IC- Black Vs. Amber [Mock-Fight]

[Desman Black]

As the synthetic sun of the verse rises from behind the almost as artificial horizon, it lets it light reflect off the cold dark tower of metal that was now the resting place of many a now missing traveller, and a particular little red robot.
 
The crimson humanoid was just mopping around on the obsidian floor, turning over and over again like he was having a bad nightmare. Clearly something was on his mind, the only clue being that he would look at the disembodied stormtroppers every once and awhile, if the neon -blue visor that he called a face could see emotion right now, it would be guilt. But that was a story for another time, as the Door gave way to a teenage girl, by the looks of it she seemed to be in her late teens, there was really nothing interesting about her though.
 
"If you’re looking for the monster, I already defeated it..." Des said to the newcomer, seeming to have to force the words out. 'Well technically they disappeared into thin air, but they're gone anyway.' Apparently, they weren't looking for a monster as they took a step closer. "Could you please leave, I would prefer it if I was alone..." Despite Desman's really fed up with life attitude, the girl continued walking. "Fine, if you really want to stay ca you at least fight me? Here, I'll even give you a reason to." The Robot stood up and walked over to Teen... swiftly gave her a back slab to the jaw. "There, isn't that meant to mock a swordsman’s honour or something."
 

Intro post for Desman Black

[Amber Veritz]

Amber's head reeled back from the blow. She had come looking for a fight, but not with this little robot. That was, until he thought it was a smart idea to smack her across her chin. Amber's eye began to glow red, as Desman could see when she turned her head back around.

"You can only insult me by holding back, tin-can. I didn't come to fight you, but I will gladly do so if you don't stop your shit." She grinned, already getting in the mood for battle. "Now I'll take full compensation for that first strike."

Amber's had drew back behind her head in a fist and rammed what she assumed was Desman's head. The little robot wheeled back a but didn't even have a dent on his metallic body. The faunus raised and eyebrow and drew a smirk across her face. "This is gonna be fun." With that one statement, her skin began to turn black as fur grew all around her tiny body. Her hands and feet grew large with claws of black death. The panther let out a loud roar and growled menacingly at the robot as she awaited his retaliation strike.

Amber Intro Post. She is starting in Panther form.

[Desman Black]

The actual 'start' of the fight took a couple of seconds, mostly because the two of them were both waiting for the other to make the next strike. In a sudden jerk movement Desman raised his right arm and shot, only for his opponent to already be gone by the time it reached a quarter of the distance.

'Great, another speedster.' The android sighed to himself while waiting for the next attack, it didn't take long. The giant panther lunged at Desman with it's claws extended, who was able to turn around just in time to block the second with his cutlass but the other 4 hit square in his chest. When she saw the move did almost nothing to the surface, the panther jaws went in for a surprise attack, leaving the a clear opening.

Desman took the time that Amber's fangs were stunk inside his metal to summon his own set of fangs. They appeared as an earthing brown color, being semi-opaque and glowing ever so slightly as they scattered around the small strip of metal under his visor. As Jaws clamped down on Des's opponent's neck, the panther growled in the pain before quickly backing off, not allowing Des to hit them with his newly formed cutlass.

'Crap! I've scared them away. Maybe I shouldn't have bitten so hard.' That bite may have lost the crimson midget the battle as Amber was staying close to the outside perimeter, probably trying to think about a plan to combat the opponent with, the robot would have none of it.

Firing 3 glowing balls in the direction of Amber, Desman managed to damage nothing but the integral structure of the building. Meanwhile the panther had found a way to attack the robot without getting hit.

Amber rushed past their short red opponent in quick secession from all direction, not even giving him enough breathing space to count the number of hits they've taken.

All the streaks of color and mild scratching was getting a bit irritating for the robot to put up with, Desman tried to hit dead on the speeding feline with his every trusty glowing sword, but it only managed to scrape the belly of the beast, sending it into a somersault to a nearby ledge, trying to avoid taking anymore damage.

"Get back here!" Desman shouted at Amber like they were some kind of stray pet. Before proceeding to jump up himself, grabbing the ledge then cartwheeling to a overhead claw attack, only problem was that the teenager had already left her spot, and even in the light of Day, this room was pitch black.

Round 1 (Des)
440/1000 words. (according to wordcounter.net)

Des's SP: 2/2 remaining.

[Kaylee]

The panthers claws screeched against the stone structure, crying out in horror like fingernails against a chalkboard. If the crimson robot had ears, that probably would have hurt them. The faunus looked back up at her opponent and flashed a blood crazed grin of demonic enjoyment. The fire to fight was in her spirit and eyes, which burned more brightly with each passing second of their battle. Desman could see the deranged, unexplained anger in the windows of soul behind the curtain of thrill, however.

“What even are you?” The robotic voice calls out through the distance between them. His visor flashes as something was coming across his screen on this inside of the metallic helmet. Amber stood up straight and let out a heavy breath. Blood trickled down her muscular panther shoulder where Desman had bit her.

“Me?” She questions with a soft chuckle. “I'm just a pretty little kitty. A very strong little kitty. Are you done asking stupid questions? I'd like to tear you apart already.”

Desman raised his weapon. Amber reared back on her hind-legs, ready to charge at an unfathomable speed to her opponent. Desman’s grip tightened on his blade as though his life depended on it. In this situation, it most likely did.

Scrape, Scratch, Slash

Blinding blurs of black branded Desman metallic skin with claw marks. Despite his attempts to return the favor, the robot was only able to leave a couple of return marks on the faunus’s left side. Even through all that muscle, she wasn't very tough. Blood seeped down her dark fur, staining it in a darker hue of crimson. Even if she was bleeding, her face grew more malevolent with each cut and gash.

“The pain makes me stronger! If you wanna kill me, you’d had better do it fast.” The panther snarled. The claws on her paws seems to get sharper as the scraped against the stone underneath her. “You're nothing robot man, nothing!”

“You're crazy.” His only reply.

“You bet your sweet metallic nipples.” She responds, eager to rip his aluminum gut out. With a loud growl, Amber charges her opponent dead on, ramming him in the chest with her skull. The two of them go rolling for a few seconds before ending with Desman standing above her. He wasted no time in shoving the knife in his hand into the giant cat’s side. She howled in pain and hooved the robot away from her. Slowly, the dark hair on her body sank into her skin and before Desman was a small girl again with a large sword on her back. She curled up on the floor, holding the fresh wound with hands to put pressure on it.

“Gah, fuck!” She growled. “You stupid asshat! You're gonna pay for that! Fffu-”

The faunus slowly pulled herself up and coughed a bit before she regained herself. Her once joyfully glee expression had disappeared entirely and had become a face of rage. She gripped the sword on her back tightly and swung it out from it’s holster, smashing it against the ground with all her force.

“Come on! Just try and take me!”

530/1000 I would've done more but there's honestly not much to go off of, sorry.

5/5SP

[Desman Black]

Desman had to admit, this amber girl vaguely reminded the robot of himself, just a lot easier to aggravate.

"Here I come little cat." The robot mocked, he was enjoying this way more then he should have been, maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it playful smirked he'd seen on the beast before, whatever it was, it was making his heart Darker. "That looks like an awfully dangerous weapon for such a little girl, maybe I should hold onto it for safe keeping."

Amber's eyes widened as the robot turned the cutlass he was still currently holding into grew into an exact replica of her Razorback, it still looked like some glowy see through weeb sword though. Des quickly slammed the swords edge against one of the thinner outer pillars of the new room, which immediately collapsed upon being hit. "See? This weapon is far to brutal." The girl wasn't having any of this.

She rushed forward, her own cracked floor slowing her down very little as the blood thirsting eyes of an animal set their sights on the small robot and whatever his insides were made of. As Amber got just close enough to swing the all mighty god of a weapon see was carrying around, Desman lurched himself up into the air, and if there was one difference between the two fighters at the moment, it's that Des still had a blaster. The first two shots of the round hit straight on the head and chest respectively, the last just missing by a fraction of an inch. Of course, due to Des's inexperience in the field of acrobatics, he was left open for attack as they tumbled of balance during the landing.

The predatory being coated in black saw the situation as an opportunity to strike. Amber ran the short distance it took to get to Des, and was about to give an almighty blow, when she was stopped, it seems even when on the ground the robot could carry her heavy sword. She did the next best thing and tried to scratch his face off with her other hand, and was again blocked.

"Just fucking give up already!" The faunus gave one almighty push with the sword, stabbing Desman in the exact same place as he did her. This left the teenager once again open for attack tough, and Des swiped at Amber's face wit his now free claws. The impact left a confusion on Amber, staggering backwards she picked up her sword, only it wasn't hers. It weighed the same, and felt the same, but when she opened her eyes she sure it was the robots copy.

Desman on the other hand back an eye, they were the same weapon after all, just with, different stylistic views.

461/1000 words

2/2 SP remaining