Acmlm's Board - I2 Archive - Sim-Battle Arena - Round 6! Grey vs Metalman!
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cpubasic13
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A figure ran down the halls of the Sim Battle Arena Main Building. Passing door after door, it stopped in front of the door labeled 'Local Mod: cpubasic13'. The figure glanced in the fog window of the door to see someone jumping and moving in a square place.
The figure busted the door open to see William playing his new game DDR: Mario Mix. William halted and looked to see someone panting in front of him.
William: "May I help-"
The television flashed to black with the words 'FAILED' on it. The song he was just dancing to continued on even though William stopped dancing.
William: "GOD DANGIT! On Bowser's Castle on Very Hard too! I was doing good!"
The figure stopped panting and pulled from his large green coat a piece of paper. He flew it out in front of him and began shouting.
???: "YOU HAVE JUDGING TO DO!"
William: "Come on, dude. I have had little access to the outside recently. Things have been getting in the way."
???: "Well, they are waiting for you to judge."
William: "Send in the alien to judge for me."
???: "Wha?"
William: "You heard me. He saw the fight, so he should rate it."
???: "But he hates humans."
William: "And I hate idiots. Now do it."
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Mewquas: "What an interesting battle. Nice to see that some humans like to destroy themselves. But it shames me to see them walking off like some PANSIES! FOOLS!"
???: "Ehem!"
Mewquas: "Oh, look. An official."
???: "You have been told to judge."
Mewquas: "Judge? This? You must be pulling my squeegly-spooch."
???: "Uh, no. You really must."
Mewquas, small Irken Invader, stood in the stands and activated his jetpacks. He landed in the middle of the charred arena and began judging.
Mewquas: "Now, that was kind of PATHETIC! SUPER MOVES ARE STUPID AND ONLY-"
The alien flashed out and in his placed popped William.
William: "Ok, maybe that was a bad idea."
"Anyway, let's take a looks see. Both contenders dealt killer moves and a wide array of awesome skills. That was a nice battle."
"However, in my vote, I go for Garro. Binary for the win! Hehehe, just joking about that. I say he won for a very unique way of battling this time around. Very nice, in my opinion. Metalman did really good, too. A huge upgrade from the previous fights. I like how much the battle was more in depth than most battles. Good."
"So, Garro wins this time. Great job though, Metalman. I have to challenge you sometime."
With that, William flashed out in binary code and sweeped away. In his place, Mewquas stood, continuing his rambling.
Mewquas: "-SHOULD BE USED TO-"
Marty: "Sir, the battle was already judged."
Mewquas: "WHAT!?"
Marty: "Yes. William took your place for a minute and judged it for you."
Mewquas: "Oh... well, then. Marty, prepare the Voot. We are going." |
Schwa
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After Metal and Garro have left to the cafeteria, about a minute later, something's visible in the sky...
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Meanwhile...
"Schwa, get UP!" It's Allaura, standing over Schwa's bed and nudging him with both her hands.
"No... Go'way, Allaura... Tired..."
"Schwa, you have to judge!"
"Wha?" He bolts out of bed, then collapses in it again. "No... I'm not judging anymore."
"You can't just quit! They haven't found someone else in time for the 6th Round!"
"I can, and I will. Why don't YOU judge the match." And he falls asleep again. Allaura storms out of his room like a little sister who's just gotten into a quarrel with her bro.
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Two familar figures drop into the arena and head over to Grey. One is a 10-year-old boy wearing a cyber-suit, colored blue-silver and shimmering with neon lines that streak over his cyber-parts in patterns every few seconds. The other character is a 10-year-old girl, with nearly celestial beauty, in lavender armor shaped sort of like Jirachi's, with a glossy, silver crystal in the center of her helmet. She looks very happy at the moment... The two figures form Team Gemini, but they don't seem like they usually are.
The girl, Amiachi, steps forward. "Hi, Grey! We're filling in for Schwa as judges." Her voice is not even echo-y or anxiety-forming anymore! "Don't worry, I sensed the whole battle as we entered the planet's atmosphere."
"Ami," Korra reminds her, "Remember, Grey won't believe you if you just say it..."
"Sure he will, brother!" Ami cheerfully states. Korra feels like he's missing something. "Sorry, Grey, Korrachi doesn't understand your nature just yet.  Now, allow me to get to the judging!
"It's hard for me to decide who, between Garro and Metal, is the better fighter. In technique, they were perfectly matched, and in battle they were almost matched, matched enough for it to be a tie anyway. I've noticed that Metal has improved his technique DRAMATICALLY since he first began! He was very descriptive, as was Garro, which is why I say they were matched in technique...
"...I really want to give the fight to Metal because you, Grey, seem to win a lot of Schwa's votes, but I can't be biased, can I? The only difference was, I think, that Garro's internal monolouge was deeper than Metal's, and creativity makes a difference in Schwa's (and my own) judging... Since pretty much everything else was even between the two, that has to be the deciding factor, and the match would go to Garro.
"One thing I need to comment on, though! Metal used a teleporation move at the beginning of the fight, and Garro countered with one of his own. I would say they both broke the rules on that one, so if you could, please tell them both to be more careful!
"That's all I really have to say. Now... --!!" Her crystal flashes. Korra runs up.
"What is it, Ami?"
"Uh... Something is calling from a nearby planet. A war is starting. I can feel their anger from here."
"Then we should go!" Korra takes her arm, and calls to Grey, "Thanks for hearing Ami out! She really wanted to do this. Now, duty calls!"
With a running start, they leap up and Ami summons a telekinetic bubble around them, carrying them into the atmosphere at nearly the speed of light.
Perhaps Ami is no longer captivated by her emotions. Whatever the reason, she's definitely not the same Ami the world once knew! |
MetalMan88
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"Woah!"
* Metal was surprised by the trick shot, causing his eyes to bulge a bit before realizing he hadn't been fatally deceived. *
"You've got to be more careful with that, you might put somebody's eye out. "
* Metal was healed by Garro's magic; the armor once again covering his body. After a certain point, the armor itself began healing Metal as well. *
"And off to the cafeteria we go."
* He left the arena with Garro... who could have guessed two people fighting to the death would leave the battle as friends? * |
Grey the Stampede
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Garro whirled around, grinned, and grabbed Metal's hand.
Garro: "Win, lose, or draw, I couldn't agree---"
He raised his hand, whipped out the pistol, pointed it at Metal, and cinematically faked a shot after skidding backwards and out of range of Metal's laser sword. When Metal's head was proven to have not exploded into pieces, the still-grinning Garro froze in place with his gun pointed in the air wildly and a comical expression on his face, then re-holstered the pistol.
"Whoop! Got ya there. Man, that coulda been WAY too easy. Come on, let's go to the cafeteria, I'll guest you. Oh, but first..."
He snaps his fingers, and his hand begins to glow white. He waves it around a few times, until a trail of light begins to emit from his hand. He places the hand on his breast, and the white light spreads to his whole body. When he takes it off he is, save for the most grievous and abrasive of injuries, almost completely healed.
"Ah, that's better. Let's roll!"
He puts his arm around Metal in a buddy-buddy way, and guides him off of the arena, healing him as he does so. As Garro and Metal pass by Kalar, Garro's grinning companion raises his hand for a high five.
Garro reaches out, makes the slap, and the crowd, which has previously been silent for the entirety of the match's dramatic finish, goes absolutely insane.
Grey: "Well done, Garro. Well done. Both of you, very well done..."
He looks Metal up and down as they leave the arena. This one, he thought, was definitely one to watch. |
MetalMan88
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"Curses. Why didn't you shoot me?"
* He got up... ...what? He wasn't critically low on energy? How could this be? Why would he intentionally allow himself to be aimed at? *
"In the moment you would have taken to shoot me, I would have struck you down. But for whatever reason, you are not predictable. A normal person would have gleefully tried to shoot me and met death. It is with this that I would have chopped off their hand and stabbed them in the eyes."
* Metal's right wrist hummed, as the strange wristwatch glowed. An orange laserblade appeared there... and he was right, for the most part. Being caught by surprise by that would leave most people missing a few limbs. *
"But I cannot finish you off without reason. If you do surrender, then there is no purpose to flashy and extravagant attacks, especially since this is not a battle to the death, at least not usually."
* Metal hesitated before pointing the blade at Garro, wondering what the raised hand was for at the moment. *
"I accept your terms of surrender. Seeing as I have no need to kill you, and you have shown that you are an honorable opponent. I'm not sure how the judges will see this, but I am most certainly not going to be a hypocrite."
* Metal brandished the saber again, miffed that he hadn't exposed some dishonerable bandit of mindless killing. However it was a relief. After so many fighters willing to explode the world itself to win, this was almost a surprise to him. He then turned it off and it resumed being a wristwatch. With that hand he shook Garro's. The electricity had since turned off--deactivating most combat functions allowed the short-circuits to seal themselves off. Of course, while it was not likely, being in this position would only heighten the chance for him to be hit by a sneak attack. Frankly, most people would be dead. Had this being not had such an extreme pain tolerance and so much cybernetic augmentation, the light beam would have just incinerated him earlier. It had been a good battle, and he was tired. He vaguely hoped to soon see who he would fight next, and who would win this most lengthy tournament. *
"I accept your surrender. Clearly, fighting one another would be pointless. In a way, surrendering was the best option... any attempt to attack me would provoke the hand-severing counter attack, thus causing grievous injury to you, regardless of whether the attack killed or heavily wounded me.I have a feeling everyone would have lost in such a case; my remaining sensors calculate a high possiblility of you shooting me in a fatal way, and my retaliatory actions reciprocating the lethal damage to you. The only winner would have been evil, which is nothing I need on my resume. After all, the way of balance indicates both." |
Grey the Stampede
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Garro: "...."
His hands quivered and the barrel of the gun shook. In his focus, Garro's vision began to blur. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as Metal stopped to kneel. If he missed, it'd all be over. If he hit, a courageous, formidable foe would fall dead on the ground, or at least so severely wounded that the medical technicians would have to rush to his aid.
Metal had fought well. Garro was at least evenly matched with him, if one of them didn't far outclass the other. Metal had a lot more to show to the world, and here he was at the mercy of a man tempted by darkness and death. Metal worked on both sides of the spectrum, like Garro. Was it worth it? Was victory worth disrupting that kind of balance? Only one thing to do, really...
"No."
Garro lowered the gun. He turned his back on Metal. As he holstered the gun he spoke...
"I'd like to think that today I had the courage to show you mercy in the face of death."
He stood erect, in a position of resolute surrender. It wasn't worth it to keep fighting today.
"Now. Are you going to finish me off? Or shall I surrender quietly?"
Grey's eyes widened as Garro stared at not Metal, but him. Garro understood a little more today just how Grey worked. Garro smiled gruffly, and nodded his head at his leader. A small tic could be seen on Grey's face, but after a few moments of exchange, his expression changed from surprise to acceptance.
"Come on... Metal."
He began to raise his hand.
"Let's see what you're made of." |
MetalMan88
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* Continuing his steady march, Metal was almost close enough to smack Garro. But before he could take another step... he kneeled, breathing heavily. He would have to rest a bit before he could actually attack Garro... his head was nearly perfectly still. An easy target. *
"Do you have the courage to strike me down?"
* He was beginning to recover. This was the moment. The time had hit 0. If Garro didn't fire now, he might not have a hand to fire back with the next time. Metal visibly was about to get up and unleash a coup de grace! * |
Grey the Stampede
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Garro: "You... You bet..."
He raised the pistol, and aimed it at Metal. This was it. He wouldn't miss. Maintain the balance... Metal was using excessively dark powers to cause large amounts of destruction...
But wait, didn't he also use holy abilities, too? Metal... Metal could do anything, almost like Garro... Because Metal believed in himself, instead of letting others believe for him. Garro had been faced with this dilemma before. Fire, or don't fire?
Regardless of what happened, this wasn't a simple power struggle within himself now. This was real life and death. Metal was in a position where he could easily destroy Garro if Garro didn't stop him now. One bullet. Through the head. Metal on the floor. Garro could see it clearly in his mind.
The pistol was up. The clock was ticking. Metal was coming forward. And Garro was hesitating. He pointed the gun right at Metal's forehead, taking very, very careful aim. He would not miss. He would not miss. He would not let himself miss this shot. |
MetalMan88
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* Metal continued walking towards his opponent, even as the pistol was aimed at him. He would merely have to punch out his opponent... but he would surely be shot before he could reach melee attack range... *
"Give me your best shot." |
Grey the Stampede
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Grey: "Come on, Garro. Get up. You're not finished yet."
Garro: "I.........."
Grey: "Neither is Metal. He's coming in for the finish. You're both very weak. At this point, it's almost certain that if you don't act, he's going to kill you. Do you want to die? Knowing what you know, do you want to die?"
Garro: "N...no...."
Grey: "Then get up. Shoot him once, Garro. That's all you have to do."
Garro: "Y...yes..."
Garro forced himself to his feet. Grey was right, there was Metal, walking right toward him. Garro reached for his revolvers. He glared at Metal with the look of a man backed into a corner as he checked his ammunition. One bullet left. How ironic. It was almost as though the match was meant to play out that way. No time to reload. Just time to do one thing.
He took the loaded pistol, and holstered the empty one. He held the pistol in both hands, brought it up to his mouth, and kissed it, very lightly. It began to glow...
(thinking): 'Just one shot. That's all it'll take. Look at him. Armor's shot. Hands're shot. Arms're shot. He'll shock us both to death if I don't do this.'
Garro felt adrenaline course through his blood. No prayers could help him now. He couldn't help but think that the only way out of this involved one person surviving this match. He pointed the pistol at Metal, and it glowed a little more...
'Gotta stop thinking about it, and let my instincts guide me... Let them tell me what to do...' |
MetalMan88
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* Metal, who was a mess through and through, barely in better shape. The only difference was that he controlled the gravity; only the things that had hit him, re-entry, and damage from near-suffocation had effected him. This was after having the tar beaten out of him from being thrown a long ways and pelted with meteorites. However, the incessent rage and urge to succeed continued in the heavily damaged being. Standing from his position, yet wobbling a bit, he knew that this was the decisive moment. With both he and his opponent utterly drained, a decisive move by either could decide the battle. He held the upper hand, but just as easily as he had used his pain to increase that attack's power, righteous fury on behalf of his opponent would likely give him the same. And in that game, Metal would lose, since he was in better condition. The remnants of his visor continued to function, although it displayed many, many warning messages. The basic systems, so integrated with Metal that they would only go down if he was entirely annihilated, scanned his opponent. Metal continued standing... as he could recover the energy to move more if he rested a little. His slow but steady neural scan system detected multiple weak spots; his opponent was also extremely damaged, and could be dealt with in a simple matter. For a fully-healed person, it would be a joke. *
"Your valiant and righteous ways... *cough* *hack* will be engulfed by the sea of eternal chaos..."
* After moaning out those words, he began walking towards his far away opponent. Energy blitzed through him with every step, several cut wires feeding electricity into his flesh instead of unfeeling servos. He forged on regardless. He pulled out a shiny black watch, and sloppily stuck it on. Then he continued on. Slowly but surely, he would reach his opponent, or die from self-electrocution. His will forced his body to obey; this, amplified by commands set in his computer, gave him a superhuman will. But an unsettling question remained: could he outsmart his opponent and secure victory? The amtch had been evenly matched for the most part. It was sheer luck that he came out on top with the showstopper phase of the battle. But he would have to break the pattern of trading off winning and losing blows into his favor to win. * |
Grey the Stampede
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From the sidelines, as the skies darkened, so too did the arena's wings darken.
In the black, a pair of eyes and a white grin glistened.
Grey: "It's time."
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Garro looked weakly at the sphere that headed toward him. What was Metal doing? Had he... He had survived!
No, no that was impossible. Metal couldn't have survived, if he had then it meant that Garro had held back somehow. That Garro wasn't out to kill, or destroy or maim. Just that Garro was out to challenge. Garro had kept control the entire time.
But Garro hadn't felt himself hold back. He thought he was unleashing everything, that he was giving in, giving up, letting power and desire consume him.
Garro blinked as the world darkened around him. The ground shook, yet still he had no desire to defend himself. He was too confused.
Good and evil were in constant struggle. One would always cancel out the other, no matter what. It really rose the question, was there an absolute good and an absolute evil? Garro wondered. How could it exist in a person? Everyone always had some form of happiness or joy, and some kind of darkness or aggression. They would cancel each other out.
They would cancel each other out! Of course! That was what had happened! Garro could feel the earth rising around him as the giant ball approached, pulling him toward it. There was good in him! There was compassion and understanding, and it had caused him to stop, instinctively! He hadn't given in yet...
Someday, he thought. Someday he would if he wasn't careful. Now he understood. His purpose was balance, he would never be able to unlock either all of his good side or all of his evil side, because the good in him would keep the evil from taking over and abusing his potential! Other people's beliefs were his fuel, and he was one of the beings that balanced force and faith to better himself and the world around him! He was a scion! A true bringer of balance, a destroyer of ignorance, a----
EXPLOSION'D!!!!!!!!
And then the deadly ball of implosive mass hit. The pain was unimaginable, the agony overwhelmed him on a level that would depress even his maker (trust me), and he could feel his body being completely drained of any and all possible defensive counters he might have had to this kind of devastation. Hit after hit, strike after strike, punch and kick after unbearable punch and kick, it was a wonder his body was even holding together!
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Grey: "What? Don't look at me. I'm not offering the barest amount of protection with the intent of keeping him alive and having him learn a valuable lesson about himself at the cost of feeling the most incredible pain he's ever felt which will in the end leave him stronger but for the timebeing give him a psychotic amount of suffering at the hands of a formidable foe."
The camera shifted back to Garro.
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Garro: "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!"
The explosion rocked the arena violently, tossing Garro toward the opposite end of the arena from Metal, which just happened to be right next to the wings. His torso hit first, whipping his head backward and slamming it into the arena wall. In a very bland, un-finessed manner, he ricocheted off of the wall and landed flat on his face, spread-eagled on the ground, shocked into a near-unconscious state.
As Garro's mind went completely blank, the marble arena, which had transformed into an astroturf field due to Shadow Sam's special modifications that involved the arena being able to be changed to what the fighters desired, transformed back into its original marble state. It flickered green with astroturf a few times, then back to marble, then finally settled on fake-green astroturf again as an electrical crackling noise could be heard. Next to the entrance of the arena, a scorched bringer of balance, justice, good and evil lay completely prostrate on the ground and unmoving.
He quivered a little bit, spasmed a few times, but didn't get up. Still alive, still capable of rational thought, but temporarily taken out of commission.
From within the entrance, Grey and Kalar looked on with interest.
Kalar: "Good move."
Grey: "Thanks."
Kalar: "I was referring to Metal."
Grey: "Oh. Bastard."
Kalar: "Shaddup. Asshole."
Grey: "Whatever. He's gonna need a few seconds."
Kalar: "Yep."
Garro groaned as he reached forward with his hands, the gloves now ripped and his clothes in bad condition. That one hurt a lot. |
MetalMan88
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* Metal, blasted into space, had nothing left. He was totally wiped out, and he would soon suffocate from the lack of oxygen up here. Even worse, a blast of light energy roughly equally a solar flare was about to hit him. If he wasn't killed by fatigue and suffocation, this would ensure it. However... something very odd happened. He actually drew on his nothingness. While Garro was near blinded by his own charging, Metal straightened out in outer space. There, he silently extended his palms into the air, his frayed, damaged, and sparking hands looking more like claws. An utter expression of ultimate hatred spread across his face... and speaking words that could not be heard (No sound in space), a whole variety of runes began to form around him. The hapless satellite (and likely others nearby) would probably capture this rapidly increasing energy. The energy charged fast; he would be hit by the white light soon. The runes intensified, and then imploded... as they had increased in mass so much they were unable to stay together. A few desperate thoughts flew through Metal's mind. *
e=mc². 1 ÷ 0 = Undefined. Chaos will always increase in the universe.
* After which, he was engulfed in a sphere of pure blackness. The white light hit him shortly after.... engulfing the small black sphere entirely. After a few minutes of blinding light, the sky cleared, and nothing was left... *
"X-ZONE!!!"
* Out of nothing... came worse than nothing. A huge hole RIPPED through the sky... revealing that Metal had used the attack to strengthen his own. While it damaged him extremely heavily, and it would be questionable if he could survive the aftermath... by taking the damage, this amplified his ability to call upon dark, chaotic energies, through the increased nothingness. This... was the sort of stuff reserved for metaphysical history. But that... was only the beginning of the attack. The sphere increased... nay... it increased its power to decrease. It began falling... taking with it the meteorites from Garro's previous attack, which had (unfortunately) taken way too long to land. The swirling mass of rocks was made even worse, as they caught on fire during re-entry. Furthermore, the ruins of several satellites had fallen prey to both attacks. Metal, in the center, continued adding to his X-Zone field, making it larger. The sky would suddenly go dark for Garro; the huge mass of Metal, satellites, X-Zone sphere, and meteorites eclipsed the sun. But it only got worse. Then, the gravity suddenly began pulling TOWARDS it from the ground. It was not falling; it was pulling itself into the planet! The ground around Garro, as well as Garro, would begin to be pulled upwards, and damaged heavily by the high gravity field. And then... it was time for the inevitable collision. Both Metal and Garro were probably moving at an impressive rate of speed, ESPECIALLY Metal, and... when they collided, several sonic booms resulted, followed by hundreds of explosions as the field engulfed them both and brought all of the satellites and asteroids to crash into them. Metal, still barely alive, even attempted to punch and kick Garro while he was held by the field. Both took hits from the incoming debris, but obviously most of the debris hit Garro. After three minutes of total disruption of the gravitational field, the entire X-Zone sphere exploded, hurling both fighters to the opposite ends of the arena, on fire, blasted, and also having taken heavy gravity damage. Metal, looking more like a crumpled gum wrapper than a cyborg, landed on his feet.... and then fell to his knees. If his opponent had survived this, he WOULD be at his mercy. As it was, he barely managed to blow out the fire on himself. *
"Do... not... mess... with... Metal Man..." |
Grey the Stampede
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Garro: "Ugh, that sucked."
(thinking): 'I can't unleash this attack while I'm still right in front of him... Too many people might get hurt, and he could counterattack easily. I've got to get him into the air!'
With pistols glowing like beacons in his hands, Garro leapt from side to side as he rushed Metal, throwing his arms behind him and letting his coat flap in the wind as 0s and 1s exploded around him.
He needed more time to charge, too! At least ten seconds...
1010...
A series of binary numbers burst to his side, the shockwave of which threw him into the air and off course, his concentration broken.
1001...
He stopped, and tried desperately to regain his focus as more numbers flew toward him.
1000...
The numbers exploded at him, but this time he was ready for them, using their added force to power a painful-looking jump toward Metal, the airtime of which he used to holster his pistols, now so bright that those with sunglasses could barely stare at them.
111...
He pulled his fist back as he landed next to Metal, out of the way of the heavily damaged warrior's stream of explosive exponents. The gloved hand, now covered in the dirt of several hard falls, glowed a pure white as he prepared himself.
110...
Garro reached out and grabbed Metal, the Light energy in his hands strengthening his grip and allowing him to raise Metal (who would now, if he were intelligent, begin pelting Garro with his dynamite digits to try to stop him) above his head, and lower him below his waist...
101...
A brilliant white aura of still more Light energy swirled around Garro, a white fire that would protect him from harm so long as he kept his concentration, especially if he was attempting to pull off a story-attack like he was now.
100...
A throw! Garro sent Metal flying into the air and immediately whipped out his pistols as the numerically nasty nonpareil rose higher and higher above his head. The white fire burned around him, expanding further and further from his body.
11...
Garro squinted into the fall skies as Metal continued to rise. The glowing brightness of the pistols weren't helping his vision, and he knew he needed to concentrate for this to work out...
10...
Deadly force? It was possible. Metal's body, however, had taken so much damage from his attacks already that it was equally possible that this attack would be just a tickle to his dented, but not broken, frame. The white fire reached its maximum point and filled a radius of nearly 20 feet around Garro, suddenly beginning to retract as Metal began his descent.
1...
Garro could still see Metal in the sky, despite the rapidly receding white fire and the pistols nearly obscuring his vision as he brought them closer together. His hat, his coat, his clothes, all of them were surrounded by pure Light energy. Garro couldn't remember ever tapping this far into what lay inside of him, but the further he explored, the more he saw he did not have. Two thoughts filled his mind; One of desire, to exploit this strength, this skill, to use it to hurt and to heal and to direct the world as he saw fit. The other was exactly the opposite: To leave it latent, out of fear of the strength that the light could give, when used for either good or evil, out of fear of corruption and destruction at his own hands... There wasn't much time left, it was up to him. Fire? Don't fire?
To fire would be weak. To fire would mean he wouldn't be willing to control his temptations. To fire, he would have to give in to the need for violence and destruction that his frail human soul expressed...
If he kept it inside, he would be stronger, he would know that he could resist his own power. It would never consume him. He'd remain pure, balanced. It would come out. He needed to be patient. It would come out...
But there was no time for a decision like that! Metal was going to counterattack any second now, and then Garro would be doomed! What good was his power if he wasn't alive to use it?
But what good was the rest of the world if it stood to be destroyed by that kind of power...?
0...
"Dammit!"
Garro gritted his teeth as the white fire receded entirely back into him. He stopped glowing. His body remained stiff as the two pistols pointed still into the sky. His hands stopped glowing. His clothes returned to their original dirty state. All visual semblance of strength and energy had disappeared from his body.
And then he squeezed the triggers.
He felt both guns heat up, and both fired at once. The barrels seemed to merge into one in his blurring vision, as a gigantic, football-field-sized blast of shining white Light energy blew outward from both guns. Garro's angelic, demonic wings reappeared on his back, spread to their full span as ethereal feathers flew to and fro in the raging tempest. The white fire rushed out of Garro's body again, the kickback from the destructive power of his two guns consuming his body and reducing the area around him to white ash, burning the ground, burning the grass, burning him.
But the burning did not hurt, indeed it empowered him, as white fire was expected to do. The Light energy blast grew and grew as it blazed toward Metal. A satellite camera from the Sim Battle Arena's Space Division was wiped to, and the screens (which nobody would be able to see at this point anyway, what with the blinding light and all) of the Arena's boards showed a beam of white light streaking out from the planet. Garro screamed out as he fired, staring straight into the blast and letting his instincts guide him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaascennnnnnnnnnnnndannnnnnnnnnce!!!"
Tears streamed down Garro's face as he refused to blink at the incredible power he was unleashing. This was not holy. This was not light. This was not strength. This was weakness. Pure, unfettered weakness.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the beam of light stopped, and the skies went back to their original statement. Garro stopped glowing for real this time, and his shoulders, his tired, tired arms, his legs, and his back all drooped as he sank to his knees panting. The pistols smoked a white smoke, and he let them drop to the ground as he reflected on what he just did.
He was weak. Desire controlled him, just like every other human. There was no escape from it, was there? Damn.... Damn him. Damn him and his lust. And still, above all else, there was one question that existed in the back of his mind.
After all of that, where was Metal? |
MetalMan88
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* Metal landed on the ground, his staff incinerated, and himself, still burning of holy energy. He could not see very well, and various parts of his true body show through the armor--with veins that glowed. Nothing less than phazon could be running through them. But before Garro could finish Metal off, Metal got up... and began walking towards him, in that creepy Terminator-esque "Still walking despite heavy damage" way. When he reached a mid-point of where he had landed and where Garro was... the glow ended. *
"You are an admirable opponent. But rather than waste your time using such terrible indirect attacks, I should give you a real fight. Kneel in fear before the ultimate power!"
* Metal floated up, his arms and head slumped. Then... he lifted his fists into the air. Endless lines of green binary code appeared around them. *
"Beneath Zimmer, 4Chan, and CATS, there is Binary code!"
* At the height of his power, Metal spread his fists into outstretched palms.... and unleashed a horrific spray of 1s and 0s, all of them exploding on contact... besides those which mutated or glitched objects. The massive spray would engulf a large area if left unchecked. * |
Grey the Stampede
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Grey: "Garro! The internets! Use the internets!"
Garro: "What you say?"
Garro's head snapped to the side as he belted out the crappily-translated phrase to his leader. After a few seconds of nothing, Garro braced himself, and reached into his coat...
Metal flew toward him, and Garro threw the coat off, disappearing in a burst of speed! The magical Zimmer-Bolts zapped through the air, and Garro knew if he didn't want a "package deal" of pain, he'd be wise to continue his evasion. Though the chaos was chaotic, it was also controlled, and eventually, control was what Garro lost, as a 4chan-powered Zimmer beam hit him square on, rendering him impotent for the moment. Metal proceeded forward, beat Garro's manhood into submission, and Garro came out of it flying toward the opposite end of the arena from Metal, crashing into the wall and causing dust and debris to scatter theatrically.
When it cleared, however, he was gone. Metal soon found a pair of kevlar-covered arms wrapped around his shoulders... Garro had bolted behind him, in a very un-manly move!
"How are you Metalman?"
Nerds, of course, were not very manly as it stood. And speaking of standing, Garro stopped doing so, dropping to his knees and grabbing Metal around the ankles!
"All your base are belong to us!"
Garro, in a godly burst of strength, lifted Metal off the ground and swung him around in the air, throwing him as hard as he could into the sky!
"Somebody set us up the bomb!"
Annnnnnd the Holy Hand Grenade that Garro planted onto Metal went off. In a bright, holy explosion of energy that sent shrapnel everywhere, Garro dashed forward and prepared for Metal to land on the ground.
"You are your way to destruction."
He drew both pistols, and they began to glow very, very brightly... Brighter than his initial blasts did. In the air or on the ground, Garro pointed his pistols at Metal and they continued to grow in brightness.
"You have no chance to survive make your time."
EDIT: Some dialogue changes. |
MetalMan88
Posts: 214/232 |
OOC: XD I had no clue; I don't usually frequent tha tplace... but I guess I chose a lucky pun.
* Metal had no clue how deadly this staff was... Garro could use that to his advantage, in the next 15 seconds of dramatic slow-mo. *
"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" (Slow-mo distortion)
* Time up! After Garro had done whatever he had to protect himself... the true power of Metal's attack unlocked itself. The staff flew towards Garro, Metal blurring towards him as reality literally exploded into glass shards. In the confusion, Metal flew around like a demented ball of flubber, flailing the staff around and sending beams of radioactive George Zimmer power everywhere. At the same time, he threatened to beat the manliness out of his target. Perhaps there was a reason he was called Metal Man... meanwhile, Metal continued flying around, wreaking havoc and most likely triggering other evil George Zimmer-related effects on Garro. *
"Ahhhhhhhh!!! It's vastly more powerful than I thought it would be! Now I can't stoooooooop iiiiiiiiiiitt!!!!" *FWOOM* *FWOOSH* *ZOOM* *ZAP* *BZORK*
* After a few more seconds of controlled chaos, the randomness and the power sent Metal and the staff careening around the arena, unwittingly setting himself on fire and then sending him through a sticky and popcorn-covered stand full of fans. He came out covered in the random stuff people discard when they leave a major event. * |
Grey the Stampede
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OOC: If you don't know what I'm talking about... Consider yourself the better for it. I swear.
Grey: "FUCK!"
Kalar: "What? What is it?"
Grey: "He's gonna... He's gonna use a George Zimmer attack..."
Kalar: "A what?"
Grey: "George Zimmer, founder and CEO of the Men's Warehouse. One of the manliest man-men in the world. And one of the most feared beings on 4chan.org. Garro! He needs to call on the power of the internet gods to combat this! I guarantee it!"
Kalar: "Wait, what the fuck? Internet gods? You mean there are people who actually believe that there's an internet god?"
Grey: "Well, it's kinda like in that Neil Gaiman novel..."
Kalar: "Ah, fat guy. Gotcha."
Grey: "Yeah. GARRO! THE INTERNETS! USE THE POWER OF THE INTERNETS BEFORE HE HITS YOU WITH GEORGE ZIMMER'S SUPERPOWER!"
Grey called out of the wings into the arena, and Garro snapped to attention after watching the staff of suitage get formed. Dapper? Indeed. But that was hardly enough to faze Garro. There had to be an internet fad that was stronger than Zimmer. Garro himself was nowhere near that level of manliness power, and he knew he needed an idea, which conveniently came to him several seconds later.
...
...
...
I said, which conveniently came to him several seconds later.
Garro: "What, I got nothing. George Zimmer's pretty damn good, man."
Ugh, are we pulling another Janus vs. Elder Schwa here?
"No, man, it's just that... Well, it's fuckin' George Zimmer, man. Give me a few seconds."
Hrm, fine.
...
...
...
You got anything yet?
"......yeah, I think so. I think so..."
Garro closed his eyes and placed his hands together as Metal flew through the air, the especially deadly and dapper staff coming ever closer to the apparently defenseless Garro. This would be a tough one, but Garro knew.
He just had to believe, too. |
MetalMan88
Posts: 212/232 |
* Stares blankly as the radioactive and cheap shoes vanish *
"Very well then. If Payless doesn't suit you, then perhaps these suits from Men's Warehouse will do!"
* Metal tore open a hole in the fabric of time and space. With this, he could conjure ANYTHING. However, he chose to use it to loot suits out of Men's warehouse. Why did he choose this? Nobody knows, especially with the weird and wonderful weapons he could have just plucked out. Anyway, he then snapped his fingers twice. The expensive suits suddenly folded together to make a weird, glowing staff... which Metal immediately used to pole-vault into the air. *
"Suit suit suit suit suit suit!!! Aieeeeeee!!!"
* What he was going to do next was unknown to both himself and his opponent. * |
Grey the Stampede
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Garro: "Ugh, Hel-LO? Fashion police! You wear the LOAFERS with the SUIT, the SNEAKERS with the JEANS, the SANDALS with the SHORTS, and the SHOES with the SLACKS!"
Garro grabbed the shoe as Metal tried to stab him with it, holding it by the side in his mighty gloved hand as he screamed into Metal's face the rigorous training given to him by his stint at a local community college before going to university! He gripped the shoe hard, and tossed it to the side as a highly-stylized special-effects explosion blew a blast of wind toward him that made his coat blow in a frustratingly cool manner.
When the portal opened up...
"And what kind of self-respecting fighter shops at Payless? You want cool shoes, you go for the NAME brands, boy!"
Garro whipped out his foot, and a set of shining sparkles flew through the air as the awesomeness shifted from Metal to Garro...
"BANG! Authentic Lorenzis! Even gods don't have that kind of style!"
The radioactive shoes flew through the air at him, but Garro whipped his foot around and the sparkles from his incredibly awesome shoes flew outward, causing each vastly inferior shoe they touched to disappear! He stomped his foot on the ground, and another shower of sparkles flew outward, this time to do the same thing to Metal!
"Now THAT'S what I call a victory for good taste!" |
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