Rolling!

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [5-2=3]:
You gingerly lay a hand on your waist, and push Chakra through your rings (3+2=5). Inside, there's an immense feeling of relief as your pelvis shifts back together, the damage done a moment ago is reversed. Mostly.
You'll be sore in the morning, that's for sure, but you're back on your feet.
Which may not have been the best idea. #1 sees you get up, and fires several shots at you through the dust and haze. You get lucky (3+1=4), and they hit your right shoulder, passing straight through instead of fragmenting inside you. You scream in pain, then duck back down behind the rubble of the bench.



Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [4]:
"YO, SIX! KEEP TO YOUR OWN FIGHT!"
#5 shakes her head, getting back to her feet as most of your Psionic spikes fade away.
"That damn girl. Well, I guess she's me, but I got a lot less restrained once I found out I had those damn powers. Whatever, you still alive?"
"Y-yeah. I appreciate the heads-up, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let my guard down."
Not a moment after you say this, you turn the single spike next to #5 into a christmas tree of them, forking off spike branches everywhere in an attempt to impale her. Unfortunately, she was thinking the same as you, and threw up a shield of those diamonds right as the spikes erupted. She's pushed backwards from the force of your attack, but isn't harmed.
"Mmm, you remind me of someone I worked with a long time ago."



Amazigh ("Amazigh") [9]:
"What the crap? What the crap!?"
"I know, she's ridi- OOMPH!?"
#3 stops mid-sentence as a ball of plasma very nearly hits her in the face, having raised her sword to block it at the last moment. It still scorches her a bit, but she has no way to block the next one, which hits her straight in the gut.
"GUUWAAH! Aah, aaaah!"
That's gonna leave a mark...



Tomaster (Vladimír Shurla) [6]:
"OH, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!"
She flings one arm forward toward the stands where Vadim landed.
"Strike ten, yet one hundred, yet one thousand times, yet once! Create Nothing to sweep clean my path! A pillar of judgement, twin rings of song, uncountable pinpricks of light! Scathing Indignation, Type Hydra!"
In the air behind her, 9 small circles appear in the air, their insides lined with further circles, lines, and various symbols and unreadable writing. Simultaneously, they fire bright beams of light as thick as an arm, and rake them across the stands where Vadim is.
Vadim on the other hand, sprints away from the area as quickly as he can with his damaged mecha, out from the protective dust cloud. The 9 beams then begin tracking him across the stands, carving deep trenches into the stone seats. Only a couple feet away from him, they suddenly all fade away.
"Dammit!"


GlowstickNinja (Jackson Winters) [4-1=3]:
"Oh... Oh..Dear."
You quickly dash over to #4, talking quickly.
"I know this will most likely result in personal injury, but I refuse to continue to harm a lady, such as yourself, in this manner...What I have done is despicable, and I must offer my most sincere apology. NO PRIZE IS WORTH THIS."
You finish, and pant a bit from lack of breath.
"Well that's cool and all, but I just cut your arm off and you regrew it without even noticing. Twice."
"...Really?"
She points to the ground next to you, where two severed arms covered in dark brown organic plating lie twitching.
"...huh. Fancy that."
"Mm. All considered, I don't think I can beat you anymore. So, yeah, I'm just gonna... gonna..."
She staggers, and you rush forward to help her, earning a sword through your gut. You actually notice it this time.
"OW!"
"Ah, thanks..."
She leans on the sword for support, still stuck in your torso.
"...So, um, does that mean-"
"Yeah, you win. Grats and all that. Regeneration is OP."
You take the moment to heal the wound in your butt surreptitiously.



Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [4]:
"Hang on, can you wait a moment?"
"NOPE!"
Wait what, she's not supposed to-
*WHAM*
#2 tackles you, hard, sending both of you skidding across the arena floor. As you begin to slow, she grabs onto your Mecha's chassis, flips her body over your head, and then turns the flip into a throw, launching you straight into the base beneath the stands. You're literally embedded in the stone to an extent.
"One on One! Learn to!"



Game Events: "Wait a damn second, it took you WEEKS to make this?"
Yeah, why?
"Well it should take either months to years, or seconds, depending on how you made it."
I made it in Minecraft!
"You-"
A moment of silence.
"Wat."
Yep! 100% legit! Placed every block myself.
"...One of these days, I swear to god I will ♥♥♥♥♥ slap you so hard it breaks the space time continuum."
That'd be a first, even for you.

#1 is at the foot of the stands.
#2 is fighting Grif.
#3 is fighting Amazigh, has taken a plasma bolt to the stomach.
#4 is retired. Jackson Wins!
#5 is fighting Vadim.
#6 is in the center of the arena.

Pull myself out of the wall, and take a defensive stance.

"Baby, I'd be happy to one on one you any time."

She walked right into that one.
Deserved it really.
Right?

Offer her an arm or a shoulder in support instead."If you wish to continue using" Gesture at the sword "as support however that is perfectly alright. It's the least I can do considering what I did to your arm."

Suddenly I get a headache.
PERFECT TIME TO ROLL.

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [10-2=8]:
"Minecraft, eh? That means every single part of this building is basically made of..."
You almost raise your arm up above the bench again, but Nairle would PROBABLY shoot it. You instead just grip the stone, sending your Chakra into it (8+2=10). The entire section of stands around you erupts into stone spikes, and for a fair distance beyond it cracks and shatters, becoming unstable and fragmented.
You're too far up in the stands to send the wave of spikes all the way down to Nairle though. Thankfully, your wall of spikes threw up more dust, and combined with the stone spikes in the way, you've got a decent cover for the moment.
"Oh don't you even dare think about turtling it out!"
Of course, that might not stop her.



Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [4]:
"I trust that's a good thing?"
"Well, for Vlad over there it isn't, but you aren't insufferable."
You leap forward, knives bared and ready to strike, and #5 waits until you're within melee range to leap back. The two of you clash blows, using Keltzinogre as your striking weapon while keeping Durendal back to counter any of her blows. You both make it across to the far side of the arena with your clash, and #5 bounces up into the air moments before she would have crashed into the wall behind her.
You crash into the wall.



Amazigh ("Amazigh") [6]:
"Ooh, that's gotta sting."
#3 staggers, but does not fall.
"Not... done yet.
HEY BLUE! CAN I USE THE BOOB RELEASE THING?"
"What."
"Go right ahead, I'm not helping you afterwards though!"
"WHAT."
#3 plants her sword in the ground, and uses it to push herself fully to her feet. She takes a deep breath, and suddenly there's a soft orange glow around her, slowly intensifying. She exhales slowly, and you notice the charred black on her stomach is patchily replaced with a pink as her skin renews itself.
"Let's do this."



Tomaster (Vladimír Shurla) [8]:
"Lady, you have some deeply unresolved issues."
She roars at you and throws a rock the size of a minifridge, missing by a good 10 feet. Unless she was trying to kill the stands 10 feet to the left, in which case they're very dead.
You open fire with everything on your left arm and fire both Fletchette pods, sending a hailstorm of bullets and shells directly down at her. At the same time, a number of leg sized rods (pencils to #6), go up into the air, before blasting downwards in an explosive burst of speed. #3 stumbles back and shields herself with her arms, causing most of the rounds to merely bounce off.
Most.



GlowstickNinja (Jackson Winters) [6]:
You crouch down a bit, indicating that she can use your shoulder for support.
"If you wish to continue using that as support however that is perfectly alright. It's the least I can do considering what I did to your arm."
"Oh gawd, stop, I'm gonna puke man. I got my arm cut off, big whoop. Not like it can't be reattached."
"Wait. What?"
"By the way!"
*BLAMBLAMBLAM*
A quick triplet of shots blasts up into your head from below your chin, and you fall backwards to the ground.
"Stop freaking out so much, you're making me look bad. It hurts a bit... ok a ton, but I'll be fine later."
"FREAKING OW!"
"Damned OP Regeneration... Why couldn't #2 or 5 take you, they could've handled this bull."



Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [8]:
You pop out of the wall with a bit of struggling, and stumble forward, then dust yourself off and take a sort of boxer's stance, fists held up in front of you.
"Baby, I'd be happy to one on one you any time."
Your Megido system kicks in just in time to block a flying kick, then a flurry of smaller kicks, then a small boulder that #2 beats rapidly against the shield.
She then walks a few feet away and sits down on the boulder to catch her breath.
:3



Game Events: It's okay to just let her use the release like that?
"It was either that or admit defeat. A wound like that would slow her down considerably, and he's one of the competent ones."
True, but the side effects-
"Won't be a problem until after the battle, unless she uses it above 80% or so. Probably. And anyway, that one's just a copy."
Still, I don't like seeing my little Nay-nay hurt herself.
Blue makes a little noise.
"Sorry I just sorta... threw up in my mouth a little bit."

#1 is at the foot of the stands.
#2 is fighting Grif.
#3 is fighting Amazigh, is using "Boob Release Thing".
#4 is retired. Jackson Wins!
#5 is fighting Vadim.
#6 is in the center of the arena.