[Round 2] Robyn vs. Daneuva

Robyn yawned wide, showing her fangs as the skiff glided over the crystal waters. The ocean always made her sleepy, for some reason. Mouth snapping shut with a click, she eyed the water warily as they headed for the platform. The fox girl might like her baths, but this was a whole different matter. She really hoped she didn’t fall or get pushed into the water at some point. Granted, she just likely get pissed and climb back out, but hey, it was the principle of the thing.

To take her mind off the glittering water, she looked at her arm, twisting it this way and that, testing the muscles. Amazing…weird, but amazing. For some reason, having screws and pins in her arm weirded her out more than mages regenerating the flesh did. Wacky world they lived in, for sure. She tested it out again, punching her right fist hard into her cupped palm, grinning when there was no pain. If she’d tried that on someone else, they likely would have gone flying.

Damn, this boat ride was taking forever. Oh well, left plenty of time for internal monologuing. Robyn still wasn’t sure how she had won her fight. Omi had gotten her twice with his woo-woo snakes, although, she had managed to break his leg. She guessed it had something to do with the fact she could actually walk away from the fight.

And finally they were there, the little boat pulling up beside the platform. Robyn stood up, causing the boat to wobble from side to side. She held her balance easily, throwing a casual salute to the “captain” before jumping into a backflip, landing on the platform easily. Not such a huge trick this time, but it seemed to please the spread-out spectators, whooping and cheering her name. She imagined that everyone was surprised about the outcome of her match. Sure as heck no one had expected an unknown to overthrow Omi Barsait, a… “favored” combatant wasn’t the right word, but it would do. Yet they didn’t seem to hold it against her, instead cheering and hollering over the upset.

Robyn walked to one end of the platform, standing in the center of the end, roughly 5 feet from the edge, adjusting her belt as she did. Her staff and knives were cleaned up, and her outfit was pristine once more. Yay for multiple sets of clothes. She stretched some, pulling her arms behind her as she stared up into the sun, squinting. Her fight would be a warm one, no doubt about that. Not to mention the fact she was wearing full-length cargo pants, and boots. Her shirt wasn’t so bad; the material breathed easy, and the vest on top only fluttered in the slight breeze, providing no warmth. She actually wasn’t wearing her hat today, worried about losing it to the waters below. To make up for it, her light-purple hair was done up in a braid, the thick mass of hair bouncing against her back as she moved.

Robyn yawned again, but not from boredom. The gentle waves around the platform had a calming effect, and she had to shake her head to clear it. Now was not the time to get distracted or sleepy. Rubbing her eyes, which were already starting to hurt from the glare the waters threw, her ears were perky and alert as she awaited her opponent, tail lashing in anticipation for the coming fight.

**Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer - BOOOM!

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer- BOOM!

Brrratt, brrrrrrrat, brrrrrrat brrrat!**

At first an ear splitting whistling sound filled the air, and then things seemed to go from bad to worse. A giant explosion went off and above the arena there was a break in the clouds as a large metallic protrusion appeared as clear as day, and it was diving at an alarming rate. Only the most attentive of spectators would be able to make out the image of Dan Luca standing on the Bowsprit (front stem) of the gargantuan vehicle. The young Al Bhed was wearing an old Ship Captain’s outfit and was standing in the Captain Pose with his right foot up on what looked like a long cannon. In the boy’s left hand is a mechanical looking replica of the extremely popular rapier blade. This weapon seemed to be made with extreme care, for its exquisite work could only have been forged by the best of blacksmiths, or the best of mechanics. With lights and switches blipping on the sword, it resembled something out of a sci-fi. As the scene played out, and the airship continued on its plight, time revealed that Dan’s ship was being attacked; another whistling sound, and another explosion, only this time everyone there could see that the target was the second contender. Jerking in the air, it looked, at first, like the ship was going to fall directly down but it continued its original rate of descent.

Wind blew Dan’s about and as he fell closer to the ground cameras caught Dan’s pose, and more importantly his face, the boy had a smug grin on; he looked completely confident and didn’t waver at all, although the stern of his vehicle was now catching fire and parts were flying off, falling into the ocean below. Soon after machine guns were going off; Dan was firing back at his anonymous assailant.

Throughout this entire scene, Dan Luca didn’t wince; he stood there on the bow of his ship, not moving and inch. There was about a good two minute drop from the airship’s position to the ground, which meant that it was running out of time, DAN was running out of time. Only one hundred and twenty seconds before he reached certain doom, and only just now was there a second break in the clouds. The assailant? Behind Dan’s airship was a second, only this one was decorated in pretty colors and funny scenes. Cameras zoomed in on the artwork on the second ship: a limbless, bloody man biting someone else’s ankle, a devilish swordsman being thwarted by cartoony police officers, a mad scientist flinging a glowing green frisbee that actually says “Frisbee” on it. All of these scenes, plus much more, this ship was portraying scenes from the previous round?!

In the center of the comedic paint job was a picture of Ralphael , Dan’s first opponent, except he looked like a porcupine being harassed by giant toasters, one of which actually had a piece of toast in it. Underneath that depiction there were, in large green letters “Goooo LUCA!”

As soon as the second airship broke through the clouds the cannon that Luca was standing on began to rise straight up, the young man backed up and dropped his sword with the grin on his face turning to a sly smirk. Turning on its side, the cannon was built with a canal curved through one end of the barrel; reason being, this was not a weapon, but rather acted as a runway for fireworks. Rising a hand to grab a hold of the barrel, the young man put his leg up on a peg that was protruding out of the barrel, lined up with the track for the ammunition. The very next second, Dan was off; another loud BANG, and the cannon shot whatever was loaded in there, that peg was a part of the ammunition and the boy stepped onto it for the sole purpose of lifting off with the massive power from his cannon. As for his ship? Another whistling sound and a loud BOOM! From the second airship came the shot from an extremely long gun, and finally, Dan’s ship “sank”, but while it dropped Dan, in the air, ordered the deactivation via an optical command from his goggles. Rather than falling and causing a huge ruckus, the ship deconstructed itself, returning to ten different capsule pieces, each flew up in the air.

Dan was riding on a long steel post, that looked like a rocket due to the massive wick that was sparking in the back, the sparks were getting close to the nose of the rocket, and Dan was running out of time. As soon as he felt the propulsion dying he knew that he was no longer lifting in the air, and that time was almost up, so the boy dropped. Luca fell backwards, and corrected himself in the air so he was in a diving position and was falling headfirst. Behind the Al Bhed was yet another explosion. Bang! Crackle! Crack crack crack! BANG!

A beautiful light show played above, as Dan Luca dove, his captain’s clothing peeling off of him with the plight. Underneath the young man was wearing a typical Dan outfit: fitted green leather jacket and a white tee shirt underneath, black fitted pants, and black sneakers and gloves. On Dan’s back was his backpack and long term friend, ‘Nad’, and on his face, as always were those thick green goggles. Fluorescent green swirls, red clouds, and pink mushrooms appeared, circles with various different colors, and flames licked the clouds as the show played out and the boy fell like a stone. Finally, in bright green, “LUCA!” appeared.

A second after the fireworks went off, while the lights were still in the air, an animachina activated from the second ship; large in size, a bird lifted off. Flapping its massive wings, this machine must have had a wingspan of at least thirty feet. Dan’s replica of the Argentavis magnificens leapt into the air, and its massive wingspan lifted it. Opening its beak, the bird’s first task was to swallow the pieces of the first, destroyed airship; then after doing so the huge bird machine flew back down, and sifted its body in order to fly downward. It’s shape, and maneuver made the bird far more aerodynamic than its creator, so it easily caught up with a still falling Luca, who was just a little more than half of the way into smashing face first into the water. Catching, and lifting Luca back up into the air, the Magnificens flew once around the platform. Upon being brought closer to the platform, in a safer manner than just dropping like a sack of potatoes, Dan rearranged himself on the bird’s neck so that he was actually standing on it’s back and his leading foot was on the animachina’s head. With an exasperated lurch, the bird flapped it’s wings and arched it’s head and back; the Al Bhed jumped off and pulled off a double back flip, landing perfectly on the ground in a crouching position. One knee was lowered, just barely touching the ground and the right foot was planted softly on the platform.

Flying back up and onto the airship which was already making its way away from the place, back above the clouds to return home, the machina would disappear. The scene went silent, all of the NPCs in which Dan’s author could temporarily control stood silent as if they were waiting for something, there had to be something amazing coming… He was still; his opponent was there, the airships, the explosions!!! ….. Something had to be coming. And then he did it: Dan Luca slowly, but suavely stood up, sliding his left leg to be straight and perfectly aligned with the right. As soon as the boy stood up he looked at the crowd and raised his hand, giving everyone a cool thumbs up pose. The crowd went wild, screaming and clapping as he did this, as he did something “amazing” that they were all waiting for. A real crowd pleaser, this boy was. But there was much more to his show, back at the arena where he fought Ralphael, there was almost nothing for him to work with, no inspiration, so Dan had to dig deep to find the creativity to appeal to the crowd. But here this is not so, here is where Dan loved to be. Whenever the boy looked at sand he caught an instant reminder of Home, and how things were there. For the first seventeen years of his life Dan lived in a place that seemed almost parallel to Gaia, a distant world, a different universe. Dan made a new family here, new friends, but he was still homesick and whenever he was around sand, that inspiration hit him. As for the airships, those were replicas of the original masterpiece created by the old master of his people; no these weren’t made for actual combat, and could only stay in the air for a certain amount of time, and in no way, shape, or form were ready for practical use; but for a show they worked wonders. Sand and airship battles and cheering crowds, it seemed like everything that made Dan Luca happy was all right here, on this beach. Now it was his responsibility to make everyone else happy, just as they were doing for him.

Just then, when a thought was just about to hit Dan, he caught something on his HUD, a certain figure that the machine still had information on. The figure was that of none other than Ralphael! By the time he realized this, the crowd was already cheering; “Luuuca, Luuuuca, Luuuuuca!” So the Al Bhed smirked, he reached down and clicked a capsule, then slammed it into the ground beneath him. Whistling, Dan ordered the small RC to activate its speakers.

“Ralph-eye-elll, Ralph-eye-elll, Ralph-eye-elll!” While the crowd was cheering him on, Dan started directing them in a different route; his voice was being picked up and escalated to everyone via the powerful speakers of the Soundwave. At first people seemed confused, then Dan pointed out to where the HUD said that his last opponent was, and sure enough, there was Ralph, on a ship, watching the match. Cameras pointed to where Dan was pointing with his index finger. It didn’t take long though, because a short while later the crowd was cheering and clapping and they were all chanting Ralphael’s name.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we didn’t get to give our wonderful combatant the round of applause that he deserved for being such a great opponent! He’s real tough, and my mind was racing the entire match, RALPHAEL, RALPHAEL, RALPHAEL!”

Dan looked over at his old opponent and gave a genuine smile, raised his hand and lifted the blast goggles a little, revealing his eyes to Ralph, the young man began to join the crowd in clapping. Soon after, the goggles were replaced, and the Soundwaves was ordered to repress the speakers. Before finally speaking to his opponent, Dan reached down and grabbed a hold of another capsule, pressing the button and smashing it between his hands, the young man shook his head, the hands which were clasped together pushed apart from the construction of another machina. Luca’s Centipede appeared, wrapping around his body, holding its nine feet of length against its creator. The ocelli were green, a dull light, but green nonetheless.

“Pnudran, fa pudr byccat du dra caluht nuiht, E's jano bnuit uv pudr uv ic. Ed caasc dryd fa fana pudr nekrd ymm ymuhk, uin cleahlac yna fuhtanvim, yht ed'c hu xiacdeuh dryd fa'na aqlabdeuhym. E ghuf fryd oui'na lybypma uv Rikei, pid dutyo ec so desa du creha! You there, opponent, I’m ready! Begin when you wish...”

With his HUD displaying a grey figure to represent his opponent, and two of the twelve balls in the upper left hand corner of the goggles, and two PIP views of his opponent in the bottom right corner of the HUD screen, Dan waited for his opponent’s reaction. Just then, another voice exclaimed

*“**Round II of the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai…

Robyn Isedan Vs. Daneuva "Cysiam" Luca !**”*

The Soundwave machina moved forward some, and its hood opened up two headlights which were bright red and shone one Robyn. A subtle light, but it had its cameras fixed on the female.

“Something about this girl…” The boy spoke to himself, “something about her that I’m getting from… ‘Nad, prepare an NNEMP for deployment.” A whistle and beep later, and Dan was back to continuing to wait, prepared for just about anything, as he was when he had just landed on the platform. He was positioned just two feet from the edge, wanting to be as far away from this girl for now, at least until the fight begins.

Machina Count: (Deployed/Accessible)

Machina:

NNEMP- 0/3

Soundwave- 1/8 -Scanning done next post

Animachina:

Centipede- 1/1

*Ralpheal wasn't surprised when the thunder in the sky revealed two mechanical ships in the midst of battle. Having battled with Luca before it would have been more of a surprise if he had simply drifted in with a small raft. With Ralph had his fight with Luca he had entered with the roaring boom of a beast on it's approach. The anticipation was a thrill at first to think of his opponent a colossul beast, though the end result was still amusing to see. A small little man mocking thundering footsteps and a piercing shreech.

He saw on the side of the opposing craft an image which he could assume was an interpretation of himself. Why was he a pourcipine? Perhaps it was because his greatest form of attack against Luca was the darts he threw or just a random denominator. "Very funny." He thought as the battle ensued to it's explosive finale.

The crowd went wild as he rose his thumb into the air and Ralpheal leaned back abit now. Then Luca seemed to turn his attention right to him and began to chant out his name. It was nice the fact that he was actually saying his name correctly, most people say 'Rapheal' instead. Overall though this was quite unfortunate for him, he didn't want to be noticed much.

As the camera turned towards him he lifted the collar of his coat to try to conceal his face. Too little too late as the captain grabbed his arm and rose it above like the champion of a boxing match. Standing now and waving his left hand with a sarcastic grin he humoured the crowd. Behind him the rather large man was blabbering about how splendid it was that such a spectacle could be directed so closely to himself. Another man tried to push in a marketing sign he had brought with him in the view of the camera.

It was going to be a long day...*

With that smirk still planted on Dan’s face, the young man looked at his opponent; she didn’t look like much, no, but she DID advance to the second round which could only mean that she had some kind of toughness to her. This arena was much smaller than the last, which meant that Dan had far less area to move around, which also meant that this was time to play a little more strategically. Looking the female over, Dan nodded; the HUD screen was getting a feed from the Soundwave, whose red light was still shining on Robyn. Soon enough the red light shut off, and was replaced by a blinking green light. This time, however, the light wouldn’t shut off; the light remained on and blinked on and off in increments of two seconds. In this Dan wouldn’t be hindered at all; however the light should catch a fair amount of attention from Robyn seeing as how the Al Bhed was directly behind his machina. That centipede machina was still on the boy’s shoulder, its head only inches from Dan’s and it’s ocelli glowing brighter with each passing second. In this sunlight, it wouldn’t be like that for very long.

On the bottom left corner of the goggles color and definition replaced the grey replica of Dan’s opponent, and within a few seconds there was a perfect copy of the woman there, just as with Ralphael and pretty much every opponent Dan ever faced. Now, before beginning, Dan took a few more moments to look his opponent up and down, and more importantly note a few of her key physical differences. The first thing that came to mind were the woman’s ears; this was perfect for the mechanic, big ears usually meant big sense of sound, which usually meant sensitivity to sound, which meant that the Soundwave was probably going to be Dan’s best friend in this fight. Second, Dan took notice of the tail; this meant to Dan that the woman both has an impeccable balance, and possibly meant that her maneuverability was also very high and quick, which brought Dan to his next observation… Robyn’s stature. She was very small, much like him and his brother, so like them she was probably fast and agile. What this meant to Luca was that he couldn’t, or rather shouldn’t use concentrated blasts.

No.

“Ymnekrd, Cuihtfyja, ica ouin fetacbnayt cuiht pmycdc. Ihmega fedr Ralphael, E haat oui du zicd syga hueca, tuh'd funno ypuid brocelym yddylgc fedr drec uha. Fa'mm ymmuf ran du tavayd rancamv. Fine, woman, you do not wish to begin, then the first hit is MINE! I’ll warn you now, this will be a very quick match!”

‘Vencd, E sicd caa ruf yllinyda so tatildeuh ec. Ykyehcd fumv tasuhc yht molyhc, dra Cuihtfyja fungc fuhtanc. Mad'c caa ev drec fusyh ryc yho namydeuh.’

Thinking to himself, Dan made the first optical command, and the first Soundwave machina rushed forward. Seeing Robyn pull out her weapon, Dan decided that if this fight did indeed get to close combat, it would probably be best for him if her weapon usage was limited… So, ‘Nad came into play. Only moments before Dan Luca ordered his partner in crime to prepare a NNEMP, and so when the Soundwave drove out, the right strap on Dan’s backpack undid itself, one of the arachnid-like limbs stretched down to the young man’s belt and undid a capsule, allowing it to slam into the ground. As soon as the small ball hit the floor, Dan stomped on it; with this action the button was pressed and the device was destroyed. As fluidly as it was destroyed, another machina was created. Lifting the boy’s foot, a toaster – like machine appeared. Apparently it was another RC, and was a little bit smaller than the Soundwave.

Dan Luca’s NNEMP machina darted out from underneath the Al Bhed’s foot, reaching its max speed of 40 MPH in four seconds, the NNEMP would look almost as if it were trying to ram right into Robyn. However, although the second machina rushed out so quickly, the Soundwave didn’t. It was driving forward, but wasn’t nearly as fast as its smaller counterpart. After reaching half way between Dan and his opponent the sound wave let out a loud blast. Although the sound was generally loud, the speaker device within the machina was pointed forward, aimed at Robyn. The sound resembled the explosion from the airships, but was right there on the platform with the combatants, so while it wasn’t particularly louder than the others, it was a lot closer to home. Thanks to Dan’s impeccable timing, the Soundwave released its blast at the same time that the NNEMP was supposed to make contact with Robyn, hopefully one would take attention off the other; regardless, both had their purposes.

Machina Count: (Deployed/Accessible)

Machina:

NNEMP- 1/3

Soundwave- 1/8

Animachina:

Centipede- 1/1 -Optic Blast Charging- Two(2) more posts

"What a god damn coward!" Rylen shouted, gripping the railing he was leaning over so tightly his knuckles became bleached white. The black, hardened claws of his hands dug into the flesh of his palms, and he bared his fangs as he suppressed a low, rumbling growl in his throat. His ears were swept back and his bushy tail curled up behind him rigidly. He came to watch Robyn's fight from a yacht reserved for spectators since his had ended rather prematurely, and he did not look much worse for the wear besides a busted nose--which by this time had healed to the point of looking like little more than a scrape near his nostril. However, he did not look the least bit happy. He looked about ready to tear someone to pieces, and that someone was Daneuva "Cysiam" Luca.

Rylen knew he hated Dan the moment Dan's flashy entrance began. For Rylen, no one reason sufficed when it came to expressing that hatred; he had far too many of them. To highlight a few: he hated Dan's excessive showmanship, he hated all of the incessant, ear-splitting noise, and he hated the smug look on the boy's face. But none of those reasons really stirred the tumultuous rage in Rylen. All of it agitated the half-wolf, sure, but that was not why he was gritting his teeth and glaring venomously at the boy, seething in half-restrained fury.

No, the reason Rylen truly felt such an intense hatred for Dan was due to the Al Bhed's fighting style. Like Robyn, Rylen had not witnessed Dan's first match in the tournament. Also like Robyn, Rylen possessed a crippling sensitivity to the kind of extremely loud noises Dan seemed to love having his machina produce at every opportunity. He spent most of the match up to this point covering his ears and hissing his discontent. The last explosive sound wave that rippled from the tiny machina in front of Robyn nearly had Rylen doubling over, and he was on a boat at least fifteen feet away from the edge of the fighting platform itself!

But Rylen could not fault Dan for the tactic of trying to rob his opponents of their senses. All fair in love and war, right? Rather, it was how Dan implemented that tactic that had Rylen about ready to riot. Using a multitude of machines to carry out his maneuvers did not sit well with the half-wolf at all. Whatever the tournament organizers felt, Rylen thought using machines like that bordered on an unfair amount of extra help and interference. Sure, everyone had their tools and weapons, but being able to remotely command a small squadron of independent machines did not make for much of a one-on-one fight.

Of course, Rylen could also be quite narrow-minded in his perspective on what did qualify as a fair-and-square match. He was usually not the type to even give a damn what his opponent brought to the table. But he did wonder if it really made a difference if you had a living, breathing pet to assist you in battle, or a lifeless, soulless machine. In the end both could function remotely to attack or hinder the opponent with their own assortment of abilities, splitting up that combatant's attention in a crucial way while their master remained out of harm's way. It tasted like a big cop-out to Rylen, and Dan's general over-the-top, arrogant attitude certainly did not help sell the idea to the half-wolf.

"Is that how it is? He lets those robots do all the work for him? He's no god damn fighter! He's just a coward." Rylen muttered to no one in particular, as most of the other spectators on the same yacht had wisely decided to stay away from the fuming half-wolf.

Come on, Robyn. Make this punk eat the floor! He thought, and his hand gripped the rail even tighter as he fought back the urge to leap over it, swim out to the platform, and take care of the machines himself so that Robyn could focus solely on their master. But he put all of his faith in his ally, and he sucked in a breath in palpable anticipation as she aimed to kick one of the machines into the deep. You can do it!

"There's no need to yell, darling."

Isabella felt very uneasy by commenting in such a way to Rylen, but the way he was reacting to the distant fight was creating an uneasy atmosphere for the well off. The last thing she needed was for staff to try and prevent him from watching his friend fight. Rylen had been pretty good with controlling his temper, but with the way things had been going today Isabella thought of him as a ticking bomb ready to explode. The most she could do was to speak to him with a level head. Her hand moved across the railing and was placed lightly on the top of his. She squeezed his hand while turning to look up at him, her eyes as if they were trying to sooth him.

It was difficult even for her to not show just how irritated she was by the loud noise. It must had been that much worse for the poor wolf. The headache inducing sounds were just the tip of the iceberg though. Isabella had missed practically all of Rylen's match this round, having waited to tip the man who took him out to the platform. She didn't expect the fight to end so quickly, and she especially didn't expect that Rylen's opponent would forfeit his match. That in itself was probably tearing Rylen up. Winning by forfeit was probably a lot more disappointing to him than having a chance to test his ability.

However, Isabella would try to ease the fury Rylen was working himself in to. Her eyes returned to the platform where the fight continued. She attempted to offer a fair insight to what was happening and Robyn's opponent,

"It takes a tremendous skill to be able to craft and control automatons. It's an art form just like any other style."

Hopefully her efforts to have Rylen craft a more balanced opinion weren't going to push him over the edge.

For the sake of making sense and proceeding, the NNEMP machina was smashed in the back end during its drift and spun out, but magically missed Robyn’s leg that it was aiming for, and continued spinning until it fell off the platform and sank to its demise. At that moment the PIP on Dan’s HUD grew distorted and disappeared. One of the three green orbs on the top right corner of the goggle’s HUD turned red and dimmed some, and then the boy nodded and continued trotting towards the left, where he was originally headed. At this point the ocelli of the centipede machina reached their highest point of light and were strobing slowly. If one were to touch the machina without being ready, they would, no doubt, pull their hand back in surprise. Although it wasn’t burning hot, the cold, hard steel wasn’t all that cold. Now it was only a matter of time…

‘Woah, what the…’

“’Nad, drana'c cusadrehk vihgo kuehk uh drana, keja sa dra naytc vun dryd mycd HHASB veamt, E fyhd y vaat uv dra upzaldc, yht suna esbundyhdmo dra faekrd, cewac yht vunla halaccyno du updyeh cyet upzaldc!”

On the figure there were a number of small green balls that lit up, and then on the right hand corner of the screen there was displayed a number of the objects that were pulled off of Robyn’s person. Finally, however, there was one cloudy object, and it was pointing to the woman’s right arm.

"Aha! E ghaf cusadrehk fyc ib, drana'c cusa geht uv rettah faybuh eh drana, dra chaygo meddma Wolverine fyhhypa!"

Smirking and looking over at the Soundwave, the cameras on the HUD side of his goggles followed his eyeballs’ movements and calculated what the Al Bhed was looking at, and followed so closely and precisely that every twitch and jerking command that the boy’s oculars gave, the goggles transmitted to the grounded machina. It was ordered to cut in towards the female and drive at top speed into her. She was, at that point, recovering from the magnetism, and making her way towards the Soundwave. Right before Robyn dropped to all fours Daneuva clicked the button on one of his grasped capsules, while screaming at the same time.

“E ryja oad du caa... E'ja caah ahuikr... E'ja caah duu silr.. E ryja paah lincat, pid fedr so clnaftnejan eh ryht E femm caa du ed dryd so sylrehy yht E ujanlusa..”

Simultaneous with his words, the Al Bhed also sent the activated device hurling towards the collision point. This small ball was thrown to hit the ground just a second before the Soundwave and Robyn were to meet. Just before being kicked the Soundwave also pulled a drift, in towards the opposite leg that was kicking, however this one didn’t use its final function, but rather threw a compressed sonic blast. Aiming at the opposite leg’s kneecap, Dan was trying to take away Robyn’s balance yet again. She was already disorientated from the loud sounds, and her balance wasn’t excellent as it usually was, so with average maneuverability, this kind of attack (on the leg posted down in order to allow the woman to pull her other back and kick) could be more than your average detriment against Dan. With her speed and momentum, taking out that leg could mean her flying off of the platform and ending up in the water.. That was Dan’s goal, if he was able to get her into the water, then he could capitalize when she was trying to resurface, giving him an easy victory. What was more is that capsule that was thrown, when it finally reconstructed it was yet another NNEMP machina. Upon construction, it immediately activated its magnetism, again at a readjusted distance of five meters. Once again, the magnets were activated on the woman’s right side, this, along with the blast to the knee and Robyn’s momentum from running at top speed then trying to transfer all of that momentum into a swinging kick that would most likely fail at this point, would certainly be enough to throw her, rather comically at that, into the water, well over the platform and even perhaps past the boundaries for the ring out. The reason, by the way, that her kick would most likely be a failure, is because of the NNEMP’s magnetic pull, it not only will throw her balance off, but till also pull in her target. The sudden disappearance of the Soundwave should be enough to make a woman miss her kick. Unless of course, there is something that both Dan and his Author are missing here. To be honest, both are looking forward to what kind of miracle is going to save Robyn from this attack.

Machina Count: (Deployed/Accessible)

Machina:

NNEMP- 2/3 Currently magnetized to a positive(+) polarity. One(1) destroyed.

Soundwave- 1/8 - Termination prepared and ready for use.

Animachina:

Centipede- 1/1 -Optic Blast Charged- Ready for next post

Vintrict Wrote:

> Dan Luca Wrote: > > Dan Luca Wrote: > > > Understood. So, I can have my number of a single animachina type. Got it. And if there's nothing more for me to edit, does this mean the profile's been accepted? O.o > > No, you can only bring in one animachine per battle. Just one.

((No more machina use in the battle for you, Dan. I wish we had a flag system so I can throw it on the field or something to show as a penalty, but we had this discussion and you went against our set clarification.))

Considering that nothing would have happened to her leg had the machina crashed into it anyways, and that she fell down due to the magnestism, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. As Robyn rushed toward the soundwave, she didn’t spare any glance at the NNEMP or her weapons, unable to hear the splash as it sank in the water. But she was keeping an eye on Dan through the corner of her eye. Granted, she wouldn’t know what half of his movements would entail, and he seemed to be able to control the machine thingies without any movement anyways, which left the vixen at a disadvantage. But Robyn wasn’t one to get discouraged, and as soon as she took care of that noisemaker, her opponent was going to get clawed up.

She neared the soundwave, and her opponent seemed to be saying something, not that she could hear it, ears twitching in vain to detect any sound other than the dull static that permeated her sense. Hmm…she thought she might have heard a word or two..it was hard to tell. She didn’t really care what he was yelling, though, since he was probably speaking it in his weird-ass language. The fox girl rose up, bringing her leg back to kick again…and was promptly knocked off balance by something shoving her leg. Her eyes widened, and Dan indeed got his comic moment as she went falling face-first over the machina. But, even disoriented as she was, which was decreasing over time, her reflexes were still enough to pull off a few maneuvers. She knew she was going in the water, there was no way to stop that. But perhaps she could use that to her advantage, and maybe not look like such a fool in doing so.

Her arms swept in front of her, not a hard task considering they had been at her sides, and instead of faceplanting the wooden floor, her palms met the ground, and she turned the fall into a forward handspring, pushing off into the air and straight towards the water. Positioned much like she had been during her freefall stunt during the first round, she entered the water feet first, hands raised above her head as she took a deep breath of air. The audience gasped. She’d gone in the water! Not anywhere near far enough to worry about the countout, but still…what was she doing? The crowd watched, some quietly, and some not so quietly as they waited to see if she would rise back up and pull herself onto the platform again.

Underwater, Robyn grimaced. She really hadn’t wanted to take a saltwater bath. Her cargo pants were heavy, especially soaked with water, but that could actually be used to her benefit. It prevented her from rising too quickly, actually keeping her floating where she was under the water, her powerful legs kicking every so often to prevent her sinking completely. The stone platform was only 4 feet thick, and her dive had taken her further than that. Settling herself into place, she put one hand under the platform, holding herself underwater and out of sight of Dan. Her eyes shimmered, and suddenly next to her, was a complete clone of the woman, even down to the metal in her arm. Granted, that metal wouldn’t actually react to anything, but any sensor would pick it up as though it were real. The figure rose up, breaking the surface and gasping loudly for air as she put a dripping, clawed hand on the platform. Water soaked the surface of the wood, and the copy hauled herself up, an angry look on her face as she dripped onto the platform, the crowd cheering for her apparent recovery. Now, these copies were identical to the original in every way. Scent, sight, sound, heat, aura, everything was there. Or seemed to be at least. Ignoring the bots, she dashed towards Dan himself, her hands bursting into flame as she did so. With a growl and a flying leap, she aimed to tackle him straight at his face. Yes, this figure ignored any and all defenses he might have come up with, considering they would have no effect on her. The instant she was physically touched, however, the figure would disappear as though it had never been there. The water she had dripped, everything was an illusion orchestrated by the fox girl who was now pulling herself up onto the wooden surface. If they hadn’t seen her first match, many would look confused at the sudden appearance of another Robyn, but those who had instantly realized what was going on, cheering her strategy. Funny…she could hear the cheering although it was somewhat muted.

She would pull herself up just as her doppelganger was about to leap towards Dan’s face, but she wasn’t focused on that. Well, part of her was, considering she had sort of a double-vision going on. She was able to see exactly what the clone was seeing, and it kind of superimposed over her own vision, in varying degrees depending on well, if she wanted it or not. The real fox girl was focused on the robots. Or rather, one robot in particular. That little noisemaker was going to take a bath, just like she had. But it wasn’t coming back up. Grabbing the machina, she lifted it and swung it over and into the water. Too bad she couldn’t wait around to hear the splash. Or…see it, considering that might still be out of her hearing capabilities. If she still had enough time, she would aim to do the same to the magnet bot, but, seeing as her right arm was currently being tugged towards it, she figured it wouldn’t be a wise idea to bring it closer and possibly get it stuck. So, gritting her teeth with the strength needed to keep herself from being pulled down by her arm, she’d kick the NNEMP, wanting to give it a nice bath as well.

Doubtful she still had enough time, but if all of those maneuvers were successful, Robyn would turn and dash straight toward Dan, just for the sake of having her in the middle of an action he could respond to.

Dan Luca Wrote:

> Yea, only one animachina per battle. So, I kept it down to one, I don't even have any other animachina accessible during this fight; only the centipede.

((Yeah, those ani things. Remember what I said: I only allowed them in because it's not a "pet." But if that thing acts on its own or show even a semblance of it, it'll be a penalty to grading. Just remember that summoning/pet/familiar rule. Continue cause you guys got like three days left.))

*Ralpheal didn't even have the nerve to manage a responce to the massive sudden soundwave. His head was throbbing already before that with a huge headache. Yes, Ralpheal, master of the human anatomy, was having a headache. The pedestrians on the boat were all holding their ears and complaining quite abit, some may even be bleeding. He didn't rightfully care at this moment though, he didn't like this.*

"I can't watch this fight anymore..."

*Holding two fingers of his left hand on his head and rubbing gently there. The other passengers must have thought he was reacting to the sound when they saw him in this position. It was definately an annoyance, to be sure of though. Calling to the captain, he had the boat turned back towards shore so that the attendants could seek some medical attention...

Once there, he was headed straight for the door, he was most certainly done with the GTB for a good while now.*

One more Soundwave machina was down, that meant that this girl had actually begun to do what no one ever had, and that was attempt to disarm Dan Luca... The Al Bhed would have to compliment her on that at a later time, however, for now things were different. While the girl was on the ground, Dan almost had a feeling that she wasn’t going to give up with the termination blast. Reason being, her hearing wasn’t at one hundred percent, and the full effect and pain from the sound rocking her brain couldn’t be realized. However, that particular Machina did its job, and it was a worthy sacrifice. As for the Soundwave that was most recently thrown, in the time that Robyn was on the ground, writhing in pain, the machina finished preparing its frequency (robyn and I agreed that the time she spent in pain and unconscious on the floor was enough time for the machina to finish this). During this time, Dan was still stroking the head on his animachina Centipede. The Al Bhed looked almost sadistic, sickening, as the excitement of this fight was about to reach its peak, the NNEMP and Soundwave were both in position, the Centipede was ready, all that he had to wait for was his opponent to slip up once, and make that first mistake… Then Robyn darted in towards him.

A smirk a mile wide, Dan braced himself; the boy didn’t move, but rather readied every muscle in his body for what was going to come. As soon as she was within range (about halfway through running in) and the frequency was prepared, and ready for use, the Soundwave was ordered to commence. A cone of sonic wavelengths at a frequency too high for even Robyn to hear, if she was able to hear at this point, sprang out and when this was to make contact with Robyn’s person it would begin to shake, rattle, and roll things that shouldn’t be bothered. The vibrations would encompass a good amount of her body, but only the eyes should be sensitive enough to really see any effects. When vibrated enough like this the eyes could cause hallucinations, eyesight could become blurry, or temporary blindness could occur. That is what Dan was aiming for, he wanted to make Robyn lose what was probably her second most important sense. Without be able to hear, and without being able to see, or see properly, then he could truly take advantage of the fight. However, as far as moving, or escaping is considered, the boy didn’t bother to run away. Since the beginning of the match all he did was sit there and control his machina, much like a chess player manipulating his pawns. Dan had full confidence in his plan and he would stick to it; Robyn’s rage and her sudden burst of strength was all a part of the map he had drawn out… Since Robyn had yet to get within melee range, and wasn’t an immediate threat, the Al Bhed just stood there, knowing all too well that she would be on him soon enough..

Still wanting to keep Robyn within the NNEMP’s AOE, Dan ordered that machina to follow behind her, and weigh her down with its powerful magnet as much as possible. Ultimately, Dan was attempting to weigh Robyn down, as he had been doing all match. With her arm counting against her, her ears and head pounding away, not being able to hear, and possibly her eyes deceiving her as well, at least her vision being blurry, all things would be AGAINST Robyn; everything would be in Dan’s favor. The final blow was almost ready to be thrown; it was only a matter of time.. This entire time, the Al Bhed was watching everything, his eyes moving from one picture of Robyn to the next. He was always attentive, and was readying himself for anything. Dan's opponent would be within melee range in the next second or so, and he had to be completely attentive at this point, there was no half assing this part of the fight. Already been caught off guard once, and for a person like Dan, that was a dangerous thing. Dan was waiting for Robyn to move closer, and he was watching, biding his time, and prepared... Finally, she was there, on him, and she had leapt in the air… Oh joy. Everything was last minute, but with Robyn’s leap and how close she was, this would result in her tackling and/or ripping Dan’s face off with those flaming claws… That could not occur. If it did, it would be more than detrimental to the Al Bhed boy, so just before the attack was supposed to hit the boy he let her have it…

Turning its head, finally, the centipede rose up off of Dan’s shoulder and looked directly at Robyn. Its red eyes grew brighter and from that brightness a shocking attack counter-leapt towards the girl. A cone that covered five feet in front of Dan Luca, and would have eventually spread out if there weren’t anything directly blocking it, shot back. Crimson red, the pure concussive force in red wavelength shot off of the ocelli and out to meet Robyn face to face. Normally, this blast would have enough strength to pierce steel and pulverize rock, but with Robyn’s momentum throwing her forward so quickly, it’ll be more like getting hit by a sixteen wheeler. This kind of attack was made to send people flying, while also dealing them a huge amount of damage all to one spot, but with the widened use of it via the cone shape, all of the strength would be evenly distributed throughout the target body. To someone as strong as Dan’s opponent, it wouldn’t be enough to kill her immediately, but if she didn’t receive medical attention that could very well be the case in the next few hours. Dan waited until the last possible moment, he didn’t want to give the Vixen a chance to evade this attack, and with her in the air, her momentum all aiming to rip Dan apart, and her rage taking the best of her, how could she possibly see an attack like this coming, let alone find a way to dodge it. The Al Bhed could definitely foresee a medley of broken bones and in the near future due to the state that Robyn was already in, he was sure that this was what would end the fight. If it wasn’t, then he was prepared to continue on, but until Robyn showed that somehow she had not only absorbed the blow, and was still prepared to continue fighting, the Al Bhed would merely prepare more attacks and hold off on actually continuing to hit and hurt the girl.

That blast was aimed merely to hit it’s, so after leaving the platform, and raising up in the air (since the centipede had to aim somewhat higher than its own head because Robyn was leaping) its power would diminish, and dissipate. The chances of this actually occurring though, was slim, because chances were that all of the energy would be going straight into the target anyway.

Machina Count: (Deployed/Accessible)

Machina:

NNEMP- 2/3 Currently magnetized to a positive(+) polarity. One(1) destroyed.

Soundwave- 2/8 – One (1) terminated. Eye Frequency functional, activated.

Animachina:

Centipede- 1/1 -Optic Blast depleting.

(You completely went against something we discussed in IM, but I'll address this tomorrow and post at the same time. smh :/ )