(Well...he gave himself the spotlight and just stopped posting, so we're all here just waiting for something to happen, I guess. Sure, it's dead :x)
(Heck, I was waiting for someone to make a post before I started the fight. I figured everyone got bored with the RP)
(Perhaps when we have a string of OOC chatter like this, we should instead post it all in the OOC thread for this RP.) Seeing the next fight was about to begin, he turns his attention back to the stadium. Seeing that the match up is a Tartaran and a Naturalan, he continues to look on with interest. The more fights he watches, the better he can understand the strengths and weaknesses of the winning combatant. Hearing the banter between the two fighters, he isn't sure if the pony from the Natural Realm is nervous or cocky. This should certainly be an interesting fight.
Everlast's voice rang through the stadium, "Now fight!" Firebreeze smiled, "You can go first, pal." Inferno growled at Fire and charged at him head first. When he was close enough, Firebreeze jumped up and kicked Inferno's head into the ground. Inferno, slightly dazed, gets up and runs at Fire again, but this time lands a kick under his chin. Breeze is knocked up into the air and lands on his back. "Your move, dirt!" Inferno calls out. Firebreeze slowly gets up and cracks his neck, "Gladly, hell spawn." He then flies directly at Inferno, tackling and holding him against the ground. "This is gonna hurt me a little less than it's gonna hurt you." Fire says as he headbutts Inferno right between the eyes, knocking him out.
Firebreeze stood victorious in the stadium with a smug look on his face and was soon teleported back to the stands with his teammates. Everlast appeared in the center of the stadium, "The Naturalan is the winner! Now please enjoy a short intermission."
Watching the fight, Ecliptic began to cheer. "Yeah! Natural Realm for the win!" His mind was clear now and he started looking around at the other combatants, studying them, and trying to develop a stratagy. Hopefully, I'll be in the later fights. Ecliptic thought, It'll give me a chance to watch everyone's fighting styles.
"Throw, open your eyes. Throw, c'mon, it's time to wake up!" Throw groaned as he heard new voices flooding the room around him. Forcing himself up, he noticed that he was in a starch white room with what looked to be some surgeons. "Ah! You're up! Fantastic! Now, we were able to repair all damages in your legs, but I'm sorry to say the fur won't be growing back. Have fun with the rest of the tournament!" Throw glanced at his legs, noticing two of them had long lines of missing fur, exposing the pink flesh below. He got up on his own and was about to leave the room when he was suddenly teleported back into his space at the stands. 'Curious magic...' he thought as he watched the remaining of the next battle end. Glancing towards his fellow Tartarans, he noticed there were only 3. Looks like they were down to four competitors. 'Brace yourselves for the future, brothers,' he thought. 'Events shall soon be dangerous.'
