OOC: Excuse me. What I mean is that this area is unescapable by any means. If you go out the side, you will reappear on the other side. If you go out the bottom you will reappear at the top.

[[Then he would have reappeared on the other side, as by what you just posted, it is impossible to fall off.]]

OOC: Good point.

So he stumbles out the other side and falls over instead of falling from the sky.

(resigning for the night)

Creis flinched when he saw Nate suddenly disappear. "Where did you go!?" he cried.

"I'm over here..." Nate replied with a quizzical look on his face. "for some reason..."

Creis quickly turned around, shocked at how Nate had teleported to the opposite side of the arena. "How is that even possible?" he thought to himself. He gripped his sword and dashed toward Nate.

Nate, instinctively stepping backward, stumbled back off the edge and once again reappeared at the other side, falling over.

"Come now, you coward! Stand and fight. Is it your wish to simply teleport back and forth forever?" "I know you had something to do with me being transported here, so the only logical thing to do seems to be for me to kill you, no?" Creis asked. "Killing you is the only way for me to get out. If it doesn't work, then I will still have defeated my final enemy." Creis readied his sword. "Do not run. It will be over soon," Creis uttered with a smirk. He dashed at Nate once more, his eyes glowing with anger, for he meant to kill Nate, to escape this hell.

Nate quickly recovered and got to his feet.
"Now, wait a minute, is this logical? I mean, think about it..."
"Even if I WAS the one who brought you here, which I'm not, by the way, I would be the only one capable of transporting you back. Would killing you help you... or condemn you to life in limbo?"
Nate knew, even as he said this that Creis wouldn't listen. He had figured out by now that going off the edges would make one reappear at the other side. The only way to make Creis realize that he hadn't really teleported was to let Creis try it for himself. So Nate ran off the edge.

"There is no room for logic," Creis said, in an almost depressed tone. "We are trapped in an arena in some strange dimension. There is no escape, as you have just demonstrated, as jumping off the side causes a spontaneous breakdown of the body, only to be redirected to the other side." Creis sighed, "Therefore, the only plausible way to escape, is to end this fight. I'm sorry, but there is no other way." Creis looked up, staring right into Nate's eyes. With a smirk, he uttered, "Goodbye," almost sarcastically.

"Sorry you feel that way. Now I'm gonna have to kick your but."
Nate said with an expression of mock disappointment.
"No hard feelings, right?"

"Oh believe me, this is the first thing I wanted to do," Creis said, a sarcastic grin taking over his face. Creis flourished his sword, slicing the air with each swipe. "Prepare to die, Cat."

Nate sighed. "Oh well. Hard feelings, I guess. There's still the cappuccino option."
Nate created a force shield of energy to protect him while he put his clever plan into action.
He began using a fist of solid energy to pound the floor beneath him.

Creis laughed, as Nate's clever plan was sure to backfire. He had trapped himself in a shield where the shockwaves of energy would reflect back at him, ensuing his own death. Creis remained in his position, waiting to see Nate seal his own fate.

Nate continued to pound on the floor until it cracked, then splintered. Even then, he still continued to smash it. From Creis's laughter, Nate could tell that he got the wrong idea about his plan. Once there was a sizeable hole, Nate jumped into it.