Colosseum - Round 1, Group A - Ruby Rose vs Wakka

[Ruby Rose]

Ruby unclipped the folded, scarlet weapon at her waist, taking a good gander at her opponent. He didn't seem like much of a threat; all he held was a studded, blue and white ball, but the Huntress knew better than to judge by appearances. With a swift, sharp flick of her wrist, the crimson rectangle smoothly shifted its form; a handle swept out the bottom, a barrel extended out the front, a bolt followed the same mechanism at the side and a scope emerged from the top. She raised the rifle to her face and shut her left eye, slowing her breathing to halt the shaking in her hands. It'd been quite some time since she last participated in a real fight... but her pride could only deny a loss.

Her right eye gazed analytically down the shimmering scope, the glass magnifying her opponent. His expression was one of bewilderment, as if he wasn't aware of the situation he had thrown himself into... with a pitiful expression, Ruby slammed the bolt of the rifle back and firmly pulled the trigger, launching a screaming, white bullet from the barrel and narrowly over the golden wave atop the ball-player's head. She lowered Crescent Rose from her silver eyes and raised her voice to call out. "You realise we're supposed to be fighting, right?" She asked, and as if some bright spark illuminated the man's mind, his lips formed an 'O' shape, before he took a step forwards and slung the ostensibly impromptu weapon towards Ruby. With a smirk, the black and crimson clad girl rolled off to the left, feeling the ball soar past her skirt.

Satisfied with her supposed quick reaction, Ruby propped herself up with the barrel of her rifle and patted her skirt down, tidying her image somewhat. She lifted the compact firearm back to chest level, until she heard a whizzing behind her. Instinctively she gave Crescent Rose a sharp flick, and the crimson sniper-scythe spiralled outwards to her full glory, hardly deflecting the incoming ball with the needlessly long shaft. The impact knocked the girl off balance and she fell flat onto her rear, clutching the lengthy hybrid firearm to her petite body with an iron grip. If she lost the weapon... the best she could hope to do was only survive with her speed.

Grunting, she planted the spike at Crescent Rose's pommel into the earth and levered herself up once more. Certain that nothing absolutely devastating had been inflicted upon her, an ecstatic smirk slowly transformed Ruby's lips like some puppeteer. The ebony-haired huntress swung Crescent Rose in a wide, over-head arc, splitting the earth in front of her and anchoring the colossal, moon-mimicking blade. Planting her feet firmly into the dusty earth, Ruby bent low like a predator ready to spring and placed a silver eye to the scope once more. The ball wielder was charging up yet another almighty launch, a danger which Ruby wasn't terribly fond of facing. In an attempt at killing two birds with one stone, Ruby pulled the trigger as swiftly as possible, sending another searing white bullet barreling into her opponent's right hip as he let the ball rip.

Ruby allowed the entire force of the recoil to enter her body, launching the young teen backwards through the muggy air. Her glittering eyes gazed on in crude suspense as a bulbous figure tore through the air over her face, the small bumps barely whipping past the tip of her nose. Her rose-tipped hair wildly flailed around and brushed against the deadly toy as it finished its transit past her. Her body hit the ground and she landed upon her shoulder; not a pleasant impact in the slightest. However, the Huntress clambered to a standing position desperately. If I don't hurry, that ball's gonna come back and hit me, she worried in her head, her lips arched in a bitter frown. She raced against the clock to reach her planted weapon. She could feel the ball hot on her tail...

Reaching out, her heart beating furiously and her pulse threatening to burst from her wrist, Ruby grasped the bulky shaft of her weapon and she pressed down, launching the blade from the earth and behind her upon the ground once more. A brisk, although haphazard pull of the trigger blew Ruby away, the blade of her scythe ripping across the arena. A jubilant grin on her pale lips, Ruby swung the immense weapon towards the male competitor.

Allowing Wakka to choose how he evades the attack if he (most likely) wishes to do so