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The arena was a massive one, even though it was not even the primary arena of Praeclara, but even still it was an arena of most importance. The arena was circular in its design. The ground level was covered in banners depicting the Goddess of Predators devouring a Demi-God who tried to betray here, as several strange and horrifying monsters were watching on. The floor of the arena was simply dark red sand, which does help in concealing blood.

The crowd attending the Festival of Beasts in this arena was a large one. The upper levels of the arena were glowing with bright blue and orange crystals, while the lower levels were not lit with any crystals and were incredibly dense, with spectators rubbing elbows against each other as they observed the arena. The crowd was cheering in union, "ZHARKOV! ZHARKOV!" Various merchants were passing through the stands, as people were grabbing from large platters of bread and drink, readying their fill for an entertaining battle. From the upper levels of the arena, a voice boomed through the arena.

"And so Zharkov the Crusher shall face his first opponent. NOW then, let us release the first of the beasts!" From the other side of the arena, a large iron gate-way slowly opened... It was time for battle.
Hi.
Well THE CROWD THINKS YOU ARE NOT SUPPORTING CAST BUT THE HERO! Anyway, IncredibleBee, wanna fight against Zharkov immediately, or fight soon general gladiator mooks first?
I APOLOGIZE FOR THE FACT THE ARENA SHIT HAS TAKEN SO LONG... IN CONDOLENCES I OFFER...

Uhh. Something. Either way, I shall get Arena ready. Question, want to brawl against Zharkov immediately? Or brawl against some mooks?
Yup, people roleplay in space. Hn, now I need to get arena stuff posted up.
As Mika left, she would notice a group of individuals, at least seven of them but two of them were closest. They were all humans, looked to be teenagers. One of the individuals spun around a large two handed foam sword, as he smirked at another who was wearing a dark red cloak and juggling cloth packets.
The individual with the foam sword pointed it at the cloaked one, "Foul Sorcerer Ganor the Sickening! I shall put an end to your reign of terror!" He charged towards the one name Ganor, as he swung with his sword downwards, as Ganor was throwing a few packets at him.
"LIGHTNING BOLT!" "LIGHTNING BOLT!" Ganor missed these two, and one of the packets inadvertently flew towards Mika. Ganor frantically waved his hands upwards, "PETE! PETE! Yes, I am going Out of Character for a moment, but uh... we probably should move."
Pete narrowed his eyes at Ganor, as he brought down his foam sword which struck the ground with nary a sound. "No, we aren't going to move everytime a person shows up. How are we going to play at Lucky Shots then? YOU JUST WANNA AVOID THE BEAT-DOWN!" Ganor flicked out his tongue, as beads of sweat began pouring down his face.

Ganor, shook as he nervously pointed at Mika, "H-hey wanna join the game!". Pete stared at Ganor perplexed, as he kept his focus on Ganor. "You aren't going to avoid losing Terrance..."
Whatever you wish to do, do it. Also Morp really does need a PR Department.
Or you could go with Little Red Riding Hood, another classic. But if you are going to look up stuff, go with Dog and the Sparrow. That one is a classic.

Needless to say, stories are cool.
And there we go, Autobot Heroism at it's fullest. I guess. How is everyone?
Krieg stomped along as he saw a large pile of wreckage. Krieg paused for a moment, as he was checking the signal of where he received the communication from. Yes, this large pile of wreckage was where this man was trapped. Krieg walked up to wall on the right as he began examining it. Krieg watched as he saw some bright orange metal glimmer, as the molten liquid was dripping down. Krieg shook his head as he banged on the wall softly well as softly as Krieg could anyway, "I presume you are there." Krieg curled his right hand into a fist as he covered it with his left hand. Krieg stared at the tomb of wreckage, watching a few electrical sparks emit from it and crawling down with a bit of molten slag. Krieg began trudging backwards, with a devastating clang with each step back.

Krieg paused in the field, as he began rushing towards the metal tomb, as he held out his right palm and released his crane from his palm through the air at incredible speeds. It slammed down in the middle of the roof so deep that part of the hook was clearly visible inside the tomb. Krieg smirked as he whipped back the roof like ruin off the tomb that held Swerve Back. The roof flew through the air as the much less attached cogs, screws, and nails flew through the sky, He then brought down the crane hook down, with the attached piece of the ruins down to the earth with an incredible blow, which resulted in a powerful and audible boom. From the massive series of beams, vast amounts of smaller plane like creatures began fleeing, although they were propelled by some flapping motion instead of actual propellers, and large chunks of the ground below was shot out with an incredible velocity. Krieg smirked as the very piece of the roof rubble collapsed and broke apart, inadvertently creating a ramp near the wall. Krieg then dashed up the ramp, as he reeled back his crane hook back into his hand. He jumped into the room as he stared at Swerve Back, "I WILL CARRY YOU OUT OF THIS, YOU WERE INJURED AND UNABLE TO ESCAPE!"

Before Swerve Back could answer, Krieg would grab him in his left arm, as he rushed towards the wall which was furthest from Swerve Back. He rushed in charging straight forward, keeping his right shoulder to take the shock as he destroyed the wall, which shattered into several pieces which flew in many directions, but primarily the same way that Krieg was going. The ramp fell down as he stomped onto it. Krieg glanced at the field as he placed Swerve Back down on the strange and soft green terrain. Krieg stared at Swerve Back for a moment, before he spoke again. "I am Krieg."
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