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Smith was up early, as was his habit, and up above the caverns. He loved the fighting, and was never out of the caverns more than fifteen minutes or so, so Avondale put up with his little eccentricity. Legs crossed, Smith looked out over the landscape as the sun rose. Seeing such an instrument of absolute destruction bringing gentle life to the world was always a little touching to Smith, reminding him that no matter how many people he killed there would always be more waiting around the next corner. Just waiting, alive and warm, courtesy of the billion-ton ball of flaming gas eight light-minutes away from the planet that gave it life. Smiling lightly at that, Smith went back inside the caverns and locked the door behind him. He wasn't scheduled at all today, though Avondale had hinted that he would be doubled at some point in the near future. That was always interesting. But, for today, he would sleep. A day of rest was rare for Smith, and he cherished it when it came by.

Orion sat in a dark corner of the stands, watching as the blood-Mon and shadow-Mon started fighting, noting weaknesses and fighting styles. The terrain was annoying, since she couldn't see everything, but for someone to actually rattle Smith into taunting them took a very believable threat or a very harsh rejection. It was obvious from the banter that both of them were too stable to do something so uncivilized as outright rudeness to Smith, so that left threats. Blood-boy obviously had the strength to back it up, if the match yesterday was anything to go by. Shadow-girl was probably best at hit-and-run tactics. Smith had dibs on her, but Orion was willing to bet that she could take her down pretty handily with a simple sit-and-wait strategy. It took no effort at all for her to resist most damage, diamond-hard skin and all, and against so strong an opponent she would likely need to pull out all the stops.

But, she reminded herself, Smith had dibs. She'd just have to settle for the blood-manipulator. Oh, she would so love the look on his face when he tried to suck the blood from her veins or perform whatever trick had killed that lizard-thing last night. It would fail so very utterly, and the look on an opponent's face when his so-called 'ultimate' technique didn't so much as scratch Orion's perfect skin gave her wonderful shivers.

She pulled her thoughts away from the eventual fight and back to the current spar. They were really quite creative, and were tiring each other out quite nicely. That was good. They wouldn't have the energy to attack her when she went down to apologize for Smith's behavior. People found it so hard to believe that Orion wasn't the sociopath that Smith was, just because they shared an owner. True, she was psychopathic and indiscriminately murderous, but she had excellent impulse-control and wasn't nearly the freak Smith was when dealing with other people. She'd happily skin someone alive with her fingernails during an Arena match, and had done so many, many times in the past, but just because someone was going to die at your hands eventually didn't mean you had to be rude to them in the interim.

Amaya took the kick and went back with it, landing on another pillar nearby as she stuck the landing and threw the shadow at him in an attempt to tie up his wings. However, Amaya didn't stay there, she jumped down and began dodging between the pillars again as she headed for Adrian.

Amaya continued running at him, letting the needles follow after her as she headed straight for Adrian. When she was about to crash into him, she spun around his side at the last second, turning and punching the pillar he was hiding behind. Cracking it, though the skin on her knuckles broke as blood sprayed on the crumbling rock.

((hate to nitpick, but Val would almost certainly recognize Shiva as an incredibly-regular combatant in the Arena. Avondale schedules her every day at least once, sometimes twice in one day, as opposed to what's been stated as several days to weeks between matches for other monsters. He pushes all his monsters this way, and as a result only Smith and Shiva have ever survived an appreciable amount of time in his care. Several years for both of them.))

Shiva noticed the 'master' that sat down near her, the Nevermore woman by appearances. She was a minor 'master' in the Arena, owning only the single Mon who rather pretentiously called himself Shades, a blade-Mon like herself (though without the diamond-skin to make them a perfect match.) He was closer to her own age than Adrian was, at least visually, but that probably meant that he wasn't as experienced with the use of his abilities. Blood-boy Adrian would almost certainly be a more interesting fight. And possibly a more interesting catch, though that was of course a secondary consideration.

"And now you're dead." Amaya muttered, crouched over him with her shadow pointed in a spike at his head. "Still, good job. Kept me on my toes." She told him as she pulled the shadow back onto her undamaged arm and pulled the pillar off Adrian's wings. "Your wings okay?" She asked, now feeling a little bad, though her knuckles didn't look much better as blood dripped from her finger tips.

((Annnnnd time for bed.))

(Hate to interrupt your description, but Valliex has just entered the arena. New to the being an owner therefore she wouldn't know everyone automatically as its not one of those daily owners that watch constantly....so, in other words, she wouldn't recognize her)

Valliex leaned back against the stand behind her, propping up her legs as she stretched out her arms as well. In the back of her mind, she wondered what all would happen in the near future. Nothing was set in stone, after all....Val then sighed, her eyes wandering to the sky briefly. Missing her snake around her neck yet reminded herself how he had to remain with her 'monster' just in case. Her eyes soon back to the sparring match after a few more moments, every so often glancing to the sides seeing what else she could from the stands point of view. Chuckling as the match came to a close, almost smirking at the result. A slight spark as the boy's wings were damaged, noting the wounds slightly yet apathetically.

(Sry for all the short replies really =/

And lucky you Zelly ^ ^ woot woot for college)