(Takes picture of ReGin streaking.) Hey, this is really good blackmail stuff.

To ReGin: Are You My Next challenge? If you are not, back away from the arena or I will obliterate you! I'll even fight with my sword if you wish it.

For what seems like an eternity Yorick lies on the field, a victim of a boot to the heel, and a charge of energy. Well... the charge of energy energised him but anyways....

What was the matter with Yorick? Why was he not moving?

His lips were moving.

"You make me feel like dancing" Words, whispered words seemingly in the wind get louder and louder. "You make me feel like dancing..."

Yorick is... singing. Standing up, he sings stronger.

"You make me feel like dancing
gonna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
gonna dance the night away
Dancing, whoo, dancing, whoo
dance the night away"

Left, no right, Yorick dances a merry jig. Seemingly there are three, no four of him fading in and out.

How fast is a jig? A good gig is a jigging gig.

The crowd notices blood. Blood on the sand near Larrys black boots. Larry is bleeding! The cutlass! Yorick still had his cutlass and has been dancing around flashing the cutlass like a maniac!

Blood is flowing freely now, and Larrys black boots are now red.

"Lets dance....(chi chinka ching ching)
Lets swing....(chi chinka ching ching)
"Put on your red boots and dance the blues"

(Yorick mutters under his breath "Man, next time I'd better not take so long to remember those blasted lyrics!)

But what has happened to Larry? Will he succumb to the mystical groove and dance a bloody jig?

<font color=skyblue>"Raaaaahhhh!!!!"

Larry screams as the maniac jigging Yorick cyclones him with a frenzy of cuts. he tried to flee to one side but Yorick just followed him in step and continued the onslaught undesturbed. He began to feel lightheaded due to the loss of blood and could no longer think straight. His body began to fail and droop towards the ground. If his familiar had not been neutered and was not now enjoying the savory taste of Cloudy's thigh....Larry would have called out to him. Such as it is, he was left alone in this torment to fend for himself. Clearly...Yorick had bested him in strategy.

Only when Larry began to sink into the abyss with his second of four avatars did he stategize a plan. In an instant...Yorick found that he was only slashing clothing, as Larry's body had gone. he looked everywhere around but found no Larry.

High up in the stands of the watching crowd, Larry, being in phantom form, found a host to hide in.

TAOWolf suddenly became aware that she had been selected. </font>

TAO>>>You are now the host of my spirit, and have an increase of powers. You may fight Yorick if you wish or you can try to kick me out. I will let you decide. If you kick me out, or when you do...I will fly into another host.
This way...everybody can have a little fun. What do you say? Will you fight for me while I am regaining my strength?

Here wolfie wolfie wolfie.....

Uhm... What happened?
Is that the modding mage hanging there or is he controlling TAOwolf's body?
<font color="#3C301A">This may be a problem. Which one do we kill?</font>
Which one should The Egg kill to defeat Larry? How will we ever see more blood if everyone's going all spiritual? What is the monkey doing down there? Is there no man selling hotdogs? Who stepped on the cat?
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(She stares at TAO sitting next to her, as the poor Druid has gone rigid, and is staring off into space as if listening to a far-off voice. Eats more popcorn)

ROTFL! Well, it sure is fun coming for the song and dance shows! ;)
Hmmm..did Larry dissappear? Will Yorick ever stop dancing? tune in next time..for ARENA CHALLENGES! :D

Cloudy

Neb sneaks away and shapeshifts back into himself again, he spots the Stormqueen not far away and ponders what his vengeance should be....

An evil grin spreads on Neb's face as he incants a spell of Baldness and Overgrown Facial Hair.

The crowd is much amused as the Stormqueen's hair falls out and she then grows a beard that even a dwarf would be envious of.

*Talthyr strolls into the arena, dons his blood splatter proof vest, then sits quite near the action, while cramming his face with assorted food items*
Hmmm, Neb's been neutered, I suppose that'll give Galadria and TAOwolf some brief respite at the ORT building.
*Notices Cloudy and starts bursting out laughing, but then quickly controls it before she gets the urge to send a couple tornadoes his way*