Easy Money

[Galadriel]

  Sweat dripped down the face of her opponent, he was the eighth to try to fight her, to win the hefty cash prize that Galadriel found herself needing. She was of the mind that money should be earned not taken, and for her this sparring contest was a quick and easy way to make it.
  Two nights she had spent sleeping under the stars, she did not mind that life of course but decided it was time to rent somewhere with a soft bed and a warm shower, the lake was all well and good but the coldness of her baths soon grew old.
  Seven men before him soon found themselves flat on their backs, their minds blank. Galadriel did not use her powers, simply her combat skills ingrained into her from a young age, that and her sheer speed and strength made her seem unfairly advanced not to mention her cyborg limbs, but never mind, it wasn't like she was killing them. The men were all far too cocky and arrogant for her liking anyway so she enjoyed taking them down a peg or two.

  She stood with hands down at her sides, her eyes watching the man opposite through her visor, the shake of his hands, the increased heart rate, he was quite obviously nervous and rightly so.
  He stood frozen on the spot, not brave enough to make the first move. The crowd shouted and leered at the cage, their eyes full of anger, they all wanted to see a good fight, a good show down, they wanted to see someone who could beat her.
  Galadriel never understood that kind of mind set, a mind bent on seeing or inflicting blood. Yes, she was a soldier and yes she had murdered thousands but it was not something that she craved, not something that she strived for.
  A sideways tilt of her head and a finger curling to tell the man to make his move. He blinked and wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath he ran at her with all of his force, fists raised, ready to strike.
  Galadriel remained stock still, only moving ever so slightly to evade his pathetic attack, her leg then sweeping at his own. He quickly found himself on the blood and sweat stained floor, crawling quickly to his feet he swung for her.
  Galadriel grabbed his fisted hand in her own and squeezed it ever so gently, but enough to make the man wince with pain. His other hand grabbed and tried to squeeze her throat, to cut of her air supply. His hand found metal under skin and Galadriel jolted forward head butting the man with a cracking sound.
  He dropped to the floor unconscious and Galadriel released his broken hand. She turned to give the crowed a bow, who were both booing and cheering for her. She did not care what they thought, she just wanted that money.

  The contest was over and Galadriel swooped her body under the chain linked fence of the cage and made her way over to collect her prize. A small boy came beside her as she took the bag of cash. She turned to find his little face staring up at her in awe, not once had she spoken since entering this place, her robotic voice usually scared people away but as she crouched down to be eye level with the boy she smiled to him, ''Hello.'' Her soft robotic voice came out of her human mouth. The boy looked in awe of her and held up a piece of paper for her to sign. She shook her head, ''You sign this yourself child, one day you will be great. One day you will have others look up to you, you do not need a signature from someone like me.'' She pat his head in a friendly manner and gave him a fair few notes from her bag.
  Standing, Galadriel bent at her waist, bowing to the little boy and making him feel special, important. Turning on her heel now she began to leave as another fight began in the background.

[Cerverous]

This was a bad idea. Cerverous spoke silence in his own mind as he stood rather casually in the ring. The crowds roar was deafening, painful. the air was as heavy as the sun and just as hot from the innumerable human and vampire bodies packed into it. Were his sense of smell not locked behind its door he would be assailed by blood, sweat, vomit, alcohol, smoke and everything else that always accompanied such gatherings. The one thing he couldn't find was his own opponent. Probably standing stock still cause he knows I can't see him. He was slightly larger than Cerverous, with a nice beach body about him, short cropped black hair, brown eyes and a hard square face. All this was gathered earlier with his own sixth sense as he bent through the chains. Bangs, so long and thick they completely hid his eyes, bounced a small tick with a twitch of his head, and behind him black hair brushed gently through a small splatter of fresh life.

The man had yet to take up a stance, standing much the same way Cerverous was. He doesn't know who I am.The thought had come as soon as Cerverous had touched his blood. He had been scared, and determined. Scared because he almost had to fight the woman. won seven fights in a row Cerverous had been told as he listened to the sounds of metal colliding with flesh in what, he assumed, marked her eighth and final victory in whatever contest she was in. Too bad I couldn't fight her, that might have been a little more even. The man across from Cerverous was determined to prove himself, though. He'd shown fear at the thought of fighting some that cut through the competition like it was butter, but now he stood before an unknown blind fool. If nothing else, he'd get satisfaction from killing him.

On one side hands came up. "Ready to die puny man?" a silent wave of the hand beckoned him on, and succeeding in sparking his already fragile temper. The brute charged as hard and fast as he could. A hand came round for an obvious right hay-maker. Slow motion could be used to describe how Cerverous received it. The sound of his feet and battle cry. The break in the air from his body's movement. The motion of his blood. Too fucking easy. Cerverous' own right hand shot out like a thunder bolt at the very last moment. It slapped into the other and destroyed the momentum, before bolting again into a rib. The bone cracked under the impact, and the shock, and pain made the brute take a quick stagger step back before his leg launched into a kick at the side of Cerverous' head. He leaned back and the naked foot passed mere centimeters away from his nose. A twist put his foot on the ground and another brought the other up in a follow up, doomed to fail. Cerverous' leg shot out like his hand had and took his opponents foot right off the ground. With his momentum destroyed again, and both feet in the air, the brute fell flat on his face. He jerked up and rolled away to find Cerverous' back facing him as he regained his feet. This is actually kinda boring... I wonder if miss undefeated is watching... Maybe I should open another sense to help balance the scales.

[Galadriel]

Galadriel came to the entrance of the building, stopping to go to her locker. Turning the key she began to unload her numerous weapons, placing them back where they belonged, her pistols, sniper, knives and her prized dual katanas. As she kitted herself up people around her began to back away as though she were a bomb about to go off. She sighed to herself, she did not specifically need these weapons, not now she had gone AWOL, it was just a habit that she could not and would not break. Facing the world alone, she had to be prepared, after all she had an entire army out for her blood.
The vibrations of the fight in the background caused her to turn and watch with curiosity, one man was soon flat on his back and Galadriel tilted her head, one part of her wanted to leave and go about finding somewhere to rent but the curious part of her was intrigued by this man.
With a lick of her lips she made her way back to the ring, the loud cheerings grew louder still as she walked over, but she had no intention to go back into the ring just yet, she just wanted to simply watch how this would unfold.
She eyed each male, the one on the floor first....heartbeat, human... Sizing him up, he would be no challenge. Then turning to the other who had his back to his opponent...Vampire...age unknown....ancient... Immediately her interest was spiked by him, an ancient vampire, none of the opponents he was set to face this night would even put a dent in him.....Good match.... He would be a challenge if she were to fight him, she knew that much.

  She stood in the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb, looking through her visor to watch what the vamp might do next.

[Kingsley]

It had been a good long while since she’d seen some form of fight and each time she saw someone who could prove to be a match, her blood boiled and sang for her to spill theirs. At times her fingers had gone stiff and cold and before she’d realized what she was doing, the hand had been reaching for Czernobog. Right now she found herself in a rather rowdy arena of sorts, with people fighting to win money. What a joke. No one Downtown ever fought for money, they fought to stay alive. Sitting on the chain link fence and swinging herself with the tip of her toe, Adara watched the two contestants after watching the woman’s match. This one was a no brainer, the other one had been the same. Both of the contestants had been far too much for their opponents, and seeing the way the body of this fighter stood even after he knocked down the apparent “threat” it was easy to see he was bored and how this fight was going to end.Pretty much like the others. A slow smile spread across Kingsley’s face as she reached behind her, both of the katanas were still within their sheaths; though she was reaching for the one with the black handle, for Czernobog – the Heart of sin.

Ragnarok sensed this and her scabbard and handle began to glow with a golden light, wishing to be the sword drawn for combat should the young woman deem it necessary to enter, or interfere with today’s happenings. In debate, Kingsley licked her upper lip seeing as how she could just jump in there at any given moment and take hold of the situation. The excitement was crawling under her skin, making her antsy in her seat. Though taking her eyes off the fight in the arena she scanned the crowd, not once lowering her hand from the blade’s handle, looking for the female contestant that had vacated the floor to gather up her money. Kingsley spotted her within the crowd, she stood out from all the other hollering, spittle spewing vermin gathered here to see the fight. You’d think Mike Tyson is fucking fighting. Kingsley herself was given a wide berth though she hadn’t so much as pushed her way through, simply walked. It must have been that they sensed Czernobog, which also meant that she was probably in the company of a few demons. It was a good thing that the hood of her sweater was kept over her head; only the thick and long tresses of black hair were exposed. That, and her fingers and blades. The other, the third one was snuggly hidden in the cuff of her boot; the one that would clear the place of any demon presence if she pulled it out and riddle it with many of the fucking douchebag lords of Hell. “To fuck this shit up… or not…”

The girl mused, looking from the woman back to the arena; waiting for the next move.

[Cerverous]

What the fuck!? Is he... facing away from me!? Rage spawned deep within the human, strong, murderous, red as blood. It grew through him and consumed his entire being at a stone staggering pace. Cerverous felt it rattle the man's entire body. Anger changed the way an entire person worked, rage mad them a new creature all together. This creature was still too weak. The ring rattled and pounded and shook under his charge. The chains clanged and screamed from their thrashing. Cerverous was a statue made of water. The blood thirsty hay-maker found no target but air. A foot slid back across the blood and launched it airborne, where it collected into a storm of droplets. His own hand snapped back and blasted forward, fingers half curled to frame the palm. The heel of his hand took the man's jaw and tore it into the sky as the bone cracked like a whip. His feet danced: right back, left back, right up then down, slap off and all the way up. His movements could blind as he sliced through the world. The leg went up and up in an arc that brought it down onto a very fragile clavicle with all the force of god, before he even began to fall back to the ground. The blood stomped back into the arena like artillery shells, combined with the kick and the dead body slamming down, it sounded of multiple thousands of feet creating thunder all in perfect unison, deafening is the word.

His hair whipped around him as he spun into and through the kick, back to where he started. The force of it barely broke on the ring floor and carried the body halfway to the other side before it even stated rolling. Fuck. Cerverous had not meant to loss such control on the man, he was only human and the plan was for him to at least live through the beating. I let his rage take hold of me. I let myself get carried away so easily. HE paid little attention to the crowd, but the noise was quieter so he assumed they'd become stunned at his very inhuman display. What he did pay attention to, though, was smell of metal that struck his nose hard as a brick. It wrapped around the blood in a cocoon of technology that should not yet exist. So she did stay... but there is another. The girl with the jumpy hands and the mouth more vulgar than sin. I can feel this turning quite interesting, lucky me.

[Galadriel]

Galadriel watched the men in the ring until she caught a woman watching her within the jeering crowd, a tilt of her head and her covered eyes accessed her, she looked as though she wanted a fight, her hand on the katana at her back.
Galadriel looked forward to the ring once more as the vampire got to work, she had to clench her teeth, this sparring contest was not a match to the death, it was a tap out or knock out spar and he had just massively crossed the line by killing an innocent human.
Galadriel stood and stepped through the stunned crowd down to the ring, scooting below the rope she was now in the bloodied ring with the vampire, glaring at him briefly before she walked to the human's body, she had felt his fear as his life was ripped from him, he was indeed undeserving of such a death.
Removing a sheet from the pack at her back, she bent and covered the lifeless and battered body with it out of respect and the fact there were young children here within the arena, she did not understand why people would bring such youngsters here but then again she had seen many things and done many things she should not have by their ages.
Turning to face him now, ''There are no death matches here, he did not deserve to die.'' The crowd were still silent besides the crying of some of the children until a woman came out from the crowd and wept as she moved to be beside the dead body, Galadriel assumed it was his wife or something.

Glancing back over her shoulder at them she sighed before she had to turn away, her pathokinesis more of a curse than a blessing.
She glanced to the weaponed female once more half expecting her to jump in the ring for a fight. Galadriel had her morals however, there were illegal tournaments for such fights, she expected, ones where weapons were allowed also, but that was not this tournament which had now drastically come to an end with the blood bath this male had created.
The crowd soon quickly filtered out after a while of gawping silence, just leaving the body and the woman, Galadriel assumed the authorities would be called and she for one, could not afford to be arrested and be put in the radar of the army once more, but she would not leave just yet, this male and possibly the female also may be of a threat to the lone mourning woman.
Galadriel remained still and now silent as she observed the two before her, waiting and anticipating, her hands down at her sides, ready should she need to be. 

[Kingsley]

Blood. That voice inside her head crooned quite obsessively over the fluids being spilled over the arena floor, consecrating the ground with the life force of another. Tongue loosened from the confines of mouth and licked the underside of her upper lip, imagining what it might taste like. The battle was as short as was expected when such vast differences in strength were glaringly obvious. Kingsley’s attention had turned away from the woman so as not to miss a single beat in the battle, which was why she hadn’t noticed the other female looking back at her. Yet at the same time, the corners of the lips pulled back to expose the blunt human teeth, slightly squared in a secret smile. Fingers relaxed their hold on the blade, dropping to the lap; just inside the right thigh.
The other female was the first on the scene; people had gone quiet thanks to the lovely surprise of death. They shouldn’t enter fights if they’re not ready to die. It was a silent agreement between wielder and deicide and Ragnarok had yet to speak her piece, instead watching from the confines of her blade, listening intently. Curious as a kitten she looked on, the others in the crowd dispersing and the wails of children audible thanks to the shocked silence. Someone shut that fucking kid up. Rising from her seat as the other female lectured the male, Kingsley rolled her eyes and her fingers rose up.

Another woman entered the ring, perhaps the wife of the slain human laying on the ground in his own blood. It was starting to get tedious, all of the wailing and the moaning over the death of someone careless enough to be in battles anyway. The male has noticed us. Ragnarok’s voice inside her head now, it had been a while since the deicide had spoken to her that it took Kingsley by surprise at first. Her fingers snapped and the shadow attached at her feet dispelled, moving with accelerated speed and extending into a fine point. It stopped beneath the feet of the four in the arena; there was no sound nothing but the quiet and the waiting. When suddenly Czernobog sprang up in spikes, impaling the crying human woman up in the air before he withdrew and she flopped like a fish out of water on the ground. Her eyes turned towards the cyborg female, staring with surprise and death in her eyes; but it wasn’t over yet. Czernobog compressed into an oval as long and wide as the dead human woman, before turning into multiple shadow saws which hacked the body into tiny pieces, little more than mulch. Czernobog spread out and touched the shadows of the other two, or their feet; before he appeared to recoil and return to Kingsley with that same deathly silence as before. The male tastes of Demonfall. Now that was interesting.

“Are you going to stand there and lecture the fuck out of our brains, or are you going to put your fucking money where your mouth is and take on a real challenge?”

She’d stick around for the answer, if the woman decided to let her down then she’d just move the fuck along. It would be better to fight the male; he would prove a good distraction. Even Ragnarok was thrilled at the excitement and challenge he might pose.

[Cerverous]

"Yes" He knew the question would be on every last one of their minds. Most of them, quite annoyingly, took far too long to comprehend what they weren't expecting. "He is dead" His finger shot out at one of the random faceless accusingly and began to sweep a slow ring. "I killed him and you all know it." The cyborg was in the ring by now. on the outside, her glare would pass as completely ignored, inside, he literally couldn't see it. "leave." It wasn't until they complied the his hand fell back to his side, when it did a woman began to weep. His head snapped up at what he heard. "Didn't deserve to die you say? Maybe not, but how would you know? This was not meant to be a fight to the death as the 'authority' said. He came into this fight believing that if he couldn't protect himself, then the rules would. That is no way to fight. Its pathetic." He feet slid across the man's fresh blood to bring him face with this cyborg woman. "I agree that what I did was uncalled for, mostly. I had no motivation to kill him, no reason. So why did I? I have no answer, force of habit, maybe, but to say he didn't deserve to die. Did you know him? Everything about him? Down to the smallest detail? Enough to say that he was in-arguably without crime to warrant death? No, I doubt it..." Lips curled, fangs peeked out from a hungry grin. "Perhaps it was his fear that brought those words from you. I felt it. There at the last moment, it exploded from him like poison gas. Everything fears for its life, especially humans, but that does not decide whether they deserve to lose or keep it."

He felt a shadow, it shot across the floor, so compressed it was invisible, and hid in the shadows of his feet. Where the fuck did this thing come from!? It had almost found its destination to be quite hostile at the advance, but its own demeanor got it treated with instead. "Who are you?" He said to the shadow. "Where did you come from?" But it was gone. Shortly after, he listened, and smelled, and felt against his skin, the quick and gruesome destruction of his own victim's mourner. His attention converged on the shadow again as it went so far as to brave the odds and touch him directly. Upon it's recoiled retreat his own shadow wrapped and raked claws through it before breaking and melting back. He turned his head slowly, tilting it so the bangs would reveal a black pool, that fell on the girl. His face twisted into a warning as he glared over his shoulder, hopefully conveying to her 'don't fucking touch me again.'

[Galadriel]

Galadriel snapped her head towards the vampire as he began to speak to her, ''He was a human, at least he fought with an ounce of honour. This was not a battle ground, but a sparring contest. Perhaps he would not have been in the ring if he had known that death would follow, such battles were not meant for this night.'' She glanced to the female before looking back to the vampire again. ''Perhaps you would be deserving of such a death, since you cannot control your own strength maybe you should be put down, vampire, seen as you think that you are entitled to play God to other's lives.''
She tilted her head glancing back to the female once more as her hand reached up to her blade as it had done previously, the shadows crept over to them, merging with their own and Galadriel kept her eyes on them, this was some sort of demonic presence.
Galadriel's head jolted to the side as she locked eyes with the impaled widow, her eyes looking deep into her own below her visor. Galadriel could feel all of her emotions but with a clenched jaw she managed to control the women's own, take away her fear and pain as the shadow finished her off with brutality.
Galadriel's mouth widened into a toothy smile as she turned her head from the bloody mess to look at the human woman who was to blame, a laugh erupted from Galadriel before her face straightened and she suddenly went deadly quiet. A tilt of her head and her visor retracted back beneath her skull to reveal her white eyes. ''What do you mean our? At no point did I open my mouth to you. You are nothing but a human with tricks in your swords, what they see in you I do not know. You are the one who has chosen to intervene, I had no interest in you, only this ancient here.'' Her now revealed eyes remained locked on the woman, a blue glaze swept over them as her corrosive and ice rays built up.
Her hand twitched down at her side, the bullets from her weapons and straps rose up around her, aiming at the women. A grin crossed her face once more before Galadriel began to utter some words under her breath, enchanting the bullets with a holy power.
This human women seemed to think herself as the bees knees or something, arrogance was always something that had gotten on Galadriel's nerves, and this women reeked of it.

[Kingsley]

Time to switch tactics? Not likely. Kingsley’s eyes rolled in her head as the cyborg began to bitch about something, which fell on deaf ears. She checked her nail polish for any chips in the armor of her nails, thoughtlessly reaching back and slapping Czernobog back in its sheath. Then something curious happened, aside from the cyborg’s bitching; she appeared to be mumbling something under her breath. It was enough to get Kingsley to glance up but not for very long. The human girl with the tricky swords reached back for the katana with the red hilt now, drawing it out and holding it to her side before bringing it forward, slowly in an arc to lay vertically along her nose, dividing both halves of her face. At this, only one half smiled and the other was reflected off the clear, shining surface of her weapons; more monster than human; thought both halves continued to stare forward at the robot woman.

She hadn’t forgotten about the vampire or his glare in her direction, it couldn’t be helped if Czernobog was a curious EK. And it may have been that Kingsley herself hadn’t recognized the Holy incantation, bu Czernobog’s little nudge and Ragnarok’s flare in power had told her what that energy building around the cyborg was all about.

“Put it away sweetheart, I don’t do girls. But I’ll shove that Holy magick so far up your tight metal ass you won’t be able to shit that brick for a week. Ragnarok, Nullifying edge…”

Ragnarok’s blade sang with a golden aura as she cast a small spell of her own, one that would not be hindered by Holy magic or even Dark magic for that matter. For Aether, there was only one thing that could bring her down and this human wasn’t capable of it. No, for that; only Solaris or Lunaria would do. Down came Ragnaraok, pulled in towards her side, the fingers of her free hand moving along the blade’s length as she pulled it away and out, then lowered the tip back down towards the ground, her eyes still resting on the cyborg that knew absolutely nothing about her or what she truly was. The human taint had definitely helped keep her identity a secret. Especially in this new land where Raikou was nowhere to be found. Let’s see your curveball, sweetheart.

“Your one and only chance, babycakes.”

[Cerverous]

"all this hate..." his eyes grew blank as he thought, watched, felt, listened, and died a little on the inside. it was all so much to take in with such an extreme level of senses, wit two forms of magic crusting the air as well. If he could cry and bleed normally he'd probably be doing so now. This girl and her swords. Shadow and aether, an odd combination, and more than one form of life in her aura, she will have to be watched. The air was heavy on his shoulders. When his head turned to find the other woman, the robot girl from the future, it took all he had not to die on the spot from the slight change in atmosphere. And shell likely catch me completely off guard with hers. That should be fun.

He was gone the very same moment, a truthfully unnecessary puff of darkness left behind. Sight became all that was available to him as he returned to existence in an off corner of the ring. It's all I should need. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of this little... whatever you wanna call it." His elbows found the top rope and he slid into the stance of a man being entertained as he relaxed. "Please, continue. pretend I'm not here"

[Galadriel]

Galadriel smirked to the woman and tilted her head, a spark in her eyes a moment. ''I ask you please, do not be thinking of my tight ass at a time like this. Keep that to your own private time will you.'' The woman was cocky and as Galadriel had said before, arrogant. It was slightly amusing and annoying to Galadriel at the same time. So, she seemed to recognise the holy power formed into the bullets now, oh well, it did not matter if it worked or not. This woman could die, everything could die. She was not a God so she would have a weakness and Galadriel would be sure to find it, everything had an end, even a God.

  Galadriel casually placed her hands down at her sides, still watching the woman before her. ''My one and only chance you say?'' A slight chuckle before she licked her lips and sighed. ''And here was me thinking I had done with my fighting for the night. No matter, you should be fun.'' Her stance said it all really, she looked relaxed and comfortable, battles were in her nature, it was no second nature to her, it was her herself, what she was made for. She turned to the vampire as he spoke and leant on the ropes, simply watching. She had the urge to throw a bullet his way and watch the holy spell burn his flesh but he had yet to do anything to her directly, this little woman on the other hand had killed the one she was trying to protect. Turning back to face her she then held a hand out to her side, the bullets began to spin quickly and the walls of the building began to shake, Galadriel could control every object around them if she wanted to. Her fingers twitched towards her, telling the woman to make the first move.