Lore: Fighting Spirits!

Baird: *gets knocked out of his boots, up in the air, then on the ground, where a good portion of his pants are ripped off* HOOF! ow...*gets up* Alright then, no mercy! *tries to cast a spell, but it fizzles* oh..out of magic...damn!

Zinc: i suppose it takes a lot for a man to be embarrassed. Unlucky for Zarktus, both of us are men.
Zarktus: Wait what? You just said you were a woman! Stop confusing my boner!

Baird: I'll have you know that I am a master swordsman! I don't need magic to win my fights! Now! *draws his dagger in tandem with his rapier* Come at me then!

Zinc: Well....My younger sister's the master swordsman. i was never cut out of swords. but I'l try my best. *conjures her great butcher knife again and runs to Baird before slashing his clothes with her knife*

Baird: *gets his shirt torn to shreds, only his loincloth remains* Okay, I'm not used to fighting against kitchen implements! *thrusts at Zinc with his dagger, then slashes across her shoulders with his rapier*

The undershirt tears open, revealing the breast bindings.

Zinc: Argh. This is annoying. And I'm not used to fighting WITH kitchen implements either. *slashes at Baird*

Baird: *parries the slashes* Ooooh there once was a woman, who posed as a man! Who was maybe the best chef in all the laaaand! *slashes Zinc more across the chest* And she fought the spoony bard, which turned out it wasn't that hard~

Zinc: Now you're just flattering me. *backs away and the bindings tear a bit* Now. *shoots a fireball at Baird*

(the fireball hits Baird, and he gets knocked to the ground, naked)
Baird: Well, you know what they say. Flattery is the quickest way into a woman's heart.

ZInc: That is true... You put up a great fight though. For a bard.
Zarktus: And there goes the battle! *drops baird into the ball pit*

KMakon:Aww....that fight sucked. =.=

Baird: Psh. "For a bard", she says.

Hallia: Ah! A man just fell down into the pit.

Ergo: I know.
Lucky: Well. I guess there's not much else left, huh?

KMakon:Yeah....I hope I don't fight a guy. =.=
Zera:I hope all of my opponents are Fierce. ^ ^
KMakon:That'd be nice too, actually.

Gentle: *sits in Zera's lap* Well there's only two of them left so far. Unless he calls back our Fierce for some reason.

RJenghas: You're not fighting my wife!

Zera:Hey, two more is potentially two more rounds. Fighting you and any of your derivatives would be nice though. And that's what you think...Jenkins. I actually have no idea. Would be funny as all hell though.

Gentle: I don't care who you guys fight. Not my problem.

RJenghas: ................................ I swear to the gods, the next person to call me Jenkins gets their head removed! I mean it!

Zera:Well it could be your problem, Gentle. ^ ^ Not that it wouldn't be fun for the both of us. ^ ^

Gentle: Yeah but it doesn't seem like the weapons and all hurt. That sucks.

Zea:Eh? Oh right. Yeah. I don't mind that the fights are basically strip shows though. Unfortunate for you though. Won't be that bad.

Gentle: Yeah. It's just that you're the only person who ever sees my underwear....Well Fierce does too. >.>

KMakon:.///. So Gentle, you and Fierce have se-
Zera:>,> No you sick fucker, that's not what she meant and you know it.
KMakon:Well...I'm a optimist, so I was just hoping...yeah.

Gentle: Why would we have sex?
Lucky: Maybe they have threesomes with Zera?
Gentle; Not it either. -,-

Zarktus: next is Jon and..... Camille! *warps them to the arena*