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The view of the corndog, standing straight despite all that it had endured, all that it had faced, the golden crust deliciously soft on the inside, gave her strength. In her, too, was the molten hot core of a hotdog. With new determination, Kalama forced herself to stand. She teetered, still dizzy from the fullbody slam from the dragon five times her size. A lurch back saved her from Charon's claws.

"P'ah!" She said, immediately devolving into more coughing. "Y-you wish! Mmm-M gonna fuck him up! 'M not done YET!" She said, flecks of blood and spittle flying. With charon out of position, Kalama saw her opportunity. She crouched, wheezing at the pain, before launching at Charon's face once again, screeching.

think "speak"

ROUND 4/5

58%

ATTEMPT: GOING FOR THE EYES
DEFENSE: Rage, helmet
INJURIES: Slashed across the front, quills in legs/bleeding footsies, A good couple broken ribs

@Charon

CHARON
The very mountains whisper your name...

Charon saw claws flying... and then nothing.

With a agonized scream he reared and wailed, blood running down his face as he tried to figure out what was going on. Both eyes hurt and he was certain they were open but he wasn't seeing anything.

”MY EYES- MY EYES!!”, he roared, slamming his hands down as his chest tightened, fear running cold through his veins at the prospect that this fucking chicken had just gored his eyes out.

He bucked and clawed out where he remembered her being, his jaws snapping as he tore forward in that general direction, absolutely enraged. He'd just gained wings and found a family and now he might have to live without seeing them or anything ever again. He wept past the blood from pain and terror, though there was no way to tell with all the red dripping down his mangled face.

@Kalama note: gortys said it was optional to lose eyes, i rolled and diceboy said 0 eyes lost

ROUND 5/5

41%

ATTEMPT: Go absolutely mental
DEFENSE: Quills, spikes, tail spike, mandibles, thick belly plates
INJURIES: Scratched head, pecked head, scratched face

Kalama felt three emotions in quick succession. Joy, pride, and then, dread. The positive emotions Kalama felt at causing Charon pain instantly drained from her. There was a 20ft raging beast of claws, quills, and teeth coming at her. She had no reaction to stop what happened next. Jaws clamped down on her once again, tearing her wing till it was limp, and claws ripped at her already injured torso.

But, in typical Kalama fashion and lacking any little voice to tell her no, the dino-chicken came to the conclusion that the scary thing trying to kill her needed to be hit harder, so it was less scary. In a desperate attempt to save herself, Kalama raised her clawed feet, lashing out just as wildly.

think "speak"

ROUND 5/5

44%

ATTEMPT: Also flailing
DEFENSE: Rage, helmet
INJURIES: Slashed across the front, quills in legs/bleeding footsies, A good couple broken ribs, rip and teared

Both fighters were going absolutely mental, and it was hilarious. Bedlam (in both senses of the word!) was thriving. Savagery ran rampant in the ring! Listen to those roars, those dismayed shouts of 'my eyes--MY EYES!', those utterly feral chicken-screams!

The catwhale dumped the last of its fish-flavored churros into its grinning maw, laughing a delighted belly-laugh. There was more than enough blood flying around, by its estimation, but by Nemean's? Honestly, it didn't mind if the fight went on a little longer. This matchup was the best it had watched so far, in its humble undebatably correct and superior opinion. But in case... in case the fairy got a little impatient...

"You were an absolute genius, matching up those two," it yelled, waddling closer to Nemean. A little praise to soften her up... and a little magic too, why not? Bedlam wouldn't call it magic, of course. It was simply part of its irresistible kitten charm. "In case you need someone to add some more challenge..." it tilted its head, rounding its expression into the most adorable and pleading it could. Olive-green eyes stared imploringly at the buzzing fairy... four of them, anyway. The others tried their best from its throat and the back of its head. "Could I do it? Pleaaase? Draconua got to so many times already." Honestly, watching the same old fire, lightning, and forty-foot monster everytime had gotten a little boring. It wanted in on the fun--without risking its life, of course.

Blood! Swears! Insults!

Nemean nearly choked on her popcorn with excitement, howling an extended "WOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!" before stuffing another massive pawful into her mouth. (How could one little body hold so many concessions... ? Or was she just burning through them that fast?!) With every new blow from either one of the combatants, the sprite was practically buzzing. Diaphanous pink wings blurred in and out of motion, and her tail was a wagging mess.

More than once, she was lobbing fireworks and gobs of popcorn into the arena. For the extraness factor! Because this was hype as HELL!

So hype, that she nearly didn't even notice the... walking elephant's foot just waddling right up to her. At first her nose crinkled up, because what the hell was that thing? It looked like it'd pick its nose with its tongue and then lick its eyeballs. (It was also huge and literally glowing radioactive green, but... y'know!) "Ugh, what—"

But, then, oh goodness, it was buttering it up, and... it was kind of cute. How could Nemean hate that nasty, grotesque face? Those darling eyes? Magically enhanced or not, it was a damn good offer.

"Um, excuse you, but this is the best fight yet!" Omitting, of course, the one where there was a child murder attempt and a bunch of people crying themselves to a migraine, that was funny— "but holy ravioli, you're ugggggg-lee." Nemean dramatically stroked her chin, manifesting a curly blonde beard for the occasion. Hmmmmmmmm...

Just long enough time passed for the magic to start wearing off, aaand—"How can I resist that?" She tossed her bowl of popcorn to the side (straight toward an unwitting Collector, based on the disgruntled noise of him complaining about how some of the stuff was now inside of his hood) and fluttered to stand up. "It'd BETTER be good, though! And FUNNY! One of them should DIE."

A paw tapped against a suddenly-there sign (that Bedlam absolutely could not read as saying "DEATHMATCH!") "It's in the name and we need a bigger death toll to even advertise it like that." UGH! Puh-lease. "So that means if it isn't good, I'll use your bones for cotton candy holders! As long as they aren't as slimy as the rest of you is."

With no further preamble, the heavy metal boomed: "GREAT FIGHT AND ALL, BUT DRUM ROLLS PLEASE, FOOOR—"

"UGLY'S SPECIAL TERRIFIC DEATH FINISHER COMBO!!!"

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Draconua Bedlam?! has been called upon to present an arena hazard! The magic attempt will be considered a success, and the roll will indicate the severity of the hazard. Charon and Kalama must now double-post each round: one roll to continue the fight and then a second roll to avoid the hazard. The first to be struck by the hazard before fight's end will be returned to their chrysalis or killed by it, and loses. (Should both fail to dodge, the lower roll will be struck and eliminated.)

Please wait for Bedlam to post.

@Bedlam

Bedlam's eyes twitched, one by one, as Nemean went through her litany of casual insults. The ugly was in its genome, you know. Certainly not its fault, and besides it thought of itself as cute. Anyway.

Time for death, yeah? Grin widening even further (how was that even possible at this point? bless its wonderfully expressive face), it tapped into that well of power it had felt within ever since the Black City mission. The one it had just been itching to use!

And oh, it did not disappoint. The magic responded instantly, flowing through its gem and out into Orion. A room not generally known for its wetness—how lucky, then, that the arena was a comparatively tiny area within it! Stormclouds gathered and dissipated in a flash, dumping all their water into the arena with one massive cloudburst. The water deep underground and trapped within soil particles... it called that up, too, bringing as much water as it could to the surface and releasing it all into the ring. The water level would rise suddenly and furiously, tossing popcorn buckets and fizzy drink cups on the swell of its waves and slamming any hapless Gembound caught within against, well, anything else caught within.

Bedlam hoped they'd crash into each other. It wanted to see more of Kalama clawing Charon's eyes out before someone drowned.

@Charon

CHARON
The very mountains whisper your name...

Charon panted and decided that he was going to kill this chicken. He might not be able to see but he did have a wing in his jaws, so if he just.... shook, then that would do something.

He reached out to grab, and if he took hold of the chicken's wing, he'd shake. He'd shake and shake until his brain was scrambled and the chicken's wing was gone. If he couldn't see then she wouldn't fly.

If he just rubbed the blood out of his eyes or dunked his head under water he'd find that he was perfectly fine and just being a baby about it, but was Charon smart enough to realize this? Absolutely not lol.

ROUND 6/5

41%

ATTEMPT: Rip Kalama's wing off
DEFENSE: Quills, spikes, tail spike, mandibles, thick belly plates
INJURIES: Scratched head, pecked head, scratched face

CHARON
The very mountains whisper your name...

Charon would release, had he taken hold in the first place, at the sound of rushing water. Rain dumped down in buckets and he roared, flapping his wings as he tried to take flight, memories of his head being shoved beneath a similar surge of water coming unbidden to the forefront of his mind.

With the loss of his sight came a loss of balance, and as he took to the air he didn't know which was was up or down. Gravity quickly dragged him to one side and he fell with a scream, landing in the rapidly rising water with a splash. Up he got, though, panting and roaring out, wings slapping against the water in a panic.

He wanted to go home.

@Kalama

Kalama certainly had spirit. Charon, he recognized the form from that ice worm, he imagined.

An interesting match-up.

He'd watched with minor interest (neither of them were of the Forge after all), amused by the petty bickering between blows that they exchanged, gnawing on a few corndog bites that he poked with his claws. Both of them were getting beaten up by each other, and both were evenly matched, it seemed.

Desert Rose's ears pricked at Nemean's call. Who..? Where was Draconua? Sitting up straighter, the dragon actually moved his body to pay attention, eyebrows furrowed as he watched the arena. Strange little thing. Idly chewing on another corndog nugget, he stewed on what to say.

Ah, there.

"YOU GONNA LET A LITTLE PIDDLY GUY LIKE THAT FUCK YOU UP?" he cried, the sneer evident in his voice. "BLOOD! GIVE US MORE!"

Clearing his throat, Desert Rose returned to his meal, judging eyes watching all three of them as water drained down the seats and into the arena.

Kalama felt the rip of flesh from body, and she weakly flailed. Then, it was gone. She fell to the ground, limp. Her side hot. She panted. Kalama tried to move, limply floundering on the ground. And she realized something was missing. One of her limbs was gone. That heat. She couldnt feel her wing. Her right wing was empty, nothing to move.

The pain hit her like a truck, but more than that, the abject horror. Her wing was gone. Charon had dismembered her. Through all the pain, Kalama felt abject rage at having her perfect form, muscles she'd marred by this creature. She felt her chrysalis begin to spread, but she refused. Her wing was gone, and this creature had done it.

Kalama forced herself to stand. Blood ran down, her entire right side hot and soaked with blood. The world spun, her legs had gone cold despite the fresh blood soaking them, and everything was in a haze of pain. But Kalama was still standing. And she would be damned if she let this thing escape unscathed after mutilating her like this.

For a moment she teetered, watching the blurry blue form of Charon land once again. He would not escape. With an unhinged scream, Kalama charged after him. She tore at whatever she could reach of his wings, wholly uncoordinated. Her remaining arm, teeth, and occasional killing claw, teetering and nearly loosing her balance every time she struck.

think "speak"

ROUND 6/5

25%

ATTEMPT: tear up one of his wings?
DEFENSE: Rage, helmet
INJURIES: Slashed across the front, quills in legs/bleeding footsies, A good couple broken ribs, rip and teared, missing wing, woozy with bloodloss