Mind of Two; El vs ???

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[B]El[B]:

{1}

El Tentazoine Zerephan had always wondered about this place. What drew his father and many others to such a field of blood with Merciless glee. There was never a past thought of coming here, until now that it.

There was no combat armor on the nineteen year old looking boys frame, just a simple little getup of black dress pants, a unbuttoned black dress coat, a white button up undershirt and leather shoes, along with a pair of black sunglasses. Armaments wise, a Katana looking blade (with a sort of crossguard rather then the traditional thing) of all things sat sheathed on his left hip, holstered on his right sat a dark blue small looking six shooter pistol a 'Baby Blue' Model of his fathers make. The weapons were more for protection then actual fighting, given the Arenas reputation, but who knew?

El passed under an arc in the Arena, inhaling then exhaling a bit of smoke from a lit cigarette. Sunglass covered green eyes passed over every feature, nostrils sniffed as he stopped for a second. Behind him, in the darkness, there was a sort of soft 'plopping' sound which suddenly stopped as he rose his right hand. A tilt up of his head made these 'plopping' noises suddenly become distant and echoing. A 'precaution' if you will as El made his pilgrims journey to the Arena.

A further step was taken, another, until El found himself , perhaps like his father and others before, hopping over the Arenas guard rail into the pits. There, he paced forward a few more times before stopping, huffing out more smoke laced air and spitting his cigarette out. There he stomped whatever light was out and removed his glasses from his eyes, putting them in a pocket within his coat. For a brief moment, he randomly looked at the hand he used to do so, his right hand, which seemed to shimmer before looking up.

“...I almost dont get it, almost.”

About the feeling of the Arena. Just thing, ears perked, and his left hand reached down, readying his blade. It wasnt so much he felt something rather that he remembered he was sort of a 'Angst filled' looking short (5'8 or so) looking fool with a sword and small gun in an Arena. Last place to not be on your toes.

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El:

{And the 2nd}

The creature wasnt exactly hard to notice. Its tall armored and armed frame a short distance away and very obviously noticing El with malicious intent. A frown laced the boys features as his right hand, the one not gripping his blade suddenly seemed to go limb and fall to his side. There, his hand seemed to pale considerably then take on a complete blackish color before the outer layer of Els 'skin' seemed to drip and then fall from his hand altogether, onto the Arena sands with a wet splat sound. There this odd black 'flesh' sat for a half second before seemingly moving of its own whim. A plyp, something El had come up with what with his biological capabilities, but it needed a moment to get 'useful'. Els hand, despite seeming loosing a chunk of itself seemed ok, other then looking rather pale and somewhat smaller from a second ago.

This was quickly done but obviously wouldnt hinder the large monster heading towards him, so to hopefully save his behind, the boy actually took the his left hand from his Katana and reached for his Baby Blue pistol and drew it out, pointing it towards the monster before him. There were a few open spots to the best, but El had a distinct feeling, even without Armor, the beast had some traits to numb out normal means of damage, but testing waters were testing water, so after drawing the pistol (and in a likewise motion cocking the hammer back), El pulled the trigger. The bullet flung from the gun itself (aimed at one of those exposed upper leg portions of the beasts right leg) was oddly small but strangely solid and almost sharped tip. If it were to hit, is very design, almost sharp looking and somewhat aerodynamic, was meant to both pierce and punch through armor/flesh and muscle/bone and generally wreck what it cut through.

El wasnt exactly expecting this to go off without a hitch, or do anything even if it did hit, which was the reason why, after immediately firing, the boy veered off and began moving towards his left, green eyes kept clearly on the beast as swift feet carried him away from his initial standing point.

“Hmmmm...”

A small low pitch exited his lips. Something of a precaution from another something from within the Arena depths. It was 'plopping', stopped at the pitch then gradually edging towards the Arena itself but not completely yet, waiting for the signal. The plyp, despite El moving away from it, festered and began growing and in an odd liquid-organic fashion, coiling amongst itself.

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El:

{Distance.}

The closing in one the boy was a two way street. On one hand, the obviously heavily melee oriented beast was getting closer for a strike, but on the other, he was also getting closer to El who had a gun. The beast proved fast, but not fast enough with the bullet graze as El observed and as he closed in, the beast would find within a matter of a second or so, the hammer of the Baby Blue would be pulled and the trigger pulled. No debilitation this time either; this was a sort of head/neck shot as El was using his smaller stature to aim up at the large creature, the fast piercing shot intending to imbed/go through an area somewhere along the area connecting the neck to the torso (the bullet carefully placed to be above any armor plating) where one could imagine with even such a large beast, a neck shot would prove fatal if not instantly in a few seconds.

If it didnt or somehow missed? Such a deadly shot at rather closed in range warranted either pain or a quick somewhat panicked evasion (of normal or non normal means), and either way? Such a thing would logically say El would have some breathing room either way, so continued attempt to zip off to his left applied. Meanwhile, the echoes of the 'plopping' would come nearer, almost not becoming echoes. The Plyp itself would be growing of its own whim, toiling, bubbling, and inwardly coiling until one could visibly see a small but growing hand 'reach outwards' from the plyp, along with something that looked like a hollow tube on the opposite end.

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El:

{Acidic Growth.}

A glancing shot and reaction. El winced. It wasnt so much he knew what was coming, more like what reaction was being thrown at him. A cone of all things, a cone that, once his nostrils flared, he knew what'd be. Tucking his gun near his gut, El turned his back to the monster and while moving veered off to the side, more to his left, basically turning. There was little he could do to avoid the cone, it was fast and long/wide and caught him in its grasp, but not for long. There would be a slight splash and one could see El running from the cone itself, physically exiting from its girth/width. To say the boy was a mess now would be an understatement: the goop was all over his back, back of head, and a part of his side when he ran that way, green clouds seemed to emit from him as the acid sizzled into clothes and flesh before quite suddenly, literally, falling from his frame.

Not just the clothes either. No; portions of flesh, hair, etc, literally fell off of El, leaving parts of the top, back, and side of his head without hair and well, to be blunt, with the lack of 'clothes' leaving his backside quite naked and in view and rather paler then the normal complexion El actually had. The same process for making the Plyp applied here, basically willing biological features from your body to fall/let lose, then fall off, almost shed. The different though was this was meant for defense rather then offense, obviously, and there were no add ons to it for other purposes. It did hurt mind you, a bit, but luckily El managed to shed off the acidic properties before they reached something that could have been catastrophic. This being done, El continued to actually run, not turning in the slightest having escaped the attack, wincing as the sections he 'shed', large chunks in fact, were pulsing in nagging glaring pain, but overall, he didnt seem completely worried about countering.

This was because his counter was already in place. The Plyp had been left alone to long and it was now producing. Literally in fact; the thing that looked like an arm and odd vein infused tube continued to grow until it was about five feet. Features and outlines to a torso, legs, and other such limbs were very clearly given from the Plyps biological construction and eventually, once it reached the five feet, it stepped forward. The tubs like apparatus would perhaps surprise those who looked at it, as the creature, purple colored, semi-muscular, and covered in veins like the tube, had two 'normal' looking arms with three fingers and two legs with two webbed toes...yet the mentioned tube was its head. It lacked any normal head like features; no eyes, no nose, but it did lack what one could consider a mouth, that being the end of the tube-head itself, a basketball sized hole. The creature stood for a split second before seemingly 'inhaling' a breath of air through its 'mouth' then suddenly, quickly 'exhaling'. A sharp noise akin to someone blowing through pursed lips took place and with surprising amount of speed and accuracy, a sort of rotten green and purple like sludge with a distinct black dot in the center was shot forth from the creature (known as a Spitter) towards the large Acid spitting monsters back (range not mattering as it seemed to fly in a bee line towards the thing).

If the attack were to hit, there would be a splat on the armored creatures backside and, despite wards/magical input, it'd find the sludge actually trying to eat through its armor and get to flesh/fur/muscle/bone. One might think this was acid but in fact the sludge itself was a  colony of tiny but various microorganisms of the same species but various composures but had two goal in their 'lives'; eat was the first one, anything of matter and organic/earthen properties, and the second, well, that only applied if it missed (which it may or may not) and that out of place (but left along) black dot in the center of the sludge came into play.

If that wasnt enough the echoes of the plopping sounds were no longer echoes or plopping, more like heavy and rough thumps that for a second stopped at an entry way not to far from the battle taking place. Nothing could be seen, darkness and all, well, aside from four angry looking yellow eyes and a distinct low gutteral sound of sorts.

She was here, and not very happy.

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El:

{Tenacity}

Goddamn this thing knew how to stay up, El had to give it that. Mind you, he wasnt expecting one vat of the microorganism based sludge to work on the spot, but maybe to slow it down? Not even...yet. A good amount of the radiation and poisons within the beast did indeed, kill a good chunk of the organisms off, but one had to take into account that this was a colony of microorganisms of many kinds. Some would naturally die to the innards of the beast, others? Resist it completely, hell even fester and speed up their 'eating' process. It varied but yes, some were still there and at this point safe to say, past skin contact and more to muscle and possibly bone contact on the creatures back, with that mentioned black dot seemingly floating behind the 'battle' line going between the two, 'observing' but not affected by the radiation or acidity itself. Left to own devices, that could be very very bad.

That and despite the injury and onslaught against El, he still had his wits about him, and his gun. While the creature came, again, while moving, another shot was pinpointed into one of those exposed meaty upper legs, the opposing one though.

While this was done, the spawned creature began moving. Its funnel like head seemed to concave inward as it moved at an angle and sudden, another sharp noise took place and another splatting of goop was shot from the funnel like orifice of the Spitter. This time though, the goop itself was more black colored and didnt seemed aimed at hitting nothing...until El stepped in a certain spot. There, the black goop, without inhibiting El, would splat against him and on the spot seem to web yet sink into the parts of his body it hit. Basically, rather then rely on the offensive means from before, that block dot mentioned in between the microorganism took hold of the colony, controlled them on their scale and basically turned them into a sort of buff for El (and allies if he had any). They'd sink past his skin quickly, the black dot (which was basically a miniature remote controlled part of El) could will them for various affects. Right now, the will was used for a small amount of healing (as El was hurt but could keep going) and mostly physical buffs on the strength, speed, and durability, strengthening bone structures, relaxing yet buffing muscles, and toughening out everything in general. If all went as planned, this and the gunshot would hopefully keep the beast away from El for the moment, as things continued to come into plan. With each step a bit of that lack goop seemed to drip off from El and (Unless the beast stepped on it or something) left little black dots that discreetly seemed to grow outward, like puddles.

In the meantime, the Plyp that produced the Spitter was hard at work. Growing from its festering toiling motions, something that looked like a pair of big thick black scissors stretched out, as did another four fingered meaty hand. Something was in the works, again.

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El:

{Advantage.}

El Smelt an advantage in the works and was keen on taking it. The first was the microorganisms being forced into the creatures stomach. A bunch were able to fight back but a second later, despite the doomed option, the black dot somewhat guiding them took full control. In a way it was smart for the beast to put the sludge in its stomach, in another? Well...with the black dot in control over the remains, the beast would feel as points of it, like a see Urchin, shot out in all directions. It was a sort of dying breath, but worth it as sharp tipped and side, blade like small but numerous tendrils sought to 'explode' outward all withint he stomach, puncturing through it, and whatever organs (maybe even possibly the heart) the creature had.

This done internally, just to be safe on two accounts and recognizing the sort of 'pattern' the creature had for breath weapons; El scrunched his face, inhaled a breath of air, then vaulted. The heightened strength granted to the boy via the Buff Sludge gave him strong legs amongst other things, and lunge from point A to point B is what he did, just as the stuff was fired from the beasts maw. Said lunge was conducted in a way so El would roll forward once all was said and done, enough to be on his feet and running even faster then before and hopefully to a safe vantage. If that wasnt enough, the Spitter, like before, had inhaled (after exhaling the Buff Sludge) and fired away. Another heap of microorganisms, this time aimed at the side of the creatures face/neck region, for both, face hurting and stopping the creature from moving its head towards El in his run. This was coupled by another 'shot' as El, while moving, fired what he was hoping would be a killing blow in the form of a bullet aimed towards the creatures neck, again.

The Plyp was still at work, moreso on this particular creature as a strange sort of block shape followed the two limbs, along with various little squirming tendrils. This coupled with those black dots from El growing was quite the prepared 'organic' flesh like mess. Not all was complete yet, might not even be needed, but you never know, right?

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