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This is a one-on-seven fight between two characters. Anyone is welcome to have their characters be spectators in the arena, so long as they don't interfere with the fight in any way, shape, or form.

If someone attempts to interfere, their actions will be ignored by the characters involved, so please just spectate the fight at most. Feel free to interact with other spectators, however

The clear and crisp air gently grazed Madara's hair, blowing it behind his head softly as he stood firmly on the tiled white floor of the coliseum. His eyes scanned the glorified walls of the arena; the cobblestone also glistened white just like the floor, but a few cracks and ridges took away the sense of perfection. Towards the top of these walls lay silver stands where crowds and crowds of people lined up in organized rows to witness what they rumored to be the fight of a lifetime. Madara's jet black eyes continued moving along the walls, past the glass sliding doors with a black exterior, through the light rays that reflected off the center of the ground, and finally settled on the seven individuals that stood opposite of him.

His arms sat crossed on his chest and his legs stood a few inches apart. Madara didn't hesitate to show up in his full clad of armor; the black coating seemed to be freshly painted and his weapons looked freshly sharpened and tightly fastened to his back. His fan blade sported a black outline instead of a blue one, and his scythe sat beautifully next to it. A smirk formed on his lips as the crowd contiued to cheer for the fight that's about to commence.

"You know, this place could be deemed admirable for such a battle that's about to unfold," Madara began after the volume of the crowd slowly decreased to a level he deemed suitable. He spoke with a decent level of respect and professionalism that he usually carried. Madara's face didn't reveal any signs of emotion except from the smirk that quickly faded and his stance showed nothing but confidence."The amount of effort and publicity our fight has gained is rather remarkable. Most of these people know a great deal about me and the incredible feats I have accomplished, but I doubt they, like myself, know very much about you. It doesn't matter much, however. It'll just make our dance all the more interesting."

(Wow, okay. Way to set the bar high for my terrible-writing ass )

The seven individuals standing opposite of Madara all had their different reactions to his presence.

Violet sneered. What a weak looking peasant. This'll be over in no time flat.

Lapis grinned. There's no way I'm letting anyone else get first dibs at this guy. He's mine and mine alone!

Tsuya smiled. I hope we can win this fight. It would be good publicity for us to overcome such a strong opponent.

Dynter gulped. Oh, jeez he looks strong! And that gaze is too menacing! What kind of scary monster are we fighting?

Phaester looked at Dynter. Poor boy is wetting himself before the fight even begins...

Asphalt ignored Madara and continued to type away on his Processor.

And Lazule graciously stepped forward, offering a slight bow of respect. "I'm afraid that we are not as well known as someone such as yourself, Lord Madara. However, I do believe that we shall provide a sufficient challenge for you." He stood back up and gestured to the six people behind him.

"Eventually, you will be fighting all of us. However, I was curious if there were any members of my organization that interest you specifically." he told the man, his posture and voice carrying the same amount of professionalism as his opponent.

Samantha sat in the front row to get the best view of the action.

Her short, opened white jacket covered her black blouse that had been cropped high enough to reveal the dragon tattoo on her back if it wasn't for her jacket. The belt the goddess wore matched her jacket, but seemed so loose that it looked like it was just there for that purpose. Her light blue jeans stayed perfectly tight regardless and it streched all the way to her ankles; the jeans didn't rob anyone from the sight of her black heels.

Her lips curved into a smile at the thought of seeing Madara in action.

Madara's eyes darted from each person over and over as if he had some difficulty in deciding his first opponent.

There aren't any I find more appealing than the one that's obviously their leader, but I guess if I have to pick one, then I'd have to go with-

"Hmm, how about that one?"

Madara's left arm sat by his leg now and his right arm stretched forward so he could point out Lapis from the fray. His face remained emotionless, but Madara hoped that it would change very soon.

Allicere didn't stand too far away from Samantha, but far enough to get a good view of the fight. In truth, the young goddess didn't find watching Madara kill innocent people (at least she hoped they were) appealing at all, but Allicere wanted a break from Runehaven. She hoped to spend time away from her duties and still keep an eye on Madara at the same time. Though if she wanted to see this fight, she knew that a dress wouldn't cut it.

Her red hair had been died black to match her long-sleeved top that had a beautiful baby panda plastered on the white interior with "Panda" written in black letters. The letters were nearly as black as the shirt's sleeves. Allicere's shirt sat an inch above her faded white cargo pants that was rolled up to her calves and her black and white sneakers finished up her outfit nicely.

Hearing Madara's voice, the goddess assumed that the fight is about to begin. She turned out the sounds of a few guys that were describing in detail just how "hot" she looked, and though she knew that there were people checking her out, she managed to ignore it too. In fact, she's gotten used to people acting that way.

I hope you don't underestimate your opponents, she thought. No matter how strong you are.

Violet smirked at Lazule's request. Obviously that peasant was going to pick-

"Hmm, how about that one?" Violet's world shattered as Madara's finger was directed clearly at Lapis and not her.

"What?" she asked loudly, obviously in shock. Clearly this peasant made some sort of mistake. If he was as high and mighty as Lazule had made him out to be, then she couldn't see any reason that he couldn't see that Violet was clearly the best out of all of them.

She didn't hesitate to scowl at Lapis as he stepped forward, flashing her a wink that only pissed her off more. He put his hands behind his head casually as he strode towards Madara.

"Well it's not like there was much of a choice here. I mean, come on. Who else were you gonna pick? Violet?" he remarked mockingly as he gestured his head back to the fuming purple-haired girl. Violet's eye twitched when he mentioned her. She suddenly felt the extreme need to strangle the life out of that pompous oaf, but it was quickly supressed when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm sure after Lapis gets his ass kicked, he'll consider you." said Tsuya, his tone completely serious as if he was merely stating a fact. That certainly helped Violet's mood as she snickered at his comment. Lapis growled in annoyance and ignored them, instead focusing on Madara.

"Listen up, Green Day," he said rudely. "You better not even think of going easy on me, or you'll regret it. I'm gonna make mincemeat out of you." Lazule hummed in disapproval at Lapis' disrespect, but chose to ignore it.

Lapis drew a small knife from the wrist of his sleeve and got into a fighting stance. That is, until he took a good look at Madara, noticing his dark attire.

"Wow, I wish my lawn was like you so it could cut itself." he remarked with a smirk.

"Lapis! That's enough!" said Lazule loudly. Lapis jumped slightly and nodded apologetically.

"S-Sorry, my lord." he mumbled as he readied himself once again. This is so not the end of my jokes.

Lazule nodded at Madara. "My apologies, Lord Madara. Lapis can be...uncontrollable sometimes."

Pierre Ottuske hardly ever got the chance to see his father in action, so he immediately took the chance to see this fight as soon as his sister told him about it. Unfortunately, she gave him the news that morning, so he only had time to throw on a white T shirt over his denim jeans. He sat with his sister as always.

His eyes never left his father as thoughts of Madara's victory entered his head. Pierre wondered if this fight would be a piece of cake and that the one to seven disadvantage wouldn't matter.

"Hmph."

Madara felt internal disgust as he watched Lapis step forward. So this one is called Lapis, and the other one is named Violet. Hmph, I shouldn't bother trying to remember their names. If they don't interest me enough, then I'll be bound to forget them soon.

The air didn't seem all that pleasing to Madara anymore. In fact, the whole environment seemed to stop becoming awe-inspiring to him. At that moment, the only audible sounds were the wisecracking Lapis and the apology from the leader.

"I don't blame you for the behavior of this one," Madara responded to Lazule. "This one carries a strong odor. He reeks of arrogance. I selected him to be my first opponent in order to ensure that the rest of you will take me more seriously."

Madara's eyes fixated on Lapis. His face turned from bland to one filled with distastefulness. His hands came together and formed two signs.

"And hopefully I can douse this stench that you brought into my arena!"

Lapis grunted in annoyance.

"The hell'd you say, SiM?!" he barked. "Now you're gonna get it."

Lapis wasted no time in charging Madara, throwing his knife at him as he ran.

(SiM😂😂😂)

The knife sailed towards Madara, but was abruptly stopped by a large tree stump that emerged through the ground and bent forwards at an awkward angle. Soon, trees, branches, and more stumps rose and grass grew right after. In the end, the arena turned into a jungle.

"Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!"

Madara's body stood hidden in a cluster of trees as he focused on charging his energy for his next move.

If he survived my Deep Forest Emergence, then I'll hopefully get him with this next attack.

An odd tearing sound could be heard as the knife lodged itself into the stump. With the wave of his hand, the knife unhinged itself from the stump and returned to Lapis, who caught it and began chopping at the various trees and branches that appeared around him. With each slash, the same tearing sound from before could be heard.

A jungle, huh? thought Phaester as he and the rest of the Elite Seven dodged the various debris. If he's doing what I think he's doing, Lapis can gain the advantage easily. That is, assuming he's using his head at all.

Lapis continued cutting the vegetation until the arena finished changing, in which he concluded his display by stabbing into the ground and making a large circle around himself. When he was done, he pocketed his knife and looked around.

"Well, aren't you a cut above the rest? So, where'd you go Fall Out Boy?" he taunted as he scanned the area.

(Lmao at all the emo jokes )

Madara scoffed at Lapis' taunt before stepping out into view. The man made sure to take his time, listening to the sounds of grass crunching with every mighty step. His sandals were probably going to need a deep clean when he returned to his quarters, but he'd save that thought for another time. Right now, he began thinking of what to eat tonight.

My wench better have a hearty feast prepared for me when I return, Madara thought to himself.

Not only did he want a nice meal, but the king also desired a party. It felt like ages since he thrown one. Madara began to suspect that his might is beginning to be underappreciated. He took a mental note to refurbish the minds of his citizens once he finished up here.

That reminds me...

Madara finally took notice of his opponent once again. He gave off an even bigger cocky aura that caused Madara to scrunch his face once more. Throughout his internal conflicts, Madara wisely kept charging his energy. He now possessed more than enough for his next big move, but he planned on saving that for later in this fight. He never let the thought of defeat cross his mind, but he began contemplating how he planned on ending the adolescent.

"Now what do I do with you," Madara questioned himself. He seemed to be really puzzled by it, as if he had many options as to how he could kill his first opponent. Madara wouldn't admit it, but he starting to show off a sense of cockiness too.

Lapis smirked. "Finally done hiding Paramore? Great. Now I can end this." Lapis crouched down and clapped his hands together.

"Great Blazing Eruption!" Suddenly, molten lava and fire sprang out of thin air around him, including forming a circle around him, coating the area with a wide range of effect.

Looks like he's finally getting serious, or as serious as it gets for someone like Lapis. noted Phaester. His gaze shifted to Madara.

Right now, it looks like he just summoned fire. It'd take a keen eye for someone to see that the fire is actually erupting from the exact spots where he slashed with his knife. Time to see how good this "Lord Madara" is.

(You know the feeling that you get when you accidentally leave the page you were making a reply on? Yep, I cried inside for a good 10 minutes before I rewrote this )

Samantha watched eagerly as Madara casted his signature technique, the Deep Forest Emergence. She smiled knowing that he would probably be toying with them throughout this fight. The seductress didn't mind a little entertainment. Out the corner of her eye, she spotted Allicere standing not too far away from her. Though she seemed to be watching the fight like most people; the very few percent of spectators much preferred to pick out the most enticing people in the audience to prey their eyes upon, which pretty much meant herself, Allicere, and the Ottuskes that weren't that far away in the stands; studying the young goddess, Samantha could easily detect that her heart wasn't in this fight. It was as if she had something else on her mind or perhaps an objective she had to fulfill here. Samantha bet her money that it's probably the latter of the two and that it probably involved her in some way. With that in mind, she stood up and began making her way over to the child goddess.

On her brief walk, she spotted a young man who started up at her with a lovestruck face. His eyes scanned her face, then moved down to her outfit, and finally backtracking back to her face. Samantha gave the man in awe a wink along with an alluring smile; she most likely found him handsome enough to flirt with. The woman's heel clicked against the ground as she moved further across the stands, leaving the man to fantasize about the best thing that happened to him today.

Standing next to an open seat by Allicere, the goddess proceeded to smirk at the thought of Allicere actually attending a fight. Being a pacifist, Samantha deducted that her presence here must have some importance if the young girl had to put herself in such uncomfortability. She planned on exploring her curiosity by confronting her.

"Fancy seeing you here Alice," the seductress greeted. A gentle hand pressed against the cheek of the young girl as Samantha's signature conniving grin slowly emanated. "I never took you for the type of person who'd enjoy watching a fight like this."

Allicere knew that the lava attack, although pretty impressive, wouldn't even come close to enough if Madara planned to take the fight all the way. She started gaining a slight interest to the seven ragtag combatants who clearly wouldn't receive their due praise. If they could pull more moves like that, then Madara would be in serious trouble.

Allicere didn't bother acknowledging Samantha who made her way over to her. It was only when the seductress placed a hand on her cheek that Allicere's eyes averted away from the fight to meet hers.

"I heard that it's healthy to try new things," Allicere replied without any emotion behind her voice.

The elite warrior only proceeded to get more cocky when faced with someone like Lapis. Madara's disgusted face faded from the sudden attack; the lava converged on his from seemingly out of nowhere.

Hmph. What a clever move, Madara thought as he slowly closed his eyes. Unfortunately, I don't plan on being eliminated that easily.

Once the lava had become clear enough to see through, the crowd noticed the ignited forest that slowly began wearing away. Cheers and surprised gasps roared as the wooden barrier collapsed, creating smoke that hid all view of the action once again.

But once the smoke cleared, cheers sprung again when Madara became visible, standing in the same position he was in before. An ominous blue arua that encircled him quickly faded. His eyes never left Lapis' for a second.

"It seems that I underestimated you," Madara began. "Now it's my turn."

His gloved hands clamped together and three silhouettes suddenly appeared next to him.

"Shadow Illusion Technique: Trio Puppet Catastrophe!"

The three shadowy figures then shaped themselves to resemble Madara himself before running over to Lapis.

Phaester glanced at Lazule. "Did you see that?" he asked.

"I did." was all he replied as his eyes never left the action that was ensuing.

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Lapis grinned when his attack had seemingly worked, but he quickly let out an annoyed groan as his face fell. As the shadow clones approached him, he made a different sign with his hands.

"Great Stitching Shadows!" he exclaimed. Suddenly, a large multitude of dark tendrils emerged from thin air. After wiggling around for a moment, the ends of them suddenly sharpened as they now resembled needles that shot down into the ground, their area of effect covering both the clones and Madara.

"Tch."

Madara didn't expect to be attacked along with his clones. A slight smile formed on his lips when the shadowy needles descended upon him. He figured that his armor wouldn't remain clean for much longer if he kept receiving attacks like these. The beautiful air slowly returned, but it had a crisp scent of ash with it. The warrior didn't mind though; he felt as if the air would smell even more polluted much later.

I wonder....maybe I should cleanse it...

He glanced between Lapis and the rest of the combatants before settling his eyes on Lapis. After gripping the hilt of his fan blade, Madara held it up to block the incoming spikes headed his way. The Madara clones met their untimely demise however; the needles pierced straight through the armor and puncturing their skulls and bodies with ease. Their bodies faded after taking the full brunt of the attack.

I can't believe that attack broke through the armor, Madara thought. If I cockily tried to take the damage myself, I wouldn't have survived it. Perhaps I should play it safe and stick to my shadows.

Madara's body dissipated like the shadow clones, causing the spikes he held up to crash into the ground he once stood on.

"Nrg...." Lapis groaned slightly and winced as he held the side of his head with one hand.

Great. Just great. Headache's setting in. Used to much energy. Better stick to close combat for now until it subsides... he thought as he stood up. He made a sweeping motion with his hands that had no visible effect and drew his knife.

"Alright, Simple Plan. It's time to end this. No one is better than me at close combat."

Yeah, right. Think again, peasant. thought Violet as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"So you better bring your A game or else I'll flatten you!" Lapis yelled in the general direction of where he last was. He then began scanning the area looking for him.

"Come on out, you bastard! Who would've thought the "great" Madara was just a coward!" he taunted.