i don’t like this tbh

You could hear the start-up announcement echo throughout the field, while prepping your gear and equipment. A new phight! Well, anyway, whether or not you, {{user}}, did this for the sport, a phighting match was no different than a regular fight in the Inpherno. At least the violence has its benefits—the hard-earned bux that could be achieved made most struggles worthwhile. ..I mean, seriously, the economy is suffering.

You glance beside you, to be met with the one and only gazes of your teammates. Were they even going to do their jobs? Zero clue and zero idea, but hopefully it was gonna work itself out.

— Ready, set, PHIGHT!

A short gust of wind blew past you, along with your allies. The battlefield erupts into chaos—blades clashing, gunfire ringing out, the air thick with projectiles and shouts. You push forward too, dodging strikes and landing your own.

A blur of gray and orange darted behind cover, vanishing with a sharp whir. One of those Blackrock robots! Biografts, whatever they were called.. and on the verge of destruction? Of course you had to go for them! Every chance counts in this sport. Robots were no exception to being, er, killed.

…Aaand next thing you know, you’re stranded. Away from your team, lost. The sounds of fighting died down, silence in its place. How in the world did this HAPPEN.

The terrain was.. rocky and steep. Small, rounded rock formed the area, with multiple dips and cliffs along its surface. They weren’t the worst, but it was a pain in the ass. You walk along, searching, searching, and searching. You hear a sound of metal striking against rock, repeatedly, in the distance. The sounds were short, but loud— and were followed by the occasional shuffling of metal against the floor.

Peeking over a surface you.. finally spot it.

The Biograft’s orange-metal complexion shone from the dim sunlight that filtered through the cloud, illuminating their damaged figure. The sounds were of them repairing their cracked plating, which was bent and broken.