Post by Jay on Mar 28, 2020 13:08:48 GMT -5
The Amity Colosseum was a real marvel of modern engineering. Introduced six years ago at the 10th Vytal Festival, the structure is an enormous levitating arena that can move vast distances, making the journey to the host Kingdom every time the festival is held, so this time floated all the way from its home base in Atlas to Mistral for the Thirteenth Vytal Festival.
The Amity Colosseum has a distinctive inverted cone shape that tapers to a point at the bottom where an enormous dust crystal powers the structure. Located above the main dust crystal are two levels of docking bays for air buses and other transportation to receive and offload passengers. Large archways lead passengers to the seating area which surrounds the arena. The seating area is the largest of any permanently airborne structure in the world, comfortably able to seat eighteen thousand people from across Remnant. The closest ring of seating to the arena itself are red seats reserved for contestants of the Vytal Festival itself along with other VIPs that typically include faculty members of both combat schools and Huntsman Academies along with the occasional politician or high flight businessman.
Above the seating area are huge holographic screens, which display the aura monitors for tournament matches, as well as videos of the matches in progress to include action replays and commercials. The tournament presenters in a small booth above the top level of the seating area, and for this tournament rotate out but always form some combination of two individuals who are either current faculty members of a Big Four Academy, or former finalists of the tournament itself.
The audience is protected by an invisible force field which prevents projectiles and other objects from leaving the fighting area powered by hard light dust. When hit, the force field pulses a light blue color and ripples around the impact. It can prevent flying contestants from smashing into the spectator stands and is also able to absorb stray bullets or semblance attacks.
The tournament matches themselves take place in a large octagonal arena measuring 150 meters in diameter. The arena can change its environment into several different "biomes", including grasslands, forest, fire, ice, geyser fields, stormy mountains, desert, an ocean and beach with a wooden ship, city ruins, gravity arenas, and a swamp. The arena also has artificial weather effects, such as thunderstorms and an artificial sun. In all matches, the central octagonal section measuring 50 meters in diameter remains the same regardless of the biome.
During the team round, the arena is split evenly into two biomes, which are chosen randomly at the beginning of every fight for each half of the arena. For this match, between first year teams from Haven and Shade, the biomes selected were the Ruined City and the Swamp areas.
To the east, the combatants can see a sprawling urban area, old and decrepit, made up of beaten and battered old buildings, providing a very vertical battleground. Most of the buildings appear to be made of brick and concrete, but a few have wooden barricades, or steel support beams contributing to the overall ruinous state of the arena. There seem to be about six structures arranged along a cracked and broken asphalt road, each standing around 20-25 meters tall, with 7-8 floors each, all with at least one wall completely exposed- it wouldn’t be nearly as exciting if the audience couldn’t see what was going on, now would it? Each room is about 5-10 meters in length and width, and each floor is furnished like a standard apartment complex would be, with dilapidated bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms, and similar living areas.
And to the west, the combatants can see a murky swamp, 3 meters deep in some places, with vegetation sprouting up from beneath the muddy waters, and a few solemn trees, no more than 20-25 meters high, dangling vines over the muck. Between the quicksand and the smell of wet mud in the air, this might be the least pleasant area a team could draw.
This match would be fought between Haven Academy’s Team BCSN (Buckskin), led by Jacqueline Bariole, and Team TANN (Tan) of Shade Academy, led by Tanner Brown. The crowd roared with excitement as the big screens lit up with the faces of the eight students preparing for their match, along with their names and Aura levels.
Up in the commentators booth, which was projected onto another big screen for the crowds to see, was Shade Academy professor, Tanga Atale, who really looked like she had better things to do than sit around and talk a lot. And beside her was her former teammate, and current faculty member at Atlas Academy, Gorm Liath. Oddly enough, for a Team COAL half-reunion, neither of them seemed to be very excited about being there, or talking to one another.
”So today’s match will be between my students, on Team TANN, and Haven’s Team BCSN. It should be a pretty exciting match.” An awkward pause in her speaking. Gorm yawned. It was actually a really good question as to why they were asked to announce at all.
”I guess we ought go ahead’n tell’em about the students, ‘en, aye?”
”Yeah. I guess.” Another awkward silence as the two of them listlessly tried to wait out the other, neither really caring to go first.
”So yer students, yeah? Tell us about’em.”
”They’re going to lose, probably.” Gasps and booing from the tiny section of the arena full of Vacuoans. Tanga didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest. ”That’s a little harsh, don’t ye think?”
She shook her head. ”No. It’s just an accurate assessment of facts. You were telling me about that Bariole girl before, right?” Gorm grimaced. ”Right…”
Tanga nodded. “”If half of what you said about her was true, then TANN is going down, easily. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect them to do too well against anything but the weakest teams here.”
”An’ they’re supposed t’be… The strongest’a Shade’s first year teams, aye?”
”Without a doubt. By certain metrics. The team leader, Tanner Brown, has performed exceptionally in the field missions he’s undertaken back in Vacuo. Amarelo, the little guy, is actually from my home village- along with BCSN’s Carmim, actually. He’s small, but not to be underestimated. Nilla Stratus, with the white hair, is one to definitely keep an eye on too- a fierce combatant, and downright vicious at times. And Nina, with the blue hair, is a standout with the most job board missions completed in a single year at Shade.”
Gorm nodded, scratching at his beard. ”So yer tellin’ me, with all them together, y’don’t think they can beat BCSN?” Tanga shook her head. ”Not really, no. They’re all stronger than most first years with their experience, but you know exactly how much good that will do you, when your teamwork isn’t nearly that strong.” A pointed look. Gorm sighed with a nod.
”Aye, I guess yer right. Hopefully, they’ll get it together like we did. Remember the Beringel?” A glitter of humor flashed through his sapphire eyes, as he recalled what was apparently an old inside joke. The dark-haired woman was quick with her response: ”We don’t talk about the Beringel.”
Gorm smiled to himself, and Tanga rolled her eyes. Some things clearly never change. ”So what about Haven’s team? You want to talk about them?”
”Aye, I suppose. Well, the only one I know personally, really, is Jacqueline Bariole. Former student of mine, at Atlas. I’m not too sure I like the fact she got into a new Academy, after she left Atlas… Let’s just hope that she fights clean here, aye?” He gazed down at the tall brunette down below, as the two teams entered the arena. A round of jeers from the small Atlesian corner of the arena erupted, and the stocky man in the announcers’ booth waited until they settled down before continuing.
”Tanga, ye mentioned earlier that Carmim’s from yer own home village, aye?” She nodded. ”Yes. I don’t know her, myself, but I’m sure you recognize that hair and those eyes, Gorm.” A silence passed over them, though it wasn’t the awkward, introverted, silence from before. More of a reflective one.
”Right. She ought t’prove t’be a standout’n this match- the girl was there for that attack on the train here that made the news a while back, and her’n her other teammate, with the pink hair, were in that village. Horrible, what happened t’them. Slate Seraphine’s the wolf faunus there, and I hear she’s a pretty well-travelled one. Good trait for a good fighter, so let’s hope she brings the fre, aye? And last is Nasrin Golbahar. Pink-haired girl with the missin’ arm. Bold choice, not bein’ fitted with a prosthetic! Certainly wouldn’t see someone like that in Atlas.”
Down below, the teams stood around as the random biome generators spun, giving a little excitement and tension to the moments before the action would really begin.
While the Haven students could probably make some guesses as to what their opponents may be like, from their positioning, appearances, and weapon choices, there really wasn’t much they knew about Team TANN- most of them weren’t at all familiar with anybody on the team, and there weren’t any recordings they could have viewed beforehand. However, fortunately for Team BCSN, TANN knew pretty much nothing about them either, except for the glaring familial matchup, and one small exception.
The smallest student at Haven and the smallest student at Shade jabbed fingers through the air at one another at the exact same time, both absolutely stunned to see the other there.
”Amarelo!?”
”Cousin Carm!? What’re you doin’ here?”
”What am I doing here? What are you doing here!?”
The sugar-glider faunus grinned, teeth glistening in the stadium lights. He was by far the shortest student in the arena, and very likely the shortest student competing in the Festival at all- standing at an incredibly intimidating 4’1”, even Carmim towered over the tinier redhead. He stretched his arms, revealing the stretchy folds of skin that made up his “wings,” much to the disgust and dismay of the crowd. ”What am I doing here? T’at should be super-obvious, stupid! We’re here to kick your ass!” The little faunus damn near toppled over from the shrieking, screechy, laughter that erupted from him like a pile of missiles. Carmim frowned with noticeable disgust. He was her worst cousin. And a shame to her entire family…
Not too far from him, a tall canine faunus was sizing up Slate, with a predatory grin spread wide across her face. ”Howdy there, friend. Sick tail.” Her ears twitched with excitement as she tightened the grip on her boomerangs and pressed her foot into the ground in front of her. ”Be a shame if somethin’ happened to it, yeah, wolfie?”
Who would have imagined a dingo and a wolf wouldn’t get along?
”Oi, cut it ooouuut, Stratty. I know her!” The blue-haired faunus grinned, leaving no question as to what sort of faunus she could be- a double-row of pointed teeth, strong and razor sharp flashed, as she leaned as close as possible towards Slate, squinting and giving a few sniffs. ”Mia amica! I’ll be damned, if it ain’t really you, Slate. Fancy meetin’ you he-” A snarl from the dingo faunus interrupted Nina mid-sentence, as she snapped at her teammate.
”Anybody fuckin’ ask you, Nina?! I can talk to whoever the hell I want, fuck you!” Amarelo’s cackling only increased in its obnoxiousness and volume at the infighting. Nina frowned, and gave a noncommittal shrug, stepping back from the edge of their space. ”Yeah, yeah, whatever, Strat. Talk to you after we win, yeah, Slate?” She leaned back, stretching her spine, with her long double-sided trident- at seven feet long, it was taller than even the tallest student present.
A student who was clearly making TANN’s leader insecure about his height, as she stood at least an inch higher than him.
”Hey. Jacqueline, yeah?” The kangaroo faunus leaned back on his tail, which was sporting a metal ball strapped to the end of it, matching the heavy gauntlets on his arms. ”You a gorilla faunus, then?”
Cue even more cackling from the peanut gallery of one, and a smirk from the brunette.
Suddenly, the biomes clicked into place on the big screen, and from behind Team BCSN, sprawling urban ruins rose up, while behind the all-faunus Shade team, a murky swamp appeared, to the shark girl’s visible delight, even as she crinkled her nose at the dank smell of mud and earthy water. ”Sweeeeet…” Amarelo grimaced at her with disgust. ”What t’e fuck is wrong wit’ you?? T’at shit smells like your mom’s sweaty socks!” More snickering, but Nina was unperturbed, responding pretty neutrally, ”I don’t have a mom, piccolo merda.”
”Well, looks like we’re about to get started now. Gorm, do you have any final comments before the fighting starts?” He gave a half-hearted shrug. ”Let’s have a good, clean, fight, aye?”
The clock was ticking now, and the fight was about to start, as soon as the timer hit zero. Each team had a few moments to position themselves, so long as they didn’t cross into the other team’s side of the smaller middle area, which was about fifty meters across, or into the biomes on either side. Tanner made a beeline for the front half of their section in the middle of the arena, and in the process, collided with Nilla, who was also making a break for that spot. Amarelo rocketed off towards the far left, but stopped as the white-haired girl snapped at him, still wrestling with her team leader. ”No, dumbass! Gods, why are you all so fucking- Get. Off. Me! Ugh! Fucking stupid! Shortstack, get your ass to the right, like we planned, you dumb fu-”
The kangaroo faunus shoved the slightly-shorter dingo off of him with his lips curled back in an angry snarl. ”Who the hell made you team lead, Fido?! Fuck off, and Clover, get in your fucking posi- Nina! What in the fuck are you doing!?”
The blue-haired girl idly turned back to glance at her team, from the very back of the area, a little annoyed that he had distracted her from examining the swamp. ”What’s it look like I’m doin’?”
10… 9… 8…
”Fucking everything up! If you cost us this match, I swear…”
”Oh, fuck off Tan-man. We got this. Right, Stratty?” The dingo faunus made another attempt at shoving Tanner out of the way, but still managed to snap at Nina. ”Shut the fuck up, Jaws! Get up front with us, dammit!”
”Nah. I’m good back here.”
7… 6… 5…
”Woooow, and I thought the cripple over there was the biggest idiot in the ring!” More shrill, aggravating laughter, as he pointed and jeered at Nasrin, then Nina. ”You’re even dumber than a stupid moron who thinks she can beat us with one arm! Just do what they said, Nina, they’re the brains of the group.” Snickering laughter proved that he was, in fact, capable of insulting his entire team in one bout of sarcasm. And somehow, he managed to tell her to follow orders, without having moved from his chosen spot.
4… 3…
The ticking timer didn’t seem to distract the squabbling Shade team from their arguing until it hit the last three seconds. At that point, like clockwork, the two front-facing students grinned, baring their teeth at Team BCSN, seemingly silencing their argument right then. It was time for work.
Over to the side, Amarelo was apparently oblivious to the timer ticking down, as he just continued cracking rude jokes about both his own teammates, and BCSN.
And in the back, Nina was still facing the swamp biome, doing a few leg and arm stretches, as she prepared, completely opposite from the rest of her team.
2… 1… 0!
”Let the match…”
”Begin.”
(Battlemap:)
WC: 2656, TWC: 2656
The Amity Colosseum has a distinctive inverted cone shape that tapers to a point at the bottom where an enormous dust crystal powers the structure. Located above the main dust crystal are two levels of docking bays for air buses and other transportation to receive and offload passengers. Large archways lead passengers to the seating area which surrounds the arena. The seating area is the largest of any permanently airborne structure in the world, comfortably able to seat eighteen thousand people from across Remnant. The closest ring of seating to the arena itself are red seats reserved for contestants of the Vytal Festival itself along with other VIPs that typically include faculty members of both combat schools and Huntsman Academies along with the occasional politician or high flight businessman.
Above the seating area are huge holographic screens, which display the aura monitors for tournament matches, as well as videos of the matches in progress to include action replays and commercials. The tournament presenters in a small booth above the top level of the seating area, and for this tournament rotate out but always form some combination of two individuals who are either current faculty members of a Big Four Academy, or former finalists of the tournament itself.
The audience is protected by an invisible force field which prevents projectiles and other objects from leaving the fighting area powered by hard light dust. When hit, the force field pulses a light blue color and ripples around the impact. It can prevent flying contestants from smashing into the spectator stands and is also able to absorb stray bullets or semblance attacks.
The tournament matches themselves take place in a large octagonal arena measuring 150 meters in diameter. The arena can change its environment into several different "biomes", including grasslands, forest, fire, ice, geyser fields, stormy mountains, desert, an ocean and beach with a wooden ship, city ruins, gravity arenas, and a swamp. The arena also has artificial weather effects, such as thunderstorms and an artificial sun. In all matches, the central octagonal section measuring 50 meters in diameter remains the same regardless of the biome.
During the team round, the arena is split evenly into two biomes, which are chosen randomly at the beginning of every fight for each half of the arena. For this match, between first year teams from Haven and Shade, the biomes selected were the Ruined City and the Swamp areas.
To the east, the combatants can see a sprawling urban area, old and decrepit, made up of beaten and battered old buildings, providing a very vertical battleground. Most of the buildings appear to be made of brick and concrete, but a few have wooden barricades, or steel support beams contributing to the overall ruinous state of the arena. There seem to be about six structures arranged along a cracked and broken asphalt road, each standing around 20-25 meters tall, with 7-8 floors each, all with at least one wall completely exposed- it wouldn’t be nearly as exciting if the audience couldn’t see what was going on, now would it? Each room is about 5-10 meters in length and width, and each floor is furnished like a standard apartment complex would be, with dilapidated bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms, and similar living areas.
And to the west, the combatants can see a murky swamp, 3 meters deep in some places, with vegetation sprouting up from beneath the muddy waters, and a few solemn trees, no more than 20-25 meters high, dangling vines over the muck. Between the quicksand and the smell of wet mud in the air, this might be the least pleasant area a team could draw.
This match would be fought between Haven Academy’s Team BCSN (Buckskin), led by Jacqueline Bariole, and Team TANN (Tan) of Shade Academy, led by Tanner Brown. The crowd roared with excitement as the big screens lit up with the faces of the eight students preparing for their match, along with their names and Aura levels.
Up in the commentators booth, which was projected onto another big screen for the crowds to see, was Shade Academy professor, Tanga Atale, who really looked like she had better things to do than sit around and talk a lot. And beside her was her former teammate, and current faculty member at Atlas Academy, Gorm Liath. Oddly enough, for a Team COAL half-reunion, neither of them seemed to be very excited about being there, or talking to one another.
”So today’s match will be between my students, on Team TANN, and Haven’s Team BCSN. It should be a pretty exciting match.” An awkward pause in her speaking. Gorm yawned. It was actually a really good question as to why they were asked to announce at all.
”I guess we ought go ahead’n tell’em about the students, ‘en, aye?”
”Yeah. I guess.” Another awkward silence as the two of them listlessly tried to wait out the other, neither really caring to go first.
”So yer students, yeah? Tell us about’em.”
”They’re going to lose, probably.” Gasps and booing from the tiny section of the arena full of Vacuoans. Tanga didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest. ”That’s a little harsh, don’t ye think?”
She shook her head. ”No. It’s just an accurate assessment of facts. You were telling me about that Bariole girl before, right?” Gorm grimaced. ”Right…”
Tanga nodded. “”If half of what you said about her was true, then TANN is going down, easily. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect them to do too well against anything but the weakest teams here.”
”An’ they’re supposed t’be… The strongest’a Shade’s first year teams, aye?”
”Without a doubt. By certain metrics. The team leader, Tanner Brown, has performed exceptionally in the field missions he’s undertaken back in Vacuo. Amarelo, the little guy, is actually from my home village- along with BCSN’s Carmim, actually. He’s small, but not to be underestimated. Nilla Stratus, with the white hair, is one to definitely keep an eye on too- a fierce combatant, and downright vicious at times. And Nina, with the blue hair, is a standout with the most job board missions completed in a single year at Shade.”
Gorm nodded, scratching at his beard. ”So yer tellin’ me, with all them together, y’don’t think they can beat BCSN?” Tanga shook her head. ”Not really, no. They’re all stronger than most first years with their experience, but you know exactly how much good that will do you, when your teamwork isn’t nearly that strong.” A pointed look. Gorm sighed with a nod.
”Aye, I guess yer right. Hopefully, they’ll get it together like we did. Remember the Beringel?” A glitter of humor flashed through his sapphire eyes, as he recalled what was apparently an old inside joke. The dark-haired woman was quick with her response: ”We don’t talk about the Beringel.”
Gorm smiled to himself, and Tanga rolled her eyes. Some things clearly never change. ”So what about Haven’s team? You want to talk about them?”
”Aye, I suppose. Well, the only one I know personally, really, is Jacqueline Bariole. Former student of mine, at Atlas. I’m not too sure I like the fact she got into a new Academy, after she left Atlas… Let’s just hope that she fights clean here, aye?” He gazed down at the tall brunette down below, as the two teams entered the arena. A round of jeers from the small Atlesian corner of the arena erupted, and the stocky man in the announcers’ booth waited until they settled down before continuing.
”Tanga, ye mentioned earlier that Carmim’s from yer own home village, aye?” She nodded. ”Yes. I don’t know her, myself, but I’m sure you recognize that hair and those eyes, Gorm.” A silence passed over them, though it wasn’t the awkward, introverted, silence from before. More of a reflective one.
”Right. She ought t’prove t’be a standout’n this match- the girl was there for that attack on the train here that made the news a while back, and her’n her other teammate, with the pink hair, were in that village. Horrible, what happened t’them. Slate Seraphine’s the wolf faunus there, and I hear she’s a pretty well-travelled one. Good trait for a good fighter, so let’s hope she brings the fre, aye? And last is Nasrin Golbahar. Pink-haired girl with the missin’ arm. Bold choice, not bein’ fitted with a prosthetic! Certainly wouldn’t see someone like that in Atlas.”
Down below, the teams stood around as the random biome generators spun, giving a little excitement and tension to the moments before the action would really begin.
While the Haven students could probably make some guesses as to what their opponents may be like, from their positioning, appearances, and weapon choices, there really wasn’t much they knew about Team TANN- most of them weren’t at all familiar with anybody on the team, and there weren’t any recordings they could have viewed beforehand. However, fortunately for Team BCSN, TANN knew pretty much nothing about them either, except for the glaring familial matchup, and one small exception.
The smallest student at Haven and the smallest student at Shade jabbed fingers through the air at one another at the exact same time, both absolutely stunned to see the other there.
”Amarelo!?”
”Cousin Carm!? What’re you doin’ here?”
”What am I doing here? What are you doing here!?”
The sugar-glider faunus grinned, teeth glistening in the stadium lights. He was by far the shortest student in the arena, and very likely the shortest student competing in the Festival at all- standing at an incredibly intimidating 4’1”, even Carmim towered over the tinier redhead. He stretched his arms, revealing the stretchy folds of skin that made up his “wings,” much to the disgust and dismay of the crowd. ”What am I doing here? T’at should be super-obvious, stupid! We’re here to kick your ass!” The little faunus damn near toppled over from the shrieking, screechy, laughter that erupted from him like a pile of missiles. Carmim frowned with noticeable disgust. He was her worst cousin. And a shame to her entire family…
Not too far from him, a tall canine faunus was sizing up Slate, with a predatory grin spread wide across her face. ”Howdy there, friend. Sick tail.” Her ears twitched with excitement as she tightened the grip on her boomerangs and pressed her foot into the ground in front of her. ”Be a shame if somethin’ happened to it, yeah, wolfie?”
Who would have imagined a dingo and a wolf wouldn’t get along?
”Oi, cut it ooouuut, Stratty. I know her!” The blue-haired faunus grinned, leaving no question as to what sort of faunus she could be- a double-row of pointed teeth, strong and razor sharp flashed, as she leaned as close as possible towards Slate, squinting and giving a few sniffs. ”Mia amica! I’ll be damned, if it ain’t really you, Slate. Fancy meetin’ you he-” A snarl from the dingo faunus interrupted Nina mid-sentence, as she snapped at her teammate.
”Anybody fuckin’ ask you, Nina?! I can talk to whoever the hell I want, fuck you!” Amarelo’s cackling only increased in its obnoxiousness and volume at the infighting. Nina frowned, and gave a noncommittal shrug, stepping back from the edge of their space. ”Yeah, yeah, whatever, Strat. Talk to you after we win, yeah, Slate?” She leaned back, stretching her spine, with her long double-sided trident- at seven feet long, it was taller than even the tallest student present.
A student who was clearly making TANN’s leader insecure about his height, as she stood at least an inch higher than him.
”Hey. Jacqueline, yeah?” The kangaroo faunus leaned back on his tail, which was sporting a metal ball strapped to the end of it, matching the heavy gauntlets on his arms. ”You a gorilla faunus, then?”
Cue even more cackling from the peanut gallery of one, and a smirk from the brunette.
Suddenly, the biomes clicked into place on the big screen, and from behind Team BCSN, sprawling urban ruins rose up, while behind the all-faunus Shade team, a murky swamp appeared, to the shark girl’s visible delight, even as she crinkled her nose at the dank smell of mud and earthy water. ”Sweeeeet…” Amarelo grimaced at her with disgust. ”What t’e fuck is wrong wit’ you?? T’at shit smells like your mom’s sweaty socks!” More snickering, but Nina was unperturbed, responding pretty neutrally, ”I don’t have a mom, piccolo merda.”
”Well, looks like we’re about to get started now. Gorm, do you have any final comments before the fighting starts?” He gave a half-hearted shrug. ”Let’s have a good, clean, fight, aye?”
The clock was ticking now, and the fight was about to start, as soon as the timer hit zero. Each team had a few moments to position themselves, so long as they didn’t cross into the other team’s side of the smaller middle area, which was about fifty meters across, or into the biomes on either side. Tanner made a beeline for the front half of their section in the middle of the arena, and in the process, collided with Nilla, who was also making a break for that spot. Amarelo rocketed off towards the far left, but stopped as the white-haired girl snapped at him, still wrestling with her team leader. ”No, dumbass! Gods, why are you all so fucking- Get. Off. Me! Ugh! Fucking stupid! Shortstack, get your ass to the right, like we planned, you dumb fu-”
The kangaroo faunus shoved the slightly-shorter dingo off of him with his lips curled back in an angry snarl. ”Who the hell made you team lead, Fido?! Fuck off, and Clover, get in your fucking posi- Nina! What in the fuck are you doing!?”
The blue-haired girl idly turned back to glance at her team, from the very back of the area, a little annoyed that he had distracted her from examining the swamp. ”What’s it look like I’m doin’?”
10… 9… 8…
”Fucking everything up! If you cost us this match, I swear…”
”Oh, fuck off Tan-man. We got this. Right, Stratty?” The dingo faunus made another attempt at shoving Tanner out of the way, but still managed to snap at Nina. ”Shut the fuck up, Jaws! Get up front with us, dammit!”
”Nah. I’m good back here.”
7… 6… 5…
”Woooow, and I thought the cripple over there was the biggest idiot in the ring!” More shrill, aggravating laughter, as he pointed and jeered at Nasrin, then Nina. ”You’re even dumber than a stupid moron who thinks she can beat us with one arm! Just do what they said, Nina, they’re the brains of the group.” Snickering laughter proved that he was, in fact, capable of insulting his entire team in one bout of sarcasm. And somehow, he managed to tell her to follow orders, without having moved from his chosen spot.
4… 3…
The ticking timer didn’t seem to distract the squabbling Shade team from their arguing until it hit the last three seconds. At that point, like clockwork, the two front-facing students grinned, baring their teeth at Team BCSN, seemingly silencing their argument right then. It was time for work.
Over to the side, Amarelo was apparently oblivious to the timer ticking down, as he just continued cracking rude jokes about both his own teammates, and BCSN.
And in the back, Nina was still facing the swamp biome, doing a few leg and arm stretches, as she prepared, completely opposite from the rest of her team.
2… 1… 0!
”Let the match…”
”Begin.”
(Battlemap:)
WC: 2656, TWC: 2656