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violence

gore

graphic themes

unreality

(note: unreality will be colored fuchsia for clarity, primarily
stemming from forsaken mind and his own exhaustion)

There is a moment where eyes meet, where predator and prey is stripped completely from the equation. Vulnerability and weakness are shared in that moment, almost human among the beasts. Then, the war drum thunders once more across the battlefield, and hundreds of razor sharp teeth descend on Ultraviolet.

Its neck snaps with a crunch, and the voidlight of the valkhound's eyes is snuffed out. Those eyes stare out glossily at the crowd as Terror rips back, taking a huge chunk of flesh with it. Oil bursts from the wound, spraying down the victor as the feline's limbs spasm from their disconnected nerves, the body falling to the earth.

But this creature of chaos will die a thousand deaths before the final death finds its grasp upon him. The war is far from over, and the debt he owes too great for his job to be done here. Through agony that no dead creature should feel, his skin breaks open as the oilstone reclaims him, bones cracking and twisting, his insides liquefied by that glorious, holy touch, shaped and aggrandized, to be remade and reborn, better and more broken.

He was born imperfect.

He still is, imperfect.

Again and again and again.

From the crowd, bloodthirsty cries roar with kinetic joy. Some curse and complain as the oilstone tries to crystalize the broken body. Others hush, perhaps frightened by the gory display. Among them, golden eyes watch from behind an obsidian mask, silently calculating this failure into plans.

@Terror i'll also tag gm for the match, ultraviolet is OUTTA here

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DEATHMATCH

"Holy SHIT!" Nemean flinched theatrically, throwing one small hand over her eyes--but she didn't hide the grin beneath. "SHORT, sweet, and VIOLENT! Now that's what I'm talking about! -Reminds me of someone, actually," she called down, striking a pose, her voice amplified a hundredfold while a spotlight briefly pinned her into sharp relief.

"That's how we like it, though, folks! That's how REAL MONSTERS brawl! RIGHT" (fist slammed into teensy palm) "for the THROAT!" The trumpets started up again, horns and drums screaming through the bloodstained arena. "AND WE HAVE A WINNER!" Those spotlights shifted, illuminating Terror and leaving everything else in the dark. "The TERROR of the DEPTHS, ripping the DISPOSER OF LIGHT into the DIRT!" She hadn't liked that title, anyway. Not as like, the master of Light and all that-...

"GOOD JOB, tentacle monster!" Several giant, flashing thumbs-ups appeared around the arena, pulsed, and vanished. "BASK IN YOUR GLOOORY!" She threw out her arms, and cackled, and bright red fireworks exploded all around Terror down below.

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DEATHMATCH WINNER: Terror

Character: Terror Age: +5 (10 Cycles, Capped) Magic Level: +3 (Brawler) ROUND 1 Attempt: +13 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +9 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +17 Penalties: - Total: 47

Character: Ultraviolet Age: +5 (17 Cycles, Capped) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +20 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: - Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: - Penalties: - Total: 26

NUMERICAL WINNER: Terror

Ultraviolet will, upon awakening from his chrysalis, discover that he has a horrific new mutation: a twisted new foreleg, withered into uselessness yet otherwise fully-formed, protruding from his back.

Adjunct - Limbs may duplicate but may not be usable.

@Ultraviolet @Terror