Sparring rp

Alex dodges quick enough so that only his shirt gets ripped. He focuses energy into his katana, causing it to extend out ten feet, in the attempt to knock Sharzai's katana out of his hand.

Sharzai extends his claws and catches Alex's katana with one hand. He winces as he feels the edge of the blade bite into his hand. He throws his katana at Alex like a boomerang.

Alex throws a glass shuriken at the katana. the katana explodes in midair, peices of glass fall harmlessly to the ground.

Sharzai makes a fist that is outlined in a blue fog. A blue light surrounds the glass pieces and they fly at Alex.

Alex concentrates energy into the mouth on his hand. Moments later the mouth's tongue extends out and catches the glass shards to chew them into more explosives.

Sharzai forms a whip with his non-bleeding hand and cracks it at Alex's neck.

Alex barely dodges the whip, his reflexes being slower from using a lot of energy "Looks like I'll have to use my ultimate weapon" He says. A large mouth oriented lengthwise down his stomach can be seen opening under his riped shirt.

Sharzai breaks off half of his whip and forms it into a spear and flings it at Alex; the other half turns into a katana and he jumps up into the air and swings at Alex's head from above.

Two thick tentacles of glass extend from the mouth on his stomach. They grab spear and katana before they hit Alex.

Sharzai swings from the katana held up in the air and lands in front of Alex. He stabs his clawed hand out at Alex's neck.

The tentacles stech out to form two sheilds gaurding Alex.

Sharzai hits his hand against the tentacles and hisses as he feels pain from his bleeding hand. He sits down on the ground and says, "I give." He looks at the blood flowing freely from his hand, "The blood comes out but it doesn't go back in." Sharzai got a silly grin on his face as the blood loss started to affect his thinking.

All of the tentacles slowly crack and shatter. Alex falls to the ground, breathing heavily, due to the amount of power he used. "Let me see the wound, I might be able to stop the bleeding..." He offers through heavy breaths.

Sharzai presents his hand to Alex. There is a cut from the index finger to the opposite bottom edge of his hand and the bone is visible. He looks at his shoulder and notices that the wound on his shoulder has stopped bleeding and is wide but rather shallow.

Alex lowers his hand to Sharzai. Out of his hand's mouth, a purple liquid starts to ooze out. As it touches the wounds they start healing themselfs at an incredible rate.

Sharzai sighs as he watches the muscle and skin repair. Able to think a little clearer now that the pain is vanishing the silly grin leaves his face. "I didn't just say what I think I just said, did I?"

"What did you think you said? The thing about the blood?" He inquired

"Yeah, so I did huh? Great." Sharzai lays down, "I feel really stupid right now."

"Sharzai has yeilded! The winner is Alex.Will the next person please drawa number?" I declare in a firm voice,standing up.

Axel flies around the room. "Nice fight you two..."

Zan walks over,"Grats guys! Good fight!"

"So, whos next?"

Jevan drew a number, "I got number 4".

I frown and take the paper."Thats not right...theres only six fighters you should have a 1 or a 3..."

Axel pulls a 1