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!

Comments

[androphobian]

Yui took a jump back, rather anxious as she wiped the sweat from her brow trying to concentrate. She knew exactly what she had to do next. She had to finish this match off this very second, before anything bad happened to herself or something worse happened to her opponent.

She could feel her body shaking again; she hated the fact that she wasn't over it, her androphobia, and could only do several attacks at a time. But she couldn't show it. Don't let it show, Yui, she told herself, readying herself yet again.

She had to do this in a quickly, or else she would be screwed. She's got this. ... She hopes.

[aplacetodie]

Akira gritted his teeth and made himself stand up straight. Even if he didn't want to beat this girl up, he still had to do his best here. He doubted the prison staff would be pleased if he just laid down and died.

And he wasn't interested in lying down and die, either. Not anymore.

His usual method of fighting -- hands-on grappling -- would just be awkward with this opponent; because of the height difference if nothing else. So instead he took a few quick steps back, digging his nails into the palm of his hand until he drew blood, then tossed a few small, sharp feathers up into the air. When they came down they would be aiming for non-vital areas on Yui; her arms, mostly. She needed to be bleeding too.

[androphobian]

With a nervous gulp, she found herself having to actually think about this. Her eyes watched him carefully, noticing that he was actually drawing blood. He was actually using his ability. But she already promised herself that she wouldn't even dare use it, no matter what the cost.

But just as she was about to take back her stance and go back on the offensive, all of a sudden, almost without warning - but of course, the announcer just had to tell her exactly what was going on and who exactly did it before the live, poisonous snakes dropped on top of her, right on cue.

Oh, someone was going to pay, alright.

Yet, not before she screamed from the top of her lungs, using the best of her ability to wring them off of her body with some kicks and punches, though they're still there, alive. And it's freaking her out, but she has more important problems to deal with. Hopefully those more important problems wouldn't be too cumbersome. And within the seconds she had to get the snakes off of her, Akira could have made a move.

Let's just hope she's lucky.

[aplacetodie]

"Really?" Was that actually necessary?

Akira flung more of his sharp blood feathers in Yui's direction -- except he wasn't aiming at her. A few snakes fell, impaled through the head; another found itself pinned to the floor by its tail, hissing and snapping its teeth.

"Not only do I have to fight a little girl, you're dumping snakes on her?" Akira demanded. "This is ridiculous!"

[androphobian]

Thankfully, Yui had good enough reflexes - in fact, they were pretty damn fine - to dodge any of Akira's attacks, just in case his aim was off by a little.

"Phew, at least I didn't get bitten by the snakes..." It was just a small relief out of the many problems that she had as she pulled herself back into her proper stance, deciding that she would have to end it soon. It's possible that another batch of snakes might fall, or hell, possibly something even worse.

Another kick to the groin should do it, she thought to herself as she hasted up her pace, readying herself. She wouldn't kick him straight on immediately; he would see right through her, and that wasn't a part of the plan. She would first do a spin kick from the left side towards the lower part of his right leg to trip him up and then jab with her knee straight to his weak spot.

"Let's see if this works..."

And she was going to go for the kill. She hopes, anway.