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"There isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here!"
This truly was the fight he was waiting for, perhaps not with 310 but he was watching 376 carefully. He had felt her presence days ago during her last fight, everything in his being had prepared him for this display. L stood among the crowd a simple spectator, tonight he would not shed blood, he would simply watch as a predecessor of his kind went to war.
"Dost thy exist only to entertain," he said, "or should you live by another reason?"
She was good, he slipping under the stone and took a step forwards, a counter attack did come but it was very different than what most people would consider a counter. His arm barely looked like it moved as his fist connected his her palm strike hard enough to send a blast of air pressure out from the sides strong enough that it kicked away all the dust smaller rocks around them that were made. From there he switched fighting methods quickly folding his arm and dropping an elbow towards her forearm to get it the hell out of the way as he moved in with a stomping kick towards her knee.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 17:51:01 GMT -5
In one very quick movement she lifted her leg and twisted avoiding both strikes as he entered her range and drove that same leg he was aiming at into the opposite side of his torso before pushing him with both her hands and dashed backwards like a blur, their strikes even if they connected or not were loud. The pressure wave had distorted the actual music in the building and her thundering strike sounded like a baseball was hammered across the field.
When her feet came to rest it was violent breaking the ground further, she was probably the reason the arena floor was so damage, she took no movement gracefully even if she moved extremely elegantly. It was that moment that people could see the damage done to her right leg, his attack had landed but just barely, when she took a step forward there was a loud snap as she twisted her leg placing her knee back in place.
He dropped his arm just in time to take the brunt of her strike, it definitely made him wince and he could feel his arm snapped and his ribs cracked. Her pushing him back gain him an advantage as he clinched his fist and snapped his arm back into place, his ribs were healing over at a rapid rate but he also noticed how fast she had healed too.
"This is going to take forever." He muttered sarcastically as he shook his arm out and got feeling back in it. Thank god he was designed to just straight up tank hits and thank god for his upgrades otherwise he'd be done two hits ago. He started walking forward towards her, she was fast and hit hard as hell. He stopped mid stride, something in his nerves was on fire, granted she was making his sense of danger go off as well but this was a whole different fucking level and it was... coming from the crowd? He glanced over following where exactly this feeling was coming for for a second and saw him.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 18:05:57 GMT -5
She felt it too, she gave him the moment and looked in the same direction. The cold stare of the man on her in the crowd, it made her skin crawl. Her gaze left him though, the crowd was still roaring. She tilted her head right and cracked her neck, it was like she was slowly loosening herself up to continue the onslaught of fighting. At this rate she hadn't even gotten started, usually people were done by now. She had to give it to him, he could take the abuse.
He shook his head, shaking away the feeling he had gotten from this guy, he needed to concentrate on this fight first. Looks like she was taking the moment to see who the hell it was, did she also have some sort of sense to her? It would explain a few things. He looked over to her, "Sorry about that, let's get to it."
He stomped his heel hard into the concrete ripping up a nice large chunk which he launched with a spinning kick towards her head. The chunk was flying and had a spin to it, he moved in a blur, regardless of how she reacted to the chunk of stone he was going to be bearing down on her with a whole volley of strikes aimed at her chest and mid section.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 18:18:19 GMT -5
She caught the chunk back handed using its momentum to make her first move stepped right as he punched, then another step back before rooting her feet. To the crowd it must have looked insane, he was flurrying a volume of strikes and she was making micro adjustments avoiding each strike. It was a matter of maybe three or four seconds before the momentum kicked back in and she stopped avoiding the strikes and began blocking them by pushing them out of the way with her arms.
It seemed like the faster was was getting the faster she was. Something very similar happened twenty years ago with the 313 unit, everything it would be damaged by it would be adapted to. This same thing happened with her, she evolved on the spot, the thing that flowed through her body was a prototype of the Daemon Parasyte, the first step of the 400 series spliced with the Type virus that started the 300 series.
A moment later, no more like three more seconds later and she rooted both feet down widening her stance standing centered with him taking four or fight shots to her torso as she delivered one massive thundering strike to his midsection with plenty of force to push him away. When she stood at her full height again the damage to her arms had already began regenerate and the crowd was going insane, her shirt was tattered and damaged from the strikes she allowed in but more or less she seemed undamaged from them. A new anomaly had began however, her body was actually steaming from where her wounds had been, the heat on the ground level was also rising.
He was thrown off of his back and to his knees and a single hand was planted on his hand as he sat there for a minute, a large trail of blood between the pair of them. He took a minute, steam coming off of his body as well as he regenerated from the attack. As he looked up he was smiling as licked the blood off that had dribbled onto his lips and spat it to the side.
There was a look in his eyes of enjoyment as he pushed himself up. She was good, she didn't have to make giant moves to adjust from dodging to attacking. Her blocks and everything were natural and minuet but the power behind each strike. He nodded his head up and down, "I get it now." He said he'd started catching on, she was adapting, instantaneous combat evolution a feature which while added to most if not all 300 series tyrants is what really made them dangerous in his opinion.
Well his carefree demeanor on the matter changed almost instantly. In his mind he could no longer see the crowd or hear the music, he couldn't feel anyone other than who was in the pit with him all of his senses focused in on her. "Sorry." He said in a dull and almost drained tone as if he suddenly lost all liveliness to him. He took a step forward and he was gone until he was right at her left throwing a strike towards the side of her head that was moving fast enough to create an air burst effect as his fist traveled, it sounded like multiple gun shots being fired off as his fist traveled.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 18:46:33 GMT -5
It was a moment she had waited for, the moment when the crowd would finally understand just what they were watching. The moment she knew it was time to less with thought and more with instinct. Adam would find himself twisting from the momentum of his strike and she was still standing there, her head tilted just enough to avoid the strike, had she moved? She must have? Yet it didn't look like it at all. The whole thing about 376 that separated her from your average 300 unit. It wasn't her raw talent and power or that she had some hidden abilities, it was that she was literally created with the code name Valkyr.
"The Valkyr project was to create a berserk class tyrant, it was deemed a failure because it created what you see in that arena. She is the sole survivor of tests against the Lucifer project and further tests for the 400 series before she somehow escaped," Doctor Oleg said watching the screen. He and Ulysses were drinking beers watching a spliced in feed.
"So what chance does Wraith have," Ulysses asked.
"Hand to hand," Oleg began wiping off the mouth piece of his beer, "he better rethink his approach and start using his powers before she begins dismantling him."
Her speed further increased as she peppered him in close range with five or six jabs around his midsection as she circled away from him. Time seemed to stop for her as well, the crowd wasn't even making noise even though they were clearly moving. The reality she lived in now was what she called the zone. Everything blinked and she was back on him hounding him with her speed further increasing with every thunderous strike for his body. She wanted to break him more than kill him, but she wasn't about to give him any breathing room now.
She dodged and he could feel four of the six hits before his body snapped into reflexive instinct and snapped out blocks for the last two. His body was recovering as they were fighting, he to was adapting and his head was going miles a minute in the back of his mind. She had him as far as pure physical hand to hand was concerned but the difference was in their natural abilities and what training they had. Hers seemed all instinctive, the instincts of a B.O.W. who for this it was programmed into her and developed solely through combat.
She was on him again but every strike she landed hit a wall inches away from him which sapped all the kenetic energy from the attack before it shattered or was slipped and pushed away with a violent strength as he went into countering with very precise and rough close combat tactics and techniques. Targets such as under the floating ribs, the collar bone and clavicle and joints were mostly targeted by his attacks.
At one point he pushed past one of her strikes and grabbed her into a clinch starting to throw knees towards her mid section, ever time his foot launched off of the ground a crater formed under them. He didn't hear the announcer or the crowd especially not how the announcer had just gotten approved to turn this fight into a death match.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 19:10:50 GMT -5
It was no longer a dance, they were tearing the arena apart blow for blow was actually breaking down the floor and walls as they collided with them. One thing was for sure, after this fight no one would want to step in the ring with her again now knowing that she was capable of far more than she had ever done before.
Straight into the clench, she crossed her wrists as he had control of her neck and stopped each knee strike before catching the last one with her right hand and stepped into it putting her left leg behind his to put him off balance and take this fight to the ground, as they scrambled she took top position striking down hitting the ground as she barely missed his head. It was rapid strikes however and the concrete under his head was literally exploding before she ended up off him and back onto her feet, she didn't want to spend too much time on the ground, she thought that was boring when the other person couldn't manifest their full power.
She twisted back and forth popping her hips and back as she did and began hopping back and forth from foot to foot, one of her keepers stepped over to the edge and tossed her a new shirt since hers was barely on her anymore. She ripped the other one off her body and slipped the new one on, the steam was rising from her body more and more but even after all of this she was still ready for a lot more.
Meanwhile, Cassidy had found her way through the arena, she was definitely trained well by Snake as she was in an area she shouldn't be in and completely undetected. Guards were walking under her as she was fifteen feet above them hand on one wall foot planted on the other waiting for them to move before she slid down the wall and crossed through the back to some backrooms. She began taking pictures of everything.
As he went down, this time he was ready from the last time he was put in this situation he fought back either leaning side to side to slip the punches or crunching his abs so he could get enough range to sling strikes from his back. As soon as she got to her feet he kicked up to his, his body was letting off so much heat his tank top was beginning to smolder off of him. He had both arms raised and he was bouncing from foot to foot.
He touched down lightly with one foot before a kinetic blast ripped a deep but small hole into the ground and launched him into striking range, he was low faking her with a what looked like a palm strike towards her face but it was used to block vision and distract from the real threat which was an uppercut flying towards to her chin, the momentum and power behind it further multiplied by a kinetic blast under his elbow similar to the one that launched him to her.
Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 25, 2020 19:28:49 GMT -5
Her body wasn't reacting off sight anymore, she had her eyes mostly closed during most of these engagements. It was as if she was feeling the momentum around her. Her hand caught the upper cut and she pushed off his strength putting herself into the air and landed five or so feet back before dashing forward low to the ground her hand touched the broken concrete as she went from facing him to away splintering a whip cracking kick across his face.
Cassidy had plenty of evidence on her hands now. The scene down below was kicking up to get most of the attention off what she was doing, granted she could feel the place shake every time one of them moved out there. She began making her way through the exit hallways to the main floor again slipping around two guards as they talked about their favorite beer and moved back out to the crowded area. She had a clear view at the people who set this up, it wasn't enough to condemn them but it was pictures to place them here and now. She raised her camera and took the picture from where she stood.
This was going well, he could see she was definitely a product of madness like himself. The two of them were going to rip each other apart at this rate. He could feel her killer instincts kicking in, she was fighting like an animal and using only her instinct to move, in a way it was terrifying to watch someone with that much mastery over her body but it was also somewhat gorgeous.
"I think it is time to settle this," he finally said and his eyes began to glow a crimson color and the lights began to flicker, "no longer are you a victim of this pit my love."
The lights continued to flicker as several anomalies warped the room distorting time and reality as loud cracks began to snap the air. Several people in the crowd got caught in one of the anomalies as it formed and when it blinked out what was caught literally disappeared leaving behind a bloody mass of gore. He began to descend the stairs slowly before being on the edge of the arena and lifted a single hand the ground behind her feet broke and lifted into a ramp of sorts back to her corner.
He looked over his shoulder up toward where Roman Faust sat, "Quoth the Raven," and the lights cut out, "nevermore."
The kick whipped into a kinetic wall but it wasn't enough to stop it, he went with the hit to avoid taking the full force of it, whipping around into a spin kick thrown at her temple. It was violent and he could've sworn he may or may not have snapped something in his knee which was holding his weight as the kick connected. The moment his kicking leg touched the ground he sprung back off of it shaking his other leg out as it adjusted itself and healed, he even focused on it to heal it more rapidly and he was about to move in to strike again when he stopped.
Something snapped him completely out of his mind set as he could feel this deep overwhelming sinking feeling. It was simply best described as dread perhaps? It was strong enough to pull him out of his tunnel vision as he noticed lights going out and people covered in gore, spectators screaming, not of enjoy but out of fear and shock. Someone was getting involved as that formation rose behind her and his head snapped immediately to the person who gave him that feeling before.
Roman had been watching the fight amused, this was going to make him a lot of money. Of course he'd felt the stranger and the danger he just seemed to exude but it wasn't until he got involved that he really caught his attention. He stood from his chair, "Time to leave." He replied, Richard nodded radioing it in as Faust and the ones specifically in dress clothes all began making their way out of the area.