Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Name: Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. (From the snares of the devil, free us, lord.)

Participants: 3-4 Participants

Location: The Colosseum of Rome

Difficulty Level: Medium

Setting: NDE

Plotline: A very evil reiatsu has been sensed within the Colosseum over the last week and a multitude of factions and others have arrived in Rome in order to deal with this source of taint. Little would they all know that what they were walking into wasn't something to take lightly.

Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 5-3

Estimated Time Until Completion: 3-4

Starts: Right Now

Special Conditions: Participants must be able to reply within a 24 hour period. It'll be permitted that spots may be skipped if time is not available. If this occurs then those that are skipped have until the following DM post to insert a post. Participants can't be class 3 or higher.

[Jak Halcom]

you know Im in

[Adrastos]

<OOC: Im in >

[Jem Carstairs]

I'm in

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Alright everyone post intros for your characters. At this point it doesn't matter who goes when as long as we go through everyone before another post is made.

[Jak Halcom]

Jak stretched coming off the plan from Japan to Italy. A few of his acquaintances told him that he would enjoy Italy. They wanted him to get some rest and relaxation away from the usual business that occurs in Karakura Town. THe whole trip he got strange looks for the other passangers. He knew perfectly well why they were staring at him. It wasn't his slightly odd attire of  a black leather vest over his bare chest with a pair of shredded blue jeans, and a pair of black and blue sandals. Or the finger less gloves with metal studs that covered his hands. Nor was it his longish black hair that fell to the back of his neck. 

The features that always gained him the most attention were his eyes, his right arm, and his ears. His eyes were crimson as if the fires of hell burned within them. His ears were pointed and poked out from his hair. His right arm was the thing that really made people nervous around him. It was an angry red like it was made from the embers of a roaring inferno. A heavy black chain wrapped itself up his arm from his wrist to his shoulder. 

That chain was a pain in the ass both leaving Japan and arriving in the Italian air port. Of course it set off the metal detectors and the security staff swarmed him on both occasions. They would spend hours trying to remove the heavy chain from around his arm to no avail. It could not be removed from his body by normal means. The security guards never listened to him no matter how many times he tried to explain it. In the end he was escorted out of the airport and to his rental motorcycle. 

Jak roared down the streets of Rome passing cars left and right. He stayed within the speed limits of course, but that didn't mean that he didn't take his fair share of risks wile riding. It was while he was riding that he felt something sinister while he was traveling past the Colosseum. He looked at the old building almost ramming into another vehicle. He swerved to avoid the collision hearing the honk of the horn through his helmet.

Jak pulled over into the parking lot of the Colosseum and took off his helmet. He left them both secured in the parking lot. It wasn't like he really cared anyway if they did get stolen. There were still plenty of people around thankfully it wasn't too out of the ordinary for him to be poking around. Though he still got a lot of attention for his arm. He met the peoples gawking stares with a glare of his own which sent them scurrying on their way.

[Jem Carstairs]

Jem was cold, shivering in a coach airplane seat. He had already asked for his inflight blanket, and then borrowed Zachariah’s as well and he was still shivering. Sleep wouldn’t come and James refused to look out the open window. He couldn’t stop shaking, even the in-flight movie did help. Something about two American spies falling in love, getting married, and then trying to kill each other in some explosive climax that ended in them hooking back up and taking out both their organizations. Jem sighed and wished the flight to Italy would hurry it, for it was a myriad of problems that kept creeping of. Chloe had lost her luggage in Bejing causing them to wait until they recovered the bag. Jem was sure the only reason Miss Minamoto cared was because her pair short swords were in that suit case.

He couldn’t even see her; she never sat with the group and was possibly even more alienated than him in the circle. Though, hers was by choice. She was their assassin, her job and personality was perfect for her ability. Her red eyes were sometimes a little discontenting when she looked at you. It looked as if she was looking through you. She was smaller than Jem, appearing as a young child, four foot seven. She had long black hair, like a raven. Her skin was like porcelain gave her a distinct dynast look. Except she was clad in the black leather Hunter armor, Jem wondered if she slept in it because she never seemed to be in anything else. He turned his thought from Chloe to Zachariah, speaking up. “Can you shut the window please, I don’t feel so good.” The older mod soul looked at him, smiled and nodded. “Of course James, how does this feel now.”

With the window shut and no immediate sign they were flying James began to stop shivering. Suzaku peeked from the aisle seat in from of Jem. “Who knew with all that power Jem would be scared of an airplane? You doing alright Jem?” Suzaku looked as old as jem but he had been with the group for about ten years longer. He had sandy brown hair cropped and golden eyes, he was pretty easy going and very polite. But he was invaluable when fighting those who trusted their souls and ways to the alignment of Evil. But all around Suzaku’s martial ability and his use of his blade were something to be admired, Jem had realized Suzaku believed heavily in right and wrong but he often looked for guidance from his mentor Qualopec.

Qualopec was sitting next to Suzaku and was taking up two seats, he was huge. Nearly Seven Foot Seven and taking up two seats, the mod soul was clad in white trench coat over his hunting gear. However he was wrapped in a thick black cloak. Qualopec was an enigma, he didn’t wear just the black armor that the others did. He wore something easily recognizable. Something that brought the foes straight to him and he tore them down. Everything before Qualopec fell, he had defeated nigh on thirty hell spawn. Animalistic demons and mask and cloak wearing fiends alike, He held one of the legendary swords of all ever created, The Final Exodus. It was a legendary blade, whose properties were not known to James but he heard it was only to ever be used on demons and the most evil of Arrancar.

Howel was somewhere in the Brazilian Rainforest tracking another lead, perhaps there would be an expedition to South America soon. For now, there was a trip to Rome, and the coliseum. Howel had marked a sinister reiastu possibly demonic in origin and sent word to the brothers of the veil. And so three connections flights later, James and the others arrived in Italy. They moved on foot to a hotel and set up a base of operations. Cloe pulled out a map of the city with the coliseum highlighted, “Simple set up. We go with Beta plan, split up, form a ring in the city around the coliseum and move in. If we come across any of the forsaken, we fall back regroup and destroy it. I want this one by the book.” She looked at Jem and Suzaku as if they were going to be trouble. Jem felt a little uneasy, but held his ground.

Qualopec murmured, “Are we sure there are demons here, I didn’t come out of hunting in Somalia for nothing.” Zachariah put his hand on Jem’s shoulder. “Qualopec be reasonable, there is something sinister going on, even you can sense that.” Jem exhaled feeling guilty. He began to ponder his next move. “So Zachariah, shall we get started? If Howel tracked something here, we should get started. Right?” Suzaku smiled, “You and me chief we’ll go to the far side of the city and spread out from there.” He and Qualopec left, and Chloe soon followed leaving Zachariah there with James. Zachariah smiled at Jem. “You’ll do well, just remember to keep your mind safe and your soul clear.” James smiled and walked out knocking three times as he did. “Thank you Brother Zachariah.”

He walked out and worked his way halfway before turning and heading straight for the coliseum. As he did so, he pulled out his cell phone. It was a new model one that he had gotten from his employer and new friend Kazura Uzaki. The human fullbringer had decided to employ the mod soul, and in return when things got interesting and Kazura needed some eyes in the sky sometimes Jem could coincide the missions with his brother’s hunts. He texted, I am here, moving to target. and turned the screen off. He began running towards the coliseum, he needed to figure this out and fast before the others figured out it wasn’t a demon and called off the hunt.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

There seemed to be a rather abundant amount of reiatsu nearly the Colosseum. This set off whatever was the source of the reiatsu. As all of the individuals neared the legendary arena of battle a scent was emitted from within the arena. This scent was one that only those who had an abundant amount of reiatsu would be able to smell. If was a scent that would play off of the favorite taste to a individual. This scent would be nearly overpowering only hose who had some type of control would be able to think clearly. (Strength of Will/Calm Mind 1)

For those who wouldn't be able to control themselves they would begin to walk into the colosseum in a fog of hunger. This would lead them to the center of the arena which was filed with various stone structures tat could hide nearly anything. For those who could resist the scent it would be obvious to sense he location of he reiatsu and reach the same location.

(Sorry short post my keyboard is broken)

[Jem Carstairs]

James raced into the parking lot and began to catch his breath, he could sense the reiastu. It was repulsive, and there was a lot of it. However, as he began to step into the parking lot. He noticed that there were a lack of cars. No cars... meant little tourist traffic today. However those that were around seemed uneasy, though Jem could understand why. The aura of malicious intent in the area would keep regular humans away. Their subconscious would tell them what their conscious minds could never understand. He slowly walked forward and kept his eyes peeled for signs of spiritual entities. A drop of sweat ran down the back of his neck as he paid his entrance fee to get into the Colosseum. Once he was inside he gave the security the slip he couldn't help but notice the smell. His eyes widened and his stomach grumbled, walking into the center of the Colosseum he looked around.

The aromas of orange soda, glazed doughnuts, chocolate milk, and chicken nuggets wafted through the roses of stones. There were no ways for such scents to be here, due to this Jem was on his guard. But for now he couldn't see anything, and with his back to the stones he kept searching for the source of the reiastu. Minorly, he was also looking for a source of the smell as well. This was strange, and Jem didn't like it. He wanted to call in back up from the brotherhood. But for now he would keep looking.

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{Stats and Abilities}

Strength - [100] (70) Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200] (300) Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1050] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.

Abilities

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• [Mental Ability: Analysis] [1]
  
  
• [Mental Ability Battle Analysis] [1]
  
  
• [Mental Ability: Pain Tolerance] [1]
  
  
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[Jak Halcom]

The smell of various roasted meats met Jak's nose. He could identify each one as they hit his nose. A juicy steak, roasted chicken, it was all there. The smells themselves nearly made his mouth water if it wasn't for the fact that it was all coming from an old Colosseum that he doubted served any of those things. Something was wrong and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He made his way to the center of the Colosseum and kept his senses, both physical and spiritual on alert. He didn't want to be caught off guard by whatever was making the smells. 

Jak noticed someone else that in the Colosseum. He seemed to be as equally perplexed at the current situation as Jak was. Jak concluded that they might be facing whatever this was together. It wasn't like it was his first time. Jak smiled and popping his knuckles and neck. If there was going to be a fight, then they might as well get it started and over with. He took a big lung full of air before shouting throughout the Colosseum "Hey, whatever is out there show yourself now!" He was not in the mood for games right now. The smells had made him hungry and after this fight was over he was going to get something to eat.

[Tsajara Dread]

The source of the disturbance had not been particularly easy to pinpoint, let alone get to. It was a tediously out-of-the-way location. She'd been passing through on her way toward Russia, after a rather brief time in Morocco. Of course she'd hardly had much of a good time. The place had been somewhat lackluster so far as her stay. The place had certainly been exciting to explore, though the hollows in the area had the most peculiar means of addressing her. She banished such thoughts from her mind, as, after all, she had far more befuddling thoughts to so pluck about in her mind, those soft off-white hues of hers drifting lazily in the direction of the strange pressure that had so distracted her from her original route to Russia. As she drew closer she noticed a few others had drawn close as well, her attentions flitting only briefly in their direction before she noticed a strange sensation.

Originally she was under the impression that it had come from the 'guest' traveling with her. A Hollow she had taken quite the liking to, and had so in short order removed his lower body and carried around like a backpack. After all he had been so kind as to grab her ass upon their initial meeting, so she had confiscated his in exchange for sparing his life. Or rather, not ending it quite so quickly. As such the hollow was ever-so-kind enough as to help point her in the right direction to get to Russia, or so she'd assumed, and upon feeling the strange presence she immediately reached back, her hand taking a hold of his throat as she promptly squeezed, feeling the limbs draped about her shoulders begin to flail, calmly staring straight ahead until she felt him slowly begin to pass out and go limp, gently releasing her hold before a frown adorned her lips. It hadn't gone away.....so it hadn't been him. Hmm....oops. Shrugging she decided to lightly peel the being from her shoulders, setting him down before simply beginning to make her way toward the strange reiatsu that so filled her senses, until she noticed, as she drew closer, something.....else.

At first she only felt a bit anxious, as if something had so tugged at invisible strings in the depths of her muscle, inciting a subtle urge to move closer to the source of the pressure, the colosseum. Vague memories of the place passed through her mind as she focused despite the odd musky scent that filled her nostrils and so distracted her, though she did manage to keep that mind of hers aligned to her goal in her approach, stopping in place as she lightly curled and uncurled her fingers, slowly working the muscles and tendons as she meticulously drew in that scent. Alluring as it was it was a little....off. Those porcelain-like lids drifting back open as she began to walk toward the arena, ignoring the humans as she simply walked past them, unseen by the staff as she made her way closer to that scent, her attentions drifting here and there as she calmly searched, for the time being ignoring the pull that scent had on her.

A distant call caught her attention and she shifted her gaze in the direction of it's source, her eyes fixating upon the owner of that sudden bursting voice. She remained silent, watching calmly, not quite sure if he was able to see her, but she stayed were she was, allowing the situation to progress as it may. She didn't know what had drawn her here, but she certainly hoped it wasn't him, though with all the noise he was making, perhaps he would draw out whatever had. She slipped behind one of the many pillars that so decorated the expanse that was the arena, peering just around the structure as she remained silent and, hopefully, undetected as she simply observed, watching to see who or what might respond to his bark of indignation.

Skill Points:11/15

•[Street Fighting]: {2}

•[Analyzing]: {2}

•[Calm Mind]: {2}

•[Battle Analysis]: {2}

•[Damage Recovery]: {2}

•[Stealth]: {1}

[Aurora Guerrero]

Aurora found herself in the Human World.....again. But, this time, she was pleasantly surprised with what she found. She hadn't walked out of her Garganta into the same town as she usually did. She was insanely thankful for that. Even though she had gotten to know some ins and outs of that city, like where good places were to find hollows and devour them, it was always nice to walk into a new place and find out all of the goodies that it would have to offer. Once her Garganta closed, she immediately started to sniff the air and sense out any reiatsu.

She knew that the Tercera Espada wanted her to check out the evil energy that was leaking out from what was called the 'Colosseum' and check on it. He pretty much wanted to know if she could steal it and he could use it for his own personal gain. She never asked what he would want with things like this because she honestly didn't want to know. Her Espada had a weird streak in him that she pretty much ignored and just dealt with the asshole part of him. It was a lot easier to deal with.

Though, it seemed that she had actually landed well, since she was fairly close to the structure she was looking for. Using her energy sensory, she was able to feel the demon child again. She ran into that guy a lot more than she thought she would. It was interesting that he seemed to keep popping up everywhere she was. Maybe she needed to put some tracker on the man so she knew where she needed to go. Everywhere he was, there was action going on that's for sure. She then sensed someone else there, that had a similar reading to the man. Interesting.

The next energy she sensed was a reiatsu she was familiar with, Arrancar. But, sadly, she had not met this Arrancar before because it didn't feel familiar to her. The only thing she could tell from the reiatsu was that it was someone from her own race. She would have to fix that during this little outing. But, right after she sensed these people, she smelled something that was her favorite, meat. Hollow meat and their blood wafted to her, making her mouth water slightly. She shook her head to clear it and concentrate more on her mission. She slowly walked towards the Colosseum and walked in, curious to see what would happen.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 75 Points (94)
Speed - 150 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 100 Points (75)
Reiatsu Strength - 165 Points (206)
Instinct - 50 Points (37)
Senses - 50 Points
Energy sensory - 50 Points (63)
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

[Weapons: Swords] 1

[Weapons: Knives] 1

[Strength of Will] 1

[Pain Tolerance] 1

[Damage Recovery] 1

[Stealth] 1

[Focused Eye] 1

[Bleeding Tolerance] 1

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

All of them were inside now it was time to start the little game. As all of these individuals walked into the play pen the reiatsu that seemed to draw on them to make way for the inner circle was gone. The thing that had released and control such reiatsu however was not. All of a sudden that reiatsu could be felt by every single individual inside now yet not in the same manner as before. No now the reiatsu was focus before it was like water over a suffer with no clear point of origin now it was like a needle a single location.

"Hehehe Heh heh heh!" Every single individual in the colosseum would hear the evil laughter of something in the darkness. They would all be able to make out though that the laughter came from the voice of something female. That laughter though many would not realize wasn't just the sound of an evil plan working right from the start, but also one of sexual pleasure. This entity wasn't one that was going to play nice and all of them were going to find out.

It would take them all a second from the lower circle of the colosseum to find the location of whatever was causing the laughter. It looked to be a female though in her early twenties wearing only lingerie yet in the seat of where the Emperor of Rome once sat. The throne for some reason was not damage it looked perfectly fine even the color looked like what one would see in a movie. None of them would likely see it though due to the fact that the female in the side was sitting with her legs crossed her body leaning on the edge of the throne in a bore-dish expression. Yet her face revealed that this female was more of a seductress then even the body she possessed would reveal.

"Well, well look at all the pretty people who have come to pledge themselves to me. I hope you all don't mind, but I like to test my new toys before I use them on myself." Just as she finished speaking the female blew a kiss down towards the inner circle. In the next moment something that none of the individuals even thought possibly came to be reality. A small doorway to Hell revealed itself and three black figures leaped from the mouth of flames only for the doorway to vanish afterwards.

Those black figures would all go from a crouching position into one that would reveal the true dimension of their body. One looked to be a hollow that barely pushed five feet in height yet had a black mask and red body. That figure was stationed right near the boy with the white hair a human that the female knew was still young. The other was massive. Reaching a height of nearly eight feet having black fur all of its body and a face that resembled a wolf. Yet there was a chain on its right arm and stationed near the Arrancar which smelled of cat.

The last figure was normal height and normal build for a teen girl yet she as well was well endowed and had a figure that anyone would love to measure. Nothing seemed to stand out about this girl other then the red eyes which starred at the other Arrancar. "Well test our your new brothers and sisters." Just like that the female in the throne blew another kiss and all three of the individuals that seemed to have come from Hell itself screamed in their own way. Two of them in rage and the female in pleasure.

All of a sudden all three began to attack the targets they had been assigned to test out. The entity that had a red mask lunged out at the human boy its right arm all of a sudden seeming to grow longer and the claws on its hands increase in size. The boy would need to take this creature out in some manner before it consumed him. The large beast all of a sudden began to run along the broken pillars and ground rushing the feline Arrancar. When it reached her it would slash out with large claws all the while trying to bite her body. The female all of a sudden held out her right hand and fire came into existence yet then shaped into a longbow. She then began to fire off three arrows aimed for the other Arrancar female.

All three of these Hell based entities were attacking their own target yet the Hell entity that had come here wasn't being attacked by any of them yet why. It was then as all of the attacking began that the eyes of the female sitting in the throne locked on Jak. Even though she was way up in the Colosseum it would be as I she was right next to him whispering in his ear. "Come play with me your mine now." Jak would begin to feel a heat rising in his chest that would make him feel as if this female was everything to him.

Entities

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Red/Black Hason Class 8 Non-type
Strength: 50
Speed: 50
Sppr: 20
Reiatsu Strength: 0
Instincts: 50
Senses: 110
Energy Sensing: 0
Healing: 0

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Wolf Hason Class 4 Non-type
Strength: 140
Speed: 150
Sppr: 10
Reiatsu Strength: 0
Instincts: 50
Senses: 50
Energy Sensing: 0
Healing: 0

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Quincy Nakabakki Class 4 Non-type
Strength: 25
Speed: 100
Sppr: 100
Reiatsu Strength: 200
Instincts: 75
Senses: 50
Energy Sensing: 50
Healing: 0

Techniques Used

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Quincy Nakabakki
{3 Class 7 Arrows} -30 Reiatsu (970/1000)

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This technique is one that bends the will of the user to that of the female Akki. This technique is currently being used on Jak and will result with him beginning to feel his will being taken over and new emotions flooding his body. He will begin to feel as if he needs to serve the female with his own life. This technique right now will take a full post to take full effect due to the manner it was used in. There are ways to prevent it (try to find out).

[Jak Halcom]

Jak was ready for one of the three forms from hell to attack him. He was confused and disappointing when they all went after one of the other people that were in the arena. He recognized the female, feline arrancar that had fought with him on several separate occasions. She was fighting the wolf headed creature. There the rest of the group he had no idea who they were. A human by the looks of him was fighting the, the boy he assumed was a human was fighting the more hollowish looking one with the stretchy arms, and the other female in the group was taking on the Quincy. Lucky bastards, he thought before he looked up seeing the woman that summoned them.

She must be an akki to have been able to summon the minions of hell so easily. Akki, his enemy. He had fought an Akki who had a grudge against him just for being a Nakabakki, a half breed, and something to do about his Akki father. He stared at the woman and pulled his right arm back about to gather his energy for one of his spirit bolts. He stopped when he heard her voice whispering right into his ear. He was confused. How could she sound so close when she was just up there?

He felt the hatred for the Akki. They were like hollows the enemies of everyone. Then a new set of emotions threatened to take over. He felt like he had more in common with her than any of the people in the world of the living, or those of the Shinigami, and Hollows. These two feelings clashed inside of Jak's head and heart. Which side did he truley belong to? Did he really belong to either side at all? He held his head between his hands shouting as if he was in pain falling to his knees. 

"What...what did you do to me!?" He shouted up at the woman sitting on the throne. He wanted to attack her. Lob one of his spirit bolts right into her face, but he could not bring himself to do it. His mind was becoming more and more clouded. Who was his true allies? Who was really his enemies. These questions brought on by the admittingly beautiful akki woman tore at Jak keeping him from being unable to do anything. He was lost in the sea of raging emotions that he could do nothing but try to weather.

[Jem Carstairs]

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Jem seized up during the woman's laugh. He looked up wide eyed with fear, "Well, well look at all the pretty people who have come to pledge themselves to me. I hope you all don't mind, but I like to test my new toys before I use them on myself." Jem stared in horror as tremors racked his body, what...? there weren't supposed to be any of the fallen here... that's not possible. His energy sensory extended outwards and he felt One, Two, Three, Four, Five... Five fallen. Two Arrancar, and himself. Crap..., Zachariah would have given him a break and pretended to act as if he had went with the beta plan, but now definitely he was in trouble. Qualopec was going to tear him a new one if Chloe didn't do it first. He frowned as the gate closed.

In front of him landed a black fallen. Humanoid with a large arm that grew claws from its fingers. Jem's black armor and white hair rippled as reiastu pushed out of his body. "Don't do this, go back to the pit. I'd rather not fight if we can help it." It said nothing and attacked ripping at him with its clawed arm. In response, reiastu pressed down on the Hason. It was enough to cause the Hason's attack to stumble. Jem's body blurred as he drove forward, he came in low before lunging forward with a forward knee to the Hason's skull before landing again. Blurring again he drove forward using his full speed again he thrust out once, twice, three time against the back of the Hason. His reiatu's gravitational pressure was pressing down on the Hason, slowing it's movements and dulling it's reaction time and ability to perceive his form.

He blurred again, following up with a finishing Axe drop kick to the top of the head. The flourish of attacks, took less than a few seconds in total time. Landing he murmured, "Tiger Art: Lightning Barrage, Black Sequence." Watching to make sure that the Hason fell. If not he'd continue the assault, "Please stay down, I'd rather not fight you any more if i can help it." He looked on while passively scanning the battle field for the progress of the others. His level of gravitational pressure would not effect the others. Only his opponent, and therefore Victory over this fallen would be quick.