{.:OPEN:.} Where's the Arena?

[mujo]

Mujo had been walking for quite a while now, he was attempting to locate the Arena, however when he started he recalled that the weather had been a little damp, the sky was cloudy and there were trees and woodland creatures everywhere, he figured that if he followed the river he would end up at a city and he could figure out where to go from there. However, at the moment the sky was a magnificent cloudless light blue with the brilliant yellow sun brightly shining overhead, the green trees had been replaced by miles upon miles of sand dotted with the occasional palm tree, the river which he had been following up until now had slowly thinned out as the weather climbed from warm to scorching, and had completely ran dry a couple miles back. But Mujo was a stubborn one, cursing under his breath, “ Stupid f*cking sand getting in my stupid f*cking shoes… I don’t care I swear to God some little s*t’s gonna get his ass beat to death and back and then back to f*cking death again… I don’t care.” Mujo grumbled as he walked, he continued, “Dumb*ss sand if it had a f*cking mouth I’d punch it in the mouth… break its sh*t face…”

While in the middle of his profane ranting Mujo saw the city of Agrabah, well not the city itself but the massive golden roof tops of the Sultan’s palace, on the horizon. Mujo merely said, “About god d*mn time, f*cking dumb as sh*t civilization building cities so far away that I have to get f*cking sand in my motherf*cking shoes.” Mujo continued his walk, it had taken about an hour to reach the outer slums of the city. Once there he saw that there were various merchant stands lining the dirt covered “roads”, if you could call them that, he also saw that for every three merchant stands there was one beggar running around trying to get food or money from the people trying to buy their merchandise. Mujo made his way to a fountain a couple yards down the road. There were literally people sitting all around the fountain trying to cool off. Mujo merely walked up to one man and punched him in the face, without warning the man flew backwards landing with a tremendous splash in the water, he was out cold, he then angrily said, “Get out of my f*cking way.” sitting down in the man’s place. He then proceeded to remove each shoe, on at a time, to empty them of their sandy contents.

Once finished Mujo looked around wondering who he would ask for directions to the Arena… he supposed that his previous display with the man he had literally laid out would not help his case for genuinely kind help. But he was sure he could threaten some information out of people, and if that didn’t work he could just as easily beat it out of them. Mujo sat and waited, deciding to take advantage of the cool mist and a place to sit before he started his walk once again.

[malice]

Balthazar had been in Agrabah for a couple days now he had been searching for quite some time now, he had sensed a presence here… it was faint, however, he could still sense it. Balthazar thought that he should look into it, maybe it could be manipulated to fit his purposes… he would have to find it first though. Balthazar went from stand to stand speaking to each peddler, sifting through the wares to see if something of particular power. So far he had seen nothing. In fact, even the things that were minutely interesting were just little trinket amulets, fairly useless against weak grade magic, all these were good for, was decorating your neck.Balthazar walked to one of the less decorated stands, it was these that tended to have the better merchandise, and calmly said, “This one would like to see your wares.” The peddler started automatically in his thick Arab accent, “Why yes sir, Khalil has the best wares in all of Agrabah! Come see,” he said as he pulled out a bejeweled pair of women’s undergarments, “See this? You bring home to wife, eh eh” he said winking and smiling showing his missing canine tooth, Balthazar coldly replied, “This one is not interested in your lingerie, he would like to see what you have in terms of arcane devices.” The man looked at Balthazar and said, “Ah I see you are not one to kid around! You would like to see,” he tossed up two handfuls of glitter and said, “The magic.” Balthazar gave the man a blank stare and said, “Sir, if you want to waste this one’s time I truly don’t have the time to waste.” The man quickly said, “Oh no no no! You see sir, I use this trick to scam the idiots, and however, you seem to see what the magic truly is.”

The man pulled out a chest with a lock on it and said, “This is where I keep my most expensive possessions, you see I have amassed these object after nearly a lifetime of exploring the sands which surround our magnificent city.” Balthazar looked at the man and waited, he was skeptical however, it couldn’t hurt to stay and make sure. The man opened the crate only to reveal more of the same, weak, watered down defensive magic, amulets and talismans with no real use save for decorating necks and quite possibly an arm or ankle if necessary. Balthazar looked at the man and quietly said, “This one is done here.” He then turned and walked away… this was pathetic, he had come all the way to find some powerful magical device and had ended up finding absolutely nothing… it was defiantly miles away by now.

When he turned around, he saw a man, walking around angrily, what a buffoon he thought to himself. The man had even walked up to the fountain and sent a poor man flying into it with a single punch. Balthazar thought to himself quietly, the man was dressed extremely well, and probably had quite a bit of munny, even though munny didn’t have any real magical ability, it did have an amazing effect on the human race, maybe he could make a profit by beating the buffoon. Balthazar walked up to the man who was now sitting at the fountain emptying his shoes of sand. Balthazar calmly said, “Excuse me sir, this one doesn’t approve of your actions. Only cowards attack men without warning.”

[mujo]

Mujo looked at the man who had just approached him… he was dressed like one of those… what did they call them in the last city he was in… a f*ggot, some weak sh*t who liked to make love with other men. After the man eloquently told Mujo his opinion, Mujo stood up, getting directly in Balthazar’s face, giving him an extremely threatening look and angrily replied, “WHO THE F*CK DO YOU THINK I AM!” He looked at him for a moment but before he had a chance to say a word Mujo exploded, which isn’t saying much considering what a hot head Mujo was, “HUT THE F*CK UP!I’L TEL YOU WHO I AM! I’M KOUJI MUJO AND I DON’T GIVE A FLYING F*CK WHAT A LITTLE SH*T LIKE YOU THINKS WHAT A FAIR FIGHT IS!” Mujo was now seething with anger, which wasn’t exactly a rarity, in fact saying that Mujo had snapped was the equivalent of saying a bird was flying, it was normal, and the poor chump who had set him off was about to pay the price.

Meanwhile, the people around them seemed to sense the tension, backing off, not wanting to get involved in Mujo’s tantrum, the people quickly backed off, forming a crowd which seemed to circle around the two men. Even though none of them wanted to get involved almost all of them wanted to see a fight, especially after seeing what Mujo was capable of, in fact, most of the people seemed to agree that Mujo was the favorite to win the fight, seeing the apparently passive looking Balthazar walking around. Quietly the people began to make the first f the bets, quietly saying things amongst themselves saying, “Twenty munnies says the quite one runs away.” While others said, “Yeah right! My twenty munnies says he stays and fights, gets beaten, but still fights.” Another replying, “You two are both full of it! I think the angry ones full of hot air and going to get embarrassed.” And so on and so on until every possible scenario had been discussed and bet upon in a matter of minutes.

After a few minutes of staring at his prospective foe, a sick smile formed on Mujo’s face, he leaned forward until he was right next to Balthazar’s ear and said, “I’m going to beat the sh*t out of you, you p*ssy *ss prick.” He then took a step back, not breaking his gaze with Balthazar, he then laughed and yelled, “THIS IS GONNA BE A F*CKING BLAST!” punching savagely at Balthazar’s head with a vicious right hook.

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[malice]

Balthazar looked at the man as he began to angrily unload upon him, during the torrent of pure hatred and threats Balthazar, thought to himself, what a buffoon, this is why this one doesn’t associate with humans unless he has to he waited as the man said things about the buttocks, female genitalia, fornication, and what he thought of what he had just said about his act of cowardice. Balthazar, actually found the vulgarity of this savage moderately amusing, he had met very few people, whose language was as colorful as this ones. Balthazar, attempted to analyze how the buffoon would try to attack him, he figured that the sheer anger he was showing would mean that the man would try an all out brutal slugging attack style; however, his body suggested otherwise, he seemed to be built like a martial artist, so he could possibly be much more dangerous than he appeared. In the end Balthazar decided to wait and see considering he couldn’t really figure out his style from just looking at him, but what he did know was that he defiantly wouldn’t need his sword to take this fool down.

Balthazar merely watched as the people crowded around them, another example of the savagery of humans, eager to see one of their own pummeled, Balthazar merely sighed and upon seeing the man take a step back coolly asked, “Are you done, bec…” but before he could finish he heard the buffoon yelling, and saw a fist coming his way, Balthazar only barely managed to duck underneath the blow. So he is a brawler Balthazar thought, this should be quick. As he finished the train of thought he leapt up by kicking off with his left leg and using the point of his right knee as the point of attack aimed at his attackes jaw, this should do the trick.

[mujo]

Mujo’s punch had missed, sailing over Balthazar’s head; his opponent was fast, much faster than most of the other opponents he had ever fought outside of an arena, in fact, if he wasn’t mistaken he was a little faster than most of the opponents he had fought inside the arena. However, just as he finished his, thought Balthazar’s knee hit him in the chin, sending him sliding back a couple of feet, but had not taken him off his feet. Mujo, lowered his head back down from the blow to look at Balthazar, he was surprised, so much so that he said, “Ah so the little sh*t does have some fight in him, he then laughed and said, “Come on you little f*cking prick, let’s see what you’re really made of.”

The people around them had begun staring in awe, most of the time fights like this only happened in the arena’s, however even these two seemed to be even more entertaining, if only for the fact that the angry one seemingly took what would be a knockout blow to any one of them as if it were nothing, and continued to verbally assault his foe. The crowd was exited at the prospect that they were getting to see an arena grade fight for free, and also by the fact that one of these men could die.

Mujo then tilted his head back and around, cracking his neck so that he could get the blood flowing. He then rubbed the spot where the knee had connected to his face, nothing seemed broken, so he smiled and said, “This is FAR FROM F*CKING OVER YOU LITTLE B*TCH!” He then charged forward aiming a brutal uppercut at his foe, this shot would probably end this his speed must mean that he has a glass jaw, it was time to give this guy a little nap.

[malice]

Balthazar looked on as his knee connected with Mujo’s face, as Mujo flew back he landed on the ground looking at his foe as he slid backwards. This was all over, no buffoon like the one he was facing now could stay up after a fist like that. He looked around at the crowd, which was now divided in half between boos, cheers, and yells of “I told you so’s.” Balthazar scanned the crowd to find the man who had previously had taken a fist to the face, it was time to get paid for his ‘services’. But before he could find him he saw it the man he had just kneed, Mujo, was not only very conscious and spouting angry cuss words, he also had never even been knocked off of his feet.

Balthazar was now annoyed at the buffoon, not only was the man vulgar enough to manage to use a curse word in every sentence if not every other word, he was also not complying with the ways things worked, when Balthazar knees some common idiot in the face, the common idiot stays down. The crowd had now gone quite; the air around them grew several times tenser. Balthazar opened his mouth to try and speak to the buffoon, maybe try to scare him out of the fight, but the buffoon had charged forward too quickly, he caught Balthazar by surprise, the Buffoon’s fist drilled upwards into his face, the sheer force of the blow lifted Balthazar into the air, arching backwards doing a flip in mid-air, landing face first on the sandy ground with a sickening thud several feet away.

Balthazar was down, but by no means was he out, Balthazar pushed himself up his hair covering his face Balthazar began to speak, a slight hint of anger in his voice, “No one… especially a buffoon like you,” he paused to smooth back his hair with his right hand as he got back up, now his voice returning to its monotonous calmness, “No one, lays his hands on this one.” Balthazar reached into his coat and withdrew his ornate katana hilt. He held it out in front of him, pointing it at him then whipping it abruptly to left summoning the extremely long icy blade. He then took his battle stance and said, “Today you die by this one’s hand buffoon.”

[mujo]

Mujo saw the scrawny looking man fly backwards as his uppercut connected, the crowd had flew into a riot some cheering for Mujo while others were booing, while others were yelling at the man to get back up for fear of losing their “investments”. Mujo yelled as the man was still on the ground, “SHOW ME YOUR MOVES F*GGOT!” while mockingly saluting him. Mujo then continued mocking him saying, “What’s wrong little prick?! Your jaw hurt a bit you sh*theaded prick?! COME ONE F*GGOT I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU!” Just as he finished his verbal assault Balthazar got up saying things like he’d regret touching him, among other things, just then Balthazar took out his Ice Katana.

As Balthazar took his battle stance Mujo laughed saying, “So, you’re gonna attack me with that sh*tty icicle?! Lemme show you what I’ve got!” Mujo knew that he wouldn’t do to well if he attempted to attack his bladed opponent with his bare fists, so he decided to use his own weapon. Mujo extended his right arm in front of him, pointed at his battle ready opponent, the toothpick in Mujo’s mouth stopped fidgeting, just then his right arm began radiating a strange purple glow. This glow would intensify as Mujo began the transformation, once the light reached its brightest point Mujo would close his fingers into a fist from ring finger to index finger, and then his thumb and pinky finger at once, once his hand was in a fist the armor on his arm would materialize starting at the fist and working its way up until the three spike on his shoulder formed, it was The Gravity arm Mode of Eve. The crowd looked on in fear as both men had summoned extremely powerful weapons from nowhere, the crowd began moving backwards to give the two combatants more room, thinning out to form a much wider circle.

Mujo looked around at the crowd who had now backed off to what they perceived to be safety, and Balthazar ready for battle, Mujo then yelled, “COME ON YOU DUMB F*CK SHOW ME WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!” waiting for his foe to start the fight.