Lore: Fighting Spirits!

Zera:Bah, fine, whatever. I suppose I should just be happy you're back, let alone the fact you're wearing those clothes. ^ ^
KMakon:Next fight?.? I mean, I need something to take my mind off of Fierce being so meeeean! Q.Q *cries lightly into Lucky's chest*

Lucky: But she's always mean, Makon.
Fierce: What? You gonna do somethin' ta me in these clothes or somethin'? Keep talking so highly about 'em.

Zera:Well of course I do! ^ ^ I mean they're pretty hot.
KMakon:She isn't mean to Zera...=.=

Fierce: Well tough shit, you're not putting your hands on me again. You cost me our match.

Zera:Well it's not as if you would've won if we didn't have our fun right? ^ ^ You were so cute back there.

Fierce: But you ripped my panties off. That was cruel of you.
Gentle: >.> Of all the clothes you had on your body, those were the most important?

Zera:Oh, I am so sorry...not really. Your reaction was priceless. Besides, it's been a while since I saw your vagina. Y'know, tentacles and all that doing that work for me usually.

Fierce: Whatever. *crosses her arms*

Zera:You shouldn't be so annoyed, you seemed to be having fun, and although you lost, you managed to get yourself out of that pit thing. You should be happy. ^ ^

Fierce: Ugh, fine. Yer right. Sheesh.
Gentle: Aw, don't be like that. At least he's not fondling you.

Zera: It's just a shame I haven't gotten to fight Gentle yet...then again, there's no injury here so it won't be as fun for her as it could be. =.=

Gentle: Yeah, no fun at all. *sighs*

Zarktus: Okay! Next we have for a little of round four, The female Zera versus, Gentle! From the one modern Lore!

Gentle: Guess we're up. *they both get warped to a beach area* beach? Really?

FZera:*looks around*....huh. How serene.

She holds her hand out and a black staff warps into existence, a torrent of blue flames expanding from its form. FZera tosses it in frotn of her and it rapidly takes ont he form of a large steam-punk designed cannon that fires a fast-travelling sphere of burning blue energy that exploded when within a certain range of Gentle.

It does no direct damage to her clothing, but inflicts a great amount of pain on her as well as setting her clothing on fire, the flames being bright turquoise and burning slower than any normal fire.

FZera recalls her weapon into its staff-form and channels ethereal magic into it to make it a double-bladed/ended scythe, and begins to run at Gentle to close the gap between them, as I imagine there is a far distance between the two.

Gentle douses the fire with a veil of water magic that ends up slightly dampening her clothes before firing burst of air that blow small holes into FZera's bolero on her arms.

FZera glances at the holes put into her clothing briefly before swinging her staff-scythe at Gentle, the ethereal blades settings her clothing ablaze again while the actual, physical staff is used to wear down Gentle's poise. FZera's attacks naturally aim at the upper body while also bashing alongside Gentle legs to make her fall over. Whenever an end of the staff is pointed at Gentle, it blasts her with a torrent of blue flames that ignite her.

Gentle: Ahhh! Mmf... *leaps backwards and shoots wind blasts at FZera once before she combines both guns to turn into a rifle and fires off a highly oncentrated fireball*

FZera's bolero is halfway in tatters from the wind blasts, but mitigates some of the damage from the fireball by having her focus/staff spin rapidly in front of her, which generates a weak barrier to take some of the damage. All of her bolero is tattered and scorched with part of her white shirt singed.

Her staff splits in half and the ethereal blades fade away as the staff's halves transmute into the form of handguns before warping into FZera's hands. As she fires at Gentle, geysers of light blue-green flame spout from the guns to burn Gentle's clothing further.

Gentle's clothing without her realizing it, is reduced to just her undies while she blushes from the immense pain caused by the fires.

Gentle: Ahhhh....Yes....Pain.
Zarktus: Hm? Pain? You're feeling pain? How? Huh. Must be the magic. Shoot, i didn't nerf that enough! Oh well.

FZera:...? *goes over to Gentle* Huh...so you're a masochist. ._.u

Zera:Wow, I mean the fight was alright, I guess, but that was fast.
KMakon:o//o Gentle's so pervy.

Gentle: I'm still fighting.
Zarktus: Well in that case. Sudden strip! *changes them into swimsuits*
Gentle: Wait, what? And yeah I'm a masochist? Does it bother you?

FZera:Well, not especially...it's just odd.*looks at her own clothing* >//> (mumbles) What a stupid tourney...

FZera merges her pistols and, making it have just one large ethereal blade to make it a scythe, swings the staff into Gentle in a bid to knock her back while igniting her with the slow-burning flame.

Gntle stumbles and douses the flames before firing wind blasts at FZera.

Gentle: You are kinda pretty though. ^ ^ It's a shame one of us is gonna have to lose. I'd love to get to know you better.

FZera:.//.u Yeah, thanks...! *tries to either dodge or re-position herself so the blasts don't undo her clothing, and retaliates with ethereal pistol fire*

Gentle dodges so as to avoid the fire and fires more wind blasts at FZera.

Gentle: Must've been a nerf, cause I usually fire pure magic from these things.

FZera attempts a dodge, but a sufficient number of wind blasts hit one side of her swimsuit, tearing a chunk of it off, showing half of her stomach and the lower part of her chest, but not any part of the bust.

The pistol merge, thin out and lengthen to become a whip seething with ethereal energy, and is long enough to lash out at Gentle, which is just what FZera does with it.