dragn. Kneeling down beside him she placed her hands on the horrible wound through her chest from the sword. Knowing full well none of the healers here could heal such a brutal wound she closed her eyes and went to work. Taking a deep breath she said three words. "Hold her still."

Dragn complied with her wishes as he held Senekha against the bench and watched Confessor's hands glow white. In the depths of her mind Confessor looked into Sen's body and saw the damages done. The wounds on the outside were minor but the ones on the inside were severe and needed immediate attention. She carefully wove a web of healing magics on all of her muscles, major organs and arteries, and even her heart. Next from the outside out she began weaving her skin back together again. Sweat ran down Confessor's face but she didn't falter. She repaired the damage dealt to the middle of her abdomen. Sen's body moved a little bit but Dragn held her steady. As she sat there for what seemed like two hours she opened her eyes and saw she had completely healed Senehka's wound from the inside out. She cast a very strong healing spell on the wounds and finally fell back exhausted.

"She's....healed...." she whispered.
 
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Standing in the backstage area, Rosgwak watched as the remaining combatants all entered the ring for their various fights. Senekha was the next one up, walking in to the ring and facing off against a hulk of a man wielding a sword, Brutus. It was an exciting fight, both opponents seeming to know exactly how to use their chosen weapons with a great degree of skill. However, before too long Sen had used a combination of speed and skill to great effect, winning the match.

Next up was Shogun, and, recognising Professor Wong, and old teacher who used to be from Sempai, Rosgwak smiled briefly, sure that this fight promised to be every bit as interesting as the choice of opponents. And, as Ros expected, he nor the crowd was not disappointed. Wong proved to still be an able fighter, matching Shogun for so much of the fight, but, ultimately, Shogun proved why he was still the most respected fist-fighter in the school, pulling out an amazing victory with both skill and sheer power, then graciously exiting the ring and heading backstage.

The next fight was going to be just as exciting, but instead of an ex-professor from Sempai, Confessor herself was going to enter. Rosgwak leaned forward eagerly, unsure of what to expect from her against her combatant, Longshot. And so it was that Ros watched on with eager anticipation as she used a combination of fist-fighting, magic and weapons fighting to bring down her opponent in a spectacular manner. Applauding with the rest, Rosgwak watched as she walked backstage, turning to congratulate her as she entered. It was then that he spotted Lilith standing nearby. Turning away from the ring, Rosgwak walked over to her.

"Nervous about your fight?" he asked, well aware that Lilith still hadn't had a chance to be in the ring. But she merely smiled back at him, that typical vixen grin of hers, and put her hands on her hips.
"Course I'm not nervous. This won't be hard at all." she said, laughing. "After all, men either choose to kneel in front of me or I make 'em." she said, pouting slightly, as Ros joined in the laughter. Turning back the arena, he realised that in the few seconds he and Lilith had been talking he had missed the start of the next fight, one which appeared to centre around Kakashi and a fighter named Spiral. As Rosgwak watched, Kakashi put up a brilliant fight, but unfortunately was soon bested by his opponent. Shaking his head, Rosgwak turned to look grimly at Lilith.

"It would appear yet another loss for our side." he said, while Lilith shrugged in response.
"It happens." she said briefly.
"Oh, indeed it does. I'm just more worried about how Kakashi will handle it. There was no shame in that loss, I just hope he sees it that way." he finished, turning and clapping loudly as Kakashi entered the backstage area. "Well fought." he called out with a smile. But suddenly, familiar music began to play. Turning to look at the ring, Ros saw Lilith's name displayed there for all to see. Turning to her, he saw her wearing her usual grin, and getting her whip ready on her costume. She then looked at him.
"Show time." she whispered, before walking down the arena. Watching her enter the ring, Rosgwak heard the cheers of support from fellow Sempai students, and noted with disgust the inappropriate hoots and jeers of the other male students. Walking as far forward as he could, Rosgwak leaned against the backstage arena doorframe to watch the fight more closely.

Standing in the ring, Lilith looked around at the crowd and pouted, blowing them a kiss. Hearing the cheering increase at this, Lilith smiled and began strutting around the ring, working the crowd up before her match even began, and taking away almost all attention from her opponent, Jake the Spider, as he sidled into the ring, skulking in the corner while Lilith stole all the attention. From his position backstage, Rosgwak smiled. If anyone can rival Meteorain for sheer showmanship... he thought as he shook his head. As Lilith returned to her corner, the screen above finally flashed up the match-type, a no-weapons submission match, and suddenly the bell rang, announcing the start of the match.

Looking across the ring, Lilith noticed Jake smiling broadly, and was puzzled by it.
"What are you so happy about?" she asked, beginning to walk forward and grabbing her whip. As soon as she had the whip in her hands, however, Lilith remembered it was a no-weapons fight. Turning and throwing the whip just outside the ring, she watched a ring-hand retrieve it and then turned back to the fight. Suddenly, where he had been right across the ring only a second ago, Jake was now right in front of Lilith's face, and without warning he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her in a lightning fast submission hold. It was then, as the intense pain shot up her arm that Lilith realised why Jake had been so happy. He was an extremely skilled grappling fighter! Gritting her teeth and swallowing the pain, Lilith twisted her body so she could face Jake. Then, smiling at him, she leaned in as though to kiss him, singing "Incey wincey spider" under her breath, and, while he was stunned motionless, turned it into a vicious headbutt. Letting go of her arm, Jake staggered backwards, clutching at his face, while Lilith rubbed some feeling back into her arm. Before he could recover, Lilith ran at Jake, sweeping his legs out from under him, but catching his wrist and twisting it behind his back so his falling weight was supported on a twisted arm.

Hearing him cry out in pain, Lilith smiled as she thought that this was easier than she expected. Twisting his arm even further behind his back, she applied more pressure, trying to make him tap-out. At that moment, however, Jake kicked off of the mat and a small jump, twisting himself around while he was in the air, effectively breaking the hold and delivering a kick to Lilith's face in the same moment. There was a loud gasp from the audience, and Ros stood straight up in shock. Until now he'd never seen anyone move like that... Jake had such control of his body that he was agile in ways Ros hadn't been expecting to see. Apparently Lilith shared this opinion as, as she climbed to her feet dabbing at the blood that had welled up in her nose, her face registered complete shock. Suddenly Jake was running at her once again, swinging a punch which Lilith ably dodged, using her momentum from the dodge to deliver a roundhouse kick to Jake's back. Stmubling forward, Jake hit the ropes, but instead of staying slumped against them he used their elasticity to jump back up, flipping in the air so that when he hit the ground he was once facing Lilith from behind. Trying to spin to face him, Lilith moved too slow, and her legs were swept out from under her. While she was on the ground, Jake moved quickly, grabbing her ankle and twisting it to the point of breaking.

Gritting her teeth, Lilith refused to cry out in pain, but from where he was standing Rosgwak could see just how dangerously bent her ankle was, and how much pressure Jake was applying. Gripping the doorframe tightly, it was all Rosgwak could do to stop from entering the ring himself, but he knew that would serve absolutely no help. In fact, if anything Lilith would lose for having outside help, and she would be furious at him for interfering in her fight when she hadn't asked him too. Thinking furiously, Lilith realised there were only so many options left open to her, and none of them would be painless. So, taking a deep breath, Lilith did the most practical thing, and, pushing herself up on her arms, she lashed out with her free foot, feeling it connect with Jake's face. Unfortunately his grip didn't release, but it loosened enough that Lilith could pull herself forward a few inches with her arms, and grab the rope. Relinquishing his hold on her, Jake backed away as Lilith slowly got to her feet. Cheering loudly for Lilith, Rosgwak watched, wondering what the next move of the match would be.

Getting an idea, Lilith decided to try and finish the fight quickly, even if it meant knocking Jake unconscious instead of forcing him to tap out. Turning around, she climbed up the turnbuckle, and, getting her precarious balance, began to dash along the top rope. Suddenly, when she was near Jake, she launched herself off of the top rope at him. Slightly widening his stance, Jake braced himself for an attack he expected to come, when Lilith merely placed her hands on his shoulders and flipped over his back. Spinning around suddenly, Jake found his legs swept out from under him, the same trick he had used before. But this time, Lilith added her own twist and threw a punch as he fell. Operating on instinct, Jake grabbed her fist and held on tightly, trying to regain his balance when he heard Lilith scream sharply in pain. Smiling, Jake quickly regained his feet and, looking down at the hand he now held, noticed a fresh, deep gash, stitched up. Smiling cruelly, Jake pressed down on the gash again, watching Lilith cringe at his feet. He then crouched down next to her, keeping a firm grip on her hand, and leant in close.
"Tap out, and I might let go. Try and fight, I'll make sure this doesn't heal at all." he said, squeezing once more for effect.

Ros had heard Lilith's scream of pain, as had the rest of the crowd, and that had scared him more than anything... no matter how much damage she had taken in previous tournaments and fights, Ros couldn't recall ever hearing Lilith scream before. Meanwhile, Lilith looked into Jake's eyes, her anger flaring, and before he could react she bit down hard on his nose, drawing blood. Smiling at the furious Jake, she then tapped out. Letting go of her hand in disgust, Jake hurried out of the ring, his hand bloody from where he had burst Lilith's stitches, and his nose bleeding quite profusely. Meanwhile, Lilith had also climbed out of the ring, retrieved her whip and was heading backstage, to thunderous applause from the Sempai students. Despite her loss, she had put up a furious fight, and that was nothing to be ashamed of. Once she was backstage, Ros hurried over to Lilith.
"What happened in there?" he asked her, anxious to see what was wrong, when suddenly his eyes were drawn to her freshly bloodied hand. "Oh dear gods." he said, quickly turning and ripping a thin strip from his tabard. Then, wrapping it crudely around her hand until she let the medics look at the gash, he smiled. "You did brilliantly. I was impressed." he finished.
 
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By the time Shogun got back Lillith's match was over, and even worse, she'd lost. Shogun watched the match highlights on the various screens in the arena, she'd put up a hell of a fight, but in that type of match it would have been unlikely that Lillith could have pulled the win. Shogun was about to speak to her, but someone else got there first. Someone not from Sempai High. He wore a mask and presented Lillith with a single rose, Red Death...

"My lady, that was an extraordinary battle, it is my sincerest regret that you were defeated by such a homely individual, even if he is my team mate. I think, that I shall dedicate my next victory over your team to you, and when I am the victor of this tournament, perhaps we could see about allowing you to compete in tournaments this year, for the Gato team of coarse..." he said, lifting his mask just enough to kiss her hand, but leaving his face obscured.

Shogun leered at the captain of the Gato weapons team, also noting that Ros was uncharacteristically doing the same. That wasn't the biggest surprise though, Lillith seemed entranced with the masked warrior, and for the first time since Shogun had known her, she was speechless. Red Death laughed softly as he passed Shogun, "I do truly hope master Shogun, that I will get to face you in one of the upcoming rounds, I would enjoy nothing more in this tournament than to defeat the pride of Sempai High myself, to eliminate any doubt of my superiority."

Shogun glared after him, "You caught Warlock by surprise, you'll find that I'm a bit tougher to stun." Red Death laughed again as he walked off, heading back to Gato's dress area.

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In a private booth, somewhere in the arena...

A powerfully built man sat watching the matches as they occurred. There were three matches in particular that interested him greatly. The first bout, Red Death vs. Warlock Lord. Warlock had a reputation as a powerhouse and a war horse, but as the man expected, he'd been no match for Red Death, who defeated him in a matter of seconds.

The next match that caught his attention was Sempai High's weapon captain Rosgwak against a fighter called Brock. The weapon fighter removed most of his equipment before the bout, but still managed to triumph in a match that didn't seem to favor him as far as stipulations. The man laughed, it seemed Rosgwak was every bit as skilled as Red Death had said. Finally there was the match he'd been waiting for, one that he orchestrated himself, I. R. Shogun vs. Professor Wong.

The strap match was brutal, and remained fast paced the whole way through, but ultimately the end result was with the crowd favorite, the younger warrior, I. R. Shogun. These were the matches he'd paid the most attention to, but thus far the only Sempai fighter who'd really impressed him was the one called Confessor, their faculty sponsor. He wondered if they were really worth going to all this trouble to attempt to recruit. He supposed it didn't matter, if they were as they seemed, he could easily crush them and move on. He supposed the next round should be a bit more interesting....
 

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Jeze hadn't been paying much attention to the tournament after Warlock got creamed. It had hardly been a fight, that Red Death guy had been all over WL, and all the Sempai fighter had been able to do was absorb his abuse. She hadn't opened her book yet, but she still hadn't been able to focus on the fighting, that is until Shogun's theme came blazing over the sound system. He emerged from a wall of sparks, then ran full speed down to the ring. She blushed as he pointed to her from the ring ropes, seeming to draw the envy of some of those near her.

Jeze sat on the edge of her seat as he and his opponent, Gato's faculty representative, were bound at the wrist and the match began. The fight was a brawl, Jeze couldn't understand why she was watching it, as punch after punch landed she gasped each time Shogun was hit, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She screamed slightly as the battle spilled out of the ring, then part way into the crowd. Shogun and the older fighter stood again, then crawled back into the ring, and in one final exchange Shogun won the fight. Jeze sat through the next few matches, now fully unable to concentrate after watching Shogun fight.

As Kakshi's fight ended she left her seat, deciding she had to go see how Shogun and the others were doing. Jeze snuck down the hall trying to stay out of sites of the security. Finally, reaching the hall where the locker rooms were, she saw a shadow. On closer look she realized that it was the Gato fighter Red Death. She kept on walking with her head down, doing her best trying to ignore him as she grazed his arm as they walked past each other. She finally let out a breath as he kept walking, something about him freaked her out.

Jeze grinned as she finally saw the Sempai locker room and smiled as she entered the room. At first she saw Lil leaning against the lockers, twirling a single rose between her fingers. She didn’t even look up as Jeze tapped her shoulder. Jeze had a bad feeling, but against her better judgment went to find Shogun. It didn’t take her long before she spotted him with his back turned to her, she grin and silently walked behind him and put her hands over his eyes.

“Guess Who?” Jeze grinned.

“Jeze?” Shogun asked his voice didn’t betray is unhappy mood.

“Yes, what’s the matter? Is it about your standing in the tournament? Wait, better question…what’s the matter with Lil I know she lost that match, but she seem for lack of better word, out of it?” she said as she hugged him from behind.
 

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