Room 2

Room 2's first match, Usar Whi vs Sloth Turalthirum.

Usar will be posting first, you may begin.

Fabricated disintegration, the cracking of tethered reality and structure dissolved into chaos and uncertainty; utter damnation. Simple utterances of crackling static flew through the arena, white tiles were scuffed with various footprints, hints of dirt and singe marks. Emergence, discordant vibrations ceased as digits were exposed, affected by the gentle gust of wind. Enervated feet propelled the male to step into the supposed ring, azure hues glancing at the battle ready opponent. Tangled headphones rested comfortably within the collar of tattered attire. Sleeves of a white hoodie pushed up to reveal forearms and slightly tanned skin. Lacerations and contusions decorate his face, only noticeable upon further inspection. Mud and crimson ichor stained tattered jeans and apparel, the depiction of a rough encounter canvassed within his appearance.Tufts of hair draped over eyelids, obstructing vision as azure orbs slowly opened, revealing themselves to reality. Fingers of frail delicacy pushed strands to the side, lips slowly opened to exhale the habitual sigh into the atmosphere. Discordant vibrations rang faintly through tangled equipment as imaginary constructs of sound appeared, reverberating as the singular foot adorned within cheap sneakers tapped against white tiles, producing yet another wave of vibrations to sync through the arena, the female unaffected by sound waves as they bounced off various surroundings, festering within the enclosed space.

Blank stare, the lackadaisical attitude as digits kept themselves hidden within the confines of comfortable pockets, flexing slowly as fingertips cracked lightly. The female stood there, metallic blades exposed as a shrewd smirk placed itself upon the visage of lethargy. Another sigh graced the atmosphere upon simple exaltation, tilting his head to the side as patience surged through the lithe form.

"Hm.."

He spoke, monotone spilling past pale lips.

Joints cracked; digits flexed within the concealment of comfortable jean pockets as attention slowly waned from the female whose composure and posture began to soften, relaxing upon arrival. Chocolate strands dropped from shifted position to consume vision of a singular azure orb, movement of a singular foot ceased its rhythmic pattern and now stay glued to the white tiles of the arena. Imaginary constructs of noise spread their reach upon tethered reality, reverberating certain inaudible vibrations against each corner of the constructed facility. Eardrums began to feel frail as discordant noise infested his ears, the collective voices beginning to merge into a grotesque shrill, causing a slight twitch to form upon lethargic facial features.

Liquid, the emotion of confusion plagued his form as nostrils flared, the foul odor produced plagued his sense of smell. The odor alone almost made his being want to vomit, but the gag reflex held back the projectile chunks spewing out of his maw, surfacing back down an esophagus. Hissing now replaced shrill cries from the collective many, the appearance of a strange, white liquid produced itself to curious orbs. Digits removed themselves from tailored pockets, snapping instantly as imaginary constructs of sound condensed themselves onto the liquid. Vibrations of tethered reality merged into the liquid, molecules within the strange mixture that once moved freely, spread apart, started to shift in genetic structure and condense. Something that once moved freely like water was now thrashing about, shifting in states of matter as liquid now compacted into solid.

"No cheap theatrics, retain your form and fight me."

Monotone spilled once against out of pale lips and lethargic complexion, watching liquid slowly start to compose back to basic structure, puddles of strange mixture slowly rose into makeshift pillars, condensed into solidified matter.

Shrieking, the constant irritation of shrill cries continued to infest fragile eardrums, causing yet another wince to form against lethargic facial features. Azure orbs were exposed to an abomination, grotesque lumps of clay clumping together to create a structure that belonged in someone's nightmares. Vibrations within the air current fluctuated, their frequencies rising and lowering from their supposed volume and tone. Sound waves created from an immediate snap of slender feelers were relayed to exposed vocals from the clay creature, sending direct messages through thin air, as gentle breezes of wind continued to expose themselves against his lithe figure. Redirection of a ill-fated scream brought forth subtle downfall, as vibrations within the air from simple utterances were now being redirected and thrown back with double the intensity, causing decomposition or the breakdown of a physical structure.

Smirk, it appeared upon his pale lips, gracing the lethargic visage. Digits opened slightly, extending into the air and reaching upon the slender curvature of his spine as fingers gripped the handle of a simple katana, its metal gleaming against the sunlight. The blade brought itself down against the arena floor, fingers clutching the handle as the pose of wielding such katana was rather lax but appropriate.

Intensity continued, force expanded and enveloped the surface area of the female with the sudden grotesque appearance. Shrieking continued to ooze out of distorted lips. Subtle cracking of a simple shell supposedly started to occur, an azure orb exposed to physical breakdown, the shrewd smirk continuing to consume a lethargic visage. Azure orbs started to widen slowly, currents of air condensed, unleashing a sudden impact from a constructed object from within the feminine chest of his opponent. Digits gently scratched the back of his cranium, fingers exploring chocolate tousled locks, watching the projectile accelerate at impressive speeds towards the male's lithe form. Slender feelers that held the handle of a simple katana brought up the blade, leisurely slicing the air before the position of the sword was changed, taking the form of a thrown projectile (namely a javelin or spear) as the metal gleamed against the iridescent glare of a yellow orb.

Collision, the weapon left the grip of the self proclaimed lethargic entity, whisking through the current and impact with the tip of a small star, or hit the target trajectory as the explosion brought forth the sudden closure of azure orbs as the immediate burst of light proved irritable to sensitive hues.

Strands started to shake due to the slight shake of a frail cranium, restoring composure, his movement beginning as once his foot brought momentum forward, he tripped. Mid-trip, the simple descent onto the air was interrupted, the presence of the Slothful male vanished into simple fragments of reality, gone with the proverbial wind. Sudden re-emergence, his being manifested in front of the creature, their posture and stance harboring defensive intent. The slender leg of the male was brought upward with swift speeds, the shin smacking against the left side of the cranium, image vanished yet again but his form was simply spinning rapidly to deliver the force of another kick to existence against the right side of the cranium, impacting both sides. The force from being knocked one way and the collision with the kick coming from the other side caused double the impact.

The male sighed, noise exposing itself within the confines of the arena as he re-emerged into reality, the appearance of his form now shown in front of the creature, gently back-stepping against the tiles, now awaiting for the sheer impact of the attack to set in.

"I'm sorry.."

He spoke, digits once again scratching the back of his cranium as a soft laugh pushed past pale lips.