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In Which The Overlord Compromises A Previously-Held Stance

He'd said he hated it. That was still true.

He'd said it'd be nothing like the real thing. That was still true.

He'd said he'd never do it. And that... was where he had to change his mind.

Months stuck as a book (and that one time, a big robot for the party) had taken their toll. He'd ignored it, he'd dealt with it, he'd shrugged it off like it was no big deal. And really, it wasn't. He still had his mana power, and that was really what mattered. Getting everything else back was just a matter of patience and kicking ass.

But damn it, he really freaking missed arms!

So today the sensorium held not a book in the arms of a vapidly cheerful minion, but a tall demon with literal fire for hair and swirling mana around his legs, examining his hands as he slowly flexed them.

"Hmph. Not as good as the original... but, better than I had hoped," he said out loud.

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It was a good thing Zetta didn't say anything, as Allenby would have insisted on facing him at full power--even if that might end with her as a messy veneer on the Sensorium floor.

As it was, when she got her first glimpse of what he could do in this form? Her jaw would have dropped if she wasn't too busy trying to figure out how to survive it. She leaped into the air and grabbed her inner energy, green light bursting from her right fist as it formed a large hoop. "Nobel Megacoil!" She hurled it right at the wave of green fire. That shielded a little bit from the force of the attack, but not by a whole lot. Having her Beam Ribbon would help a whole lot, but she was not going to use anything created by the Sensoriums. Just her fists.

She managed to use a fist to smack the side of the blade as Zetta zoomed towards her, but even her impossible reflexes didn't keep it from gashing her shoulder. Yeah, okay, ow. "Not bad!" she grunted.

Of course she would've. He understood that implicitly. That's how she was, it was obvious from practically the first sentences they exchanged. Zetta liked that about her... but he wasn't about to flatten her in one hit. Where was the fun in that?

Despite soaring off into the distance behind her, Zetta dropped from above back to his original spot on the ground. "Nice technique," he said, actually honestly impressed. "You are a bit above most of humanity, aren't you."

Allenby pressed a hand against her shoulder, looking at the blood it left on her glove. That was... honestly new. She was used to getting punched, kicked, tackled, but any time she'd actually been hit with beam swords or fire had been while she was inside the cockpit of a Gundam. It still hurt like hell there and the feedback could mess you up, but it didn't actually make her bleed.

It was something she'd have to get used to. Just another aspect of her life that wasn't anything like Earth anymore.

She was only a little fazed by Zetta's apparent teleportation, at least. "Well, they did a lot of stuff to make me a better fighter," she said. "Surgeries and that kind of thing. But honestly? The stuff I do's pretty typical for a Gundam Fighter."

"You think 'typical' is enough to beat me, Allenby?" he said, voice somewhere between darkly threatening and cheerful banter. "Or should I put away the sword and fight with my fists to give you a slightly fairer chance?"

He was blatantly trying to provoke her to bring it on. The blood honestly surprised him, though he knew that with the body being only a sensorium projection, he couldn't really injure her too seriously.

"I'd have to be real disappointed if it was." Allenby smirked and tugged her gloves on tighter. She'd just have to do a better job avoiding that sword of him next time. She wasn't going to give him any reason to go easy on her, no way. "Like I said, I just don't wanna mess up that fancy body of yours when you just got it back. YAAAAAAAH!"

And with that declaration, she launched herself at him, fists quite literally moving in a blur.

"It's only a sensorium-projection" he said -- then failed to dodge. His speed statistic was still hurting from being, at the core, still a freaking book.

Walloped, he skidded backwards, heels digging into the ground before he came to a stop sudden and hard enough that his cape and hair both billowed up behind him like they'd been caught in a gale.

PLAYER TURN.

"You know, I almost feel bad about fighting you with a sword. Tell you what, we'll have a rematch where I stick to fists. They're not my strong point, but there's something about that sort of fighting that's just satisfying."

He grinned, energy gathering around his sword. Abruptly, he threw it over his shoulder. It vanished into the nether -- then, suddenly, four massive copies of it spawned, each roaring down towards Allenby with the wrath of the Overlord behind it.

Hah! It was satisfying to push him back like that after he'd landed that attack with the sword. "I'll make sure to go easy on ya then," she teased. But she didn't let herself be distracted. She halted her attack when Zetta threw the sword away--did he mean right now?

...Oh. No he didn't.

Allenby jumped up, mind racing furiously as she tried to figure out how to counter this move. Getting hit wasn't an option. "Yyyah!" She managed to grab the hilt of the bottom-most sword and swung wildly in order to deflect the other three. It was a lot heavier than she'd expected and hardly graceful, but as long as it worked, Allenby didn't care.

The four swords disappeared as soon as they failed to make contact, the original poofing back into Zetta's hand as if it had never left. The Overlord lifted one eyebrow. "Never seen anyone do THAT before. Usually they just dodge. Though what you did was pretty damn cool. I'll give you that."

ENEMY TURN.

Zetta held the sword loosely at his side. The blows Allenby had landed on him hadn't fazed him in the slightest; he still grinned at her, waiting for her next assault.

Aw, man! Allenby's face twisted in a snarl of frustration as the swords vanished into thin air. But she didn't complain about it being unfair. This was the most interesting fight she'd had since waking up in that pod room!

"What's the fun of just dodging?" she called from midair. It didn't seem like her pummeling before had done all that much to him. She'd have to out-think his strength somehow.

She landed for only a second, launching herself up and over him like a flea. Taking a deep breath, this time she only whispered Nobel Megacoil as she launched the energy ring at the back of his head.

"Well, when a sword the size of a planet comes at you, it's usually better than blocking with your face," Zetta commented as he watched her land, then leap again. He turned -- just in time to do just what he'd said was probably a bad idea. The ring slammed into his face, snapping his head back as the tongues of fire that flickered off his hair fluttered away like a scattering swarm of bats.

"Ow." He ran a hand down his face against the sting, then smirked. "What IS that thing anyway?"

"That's my specialty technique!" Allenby grinned. She was really proud that she'd been able to replicate it outside of her Gundam, but it wasn't anything different than what most fighters could do. "Pretty cool, ain't it?"

Even if she was a little disappointed that he'd shrugged it off like everything else.

"Not bad," he said. "Nice unique technique. Shows a lot of potential."

Without warning the Overlord leaped on ahead, sword held high and a manic gleam on his face. "No patented Zetta techniques for you yet, Allenby! I want to enjoy this! Hyaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh, I'll show ya more than just potential, Zetta!" She had to acquiesce to gravity long enough to touch down on the floor again, but it was only a split second before she launched herself back up to meet Zetta. She was definitely aiming to avoid another cut from the sword, and started another flurry of punches. Maybe she could get him in the stomach and knock the wind out of him, if that kind of blow would affect him.

Allenby had one advantage in trying to strike the Overlord; fist attacks were generally harder to outright dodge than most weapons. Still, Zetta put up a defense; he knocked aside blows and caught others, though some punches snaked through to hammer his torso and abdomen. (It was like punching rock. Zetta didn't have bulk, but those muscles might as well be made out of iron.)

Smirking, Zetta eschewed the sword to swipe at her with the wicked claws on his left hand.

Wow, okay. She really did need to train more if she wanted to put up a serious fight against him--Allenby could tell her punches were really doing nothing to slow him down.

Back at home, she had trouble finding opponents on her level. This was--pretty different. But she wasn't about to give up. Everyone had a weak spot.

When Zetta took that swipe, Allenby went right for it, grabbing his wrist and yanking as hard as she could. Maybe she could throw his balance and get an advantage that way.

A good strategy! The Overlord relied on overwhelming strength and speed, so that pull put him just that little bit off-balance.

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In Which The Overlord Compromises A Previously-Held Stance

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sorry this is so late DX unexpected schoolwork

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