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Post by kemix on Dec 12, 2017 12:28:14 GMT -8
(Story Versions: Off, Asymptote V1, 10 battle posts, Single Judge)
Asymptote was lead into a battle arena the size of a simple football stadium. The field was made of simple normal panels, a small crowd gawked at the navi that lumbered into the empty area. Asymptote would shake his head at the navis that whispered and jeered at him, his head turning left and right. He wanted to fight, he felt the need to go against someone in a fight and let the thrill of battle wash over him. Hmmm. Not a large crowd. Then again, who knows what I'll be fighting against... He mused, punching the palm of his hand in readiness to fight whatever might come against him.
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Post by Kman on Dec 12, 2017 12:50:09 GMT -8
The rhythmic 'click' of heeled, mailed boots on the panels echoed throughout the area as the opponent made themselves, or rather, herself in this case, known. Krystania walked with the same sense of poise and purpose that she always had. The dark, high ponytail danced with each step, as if it were a snake dancing to a charmer's unheard song. As she moved, a few of the navi in the stands took some note of her. She wasn't wholly remarkable as some of the navi could be, with her appearance, but she had a simple noble gentility that was often unseen in Navi.
She came to a stop a short distance from Asymptote, the woman's dark eyes regarding what...might have once been a NormalNavi, but had been so malformed and broken by whatever data had affected it that it barely looked like it could handle breathing, let alone combat. "Hail to you, stranger. I see you seek to test your skills as I do. Know that I am not one to take lightly, but looking at your...form...I imagine that you too are a skilled opponent," the woman said with a smile.
The woman's hand moved with grace and fluidity, drawing a long, slender blade from her armored hip, holding it out to one side. "You may have the first move," she offered gracefully, going so far to even give the other a respectful bow before her stance tightened, her body ready to move at a moment's notice.
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Post by kemix on Dec 12, 2017 17:20:05 GMT -8
(Battle begin, Now playing: Mass Destruction (Persona 3 Soundtrack))
Asymptote looked the navi from head to toe as the navis about began to take a little notice of the feminine navi in front of him. Seeming to be about the size that navis generally were, he couldn't help but take his eyes off the delicate form in front of him. The brutish form of his own bowed in front of her as she did, his ears behind his mask twitching at her words. Sweat began to drip down his shoulders and arms, as well as behind his mask, going down from behind the welded mask down his chin.
Mmmm. You wish to fight me? Very well then. I won't turn down a challenge, and I won't go easy. All I ask is that you know your limits. As I know mine. I do not wish to delete if I can avoid it in a sparring match such as this. I am Asymptote.exe, and I am honored you would have a sparring match with me. Asymptote would say as simply as possible, a hollow ringing in the nearly empty stadium, the navi feeling a rush of adrenaline from behind his eyes. His muscles immediately pulsed and quivered unnaturally. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN! He roared out, his hands smashing against the panels in front of him. Light cracks in the panels showing out as they ran along the impact of his fists.
Looking to start simply, a ball of energy began to form in one of his fists, a light glow shining between his clenched fingers as he reared his arms backwards and with his arms windmilling about, a simple ball of energy swirled about towards the left side of his opponent, just enough to the left to feint away and explode into the panels just behind Krystiana.
Using the distraction, Asymptote would rear his body forwards, his feet scraping against the panels he stood on, much like a bull rearing back into a charge, and with it, Asymptote ran forward at great speeds, attempting to turn his head towards where his opponent would have potentially dodged towards, unable to stop himself as he ran and tried to get her in the stomach as much as his metallic head could catch her with.
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Post by Kman on Dec 12, 2017 18:38:52 GMT -8
"I know my limits, and I am honored at your concern for me," she offered, giving a smile to the large, oversized beast that stood before her. Slender, the woman didn't seem like someone that could stand up to the onslaught that Asymptote was likely going to dish out. "I can guarantee that I will more than an adequate challenge for you," she continued, before she moved to give a small curtsy to the other. "I am Krystania. Let us enjoy the test of skill between us," she continued, her smile widening further, before she settled her stance, her gaze flickering over the man as she waited for him to move. She was a defensive fighter- she needed to know what he was going to do.
As soon as there was a rush of energy from his hand, her gaze flickered to it, and she began to shift, curious as to what it was that he was going to do with it. The attack was interesting, but it wasn't something that looked like it was going to come toward her. It seemed...slightly off course, but even still, she didn't want it to suddenly veer toward her, and so she shifted, her footsteps light, like a dance of some kind. Her movements were fluid, light, moving like a leaf upon the wind. However, she saw then that the beast was still coming toward her. Krystania frowned, but the way that the steps went, she wasn't finished moving...but this man was much faster than she had anticipated, and while she brought up her weapon to block the incoming attack, it struck her hard enough to send her sliding backward across the remaining panels.
Her arms were numb from the force of the attack, and she was certain that the power behind the blow, if something hit her while she was unprepared for it would do some very real damage. "You weren't joking about not going easy...I suppose I should return the favor in kind, hm?" she spoke, and despite the fact that the words might have promised a threat of some sort of anger, or vengeance, there was little but honesty and even some kindness in her words, as if she appreciated Asymptote coming at her with his full strength.
Taking a gliding step forward, the woman swung her blade diagonally, from her bottom-right to the top left, and in doing so, a number of ice shards flew forth, aiming to root the giant in place and keep him from avoiding what was coming next. He would notice that as soon as she swung, rather than return to the stance she had been in before, her blade was now held aloft, positioned like a chopping cleaver. As the ice approached, Krystania followed hot on its heels, gliding over the ground as her blade suddenly cackled with electricity, and she brought the weapon down toward Asymptote's metallic skull, hoping to channel that electricity throughout.
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Post by kemix on Dec 12, 2017 20:13:34 GMT -8
A loud and very verbose clang would be heard all throughout the arena, some navis even covering their ears at the reverb that sounded through the stadium as Asymptote's metal mask and head hit the equally metallic sword. His eyes shaking as the navi barely managed to shift direction, plowing through her defense to the left and nearly stopping just short of one of the walls of the arena. Panting out as he turned back to his challenger, the navi barely caught a glimpse of the ice shards that were flung towards his feet.
The ice crashed against his legs and rooted the mammoth navi in place, ice freezing him from toe to about his waist in a complete and total glacier that he had been caught in, struggling as he tried to lift himself out of the frigid trap that had been laid for him, he was unprepared for what was coming next. The smaller navi rushed at him, as if gliding over the panels and swung at his metal head with a crackling sword of lightning. The navi, as if instinctively, raised his hands up, palms inward towards the sword that was swung at him. And with a little luck, had very barely caught onto the sword, sandwiching it between his palms as the lightning coursed through his body. URRRRAAAAAAAAAAA! He yelled out as he did his best to last out the lightning, sending bolts through the air between his fingers and zapping the wall behind him as it surged all about. His arms twitching as his muscles continued to spasm, before with a mighty swing, threw the navi away towards the wall should she have held onto the blade.
Urrrrrahhh... He exhaled, his hands a mess with black marks from holding the electrified weapon in his hands. Even then, his internal programming began to kick in, the marks and scorched skin began to ever so slowly heal from the damage. He was however quick to start smashing his fists against the ice that trapped him, the cold traveling up his spine and causing him to exhale a stream of steam from it, condensation in the air as he continued to try and escape the ice with all his might, fists pounding relentlessly against it.
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Post by Kman on Dec 14, 2017 17:25:19 GMT -8
Krystania watched with morbid curiosity as the fellow not only caught the blade, but also did so while it was pulsing with an electrical current. He seemed to be affected by the electricity, but she was so simply caught off-guard by the straight-forward and downright brutal way that he had handled it that she wasn't at all ready for when he turned, hurling her against the wall. If there was one thing that Krystania did not release, and in fact, couldn't, once a battle was actually started, it was her blade. The man's movement, and the raw strength behind it, wasn't something that she was quite ready to deal with as she felt herself sailing through the air.
That feeling of flight ended suddenly with a dull 'thud' as Krystania hit the back wall, the woman giving a small sound as she coughed. The armor had helped to prevent some of the damage, but she had still taken enough that it would slow her down a bit. Her own regeneration was a little slower, but she didn't think that simply waiting around to give both of them time to recover would be the best course of action. Instead, she noted, the fighter known as Aysmptote was still trapped within the icy prison that she'd made for him. He couldn't dodge, but he could still block the attacks, as he'd done, and that made things a touch more difficult. Still, she didn't imagine that he could put up with too much more damage to his hands after that. "Not a bad response. Instinctual and primitive, but nonetheless effective. That was quite the show," she commented, but again, there seemed to be no actual mocking in her words- she seemed to be genuinely praising the larger navi for his quick thinking.
With a small exhale, she began to move once more, the woman's footsteps, despite coming down from mailed leggings, making very little sound as she moved, like a sprite skipping through the air as she came, the woman's body in a dead sprint toward the giant. As she drew closer, her body pivoted and, like a dance, she began to flow in her strikes. The woman's blade had been held low and had so she had simply brought it up in a rising strike against her target. As she did so, darkness gathered around the blade, rushing up with the weapon toward Asymptote before she held the weapon overhand once more, aiming to bring it down in another chopping motion toward her quarry.
If he hadn't freed himself by then, she might have a chance at dealing some real damage. If he had, then she was setting herself up to be counter-attacked.
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Post by kemix on Dec 15, 2017 19:37:59 GMT -8
Asymptote was somewhat proud he had managed to make her slam against the wall, even more so as she praised him, for his luck and instincts. But that didn't stop him from continuing to pound at the ice that had him rooted into place. Condensation in the air as he breathed out, his programming continuing to heal the wounds on his hands as she herself began to heal from her own internal repair processes. He could likely out-heal her if he continued to dodge, but that didn't win battles as much as he would have hoped, not to mention...he didn't want to bore the crowd that watched them. More and more seats began to fill as the battle continued, some cheering for him, some for Krystania. And he could see her get back to her feet. Cracks starting to show on the ice, but he knew he couldn't "thaw" himself out enough in time.
Asymptote's internal programming began to go into overdrive as he let out a horrid growl of pain. Leaning forward as he closed his eyes, his body began to...twist...and lurch as he quickly leaned backwards as far as he could, head hitting against the wall behind him as he let out a horrid shriek into the air. A sound wave permeating outwards from his body as it rolled over, air vibrating rapidly as his body began to harden and grow...some sort of crystallized yellow coating over his body, a dull shine glinting off of it. But despite everything, Krystania's first attack hit home. But the attack's damage was lessened as she scraped her sword against his body, his skin now hard as a stone as it made a horrible scraping sound against him. The second attack, however, Asymptote had prepared some sort of defense against. The brutish transformed navi began to grow a pair of bones, one on each hand as they began to poke out of the back of his hands. Bursting out as he held them out in front of him in an X-pattern, he managed in time to catch the blade of darkness between them, mere inches from his face as he began to sit back up. Blood and virtual gore dripping off the razor sharp serrated blades, a couple of the audience members practically going pale in the process. Others cheering on at the blade lock between the two navis. Urrrrr...Was almost afraid I couldn't move my hands in time. You skate like an ice dancer over these panels. Quite ferocious as well. He commented, his arms greatly straining against her blade, but holding nonetheless. Now. What are you gonna do now? We're at an impasse. If you jump away, I can probably free myself from this ice. But stay this close, and you become more predictable. But better start making your choice. I can feel the ice melting. And I'll break free any second now.
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Post by Kman on Dec 18, 2017 13:30:13 GMT -8
The transformation that had occurred as her blades drew closer was not something that the woman had expected. The danger of this one was in proximity, and she knew that right now, that proximity was something that was being forced unto her. Despite his brutish appearance, he was really quite clever, and she very much appreciated an opponent that could think as well as fight. She didn't respond for a moment, letting the heavy blade rest against his armored bone blades, the woman seeming to almost ponder her current situation for a moment. But she did know that his words were true- if she didn't hurry, she'd end up near him while he was mobile, and that wasn't something that she wanted to deal with.
"You are very correct," she agreed with a smile, moving to lift herself off of the ground with the force that she was putting down on the blade, and in a flash, had planted her plated heels against his weaponry, pushing off and floating gracefully through the air, where the armored lass landed with only the barest sound. She rose from her crouched position, sending her blade out to the side to cleanse it from the residual dark energy that had coated it, before she moved, adjusting her stance once more. She turned her left shoulder toward Asymptote, letting her arms move before her, holding the hilt there and letting it extend away from him, while she gave him the lowest profile possible for him tos trike. He'd be free before too long, and she needed to be ready for him when he inevitably closed the distance.
She didn't know what else to expect from this individual. He was both like and unlike the NormalNavi that many used as their basic interface with the Net. He had been one at one point, she was certain, before whatever had currently happened to him had occurred. But even still, the sudden change of his form with armor, and the bone-like appendages, these were not things that the woman was used to seeing happen to a NormalNavi, let alone any other type. A smile quirked her features as she removed a hand from the blade, willing the ice that surrounded his feet to simply melt, sublimating into the air. "You are a curious one, Asymptote. I wish to see what other surprises you hide," the woman called, almost a little playfully as she lowered her hand back down to the blade, and widened her stance a little. If he came right at her, she had a few options, but if he did something tricky, as he had before, she was a bit more ready for it now. But she had pushed him under her assault- it was only fair that he get to return the favor.
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Post by kemix on Dec 20, 2017 12:47:26 GMT -8
Asymptote watched his opponent disengage upon him and, more than that, let him free. The navi felt the cold water pool around his feet and his feet splashing around in as he stretched out. The crowd silent as he kept his bone blades out from the backs of his hands, clashing them together as he began to take note of how Krystania's shifted position left him unable to simply charge at her, but just the same, he could very well sweep her legs if he was so inclined to do, fake her out and then nail her with an upper attacking sweep of his fists.
You let me free...so you could see how I could fight when faced with such a situation... He murmured at her, brandishing his epee-like protrusions as he continued to size her up, eyes looking up and down before coming to a conclusion. The bone protrusions would fall out of his hands with a simple clatter on the floor, the navi simply chuckling to himself, the holes where the protrusions suckling back closed as he regenerated. Heh. Never could figure out how to make those work for longer. He said simply. His hands up in a boxer stance.
The navi rushing after Krystania with a roar, second verse, same as the first. His hands becoming whirling wrecking balls as he began to attack, one arm outstretched to sweep her now lower center of ground as the other would rear back quickly at the warrior woman and with a simple movement, throw a punch towards her midsection, an attempt to launch her with great force away from him to give him more breathing room. What he knew of her so far, she was a force to be reckoned against as close as she could become...but afar, he had no data to conclude against her. Maybe he could rush down towards the other end of the colosseum in his rush after her to gain just a little distance against her and see what else he could gleam of her combat style.
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Post by Kman on Dec 20, 2017 18:06:28 GMT -8
"I thought it was only fair to give you a sporting chance," the woman teased, an amused look on her face. She wasn't quite being rude or making fun, but seeming to fully enjoy the fight. She adjusted her stance slightly, gripping her blade more tightly as the man across from her clashed his bone-like weapons together for a moment, as if readying for an assault, his gaze watching her. She knew it was calculating. He wasn't aiming to do anything right yet, but he was studying her, and for that, Krystania felt both amused and flattered. Her stances were her most prized asset and being able to flow from one to another was her preferred method of combat. Without them, she struggled a bit against foes, but keeping them on the defensive was the most important asset. Here, however, she was allowing Asymptote to calculate out an attack against her.
However, the bone weapons fell to the ground a moment later, and she blinked, cocking her head to the side in confusion for a moment before he commented on them. "A formidable weapon none-the-less. I thank whatever is watching over me that I did not become prey to them," she commented, shaking her head. However, shortly thereafter, she saw him raise his hands up in a simple, but effective stance of his own. It was one that she knew of, having a number of different fighting styles studied and learned and memorized. That was her own style...but that was something that only really applied to traditional users of such a style and Asymptote was anything but average. She readied herself at his approach, the man's powerful legs causing the distance to vanish between them with every step, and she realized that she wasn't going to be able to get away from whatever he was going for.
Instead, she waited for his arm to move and realized exactly what his plan was. Of course, she had no way to combat it from her current position and instead let her programming take over and react with what might be referred to as instinct, rather than thought. She pushed off of the ground, clearing the low-swinging hand, and drawing closer to him as he reared back to fire the powerful straight that followed it. She'd come closer, lowering his windup, and not letting the arm fully extend, thereby minimizing the damage she would take. Of course, she realized as the fist, even half-cocked, slammed into her midsection, that a warrior as powerful as Asymptote would still pack a powerful blow behind it and once more she found herself airborne. This time, thankfully, she had more control over her flight backward.
She righted herself in the air and coated her blade with dark energy before swinging horizontally, sending a wave of darkness at her opponent as she landed, sliding backward several more feet before coming to a stop...only to repeat the action again, firing a vertical wave of dark energy this time, harrying him from afar. "Your strength truly knows few bounds!" she called, her abdomen aching painfully from where the man had struck her.
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Post by kemix on Dec 20, 2017 19:20:47 GMT -8
Asymptote had missed with his calculated sweep of her legs, but her taking the hit to her abdomen and going flying, the crowd roaring as the battle picked up again, only sent Asymptote's heart aloft as she threw out a wave of energy from her sword. The navi would have had ample time to evade had he wished to...but instead, he brought his arms up to block the hit. A wide gash in his arm as blood and data began to dribble out of the attack's hit-point. But when the second came after she had landed, he jumped to the side, the wide blade beam nicking him in the side, slicing through some of the armor without much care in the world.
Still don't know my strength, been known to break or bend things that I didn't mean to do so on. I'm still learning, but it's still far off. Asymptote shouted back, the pain in his arm not seeming to completely phase him as painkillers shot out in the back of his head to dull the cut's pain. But he didn't think much of it at the time. Asymptote continued to analyze her movements, it was obvious even to him she was hurting from the attack to her mid-section. But he wasn't about to let her recover, this was still a fight against one another. But he kinda figured she would know her limits. He wasn't -completely- heartless, he wasn't about to delete her in a simple spar.
Asymptote would then stand there, two spheres of energy beginning to surround him in a clockwise fashion. He had forgotten that, he himself was a bit limited at longer ranges, without chips he was with maybe two attacks that he could launch from range. But as a tactical ploy for himself, would take the shimmering spheres into himself. A very slight shimmer coming off the navi himself as he looked towards Krystiana with a hidden grin. Bringing his arms up in a taunting manner, palms upwards as he began to flick his palms towards him. Come on, got more in ya Krystiana? Don't let that punch to the gut slow ya down! He shouted, taunting the warrior to come at him with everything she had. He wasn't afraid to tank the damage and he was quite sure she wanted to give the crowd a show to remember.
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Post by Kman on Dec 20, 2017 20:57:14 GMT -8
After launching the pair of attacks, Krystania exhaled, holding her blade out in front of her once more. The data in her chest and abdomen was working to repair itself now, slowly but surely. The more she fought, the more her battle regeneration kicked in, and soon she would find that she could handle even some of Asymptote's strongest attacks without needing to recover from them. However, right now she was still struggling under the assault. It had just been two hits that had landed, but that had been enough to cause her breathing to be winded and labored, and her body weakened accordingly. Despite being seemingly borne of a NormalNavi, he was incredibly powerful, to the point where she wondered just what sort of modifications had been made to his code.
"We are all learning. Mastery of oneself is something that I am beginning to believe does not exist. We always learn more with every engagement we participate in, be it against other Navi or a virus. Everything teaches us," she agreed with a smile, before she watched with some curiosity as the man began to form two scintillating spheres of energy, whipping around him. Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concentration as she held the blade before her, readying herself for whatever might come her way from her opponent. However, nothing seemed to happen then, before the spheres simply spun into the form of Asymptote himself, and the woman's eyes narrowed a bit, her grip on her blade tightening. "Do not worry! I am not out of the fight yet!" she called back, the smile once more returning to her face as she looked him over. He was taunting...and that meant whatever he had, it was some sort of defense against her.
Of course, that could just be a ploy to make her hesitant on her approach and allow him to capitalize on the weaker offense. She shifted a half step forward, her stance adjusting before she decided to go all in. Her battle regeneration was starting to kick in now, so if she did take an attack from him that dealt any real damage then she should be able to recover a bit from it before he finished her off. "Let us see just how quick I can be, hm?" she asked, before a darker aura whipped up around her for a moment, her blade exploding with dark energy. The woman's sclera turned black for a moment as the dark energy flowed through her, before she began to drift forward as she had before, holding her blade out to her right as she sprinted forward, racing across the ground at a speed that was impressive for the armored woman.
As she drew close, she gave another flare of power to the dark-infused blade and leapt, aiming to bring the entire thing down on her target. If he had something planned, she'd aim to use the dark energy as a shield to take the brunt of it, otherwise her plan was to cut through everything that was in front of her.
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Post by kemix on Dec 21, 2017 14:24:05 GMT -8
Asymptote nodded at her words, he was still learning as far as anyone was concerned. And as far as he was concerned, he was learning a lot from his opponent. She might still be faster, but he had more bulk. She might be able to keep going even past her limits...but he wasn't about to be counted out. He still had his trump card at the ready in case anything happened...he just needed to keep taking hits to wake it up. And when it did, all hell would break loose, one way or another.
Then she darted towards him. The navi prepared for a defense as she jumped at him, dark energy coated her blade as he promptly brought his meaty arms up towards her attack. A sphere of energy flowing out from Asymptote's form as she brought the blade down towards him. Armor plating beginning to cover his arms as the sphere of energy bounced against her attack. The darkness fading, if ever so slightly from it. But as the two clashed, a wave of dark energy began to explode outwards under the navi, compressed air washing over the normal panels along with the crackling darkness. It almost seemed like a clash from an over the top cartoon.
However, Asymptote wouldn't simply sit there. Her blade dented the metal inwards quite heavily, the navi feeling the full brunt of her impact through the metallic plating that had grown over his arms. But using his free arm as he pressed back against her, the navi's hand reached outward to catch one of her legs in his firm grasp. No hard feelings for what I'm about to do, alright? Asymptote would yell out, even as the crowd cheered the two warriors on. The navi grasping at a hopefully dangling leg, the larger navi then attempting to whip Krystiana upwards from his armored arm and like a crack of the whip, slam her into the ground with a single swing of his arm in turn.
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Post by Kman on Dec 21, 2017 18:09:45 GMT -8
Battle Post: 6 Krystania could sense that he had some form of defense already started and ready to go when she had started to approach, but she wasn't goign to back down. Besides, it was curious to her to see just how someone could handle this strike, as she hadn't really had a chance to field test it before. It had simply been something that she had stumbled upon when trying to do something else. It worked...but she wanted to know just how well it would function in a true combat scenario. In a spar such as this, it was clear to tell that this was the most opportune time to test these sorts of things, and that was represented as she brought the weapon down overhand toward her foe...who brought up a sphere of resilient energy, the two clashing for a moment before he called something to her, the man's voice lost in the din of the combat. "What?" she asked, looking down at him, before she felt a hand clamp on her foot.
She wasn't being held up right now by anything other than her musculature holding her aloft, using Asymptote as a base and as he began to move her, the woman's eyes widened a bit as she realized what it was that he was going to do. She felt the wind rush around her as she was slung into the air, and then there was the briefest sense of weightlessness before she began to hurtle toward the ground. The woman, however, was not completely defenseless, though she imagined that there were some who thought she might be, given the shouts of concern from the crown watching them. She exhaled, and as she was sent to the ground like a flyswatter aiming to crush that annoying fly that had been bothering you and dancing just out of reach fro what felt like the entire day, the woman suddenly became encased in a hard shell of ice.
As the brute slammed her down, the icy prison that surrounded her took the brunt of it, the attack causing the shell to shatter, exploding outward and sending Krystania, her leg now free, into the air as she bounced off of the ground. She turned in the air, landing, but at this point, she wasn't going to simply go back to conversation and turn the octane down. THe fight had actually begun, as far as she was concerned and while she could feel the impact of being slammed down onto the ground over her entire body, the icy armor had dulled the sensation. She made a small movement with her hands, and the shards of ice that had broken around her suddenly twitched, before turning their razor end points toward her foe. "I hope there are no hard feelings!" she called cheerfully, before snapping her fingers, letting the shards of winter streak toward Asymptote, even as she let more of the dark energy gather in her blade.
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Post by kemix on Dec 23, 2017 11:11:06 GMT -8
(Battle Post 7)
Asymptote's plan had worked, he had managed to grab his opponent by the leg as she was preoccupied with trying to cut him down, and flung her into the ground like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately despite his plan working by holding her off, he had not anticipated what had happened next. She had summoned a barrier of ice all around herself and with it, it absorbed the most impact, shattering like glass all around them. And with her quickly getting up...well...lets just say no hard feelings were had. Pain? Yes. A massive amount of cuts? Very yes. Blood data pooling all over around the behemoth of a navi?...what do you think?
No hard feelings? What are- Asymptote managed to say before seeing the shards of glassy ice starting to hover up all around him, the points all looking -right at him- and primed to slice him to ribbons. Well...Fu- He managed to continue right before the ice began to shoot at him, the navi most assuredly unable to dodge what was to come. With a single moment, a single heartbeat, the navi was hit all over from all manner of areas. The navi wound up feeling pain where he didn't think he could feel pain, and god only knew that adrenaline and pain killers would do only so much. He roared out in pain like some sort of movie monster, his defenses utterly pierced and cut to ribbons as the metal on his arms and the yellow rock-like material would be cut away in the blink of an eye. Rock and metal falling in large pieces and sections as blood began to spurt out of the numerous wounds that were inflicted upon himself. And at the end of it, as the last shard of ice pierced through his chest and right through his fleshy exterior, the navi would fall backwards onto the ground with a loud and well earned thud from Krystiana's attacks.
The crowd roared out as Asymptote hit the pavement and with it, the apparent end to the fight. His eyes wide open as he coughed up another spurt of blood, the navi would look down for the count as the pain came rushing through his body in a single massive chunk, ears ringing from the roar of the crowd, Asymptote in the hazy vision could see another phantom lumbering towards him. Holding out it's hand as it stood over him, a mirror image of Asymptote himself. This fight isn't over yet, me. Get back onto your feet. And taste the darkness of your heart. It whispered into the back of his head. Asymptote's arm began to rise as he reached out for the figure in the back of his head as it whispered once more before contact. Show them what you're truly capable of.
Asymptote's body began to pulse with a dark energy, a rumble coming from his body as he began to slowly get up. Skin turning a dark, poisonous green, a weak purple aura surrounding his body as red whisps of energy began to fly around him and his eyes shining a brilliant gold color as the metal on his head began to seemingly rust from top to bottom. A jaw-line seemingly starting to show up where his mouth holes were at, a hinge joining them. This fight. Isn't over yet, Krystania. A booming, deep, voice could be heard, as Asymptote rose up to his feet, blood dripping from every cut and wound that had been inflicted upon him. Syrupy and heavy, Asymptote seemed...uninhibited by the wounds, as each one tried to coagulate and stop the bleeding enmasse. I...have a Dark Soul. But I am still...in control. Asymptote would say simply, getting into a fighting stance, lowering himself towards the ground as he stared at his opponent. Please, Krystania, have the first shot. I'm still able to fight. And please, don't hold back on my account.
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