[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Onaga was quite busy to say the least, of all the things that he had to do, preparing to reclaim Outworld was top Priority on his list, despite that it was on the bottom rung of the list but up the top of his ladder.  Being that he was a bit taller than bowser{Bowser reaching up to his shoulders}, the Dragon King was often openly opposed to being asked if he was indeed related to the Koopa King.

Today a Notice went out to all Stadium goers who wanted a good show, as it sounded like their lust for an action-packed Smash-Match would be sated by just watching Onaga beat the living Hoo-ha out of someone or vice-versa.

thou a note was also taped to the door of a certain Keyblade Weilder; the note read:

Come to the arena and face your first opponent...

Meanwhile, Onaga had been sitting on his Throne which was inside the stadium, though well outside the battle zone as it was situated in the furthest corner and obscured in shadow.  He waited for his opponent however, by itting on the ground, waiting for his opponent to come through those doors.

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shadows all around you as you surface from the dark

Ever since he had arrived in the Life Sphere, Roxas had been keeping a profile so low that not many knew that he even existed. It was how he had preferred to keep himself ever since the fiasco with the Organization. He had come to the Life Sphere for many reasons. The first being that, even as a Nobody, one without a Heart, he was still affected by the Starvia..somehow. Even he didn't know exactly how that worked. The second was that it offered him a chance to look at those who were on the verge of ending up like him, someone with all the pieces but no clue how to put them together. Yet, somehow, despite his ninja-like low profile, somebody had found him, and had challenged him to a battle. He didn't like being found so easily. So, he left his small, nondescript home, hood up as usual, and his full body coat and gloves hiding any and all skin. He had kept the Organization uniform because of the enchantment on it that made it very easy to hide. Most people that knew who he was only recognized him by his weapons, which, in all honesty, needed to be rectified. That would be done if he won this match. This world had locked down most of his powers and all but two of the keyblades he had earned throughout his year with the Organization. It was bad, but he dealt with it. 


As he arrived in the arena however, he was irritated to find that it was empty. However, his impression that it was empty lasted for all of two seconds as he noticed the enormous shadowy figure. His opponent it seemed. How did you find me? He asked, hood still up, still concealing his face. His voice held a sort of neutrality to it, hiding how much anger was about to burst forth from him in the battle to come. However, the observant spectator or opponent could read his anger from his body language, his fists were clenched, his stance was already a fighting one, and he had his hands out, one slightly behind the other, in a prime position to summon his trademark weapons, Oathkeeper and Oblivion. However, from all the combat he had watched in this very arena, he knew that they had to wait for someone to watch over the battle, make sure they stuck to the arena rules. He hated the wait, he wanted to just bring them forth and ram them through this creatures heart, but he couldn't do that just yet.

WORDS. Idk/Idc

TAGGED. Onaga

NOTES. First Fight

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Mr. Game & Watch]

As the two became acquainted with one another, a pool of Life Sphere citizens began to poor into the stands like a river running into an empty ocean. The word of mouth and signs speculated that this was a match to be seen. The old ruler of Outworld along with some sort of Keyblade wielding opponent was enough to sell tickets like they were watching Scorpion and Sub-Zero duking it out. There was even a special guest in the audience, here to either steal the attention of the show or to see how well someone else could wield the Keyblade, Mr. Game & Watch himself. A few fans stopped him before entering to get an autograph, but it was to be expected when he was going to such public places.

Even though there was a stray amount of echoes arising from the hustle and bustle of attendees, the flicker of some sort of propeller was not something that could be ignored so easily. A tiny pale blue figure floated through the sky and slowly propelled itself toward the location of the two fighters.

“Hello, welcome to the Sunshine Stadium. I shall be the referee for your match. Lt Surge had recently suffered from heat frustration, so I shall be recording your skills. If you would please report to the arena below, we can start this match” the machine commanded politely. It hovered just next to Onaga’s head starring at the dragon king with iits strange spiral like eyes. “That means you have to get up” the thing instructed him as though he was a toddler.

“While we’re all here though I might as well tell you all the rules” the tiny toy began to circle around the two warriors’ heads. “You are not to kill your opponent, that would just be rude. You cannot call for outside help or have anyone fight your own battles unless you create that being within the ring itself. Lastly you only have five rounds to do the best you can to prove your skills and damage your opponent. Would you like to hear these rules again?” the android chao asked as it continued to whirl around the two of them.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Onaga merly complied with standing up, his draconic gold eyes reflecting the visage of the hooded nobody before him. The Dragon King simply strode to the arena battleground in just five strides, height apparent to the onlookers.

"I know of the rules, I needn't worry about wanton violence or outside help." Onaga said with a calm tone, though he was also concerned about Lt. Surge, but put it to the back of his mind.

"I may not know the specifics, but I could smell the stink of infection from a mile off, child. As for finding out about you, I intend to see for myself." Onaga added, showing the nobody before him that he was ready to begin the Li version of the tournament that the Elder Gods had started; and the name of that game was known as Mortal Kombat.

TAGS: Roxas, Mr. Game & Watch

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shadows all around you as you surface from the dark

As he listened to what his opponent had to say, The key of destiny silently cursed the infection that plagued this world. He should have known that there would be beings on this planet that could detect those that were infected with Starvia. His body technically wasn't living, so any contact with Starvia he had lingered twice as long as it did than it would on someone that had a heart. He thought that his last contact with the infection had finally worked its way out of his system by now, but he was wrong it seemed. And as the robot asked if he understood the rules, Roxas nodded. Understood. He said as his weapons of choice, Oathkeeper and Oblivion, appeared in his hands in two flashes of light and darkness, respectively. Now that the weapons were in his hands, one could see the anger ready to burst from the hiding nobody. He hated when people stood in the way of his plans. It had happened with her, it had happened with Hayner, Pence, and Olette, and here it had happened again.  He couldn't catch a break, and it pissed him off. The minute the referee said that battle could begin, he would be moving. He wasn't planning on letting his opponent breathe for even a moment. He was going to decimate this human dragon, and he would remember this day for the rest of his life. He was going to make sure of it. 

WORDS. xxx

TAGGED. @namehere

NOTES. something goes here

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Mr. Game & Watch]

The substitute referee continued to circle around the group like some sort of mosquito looking for an appropriate place to land upon. The only difference being that the Omochao didn’t drink blood, or at least it could be assumed it didn’t since it was a robot. That tiny yet creepy smile it had though, it was hard to say anything with certainty about it.

The two finally crossed into the ring and the little metal being rested itself upon the stage, landing like a wobbly lawn dart until it was actually stably on the ground. The thing turned its head to both of the combatants in a naturally robotic manner. The tiny chao pulled out a tiny white flag from its back compartment and held it up with its tiny fist while eyeing the two once more. Like a machine’s lever, the thing flapped the flag and used its propeller to escape the ring before it could become caught in the crossfire. “Fight!” the Omochao announced as it returned to circling around the ring.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

The Outworld Ruler happily obliged the little chao by making the first strike in the form of his Signature Special Attack, the Super Powerbomb. "I hope you aren't afraid of heights, child." Onaga said as he grabbed the nobody in one of his Draconic hands, Flew 20 feet into the air, and dove down to slame his opponent clean into the ground. He then leaped back with a Jumping Stomp to send Roxas Flying out of the little crater and finished up with two mouth launched Fireballs to try and give his adversary a tan complexion.

TAGS: @roxas, Mr. Game & Watch

(GW: Roll 14 to dodge the Super Powerbomb. Roll 15 to dodge fireballs, but if Super Powerbomb is not successfully dodged roll 17 to dodge)