The Blood Games

Held in a small arena built specifically for this. Stone floor for the outer 20 meters, water from the centre to 15 metres out (since that fills the 50 meter diameter!), the water is 10 foot deep, circular 50 meter diameter arena, 10 foot high walls surrounding with a viewing area above. No rooftop to allow the patter of rain if it should come. Xyxer sat at one edge of the arena, awaiting the entrances of the shinobi as well as their gaze upon him so he could start the event. His dogs chained next to him, they'd growl and snarl at one another, although they appeared relatively well fed. Perhaps some hungers could not be sated? Regardless, the male sat there, donning his new varsity jacket, jeans, and chicken mask! What's slaughter without the laughter in it, right? It's just S, in case you can't tell.

(Few rules, 1) You can skip someone after 24 hours of no post.
2) Speed is capped at 50 as well as the sub stat to prevent speed blitz, I want to see skill.
3) Make it bloody or pay the price!
4) The chuunin must be defeated in order to get a rank up, and then the one who ranks up will be determined by who is the last remaining genin (FFA), of course, you can defeat your genin brethren during the match before the chuunin, but that's probably detrimental. Two people can achieve chuunin, if you dismember the fighting chuunin's legs and arms. If the chuunin wins, nobody gets chuunin.
5) Have BLOODY good fun!)

Hysterio entered, by jumping down from the viewing area, landing just in front of one of the walls on the stone floor. It seemed he was to cross blades or whatever with some of these fellows again. Perhaps the twins would be out of the battle quickly assuming they were in this at all. He pressed a button, switching his little bit of tech so that it boosted his strength instead. If he was going to be heavily outnumbered he might need the strength to push through them all. Speaking of strength... Hysterio summoned Frank Sinatra. Whispering in Frank Sinatra's ear to have the strength boost ready, Hysterio placed a mark seal on Frank Sinatra and let the bird fly high into the air, 50 meters in the sky.

He briefly checked his items - his swords were in their sheathes strapped to his waist. His other weapons were in various pouches on his legs. His armour adorned his body again, proving a reasonable level of protection.

(ap: 406-150-5 (mark seal, summoning) =251)

Mitako came into the scene from bum fuck no-where, almost as if he had been there the whole time. Anyone who had seen him before would certainly do a double take, as he had a different look about him. Rather than the ragged, torn up ass clothes and shaggy hair he was rocking, he looked like a normal human being. Baggy black clothes that were loose enough to be comfortable, but not so loose as to restrict his movements. Aside from that, he had a normal looking short haircut. He found his way over to Hysterio, but remained far enough away that he would be able to dodge anything that happened after the event started. He tightened the two little swords he had to his belt on his sides, and made sure the senbon he had were in stowed away in their pouches, two on his leg, and two in his sleeve, since the sleeves were baggy enough he could fit a hand in there. 

After that, he made fastened the gourd to his back, cause he had a feeling it was gonna be needed. If not for speed, than the raw power it could offer his sand.

Goon had entered the arena yawning, he came through the entrance furthest of everybody else that was in there for now. He couldn't trust the majority of them anyways, who knew what type of people they were. "Are you sure you're ready for this? I mean you just finished with that's bullcrap at the docks a few hours ago. Now you're fighting some chuunin." Mukuro spoke to Goon, Who replied out of necessity, "Ready....no not in the slightest. But I need to see what these ninja are packing, who I have to trust in this village, whether they were smart and calculated or just plain stupid it was always a hard thing to tell. Will I succeed in this probably not but I have to try its from word of the Mizukage, can't defy orders. You know what that's like."

Mukuro had projected himself next to Goon. It didn't really matter, cause only he was able to see him, but it allowed Goon better focus of his surroundings, than to have a voice in his head speaking. He also decided to portray himself in Goon's black suit and signature hat, which he wore to the event. Mukuro just nodded at Goon as they waited for all of it to come together.

Similar to the shinobi before him, Rinto appeared after coming through one of the entrances, a single hand placed onto the handle of his katana which was attached to his right side. The boy was mostly dressed in his normal gear, the only difference being that all his ninja tools were held within a pouch on his left. A long sleeved shirt was on his torso, while baggy pants covered his legs along with sandals on his feet, all in black. Oh, and his village headband was tied to his forehead.

He looked around the arena in slight awe, noticing he was a somewhat large distance away from most of the fellow contestants. Unsurprisingly, he recognized no one... no one aside from the the one with a gourd on their back. That person helped train him for his genin exams, and he was still grateful. However, Rinto knew what this event was, and was aware of the fact he had to throw away his 'gratitude.' For now that is. He took in a deep breath, warily eyeing the others as everyone waited for others to come into the arena.

Malvoes enters, like everyone else, walking through one of the many entrances that come into the arena floor. Casually ducking over to one of the edges of the arena, he checked over his miscellaneous items in his pouches and unraveled his item scroll, bringing Mantis out in a puff of smoke, he let the puppet crumple next to him and then looked around the arena, he gave a wide smile to anyone he made eye contact with, a fight to the death is one of the best places to make friends with, might as well be on good terms before clashing blades. "Hello world." He mutters with a chuckle as he looks around the stands.

He brought his bandanna up from around his neck, covering his mouth, the emerald smile shining brightly, he extends his left pinky, ring and middle finger, chakra threads extending outward and connecting to his puppet, animating it for battle.

Five shinobi were now in position.. He was sure a few of his other shinobi were not yet here, but he could not deny in giving the villagers the blood they had been promised! A quick gaze around the arena made Xyxer believe only Tatsuo and the twins were vacant, the twins could still be recovering from their wounds, after all, Mitako had the power of a bijuu to aid him in his recovery.. Standing up from his throne, Xyxer, behind his chicken mask, gazed around the area to wait until everyone was focusing upon him. Gazing down into the arena, he'd pause momentarily before speaking loud and clearly.

"Today will be a day remembered by all Shinobi from Kirigakure. The rebirth of the bloody mist from the ashes of solace, into the family of warriors. Today, you will shed the blood of your comrades, temporary alliances formed with mere sight will be broken in order to ensure life.. Today, the people surrounding you are your opponents, your foes.. Yet tomorrow, they will once again be your family to help you grow stronger, a beacon of Kirigakure's new principles. You will become Chuunin if you prove yourselves here.. you will be born in blood." He paused once more, nodding his head whilst sitting down. "Let the blood flow!"

[You can skip me from now on, remember, only 24 hours before you can skip. And Tatsuo you best join or I'll be upset]

Hysterio had to fight an upswelling of bloodlust again. This time though, he was watching for it, and fought for control, falling to one knee temporarily, and clutching at his head with his right hand, as if he had a migraine, which in fact he did. A brief moment passed, and then he stood again, his hunger for blood controlled, sharpening his focus slightly. Perhaps he would join the many ninjas said to have dual personalities, but for now the personality or such within Hysteiro, how ever many there were, were united in one purpose. "Sorry Mitako."

He noted that the twins still seemed to be recovering from their injuries from the last fight, but Mitako seemed to be fine. In some ways that made sense, actually. There was also a fellow, Tatsuo, who he did not see here, perhaps he had become a Chuunin too. Reaching over, he drew both of his Vibro Blades, the blades glinting in the light, as he turned his head from side to side, deciding on a target. Screw this. He would not bother letting them fight amongst eachother first.

"Which weaklings think they can stand on the same ground as me?!? Come here and taste some metal!!!" Hysterio shouted at the other combatants, a snarl partially visible behind the plate of his armour. Yep, he was glad he had come down with the armour, it made things a ton easier. Hopefully Xyxer did not come down to fight Hysterio because of the latter's bravado. Hysterio was pretty sure he knew how that would end up, and he would not be of any more use to the village except as a bad example.

If none of the combatants looked like they were going to attack him, Hysterio would start running at Mitako, who was now the closest to him. His own swords would be held in front of him. Mitako had some swords, lets see how they compared.

Mitako looked around before Xyxer spoke, and took note of all the attendees to this little event. Aside from Hysterio, Rinto was the only one that Mitako even recognized. Then, as Xyxer spoke, he checked to make sure the seal of power was ready on his gourd, along side attuning his chakra to amplify his sand's power. He couldn't shake the feeling that speed would be less useful than strength in this bloody little free for all. He would remain silent, like he normally does in any situation that held more than one person.

After Xyxer had spoke, Mitako listened to Hysterio's little sch-peel, and waited for somebody to do something. Actually, no, he didn't wait, instead the sand from his gourd would begin to scatter itself around him, forming a moving circle that was about ankle high and three meters in a radius around him as fast as it could go. He then drew one of his swords, which I need to add to the character sheet real quick (because I'm a dipshit and I forgot too when I bought them,) and then snatch one of the senbon he had in his thigh pocket/pouch thing. For now, he just drummed up his chakra to strengthen the blade, but didn't actually infuse it with any element yet. Other than that, he kept his ears open for anyone that would attempt to attack him from the sides, but he kept his eyes on Hysterio, and would wait for something to happen. Whether that something was Hysterio being the one to kick things off, or one of the other contestants taking Hysterio up on his challenge.

[Stuff used:
Sand Control - 10AP
Chakra Infusion 0AP
Sand Mastery No AP used, passively boosts the sand sub-stat power to 60
Sand Gourd Choosing power as initial boost, not activated yet
323 - 10 = 313AP remaining]

"Big words! For someone hiding behind armor. You can't call us weak when you, yourself, is afraid to take a hit from us lesser ranks." Goon heard Mukuro laugh at this, it even caused Goon, himself, to smile. He said it loud enough for it to be heard by all in the area. He held the tiger seal, pushing chakra into it, before anyone started moving, he didn't worry so much about the other contestants yet. For they all had a bigger fish to take care of, before anything.

Goon casually walked towards the center of the ring, waiting and watching all for their movements, moving closer to all slowly. To judge who was gonna do what and who was ballsy enough to not stay still. Goon had no fear in this match, if he lost he'd eventually come back with a vengence And a smile.