Nypho Arena A

As the pain left, the demon turned to face her, the tendrils were no longer coming from his hand but instead the wound she had left in his neck, and they were coming at her once more, the number of them almost impossible to count as it came into the final stretch of their existence on this battlefield. Balkor had not moved much since he had dropped his weapon, and soon reached down to pick it up as the tendrils moved toward their prey. He was curious as to what the Orb was doing, and it was making him more than curious. He prepared himself mentally for it, so far this girl had been aided more by this damned arena than anything, so while his dark powers chased her down, he looked up to the orb.

She did indeed feel funny when the orb left her, but she had better things to worry about now. She used her speed and stump of a sword to defend herself from the dark tendrils, but as she did so she left herself completely open to other attacks since even with her speed the tendrils were close to overwhelming her. She was also quite worried about what the orb was doing, and now that the demon's pain was leaving him, she was at an overall disadvantage.

Suddenly the orb began to rotate faster in the sky before the light stop the snow all over the place now, and the orb slams into the ground like a rock shattering it causing a small earth quake as it rotate faster all gravity turns off and the ice and snow floats in the air.

The demon pulled the tendrils back and used his arm that no longer felt pain to help take hold of his sword and slammed it down into the ground, and then twisted it so that the blade was well dug in. The tendrils proceeded to wrap themselves around the handle to help hold him to it, using the weapon as an anchor. "Whoever is running the arena today is going to be at the end of this blade by the end of this day!!" He growled angrily, cursing several times more. He had a very bad feeling about all of this, he was doing his best to work against the tide of problems that seemed to assail him from this damned place.

Riona once again used her claws to hand on to the wall so as to not float away, then saw that her opponent was at a great disadvantage now that he had to use annd he had to anchor himself to the ground. She readied herself on the wall to spring in her opponent's direction to try and get a couple slashes in with what was left of her sword.

As soon as she can close because she had to cross the orb because she was directly between them. A blue wall of energy form forcing her away. Suddenly all gravity would come buck as thew orb began to pulse harder now there was a noise that was getting louder to the fighter before came to unbearable levels of immobilization before a huge pulse came off it sending all pain through there body that they both had ever felt.

(Basically this thing is making you not only see and feel ever bit of pain your character felt but, your opponent too.)

Balkor had expected two outcomes, one was the ball lifting them both so high into the air before turning the gravity back on several fold, the other was bringing back all the pain they had felt at once. What he hadn't expected was to feel all the pain over his entire lifetime as well as her own pain. But over the course of her mortal span, it was but a cup of water versus the waterfall of pain he had felt over several thousand years. The ball was having them both feel this immense pain, and it left Balkor humbled.

His screams of agony could be heard throughout the stadium now, as he fell to his knees. The noise was nothing to the pain. His fingers which spasmed, searched the ground for a single thing... which he soon found, the broken blade of his foe. He gripped the sharp blade in his hands, causing black blood to ooze from his fingers and cut down to the bone. He then looked to his knees with a blurred sense of vision, his eyes a blaring green. The demon lifted the blade in his hand, and proceeded to slam it down into his leg, hoping to wash the pain he felt with a concentrated point. It was not working very well, the visions of his past were making that all too clear.

He was hallucinating now, his skin was all burnt, seared by flames as he was burned alive. Soon he was high above the ground, slowly being impaled on a spear by gravity. Wooden wedges are pushed under his fingernails, and his entrails are twisted around him as if to form a noose as he hangs from a tree.

For a single moment he regains clarity, and he does not look to his enemy, but instead to the orb before him. With strength fueled by pain, anger, and urgency, he pulls the blade from his leg, and hurls the broken blade with all his might at the orb. He would not remain awake for long.

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