@Doc Doctor
The question is WHO.
Because the Arena I'd on a slow slump. It'll revitalize but it's gonna take a while.
The question is WHO.
Because the Arena I'd on a slow slump. It'll revitalize but it's gonna take a while.
Just what do I have to do to get another match!?

Somebody with the ability to actually hit what they aim at with near 100% accuracy perhaps should be placed on a tier above human?
First of all, the nature of the forcefield itself must be explained.
It is a purely magical construct, with certain physical properties differing from ordinary matter: the reason behind this is a so-called unified energy supply. In normal matter, energy is distributed between discrete molecular and atomic bonds - in the same piece of matter, one group of bonds may break, while the other will stay perfectly fine. However, within a magic forcefield, all particles share the same supply of energy, meaning that no single bond may break or be otherwise strained without every other bond experiencing the same effect; the resulting effect is what one could call perfect dissipation, the clones either imperceptibly 'deflating' under the force of an impact, each and every bond compressing, or instantly disintegrating when the limit of their energy supply is exceeded.
Donny let out a loud, panicked scream as Gweyr whipped out her glaive. Just the sort of reaction you'd get when aiming a knife at some random nerd. But Donny came from a different place than Gweyr. Where he was from, life and death were matters to be resolved in an instant. Anyone could kill anyone with a little luck and a bullet in the back. Out here, you didn't brandish a weapon unless you were going to use it. You didn't pull out a blade and try to talk things over. You either killed, or got killed, and though tricks are petty, a good one never needs to be used twice against the same enemy.
Donny turned clockwise as if about to flee, as any sane pedestrian would after some nutty chick got medieval in a dark alley. Donny's scream would have muffled the ratcheting click of the Magnum being cocked as it was drawn, Gweyr seeing just his left side and nothing else.
An old gunslinger trick. If you want to pull a piece on someone so they don't see the barrel poking through your coat, turn your flank to them and aim along your abdomen with the gun flat against you. Keep your shooting arm out of sight so they don't see the bend in your elbow.
No protrusions, no clues, no chance. Especially when the victim is a shy, moral girl who probably wouldn't kill a man, however creepy, who seemed about to flee as was requested of him.
The revolver was aimed for Gweyr's midsection. If the large round struck, it would bore an impressive, clean hole straight through her solar plexus, between the lungs, into the aorta, and out through the spine.





I am primarily based here. Ive come to like this quiet little cove. What is GGL btw? O_0