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MetalMan88
Posts: 172/232 |
OOC: Don't come in the kitchen if it's too hot.  The only shame is that I'll probably have to make another topic to fight someone else.
"Well, that was easy. ...TOO easy. I hope there's someone else."
* Metal started picking up all of the throwing knives laying around and whistled random music to himself. * |
Fortissimo.EXE
Posts: 13/16 |
Is this person a god-modder or a joke. I clearly think he want's a battle only if he wins while ignoring the posts of his opponents. Fortissimo thought, as he allowed the attacks to strike him down.
"This is just an easy victory for you my dear little god-modder. An UltraNavi cannot be deleted that easily. Work on your skills, and your honor and then come see me..."
FORTISSIMO LOGGING OUT |
MetalMan88
Posts: 171/232 |
"Hmph."
* Metal seemed to only glance at the blade before backflipping into the air, and then... violently and rapidly throwing daggers at Fortissimo's head. Mindful of an attempt to impale him, he pulled out a machete with his left hand, flying downwards. He continued thrusting various throwing knives he had stashed in his armor at Fortissimo's head until the inevitable point where he would land, sending all of his weight into his opponent. * |
Fortissimo.EXE
Posts: 12/16 |
Mysterious organ music is heard as red peircing eyes are seen through the smoke made from the explosions.
Fortissimo tossed back his cloak, blowing away the smoke and revealing himself to be completely unscathed, although the DarkAura was destroyed in the onslaught.
"Hmph," Fortissimo scoffed, "Now die. Finishing Touch!!" He gripped the hilt of his Masamune and pulled it out. The small blade grew into it's seven foot long state once exposed. He held it in both of his hands and dashed forward. He spun around once and slashed the entire perimeter with his blade. |
MetalMan88
Posts: 170/232 |
* Metal observed most of his bullets being eaten.... but he wasn't even annoyed. No... a SCARY grin came over the flexible metal in his faceplate. *
"You look awful tough, don't you? Well then, I guess I'm going to have to take it up a notch! DIEEEEE!!!!"
* Metal threw both of his machineguns at Fortissimo. They seemed harmless, until they hit the ground near him. *KABOOOOOM!* They exploded... apparently they were packed with explosives. This caused the snow in the nearby area to liquefy, creating a wet, watery hole which rapidly began to suck in Fortissimo. This was not it, though. Metal pulled out a grenade and hurled it at the watery hole where Fortissmo was. *BOOOM* Smoke covered the entire area. *
"Let's see you survive that!" |
Fortissimo.EXE
Posts: 11/16 |
Fortissimo had already taken a precaution with supplying himself with a Santcuary reinforced DarkAura. That and the dark powers of being made of LifeVirus, Gospel, Alhpa, and Duo Data made him somewhat invincible, but it all depends on how his opponent tends to carry out the fight. |
MetalMan88
Posts: 169/232 |
"Ahhh... here you are. Well then,--"
* Just suddenly, Metal opened fire with his left machinegun at Fortissimo, spraying the immediate area around him with bullets; a good chance of many hitting at random. When that machinegun ran out, he continued firing with the machinegun in his right hand, miraculously reloarding the other empty machinegun with one hand. The net affect of this continued on; an endless stream of bullets were fired at Fortissimo, with the intent to kill.*
"Hint number one: Never put yourself in an open position to be fired at!" |
Fortissimo.EXE
Posts: 9/16 |
"... Juno, Sigma, head back to the Dark Nation server. I shall battle MetalMan." Juno and Sigma complied and vanished in showers of pixels. He steps forward, and knows that MetaMan scenses his presence. |
MetalMan88
Posts: 168/232 |
Well, it's been a while since I got any battles, so to keep from becoming rusty... I challenge the first person to respond to this topic to battle!
Arena: South Pole
Hazards: Snowtraps, cold weather.
Your opponent: Metal Man, of course.
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Metal Man was wandering at the South Pole. It was here he had to meet, and defeat, a mysterious challenger... he had no clue what it would do for him, but he was still determined to give a good fight. Thus, he, 6'4" tall, wearing a silver-metallic suit of armor, complete with life support, and with his two AK-47s out, awaited his challenger. |
