((I vote for ending the challenge and letting the audience pick a winner. I think we fought pretty well, and it should have served as good entertainment.))
"I Think the Audience should decide!"
"Kill'em both"
"Yeah"
"Thumbs down, much squish"
"I retract my statement!"
"My name is Mason Caldwell. You killed my Larry. Prepare to die."
Finish him! Stand up and cut him in half. Or take his head off. Parry any strikes and go for the kill if I can counter. If all else fails, tackle him off the beam. Try to land on top of him when we hit the ground. If I still have to dodge the walls and they are only moving over the top of the beams, hang off the bottom if there is a grip. If not, wedge Destio between the walls.
Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: Replacement leg, replacement hand, Katana sword, Athlete suit (0). Mostly used first aid kit
((The bloodthirsty audience strikes again. Plus, I don't think the host would let us get away with it. Sooo...))
Stab! Kill! Annihilate! Exterminate! Aim for the head and vitals.
Also ask from R2 to shut down that trash compactor.
If the wall comes too close and I fail to kill the man in time, then try to use the force shackle as a wedge to keep the walls from crushing me, knowing that this would probably lead to my shackle arm being broken.
Name: Destio Dravani
Description: 19 year old teenage boy. Average height. Spiky black hair. Brown eyes. His body is bruised and scarred in places.Gash in shoulder/chest, stab in leg.
Reason for signing up: Enough money to take care of his and his little sister's problems.
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:5
Luck:1
Will:5
Perception:1
The walls that were slowly crusting inward suddenly rush forward and then stop, constricting the battlefield to an area just slightly wider then the men's shoulders.
No more running! NO MORE DODGING! FINISH THIS! Or I'll come down there and finish it for you!Their movements restricted, the two men have little choice in how they fight. They both stand and bring blows down on one another, almost in perfect unison. The blades clash and they stand there for a moment, trying to overpower each others as the weapons vibrate against each other, trying to skip and ricochet off each other, filling the alley between the crushing walls with a spray of sparks and metallic squealing. Finally the blades bounce off each other and the two men hop backwards before charging in and making one last swing. The hum of their blades dulls just for an instant as it bites through flesh. Destio stumbles back, his shackle arm part severed, part torn off at the shoulder, along with his right ear and part of his scalp and face. Mason stands still, leaning against the wall.
"Damn." he says. "And I was so close."
And then a line of red spray traces itself down from his forehead to his groin and he falls, split neatly in two, onto the beam and then down to the floor below.
WE HAVE A WINNER! Medics, please see that our winner doesn't die; at least not till we can get an interview.
Next, up we have the Punishment round! So audience, who is going to be the one to be punished? VOTE NOW!