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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23  Posts: 208/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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| * Metal looked at the spectacle, but not in awe... in fact... he was laughing. At himself. After a few moments of creepiness, he straightened his frame. The meteors had not come yet, although he didn't even know of meteors coming to destroy him. He focused on the unholy acts being done by Garro... laughing in the face of death, indeed. * "So, once again, I am proven right. There is no perfect being... and thus a far more ancient power reigns supreme." * Metal began walking towards Garro, not minding the blood or the unholy ritual that was taking place. Confident even more than before, his triumphant march and blatant disregard for the enormity of what was about to happen revealed only one thing; he was, in a way, the opposite of Garro. A being whose faith was in himself. It was true. Metal thought of himself as God; that by doing so he could do anything, and that alone boosted his power, merely because he rarely became depressed or felt hopeless. It was only proof to the contrary that would affect this, and it was clear it had been the reason he took a beating earlier; it had appeared a more supreme being had been giving his foe might beyond his means. But now that the cat was out of the bag, and clearly Garro was not a holy warrior, he was not even feeling even; he felt superior once more. And that is why, walking right up to the self-stabbed Garro, he did nothing more but punch him in the face. Would this cause some unholy curse? Damage Metal? Cause the meteors to hit him while distracted? Destroy Ohio? No one knows. But the energized blue fist clearly would leave a mark if not impeded by something, whether metaphysical, natural, or even something else. * "The power of the individual shall overcome!" |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82  Posts: 3319/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Metal punched Garro in the face, and Garro fell backwards, sprawled on the ground. The black flames still surrounded him, and now it looked as though they were protruding from his chest. A record scratch sound filled the air as the battle music, which had previously been incredibly creepy and terrifying, came to a sudden, completely out-of-left-field stop. ------------------------------------------- And now, an interlude... Kalar: "Uh, Grey? He's not getting up. Should we be worried?" Grey and Kalar peered out at the Arena from the wings... So far the fighting hadn't really been very impressive. There had been a few cool moves here and there, but it looked like the story was getting in the way again. Grey: "Nah, let him. I think I know what he's up to..." Kalar: "Oh?" Grey: "Yeah, think about this..." Whatever Metal was doing, Garro had yet to get up still. Grey took this as an opportunity to engage in some helpful soliloquy... "Think about this: Every match Metal's been in, his performance has been based entirely on his foe. It goes along with his theory that he believes he can do anything. He's only been beaten if he's been shown to be vastly outclassed by someone who can do just that little bit more than him. He matches his foe, if anything. The power that Garro had been expressing had been matched and in several cases even trumped by Metal's abilities. Metal clearly knows a lot more about what he's doing than he lets on. He's a good fighter, and I think Garro knows that power alone isn't going to beat him, which is ironic..." Kalar: "Ironic because of that...?" Grey: "Correct." Kalar: "I see...." --------------------------------------------- Garro twitched a bit on the ground, and came to a sitting position with the flaming sword still in his chest. It dissipated into nothingness as he realized that his spell pretty much fell flat in front of him. He rubbed his jaw where Metal had punched him and got to his feet. Garro: "Well, damn. I never said I was a perfect being, that's very rude of you. I don't like it when people put words in my mouth." He walked over to his cast-off coat, grunted a bit as he hefted it, and put it back on. His movement was reduced to normal, and he walked over to Metal, shaking his fist in the air. "And you know what?" He turned his fist palm-inward, and stuck his middle finger in the air. "That's for punching me. Especially after I apparently agreed with you." |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 209/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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| * Metal laughed again... then began a monologue himself. * "Most spells and rituals are prone to being disrupted if someone who doesn't believe in them goes right up and smacks the people involved around. You're not a perfect being, of course--it was that I thought you had the power of one behind you. Which you yourself said was false. Thusly, I agreed that there was a balance of good and evil and that from the divine perspective that there is no good and evil. But there aren't any divine deities here so thus good and evil reign supreme as thoughts which we have inside our heads. As a result I am able to use my own belief in myself to increase my battle ability to deal with whatever you dish out, unless you manage to outsmart me, which you have done on occasion. But, the battle is still undecided, so..." * Metal pulled out a levitating chalkboard and began writing an equation; he had been silently thinking to himself while Garro was on the ground. * "This is an equation of two variables. X is me, and Y is you. Now, currently, X is greater than Y, at least in my opinion, when it comes to the battle standings. However, Y may square itself through some magical spell, which I consider to be variable J. Now, Y * J = Y^2, which means that Y^2 is most likely greater than X. However, that only applies if the spell succeeds and I do not find some rude way to smack it down like before. Now, on the other hand, we must address shifts between dimensions and the amount of people who go to school on Wednesdays. When the amount of people going to school bring three quarts of horsefeathers..." * It would become apparent that Metal was going into one of his infamous lectures. Garro could not only feel his brain hurting from the large about of equations and vague problems being dealt with, but tired from the endlessly boring nonsense which Metal spouted from his mouth. This, as a result, could actually be considered an attack; should Garro lack the will to resist the effects, he would find himself both asleep and with a headache. Metal continued to speak on and on and on, presumably until Garro did something to distract him or attacked him. * "Now, if we add together the matrix to Star Wars, we have Dave's Honda Dealership, which can save us a lot of money, much like Geico saved me on my car insurance, but... then I bought the non-yellow book and wasted the rest on a Pizza Hut Bread Stick cube..." * The speech was most certainly annoying... * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3322/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Garro: "I see, I see! That makes perfect sense!" Garro had replaced his small black bible with a notebook and was taking notes incessantly: He had attended many college lectures in the past on the subject of Random Bullshit, particularly the courses RNDBS108, 369, and 404: Introduction to Idiotic Concepts, Integral Development of Entropic Knowledge, and Advanced Inability to Figure Things Out. The equation, he realized, was sheer genius: Metal was on the verge of almost discovering the complete unified theory of BSing One's Way Out Of An Ass-Kicking! The keyword there was, of course, almost. Garro took a good, long look at the equation... The Matrix Participle of Discovering the Underlying Principle of Nearly Every God Damned Movie Ever Made was being used to calculate the ratings of the latest David Lynch movie: The Cinematography Postulate, when plugged into the Cheesy Special Effects en vitro Theorum, was almost proof enough to show that Geico COULD INDEED save you 15% or more on car insurance: That Gecko's payroll, however, had to be subtracted from the value, which was keeping Garro from figuring out just how many licks it would take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. Finally, he just thought "Fuck it" and, tossing his notebook aside, pulled out his pistols and leapt backward, using the mathematical power of the MPDUPNEGDMEM to power his Wachowskinated special effects and fire a rapid series of holy blasts at Metal, threatening to blow him and his chalkboard to pieces! |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 210/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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| "And then... ahhhhh!!!!" * Metal's chalkboard exploded, sending chalkboarded equations and variables flying everywhere. He was also burned, especially by the burning holy light of burning that was burning his knees, his elbows, and his golden tooth. Oh, wait, he didn't have one. Sorry. However, he had his own attack. The almighty attack of 1337ness which would make him all powerful! At least, he hoped it did. He took off one of his shoes. * "Meet your match, Garro! Eat this! Ahhhhh!!!!" * Metal ran into the stream of still-flying fireballs, swatting at them with his shoe. For no good reason... this worked. Soon, balls of holy energy were flying at Garro. Metal was also flying at Garro, having run up into his face. At which point he decided to psychotically stab Garro in the chest with the metallic shoe, making a series of metallic thuds. * "Remember the Alamo!!!!!" * He then shoved the shoe into Garro's mouth and then took off his other shoe. With which he backed off a bit and then said... * "....Shoe." * At which point the shoe that was in Garro's mouth (Or possibly elsewhere, if Garro managed to take it out) would explode. The shoe in Metal's hand, on the other hand (not the left hand) would then fly at Garro, glowing various weird colors. After which a weird looking portal that appeared to be the doors of a payless shoe store opened up. With that came a steady stream of radioactive shoes, all flying at Garro's noggin. Oh my, oh my, what would he do? * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3367/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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!" (edited by Greynic X on 10-05-05 02:11 AM) (edited by Greynic X on 10-05-05 02:12 AM) |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 212/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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| * 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. * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3370/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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. |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 214/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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| 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. * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3471/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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. (edited by Greynic X on 10-07-05 11:34 PM) |
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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. * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3535/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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? (edited by Nazi on 10-10-05 06:31 PM) (edited by Nazi on 10-10-05 06:34 PM) |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 219/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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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..." |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3538/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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." ---------------------------- 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! ----------------------- 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. ----------------------- 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. (edited by Grey on 10-10-05 11:19 PM) (edited by Grey on 10-11-05 01:52 AM) |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 220/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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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. * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3568/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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...' (edited by Green on 10-12-05 06:57 PM) |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 221/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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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." |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3576/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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. |
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MetalMan88 Ninji Level: 23 Posts: 222/232 EXP: 63815 For next: 3908 Since: 12-11-04 From: 1970s Since last post: 10 days Last activity: 8 hours |
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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! * |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3578/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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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." |
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