Choose your destiny! Flawless victory! [Inevitable Tournament Arc]

[meat_mooks]

No sooner did the Obs Deck descend to Arena Planet LXIII, and the crew allowed to disembark, than they were met by a veritable cloud swarm of cameras. Sleek, elegant things that might have been living, might have been machines, maybe were even magical... but were definitely nuisances as the swooped around to capture video of the crew at all conceivable angles, close up and far away. Their every move from this point on would be on camera.

In front of a small crowd of retainers stood what appeared to be a great circular orb whose only distinguishing features were a nose, and what appeared to be the most overblown mustache ever, which actually appeared to be supporting that two-foot-diameter orb at shoulder height to a tall man. Then the orb took a couple of steps forward,revealing that no, those were actually just really, really hairy legs. A seam cracked open on the creature, and in a voice loud enough to echo across the broad open plains without any need for amplification, it bellowed, "AND NOW! STRAIGHT FROM THE TRANSMIGRATION NINE VESSEL! OUR NEWEST COMPETITORS! FRESH TO THE STAGE OF BATTLE, BUT NO STRANGERS TO WAR--"

It went on like this for some time.

Under cover of this introduction, a small man that to all appearances seemed to be the love child of Richard Nixon and a particularly aggressive Furby stepped forward, and in a bored businesslike tone recited, "Welcome to the tournament. There will be one battle per day. The arena in which you battle will be determined by random draw. Our medical crew will perform all healing necessary and ensure no deaths so feel free to not hold back. Please refrain from accepting any bribes or favors from on-planet spectators--"

"--ARE YOU READY?!" the orb bellowed even louder than before, completely swamping the smaller man's recitation. "THEN STEP THIS WAY!"

And so saying, the orb and its procession began a clearly well-choreographed procession towards a large, medieval-looking fortress that hung dramatically just on the edge of clear vision. (Conveniently, this procession passed several large advertisements.)

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[meat_mooks]

That did the trick. With a gasp, his foe collapsed, and the gathered stone sloughed off him.

The silence lasted all of ten seconds before fireworks filled the sky with color in celebration of his victory.

[changelingdude]

Beastboy rose, weary to his feet and pumped his fists in the air "Whoooo!" He croaked looking pale. All the shape shifting so fast from so big to so small had been exhausting! But it had done the trick in the end.

"Somebody get this guy to a doctor!" He added loudly though he wasn't sure who could hear him.

[meat_mooks]

As if in response to his words, the two of them abruptly disappeared -- reappearing moments later in a hospital room, or so it seemed to all appearances. His foe, the stone armor gone, lay on a bad opposite Beastboy, being examined by a small, badly burned man who leaned heavily on a staff.

"Bah," he said, after a moment, then took the sphere-on-a-chain from Sekiou, turning to toss it to Beastboy. "This is his only power of note, and so now it is yours."

[changelingdude]

Beastboy fumbled the catch and it bounced in his hands once, twice, catching it the third time. "Oh hey uh thanks." He grinned and waved cheerfully at his former opponent...despite the disabling illness that he had brought upon him.

He leaned back in the bed ready to rest and recharge. If the first round had been that tough he wanted to be absolutely sure he was ready for the next round.