Kenny Vs. Arby At Sandbar

[Kenny]

Stretching out for miles with no visible end, this beautiful location has sand and nothing but.
The water is bottomless and clear.
No visible landmass for miles.
Just a battleground for two great warriors.
FIGHT!

[Arbiter124]

Arby sat on the beach, admiring the beautiful ocean. He picked a small rock up with his whip, and flicked it into the water. It splashed and sunk, continuing to sink, and sink, and sink. He lashed his snake arm up, hearing it crack against nothing with joy. He chuckled, and felt a prescence near him. He spun around to his knees, aiming his MAC-10 at another person, dressed in a trenchcoat and a tophat, with a gasmask. Damn, it's Kenny. He's my opponent? One tough bitch.

Arby sighed, and rose to his feet. His whip twitched with anticipation.

"Hey Kenny." Arby said, slowly moving toward him, in an attempt to get his whip in range, never once taking the MAC's sights off of his old friend.

[Kenny]

"Hey there neighbor." He replied, taking his billhook off of his back.
"Blood cry." He quickly and quietly muttered, barely moving an inch as a beam of the red substance instantly flew forward straight towards it's targets chest.
Kenny rose his weapon in defense and got ready to move as he watched Arby.

[Arbiter124]

As his opponent fired, Arby returned with a spray of blindfired bullets. He backed up to dodge the shot, landing on his butt. He looked up to see Kenny in defense. Growling, he saw the blade in his hands. A light lit up in his mind.

"Let's fight Kenny, evenly." Arby snarled, his arm transforming to his four foot blade.

He rose up and charged down the beach head toward his opponent.

[Kenny]

Blocking the majority of the bullets with his gun, a couple got through and pushed him back a little. They didn't do much more then leave a little bit of pain and Kenny resumed focusing on other matters.

Seeing the humanoid advancing, he front-flipped into the air for his back was facing Arby and hoped he would charge straight into his blade. Regardless if it worked or not he began to rotate his body for he would land upright along with make an overhead strike in front of him.

[Arbiter124]

Arby leaped out of vicinity of Kenny to avoid the strike from above. He barrel rolled at landed six feet away. Arby holstered his MAC-10  and brought up his large sword arm. Charging again, he swung his massive blade in three fluent motions. The first was a horizontal swipe at his chest, the second being a vertical swipe at his head and kneck, the third being a stab toward his chest area,

[Kenny]

Being caught off guard by the sudden attack, the warrior barely blocked the first swipe and followed the 'blade' to it's second location. The third having gone back to the original location got back his defense and he was only able to just barely dodge it. It tore through his clothes and cut an extremely think slice in his chest. Cursing, Kenny quickly shouted;

"Blood cry!" A split second later a ring of the substance began to speed towards his nearby opponent, straight at his chest.

[Arbiter124]

Arby's swings had delivered slight blows that still put him in the lead. He took in the arrogance and laughed as he swung. Although, his arrogance was not going to help him.

And his guard was brought down.

Kenny's blast flew straight at him. He blinked at the red liquid and swung his sword up to protect his torso. The force of the blast sent him flying to his back, but he did not take severe damage from it. All it really did was give Kenny time to regroup himself. Arby staggered to his feet, and his arm elongated into a whip, the bladed point twitching with anticipation. He unhooked his MAC-10 and leveled it with Kenny, firing the automatic shots as his lashed his whip in and out towards his opponent, laughing like a maniac at the flurry of bullets and strikes.

[Kenny]

He raised his billhook with both hands, barely holding his ground against the deadly tendril as it pushed harder and harder. Meanwhile the bullets were tearing at his clothes and a few were hitting him quite hard. This couldn't go on any longer.

"Blood... trance!" He barely grunted out, blocking the incoming appendage once more before putting his weapon on his back before rolling away. When he stood up his entire body was red and pulsing. The bullets would now not do much more then fall upon hitting his 'body' like flies before they would fall too the ground with their tips melted.

Charging directly forward, Kenny hoped his opponent would either overestimate his new form and back away or underestimate and let him plow right it. Even if he was hit directly by the whip while it would definitely be a major wound it was nothing he couldn't recover from this early in the fight. As he got closer he prepared to send a burning fist straight into his foe's stomach.

[Arbiter124]

Arby stared blankly at his incoming opponent. He was debating what he could do. The form looked deadly, and that substance was superheated. He couldn't survive a blow from that... or...

Or could he?

Arby's arm compacted, widening and becoming the massive four foot blade, This gave him reach, but he was vulnerable to the form from every other part of his body. He stuffed the MAC-10 in his holster, and charged, rolling behind the charging Kenny, and coming up with a desperate swing at his legs. He took no time to see if it hit as he leaped away, cautious to not touch the burning liquid.

[Kenny]

Unhappy his opponent had moved away, the warrior felt a scratch at his legs and immediately rolled forward. He could tell he had just barely dodged a weak strike and stood up. Without giving the other person any time to react and not even completely gathering himself he started sprinting right back, his foot starting to turn sideways as he got closer and held up a fist.

[Arbiter124]

Arby yelped as the monster-Kenny swung at him. He held up his blade arm, but the force of the punch was still to much to handle. It hit the flat of his sword, a ringing of metal erupting. Arby staggered backward, barely keeping his footing. His arm stayed in blade form, and he regained footing. He did not enter an defending stance. He needed to keep on coming. He refused to let Kenny gain control of the offensive side of this fight, even in his new form. Arby charged at him, swinging his blade at a fair speed as he came within range.

[Kenny]

As his punch landed Kenny kept pushing and with his momentum was able to slide downwards. Thankfully rotating his foot had made this amazingly easy, even if he hadn't gained the momentum, and as Arby charged he was just sliding forwards. He attempted to reach out and grab his enemy's leg to both burn and trip him.

[Arbiter124]

It was hard enough to reach Kenny, but dodging him was the worst part. Kenny had leaned forward to get his leg, which, in response caused Arby to leap forward, landing flat on his stomach, he rolled onto his back and his whip came out. He was on his knees now, lashing out randomly and desperately in Kenny's direction.

[Kenny]

Shocked that his attack had been dodged so easily the man growled and stopped himself to look back. He was met with the 'whip' and saw as it's end made a large cut in his arm. He roared in pain and waited until a wild swing came close. Swatting it aside he had an idea and braced himself. The whip came forth once more and he did his best to grab it without it slicing him open, being sure to aim for as far in as possible to avoid the end from hitting him. If his grab prevailed he would immediately grasp it with more than just his arms to burn it the best he could.

[Arbiter124]

Arby felt his adversary's scorching grasp and wailed out in pain. He roared and pulled with his whip. His mutated arm was very strong, and the attempt was to launch Kenny toward him, both bringing his adversary to close quarters and providing an escape to his burning grasp on the whip arm of his.

[Kenny]

Kenny only smiled as he heard the pain emitted from his adversary's mouth and kept a firm grip as it was pulled. He wasn't exactly ready to be speeding towards his opponent and could feel the whip tearing through his clothes if not his skin but stayed strong. Upon reaching Arby he hurriedly sent a punch hurling towards his face wanting nothing more then to get away as he squeezed then started to loosen his grip on the whip.

[Arbiter124]

Arby lurched his head back, escaping the swing of his opponent by mere centimeters. Kenny had pulled back, which gave Arby his chance. His whip was scorching and wounded, but no matter. His arm sprouted out knives for fingers, and the tendrils molded back into a bulkier, shorter arm. His claw had made it's debut. Arby roared and charged Kenny once again. He had a different plan though. All he had to do was damage that mask of his. With all of his enhanced strength, Arby swung straight at Kenny's head with inhuman speed.

[Kenny]

Unprepared for the next move the fighter only braced himself and was slammed a few feet away his body skidding in the sand. As he recovered he saw a few black pieces of cloth littered on the ground. He had sliced his top hat to shreds.

Bastard. Ran through Kenny's mind as he quickly brushed himself off, returning to his original form. The claw had still hit him pretty hard but wasn't able to do more then leave scratches in terms of it's sharp aspect. He rubbed his head to try to get the ringing to go away and took a ready stance as he unsheathed his two daggers. They both seemed unrelenting despite their current health states. It was a good fight.

[Arbiter124]

Arby panted like a dog, regaining his strength as Kenny did a similar thing, preparing himself. Arby clenched his claw, feeling the tendrils strain from the strength. He regained focus, and gave a silent nod to Kenny, almost as if to say; Good Luck.

He then charged down the coast, firing his MAC-10 and, once in range, swinging his monster fist toward Kenny's mask in one swift movement.

[Kenny]

Finally ready for once he jumped to the side avoiding the majority of the gunfire and the main attack. He quickly turned and swung on of his daggers at his opponent's side, getting ready to go on the defense with the other one.
He moved back to see if he hit or not and the next move.

[Arbiter124]

Arby grunted from the feeling of the dagger skimming his skin. It tore through his shirt, jacket and sweatshirt, and left a bleeding cut, about three inches long. He paid little attention and growled toward Kenny, still determined to get that mask off and finish it. His arm suddenly spanned out into a whip with the razor edge. He snapped it back and lashed out towards his opponent.

[Kenny]

Doing his best to block the incoming strike with his dagger he only slightly prevailed upon it almost knocking the weapon out of his hand and having it lightly hit him. He was lucky he wasn't knocked down and instead made a mad dash towards his opponent while shouting;

"Blood lust!" This meant he was now ready to do whatever he needed to win and began rapidly slicing his daggers this way and that with his enhanced strength.

[Arbiter124]

Arby grunted at the second blood lust. The blades swung in a frenzy toward him. Taking his sword arm, he swung parries to the quick blows. His arm wasn't even close to as fast though, and he took a slice to the shoulder. This one was fairly deep, and it stung like a bitch. Blood poured down his shirt, covering the left side in blood. He leaped as far out of range as he could, trying to regroup himself. Kenny must've been getting tire by now though, which put Arby in the lead. Unless this blood lust was the cause of him losing the match. He began to back up, holstering his firearm, but taking his tentacle arm and lashing it out several times toward his opponent, backing up in a fast jog now.