Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Oh, geez, I though someone was just trying to cop a cheap feel," says Carthrat. "But yeah, that's completely different."

[Anastasia]

"Yes," she replies as the arena fades to the distance. "I think I won't go to the arena tomorrow, if you go."

[Carthrat]

"No problem," says Carthrat. "Look, are you hungry? Anything you want to do?"

[Anastasia]

"I want to go lay down," she says. "Let's go back to the hotel, okay?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, sure," says Carthrat, heading on back.

[Anastasia]

The walk goes without further incident, as Rachel keeps to herself.  When you arrive back, she lays down on the bed. She is lost in her own thoughs, and you are left to your own devices.

[Carthrat]

"I'll be back later, Rachel," says Carthrat, heading out for the gambling area and looking for games more based on skill than chance.

[Anastasia]

"Mmmm," she murmurs, in another galaxy of thought and being from you.

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Besides the arena, there are no games based on might or power of arms, only gambling. Poker is about, as is a bit of Blackjack. Beyond that? Mostly games that are chance or that you don't know but look like they are based on chance.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat decides to head back to the battle arena and watch a few fights.

[Anastasia]

The arene is packed with people now, getting a decent takes some work and a bit of stiff arming. But luck is with you, as you get a seat only ten rows back.

It seems that the A rank is competeting now...

"Ladies and Gentlemen! This free style, anything goes, non lethal grudge match between to titans is about to begin!" As the annoucer goes on, two men walk out from the waiting room to the arena pit below.  One is human, with a robotic arm, a white sleeveless shirt and black slacks. His short green hair is complemented by a massive forest green electroblade. Blue sparks of electricity jump from the blade, shining light onto his hair.  The technoweapon is at least five feet long and wide, enough to cleave a steel wall in twain.

"You know our defending A rank champion! The master of the Electric Slice school, the ruler of lighting, Khris the ThunderBOLT!"

The other man is a tall, muscular humanoid, of brown skin and a narrow, pointy head. Only red shorts are worn, he has no weapon. "Our challenger is the man who killed Red Arriyo, the legend himself, on his way to this battle! The man who may finally end the rein of Khris, Siurra of the Ice!"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat wonders if he's heard of this Red Arriyo. After all, he does remember *some* things. [/code]

[Carthrat]

Carthrat whistles, and decides to find someone to bet 80 creds on this new guy.

[Anastasia]

Red Arriyo is the name of a gladiator/bounty hunter known fairly well for capturing a few high profile targets, you recall. He was considered highly skilled in ship, ground and mobile battles of all types. If somoene killed him, they are very good or very lucky.

A passing bet bot takes your bet of 80 credits on the challenger, beeping. "Thank you," it says, printing out a claim ticket for you.

"Now, for the honor and pride of their skills...BEGIN!" the announcer cries.

Without wasting time, Khris smirks and raises his metal arm straight out. The fingers retract slightly, holes now where the finger tips would be.  Blue blasts of energy fly out, but Siurra is already moving to the side and forward, strafing past the shots. Khris runs to the side in a circular movement to him, firing off shots that kick of the red sand but do hit the larger man.

Both move with considerable speed, Khris slightly faster.  Both look to be capable fighters.

This goes on for perhaps a minute, Khris firing off shot after shot that misses the dodging Siurra as the run in what is essentially a circle. Seeing that this isn't gettting anywhere, the brown man leaps forward in a lunge. To your surprise, Khris doesn't even try to dodge. The moment he reaches him, however, you are blinded by four flashes of light and ear spitting thunderclaps after ward. As he touched him, lighting came from the blue and struck the challenge down! The smell of ozone is strong in the arena as a charred and fried Siurra falls.

White Glow pulses softly for a moment, then falls silent again.

"Incredible! It seems that our champion has demonstrated another of his powerful hidden skills to overcome this foe! Once again, Khris the ThunderBOLT has defended his championship! He didn't even have to draw his sword, ladies and gentlemen! Can anyone stop him now?!"

Khris walks back into the waiting room as the annoucer extols his virtues. He doesn't even look back at his foe.

[Carthrat]

"Fsking figures," mutters Carthrat. "Bah." He hangs around, anyway, taking notes on the various fighters, knowing he'll probably have to fight them himself.

[Anastasia]

The battles go on, mostly of B rank. The A match championship was obviously the main match for the day, though. Things start to wind down as the lower rank goes to work and time slips away...