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It had been a very long time since Omega had last been activated.  Being separated from the Dark Elf for so long, especially after fighting Zero, had depleted Omega of his energy, leaving him in a stasis while he recharged.  Fortunately, Omega had been left alone as he recharged - Likely considered by most who passed by his unconscious body to be dead.  Their mistake. Omega decided with a grin.  It was only a matter of time before Li's God of Destruction returned, and now that he was back, it was time - time to enjoy the destruction he would wreak, and finally get his hands on Zero and tear him to bloody - Er, oily? - pieces.  Their last duel had been quite interrupted, but the next time they met, which would hopefully be outside of this himself-forsaken arena, there would be nothing sparing that poor copy of Omega.

That said, Omega had just woken up.  For now, he'd be satisfied with warming up against the small fry in Li to have the climatic final battle against Zero another day.  As such, Omega stood on the arena with the unreasonably limiting rules once more.  The gates on one side of the arena would open, and Omega would stroll out onto the arena, grinning like a madman as clicked a button on the side of the stick he kept at his waist, revealing it to be his purple, triangle-shaped O-Saber.  Omega strode across the battlefield as if he owned it, not yet letting loose his full, crazed bloodlust.  That said, Omega could already feel his will to maintain composure - even for a moment - slipping.  He felt his sword hand begin to twitch and his blood begin to boil - Figuratively, of course.  Come on, hurry up and call the fight, ref.  I'm ready to show everyone how the real Zero fights!

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OoC: Getting back into the role of Omega is gonna be fun.
Next up: @phreezey

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The jabbering of a squalid voice rang out with the sounds of chains rattling opposite of Omega. Chumai was not a fan favorite, not even a close second to be hated. He was unknown, and regularly bet against before this fight was even scripted. He walked out, arms down and palms out, ready for absolution to finally embrace him. He knew this one was a tough fight, but he was ready for anything. The hopeless, after all, are often the best fighters. An arid breeze drew the scent of what smelled like battery acid into the room, as he spit a loogie onto the floor, which hissed as if afraid to touch the ground. He did not assume a fighting stance yet, but began to speak to his foe directly, assuring himself of his fate.

"I've heard little of you, perhaps it's for the best. I don't seek much, machine, I just wish for a break from this reality. The wrath of the gods themselves pouring against me is too much to bear, so I hope you're not too self-absorbed to take it easy on me. It'd be a shame to squander your full fighting potential."

Those frail, furtive looking hands gripped the manacles in each hand, turning them to face as if whips on each wrist, attached to him like a heavy weight. His grip was a bit weak, but overall firm with the strength of an average man. He looked to be able to take a beating, but, rather than ready himself for combat, he bowed his head, lashing himself once on the back lightly...

"For my sin I bear I strike my body."

He did so again...

"For the sin it bears I strike my body."

..and a last one, which actually cracked forward when he was done, readying to fight.

"...For the sin you bear, I shall strike your body."

[Mr. Game & Watch]

As the duo of seemingly psychotic individuals entered the ring, the crowd in the colosseum stands surrounding them fell silent. They didn’t cheer, they didn’t clap, they merely groaned as they gazed down upon the two individuals. Sure, there were a couple who managed to mistake Omega for the real Zero, and began applauding in his wake, but over time they slowly stopped their clapping and began to awkwardly sit back down as the others around them glared in an unpleasant manner. The spectators were not as plentiful as usual for the Stadium, mostly because people came around to see respectable figures in their society duel each other in an impressive manner, not so much a couple of brawlers looking to see bloodshed.

Regardless of the audience’s rather fickle mood toward the combatants, there was one beckon of brightness and joy within the arena, and it was the peculiarly impressive dental work of a certain shade sporting simian.

“Cool yah jets, mon” Funky Kong answered to Omega’s impatience as he sly slipped into the center area of the gladiator pit. “I’mma ‘bout to lay the smack down on all yah brains with these few simple rules of combat. I don’t quite know what happens if you break ‘em, but Lt Surge told me he’s put some new defense mechanisms in this place, so unless yah wanna get an exploding ball-Pokemon thingy launched at yah faces yah might want to listen up. Neither of yah better be using outside help in this fight, no allies, no items. There’s no killing, I mean, yah can beat them all yah want, but we kinda need them to fight another day. Lastly, yah get five bouts ta do as much damage as possible. If that is agreed upon, we cool!” the funky monkey announced as he stuck two thumbs way up.

“Let’s see what ‘cha got, bruddahs!” He finished as he back flipped back into the safety of the stands.

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"Ware wa meshia nari!" Omega yelled, before letting out his typical cold, metallic laugh.  Omega would swiftly grip the handle-esque thing at his side, before clicking a button on the side.  A triangle-shaped purple laser would eject from it, practically humming with energy.  Light would begin to gather around Omega's buster, rapidly charging the gun.  Omega would begin a slow stride towards Chumai, giggling.  "Don't fret." Omega instructed the seeming religious nut that was his opponent, taking the occasional pause between words to giggle a little bit more.  "I pardon all sins when you're on the end of my blade.  Just hold still, and I'll make this quick."

Omega would suddenly cease his slow stride forward, and instead break into a full sprint towards his opponent, laughing his cold laugh like a maniac as he approached.  Suddenly stopping, Omega would crouch and and shoot into the air, holding his saber in front of him as he descended on Chumai, aiming to cut into his flesh with a single blow.

[Dexterity Roll] mZ91aWK5p_1d20+3(Eh.  Alrightish roll.) {7%}

Regardless of the results of his initial attack, Omega would bring his saber into the air and come down for another strike, aiming to cut his opponent from his shoulder to his waist.  While it doubtfully would be very effective against Chumai, it was a technique he was quite used to using.  His time in the Elf Wars and Neo Arcadia had given him plenty of time to exercise it.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(Erk.) {7%}

To finally finish, Omega would forsake the concept of aiming and aim a quick vertical slash from his opponent's other shoulder, straight down.  Afterwards, Omega would quickly back away and ready his saber for another approach and combo, assuming his opponent didn't attempt to counter with attacks of their own.  Omega would laugh once more as he closed in again.  "You don't have to worry about your sin any more, weakling!  I am God!  I am Death!  I am your end!"

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(I'm disappointed.) {7%}

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OOC: Yay.  'Judgement Day' seemed appropriate.
Battle Theme: 
Next up: @phreezey

{GW: Roll 16 DEX to dodge first slash. If hit, roll 15 DEX to dodge second slash, otherwise roll 13 DEX. Roll 14 DEX for last strike. Or use Bubble Shield instead of dodging.} 1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3

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This was it, it was time for combat. The fervor of anger, and the calm of clemency with his situation took hold to guide him. He could feel his senses slowing as the fight began, and as the groovy kong left the battlefield. He gripped his manacles tight, readying himself to move if need be. He watched as Omega's left foot stepped forth, then the right, then the left again in such haste. He could see the overarching weapon coming down, and with his legs already moving out...

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...he managed to leap away from the first hit, tumbling as the pursuing slash came in, he tried to move once more...

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...with near swift elegance, he stumbled away from the second slash, and then saw the third coming in. He went for a third movement out of the way...

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But sadly was slashed across the chest as he pivoted to dodge. He could feel the energy searing his skin as it dug deep, cutting out as he clutched his chest. His eyes locked, and his vision narrowed on Omega. He wasn't going into some bout of insanity like the crowd might think, nor was he getting furious. He was focusing, steeling himself to strike. Crossing his arms and whipping them forth on either end, his chains rattled, readying for a first strike. He whipped his head back, and spat out a sizzling glob of saliva, sailing towards Omega at an alarming rate.

(Wisdom Roll)p_1d20+1

Afterwards, he began to stumble from the sheer might of the blob, before his right arm's skin began to turn red, but before then he whipped a manacle forward to strike Omega.

(Strength Roll)p_1d20 {4% and 10% chance to stun}

Finally, he stood a leg back, letting the beast's claw charge up, readying himself to strike at any moment...

(GW: Roll 10 or higher CON to avoid Caustic Saliva, roll 13 DEX to dodge Manacle Swipe)1d20-1·1d20-1·1d20-1·1d20+1·1d20

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“…I dunno, Big Top, this audience really doesn’t seem like they want to be here. It’s really strange.”

“I think we’re live…”

“AH! YES! Welcome one and all to the event of a life time! All twenty of you that are here! You guys are the real troopers! We don’t get big names duking it out every day, but you loyal fans are what keep us going! Props to you!”

“…Yes, thank you people who sit around and watch people fight all day when we’re in apocalyptic times, you guys are the real troopers…”

“Ah, don’t be so hard on them, Big Top, we do the same thing!”

“Oh, I didn’t say we were any better. Remember the last time we were in a fight? If we weren’t busy doing this we’d be dead.”

“Or a very valuable asset to the Starvia!”

“…Unless they throw parties that need sponsors like us, I doubt we would be useful…”

“Nonsense! We have plenty of other skills! Like commentating on this match! Look at how many times that Zero looking guy tried to slash the uh… chain guy! Who’s that guy?”

“…I dunno, apparently the crowd doesn’t like him…”

“Well, I’m rooting for him! Look at the power of that loogy! That gives me the perfect idea for a new mini game at Mario’s next party! Oh I can’t wait to see the look on Mario’s face when I tell him! He loves my mini game ideas!”

“…Considering that he’s never hired us for another party after the first one, I don’t think he’s a big fan of your mini games…”

“Of course he is! Do you know how long it took me to come up with that game where you shake a can of soda and see whose sprays the highest!? Oh Mario loved that one! His hands never stopped shaking!”

“His hands were shaking because he was strangling you, right?”

“…Some wounds never heal…”

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Omega grinned as his opponent finally made a move to attack Omega.  Their initial attack seemed to some kind of saliva-esque thing - Not something Omega had ever really encountered before, but, of course, there was no reason that Omega couldn't evade this attack like the rest of them.  Suddenly stopping, Omega would crouch and then spring into the air, still pointed in Chumai's direction, in an effort to evade the incoming attack.

[Dexterity Roll] daVRpfU8p_1d20+3(Yay.)

Omega's leap would easily manage to veer him above the attack's path, but it would seem that his opponent's barrage of attacks wasn't quite finished yet.  The seeming religious nut down there, who was worshipping ALL of the wrong deities while Omega still lived, drew their arm back.  If Omega were to guess, his opponent was going to attack him with... Something.  As such, while he descended towardss Chumai, he held his saber in front of him and prepared to answer the incoming attack.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(That was a bit close.)

Using his saber, Omega shoved the incoming manacle out of they way, to his side.  As Omega was finally within saber range, he would quickly begin his counterattack.  Holding the saber in both hands, Omega would quickly do a frontflip.  While energy shots would come out of all ends, Omega wasn't really concerned with them at the moment.  For now, he just wanted to feel his saber cut through his opponent's skin, hear him cry out in pain...

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(Erk.){10%}

As Omega hit hte ground, it would be quite clear he wasn't done yet.  Quickly whipping his O-Saber around, Omega would aim a slash at Chumai's chest,  before crouching once move with his saber behind him.  Putting all of the force he could into his arms and legs, Omega would whip the blade skyward and leap into the air, aiming to land a serious blow on his opponent.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(How concerning.){7%}
[Strength Roll]p_1d20+3(I mean, I guess it's a little bit better.){25%}

As Omega's combo continued, blue energy would gradually begin to gather from the air around him into the Buster Omega had at his side.  It would be pretty clear what it meant to Omega - His buster had reached its first level of a charge.  Just a little bit more, and Omega would actually be able to use the damn thing for some decent damage.

(GW: Roll 8 DEX to dodge front flip, roll 6 DEX to dodge O-Saber slice, if hit by O-Saber, roll 13 DEX to dodge next attack, if not, roll 11 DEX. Or use Bubble Shield)1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3

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This could not continue, he couldn't just keep getting grazed by these attacks! He had to act, and fast, or Omega was going to chip away at him! Stepping towards the left, he attempted to evade that spiraling death wheel that Omega had become. His foot left the ground, and...

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Alas, he was cut, falling back as he felt the cut housed deep inside his chest go deeper. Scrambling to his feet, he was still preparing that claw, but now it was a test of skill among all else. He watched his foe's leap, and tried to roll this time, curling and tumbling backwards. He had yet to land a hit, but this would come in time...

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With that, the last two swings were failed, the upward swing and the other strike were both evaded with barely any room left for counter attacks. This wouldn't stop Chumai, however, now his foe proved it was anything goes. First and foremost, he had to get rid of this claw, it was beginning to shake and tremble as he clenched that fist-turned-claw, charging it for a last bit of effort before lunging suddenly at Omega, hoping to rake across his face!


(are you kidding me)p_1d20(Doesn't even matter)

He stumbled at this swing, falling flat on his face, and unable to even execute this attack. However, this frustration and his combined, pent up rage was finally at fever pitch. As he began to rise, bones began to rearrange, his skin writhed with the texture of that one claw. He could feel himself turning. In a glorious, gross, yet beautiful metamorphosis, Chumai had transformed into that great and terrible creature that lay within his skin. He was... hungry. Oh so hungry. Hungry hungry. Was the metal man food? He looked like food. Chumai dashed forward with inhuman rage, those claws coming out in a terrible assault, two slashes, one from each, lifted high before they were dropped into the earth with shattering force.


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It seemed, however, until Omega had proper time to counterattack, this creature was a tad off balance in his transformation. He would need to readjust to his body properly before he could function at full power. "HRAAAAAAGH! NGGGROOOOH!"


Current Debuffs: -1 DEX (1 turn remaining)
Damage Sustained: 17%

(GW: Roll 7 DEX to dodge first swipe, if hit, roll 13 to dodge next swipe, if not roll 11 DEX to dodge. Or use Bubble Shield)1d20-1·1d20-1·1d20-1·1d20·1d20+5·1d20+5

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“Flips! Dodges! Falling flat on your face! This match has it all! And we’re only at the half way mark! Oooo this will be exciting! What says the Big Top!?”

“Yep there’s definitely a lot of that going on.”

“And is there no more perfect way to describe it!?”

“…I dunno, that skinny guy looks like he’s got something going wrong with him…”

“Ah, he’s just transforming to his true self! He’s unleashing the beast as it were! He’s finally accepting himself for who he truly is and that is a breakthrough, Big Top! I’m so glad that we as audience can witness it firsthand!”

“…You knew he could do that?”

“Of course! Didn’t you read his dossier! It’s written very clearly!”

“…I don’t remember there being any dossier… and I’m on your head throughout 75% of every day… Speaking of which, I have no idea how I ended up with such an ungodly punishment…”

“Of course there was! I’m always well researched on every combatant that enters this arena!”

“…That’s sarcasm, right?”

“Pish posh! Never used such demeaning tones! Everything I say is 100% legitimate! Now, let me tell you a little story about our friend Zero down there!”

“…There is no way that’s Zero…”

“Of course he is! Now, as I was saying…”

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Omega let out a howl of laughter as his opponent triumphantly fell on his face during his efforts to make a counterattack.  "Is that really your best?!  If you stepped in here, I had hoped I'd find a half-competent opponent.  It seems I've been disappointed yet again."  Omega mocked his opponent for their mistake with a condescending grin plastered over his face.  His opponent seemed quite frustrated about their mistake as well.  He went huff... and puff...

And, suddenly, he was a giant, hulking beast trying to slash Omega with his claws.  ...Alright, that's a new one.  I guess he's more than a little upset about his lack of progress. Omega decided.  Oh well.  I guess I won't be bored fighting him any more. For the time being, Omega brought his saber in front of him in case he needed to parry the incoming attack.

[Dexterity Roll] Q1d6DWCMp_1d20+3(HELL YEAH.  Coulda used this for an attack, but oh well.)

Omega would let out a grin as he easily backstepped out of the way of the way of the first swipe.  That said, the raging beast wasn't quite finished yet.  Drawing back its other hand, it went for yet another slash on Omega.  Still grinning, Omega would attempt to sidestep out of the way of the attack.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(Yeeeeeeesssssss)

Yet another easy dodge.  Omega would duck under the incoming swipe and roll to the side.  Suddenly, the blue energy being absorbed into Omega's buster would turn into an orange shade.  Omega would grab the buster with his free hand and aim it at Chumai.  "No matter how many transformations you use, the end result will always be the same.  A weakling like you could never hope to match a god." Omega proclaimed before firing a shot out of his buster.  Instead of the usual pellets one would expect from a buster the size that Omega was holding, however, the result was a massive shot, easily the size of Omega, being fired at a pretty close range.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(I am loving this.  Although, the rest of my rolls may be pretty bad.) {23%}

Dashing behind the giant buster shot, Omega would return his buster, which had resumed its charge, and his saber back to his waist and instead charged at the beast bare-handed, the Omega symbol on his hand glowing an ominous pink color before he clenched his fist and aimed a supercharged punch at Chumai's face.  "Even if you're the big bad wolf, I could still beat you down with my bare hands!" Omega would declare, followed up by his trademark laugh.

[Strength Roll]p_1d20+3(Aww.  I guess a bad one had to happen eventually.){15%}

Finally, Omega would clutch his saber from his side, retrigger it, and perform a quick slash as he leapt away from Chumai.  I'm displeased with the 'challenge' laid before me.  He hasn't managed to strike me once, yet.  Although, I guess I can't hold everyone to the standards of those back at Neo Arcadia.  I clearly expect too much from this 'Li' place.  Fighting Zero was way more entertaining. Omega decided, already growing bored with his opponent.

[Dexterity Roll]p_1d20+3(PFFFFT - Coulda used this for my punch roll.){7%}

(GW: Roll 18 DEX to dodge Omega Buster, roll 5 DEX to dodge punch, roll 19 DEX to dodge O-Saber. Or use Bubble Shield)1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3

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With the little voice yelling Bubbles! Bubbles! in his mind, the beast had no other option but to block those incoming attacks with the ball thingy. Curling his arms up to his head, and absorbing each attack hurled with the bubble shield, he felt each one rock his guard further and further. Each strike blasting more and more of the mass off of him, until it was shriveled to about two thirds of it's total size.
(BUBBLE SHIELD CAPACITY 66%)

Slobbering and raging, Chumai wasn't going to let Omega win. He wasn't going to let this pretty boy just waltz in and knock him around, and even the beast was getting pretty frustrated. With his balance reinstated, he was able to work. His hind legs were pushed back, as he dug his claws into the dirt, and HURLED HIMSELF right at Omega, roaring as he somersaulted towards his foe in the air, arms outstretched to be ready to fall right on his foe...

(Strength Roll for Whirling Tackle) {7%}
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Regardless if he was going to be on his foe or not, those claws came back out again, in a flurry to strike Omega as hard as he could. The left came out horizontally, then the right came down vertically to crush his foe into dust... He wasn't having any of this anymore. "GHRAAAA! FL'AGHN HN'OHF!"

(Two strength Rolls for Ravenous Swipe x2) {5% each}
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(GW: Roll 13 DEX to dodge Whirling Tackle, if hit, roll 10 and 18 DEX for the Ravenous Swipes, if not, roll 8 and 16 DEX to avoid Ravenous Swipes. If Whirling Tackle is successful in its grapple, roll both a Strength and Dexterity check, if either are above 7 you break free)1d20+5·1d20+5·1d20+5

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“-And that’s how Zero and his friends managed to escape the belly of the great King Dodongo! Of course, no one really knows what happened to those experimental Poison Mushrooms, it would’ve made future missions so much easier!”

“…Zero wasn’t even conscious for that one…”

“But he was there in spirit, Big Top! Along with that pasty robot guy! Whatever happened to him anyway!?”

“…I think I would also rethink my life if I was eaten by a giant dinosaur and nearly got infected.”

“Speaking of eating! It looks like our big red chum down there is trying to get himself an acquired taste for metal! Look at him go, Big Top! Like a true animal! It is quite poetic, isn’t it?!”

“I don’t quite see how any of this could be considered as artful…”

“A beast of the jungle struggling to defeat the synthetic creations of man! It is the kind of thing that hits you directly in the soul! Have we gone too far, Big Top! Has our technology outranked the sensibilities of nature!?”

“…What jungles have you visited that have something like that living within it natively?”

“That defeats the purpose of the art, Big Top! You’re thinking too critically!”

“…The point of art is to think of it critically. Besides, could you really call two peop-… things beating the snot out of each other art?”

“Anything can be art, Big Top! You just think far too negatively! It is the flow of creativity and passion that creates a good piece of art! Our two combatants are giving it their all down there! Where else would you get more passion!?”

“…I have a lot of passion in proving you wrong, does that make it art?”

“Hrm, perhaps it would be perceived as abstract art!”