[center][h2]The Arena[/h2][/center]
[center][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@RoflsMazoy][@Scarifar][@rawkhawk64][@Bartimaeus][@AtomicNut][/center]

The cannons fired and the projectiles screamed toward the masked man. The runes on his skin suddenly flared, engulfing him in a blazing, red light. He threw his arms out and split seconds before he was struck a massive, gaping wound was torn in the veil.A huge, red portal opened up and swallowed every shot that come at him. A high pitched ringing would assault everyone's ears almost as if the world itself was screaming in pain. Through the portal one could see a barren, discolored version of the regular world.

One could feel the ground tremble slightly as the blasts struck the mirrored ground beyond the gaping portal. 

The masked man turned his head to look at Alto. His expression was hidden, but the look was taunting.

Knowing.

His hands relaxed and opened.

The rip in space shuddered and then rapidly shrank until it closed, but it didn't stop there. That point kept shrinking and shrinking, warping their vision as that one spot became a pinpoint.

"MOVE!" Off to the side, Gloria had come to her senses, though everything hurt. She tackled King, throwing herself and King forward and to the ground.

A moment later, it all finally snapped back. Everything went silent as their ears would be overwhelmed by the sudden boom. The arena stands were flattened, caving into the hollowed spaces beneath them. The upper level of the arena fared even worse, shattering and showering the surrounding streets and buildings with debris.

In the center of the chaos it was eerily safe, they would barely feel a thing as the world around them was torn apart. The warship would be lucky to stay airborne, let alone hold even remotely steady as the explosion rippled through it should it fail to pull back.

Those in the medical pavilion would feel the explosion rattle them, the walls around them cracking, but they were deep enough into the arena to stay relatively safe.

"Ahhh, so glad the rest of you could come and witness this," the man slowly turned to face the group that had just teleported in. Even as he spoke, his body heaved with each breath. Clearly causing such devastation had taken a toll on his stamina. "Look closely and remember well what will soon befall this whole, wretched city!"

[center][h2]A Certain Explosive Kid[/h2][/center]
[@Crowvette][@Dezuel]

One, ragged boy ran through the streets. Suddenly ahead he saw a trio of strange men in masks and robes. On sight, they suddenly turned and drew curved knives on him. In response, he jumped and cocked a fist back.

What was he doing? Was he really punching his way into a knife fight? The cultists found this laughable.

[i]SNAP![/i]

An explosion blasted out behind the boy and his rocketed fist first into one, knocking him into the other two before another blast sent all three skidding and bouncing into the distance, their scorched bodies leaving a trail of smoke in their wake.

[color=slategray]"OUT OF MY WAY! I'M COMING KATH!"[/color] Cassius sprinted onward. Finally he made it to the park. It had taken him a while to figure out exactly where he had to go, but eventually he'd been able to pick up on the commotion int he distance... though quite frankly there was a lot of commotion going on right now.

Just as he got there -- everyone left. Only Clara remained.

[color=slategray]"OH COME ON!"[/color] He fell to his hands and knees, punching the ground. The exertion of such a long sprint finally hit him and he couldn't even find the strength to immediately get back up. Clara or no, he wasn't backing off. He'd make her tell him what was going on!

And then he felt it. A shock-wave passed through him and then the echoing [i]BOOM![/i] followed a second later. He turned his head to see the arena flying apart in the distance, an ominous red glow lighting it all up before fading a moment later.

[color=slategray]"Wh-...what?"[/color]

[center][color=CFD3C6][img]https://i.imgur.com/QxwohJt.png[/img][/color][/center]

[color=CFD3C6]"It's fine. I can walk. Don't worry about it..."[/color] Rurik spoke lazily from atop Bak's backpack, already having given in to being carried.

[color=CFD3C6]"'Sup."[/color] Rurik said as David was hauled up by Bak after fearfully protesting. Then he started freaking out... again. [color=CFD3C6]"Dangerous? Crisis? What cri-"[/color] And then the world flipped and they were back in the arena. [color=CFD3C6]"-sis?!"[/color] Rurik's eye twitched rapidly. [color=CFD3C6]". . . gettin' real sick of this shit."[/color]

And then literally everything exploded.

Rurik felt like he must have stopped breathing for a solid minute. Finally he took a long, deep breath and let it out, just slumping weakly over Bak's shoulder.

He was so done with today.