Who Hates Soy-Milk? ((vampire roleplay))

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(I wonder if anyone actually planned to have number 11...)

He continued to rile up the crowd, smiling and laughing as they cheered.

The announcer spoke. "Contestant 11 must report to the arena in 5 minutes, or else he or she will be disqualified!!! Contestant 11, please report to the arena!!!"  

[Aprilbaby1]

(umm a guy had number 11 but he doesnt get on anymore....)
"Contestant 11 is Scared!! He left like ten minutes ago!!" she yelled before smiling and looking around for the guy but she didnt see him anywhere.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(Which guy? Maybe I know something about it.)  

[Aprilbaby1]

(o0-Nate_River-0o)  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(Oh, yeah. He's gone.)

"It would appear that Contestant 10, Yvan Arnyikev, wins by default!!!" The crowd went wild, and he waved. Then, he made his leave, exiting the Tournament building for his match with Nightmare.

(Were there any other contestants?)  

[Aprilbaby1]

(yea i think)
Nightmare jumps down and follows after him, well more like skipping.

(might have to go soon, kay)  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

(Yep.)

He finally stopped in a clearing, taking up a martial arts stance. "Are you ready?"  

[Killthisacc]

(gonna be doing limited posting im at band camp) *stops and picks a necklace off the ground*  

[Aprilbaby1]

(back 4 a bit)
Nightmare smiles and keeps a distance from him. She moves her legs a part a bit and crouches down "ready as ill ever be"  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

Immediately, his arm stretched out toward her like rubber, the hand balled into a fist.  

[Aprilbaby1]

she looks at his hand weirdly before moving out of the way and running towards him.  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

It immediately retracted back to him as he shot a ball of energy at her with his other arm. "I take it you were not expecting that."  

[Killthisacc]

*his ears twitch*...there must be a battle near by  

[Aprilbaby1]

"oof" she said flying back and landing on her side "nope, wasnt expecting that" she laughs and gets back up quickly before throwing weird looking darts at him and running after him again, careful to watch his movements  

[Mileena Chardonnay]

His antennae focused forward, sending an electrical burst which paralyzed the darts in mid air. Tiny orbs of energy formed over each of his fingers, and he pointed his arms toward her.

"Perhaps is being time for my infamous Scatter Beam."

Needles of light shot out from his fingertips a very wide spray.