Walking up the short stairs of the Struggle arena, Entyx lifted a bat onto her right shoulder. She saw the boy in the blue beanie walk up the stairs, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He held the bat much like Entyx did, on his shoulder.
"3...2...1... Struggle!" The announcer's voice boomed from behind the female and the crowd roared loudly from all sides. Entyx winced slightly but barely got a second breath before a blunt, blue object was swung right into her face. An explosion of orbs and the girl was thrown back, sliding roughly against the stone floor. She staggered up and ran limply to the other side of the arena, waiting of the other teen to come at her. As he did so, she dodged to right and hit him with a few combos but was quickly countered by a quick jab at her side.
This kind of antic continued on for a few more minutes until the whistle blew at the end of the minute. Being left with a pathetic number of 73 orbs, Entyx ran her thumb across her nose and gave a half hearted grin before slipping off the stage and into the crowd, watching pairs of people battle it all out.
Her mind drifted away into her dreamy world, but was ripped right back into reality when the cheering had suddenly stopped and a chill had filled the surrounding area. Her gaze darted across the frozen scene and finally came to rest on the active blond teen. His hair had an unusual comb over in the front which stood up slightly. He once again wielded the unusual weapon that was shaped into a key.
"Yo, blondie. Looks like you need some help." Entyx grinned as Roxas gave her an annoyed 'shut up and get your ass over here' look. Jumping up onto the stage she twirled her struggle bat in the air like a baton, making land back to the ground as the scythe.
"Help is on its- huh?" The snow haired girl was thrown back out of the stage. Caught in a dazed and slightly confused state, she was forced to her feet by a sudden jerk on her shoulder.
"Oi, no meddling now, kay?" A cloaked figure had Entyx's arm in a firm grip. The person pulled the hood back and revealed a middle aged male with the most outrageous hair style. It was sort of pouffy in the front while the sides where trimmed shortly and the back was at shoulder length; a few strands of loose hair hung in his face.
"Doesn't look good on my end of the deal." He ran his free hand through his soft locks of light copper hair. A faint grin subsided onto his thin lips.
At about the same time, a hidden figure on the stage had pulled back his hood as well, revealing another male. His hair was a bright crimson and fell onto his shoulders.
"There's the Roxas I know." A catlike grin crawled onto his lips as two spiked chakram appeared in a burst of flames. His extended hands caught them as they spun in midair and started to twirl them playfully. Roxas, on the other hand, wasn't too lighthearted on this subject. Roxas charged at the red head, bringing his Keyblade down upon his opponent's side. There was a muffled grunt and the man slid to the side.
There was a second of peace when the older man had crouched down. Roxas had stopped to examine the man from a distance, his blade was still erect in front of him. Without much warning, the older man shot up and threw his blades at the teen. Fire trailed behind the weapon as it shot and returned. The crimson haired male then jumped back, crouching once again.
"Holy crap! Roxas!" The girl struggled, trying to get out of the mystery man number two's grasp. This, of course, only caused the man to wrap his arms around her more tightly, trying to keep her still.
"Axel, you leave him alone!" Entyx glared at the red haired man, though all the man did was glance her way and snicker.
"Will you stay still!" He gritted his teeth as he tried to keep the feisty girl down. The man then gave a sudden yelp of pain and his arms sprung open.
"What the hell! The bitch bit me!" The copper haired man lunged at the agile female who was stumbling over some of the benches and frozen people. When she had attempted to jump into the rink an invisible wall had sprung up and she smashed head-on into it. She fell back, sinking through the announcer. Wait, through? Her head spun around and confirmed that, yes, her body had gone clean through the fat man's. It didn't feel like anything to Entyx, but the images. Good gods, they would never go away!
"Gotcha!" The man grabbed the girl by her hair, dragging her up. Entyx screamed as this was done, her eyes watered. She groped the air desperately, trying to get a hold of something. When she felt her hand close around the familiar, cold handle Entyx swung the scythe around. The sickening pain at her head was gone, though a light sting was left behind. She ruffled her hair and gripped the scythe with both hands, charging at her opponent.
"Woah, bitch's got skills!"
"Oh will you shut up and fight her!" The crimson haired man shot a glare in the copper haired's direction before focusing on his own battle.
"Psh, suit yourself. As long as DIZ doesn't show up, I guess it'll be okay." He flicked his wrist and a giant guitar appeared in a column of water. He held onto its neck and strummed a few notes. As he did so, several water copies of himself formed around Entyx. Mouthing incoherent curses, she charged at the closest copy and swung it around with her scythe, smashing it into another.
Both battles carried on for what seemed like hours before an odd sound was heard. On the stage, right behind Roxas, formed person. His face was wrapped with a dark crimson cloth and the rest of him was covered by a red cloak. The cyber-like sound dissolved just as the green characters did.
"Roxas, this man speaks nonsense!" Entyx was so wrapped up in her own battle that she hadn't noticed Roxas's had ended minutes before.
"Oh shit!" The guitar disappeared and the copper haired man dashed off into a side ally.
"Hey, I'm not done kicking you ass yet!" Entyx took off after the man but ran right into another invisible wall.
"You too, Entyx. Everything he said was a lie." The new arrival's gaze was still directed at Roxas and Axel even though the comment was directed at her. And after that, she was tuned out completely and the scythe disappeared.
"Roxas, don't believe him! Come with me and you'll hear the whole story." The crimson haired man held his hand out slightly but let it drop to his side.
"Roxas." The man in red glared ahead, at Roxas.
"Roxas." The crimson haired man's voice wasn't as stern as the man in red's was. It was more of a plead than anything.
"Roxas."
"Roxas."
"Roxas."
"Roxas."
A sudden flash of light and time started up again as though nothing happened.
"And this year's champion is... Roxas!"
So, how was it? Told you the fluency was better. >x Anywhos! R&R please, thankies.