Brutality! [ITA]

[meat_mooks]

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.]

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[swordofdorn]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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.