Ancient Tech

[Karutomaru]

Karutomaru slowly walks up to the booth at the top of a giant floating stone stadium built in the middle of the sea in Port Royal (It's tethered to the bottom), remaining stable against the ocean waves. In the stands are various humanoid robots of all kinds, cheering and waiting for the battle to begin. Karutomaru enters his booth, where his cushioned golden throne lies, sits down, and grabs the microphone hanging from above.

"Hello again everyone! Are you ready to see our newest weapon be put to the test?! Are you ready to see some action?! ARE YOU READY TO SEE IT WIPE THE FLOOR WITH OUR UNFORTUNATE CHALLENGER?!"

A metallic human-like droid stands up.
"But didn't the last one lose?"

Karutomaru puts on a blank face, gets out a sniper rifle, and shoots the droid square in the head. The other droids look down at the blasted droid with fear.
"Any other questions, comments, or concerns? No? Good. Let the game begin."

As usual simply say you want to accept the challenge and we can begin. BUT there are a few rules:

You can't decalre anyone's death but your own (or in my case, anything I control)
No godmodding. I can understand that you can be powerful, but no powers like having the ability to make an atom bomb blast that hurts everyone but you. I like these fights to be more about technique and brains than power.

No dimensional bending.

No spread attacks. I mean attacks with the spread of a shotgun are ok, but no arena-covering attacks

And if you're going to fly it can only be 15 feet in the air.

Sign up if you think you can do it, but I warn you, this one's very varied.

[Chromatic]

Sure, why the hell not. I'll take some time out of life for this one.

[Shinra X-2]

I'll take that boy and rip him to shreds!

Name: Dark angel
Age: Who cares, He's immortal by age.
Personality: he is Perfectly Reserved, Prideful, and any other qualities associated with the powers of darkness
Powers: (These are his powers down sized by your rules) He can fly since he has angel wings, and he only shoots off a blast of black energy the size of his fingertip, He can create a mid-sized wave of black energy, He is also skilled in every art of sword and gunfighting and can incorporate black energy into the attacks
Weapons: A semi-automatic desert eagle pistol with only 10 shots, and an assortment of all makes of swords, but his best sword is across his back called Rising angel.
Appearance: His normal appearance is brown hair with green eyes, but in angel mode his hair is black with red streaks and his eyes are blood red, he wears a basic black t-shirt and black jeans and black skaters shoes... he always wears this when he changes forms into angel mode.

[Chromatic]

I think he wants a one on one. And also, he doesn't really like templates.

And also, I don't doubt that you would shred him, Shinra.

[terra99032]

Yeah sure i am up for it

No spread attacks. I mean attacks with the spread of a shotgun are ok, but no arena-covering attacks

dammit, a spread attack is one of my finishing moves

I think he wants a one on one

oh, than count me out. that is, if you do want a one one, if not than count me back in

[Shinra X-2]

well my battling skills have sharpened.... I wanted a challenge today...dang...

[Chromatic]

Don't worry, if you want your chance to shred him, you'll get it.

And yeah, I noticed that your skills have sharpened. Saw that in your battle against HV and Morpheus (I think it was them).

[terra99032]

Can i join?. no one has answered my question yet.

[Chromatic]

I believe I am, no offense, entitled to this battle. I was first to respond.

[Karutomaru]

Chromatic posted first so he gets to fight. Also I don't care whether you have a template or not.

Karutomaru presses a button on his throne's armrest, opening a double door on one side of the stadium.
"It's one of the most powerful weapons ever created, with technology that exceeds all modern machines. The ultimate destructor! The Gizoid! It took a long time to prepare and repair, but this fighting machine is finally ready to destroy some chumps!"

"It may look pretty basic, but trust me.... It'll blow your mind."

[Chromatic]

Standing, slouched in form upon the other end of the arena, stood what was perhaps the saddest looking "creature" yet seen by the audience, and perhaps, even Karutomaru himself. Said figure stood at an impressive height of six feet, five inches, made to seem taller by the fact that his form was wasted, and void of the proper nutrition that others would have normally had. His hair was matted in a thick mop of dark, dirty, brown hair, unwashed, and untamed over several months, hanging down over his spacing eyes. His face, pointed, and sharp, adorned a paled complexion, hinting further to his malnutrition.

Contributing to his ratted, battered visage, was an attire of an almost bummish standard. he adorned what would have been a fine, brown hooded sweatshirt, bearing the emblem of a crescent moon, hued in yellow, so as to stand out upon its silken canvas. Along the arms, and sides, and torso of this hoodie, were a series of rips, and tears, the culmination of ages of wear and tear. This effect was shared by his jeans, which hugged onto his legs in a suprisingly lose manner. Topping off this image, was a pair of tattered converse brand shoes, blackened further than their original state, and about a size too small for his feet.

Of all of this appearance, there was one item that seemed to stand out: A mood ring, a tranquil shade of blue, eminating the very same essence upon the area. The audience seemed to be in a haze of glee, and lighthearted jove, and with any luck, this mood would have permeated unto the glorious host of the event.

As the doors on the opposite side of the stadium parted, revealing the mechanaloid construct which was to be his challenge, he turned to the man sitting upon the throne. If his condition was effected by the ring at all, then he would be in no condition to use such methods to test it in battle.

"Sir," he said, as calmly as a gentle summer breeze, "do you REALLY have to resort to violence to test this machine? Is killing a rat like myself REALLY going to test ANYTHING?

[Karutomaru]

Karutomaru chuckles with enthusiasm.
"You accepted the challenge, so you obviously knew you were going to fight."
Karutomaru clangs a golden bell and the moment the robot hears the bell's vibration, it takes off charging at an incredible speed.

[Chromatic]

(OOC: What hell, battle theme: YouTube - Sonata Arctica - I want out)

Within Karutomaru's words, lay the his fallacy; The Boy, as he was simply called on his home world, had never accepted to do battle in this horrid place. He had never actually expressed any interest in possibly getting butchered by the inhuman monstrosity that stood before him, deemed a "masterpiece" by it's creator. No, he had simply been plucked off the side of the streets like a stray dog, forced into the confines of this new environment. He had been given no choice, and despite his will to stay out of it, his distaste to the methods, they had taken him, and made him the newest test subject.

He is perhaps the most misguided fool I've yet to meet.

Immediately, The Boy found himself standing at the receiving end of a charge from his robotic "hunter". In a smooth, quick manner, he erected himself from his slouched position, holding himself upright, focusing his eyes on the path of the machine. The ring's peaceful blue color shifted into a vengeful, blood red shade, that shone with a luster like a diamond. His eyes widened as his focused intensified, and the ground was lit ablaze from his feet, on towards the robot, by a lightless, black stream of flame, flickering threateningly up some three feet along its path. The gap between the flames, and the robot would be closed in seconds. It's heat, while as intense as any other, failed to effect him, bound by his will to effect only its target.

As suddenly as it had changed to red, the ring turned this time, to a deep shade of purple. The same calm essence fluxed through the ring, pulsing into the audience, affecting those nearest to him the most. These people were in a slight stpor, but not totally out of it. And again, he spoke to the host, but this time, through thought, rather than word.

You know, these people would probably be REALLY excited if they got to see two humans fight. Why don't you call off that thing and prove YOUR worth?

[Karutomaru]

"Why don't I test what I came here for?"

The robot's feet start emitting a yellow light, and lifts it up just inches above the flames. Prepared to strike, the robot then strafes to the side as it's right hand transforms into a large yellow cannon.

[Chromatic]

Someday... Someday soon, perhaps... I hope... You won't be able to hide behind your petty creations... You'll fight on your own behalf, and you'll grow to see everything...

The Boy left the overseer of the battle with these last words, not of harsh criticism, but of a bright hope. He had long had to fight his own battles, no minions, or creations to do his bidding. Such was the kind of world he had wanted to live in for the greater part of his time alive. It would be a world in which everyone did what they needed to do, and fought for their ideals, without allowing others to fall in the process. A world where everyone hid not behind some steel machines of war. But such a world was far from these days, and the only way to achieve such a world, was to show the fallacy of hiding behind others. This could be achieved here, he hoped, by destroying the machine which had been sent upon him.

The flames still burnt strong upon the arena floor, still in a straight, flickering line from his feet to wear the machine had stood just seconds before rising into the air, and drifting off to the right. Again, the mood ring altered its coloring, again, it went to blood red. And again, The Boy's eyes widened in concentration, moving the flames in less standard fashion. The streak of fire curled and twisted like a serpent, and under the direction of a series of sweeps of The Boy's arm, a volley of weaved bursts of fire pushed out from their source, directed solely upon the machine. Some burst out in straight paths, others arced around the front, back, and over, and above it. A blanketing attack, launched from, essentially, all sides.

Can it stand the heat?