meat_mooks ([personal profile] meat_mooks) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-04-24 08:48 am

Brutality! [ITA]

Day three of the tournament. With less than half of the entrants remaining, and many of them having grown substantially in power with their conquests, the fighting was building to a fevered pitch destined to end in a crescendo of glory. But this far out, it's still anybody's game...


[Results are due by the end of Thursday. Contact me if you need to know your power gains for the last round.]
hit_girl_mindy: (GTFOH)

Re: Hit Girl vs. Erhart

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-04-24 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
SO. The abandoned factory level. This was pretty much a staple in video games, and here was no different. Aside from it being real, but Hit Girl wasn't too bothered by this: she still had excellent poise and balance, and another victory under her belt. Now was the time to really test out what she could do.
swordofdorn: (Default)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-04-28 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Erhart waits on a catwalk, the long, rusted bridge seeming to groan under his immense weight, blade held out and arcing with electricity, smouldering vats on either side of the catwalk, and a long plummet to the floor below him.

His stance is betraying a degree of annoyance. Fighting a shipmate is NOT his thing.

He's already got some chains on him, strangely, but they don't look like factory chains. Devotional chains that connect his Black Blade to his gauntlets. An oath never to let his weapon go, until he victorious, or dead.
hit_girl_mindy: (Start me up)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-04-28 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hit Girl, whatever her feelings might be, had to put them aside. Sure, this guy looked daunting as hell, and she was likely to get bloodied up a bit, but she wasn't about to be daunted, not now.

She took a breath, then finally spoke. "Big Daddy, set up."

Set up, the barrier jacket replied, and hit Girl felt the pulse of power, the staff appearing in her hand. A costumed girl with purple hair and a barrier jacket was in itself a fairly rare sight, but it was not these things that made one pause. It was the clawed right hand she had, a reward for lasting out Alex Mercer.


swordofdorn: (On the Hunt)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-04-28 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Erhart's annoyance switches instantly to anger. Sorcery! His eyes narrow behind his red-slitted visor, and he hurtles towards her, speed well beyond human, a product of his transhuman Astartes heritage, the point of the sword hurtling towards Hit girl. No mercy, no remorse. The Emperor's champion, exemplar of all that is the black templars.

hit_girl_mindy: (click click)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-04-28 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It really wasn't sorcery, but she would get to that soon if it pissed him off that much. With Hit Girl, the best way to take a person on one by one was understanding how they moved. But if he thought his speed was going to throw her off he was wrong. Not only was the barrier jacket made to withstand a hit like this, her claw was not about to be unused.

The staff matched the sword, and the enhanced strength was certainly a match for her opponent.

"Losing your cool a little early dude," Hit Girl said, grinning. "I haven't even done anything cool yet!"
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[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-01 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart doesn't respond, just replying by a brief moment of disengagement then a brutal overhand strike, the kind of thing that can and has in the past split tanks in half, the Black Sword arcing with energy that looks like little sparks of lighting running up and down the blade.

hit_girl_mindy: (Start me up)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-01 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hit Girl gnashed her teeth. Really, he wasn't even going to try and treat this like any fun? And man, he really wasn't holding back on the attack here. He didn't even care she was a little girl.

Good. If he took this that seriously, then she didn't have to feel bad anymore.

The barrier jacket was strong enough to withstand the attack, but she wasn't about to get her defense. She wanted him to see how she could match his strength. It would have taken everything in her arsenal to take him down, just like Alex.

But now she had her muscle mass, which could reduce living people to pieces: she knew that much power when she felt it. It was definitely a match for Erhart, and matched strike with staff. She was lucky it came with the barrier jacket though: any other staff would have split apart.

swordofdorn: (Finish the fight)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-01 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart is unrelentingly, trying to force her back with attack after attack, forcing a certain rhythm with his wall of blades. At a certain point, his swing slackens, as though he's tired, and then he unleashes a brutal sidekick with his right leg, which happens to be cybernetic. He's trying to kick her right into one of the many smouldering vats which occupy this factory. He hasn't said a word thus far, only his rebreather, the hiss and crackle of his blade, and the low hum of his powered armor narrating things for him.


hit_girl_mindy: (Start me up)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-01 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Did he think she would fall for the tired guy trick? She saw how quick he'd started with: only an idiot would have thought he was weakened. No, a moment later he was going for a kick, and maybe a few months back that would have definitely got her. But Hit Girl was relentless when it came to her training: its not like dad could do it with her anymore.

Part of that was reading the way this guy moved. He was fast, yes, but he also had a way of fighting, and she had to counter that, even on defense. The right leg shifted, she had to move.

And this time she would make it count: she shifted out, and the gun of the Overworld, Zetta's gun, was in her hands, and she fired two shots, leaping in the air, staff in hand.

"Volatio. Levitatio. Scipio Volent!

And up she went, taking flight. There, that ought at least make kicking her into the vats harder.
swordofdorn: (Ranged combat~)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-01 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart draws his own pistol, an archaic mark II bolt pistol, a weapon designed to kill transhuman warriors like himself, and starts a thunderous barrage of mass-reactive bolts towards mindy. No mercy, no respite. For.... THE EMPEROR. He is trying to gauge just how effective her flight is.
hit_girl_mindy: (avenging angel)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-01 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yup, this was definitely time to bring her A game: he was intent on taking her down, so she had to use what she had. Luckily for her, she hadn't been trained with guns for nothing. Wasn't this just like the arcade thing when she had to go and take down that whole gang? And there had been more of them.

Granted, the speed on these were no joke. She swerved and jerked quickly, definitely breaking a sweat. Looks like this was a fight that had to happen close range or he would have the upper hand. She came back at him and now she wasn't gonna hold back.

Time to see what musclemass could really do.

swordofdorn: (On the Hunt)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-01 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart sees her coming, and lets the pistol hang loose like a weight on his wrist, the chains keeping it suspended, taking up a two handed grip on the sword. He takes a tremendous horizontal swing as she hurtles in, intent on bisecting her. He considers, casually, explaining to her later what an Emperor's champion does. His entire reason for his over 3 century long existence, forged in war, gene-engineered into an 8 foot tall super soldier, a Knight of the Emperor, a son of Dorn. The agony of the surgeries, the ecstasy of prayer and preparation, the grinding practice of sparring cage after sparring cage, war after war, death after death. All for this, the culmination of his duties. Single, close combat. Getting in close with him is EXACTLY what he wanted.

hit_girl_mindy: (Stone face)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
He was ready. He was ready and quick and definitely skilled at this. Hit Girl knew at least when someone had strength that surpassed her own. In battle, if you were looking for it, you start to evaluate the fight as quick as you could. Did you have a chance? Could you actually take this guy on, brute force verses experienced scary want to fucking kill you guy. And if the answer were no, then you improvised.

You still had to find a way to win.

Hit Girl was ready. Quindecim spiritus Aer. Vinculum facti inimicum capient. Sagitta Magica, Aer capturae!"

That was fifteen bolt of capturing wind. It was a little harder to concentrate her chi for this kind of fighting, but she had to know what he was capable of.
swordofdorn: (Come at me)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart grunts, assailed by what can only be sorcery and magic. So be it. He doesn't want to use this ability, having acquired it from the tainted source of Heigan, but the Astartes do what needs must for victory.

Spell disruption. It will instantly negate this, if it is in fact magic.

He glowers at her, almost disappointed.
hit_girl_mindy: (Not gun shy)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-01 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That went that idea. He knew how to defend against magic too. Man, this guy was a powerhouse: she'd have to scrap the idea that she could take him head to head right now. The magical air missles do him no harm, and she retreats back, taking a quick breath.

"Oh don't even," she said through gritted teeth. "I should be mincemeat by now, fighting you, and you give ME that look for not wanting to lose?"


She shook her head. Big Daddy, Command mode two!

Command Mode two initiated

And there was the rifle, and she was just going to have to go it long ranged now, firing several powerful shots in his direction.
swordofdorn: (Ranged combat~)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-02 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart's armor is hammered by the shots, paint and ceramite spalling away freely, along with some of his crusader and purity-seals. He retaliates with more roaring shots of his own bolt pistol.

"You defiled a duel with sorcery and speak to me at all?"

Yeah someone does NOT like magic.

hit_girl_mindy: (Grimace)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-02 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh man, she was having to work for every part of this match, wasn't she? Stock and move, and it was starting to get trickier. She wasn't going to give up anytime soon though, taking aim, wracking her mind for a solution to all of this.

"Yeah, have you looked in the mirror buddy? You're fucking massive! What kind of dumb ass wouldn't use any kind of weapon they learned about? You're not exactly easy, you know!"
swordofdorn: (I despise you)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-03 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart drops from the balcony, as if unbalanced by the barrage from her staff, and drops into the depths of the factory, his whirring power armor making quite a bit of noise as he seeks the most advantageous battlefield for the next phase of the duel.

Dare she pursue?
hit_girl_mindy: (For real)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-03 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Hit Girl swallowed, but looked defiant. Yes, he was going to have to level the playing field for himself even MORE. Like this wasn't hard enough. But she was also Hit Girl, and she didn't back away from any fight.

"Out of the frying pan," she muttered, following suit.
swordofdorn: (Prayer)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart can be found standing in front of an area that looks like a foundry, huge vats of superheated metal being poured into moulds behind and around them, backlit by molten, orange metal, his black armor looks almost crimson now. He says nothing, just holds the Black Sword in two hands, waiting for her near a gantry structure, standing at the foot of it, the top of it accessible by both stairs, a conveyor belt, and covered in dangling chains used to dip things into the huge metal mass below.

(Think the ending sequence of terminator 2)

hit_girl_mindy: (Grimace)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hit Girl watched Terminator 2: hell, it had been her favorite movie for awhile despite her father's disdain. Of course, it was an entirely new circumstance to actually fight on these ground. She clenched her fists, taking this in. Ok. He was mostly metal, heat around this place would make it almost impossible to hit him without burning herself bad enough. She was going to have to go this smart and quick or else take a quick defeat.

She swallowed, then got back into rifle mode, unloading a few shots.
swordofdorn: (Ranged combat~)

[personal profile] swordofdorn 2012-05-04 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart grunts, his augmitters amplifying the noise as his armor takes the brunt of the blasts, one of his shoulder pauldrons losing a good chunk of metal as it spalls away and flies into the heated mass behind him with a BLOOP.

He snarls, and charges into the storm of her fire, returning shots with the resounding blasts of his bolt pistol, having reloaded it while waiting for her. His charge is rather terrifying, or, well, it might be for people who aren't completely inured to horror. A giant avatar of war and destruction baring down on most people tends to make them soil themselves.

hit_girl_mindy: (avenging angel)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2012-05-04 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
And it was definitely enough to wake someone up. Hit Girl was not unused, of course, to people twice her size and malice in their eyes ready to go and unleash bodily harm. It was good he at least lost a little of his metal, but now his bulk and accuracy was going to come into play.

Hit Girl, took a breath and sprang into action. She hadn't tried her actual breakneck speed on a real fight save for those damn robots, but here there wasn't going to be a choice: she either worked with what she knew or got run over and ended the match. She hit the deck quickly, avoiding the shot just barely and then vanishing altogether...

And reappearing later, ground spike initiated, claws coming out underneath Erhart and following up with a dashing punch, musclemass readied.