Novelas y relatos de Mech Arena

He stumbles away, reaching for me, but I lash out at him, the iron manacles colliding with the side of his head in a killing blow. Forty. “LEXAAAA!” Meg bellows as she runs at a full sprint, pointing at the tallest of the platforms. It’s nearly forty feet high and caught in the glare of the sun, but as I move to the side on quick feet, keeping the men currently turning in my direction in my line of sight, I see it. A weapons cache. Precariously resting on the tallest platform. Other fighters notice. The air shifts as the initial confusion and shock of the floor of the arena opening subsidies, and violence creeps back in.

Crossing so many magical barriers and entering into an opening, they finally reached the place the competition was supposed to be held, Myra hid herself well, the entrance they came in, was not a common one, it was nearly a hundred feet above the ground, where the arena was located, She relieved a sigh with a hiss when the howling became worse with the entry of Albert, Myra moved forward to peek at the place she had been imagining all this time but she was surprised to see it, In her imagination, it has to be a horrible place with so many dead bodies, bone remains, and blood flowing like a stream but what she was seeing was completely different from her fiction, That place was a well built c

Everyone was seen rushing to the arena. After sometime the arena that was made by XScythe which looked quite lavish and had modern architecture from the outside, had all the modern amenities in the inside, in the middle stood a huge ground surrounded by a glass as to shield the watchers from any miss fired spell, and there were over 4 floors of the arena circular in nature and over 150m in height and the entire Arena was spread over 3km on all directions, including the Arena and other enjoyment park and shops before entering inside the Arena. Every seat in the Arena was filled and not just by the locals but also other players who came to witness the beginning of the first ever human held com

Mehira asks, stepping forward. I snarl. “Do not touch me again.” “Come on, sister. Leave the Prince alone. Our King will want to speak to him,” he says. “Fine, Jael. But I can still be sad that this one got away,” she says pouting. We turn and they take off running. I follow and when we get to the castle, the music is pumping, and lights are swirling. It has the feel of a human rave club and I’m sure that everyone down in the hotel can see the lights and thinks it’s a rocking dance club up here. Instead, it’s a glamorized feeding room.

Valerius screamed, ripping a chunk of armor plating off the mech's chest with his bare hands. "He bought it," Ben whimpered from where he was hiding under a rusted sheet of metal. "Psychological manipulation. Risky asset management, sir." "It bought us time," I coughed. "Haley! The lights!" "What?" Haley yelled, dodging the Buzzsaw Titan. "This arena is old! The sensors on these things are optical! Overload them!" I pointed to a control box on the wall near her. "Hack the strobes!" "On it!" Haley slid under the spinning saw blade—a move that would have been cool if she hadn't screamed "Mommy!" while doing it—and jammed her multi-tool into the port.

"Yeah, let's see them cry when the machine rejects them." --- Dean Nox pushes open the heavy doors. The room looks like a high-tech laboratory crossed with an ancient temple. In the center stands a crystal pillar about waist-high, glowing with a soft, milky white light. Above us, behind a wall of reinforced, blast-proof glass, creates a gallery. It's filling up quickly. The students who followed us are pressing their faces against the glass, pointing and laughing. "Into the Arena," Dean Nox commands, pointing to the reinforced combat zone. "Power is lazy. It needs to think you're about to die to wake up."

For that reason, I didn't often visit this level-either the mechs I used came back in reasonable working order, or they didn't come back at all. The platform was nearly completely cast in shadow, illuminated only by LED lights embedded in the Firmament's circular wall. The floor was a patchwork of wires and pieces of metal framework designed to support damaged mechs. A nine-by-nine square of these frames dominated the center of the level, each one easily the width of a basketball court. Most of these frames were occupied by familiar mechs-a mangled Regiment and a shieldless Crusader, to name a few-but one particular mech caught my eye.

Hold the ring for 8 seconds and it will turn red, signifying a violation strike— if you get three of those, you're out for the rest of the game. Now, the arena is an oval field that is nearly 100 meters long and about 50 meters wide. At the bottom of the arena is an insanely large net that catches the players if ever they fall, sometimes because their airkicks messed up or they are accidentally knocked off by another player. The arena is surrounded by a thick bulletproof glass that acts as a barrier for both the players and the audience so nothing gets in nor out as the game plays on.

I stifled a laugh and tapped my thigh with my palm for another exaggerated movement. He laughed lightly. "No. Not like that. You enter the entrance and you´ll be led to a forest, you need to find the exit there. After the forest is the arena, where most of the challenges take place. 200-meter arena, and at the other end is the exit." "200-meter arena? 200 meters in between the forest and the stage? Wow!" He nodded. "If there´s a challenger, they need space for the duel, and most of the time, they need to shift on their wolves form."

I snapped at him. The Arena was fit for the Wrath realm. It was enormous, with paintings of fighting demons on the wall and blood splattered all over them. The sandy ground of the arena was also painted red with blood. There were rows of seats going up. It was more like a colosseum. I walked between Ren and Briva, who had changed in their swim gear again and noticed some of the demons earlier. Some were still naked, some in swim shorts. Nobody had normal clothes on. But everybody had black eyes. And having seen how Adrian punishes the ones who disrespect him, I was betting my bikini that this would be anything but a fair, clean fight.