Evilyn Vs Milo

[Ginger]

FOURTH TOURNAMENT BATTLE

This battle is between Evilyn and Milo.


The competitors may make any sort of entrance to the Tournament their Rpiers feel will match their personalities. These entrances can be anything from teleportation to falling randomly out of the sky, the major requirement is that they battle the competitor before them. Anybody may enter the battle at any time to help any competitor they want, due to this any rule goes. The way to win is to get your opponent admit defeat and quit the battle, deaths require permission of both rpiers, and fighters make walk out of the ring at anytime and are given time interval to return {5 posts}. Other characters may post in the thread to watch the battle in anticipation, they have to join battle with both competitor rpiers permission. If both rpiers cannot decide who wins the match, example both want to win, then the staff will decide the battle with a scoresheet at the end before a winner is declared. The Battles will end when the 3rd page is reached, battles may end anytime before that. Once your character enters the battle ring [EI posts] they are not allowed to go buy items from the Site shop, use newly gained abilities, etc. For example what they enter with is what they get, you start with aurora sphere but gain black blood in another thread that is happening same time the tournament, they may not use the black blood. This is the same with Shop items, they may not use any new bought shop items after posting their first post in their first battle.




Competitors DO NOT HAVE TO WAIT FOR BATTLE WATCHERS TO REPLY.

Betters please bet for the winner of this battle in the betting area, this area will be opened up sometime tonight waay before the battle ends.

[Evilyn Coventry]

Evilyn jumps quickly into the arena when her name is called. Haha, this will be sooo easy. This tournament is such a charming event. All these powerful people, fighting here. It will be so easy..killing them ALL! Muahaha! I'll just have to kill this little twerp first. Hmph, piece of flesh this will be easy. I wonder what his powers are..maybe I could summon a demon to take over his body..Ahahah! Such beauty..such..miraculous activities.. She thinks as she stands, watching the boy make his own entrance.

She stares at the boy, grabbing her sword with one hand and fiddling with her other, acting as impatient as ever. She shouts across the arena to the little boy with a voice that sounds to cruel to be that of a woman her age's. "You there, Scrap! Why don't you give up now? We ALL know if you don't..I'LL KILL YOU." she shouts, her voice sounding like a growl at her last comment, her eye a bright flaming, inhuman red. She watches the boy for just a moment before beginning her attack, not giving the boy much time to do  anything save watch.

Evilyn lifts her hands above her head as she prepares her attack. She spins her sword around a few times, creating a couple of wisps of flame; but it isn't the wisps that she plans to attack with. When one larger wisp forms fromt the sword, she stops it quickly, causing the wisp to fall into her hands, her hands which she now grasps the fire with. She holds the fire in her hands as if it is some for of tangible substance, despite it's ethereal nature.

She uses her magic to augment the power of the flame, creating an orb about the size of a human head. She spins the orb and from it fly several smaller orbs about the size of a small leaf. These smaller orbs are flying at a speed near that of a throwing weapon, and they are all aiming for Milo. She watches as her attack depletes the orb in her hand, revealing her face: the face with a smile that could scare even the mightiest of men.

[Emillio Railey Kross]

Milo barely had time to step into the arena, notice his opponent, whom was glowing a bright red, and get the just of what she was saying before there were little balls of fire flying toward him, Soul his riolu, and Phantom his ghostly Sylveon. He was actually kind of disappointed that he had gotten the crazy witch to be his opponent. He didn't know who she was, but she sure wasn't going to make the fight any more fun. In fact, she was probably going to make it obnoxiously hard. Not hard as in a challenge. Hard as in a pain in the neck. He was an assassin of the Diamond Kingdom, not a witch hunter in the least. This was not going to be easy or fun. Which was something that would really bother Milo. It sounded like he wasn't going to make it out of this battle alive either. He cursed as he saw the fire balls of death come near him, but it wasn't long before they were intercepted by balls of ectoplasm. Despite the little pokemon's attempt to protect his master, there was no way Phantom could block all the fireballs. So, Milo quickly grabbed hold of Soul and took him into a ball as they both rolled under and out of the way of the flying fire. Phantom simply went transparent, which protected him from getting hurt.

Thinking fast he stood up from where they landed. No way was he going to lose Soul the way he had lost Wildfire. With that he put the little pokemon on his shoulders as he began to run toward the wall. His best bet was using his skills. He was mostly about being close up, but seeing the way the witch moved and acted, he wouldn't have much chance with that sword of hers. He had a mini-stiletto and while it could extend, he wasn't sure how long he would last in a sword fight against her. Especially with her magic abilities. Perhaps he could find something outside the ring that could help him to contain her. He made a hand signal at the Riolu and Soul nodded and began to change his trajectory. As Milo began climbing up the side of the wall, Soul began to speed across the arena toward the demon witch in the process, It seemed as though copies of himself began to spawn up behind him running along with him toward the creepy woman, trying to get her attention. The copies of himself began swarming around her trying to confuse her and to hide the actual Soul.

Meanwhile, Phantom sent out a helping hand toward Soul, causing his speed to increase and the copies of himself to grow in number around Evilyn. Milo on the other hand was moving as fast as he possibly could to reach the top of the wall. He had a plan. Didn't know if it would work, but, he had no other choice. It had to work. If not, then he would have to resort to other, more less desirable ways of taking out witches.

[Evilyn Coventry]

Evilyn watches as the boy effectively dodges her attack. Maybe he'll exite me yet she thinks, her blood rushing as the boy begins his counter, or, moreso, his plan. Evilyn wonders what the boy could possibly be trying as he traverses the wall, but she is interrupted by the little strange Riolu with multiple copies. it's gonna take more than copies to stop me.. she thinks, her body tensing as she forces magic into her feet.

She uses her magic to augment her jumping ability and she jumps over the Riolu's copy barrage and Evilyn jumps to the side of the arena opposite of Milo. She watches carefully as she prepares yet another attack. She forms a blob like substance in her hand, a substance which is very black and it seems to bubble on its own. She tosses the orb into the air and it floats above the center of the arena before bursting.

As the orb bursts, gallons and gallons of the liquid pour out, as if the orb was incredibly dense. The liquid covers more that three quarters of the arena, and even the crowds could smell the sleek of the liquid which can't be described, literaly, it can't be described. The reason for this is that the effect the black blood has.on people is a mental one, not physical one, and yet the human mind tries to solve the puzzle, so it tries and fails at making a scent for it..

While the black blood is an interesting way of mentaly affecting the opponent, it does little unless you are in contact with it for a long time, and usually skin contact is needed, as the madness caused by the black blood 's presence wouldn't have much of a drastic effect, only subliminal until time had passed. Evilyn knows this all too well, and she takes her sword and swings it, creating one lowly spark which ignites the blood, creating a black flame over a large portion of the arena.

Now the black blood literaly has a scent, and a way of entering one's blood stream: through the lungs. Now, not only does the sticky fire make it difficult to traverse to battlefield, but it also makes.everyone in the arena susceptible to the power of black blood, and not a soul knows what it does..for it looks just like crude oil..and who could know that it's anything but?

Maybe he'll go mad! Then we'll have another minion! Giratina, my lover, are you proud? she thinks as she stands in the fiery goop, her eyes burning with the madness that the black blood.arguments. let's hope no one breathes.. we wouldn't want a group of crazies on our hands.

[Dialga]

Dialga sat, wondering where Palkia was. Certainly the time-god was early, especially by usual standards, but there was entertainment to be had watching the mortals struggle against each other. The tourney was in his name, anyway, by virtue of being in Diamond kingdom; the opening ceremony had involved one of the mortals' prayers to him for guidance.

Which was probably why Palkia was late. That or he was perusing the concession stands. He'd be by with ice-cream in a bit, so Dialga suspected the latter. In any case the witch was spreading that nauseous seepage around the arena and burning it; If someone didn't do something the onlookers, Justice and Camellia included, would be infected. Certainly Camellia was already insane, but at least she didn't kill innocents. In most time-lines. Would someone else deal with it? Maybe. Was he willing to take that chance? Not this time.

Dialga sat up, and leaned over the wall, looking down at the man running up it in his direction. Depending on which path the lad chose, Dialga was actually one of his intended goals. The kid had piety, Dialga admitted. Time to do some dirty work.

Time froze, and Dialga leaned far over the railing. The lad's mind was still running at full speed, though his body was frozen. Speaking to the statue, Dialga made a disgruntled face. "Listen, normally I'd wait for you to get up here and ask, but as things stand I'd rather skip to the part where I watch you teach the witch a lesson. Accept this blessing;" Dialga pointed with his cane, channeling the blessing down to Emillio, "With it, you will be able to reverse the flow of time for short periods, and only in a limited area; I'll let you figure out how to use it, just remember If you lose I'm taking it away. Oh, and make sure to stop her from throwing that black sludge around first." His point made, Dialga sat back down at the bench and allowed time to resume, wondering which choices the boy would make this time around...

OOC: The time-reversal power works only one way; the trick is, it's whichever one Emillio tries to use it for first. Don't bother asking what they are, because the whole idea is it's only limited by what he can imagine.