Welcome to the under dome

(OOC: How far away are the two arenas?)

Axel watched Gex and Xeol fight and he was very shocked with the way the fight was going. It seemed that Gex was making sure that he was going to win this fight. Both fighters were doing their hardest and he knew that he wanted Xeol to win since he was a friend of his and was from their organization. Gex had beaten Larxene and knew that she would want Gex to lose as well. Even if the guy fought differently, Axel couldn't help, but have some respect for the guy. Xeol was holding his own as the match seem even. He knew that if he wanted Xeol to win he would have to cheer for him. He hardly knew Gex though. And until Larxene and Hikari were going to fight he would be cheering this fight on. "Come on Xeol, you can do it!"

 

Mixt remained silent. Gex knew full well that Mixt even being here was a good thing, especially when he still had his wounds to attend to. When Mixt had confidence in an ally he would watch silently on the sidelines. It was when he wasn’t confident then he would start to speak up. And if he wasn't there at all, you better get new cards because the ones you have suck. Though Mixt was considering making an exception. He needed to treat his wounds, repair his sword, and fine tune his strategy if he was to reclaim his pride.

 

"god damnit...I wanna fight to...."he said watching the 2 fight

 

Demyx warped in the same portal and sat down next to Xemnas. "So who do you think is going to win?" he asked while looking at his shining medal that dangled around his neck.

 

"That really depends demyx. From what I've seen, one of them is much like you. He uses clones to battle and tries to keep at a distance. The other one however is the exact opposite. The actions I have seen so far seem self destructive. If his opponent doesn't destroy him, he will destroy himself."

 

"thats it....I have been bored to the point in which I shall do random ****....makes a portal, goes through portal and looks at Xemnas blankly into his eyes and stands there staring at him like this :mellow:

 

"You don't say?" Demyx observed the fight from below. "And which one if I may ask reminds you of me?" He knew the obvious answer, but he wanted to hear what the boss would say. Spotting Xambala, he rose an eyebrow at him. "I take it you're bored so we'll talk about my fight instead. What did you think of it?"

 

"unfortunately, I do not remember their names. However, with what I told you just now will be sufficient for you to figure out which is like you."

 

pulls out of pocket rabbit ears,places rabbit ears on Xemnas's head to see what his reaction would be, then stares at him hand over mouth and stares in thought

 

Xemnas began to plot what would be the fastest way to kill the pion that desecrated his head.

 

Demyx gasping and trying not to freak out, got the bunny ears off of Xemnas and hid them behind his back. "Don't do that. He'll maim you," he warned Xambala. "Please don't make him mad," he hated to see Xemnas upset due to several reasons pertaining to his own safety and loyalty.

 

"ummm.... happy easter? dude...?"

 

Standing up, the superior began to advance on xambala with his hands clenched to fists thirty for slaughter.

 

"me? make him mad? of course not.... I'm just expressing the holidays of course...right man?" smacks Xemnas on the back

 

Demyx did a face palm and sarcatically chuckled, a light fake laugh not believing Xambala had done something so childish and disrespectful. Didn't he know who Xemnas was and that he was the most powerful nobody of all?

 

Grabbind xambala's shoulder, Xenmas began turning his prey's face into pudding.

 

ooc: the **** does gabbind mean?

"uh.... sup?"

 

ooc: grabbed.

 

Demyx froze and then cringed refusing to see the deadly look on the boss's face. "Oh no it's the angry boss face," he bluntly said without thinking. "I'm sorry boss. I didn't mean to say that," he wished he could take back his foolish words. "Go ahead and continue."

 

ooc: ah ok

"SSOoo..."looks at arm that has Xemnas's hand on it, not caring what the ****, because he's hella ****ing boored and doesn't care anymore, then looks back, and pulls out a hard boiled egg colored black with a silver motorcycle on it, out of his pocket "hard boiled egg?"