Enter the Arena... As Your Avatar (v4)!

Ryth's dodge/kick was able to send the Black swordsman stumbling back, sporting a noticeable crack on his visor as his head had no "chin" to catch the kick for his visor; but like the last time V was sent aback, the machine recovers near-instantly and weaves past the spinning slashes and ducks under the stab, the plasma blade grazing against his back and melting a fairly shallow gash there before he darts forwards like a coiled spring and trying to run Ryth through before he can complete his low spinning slash with a lunging thrust with his right-hand sword.

Now that I look at it closely, V by large fights practically and without much pizzazz, trying to take his enemy out as quickly and efficiently as possible while Ryth is cool and flashy but skilled and strong enough to make his acrobatics effective against foes... So they're polar opposites in terms of combat philosophy.

edited 25th Feb '15 3:07:40 AM by Questor

bEa dodges the attack easily enough, following with a swing of her hammer to counterattack, following up with three smaller fireballs for good measure.

LikLik looks around and throws his can of beer away

edited 25th Feb '15 3:01:26 AM by Blackie

The Winter Soldier blocks the hammer with his metal arm, then dodges the fireballs. "I just remembered that HYDRA needs me elsewhere," he says to Bea as he sheathes his knife. "That was a good fight, though." He then leaves the scene.

Gotta go, will probably be back later. Also, thanks for the fight, Brah.

Not to mention the fact that Ryth is biological, and V is mechanical. Just to further bolster the contrast.

Also, keep in mind, the butterfly twist also counted as an attack, not just the cart-wheel.

This time, V runs him through, and Ryth stumbles back.

At this point, the Blademaster has had it.

With inhuman strength, he holds his ground, and starts walking forwards, his strength surpassing that of the strongest animals, holding and even pulling the sword deeper into his body, Deathless blood seeping from the wound, and once it has reached its hilt, Ryth slices at least ten times at the blade with his own solar blade to sever it from V, yelling in fury.

After this, whether or not he succeeded, he unleashes a shockwave of pure kinetic energy, gained and stored during the fight by his armour, focussed and compressed into a single shockwave, at V - his Super Attack, a powerful blast of concussive energy, designed to throw back enemies and/or stun them, powerful enough to make creatures, be they mechanical or biological, the size of small houses fall back, and buildings tremble.

Then, he yells, and leaps at V, whether or not the sword is still stuck in him, or if any of his moves succeeded, and unleashes a flurry (roughly 10 in total) of unpredictable strikes, feints and enough kicks to make Chun-Li run for her money.

All in less than a few seconds.

And, see you around, Ichigo.

edited 25th Feb '15 3:10:34 AM by TheHoboTortle

"Ah man, and I was just getting riled up," says bEa, observing her fiery aura which was only now beginning to acquire specks of yellow. "Well, see you later, I guess."

"Hmmm, I should probably get back to Hel's house anyways. But first..." She looks over to where Ryth and V still continued their battle. She opens her mouth as if to call something over to them, but then thinks better of it. "Eh, I'm sure he can hold up on his own."

With that, bEa's aura shut off as she slowly fades into the shadows.

Liklik sits down watching Rhyth and V fight

edited 25th Feb '15 3:19:20 AM by Blackie

Ryth's berserk fury had succeeded in ripping apart V's right arm from the wrist down, causing him to gasp loudly; though more in shock than any pain while the machine's sword on the other hand, stood strong and hard against the furious slashes... Are the machine's weapons indestructible?! But since Ryth was too furious to notice this and was busy with his force wave which sends V flying back; though because he was already in the process of retreating, he didn't suffer the full brunt of the force wave and was able to cleanly land on his feet with his wits about him; albeit ending up digging furrows into the purple earth as he came to a halt.

   The climax...   

His monoeye blazing with a furious red glow despite the crack his visor sported, V explodes into action; rocketing towards Ryth and meeting all of his wild, furious attacks head on, even with only one arm and one weapon; V was able to match the blademaster's plasma saber blow for blow. While Ryth's wild kicks dented and deformed V's armor plating, it failed to stop the machine from launching blows of his own in the form of quick kicks aimed at intercepting his foe's legs along with attempting to shove Ryth back aside as well as drive his blade deeper into his foe's body with a quick and dirty shoulder check. Oh and during said shoulder check, V let the large, prominent rocket engine situated there come to life in order to blind and burn Ryth's face before following up with a whirling slash aimed at the Blademaster's neck.

edited 25th Feb '15 3:24:32 AM by Questor

Ryth continues to fight through relentlessly, yelling in fury, with V's sword still stuck in Ryth's abdomen in a comedic manner.

The determination and endurance of this warrior showcase the many milennia he has trained for this, ignoring everything around him except his opponent, slashing, kicking, chopping, spinning and flipping like anything.

This tunnel vision of sorts allows Ryth to spot the shoulder-check coming three moves before it happens, and he blocks it easily.

The fire, not so much.

Ryth is knocked back by the flames, only his armour, capable of resisting nearly all the elements of the outside world, saving him from a nasty makeover.

Roaring, he gracefully recovers again, flowing into a rather cool-looking butterfly twist to regain his stance, weaving beautifully around the whirling slash, which misses him by a hair. Which would also make for a rather nice action movie shot, on that note.

Ryth then, instead of engaging once more, extends his hand sharply, as if throwing a knife.

Instead of a knife, however, there is rather, a blast of highly-reactive dark matter, siphoned straight from the depths of space and condensed into a volatile wave of pure darkness, not unlike that of the Super Attack in both range, area-of-effect, and power.

Instead of throwing back things, however, the pulse of strange matter will react strangely with V, compromising the integrity and screwing up the matter about it, especially that of his weapon and armour. It will find that even if his armour defends it, his weapon at the very least will have its power greatly blunted, and its own damage will be greatly reduced.

Immediately afterwards, V will find Ryth is already in the air, swinging into a second "fury flurry", beginning with a bolley kick straight to the already cracked visor, with a bout of 15 strikes and sneaky feints, followed by kicks, ensues.

His monoeye still malevolently glowing, V's form suddenly blurs as he dodges the dark bolt with far more speed than what he had displayed earlier, rather his dodge's speed was now comparable to the supernaturally fast manner his arms moved before he suddenly reappears behind Ryth and attempted to kick his head off with a ferocious jumping roundhouse. Even if it misses or is blocked, the machine does not relent and follows up with a sudden and dangerous (for both combatants) backwards stab aimed at Ryth's pelvis, with the intent of incapacitating him. The reason for his change in strategy is that he has now realized that the longer the battle goes, the greater his chances of getting destroyed will get and thus his abandonment of defense and caution for overwhelming offense.

edited 25th Feb '15 4:03:51 AM by Questor

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edited 25th Feb '15 5:20:58 AM by TheHoboTortle

I'm ready to let it end.

Posting here. I concur, let us end this.

Ryth, anticipating the dodge, whips around to face V, and while preparing to swipe, performs another flying twist to dodge the roundhouse, landing gracefully, and preparing for a fatal stab to the chest...

Then gets nailed in the lower abdomen with a nice, clean stab to an already wounded body section. Not exactly at the groin area, but it gets the job done. Ryth starts to falter slightly in his stance, surprised that he was mortally wounded by such a being. His solar blade flickers out, and he starts to stumble...

   Wha... what? How? You... fight with such prowess... and skill... from one such as you...   

Yet, with that last ounce of determination left in him, he throws himself at V, the embedded swords in his torso ruining any chance for V to counterattack, and with the added mobility of the deactivated Solar-Trans blade, he shoves the hilt into the robot's torso area, and activates it, hoping for the mutual kill of such a fine adversary.

   Then, I truly... have found such a glorious... opponent, and I... end you, with... reluctance.   

Having completely worn himself out along with all of the mechanical stress from the bout finally catching up to him, V was unable to do anything but keep the desperate attack from killing him; namely by "throwing" (more like a semi-controlled fall) himself to the side and ending up with the plasma blade ripping through his left torso, the blade almost shearing through his plasma power core, that if breached; would have spelled the end for the Machine as it would completely deplete him of his energy... Energy that is needed to keep the organic brain in his head alive, the only remnant of his former self. Even so, the damage was more than enough to dispatch the killer robot and render him unable to continue fighting as he collapses into his knees all while sparks cascade out of his ruined right arm, shattered visor and the hole on his chest.

   Sorry... But can't die... Yet... Not until... I meet... The one...   

This machine had the gall to not consider you worthy of laying him low?!

   But... You're... A close second... In my books...   

The red glow in V's eye then dies out as he goes into forced shutdown.

edited 25th Feb '15 5:38:47 AM by Questor

Ryth watches as the machine collapses, and shuts down, nodding slightly in approval to V's compliment. With his free hand clamped firmly over his wound, he limps over to V's machine body, and raises the Solar-Trans blade. Is he going to smite V's core, to ensure his opponent is down for good, and adding insult to injury while the deactivated robot is helpless?

No. The Blademaster instead raises his blade to his head, and bows sincerely to V's body (as well as he can, anyway). He would not dare to defile an opponent's body like that, even if he did consider it a lowly golem, and believing defeat from it to be humiliation.

   You fought well... lowly golem... with great prowess, skill, and determination. It is a true honour... to have defeated you in such a glorious duel, and you have proven to me... that this place can... host the worthiest... of opponents.   

He turns, and staggers away, back to his ship. He slumps down on its metal fuselage, having lost the strength to return home. Not that he needed to, for he was Deathless, and his soul would merely be reborn in a new body, and besides, as he bled out, slumped on the side of his ship, he was content, for once.

His final thought in this body was of pleasure and satisfaction. Pleasure at the fact that this land truly did host the mighty adversaries the whispers promised him, and satisfaction at the fact that he had finally met an opponent who could match his skill and prowess.

Then, a moment later, he fell still, and did not move again.

In response to his death, his craft automatically activates, lifts off, and returns home, leaving the Arena for good, as his armour immolates and disintegrates his ruined body in a flash of flame. Soon there is no trace of the Blademaster other than small burn marks and V's deactivated body.

'Twas a good, and fun duel. I'll see you around.

edited 25th Feb '15 5:57:14 AM by TheHoboTortle

Seth walks in, sword casually held behind his head.

" Another slow day, I guess."

Ahead, Seth would see V's body slumped on its knees, inert and heavily damaged.

edited 25th Feb '15 6:46:07 AM by Questor

"Another casualty of war...this is why I'm here. I'm not going to be a casualty, if the price is right."

He shakes his head in disgust.

A stormtrooper that didn't go to Imperial Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy and is competent has appeared atop the chapel.

Seth looks towards the Stormtrooper.

" Who's the man with the bucket on his head?"

The competent stormtrooper who shall be nicknamed Sam for now notices Seth. Seeing as he is a top the chapel he readies his T-28 repeating sniper rifle and stares at Seth. Sam doesn't point the gun at Seth yet.

"Where am I and who are you?" The Stormtrooper asks.

edited 25th Feb '15 7:31:13 AM by RobotTophat

Seth just shrugs.

" I don't know where we are. And my name is Seth. Just Seth."

Sam stays quiet. He takes a good look at the area and the looks back at Seth.

"...I am a soldier called a Stormtrooper. You really have no idea where we are? Because if I find out that you were lying to me then the next meeting won't be a pretty sight."

Seth just shakes his head again.

" Not at all. I just appeared here with my companions one day, and that's all we know."

Darth Revan appears.