Fighting in Ruins 17

<]-Mithril-[>

"A punchout? Sure. LET'S GO THEN!" I roared, plummeting down from above with a drop-down attack. "Ferrous Fallfist!"

Sigma rather quickly moved out of the way, as I slammed into the ground fistfirst, creating a large crater and an accompanying shockwave, kicking up dust in the process. I followed up on this by kicking on the arena floor to lunge at him, then kicking again to circle past him and leave a few clones in my wake, which Sigma splattered.

"Iron Star," I intoned, sweeping my arm at him. He sliced through the shockwave with his blades, so I generated two pairs of arms and followed up with...

"Double Bronze Basher! Double Iron Hammerfist!"

He sidestepped that barrage of punches and brought down an arm-sweep of his own. He got me with that, cutting me multiple times with his blades, but oh, you could also say that I got him.

"Concussive Platinum Palm! Concussive Iron Uppercut!" I yelled, simultaneously uppercutting him with a shockwave palm strike and a powerful punch while he slammed me into the ground. I lost those arms and then he rather suddenly appeared behind me, but I was prepared for that, countering with a "Golden Gauntlet" fired from my back. He was prepared for my preparations, so he stepped towards me and a bit to the side, expertly evading that attack and countering with an arm sweep of his own, which I countered by literally firing a "Ferrous Fang Fist" from the hip, slamming the toothy punch into his chest while he cut through me with blades from his arm sweep.

"Ahaha. This is fun. Since I'm in a better mood now, I'm feeling a bit more informative. Have you figured it out by now?" I whispered. Sigma merely tilted his head, elbowing me in the back with blades extended there. I chuckled, doing a spin move of my own to roundhouse kick him in the face. Sigma promptly sliced off said leg, and punched me in the face with a bladed fist.

"I know you've been watching my fights. I know you know that I use a lot of medium-to-big attacks. It seems wasteful at first glance, even at second glance. But each and every fight, each and every attack, makes me stronger, if only in subtle increments. Durability, regeneration, speed, strength, even things like energy efficiency and total energy reserves are enhanced by fighting. But they all add up. To someone who can, with Metal Gate, even kill an opponent as strong as Fallen Seraph," I explained, following up my roundhouse kick with a barrage of punches from a series of arms to create an opening for what's coming next.

"That means that yes, all those big attacks, over time, upped my energy reserves and energy efficiency, meaning I can spew out even more attacks, more numerous and more powerful. So when I need to go big, I can damn well go big. Allow me to demonstrate."

"Cobalt Crab Crusher!" I shouted, thrusting my large pincer-like left arm at Sigma.

"Silver Star Sweeper!" I bellowed, supplementing my aforementioned attack with an ethereal arm sweep... that grew fists from the side of the arm and generated a huge shockwave.

<Sigma>

I find it faintly amusing that she got mad at me talking about my power when she has such a convenient tool at her own disposal. I suppose we can't all get the same "training" I did, if you want to call it that. I'd have less pleasant words, personally.

Now then, pincer and a shockwave. And a many fisted arm. I've fought things with pincers, and I've fought things with shockwaves. Not at the same time, though. This here is a question of which one I feel is more directly hazardous. A split second's deliberation leads me to slice my way through the shockwave and arm, then catch the claw with my hands as it closes around me. As Mithril put on the pressure, I had a moment of thought.

"Isn't cobalt radioactive?" I pondered aloud.

"Not if it's cobalt-59," Mithril shot back. Oh, okay, dodged that bullet. I'd have been MIGHTY pissed if I got radiation poisoning from this. None too keen on being crushed, I picked my legs up and jammed them into the claw's joint, then generated blades all over my legs and wiggled them around, slicing the joint to pieces and causing the claw itself to fall apart. Mithril immediately busted through the s***tered remnants of it, fist glowing.

"Platinum Piston!" she roared, slamming her arm forward with a big metal piston growing from it. I shredded it with three blades on my own arm, then jammed my other arm into her chest and alternated blades through her until she sung her other arm at my head. I stuck a blade up from my shoulder and she cut her own hand off, but apparently she'd anticipated that because said hand promptly punched me in the back of the head. I sliced it in three, then backed off as her wrist morphed into something I'd probably not like to be hit with.

"Titanium Typhoon!" Mithril yelled, and I was instantly blasted with something akin to jet exhaust. I zipped out of its path, and very carefully not next to Mithril, because she immediately detonated some sort of metal bombs around herself, having anticipated me doing that. As soon as the explosions happened, I zipped above her and jammed both feet down, slicing her arms off, then zipped to her left as she fired a big metal beam overhead and roundhoused her in the stomach, with a dozen blades as an added bonus. I then withdrew my leg as her torso grew metal teeth all over it, so I instead settled for punching her in the face. By now her arms had returned, so...

"Chrome Cannon!" she called, one arm firing a big cannonball my way. I sliced that in half, and then sliced three more that she fired before simply zipping behind her... and then to her side as she swung her other arm overhead and fired a cannonball out of that one too. I put a stop to that by slicing off the arm on the side I'd zipped to, then zipping around to the other side as she swung around to fire with her other arm. I didn't get to cut that one off, though, because her back shifted and something sprung out. Namely, a pair of things on wires

"Titanium Taser!" Oh hell. I generated a bunch of blades from my hands and absorbed the shock through those, though of course now my hands are numb. So instead I kicked her cannon-hand off when she turned around to fire at me, then spun and brought my other leg up to slice through her other arm when she swung it overhead, bearing a ball and chain on it. I missed her arm, but cut the chain, causing the ball to go flying across the arena. So instead she grabbed me by the leg and swung me overhead, slamming me into the ground. She didn't get a chance to lift me again, because I cut her hand off and rolled back to my feet.

<]-Mithril-[>

Oh hey, I noticed something. Namely Sigma's body language giving off an "oh crap" expression after I used my Titanium Taser. That and his hands, which are probably now numb from the shock. Can I use this to my advantage? Of course! In fact, I'm already in the middle of doing so!

"CONCUSSIVE METAL BREATH!" I roared, spewing said metal breath into Sigma's face as he got up. He produced some blades on his face, but I still got him with that. I decided to follow up with that by generating six arms, yelling "Triple Iron Star! Triple Steel Smasher!" and letting loose three shockwave strikes from my left arms and three multifiring cylinders from my right arms. He dodged the first two arms of my attacks, generated energy blades from the side of his chest and waist, spinning to take out the second pair of arms and horizontally bisecting me, but I got him with the third pair of arms, slamming him with a shockwave and a repeating cylinder simultaneously.

This, however, created some distance between us, so I charged in, calling "Steel Scissor Slicer! Triple Alloy Cannon!" to generate a large pair of scissors and three shotgun metal blasts at him. Sigma expertly evaded and cut apart that, and then he headbutted me with blades extended from his forehead, then jerked his head to the side to avoid the retaliatory metal breath, slamming me in the torso with an arm full of blades.

I moved towards him, attempting to trip up his legs with a leg sweep, but he hopped up and attempted to drop down and kick me in the head. I zipped away, dodging the foot but not the laser blades, and appeared behind him, then brought forth a "Triple Platinum Palm!", however Sigma cut down those arms with a vertical arm sweep. However however, I followed up with a "Triple Bronze Basher!", forcing him to circle around me to evade the attack and kick me in the back of the head... although I anticipated that, generated a crapload of metal bombs behind me, and detonated them, kicking up lots of dust.

I could see in this, and he probably can't. Nonetheless, he displayed admirable skill in not-really-being-hindered-by-this, throwing out several bladed punches, to which I stepped aside and threw several spiked fists and other projectiles his way. The fists however, were a cover to bring out some strings and move them into position.

And then I decided to bring out my "Silver String Shocker!" to zap the hell out of him. Sigma's eyes widened, and, generating multiple blades, he absorbed all that electricity through them. Unfortunately, that was just a distraction for me to bring out a really strong move to whack him with.

"Titanium Tankbuster!" I yelled, generating a powerful, dense power fist enhanced by an instantaneous power boost. Said Flicker, which caused my punch to blur to the unaided eye due to the intense speed, was pretty damn strong, generating a large pressure wave with it.

Sigma, whose attention I momentarily diverted with the zapping strings, probably saw my blow too late, as by the time he saw it, it was right in his face. Though it was only a moment's distraction, that can be the difference between a punch landed and a blow blocked.

Oh, did I mention that my instantaneous power boost makes this attack harder to block and/or dodge? Because there's that going for me as well.

<Sigma>

No time to dodge, I'll just have to take it head on. With a blade from my forehead, naturally.

I think the entire city may have heard that impact, or maybe it just sounded really loud to me because it was ringing around in my skull. My vision flipped half a dozen times before I slammed into the arena wall and slid to the floor, my nose leaking blood like a sieve. I felt something loose in my mouth and spit it out; a tooth. My upper right canine, to be specific.

Meh. I've had worse.

I dragged myself back to my feet and cracked my neck... then sidestepped Mithril charging fist-first into where I'd been standing. I punched her in the side of the head, and then covered my arm with blades and twisted it. A dozen arms sprung out of her torso and punched me in mine, then lifted me over her head and slammed me back to the floor, not quite fast enough to avoid being sliced off.

I rolled to the side to avoid being stomped on, then sprung back to my feet to catch an incoming kick and slice off the offending leg, following with a few kicks of my own. I think the blades are implied at this point.

Mithril responded to this by grabbing my leg and tossing me into the air, this time actually managing to not get her hands cut off. I imagine something bad was waiting for me when I fell back down, so I didn't. Instead I zipped down... directly in front of Mithril, because nobody expects you to be that audacious. She didn't have time to react as I punched her in the torso several times, then jumped back before she could unleash the attack she'd intended to use as I fell down. It left a crater in the floor under her, so probably a good thing I didn't wait for that.

I sprung back in as soon as she'd expended the attack. Giving her even a moment means a heavy attack I either have to avoid or get hit by. I'm pretty sturdy, but I think I'd rather not tank those all day long.

<]-Mithril-[>

Hoho, looks like someone's trying to turn up the pressure. Is he trying to stop me from firing off large attacks? Well it certainly looks like it as now Sigma's bringing forth several punches and kicks with blades at the end, while I retaliated with several whips and combat tentacles.

"Triple Platinum Reaper!" I ground out, swinging three scythe-like limbs at the platinum Experiment. He cut apart two of them and dodged the third, still advancing. Unfortunately for him, I had a followup to that.

"Triple Iron Hammerfist!" I shouted, unleashing the aforementioned three hammerfists at him. Sigma caught two of them with his hands, then produced a blade on his hip and spun, bisecting me horizontally and taking out the remaining hammerfist. However, that left him open to my mass of tentacles and whips to grab him and slam him to the ground, which I capitalized on by detonating said appendages, resulting in a cloud of shrapnel.

I received a bladed elbow to the chest in response; I threw several punches into his face. Sigma narrowly avoided a "Triple Bronze Bomber!" by jumping up then dropping down and kicking me in the face. A point-blank "Rust Buster!" forced him to dodge, narrowly at that, by circling around me in an attempt to kick me in the back, but I was ready for that, tangling his foot with strings to momentarily screw with his movement, then following up on that by stepping towards him and firing off two fast attacks using my momentary-power-boost/flash step.

"Gold Gatling Gauntlet!" I yelled, letting loose a strong series of punches from my rapid-fire fist. While that attack was headed right for his face, I threw out another one aimed at his torso.

"Platinum Impact!" I roared, morphing my other fist into a sizable chunk of metal, then hurling a powerful, quick shockwave blow at Sigma.

<Sigma>

Meet the rapid punch attempt blow for blow, I'm strong enough for that, swing my knee up into the larger attack and meet it head-on, with a veritable wall of blades. The impact still got through, but it's much less than it would have been. She tried to punch me with her free hand, so I punched back, skid my arm past hers and slammed it into her face. Cross counter denied via laser blade.

I zipped backward a few feet and jammed my palm into my kneecap, shoving it back into place with a snap; the blow had knocked it loose. A minor injury, really. I'll just tape it still after the fight.

I zipped into the air to dodge as Mithril rocketed into my previous location feet first, both legs looking unnervingly like anvils. I then zipped back down and planted both of my own feet in her waist, splitting her in half with the force. And blades, of course. I spun a few times while I was there, getting a few cuts in before Mithril's halves bounced away... and then back toward me, now rather sharper than they'd been before. I ducked under one and sliced the other in half and it flew at me, but it seems she's gotten a bit trickier about it; the severed halves grew spikes and they flew past, cutting into my shoulders. The projectile that had missed bounced off the far wall and ricocheted back at me, this time I just zipped out of the way, toward the one I'd hit previously.

Mithril was currently in the midst of returning to her normal shape, so I kicked her in the head, with blade of course. She grabbed me by the foot and, though I generated a few blades to slice up her arms, slammed me into the ground and twisted. Mildly painful muscle and bone twisting, nothing I can't handle. I caused my leg to become like unto a chainsaw with blades, so that got her to let go pretty quick. I hopped to my feet, but got blindsided by that projectile I'd dodged earlier; apparently it hadn't given up. I jammed approximately a thousand blades through it and shredded it into scattered particles, and now Mithril's on the offensive again. Just doesn't end, does it?
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>X<Cross>X<

Well now, this is a bit more like it. No Theta trying to slice me to ribbons with his big scary sword, and I get a sick girl to fight.

Mind you, Sapphire is only mildly less annoying than Theta. She doesn't do the whole "smash you with giant walls of ice" thing. Instead she hits you with lots and lots of little ice crystals, and now I itch everywhere. There's also the bleeding this causes, but that's less of a concern for me. More of a concern is avoiding the crystalline gauntlets she's got because holy wow those actually hurt when she's not throwing anemic punches.

Fortunately, my punches are far less anemic than hers, so I'm still holding onto the upper hand here. Her punches gouge holes in me that I can heal. My punches send her flying several dozen meters at a time. And that whole "sick" part is starting to show itself again.

"Slowing down a bit?" I jabbed, both literally and figuratively. She stepped aside of it and threw a jab of her own. She missed too, but her punches carry little gusts of ice crystals with them that stick in my skin. Very irksome.

"Not as much as you will when I crush your skull and pull your brain out of your nose," Sapphire growled back, throwing a very deliberate kick at my head. I smacked the kick aside and threw one of my own, catching her in the ribs. She dispersed into ice crystals with the impact and reformed several meters away.

"Oh, so vicious. But can you still back that threat up?" I sneered in return, slamming my fist into the ice. A massive spiderweb crack grew from the impact, glowing a sickly purple color.

<]-Mithril-[>

"Triple Iron Impact!" I yelled, unleashing a three-legged kick from my left feet. Sigma cut through that with a single vertical swing of his arm, so I followed up with that, meeting said response with a "Triple Bronze Batter!" from my three right arms. Said baseball bats were diced apart by his other arm, so that's when I brought forth a "Rust Rocket!" fired from my left arm at his torso, but Sigma managed to maneuver one of his arms between his torso and my rocket fist. However, he neglected to pay attention to my stalk, which morphed into a "Metal Mace Masher!" and swung into his previously damaged kneecap, creating a sickly cracking noise, along with causing Sigma to hiss and drop down on said knee.

This meant that my previous rocket fist was no longer heading for his torso, but heading for his face, which was previously hit by my Titanium Tankbuster. My rocket slammed into Sigma's head, compounding the carnage caused by my previous big hit there, and causing him to hurtle away towards the arena wall. However, all was not good for me during that exchange of attacks, as the cost of pulling off what I just did was a decimated chest, caused when I generated cannons from my torso as a decoy back there, and destroyed when Sigma rammed the arm was previously between me and his torso into my chest, damaging it. Still worth it, though.

As Sigma got back on his feet, I used this opportunity to charge something up, but instead of firing it immediately I rerouted said attack towards my feet and kicked it into the floor for later use. I disguised the purpose behind this movement, using said kicking motion to kick off the floor towards Sigma, regenerating as I moved closer.

This time, Sigma hopped backwards, then kicked off the arena wall and back towards me. Both he and I altered our trajectories in midair, with him throwing out bladed punches and kicks and me countering with tentacles, whips, and claws. Although we both took damage from this, I came out of this exchange advantageous, partly because I was in an upside-down posture to confuse him and partly because I hit him with a point-blank "Triple Iron Flood!", which obscured me and my followup, which consisted of grabbing him by the chest via a grabbing claw foot, hoisting him up and slamming him to the floor. Props to Sigma though, as he managed to avoid receiving any further shots to the head or knee during that, even though it led to the torso grab and the slamdown back there.

And that was when Sigma retaliated with a truly brutal series of punches, culminating in a powerful two-fisted bladed punch that took out my clone. Wait what, you're asking? When did I switch with a clone? Right after the Triple Iron Flood, of course! Obviously, clone me was also attacking Sigma to distract him, even putting up a "Platinum Phalanx!" to block some of his punches and last a few moments longer. This was so that I could sneak up behind and above him, right in position for a powerful, charged attack.

"Platinum Hammer Kick!" I roared, hurling the fast, instantaneously-Flicker-boosted hammer kick at the back of his head, just as he realized that I switched with my clone back there. Obviously, I was watching his stalk, his limbs, and any other method of him blocking, counterattacking, or dodging. Of course, I also threw in my aforementioned stored charged attack in the floor, just to further complicate things for Sigma.

"Rust Wrecker!" I bellowed, as a sickly-looking, rust-colored mass of fast-moving heavy machinery pistons fired at Sigma from below.

<Sigma>

Right, I've had it up to here with choosing between two attacks to get hit by. This time, I just zipped out of the way, just barely before Mithril's foot hit my head. I could feel the breeze from it. But rather than zip somewhere where she might have another attack waiting, I zipped to the ceiling. Gives me a moment to collect myself while she tries to figure out exactly where I went.

First thing is my kneecap. I poked it a bit. Thankfully that's less damaged than I'd assumed, it just sounded really bad. My face has what feels like a big bruise forming but that's minor, I've had far worse than bruises. I should still be able to stand on my left leg, but seriously, ow. Well, if she's willing to go so far as to cripple me, then I'm not in fun-time mood anymore. Now I apply my knowledge of elementals.

Mithril must have finally spotted me, because a big barrage of missiles came up toward me. I sliced them all out of the air at several meters distance, then zipped back to the arena floor. Mithril immediately launched at me foot first at some absurd speed, so I zipped just out of the way and stuck a blade in her way. She changed flight path at the last moment, scraping by the blade and receiving only a minor cut. She impacted the arena wall... and then my fist impacted her left knee, as I'd zipped to her point of impact just before she got there. I extended one blade and twisted, and there was a loud metallic crack.

I'll take the lightning-fast kick to the chin for the damage I just caused.

As I rolled to a stop and jumped back to my feet, I prepared for an incoming attack, but received none. Mithril was instead inspecting herself in mild confusion, wiggling her left leg.

"What the hell was that?" she demanded angrily. I spit out a blob of blood.

"Two full weeks of fighting elementals without sleep taught me a few tricks, not like I had a choice in the matter. I either learned how to cause some real damage, or I died. Simple as that," I huffed, then muttered under my breath, "I imagine that was the point."

I slid down into a fighting stance again. "But I'm not gonna just sit here and land minor cuts while you cripple me. From here on, I give as good as I get."

I extended three dozen blades from various points on my body. Bring it on.

<]-Mithril-[>

I sighed. This is gonna screw with my recruitment efforts, isn't it?

"To be honest, I didn't mean to cripple you or whatever. I just did that so I could punch you in the face," I explained, throwing up my hands in the air. "I make mistakes sometimes; I admit it. Didn't expect your knee to me so damn weak, didn't expect **** to go down back at the pyramids, etc. If you want an apology, here: I'm sorry. For that, and for the other **** that I've caused."

"However, I'm not so kind as to overlook what you just did. I will give you a beating for that," I hinted as a very ominous understatement, then attached thin, metal strings to my left leg. That's a flaw in my body that I'll have to correct later; for now I fight. And I fight even harder.

Being a nigh-invulnerable being with an elemental-like body may have made me too complacent. Too... insulated from the old days. Those bad old days. Can't say that I blame myself, those days were utterly horrible.

Sigma and I exchanged blows. Blow after blow after blow. Had to detonate my own limbs to avoid being crippled, and yet I took damage. Quite a bit. Barely even escaped with the use of the limbs I have. Even so, I reminisced about those bad old days.

Those days, those days when my power wasn't enough... Damn it all. The despair, the nihilism, the futility. I cursed those days. I gluttoned because I was weak, not able to sustain my own body. I slothed because I was weak, unable to bring forth the will to fight. And yet I fought.

The envy, because of others, standing with power in my way, who could crush me like a speck of dust. The rage, at the heavens, and at others, for defying me. The pride, because I could rely on no one else. The greed, because possessions and external weapons were a pitiful substitute for real, bodily power. The lust for power, for battle, for control, for conquest, for autonomy, for freedom. And me. That was all that I had to accompany me in my one-man quest against everything that stood in my way. I DID NOT HAVE SUCH A LUXURY AS POWER AT MY SIDE, IN A WORLD WHERE POWER WAS EVERYTHING.

Still not enough power. Fight HARDER.

I willed my body to fight harder, and by damn did it fight harder. Faster metal generation, with less energy consumption. More metal in less time. Eat a point-blank "Double Metal Minefield."

Evidently, it still wasn't enough, as although Sigma was damaged by that, he proceeded to try to disable my right leg. However, I had anticipated that and switched it with my left leg, the one he already disabled. I scowled.

Sigma's offensive power is formidable. Therefore, I should brutally overload his defenses until he is unconscious. Therefore I need to fight harder. Fight EVEN HARDER.

"... As bad as your training sounds, Sigma, I bet it never involved this," I whispered in a menacing hiss, activating some ziplines to suddenly pull me away from Sigma. That was when I had the strings connected to my disabled leg surge with power. My leg began steaming. And then it exploded in a massive wave of force, far different from my previous limb detonations. Had I not jammed said limb in the ground, it would've devastated the area.

That attack was too powerful to hit Sigma directly with; so I detonated it at range, temporarily sacrificing said leg. I can just fix it later, just like I did before.

Sigma still wasn't down from that. A voice, either Sigma's or the audience's, whispered, "Are you mad?"

I let loose a low cackle in response. "On the contrary. I'm the only sane man in a dying world. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I have you to thank, Sigma. I knew that fighting you would bear fruit. Thank you for reminding me how far I need to climb."

A young Mithril stands alone in the ruins of a once great city. Alien symbols adorn the sides of the buildings. She puts her hand into the ground and pulls out a bone. Not a complete one, only a fragment. One of a long-gone species. It is now powder. It blows away in the wind.

The girl gazes towards the heavens. She grabs a piece of the ruins, and hurls it skyward. An act of outrage. An act of defiance. Said piece flies up... then falls to the ground, uselessly.

The girl stares at the sky. She stares at the piece. And she stares at herself.

...

Time passes. An older Mithril stands alone in the ruins of a once great city. She walks over to the piece of the ruins, the one she wielded before. She picks it up. She readies her arm. And she hurls it into the heavens. The piece sails past the blue sky itself, into the cosmos above.
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...

I am weak. I am still too weak. Still too weak to beat the Correctors and the Galactic Gods. Still too weak to beat the Black Pikmin and Zeromus. Still too weak to stop the apocalypse. I am still too weak.

...

AND THAT PISSES ME OFF TO NO END.

"Thank you for reminding that I am still very desperate. Damn the weakness, damn the fate, MOREPOWERMOREPOWERMOREPOWER," I hissed, in a whispering rage. Remember that flash step? I think it's time to push it to the max, and beyond. Both in duration and intensity. So I can obtain a new level of power.

I replaced my left leg with strings, which cut into the ground. This should serve as an effective substitute for that. Now then.

"Triple Platinum Impact," I growled, bringing forth three brutal blows to the face. Sigma dodged one, blocked another, but was hit my the third. I used the intense speed of my movements to my advantage, momentarily dispersing my limbs into a metal gas to avoid the worst of Sigma's retaliation.

In your face, intense beatdown. All while watching out for any retaliatory ******** of his, Sigma's lightspeed blades are annoying as hell. I kept up the offensive pressure.

"Triple Rust Wrecker, Triple Rust Rocket," I snarled. I can't really dodge his blade attacks, so screw him I am ramping up the offense. He should be glad that I'm not fighting to kill, or I would've broken out the weapons-grade plutonium.

After the so-so result of that series of attacks, I called out a few fake-big attacks to bluff him out , he spun to get rid of those, I then unleashed my real big attacks: "Triple Chrome Comet, Triple Chrome Chariot." Both aimed at his face. Unfortunately for him, I can still think while angry.

Sigma glared at me. "Isn't it a bit hypocritical for you to get angry at me for crippling you after you tried to do the same to me?"

I glared back angrier, with what you really couldn't call anything else other than a death glare. "I told you that was an accident. And besides, you're still trying to cripple me even though I apologized. The real reason I'm angry? You just gave me really ****** flashbacks of my past. I really hate my past. And I'm not a good enough person to avoid taking it out on you."

Sigma realized that, hey, maybe being right in front of a pissed metal being whose firing out huge attacks in your face really isn't a good idea. So he tried to back away and circle around me. I wouldn't have it.

"Triple Metal Meteor," I hissed, slamming the ground with three huge meteors, kicking up massive waves of force with the impact, then detonating them.

"Triple Alloy Archer," I snarled, firing wave after wave of arrows at him after he attempted to attack me from behind.