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Metal Man88 Gold axe It appears we have been transported to a time in which everything is on fire!                   Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| Yeah. Someone random. Appear in the topic, post haste. Bring your own arena.
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cpubasic13 I'm ahead of myself... Wait...   Since: 11-17-05 From: Citra, Fl. Last post: 6291 days Last view: 6290 days |
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| Invader Mewquas hasn't seen battle in a while. Seeing as he needed a fight, he accepted a challenge with this... Metalman fellow.
Onboard the Blarg Tactical Research Station, Mewquas landed his ship. He looked around inside his cockpit to see if he could see the area in which his competitor waited. Stepping out of his Voot Cruiser with Marty, they walked along the path until they reached two doors in the large circular room. They took the right one, which was a personal ship which took them to another part of the research station. Onboard that ship, they went to a new domelike structure that was added to the station. The closest end was already occupied, so the other side was Mewquas's spot. The ship docked, the door opened, and the arena was present. It was a big round arena with an outer barrier of poisonous fluids. The color in the arena was green due to the substances, but the air was fresh due to the new invention called Air Fresh, which purified all the air in a room with a simple set of bars around the room. Weird, yes, but it worked. The only problem was that the color of the air couldn't be changed... Mewquas: "Ready to fight?" |
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Metal Man88 Gold axe It appears we have been transported to a time in which everything is on fire! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| * From the other side of the arena, a door opened, and out came Metal Man, shining brilliantly in the light, though the hue of the air somewhat soured the special effect. He said nothing; rather, he pulled out a burning tuner fork, and banged it against the wall. It would begin to emit a series of deafening shrieks as a result. While that was going on, he advanced towards his opponent, murder in his eyes, and coldness in his heart. And he said... absolutely nothing. *
* Oh, yeah. He's about 6'4" tall, looks much like a person from Tron, except the form-fitting metal armor has no lines on it, he has heavily armored all-steel boots and gloves, and he also has a substancial helmet, with a blue curved line of a visor. From a distance he would resemble Samus Aran, though he was all silver rather than red. * |
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cpubasic13 I'm ahead of myself... Wait... Since: 11-17-05 From: Citra, Fl. Last post: 6291 days Last view: 6290 days |
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| The shreiking would have hurt Mewquas's ears, but since he was an Irken, he was accustomed to random screaming. It was a nasty habit that he long forgotten to do.
He wasn't like other Irken invaders as he was more offensive, but he wasn't a soldier for he will refuse to work with other Irkens for stupid reasons. Mewquas stepped forward. Being about 1'6", he was a bit tall for an Irken. Nevertheless, he was a formidable foe. Along his side was his personal SIR unit assigned to him when sent to conquer Lando. He renamed the unit Marty and upgraded his capabilities, allowing the use of fusion moves, an Irken first. Mewquas grabbed the sword held on his back, but didn't wield it just yet. He walked a little, eyeing his opponent as he traversed his half of the circle and returned to the entry point. Marty didn't move as he was too busy trying to scan pass the new invention but to no avail. Mewquas: "Man of few words, eh?" Marty: "Conditions of scanning impossble. Detecting many frequencys of waves." Mewquas: "Doesn't matter. All that I need is a good opponent." Mewquas lowered himself a little in a ready state as Marty did the same. They were waiting for the first attack if his challenger wanted to do so. Mewquas: "I'm ready." |
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Metal Man88 Gold axe It appears we have been transported to a time in which everything is on fire! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| * Metal's mouth could just barely be seen smirking, as Mewquas' mysterious opponent made a "come and get me" gesture with his free hand, and then did a dramatic pose with his burning tuner fork. He then leaped up into the air, spun clockwise once, twice, three times, and then landed on the ground. This would seem meaningless, until the ENTIRE ARENA began spinning dangerously fast, increasing the gravity quite a bit and threatening to send everyone but Metal into the walls. Metal himself, for some reason, stayed completely stationary. He chuckled quietly while the spinning mayhem occurred. * | |||
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cpubasic13 I'm ahead of myself... Wait... Since: 11-17-05 From: Citra, Fl. Last post: 6291 days Last view: 6290 days |
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| Mewquas began to feel the arena spin as he was about to be pulled back. In retaliation, he sprouted metallic legs that were stored inside his backpack thing. As the legs arranged to a square formation, Mewquas was launched at the wall, his legs penetrating the sides of the wall and cushioning the impact.
He grinned as his opponent stayed still. Meanwhile, Marty charged up his legs with electricity to make himself a magnet to the metal ground. He had a clear view of the metal figure and was fully loaded with weaponry. His right arm turned into a point and then a cylinder, a bazooka. He fired it straight ahead and due to the forces that were pulling him at the same time as the launch, the missle headed straight towards the foe. As Mewquas waited for the arena to stop spinning, he hung on the wall and waited... |
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