[b][color=00aeef]"Ladies, gentlemen, and other unmentionable gender identities, you'll have to excuse me. The nights festivities are getting underway, and I, as Host, have some duties to perform."[/color][/b] With a gracious bow, Liaison slowly vanished away, the sound of a tapping cane playing his goodbye.

He arrived at the area of the fight. It was a marvelous invention, one he was glad to have procured through various dealings with a Paradii, and other assortes powerful beings. They were dead or missing now, but that was no particular bother of his, after all, he was neutral and things had to remain just so.

His black tipped shoes hovered just above the central blob, hidden eyes casting looks this way and that. The blobs themselves were made of some metamorphic material. He gathered that this substance was mined from a burgeoning hypergalaxy. Liaison hadn't been there personally, but was in negotiation to open up talks, or send a approved... liaison... to handle the talks. It was just a matter of which one.  Shaking his head, he recalled the properties of this particular substance. When a person made contact with it, after being assigned one, it would transform based off their wishes. They had to get it right the first time, because it wouldn't change afterwards - not until whatever was happening was over. 

There were five; higher powered beings used only four - relying mainly on distance attacks and widespread energy manipulation. He recalled one where a man, Rilla, used Creation threads to deflect and redirect attacks. Another, DEMS, manifested negation energy to combat two of the more powerful members of the quartet. A marvelous encounter. 

Shaking his head of the memories, he racked his thoughts for any other pertinent information. Ah, yes, they rotated. Time stopped, and there were no manipulations allowed in such a thing, he had had to reprimand a time wizard once before. Time stopped, and the battlefield switched, at random, to another of the remaining four. Anything not a natural part of the battlefield, anything part of the battlefield that had been uprooted or otherwise moved in a way that it was no longer affected, would move. He recalled a tree being pulled from a wooded one, and appearing in a area that was blanketed in snow when the battlefield changed. 

Sick surprise for the man who had to take that tree to the face. Even his own healers had a hard time fixing the broken bones and cartilage. Could do nothing for the man's psyche though, now he resides somewhere in a galaxy where the sun literally burns away all the moisture, forbiding even the slightest hint of snow.

Poor man.

There was little else to remember, the show was quickly coming-  man how time flies when you're thinking of other things.

Flicking his wrist, dust particles rose and congregated in front of his face. He cleared his throat, a sound that seemed remarkably loud, as though he were speaking into a microphone. 

[b][color=00aeef]"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonights festivities are about to start. We'll see four of the top mid-level fighters this new hyperverse has to offer compete in a free for all. The rules are simple, each sets their battleground - so long as it isn't auto-kill when anyone else lands on it.  Each round, or two, the battlefield will change. To all, it will happen in an instant, the competitors will find themselves on solid footing, with nothing obstructing any incoming attack, though cover is sure to be near. They'll need to be detailed in their thoughts, however, otherwise it could come back to bite them in the ass.

After they set their field, they report to this blob, this bland blob which doesn't change it'shape at all. It shall remain a three square mile bit of substance. Don't worry, all viewers are provided with special contact lenses that allow them to watch as though they are right with the action. With five different settings. One for each character to see through their eyes, so to speak, and one for an aerial view."[/color][/b]

Liaison stopped for a breath.

[color=00aeef][b]"There are other rules, however, but they already know them.

Without further ado.... your entertainment for the evening!"[/b]
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Liaison bowed out and returned to the viewing room, just as the competitors would be arriving.