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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 10 2014, 04:16 PM (382 Views) | |
| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Mar 10 2014, 04:16 PM Post #1 |
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Auriel, along with a small entourage of medical staff in tow, met Wraith at the base of the hill leading to the Finals arena. Gently, Blaire was handed over to the medical staff, and was whisked away to treatment. Auriel watched them leave, the green scarf on the last staff member fluttering after her. As soon as they disappeared into the fog, Auriel turned toward the towering robot. "Well done, sirrah," Auriel said, leaning on the hilt of his sword. "At long last, a winner stands astride th' defeated t' claim th' mantle o' Champion. You are th' victor o' Tournament Six. Now then... as Oi, th' Champion o' Tournament 3 can tell ye, Oi suppose this be the end o' things. Wot d' ye think? Let us speak plainly. Is this th' end? Or should there be a fight t' decide a Grand Champion?" After a short pause, Auriel smirked. "Don't get me wrong, sirrah. Oi don't mind th' tournament comin' t' an end without a --wot's it called? A Bonus Round?-- but then, provided ye wanted t' clinch a higher mantle of distinction, Oi wouldn't mind bein' yer opponent. Wot say ye?" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 10 2014, 05:44 PM.
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| Ludichaos | Mar 11 2014, 05:28 PM Post #2 |
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The mech glances down at the armoured echidna and crosses its arms as it contemplates the choice placed before it in silence. For the first time in a while its mannerisms had become more human. Auriel certainly looked to be better equipped than the other mobians Wraith had encountered during this tournament. But that didn't necessarily mean he was well equipped enough to face him. "A bonus round, eh?" Marcus finally speaks, glancing out towards the path Blaire had been carted off along just moments ago. "As it stands I've already been named the victor, just as you say. I'm sure the boys got more than enough data from this as it stands... hell, I got enough data personally: Rain missiles down on anything and it will fall. Hah." Marcus pauses once more before the mech's gaze once again shifts towards Auriel. "And to be completely honest with you, I'm not sure I want to take down another who is clearly not equipped to deal with what I'm packing. Nothing personal, I just don't see the point in hospitalising another opponent like that pup you just sent off. You may be better armoured, but it's not necessarily enough." |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Mar 11 2014, 06:32 PM Post #3 |
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Auriel cocked his head thoughtfully. "Oi admit, yer weaponry be far more sophisticated than th' tech they 'ad in Echidnaopolis, an' Oi never dabbled heavily into mechanical sciences... me brother 'ad th' 'ead fer that sort o' thing. But Oi should point out that yer response is not a yes, nor a no. An' t' be honest, while ye think Oi cannae compete, Oi've at least been watchin' yer progress. Oi'll respect yer decision if ye say no, but Oi dare say that it'll be most satisfyin' if ye say yes."
Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 11 2014, 06:38 PM.
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| Ludichaos | Mar 12 2014, 08:52 AM Post #4 |
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"That determined, eh..." Marcus' voice trails off as the mech glances skyward. Its metallic finger taps against its arm as he reverts back to silent contemplation. Though he was still certain that the echidna was outclassed in all regards when it came to equipment, there was something about his confidence that spoke to him. If he had been observing all of Wraith's matches he surely knew what it was capable of. Yet he still challenges him? He reminded Marcus of himself in days long past. And he could respect that about him. "Alright, alright. I hear ya. I think I have enough ammo left over from the last fight to avoid the usual lobby restock if necessary," Marcus speaks up as the mech moves into a more relaxed position while looking down at Auriel once more. "If you know what I'm capable of, acknowledge the technology gap between us and STILL challenge me to a fight, you've gotta be one gutsy man. Some might call you overconfident or foolish... I can't help but respect you a bit for it. So I s'pose this means I accept your challenge. Just know that I won't go easy on you." he concludes, a gruff laugh following his final statement. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Mar 16 2014, 12:50 PM Post #5 |
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'Ah, good,' Auriel thought. 'I expected no less from you.' "Heh!" Grinning widely, Auriel left his sword pinned in the ground long enough to unclasp his shield from his back. Loosening the straps that held it in place, he relocated it to his arm, grasping its handle firmly in his hand. With the other, he secured his helmet on his head, though with the visor raised. The cloud cover could be seen through the fog, though grey enough that it might as well be completely merged with the fog below it. Grasping his sword once more, Auriel hauled it out of the earth, whirled it about himself once or twice and ended the maneuver with the tip pointing straight at Wraith. As he did so, he began his footwork, stepping with a circular trajectory that led him back and to his left, favoring his shield side. It would be curious to see the next move from Wraith. It was plain that Wraith (or rather, the person controlling the futuristic, metallic homunculus) preferred not to kill outright. So too with him, but it remained to be seen if Wraith was inhabited by whomever was controlling him, or not. If not, then rendering him into pieces of scrap without harming anyone wouldn't be too hard to accomplish. Though his hand grasped the shield handle, he moved his fingers in an archaic gesture, and he began muttering an incantation. "Omnipotent pow'r, creator o' all things, Forged by th' Ancient Walkers, from Eternal Chaos, Throw off thy false garments an' reveal thy true form..." Though the wind whistled, and the dull roar of the rain pattered off Auriel's armor and Wraith's carapace, Auriel could now feel the hackles of energy around him rising, straining to answer his call. "O elements o' thunder, swift in th' sky, You who make th' earth an' air tremble wit' yer voice, Oi yer master call upon yer awesome power..." About the two combatants, the air began to tingle with expectation, like static electricity building towards its inevitable release. Auriel's sword began to glow with a halo of luminescence, as though caught in the sight of a roaring bonfire. Power that smashes, Oi call upon ye now, Let th' fire Oi summon be th' vehicle o' yer wrath. The sword hadn't been pulled cleanly from the ground, and flecks of dirt clung stubbornly to the blade. It would do for bridging the gap. Lightning - true lightning, not the paltry, conjurer's trick of lightning - was composed of very different elements, and its scientific composition could be easily explained in layman's terms: when positive particles met their negative counterpart, the resulting electric channel races between the two, bridging heaven and earth in that brief instant of chaotic fury. To those with a less modern background, it could be explained in terms of elements: earth, being the foundation of charged particles, provided the link, water provided the bridge, and fire races across its span. Auriel's sword became alight, the halo of fire roaring with an ethereal intensity that set off heat blooms in thermal imagery. It was a fire that could not be snuffed out, an elemental hunger that would not be sated until it completed that which Auriel had summoned it for. As he paced around his course, the toes of his boots dug deep, scraping ever more dirt onto them. And he held his hand steady, his eyes burning with focus and purpose, waiting for the moment of release. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 16 2014, 06:58 PM.
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| Ludichaos | Mar 23 2014, 06:09 PM Post #6 |
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Wraith watches its opponent carefully as Auriel repositions himself, the mech moving back a little and to its left aswell, almost mirroring his movements to a degree. "Oh, so we're going to do this right here and now? Ch'eh, I can live with that." Marcus responds confidently. The mech's metallic fists slam together with a loud clang accompanied by a few sparks. Normally this would be the point where he'd rush in for a pre-emptive strike, but it seemed that the echidna was up to something. And soon enough that proved to be true. In a spectacular show of his control over the elements, Auriel has set his sword alight through some sort of enchantment. A flame that seemed to shrug off the moisture in the rain that was currently falling. "Another animal with powers... no breaks for me, it seems." Marcus ponders as he stares down Auriel, thinking of his next move. "Are you sure this was a wise idea? You didn't even give me time to patch you up," A familiar voice spoke over Wraith's communications system. It was the mechanic. "And the term is 'Mobian'." "What... how the hell are you in my head?! And I'll be fine, the pup barely scratched me." Marcus replies, a little confused and annoyed. "You're wired into a machine, of course your thoughts come up on a comms channel. It's designed that way so you can talk without enemies hearing you," The mechanic explains, the sound of a packet crackling coming through on his side as he shoves some sort of snack into his mouth. "Anyway, just wanted to tell you good luck. You'll need it. I'll be ready to put you back together when it's all over." "Wait, I'm not done with you!" Marcus waits for a response... silence. The channel had been shut off on the mechanic's side. This left Marcus frustrated and determined to have words with him later. But of course there were more important matters at hand. "The sword alone I might have been able to handle, but I've got a bad feeling about whatever he did to it just now. If I rush in I'm asking for it... and I'm not sure I want to jump straight to the missiles again. Especially not after the last match's result. So I guess that leaves one option..." If Auriel wanted to fight with swords, then Wraith was happy to oblige. Grabbing hold of the center-most stake on his left arm with his right hand, removing it from the buckler slowly. The green glow of the Plasma Blade reflects off the mech's armour faintly as it's curved blade of energy takes shape, the drizzle around its immediate area evaporating due to its heat. There was a saying about fighting fire with fire. Marcus could only wonder if the same applied for plasma and fire. "Haven't really had a chance to use these since the tournament started. This looks like a good time to see how they fare," Marcus comments as Wraith points the tip of the blade towards Auriel for a moment before holding it closer to itself at a slightly diagonal angle, the tip matching up with its left shoulder. "Let's do this!" Wraith's movement systems roar into action as it charges Auriel and quickly closes the gap with its blade at the ready. As soon as it gets close enough it draws the blade back by moving its right arm up and to the left, quickly slashing at a downward and right angle towards Auriel's sword, hoping to catch him off guard and potentially disarm him. Marcus wasn't entirely sure what Auriel's equipment was composed of, but he was fairly confident it wouldn't be able to withstand the heat of a blade made of pure plasma. With any luck the blades would clash and Auriel would be left with a sliced sword. Or at least that's what Marcus was hoping for. ---------- EN Reserves: 170/200 S.Missile Ammo: 4/5 |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Apr 23 2014, 02:51 PM Post #7 |
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Auriel's brow had furrowed when Wraith brought out his sword, energizing it with a strange energy that reflected with a greenish hue. There was no telling what had just happened, or what had brought about the strange effect, but as archaic as he knew he was, he was no dullard. There was no way in hell that he would try to tangle with that sword while that effect was crackling along its blade; not without knowing what it was capable of doing. Wraith assumed a combat stance, holding the blade at an angle. For his part, Auriel responded with a "half-stance," still circling away and to the side from his much larger opponent. The problem with any stance is that, in the moments leading toward the strike, anyone could ‘transmit’ their intent to their opponent. It was a tell, similar to minute reactions in a good poker game, and it seemed that Wraith’s ‘tell’ (if he followed through with it) was bringing its sword up, aligning with its left shoulder. "Hmm." Auriel maintained his composure, holding his sword hand in front of him as he circled back and to his left. With a pitched, metallic whine, engine turbines ignited and Wraith committed himself to a charge, furiously closing the distance between the two combatants. In response, Auriel changed direction and doubled his pace, skipping side-wise and to his right. Before impact, Wraith’s humanoid frame articulated, bringing the sword back as a precursor to striking down and to the right. For a homunculus, it was a very mortal tell. Perhaps Wraith was piloted after all? Auriel moved. The plasma imbued sword came down where it was expected to connect with Auriel’s fire wreathed blade. Auriel responded in kind, sweeping upward with one hand and shouting loudly, a clarion call to end his suspended spell. "Destructive thunder!" Auriel’s eyes closed. In the instant before the two swords met, light erupted between the two combatants as bright as the sun. The fire screamed to life, the three elements of water, fire and earth combining to create lightning. It was as pure as any thunderbolt in the middle of a torrential downpour, screaming in elemental fury, and yet it was still restrained, waiting for that all-important connection. That connection came, and a curious thing happened. Modern physics shows that lightning is merely a phenomena of plasma, a natural form that discharges itself once magnetically charged particles connect along a channel from cloud to ground. This sort of information would not have made an impact on Auriel’s limited knowledge of the sciences, but considering the effect to follow, it wouldn't matter in the long run. In this case, the lightning had nowhere to go, being restricted to Auriel’s blade up until it made contact with Wraith’s sword. The resulting discharge of thirty thousand amperes raced into Wraith’s blade, combining with the energy output from Wraith’s plasma field and racing wherever it wished from that contact. The side effects weren't nearly so kind. Lightning strikes produce brief temperature spikes of fifty thousand Kelvin, and the resulting expansion of air from heat created a shockwave as it compressed air around it. The shockwave threw Auriel clear from the clash of swords, and he landed on his back a few feet away. His armor’s appearance was a bit subdued, but his visible clothing was scorched, as was his sword. Indeed, the part of the blade that came into contact with Wraith’s blade was scorched black. Auriel slowly staggered to his feet, his ears ringing. Sparing a glance at his sword, he picked at the point of contact; a small piece of steel came away from the edge, and he grimaced under his mask. An instant later, Auriel started with a charge of his own, sprinting toward the black, towering homunculus with the intent of cutting around armour to the delicate innards. He would discover if the robot was crewed or remotely piloted. He hoped for the latter, for that would make things infinitely easier for him. |
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| Ludichaos | Apr 25 2014, 10:53 PM Post #8 |
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It all happened so fast. With another part of the echidna's incantation uttered aloud the two combatants were engulfed by a bright flash of light as lightning was called forth from the flames that once covered his blade. An impressive trick, but not enough to knock back Wraith's oncoming blade. Or so he thought. The resulting shockwave from the blast knocked the pair their seperate ways. Wraith's sheer bulk prevented it from being knocked clear off its feet. The mech drags along the ground, making two shallow trenches before coming to a stop roughly a foot away, standing stout. However, it was not entirely unscathed from the clash. The discharge between the blades had served to temporarily fry its optical sensors: Wraith was blind. "What the hell... not again," Macrus mutters as the mech's free hand moves to its visor, stopping as it taps against the hard glass. "Oh, that's right. I don't have those any more." "I told you it wouldn't be easy," a familiar voice chimes in. "Auriel is a cut above most of the Mobians you've met so far. He's not a past champion for nothing." "You again! What did you mean b-" "Focus. You may be blind, but you're still in battle: What do you think he will do if he catches on?" "Well, how about you give me a h-" "Can't do that. That'd basically be cheating. I will suggest that you get moving. Make a convincing performance of it. Your visor will be back online soon, stall until then." The line falls silent again. Marcus can't help but growl. Was this mechanic's only job to annoy him? Still, he had a good point. But in his current state there wasn't much he could do. He can't aim his missiles if he can't see where his opponent was. That last clash had shown that Auriel was quite perceptive too. Swinging wildly wasn't going to do him much good. "Fine... if that's the way I've gotta play it." Wraith brings the already drawn Plasma Blade towards its head, hovering the hilt around its mouth plate. A set of clamps emerge from within the helmet, tightly fastening the blade in place, effectively holding it within its 'mouth'. With its hands now free it grabs hold of the remaining two plasma stakes, drawing two more identical glowing blades of plasma and taking hold of one in each hand. With all three blades drawn it moves into a more defensive stance, holding the two blades before it in a loose cross shape. "Just gotta hold out until I can see again. Easy, right?" Though unable to see, thankfully Wraith's auditory sensors were still online. For the most part he could hear a combination of the hum of his blades, along with the light pattering of the rain against the metallic armour. Nothing beyond that for a while... until the clattering of armour increased in volume from directly in front of him. It seemed that Auriel intended to close the gap. "Not a bad trick you have there!" Marcus calls out. "Can't say I was expecting that from you. But I won't fall for it twice!" The mech stands resolute as it awaits the incoming attack. There was no telling what direction it would come from, or when it would, but it was defninitely coming. Marcus could only hope his instincts were just as sharp as they'd always been. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | May 25 2014, 08:35 AM Post #9 |
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