Solomon Grundy vs. Colonel

[Albert Wesker]

Ruleset
Word Limit: 800
Posts Per Player: 3
Time Limit: 72 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: On

OOC Thread


Combat Stage
Situated among the clouds, a small island only a few hundred meters across. Covered mostly in grasslands and short, jagged mountains, though it bears a river cutting through it in a lazily winding course. Nearly a third of the island is enshrouded perpetually in violent rain and storms, but it is otherwise temperate and unremarkable. The island as a whole is home to vicious predators and all manner of strange animals, making even the safest areas treacherous.

[Albert Wesker]

This was not the way I had planned to spend my day.

His normally stern expression was set in a deep scowl, barely fending off another hamfisted blow from the hulking brute he'd managed to enrage. So far things had gone well enough for him, having managed to divert the majority of any incoming strike away from hitting home with their full impact. It was an easy task; the giant thing was a clumsy savage, relying seemingly on brute force and raw power more than anything. More than once one of those clumsy blows had almost taken his head off, though. It was more than enough to remind Colonel that ignorance and lack of skill didn't equal being incapable.

And the savage onslaught was so fierce and unrelenting it gave him precious little time to try and manage a counterattack to gain some breathing room. The few glancing blows he had managed to land didn't even seem to register on the monstrous creature. He was covered in cuts and his already decaying, decrepit form was further battered and covered in the trappings of a prolonged engagement...but it didn't even seem to have slowed him down any.

And for his part, the many blows Colonel had warded and turned aside had left him with his own failings and damage to worry about.

"GRUNDY CRUSH!" The white-skinned behemoth roared, and brought both hands up overhead, clasping them together. The soldier program barely had time to register the maneuver, so caught up in his train of thought, he could do little more than bring his arms up to block.

That was a mistake.

The vicious hammer blow hit with a sickening crunch, the ground under the both of them cracking and splintering, especially under Colonel's boots. The green energy blade that served as the armored automaton's primary weapon carved a messy gash in the zombified giant's arms in retaliation, and his open hand caught the interlocked fists. It took all his effort and strength, but somehow he managed to hold off the strike, though he was forced to one knee.

But something in his arms had suffered for it. His automated combat routines were already compensating for it; he could still function without impediment, but there had been some serious damage done. "How in the world...did you get so strong?!" he demanded of the giant, his words trailed by a pained exhalation.

In answer, the giant only let out a bestial roar of "GRUNDY NOT NEED TO ANSWER YOU! YOU ATTACK GRUNDY!" and ripped his hands free of the grasp of his robotic opponent. Staggering back upright without the excess weight forcing him down, Colonel took one ragged step backward, only to be met with the great brute merely taking a single, much larger, step forward toward him, arms spread wide, and grasping him by the shoulders with both hands. "AND NOW GRUNDY MAKE YOU GO AWAY!"

Colonel's feet left the ground, and his eyes went wide at the sudden realization of what the brute had planned. His saber immediately lit up with a crackling glow of energy, desperately trying to prepare some kind of countermeasure. Like a ragdoll, he was sent flying through the air.

In desperation, Colonel took a wild swipe with his saber, letting out the gathered energy. An arrow of bright green energy, crackling and sparking, darted through the air on a general course for his zombified foe. That was all he saw before he touched down in the middle of a river, vanishing under the surface as he sank like a rock.

This isn't working... Colonel's mind was racing as he settled on the riverbed, air bubbles spilling out from between clenched teeth. He only had a few seconds before he needed to take another breath, given his rough splash down landing. He needed to come up with something to land a serious blow. He did have a heavy weapon to bring to the table, but...

No test like a field testing.

On the surface, the chalk-white swamp monstrosity remained standing there, heaving deep breaths. A new gash, carved messily into his chest from the mechanical soldier's desperate attack, slowly oozed disgusting fluid, but seemed barely an afterthought. He simply stared at the river where Colonel had gone under, the thoughts of his simple mind a mystery to all but him.

He wasn't quite right.

Water sprayed everywhere as the cyber-soldier came soaring up out of it, toward the opposite bank of the river. In his free hand was a massive cannon, and no sooner did he land than he hit one knee, bracing the cannon. Grundy had time to blink before the massive weapon belched flame and let loose a thunderclap of ignition and spat forth a massive shell, aimed straight at him.

798 words total

Grundy used, in order:
Grundy Crush!
Death Grip
Fastball Special

Colonel used, in order:
Screen Divide -V-
Colonel Cannon: Impact

Have at thee, Sir Grundy.

[Harlan Higgs]

-fwwwweeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE-

KABOOM

Grundy had been having fun, up until about a second ago. The massive shell had sailed lazily through the air, and while the zombie made to bring up his arms to shield himself, he was too slow. It hit him directly in the chest and detonated, throwing up a thick cloud of smoke, shrapnel, and burning cinders. He stumbled backwards while his arms flailed at his smoking, pitted torso, the numb sensation of having his dead flesh ripped away and shredded more familiar than ever. That had actually....well, it hadn't hurt. It just....had, and it was quite a big had. Grundy was covered in stab wounds and slashes, and even though some of the smaller cuts were already beginning to stop leaking, the missile had stung with non-pain. Stepping forward out of the smoke, his face smeared with black soot from the missile and the thick green sap he had for blood, Grundy scanned the area in front of him and bellowed a challenge to the mechanical warrior by the riverside.
"GRUNDY HOPE THAT NOT ALL YOU GOT, ROBOT MAN! GRUNDY JUST GETTING STARTED! RUUUUAAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!!"

The hulking zombie charged, bellowing and gnashing his broken teeth. Colonel clenched his own jaw and deactivated his glowing sword, charging up the dissipated energy into a glowing green blast of energy. The soldier program managed to get off about three shots in the time it took Grundy to cover the distance between them, two of them hitting their target in the shoulder and chest with the third missing by an inch. A huge, dead hand swung towards the zombie's opponent, almost in slow motion, and impacted with a heavy slap. Colonel let out a grunt of exertion as he slowed the open handed slap with his free hand and fired up his blade once more, just as a tree trunk thick forearm hit him right in the sternum and drove him backwards into the air. Both the zombie and the robot sailed clear over the river's depths, the Navi born along on Grundy's fist by his velocity. As the zombie landed on his boots, he swung his arm around, hoping to find purchase on one of those metal limbs. He felt the green energy blade sink into his back and shoulder, but by this point it was like cutting a steak with a toothpick. Gripping his opponent by the leg in his banana fingered fist, he held him up and roared again before slamming the soldier Navi into the ground and following with a slow, heavy kick that just missed as Colonel managed to use the momentum from his slam to roll away.

The green saber danced along the ground as the mechanical man swung it in a dangerous arc, rolling backwards from Grundy and getting to his feet. He panted heavily and held the sword out, pointed at the zombie, who just grinned and cracked his tremendous knuckles. Rearing back for another series of blows, Grundy's fists crashed into the ground as Colonel parried, sidestepped, or rolled with the slow, ponderous punches. The Navi looking backwards for a split second, he noticed that they were entering the low mountain ranges of the island and the edge of the floating landmass was now in sight a hundred meters away. Changing tactics, he went on the offensive, or as much on the offensive as he could. Grundy simply took the sword slashes as they bit deep into his skin, the ground growing sticky with oozing green sap, although the giant was beginning to show a bit of fatigue, if not pain. The soldier feinted left, aiming for Grundy's wrist, but turned his blade at the last second and sunk it deep into the giant's stomach, hoping for a weakened reaction. What he got was not exactly what he expected, as the chalk white hulk grabbed his wrist and yanked the blade deeper into his stomach, pulling Colonel with it. Grundy jumped off the ground a few feet and leaned forward, positioning his free arm directly over the robotic man's back for a devastating forward elbow drop as they fell towards the ground amid the low, pointed mountain tops.

694 words total

Grundy used One Handed Death Grip

Colonel used Colonel Buster

Hope this was an okay first post

[Albert Wesker]

Colonel's face showed a very rare moment of genuine emotion, his eyes widening in shock at the sudden action of the hulking abomination, actually pulling his bladed arm deeper into the wound, and firmly anchoring the mechanized soldier in place, preventing his escape. On firm footing, he may have been able to extricate himself from the steely grip of the giant zombie, but as the brute leaped into the air any purchase he had to try and gain some leverage flew south. Colonel grit his teeth in frustration and tried to clear his mind for what he knew was coming. This was going to hurt.

K-KRA-KRASH

For his credit, Colonel didn't make a sound, of either pain or anything else. His face twisted into a mask of pure agony, and all the breath was driven from his lungs, and his entire body went numb for a moment, but he didn't make a single sound of pain.

He lay in a distinctly Colonel-shaped crater for a handful of moments, sparks and jolts of electricity arcing from each and every joint in his body, shimmering, cerulean flows of vague pseudo-liquid, the data that composed his form, slowly floated out from several of the sparking sections, dissipating harmlessly into the air. He was in pain. Damaged. But not debilitated.

His free arm came up and around, and with a wrenching motion, planting both legs into the ground for leverage, his fist crashed into the undead hulk's head. There was a faint, meaty crunch of impact, the brute's head flung sideways from the blow, but he only turned his leering, simple expression slowly back. A shattered tooth and vague fist-shaped imprint on his face the only things to show for the punch that would have put a hole through concrete. It sent a chill down Colonel's spine, and let him know he had to act fast to get out of this behemoth's grip if he didn't want to get torn apart.

In a sputtering flicker, the blade of his saber dissipated, as if it had just given up on this whole ordeal, and Grundy took the moment to haul his still begrappled foe up out of the crater, intending to no doubt visit more simple, but all too effective violence upon him.

He never got the chance.

There was a flicker of energy from the deactivated blade emitter on Colonel's arm, and then a bolt of energy hit the giant brute, square in the face. The unexpected blow had just the reaction Colonel hoped it would, and he let out a furious roar, hurling the soldier program in his grip bodily away. It sounded more like all that had happened was he'd made the virtually-impervious corpse mad, more than anything else. But he was free of being manhandled for now, and that was all that mattered to him for now.

He hit the ground on one side, skidding through the dirt and rocks, over the small, rugged mountaintops. He came to a halt, quite a ways away from his monstrous opponent, face down in the dirt. It was an ordeal to get himself back to a standing posture again, but as soon as he did, his saber flared back to life, and his gaze snapped up to the unwavering juggernaut, already stomping toward him again, resolute and implacable.

Colonel brought up one hand, holding it out toward his foe. And in his mind was a single objective: "Charge."

It took several seconds, but eventually the feeling of his army clicked into place. And one of the loyal soldiers of the Colonel Army sprang to life at his right hand, behind him. It took two steps forward, shouldered the rifle it bore, and unleashed a steady stream of energy bolts at Grundy. They were weak, and would likely do little more than slow down the juggernaut, but that would be all Colonel needed.

Bringing his saber up, he took off at a slow run at an angle, a rough parabola that would keep him out of his own soldier's line of fire while still carrying him toward his foe. And the whole way he slowly focused a charge of power into his saber, sparks dancing along the blade. Need to end this fast.

700 words, according to wordcounter.net

Colonel used, in order:
Colonel Buster
Colonel Army (Rifle variant)
Screen Divide (prepared, but not used)

Grundy Used:
Fastball Special

[Harlan Higgs]

The behemoth shook his head, spitting a gnarled yellow tooth out of the side of his mouth as he began his slow, inevitable advance towards his opponent once more. He could feel bloody sap leaking out from the hole in his stomach, not to mention the other cuts and slashes he'd received throughout their engagement.

The entire left side of his face was crispy and leaking from that last plasma blast and the vision in his eye was slightly darker than normal, the eerie yellow glow dimmed a perceptible amount. His chest heaved with deep, unneeded breaths, each huff blowing drips of green ooze from the shrapnel wounds on his chest. Grundy was mad, but still enjoying himself. He'd felt that visceral crunch when his elbow drove the mechanical man into the dirt, the sheer thrill and the rush of power from his ungodly might used against another. Time to finish this. Grundy was getting tired of playing with this toy soldier.

Stomping towards the mountain range where Colonel had made his last-of-many rough landings, he saw the dented metal helmet rise between the peaks and whip out a hand outstretched towards him. His opponent looked visibly weary, and the zombie figured a few more good, solid shots would end with a pile of broken metal to play with. Grundy continued walking, pounding his left palm with his meaty right fist and making a loud THWAK. THWAK. THWAK.
"GRUNDY HAD FUN, ROBOT MAN. PLAYTIME OVER NO- WHAT DIS? MORE TOYS FOR GRUNDY TO BRE-?"

His sentence was cut off by a hail of bright green energy rounds thudding into his lacerated body. Roaring, Grundy shielded his face with his massive forearms and charged forward towards the soldier Navi, the plasma blasts interfering with his direction. One stray shot blasted his knee wide open, gouging a hole in his tattered pants and causing his stride to falter. His mad charge slowed down somewhat and he lost sight of his original target as he fought his way through the hail of energy blasts. Reaching out with both massive hands, he grabbed the hapless soldier's legs while the poor cannon fodder attempted to butt him with his rifle. Grundy pulled and with a tearing, awful noise, ripped the man in half.

Roaring as he threw away the two sections of the summoned foe, he then felt a nasty crackling and slicing cut across his back. He turned around with a furious growl, and spotted Colonel, panting with his saber drawn and the green blade shining brightly. Seeing red, the furious zombie gnashed his teeth and charged again at the soldier navi, his foe dashing towards him in kind. They met each other halfway, Grundy's unstoppable rage allowing him to crush through Colonel's attempts at turning aside his blows. One meaty fist snuck through the blade's parrying and sunk into the mechanical soldier's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As the man bent over, the chalk white hulk roared and grabbed his shoulders once again, lifting him clean off the ground and hefting him completely over his shoulders. However, instead of merely tossing him straight away.....This time, Grundy angled upwards.

Colonel sailed straight up into the air, turning ever so gently at the apex of his climb. The robot flailed desperately as he tried to right himself, or at least avoid the inevitable follow up to Grundy's skyward sling. And then he began to fall down...gaining velocity as he reapproached the ground. Grundy stood there, waiting...breathing heavily, watching his opponent sink like a stone. His fists, clasped together.
"NOW GRUNDY CRUSH!"

He tilted his neck to the side and wound up, swinging just as Colonel was a few feet from the ground.

CRACK

623 words, according to wordcounter

Grundy used Fastball Special
Grundy used Grundy Crush!

Colonel used Screen Divide

[Albert Wesker]

His entire world flashed white. garbage code and warnings flashing relentlessly across his vision, telling him what he already knew: DANGER, SYSTEM INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. It was rapidly getting to the point that even his robust combat adaptation routines were finding it hard to cope. He still had his full functionality, but barely.

Then the ground reasserted itself.

With a violent crash, Colonel 's brief flight was brought to a screeching halt as he once again impacted one of the absurdly small mountains. The rocky formation took the brunt of the impact...then shattered, leaving the soldier program in a pile of rubble and dust.

And for a long, long moment, it looked like that might have been enough.

And then all of the rubble covering him shifted. Sparks and leaking bits of his data 'blood' flowing freely from every crack and joint in his body, Colonel heaved himself up out of the dust, to one knee. His breathing came in short, ragged gasps through sharply clenched teeth. If he'd had actual blood to spill, no doubt it would have been leaking from between those teeth freely.

Going to need to go all-out to have a chance of finishing this. Need to hit him hard with everything I've got left, while I still can...

Slowly, he regained his feet. He was unsteady, the sparks dancing along his damaged form flaring up in protest to the movement. Another WARNING flashed across his vision. Wonderful. If his internal systems were taking issue with something as simple as moving, they were really going to have a field day with what he had planned for this last ditch effort.

"Robot man stubborn. Need to know when to STAY DOWN!" The simple, brutish voice roared across the intervening distance, heavy footfalls already striking the earth as the hulking abomination closed the distance between them.

Colonel's expression was focused, shoving the pain to the back of his mind, forcefully shutting off his internal warning system. He knew he wasn't going to be doing any moving on his own, one way or the other, very soon. "A good soldier doesn't stay down." A low rumble spread through the earth, tiny pebbles and chunks of debris rattling with the movement, dust kicking up around him. "And I was programmed to be a good soldier." Purple fire blazed out from under his feet, roaring up into a dark indigo blaze around his entire form, nearly twice his own height. The rubble around him was blown away with the force of it, kicking up a thick screen of dust and grit, casting the soldier program into silhouette.

A flash of green rent the miniature dust storm, blowing it away. Still sparking and highly damaged, but with only focus and cold, implacable determination written on his face, the perfect navi stood there, the blade of his saber pointed at the chalk-white monstrosity still slowly advancing toward him. About his entire body, a dim outline of glimmering violet flames still roiled and flickered, and his eyes practically blazed with flickering green light. "This ends now."

With a flourish of his blade, Colonel brought it to bear in a defensive, ready stance over his chest, bent at the knees, sparks flickering wildly about the joints, and broke into a dash straight at his much larger foe. A huge cloud of dust was left in his wake from the force of his initial 'launch', and he practically flew across the intervening distance, compared to his earlier movements.

In answer the giant brute merely let out a roar of challenge, breaking into a slow, lumbering run of his own, his hammer-like fists at the ready.

The impact when they met kicked up another cloud of dust.

Fist met fist. Sparks and disgusting ichor flew every which-way.

Colonel lost feeling in his arm, but the very distinctive, rippling crunch told him his foe hadn't fared much better.

The both of them staggered back, but the soldier navi didn't give even a moment's pause. He rebounded from the clash, his saber whirling around in a dizzying arc to strike across the zombified hulk's chest, leaving a gash in his pale flesh nearly from hip to shoulder, more of that disgusting, green sludge dripping — nay, oozing — from it. If it bothered him at all, the monster didn't even show it, aside from a renewed spark of fury in his eyes.

"Stand down, abomination!"

"GRUNDY NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!"

Flickering energy blade met hamfist, kicking up another shockwave and sending both combatants staggering wildly back once again. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

765 words

Colonel used Tier 1 Power Up: Colonel β for this post and the next. 1/3 SP remaining

Power Up Stats:
ATK: 6
DEF: 3
SPD: 3
TEC: 4

LET US FINISH THIS WITH HONOR AND STYLE, GRUNDY :frogsiren:

[Harlan Higgs]

Zombie met robot. Over and over they clashed, their initial impact jarring enough to shake the ground beneath them. Anyone else standing on the floating might have noticed a minor earthquake from the force of their assault on each other. Birds flew into the air from two hundred meters away, and the rolling purple clouds arrived to score their epic confrontation with violet rain and mist.

"GRUNDY KILL YOU! GRUNDY KILL YOU DEAD! RRRRUUARRRGGGGHHH!!!!"

Dripping, giant fist met purple, metal fist. And this time, Grundy felt the reconstituted bones in his hand crunch. That glowing purple aura around his foe spelled trouble, and the giant zombie was proven right when the soldier Navi executed a spinning fake before carving his chest like a turkey. Grundy roared, stumbling back and watched a finger drop off of his hand, the yellow, cracked bones of his skeleton held together with mossy vines and necrotic energy now exposed. In response to the visible injury, the enraged plantman drew back said fist for another heavy blow, only to be outmaneuvered again and slashed on the elbow.

Flailing wildly, Grundy pressed forward, Colonel blocking his wild strikes with his fist and blade. That glowing purple aura had boosted his enemy somehow, enough to be able to stand up to Grundy's might with much less difficulty. "Do you see now, monster? You have lost already!" the program shouted once more, rain sizzling on his visible energy projection. The same rain matted the dead man's white hair, slicking down his face as he opened his rotten mouth for another angry bellow.

They met again, clashing wildly as Grundy's strikes began to slow down, skin sloughing off him in the rain. More of his magically reanimated bones were exposed, and the plasma burn from earlier had fallen off the white skin from half of his face. A glowing eldritch light peered from an ancient and cracked skull, a grisly peek inside the unstoppable monster's head. Grundy lashed out with one arm, attempting to catch the robot man off balance, but he stopped the blow easily with another offhand swing of his saber....and in doing so, was unable to counter the second grab from Grundy's free hand. He raised his arm to catch the blow, but Grundy simply grasped his entire wrist and yanked, pulling him off his feet to dangle in midair. The sword entangled arm slipped off Colonel's blade while Grundy shook the Navi in his grasp, punching him repeatedly in the gut. He managed to get one or two hefty sucker punches in before the glowing blade went cleanly in and out of his neck, and the monster whipped him into the ground in response.

Bouncing off the rain slicked dirt, Colonel rolled with the force of the blow and came up standing with the blazing violet glow of his powerful aura doubling his silhouette. That only made it easier for Grundy to come barreling forwards like a steam train, shoulder lowered like a pro linebacker. Nearly 900 pounds of angry, undead muscle hit the robot and sent him flying backwards, the Navi desperately trying to stay on his feet while jumping backwards each time he landed. Grundy followed, his momentum carrying him forward on sliced up, battered limbs, roaring and swiping at his opponent angrily each time he came into grasp. Finally, the Navi managed to dodge sideways, carrying him out of the path of the chalky behemoth. Slowing down, he turned around again, his yellow eyes glowing through the lightening rain as the clouds moved to another section of their battleground.

Around him were scattered boulders, most the size of baseballs or tennis balls. He wound up and kicked a scree of dirt and rocks at Colonel, shouting, even as they all fell short. "GRUNDY GOING TO BEAT YOU, AND BEAT YOU, AND BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU DUST! RAAAAAARRGGH!" In response to this, the robotic soldier smiled wryly, sparks arcing from his blade as he charged it up. Green energy flew from the pommel and it made a ominous crackling sound.

Grundy was already on his way towards his opponent. Heavy, thudding footfalls left imprints on the mud as he charged, gathering speed for one final, reckless assault. Arms outstretched, Grundy came nearer and nearer, hands wide as if to grab the Navi once more for a killing blow. Just as he was within twenty feet of his opponent, he leapt, arcing towards the soldier in an ironic imitation of the missile he'd been shot with earlier.

757 words, wordcounter.
Grundy used Death Grip (One Handed)
Grundy used Buried on Sunday - Tier 1 Super Move (0/1 SP Remaining)

Colonel used Neo Screen Divide - Tier 1 Super Move (0/3 SP Remaining)

BAW GAWD JIM IT'S A REAL SLOBBERKNOCKER