07-28-2016, 03:15 PM
Loud, ear-piercing car alarms reverberated around the parking building, the gun-bomb having disturbed the vehicles enough to cause them to shriek. The blue truck that had once been the skeleton’s hiding spot was now nothing more than a scorched piece of scrap, its parts scattered all over the lot. The building rumbled, pieces of the rooftop beginning to fall on top of the combatants, some of which ended up crushing some of the uninjured cars and trucks. Smoke rose into the air from the fire spread around the lot, polluting the oxygen the fighters so desperately needed at that moment as well as reducing visibility.
Ballad turned his head towards the charging robotic man, his extra-sensory eyes detecting his form clutching the glowing blade. He kicked Scarecrow out of the way, sending him into a patch of fire. He ignored the screams erupting from the fear terrorist as he charged at Zimmer, pickaxe in hand.
Their weapons collided as they slid to a stop. The gunsmith leaned back, his left arm wobbling as blood dripped down from his shredded sleeve. The two pushed against each other, neither fighter willing to pull back. Sparks flew into the air as plasma slid against hand-crafted metal, large magic blasts flying past them as the mage shot as much magic as he could into the fog. His bleeding gash shot pain up his arm; he wheezed as he inhaled the fumes around him. He placed his cut left leg back, the energy katana getting dangerously close to his head.
For a moment, it seemed like the scientist had gained the upper hand. Here he was, bleeding out of almost every part of his body imaginable that wasn’t his face, while the scientist had nary but a single bullet in his shoulder. Zimmer chuckled, lifting his sword up to end this whole thing.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through the inventor’s body as he kicked forward, slamming his boot into the robot’s knee. Warren stumbled back, gasping. Ballad thrust his pickaxe forward like a spear, the wooden tip ramming into his chest. The robot slashed and stabbed at the winter-bred man, each move deflected. The duo continued their melee, moving back and forth, dealing bruises but nothing more.
The sentient machine then lunged with his plasma blade, the tip aimed for his chest. The gunsmith parried, arcing the blade in such a way that it sailed right past him. If Zimmer had eyes, they would be as wide as dinner plates as the green-skinned man struck his head with the butt of his pick, discombobulating him. He then brought his pick back, swinging it forward like a golf club.
The robot jumped back, though not before the pick sailed directly into his sword arm. He let out a loud cry, shaking his arm free of the weapon as his sword dropped to the ground. Before he could pick it up, however, Ballad careened the blunt end of his instrument into his head, knocking him to the ground.
He looked up towards the gunner, time seeming to move in slow motion. Blood oozed out of his abdomen, though it did not seem to affect the gunsmith all that much. However, the teared up coat that revealed his burnt white body armor, combined with the smoke that seemed to envelop his form and his glowing yellow eyes, made him look less like a man. Such things were more befitting of demons. The sharpshooter himself would have likely agreed.
The sharpshooter lifted his pickaxe, bringing it down onto the fallen robot.
He was halted, however, by a sudden blast of energy through the smoke clouds. The bolt smashed directly into his chest, his body armor splitting into two as he was launched off of his feet. He landed on his back, the back of his head landing on the hood of a car.
He coughed, the deadly smog moving through his scarf and into his lungs, which only served to fuel the stabbing pain in his chest. He could hardly breathe, so sudden was the attack. He squinted, his vision blurry.
The only thing he could see was a hobbling skeleton walking towards the fallen robot, and a hooded man running towards him with a scythe.
He slid his .50 single shot down his sleeve, loading it as fast as he could as the master of fear drew closer.
Ballad turned his head towards the charging robotic man, his extra-sensory eyes detecting his form clutching the glowing blade. He kicked Scarecrow out of the way, sending him into a patch of fire. He ignored the screams erupting from the fear terrorist as he charged at Zimmer, pickaxe in hand.
Their weapons collided as they slid to a stop. The gunsmith leaned back, his left arm wobbling as blood dripped down from his shredded sleeve. The two pushed against each other, neither fighter willing to pull back. Sparks flew into the air as plasma slid against hand-crafted metal, large magic blasts flying past them as the mage shot as much magic as he could into the fog. His bleeding gash shot pain up his arm; he wheezed as he inhaled the fumes around him. He placed his cut left leg back, the energy katana getting dangerously close to his head.
For a moment, it seemed like the scientist had gained the upper hand. Here he was, bleeding out of almost every part of his body imaginable that wasn’t his face, while the scientist had nary but a single bullet in his shoulder. Zimmer chuckled, lifting his sword up to end this whole thing.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through the inventor’s body as he kicked forward, slamming his boot into the robot’s knee. Warren stumbled back, gasping. Ballad thrust his pickaxe forward like a spear, the wooden tip ramming into his chest. The robot slashed and stabbed at the winter-bred man, each move deflected. The duo continued their melee, moving back and forth, dealing bruises but nothing more.
The sentient machine then lunged with his plasma blade, the tip aimed for his chest. The gunsmith parried, arcing the blade in such a way that it sailed right past him. If Zimmer had eyes, they would be as wide as dinner plates as the green-skinned man struck his head with the butt of his pick, discombobulating him. He then brought his pick back, swinging it forward like a golf club.
The robot jumped back, though not before the pick sailed directly into his sword arm. He let out a loud cry, shaking his arm free of the weapon as his sword dropped to the ground. Before he could pick it up, however, Ballad careened the blunt end of his instrument into his head, knocking him to the ground.
He looked up towards the gunner, time seeming to move in slow motion. Blood oozed out of his abdomen, though it did not seem to affect the gunsmith all that much. However, the teared up coat that revealed his burnt white body armor, combined with the smoke that seemed to envelop his form and his glowing yellow eyes, made him look less like a man. Such things were more befitting of demons. The sharpshooter himself would have likely agreed.
The sharpshooter lifted his pickaxe, bringing it down onto the fallen robot.
He was halted, however, by a sudden blast of energy through the smoke clouds. The bolt smashed directly into his chest, his body armor splitting into two as he was launched off of his feet. He landed on his back, the back of his head landing on the hood of a car.
He coughed, the deadly smog moving through his scarf and into his lungs, which only served to fuel the stabbing pain in his chest. He could hardly breathe, so sudden was the attack. He squinted, his vision blurry.
The only thing he could see was a hobbling skeleton walking towards the fallen robot, and a hooded man running towards him with a scythe.
He slid his .50 single shot down his sleeve, loading it as fast as he could as the master of fear drew closer.
Quote:Word Count: About 730-750
Powers Used: Burst Movement (Ballad) ((2))
Moves Used: Pickaxe (Ballad), Energy Katana (Zimmer,) Energy Projection (Skeletor,) Scythe (Scarecrow)
Status's
Zimmer: Other arm pierced with the pickaxe, possible dent in head piece from getting smacked with the butt of Ballad's pick.
Ballad: Shot directly in the chest by a charged shot by Skeletor. His chest is now properly burnt and his body armor has been split.
Scarecrow: Kicked into a fire and burnt.
Skeletor: Unharmed in this post.
Round 2 is now over! Next is Round 3!
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