She rather gracefully swept over and snatched up the scythe, swinging it about and resting it firmly over her arms and just behind her back. She couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his resolute determination to not fight.

However she scowled darkly and swung the scythe out from behind her back, gripping it confidently when the bot began to bite him. When he rushed her, she was ready. She leapt straight up, wings half unfurled, tucked them in tightly and flipped herself over in mid-air. As he rushed past where she had stood, she swung the scythe blade down, catching him just under one of his lower ribs.

It was shallow, she had not buried the blade in far enough to puncture his lung, but it would need stitching. She yanked the scythe quickly, leaving a seven inch gash that would hopefully slow him down a bit. She closed one wing in tightly and did a snap turn in the air, landing gracefully on her feet, gripping the scythe tightly again, waiting for his next charge.

((The blade dosent actually cut. Its an energy weapon. Also try not write an effect keep it open for a response.))

No green ichor oozes from the wound, even though the blade dug in deep it doesn't seem to injure Reglis at all. He grunts lightly as he spins around aiming a tail smash at Blasphemer's face. He follows up the spin with both his claws aimed at her midsection. He seems swept up in some sort of mindless rage. His actions leave holes in his defense like he isn't even aware that he's fighting at all. Unintelligible hissing comes out of the translator like grunts and screams of rage.

The crowd roars at this utter barbaric fighting style. As the speaker describes the play by plays the crowd screams and cheers with abandon, anticipating the rounds of fatal matches to come.

She leant back quickly when she landed, using her large wings to steady her near back bend to avoid being slapped in the face. She raised the scythe sideways, blocking his swings, back-stepping from him quickly.

She hissed annoyedly, her keen eyes spotting all the holes he was leaving. With very little warning, her wings snapped wide open again and she shot up into the air momentarily. She landed a little ways behind him, but courtesy of a quick mid-air spin, she landed facing his back.

She lunged forward with a loud shout and swung the scythe downwards. Unless he managed to move away, it would catch him at the base of his neck, slightly left of his back-bone and run the length of his back. Once the swing was completed she yanked the long handled weapon back and smacked him hard in the lower back with the flat end of the scythe with another shout, hoping to knock him off balance and then with one great flap of her wings, propelled herself back from him a pace.

(I had a really good, LONG text, but I lost it due to a crash :cry:)

((Reglis))

Howling in fury as she jumps away he hisses in pain and fury as her Scythe digs, though not as deeply as she had hoped into his hide. The blade tracing a long sparking light down his back. He lurches foreward as the back of Blasphemers blade his the small of his back. Spinning around he uses his tail for balance and catapults himself at her. Still deadly fast the wound in his back makes his trajectory erratic. Instead of heading at her waist his claws are reaching at her face. His eyes showing no sign of recognition of his error. The gloved talon like claws spark with the same light as her scythe.

Blasphemer hissed and snarled outwardly when he came lunging at her face, although her pupils contracted in alarm, the only visible sign he had startled her. She grasped the scythe tightly in both hands and held it up in front of her sideways, using it like a long pole to block his attacks.

At the same time she was making quick little short skips backwards. After a few repetitions of this she waited for him to swing wildly again and landed heavily on her left foot, swinging her right out and upward with force, hoping to catch him in the chest or just under the jaw.

((Reglis))

Breathing heavily after the inital burst of fury Reglis lands on the ground panting like a drugged animal. Staggering to his feet the pain in his back causes him to list to the side as he rushes back in at Blasphemer. Her foot catches him in the chest knocking him back onto the gound. The drugs take their toll as his adrenaline leaves his system. He just lays on the ground, his body exhausted from the strain. His eyes still empty of intellect as he breaths quickly like a trapped, sedated animal.

Blasphemer panted erratically and adjusted her scythe, ready to have to swing it at a moment's notice and advanced towards Reglis slowly. She knelt down just outside of swiping range. "Are you ok?" She eyed him with worry and remorse. "I didn't want to you know..."

((Speaker))

*static* And Blaphemer is the winner! Just goes to show you mindless brute strength and stamina can't beat out speed and skill! This concludes todays battles. Come back tomorrow for round two! Can our victors beat some of the most savage species we could find? Bets start at eight to one! *static*

((Reglis))

His vision begins to clear and his eyes focus just as four arena guards come out onto the field. Two of them put Reglis on a stretcher and carry him back to his cell. The weapons gutter and wink out leaving plain gloves on Reglis and Blasphemer holding a stick. An electric wall springs to life leading the victor to her cell.

She hissed darkly at the guards and attempted to run one through with the end of her now plain wooden stick. She was aiming at his eye and intended to hit him with force enough to cause it crash through the back of his dumb skull, but the walls prevented such a thing and the stick only clattered away uselessly.

She put her hands up against the wall and leaned against it. "Next time, you either give me my scythe, or I fly around this place beheading you fucks with my bare hands until I find it."

She then turned and stormed off back into her cell, flomping herself down hard on the floor. Fah. They annoyed her. She knew it wasn't her scythe because it didn't possess the charms she had made a part of her scythe. She didn't draw any extra form of power from them, they were merely there as a comfort to herself.