11-12-2015, 07:35 PM
Six couldn't help but feel a bit jarred by how many times this damned arena had changed since she got here. She also couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out by how far she's already gotten in this little tournament, despite her confidence in battle. The Courier felt exhausted for some reason, even though all of her breaths were smooth as ever, and even with her little cyborg tricks, her wounds have cleared up extremely fast by her standards.
Blinking, Six looked off towards this Adam individual, getting a good, hard look at him as she began circling the arena, noticing he hadn't taken a single weapon provided to him. This man had a very strange complexion, almost as if he was a cold, walking corpse. Of course, this wouldn't be awkward in the slightest for the Courier, had Adam not given off this aura that, to put it simply, Six felt off to be around.
Whatever her opponent was thinking, the Courier knew it must not have been anything decent, seeing how he looked almost timid. She could see it in his eyes, he looked like he had just killed a man. Perhaps he did, and that's what he's so shaken up for. Yes, the Courier thought, a sick smile working onto her face as she knew that's exactly what must have happened, the poor soul. Adam couldn't see into her own eyes, but her straight posture as she slowly walked towards him gave it away that she was quite proud in herself.
"Shit," Adam thought, watching this towering woman inch closer and closer to him. All that went through his head was a bunch of mumbling curses as the thought of Tartaros' dead body began to form back in his head, making him sick to his stomach.
By god, did this woman make him uncomfortable, too. Might not have been as bulky as the Space Marine he fought beforehand was, but she might as well have been just as tall. Adam's mind raced as he backpedaled towards the array of weapons strewn out for him. He almost tripped looking at the Courier only about ten meters away from him now, spinning the cylinder on her revolver with a quick flick of her hand. He couldn't hear much, but Adam swore he could hear a very low chuckle coming from her direction.
"Mother of christ, why am I the only one who's not used to this shit, sick fucks..." Adam mumbled a few words out loud to himself, barely knowing if he was actually saying anything or not. Not like he cared though, since he knew whomever was in charge of this fight probably put the Courier on the opposite end of the almost endless amounts of weaponry for a good reason.
Six knew she'd let Adam take whatever tool he needed. Maybe he wouldn't take any, and he really was more clever than he looked. It took a few matches, but the Courier finally felt as if she was above somebody again. It's been no more than a day or two since the wastelander was striding around the barely habitable Mojave desert as queen of Vegas, but it felt a tad refreshing, if not relieving to look down on somebody again, as sadistic as it might have sounded.
Adam's heavy breathing began to slow down a bit as he noticed the Courier stopping in her place. His gut told her she was about to shoot at him, and he knew more than anyone that he'd had enough goddamn bullets coming his way already, but...
He held those short breaths as he observed Six holster her Lucky revolver, spinning it a few times on her finger beforehand just to show off.
"What...? The hell--"
Adam began, stopping as he watched the Courier shift her weight, placing her hands on her helmet and mask. The sound of steam punctured through the metallic structure of the ominous recon helmet, before it loosened up just enough for the Courier's head to slide right off of it. He could barely see her face, but Adam knew this wasn't something Six did often. He couldn't tell whether or not to feel proud of himself or downright disgusted, for whatever reason.
At this point, Adam saw Six raise her arms in a wicked embrace of battle, before her lowly toned voice boomed, "Clear your mind, Gaite."
The wastelander paused, right before continuing with two final words as she brandished her single blade.
"Fight me."
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Blinking, Six looked off towards this Adam individual, getting a good, hard look at him as she began circling the arena, noticing he hadn't taken a single weapon provided to him. This man had a very strange complexion, almost as if he was a cold, walking corpse. Of course, this wouldn't be awkward in the slightest for the Courier, had Adam not given off this aura that, to put it simply, Six felt off to be around.
Whatever her opponent was thinking, the Courier knew it must not have been anything decent, seeing how he looked almost timid. She could see it in his eyes, he looked like he had just killed a man. Perhaps he did, and that's what he's so shaken up for. Yes, the Courier thought, a sick smile working onto her face as she knew that's exactly what must have happened, the poor soul. Adam couldn't see into her own eyes, but her straight posture as she slowly walked towards him gave it away that she was quite proud in herself.
"Shit," Adam thought, watching this towering woman inch closer and closer to him. All that went through his head was a bunch of mumbling curses as the thought of Tartaros' dead body began to form back in his head, making him sick to his stomach.
By god, did this woman make him uncomfortable, too. Might not have been as bulky as the Space Marine he fought beforehand was, but she might as well have been just as tall. Adam's mind raced as he backpedaled towards the array of weapons strewn out for him. He almost tripped looking at the Courier only about ten meters away from him now, spinning the cylinder on her revolver with a quick flick of her hand. He couldn't hear much, but Adam swore he could hear a very low chuckle coming from her direction.
"Mother of christ, why am I the only one who's not used to this shit, sick fucks..." Adam mumbled a few words out loud to himself, barely knowing if he was actually saying anything or not. Not like he cared though, since he knew whomever was in charge of this fight probably put the Courier on the opposite end of the almost endless amounts of weaponry for a good reason.
Six knew she'd let Adam take whatever tool he needed. Maybe he wouldn't take any, and he really was more clever than he looked. It took a few matches, but the Courier finally felt as if she was above somebody again. It's been no more than a day or two since the wastelander was striding around the barely habitable Mojave desert as queen of Vegas, but it felt a tad refreshing, if not relieving to look down on somebody again, as sadistic as it might have sounded.
Adam's heavy breathing began to slow down a bit as he noticed the Courier stopping in her place. His gut told her she was about to shoot at him, and he knew more than anyone that he'd had enough goddamn bullets coming his way already, but...
He held those short breaths as he observed Six holster her Lucky revolver, spinning it a few times on her finger beforehand just to show off.
"What...? The hell--"
Adam began, stopping as he watched the Courier shift her weight, placing her hands on her helmet and mask. The sound of steam punctured through the metallic structure of the ominous recon helmet, before it loosened up just enough for the Courier's head to slide right off of it. He could barely see her face, but Adam knew this wasn't something Six did often. He couldn't tell whether or not to feel proud of himself or downright disgusted, for whatever reason.
At this point, Adam saw Six raise her arms in a wicked embrace of battle, before her lowly toned voice boomed, "Clear your mind, Gaite."
The wastelander paused, right before continuing with two final words as she brandished her single blade.
"Fight me."
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Adam, give me all you got!