[PolarStarQuote]

Ragna would find a message slipped under his door, with no real formal lettering. Just a plain note, that smelt somewhat of a rustic area, and perhaps...Pizza? In any case, the note read as such.

"To who it may concern, Yes, you Mister Bloodedge.

I've come to notice that alt of people have begun mistaking Me, for you! I'm tired of loosing business at Devil May Li because people don't want "That underdog Ragna" working for them. So, in turn, I'm challenging you to a 1 on 1. No special rules or crap like that, just you and me duking it out. So, people will know which one is worth while here. Go ahead and chicken out, it's to be expected.

From, Dante, The son of Sparda." 

at the arena, the aforementioned Dante would be sitting in the center of the arena, sitting on the far left of a long couch, a pizza box on his direct right to him as he awaited his challenger.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Apparently, Ragna was busy taking a shower, his Azure Grimoire arm having been polished, the left arm which was the Idea Engine Arm taken off because of it being a cybernetic Prosthetic that would short circut if paced in water.

The moment Ragna got out of the shower, he had towel dried himself off completely and placed the aformentioned prosthetic limb back on and was busy getting his gear back on when he noticed the note.

"Guy can't get a break in edgewise, huh..." Ragna said, his eyes roving at the note, the lingering scent of PIZZA all to familiar with the guy he was mistaken for. "Looks like a shoehorn from the idiots club wants to have a round with me... Not my fault I look like the guy, especially since I only have mismatched eyes and the brooding personality of a badass... I must be pretty popular in the arena if this punk wants to go one-on-one with me. Oh; well... May as well go entertain that bastard then." Ragna said as he hefted the BloodScythe and heavy red Jacket off his couch, especially covering up a case where he had the Super Starman that he intended to give to a certain Crimelord. The sound of a door opening and closing signaled Ragna's exiting his place of residence in the business district of the Life Sphere which was aptly named 'The Beast Pit' and Ragna headed to the Stadium to begin combat with Dante.

the moment he entered the stadium, he saw his opponent lounging on a couch, Ragna cared little about being Lazy, so long as he had the reason to keep his rep of being a govenment smashing military hater. "Let's get this over with, I've got things that need doing later that don't concern devil hunters." Ragna said as calmly as posible, hiding the fact that even he was still on a schedule.

[Mr. Game & Watch]

As the two red cloak wearing combatants met eye to eye, a noise that was akin to a retro computer booting up echoed from the tunnel entrances. The flat man himself, Mr. Game & Watch thought it’d be best that he finally took to the work on the opposite side of the ring. He would become a referee. Of course, who else was better suited for the job than the hero of the Life Sphere, the man with two victories under his belt.

He stood between the two, noticing that Dante was one of the fighters. Mr. G&W then peered over to the other one, almost convinced he was seeing double. He recognised the face, but couldn’t put a name to it. It happened a lot, being that Mr. G&W is celebrity status and he knew many other citizens like… He can’t be bothered to remember them all. Anyways, he had a brief chuckle… Oh! Now Game & Watch remembers! That was one of his lackeys who helped him catch Waluigi. Not that he needed help doing that, he is the almighty hero of the Life Sphere, he had a statue at one point, where were these guys’ statue?

Right, he was supposed to be explaining the rules. Game & Watch began to beep and bloop at the two of them for a about a minute or two, stating the rules in the same manner that Lt Surge would, only in his non-decipherable language. He looked to the two of them in a quizzical manner, wondering if either of them understood the concepts. They were simple of course, but Mr. G&W didn’t expect these mouth breathers to be able to get them the first go around. G&W could, but he’s also a god in his own right, so it wasn’t fair for him to compare people to himself.

[PolarStarQuote]

Dante smirked with a emotion of playfullness and excitement. In truth, dante was kind of excited to be able to fight Ragna the blood edge, someone who had been in the arena constantly. A veteran...Well, veteran would be a title for soemone who won all those times. Dante didnt know what to refer ragna to. Dante got up from his couch, kicking it away to the side lines, the pizza box landing on his left hand. Dante took out a last slice of pizza. Plain cheese, considering toppings would be ridiculously hard to come by these days, but still pizza none the less. Dante ate the last slice quickly, wipng his lips and throwing the empty box to the wind, shooting it with Ebony to make the card board box break apart.

Dante looked over to the ref stand, waving at the flat man happily. "Oh, hey, its the old man! How's that game i lent you??" Dante asked, smiling, unknown of the cruel twist of fate that was thrown at G&W, that was known as moundo's big fat as-Er....Feet. Dante nodded, waving his hand in circles to let G&W know he was essentially wasting his time by re-explaining the rules again. "We got it...Now, Mister bloodedge. Show me what you got, Baby!" Dante said, then punching the air quickly and repeatedly, swiping the bridge of his nose, and getting into a Bruce Lee style fighting pose.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Ragna gave a nod in the general direction of the referee, who he could care much less about unless he knew the sheer misery that he was going through at the moment.

He then took his bloodscythe and slamed the point clean i to the ground, the force of which if continuously done would be strong enough to crack through refined nintendium alloy. "This isn't exactly a playground, you know." Ragna said as he pulled his weapon out of the grpund, praying that hazama knew to stay away from this fight.

[Mr. Game & Watch]

Mr. G&W looked away from the two in a nervous fashion as Dante mentioned the game device that he had gotten from the shop keep. He rubbed the back of his neck as he attempted to not make a scene based on the mere mention of his supposed final way home. That wasn’t the discussion though! He had to ref the match, be a man, just like Lt Surge, wherever that glorious man is residing at the moment.

Just like that, the 2D twig puffed up his chest, crossed his arms, and turned back to face them. Unfortunately he didn’t have the sunglasses to fill the bill, but his entire body being the same shade as the infamous referee’s specs had to earn him some points. The bold figure continued to bather in the ear bleeding language that none of them could understand until he finally brought out his trusty flag. He raised the object into the air and finally swooped it down like he was a young school girl initiating a drag race. Immediately afterwards he leapt into the air, aided by his fireman troupe and their convenient spring-like safety net, which proceeded to launch him somewhere outside the arena. Where? People still question to this very day, some say he collided with a hotdog stand, others question whether or not there was a hotdog stand within the Life Sphere to begin with.

[PolarStarQuote]

“I’ll assume that’s good” Dante said to the ref, assuming his beep’s were something other than what he was saying. With the flag being brung down, dante took out rebellion , gripping it loosely with both hands, before winding it back and literally throwing the sword like a spear, aiming the sharp bit towards ragna’s chest. Dante then took out both Ebony and ivory, aiming the gun's at his flying sword and shooting the handle of it, making it jet forward faster and faster on wing's of bullets.


pAQBTEDnp_1d20+2=17

Dante then started running, sprinting across the arena before leaping high into the air, and aiming ivory point blank into ragna's face, right between the eye's. "Hear the lullaby? Rest in peice, baby!" Dante said, before completely attempting to throw off ragna by grabbing his sword from mid-air and bringing it down to slash him across the chest.


p_1d20+1=17 [Double 17 power!]

(roll 15 Dex to dodge the first shot, if hit roll 16 to dodge the next, otherwise roll 15)1d20·1d20

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

GZFU8CZAp_1d20{Dodged the bullet}
p_1d20{but took the other}

Ragna reacted to the sudden attack by merly walking out of the first bullets path, but the point blank bullet still hit, and that stung like an arrogant S.O.B{To bring closure to vulgar language} but when Dante's sword came swinging down to try to cut into him, Dante's Rebellion would be blocked by the sudden violent upward slashing of the Bloodscythe when Ragna turned to retaliate, canceling out what Dante would do.

"Don't even try to make this worth your while, kid." Ragna said, his Red eye giving off a demonic vibe that could chill even the most formidable of opponents.  But that wasn't all, Dante didn't notice that he was standing in Ragna's assault zone, so Ragna was clearly planing to beat the snot out of someone today.

Ragna then proceeded to launch his own attacks.  The first move he used was the Devoured by Darkness, which would probably hurt like a bull loose in a china shop.
p_1d20+2{Devoured By Darkness of critical Damnation}

Then launched into a Blood Scythe Spin Attack to blast Dante away from hi9m faster than Dante can hope to react.
p_1d20+2{Oh so fine Spin Attack}

{Sorry if short post is short, been thinking of what to write.}

(Roll 18 Dex to dodge Devoured by Darkness, if it lands roll 17 Dex on next attack, if not roll 15 Dex)1d20·1d20·1d20+2·1d20+2

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“One second, I think there’s still monkey hair on my seat. Can you believe they replaced us with an ape? Can’t belie- Is this thing on?”

“There’s an off switch for your microphone? Why hasn’t someone turned that thing off before?”

“WELCOME Life Sphere! Another glorious battle for you all! Hey and we even had a celebrity referee, not too shabby for us, am I right?”

“Who?”

“Mr. Game & Watch of course!”

“The hermit with a pet goldfish? When was the last time he did anything significant?”

“He gave me his autograph”

“That’s like saying ‘I went to Mushroom Kingdom, I got this rare souvenir called a coin.’”

“Each one is a special snowflake. Speaking of special snowflakes! We got some white haired combatants on the field, how’s that for a segue way!? What say you, Big Top!?”

“…They’d look cooler if they had more belts.”

“Hm, you’re right! Dante’s belt level is significantly lower than Ragna’s! We need to even this out in order to make this a fair fight! Audience members, we are calling upon you for your belts! Please, single file line!”

[PolarStarQuote]

nQPscEprp_1d20+2=21


p_1d20+2=20

Dante smirked, side stepping Ragna's devoured by darkness as the dust kicked up from the attack seemed to make dante look like he flash stepped out of the way, Bleach style. Following it, Dante then barrel rolled over Ragna's blood scythe spin, grabbing onto the handle of ragna's weapon and taking it for a ride as ragna spun, letting out a fun "WOOOOHOHOHOOO!" as he rode on ragna's attack, before landing on  the ground behind ragna once he was done, then releasing a loud power chord on Nevan, releasing a electrical bat tornado to send ragna flying away from him.


p_1d20

"Go long!" Dante yelled, before continuing to rock out to the OST of DMC 3 [For it is the superior game], sending some projectile's of electric bat swarm's in ragna's direction, hoping to play keep-away with the azure grimoire wielder.


p_1d20[First bat swarm]


p_1d20[Second bat swarm]

(GW: Roll 11 Dex to dodge tornado, roll 7 Dex to dodge bat swarm and if hit by the first roll 17 Dex for the second, if not roll 15 Dex for the second)1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Dex roll A: bwVTKsZsp_1d20{crap!}
Dex Roll B: p_1d20{Craptastic...}
Dex Roll C: p_1d20{Crapperific!!}

Ragna took all those hits, but was still standing... the tornado pretty much backed him away from dante a good foot or so, but not far away to play 'keep away'.

"Those were some good moves, but you can't dodge me forever." Ragna said, dusting himself off, then retaliated with a Soul Eater infused punch
Str: 20+2=22{Natural Critical PAWNCH!}
Wis: 16+2=18{Formidible Soul Eater effect added to the punch}

Then followed up with a Grab & Stab.
Dex: 10{Avarage Grab}
Str: 20+2=22{Nat. Crit. Stab by a BFS!}

(GW: roll 18 Dex to dodge Eater Punch. Roll 12 Dex to dodge grab, if grappled roll 18 Str to break free before the grab and stab)1d20·1d20·1d20

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“Huh, our belt drive isn’t doing as well as I thought it would. Not a single audience member has donated!”

“Are you really that surprised? Most residents don’t even wear clothes… Except shoes and sometimes gloves for some reason.”

“That’s not true! At least one person should have a belt!”

“How many people do you know that wear belts?”

“… Ragna, Dante… Ummm…”

“Yeah that’s what I thought…”

“Ah! Here we go, we have a young little Koopa coming up to the booth with a belt, what’s your name, son?”

“… My dad just wants you two to shut up about belts and talk about the match…”

“Obviously he hasn’t been to a stadium match before…”

“Big Top! That’s no way to speak to our audience! We have to supply their demand! Now, let’s see… Are they still fighting down there?”

“Well, they’re not hugging it out, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t be so sure, Big Top! It looks like Ragna’s going in for that hug! OOOOO, the power of love is the strongest attack a man can dish out! Just you wait Big Top, Ragna could have this match in the bag if he manages to get his shirtless opponent to embrace his arms!”

“… Do you think at all before you speak?”

“Thinking is for scientists, Big Top! We are entertainers, we don’t need to think for anything!”

“I’m not surprised whatsoever.”

[PolarStarQuote]

3AAbhAAKp_1d20+2=5

p_1d20+2=18

Dante took the soul eater punch, and took it good, letting out a audible "Damn!" from the pain ragna delivered with it, but not before wave-dashing away from the grab, shaking his body to give himself a rush of adrenaline to keep going. "Woo! You pack a hell of a punch, so it looks like it's time to let loose!" Dante said, before demonic rune's started to surround him, any form of noise quieting as a invisible choir sang to dante's Transformation.

Bless me with the 

Leaf off of the tree 

On it I see 

The freedom reign 

We are falling 

The light is calling 

Tears inside me 

Calm me down 

Midnight calling 

Mist of resolving 

Crown me, with the 

Pure green leaf 

Praise to my father 

Blessed by the water 

Black night, dark sky 

The devils cry

Dante then exploded into a burst of red lightning, Revealing his Devil Trigger form to ragna. "Now it's time to party!" Dante's new demonic voice said, before dante rushed at ragna at high speed's to deliver a Ultra-powered Stinger, which in turn would blast ragna away with a surge of demon power to give dante a few options in term of a distance-based attack.


p_1d20+4=10


Dante then followed this by shoving his pulling out Pandora, and going into Missile Battery mode, firing off several red-electricity coated missile's which each flew into the air before coming at ragna from all angle's, looking to surround ragna entirely with nothing but pure explosive power. Dante then took out Ebony and ivory, aiming directly at the smoke cloud which would of erupted as he awaited to see ragna's next move to counter-act dante's 3 turn transformation, which would give him the upper-hand throughout the rest of this match.


p_1d20+5=15

(GW: Roll 12 Dex to dodge Stinger, if hit roll 16 Dex to Dodge missile battery, if not roll 15 Dex)1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Ragna was dumbfounded the moment Dante went demonic, Pity though that Ragna had just managed to shake the blinding crazy out of his eyes by seeing the Stinger and did the same thing that he did when he Fought Sol Badguy...
DEX ROLL A: 16{Mifune Dodge on Stinger}

Ragna had pulled that of with a good amount of skill, but then came the sound of a suitcase popping open and a MACROSS MISSILE MASSACRE ensued, Ragna made up his mind and got to where he was out of the blast radius in the nick of time before the missiles could even turn him into swiss cheese.
DEX ROLL B: 20{CRITICAL MACROSS MISSILE MASSACRE AVERSION!}

And most unfortunately for Dante, When the smoke cleared from the destruction, the only thing that was still there when the dust settled was the Bloodscythe, so he would be wondering where Ragna was, unaware that he was at the opposite end of the arena, and clapping his hands to make the echo resound throughout the entire stadium. "Nice one, pretty much the best you got because I'm just saving my Ultimate for the Final Round... Pity the Stinger and Macross Missile Massacre combo didn't work like it would have done, and with that, you have shown me your entire moveset in a nutshell, can't wait to see what you bring to the table this time, a Triple S Combo tactic perhaps? God knows I've done a few of those in the past battles, still wound up losing two and forcing a No Contest with Sol Badguy in the third. And you still can't dodge me forever, even with a limiter on that cosmetic change!" Ragna said in a calm voice, though there was an extreme hint of Sarcasm in there, and even so, This was just Ragna's Snarky Side, Dante would have to push Ragna's Berserk Button pretty early if he wanted to see his Devil Trigger be overidden by the even more badass Unlimited Ragna theme that accompanied the latter's Ultimate Attack.

Next Second, Ragna jumped onto the guardrail seperating the audience from the arena, and then lunged at Dante woth suprising speed, aiming to land a sucker punch on Dante to disarm him of his guns. "Real men fight with blades, not with pistols."
STR ROLL A: 17+2=19{Brutal PAWNCH}

then followed it with a kick to knock Dante back down to terra firma, with him ready to ensure that the Demonised son of a devil did not attempt to counteract ragna beforehand.
STR ROLL B: 20+2=22{Destructive critical kick}

Ragna would then land right next to his Bloodscythe after performing this rediculously short combo.

{The Trope 'Macross Missile Massacre' was used no less than three times, four if you count this memo!}

(GW: Roll 16 Dex to dodge the punch, roll 17 Dex to dodge critical kick)

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“OH OH! Big Top! It seems we got some call outs coming from Ragna! Real men don’t use pistols, what say you Big Top?”

“…Of all things going on in the match, why are we talking about this? We still haven’t finished our bit about belts yet.”

“This is important, Big Top! We must find out what weapon is superior for men to use! We may even need to confront the definition of man himself, Lt Surge!”

“…Doesn’t he use some sort of Electrode Launcher?”

“You heard it here, folks! The two in the ring right now aren’t real men, they don’t wield Electrode Launchers!”

“…How many belts do you think they would need to have in order to counteract that?”

“I’d say… They would at least need seven belts for them to be considered men without an Electrode Launcher! One for each limb, at least two for their pants and one more for their-”

“Hey! Look at the match!”

“Big Top! That’s the most excited I’ve ever heard you speak! Wait, nothing’s changed!”

“I know, I wanted to cut you off purposefully, its funnier that way.”

“This is a family friendly fist fight! I was going to say one for their-”

“Hey, look at Ragna kick that other guy.”

“Big Top! Let me fi-”

“I think I’ve found my new favourite thing to do during our sessions.”