You all should know the drill by now...


Arena: We'll go simple for this one, a tomb, musty, old, some beams of light manage to crawl into it.

Coin Toss Winner: Matt, choose first post.

Damp, dim, and defiled.

Von's fingers skimmed the monstrous bricks as he explored the darkness before him. He could not help the urge to leave, the urge that stabbed in the depths of his brain. It became more of an annoyance then anything, but when he found himself beginning a one-eighty, his eyes had spotted the glimmering torches hanging on the walls.
"Dammit." He muttered angrily, striding towards the light.
He stumbled, and fell into a couple of stairs. Finding himself flat on his cheek, he grumbled and rolled onto his back.
Out of motivation, he remained there, looking into the shadowy cieling above him.
Maybe his opponent would not show..

Krieger appeared from the shows before his opponent.

"care for a light?" krieger said as he formed a fireball in right hand. he winked, smiled showing those two pointed teeth of his and threw the fire ball towards Von. before it hit von it exploded into a small butterfly and rested itself on vons shoulder. "why cant we just make peace.....these tournaments are only senseless violence.....but oh well" he said as he winked again and ujsed his ice powers to form a little sword attached to his wrist and dashed towards von slashing in an x shape. after he slashed he stabbed at von repeatedly as the butterfly went out.......now all that wa sleft was.......





........darkness

Von leapt fowards, taking an unrealistic atempt to dodge the blade and roll under it. It had proved successful, as Von found himself back on his feet behind Krieger.
"I don't want to face the drudgery." His eyes became fierce, followed by the thinning of his lips. "Now, my friend. If you wish to live, please, rid me of your presence."
It was times where Von was able to speak in this manner, that truly made him feel high and mighty. He grinned slightly, looking intently at the back of Krieger's neck.
He struck up a radiating aura around him, one that did not waste much energy. Starting simple, he thrusted his palm out towards his opponent, it's flesh surrounded by burning heat.

Krieger screamed in pain as the flesh was being burned from his skin. he pulled away after a few more screams and turned to von holding the back of his neck.

"i wish i could just leave for i hate senseless violence.....but i have to show my father i can follow in his footsteps and be ready to protect my family" krieger said as he ducked down and swept vons lega and then stood back up. well....he hoped it was von at least......cuase when he stood he grabbed something that felt like a shoulder and began over heating the hell out of it.

"there is no escape until one of us is defeated von.....so you might as well fight back" krieger said as he kept over heating the thing he was grasping.

"Aahahaha!" Von cackled, slowly sliding his head to see Krieger, in a creepy-manner.
"You're fire may burn my flesh, but it only adds to my powerhouse of energy!"
He almost immediatly swept his arm upward, catching his opponent's forearm in a tight grip inside the pocket of his inner-elbow. He quickley shifted his arm to grip Krieger's with his palm instead.
"I absorb the light energy your flames give out!" He screamed wildly in Krieger's face, feeling engulfed in his triumphant joyfulness.
Beginning to ignite his arm in a blaze of firey mist, he continued to laugh as Krieger's arm began to cook.
But, his shoulder stung. He held back a wince.
Annoying bastard. So normally dramatic like that.

Krieger winced in pain as he let go. his arm fell at his side as he grasped it it feeling the pain.

"why dont you just chill out Von?!" krieger yelled as he swung his non inujured arm and sent several iceicles at him. he then smacked his head for the horrible choice of words he just used.

For once, Von decided to keep his mouth shut. Unlike Krieger.

He dashed for his opponent, now tired of the drudgery of repeating cycles that never failed to come about during a match. Immediatly at the moment where Von was in critical range of Krieger, he ducked. Swinging his fist upward in an extravagant uppercut, he halted at the point his knuckle tapped Krieger's chin. The other hand came into play, it's palm spread and fingers outstretched. Making contact with Krieger's chest, Von riled up a large amount of solar force from within him. It would gather up in his palm, burning Krieger's skin. Then, Von would allow the energy to disperse, but push it into Krieger to do so. The explosion of heated energy would erupt, and Krieger would die.
Now it was just a matter of a couple of seconds to get the energy up through Von's arm. Krieger would have no chance to rid his mind of the taste of pain to come.

Jason has also left the tournament.

Von Def. Krieger

Woo. Little late.