We're dropping here

⌬ ONE-ON-ONE. ⌬

"...Give me power. Give me presence. Give me will...give me everything. (Or nothing, i'm fine with that too! It's only my pride at stake!)"

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Hold up the arena's in outer space⁉️

Masura sits in meditation; two of his arms down near his lap where his legs are crossed, and the other two relaxed behind him, in symbols of peace. For a person so obviously destructive and hateful, he's strangely become one with the battleground of his creation. His body glows with a faint gold, matching the color of the eye behind him, embedded into the large stone palm of an arm statue that reaches out towards silent skies. Regardless, his wishes come true, docking down his lifespan whilst increasing his power, and making him immortal....and keeping his morale up, for those of you who use fear or psychological BS as a way to take out your opponents.

With the hard thump of a purposeful landing, Masura stands up, using two of his right arms for assistance as the pebbles at his feet tremble with each slight movement. He stares at the person Infront of him without much thought, seeing them as the first of many corpses to enter the ring.

"...Early and punctual. You must be eager to die....or overconfident in your capabilities." He crosses two of his arms, before using the other to rip off one of his fingers, tossing it at the ground as another regenerates on his hand. "You look like nothing special. To come dressed as thoughtlessly as you did would be an insult to me, as it shows you're not taking it seriously...but I can't take it as such, because the alternative, being that you dressed your best intentionally, would be even worse. (I REALLY like the outfit! Where'd you get it from? I need a pair of THOSE!)"

The finger begins to split in half, vertically, with a wet squelch. From it forms two red figures, each vaguely resembling Masura himself, that claw themselves up to stand on their two feet. In their full incarnations, they look like replicas of the wish maker himself, albeit slightly darker and dripping crimson skin.

"I should notify you now that there is no such thing as a wish upon winning, because there is no way that you can win. This whole thing was organized as nothing more than a game to me, and once I slaughter you desperate lot, I'll eradicate this world and move onto the next. When that happens, I'll wish you all into a single area, wide awake, watching helplessly as your extinction rains down upon you. (Global warming!)"

"Suppose you don't fall, for any reason," One of the replicas state, however moving closer, "you'll just become fuel. A bleak addition to my ever-growing power, as well as a self-evident trophy of the greatest will the world has to offer, dismantled under a superior might."

The two juggernauts of red move in tandem, whilst Masura remains where he is, gauging the strength of the person(s?) opposing them.

⬢⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (1/10 wishes made.)

⌬ DESECRATION OF MYTH. ⌬

"What a waste of air."

"..."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

CRACK. Masura's kick to Ichata's abdomen causes her to fly several feet away in a pile of powerless limbs and blood. Her blade, which she willingly held high for her village and all it stood for, is held in Masura's grasp. The blade is broken.

"Stories and fairy tales are just that; myths to soothe the old conscience, and fabrications to discipline the young mind. It isn't real. There are no precautions you could have taken, nor alternative actions you could have committed to to beat me. Worthless. ("Come get your blade! Prove me wrong!")"

Ichata, bloodied face hidden behind the pink curls of her short hair, doesn't say a word as she slowly raises her arm (though the motion takes too much energy, visibly, as it takes her a solid 5 seconds to just barely lift it off the ground). Fingers splayed, her hand radiates with a pale pink aura, and what's left of her mother's blade resonates in equal measure. It WOULD be called to her grip. Of course, had Masura not noticed, it would've.

His hand shakes slightly, feeling the pull. He turns towards it with a bit of skepticism, before crossing two of his other arms, whilst gripping the blade's hilt tighter. "...I see. You draw power from the blade itself. Any gift with an external condition such as that is...unlucky." He begins to walk forth, holding the shattered blade in a reversed grip with the goal to stab Ichata in the back, killing her with her mother's gift. "You'll see just how much I was holding back once you spectate from hell."

"..."

"Your superhero arrival won't work on me, {user}. And your attempt of waiting until the last moment to intervene is probably the most mindless attempt at intimidation I've seen yet."

Masura jabs the blade down, through Ichata's shoulder blade, causing her to let out a yelp that turns into a pained grunt as she refuses to SHOW that hurt. With that, Masura turns towards his next contender.

"..But just this once, I'll let you feel like you have a chance to save a corpse. She bleeds out in 5 minutes. If she isn't glass-eyed and pale-skinned by then, I'll simply wish a heart attack. Make a move."

⬢⬢⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (2/10 wishes made.)

⌬ INSANITY. ⌬

"What is it this time? The 6th? The 8th? I can't recall how many times I've killed you, but I can judge from your expression that you're running out of options."

"Running out of options...if I only had one chance, I'd be more stressed than I already am."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Opposing Masura, ONCE again, is Siffrin, dagger held low in the...same grasp as the previous times. One would think he'd change every bit about himself, to prevent dying again, but...maybe expecting something expected allows one to commit to something unexpected? It's not like he has much to lose, considering he always comes back. He's fought (and died) against Masura for long enough to know that thr only way to truly stop him is to force him to wish repeatedly...but with every wish, he gets stronger, which makes the need for wishes obselete if he completely overshadows his opponents.

"This whole thing is frustrating..." He mutters to himself, looking for any changes. But of course, there are none. 'Dammit, remember that you've done NOTHING different up to this point...' "What's next... isn't it the—"

"Hm. I can't really stop you from adapting, considering you can guess every move I may throw out. But alas, let me enlighten you with this time loop."

Albeit being cut off, Siffrin was right..Masura's monologue on how he 'remembers' comes anyway. "My wish for presence allows me to remain, through death, and through erasure. For a loop to happen after you die causes me to, of course, end up "tracking" back with you, due to this presence, because my self from that erased future is preserved. However, I vaguely remember what may have happened in the future, every time you walk infront of me. To simplify, think of it as...deja-vu. Everytime I see you, I remember you, but I don't know what exactly has happened. ("Time-based powers? Oh, I'm DEFINITELY judging!")"

Siffrin just...stands there. Masura WOULD have charged by now, but he seems to pause, noting Siffrin's expression. "...Huh. You don't look like you truly understand...allow me to demonstrate, by sending you back once more."

Masura tracks forward, ready to FINALLY begin his assault, and Siffrin stands with...some focus (kind of, it's wavering). Though, as he begins to rip off a limb, in order to create clones to jump Siffrin for no reason other than to make this death as painful as possible, a flicker appears Infront of him, stabilizing into the form of {user}, which has BOTH OF MY GOATS CONFUSED BRUH WHEN DID YOU HIT UP THE YARDRATIANS

"...Looks like that conversation changed things. Uh, usually, I'd just go straight in for a fight, hahah...(But if I knew someone else was coming along, I could've waited this whole time..)"

"I see....well then, I suppose killing you again would be redundant, since I wouldn't be able to challenge them...unless you desire to team UP with them. You'll die all the same, so I'll be courteous enough to choose if you want to "reset" with another life beside your own. ("Does that make grammatical sense? Probably not! Did I make this statement already, somewhere in the past? Also probably not!!")"

Siffrin blinks a couple of times, before finally lowering his blade. Although he's still confused, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the slightest bit relieved, because a complete divergence means a chance to change things for the better. He faces {user}, speaking to them...with a hint of shyness. "Right...So, uh, trucies? For the time being? I'd prefer not going back in time again, if I had the opportunity to."

⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (0/10 wishes made.)

⌬ PURITY. ⌬

"...I see. Internal corrosion, which makes me privy to...voracious floral specimens."

"Wrong. It's purification, in the most absolute form."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

"It's not 'purification.'" Masura rips a line of growing flowers out of one of his right arms, leaving a wide-open gash that slowly closes. From with it, however, more flowers begin budding, showing that he himself is corrupted, rather than the skin in which Evette's Tentia took root. "it's a meaningless pestilence, that only serves to annoy me further. I can see how you were able to secure your spot as a representative against the common man and woman, but there's nothing you can do against me. I wish for containment. ("STOP CHEATING!!")"

He glows with a slightly dimmer gold, as Evette's Tentia, for the 4th time during their fight, is removed. Evette doesn't show any outward emotion, other than an empty smile towards the effectiveness of her creations. "Is that the truth? I've noticed your hands getting frailer with every wish you make. You get weaker as you get stronger, do you not? Otherwise...you wouldn't be as dark as you were previously. Nevertheless, it's either your own wishes corrupting you, or my Purity is having an effect, no matter how many times you try to wish it away. You're killing yourself by trying to force yourself to grow stronger than God's natural given roots. It's only a matter of time, and as long as I don't let you close to me—which will become a perpetually easier task as this fight goes on—then that wish is mine to claim."

"Tch...you talk too much."

"I'm simply explaining your flaw."

"My flaw? Hm..you don't realize just how swiftly I can end this show you're putting on. Don't forget that I'm putting up with this for my own amusement, not because I'm in a disadvantageous position. ("Get your facts straight, you...you....I'm eating a salad after I'm done with this match just to SPITE you and your love of life!!")"

{user} has joined the lobby.

Yeah I'm not describing allat bro do you realize how hard it is to come up with 10 different unique appearances in 2 days

"...Oh. I suppose you can watch my victory. Just don't intervene." With that, Evette continues her dismantling, completely ignoring what could be a friend (or foe).

⬢⬢⬢⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (3/10 wishes made.)

⌬ THE OUTLIER. ⌬

"I..I don't get it."

"What's there not to get?"

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Masura scratches his head with one of his arms, causing the crown atop it to shift slightly. At the same time, Ryota is introducing his three other....selves...who are lined up with barely-contained excitement, violence, and...uh, Ito's a statue. He's the ONLY one fully contained.

"I'm Ryota. He's also Ryota, also named Kyoku, and HE'S also Ryota, though he's named Kotoba, and HE'S—"

"Enough. I said two people, at most. Are you so in need of a handicap that you thought I'd turn a blind eye?" Masura balls all 4 of his fists up tightly, annoyed because he doesn't remember WHO'S WHO‼️‼️‼️ (and of course, because there's more than 2.)

"Psh, I don't see the problem." Kyoku steps out of line, straying a little TOO close to Masura (before Ryota drags him back), gesturing towards the guy's arms. You have, like, 20 million arms! You should do fine fighting all 4 of us at once."

Ito speaks up, flat-faced with a tone that matches his disinterest. "If we continue like this, he'll have no issue ripping off all 4 of our heads at once. Focus on the task at hand."

"Tch, as if I'd let him NEAR me! I'll break every damn bone in all four of his arms if he so much as THINKS he's gonna lay a finger on—MMPH!" ...Kotoba's seamlessly stopped by the ORIGINAL Ryota, who clamps a hand over the guy's face to yank him back. "...This is slightly embarrassing."

"It seems like it. All 5 of you are quite annoying. You remind me of children."

"...Wait, 5?"

{user} was lowkey in line with them the whole time 👽

"..uh..They...aren't really with us."

"...Oh." Masura pauses. He's already more tired dealing with the implications of a four-in-one combo of BS than he would have been actually FIGHTING them, and due to that, can't come up with any spectacular insults. "...Well, figure something out. ("I only have 4 ARMS TO CRUSH 5 OF YOU WITH!!!")"

⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (0/10 wishes made.)

⌬ YOU DON'T GET A COOL TITLE BRUH 👹 ⌬

"You know, it was a relatively short run. Me and him were locked in for a while, but I never actually got to mourn..."

"...You're in an active tourney."

"Shut the FUCK up and let me mourn‼️‼️"

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

"...This is ridiculous. You come onto my battlegrounds, install a grave on the soil of my creation, and then you attempt to insult me. ("What a load of baloney!! Mm, baloney..")"

Masura is crushed between two hands of EPIC proportions 🤑

As the hands clasp together in a cloud of dust, coming from the shockwave disturbing the resting rocks nearby, they slowly begin to open once more, straining to keep closed. Within, Masura has used all for of his arms, holding the left and right edges of each hand to keep them from closing completely. Once the hands are far enough away for him to be considered comfortable, he speaks again.

"...These...have portals near the center. Had I not noticed, I would have had to make a wish to bring myself back here. A waste."

"BRING HIM BACK, DAMMIT! I USED TO GOON TO THIS GUY!!" Kartov gestures to the small gravestone he stands before, with a lone picture and a couple of fries. Masura walks from between the two palms, coming up behind Kartov to look at...huh, is that Nexus-Ultima's baby pictures?

"..That's a potato."

"AND THAT'S INSENSITIVE!!"

Then, out of nowhere, he's hit with the force of a THOUSAND potatoes... Or, er, {user}. A strike to the jaw that actually sends him stumbling a bit, checking it with two hands before looking over at them with a bit of impressment. Impressment??? Yo I need a whole new vocabulary

"....Hm. A clean hit... might've been the first one I've taken since the beginning of this whole tournament. I'm assuming you're with the sulking fool over there, considering you came from his portal. ("CRYBABY, CRYBABY, SUCK..wait, why am I tearing up now???")"

⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (0/10 wishes made.)

⌬ UNSCRUPULOUS MIRROR. ⌬

"..."

"..."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Masura stares at Masura. But, uh, Masura ISN'T REALLY Masura, but Parallax, which makes Masura confused about how Masura (my bad, PARALLAX) was even able to copy him in the first place.

"...You desire to be me," Masura...err...the REAL Masura states, "which is...hm. I don't know how to feel about such a thing."

"It would be entertaining to fight myself, but it'd be more entertaining to fight myself. And I can't exactly fight myself if you're trying to fight others in my place. I should feel disgusted at seeing an inferior version of myself displayed before me."

...All 20 of Masura's fingers point towards {user}, as he speaks to his copy. "However, I hate them in particular, more than I hate the idea of allying with said inferior version. And if you're me, then you feel the same way, too."

Parallax stares at Masura for a bit longer. Then, as if realizing what exactly Masura would be LIKE, while embodying him, Parallax turns towards {user}, 2 arms raised for defense and the other 2 for offense. The original Masura follows suit, with the same stance.

"For all intents and purposes, you're screwed. ("HELL! YEAH! DOUBLE TROUBLE!!")"

If Parallax opposed Masura then that would be an OBVIOUS loss on my part, so instead you get 2x the challenge here 🥹

⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (0/20 wishes made⁉️⁉️) [Uh oh.]

⌬ INORDINATE IRE. ⌬

"...Ah."

"STOP moving, and FIGHT me."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Kiva Malvae sweeps the surrounding area with her lance, Final Fang Form fully active. After her initial burst of power, Masura had decided to throw out an endless amount of clones, solely to see just how far she could go...though it had only served to strengthen her to this very point.

"You're not showing any signs of—" Masura has to dodge a blind swing, simultaneously redirecting the heavy lance away from himself with the movement. "Slowing down. Do you not have an upper limit? Maybe I can actually try, to see how long you fare against a true monster....AFTER you're done."

Kiva doesn't acknowledge him, as she impales yet another clone after throwing her lance AGAIN, spinning around to bite the face (from forehead to chin, big ass mouth) off of another clone, just to spit it out after the clone drops, her pink eyes dilating ever so slightly as she searches for (and mauls) the next clone. She gets noticeably stronger, albeit more animalistic, with each small victory, which works both FOR and AGAINST Masura. He can force a fusion to obtain her strength once she reaches a peak. But, as she gets stronger, that'd be more difficult to do. Regardless of results and speculation, Masura just stays where he is, allowing her to fight as he takes bits and pieces of himself to throw out, which split and form into more clones.

Of course, {user} arrives on the scene in whatever fashion they do. Masura looks between {user}, and the still-rampaging Kiva, before giving a shrug.

"Get in there if you want."

DO NOT GET IN THERE 😭😭😭

⬢⬢⬢⬢⬡⬡⬡⬡⬡⏣ (4/10 wishes made.)

⌬ FINAL SOLUTION. ⌬

"..What an uncanny alliance, between the two of you. "

"Hah. Don't get salty because you can't dodge what I'm throwing, and what he's...uh...slashing."

"This is nothing more than a subroute for me to attain my wish. Once he's weakened, don't expect me to share anything with you; if you can't pull your own weight, than you'll die with him."

"Yeah yeah, I know."

⌬⌬ TIME DOESN'T MATTER HERE. ⌬⌬

Masura's..in a pretty iffy situation. Despite his ability to power himself up, or speed himself up, he can't really DO anything. If he stays at a range, Curtis Kasprak can snipe him with pebble at a blinding velocity, thanks to the literal PILE HE'S CARRYING. Inversely, if he moves in to close-range to try to sneak Curtis, Seishirou can seamlessly melt through his defenses with his Chrysalis Cut...and with that happening, he'd have to use a wish just to repair himself.

"...Smart. Very...very...smart. ("A couple of actual geniuses!") You're the first ones to cooperate and team up without immediate backstabbing, whilst having the synergy to make it work. It's almost annoying."

THOOOM.

"How about that? Annoying some all-powerful Djinn wannabe, that threatened the whole world mentally..that's a task off of my bucket list, even if it was never on there in the first place." Curtis grabs another small rock from a bagful, as the previous one he had had just been launched towards one of Masura's upper arms, pretty much decimating the thing. It slowly regenerates, but the power behind Curtis's acceleration speaks for itself.

At the same time, Seishirou moves in silence, appearing in Masura's blind spot just as the rock hit to slice his remaining three arms, before slicing his torso in half. In a moment, he's back by Curtis's side, blade sheathed with casual confidence. "Cognitively, he's not as quick as he once was when I was fighting him alone. We're progressing, but don't let your guard down. He might have something in store at the end of his line."

"...I wish for presence," Masura states, his voice growing heavier with hatred. As he's knitted back together, after the use of yet another wish, he rips off one of his arms, to form a clone of himself. Yet, he doesn't rush in, as that would be...well, dumb. Both he and his clone can be sniped easily. So, he and his clone rip another arm, to form another. And then another. And then another.....soon, there's a BIG ass army of Masuras...

"I wish for power."

At full power.

"Hah..this is my trump card, other than your complete and other erasure. I hope you feel proud, as you both would finally be able to tell the one below that you've made the son of Greed actually give a DAMN about winning something for once. I know every trick in your books now; you can beat one, or two of me, but what are you in the face of hundreds? ("WATCH ME SOAR, PADRE!!")"

"...Well, he's got us there. I can only throw one rock at once, and YOU can only slash through a couple of dozen to make them make a wish before we get swarmed."

"Never try to speak on my swordsmanship, lest I face off against him alone."

"Nooooted."

Ahem...an ethereal tune plays, as the sky above splits open in a dazzling golden light, sending down {user} on some calm shit. But, as the entrance takes WAY too long, they're just slammed down into the ground before Curtis and Seishirou.

"Oh, hey, cool. An angel."

Curtis is smacked behind the head by his temporary ally.

⬢⬢⬢⬢⬢⬢⬢⬢⬡⏣ (8/10 wishes made.)

HOW IS HE SO STRONG??? I WAS JUST WHOOPING HIS ASS A SECOND AGO‼️‼️‼️‼️

Masura lowkey got jumped by everything in the bird family thinking he was the shit

Anyway uhhh go ahead brah