Masika vs Scottie McScottface

[lass of something much]

....'Kay

...

[Scott McLamok]

(I'm a idjit...)

[Mara the Wolf]

*Sics hellhounds on Scott*

[Scott McLamok]

Can we meet it more organized let's start in our cell/room areas....

Scott was in his room infront of a table sharpening his various weapons. Why was he so stiff right now? He rolled his arms and cracked his neck to calm himself down. Scott tested his knife on the tip of his thumb. The blade left a clean red streak. Smiling Scott placed back his knife, took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Showtime!

Scott got up from his chair and grabbed his helmet. He kept his helmet at his side as he walked down the corridor which lead to the gate of the arena. Scott stood at the opened gate his body covered in its shadow. His knuckles were tight against his sword hilt. Why was he shaking? He had fought tougher enemies....But that was on a battlefield where everyone was too busy trying to save their own skins to watch you. People he knew could be in those stands...Scott forced himself to calm down. He shoved his helmet on his head and sprinted to the center of the arena.

[Mara the Wolf]

Masika lounged in her room, stroking one of her hounds. Course, these were not ordinary hounds. The one she was petting was the size of a horse, with a small pair of horns growing out of its head. Four other similar hounds, as well as Orthrus, a two-headed hound surrounded her. Behind her was Cerberus, a massive three-headed dog that dwarfed all the other hounds, except for Fenrir, a massive wolf. The last of her menagerie was a giant, golden, three-headed dragon. Masika felt absolute confidence in her odds. She collected mythological monsters, after all. She could probably win without lifting a finger.

She stood up. "Come. Let's crush the latest idiot." She pulled out her sword and headed into the arena, her menagerie surrounding her.

[Scott McLamok]

In the center of the arena Scott waited. It was quiet and he didn't like it.

[lass of something much]

Wooo! Go Scott! *Claps*

[Scott McLamok]

Scott waves to his only fan Lass.

[Mara the Wolf]

Scott must have bern blind, as Masika and her menagerie had already entered the arena. "You're going down! Hydra, attack!

The Hydra sent a fireball at Scott.

[Russa Nodrey]

Scott waves to his only fan Lass.

Nah, bruh, Scott has many fans. *Gestures to several dozen fans that have been set up to cool off the combatants*

[Scott McLamok]

Scott must have bern blind, as Masika and her menagerie had already entered the arena. "You're going down! Hydra, attack!

The Hydra sent a fireball at Scott.

Scott turned around to see a fireball coming at him. The fireball collided a few inches infront of him throwing him back. Scott limped up. "

"Signal....Didn't......Go off yet...."

[Mara the Wolf]

"Well, whatever. Consider it a warning or whatever."

[Scott McLamok]

Scott rubs the black soot off of his armor.

"So....Whatcha have for lunch?"

[Mara the Wolf]

Masika raised a brow at the odd question. "A sandwich and yogurt."

[Scott McLamok]

"Oh! Nice! I haven't had mine so I packed it along!"

Scott pulls out his sandwich.

"See? It's pastrami, mayonnaise, and lettuce!"

The idiotic squirrel puts away his sandwich.