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APH Striker
Posts: 571/579 |
APH sighs. "Whatever. I'm APH. You may call me nothing but that name. I like fighting and eating pasta with alfredo sauce on it. I have no occupation, but I get along with life just fine. I have a brother you know. Have you met him? His name is Schwa. He's a Psi Warrior and a really great person to talk to or spar with. Psi Warriors are weird, y'know? They are always talking about "Virtue" and "Respect" and "Honor" instead of things like "Survival" or "Not Dying" or other seriously important stuff. Get what I'm saying?" APH spews out all the questions. "Oh, by the way, who are you?" |
Grey the Stampede
Posts: 2574/3770 |
Detective: "First move? First move? I have to... I, and the fight, with the killing and the gun and shoot?"
He looks nervously from APH to the gun holster in his coat, to APH's Power Sword, to the gun holster again, to APH again, to the exit to the arena, and then again to APH. There was only one tactical decision he could make at this point.
Stall for time. Oh, yeah. For the win.
"Ah, ah..... But we haven't been properly introduced!" |
APH Striker
Posts: 569/579 |
APH is startled by the shoulder-tapping. He whirls around. "Huh? Who? Oh, yes, a fight. You're my opponent? Yes? Good." APH says. "Folks call me APH, so I suppose you can call me that also." He draws out his Power Sword. "This should be an interesting battle. I'll let you make the first move." |
Grey the Stampede
Posts: 2479/3770 |
Detective: "Er, heh, it's me. The Detective, at your service..."
Still filled with fear, still shaking, still hoping to whatever gods out there exist that he'd survive this battle in one piece, the long-coated civil mercenary prayed and prayed that his foe didn't see him, even though he had made his presence so obviously known. There was no real way out here, Janus would make sure of that, but the detective was so reluctant to battle that everything seemed to him a formality, rather than an action against his opponent. Arena battles always unnerved him, he was a poor fighter, he got seasick, whatever excuse the detective could think of simply wouldn't work at this point.
Approaching APH from behind, the detective tapped him on the shoulder.
"I'm supposed to fight you?" |
APH Striker
Posts: 550/579 |
OOC: Sorry for not posting for a while. I don't have much time for posting except on some weekends.
"Heh. I can't wait for a challenge. Hope all the people I used to know are still here." APH wonders to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure slowly trudging towards his general direction. "Hm? Who is that?" He says to himself. |
Grey the Stampede
Posts: 2359/3770 |
Janus: "Alright, Detective. I think that after all of this time, you need to learn how to fight. I'm not always going to be around to save your arse, so you've got to be able to defend yourself if ever we get into a situation where I'm unable to."
Janus stood in front of Detective Grey, his arms crossed and Satchel strapped professionally to his back. His compatriot shifted uncomfortably in his coat, his hands fingering the various pieces of random junk that were located in his pockets. Det. Grey didn't like fighting very much... He wasn't good at it, and more often than not he got seriously hurt. The last *real* fight he had been in was in the tournament against Dracoon... That was a hellbender, and the only reason his head was still attached to his shoulders was because Satchel had managed to save him at the last second, when Dracoon decided to fire a rather large blast of energy from his gun at him.
Detective: "Do I really have to? I mean, it's not like I can't run, or hide, or talk out my differences with someone who wants to kill me, right?"
Janus: "Wrong. What happens if you're out in an open field and there's a giant robot chasing you and you have no choice but to defend yourself?"
Detective: "You mean like I did with Melvin?"
Janus remembered the detective after that one... Shook up, he was.
Janus: "OK, bad example..."
He took from his pocket a summons to Sim Battle Arena F, currently unused and newly outfitted with the specialized titanium-steel alloy plating that Grey had requested after Janus and Melvin had ripped up Samuel's special marble arenas in their tournament fight. Too many explosions.
"Detective, there's an old friend of mine waiting for a good fight in Arena F. He's a little rusty, so you two should be about evenly matched, unless he actually decided to retain his old strength. That said, I'm hoping everything'll be more or less ok. Get to it, you've got a long day ahead of you."
Detective: "But---"
Janus: "No buts, go. Now."
Detective: "Argh, fine....."
The Detective slowly trudged toward the arena, his heart pounding and feet trembling more with every step. Why him....? |
APH Striker
Posts: 548/579 |
This is my first challenge in a long time, so join if you want to.
APH striker, who has just gotten back from his year-long vacation, looks around at the familiar surroundings. "Wow...I haven't been back here for quite a while!" |
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