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((Oh I'm sry))

As the foes blood dropped from Rogr'um's blade he yanked it out and turned to the animal girl, "no one will avenge you same as no one will weep for him..." Swinging his blade he flicked off most of the blood and walked towards his next foe, swinging it towards her abdomen aiming to spill her guts.

(Yeah Rog only one hit at a time, I'll let Rhi choose if she wants to do a double hit or just "auto dodge" your last post.))

What was this creature?? As the large muddy skinned beast swung his blade at Rhi, she quickly dodged backwards the blades missing just by a hair. At least with his hulking size the creature wasn't fast, but no doubt if she was to be clipped by the creatures jagged blade she wouldn't be in the best place. As she slid back, kicking up dust from the ground she stands to her feet, at first going to draw her pistols... but she doubted they would do it. Reaching over her back she unslings the large modified rifle from her back.
This was no ordinary rifle... working for so many years as both a weapons smith and an alchemist it was inevitable she found a way to combine the two. The weapon in her hands was the result! The Alchemical Blunderbuss Rifle... AKA the Alchebuster!! If anything could take down this beast it could~
With a toothy grin she aims the barrel to Rog, flipping a small switch on the side and pulling the trigger. A loud THUNK rings out as the weapon launches a ball bearing towards the creature, it exploding into a stream of superheated flames before arriving at her target.

Rogr'um flipped backwards from the explosion, cinders charring and falling from his greenish brown skin, "you dog, how dare you use your fire magic on an Orcish War Cheif!!!" He stuck his blade into a nearby tree, he was not only an Orcish berserker, but a ranger as well. Reaching into his back he drew his crossbow firing a bolt out at the blood hound!

The large bolt impales into Rhi's stomach, knocking the wind out of her and staggering backwards. She coughs up blood and whimpers a bit, ears playing back against her head. She manages to keep her footing... if only barely. Looking down to the crossbow bolt embedded in her, a small grin crosses her face. Well I guess this is it... but if she was going out, this creature sure as hell was coming with her...
She chuckles a little before coughing up blood, lifting the rifle up to Rog again "Not a dog... H-hyena~.." She pulls the trigger again. THUNK!!!
Another round of superheated fire jets towards the orc

Rogr'um jumped out of the way of the blast as the crowd cheered. The War Cheif still had no idea what was going on but he didn't have time to question the situation. Returning his crossbow to his back the Orc Ranger pulled his sword from the tree and broke into a sprint jumping off a rock and bringing his heavy blade down towards Rhiannon's neck!

The swift Gnoll had more than enough time to react, quickly ducking under the Orc's arm and circling around behind him, opting to sprint in the opposite direction. Blood drips down Rhi's chest... she knew she would be finished after this encounter so what did she have to lose?? She turns whilst she runs, wincing in pain as the bolt moves around in her stomach, and sends another shot of fire at the Orc... this was her last hope..

The blast exploding caused him to hit a tree hard, blood covered his body but his hate of defeat gave him strength! "Scum!!!" He threw his machete forward towards the hyena's face, "die!!!" He yelled as the weapon flew through the air, hell bound!

((18+1 right? Man that was close ))

Taking a step to the side, the machete slices the air past Rhi... again a very close call. Now at distance she turns to face the Orc one final time, going down to one knee and steadying herself. The killshot... she had to end this...
Closing her eyes she pulls the trigger, sending the final round hurtling towards the Orc, exploding into flames.

A single red line of blood dropped from the center of his forehead as his final thoughts dropped off the egde of an abyss into nothingness, "I will never be able to avenge my brothers death..." Collapsing on the ground after two victories was Rogr'um the Orc Ranger, and like the other fallen dead... No one would weep for the ugly brother of the fallen War Cheif.

Rhi watches as the Orc falls to the ground with a loud thump. She stares for a moment in almost disbelief. By now the Gnoll had lost a lot blood, the crossbows bolt jammed into her stomach. Wincing she takes a step back unsteadily before collapsing onto the cold hard forest floor, the world spinning around in her head.

Laying there for what seemed like an eternity, Rhi could feel herself slowly fading from this world. Closing her eyes she lets out a final breath... Accepting her fate.

The crowd cheered as medics filled the forest arena giving the lone survivor medical attention, "before you is the only survivor and the one creature who gets to return to their own time!" After the medical treatment was given the group put her to sleep, she would be returned to her time without knowing what had happened.

As the media exited the arena, Jyrik was dragged into the arena through the portal. He WAS just going to be escorted into the arena but he fought the soldiers the whole way there. Kicking, punching, biting, spitting, whatever was going to get him free in his mind. The soldiers eventually had enough of the fox. They bound and gagged him, along with the hood and cuffs they already used. Jyrik was dropped into the dirt. He grunted as he hit the ground with a thud. They removed his hood and he immediately looked around to see where he was. There was a forest, it was bright, and the crowd was going wild... Jyrik did a double take. Crowd? Sure enough, there was an audience for whatever was happening was for sport.

Then he saw it. The light glinting off of a spill om the ground, something pooling, something sticky, something... red... blood. Then it all came together. This was a place built for death. Killing for sport. Jyriks heart started to race, the way it was trained to. A hunt was about to begin. Then his handcuffs were removed. The strange technology they were made with still confused him, solid lights or something, but he was glad they were off. Once he was fully free. His daggers were returned to him, Plus his crossbow had plenty of bolts.

Jyrik crouched low to the ground and sniffed, smelling the scent of the hunt. "When I'm done here I'll come back for those soldiers..." he muttered to himself. Then he bounded into the forest. Eager to see who would be next on his list.

Sam was pulled through the portal and before her was a pair of pistols and a Katana, "I don't know where I am but I'm getting the feeling it is time to fight..."