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Just so you know, Inferno, this does not mean I am refusing your challenge. I just want to fight one of our other seasoned fighters as well to add extra challenge.

I would like, as the title suggests, a fight with one of our seasoned, more exalted warriors. This is mainly to get myself back into shape so I can go back and clear my backlog.

Preferably someone I have never fought before.

I assume you can guess the rules.

Character and Battlefield to be announced in intro.

OOC: Very well then, I shall accept this challenge. Post coming in a sec.

The man of Steel was wandering through a forest of greens and grays. Apparently, it was an old-growth forest that had never been touched before. That it was pristine was strange, as it was on a thoroughly-machine infested world. The single man of steel walked through the jumble like a solo sentinel. He gazed through his heartless black visor at his environs. He came here to fight yet again; for he could never get enough of that bittersweet essence that was battle. Thoroughly addicted to it and showing the signs too (scars that were most spectactular dotted his face) he grumbled as he marched through the endless forest.

"Why is it that no matter how far I go, I always encounter the same area again?"

He glanced to a tree stump. The same one he'd passed three times in looking for his foe. Infuriated, he flipped up what looked like a harmless square-shaped extension to his sleeve. It was just above his right wrist.

"We'll see how much you can annoy me this time."

He opened fire on it with the extension; spear-shaped lasers poured out in a rapid fashion, splitting the log into cinders and then blowing up the ground behind it. The angry man stomped through the crater and its smoke, reaching out again for a foe of any kind. His grainy voice crackled at the nameless space before him.

"Is anyone out there, or was that energy reading off yet again?"

He smacked his left wrist. The clock-locator hadn't been working for quite a while, and it was seriously ticking him off. It showed a clock with hands bent into all sorts of odd angles, and the inter-dimensional radar seemed to pulse irregularly. The system he'd been using forever was, apparently, not working anymore.

"I'll have to find myself a replacement at this rate--ping rate is slowing down about every hour."

He heard a noise in the distance. His sleek helmet slowly pivoted, as he pointed his wrist-mounted laser machinegun at it.

"Who goes there? No one hides from me!"

He walked towards it, crushing several hapless bushes and plants in the process. Something had always been odd about this location--the complete lack of animal life. This made even the smallest noises seem deafening. And the Metal Man's own noises were like a walking steam train--crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. Every step followed by the hum of a small motor moving the other leg forward. He finally came upon a clearing of some kind. The sun shone brightly here... the man scowled deeply under his helmet, his mottled, irregular skin creasing like an old rug.

"It figures that my foe picks an environment I cannot use to my advantage." His wrist-gun clicked and glowed. "I'll just have to smoke this fox out, then!"

He rapidly advanced towards the clearing, and towards his probable foe.

OoC: Well, here is my little experiment. I guarantee you this little fellow will make for an interesting fight...

Ashes are ashes, ashes the same.
None can blacken and batter their name,
Ashes are ashes and writhing in pain
Are the ones who believe none and everything.

Breathing words like breath itself, there came a wayward poet. One whose appearance was unfortunate, covered in rags and packages and a baroque sort of mess of accidental decoration. Floods of vibrancy came from his colorful presence, a peaceful mixture of greens and silken purples and a wash of red coming from a hood he wore on his head, overshadowing his facial features. Packs of supplies, weapons, everything spread, making him a behemoth walking across the earth. And yet he diligently toted his cumbersome traveling supplies without a single remark as to their weight. He was visually tired from his slow pace, but even so, there was a strength to someone who was aimlessly traveling the world with so much in tow.

There was something admirable in his slow march, something relatable. Even so, he was merely a human, one who spoke poetry through his mouth like it came to him without any understandable effort. He was there, and nothing more was necessary to be said. He continued, murmuring to himself his whimsical lyric.

Ashes are ashes, ashes the same.
None can blacken and batter their name,
Ashes are ashes and writhing in pain
Are the ones who believe none and everything.

But he did not know where he was. He never did, for that matter, as he had no need to care. Even so, this time he could have sworn, if he even desired to, that he has been wandering for a year or so in the same landscape, the same little forest in the same little area. He had not felt human life for what felt like a long time. But even so, he still walked casually, eventually stopping and looking into the sky to see the sun through the trees.

What he saw was smoke. And he knew immediately that that meant fire. Fire might mean people. His mysterious motives seemed to be in favor of this, and he seemed to speed up his walk as soon as he resumed it. Within a few moments, he had come to the area where a sort of bewildered machine gave him a blank gaze, as mechanical noises emanated from his frame. A smile came across a plain mouth as the heavily burdened man stepped into the crater.

“I am nearer to dying today. If this means anything to you, I would suppose you understand. If not, I would like to request that you please refrain from making the Earth come closer to dying.”

His voice was calm, but there was an eerie sense of fury that begged to be feared. He did not know what the Metal Man wanted, but even so he knew he wanted to be relieved of his burden.

Metal Man, however, did not know what sort of burden this was, and it was not just the physical sort…

Metal Man sneered, staring at this fellow. His view of the person soon gained several targeting reticules, which homed in on various parts of this being: His head, his shoulders, what he was carrying, his feet... all targets locked. Indeed, he saw the burden to be very heavy, but thought nothing of it, as the man seemed to carry it so casually.

"We are both nearer and nearer to dying with every second which moves. That includes your friend, the Earth."

He pointed at the man's burden with his laser gun.

"What purpose do you have carrying such a mass on your back? It is nothing but trees here, and the last thing one needs is such weight on them."

He held out his right arm to the side.

"The only way for me to avoid damaging this area would be to not fight you. However, I am unsure if that is your intention. Perhaps it is a trick, to set me up for some sort of attack."

He closed the laser gun into his arm, and crossed both his arms, glowing an unearthly shade of blue. Various little LED indicators along his joints lit up. He bent his knees, and appeared to have a serene expression of calm on his face.

"If thou wishest to fight me, then you may as well attack first. Otherwise... explain to me your burden and why you are here. Either is satisfying to me. Although honestly, I consider it dishonorable to attack someone with such a disadvantage--I'm sure you could put that down to the side if you do plan to attack me."

He stood his ground between two trees, the LEDs now all blue. Whatever he charged was ready, but it didn't do anything yet. Instead, he waited in defensive stance. The wind blew through the trees overhead; a few leaves wafted down and settled on the perfectly still cyborg.

"Appearances may be deceiving, but I am also in tune with nature, just not to any degree you probably are. While I do not want to harm the Earth, I do what is necessary to continue my mission. Therefore, it is up to you to decide whether or not I should fight you; come at me with all you can if you should agree."

He wasn't entirely convinced his foe was out for a fight anyway. He carefully monitored his foe with his electronic gadgets, took a deep breath, and then waited for either harmless words, or some sort of 'deathly' impact, as he'd been conditioned to expect from most people he'd found in this crazy part of the woods--no pun intended.