Aaron opened his mouth to spew more useless exposition, but he was cut off by a teenage girl bursting into the room and yelling out an introduction. He returned her enthusiasm ten fold, running over to her and offering his hand. "I'm Aaron Stillen, nice to meet you too! I'm here to win the tournament!" His voice was near a shout, and the smile that lit up his face would have blinded the sun.

To clarify, Wukong ran outta energy right before he could win... So he lost.

Just when he thought he was safe, an enormous metal leg destroyed the ground directly beside Sun Wukong, sending him flying. He recovered midair, landing safely a good ten feet away, and stared in amazement at the monstrosity above him. It towered over trees, and the ground trembled when it moved. Without his staff, he stood no chance of fighting it directly. He had to find some other way, and he only had one way of going about it. He plucked a strand of his hair and dropped it. It immediately took on his image, right down to the shattered armor and wounded shoulder. "Go up there and distract!" The clone saluted and jumped out of the pit, charging the crab and swinging his fake staff wildly.

The real Monkey King shifted into an eagle and flew high above the robot, hiding himself within the dust and smoke. His vision was highly obstructed, and he was forced to swoop dangerously low to get a good view of the robot, but he found what he was looking for: A hatch on the top of it which, if he pried it open, would presumably give him access to his opponent within. He made one more round to make sure what he had seen was corrected, then landed on top of the crab and shifted back into his normal form. It was abnormally smooth, and he struggled to maintain his balance while he held onto the hatch. He pulled with all his considerable strength, hoping to tear it open.

Wukong raised his staff in attempt to block, but it didn't stop the blast. It ripped him off his feet, his staff flying wildly through the air as it was violently wrenched from his grip. He hit the tree behind him with enough force to splinter the trunk into a million pieces, and his armor from the waist up had been completely shredded.  The Monkey King had been severely injured, but he was far from down.

The injured astral slowly rose to his feet, his breathing labored. "Let no one say Son Wukong did not offer you mercy, kid." The Ruyi Jinyu Bang was back in his hand instantly, and the clouds above seemed to split as the fluffy golden nimbus cloud descended. The Sage leaped onto it without another word, and he hurtled toward the sky. His staff was already growing, far taller Wukong now, and by the time his ascent stopped it dwarfed very tree in the arena. "Never challenge the great sage, equal of heaven again!" The cloud dipped for the ground at unimaginable speed, and the stone monkey swung his enormous weapon straight at Yugo with enough force to tear the ground asunder.

Wukong nodded and summoned his staff to his hand, face blank as a slate. "No more talking, it's time to fight. They gave themselves away when they shot you." He pointed in the direction the blast had come from. "Follow me. Stay high so they don't see you." His staff was shrunken and put away, and he shifted into a bald eagle and took off into the sky without a word. He spanned the distance between them in no time, silently landing in the thick foliage of a tree near them.

He could easily make out which astral was Alexa's, they looked similar. She was taller than the young boy beside her, dressed in dark clothing that left nothing to the imagination. It slashed with her bright, waist length blond hair and luminescent gold eyes. She didn't appear to be that strong, but he had learned looks could be deceiving. One of them had created the turret with exploding shots, and she looked far more capable of doing it than the boy. If so she was much more dangerous to him, he couldn't stand fire.

In stark contrast, the boy beside her was dressed extremely bright colors. He wore a strange hat that nearly dragged against the ground, and had no weapon in sight. The battler guessed he would be the one that had fired the energy bolt, since he seemed to have no other method of defending himself. Of course, Clark was an experienced battler, and he wouldn't go down without a fight. Scarlet hadn't been battling that long, and would be at an extreme disadvantage. That left him to take on Clark, and hope Scarlet could hold her own against whatever the other astral had in store. He already knew what to do, he just hoped his partner would pick up on it...

He decided to delay no further, silently shifting back to himself and plucking a hair, which fell to the ground and morphed into a clone identical to him. The clone charged both astrals, shrieking furiously to draw their attention. He knew it could not seriously injure them, but he was already moving to circle around them using the foliage as cover. It didn't take him long to do so, and he lengthened his staff to the size of a totem, then jumped out of his cover and brought it down at both of them.

Wukong latched one hand onto his staff and somersaulted backwards, defying gravity as he ripped the totem-sized weapon from the ground and carried it with him. He landed in a crouch his staff, now back to its normal size, held behind him with one hand. "I need no warning, I could hear you clumsy flying from a mile away." He stood at ease, tail swishing leisurely behind him. A small horse did not scare the monkey king, he could take her out like a fly.

He was preparing to do so when an image of a small pale human with a red mane flashed into his mind, and the memories came rushing back to him. He stood up, shrinking his staff back down and hiding it back in his ear. "I'm sorry Scarlet, you know what astral battle does to people... I thought I really was Wukong for a second there." He offered her a smile and held up his hands in a peace offering, then froze. "Shh... Do you hear that?" It wasn't often, but every little bit there was a soft beep.

The sage tensed and drew his staff, standing protectively in front of the much smaller pony, ready to fight.

Human
Username: Desbear (I'm here guys)
Name:  Gatillo Vollerei
Age:16
Personality: Gatillo acts rather passive, making it fairly hard to anger him, and due to this is rather friendly and quick to trust others.
Bio:Gatillo grew up in a small neighborhood a bit in the country, and around there, finding an Astral battler was like finding a unicorn. Eventually however, they moved to an area with a much larger population, and thus he began to learn about Astral battlers.

Further more, he began to become engrossed in the subject. Finding out all he could, and studying old battlers, and older methods of synching. He even began to read about how old battlers would bring their Astrals into the real world, and was since diving into the subject full force. Imagine his delight when at age 15 he began to contract the symptoms of becoming an Astral battler, when he started having dreams about a giant drunken man who ran a bar, even more when a symbol of a mug appeared on one of his shoulders... Since, he has been participating in every Astral battle he can. Not even to win or get better, but to strengthen the bond between him and his Astral, and to learn more about other Astrals.
Appearence: Gatillo stands a little taller than some of the others in his group, his brown eyes peering just over their heads. He has a darker skin tone, with short black hair that seems to always spike up whenever he attempts to get it to stay down. All in all, he looked like, and was, a normal person.

  Astral Being
Name: Gragas
World, or region: Runeterra, Frejilord
Technique:Gragas fights in close quarters, overpowering his enemies with his sheer size. He also has a tendency to throw his cask at people, and taunt them into coming to him by insulting them drunkenly.
Strength and weaknesses: Gragas loves to brawl, and thanks to his size he can overpower most of his opponents. He has a high tolerance for pain, making him to both dish out and take in tons of damage. He is not, however, very fast. He is at his best when an enemy stands and fights him, instead of running away.
Bio: Gragas is hailed as a hero for preventing a war, and is ever wandering and attempting to make the perfect drink. One strong enough to get even him, the biggest drinker in the universe, drunk.
Super move Gragas goes into a drunken rage, smashing his cask into the ground and shattering it, knock enemies back. He also gains certain benefits depending on how drunk he is. Afterwards, he no longer has his cask and is exhausted from raging.
5 drunken stacks- Gragas gains extra attack and defense
10 drunken stacks- Gragas gains extra movement speed until the end of his super.
Gragas gains 1 drunken stack at the end of each post, so it is to the advantage of those fighting him to end quickly.
Appearance:

Aaron shook her hand without hesitation, giving her a disarming grin that stretched from ear to ear. "I'm Aaron Stillen, glad to meet you. The mark on your hand is your astral symbol." He pulled up his right sleeve to reveal his own, a large cloud which weakly glowed orange. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it just appeared after you started having weird dreams? That's the way we all get them. We use them to sync into the arena."

He turned toward the sync station, a tall antennae-like structure. There were computers on each side of it, used to sync in. "That all your questions? If so, we can get this show on the road. I'm ready to fight." He hesitated. "I'll show you how to use it Alexa, the rest of you are good, right?"