Nypho Arena A

In this arena a female or a group (Female combatant.) of 3 or 2 contestant come in and battle our people anything from furry male to a monster of the week. Demons or anything and they put up there skills against our best for bagging rights. If the female wins she get to do whatever she wants with her opponent but, if the monster wins it can do anything to her it wants to there female challenger. This will be done at our world famous arena which all competitor are welcome to come and play if, they dare, so come let us see want you got the only bad thing is if you lost then you get done anything to you because they own you for the day. Our crowds reach anywhere from 100,000 and up, and they really enjoy seeing the female try and take on their opponent winning or losing. Who am I you ask well I am your enjoying host Percy at your service but, enough of that for now let me get to the rules now.

1. Female gladiators can only wear bikinis no armor
2. All types of weapons are allow in the arena (Just make sure don't load yourself up to much)
3. The winner of the event has the right to do whatever they want to the loser for one day.
4. Let lose and have fun.
5. There will be as many battles as I want a day, and this is base on a first come first serve bases

The people began to come into the arena from all sides filling up the seats as the announcer looks at his watch and yawns "It almost time to start, I will give people a few more seconds to get into there seats before I start this up." He waited till the seat became a little bit more filled before smiles "Okay,.ladies and gentlemen we will be starting shortly so please give us a second." Soon the people began to cheer a bit awaiting for the game to start, and suddenly it all goes quiet "In this corner ladies and gentlemen we have a beautiful kitten deep from her native village in the jungle Nortil. She was bored so she decided to take up traveling and now here to show us wheat she got. Please give it up for the one and only Riona Sipher." The crowd cheers for her only a few boo. The announcer turns to the other side and smiles "Her challenger for tonight representing the arena and all it glory. He is the arrogant Demon from the underworld loving to travel the world till he came here loving to part take in abusing and sexual satisfying himself. You know him and love and hate him please give it up for Balkor." The crowd was fill with boos and cheers for him it was split down the middle.

Balkor waved to his many fans, many of which didn't even realize how much they loved him. He always gave a good show, was that not enough? The demonic warrior flexed his arm as he walked forward, before sniffing the air for his opponent. This was going to be a sweet bout, that was clear.

The ancient warrior knelt down and scooped up a handful of the arena's soil, smelling it before letting it blow into the wind, testing multiple facets of the day's weather and the ground on which he would be battling. Balkor visibly shivered, anticipation rising through the core of his being. Slowly he reached back and gripped his spear like sword, a wicked looking weapon and held it above his head with ease. The weapon would be far too heavy for a normal being to lift, luckily he was not normal.

A crowd favorite soon came, as he inhaled deeply, and released a small cloud of black fumes from his lungs. It would take holding a person down and covering their head in the fume to actually do anything... currently it was a useless battle tactic. He hoped to someday make it something more. With a yell of fury he slammed his weapon down into the ground before him, making the limited area shake. He was the strongest competitor here physically, no one had yet been able to match him in that regard. Not even the highest tier of warrior!

"Come now little one, test your might against me, let us see who remains victorious and with honor after this battle!" He shouted across to his foe, his voice booming with power and as the announcer had said, arrogance. He couldn't wait to... show her how much he cared for that body.

Riona walked into the arena through the black smoke and smiled at the crowd. Her reflective eyes shined through the black smoke to make her look like an intimidating specter. She drew her sword and stepped into view as the smoke cleared to reveal herself as a small humanoid feline who seemed like she wouldn't stand a chance against this giant of a demon.

She might not have been fighting for a very long time, but she knew her way around many weapons and tactics, and his strength would only be a factor if he was expert in its usage. She didn't even flinch at his booming voice and only replied with a meow and a cocky smile. She did have her own things to say though. "I will be the victor, one as huge and muscular as you wouldn't be able to catch a quick wildcat like me."

Balkor's eyes widened and his devilish grin soon spread far wider than was humanly possible, and he was soon to remind her looks could be deceiving when facing off against a demon. For he was far from human, that much should be clear already. Balkor lifted his blade from the ground and place it over his shoulder, holding it with a single hand. He then reached back behind him, and pulled forth a large throwing knife throwing it forward at his foe as quickly as he drew it.

But that was not the true motive of his attack, no it was to throw her off guard. Balkor dashed forward with demonic speed and planned to attack in the location the girl was moving to. "Do not for a second treat me like a normal opponent girl, it will not end well!" He said with a dark laugh as he swung his cruel weapon. He of course hoped she would avoid it, cleaving her in two wouldn't do much for him sexually, of course he could do SOMETHING but it was never as much fun.

Riona's pupils widened excitedly as if she was a cat in the middle of a hunt as she deflected the knife with her sword then dodged the demon's weapon by leaning backward until her head nearly touched the ground. She grabbed onto the shaft of the spear and flipped her body onto it so she was balanced on the blade. "You probably shouldn't treat me as one who takes anyone lightly. I act cocky, but the battle is always serious, even if I do like to show off." She ran along the shaft of the spear, aiming a slash at his neck.

Balkor never understood the point of running on the weapon your opponent was holding. He still had control of it after all, and she was not heavy enough to alter his sway. Balkor pulled his hands under the handle of his weapon, and pushed up so that she would fall back rather than get a slash at his throat. He then leaped back, holding his weapon normally again. His first attack had brought him closer, but now came the wonderful advantage that was distance.

The dark skinned warrior started to circle his foe, his neck still tingling from her attempt on his life. Her reflexes were good, and she was fast. However she lacked strength and defense, especially with the attire they gave these girls. Balkor took a moment to study that body as he circled her, jabbing with his spear at her from various angles. He needed to disarm her, so that he could have more fun with her.

Riona managed to dodge most of the various stabs, although she did take a few injuries since the force behind the stabs was so strong that it made the air sharp. She had a few very minor cuts on her now, but it didn't matter, they were too small to hinder her in any way. She started following his movements since she was easily able to keep up with him, and tried to get closer to attack his head again.

A small orb came out of the middle of field and came zooming over to where Riona was now standing "Oh my it is the Rishina Orb." Without slowing down or hurting her the orb shot into her back without throwing her off balances "This orb doubles pain felt by the opponent that she is fighting and and half all the pain taken by her. When it leaves her it will do one last thing before it leaves."

(The orb last for 6 of your post Riona)

The demon had been waiting for this, he was no stranger to pain and was not past hurting himself to achieve his own goals. Not wanting to kill opponents was a real drag, but that was also what made this so much fun! Balkor released a hand from his weapon and took a step to the side and then toward he, lifting his arm up. "Come here little kitty!" He said as he let her blade pierce through his forearm, his other hand releasing his spear now. He pushed his arm further into the blade, and twisted it with his amazing strength as his other hand reached forward to grab her hands, once again showing just how fast he really was for his size. He was going to disarm her, at least that was his plan. Of course the Orb was not a good thing, and the pain made the demon grunt angrily, he had felt worse.

She hadn't anticipated the demon to deliberately let her hit him which left her guard down. He managed to grab her hands before she could let go, so she was currently helpless unless he ended up making the mistake of bringing her close to his face. She looked at him angrily as she extended her nails into his hands to try and make him let her go.

The pain from her nails had nothing on the pain that was shooting through his arm from her blade, accursed arena. Anger swelled inside him, and his eyes flared a bright green for a moment, it was only pure willpower that stopped him from going into a berserk, which would only end with a battlefield covered in blood. The pain was enough to make him release her, but he didn't let go of her weapon. Balkor threw the girl away from him, while still gripping the weapon. He pulled the blade from his arm with a painful growl, and proceeded to lick his black blood from the surface of the weapon. Normally he would still be able to use his damaged arm, but the pain left it nearly immobile. He was not pleased, and his good arm soon flexed tightly, before he placed it on the ground at an angle and smashed his boot into the flat of the blade, snapping it in two. He threw the broken weapon aside. "I practically have one arm behind my back girl, come and dance with me." He said lowly, his eyes looking at her with a ferocity unseen before.

Riona got back up quickly with a ferocious look that could match his. She looked a little injured, but thanks to the orb she hardly felt anything. She ran at him at full speed, one so fast that she was just a blur. With her razor sharp nails extended, she ran around the demon and crossed her circle occasionally to try and land frequent scratches.

The demon swung his good arm with well aimed blows, but caught nothing but air. He was watching carefully for her, he was no slouch even when in pain. He was looking for a pattern, or a slow in speed. The moment she slowed herself down, she would feel his own claws. He kept on her, not letting her slack off as she diced him up with her claws. Rather than focus on the nicks, he focused on the pain in his arm. And through that pain he pushed forward, trying to catch her.

Riona felt herself starting to tire already, so she started running up the wall and hung there for a while. She kept herself there by digging her claws into it. The wall was about ten feet high, and she was at the top, but she still doubted if even that would keep her out of his reach. She needed to rest a little before going back down since running that fast took a lot out of her.

A green light when off as the crowd was cheering for their favorite fighter "Here comes a scenery change." Soon plants and other plant live began to begins to sprout out from the arena floor and soon the arena change from the arena to a lust jungle with trees and forest. This jungle would not be so easily recognize to both of them.

The scenery change would not effect his next attack, as he had kept his eye on her location. Balkor shot a look at her, she was only a few feet above him, easily reached with a small jump. However, he had something else planned for the kitten. He pointed his arm at her with an open palm, and from it a black tendril was released, snaking its way toward her at a very quick pace. With her tired it would not take nearly as much to catch her with his special technique, which already had tripled in size and number.

Riona saw the black tendril come at her from the moment it shot from the demon's hand. Although she was still tired, she was a lot less tired than she was, so her reflexes were still good. She let go of the wall just in time for the tendrils to hit the wall as she dropped to the ground. She dashed around the bushes to try and lose it, and she used her home environment to her advantage.

Balkor laughed as the tendrils grew even greater in number, "They sense my blood on you girl, even I can smell it over this putrid jungle," He spat as the tendrils followed close behind her. His blood was potent in the way it smelled, he would not lose her easily. Balkor was growing annoyed with this arena today, it was just annoying him every step of the way, and he was reminded of it constantly by the throbbing in his arm. The little kitten was starting to really bug him, he was going to make sure she had lots of fun when they were done with this.

Riona had a quick idea after Balkor had said that. She quickly dug her bloody nails into a tree and broke them off, leaving the blood there. It hurt a little, but thanks to the orb, she hardly noticed. She had at least one hand with nails left, which would help her greatly. She ran away from where she was now to leave her decoy to do its work, then stopped once she was behind him.

The smell had split, she was smart. But then again, the longer they played this game of... cat and horny demon, the more tendrils he could create, and in this case they split into two groups. This jungle terrain was starting to annoy him greatly, but while the amount of time the tendrils could exist shortened their numbers grew! "You are starting to get on my nerves, girl," he said in a low growl, his ears listening for her now. The tendrils had snaked around, and were looking for something behind him, and also in front of him.

Riona laughed in her thoughts, then jumped out of the bushes to attack his back with her still intact claws. She landed on his shoulders and brought her nails to a point and aimed to drive then in with enough force to pierce the spine.

Balkor felt her small frame leap against him from behind. Her nails would have surely punctured and killed a human, and the pain was enough to make him flail for a few moments. But his body was not as frail as a human, and while it left him with in a lot of pain, the tendrils had returned to their master, and would attempt to wrap around the girl and throw her off along with bind her. Balkor would be on his knees, the orb couldn't last much longer could it?

The tendrils managed to get her and throw her into the wall, but like before she hardly felt it. She got back up and saw the hilt of her sword that was still attatched to part of the blade. She picked it up and kept it with her since it was still useable.

The orb comes off of her body now, and up into the sky as the jungle faded away and it was replace with ice and snow. The orb light surrounds both of them pulsing lightly now. It was absorbing the pain that they had ever felt now. They both would fell funny as this happen.