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Post by Khârn on Apr 5, 2015 0:33:45 GMT -5
As the three warriors gathered within the center of the arena, a noise would sound out, as from the far side of the arena, came a single figure, armoured in strange garb, a weapon alien to the ones who wielded blades. The man, quite ordinary looking would come striding to stand ten feet from his side, and about fifty feet from his foes, holding his weapon with a tight grip. Looking them over for a moment, the man would then grin, before speaking.
"I'm Commander Shepard, Alliance Military, and SPECTRE to the Council. You have one chance and one chance only. Lay down your weapons and surrender."
Even as he offered them a single peaceful route, Commander Shepard would already be focusing on the three, trying to guess which would be the biggest threat. Gripping his M-7 Lancer, he'd keep his sights on the big guy with a sword that looked almost ridiculous if he didn't think the man was fully capable of wielding it.
Here, he'd wait for a response.
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Post by Prince Rain on Apr 5, 2015 0:45:43 GMT -5
Suddenly the gate slams open with a sheer burst of air. A lone female silhouette stood in the gateway. As she advanced she furthere revealed her figure. She was mostly clad in blue clothes with hints of leather straps adorning her waist and accents of ironwork around her breast plates and neck. scanning both the arena and her opponents she scoffed for they all appeared to be human "Earthrealmers!" "Your very presence is insulting.." she shifted into a steadfast position readying her iron fans, both of which were approximately the length her forearm. "be gone before I slay you myself!"
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Post by DeredereChan on Apr 5, 2015 1:13:45 GMT -5
Lyn took a deep breath and kneeled down to the ground in concentration. After a moment, it appeared as though she literally disappeared. It would seem as though bright streaks of light began to move around Commander Shepard, but in actuality, these were Lyn's sword strikes as she moved faster than the human eye could perceive. Confident that Shepard wouldn't be able to counteract this speed, she would go after all the major weak points she could find, the head, neck, chinks in their armor. Lyn knew that she wouldn't be able to strike with such speed for a short time after this, so she had to make it count. After striking many consecutive times, she would reappear where she began, several meters from Shepard, still kneeling. She looked up to see how her opponent reacted to her strikes, and prepared to dodge any incoming attacks made her way.
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Apr 5, 2015 1:19:25 GMT -5
Guts had turned lazily to the man claiming to be military, expecting another bastard son knight. What he saw, were weapons and armor from another world. His eye went sharp as he heard 'earthrealmers,' and assumed the worst. Apostles.
"Surrender? Don't make me sick!"
The throb of bloodlust kept him from checking his neck for the telltale sign of his own blood, and in the blink of an eye his hands moved. His sword on his shoulder was tilted into it's straps to free his hand, which swept down to mount the crossbow on his false wrist, the joints of his fingers magnetizing to the handle. At shocking speed, his heavy wrist was heightened and leveled at the woman, and his human right hand slid five crossbow bolts into the device. Noting that Shepherd's weapon was trained on him, he dashed to strafe Kitana as he cranked the crossbow. Sending a volley of the five bolts in quick succession with deadly accuracy, he aimed two bolts at her head and three bolts at her legs. The second the crossbow was empty, his hand returned to the grip of his sword.
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Post by hellohello on Apr 5, 2015 1:23:57 GMT -5
As soon as the large man in black had released a volley of bolts, Yagiyama backed up to the wall of the arena and disappeared. Well, he would seemingly disappear to those around him. In reality, he had just turned himself to stone. He would use this method to blend into the background as he more or less ran along side the wall, stopping about 15 feet behind the woman in blue. He pressed himself up against the wall and decided to wait for his moment to attack.
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Post by Prince Rain on Apr 5, 2015 1:39:12 GMT -5
Kitana, attentive to the fact Gut loaded his crossbow before firing, cartwheeled to her left as the bolts jolted towards her. Once she had evaded them, she was very aware of the mans presence behind her due to her senses which were beyond human capabilities. She rushed towards him quicker than his very eyes could perceive. Stopping a small distance before him, she threw a pair of her fans, which were capable of slicing through metals. If he did not react The fans, would begin to shatter the rock, piece by piece. Due to the fans regenerative properties, once thrown, she is able to throw even more at her opponent in an attempt to zone them out.
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Post by Khârn on Apr 5, 2015 2:07:03 GMT -5
Had Lyn performed her series of attacks upon almost any ordinary man in existence at this point in time, she might have found her foe sliced down in a hail of stabs and slashes. However, Shepard was anything but an ordinary man. Due to the technological upgrades that went into an Alliance soldier, along with the augmentations put into Shepard himself during the life saving operations of Cerberus's Lazarus Project, Shepard was past the point of standard human limitation, capable of facing off against galactic monsters, and doing more than simply holding the line. He was capable of winning. As such, as Lyn made her charge towards him, Shepard's mind would enter into a state of combat awareness, and as such, a rush of adrenaline would course through him, speeding up the processing of his mind, to the point where time seemed to slow to him. In this state, he'd recognize the quickly approaching woman, set on stabbing him based on her usage of a sword, and, with a thought, would respond accordingly. His rifle, already raised to deal with Guts, who did not stand far off from his companion when they began, would easily be slightly adjusted to turn it's sights upon Lyn, a motion that could be carried out with ample time to spare as Lyn moved across the 50 ft distance between them. As she was coming upon him head on, Commander Shepard would spend only an instant lining up the shot, before releasing a burst of fire from his M-7 Lancer. The M-7 Lancer, an older model, yet no less viable in this situation, was by no means an accurate weapon, but what it lacked in precision, it made up for in volume of fire. By the time Lyn passed the 30 ft mark between herself and Shepard, he pulled the trigger, and not even a second later, the gun would open up with a volley. The rifle, utilizing mass effect fields, would take the ammunition of the rifle, and would magnetically accelerate each individual bullet to the point that it would be comparable to a guass rifle round. Due to the high speeds of the rifle, to the point of hypersonic speed, the shots would far outclass the speed of the woman coming at him at her fullest. Of the burst fired at her, if any individual shot would connect with an unarmoured, unshielded individual, it would cause damage akin to one's flesh and muscle being reduced to hamburger meat. As it was, Shepard, a marksmen among the best of them, had aimed his spray at her torso. As such, should she take the full payload of this attack, moving beyond her speed to effectively recognize, she would find herself slain in the time it took for her body to slam into the ground, ten feet from Shepard, the Commander already turning to deal with Guts.
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Post by DeredereChan on Apr 5, 2015 2:29:11 GMT -5
Lyn would find herself being penetrated by hundreds of bullets in exchange for her attempt to fight Shepard. This...was no ordinary foe, and she had just learned it the hard way. As the girl from the mountains lost consciousness, her thoughts turned to the heroes who she had let down, her friends, Hector, Eliwood, Florina, Rath.
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Post by Kars on Apr 5, 2015 2:45:48 GMT -5
As the fighters below begin their fight against one another, an insidious presence watches from the stands. This individual is masked by a darkness that seems to obscure it's occupant however advanced or mystical ones senses might be. Though any individual detail cannot be seen, an observer could notice that the individual was seated on what appeared to be a throne of some sort. Whomever this was, they were observing the brave people fighting and dying before them. The first hint of action or response on part of the observer finally arrives when one of the fighters was rather unceremoniously gunned down. An individual with acute senses might be able to hear the observer scoff in a somewhat disappointed manner. Regardless, The observer shifts their position, their posture straightening as they now take more interest in the fight. A voice quickly rings forth from the figure observing the fight, his voice carrying both an air of authority and superiority.
" This is what I've been waiting so long for? Disgraceful. "
The voice itself is deep and has an English accent to it, not that it did much to narrow down or point out whoever or whatever this was. After saying his piece, the observer relaxes once more, hopeful that the fighting will continue.
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Apr 5, 2015 3:09:19 GMT -5
The Dragonslayer would come crashing down on the two fans in mid flight. The blade, able to crack the surface of diamond-like dragon Apostles, would shatter the fans into splinters of iron with ease. In this briefest moment that he charged forward to defend Yagiyama, Lyn had been shot down. She'd been shot down like a dog. A warrior had just been put down by superior forces, and Guts couldn't help but grind his teeth. The rock-man wasn't interfering, and now he could fight alone. A tingling sparked on his neck. His mark wasn't bleeding, but he could feel a dark force nearby. Guts gave a wicked grin as a wolf-like helmet faded in from the spirit realm and crawled up his back before settling onto his head, as he held the flat side of the massive blade up to block any incoming fans, his reflexes more then enough to break any that came at him against the metal. The berserker charged forward at sonic speeds, blurring before mortal eyes, his blade blocking and cracking any fans with supreme ease as he crossed the distance between he and Kitana in a second. With this speed, the long blade swung horizontally from center mass while leaving room between the two fighters. The hunk of demon-slaying iron was wielded with such finesse that it could easily slice the woman in two, but in his bloodlust he'd bring the blade up and vertical after the slice, which would scatter Kitana's head across the stone floor as her torso was sliced in two. The word 'overkill' having left his dictionary, whether these attacks struck sucessfully or not Guts would close the distance and his helmet would open slightly to clamp down on her right leg, the teeth grinding into flesh. If his opponent 'laid' defeated, he would bring his head up with the bloody limb still in his false maw, and look to Sheperd.
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Post by hellohello on Apr 5, 2015 3:19:48 GMT -5
Thankful for the save from the man in black, Yagiyama turned back into his normal self and also charged the woman. He, understandably, didn't want to be accidentally killed by the man's blade, so as he swung it horizontally Yagiyama ran forward and dove for the ground. When he was close enough, he brushed his fingertips against the woman's left leg while I Am a Rock let forth a flurry of punches to her torso.
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Post by Khârn on Apr 5, 2015 3:29:47 GMT -5
Commander Shepard, who'd already been turning to deal with Guts, would track him in his sights as he moved to engage his ally, Kitana. He'd watch as he brought down his blade to block her assault upon the strange rock man, and would see him preparing to go after the woman before him.
With a narrowing of his eyes, Shepard would release the grip of his left hand from his rifle, as he summoned forth a burst of his will, engaging the biotic amps within his body, allowing him to manipulate mass effect fields through usage of element zero. His body would give off an other worldly glow, as he pointed to Guts, who was about to don his helm, and with a command activated his attack.
Guts, still grinning the wolf's helm midway upon his head, would be surrounded by a glow energy, completely engulfing his within it's grasp. By creating a mass effect field to form a personal prison for the Black Swordsman, he would be separated from the fight for a short period of time, leaving him mid power up, and his ally all to his lonesome self.
Following this, Shepard would draw back his hand, realizing he only had a few seconds before Guts was freed, and would put Yagiyama in his sights, accounting for any movement that might take him, before opening fire with a quick burst from his Lancer.
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Post by Prince Rain on Apr 5, 2015 3:39:59 GMT -5
Now that the immediate threat was dealt with Kitana could react to the other warrior diving towards her. Arming herself with her fans in a split second, she gestures them upwards in a graceful display. Upon this gesture a powerful gust was released from her fans which would travel forth and encapsulate Yagiyama in an immensely powerful stream of winds that would suspend him in mid air leaving him utterly defensless if he didn't react quickly. Seizing the opportunity kitana unleashes a flurry of her fans at the target, which if hit with, would essentially mutuliate Yagiyama
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Post by hellohello on Apr 5, 2015 3:50:12 GMT -5
Yagiyama reacted to his new position in the air by summoning his stand and punching downwards at the woman, it's fists meeting her fans. Unless she did something, her fans would be shattered, leaving her weaponless. After that, Yagiyama would revert back to stone and fall back down to Earth, making an immediate go for he legs once again.
...but none of that actually mattered because he was shot by several high caliber space bullets and died like a bitch.
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Post by Khârn on Apr 5, 2015 4:00:40 GMT -5
Shepard, acknowledging another kill, would then watch Kitana pulling back, as he'd return his attention to Guts, the final one who opposed him. Holstering his M-7 Lancer, it's shape compressing back as he locked it to the back of his armour, he'd draw his M-6 Carnifex, the heavy pistol's weight reassuring in his grip, as he counted down the time left before Guts was freed from his prison. With a cooling of his biotic amplifiers, he'd move back so that the distance between himself and the Swordsman would be about 40 ft. He'd then flex his shoulders, and raise his weapon, ready for combat.
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