Arena Beta

Ghost felt the blade pierce his clothes and then his skin and when he landed fell to one knee. As the dirt was flung into the air blinding her, He put a Thermal Dentonator in the dirt and covered it from sight. Just as emergency plan, ghost thought to himself. "Alright enough dilly dallen, lets do this the old fashion way." Ghost withdrew his blasters and brought out his Red lightsaber. He charged and as if he were about to bring his lightsaber down upon her from above, but then ducked and rolled and tried to slash her in the back. He then attempted to kick her knees in frome behind her. "If only every date was like this."

 

Heather gasped out and leaned forward out of reach of the secondary attack of her opponent and leaped forward. She pressed herself on a nearby tree and allowed some blood to drain from her lower back before flirtatiously cooed to her opponent, "If only all men were like you..." Even more rose petals fell to the ground as she turned about and ran towards him. But as she did, he stepped on a piece of broken tree wood and it tapped the grenade that had been secretly hidden in the soft dirt ground. Heather spun her weapon wildly as rose petals began to fly about the air, blocking the pieces of shrapnel that almost penetrated her clothing. He breathed out in pain as five small shards shredded into her right side and the force of the blast and she slammed on the soft ground, making a slight indent in the dirt and rolled over groaning as her right side bled out from the five small holes in her side. She bit her red lipstick ridden lip and sucked her teeth and firmly grasped her blade and felt her sheath rub up against her left hip. She crawled away and got up staggering. She breathed heavily and placed a firm hand on her side and her eyes flashed a deep crimson red as the many roses that covered the floor glowed.

"Would you . . . like to know . . . why I made so many wild cuts with my blade?" he breathed out more and licked her lips tasting the cherry on her still red lips and looked up up to her opponent. "It's because my roses are powerful enough to cut through steel . . . and I have more than enough to rip your tin can ass to shreds!"

 

"Why all men are like me on my home planet of Mandalore. I don't let the contestants die, your badly injured. Would you to forfit? If you don't want too. I'll make it a draw, but its your decsion to chose sweetheart. I would also like to see your things cut through this steel." Ghost tapped his shoulder with his lightsaber where the metal was, nothing cut. Only sparks. "This is mandalorian iron, not even my lightsaber can cut through it, well at its current state. Now do you wish to continue this battle in your current state?" Ghost put his lightsaber away and withdrew his blasters. "Well if you do continue this battle, I have to fight fire with fire."

 

Heather brutally pushed the pain in her mind away as she ran forward and a suffocating mist of rose perfumed the air and the seemingly thousands of roses swirled in the air causing a sort of rose-like tornado. He shouted out a defiant battlecry and the roses glowed completely red and became unbelievably rigid and swirled about.

"I didn't even tell you the best part, the more roses I have, the stronger my cuts are and I have a very interesting trick so watch closely!" He flipped forward and rotated in the air and with her back to him threw her body forward and flung out two strong heels that caught him under the helmet and sent him slightly high into the heavily perfumed air and she crouched down and leapded into the air after him. She concentrated hard, leaving all prior pain behind her and swung out mightily and the air in front of her path of cutting compressed so tightly that it surged towards him with such an acute force that it was like an invisble blade.

The bladed wind clashed wiht the armor into the first hard layer of armor and the roses swooped low and spiraled towards him like a drill. The roses smashed through the second and third layers of armor and Heather concentrated again as the roses returned to normal and withered away and died. Her blade began to shake with energy as she was thrusted into the air. She zoomed towards her enemy and made a final powerful cut that multiplied with the force of the wind and her own blade and cut him hard, breaking through the final layer of his armor and leaving a deep gash in his side drawing a large quantity of blood.

As she floated towards the ground she whispered in his ear as half of his mask, "It was a nice date, you'll live . . . don't be able to get up when you land. She flipped her blade over and stabbed into the jetpack and gently fell to the ground and crouched low. Immediately her side was racked with pain again and she sheathed her sword. "If that's the draw you wanted . . . you got it."

 

Judge intervention - Powerplaying on Roxas's part.

 

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