The announcer kept standing as the crowd grew silent. This wasn't normal. Oh well. "We're moving on to the next match. Next, Chikira vs. Jerome!"
They both stepped into the arena. Jerome, a boy about her own age, smirked. He seemed pretty confident with himself. Chikira lost her mask and smirked, her face dark and cold. Jerome soon disappeared in a dark protal, and millions of demons made of darkness and fire flew out. They started attacking everyone in sight. Many tried to run, but they were only killed.
OOC: I got lazy. but here is where you guys can start interacting again...
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