You won against the above OC in a battle!

It, surprisingly, didn't take much for poor, sweet Pavel to be downed... by a starfish. Can't tell if it'd be more humiliated to be killed by a pig or a shape, but whatever. It's whatever! It's fine. Daria seemed happy, at least. Or, was she relieved?

The girl scurried up to her staryu's side, anxiously sending a glance back at the coordinator she had defeated, part of her wondering if this was some sort of joke. He was older, wasn't he? More experienced? He wasn't about to beat her ass for real, right? She almost expected it, as she picked up her little demon satan creature and holding it close to her chest, chin resting on its top limb in an albeit rather uncomfortable-looking display. She might as well impale herself.

"I mean..." She paused, staring at at Sergey and Pavel, frowning at the former. "It isn't very strong yet, but it's only a matter of time, isn't it? ..Especially if it chips down something like that pig of yours." She spoke in a voice so quiet it could scarcely be heard from the distance she put between herself and Sergey. Still, it was all she could do to challenge him, right? Physically fighting without the use of her pokemon -- it wasn't her strong suit. She knew nothing of music, and goodness knows she was way too young to be gulping down whiskey in a drinking contest.

Maybe this was for the best.

..Still, there was the matter of a reward.

"I'll take any money." she droned out, "All I ever really wanted was your money, you know." The thrill was fun, sure, but it was bad for her, wasn't it? For even a second, Daria seemed a bit concerned, still eyeing Sergey as if he were a monster. And, because all she wanted was indeed his money.

She didn't even care if he gave her five bucks. Five bucks would get her some gas station nachos and a root beer.

FOLLOW-UP TIME

"C'mon, you said you wanted to get stronger and not have to rely on that star thing, but you're having a hard time keeping up with me." Reign said, repeatedly jabbing her (albeit not very hard) with a kendo stick- there was no way he was gonna face off against a little teenage girl he somehow got roped into training with his fists, nor his trusty ratbasher spiked bat, what kind of sicko would do that?

With another jab he accidentally put too much power into, knocked the young Daria onto the ground. Instead of gloating about the win like he'd do to some other person, he looked at the teen and offered her a hand up. "Was that too much? You okay?" Oddly soft coming from someone known in the coliseum as "The Red Menace". 

"If you're still up for it, I could show you some dodging techniques...I mean. If I didn't scare you off of training with me, that is."

@NP: Reign is a skilled fighter but given he fights for a living...well, that could definitely be exhausting at times and your OC might catch him on an off-day. If you don't want to use your fists and/or risk being the target of his ire/his new anime rival who he is going to obsess over defeating, you can always choose something non-physical. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, just a highly souped-up one, so a battle of wits is one you'd probably easily beat him in. Bankrupt him in Monopoly if you want.

"Worthless scum." Karot hissed. "You say you used to be a SOLDIER? Hah, your skills are nothing but trash, and now IM the champion of this Coliseum! The Don must be disappointed in your sorry ass"

(I just finished FFVII remake it was awesome)

Nathaniel pushed the edge of his booth further on Karot’s chest. The knife he so loosely held in his hand rested against her throat.
“You have the power to destroy planets and still you got bested by a simple mortal,” Nathaniel said. Giving Karot a sheepish grin. Nathaniel leaned closer, his face almost pressed against hers.
 
“Whoever picked you as their champion and granted some God like powers, clearly picked wrong.” Nathaniel spat in her face. Then removed the knife and boot. He stepped away from Karot, with this almost smug grin.
“Scatter away, kid,” he said. Making a dismissive gesture with hand. “I don’t have time to play games with broken demigods.” 

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OCH MY HEART 😭💞

Layla wasn't usually one to fight, but she had a bad day and needed to get rid of some of her anger and stress... Hana was just in the wrong place and the wrong time and Layla had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to be so violent anymore. She holds out her hand for the other up and smiles slightly, her face slightly blood stained from the fight but the female didn't care how she looked right now. Hana looked worse, sadly.

"Sorry about that, I should have held back. It's an old habit of mine. I'm more used to fights to the death, you see?"

She helps Hana stand and then waves slightly, making a quick phone call to someone called "Ghost" and then running away into a nearby alleyway so she could be picked up. She hopes she doesn't get lectured for the fight in daylight.

After the onslaught, Spot just gazed at his "adversary" and gurgled.

Of course. Of course he gurgled. He always did, regardless of whether he received an infinitely small morsel of kiwi or was stroked on his antennae. That was the consequence of a lack of sapience, which Spot obviously possessed as he stared at his defeated "opponent" and gurgled at him again.

Great.

"Oh, I apologize," Rochester quipped to the fellow scientist with a sigh, "I... I honestly have no idea what came over him, really." It was clear, however, that the older woman was trying to bite down a chuckle as she shifted towards the mischievous gastropod a bit slower than expected. Arceus knows if that shit turned out to be hilarious for her, and she was just "trying" to be as "polite" as she could for the sake of her guest's dignity. "Sometimes he just happens to spray water at the people who visit here, like a water gun. It's pretty fucking amusing to myself, but I can understand if it comes off as jarring to you. Slugs looking for mischief tend to give off that sort of impression, especially if it is a first one."

Spot, however, wasn't looking for mischief. He was looking for violence - and as he continued to stare down his supposed guest, the slug let out a gurgle. Again.

This time, however, his gurgling sounded more menacing than usual, which his owner managed to pick up on as she explained, "And as for the gurgling, that just happens to be a noise that he makes..." She trailed off as she gently cupped Spot in her hands. "... All the time," she eventually resumed once she had secured him in her grasp, "All the damn time. Again, I do apologize if it turns out to be a slight against yourself. I would hate to disrespect a fellow biologist, really..." Rochester chewed on her lip while gazing down at Spot, who wriggled his antennae and... Gurgled.

"I can prepare you some sweetened coffee if you want," the elder suggested to her guest with a somewhat tense smile, "It would not be particularly good, since I always just prepare it from one of those shitty packages, but..." Huffing slightly to herself, Rochester trailed off. What did come over Spot in the first place? She cocked her head and shuffled her feet against the floor. "... Again, I do apologize. You can also study him if you want, while you wait. He's a funny fellow. And the bubbles are not toxic or anything, just sort of annoying if you want to keep yourself dry and 'proper,' I suppose." Rochester hesitated for a few more seconds before carefully lowering Spot and allowing him to crawl out of her hands, albeit somewhat reluctantly. It wasn't long before Rochester left - albeit with some haste - and Spot was left along with the very person he had just sprayed bubbles at moments earlier.

Spot just stared at him again and gurgled. Menacingly.

@ NP: keep in mind that Spot is... a slug. he'd probably be pretty easy to beat, given that he'd probably be level 15 at most in Pokémon standards (which is considered pretty weak). he usually sprays bubbles at his foes, though he can be egged onto breathing fire if provoked or as a last resort. it's not exceptionally strong, but it might be a nasty surprise for anyone who underestimates him.

feel free to go for nonviolent options, or confront his owner Rochester, instead if you prefer that!! :]

maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time...

Hakim was exhausted. His uncle requested that he bring the slug to his study, but... well, Hakim didn't want to. Slugs were slimy, and disgusting, and they smelled terrible, and he hated them. But, he also wasn't the type to disobey his lord uncle.

Begrudgingly, he marched across the castle's inner courtyard, carrying the slug in... a box. For a reason. He didn't want the little monster to ruin his clothes, first of all, but second of all, in spite of how relaxed Spot usually was, animals had a great sense of knowing who and who not to trust. Hakim was untrustworthy. Taming an itty-bitty gastropod was apparently more difficult than a stallion for him, though. He had been soaked by bubbles. Do you have any clue how hard it is to actually get soaked by bubbles? And then he was scorched by the tiniest embers, slow to turn into real flames. Hakim wasn't going to take any more chances.

So, there Spot was, locked behind iron. Hakim prayed that his owner wouldn't care, but... well, nor did he care, he decided. So he didn't think about poor Rochester, hopefully not fretting over her pet being manhandled by a brat. Tiredly, he gazed up the chateau, up to the tall tower where his uncle's office was.

He knocked on the metal of the cage, and then hissed out to the gurgling slug, "Just shut up and stop trying to fight me! You've lost, anyway. Don't make me figure out whether slugs can be knocked out or not, and just be good for my uncle!"

Please, Rochester, please don't be mad.

rabid animal moments [also not me writing a follow-up late . god help me]

Oh. It's him.
Xe hadn't reacted calmly, way back then. How could xe? Xer exact recollection of the event was clouded- marred by a gut-wrenching panic, a loud feral static where human thought should have been. Xe entered that office as a stuttering wreck, and left it one. Ever since then, the whole thing had sat at the back of xer mind, a pit of poison in xer stomach. Just who was this Hakim Burnett, anyway?

By now, xe had had time to find out.

The trap had gone off as planned- xe figured xe couldn't engage with the military officer one on one, not when they tended to have so many goddamn long knives (some people called them swords). So, of course- xe turned towards metal, towards chrome, towards electric bursts and currents that could seize your bones. Xe could have gone in for something subtle, something without xer distinct electric fingerprints- but xe much preferred the calling cards of neon. If he had a good memory for motifs, maybe this Hakim will even realize who was responsible for his kidnapping while it was happening.

"Ehh, there's no need to be afraid. It's stupid to be afraid, y'know." The supervillain spoke through a screen. "On your left, you will see a door, guarded by a stuffed bunny rabbit. It leads directly outside. On your right, is the lava chamber of radioactive chainsaw hornets. If you're interested in that spangly door there, I'll give you a hint! Escapism is the name of the game! You ever read something so good, it took you to another world? If you can escape, then you can escape~!  Sit down, and tell that stuffed bunny a really good story, and it'll open right up. Otherwise, the way out is bees. Have fun!"

Mandragora felt like Khaine himself was keeping his grip on her heart. Weak heartbeats and sore limbs were the only signifiers she could SOMEHOW make it. The battle was last a physical than it was a significant test of Mandragora's faith. Along with the pain telling her, she was still alive. The many religious trinkets she had brought clinking together helped. A golden idol of a hand gripping a bleeding heart, the spiked chalice which never seemed to empty of magic and blood, the spearhead of a Melusai spear, made to crystalize all who touched it. Mandragora was thankful she took the caution to wrap it in  cloth before the battle with Xem

Xeno was hardly concous on the ground now. Xe were particularly annoying to fight even with the religious iconography and relics she had at her disposal. Mandragora however had to finish what she came for. Muttering a prayer she Grabbed the spiked Chalice, her grip on the stem had the many thorns and spikes dig into her hand. A gasp of pain, followed by a murmer of prayer. The words burned in her throat as she spoke, hurt more than the thorns. 

But vigor flowed into her. JUst enough to get her heart beating once more and the soreness to leave. By Khaine she was going to finish this. Standing back to her feet from the kneeling position Mandragora grabbed Xeno by Xer hair. Then began dragging the reality warper back home where her sisters can dispose of this mockery of Khaine.

(apologies that this sucks

Lyulph's gentle hands pressed against the back of the fox's neck, his knee pressing against the jut of her shoulders and his calf laying against her back to keep her claws from his flesh. His free hand held his personally carved dagger, the expertly sharpened edge of the blade threatening the fur of her neck. Her meat would cure nicely in salt and her pelt would make good bedding for the increasingly cold weather. 

But, looking down at the fox, something in Lyulph told him to stop. His ears flicked forward and his tail gently brushed the forest floor. He didn't terrorize the woods and take everything he could. He wasn't greedy like those in the kingdoms. He knew this fox wasn't finished yet; she still had more to do.

"Alright then." He said softly, slowly moving his leg. "Stay away from my cabin. My hens won't be so kind, and you'll attract bears that are even less so. Go on, then." 

The wolfman leaned back, releasing the fox. He stood up, grabbed his axe, and carried on with his hunt.