Battle Attempt 15 Million and One (Open Challenge)

[Metal Man]

This here's my second Open challenge. Since I'm already fighting Inferno, I thought I'd fight another person too.

Hence, the first person to respond who is not Inferno I will battle. (Inferno I will continue fighting in the other topic.)

I would suggest this next person have some experience, but I am not picky, as I am not sure how many people here are even active these days.

Challenger brings in their own arena and introduces themself first.

[Repster]

She stepped forward, much the same as she had been doing for the last few days, and those to come. Ivory clutched in one hand. Her light plating gleaming in the low light. Not all was bathed in the artificial fluorescents, but the flickering lights covered most of the area. The earth trembled slightly as a locomotive of some sort passed nearby. It was a common occurrence. Flanked by two working tunnels, this ancient relic was still in use as a route for maintenance crews. That long thick pure white braid swung gently from side to side as eye of blue, maybe grey, so light they seemed white at times. The metal weight at the tip seeming to be as little hassle to her as the coronet slightly framing her features. A simple band on metal around her head, wider at the temples. Now these were all things well and good, but went unnoticed compared to her "wings". If a bird's feathers were composed of nothing but pure bone shafts, if said shafts were falling apart and held together by red ribbons. That would be a semblance of what her wings looked like. She was Feather.

[Metal Man]

Through the hazy area burst a perfectly sharp image; a prismatic spinning portal. A metallic fist, glowing, punched through, sending cracks through the reality around it. The fist them peeled the portal open like it was made of paper. Out of the dimensional hole came out a shiny man of steel, with a blue visor.

He smiled and then walked on up to this person, his slightly wrinkled face looking creepy as ever. He spoke in his low, metallic voice.

"Hello there, fine lady."

He raised a hand.

"It appears somebody wants you dead."

He made a martial arts stance, standing on one foot with his two hands up in the air.

"However, as I am a true gentleman, I shall allow you to attack me first. After all, I don't belong here like you."

He looked at the locomotive in the distance.

"It's a good thing that just drove by. I wouldn't want to hurt a fellow machine."

He chuckled quietly to himself, taking in the dusty and metallic scent of the area with his scarred nostrils.

[Repster]

Feather looked at the metalic one calmly.
"There is always one or another that wishes it so. However, It is nice to see that you did not strike from the shadows like oh so many before. I thank you for that. I will allow you to survive this encounter, if possible." Her voice was cool, and far to calm.

She gently hefted the spear in her hand. Then she flapped. Heaving her entire body into the motion the bones within her wings shattered tore threw protective ribbons and the thousands of shards, needles really, flew towards the visor wearer. She did not even bother waiting to see the result of the hailstorm, she charged, six feet of the hardest bone to be found anywhere clutched in gauntleted hands.

She was a step behind the shards, now leaving many a gaping hole in the skeletal remains behind her. A quick impaling and she could be on her way, missing anything vital of course. She was the quite aware of how ridiculous her odds were of such a quick end, but she would try none the less.

[Metal Man]

The man of steel raised his arm and his armor was soon studded with sharp bone spikes. He stared for a minute, then laughed.

"Though your bones be tough, so are the plates of my armor. In your haste you have turned me into a sort of a human porcupine. Too bad you're running right into my spines!"

He would then see the impaling attack and sidestep, neatly winding up behind her and then viciously attacking from behind with a pummelling punch attack with both his fists, flailing fast and hard but seemingly with a planned set of movements. After a seemingly random attack pattern he would suddenly stop, then lean back, throw an uppercut at the air, and then erratically toss a left-handed hammerblow with good accuracy at the part where the wings joined her body, as he stepped back and held his right fist in front of his face.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's just about to fall?" He laughed at his incomprehensible joke like a jerk.

[Repster]

Pain flared in the man of steel's hand. The plating, now somewhat dented, on the woman had not offered much resistance. However the base of her wings, were harder then the armor. Harder then him. It was not much, but it was a tiny little flicker in his mind to not put out to much effort attacking that particular part of her body, lest he break himself on her.

She did not turn towards him, only massaging her shoulder slightly. So, he had some speed to him. She thrust her spear into the stone below. A small smile sneaked into being on her face.

She spun violently wrenching her weapon free, as she did rubble went forward, he saw this of course. Little pebbles were of little threat to him, even if they were coming at him fast. That left a distraction, which it was as he noticed the underhanded throw a split moment later then the pebbles struck. His hands whipped out and caught the small bone shafts aimed for his visor. A rather futile effort considering he already had one arm raised.That was when he realized his mistake. He had let himself focus on one attack, he guard was down, and his sight gone for that brief moment. Realized it with pain as he felt the bone maiden's spear thrust into, and threw his armor. Much as he felt her gauntlet smash into him as the same time.

[Metal Man]

The Metal Man snarled as he grabbed the spear thrusting into his armor and pulled it out, quickly grabbing the hand which also flew at him. He took the spear and wrenched it away from the maiden (if it hadn't been already) and then shoved her backwards, kicking her away if she wouldn't go down.

Then, before the spear could do any freaky anti-theft measures, he swung it like a club at the same spot with the wings, elaborating on why in his speech.

"That which is harder than my armor approaches diamond and beyond. But once you get that hard, you also become brittle, for example, likely to shatter from concussive hits."

He then smashed the base of the wings again, with the force of a truck.

"This is also made of the same or similar material. Hence, I should be able to break both at once."

He swung a third time, hurling the spear away if it hadn't been totally broken or even damaged by this reckless usage.

He would then throw a low punch, which would miss...

...Because when his foe turned around and would inevitably try to move away or counterattack...

Him leaping forward with a headbutt towards their neck would be a bit surprising. Not to mention him doing so with the rather large amount of weight behind him as well...

[Repster]

Surprising? Yes, but oh so easily dealt with. She fell backwards. Palm open she gently placed her hand on the Metal Man's chest and threw him over her. Having jumped of his own power, his inertia did most of the work for her. She scrambled to her feet, far from elegant, but speed was life. Her hand whipped forward, and the metallic on had just finished tuning, and quite audibly head the small shard of bone hit his visor and come out for half it's length.

The motion did not stop there as she spun, as began twirling much like a top. Far to quickly for be natural. Those skeletal wing of her spending out far, and her braid's thick lumpy weight became a dark blur in the mostly white spinning pillar. Of course, those were obstacles running her length to reach the woman, but it was far from a defensive tactic.

Perhaps he could follow her motion, perhaps not, either way he clearly saw the white sliver of bone shooting out from her, and the next, and the next, andthenextthenexthenexthenext. Much like an automatic weapon in the hands of a crazed action hero, the spinning top the Feather had become discharged countless of those Might-as-well-be-diamond-tipped projectiles. A hand long, thin, and impossibly sharp. Arm strength and centrifugal force were impressive enough for those that went of target to sink into the stone full length, and then quite a bit more.

[Metal Man]

The man replaced his visor quickly as pieces of bone rained upon him. Despite the million papercuts they dealt to him and his armor, he walked straight towards their source, a violent look of murder on his face. The impossibly sharp projectiles sunk into a rock next to Metal Man just as much as they did into him, but he had blocked the pain from his mind. Instead he picked up the massive boulder, and held it aloft over his head.

"You may have a million stings, but none of them alone or together can kill me. On the other hand, you are a puny little thing, easily crushed by a swat from my massive strength. Begone, source of irritation; let us see you take this!"

He hefted the stone at full length, the metallic smell of blood in the air from his many stab wounds. He did not care at the moment, despite tasting it as well. All he cared about was the gigantic, almost car shaped stone, flying into the spinning thing--not to crush it so much as to throw it off balance, causing its own rotational force to turn against itself, and cause it to grind endlessly into the ground, most possibly destroying its legs in the process.

For she had turned herself into a spinning object; and such spinning, even under optimal conditions, creates friction. Sent off balance she might fling her very arms off into the air, and grind her feet into nothingness; but this was to be nothing compared to the rage Metal Man had as he finished his walk towards his foe, bloody and tall.

"You cannot sway me, for I am the unmovable rock which kills the bird."

With those words he reached deep down--missing her feet, even--and grabbed the very ground she was standing on, ripping it out of the ground with her atop it--and then very suddenly swinging it 90 degrees at the ground, immediately leaping up so as to attempt to stomp on the being as she was possibly flung towards the nice pit he had made in the ground.

If that was bad enough, what would come next would be worse; in an act of immense cruelty, the man of steel turned on his feet-jets and proceeded to attempt to burn and/or stomp and/or kick (depends on if she dodged the throw/stomp earlier) the person into submission with insanely hot flame, hot enough to melt the sharp things that had been thrown around.

"The pit of despair melts all! Your foolish thorns cannot resist the inevitable."

[Repster]

The boulder had been rather ineffective. It would have been, but thrown in the path of the bone swarm it had been reduced to far to light fragments to unbalance the woman. She was, however, quite thoroughly thrown aside having the ground beneath her quite quite literally ripped away. Metal Man's boot crashed again her chest, and metal buckled under it. Then came the fire, such brilliance to light the cave for quite some distance.

Flames wrapped around her chest, bending and flowing from her armor, and away from her flesh. Steel, it looked like steel anyway, should not be able to stand such an intense inferno for more then a moment. The plating still felt cool threw her light padding beneath. Not to say she did not feel it. Heat did have a way of traveling in every direction, but the brunt of it was absorbed and dissipated by her armor.

Ignoring the sizzling of her flesh, and the pain it cast into her bodies entirety she grasped the boot the so effectively pinned her down, and burned her. Rocket boots meant thrust. She lifted with all the might she could muster, with the man's own boot working against him, it was enough. An inch from her armor, and she yanked. Metal man's leg did as it's shape was designed to, it unfolded and stretched the fire streaking across the fireproof armor, into her face and straight up. Much like the man was taking a comically overreaching step.

Feather screeched in pain and she did not bother to see if Metal Man would recover his balance. He most likely would easily, that rocket strapped to his foot helping. She scampered aside, one hand to her half ruined face, the other throwing the last of her bones upwards before aiding in her scrambling.

The tunnel rumbled as both tunnels aside had the familiar sound of metal screaming again metal as trains passed by. Metal man turned to the woman, and she smiled. He did not have to question it's existence as her heard a rather prominent *THUNK* from above.

CRACK!

He looked up. Just in time to see the pure white shaft shatter. With the all ready violent rumbling of the tunnel, the ceiling gave way. What feel on the metallic one felt like a ton of bricks. It was rather much worse then that. after all, this was no light stone.

Feather took in a ragged breath and stretched her wings. The ribbons fluttered uselessly having nothing to hold together anymore. She waited, one fierce eye surrounded by deeply burnt flesh. That would not be enough. She ignored the small clatter as one of two of the bone sprouting from her back briefly touched. Wings were not supposed to have that many. In themself they did not look odd, unless one truly thought of the avian nature the seemed to stem from.

[Metal Man]

The man's fist burst from the buried rock, and within moments he stood up. His armor was dented, some joints broken, and his leg didn't feel quite right after that... 'experience.' Still, morale was high, and as he pried a rock that had been impaled on his right arm off, he looked to the massive chunks of rock... and smiled a dark grin.

"I'm gonna rock you like..."

He began furiously punching the rocks and debris in front of him, launching them up with his furious uppercuts, kicks, throws, and otherwise. This resulted in a torrential downpour of rocks large enough to crush cars... all at Feather.

"AN AVALANCHE!!!!"

The man's tinny voice raged above the rumbling noise of the rocks and the metallic screeches that were issued with every hit of metal scraping rock. The smell of fresh earth and metal filled the air, as Metal Man rejoiced in his ability to be in his element--and subject his foe to the wrong end of it.

[Repster]

Just shoving this on the front page so I won't forget about again, when the head pains lessen to an extend that I can try and put sometging up..

[Metal Man]

Bumping this, to counter-act 1-up-salesman sorta burying the topics.

[Repster]

Ooc: Woo! Dragging this up after 2 1/2 months. Took me this long to realize exactly where I was going with this fight... Everything subtly leading to and end. Unfortunately... I'm still not quite sure what that is...

Feather had little choice in the matter. She brought her arms up to shield her face, and heard the tell tale snap of bone in her left arm from multiple impacts before her wings enveloped her. Boulder after rock after boulder crashed again those skeletal wings and shattered. A moment passed, and Metal Man had transfered much of his tomb to her. A moment more and she spread her wings, and the gravel it had become gave little resistance to them.

She reached back to her braid, grasped the weight, and pulled. Her hair, those bone white thick locks, did not even stir. What came forward was no simple lump of metal, but a mace. Chains spiraled out of it and wrapped tightly around he fist, digging into the metal of her gauntlet. The weapon would not allow itself to be dropped. Eight thick long flanges surrounded the two inch thick rod of dark metal. Stylized to seem as angelic wings, paired to it's opposite side, they still looked to be as effective as any other in there purpose, if not more so. With two feet of shaft before the half foot of head, it was a weapon that should have decent weight to it. There was something else to it. Power, untold, unrestricted power.

She walked forward, the mace almost dragging at her side as she stepped over the debris. Metal man moved to meet her. He said something sarcastic. It did not mater. battered, bruised, burnt, broken, she smiled. He had no idea what was coming. She swung. Metal man laughed. He gave the weapon ten pounds at the most, and far to fancy to be anything but ceremonial. It connected to his metallic chest, why bother protecting himself from such a weak weapon?

The answer to that was simple. The answer to why she had been dragging it beforehand. Why she had no used it earlier. It was not weak. It. Was. Heavy. The sheer mass of the thing was impossible. It density defied it's structure. It hardness was unimaginable. Metal man buckled, he bent, and the flanges dug threw his armor and into the soft flesh beneath.

Then it got bad. Something else was in the mace. As is common to such physic defying implement of war, it had a life of it's own. A purpose. It's purpose was to deal justice, vengeance, punishment, and the result of said action more often then not, death. Madmen, psychopaths, murderers, the mace wanted them dead, and took great pleasure in doing so. That was the true threat of the weapon. Not it's ability to smash threw the greatest of armor as easily as common plate, not to bring down it's weight a hundred fold. It exuded energy that ate at the very flesh, and corroded life of any but the pure hearted.

The shock lasted only a moment. A moment the woman took to send the mace crashing into the metal one's face, shattering his visor once more, as well as the nasal cavity behind it. Still that energy, that force, that will, ate at his very being much like acid. Back, and on the weapon came again, Aiming for his shoulder. Then would come the rest of his body. Every swing threatening to tear her shoulder out of it's socket.