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| Hath no Honor; Blue Onyx vs. Khronos | |
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| Topic Started: 6 Oct 2008, 03:04 AM (190 Views) | |
| Khronos | 6 Oct 2008, 03:04 AM Post #1 |
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You wanted it. You got it. A wicked Cheshire smile was plastered on the picturesque face that was designed by the some of the greatest minds of the time. His eyes reflected no emotion for their was no soul to represent. However, they possessed a particular shine like a child with his newest toy. The robotic humanoid had found a toy, a delightful opponent to challenge him in the game he most loved to play. Death was a game. And he never lost. The synthetic muscles twitched with excitement and his finger tips graced the blade at his side. There was the urge to remove it from its sheath and shred whatever came upon his path, but he refrained from doing so. There was no fun in deaths that ended so simply, so shortly. One had to make it last as long as possible till the opponent would want nothing more than to die. The smile grew. The semi-automatic pistol resided in his other hand, his finger already on the trigger. Just a little more pressure and the bullet would speed past the sound barrier with a loud BANG and rush through flesh. It was a pleasurable thought considering the being had no real flesh, only the complex synthetic system covering his being. Xenos resided on the outskirts of a long abandoned city, a sort of ghost town that housed only a few individuals with nowhere else to go. The city itself had seen better days, its buildings long past its former glory. Many were broken in with gaping holes in their rusting structures. The dirt road on which he stood had been asphalt at one period of time. Black pebbles were scattered about representing a time long gone. The image that was presented seemed something like a western duel. The two men would draw their guns and fire from point blank range till only one stood. The winner. The one allowed to walk away with pride. With his head. The synthetic being was amused at the historical thought. A duel. How honorable. If only honor mattered to this machine. |
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| Blue Onyx | 6 Oct 2008, 04:31 AM Post #2 |
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Arerak's massive legs pounded the hard earth. He was on his way to a battle, and a smirk was playing on his face. The being of the new era he was to duel with seemed to think that it's precious 'technology' could fare against a 6000 year old demon. Guns and metal were no match for raw Other-worldly energy. Pushing both his legs off the cracked ground, Arerak launched himself into the air, travelling in the sky over a mile of land. After a mere five seconds, he dropped towards the duel venue. The place was a wreck. Wrecked buildings, the scent of ghosts in the air. The town people's angry spirits tried to push him out of the sky, but he batted them away. "Get away." he growled. "Lest I lock you in the Other-world!" That scared them. Living as an eternal ghost was horrible, but the demon-home was a place of unimaginable horror. He knew all to well. Before he could remember the terrors he saw in that ghastly place, the dusty concrete road came to meet him. The ground he'd landed on was cracked deeply, and his weight had sent a huge ripple along it. Arerak looked up through the rising dust. There was a puny human infront of him. It had one of it's species trademark weapons in one hand. The demon's red eyes glanced at the black sheath at the human's waist. A sword? he thought. At least this weakling knows how to fight properly. It's face, upon closer inspection, was made up of many plates and wires. Disgusting. thought Arerak. Changing your appearance with metal and electricity. Then he stood, and awaited the cyborg's reaction. Edited by Blue Onyx, 6 Oct 2008, 04:33 AM.
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| Khronos | 6 Oct 2008, 04:59 AM Post #3 |
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Ground trembled beneath his tennis shoes as his enormous foe made his appearance. In physical comparison, it was obvious who seemed much more superior. The robotic humanoid was a smaller being, his physique hardly half of his opponent. However, Xenos's size should not have been taken into consideration for, unlike human beings, his physical prowess had almost nothing to do with his smaller physique. He had been engineered to surpass these human limits. To do better. To do so much more. Raising the Model 1911, Xenos allowed his other hand to come into contact with it, as if he was...clapping. The cyborg was clapping at his opponent's arrival. As he made this gesture, a wicked smile graced his features, the minuscule plates that constructed his face flexed in accordance. "I loved your entrance. So...flashy." His constructed voice was a velvet baritone, thick with sarcasm and pleasure. The fake human flicked the gun in a similar movement as if he had fired it, but nothing exploded from the barrel. In truth, Xenos hadn't even pulled the trigger. His tinted unnecessary sunglasses reflected daylight before the true shot was really fired. The movement was fluid and his arm acted as it did with any blade, only a bullet was the end result. The BANG echoed, ending all silence this ghost town possessed. It disturbed and woke all. His aim was rare for error with his eyes calculating much more than by the fair 20/20 vision a human being was given. The large head of his opponent was the target, particularly the midst of his forehead. His mechanical mind was already swirling with calculations predicting several outcomes. Xenos's synthetic being tensed, prepared for a retaliation. The duel had ended. And the game had begun. |
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| Blue Onyx | 6 Oct 2008, 05:19 AM Post #4 |
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Arerak's fanged jaws opened in a smile. The bullet sped towards him, and the cyborg did nothing but watch it spin through the air. The demon was fully capable of dodging the metal nut, but he was going to show this human that no weapon of his kind could fell something from the Other-world. He leaped up the to the tiniest height, just rearranging his body towards the bullet. It connected with the flesh on his chest, travelling in only a small amount before halting with the layer of demon skin he had grown in the Other-world. Landing softly, he pulled the nut out with his obsidian black claws, flicking it towards the cyborg. "Yes, thank you." he said cheerfully. "I've been practicing that landing for a while now." Then he gave a toothly grin and charged forward, snatching a chunk of the road out as if a pebble. Edited by Blue Onyx, 6 Oct 2008, 05:20 AM.
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| Khronos | 7 Oct 2008, 02:42 AM Post #5 |
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The metallic weapon was flicked away like a speck of useless dust. The electronic being failed to watch it scatter. His attention rested on something far more important, the incredible skin covering his supernatural foe. It was curious, considering Xenos had never encountered such a protection that was actually a part of the being and not constructed. His own shell was a solid protector from bullets and the like, but it was mechanical, engineered by great scientific minds. However, what was this individual composed of? Surely it was nothing of man made substances, it was far too natural to be constructed of metal. Nonetheless, regardless of this being's origin, he would surely prove to be a more than worthy player in this game. The enormous creature of somewhat a man, charged forth, his footsteps felt heavy as the ground trembled beneath the robotic humanoid's feet. The fake humanoid did not blink, it was unnecessary, nor did he hesitate at the intimidating being storming forward. The large slab of worn asphalt gripped tightly in the monster's hand, but was held with ease. Xenos pressed his foot back, bending his knees to allow better use of his constructed thigh muscles. With unnatural strength, he pushed forth, breaking away from gravity's grip, launching himself several feet into the air. His perch was the enormous slab of aged road the hell forged being had ripped from the ground. The landing was soft, almost graceful and rested almost frog like on the rock. "It required practice? How fascinating." His head was titled to the side in a child-like fashion, a twisted smile contorting his features. The pistol still rested in his hand, his finger tip brushing the trigger. The barrel exploded with force as the bullet was propelled forward, this time from a much closer distance. The cyborg knew the weapon appeared useless thus far but further experimentation wouldn't hurt. After all, it wasn't as if the bullet couldn't penetrate this seeming natural defense. It only had deeper to dig. Once the bullet was fired, Xenos slipped off the rock landing cat-like on the ground. His back facing his great opponent, who according to every calculation his mind had created, would survive that blow to the head. "You wouldn't attack a man from behind, would you?" Wicked in voice, with a suitable smile. His slender digits pushed up the sliding sunglasses. |
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| Blue Onyx | 7 Oct 2008, 06:05 AM Post #6 |
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Arerak watched in surprise as the metal-man easily dogded his charge, then fired once again from it's miniature metal bow and arrow, this time aimming for the demon's skull. The steel nut gave a sting on contact, but nothing enough to alter the massive demon's structure or actions. Once again his pitch black nails swiftly flicked the bullet out of his system. He wheeled around to the cyborg behind him, swinging his muscular elbow around to meet the plated face of his foe. "I would attack a man from behind even if he was unarmed and harmless." he growled. "As I have no honour." The demon's raised one of his eyebrows in hating curiousity. "Do you?" Arerak's blood-red demon eyes met the steel being's neon lens. He could see it was similiar to him. It liked to kill, without meaning, just for the fear of the victim. This battle was going to be fun. Edited by Blue Onyx, 7 Oct 2008, 06:07 AM.
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| Khronos | 12 Oct 2008, 11:43 PM Post #7 |
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The force from the blow making contact with his synthetic skin was much more than he had anticipated, however, it would still not be enough to break this metallic defense. The cyborg's epidermis stayed in contact, not a plate out of place. He smiled that infamous Cheshire grin as he slowly turned to face his enormous opponent. His eyes flickered upwards, as the hell spawn towered over him. "Hon..or..." The synthetic being played with every syllable as it rolled off his tongue. His electronic mind was already at work figuring every definition there was for the word "honor". There were several but the general meaning was the same. "No... I don't." The robotic humanoid was now absolutely certain that bullets were useless at this current point. The weapon may come to use for him later, but as of now, it would hardly perform the damage necessary to eliminate this monster. Instead, Xenos would have to resort to something more Medieval. His free hand gripped the handle of the sheathed blade at his side. In a swift movement, he removed it from the black covering, and the metal glinted in the dusty sun. The gun was discarded to the ground to be picked up when necessary. Xenos went on the offensive again, this time, a two foot blade in hand. Being in such close proximity to his opponent, it was simple. The cyborg leaped up to shorten the distance between his blade and the demon's head. Then with the unnatural strength that he possessed he swung the blade in attempt to decapitate his foe. |
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| Blue Onyx | 14 Oct 2008, 09:25 AM Post #8 |
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Arerak was slightly annoyed by his massive muscle-encased arm bone simply clanking on contact with the cyborg's steel infrastructure, although it was slightly expected - despite the demon's habit to underestimate his foes. After finishing his encounter with annoyance, the lumbering demon calmly watched his enemy unsheath another human weapon. Arerak was familiar with this one though, he had learnt of it after waking in a previous era, when the hair-less primates tended to fight for the appreciation of their simple-minded peers in large 'colisseums'. Arerak smiled when he rememered that. Unfourtunately his memory was cut short by the sight of the cyborg creature jumping and holding it's blade posed to strike. Turning feet first, Arerak twisted the rest of his massive structure of flesh to face the sharp shining edge heading towards the muscled tendons in his neck. He thrust his arm up to cover his neck arteries, knowing that the blade would stick into his forearm pretty firmly without slicing it in two. He was right. The sword connected with his thick limb, instantly going through the remains of human on him before digging in and halting at the purple shell of demon energy protecting his bone, bloodstream and muscle. Because the blade was an advanced version of what Arerak had encountered before, it was much sharper and slimer, so it made a fair deal into the demon-shell. The down point for the cyborg was that the demon-shell was also a quick healing substance. Acting as if alive, the purple hide glued itself to the part of the sword that had made it through, and Arerak quickly twisted his arm away from his body, leaving his enemy vulnerable. Arerak grinned, and brought his right arm strongly towards the metal being's slender jaw, at the same time swinging his right knee up between the cyborg's legs. If the tin-man was even slightly human, it would feel that. |
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| Khronos | 19 Oct 2008, 08:54 PM Post #9 |
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A miscalculated occurrence but it could be dealt with. Surely such an enormous foe should have realized it was a bit more difficult to hit someone upwards who stood from such a smaller stature. Apparently, the demon did not. The sword was a loss, but the hell spawn would have to remove the metal sooner or later. Xenos made no attempt to remove the blade, but instead focused on the retaliated attacks. They were easily avoidable despite the close proximity of the two. The cyborg wasted hardly any effort avoiding the blow aimed at his more tender region. Although whether this being could really reproduce was still questionable. Using his grip on the handle of his sword and the fact that it was so tightly merged with the demon's skin, he used it to push himself back at a greater force and speed that would have been expected from his legs alone as they bent. He released his grip in time to come backwards several feet from his large demonic opponent. His metallic skin still intact. "See me comin to town with my soul. Straight down out of the world with my fingers. Holding onto the devil I know. " The tone was musical and played off his lips in perfection. The usual smile contorted his features. His tinted glasses were cracked from the previous contact with his foes large extremities. He pushed up the thin silver frame with the appropriate slender finger. "All my troubles'll hang on your trigger. Take your eyes and your mind from the road. Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aiming. Don't forget to pick up what you sow. Talking trash to the garbage around you." The fake human continued to sing with that same terrible smile. Was he enjoying himself or becoming bored? Or had singing suddenly becoming his amusement for passing the time? His expression had the answer for them all and yet none at all. His speed was incredible and maybe unexpected. He came forward ready to engage in even more primitive combat, hand-to-hand. His iron hands were clenched into fists and as he got closer, he leaped up to make contact with the demon's left jaw line. |
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| Blue Onyx | 20 Oct 2008, 04:32 AM Post #10 |
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OOC: Khronos, can you post a bit more regularly? If that's alright. IN: Arerak frowned. What was the cyborg doing? It seemed to be doing a kind of...musical act with it's voice. Pathetic. Such a nieve being. Then he was jolted back into reality with a sharp pain in his left forearm. The sword had moved into a different angle, piercing his muscle slightly. He wrenched it out, and hurled it towards the cyborg. The blade stabbed into the dirt where the tin-man had been poised a moment before. Arerak had just realised where the being was, when it's metal boot-sole thundered into his jaw-bone. It hurt - alot, but Arerak recovered quickly, tracing the trickle of blood dripping down his chin. He could feel a large bruise on the left side of his face, but ignored it, reaching towarrds the cyborg's ankle. |
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| Khronos | 20 Oct 2008, 05:03 AM Post #11 |
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I'll let it slide. Just this ONCE. It was there! THERE! A thin delicate line of crimson sliding down his chin in an almost eloquent manner. His eyes widened with delight. This was what he had been waiting for, the precious liquid of life that filled every living being. Xenos would have danced, had it been possible at this current moment, but gravity had not yet gripped him yet. Instead, someone was keep him from physics' laws. His man-made ankle was gripped by the demonic hand of his opponent, placing him in a rather awkward position. Nonetheless, the cyborg took advantage of his current situation. Fortunately, the synthetic being was wise enough to carry more than one firearm on his person. After all, the best things come in pairs. The pistol seemed to slip out of his side and into his free hand. It had been amongst his person the entire time to be used when necessary, and right now was a better time than any. "I wonder if you will have children." No accent just vocals thick with sarcasm. The barrel exploded into life releasing three shots in sequence. In total, it was about a period less than three seconds as the bullets shattered the sound barrier and sped towards their designated target. To repay the favor, Xenos was kind enough to target the hell creature's genital area. Add close proximity with three bullets and the groin. Do the math. Ouch. E-pro. |
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| Blue Onyx | 20 Oct 2008, 05:25 AM Post #12 |
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Arerak saw the bullets erupt from the barrel, but he knew it was futile to even attempt to dodge the metal nuts. The metal nuts heading towards his nuts. They made contact, giving a spurt of blood and an explosion of pain. Arerak leaped back, pulling the cyborg with him, and hurled the tin-man into one of the wrecked buildings. The demon fell onto his back, and roared at the cyborg. He did not intend to ever reproduce with a female - not that any would want to - but still he was deeply angered. OOC: what will you let slide? Edited by Blue Onyx, 20 Oct 2008, 05:37 AM.
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| Khronos | 26 Oct 2008, 10:14 PM Post #13 |
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The complex mechanical humanoid structure collided with the mass of frame work. The steel gave way, bending in harsh noise as gravity pulled Xenos back to the ground. Pain should have been experienced next, but the cyborg had never been programmed to feel any. Instead all he felt was the cold the metal around his synthetic being. Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground, the debris scattering as he moved. Near him, rested the pistol and as he rose, he picked it up as well. A smile of satisfaction danced across his face as the hell creature roared in pain. It was a sound much more musical and appealing to him than anything else. His own melody of words paled in comparison. The air was rich with blood, and the ground was crimson. His smile grew as he approached the fallen demon. One slender digit rested on the trigger. His sunglasses were gone, lost in the metal mess that his body had created. The emotionless eyes looked unblinkingly at its target still resting on the ground. "Get up. You'll be easier to shoot." |
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| Blue Onyx | 27 Oct 2008, 06:28 AM Post #14 |
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Arerak clutched his inners, gritting his teeth against the unbearable pain. The cyborg had simply stood back up from the collision, and was approaching the demon. Channelling some demon energy down, he slowly felt the delicate human tissue stitch itself up. As the tin-man pointed it's gun at Arerak's cranium, the demon kept acting in pain. He groaned for a period, still holding his testicals. Then he abrubtly thrust his fist up towards the gun and leaped forward, his massive shoulder smashing into the cyborg's torso. "Stop pointing that potato gun at me, metal-face!!" |
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