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<Sigma> I've gotta admit, she's got an impressive resume. Brimstone, Libera, Rho, Strosek, Kappa, even my own Mark II, who I've only ever tied with. Then again, I've only seriously tried to kill Demon Blade one time. It is truly a rare thing for me to get a fight where I can use my blades to their full potential without killing my opponent instantly. Of course, if she's just going to charge at me... I didn't move, simply stood there, hands in my pockets, as she charged in. Just shy of actually getting to me, she abruptly jerked to the side and swung around behind me. I allowed myself a grin. "You've got good instincts there," I complimented as she swung her arms in at me, and three blades shot out from both of my shoulders to neatly sever them. Back kick to the stomach and chest, one roundhouse to the head, and I'm still standing in the same place I started in, hands still in my pockets. "But instincts aren't gonna get you a win against me." Her severed arms came to life at my statement to punch at me. I warded them off using only my legs. Good thing these pants are well padded, or those punches might have actually hurt. This, of course, was merely a distraction for Mithril to charge up an attack and fire it at me. Didn't hear the name, but it's a big metal spear. I generated a blade from my forehead and headbutted it in half. "Now you're just showing off," Mithril accused, tapping her foot. I flashed her an innocent grin. "Nonsense! I always block large, sharp objects with my face." "Block this then," she replied, and then launched five more. I frowned. "Well I only have one face..." I lamented, hopping into the air and, in a whirl of energy blades, slicing all five to pieces. I landed with at least a dozen blades along my arms and legs, hands still firmly in pockets, grin still on my face. "Throwing huge numbers of sharp things at me isn't gonna work too well either. I may not be as fast as Kappa, as strong as Rho, or as flashy as Libera... but what I do have is the ability to generate a limitless number of energy blades from any point on my body that can cut through anything in the universe. And they come out at the speed of light." I tilted my head. "In retrospect, maybe I've got the better deal here." Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> Listening to Sigma blather on and on about his power, I will admit that he's made the most of what he's got, what with the CQC skill and the really long, thin blades. This, however, brought up further questions, such as if he can generate laser blades from that orb at the end of his stalk, or if he can produce said blades from body parts separated from him (a severed arm, pools of his blood splattered along the walls, etc). Unfortunately for him, I'm not helpful enough to give him those ideas. Nor do I particularly feel like engaging in his "I'm not as adjective as person what's-hir-face" rant, as it's really just a transient issue for me. "Yes, you were given formidable powers from the Experiment-maker-people, oh talented-special-gifted-person, congrats congrats," I clapped sardonically. Being given powers by someone else? An unimpressive and silly reason for self-esteem, and a poor choice for conversation. "But what I will give you a genuine compliment on is training yourself up to fight so well and to use your power so well, stuff like that," I told him. "Anyways, yeah, we were fighting," I stated, letting streams of liquid metal drip down my body, forming a pool of said liquid metal at my feet. Globs of liquid metal floated around me, in a slow orbit. "I think, for this fight, I'll go with something like this," I hissed, hurling large streams of liquid metal at Sigma. Hacking at said jets of liquid metal with laser blades proved less effective than hacking at my solid constructs (since, yanno, said liquid metal attack just clumped back together), so Sigma simply sidestepped that and steadily approached me. To be fair to Sigma, yeah he did stop the additional liquid metal attacks that I said his way, but it required quite a bit more blades and slashing on his end. Thwart CQC with unpredictable attacks via shapeshifting? Yeah, I'm doing that. Striking low, striking high, spouts of liquid metal literally fired from the hip, not fighting in a predictable way but attacking as an amorphous, odd-moving blob? Sure. Mitigate the ability of his cutting blades to block attacks by using liquid metal attacks that can just clump together again? Doing that. Both this and the above seems to be at least a decent Plan A. "Yeah, because of the laser blades, I suppose that somewhat merits something different. But first, something simple: Iron Wave," I intoned, bringing down a large tsunami of liquid metal towards Sigma. |
<Sigma> "Hmm..." I contemplated as the huge metal wave approached. "Oh hey, I know what this reminds me of! Fighting Beta," I finally said, and then jumped through the wave in a whirl of blades. The entire wave disintegrated behind me as I sliced it into scattered droplets, and then cut those too. I question which takes more effort, me generating blades or her generating metal? Because my blades take almost nothing. Two streams of liquid metal shot toward me and coiled around, probably looking to crush me. I spun on my toes and sliced the whole stream to ribbons. You can reform a liquid, certainly, but not if I disintegrate the liquid in question. That said, I have no intention of dancing about with streams of metal all day long, so let's cut to the chase. Namely the part where I am suddenly directly over Mithril with an axe kick prepared. She jumped back... not far enough to avoid the blade vertically bisecting her, though. I spun, lashed out with my foot and another blade for a horizontal bisection, then spun twice more for a pair of diagonal bisections. The eight diced pieces of her promptly split up, bounced around me, and formed into clones. Four of them immediately splattered, the other four jumped in to attack. I sliced one's head off, rather literally disarmed another, and slammed my fists into the remaining two. One lost cohesion, the other slugged me in the face. So I slugged her back, with added laser blade. She swerved her fist downward when I generated a blade from my face and clobbered me in the chest instead, knocking the wind out of me. I sliced a few fingers off as she withdrew her hand, and she dashed away before I could bring my arm around to chop through her. But I've reached melee range now. Once I'm there, getting rid of me tends to be rather more difficult. You can't mount a defense against a blade that cuts anything. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> Analysis of my fights against Adaptrix and Demon Blade reveal an important similarity in how I won: Both battles ended because my opponent overextended with a huge attack that I withstood with my high defenses, draining Adaptrix's energy reserves in the former case and s***tering DB's blades in the latter instance. In both fights, my high defenses led to me turning the tide of battle, which in turn led to me seizing victory. So it's at least somewhat important that I make efficient use of my energy reserves in this battle. Just from a mere glance at Sigma's power, I'd guess that it's probably quite energy-efficient, and, according to him, it is definitely a potent offensive power, allowing him to cut anything. Or so he says. However, anyone that's taken any look at Sigma at all will notice that he has scars. That alone suggests that he can be hurt and his defenses aren't perfect; therefore the course of action isn't to stall away like a dumbass and get cut down. No, the plan is OFFENSE. Break him before he breaks me. And I have just the energy-efficient means to do that. I slammed my foot into the ground. Massive spouts of liquid metal shot up from the ground. Sigma merely generated blades on his feet and everywhere else, so as to cut up the streams. I simply stepped backwards into a geyser of liquid metal before he destroyed said geyser, exiting from another geyser of metal on the other side of the arena. Sigma did his fancy "suddenly appear right by me" trick again, slicing me into a few pieces. And that was when the chunks of earth attacked. More specifically, golems. Essentially substitutes for my usual cloning thing; use of the earth as a mass substitute, covered and stuck together with liquid metal and strings, with both used to move them. Lower energy costs but weaker than my normal clones. Zerg rush. Lots of golems charged him, lots of golems got cut up. I let loose a "Iron Multipunch" with multiple generated arms, he cut those up and sliced off my legs, I retaliated by smacking him with fists shot out of my face and torso, then split up into multiple multiarmed clones with lasers. He cut those clones down, was cut by metal strings he didn't manage to see, one golem slammed an anvil on the back of his head and was promptly cut apart by Sigma. And that's when I threw in the liquid metal streams that shot razor floss and lasers, as well as the metal sharks. He slammed his fists into the sharks, did a spin move that deterred charging and cut up the liquid metal streams, got a few cuts afterwards from strings that snaked through his defenses afterwards. Several clones and golems fired rockets at him. Sigma suddenly appeared behind them, cutting them to pieces, then charged me and let loose a flurry of blades. Only it wasn't me and it was a clone. The real me appeared behind him. Not at point-blank range, but behind him. What's next? A big attack, of course. "Platinum Laser Crasher." A dozen or so trucks, spewing lasers, rocketed straight at Sigma, intending to ram him and run him over. Oh, and did I mention the strings? Because those are quickly and easily made, hard to see, and constantly attacking, similar to how Seraph's shadows function as a continuous environmental hazard. |
)))Digital Gear((( "I'll take Theta, you take Sapphire," I told Cross, and then zipped across the gap to abruptly be in Theta's face. I'll give him points for reaction time, seeing as he had the presence of mind to swing at me. His sword encountered the same barrier the featureless robot had. Let's see how hard this bad boy can hit. Apparently quite hard, considering the distance I got off that punch. Theta rolled to a stop some twenty meters away and rose to his feet, looking somewhat unsteady. Tough he may be, but one good hit on an unsuspecting opponent can seriously tilt the odds of a battle. Not that he had much of a chance anyway. Cross meanwhile was now embroiled in a fistfight with Sapphire, who has the minor advantage of being able to split into ice crystals. Cross has the rather larger advantage of being able to blast his surroundings with entropic energy to disrupt that. "Honestly, this seems almost hilariously one-sided. And to think I once considered you one of the greatest threats I could have the misfortune to encounter. I suppose you've just... fallen behind, Theta." Theta gave no reply save for a flat glare. Instead, he silently gained a sparkling, icy aura. Ah, well then. A swing of his sword sent a huge shockwave, consisting of the same icy aura, in my direction. I shot sideways to avoid this one. "Your shield has limits," Theta muttered, and sent several more shockwaves. Heh. There is a reason I considered him one of the greatest threats. Still, his attacks are slow and easy to avoid from this distance. I weaved effortlessly between them and then swept my cape up, launching a dozen little red missiles from my back at him. A wall of ice sprung up around him to block them, so the moment they hit, I fired a stream of radiation at him. He blasted out the side of the ice wall and launched a stream of ice shards at me. These simply ricocheted off my shield. I launched three dozen more missiles at him in response and followed it with a much slower moving orb of radiation. I followed that with radiation streams. A huge chunk of ice sprung up to block the missiles, while Theta himself kept moving, skidding out of the path of the beams. He fired a few ice waves at me and one at the radiation orb. Bad idea. The orb detonated on impact, releasing a huge cloud of nuclear fallout. I love nuclear power. I, meanwhile, nonchalantly evaded his ice waves and fired more radmissiles. I figure he'll start feeling it soon. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<Sigma> Ah, here's the part I was waiting for. The big, energy wasting attack. After she took down Demon Blade for using one of these, you'd figure she might be a little more conservative with them. "Your mistake, kiddo!" I shouted over the din, and then spun in place. The most immediate effect was the repeated sound of metal strings popping and scattering across the arena, followed shortly by the sound of the trucks sliding apart and collapsing into shredded metal heaps. Even the incoming lasers split and swerved off wildly, getting a few complaints from the stands. I brought my spin to a halt as the remains of one of the trucks skidded to a stop in front of me. I waved a hand at the mass and it split into even smaller chunks and collapsed. I did say that generating blades takes almost no energy on my part. I can already see the metal hunks shifting into something else, so I spun once more to dismantle them and then zipped across the arena, much closer to Mithril. A few metal turrets popped up around me, and three of them promptly fell to pieces. I sliced through the remaining two in a more visible manner. A single metallic glint told me that the metal strings were back, and dashing through those will just get me cut to ribbons. Two dozen blades emerged from various points on my body, and then I sorta... shifted around Mithril's general location. It looked rather like someone had reduced the world's frames per second to about three, as I shifted sideways, forward, up, down, and all around with no readily apparent movement connecting me from location to location. Like a particularly laggy video game or something. I scored a couple of minor cuts as I touched metal strings and immediately reversed directions, swopping around the through the metallic mayhem until I was close enough for a punch. Mithril immediately swung a big metal sword at me and hit nothing but air, as I was now behind her, throwing a punch. She splattered into liquid metal the instant it hit, growing metal spikes at me. I was out of the way before they reached, skimming past a few strings as I went. Mithril's puddle split several times as I projected monomolecular blades at it, so eventually she split up and skittered around the arena, each smaller puddle forming into a clone. Three of them promptly splattered, cut to ribbons. "You know, the previous champion used clones against me too," I stated idly, popping a few incoming strings with my own monomolecular blades. "Note 'previous'." Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> I shot Sigma a deadpan stare as I listened to him brag about himself. If he really buys the illusion that my medium attacks take as much energy as they appear at face value, then he's even more of a novice than he thinks he is. "... Since I'm feeling nice today, I'll give you some advice: if you don't want people to suspect that you have an inferiority complex or anything of the sort, stop blathering on about your powers and those of others so much. You're only embarrassing yourself with your baseless assumptions." I didn't catch all of his reply; only the word "kiddo" and some more words about how his power rocks, how others' powers suck in comparison, blahblahblah. You know how I said that I was feeling nice today? That's gone now, with annoyance replacing it. And thus, I neglected to mention an important hint to him; namely that he's not the only one who has spent effort refining one's powers. I activated Metal Gate. After I slammed my foot into the ground, several rather large chunks of metal, different in coloration from my usual batches of metal, rose from the ground and detonated, bringing forth huge clouds of white gaseous metal. The reason? Fog of war. However Sigma's zipping about, he apparently has a hard time seeing the metal strings, as evidenced by the shallow cuts on him. This will make it harder. Sigma apparently didn't like this, as he let loose his blades again. Unfortunately for him, I am using a cheap, if weak, easily generated metal that costs me almost nothing for this fog, so I simply reapplied it, with added metal gas. Also, I can emit quite a lot of said fog from my body, or bodies, in the case of my clones. Adding to that, I dragged my strings along the ground, kicking up dust to further obscure myself. After creating several clones and having them emit said fog, I, when properly concealed, split myself and several decoys into several free-moving strings as a body. While this seems like a difficult "body" to pilot, believe me I have driven far more unresponsive things. Sigma cut up the fog; I reapplied the fog; repeat over and over again. Also my strings are faster now, and this time, I infused them with my white-glowing power nullifier, for camouflage and for the chance to mess up a blade or two of his. Sigma went after my decoys in this chaos, using that same movement trick of his again. My strings landed moderately more significant cuts on him this time. However, since I can generate clones, I can also generate parts that can see. Also also, to try and see whatever the hell he's seeing, I managed to sneak a few "eyes" of metal onto him. Really small, light metal "eyes." He didn't get all of them yet, so I saw what he saw. And holy hell, lag. EXPLOITABLE. So far, I've managed to distract Sigma and screw with his attention with clever uses of clones/golems as decoys, misdirection, and metal fog. Thus I had time to work up a decent charge. And remember folks, my charged attacks are even more energy efficient, in this case costing me not that much. Platinum Star Cannon! ... Except that I didn't call out the attack name out loud, to be an ass. Also the SNEAK ATTACK and all. Exploiting Sigma's lags, and taking advantage of his limited sight, when he couldn't see stuff, I let loose a powerful, fast-moving, charged metal shockwave burst, infused with my power nullifier because Sigma's blades and focused inward at him by strings nearby and other metal things. |
<Sigma> If you're going for stealth, a big loud cannon is probably not the best thing to use. I'd like to think my hearing is pretty good, all things considered. So I stuck my right hand in the direction the blast had come from and generated four blades to split whatever it was that was coming at me. It was just a big shockwave and not a solid projectile, but it still split on the blades all the same, the pressure pushing me a few feet back and shredding my glove to bits. I wiggled my hand once the wave had passed to shake some feeling back into it. I'd also imagine my lungs don't much appreciate metal filings, so I rotated a blade up my left leg to slice off a nice long segment of my pants, then tied it around my face. I'll have to sew it back on later. And find another glove. Two more cannon-like blasts sounded out of the metallic fog. I zipped out of the path of them this time. A third blast sounded as soon as I landed, so I zipped again, this time into the air overhead. Think I've had right about enough of the sneaky sneaky, so I spun three times. The metallic fog swirled as dozens of monomolecular blades filtered through it. I heard a few solid hits within the fog, so she must have a few clones down there. I focused my blades down to those points as I fell, which created a really cool contrail effect in the metallic fog. And also splattered anything standing at those points. This fog also works against her; it is so much easier to see her metallic strings and then project a blade to pop them when I can see the contrail within the fog. Of course, she can see the contrails of my blades in the fog too, but the difference is that mine extend at the speed of light. I don't think she can match that with her strings. "Not a very good show for the audience if you're gonna keep this fog up," I called out, slightly muffled by the cloth around my mouth. I sliced a few metal spears out of the air and that was her only response. I sighed. "The entire point of a coliseum is to put on a show for people to watch. So how about you bring the fog down so the folks can see?" Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> I silently asked Rune via Hero Band to give the people in the audience some temporary "fog goggles" and "wind earpieces" so that they could see and hear... and to block out the excess light and sound that would be coming up. Oh, and of course, gas masks with oxygen tanks. OMINOUS FORESHADOWING, woooooooo. Other than that, I made no response before the metal fog, with application of some metal control, whipped up into a tremendous howling windstorm, drowning out the noise of my projectiles. Unfortunately for him, my sight and hearing are better than his, so I can see and hear in this fogstorm and he probably can't. A few things about this fogstorm: Strings and other projectiles come in faster, carried by the wind. Projectiles all over the place. Not only that, my metal fogstorm is displacing oxygen, making it harder for him to breathe. I promptly shot him with another cannon blast, this one drowned out by the noise of the fogstorm. Sigma darted out of the way of that blast, probably to dodge something else, but then a clone of mine slammed a Silver Speed Smasher into his side, which fired a fist that fired a fist that fired a fist, with each refiring adding to the speed of the projectile. After all, while his blades might move at the speed of light, his reaction time is not that fast. Hence exploitable. Also you know what I was doing with the cannon blasts? Adjusting something. So I can bring out my flash grenades. I generated some, first throwing some decoys Sigma's way before hurling the real things. He blocked and dodged most of them, but it only takes one. And I've calibrated the fog so that it amplifies the light and sound of the grenade. Now he's temporarily blind and deaf! Oh and Sigma stepped on a landmine that I made. Too bad that he sliced that up and a bunch of other landmines and clones. However, I got some more string cuts on him, also he's running out of oxygen in that area, so he did that movement trick to move elsewhere. Hey, I'm not completely against giving the audience a show, so I decided to add in some "fireworks". By that I mean platinum conflagrations. You see, I threw a bit more multistage very fast metal projectiles at him, with only one or two actual hits. He took down some clones, blahblahblah. But you know what? This time, one of my clones managed to clothesline Sigma, knocking him to the floor. He let loose his blades to cut apart the clone and the landmine nearby, even managing to get the main me with a monomolecular blade far away. But guess what? First, I just moved somewhere else to conceal my position. Secondly... When Sigma moved into another part of the arena, I activated a special landmine. This one was different, however. "Platinum Pyre," I whispered, after said pillar of platinum fire already went off. It looked really fancy too, better than those fireworks that lots of people see. Also, did I mention that said conflagration is both bright and loud like a flash grenade, AND it leeches the oxygen from the area around Sigma? |
<Sigma> So. Vision blurred, hearing damaged, little air... I've had worse. First thing's first, shallow breaths to conserve air. If I can't see and I can't hear, then the only option is touch. But before that, a "get away" tactic to make her back off. Namely, by extending thousands of monomolecular blades in every possible direction, filling the air around me with them to the point that they were actually mildly visible as a green sparkling effect. Anything and everything within thirty yards of me was instantly reduced to confetti. I refrained from vaporizing the ground beneath my feet, but if I feel rumbling I won't even hesitate. Maintaining the field of horrible instant death surrounding me, I prodded outward with single blades toward the edge of the arena. However slight it is, I'll feel the resistance if I catch something. Mithril, of course, had no intention of waiting for that. I can't see what she's doing, but I'd imagine she's either attempting to tunnel under me, or trying to prepare an attack large enough to get through my blade field. Possibly both. ... You know, why should I even give her the opportunity to tunnel under me? I zipped thirty yards into the air, extended the blade field, and then hung there in blatant defiance of gravity. Now this particular trick I haven't shown off to the crowd yet, so I imagine I'm getting some amazed stares right about now. "I feel it necessary to point out that no, I cannot fly," I shouted, probably too loud. My hearing IS coming back a bit, though, so I just barely heard what sounded like the expected expletive. I see no reason to explain the trick. Seeing as my hearing works a bit better, though, I instantly extending about fifty blades to the point that shout had come from and shredded whatever was there. Not far enough away to be in the audience, so that's not a concern. Hope some poor guy didn't jump into the arena to shout that... I didn't have time to really consider that, though, because that was the point that I felt as much as heard a big thump coming from multiple directions. Rather than test it against my blade field, I simply retracted the entire lot, zipped back to the ground, and extended dozens of blades towards the point those sounds had come from. A few of them caught something, but the rest missed, so I suppose she wised up. ... You know, win or lose, I think I'm taking a break from this coliseum. Getting a bit tired of people who just throw stuff at me from across the arena. I just want a good ole fashioned slugfest, is that too much to ask for? Extending a few blades to snap any incoming wires, I edged my way toward the center of the arena., cutting down a few incoming projectiles along the way. I know how large it is, so once I got there, I extended blades in every direction, reaching just to the outer walls, and then spun several times, turning the whole arena into a massive blender. I'll bet that got her attention. "Now, I can do that all day long, if you like. Or, we can stop the long distance slap fight and go for some a bit more down to earth," I called out, sliding into a stance. "My vision hasn't recovered yet, and while I know you'd have no trouble hitting a blind person, I'll have you know that I can fight blind perfectly well. So what do you say to some good ole fisticuffs, huh?" Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
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