Who knows how you ended up here, but suddenly, you find yourselves in a dark room... apparently alone and without the other. Your head hurts, in the kind that feels like a raging hangover — throbbing, coming and going, though to your benefit it seems like it's fading fast.
First things first — it's dim in here. Your eyes will get used to it, and you'll gradually be able to make out some things. Namely, you appear to be in a small and very barely furnished room, or a poor excuse of one. Your bed is threadbare and more like a slab of concrete with an equally thin blanket as you rise. There is a glass of water at least, and you'll probably need it given how you can feel the sweltering heat. Wherever you are, it must be blazing hot.
If you strain your ears, you can somewhat hear the din of... something, but it's muffled through the thick stone walls. There is a thick and massive door of stone, no grate to see through, barring your way.
[Oh, sweltering heat and a place that looks pretty unwelcoming. We must be once again in Da'at--no we're not shut up about Da'at already Nick goodness gracious.
Regardless, it's indeed hot. Nuwa looks around, ignores the water because taking that seems like a bad idea, and instead focuses on the...chest.
Truthfully, approaching the chest seems like a bad idea, but there's hardly a reason not to. That glass of water probably won't help her get out of wherever this is, but this object perhaps will]
Fine then.
[Nuwa approaches the chest and, after a bit of fiddling, manages to spring it open. Aha! Bounty! Too bad she didn't have a promo key to gain access to hella powerful weaponry, but this is what it is!]
[ Nick and Nuwa can talk about Da'at forever, I'm giving them both a permit.
Nuwa opens up one of the chests present, and she finds... A GUN! No, seriously. She finds a gun inside the container and it all looks pretty gosh-darn high tech. As soon as the lid flips open, a holographic screen shows up. ]
AMIGO SINCERO
A true friend can penetrate any barrier.
✦ 7.0x Weapon Zoom
✦ +250% Weapon Damage
✦ +50% Melee Damage
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The screen is untouchable (your hand will phase right through it). Maybe you can entertain yourself by flailing at it for the 15 or so seconds it'll remain up before it flits out and you're just left with this crazy, bayonet-having gun. Don't let its appearance deceive you, this is in fact a sniper rifle.
...Well, you still have another chest I guess! It's not like this gun is exploding in her hands yet, so maybe it's all okay. ]
[We now have defined Nuwa is at least level 74, nice.
The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
[ Pop goes the second chest! There's no victory track for you doing it this way but you do feel hella cool while doing it.
It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
WEDDING INVITATION
Will you be the rest of my life?
✦ +33% Critical Hit Damage
✦ +15% Weapon Fire Rate
✦ +15% Reload Speed
✦ 6.0x Weapon Zoom
Always incendiary. Critical hits return ammo to the magazine and cause an explosion centered on the target, with ricocheting shots dealing cryo damage.
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
[Oh, good, a reload speed improvement, I think I preferred those guns, haha]
How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
[ Nuwa poses with her gun like a person trying out new clothes they just got in her private sanctuary. There is nobody to see her and applaud, but there's also nobody to point and laugh.
The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
[It was worth a try. Alas, these doors are just as sturdy as they look. The sounds are of interest, though. Nuwa tries to listen carefully, closing her eyes and attempting to find out what could be the source or if this is a sign of something she can use]
[ There are no thorns, only cold, cold, desolate and unfriendly stone... except that's a lie, everything is quite warm. There's gravel and sand underfoot.
The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
BRAD LUCK
Brad to the bone.
✦ Slows enemies.
✦ Probably.
Fires a low velocity, bouncing grenade which explodes each time it bounces. The grenade continues bouncing for a number of seconds before detonating. Reduced fire rate and reload speed.
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
[ Wow is Owen actively ignoring a free gun just because it's named Brad. I did predict this but it's funny and I'm calling out this horrible, horrible man for it anyway.
Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
[Look at his little twink arms do you think he can carry two large guns? Also he's definitely the older brother and he definitely doesn't need anything that's named Bradley. Fuck you Brad, die so he can eat you.
He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
[This is what magic is supposed to be for. Doors suck. Being locked in sucks. Owen's feeling worse by the second. No, he can't be locked up again he wants out.
Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
[ As the doors to both of your containment rooms open, you see... a bright, ashy blue sky with strewn clouds, and the sun beating down on you like an ever-watchful eye, scorching. The heat is palpable on your skin as soon as the light hits, burning. You escape to the sound of uproarious applause, and find yourself in the pits of what looks like some kind of stadium, filled with spotty audience though each and everyone of them certainly don't lack for enthusiasm.
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
[Immediately he bristles. He is not some kind of show pony for whoever the hell these people are. If these idiots wants to fight for something like a "vault" then let them.
Owen wants out. He wants all the way out, and he's going to kill them.
He aims Boom Puppy at the audience, shoots and starts trying find a way out.
No, he doesn't notice any of the faces he's fighting against. Who cares about them?]
[Ah. It's Owen. Nuwa immediately takes the decision to not let that guy walk away alive, if she gets the chance.
One glance around shows what sort of situation she's in right now. So she has been placed as part of entertainment for a bunch of bloodthirsty spectators, eager to see bullets fly and lives get taken. How...uncivilized. Somehow it's not all that surprising.
Owen focuses on the audience. Not a bad idea, admittedly, but they'd have to be idiots for them to not have measures up to protect their own lives. Ah, you overestimate the average Borderlands blood battle, Nuwa. Sometimes they have ways to protect themselves, sometimes they don't.
Well, regardless! There's other people here other than her and Owen. Some of them already attack each other, chance Nuwa uses to focus on those who haven't started to kill just yet. Well, their loss]
You won't even have a moment to curse your fate. How unfortunate.
[Taking the Amigo, she aims, still not grabbing the goddamn sniper rifle correctly, holds steady, aims, and fires.
The results are...unexpectedly favorable for Nuwa. Target falls down, chest pierced. Nuwa steps back, aiming at the next person, fires, good result once again. Ah. So this is why humans like to use this sort of thing, they're pretty convenient when you don't have your magic, she thinks while she takes a third life]
[ Owen attempts to fire a shot from Boom Puppy, but he has mayhaps, overestimated the power of his twink arms -- given, as he tries to shoot, he accidentally tips over the gun and ends up pulling the trigger as the barrel dips fast towards the ground. Which means, his explosive grenade firing directly at his feet.
Boom Puppy does, in fact, have self-inflict friendly fire. He'll barely have time to say 'oh heck' before the first explosion hits, knocking him backwards on his ass and singing the tips of his hair, heat on his face. Worse yet is when it does its second, final bang, strong enough to send him rolling, eating dust and sand [2].
To add insult to injury, the spectators see this happen right in front of their salad and begin to jeer. Owen can hear a 'you suck!' thrown somewhere in there. Oh, how words sting.
On the more peripheral of bad effects, though, is that the explosions seemed to have spurred on some of the other candidates into fighting immediately, another one firing his gun in surprise, and another shot fired back in retaliation.
'Like a twink boy like you could ever win, why don't you turn tail and run back while you still can?' says a jeering lady with hot pink hair. The answer is a duck and the smell of singed clothes as a laser is fired back, the man with his teeth grit. 'It's for my ma!' he answers, equal parts terror and determination. The crowd cheers, clearly living for the fighting for the sake of it.
As Nuwa takes part in the fighting too, blasting holes in body after body, the crowd turns in favour for her over Owen as well. Her nat20 rifling is superb, but it does paint a mild target right back at her for the observant and more bloodthirsty of bandits. Case in point, there is a guttural and excited roar from an absolute boulder of a man, who seems to decide that perhaps running and tackling her down will be wise.
Hey, they're often violent, but not nearly as often as smart.
And as for Owen searching for a way out, well, he got blown up but. For posterity, around them, the doors to the rooms they came from begin to close... though, given there was hardly anything in there, it doesn't seem particularly important anyway. The metal walls, looking like some ancient repurposed half-way between a stone coliseum and a metal cargo spaceship of sorts, are high and tall and two sides have absolutely massive automated steel doors that appear shut tight at the moment. ]
[He snarls, he's not fighting for the audience's sake, but for his own pride. Whatever a "Vault" is, he doesn't care about it. He's a Northern wizard, even without his magic, and he's not about to be laughed at by some nobody.
He goes and shoots the pink haired woman who's closest to him.
Owen's about as pissy as Cerberus is in an arena like this and they're both fully willing to murder with no remorse.]
[Truthfully, the Vault thing does get Nuwa's attention. She's always on the lookout for anything that can help her goal, after all! But, without the guarantee it's going to be useful, nor a guarantee she can take it with her when she returns to her world, pursuing it blindly seems a tad foolish. Probably won't go out of her way to win, but hey, if she wins, she sure won't reject the prize without finding out more.
That sure is an absolute boulder of a man approaching!]
We're done here.
[Nuwa stops firing, waits for him to come close, and sticks the Amigo forward, intending to let him impale himself. Regardless of how that goes, she lets go and jumps back, getting some distance from him, before a hand goes to the whip she has tied to hold the other rifle, pulling from it. The Wedding Invitation falls to the ground behind her. Nuwa leaps forward, raising the whip and lashing forward, aiming at this brute's neck.
Plan is simple: pull him to the ground and break his neck so hard he dies. It's too bad she can't do her signature move of swinging the mud her whip usually has and create small mud automatons to explode against her enemies. That'd make things so much easier for herself, haha]
[ Owen shoots the pink-haired bandit girl with no remorse, the explosion leaving her a ragdoll tumbling across the field. The 'twink boy' she'd been insulting earlier nervously glances at Owen, but thinks better than to stick around too long though he still, regardless, hears a 'th-thank you...!' thrown his way.
As for Nuwa, I rolled her a 17, so the man stops before being impaled on the blade, grabbing the gun by its barrel and yanking it out of her hand -- throwing it across somewhere else, whether to be forgotten or picked up later, time will tell. Defenseless, he thinks of her, and it'll be easy to beat her into a pulp, at least until the length of the whip wraps around his neck. He's pulled, and he doesn't immediately fall, standing his ground, but his hands come up to attempt to pull at the whip wrapped around his throat in an impromptu tug-of-war with Nuwa.
The noise and din is still going on, the audience loves it. It seems the maybe-host-guy has taken hobby to recapping out everything that's going on, very much like a sports announcer. ]
[ What an annoying man enjoying himself up there. The cheering of the audience is unsettling, no they should be screaming in pain and fear. How dare they enjoy themselves in his presence.
He might not be able to access his magic, but he always knows what feels right for him.
When he gets out of here he'll kill all of them and soak in the fear.
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Who knows how you ended up here, but suddenly, you find yourselves in a dark room... apparently alone and without the other. Your head hurts, in the kind that feels like a raging hangover — throbbing, coming and going, though to your benefit it seems like it's fading fast.
First things first — it's dim in here. Your eyes will get used to it, and you'll gradually be able to make out some things. Namely, you appear to be in a small and very barely furnished room, or a poor excuse of one. Your bed is threadbare and more like a slab of concrete with an equally thin blanket as you rise. There is a glass of water at least, and you'll probably need it given how you can feel the sweltering heat. Wherever you are, it must be blazing hot.
If you strain your ears, you can somewhat hear the din of... something, but it's muffled through the thick stone walls. There is a thick and massive door of stone, no grate to see through, barring your way.
Last of all, you see two, erm, suppose these are chests, in the room with you.
...What to do? ]
✦ NUWA
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Regardless, it's indeed hot. Nuwa looks around, ignores the water because taking that seems like a bad idea, and instead focuses on the...chest.
Truthfully, approaching the chest seems like a bad idea, but there's hardly a reason not to. That glass of water probably won't help her get out of wherever this is, but this object perhaps will]
Fine then.
[Nuwa approaches the chest and, after a bit of fiddling, manages to spring it open. Aha! Bounty! Too bad she didn't have a promo key to gain access to hella powerful weaponry, but this is what it is!]
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Nuwa opens up one of the chests present, and she finds... A GUN! No, seriously. She finds a gun inside the container and it all looks pretty gosh-darn high tech. As soon as the lid flips open, a holographic screen shows up. ]
AMIGO SINCERO
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The screen is untouchable (your hand will phase right through it). Maybe you can entertain yourself by flailing at it for the 15 or so seconds it'll remain up before it flits out and you're just left with this crazy, bayonet-having gun. Don't let its appearance deceive you, this is in fact a sniper rifle.
...Well, you still have another chest I guess! It's not like this gun is exploding in her hands yet, so maybe it's all okay. ]
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The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
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It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
WEDDING INVITATION
Always incendiary. Critical hits return ammo to the magazine and cause an explosion centered on the target, with ricocheting shots dealing cryo damage.
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
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How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
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The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
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✦ OWEN
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There aren't any vines, right? No thorns?
Cerberus is also here and biting his ankle, so at least he knows it's not a dream.
Unfortunate.
It takes him a few minutes to orient himself in the room and notice the chests. He'll just kick them open.]
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The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
One chest contains this very cute gun. ]
BOOM PUPPY
BOOM! BOOOM!!!! GOOD DOGGY!!!
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
BRAD LUCK
Fires a low velocity, bouncing grenade which explodes each time it bounces. The grenade continues bouncing for a number of seconds before detonating. Reduced fire rate and reload speed.
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
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He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
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Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
What next? ]
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He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
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He can try to push or pull it which way, but it's very heavy. ]
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Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
Nobody has to know he touched it.]
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✦ IT'S SHOWTIME.
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
[ Well then. ]
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Owen wants out. He wants all the way out, and he's going to kill them.
He aims Boom Puppy at the audience, shoots and starts trying find a way out.
No, he doesn't notice any of the faces he's fighting against. Who cares about them?]
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One glance around shows what sort of situation she's in right now. So she has been placed as part of entertainment for a bunch of bloodthirsty spectators, eager to see bullets fly and lives get taken. How...uncivilized. Somehow it's not all that surprising.
Owen focuses on the audience. Not a bad idea, admittedly, but they'd have to be idiots for them to not have measures up to protect their own lives. Ah, you overestimate the average Borderlands blood battle, Nuwa. Sometimes they have ways to protect themselves, sometimes they don't.
Well, regardless! There's other people here other than her and Owen. Some of them already attack each other, chance Nuwa uses to focus on those who haven't started to kill just yet. Well, their loss]
You won't even have a moment to curse your fate. How unfortunate.
[Taking the Amigo, she aims, still not grabbing the goddamn sniper rifle correctly, holds steady, aims, and fires.
The results are...unexpectedly favorable for Nuwa. Target falls down, chest pierced. Nuwa steps back, aiming at the next person, fires, good result once again. Ah. So this is why humans like to use this sort of thing, they're pretty convenient when you don't have your magic, she thinks while she takes a third life]
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Boom Puppy does, in fact, have self-inflict friendly fire. He'll barely have time to say 'oh heck' before the first explosion hits, knocking him backwards on his ass and singing the tips of his hair, heat on his face. Worse yet is when it does its second, final bang, strong enough to send him rolling, eating dust and sand [2].
To add insult to injury, the spectators see this happen right in front of their salad and begin to jeer. Owen can hear a 'you suck!' thrown somewhere in there. Oh, how words sting.
On the more peripheral of bad effects, though, is that the explosions seemed to have spurred on some of the other candidates into fighting immediately, another one firing his gun in surprise, and another shot fired back in retaliation.
'Like a twink boy like you could ever win, why don't you turn tail and run back while you still can?' says a jeering lady with hot pink hair. The answer is a duck and the smell of singed clothes as a laser is fired back, the man with his teeth grit. 'It's for my ma!' he answers, equal parts terror and determination. The crowd cheers, clearly living for the fighting for the sake of it.
As Nuwa takes part in the fighting too, blasting holes in body after body, the crowd turns in favour for her over Owen as well. Her nat20 rifling is superb, but it does paint a mild target right back at her for the observant and more bloodthirsty of bandits. Case in point, there is a guttural and excited roar from an absolute boulder of a man, who seems to decide that perhaps running and tackling her down will be wise.
Hey, they're often violent, but not nearly as often as smart.
And as for Owen searching for a way out, well, he got blown up but. For posterity, around them, the doors to the rooms they came from begin to close... though, given there was hardly anything in there, it doesn't seem particularly important anyway. The metal walls, looking like some ancient repurposed half-way between a stone coliseum and a metal cargo spaceship of sorts, are high and tall and two sides have absolutely massive automated steel doors that appear shut tight at the moment. ]
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He goes and shoots the pink haired woman who's closest to him.
Owen's about as pissy as Cerberus is in an arena like this and they're both fully willing to murder with no remorse.]
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That sure is an absolute boulder of a man approaching!]
We're done here.
[Nuwa stops firing, waits for him to come close, and sticks the Amigo forward, intending to let him impale himself. Regardless of how that goes, she lets go and jumps back, getting some distance from him, before a hand goes to the whip she has tied to hold the other rifle, pulling from it. The Wedding Invitation falls to the ground behind her. Nuwa leaps forward, raising the whip and lashing forward, aiming at this brute's neck.
Plan is simple: pull him to the ground and break his neck so hard he dies. It's too bad she can't do her signature move of swinging the mud her whip usually has and create small mud automatons to explode against her enemies. That'd make things so much easier for herself, haha]
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As for Nuwa, I rolled her a 17, so the man stops before being impaled on the blade, grabbing the gun by its barrel and yanking it out of her hand -- throwing it across somewhere else, whether to be forgotten or picked up later, time will tell. Defenseless, he thinks of her, and it'll be easy to beat her into a pulp, at least until the length of the whip wraps around his neck. He's pulled, and he doesn't immediately fall, standing his ground, but his hands come up to attempt to pull at the whip wrapped around his throat in an impromptu tug-of-war with Nuwa.
The noise and din is still going on, the audience loves it. It seems the maybe-host-guy has taken hobby to recapping out everything that's going on, very much like a sports announcer. ]
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He might not be able to access his magic, but he always knows what feels right for him.
When he gets out of here he'll kill all of them and soak in the fear.
He aims on the next closest person and fires. ]
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✦ CLOSING.