NLBFT 13: The First Round

[Phenom]

I just got internet up and running at my new place. Tomorrow around 5 Eastern after I get home from work, I will make my entrance and we will commence the scrap Vapor. I apologize for my tardiness.

[LOOT]

Really? TD hasn't even looked at this topic? Cripes.

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The waters did not talk. They knew of the upcoming battle, yet were not about to add to the clash. Rather, they merely smacked with the poles that pierced their body with little force. They would not fight along.

Atop of these poles rest a bridge, spanning hundreds of meters. With a wooden floor and rope side rails, it was the perfect, vintage bridge for an old timely battle. What a beautiful site. With little wind, a few clouds in the sky, and an awe-struck pastel of green, this would be the perfect scene...

Had it not been for the predicted battle, which would stain nature's perfect picture with red.

Perhaps if it were a friendly duel, all would be well. Two rivals sprawling on the bridge, testing each other's skills, the perfect little match.

However, it would not be. Just the mere sight of the assassin hinted to all around, dead or alive, that this was going to be one hell of a fight. The sight of the blue and orange costume could send chills down even the strongest of men. But it was not the costume to fear, despite the fact that they too held such fearsome weapons. A katana, knives, a belt of bullets... No, it was the man behind the mask.

His name is Slade Wilson. He was once known as the Terminator. Now going by the name of Deathstroke, most people are only able to say "DeaAARRRGGGH" before crumbling to the ground.

(****ty intro, I know. I usually do better in upcoming posts)

[Lycrios]

“It is time,” came the cold voice, unhindered by the howling winds that now kicked up dust mercilessly at anything in its path. Columns of sand shot up and disappeared as suddenly. Then the voice took shape.

The feminine figure held a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips as she had seen the monk’s expression. She held a sense of satisfaction at having startled the man. Clad in black scale mail so dark it seemed so suck the light from around it, the woman bore two curved blades within her grasp, both of similarly dark obsidian. Her features were hidden away within the hood of her cloak, but her stance could not be mistaken. He would recognize her at a hundred paces if she ever let herself be spotted from that far away.

She shifted slightly, not sure of how the unpredictable being would react. She knew better than to let his exterior cloud her judgment. Even within a frail frame, this man was more dangerous than any rabid animal. Her face returned to its stone cold nature, now understanding why she alone would be the one needed to harvest this one.

[Repster3]

He reached for his flask again. A rather amused smirk on his face.
" 'bout time you showed up. Been nothing but some boring dudes... Mmmm mmm mmm mmm..." he ran his eyes up and down her cloaked figure. Quite obviously mentally undressing her as he drank deeply deeply from his flask. His guard was down, he was clearly open, almost screaming to be attacked, yet she waited. She knew better. He could close his guard, and bring about a vicious counter attack with more ease then he blinked.
" 'ight stabs." he clicked his flask back into place. "Let's dance." The was a slight glow beneath the mass of silk that was his sleeves as he took a step forward and danced.

The distance between them was of no importance, as Aidan would clear it in three steps regardless. Her blades were out in defensive position by the time he reached her. His foot slammed into the side of one, and she felt the blow up pass up her arm, into her shoulder and right in her ribs. A reminder of just who he was, and what he was capable of. No matter what he lost. She counter attacked, and he sailed over it, using her first sword as a pivot. She ducked and his kneed passed over her shoulder, as did the rest of him

Silk ripped apart as she spun around. A hair away from drawing blood. She swept her leg, and blocked his kick. Brought her blade up to block the second and Aidan left the ground. Her second sword went right in front of her face, stopping his open palm from crushing her nose. His hook slipped passed her defenses and took her on the jaw. She skidded back, her hood knocked off. More push then pain, another of his odd quirks in battle. Gracefully, the unarmed one landed. He took a swig of his flask, a breath, smirked and danced forward for round two, a golden glitter from his torn his right sleeve.

[Vapor]

Don't worry, Phenom, I'm down with misfortunes.

[Acradius]

The air ahead crackled with fresh electricity, blowing the scent of ozone down on him. He looked up into the sky. Partially cloudy, barely any chance of rain. Logic dictated that the flying electrons came from a different source. This was a village and a time without power. Therefore, the only reasonable explanation was that it was coming from the one being he had sensed. For once, Acradius decided to play it smart. No bowing, no handshaking, no witty and sharp introductions. He had the element of surprise on who or whatever had destroyed the capital city of Westermoore, and he decided to use it to his advantage. He would have felt bad about doing such a thing, but then he heard the voice. The voice questioning him for his purpose and telling of demons. Obviously, it was a taunt.

Obviously, it worked. Even before catching sight of each other, the Demon had given away his position. Bad move against someone who can hit you before you even know it. And that's exactly what happened.

Acradius Time Boosted, entering his own timeline which moved far faster than whoever was in that ruined village. He jogged up the hill, a moderate pace for him, a gray and blond blur for the rest of the world. He saw him there, just outside the town proper. He was just a kid, yes, but a kid who certainly had more control over elemental lightning than any kid had business with. He saw the look on the whitish-haired boy's face change from a wry smirk to total non comprehension of what was coming at him. The Time Warrior gave a smirk of his own as he shoulder-charged straight into the kid's armor.

Kyle became a human projectile in less than a second, spiraling through the air with the force of what-the-hell-just-hit-me. He crashed straight through one building, leaving a crumpled heap of firewood in his wake, and landed in the street beyond. Looking up from his prone position, he would see his assailant, Acradius Journeyman, working a kink out of his shoulder. There was none of the usual humor in his eyes, but they were alive nonetheless. It had been a long time since he got into a scrap, but this kid might prove an excellent warm-up.

[Phenom]

There's no real way to articulate this without divulging too much of my personal life while at the same time avoiding anything other than being quite cryptic. However, it is something that must be done.

Very unfortunate things have arisen in my own life that have given me pause. I cannot compete in this tournament to the best (or even a portio) of my ability as the result of these events. Though it comes at the expense of this tournament's operations, I have no choice but to withdraw from it.

I apologise to Vapor, Galefore, the remaining competitors and, of course, the judges. I apologise as well to those who have seen me fight before in this tournament and in this battlefield. My unceremonious exit is regrettable, but I wish everyone the best.

[Trickster-kun]

((Here's hoping for the best to come out of the situation somehow, Phenom. My thoughts are with you. >: Best wishes! ))
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Amrick exhaled calmly, recovering from the hit with the speed and composure expected of a High Magic Knight such as himself. He examined the opponent carefully behind his silver eyes: surely, this 'Blue Toad' was far more than what met the eye-- even after being hit by Rapture's Prelude he only showed the minimal signs of damage. The knight felt toyed with, to say the least: as he eyed the strange glowing artifact in Toad's hand, he thought, how could a being like this possess such manner of relic? Now he understood why it had been branded as an anomaly by the Time and Space Administration Bureau: the target brandished a weapon that should not have been his own, and was quick to make an enemy of Amrick, even going as far as assaulting him so brashly! Gripping the golden staff tighter, Concierto expelled another consumed magic shell with a menacing bang, the system being reloaded and ready to action once more.

"I expected you to attack me after I had struck first, but I didn't really think you were such a dangerous specimen!" he yelled at the small blue thing, pointing the crescent tip and the ruby orb at it again. "I won't go easy on you despite your size!" As he finished this phrase, the crimson core glowed again, flashing the words Unrestricted Verse, and the magic knight raised the tip of the staff into the dark air. On cue, the staff started consuming shells one, after the other, after the other. This was happening very quickly, harmlessly to the Toad, yet significant for Amrick-- no sooner the fourth shell was expended, the golden staff began to glow with an ominous dark blue hue, which quickly expanded and enveloped the magic knight like a cape. Even his silver eyes acquired a hint of the vivid blue sparkle, and he brought the weapon down again, slowly, his sights still locked on the Toad in case it tried anything funny.

But the next moment, Amrick wasn't quite there anymore. He stood before the Toad, and he was certain the thing had followed his quickened movement, for it was already raising his blade to defend itself from the incoming attack: Amrick would swing his staff, much like a baseball bat, and as he did so, the ruby core's surface read the words 'Big Bang Accelerando'. In reality, a perfect hit would lead to a home run of epic proportions, the enemy being ferociously blown away by the force of the violent cone-shaped explosion that would soon originate at the tip of the staff. Alas, the Toad saw him coming. He could dodge, of course, but the Toad seemed to have fun. Perhaps he would engage in a close-quarters swordfight of sorts? He seemed to enjoy playing with his little toy, why not give him a chance to show off? Even if it hurt Amrick, he needed to know what his enemy was capable of. He wouldn't go down so easily just yet.

[t3hDarkness]

The only sounds in the monastery this morning were the hurried footsteps of an enthusiastic messenger, a homunculus of rudimentary design, running down the hallway and the banging of the amphora he was carrying.

The artificial boy burst through the double doors to the library and shouted, “Brass Alchemist, Sir! Orders from the Patriarch!” The man occupying the desk didn’t barely moved his hand before a strange thought came to the constructs simple mind. Maybe I have somewhere better to be, past the balcony on the seventh floor sounds like a good start?

The homunculus set the pitcher down and ran off to entertain the idea.

No sooner had he left the stopper worked its way out and a thick black mist billowed from the narrow mouth with a venomous hiss. In seconds the mist solidified into the caricature of a shapely woman and the hiss became a deep yawn.

It spoke in a voice that was like a cat’s yowl, “That wasn’t a very nice trick you pulled.”

Still absorbed in his research the man answered distantly, “I‘ll make the next one to be more polite.” He sighed and flipped a few pages, “ I already know what you are going to say, and I know it is your job to see that I do not flee.”

“How do you know I’m not simply watch?” She asked, feigning hurt.

“I have no choice either way. Either suffer the indignity of fighting the San Francisco Pervert Assassin or suffer the tortures devised from the Patriarch’s power.”

“This man is a mighty warrior.”

“He chases children in tights.”

“He has killed more Marvels than you have even met.”

“Maybe you are right, but I am going to finish researching him before we leave. The orders are to engage him before nightfall,” said Chase while molding a small lump of gold colored metal as if it were putty.

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The alchemist waited until just before dusk to make his move, when the sky was starting to fade to orange and clouds of gnats were in full force above the water.

Slade Wilson was still waiting, impatient and assaulted by biting insects. He smacked a bug on the back of his neck, a monster of a mosquito that left a sizable smear of gold on his glove.

It was then his opponent was heralded, first a first by a sweet smell, every wildflower and tree on the far bank in full bloom despite the season, and next bright yellow vines tangled across the bridge.

No, not vines. Masses of wire crawling along slowly and if they were alive.

Wilson’s vision shimmered and the figure of his awaited opponent appeared walking towards him, A sickly man dressed in a tailored suit and wearing a Golden mask in the shape of a shield that had cross shaped hole roughly cut over he left eye.

This newcomer assumed a fighting stance and shook his head.

I like your mask.

[Bad Dragonite]

[OoC]I didn't get rid of my wounds, I just pulled the bits of whatever out of my back.
[/OoC]

He had had chunks of wood go into his back, had a gas light blow up in his face, had an illusionary image of his arm blowing up placed in his mnd, and had the majority of his nanobots, along with being humiliated. Had it not been for his large vest, the spikes would've probably come close to killing him, but fortunately he had decided to bring it.
Also, his nanobots had already started regenerating, as they can multiply faster than his own cells.
MetalMan was distracted by the guards, Bryan was tempted to stab him through the back, but where was the honor in that? Bryan was in a conflict, not only with Metalman, but with himself, should he follow his own code of honor, or do as he was taught in crav maga, and get the job done quickly and efficiently.
{Should I do it? I have too! But I cant!} But I must! It wouldn't be right} He was arguing with himself in his own head.
Metalman's constant arguing with the other people was getting annoying, it was keeping him from focusing.
Then... He snapped...
His quick thinking mind formulated a plan...

Hey tin can!
Metal man turned to see Bryan barely standing, and holding his right arm.
Eat this!

Bryan pressed a button on his watch. There was a strange rippling effect that started on Bryan's arm, and moved to his now facially expressive sword. Bryan stretched his arm back then flung his sword at Metal man, the almost dead weight of his arm, put gravty on his side.

The sword spun through the air, in a vertical fashion, aimed for Metal's chest, but Metal moved his arm to the side, so that he might swat the sword away, but unfortunately for him, it was flying more quickly than he had expected, and instead of being swatted away, it had imbeded its sharp edge into the top of the right shoulder of his armor.

Hah! You made it sound as though you were going to do something that wouldn't waste my time. He began to reach for the sword. You're nothing but an annoying pe-
Just then, Bryan slammed his hand down on his watch.

Metal man stopped where he was. His shoulder sparked once, then twice, then, the same rippling effect that had occured with Bryan and the sword, was now occuring with Metal Man, this time the rippling spreading to him.

Now there were more sparks.
First on his same shoulder, then on his bicep, then on the are n the left side of his neck, then on his left bicep, then the back of his left knee. This time he dropped to one knee. Metal man seemed confused and angry, yelling absolute gibberish.
A few more sparks occured, each one in what would were pressure points for the human body, each about the size of a small explosion.

Finally when he was on both of his knees, the final spark hit the back of his neck. Metal man was annoyed, but not hurt.
He was finally able to move, he got miself up, and dusted himself off.
Hah! was tyhat supposed to hurt, you just gt me angry..er.

Bryan looked over MM's shoulder, and said to the men that had engaged him earlier. "You should get out of here...Now."
Captain: We shall not sir, for we-
Bryan: NOW MEANS NOW!

The man was surprised by Bryan's tone, but this time took him seiously.
He nodded his head then proceeded to gather everyone and lead them from the area.

Meta man pulled the sword out of his shouder by the hilt, and yelled," HEY! Don't ignore me!" He the then threw the sword at Bryan in the same way that Bryan had earlier.
Bryan simply held out his wrist.
It hit his wath dead center, the disenegrated on impact.
Metal man would've had steam coming from his ears right now had this been a cartoon, but this was serious.
So you think you can just-
Metal man was interupted by the sound of Bryan's watch's rapid beeping. Bryan still had his arm out, MetalMan looked and saw, that it was flashing red, rapidly.
In all of his experiences, Metal man knew that Flashing red lights with any type of loud sound was never a good thing.

In what seemed like one instant, Bryan dropped down, his watch staying in mid air, and scorpion kicked the watch.
It went flying to Metal Man.
He caught it, then when he realised what he had caught, without thinking, he tossed it over past the nearest building.

He waited...nothing, not a nuclear blast, not a giant explosin, no even a pop.
He was a bit dumbfounded, but mostly angry. He looked to where Bryan was, He was just standing there, with a serious look on his face.

Metal Man: What no-

Just then... Pop! A sound like a gunshot came from metal man's mouth, as a huge flash of light occured in his mouth, and a splatter of blood came out. His head went back so that he was looking up, smoke was coming from his mouth. POP! It was louder this time, Blod went up in the air then landed on his face.

Metal Man: AAA- POW!. Another one...
He reached for his now dislocated, and possibly broken jaw in pain, but his clunky metal hands didn't help much! Whether or not he was accustomed to pain, and whether not he was mostly machine, it was painful.

Bryan: You idiot...
There was another small explosion, this one on the right side of his chest.
You should've realised that even if you could destroy most of my nanobots, that iftey are designed primarily for extremely rapid reproduction, then they're going to come back quickly.

POWPOWPOW! More explosions, two of which were in his mouth.

Also, you shouldn't put anything in your mouth without knowing anything about it.

The metal you bit off was designed to hold the nanobots. How did you think I could call it back to me, magic? No, I've never had a skill for that sort of thing.

SIZE="2"]POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOPPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW![/size]


Hundreds of explosions occured, each in the key areas that were sparking earlier.

Bryan: This isn't like your illusions. these are the real thing!

POWPOWPOWPOWOPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!


Metal man's body was jerking with each explosion, it was like he was having a seizure. He remained silent, or if he did say somethin, it was muffled by the sounds going on around him.

Finally all of the sound stopped.... Metal man was on his kness, his head still facing up.
He moved the slightest bit, when...

BANG!

The final explosion came from the base of the back of his neck.
Metal man was sillouhetted for a minute, by the light, but it went away quickly.

Metal man fell forward to the ground, hitting it with a clunk. His armor was sizzling in several areas, aswell as being cracked.

Bryan made another sword appear, this one four feet long,silver blade, wavy toothed, a black 1 foot long hilt with a long hand gaurd running down it.

Bryan then sat dow and leaned his back against a nearby building, his sword resting next to him.
Him holding the hilt in his hand.
Most people would be smiling at this moment, but Bryan wasn't... He was thinking about what mistakes he had made, and what was going to happen. He knew the fight wasn't over, but even if Metal got up and came straight for him, he wouldnt' move, he didn't care if he got up, Even if he did, he would keep retaliating, and never give up Even ifi he did just sacrifice his nanao-bots, he wouldn't give up...
He sat there waiting...

[OoC] Hope this was satisfactory, I've been working on it sinc about well, I started it yesterday, but I've benn typing and fixing things for about six hours, so hopefully it will be. [/OoC]

[X-3]

Blue Toad's magical blade and Amrick's staff collided with each other multiple times. Amrick seemed to be holding himself well, but the Toad was another story. With each hit he fell back a bit, before repositioning himself to strike again. It was clear to the young man that his opponent would not be able to hold on for much longer. It was also apparent that this Blue Toad wasn't very familiar with his weapon.

Finally, the golden blade slipped out of the short Toad's hands, falling harmlessly onto the nearby rubble. It's humming continued without rest. The Blue Toad was defenseless.

The disarmed fighter rose his hand, as if to tell Amrick to hold on a second. He reached into his pockets frantically. Amrick watched, with some amusement in his eyes. What was he going to pull out, a dime of death? This amusement turned into disbelief as the small Toad yanked out a pinata created in the shape of a bull, and then proceeded to put it back in and take out a butter knife.

Amrick scratched his head. "Uh, wow. This is even worse than I thought it would be." he commented silently. It would get worse.

The butter knife glowed a blue color, and the very air grew chill. The Blue Toad leaped into the air, before suddenly tossing chunks of jagged ice from his mysterious kitchen item. While Amrick was able to use Concierto to easily destroy many of his opponent's ice attacks, a few managed to pierce his skin. A quick check showed that his left leg and right arm had been struck: two, red ice chunks stood where he had been struck.

The Blue Toad once again stood with a smile on his face. The kitchen knife had reverted to it's plain silverish color once again.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

OoC: Well, I last posted on 06/06/09 so I have a question. Since I already made the latest move, the time limit doesn't apply to me, correct?

[Galefore]

Until your opponent replies, you're off the clock.

[Vapor]

There's no real way to articulate this without divulging too much of my personal life while at the same time avoiding anything other than being quite cryptic. However, it is something that must be done.

Very unfortunate things have arisen in my own life that have given me pause. I cannot compete in this tournament to the best (or even a portio) of my ability as the result of these events. Though it comes at the expense of this tournament's operations, I have no choice but to withdraw from it.

I apologise to Vapor, Galefore, the remaining competitors and, of course, the judges. I apologise as well to those who have seen me fight before in this tournament and in this battlefield. My unceremonious exit is regrettable, but I wish everyone the best.

Well, snap. Good luck with whatever's going on, and I hope it'll all be ok.

[Blake]

Dang, I was looking forward to the Phenom vs. Vapor fight :(

On somewhat unrelated note I opened this topic up a few times with some interest. However I am not a very reliable poster when it comes to these Gunjin battles it seems. I always have the ideas to make interesting fights but never have the willpower to get posts up.

However, if you guys want a replacement just give me a PM or something and I'll try to at least give Vapor somewhat of a fight.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

^ Sounds like a good idea to me.

[Galefore]

Well, Vapor? You up for it?

[Lycrios]

She spat out the blood as she glared back at the smirking man. The wind made her dark locks dance over her pointed ears as she pushed herself into an offensive strike. The shadows danced under her feet as she moved with deadly precision, striking and slashing at the man with godly speed. Still, no blow was landed as the monk parried and stepped harmlessly out of the blades path. And as he looked down at her again, the smirk growing on his face, she struck.

The shadows at their feet clawed and grabbed at the monk’s legs, not doing any harm, but giving the slightest bit of distraction as the woman’s knee shot up against the side of his head. The leather and armor gave a sickening crack as it collided with the skull, pushing back the monk, yet still he fended off her blades. In mid-rotation, she jerked her other foot into Aidan’s ribs, finding a foothold long enough to push herself away from the monk’s now offensive palm strike. Again she jerked as she slashed in a cross before her in the middle of her back flip.

She was open, that much she knew, but again she knew the monk. Gravity was something the monk had always made a habit of breaking, for its singular downward pull was a rule so strict it had to be broken. Momentum, be it that of a moving object, or the tides of battle, was multidirectional, something the monk enjoyed toying around with, given his chaotic nature. And as she had thought, the monk shifted, thinking her opening a clever ruse at a well thought out defense. With a dark purple flash rippling over her armor, the assassin’s body spun impossibly quickly against her current movement, sending a barrage of daggers around her.

She landed on one hand, completely in balance, much like the monk had taught her. A quick glance showed her just enough as she pushed herself back onto her feet. She could make out the thin red lines starting to show on his body. If a dagger had hit its mark, the wound would already be gone, that much she knew. She slowly reached behind her and smiled, she had a few new tricks up her sleeve the monk would soon find unpleasant.

[Repster3]

She was smiling. He smiled back. What else could he do? Whatever was going threw her pretty little head was going to hurt. It always did. He walked forward slowly, whistling all the while. Almost a crawl by comparison the the raw speed that is the norm for this pair. Focused, and ready to do what needed to be done, he reached her.

Slide away from a kick, slap away a stab. Simple basic combat forms from either, just waiting for one to make a mistake. Punch, slash, kick, kick. Block, parry, deflect, dodge. He slipped, the sand shifting abruptly, and dropped to a knee. Seeing him oh so vulnerable, instincts, training, and habit took over.

The black clad woman and drove her blade down, aiming to sever the spine. That's about when her thoughts caught up with her body. He slipped. Aidan never slips. Never. She fell backwards as the silk adorned man's left hand jerked away from the sand, carrying the silica with it. Not just the handful that most would. He quite literally pulled the ground out from under her.

Her stab went from killing blow, to a shallow gash along his shoulder. He right hand grabbed her by the heel as he rose, twisted and yanked throwing her aside. She was light, and it made it far to easy. As she sailed by, he attacked, and so did she.

Daggers sought his flesh as she was flung threw the air. Aidan's bare foot met them, kicking them aside with ease, and catching the last between his toes. His hand chopped down at her heel. She barely felt it, but there was a slight tremor, a tingle like her foot had fallen asleep. His leg swept out wildly catching her in the back adding distance to her flight, once again the slightest tremor, much like a shiver running down her spine. She tucked in, rotated and extended. Perfect form.

Aidan cringed as she landed. Not for the dagger lodged in his palm. That one had gotten by his guard... Not from the second rush of pain as it removed itself and disappeared. But for the crack he heard quite clearly as his once student's foot hit the sand. The winds howled as her foot slid, twisted, sprained, and broke. As her boot met sand it moved, as did Aidan's foot, and those tremors had come back at the same time. This time however, the racked her at full force, almost shattering bone.They were Aidan's ki, his chi, his qi, life energy, power, essence, his very will. Every punch, every kick, every slap, headbutt, knee and elbow, all enhanced by it. The fist was not where the danger lies, but what the it carries. The awkward position she found herself in was what finished the job, he flesh already beginning to swell painfully.

He took a deep drink of his flask as she recovered, such a wound would not stop her. He taught her better then that. The wind brought up more, and more of the hot sand, and he spoke. His voice undisturbed, or muffled, by the howling wind.
"'s a bit breezy in'it? Stings the eyes a wee bit don't it... Here. You look like you could use a drink."
His thumb twisted the cap on the silver contained, , and he tossed the thing at the woman. So what if she was trying to murder him violently, and he was stopping her by any means he was willing to take. No need to be rude and not share the booze, cheap and unpalatable it as it was. A drop of blood hit the sand. His regeneration was not what it used to be, but it would do. It always did.

He smirked.

[chibimod3]

As his opponent materializes right in front of him a small shock sweeps over him and his smile slips as he flies backwards across the clearing. As he breaks through the building he regains his composure. He had to think of what to do before he stopped. The man would use his... actually he wasn't exactly sure what that power was. Assuming that he hit him unnoticed from so far away it would have to be super speed or time manipulation.

That was it! No matter what he did as soon as he stopped and moved the man would repeat his actions. He had no idea if it would work but he had to try. Once this man learned of this though there was probably a chance of him not using that power any more. Would this man be so predictable? He was about to find out. His skidding came to a halt and he started to stand and brace himself for the blow he knew was coming.

He barely made it to his feet when the shoulder slam hit him square in the chest. He smiled even broader as the electricity skipped across his skin towards his foe. Even as he flew away he said, "So predictable. Ha ha ha!" The voltage wasn't as high as it should have been. He didn't want to hurt this guy to badly. Then he couldn't run away from him. But it would teach him to underestimate him and spam attacks.

Standing up he got a good look at the guy. He had armor that looked abnormal to any metal he had ever seen. Along with the sword and the gem around his neck he had to assume this guy's abilities were widespread. He would have to stay on his toes for whatever this guy has to offer. Time to plan was scarce but he had an idea. Its risky but it should be effective as long as he is as predictable as he is now.