A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Well, obviously it recognised my immense talent, good looks and killing capacity!" Vezon cried, ignoring both humans completely. "I was its favorite, not that deep voiced ice cube with the spontaneous and conveniently appearing inferiority complex!"

edited 6th Feb '11 11:58:47 AM by LizardOfAus

"All right, seriously, come on." Rey tried to grab hold of Vezon's arm. "You need to relax. If you have blood pressure, it's probably through the roof right now."

"Matoro sacrificed himself so that everyone could live." spat Hahli. "Even filth like you."

Spriggan sighed when he saw Vezon rambling on.

"This is very peachy."

"Oh, filth now, am I? Listen, 'Ha-lee', I've a good mind to merge you into the wall right now, but Rey's squeezing my arm really tightly and it feels like it's gonna come off. So I'm gonna move to the other end of the room now. But know this: just because we've both been abducted by omnipotent strangers, doesn't mean we have to co-operate. I don't want you near me, I don't want you fighting me, I don't even want you to help me. I don't exactly take kindly to moistened bints lobbing scimitars at me, so just stay out of my way. Or I might hit another precious nerve."

With that, Vezon wheeled around, tore Rey's hand off, and stormed off in the opposite direction.

edited 6th Feb '11 12:16:42 PM by LizardOfAus

Rey grunted as he shoved off, then snarled slightly, going after him. "HEY! You don't call a woman words like that, Vezon! It doesn't matter what you think of her, you always treat a lady with dignity and respect! Frankly, everything I've seen of the two of you so far tells me that maybe you ARE just a psycho animal and she's right about you!"

Vezon grabbed Rey's shirt and leaned in inches away from Reys face. "Rey Mysterio, I do not pretend to not be a 'psycho animal'. That said, it probably isn't a good idea to get a deranged rahi angry, now is it. Word of advice: butt out, and keep at arms length from disputes that have absolutely nothing to do with you... Or I might just show you how it feels to lose a mask that's precious to you." His grimace contorted into a disturbing grin and he raised his other hand, fingers wiggling teasingly.

Narumi slept throughout the hours, having nightmares about the Tokyo-3 incident. He woke up from one and saw Vezon holding Rey. He rushed over to pull Vezon off Rey. "Hey! What do you think you are doing?" Narumi asked.

edited 6th Feb '11 12:37:00 PM by Psyga315

Gordon got out of his seat, one hand on his shotgun.

"Put him down, of I'll make you put him down," he said.

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There was a popping sound from behind Vezon, and suddenly, a hand was on the half-skakdi's shoulder.

"Put Rey-Rey down, Mister Vezon," said Blink. "Or I'll teleport you into a wall."

"I think I've made my point." Vezon released Mysterio, and stormed off.

"So, I assume the challenge is done?" Narumi asked Blink, as he watched Vezon storm off.

edited 6th Feb '11 12:39:49 PM by Psyga315

Rey narrowed his eyes slightly, though one hand went to grip at the chin strap of his mask. "You wouldn't be the first to try. At any rate, so long as we're all stuck in this together, and as long as any huge fights pose a risk to the disturbingly large number of CHILDREN who are here, any kind of fight like this IS my business." He nodded to the others. "Thanks, guys. I'm all right. He's not the first big guy to jack me up against a wall."

edited 6th Feb '11 12:40:33 PM by MystyGlyttyr

"Monsters, the whole lot of them." muttered Hahli, out of Vezon's earshot.

"No worries on me. I've seen worse fights after I got to be operational."

Ooh? Gives him strength too.

Yuuka kicked the Turian in the gut to break the lock and brought the umbrella up to aim. It began to cackle as the local temperature began to fall again.

Danmaku is out. Melee is out.

"Great, the temp is falling..." Natsu flared up his flames in his body to counteract the temperature drop. His skin steaming, he relaxed once more as he watched the rest of the going on's. Man, I may be an idiot, but I only start friendly fights on purpose...

"Glad that's over." Sprigan sighed. "It'll be bad on us on the next few challenges if they keep bickering."

—The Turian hissed as some of his breath was knocked out, drawing back a few feet before kicking up beneath the umbrella.—

The parasol seemed to glow faintly when it was blown back. In one swift motion, it was withdrawn, then lanced forward in a speed that human eyes couldn't track. A white blur launched from Yuuka's side, aiming to grab the left pauldron of the armored Saren.

Hrrgh.

— The point of the parasol bounced off Saren's chest plate with a ping, denting the plate, but not severely. Yuuka's hand reached the pauldron, and the Turian used this as an opportunity to seize her underarm, lifting up. The swordarm slashed downward diagonally at the back of the parasol, nearest he could reach to the handle.—

Melee works.

Even with the intense grip on her weapon, it was knocked away, falling and sliding across the ground; the room's temperature returning to normal, the umbrella's light dispersed in a small flash. Using her now free hand, Yuuka seized Saren by the helmet, and with both arms, rapidly pulled him and tried to drive him face first into the ground.

edited 6th Feb '11 6:35:51 PM by DaveScooter

Dis Baba stepped up to Craft and placed a hand on his shoulder. The alien's grip was surprisingly strong, far stronger than his gaunt and frail appearance would indicate, and he fixed the reploid with a stern look; strangely, even from this close range it was impossible to see the Kin's eyes clearly.

"I can see you are distressed, warrior," the strange man said, his flesh rippling in a truly bizarre fashion as he made contact with the reploid's metal body. "As I said before, infighting does nothing whatsoever to help our situation; if you truly wish to be free, and return whence you came, then you must direct your aggression elsewhere."

The Kin chittered, and blinked once. "If, on the other hand, you truly need an outlet for that aggression so deeply, then I may be able to provide you with something given the capabilities of this chamber."

So it does.

—Even as the Turian was driven downwards, so his grip on Yuuka's underarm tightened, and he pulled with similar strength, the sword arm stabbing for the youkai's midriff, the point of the blade blunted by the barrier extended around it.—

The flower Youkai was taken back by the blow, recoiling wide-eyed as it struck, but maintained a firm grip on Saren. Keeping the hold on the helmet, she released his left shoulder guard and coiled the arm around the one holding her. Taking off a few inches into the air, she drove a powerful knee into Saren's abdomen.

—Saren coughed on impact, said strike producing a loud CLANG. He engaged his biotics, providing his own upward lift. He began to twist with the arm holding the grip on her underarm, while hacking at her side with the scimitar, again blunted.—