Last minute preparations were being completed and seats within the bleachers were quickly filling up. Fans anticipated and loathed the wait until it was on. They all knew this match was going to be great, probably just as spectacular when Kursed had challenged Aeon. Now someone else challenged Hayte, someone though who wasn't even in the tournament. A gentle yet fate entwining lullaby played throughout the Battle Chamber, just like 'The Match of Pride', it played until the match would officially begin. To wet the appetite of fans and fellow Royalists alike.
(Clint Mansell's – Requiem For A Dream)
Folks we are just hours away from another spectacular performance awaiting for us beyond and into the Royalist Battle Chamber! Harvey talked happily as he sat with the rest of his co-anchors. Take it away Gen.
Thanks Harvey. But before the match starts; some other interesting news. The curtain has fallen as the rest of our final one hundred Royalists were chosen today, they being:
Royalist – 6 'The Blade Dancer' Tempest.
Royalist – 366 'Lucifer' Nightmare.
Royalist – 100 'Heartless' Kold.
And Royalist – 66 'The Fallen Angel' Dark.
Glad to see Dark made a full recovery. It seemed he was lost when he had been impaled by Hayte, but at least the angel hadn't fallen that day.
No…But very soon he might, in other news – The polls from the final one hundred have been tallied and recorded. At a nearly 4 to 1 ratio; it seems the Royalists have chosen to fight in large scale brawls this year instead of the smaller clashes.
I swear these Royalists are idiots! It's like playing cards, once you get deep into it; you need more then skill. You need luck!
Luck is needed yes Jake, but skill outweighs luck in this sport…Idiot…
The annoyed reporter just grumbled angrily to himself, he could never figure out why Flutter hated him so, who knows maybe it's just one of those things you couldn't explain. With her innocent looking smile did she turn back toward the screen.
Other news, a ceremony will be held for the top ten of the one hundred left individuals. Out of four thousand Royalists, it's all come down to this. So close to freedom, but only one will walk away; just who will it be?
What's this ceremony about? Another point dispenser or just honor showing?
The top ten will each receive one upgrade. To any weapon or piece of gear they have. So it will give the top ten a slight edge, but it's not significant enough alone to be major help. After the ceremony the drawing boards for our final five Omega Dome Battle Brawls will be shown to the public and to the Royalists. God speed for them all.
When we return Armageddon begins!
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The two competitors prepared, although in separate rooms were their souls and bodies in perfect alignment. Every time one or the other strapped on some piece of equipment, they felt like they were latching a tool of desolation to the other. Fox did not wish to harm Kursed, even after she had been buried beneath her outer grey shell. Although Hayte despised Fox to her black heart's content, somehow guilt was radiating through her body.
"This is it…" Fox whispered to himself as he strapped on his beam sword hilts onto his shoulders.
"…This is it." Hayte let out quietly as she tugged on the straps to her black boots. Fox and Hayte stood in their separate doorways, but paused for a slight moment. Each took a deep breath and placed a single paw onto the cool metallic door. Each closed their eyes as both their pair of luscious emerald orbs had lost their luster some time ago.
Fox opened his steady gaze and let out his shallow breath, "One…" He walked through the door without finishing his saying.
Hayte opened her own hateful eyes as the door slid open, "…Or the other."
Fox stepped out completely suited up and ready to fight, and ready to die if need be. He looked up to the darkened sky beyond the dome prison and whispered,
"I'll save you."
Hayte walked with a steady pace toward the arena as the tram had just arrived. The sound of metal-on-metal came screeching her way, announcing it was ready to take her to possibly her own death. Hayte's eyes grew cold and her face remorseless, but for some reason a single crystal tear slid down her cheek.
"I'll kill you."
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Caim impishly looked over his shoulder from time to time, although nobody was around due to being summoned to the chamber for the fight. He was just being on the safe side. Caim made his way toward a singled out bench in the middle of a small patio with a single street light illuminating the scenery. The rogue crow went up to a singled out bush brushed up against the pole and dug through the shrub until his hand pressed up against something not organic, just as he was looking for. He looked over his shoulder one last time until he pulled out a single tan envelope.
Caim opened it slowly and let its contents fall into the palm of his hand. There landed a single black and red cylinder trigger. He tucked it into his jacket and spoke quietly into his hidden communicator.
"Kayla."
A moment later through the static did he hear the response of his female comrade.
"What?"
"Everything in place?"
"Yea everything's good to go, just waiting on the signal."
"Alright, when they're distracted you won't have much time to swipe the files. Get in, get them, and get out."
"Roger." With that did Caim break into a speedy run, they probably wouldn't even notice he wasn't there.
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Folks we are moments away from the onslaught!
Fox McCloud takes on Hayte in a single one-on-one fight in a steel cage match!
We've just received word that both contestants have reached their respective stages and we are ready to get this match underway!
Fans roared throughout the bleachers as Nemesis and Firion watched from above on the balcony that overlooked the cage descending downwards over the battle field. The five islands throughout the arena were sinking into the ground as this match was going to be nice and easy, nothing that could possibly turn the tide without the opponent's own doing. They didn't want to kill Hayte off, but she was getting bold; challenging authority by killing 'survivors' and ignoring rules. It had to be done.
Fox could hear the fans cheering loudly through the curtains behind the stages entrance. He breathed easy and closed his eyes concentrating on the trial ahead. He hadn't yet figured out a full proof strategy to taking down Hayte and bringing Kursed back, it didn't seem possible. All he could hope for was to beat her into submission and reach out for Kursed in some manner or so – and if not, then death awaited him, perhaps even them both. Fox looked down to the photo in his grasp one last time, maybe forever. He looked down to one of the last pictures he had of Krystal. It was just her in the center of the photo which Fox had taken himself. She put on a darling smile that went so well with her vivid emerald eyes. He brought the photo to his lips, gently kissing her forehead, one last time. Fox put on a small smile as he tucked the photo into his breast plate, and looked out to the curtains that lay in front of him. Merely awaiting the announcer's voice to call out for him.
The final one hundred Royalists all sat throughout higher raised bleachers especially for them. So they had a birds eye view of the fight as well, without over crowding the Game Master's personal quarters. They envied for the match to be begin as well, they all were eager to see Hayte be vanquished this day. A single black feathered avian announcer stood in the center of the ring. The lights went low and the music faded, leaving only a single spot light shining down on him.
"With the Game Master's approval, it's time to begin!" He roared out giving a slight pause to let the fans un-whine a bit. They roared out with excitement and a thrilling chill as loud and polluted music sounded throughout the stadium, Hayte's theme. The single grey vixen walked out of the darkness as she threw up her arms, acting as if she's already won. In reality she needed to concentrate, to just focus on silencing her opponent. The moral and charisma of the screaming fans was the perfect tool to block out any and all intrusions that could interfere with her thoughts and strategy.
The announcer looked at Hayte as she walked down the ramp with an evil smirk.
"Introducing first in this single-cage battle. The most vile and black-hearted Royalist in the Death Tour today. The defender; Royalist – 666 'The Angel of Hate' Hayte!"
The evil vixen looked uneasy as she reached the bottom of the ramp and stared at the empty clean cage for a moment. It's just a matter of time until blood covered every square inch of the cage. She took in a deep breath as she walked through the cage door and into the empty ring. Surrounded by nothing but chain mail that trapped them in this death chamber. Her music faded but the lights kept low, Fox would probably make some flashy entrance as well. Hayte stared menacingly at the empty stage across the stadium.
She felt uneasy and her heart pounded with mere anticipation. Her fingers tingled and she felt twitching within her arms, she would finally look at her so called 'savior' in the eyes. But it is here where Hayte would prove him wrong, she was a lost cause. Love only pulled her down, and the hate made her rise to power; to dominance, to insanity. She felt nothing anymore and now it was time to prove it.
Soft rock music flowed through the stadium to everyone's surprise; Fox had picked out the song himself. It flowed gently as the single spotlight shinned down the music's fighter, Fox had arrived. Hayte started to feel ill, as if being drained. She clenched her pulsing chest as her heart burned. Although they locked gaze was there already trouble brewing. Hayte looked him down angrily as he kept an emotionless stare.
I have nothing left to give
I have found the perfect end
You were made to make it hurt
Disappear into the dirt
Carry me to heaven's arms
Light the way and let me go
Take the time to take my breath
I will end where I began
The lyrics affected Hayte; she knew what Fox was up to. He was still trying to reach some part of Kursed, some part of her that wasn't dead yet, the fool. Her head started to painfully pulse as she lost her footing. Fox walked slowly toward the top of the ramp with his gaze never leaving Hayte's petite being. He was trying to weaken 'Hayte' and help Kursed break free from the evil vixens shackles.
Whoa something's wrong with Hayte!
Looks like she's got a headache or so, maybe something's going on in her head!
And I will find the enemy within
Because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin
Dear Agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it's got to be?
Dear Agony
Fox slowly walked down the ramp keeping his emotionless stare as the avian announcer yelled out in a thrilled tone, "Introducing the challenger in this one-on-one battle; former leader of the Star Fox squadron and countless savior of the Lylat System. Fox McCloud!"
The chestnut savior received a hearty applause from the audience. But he didn't care, he just kept his stare. Hayte looked back up clenching holding her throbbing head as she bared her fangs and breathed heavy.
Suddenly And I will find the enemy within
The lights go out
Let forever
Drag me down
I will fight for one last breath
I will fight until the end
Because I can feel it crawl beneath my skin
The pain in Hayte's head was growing to be unbearable, she so desperately wanted to wipe off his stupid emotionless expression, and put fear into his eyes. The fear filled eyes he would look to her with when she would pierce his heart and end his life forever. Aeon put on a sly smirk as she watched from above the stadium; Fox had done his homework on Hayte. He needed to try and weaken her mental grip and throw her off to try and topside her. Then maybe he could save Kursed without causing much harm. Though those chances were severely slim, after all he was locked in a cage match to the death.
Dear Agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it's got to be?
Don't bury me
Faceless enemy
I'm so sorry
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Dear Agony
Fox had finally reached the bottom of the ramp and hopped into the steel cage with the evil vixen, showing not even the slightest amount of fear. Hayte quickly paced back and fourth across her side of the arena floor as she stared him down. Although she held her head to try and block out the mind-affecting lyrics. This part of the song sounded just like her, and she used it to concentrate; and most importantly show Fox it was a big mistake to challenge her.
Leave me alone
God let me go
I'm blue and cold
Black sky will burn
She needed to make him see, make him see the truth. There was no saving Kursed, you cannot save someone who has already died and escaped this world long ago. He should have walked away while he still could have…She was empty on the inside.
Somewhere far beyond this world
Love pull me down
Hate lift me up
Just turn around
There's nothing left
I feel nothing anymore
The two encircled one another as Hayte let go of her head and simply stared at her opponent. She flashed her hilts in a hostile fashion and showed off her whip, trying to egg Fox on with a taunt. But he showed no hostility to her whatsoever. Hayte just bared her fangs and growled deeply to herself as the two kept encircling the other.
Dear Agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it's got to be?
Don't bury me
Faceless enemy
I'm so sorry
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Dear Agony
The two contestants had already died long ago on the inside. Both felt truly empty without the other, they were just too stubborn to see the truth. Before either could feel alive again, blood would need to be shed. I feel nothing anymore
(Breaking Benjamin – Dear Agony)
Hayte opened her eyes as that last mind-screeching sound had finally been lifted from the arena. The lights came back on and the evil Royalist found herself locked in a cage with her opponent. He stood on one half of the arena floor as she the other. Fans started yelling longing for the blows to fly and the blood to gush out like an erupting geyser. They went back to encircling one another as they matched each other's pace of steps. Hayte quickly reached out for the hilts on her shoulders as she took one in each paw, but stayed stoic for now. Fox kept his emotionless stare as he reached for the hilt on his left shoulder, dispersing out a bright orange blade.
Hayte was becoming extremely angry as she so desperately wanted to wipe off that look on his face. It was almost like his mind wasn't here right now in the battle, but beyond that. As if he was scanning her own body and soul for someone else, her alter ego; and that angered her greatly.
"Focus on me you fool!" The evil vixen jumped high into the air preparing for a connecting blow up to following through. She spun around arms and blades fully extended like some kind of sharp and deadly tornado of pain. But Fox stood his ground and intercepted all and any connecting shots and propelled Hayte back, herself skidding on the metal flooring a couple of feet. Hayte twisted and connected her two hilts to form her deadly double blade and descended upon the savior once again. Fox kept up the defense and merely dodged and clashed blades with Hayte, not going for the offensive.
It didn't matter where Hayte chose to strike out against him; Fox's guard was well reinforced as he kept concentration. She couldn't land a connecting blow to bring Fox down to his knees, but he didn't bother going on the offensive. They clashed blades in the center of the ring as Hayte was pushing Fox down ever so slowly. Even applying both paws could she not bring him down. With her fingers moving quickly with grace did the bottom half of her double blade disconnected back into its original form. Hayte grasped the hilt with her right paw and smiled evilly as she swung at Fox's side as he was caught off-guard.
Her eyes went wide when she saw her flimsy strike being caught dead in its tracks. Fox threw her arm to the side leaving her core exposed. Quickly strike down her grasp on the blades and kicked roughly straight into her stomach. Hayte shot across the arena like a bullet as her hide smacked right against the cage wall, being cut deeply on the arm by one of the spikes throughout the cage. Her hilts bounced for a slight moment on the steel flooring in front of Fox's feet as he kept steady his own blade.
Some fans started cheering and some disappointed with the performance so far, some even as far as booing the contestants as they weren't satisfied, they didn't expect this.
Well this is becoming quite the upset.
Indeed, everyone figured Hayte had this won hands down, although it's still early in the match; McCloud is in complete control.
Though some of the Royalists seem happy. Jake was correct, as most of the Royalists were cheering with great excitement, entertained for the match and to be happy by the ridding of Hayte. The injured Royalist picked herself up slowly, slightly handicapped by the deep gash in her left arm. Blood trickled down in a steady flow and started rolling off her fingertips to the grey flooring underneath her feet. She breathed heavy and her hair got in her face. With fire in her eyes did Hayte reach for the whip on her hip.
"You fool!" She struck out for Fox across the arena but he merely stepped out of the whip's path. No sooner had the whip went passed his body did Fox grasp the chain in his paw. Hayte should have pressed the electrified weapon right there and then, but hesitated to do so. Fox jerked on the chain with great force, there being no choice that Hayte was yanked from her planted feet and flying toward Fox yet again. Fox quickly replaced his blade and had use of a free paw. When Hayte came near he kneed her straight in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. He knocked the control to the whip out of Hayte's grasp and connected with an uppercut, finishing with a painful strike across her face.
Hayte's body rolled across the arena floor stopping abruptly on the other side, onto her stomach with her head away from Fox. The beaten vixen picked herself up slowly as she coughed up blood from the jaw. Fox jut looked at her bloody figure on the arena ground as he hadn't said a single word, or changed his expression at all. He quickly went for the whip on the ground and lashed it out with great force. His aim met the marker, as Hayte's eyes went wide with the feeling of the clamp digging into her ankle. All of a sudden with a strong jerk was Hayte being pulled back toward the source, her body flipping around in mid air only to meet Fox's broad arm. In the mixture of regret and integrity did Fox swing in a huge expansion straight into the chest of Hayte. Her own body flipped around multiple times in the air before landing roughly onto the arena floor. Without Fox noticing the photo he had tucked away within his breast plate slipped through the bottom gliding down gently face up near Hayte's planted body.
The evil vixen let out a painful moan, she had caused tremendous pain and suffering to all her opponents up until now, she hadn't felt real pain in quite some time. Fox was nearly untouchable as she was beaten to the core. She breathed heavy as her breaths became shallow, filled with nerve jolting pain. It was made difficult to breathe as her chest heaved greatly and blood flowed from within her mouth, some bleeding out through her lip. She couldn't believe this in the mind, in Hayte's mind – she was the strongest and most devastating Royalist in the game today. Yet she was being beaten by a nobody, her body was slow and her form sloppy. Her mind was distant and distracted, feelings were being brought up to the surface, and it interfered with her kill grace.
Fox walked up slowly behind her with Hayte's back still turned toward her. If she couldn't get him in a full force blow, Hayte would have to strike with the guile of a rogue. Fox slowly crept up behind her as he activated his beam sword once again, the orange blade being surrounded by the white aroma. Hayte closed her eyes and concentrated, listening for the slightest sounds. Fox kept his slow pace, prepared and ready for anything. He started to cock back his right arm as if preparing to strike. At the sound of his boot bursting Hayte's barrier is when her eyes shot wide open. With the swift flick of a wrist she turned around and lunged with the assassin's blade seeking Fox's neck, thinking she had him now.
That's where she was wrong once again, she couldn't believe it. Not even a mere inch away from his neck had Fox caught the deadly blade in its tracks by grasping Hayte's nimble wrist. Hayte's eyes went wide and her face unreal, this couldn't be possible. Fox batted away Hayte's blade and smacked her across the muzzle with the butt of his hilt, forcing her to the ground yet again. Hayte bleed greatly from her arm and mouth, her hide was sore and bruised from Fox's punishment. Her mind had been lost and near the breaking point. Hayte was bloody, broken, and now beaten.
Fox jumped harshly on top of her, and grasped her by the throat. He forced Hayte to look at him straight in the eyes as he started to breathe a bit heavy as well. With the flick of his wrist did the assassin's blade shoot out between his fingers on his right paw. Hayte wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid to die here and now. She only bared her fangs, and waited for death to strike at her. Staring Fox down as their gazes locked on one another.
But Fox hesitated; he looked strangely into Hayte's harsh eyes as he kept his grasp around her slender throat. Now that he was fully concentrated on just them this close up, they felt so recognizable, he was lost in the evil vixen's eyes as he looked down deeper and deeper, beyond the evil and then the disguise. He looked back from the picture of Krystal to the side and back to Hayte instantaneously as realization started to drive its way through Fox's thick skull.
Fox knew these eyes, he knew them very well. He had saved them, loved them, and then drove them away from the biggest mistake of his life. The vulpine's arms began to tremble tremendously, his heart had never beaten in such a hasty yet painful pattern in his life. He couldn't believe his own eyes staring into her own. This had to be a dream, an impossible nightmare.
His bottom lip shuttered endlessly as he tried to draw out her name, "K-Kr-Krystal?"
Immediately did Hayte's own eyes go wide, as she summoned the strength to kick Fox from on top of her as he landed roughly on the ground a couple feet away. She quickly scampered to her feet rolling toward the side stepping on the photo of the old blue vixen.
"No!"
"Krystal! It is you isn't it!?!"
"No!!!"
"Krystal!" He drew out her name so desperately; he couldn't believe it even if his life depended on it. How could he have been so blind? So careless? The hints Hayte threw at him and the remarkable resemblance between Kursed and Krystal. They were dead giveaways. In desperation to keep her true identity intact did Hayte reach for her hilt of a single beam sword. Now that adrenaline and the smell of desperation sunk in she completely ignored the pain and bruised body.
She charged at him with full force slicing at his arms as the blood went flying. She kept slicing ever so tender parts of the body as Fox didn't even put up a defense; his mind had just been blown away from the realization of it all. Krystal, who he had thought long gone for several years, was in fact Kursed. The same vixen he captured and put into this tournament of demise. She later became Hayte, and swore to destroy all. Krystal, the vixen of his dreams, the best thing that ever happened to him, became this monstrosity of evil and was cutting away at his very life now.
Fox's body started to give out as Hayte kept dicing his body up. He buckled to a single as the identity driven vixen smacked him across the muzzle with the butt of her hilt. He had tears in his eyes, tears of regret and sadness. Hayte had tears of her own, the sorrows of hate and remorse.
"Krystal…I'm sorry…"
"Silence!" She swung the blade straight across the vulpine's muzzle as a huge gash cut from his ears to the tip of his nose. Fox let out an unbearable scream of pain and regret. He covered up the wound with his paw but blood quickly leaked through the cracks. He went down to a single knee as if giving up on this life and his match.
The tide has turned in Hayte's favor! Due to some type of mental conflict with the two fighters! It seems as though McCloud has given up!
He can't just give up! She was so close to being dead on the floor!
The Game Masters didn't seem amused. Here they thought McCloud would actually kill Hayte, now it seemed as though he would just add up on the pile of corpses in her wake. The Royalists looked to the two in the center of the cage shocked and angered. They needed Hayte gone, and it looked as though McCloud could have done it.
Hayte stared at him with harsh eyes as Fox looked down to the floor. Blood flowed out from the huge cut across his face as he finally looked up. Hayte tucked away her blade and picked Fox up by throat walking him to one of the cage walls. As she neared the chain mail wall with all her might Hayte through Fox's head face first into the chain mail cutting it up even more. He would have collapsed onto the ground if she would have let him. Hayte grasped the back of his neck with out paw and the back of his head with the other. She applied pressure onto Fox's face as he met the chain mail wall roughly while standing up. Hayte started rubbing and grinding Fox's face across the stadium wall walking from one side of the wall to the other.
He let out a torturous scream as Hayte didn't stop at one end of the wall but kept on going to the second wall of the cage. Eventually she went all away around the cage and finished off by slamming Fox's face against the wall again, this time letting him bounce back and landing face first onto the arena floor. Hayte stared at the broken vulpine below her with a hateful glare. She kicked Fox's stomach forcing him to roll over onto his back so she could stare him straight in the eyes. He needed to see what she's become, and for him to stare into her death-filled eyes knowing it was all his fault.
Fox's vivid emerald eyes pleaded for mercy, and much more then that. They pleaded for love, forgiveness, redemption. But Hayte wasn't about to give any of that, she had none left. The evil vixen reached for her hilt and dispersed her black blade. Hayte raised her arm and cocked it back, ready to strike down Fox and end him forever. The despondent hero didn't even bother to raise defense against his awaiting killer. It didn't matter anymore; he had caused Krystal to turn into this…this monster called Hayte. He had brought it on himself, it was only right to get what he deserved. The defeated hero only sat onto his knees, kneeling and bowing his head waiting for death to take him.
Looks like it's over for McCloud and this match comes to a close.
He's to demoralized to fight back, and along with his sick bleeding I doubt he could even stand up.
"Do it…" Fox looked up at the sound of a whisper behind the screaming fans. Hayte still had her arm cocked back, but was trembling beneath her own will.
"Come on…Kill him." She kept whispering to herself through her clenched jaw. Tears started streaming down her cheeks like an unyielding flood. The look in her eyes was unforgettable, Fox couldn't believe it. It looked as though behind Hayte some force beyond the shadows was controlling her body…Kursed. No. Krystal.
What's Hayte doing!? Strike him down!
Do it! Take down McCloud!
"Kill him!"
Everyone in the building was wondering what was happening, the Royalists and Game Masters all had on a wondering expression. Caim dug into his jacket arms still folded and pulled out the trigger for the distraction.
Kill him. Rend his flesh! Let him bleed out his soul! A dark and evil voice spoke out in the vixen's mind; she started breathing heavy and let out ghastly screams from her clamped muzzle.
Do not harm him! Let him live and walk away! Another pure and soothing voice pierced the vixen's mind, trying to calm the bloody Royalist and spare the vulpine.
Kill him! He need's to suffer for what he's done!
No! Forgiveness is the answer! Do not seek revenge! The grey vixen screamed out in pain and agony as it was becoming too much for her. Caim raised the trigger to the side of his head waiting for the right moment…
Destroy McCloud!
Save McCloud!
Kill him!
Throw down your arm!
Do it! The vixen let out a crying whale as she looked down to the scared vulpine. She raised her arm preparing to strike him down as Fox bowed down his head. She started to descend downward to kill him in one quick, clean strike.
"Now…" Caim pressed the trigger and that's when it all wild. Out of nowhere an explosion occurred stopping Hayte in her tracks forcing the vixen to turn out of curiosity in that direction. A huge inferno had gone off collapsing one of the sides of the bleachers. Very quickly was the first blast followed by another from the opposite side of the building. Then followed by another and then another all across the arena. Fans screamed out of fear and concern for their lives, the bleachers quickly began to empty as the blasts continued. The building started to shake tremendously as the two fighters still trapped in the cage ring lost balance and fell to the floor. Nemesis and Firion covered their faces as blasts went off near their private quarters over watching the arena. The remaining Royalists all started to depart fleeing for their safety as the blasts started going off near their position. Caim started to follow the crowd but looked back one last time to the two fighters trapped within the cage.
Very soon explosions erupted near the base of the battle arena itself and the cage was blown apart. The four walls began to be blown apart as the chains holding them up and together where blown into smithereens. Fox and Hayte tried to scramble to their feet but every time they tried another blast wave shook them down back onto the floor. The four walls finally gave out to the enormous rumble beneath them, and started falling down away from the arena and onto the empty audience stands. Blasts continued onwards as shrapnel kept flying, some even past Fox and Hayte's bodies cutting them up even more.
Fox looked to the vixen in trouble as he tried to stumble to her aid, but was flanked from the side as a huge piece of shrapnel came flying straight toward him. The large black, blunt piece of metal smacked right across the side of his head and flipped Fox around lying on the side of his body, completely unconscious now.
"Fox!" The grey vixen had watched it all, how he was trying to come to her aid but was knocked down from the explosions. She scampered all the way to his side and sat on her knees, trying to shake him awake as the tears started strolling down her bloody cheeks.
"Fox! Wake up!" She tried to awaken him but couldn't to no avail, he had completely blackened out. Out of the corner of the vixen's eyes did what probably was a piece of the bleachers come flying at her. The grey vixen was struck straight in the gut with a rather large chunk of grey. The wind had been knocked out of her leaving her completely immobilized as the raging blasts continued.
Nemesis caught himself on the side of the sofa placed within their private quarters, "Get help to Hayte and McCloud! Get them out of there!"
"Right!" Firion headed for the door despite the roaring blasts that shook the entire coliseum. The downed vixen couldn't move; she couldn't make the slightest movement. She just watched Fox's downed body as it was the only thing in her gaze. Very soon guards had arrived and climbed up into the arena floor despite the roaring blasts still continuing. The last thing she remembered seeing were paramedics swarming over her with Firion going over to Fox's body followed by more paramedics.
Just as they were picking her up and placing her onto the stretcher did her vision begin to blacken out. All she could see through the cracks of her eyelids was another huge inferno taking place near the ceiling. She wondered if she would make it out of this unyielding hellfire as more shrapnel came falling down upon them.