Round 1: Shadow Assassins Vrs. Team Quantum

[Raz]

Sheltered by the soft glow of the light blue shielding hovering between two horizontal spires within the curving bowl; two teams followed a pathway guided by refferies to a placement directly below the large sphere. Signaling above there was a shimmer before a ripple tore an opening in the undermost portion of the globe allowing enterance for the players whom rose to occupy their battlefield. Taking their sides at the respective places of the sphere, the two teams waited as a small vibrant yellow colored orb and a larger silver orb rotated about each other in the middle.

"Ready," Shouted the voice of the watching offical. "Break!"

The pair of small spheres bursted from their position and now darted away from the center, Bol-Katchin making it's way towards the Shadow Assassins as it's sister barreled downward to riccashay off the bottom of the massive field barrier.

(Six posts per team a piece, ending day is on Monday the 23rd will be the last day for Rping. Either team may start if off. If you are unsure what to do please notify me.)

[Raz]

Compaired to his partner, Yajirobe was a cannon in waiting. Firing down quicker then the wind itself the warrior took up the struggle ensuing between Trunks and the several ton sphere which was giving more push then the pull upon the hybrid teenager. Ignoring completely the decent of his Wingmen, the determined Piccolo Daimoun was in flight after the small vibrantly colored orb that seemed more a blur then an actual object. Mind set on the object, there was little attention drawn to the fact that the junior demon, Garlic, was keeping close alignment with the small piece itself... wasn't to say Turlis had been absent minded to this though. Diving through the air like hawk upon its prey he singled in on the small green target till a jolt from his side sent the mutant astray from his course, the bearer of the inforcement coming in the form of the Saiyan teen, Goten who now stood ready to protect his forward.

(Start off post, anyone can begin off of this.)

[Tobias]

Piccolo Daimoun sped for his sphere. In that object he saw his teams victory, and nothing could distract him from that goal. Garlic?s mind played host to similar thoughts, but it could not be ignored that another was in front of him darting for the same ball. Garlic was faster he knew, but the namek?s head start was dissolving far too slowly. A quick calculation and the devil knew he would not make it. He knew, but it would not be for lack of trying.

?Damn it!? He sought the river of ki inside; he grabbed ahold of it, bent its flow to his own will and broke the damn holding it back. With an incredible burst of speed his aura lit up the arena, propelling him forward like a small comet, swift and immovable from his set path. There would be no maneuvering now, only the bol mattered. The wind formed a tunnel around him, whistled past his ears, everyone else was a blur. He was only dimly aware of Goten blocking Turels for him. He was gaining fast on Daimoun, and that was what was important. The gap between them shrunk, but so did the gap between Piccolo and the ball. It would be a photo finish beyond a doubt. Another millisecond of insane speed past. The demon was an instant from grasping the when Daimoun let out one last burst of speed. His long fingers held onto the sphere and yanked hard, trying to slow both their momentums. As he turned around his grin didn?t even have time to fall when, unable to stop his breakneck blitz, Garlic collided with an incredible force. The orb was sent spinning wildly back out into the playing field, leaving the wreckage it had caused behind it.


Pain mingled with anger filled the small devil to the brim. He shoved Daimoun away from him and blindly charged back into the thick of things. Taking a breather and assessing the situation was farthest from his furious mind. As his vision cleared he saw the Bol Katchin curving towards Turels, who seemed to have broken away from Goten and put himself in its path. The demi-siayn himself was racing to intercept. Trunks and Yajirobe were still vying for the Titanium, and that left him. The demon, still out of breath form his dash, glided toward Turels, hoping to block for Goten should he get the orb. It was a surprise to him when the forgotten Piccolo Daimoun charged the teen from behind. With a split second to react the demon returned his friend earlier favor with a blast of ki in the Nameks direction. He easily dodged the shot, but in the split second of hesitation Garlic was all over him, only this time it was intentional. Defense master he was not, but he hoped to by enough time for Goten of Trunks to work their magic.

ooc: Hope I didn't mess up.

[Piccolo Daimoun]

His mind was perfectly clear on what to do.

However, his vision was less then good. Piccolo Daimoun hadn't known that this would have been his destination, yet he kept going. The speeds at which he was going were causing his eyes to start watering, and he could see the other players, zooming around chaotically.

Garlic had gone upon him, and he was no fighter. Unleashing a hard kick into his back, the green alien was sent flying in a undetermined destination, yelling while spinning strangely through the air.

Garlic began to charge for another attack, but a ball of bright light shot out from nowhere, and managed to hit the Demon while he was looking away.

Shaking off his distress, the elder Namekian could see a large ball flying through the air at reduced speed as it hadn't been touched in a bit.

The whole arena kept swimming around him with the two balls zooming around, followed by five other players with two stationary ones, the only thing that the jade Namekian could see cleanly.

Grabbing the large ball was out of the question. He would have to change its direction by smacking it around. His eyes narrowing slightly, his eyebrows now simply a sponge for the sweat his face was letting out, he flew towards the large Bol-katchin at his highest speed.

Nearing it, he knew that holding onto it would only allow him to become a part of the ball. He would have to punch it in a mid-air flight. Bringing an arm back, he quickly found out he had taken too long.

The teal colored Demon that he had encountered before had gotten there first, and kicked the ball out of the way of the punch. The green Players fist entered open space, and Garlic moved around it to get open for a pass. The ball of unbreakable metal had been recieved by a young looking boy, with short black hair.

As the half Saiyan had the ball approach him, he started to charge some energy together. The slug like alien could quickly conclude that this game was all about passing and angles. Therefore, he had to wonder how he could include the rest of his team.

Goten released the patch of energy he had been charging up behind his head. With perfect precision, the ball of ki smacked the ball in such a way that it moved back towards Garlic, who was in the way of the spheres movement.

Piccolo Daimoun heard a scream from behind him, and he turned to whip around. He saw the Bol-Titanium flying at his head, and he was petrified. Bringing a leg back he kicked it, hopefully, in the direction of his short, human teammate.

Yajirobe had expected the ball to come straight at him, but the Bol-Titanium flew quite off. Hurtling down towards the ground, the earthling moved at his high velocities to counter the ball to another teammate. Landing on the ground, he charged a bolt of energy together.

He was barely visible to the jade Namekian, but he could hear him scream out an inaudible syllable. A ball that would rival in size that of the Bol-Titanium flew towards the hard sphere, and it smacked with a satisfying metal ring.

The ball was moving back towards the elder Namekian, and the net was in sight. Twisting his body as to get better leverage in a hard kick towards that net. With a satisfying thud it was on target, however the pain is his foot was all that rushed to his mind.

The artifial being was completely ready for anything that the green player could dish out. Bringing an arm back, he managed to punch the ball straight back towards the slug like Alien. He hadn't notcied it until it was too late, and the ball smoked him hard, straight down towards the ground.

In a daze, Piccolo Daimoun just lied there, trying to get his bearings. The beating he had recieved form this vicious game was starting to effect his mind in a harsh negative way.

Slowly standing up, he took to the air, ready to continue the game.

(Ooc: Sorry about the delay, and I hope I RPed right.)

[Hellfighter 17]

Seventeen, who was pumped about experiencing this new game, ?Breakball,? had decided that he would take on the role of the goalie. It appeared to be one of the most important positions on the team to the hell fighter. If one of the bols happened to get past his fellow teammates, it would be up to the android to make sure that the other team did not score. He was their last line of defense, and he thus must be ready for any situation.

However, it appeared as though this was not the exciting position he thought it out to be. All of the action was happening in the middle of the field, with the wingmen and the forwards; not quite what Seventeen had expected upon choosing to be the goalie. ?Well, this sucks,? said the robot as he dropped to the ground. Sprawling his legs out, he leaned back and supported himself with his arms behind his back. ?I need some action, and I need it now,? said the hell fighter, blowing some of his raven-black hair out of his face. Looking on as blows were being dealt and bols were being knocked form person to person, the humanoid took his hands off of the ground and allowed his body to fall toward the ground. His eyes looked up and gazed at the stasis field that surrounded the area.

Seventeen soon became dazed as he watched profoundly at the reverberations of energy that made up the dome. He soon went into the ?zone,? where his senses blocked out most outside environments and he was also no longer aware of the field, which he was staring straight at.

?Seventeen!? shouted a voice from across the arena, but it fell upon deaf ears. ?Seventeen!? This time, the android broke out of the trance and his upper body leapt up. Upon raising his torso, the humanoid soon saw that one of the bols was coming fro him. There was not enough time to distinguish which of them it was?there wasn?t enough time to get out of the way. The large, metallic sphere struck the robot right on the abdomen, which sent him sprawling backwards. He clasped his hands around the bol, but it was to no avail as it had achieved to high of a speed for it to be slowed down by the humanoid. As he was flung backwards, though, it had become apparent that it was the titanium one. Seventeen continued to pump ki into the bol to send it the other way, but he soon realized that his efforts were futile.

After mere moments of traveling, the robot eventually struck the end of the stasis field, which stopped him and the bol at the same time. With the pair?s collective momentum being distributed to the rest of the planet, they were now falling towards the ground with a low amount of velocity. Once the android had fallen upon the ground, he began to be fueled with energy; there was finally some action. Seeing that much of the others were trying to get the katchin sphere, he began to bring froth an obscene amount of energy.

Once Seventeen felt that there was enough ki within his hands, he began to transfer it all to the bol which he held. Allowing a grin to overcome him, he aimed towards one of the goals on the opposing side of the arena and allowed the sphere to be sent away.

Its speed started out at a great velocity, just as it was when it struck the humanoid, who needed to briefly go into his time forty state to be able to withstand the force.

[Raz]

An outstanding roar from the crowds back back the combatants to the assembly they played a part of, Hellfighter's shot striking hard against the smallest sphere just as a buzzer screamed aloud indicating the time's expiration.

"Game, Team Quantum!" A ref who had been prepaired to call for overtime pronounced, raising an arm in the direction of the scoring team.

(No teams scored after time limit, Team Quantum wins by default. They will be moving onto the semi-finals. Congradulations.)