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| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 842/4541 |
ooc: Wow, nearly forgot about this battle, though I actually hint that I fired at you by talking about you dodging.
ic: Z-35 stopped moving, and suddenly a bright light began moving out of it, hinting that it was charging something, perhaps an attack, perhaps an eventual defense. This should be ready for the next post, regardless of when it is released. "Your turn." it said. |
| BBQMissile Posts: 916/1198 |
Sparda merely stood there, watching, as his right hand slowly reached for the thick handle of his great sword. He grasped the handle and unsheathed the weapon, his eyes never leaving the machine. He couldn't help but think how pointless his opponent's actions were. After all, what was the point of shooting out flames if the flames weren't even directed at him?
He took a small step back with his right leg so that his left side now faced his spinning opponent. The shockwave launched him was pathetic. In fact, it was so pathetic that he barely even felt it when it made contact with him. His eyes seemed to give off an eerie glow as his opponent seemed to be allowing him all the time he wanted to bide his energy. Sparda watched as the flames extended to a height of about sixty feet before it finally ceased. "...I doubt this machine is very smart..." |
| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 814/4541 |
"So be it." Z-35 went through a list of all of Sparda's collected moves that he gathered, and selected an offensive maneuver least likely to have a working counter attack.
Z-35 held both his blades in a neutral potiion. Each blde perfectly horizontal, and pointing inwars. The right hand was held above, and in such a way that his arm was perfectly level with his shoulder. The lower blade was held in a similiar fashion, only it was below, just at the waist. He moved his blades quickly, as if he were about to attack with his swords, but instead a small hiss was heard, and suddenly a jet of flame was fired from his arms. The heat was extreme, enough to burn the living tissue off of any bystanders bones. Several civillians nearby threw themselves back just in time, and yet still received major burns. The flame, due to the way it was fired, was extremely quick, and should cause a small shockwave towards Sparda, though nothing major, as Z-35 was able to hold himself perfectly stable. Suddenly, just in case Sparda dodged it, Z-35 left arm spun around, still firing, wrapping itself around Z-35 in a way to not incase any limbs, and then spun back, firing flame the whole way. So, a huge blast of flame fired from Z-35, and would grow to about sixty feet before finally stopping. |
| BBQMissile Posts: 899/1198 |
Sparda turned around, and stared at the humanoid being standing before him, the Z-35. His dark, cold brown eyes observed his opponent, examing every inch of it as he stood there calmly, as if he were waiting for the thing before him to move. He didn't recall every fighting a machine before, but he wasn't particularily worried.
Another wind softly blew at his long hair and his black cloak. Sparda didn't even bother reaching for his sword, like he usually did at the beginning of the battle. Rather, he just kept them loosely at his sides, staring through those expressionless eyes of his. His voice was soft as he spoke. "I don't think it will make a difference whether I put my weapon down or whether I decide to fight." |
| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 808/4541 |
"Do not pride yourself." Z-35 answered, "There are forces much stronger than any demon, god, or human at work here. The bounty will be collected."
Z-35 examined the information he had on this figure one last time. Sparda had a good deal of information of him at the moment, including many of his attacks, all of which Z-35 had prepared for beforehand. This information was gained by examining witnesses, and then interrogating them. Z-35 had more than he would need to survive. "Do you put down your blade, or do you fight?" |
| BBQMissile Posts: 895/1198 |
The crowd that had formed around the unusual figure suddenly began to back away when they recognized the presence of another rather unusual figure. Soon, the massive group of people stepped back so that there was enough room between the strange humanoid being and the tall figure, dressed in black. Though he seemed perfectly human physically, the people around him seemed to be somewhat disturbed his presence. As if that weren't enough, he was rather well-armed and dressed in the most unusual fashion.
His back was facing Z-35, his eyes focused upon the sky. A small wind blew at his body, kissing his long, spikey, black hair and blowing at the ends of his long, yet magnificent black cloak, which successfully concealed everything he was wearing underneath, with the exception of his black boots. Strapped to his back was a massive weapon, an instrument of pure destruction: a large sword, nearly the length of its master, which gave off an eerie glow, one that was unnatural and truly uncommon. "You come to collect my bounty? I'm surprised they even put one out for me." |
| Lord Vulkas Mormonus Posts: 806/4541 |
Rules:
No post limit, when I lose, I don't want it to be because of not getting around to posting. No automatic DQ unless there is autohitting. If there is a problem, PM the opponent, and we discuss it. If it is not resolved within four messages, a judge may be called if neccesary. ic: Z-35 walked through the crowded city streets. It suspected that there was a chance of being seen and recognized as not human. However, even with the enivitable of being seen, it put on a heavy trenchcoat and a hat. It did not want to be recognized until his target was located. The city was huge. Over a hundred miles from one side to the other, with buildings that seemed to touch the sky. Many of the buildings in this section were made out of concrete, with no windows or glass visible, though there were buildings with windows farther into the city. There were many cars on the street, many of them driving home at this late hour. These cars could easily be potential weapons. At last Z-35 located its enemy, and threw off its trenchcoat and hat, causing many vehicles around him to crash, as people stared at it, distracted by its appearance. Z-35 was white, and very shiny. None of his weapons were visible, as they were all held in small compartments inside his legs or chest. He had a humanoid shape, though his arms seemed to have a crack though the middle, hinting that they could split at any moment. His head was simply an oval, with small depressions for his eyes and speaker, which took the appearnce of a flat mouth. He was indeed a fearsome figure. Suddenly two swords shot out of his arms, each about five feet long, and held in both hands. These swords had a similiar appearance to Z-35, and were extremely sharp. "Your bounty is high." it said in a flat tone, "and your destruction from this world is inevitable." |
