CARNIVAL CORPSE

[avibusraris]

That's right everyone, it's time for the Carnival Corpse! What does that mean? Well, gather around the holographic campfire of as we tell the tales of the Carnival Corpse. The event will go as follows!

All the inmates who are not deadmen will still be able to watch everything! We used to have it totally hush hush here in the prison, but hey- where's the fun in that? We have nothing to hide at all! And what'dya know, we actually get tons of sponsors for these sorts of shows from rich old men! Ha ha oh they're quite the riot. So! That means the ones who bid against these losers will be able to watch the show as well.

As for those participating? It's simple! Just attack the other one until they're dead or just knocked out- but hey we prefer the dead route, that's way more fun don't you think?

On with the show!

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[decideformyself]

Philip's eyes widened and he just barely managed to duck to one side when Ankh launched those fireballs at him. He grabbed at the tail of his vest to put out a lick of flame that had grazed it.

It looked like Ankh was going all out. How was he going to handle this? Right now, Philip looked very much like a deer caught in headlights.

[birdinhand]

Shingo might have been a bit more merciful with such a scared kid. But he wasn't the one making the decisions right now. Ankh was not letting up. But if he was just going to run, then he was going to keep him running.

"How boring..." he commented. He sent some more fire, one at a bit of a delay from the other, to try to catch him in a pincer.

[decideformyself]

His panic was clear as he dodged one attack only to run headlong into the next. And now his arm was on fire. Philip shouted and waved his arm, batting at it with his other hand.

Okay, this wasn't working. He couldn't just run around dodging. He had to do something, and he had to do it soon.

He lowered his head and ran straight at Ankh, intending to just punch and hope something connected.

[birdinhand]

Ankh didn't seem all that concerned with his charge. He stood there, still smirking. He raised a hand as if he intended to catch that fist with a flaming hand, but knocked out the flames around his hand just in time to actually do so. "Nothing personal. The prize is more important than you are."

He kept a firm grip on Philip's punching hand, and reached out with the other flaming hand to grab hold of his neck. He let the flames lick out down across his shoulders and down over his chest.

[decideformyself]

Shouting in panic, Philip scrabbled with Ankh's arm, trying to force it away. He'd come into this with a perfectly-formulated plan: Knock Ankh out without killing him. Now, though, he couldn't think. All he knew was he was on fire and it was one of the most horrible things he'd ever experienced.

When he couldn't make Ankh let go of him, he lifted a leg and kicked at Ankh's stomach. He wasn't braced for the recoil that followed; he went flying back and skinned his elbow as he landed on the floor. He struggled out of his flaming vest and shirt, a lick of blood making its way down his arm. Without thinking, he curled his hand around it and it solidified into a whip.

[birdinhand]

Ankh brought both his hands up into flames again, and didn't look at all fazed by the whip coming out toward him. "Finally getting how this is supposed to be, huh?" He walked toward him, a big smirk on his face. The only way he could do what he had to do was if he knew Hina wasn't watching. He didn't want her to see him do something like this.

And what he did was send another band of flames at Philip. He had absolutely no intention of letting up.

[decideformyself]

This time Philip was able to duck under the flames and roll to one side. His mind had basically shut off and he was running on pure instinct. His whip of blood cracked toward Ankh, striking at him several times in succession. No longer fully conscious of what he was doing, Philip didn't bother to hold back.

[avibusraris]

And then in the midst of everything, the announcer chimes in. His voice comes from the mechanical bird hanging overhead inside the massive bird cage they were fighting in.

"Ohooo~! It's time to apply a little present to one of you, it was bought by your very own Weiss Schnee! Thanks to her, Hawk will receive a nice warm bath!"

Up above, there's suddenly a little mechanical bird flying and carrying a large container. Once the bird is overtop of Ankh, the bottom of the container opens and the liquid spills onto him.

"Yeeeeessss that's right folks! Hawk is now covered entirely in acid! That has got to sting!"

[birdinhand]

The announcement caught Ankh off-guard. Someone was obviously trying to protect this guy. "Frigid bitch..." he muttered when he heard the name. He backed off from Philip and barely had time to cover his arms over his head and hunch over before it hit him.

Immediately the searing pain set him screaming. He could only barely keep his eyes covered. He staggered in place, and collapsed in a heap. He knew he had to get away from where it pooled on the floor.

Or maybe he could boil it away. He pushed his flames out in a big fireball toward where the acid had been dumped. Whether he was burning himself or that was the acid, he had no idea. And if Philip just happened to be in the line of fire, then that was just a bonus.

[decideformyself]

Instinctively, Philip jumped back and lifted his arms up to shield himself when the acid poured out onto Ankh. Whatever instinctive force had taken over to protect him shoved down the pang he felt in his chest for Ankh's situation. He couldn't afford to care.

With a whip-type Branch of Sin, he couldn't attack from too far away; but he could avoid getting too close. He dug his nails into his arm to draw more blood to add to the whip and darted around behind Ankh, striking blow after blow.

[birdinhand]

Ankh hadn't any control either. He couldn't even afford to look up. So he pushed the limits, surrounding himself in a wall of flame. He just needed a few seconds to let the rivulets run and do their damage before he could even think about getting up again.

Between the blood loss and the pain from the acid, his body shook. He was pretty much done for.

[decideformyself]

Philip shouted when that wall of flame surrounded Ankh. But he didn't let up. He lashed out, aiming his blows at Ankh's upper torso and head for a nice, quick K.O. If he burned himself in the process, he didn't even notice.

[birdinhand]

He took a few of those, but all at once the flames died when he lost consciousness. What acid had soaked into his clothes still burned away at them and his body, and where blood met the puddle of acid around him sizzled.

His chest moved in stutters, so he was alive. But barely.

[decideformyself]

For a few moments Philip kept whipping at him. In his frenzy, he either didn't notice or didn't care that his opponent was down.

But then he stopped.

His Branch of Sin gave out, the blood forming the whip dropping to the floor and pooling there. He took several stumbling steps backward as he came to his senses.

What had he done?