Boom!
A cloud of smoke erupted and large rocks rose in the air.
Solis' mouth gaped open in shock, "what the hell is this? A death battle?!"
They had, on one hand, Lank kicking it off with the first collector and another attacking Nix.
Obsidian growled, angered by the fact that he needed to protect the others and not engage unless provoked.
Zephyr teleported to the far end of the arena, hiding behind some makeshift shield he had made from the prop bones laying on the floor.
He wasn't going to be a target of those two psychos and he was going to make sure of it.
Nix had his hand crossed over his face, blocking his augmented punch of Ian.
"I see..." Ian snickered, ripping off his shirt to reveal stitch marks running down from his collarbone to his chest.
Nix scrunched up his lips in disgust, it looked more like a Frankenstein experiment gone wrong. The stitch marks glowed.
