Colosseum - Round 1, Group A - Okor vs Weiss Schnee

[Okor]

Okor struggled to follow the graceful acrobatics of this Weiss Schnee, her slim frame vaulting over his towering figure, disappearing from his limited vision as he began to respond, courtesy and decorum triumphing over immediate concerns. "Okor-" He was quickly reminded of her presence by the glimmer of quickly reddening steel at the edge of his vision, her blade embedded dangerously close to his gorget. Gods damn her spee- A burst of fire and heat interrupted his thoughts, searing away at his body, cracking the corrupted ceramite of his armour and scorching the diseased flesh beneath. The Plague Marine stumbled backwards, the force of his opponent's blow staggering the mighty giant. He began to rise once more when he glimpsed the shard of steel protruding from his throat.

Gods damn her speed.

He rotated quickly, the rapier tearing apart his throat, severing arteries and veins that already began to clot and slowly repair themselves. His pistol fell to the ground, its mastery over fire and pain forgotten in favour of more simpler methods. His rotten claw reached out, closing around the shocked Schnee's throat, obviously caught somewhat be surprise that her death blow had not felled the plague marine. Harshly rasping through a ruined respiratory system, Okor spoke to his captive. "C'mere... Princess." The girl's eyes widened in fear, or perhaps in recognition of some previous memory. He rose his victim into the air, attempting to achieve the height needed to inflict damage with the impending slam. With a grunt of exertion, the child was crushed into the ground, accompanied by a cloud of disturbed sand. Chuckling, the dread sound seemingly independent from his obliterated esophagus, he plunged his rusted blade down towards his foe, piercing the dust. "And so our game... ends, Weiss." He rasped, his speech warped by his corrupted helm. The dust parted around his sword, its antique tip embedded in the coliseum floor, rather than the warrior's heart, as he intended. Fire licked at his back, the heat evident even from within his armoured shell. He began to rotate his mass, a movement now familiar to his foe, as evidenced by the reappearance of her blade, as she struck out in a controlled fury, slashing and slicing Okor's mass as he attempted to find his bearings. Cursing, he struck out blindly, feeling steel cut through his bare fingers, and their subsequent absence. Sighting an opening as she severed his fingers, he pulled his bolter free, its sudden appearance seeming to slow down time itself.

It was an ugly weapon. There was no sense in denying it. Its purpose had been plain from its conception: Death. A boxy magazine held its rocket-propelled shells, the long-ignored warning emblem still displayed on their exterior, reminding all of the isotopes it had been exposed to. A dead finger clad in a hell-bathed mixture of steel and stone pulled the worn trigger, expelling a shell, the noise of its launch almost deafening at this range. Weiss had already seen it. She twisted and turned, silk spiraling around her figure as she dodged it, unaware of how many malevolent madmen had been involved in the weapon's inception. The shell, dripping with various fluids that have preferably unknown origins, barely missed her pale face, grazing her white cheek.

Then, it exploded.

Radioactive shrapnel dug into the youth's face, and to her credit, she did not scream. Reacting with discipline and intelligence, she chose to fall back and regroup, sprinting behind a piece of masonry provided by the coliseum before the empty bolt casing even fell to the ground. Laughing, the marine advanced, keeping his weapon trained on the youth's cover. "I must say, I am... Impressed, Schnee. Would it be too... presumptous of me to ask who trained you?" He asked. For once, a youth who displayed common sense and skill! She reminded him somewhat of himself in his younger years. That is, what he could remember of his younger years. They faded into a blur, a dim memory of existing in some form different from his current state.