Tournament Round Two: Illusion versus Anole Who: Illusion VS Anole When: July 4th; Tournament Round Two [forward dated] Where: Asphalt Arena What: First Illusion takes on one enemy and then she gets to fight a friend, but she's simply not interested in such a thing.
To be utterly honest, Illusion barely paid attention to tournaments. Other than the few times that Phoenix had set her up to be in one, there had been no reason to. Now she was looking at being in her second one. The first one had been somewhat strange. Looking up at the top of the doorway, she blinked. Not necessarily disinterested, but confused by the whole thing. Tugging on the edge of her shirt, she tried to make sense of this idea.
Her first fight was in the grass arena and she shuffled her feet through the grass as she moved into the arena proper. Aim rubbed his head against her cheek, her constant companion didn't seem to be at all bothered by this whole thing going on. It would be somewhat difficult for an animal to be bothered by the things that were going on. He had once again gathered Illusion's silver ring from somewhere and now wore it clasped around his neck. The girl had gotten so used to him stealing it, she had just given it to him.
Her opponent was a male, one who looked at her with his own species of confusion coming from his three eyes. It wasn't often that Illusion was put into battles, so he was probably wondering what exactly about her had changed that she was being put out there.
Mia was more interested in the grass than she was in her opponent.
Here we have for ROUND ONE, Illusion versus Triplex. Get your bets in, Ladies and Gents. The announcer shut up and like anyone else, he was busy watching what was going to happen next.
Mia continued to shuffle her feet in the grass and listen to the sound it made.
Triplex watched her for a little while longer before activating his ability, tripling himself so that he could come at her from three different positions at once. They threw themselves at her with a concerted yell. With a frightened yell, Mia threw herself down and backward. Aim jumped from her shoulder to hovering in the air before divebombing at one of their faces with a screech.
In a reflexive motion, Mia curled into a ball while the other two tried to attack her while she was down. The other was busy waving off the angry dragon diving and clawing.
"Le'me lone," Mia yelled at them from her curled position. "Momma, make 'em lea' me lone." Unfortunately, Momma wasn't going to interfere in a match, at least not unless Mia was truly in danger. Against an opponent such as this one, Mia wasn't in any real danger. "AIM!!"
The dragon stopped and hovered before starting to grow. One minute, he was the size of a palm. The next, he was the size of a basketball and kept growing.
Triplex blinked, all three eyes, aware that he needed to do something bigger if he was going to stop her. Pulling his hands together, he hit her across the shoulders. Then Aim was as big as a person.
Still growing. He snapped at the group. The three went for the dragon as opposed to the girl, realizing that there was no way they could concentrate on Mia without putting themselves in major danger. Aim, now the size of a small house, was having quite a time fighting off his three attackers, even with flames and claws. They kept throwing dirt at him, well two of them did. The third crawled up his back and started bashing on his head, causing Aim to yowl in pain.
Mia, unhappy with that sound, changed him without thinking. Suddenly a one headed dragon had three heads and Triplex was down to two bodies as the third was quite literally grabbed off of Aim's neck and crunched in half with a very bloody squirt.
Three heads, three sets of teeth, three gouts of flame all attached to a body the size of a two bedroom, one bath house. Aim fanned out his wings and roared a defiant challenge from two of his three throats. The third was occupied with chewing.
Cue the frantic running away. The match ended with the real Triplex cowering in an arena corner as Mia sat on the other side of the arena arms around her knees and her pointer finger hanging out of her mouth. When the match bell rang, Aim hiccuped and shrank back down to size before returning to be a halo around Mia's head.
"Love Aim," Mia said letting him settled on her hand. With that she kissed him, got up, and walked out of the arena.
That was round one. Now she was in for round two...the asphalt arena. Mia sat down and started to draw on the asphalt, making little pictures on the ground in front of her.