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Destroy the Godmodder

Don't listen to him. Teamwork never works! Go solo, yolo!

In fact, everybody should attack him at the same time with different types of attacks. That way he can use them against you. Yay.

Destroy the Godmodder

To hell with teamwork! Fuse with the fetus! Pregnant powers!

Destroy the Godmodder

Psychic Fetus reached his hands outwards. "Take my hands! We must combine our powers!" He shouted at everyone else. Hopefully, at least someone would do it.

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Thanks!

Sword Hall of Shadows

Fuchsia waved at the newcomer as he appeared on a platform across the arena. "Oh hi there!" Fuchsia said, loudly."You´re my teammate, huh?" He moved his hellzooka as unthreatingly as he could from his front to his back, signifying that he had no hostile intentions. But not before kissing it and whispering "Hellzooka, find me a strong soul." in infernal. He turned his head and continued speaking to his opponent "Confused? You and me both. Apparantly, two latecomers joined the tournament, so our dearest host changed the match typings from classic 1v1 to.. well.. classic 2v2." - He was, of course, pulling shit out of his ass, but the guy facing him looked human, and if there was one thing Fuchsia knew from experience, it was that humans were extremely gullible. His Hellzooka started charging, silently, searching for a strong soul roaming the realms infernal, while held gently along his back with his tail. Unless the seemingly human man was able to sense the hellish magic at work with his mind, or whatever, he should, hopefully, be left unaware of the current state of the weapon. Heck, chances were, it was nothing like he had ever seen before.

The demon child remained vigilant, however. The man could still be brutally violent by nature, and not much of a conversationalist.. Which would be unfortunate. Fuchsia would not be caught off-guard by such, if that was the case Still. A charade was the most entertaining way out. Gullible fool. "They should be here any minute now. What´s your name, friend?"

Sword Hall of Shadows

Darkness. Death. A wall of void was the first thing that greeted Fuchsia´s eyes as he materialized onto one of many identical platforms built in what he judged to be a highly symmetrical enviroment. Several very well made statues resembling swordsmen surrounded the platforms. Were they made in the image of a singular man? He couldn´t tell from this angle, but if that was the case then someone, somewhere, with a rather large ego, would be very upset when Fuchsia was done with the place. Assuming his opponent would actually show up this time. Speaking of opponents, he had finally figured out what had actually transpired during the previous battle. See, when he had been teleported away from that snow-covered tiger-worshipping playground, he had made the assumption that it was because whoever he had been supposed to battle had not shown up. But what if, in reality, he had?

Who was he to assume that an entity the size of a bacteria or something had not entered the tournament and been matched against him? That could very well have been the case! He must have accidentally defeated him when he dropped his hellzooka. Flawless victory. It did seem a more plausible scenario than that of a combatant fleeing the tournament altogether. Was that even possible? Shameful display. Fuchsia had no respect for cowards. On the other hand.. They were quite fun to chase down! Eh. He couldn´t decide if he -truly- despised them or not..

"So." Nathan-Nade said. "This place.." - Gregor-Bomb turned towards him. Nathan-Nade continued. "This place is -dark-!" He gasped. "Nathan.." Fuchsia whispered. "Eh?" - He looked down on the little skullnade with an empathic smile "I will rip your jaw off if you do not silence yourself."

Destroy the Godmodder

"Somebody fuse with me! With our combined powers, we will defeat this phantom menace and rule the universe!" Psychic Fetus said.

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"..Otty!" Fuchsia shouted. Again appearing in the great hall. He immediately sat down on the middle of the floor, arms crossed, lips pouting. His lust for battle had not been sated, and he strongly doubted attacking the skeletal figure that had summoned him to the realm would amount to more than a one-way ticket back to hell. "This sucks." He mumbled, kicking his hellzooka with his feet. A metallic thump emitting throughout the hall. Well. He'd have to wait for the rest of the participants to kill each-other and present themselves to him. Until then..

"Hey. Old Skully. Got a scrying pool I can watch the fights in by chance?" He asked, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "Did you see how I defeated the snow, by the way? Total overkill, huh?" - No response. Huh. He could feel the dimensional energies grabbing ahold of him again. Where was he going this time?

Frost Tiger Arena

"And so time turns, you are so late, I'll leave before a frozen fate, hits me with it's coldest right, at least I would have had a fight." Fuchsia said, cheerfully, and tapped his feet together. "Beam me up Sc-.." - He disappeared from the battlefield.

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Gotcha. Won't be anything big.