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Merry
04-21-2014, 10:22 PM
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You find yourself in a circular battle field, the open air above you, the stars are starting their nightly dance in the sky. The multiple suns are setting low in the distance, and you can just discern the other side of this, enclosure. All your injuries sustained in previous battles have been washed away, and you are at your full strength once again. Your new battle is about to begin.

There are numerous torches around the space, flickering in the waning day light. The ground is uneven, and hard packed dirt. A dark rust coloring can be seen in spots along the ground, stained and marked from previous battles. Rocks and pieces of trees are strewn about, haphazardly, as if tossed there by creatures much larger than yourselves.

Your only covering is the few large granite stones standing in the center of the circle. Five in total. They are well over 15 feet tall, and 5 feet wide, spaced in a semi-circle across the center of the space. They might provide you with some protection, for a time. The space above you is open to the evening air, the temperature is a comfortable spring evening.

The plant life is almost non-existent. Scrub trees, and small leafless bushes, are dotted about, almost empty of life. For life here is not a guarantee. Life here must be fought for, and blood must be spilled in order to move on.

In the descending nightfall you can just make out a figure across from you, at the other edge of this circular arena. Two have entered, and so the battle begins.

You each have (5) posts, 72 hrs to respond between each post. By luck of the draw ; drakkonas is posting first.

Good luck to you both!

dakkagor
04-24-2014, 10:02 AM
Water and ice disappeared, and was replaced with hard packed, barren earth.

His suit flashed up an update on his HUD : All systems green. Even his ammunition bins where showing full loads, as if the last fight had never happened.

"Ok, round two. Looks like I won the last one."

He flipped the Ironclad suits scanners to 'active', and got an immediate thermal reading a big one. Turning to face the incredibly hot spot, he saw a massive statue of stone roughly shaped like a man. The thermal overlay showed that the creature had a molten rock heart, contained by its rocky skin.

Golem Cedric deduced. As a veteran battler of Meta-Human threats, Cedric had encountered his fair share of magical constructs. Summoned spirits and demons, angelic warriors, and conjured automata: he had seen or been briefed on them all. A Golem as hot as a volcanos heart, skinned in magical rock, wasn't too much of a surprise.

Dangerous though. If the temperature reading was right, its molten blood could burn through the Ironclad armor if he wasn't careful. Close range combat did not look like a good idea, he didn't doubt it would be immensely strong and tough.

He started forwards, his heavy footsteps pounding into the hard packed earth. On the third step his jump jets fired with a roar, sending him skyward. He angled himself to the left and upwards, landing on the top of one of the granite stones. A 15 foot perch wasn't much, but holding the high ground was always an advantage. He clamped down on the stub of volcanic rock and unlimbered the SABOT cannon.

"Now just stay still" he muttered as he centered the targeting reticule over the golem, selecting armor piercing rounds.

Low-Budget Man
04-27-2014, 08:46 PM
Monolith stared blankly directly in front of him as he was transported into another arena. He was slightly disappointed at not being able to stay in the previous arena, he wanted to stay and watch the clouds. But, he had to do as his master bids. He felt no resentment toward his master for these duties. It was just merely something he had to do.

What he had to do right now, was kill the man opposite of him, no matter the cost. Monolith stomped his way toward one of the granite pillars on his right. Monolith wasn’t the most perceptive creature in the world, but he could clearly see the machine-man had “guns”. Something his master warned him about. Monolith in response to this barred his left arm horizontally across his chest. The distance from the arm and his chest was as about a foot and a half. Thick fat pillars of rock began sprouting perpendicular to his arm. They were tightly packed together, forming a solid wall. It was similar to a tower shield.

The tower shield was several inches thick of rock and covered about his torso, head, thighs and his knees. His feet however, were relatively unprotected by the tower shield.

While his left arm went on the defensive, his right arm went the opposite way. He held his right arm around the edge of the shield and turned it into a shardgun. Although Monolith was unable to see his opponent, he remembered seeing him upon the granite pillar, right before creating the towershield. So he unleashed a hailstorm of lava filled shards toward the machine-man. About three shards were fired per second, and shards were constantly regenerating upon the stub of his left arm. If the shard makes contact, it’ll expunge it’s lava supply onto whatever it hits.

Monolith charged across the field toward the machine-man, hoping to get into a melee with him. Range combat wasn’t his strong suit, and he hoped he would be able to smash the machine-man to pieces. That would be most pleasing to his master. The sky here also looked beautiful. Perhaps he would be able to stay here a while longer after killing his target.

dakkagor
04-28-2014, 02:48 PM
Narrow Escape (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4payPuRM-Q)

He kept tracking the golem as it charged forwards, shaking the arena with its massive bulk. He frowned as it grew a thick, stony shield on its arm. That meant it had capabilities beyond simply beating things into a bloody paste with its brute strength. He resettled the cannons targeting system on the top lip of the shield, over the things crudely carved face.

Three rounds rapid should be enough to put it down hard.

Then the golem pulled up its other arm, and hot volcanic death started spitting from its club like end. The boiling rock shards flew up at Cedric, and in a reflexive response he pulled up his own left arm and deployed his integrated shield. It unfolded with a metallic clatter, the mag shield that encased it humming into life as the first obsidian shards started slashing into its surface. He felt the impacts ring out like dozens of simultaneous hammer blows. It was keeping up a fearsome hail of fire.

There was a sudden warning alarm. The heat sensor on the left arm had spiked sharply. The shardgun was dumping hot magma onto his shield, and the advanced materials where melting under the assault. Cursing under his breath, he activated the suits grenade launcher. Three grenades where thumped out in rapid succession, landing at the golems feet and exploding into obscuring black smoke and chaff. He hit the jump jets again, jumping from his current perch to another rocky outcrop and ejecting the shield in the process. It clattered to the ground a twisted and blackened mess, torn apart by the hail of murderous fire.

As he landed he deployed the sword, snapping out a four feet length of mono molecular carbon that began to heat to thousands of degrees. He could still see the golem through the smoke, its heat signature was as clear as day.

Time to go toe to toe. Otherwise it will pull me apart at range.

He fired the jump jets a final time and launched himself at his opponent, rocketing down on his opponent like a cannon ball. It took less than a second to close the gap, and as he thundered into his opponent his carbon blade jackhammered forward, all the mass of the suit and all the strength of the artificial muscle fibers behind it in one powerful, boulder splitting blow.

Low-Budget Man
05-01-2014, 03:57 AM
The sudden explosion of smoke grenades at his feet didn’t faze Monolith. The golem simply blundered on, firing his shardgun at the machine-man’s location upon the first granite pillar. After several steps, he was clear of the smoke, which gave him the prime opportunity to look for his target.

He lowered his shield and, beheld the disappearance of the machine-man. The granite pillar, the one the machine-man was previously perched on, was embedded with several shards spilling their lava down on the granite. The granite pillar was already beginning to look shorter.

Monolith switched his gaze from the pillar, and began scanning the arena with his red glowing eyes. After a few seconds, his eyes fell upon the sight of the machine-man cannon-balling toward Monolith. A wicked blade extended from his arm. Monolith rarely felt pain, but he understood death. By dying he would fail his master, and failure would not be an option.

In response, Monolith took a step forward and raised his shield arm. He also quickly changed his right hand, which was previously a shardgun, back into a normal hand. The shield block his sight, but after a second or so, he felt the blade smash through his thick shield and striking just below his left shoulder. Rock exploded from his shield as the top part of the shield was destroyed. Liquid lava began pouring out of the deadly wound.

A split-second later, the machineman landed atop of his shield, since Monolith stepped forward. He could feel his feet dig slightly deeper into the ground at the impact of the machine-man. The shield bore the brute of the machine-man’s landing, sending rocks flying once again. The shield however, still remained intact, but barely. The thickness of it was noticeable less.

With the machine-man atop of his shield, he reached out with his right arm, and grabbed hold of the machine-man’s left arm with a bonescrushing grip. Using his beastly strength, he flung the machine-man toward a nearby pillar on the right that stood about eight feet away from them.

dakkagor
05-01-2014, 10:54 AM
Cedric grunted as the blade impacted the golems shield and ground through into its body, the shock transmitted through shivering armour plates and bunching fibre bundles up his arm like he had just smacked his fist into a concrete wall. The blade had bitten through the top of the golems shield and right through its shoulder, which now oozed lava like a wounded man would bleed. But now he was standing on its shield, unbalanced and not anchored to anything. Why on earth had it stepped into the attack? Surely it would have been better to move back or away from the blow?

When its paw of a hand closed on his left arm, armour crumpling to the kinds of pressures you would get out of an industrial press, he realised why it had met his charge head on. It simply tossed him through the air like he was a rag doll, the carbon blade snapping clear off in its shoulder as he was torn off the golems shield and hurled clear across the arena. Before he could activate the jump jets, he smashed into, and through, a stone pillar. Damage alarms screamed out in his suit as the middle of the pillar exploded like an artillery shell, tumbling to the hard packed ground with a thunderous roar. He hit the ground and did his best to roll with the impact, sliding and grinding across the earth as armour dented and his body was thrown around inside the suits harness. Finally he came to a stop and rose to his feet, tasting blood in his mouth even as the suits systems groaned from the strain and abuse heaped on them.

“Ok, lets not do that again.”

A cursory glance at his readouts revealed that the back jump jets had been disabled by the impact, but the ones in his legs where fine, so his manoeuvrability was halved and he wouldn't be flying any time soon. His armour had not breached on his left arm or back, but it was hanging by a thread. A solid impact in either location had the potential to be very dangerous.

Don't show him my back then.

He settled the SABOT cannon on to his shoulder, and his feet clamped to the hard packed barren soil. He selected anti armour rounds and punched a three round burst down range, the cannon roaring and rocking the suit as the shells flashed through the air, straight at the monster.

“Lets see how you handle that.”

Low-Budget Man
05-03-2014, 11:07 PM
Monolith charged forward as soon as he had tossed the machine-man against the pillar. The machine-man smashed against the pillar, sending a small cloud of dust and rock to fly out. If Monolith was able to show emotion, he would have surely smiled like a wolf. His shield was held forward, blocking his vision. But he had a rough idea of his opponent’s whereabouts.

A few seconds later, he felt a ranged missile whistle just a hair off of his right side. The other two slammed into him, easily penetrating his pathetically weakened shield like paper. One smashed into Monolith’s abdominal region and exploded, sending a rain of lava and rock over the ground. A sizeable chunk of Monolith was missing and was pouring fiery liquid down his legs. The other shell managed to hit him right in his torso, and now Monolith was noticeably lighter. Monolith’s lifeblood flowed like a river, a fiery river. Monolith was quickly losing strength; his heart wasn’t able to replace the lava that was spilling fast enough. His supply was slowly dwindling. Although, the shells had done significant damage to Monolith, he still managed to keep up his charge. Any normal man would have nearly died. But not Monolith, the golem felt little to no pain. Monolith rumbled away at the machine-man’s defensive position.

His shield was in tatters, so he quickly severed the remains of the broken shield from his arm as he charged. It was now fairly useless anyways. The remains of the shield clattered to the dirt. With his shield gone, he had better eyes on his opponent. Instead of raising his fist to simply try to bash the machine-man, he opted for a different approach. His forward momentum, his strength, and his weight all combined to smash into the machine-man. His arms were spread out and he attempted to bear-hugged the machine-man with his powerful arms, doing so would allow for Monolith’s chest to bleed molten lava onto the machine-man’s body.

dakkagor
05-04-2014, 10:06 PM
For a second Cedric dared hope he had killed it. Two direct hits had punched clean through its defences and blasted crater like wounds in the golems stony hide. But it just kept coming, thundering across the open ground, moving inevitably forward. It was like staring down an avalanche, fighting a force of nature.

You don't fight an avalanche. You get out of its damn way.

He kept his feet braced and locked, and slammed the Ironclad suits palms into the golems hands as it came in to crush him. Warning alarms for the left arm shrilled back into life as the limb began to crumple like tissue. He knew that if it went, it would crush his arm inside the suit. The lava oozing from its body was heating his suit like a tin of beans over a campfire. Not a pleasant analogy for the guy in the suit.

So he got out of the way. He unlocked the feet clamps and with a punch of his still functioning jump jets, slammed an armoured foot up into the golems abdomen. Then he fell backwards, hauling on the monsters arms.

“Your turn to fly big guy!” He yelled as his suits muscles red-lined. He threw the golem over his head and away from him as he landed on his back. He rolled up to his feet, still baking in his suit, sweat streaking his face and chest.
The thing, in going over him, had dumped lava over his suits chest armour, and it was burning through to him. In a few seconds it would melt through the armour and set him on fire inside the suit!

“Override Two-Alpha! Eject forward plates!”

The suit rocked back on its feet as explosive bolts fired, the front armour flying clear and thumping into the earth, still smoking and red hot like freshly forged steel. The night air rushed in to meet him, and he gulped down a breath of the cold air as he checked his remaining displays. Front armour critically compromised. Left arm non responsive, and back armour pretty much gone. Any more of that his suit would fail, and he would either die or have to the fight the thing on foot, unarmed.

He brought up his right arm, and activated the SMG gauntlet. Aiming by eye now the armour couldn't feed him targeting data. He peppered the golem with fire as he backed up, a desperate plan forming. He had one more tactic he could try, but it would be a slim chance at best.

Low-Budget Man
05-07-2014, 03:46 AM
Monolith was charging at full force and had managed slammed into the machine-man, causing devastating destruction to it. Then, his world turned into a blurry mess as the machine-man, redirected the force and had flipped Monolith to the ground. His arms flailed wildly as he desperately fought to grab a piece of the machine-man, but inevitably failed. The hard-pack dirt was partially cracked as the full heavy weight of Monolith smashed onto it. Part of Monolith’s back also cracked, sending a small wicked spray of rocks scattering over the dirt. Small speckled cracks in Monolith’s armor began drooling Monolith’s lifeblood.

Monolith took a split-second to reorient myself, before slowly raising to his feet, while facing the machine-man. The machine-man had seemingly quickly recovered from his previous move, and was unleashing storm of bullets at Monolith. Monolith had never seen them before, his master had taught him what they were, but he had never seen them up close, or at all for that matter. They made such a pleasant sound. He could sit there and listen to it all day. But sadly, the sounds were directed toward Monolith, forcing the golem to take action.

Some bullets managed to embed itself in Monolith’s thick hide, others clanged off, and a few were slowly melted as the landed in the lava. A single bullet somehow, at the right angle, strength, and time, managed to hit Monolith’s red heart. It wasn’t a fatal injury or a particularly damaging one, but it touched the red heart, prompting Monolith’s eyes to widen in pain. He didn’t call out or scream, instead, he raised his hands to block the stream of bullets. His beefy arms were raised horizontally across his chest and face. If Monolith was human, he would surely be in deep pain. Being peppered to death by bullets wouldn’t be exactly enjoyable. Monolith then began his advanced toward the machine-man. He luckily wasn’t thrown a terribly far distance.

Like previously, some bullets ricocheted off of his arm, and others managed a solid hit. A couple even managed to create small streams of lava to drip. After a couple seconds of marching forward, Monolith was roughly three feet away from the machine-man. He then, opened his arms, exposing his face. He opened his dry and dusty mouth, and let loose a spray of molten lava toward the machine-man. The spray wasn’t a direct torrent; instead it was wider and covered a larger area, at the cost of more power.

dakkagor
05-07-2014, 09:17 AM
He was thumping rounds into the thing and it wasn't even slowing down. He couldn't tell if he was having any appreciable affect on the damn thing or if he was just wasting ammunition in trying to wear it down. He would have to blast it completely apart to kill it, and that left only the desperate plan he had thought up a second ago. Less than a starlings chance.

As the golem muscled forwards he backed up, but the condition his suit was in he wasn't moving fast, or even as fast as it was thundering towards him. It closed on him and then, dropping its arms, vomited a spray of molten death at right at his suit. Right at him, exposed and awfully fragile with the front armor burned away and ejected. For the first time in the whole fight he felt a real twinge of fear, the dawning realization that this could be it.

Reflexively he punched the jump jets. Damaged, they fired for a brief burst unevenly, and his suit was thrown aside. The spray caught the mangled remains of the left arm, and he frantically worked the manual control. The remaining scraps of armor, muscle fiber and steel frame fell away, turning into a sizzling puddle as explosive bolts shed the damaged limb.

He landed, just. The Ironclad suits feet clamped to the hard packed, pockmarked ground.

"Fragmentation Rounds." he snarled. He felt the autoloader respond, slotting three shells into the SABOT cannon. The cannon slid over his shoulder as the beast turned and advanced on him again.

"Abort firing pattern!" he yelled. The right arm of his suit went up, and grabbed the cannon barrel. He knew that he had a split second to improvise his weapon. If this took too long the shells would return to the magazine. With a grunt, he pulled, running the suits muscle fibers at maximum strength. With a shrieking tear the SABOT cannon came free from its housing, trailing ruined armor plate and bulky wiring for its servo motors.

Should have played more Cricket. He mused as he hefted the barrel. He turned to breach to face him, and smiled as he saw that, yes, three hefty caliber artillery shells waited for use.

His plan was actually really simple. Deliver an explosive into the central rent he had created earlier, with the armor piercing rounds. The extreme heat and impact would trigger the frag shells, currently loaded into the wreckage of the gun. And the barrel gave him the needed reach to do this and not be blown to bits by the blast himself.

A wave of lava from its corpse. . . he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

He met the things empty eyes, and charged, the suits legs eating up the ground in jump jet assisted strides.

"Quo Fas et Gloria Ducunt!" He yelled, and jammed his improvised explosive charge into the Golems chest with the force of a charging battle tank smashing into a stone wall.

Low-Budget Man
05-10-2014, 05:20 AM
Monolith was terrible battered and was “bleeding” from several wounds, some were gargantuan craters; others were tiny punctures in his thick hide. Whatever the case, the large golem was dying, his shell was slowly becoming hollow. His stony hide was dosed in lava seeping from the damage the machine-man caused. His lava supply was steadily and rapidly depleting. Soon, his heart was not able to replenish the lost supply quickly enough. The only way he would be able to survive was if he won the fight and allowed proper time to overheal himself. Something he felt would be impossible due to the perilous nature of the machine-man. There was one way to end this. Kill the machine-man and take some time to recover. Doing so would greatly appease his master. He lives to do his master’s biddings further and the machine-man is dead. Everyone wins.

Monolith turned his red eyes toward the machine-man. He was likewise injured as much as Monolith. Two bloodied titans faced each other off. Then, the machine-man tore off his cannon and used it as a sort of makeshift spear. Monolith understood he was too slow and bulky to dodge it, so instead of trying to dodge it, he ran forward as well, pushing his rocky legs to pump harder and harder. The golem’s red eyes stared down the machine-man. He raised a single thick deadly fist up to the side of his head, ready to hammer the machine-man into submission. He gave what might be his final steps as the golem charged forward.

As Monolith rushed forward, time seemed to slow. All could be heard was the pounding footsteps of the two titans as they ran to meet each other in a finale to their battle. Monolith with his left hand attempted to push the cannon away with his left hand, but sadly only managed to divert it into his lower abdomen. A long deadly black shaft was slammed right into the recently unarmored part of Monolith, sending up a spray of lava and rock bits to fly outward. Monolith continued pushing forward as the barrel pierced Monolith, tearing up another wound in the back. He desperately attempted to throw a punch. His fist reached about half an inch in front of the machine-man before explodng violently.

A bright shower of death rained outward. The night sky was illuminated by the glaring lava that was sprayed outward. Chunks and shards of rock shot outward as if from a grenade. Some flew a short distance, others flew several feet. Monolith literally went everywhere. It was like someone had just dropped their favorite toy upon the ground. For the first time, Monolith screamed in his old dusty voice. The scream was of pure pain. Anything within a mile could easily hear the poor golem scream in its horrible voice. He halted after a few seconds. Several pieces of the machine-man’s barrel had managed to pierce Monolith’s red heart. The crystal wasn’t destroyed, but it was hit, and it was breathtakingly painful. It was like getting a thousand knives stabbed into your body, getting rolled over by a steamroller, drowning in a pool of acid, and watching Jersey Shore. The pain was excruciating.

Monolith laid into to pathetic main pieces. His upper torso remained relatively intact, but just barely. His two arms stuck out of his remaining torso like two antennas. His head was also attached to the broken torso. His torso was already beginning to ooze lava. The other main piece was his legs. They were uncontrollable, being not attached from the red-heart. The thick legs were in shamble and were literally just two legs lying beside one another. The groin and waist region were completely obliterated. Well, they aren’t completely obliterated. There’s some over there, over there, and over there…

Monolith could still recover from this; all he needed was his red-heart to survive and to regenerate. All his hoped was the machine-man was dead from the blast. The death of the machine-man would allow him to complete his mission and appease his master. He would also complete his second mission of “survive”. He now had time to heal if the machine-man was dead. While he heals, he might be granted the opportunity to watch the night sky, the dazzling dark sky. Monolith, while still in pain, comforted himself with the watching the sky.

Merry
05-14-2014, 01:58 AM
She watched the battle from the start, high above, hidden in the soft clouds. She could feel the power in the blows given out by each, heard the sounds of destruction and engagement. Ever watching the damage each inflicted upon the other. She marveled in amazement that the two had lasted as long as they had. In slight awe at the sheer power that each contestant had displayed.

She saw the final blows given and knew it had reached its end. They had both fought such a valiant fight. It would be hard to determine the winner from this contest. They had scraped and clawed their way through so many others to get this far, and they deserved proper recognition for their feats of skill and battle worthiness.

With a small sad smile, she knew there could only be one winner. Only one would be moving on, yet again to face a new opponent. To gain new glory, and recognition anew. One would be returned from whence they had come, to fight again someday, somewhere else. The other would move forward to a new battle ground, a new contest with a new contestant.

With the smallest of wrist flicks everything was suddenly frozen in place. Not a muscle could move, or an eye could twitch. In the merest instant all the pain was gone, all the chaos of the battle was done, stopped, finished. They were completely immobile, for the moment. Held in stasis until the judgement could be announced.

In a loud, melodious voice that seemed to reverberate from the very stones around them the following message was heard by the contestants.

"You have both fought valiantly and it has taken great skill and strength to reach this level. Only one of you can move on to the next level of battle.

One will move ahead, while the other will be returned to the barracks to fight another day"


dakkago has won this battle



dakkagor
Writing Style: 7
-Ideas 2
-Flow 2
-Conventions 3

Effectiveness of Combat: 7
-Character Consistency 3
-Ingenuity 2
-Interaction 2

Control of the Field: 8
-Environmental Awareness 3
-Strategic Awareness 2
-Control of the Fight 3
Total : 22


Low-Budget Man
Writing Style: 7
-Ideas 2
-Flow 2
-Conventions 3

Effectiveness of Combat: 6
-Character Consistency 3
-Ingenuity 2
-Interaction 1

Control of the Field: 7
-Environmental Awareness 2
-Strategic Awareness 3
-Control of the Fight 2
Total : 20