trans_9 | In Which the Overlord is Flat On His Face

"Ha!" she yelled as their swords clashed. "You're not as stable with the blade as I thought you'd be!" They both knew he was much better at her with short range weapons, but like Lash would let him life that little faux-pas down. In retaliation, she bent down, and moved her left foot to attempt to kick one his right knee to push him down again.

"Get ready!" Zetta shouted as he leaped backwards, away from her attack -- and back, and back, and up, and up...

He seemed to hover in midair for a moment, then dove at her, sword extended as massive contrails of power spread outwards from him like wings larger than the entire battlefield.

The sight of Zetta coming at her was pretty ridiculous with the scientific outfit and those high heels, but Lash knew he wasn't kidding when he issued a warning. She held her sword with both hands, and waited for his attack, with feet to the ground...and got dragged backwards pretty hard for it, near the tiny little area they were both standing on.

She flinched a bit, but the blade was already shaking from her hand, her grip slipping rather easily. As much training as she was getting with the blade lately thanks to him, it still wasn't her primary weapon, the bō from her ranger training was. You could see she really hated to be flimsy with it too, as she bit her lip and tried to push him back. The fact she was still there, at least, told she she had been learning something at least.

As Zetta flew past, the the area over which he'd flown exploded.

She really should've seen that coming.

So now they only had a tiny bit of land left to do their battle. She could deal with that!

By which meant she held on bravely for a few more seconds before Zetta could see her fall off the platform and into the nothingness.

Zetta waited patiently for Lash to pop back up onto the square of land (which, of course, reappeared apparently unharmed as soon as the attack ended). Battles couldn't be won by OBing the last foe on the field, after all.

When she DIDN't immediately reappear, though, he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Lash?"

No answer. Lash was busy crawling from the other side and using the hard-earned ninja-like sneaking skills she had earned...along with her CO powers of course, to move from the bottom of the plat form to the other side and making as little sound as possible. She stick her head a little on the other side to make sure he wasn't look at at this direction and then crawled right back up.

Once Zetta turned around, whenever that happened, Lash would be there, waiting, with her blade stuck out near him with the world's biggest grin on her face.

"Hey Lash," Zetta said, not turning around. "Did you know the active unit gets a special indicator on my status screen?"

She didn't need to see him to hear the smug, smug smile he had on his face.

"...Maybe," she called back, still unmoving. "But did you think that would stop me anyway?"

Status screen, smatus screen! She'd find a way to jam that damn thing one way or another. She'd jammed enough radars in her life, this was just something she'd find a way to disactivate one way or another.

"Not much ever does," Zetta said cheerfully. "Well?" He waved the sword again idly, but it wasn't his turn, so he was just posturing.

"Well what?" She replied back, knowing exactly what she was supposed to do, but still not moving. "If I don' do anything, you get stuck in that funny post for a while, right? Tee hee hee!"

"Naw," Zetta said. "If you goof around too long you skip your turn and I get to take it."

Seriously, the turn-based battle sequence was JUST an abstraction!

"Aww that's no fun," Lash answered, but she had already taken that time to hatch a plan. "Whatever happened to fighting sportsmanship?" Uh considering the both of them, the answer to that was 'never', for the most part'.

With a swift movement of her sword, she turned it from Zetta's back into chopping down a tree, as she pushed it like a barrel towards him, the leaves making a sort of slapping sound as it advanced. She couldn't do any of the fancy stuff that Zetta did (legally anyway), so she contended herself by replacing the sword, with one that had a gun attacked to the bottom. There! That was much more her style and she wouldn't have to hold a gun with her other arm. Merging to the two together? She was a genius.

The tree whonked Zetta in the back of the legs and he stumbled backwards as he turned around. "A tree? Seriously?" He kicked it off the side (out of bounds!), then stalked dramatically towards Lash, cape billowing and hair aflame.

"What?" she said grinning. "Too many leaves for you?" And stalk all you want!

The wunderkind fired a few rounds from her revamped gun & blade, (which she expected Zetta to just dramatically push away), before advancing herself, blade right in front of her.

Zetta just moved casually out of the way of the bullets, showing off excessively, then.... decided to toy with her a little.

He lifted one hand, mana dancing in it like purple flame, then snapped it shut. Scorching fire that same color shot down from the air above Lash in a column.

There wasn't much time to react as Lash rolled out of the way just as the column struck, the fire spreading out turning the nearby sand into glass.

Someone was getting pretty serious. Or he was toying with her.

"Hey that's not fair," she teased. "Some of us don't have purple flame powers. But...I guess I do have..." she produced an overly comical small gun. "This!" as she pressed the button, the gun spread out, overtaking much of the tiny playing field, until it had grown much, much larger than her and required her to stand on a platform...even if the release trigger was still as small as before. The heating coils wasted no time to heat up with energy.

"Dodge that!" she warned, pressing the trigger. A large blast of white light shot right at him.

Zetta became a mere silhouette in the column of light, then faded entirely from sight as the blast engulfed him. Obviously he had been atomized, right?

Of course, a moment later, a kink appeared in the attack, growing more and more pronounced by the moment. As the beam finally bent a full forty-five degrees, the Overlord reappeared, casually deflecting the energy with one hand. To note that light didn't work that way would be, at this point, trite.

"Lash, I get the feeling you're using a thing or two you wouldn't have access to outside the sensorium," he said, grinning.

"Oh I'm just making things fair," she answered back. "Besides, I bet I could build this if I had the proper elements for it. It's just the ship is scares on resources, that's all."

That was true.

"But you haven't seen anything yet," she told him with a grin, and pressed the second button. Suddenly. Balls. Brightly colored balls that descended from the lower part of the laser all around Zetta. Phase one done. Then as it continued to shoot the laser he was blocking, she used the lower weapon to fire just as many brightly colored balls on him. Except these happened to be killed with explosives.

If you couldn't defeat them on a normal level, improvise. Bend the rules just enough so it was still plausible. Oh and also improvise hilariously because it was fun.

See, this sort of thinking is why he likes her. He might like her a little less than he did if he wasn't confident in his ability to handle this attack, though!

With a grunt, Zetta used the hand that was blocking the laser for leverage to haul himself upwards. (Zetta, clearly, didn't care about the 'plausible' part of what he was doing.) He vaulted lightly on top of the laser, which promptly reasserted its normal course -- and shot off in that direction at the speed of light, taking Zetta with it.

So, for a moment, just a battlefield with a bunch of balls and a column of light.

Then a glint in the black sky resolved into a sphere, which gained clarity and definition and as it approached. That was... unquestionably a meteor. Which Zetta was riding, as it roared downwards towards Lash.

"Ha!" she said with a bit of laughter, screaming and wondering if he heard her at all. "THAT all you got? Come on! Sturm used to pull up the meteor from the sky all the time!" Of course he wasn't doing it quite like Zetta was and obviously part of their battle was insulting each other. Besides, it wasn't that mean spirited, just insults of trying to outdo each other.

Speaking of which...the laser back to its tiny little pocket-size as Lash took out another one. The meteor was fast approaching and she didn't have that much time to loose. Back in Wars World, they had created Anti Satelite Defence Silos for just such occasions built by, who else, herself. It didn't take too much time for her to think about it, as the new contraption refolded and moved until she had quite a giant tower covering most of the tiny area they were fighting on.

She just had to wait the right moment and....now!

The press of a button as the small countdown started, the wunderkind jumping on it, putting on a pair of goggles. Ovciously if you were going to launch a giant missile at something, you should do it in style.

"Fire!" The entire thing took off as she comically held her breath as it shot out into space. But hell, who cared what rules they were breaking, Lash was riding a rocket launcher and it was way too amused about it to care.

Just in time! The meteor slammed into the ground below, wrecking the tower in a gratuitous display of overkill and leaving the Overlord standing on the inexplicably undamaged underlying terrain.

"Oh come on, Lash!" he said, grinning up at her. "If you wanted to ride a giant rocket, I've been trying to get you to do just that for a while now!"

"Yeah well next time I'll make sure I aim better and just slam into the meteor instead!"

Thank you Lash, for not understanding innuendo and anything of what Zetta actually meant.

She landed a few seconds later, dusting off her hands as the rocket exploded into the sky, sending sound waves and air their way.

"It seems we are evenly matched!"

"Or you're making up crazy things you can't ordinarily do and I'm holding back," Zetta said with a shrug. "Po-tay-to, po-tah-to."

"Po-tay-what?" replied Lash, not exactly having been brought up in the subtleties of the different ways of saying potato.

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